Really?- Teen Pregnancy

Part 3

I got out of my car, carrying my black and blue stripped bag, and started towards the door. I looked at my watch, 10:30. Great. I knocked on the door, quietly at first, then loudly. Jacob’s mom opened the door. “Hello dear, what are you doing here this late? Come in, come in! Jacob! Company!” Mrs. Jones said. She led me to the sitting room. “Call if you need me dear!” And with that Mrs. Jones walked out of the room. Right then Jacob walked in. “Hey, babe. Let’s go to my bed-room. We can talk there.” Jacob was so cute! He had on some torn jeans and a black T- shirt. His brown hair was a mess, but I like it like that. He had beautiful blue eyes. Why did he want to be with a loser like me, I don’t know. When I got into Jacob’s room, I sat my stuff down. Now I could actually look at what I brought along. I unzipped my bag and started to pull out some clothes. A plain blue, purple, and gray shirt.

                                     

   A couple more of shirts, pants, tank tops, and shorts. I had no more than some clothes, toothbrush, and hairbrush. That’s just great. “So, tell me what happened Rilee. Like now.” Jacob said as he took my hand. A dam broke inside of me, and I burst out crying. I couldn’t stop. I hugged Jacob tightly, he was so sweet. Finally I could talk. “I came home from work, and mom just started yelling at me. Saying that I never spent any time with the family, and that I was emo and stuff. Oh, Jacob, it was awful! She kicked me out! I can’t go back. And I know I can’t stay here till I’m eight-teen. I just didn’t know what to do. And you were the first person that came to mind.” I sobbed into his shoulder. Jacob lied a hand on my back. Speaking softly he said, “It’s ok. You did the right thing, calling me. You and I both know you can stay with me, no matter how long. And don’t worry, you won’t stay here long. I’ll be eight-teen this year. We can both save up for a house. I hate seeing you cry, so please don’t.” I tried to stop crying. After so long I did. Sit up and be strong. I sat up slowly, sitting on Jacob’s bed, “What are we going to do now, though? What will your parents say? You don’t even have a spare bed-room.” Jacob didn’t answer for a minute, thinking. He finally spoke, glaring into my eyes. “My parents won’t mind. If they do, we can change that. We’re just going have to deal with problems when they get here. Yeah, but with counting me six people living here, it is a bit cramped. But lucky for you I don’t have a room-mate, baby. Looks like we’re having fun tonight! Ha-ha!” Jacob and I laughed at this. Jacob could still crack a joke. “Shall we tell your parents, then?” “Sure, baby.” Jacob replied. I picked up Jacob’s hand and we went in to the sitting room. There was Mrs. And Mr. Jones. “Hey, mom. What’s up? Is it cool if Rilee stays with us for a while?” Mrs. Jones looked up from the TV. “You got her pregnant didn’t you? I knew this was going to happen! I knew you were having sex behind your father’s and I’s backs! I-” I was so shocked. We’ve never had sex before. Why would she think that? Jacob and I looked at each other. Mr. Jones stood up, ready to punch Jacob. “      -Mom! No! Rilee and I have never had sex! Rilee just got kicked out of her house, and she needs a place to stay in till I’m eight-teen! Why would you say that?” Mrs. Jones stopped talking at once, stunned. She walked up to Jacob,” Really? You really haven’t got her pregnant yet? I’m sorry. I just guessed, you two do spend a lot of time alone….. But, I think it’ll be alright if Rilee stays here. She’s a good girl, Jacob. Don’t change that, understand?” Jacob put his arm around me, while saying, “Ok, thanks mom. Dad? Were you fixing to punch me out?” Mr. Jones actually got red in the face at this “I wasn’t happy. Now go on.” Mr. Jones made a movement with his hand. Jacob dragged me through the hall ways till we reached his bed room. “Glad you can stay, babe.” We went into his bed-room. “Hey, um, where can I put my stuff?” I asked, picking up my bag. “Over here,” Jacob motived to the dresser behind me. I began unpacking. As I was unpacking Jacob started to watch TV, flicking his eyes over to me every couple of minutes. I sat my bag down in the closet, sitting down by Jacob on his bed. “So, Jacob, looks like I’m going to be sleeping here with you tonight…” How do I keep this conversation up? Jacob shifted his gaze on me, “If we sleep tonight” He said with a sexy smile. “What do you mean?” I asked, what did he mean by this? Jacob moved closer to me, putting his hand on my inner thigh. “Well, babe, you know when I told mama that we haven’t had sex yet? Want to change that? I know I would love to…” I was shocked. Did Jacob just ask to have sex, when I just moved in? Just when I got kicked out of my parent’s house? Before I had the chance to answer, Jacob had me pinned down on his bed. “It’s okay baby. I know you’re scared, I am too.” Before I knew it, I was sucking his penis. It felt so good, but was it the right thing to do….