I still was shocked and happily surprised whenever I saw Jesse walking towards me, and saw people getting out of his way and him getting out of theirs. Most people wouldn't think that this was a miracle, but then again, most people haven't gone through what we have.
He was walking towards me now, as I was getting ready to go home from school. I was so glad that I had just gotten back from the bathroom, and had already brushed my hair, re-applied my lip-gloss, and put on that all-important bit of mascara. Not too much, after all, he had just come to take me home from school, not out to dinner or anything. Not yet anyway.
"Querida," he said, smiling down at me. He kissed me quickly (Jesse isn't big on the whole PDA thing, a holdover from his previous life, I guess.), and then looked around. "Ready to go?" I looked around me to see if I had forgotten anything. As I did so, I saw Kelly Prescott and Paul making out in front of her locker. However, Kelly didn't have her eyes closed; they were firmly fixed on Jesse and me. I smiled smugly; I know that Jesse is the absolute hottest guy in Carmel. No, make that California. "I'm ready," I said, picking up my book bag and purse, feeling Kelly's eyes digging into my back, and loving every second of it. Jesse, like the 19th century gentleman he is, took my book bag from me and we walked to his car. He had gotten his driver's license a week before, with the assistance of the ever helpful Father Dom who had faked a birth certificate.
Jesse opened the car door for me, and then strolled around to the driver's side. I smiled as I watched him go. You could totally tell that he loved being alive again. Hey he wasn't the only one that was utterly elated that he was breathing again. Jesse opened the door, and slid into the driver's seat. Seeing me looking at him, he raised an eyebrow. "Do ha have something on my face?" he asked with a smile. He knew that he didn't. He started the car, and drove to a scenic overlook, where we could be "alone."
"What time do you have to be home, Querida?" Jesse asked. "Oh, I don't have to be home for at least and hour, why?" I said, feigning innocence of his intentions. "Oh, no reason at all," he said with a slightly wicked smile. "I know something we could do to pass the time, though." "Oh, you do?" I said, shifting in my seat, knowing what was coming.
Jesse took hold of my face and kissed me. We continued to kiss for a while. Slowly, his hand crept around my waist. Not minding at all, I slid my hand under his shirt, feeling his chest. To my surprise, he was so wrapped up in what we were doing that he didn't make a move to stop me. His hand slowly pushed up the hem of my shirt. I kissed him harder, and his hand climbed higher. He touched my bra, lightly, and then retreated a bit. I didn't hold back at all, I leaned harder into the kiss, and, to my amazement, his hand dipped into my bra, and then unfastened it. The kissing didn't stop though. It was the first time I had been to second base, and I am guessing the first time he had also. I decided to do a bit more on my part, hugging his stomach tightly. That brought him out of the trance he was in, much to my chagrin.
"Oh, Querida," he said, breathing hard, "My apologies." "Sorry for what?" I asked, reassembling my underwear and straightening my clothing. "We cannot do this," he said, "It wouldn't be right. I will take you home now."
I can tell you one thing: That particular interlude gave me hope for the next time.