[Vote; You've asked for it enough. So here it is...Jesse and Rayne's official LOVE MAKING SCENE OF AWESOMENESS! Now you have to vote because I wrote it lol - If everyone votes for it like on the last chapter then I will definitely write more for you guys]
WARNING: This chapter contains graphic material that should not be viewed by anyone under 18 years old. Unless you're part of the Army Of Sexy Unicorns. If you do not like reading two guys going at it, then please exit this chapter immediately. You can ignore this chapter, as it has nothing to do with the plot. It's only love. Calm down people. You will also experience loss of innocence and see a new world of hotdamn boys. (There will be grammar errors, they were done on purpose)
"Mom!" I called out to her ass.
"What?" She called back from the kitchen.
"Where is Christian?"
"He left a few minutes ago. He will be back tomorrow, why?"
Christian was gone. Perfect.
I quickly ran to the kitchen and found my mom hovering over the sink, washing dishes.
"Here," I held out a twenty dollar bill. She gave me a confused expression. "Take it and leave."
She gaped, looking offended. "Excuse me?"
Groaning, I walked towards my mom and brought my mouth to her ear so that I could whisper without somebody hearing me. "Mom, I want to do something upstairs and I want you to leave," I whispered, hoarsely.
She looked back at me and cocked her head. "What?"
I frowned intensively. "I'm planning on having my first time with Rayne right now," I hissed quietly. "And I don't want you in the house. Can you go somewhere else? Like a friend's house?"
She made an O with her mouth, finally catching what I was trying to tell her without actually saying it.
She looked around, looking awkward. "I guess I'll go over to a friend's house. Martha has been meaning to show me her squashes. I would love to see them and catch up with her." She took the bill out of my hand and walked out the kitchen.
So how did I come to the conclusion that I finally wanted to have my first time with Rayne now? Well after we spent hours on the playground just talking, the love grew somehow. My stomach was filled with beautiful butterflies and I just felt so happy that I wanted to share my love for him by making love to him.
And here I am. Asking my mom to get the hell out of the house so I could have some peace and quiet. I don't want to hold back on anything. I don't want to constantly feel like my mom will walk in any second during our time. So it's better for her that she leaves for a few hours.
I rested against the kitchen counter, waiting for my mom to leave the house before I could go upstairs, where Rayne was.
Mom hurried out the door a few minutes later with a giant bag of her art supplies. She quickly got in her car and left as quickly as possible, which left every opportunity open. I could run around the house screaming at the top of my lungs if I wanted.
But no. This has to be done. I can't keep back my love anymore. I want Rayne. I need Rayne.
The stairs seemed to go up for miles, my head was in some far away land of nerves and butterflies that reality was starting to blur. I managed to climb all the stairs without falling back from being weak at the knees.