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California Dreaming by Tholstrup83
It was the beginning of 1988. I was living the fast life in New York and had been doing so for about three years. When I arrived to the city, my first concern was to get a job and find an apartment. I landed a job at TGI Friday’s, but that soon became too boring. I needed more action in my job, so I quit and got hired to work at Tunnel in Chelsea as a bartender. This was my kind of scene! I loved the loud music and meeting interesting people every night. This job made me feel free and I could dance and have fun while working. It was great and I loved it. But after three years at Tunnel, I felt my body becoming uneasy. I needed change, a new and different job and a new city. I felt I needed to slow and calm down a bit. The winter in NYC was horrible! Growing up in Florida, I was used to the heat and I missed it. I hated being cold, so I knew my next location would be somewhere warm.
When I got home from my shift at Tunnel, I started looking through the job section of The Times. I had to find a job pretty fast as I had just given my two weeks notice. But no luck! Well, unless I wanted to be a stripper, there was nothing I was qualified to do or wanted to do and the only thing that came close to working someplace warm, was working as a parking valet in Vegas at the MGM Grand. Tried that once before and my employer soon found out I wasn’t that good of a driver and after scratching a Mercedes belonging to some fancy lawyer, I got the boot and my last pay check got withheld to cover damages. I decided to call my cousin in L.A and find out what kinds of jobs were available there.
“Hi, Janice here., “Hi it’s me! Guess what?., “Hey sweety! What?” “I’m moving! Can you believe it?” “Well, yes I can”, she said with a laugh, “You move like every three years or something. How long have you been in New York?” “Uhm…Three years I think”. “Ha! I was right then. So what do I owe the pleasure?” “Well, I was wondering if you would check the paper and see what kind of jobs there are in Cali. I want something way different than Tunnel”. “Let me just get the paper…. Ok, let’s see let’s see…Baker, dishwasher, lifeguard, teacher….Wait, here’s something: Maids wanted for luxury ranch in Santa Ynez”. “Ooh, a ranch! Like with horses and stuff?” “It doesn’t say. The ad is very short. There’s a phone number. You got a pen?”
Later that day I called the number and set up an interview. I may have lied a bit on my résumé, but I really needed a job and a change. I got two days off from work to go to California. After the long flight I had to go straight to the interview which was held at The Hilton near the airport. A lot of people had turned up. Most of them were women, but a few males were also amongst the hopefuls. It looked like I was one of the younger ones which was fine by me. I had a lot of experience despite my young age and I was confident that I could handle it.
I had to wait for about an hour until it became my turn. In the conference room I saw two men. One looked Hispanic and the other had a blond mullet. Mullet-guy extended his hand to me. “Hello Miss. My name is John Branca and this is Señor Martinez. I’m the lawyer of the owner of the ranch and Señor Martinez will act as you boss if you get the job”. “Hi. Pleasure to meet you both. Wow, I’ve never been to a job interview that required a lawyer before. Is the ranch owner some sort of king or something?” I said with a smile on my face. “Well….Uhm…Kinda. Let’s just say that he’s a known figure. I’m here to make sure the right people get hired. There’s a lot of agreements that needs to be signed and stuff. Normally this is not a part of my job, but I soon found out that I might as well get used to going out beyond my services” He said and winked at me. “Shall we begin? I hope you don’t mind that the interview is being videotaped? My client wants to look over all of the interviews himself”. I nodded and said it was fine.
The interview lasted about half an hour. I had to answer a ton of question: did I have a criminal record? What kind of experience did I have? How was I at keeping secrets? Did I like children? Additionally I had to sign a confidentiality agreement. The name of the ranch owner was painted over with a black marker, so his identity was still a secret. My curiosity was killing me. I felt I did well in answering the questions. I’ve always been a good talker.
After spending the night at my cousin’s house I flew back home. Days went by and I heard nothing from Mr. Branca. My time at Tunnel was running out and I was getting nervous. Did I get the job or did I have to look elsewhere or continue at Tunnel? I rolled my eyes at the idea. I had two days left at my job. But that evening the phone rang:
“Hello?” “Hello Miss, it’s Mr. Branca. Sorry for the wait. But you might be happy to know that you got the job and you start within the next month or so”. “I’m so glad…Thank you so much Mr. Branca. I can’t wait!”. “We’re looking forward to seeing you once again. Oh and Miss, if you don’t have a place to live, there’s housing available on the ranch property free of charge. Should I reserve one of the cottages for you?” “That would be absolutely wonderful. Again, thank you and I will see you soon”. Saved by the bell! I was so relieved… Next stop, California!
A month later I arrived at my new home/work. It was the most breathtaking place I had ever seen. Lush green fields, flowers in all sorts of colours and huge beautiful trees covered the grounds. In the far distance I could see hills and valleys that reminded me of the wild west. Some of the buildings on the property were still under construction, but as far as I could see, the finished result was going to be out of this world.
Soon, I met the rest of the staff. Yet again, it looked like I was the youngest, but everyone was very sweet. I felt good about my situation. Not to mention that the weather was nice and warm. I was told there was going to be a staff meeting in an hour in the main house. In the meantime I was shown to my cottage. It was not that big, but very inviting. It was already furnished and because of that, I sold my own furniture before leaving New York. I just brought my own knick knacks and personal belongings. The furniture in the cottage was kept in light colours, except for the floor, the wooden tables, dining chairs, bookcases and shelves, which were made of dark brown wood. The walls were painted white and the window frames were made of the same dark brown wood. I had my own little kitchen with the most necessary appliances. My bathroom consisted of a bathtub with a showerhead mounted on the wall above it, a sink with cupboards underneath it and of course a toilet. Everything was kept in the colour family of the same light colours. I was thrilled to find out that I actually had gotten a huge bed and two pretty big closets in my bedroom. Next to the bed were two glass doors hidden behind white long curtains. I opened the doors and the curtains lightly blew inwards. The smell of the flowers hit me as I stepped outside. I closed my eyes and felt the warm breeze caressing my face. How lucky was I?
“Hi everyone and welcome. I’m Señor Martinez. You might remember me from your interviews. For those of you working in the kitchen, this is Mr. Andrews, your supervisor and head chef. As for the gardeners, this is Mr. Nuñez, head groundskeeper”. I looked around at everyone assembled in the half-way furnished main living room of the house while Señor Martinez was talking. It too was kept in the same colour scheme as the cottages; brown wood and white walls. But the furniture was very different from mine. I guess it was kind of an old British style or something. To my amazement I was standing next to a huge grey castle encased in a glass vault. Maybe it was a family with children who was moving in here? I could have sworn I saw the top of a Ferris wheel in the distance when I made my way over to the main house, but that seemed a bit out there. Then again, the people living here must be rich, and rich people sometimes do crazy things with their money.
When I got home from my shift at Tunnel, I started looking through the job section of The Times. I had to find a job pretty fast as I had just given my two weeks notice. But no luck! Well, unless I wanted to be a stripper, there was nothing I was qualified to do or wanted to do and the only thing that came close to working someplace warm, was working as a parking valet in Vegas at the MGM Grand. Tried that once before and my employer soon found out I wasn’t that good of a driver and after scratching a Mercedes belonging to some fancy lawyer, I got the boot and my last pay check got withheld to cover damages. I decided to call my cousin in L.A and find out what kinds of jobs were available there.
“Hi, Janice here., “Hi it’s me! Guess what?., “Hey sweety! What?” “I’m moving! Can you believe it?” “Well, yes I can”, she said with a laugh, “You move like every three years or something. How long have you been in New York?” “Uhm…Three years I think”. “Ha! I was right then. So what do I owe the pleasure?” “Well, I was wondering if you would check the paper and see what kind of jobs there are in Cali. I want something way different than Tunnel”. “Let me just get the paper…. Ok, let’s see let’s see…Baker, dishwasher, lifeguard, teacher….Wait, here’s something: Maids wanted for luxury ranch in Santa Ynez”. “Ooh, a ranch! Like with horses and stuff?” “It doesn’t say. The ad is very short. There’s a phone number. You got a pen?”
Later that day I called the number and set up an interview. I may have lied a bit on my résumé, but I really needed a job and a change. I got two days off from work to go to California. After the long flight I had to go straight to the interview which was held at The Hilton near the airport. A lot of people had turned up. Most of them were women, but a few males were also amongst the hopefuls. It looked like I was one of the younger ones which was fine by me. I had a lot of experience despite my young age and I was confident that I could handle it.
I had to wait for about an hour until it became my turn. In the conference room I saw two men. One looked Hispanic and the other had a blond mullet. Mullet-guy extended his hand to me. “Hello Miss. My name is John Branca and this is Señor Martinez. I’m the lawyer of the owner of the ranch and Señor Martinez will act as you boss if you get the job”. “Hi. Pleasure to meet you both. Wow, I’ve never been to a job interview that required a lawyer before. Is the ranch owner some sort of king or something?” I said with a smile on my face. “Well….Uhm…Kinda. Let’s just say that he’s a known figure. I’m here to make sure the right people get hired. There’s a lot of agreements that needs to be signed and stuff. Normally this is not a part of my job, but I soon found out that I might as well get used to going out beyond my services” He said and winked at me. “Shall we begin? I hope you don’t mind that the interview is being videotaped? My client wants to look over all of the interviews himself”. I nodded and said it was fine.
The interview lasted about half an hour. I had to answer a ton of question: did I have a criminal record? What kind of experience did I have? How was I at keeping secrets? Did I like children? Additionally I had to sign a confidentiality agreement. The name of the ranch owner was painted over with a black marker, so his identity was still a secret. My curiosity was killing me. I felt I did well in answering the questions. I’ve always been a good talker.
After spending the night at my cousin’s house I flew back home. Days went by and I heard nothing from Mr. Branca. My time at Tunnel was running out and I was getting nervous. Did I get the job or did I have to look elsewhere or continue at Tunnel? I rolled my eyes at the idea. I had two days left at my job. But that evening the phone rang:
“Hello?” “Hello Miss, it’s Mr. Branca. Sorry for the wait. But you might be happy to know that you got the job and you start within the next month or so”. “I’m so glad…Thank you so much Mr. Branca. I can’t wait!”. “We’re looking forward to seeing you once again. Oh and Miss, if you don’t have a place to live, there’s housing available on the ranch property free of charge. Should I reserve one of the cottages for you?” “That would be absolutely wonderful. Again, thank you and I will see you soon”. Saved by the bell! I was so relieved… Next stop, California!
A month later I arrived at my new home/work. It was the most breathtaking place I had ever seen. Lush green fields, flowers in all sorts of colours and huge beautiful trees covered the grounds. In the far distance I could see hills and valleys that reminded me of the wild west. Some of the buildings on the property were still under construction, but as far as I could see, the finished result was going to be out of this world.
Soon, I met the rest of the staff. Yet again, it looked like I was the youngest, but everyone was very sweet. I felt good about my situation. Not to mention that the weather was nice and warm. I was told there was going to be a staff meeting in an hour in the main house. In the meantime I was shown to my cottage. It was not that big, but very inviting. It was already furnished and because of that, I sold my own furniture before leaving New York. I just brought my own knick knacks and personal belongings. The furniture in the cottage was kept in light colours, except for the floor, the wooden tables, dining chairs, bookcases and shelves, which were made of dark brown wood. The walls were painted white and the window frames were made of the same dark brown wood. I had my own little kitchen with the most necessary appliances. My bathroom consisted of a bathtub with a showerhead mounted on the wall above it, a sink with cupboards underneath it and of course a toilet. Everything was kept in the colour family of the same light colours. I was thrilled to find out that I actually had gotten a huge bed and two pretty big closets in my bedroom. Next to the bed were two glass doors hidden behind white long curtains. I opened the doors and the curtains lightly blew inwards. The smell of the flowers hit me as I stepped outside. I closed my eyes and felt the warm breeze caressing my face. How lucky was I?
“Hi everyone and welcome. I’m Señor Martinez. You might remember me from your interviews. For those of you working in the kitchen, this is Mr. Andrews, your supervisor and head chef. As for the gardeners, this is Mr. Nuñez, head groundskeeper”. I looked around at everyone assembled in the half-way furnished main living room of the house while Señor Martinez was talking. It too was kept in the same colour scheme as the cottages; brown wood and white walls. But the furniture was very different from mine. I guess it was kind of an old British style or something. To my amazement I was standing next to a huge grey castle encased in a glass vault. Maybe it was a family with children who was moving in here? I could have sworn I saw the top of a Ferris wheel in the distance when I made my way over to the main house, but that seemed a bit out there. Then again, the people living here must be rich, and rich people sometimes do crazy things with their money.
I was assigned to Ms. Peters who was in charge of all the maids. I got a list of the rooms I was in charge of cleaning. The rooms didn’t need cleaning everyday, so they were distributed out on the different days of the week. Sunday was supposed to be my day off, but at the bottom of my schedule it said that due to special arrangements the day off might be cancelled and switched with another day. When everyone had been assigned to their supervisor, Señor Martinez cleared his throat and continued speaking. “Now that everyone knows who their supervisor is, I think it’s time to introduce you to MY boss. As you all know, he is a known figure. Some of you may be surprised or shocked, but I must ask of you to behave as if he is like any other person. I may be your boss, but he’s the big man;in the end, you work for him. So try and stay calm, okay?”
He went over to a door and peeked in with a nod, then stepped back. At first, I thought my eyes were playing a trick on me. This could not be! I knew exactly who the man that slowly, almost timidly, walked through the door was. I couldn’t count the many times I had danced and sung myself into oblivion to his music. My über boss was Michael Jackson! I kept staring at him. I had only seen him on TV and in magazines. If it were possible, he looked even better in real life. He was tall and had the body of a dancer. A very sexy dancer! His black curls were pulled back in a pony tail with the exception of a few strands that framed his face. His clothes were much more laid back than I was used to seeing. Black jeans and a red buttoned up shirt. The loafers were the same though. He wore shades, but took them off as he entered the room.
The other workers looked as surprised as I was, but we all remained calm. Michael looked a bit uncomfortable as he started to speak. “Hi, my name is Michael Jackson and I’m very pleased to meet all of you. I hope you will enjoy working here at Neverland. And um…”. He looked a little bewildered and extended his hand towards Señor Martinez who took over. I forgot to pay attention to what he was saying because I couldn’t stop staring at Michael. I went over every inch of his body starting with those eyes. I was afraid to linger too long at them, afraid he was going to catch my gaze. So I moved down to his strong jaw and even stronger neck. He was so manly. His shoulders were very broad and that made his upper body and slim waist into a triangular form. His legs were long and…wow…his feet seemed huge! My dirty mind quickly painted an image in my head and I smiled absentmindedly. I couldn’t see his hands as they were tucked away behind his back, but a man with big feet usually had big hands! I looked back into his eyes and realised he was looking at me. When he caught my eye he looked down. I thought I saw a hint of a smile on his seducing lips, but it was probably just in my head. After the staff meeting we all went in our own directions. I headed back to my cottage, but before I went out the door, I looked back over my shoulder in Michael’s direction. This time there was no doubt: he was looking at me. I smiled, but I wasn’t sure he saw it because he hurried back through the door he came from.
I wasn’t supposed to be working for the next 5 days. Some furniture still needed to arrive in my work areas, some of the floors needed to get a fresh coat of varnish and some walls still needed to be painted. That suited me just fine. That way I could get used to my new surrounding. Once I got back to my cottage I started to unpack. I put all my knick knacks in various places, making it more like home and then went to unpack my clothes. As I walked into my bedroom, I noticed a cardboard box sitting on the bed. That wasn’t there before! Ah, well. I opened it and found my uniforms. They were pretty cliché. Black knee-length dresses with a round neckline and short sleeves and, of course, a white apron. I would have to try it on later. Right now I wanted to relax, and I was pretty hungry and thirsty. I remember Ms. Peters told us that our refrigerators would be stocked this once, but after this it would be our own responsibility to go shopping for food.
I found the ingredients to make a tuna sandwich, grabbed a cold Pepsi and headed outside to enjoy the last rays of the day. On the side of the cottage I found a lawn chair and dragged it to the front. I settled in and closed my eyes for a while and thought about my first day at Neverland. I actually didn’t know it was called Neverland until Michael welcomed us. Michael Jackson was my boss! How weird was that? Aw man, those eyes…That body! I wondered what was underneath his clothes. Probably something amazing and big, I thought as I remembered his feet. I giggled out loud and took a bite of my sandwich.
“Hi”. I flinched and opened my eyes. Michael was standing in front of me smiling, but his smile soon faded and his face turned puzzled. Oh my god! I couldn’t breathe. I literally couldn’t breathe! I was chocking on my sandwich! I started waving my one arm franticly while I grabbed my throat with the other. He quickly caught on and raced to my aid. He yanked me up from the lawn chair and put his hands around my stomach and started jerking my body against his. By the second jerk the piece of sandwich went flying out and I took a deep desperate breath of air. My body jolted as I coughed like there was no tomorrow. After a few minutes I was able to calm down. Then I remembered that Michael was there. I turned to face him and he looked extremely guilty.
“Oh gee, I’m so so sorry! I didn’t mean to startle you I swear. Are you ok?”. “Yes I think so. Wow, that was scary!”. “It sure looked scary. Can’t believe I caused that. Can you forgive me? Please don’t quit your job!” He really looked like he was sorry and I could see his hands shaking a little bit. “Oh, I won’t. Besides almost dying, I quite like it here” I said with a smile. I could see his shoulders relax back into place and he smiled too. I swear I almost did die from being exposed to that smile. “I’m gonna try again and hopefully the outcome will be a bit less dramatic: Hi, I’m Michael”. He extended his hand to me and I took it. I was right about his hands; they were big and the fingers long. I giggled and Michael raised his eyebrows questioningly. “What?” “Oh nothing…hi very nice to meet you”.
I went to the side of the house and fetched a second lawn chair and gestured him to sit. I took one look at the remains of my sandwich, but for some reason I wasn’t hungry anymore. I asked him if he wanted a drink or something, but he declined. I wondered what he wanted…Then he spoke: “So you’re from New York, right? I love it there”. “Yes, how did you know?” “Well, I viewed the tapes from the interviews… John picked a few he thought I should hire, so I did, and then I chose some myself. You were one of them”. He smiled again but looked down at his hands like a shy little boy. “Wow…Well thank you. I really needed the job! Why did you choose me, if I may ask?” I thought I saw his face blush. He still looked down when he answered. “Well I…. I dunno. You seemed like a nice person. And you’re young” I raised my eyebrows and when he looked up at me his eyes widened. “No no, it’s not like that! I meant that all the others who applied for the job were either male or in their forties. I guess I liked the fact that you were a bit closer to my age. I’m turning 30 in about three months, so you’re about five years younger. When is your birthday?” “November 11th … So I’m actually only four years younger than you”. “Wow, then you have a birthday coming up shortly after mine! Do you have anything planned?” “No not really. My family lives in Florida. I might spend the day with my cousin. She lives in L.A. She’s the only one I know here, so…”.
“Well you also kinda know me now. Let me know if you need the day off or something. I mean, that’s the least I can do after almost killing you, right?” he said and winked at me. Well, he didn’t wink as much as he just blinked! But man, he looked so cute doing it. “Unfortunately I won’t be here for your birthday. I have to go to Europe to kick off the second leg of my tour and won’t be back until November. And then I have to leave for Japan in December… And THEN I go back to the states to finish it of!” “Wow, that sounds stressful. When are you leaving?” “May 18th … So I still have about a week here to relax”.
We sat there talking for a while about all sorts of things. I kept wondering why he was singling me out. Didn’t he have tons of friends? I didn’t mind though. He was so nice and listened very intensely. It seemed like he wanted to know everything about me. I had nothing to hide, so I guess I blabbered away like a maniac. But I stopped talking when I saw his failed attempt to hide a big yawn. “Oh, I’m sorry! I just never know when to shut up” I said apologetically. “No it’s fine. I’ve just had a hard couple of days since I got back from the tour. I really enjoyed talking to you. It’s nice to talk to someone for a change”. He emphasized the word “talk” and a quick shadow of sadness came about his eyes. “But I guess I should be heading back to my house to hit the sack… Uhm… Would you be interested in talking to me some more one day…or…maybe not…I don’t know?” His eyes were avoiding mine, and it almost seemed like he was holding his breath. “Sure, that would be very nice Michael” I said with a huge smile on my face. As soon as he heard me say yes, he exhaled and smiled. “Alright then! I’ll see you around. Goodnight girl” “Goodnight”. As he turned around and walked away, I suddenly realised it was getting a bit cold. I took my sandwich and Pepsi can inside and threw it away and got ready for bed.
As I was lying in my bed, I started thinking about what had just happened. Had I just spend the last two hours talking to Michael Jackson? The King of Pop! Damn! And he wanted to spend more time with me! It was so hard to believe, but wonderfully true. He was only giving out a friendly vibe, but even that was huge! I remembered him doing the Heimlich on me, and I remember what I felt against my backside. And as far as I could tell, it was pretty impressive. A smile crept across my face and all sorts of naughty thoughts rumbled around in my head, reminding me it had been too long since I’d been with a man. I fell asleep with the image of Michael’s smile in my head.
Chapter Two
I woke up the next morning bathed in sweat and trying to catch my breath. I didn’t exactly have a nightmare--no, I had a very pleasant dream about Michael. He had come in through the glass doors in my bedroom and made love to me. It started out nice and tender, but after a while a fire was lit in his eyes and he had his way with me. Oh boy, did he have his way with me! I could hardly keep up. Too bad it was only a dream…. I needed a cold shower right about now.
I was standing in front of the full length mirror looking down at myself in my new uniform. It actually fit perfectly and I didn’t look as “old maid” as I thought I would. The apron gave my body a sexy shape. I looked up and eyed myself. Like most women, I wasn’t satisfied with the face looking back at me. I had brown hair, which was ok, but I would have liked it thicker. I looked into my green eyes, pulled my lips back, and took a look at my teeth. I guess they could be whiter. I hated the fact that I had a small chip on my front tooth, but the dentist said there was no point in fixing it. I guess I had to live with it; at least my lips were full. I guess my body was ok. I was not a stick figure, even though I longed to be, but more on the curvy side. Some guys may find that attractive, but I sure didn’t! I loathed being normal. The only thing I was totally satisfied with on my body was my ears, which were small and cute. I decided to keep the uniform on to get used to the feel of it.
After finishing my breakfast of scrambled eggs, bacon and a French toast, I put on my headphones, pressed play on my walkman, and began doing the dishes. I started literally killing “Material Girl” using the dishwashing brush as a microphone. I was lost in my little private karaoke session when I suddenly felt a hand on my shoulder. I jumped and quickly turned around, causing the soapy water on the brush to go everywhere, meaning right into Michael’s left eye!
“Aw, it stings!” “Oh shit, I’m sorry, but you scared me…Again! Here’s some tissue”. I leaned down towards Michael who was hunched over holding his knee with one hand and the other hand was covering his eye. Before I could react, he quickly stood up and my front teeth collided with his scalp. “Ouch”,we both yelled out at the same time. My hands were covering my mouth and Michael made a face of pain, holding now his eye AND the place of impact on his head. We looked kind of foolish and I couldn’t help but laugh. After a few seconds Michael joined me.“
You are a danger to be around, you know that? Yesterday I almost died and today you hurt my teeth” I said, still laughing. “This time your sneak tactics backfired. Are you ok?” “Yeah, I’m fine. I still have one good eye left” he said with a smirk “And besides, I wasn’t sneaking. I tried knocking, but no one answered. I could hear someone was home. It sounded like someone was killing cats, so I entered on my own behalf. Man, you sure don’t like Madonna do you?” “Oh shut up” I said, jabbing him on his arm. “Ouch, hey you can’t assault an injured man!” I looked up at him and smiled and I could feel my face turn red with embarrassment from knowing he had heard my poor attempt at singing. As I always did when embarrassed, I bit down on my bottom lip. Michael leaned in towards me and looked searchingly at my mouth and I suddenly stiffened thinking back at my dream.
“Oh no, my head chipped your tooth! I’m so sorry! I guess I’m thick headed.” I calmed him down and told him it was an old injury. When I was a teenager I had kissed a boy with braces and somehow that had caused my tooth to chip. A few years later I was walking through my father’s kitchen while drinking a glass of water, totally oblivious to the open glass cupboard right in font me. Of course I walked right into it, causing my tooth to chip even more. Michael laughed at my clumsiness while wiping his eye with the tissue. “I can see! It’s a miracle!” he said in a very dramatic tone, thinking he was very funny. And I thought he kind of was and couldn’t help but smile.
The other workers looked as surprised as I was, but we all remained calm. Michael looked a bit uncomfortable as he started to speak. “Hi, my name is Michael Jackson and I’m very pleased to meet all of you. I hope you will enjoy working here at Neverland. And um…”. He looked a little bewildered and extended his hand towards Señor Martinez who took over. I forgot to pay attention to what he was saying because I couldn’t stop staring at Michael. I went over every inch of his body starting with those eyes. I was afraid to linger too long at them, afraid he was going to catch my gaze. So I moved down to his strong jaw and even stronger neck. He was so manly. His shoulders were very broad and that made his upper body and slim waist into a triangular form. His legs were long and…wow…his feet seemed huge! My dirty mind quickly painted an image in my head and I smiled absentmindedly. I couldn’t see his hands as they were tucked away behind his back, but a man with big feet usually had big hands! I looked back into his eyes and realised he was looking at me. When he caught my eye he looked down. I thought I saw a hint of a smile on his seducing lips, but it was probably just in my head. After the staff meeting we all went in our own directions. I headed back to my cottage, but before I went out the door, I looked back over my shoulder in Michael’s direction. This time there was no doubt: he was looking at me. I smiled, but I wasn’t sure he saw it because he hurried back through the door he came from.
I wasn’t supposed to be working for the next 5 days. Some furniture still needed to arrive in my work areas, some of the floors needed to get a fresh coat of varnish and some walls still needed to be painted. That suited me just fine. That way I could get used to my new surrounding. Once I got back to my cottage I started to unpack. I put all my knick knacks in various places, making it more like home and then went to unpack my clothes. As I walked into my bedroom, I noticed a cardboard box sitting on the bed. That wasn’t there before! Ah, well. I opened it and found my uniforms. They were pretty cliché. Black knee-length dresses with a round neckline and short sleeves and, of course, a white apron. I would have to try it on later. Right now I wanted to relax, and I was pretty hungry and thirsty. I remember Ms. Peters told us that our refrigerators would be stocked this once, but after this it would be our own responsibility to go shopping for food.
I found the ingredients to make a tuna sandwich, grabbed a cold Pepsi and headed outside to enjoy the last rays of the day. On the side of the cottage I found a lawn chair and dragged it to the front. I settled in and closed my eyes for a while and thought about my first day at Neverland. I actually didn’t know it was called Neverland until Michael welcomed us. Michael Jackson was my boss! How weird was that? Aw man, those eyes…That body! I wondered what was underneath his clothes. Probably something amazing and big, I thought as I remembered his feet. I giggled out loud and took a bite of my sandwich.
“Hi”. I flinched and opened my eyes. Michael was standing in front of me smiling, but his smile soon faded and his face turned puzzled. Oh my god! I couldn’t breathe. I literally couldn’t breathe! I was chocking on my sandwich! I started waving my one arm franticly while I grabbed my throat with the other. He quickly caught on and raced to my aid. He yanked me up from the lawn chair and put his hands around my stomach and started jerking my body against his. By the second jerk the piece of sandwich went flying out and I took a deep desperate breath of air. My body jolted as I coughed like there was no tomorrow. After a few minutes I was able to calm down. Then I remembered that Michael was there. I turned to face him and he looked extremely guilty.
“Oh gee, I’m so so sorry! I didn’t mean to startle you I swear. Are you ok?”. “Yes I think so. Wow, that was scary!”. “It sure looked scary. Can’t believe I caused that. Can you forgive me? Please don’t quit your job!” He really looked like he was sorry and I could see his hands shaking a little bit. “Oh, I won’t. Besides almost dying, I quite like it here” I said with a smile. I could see his shoulders relax back into place and he smiled too. I swear I almost did die from being exposed to that smile. “I’m gonna try again and hopefully the outcome will be a bit less dramatic: Hi, I’m Michael”. He extended his hand to me and I took it. I was right about his hands; they were big and the fingers long. I giggled and Michael raised his eyebrows questioningly. “What?” “Oh nothing…hi very nice to meet you”.
I went to the side of the house and fetched a second lawn chair and gestured him to sit. I took one look at the remains of my sandwich, but for some reason I wasn’t hungry anymore. I asked him if he wanted a drink or something, but he declined. I wondered what he wanted…Then he spoke: “So you’re from New York, right? I love it there”. “Yes, how did you know?” “Well, I viewed the tapes from the interviews… John picked a few he thought I should hire, so I did, and then I chose some myself. You were one of them”. He smiled again but looked down at his hands like a shy little boy. “Wow…Well thank you. I really needed the job! Why did you choose me, if I may ask?” I thought I saw his face blush. He still looked down when he answered. “Well I…. I dunno. You seemed like a nice person. And you’re young” I raised my eyebrows and when he looked up at me his eyes widened. “No no, it’s not like that! I meant that all the others who applied for the job were either male or in their forties. I guess I liked the fact that you were a bit closer to my age. I’m turning 30 in about three months, so you’re about five years younger. When is your birthday?” “November 11th … So I’m actually only four years younger than you”. “Wow, then you have a birthday coming up shortly after mine! Do you have anything planned?” “No not really. My family lives in Florida. I might spend the day with my cousin. She lives in L.A. She’s the only one I know here, so…”.
“Well you also kinda know me now. Let me know if you need the day off or something. I mean, that’s the least I can do after almost killing you, right?” he said and winked at me. Well, he didn’t wink as much as he just blinked! But man, he looked so cute doing it. “Unfortunately I won’t be here for your birthday. I have to go to Europe to kick off the second leg of my tour and won’t be back until November. And then I have to leave for Japan in December… And THEN I go back to the states to finish it of!” “Wow, that sounds stressful. When are you leaving?” “May 18th … So I still have about a week here to relax”.
We sat there talking for a while about all sorts of things. I kept wondering why he was singling me out. Didn’t he have tons of friends? I didn’t mind though. He was so nice and listened very intensely. It seemed like he wanted to know everything about me. I had nothing to hide, so I guess I blabbered away like a maniac. But I stopped talking when I saw his failed attempt to hide a big yawn. “Oh, I’m sorry! I just never know when to shut up” I said apologetically. “No it’s fine. I’ve just had a hard couple of days since I got back from the tour. I really enjoyed talking to you. It’s nice to talk to someone for a change”. He emphasized the word “talk” and a quick shadow of sadness came about his eyes. “But I guess I should be heading back to my house to hit the sack… Uhm… Would you be interested in talking to me some more one day…or…maybe not…I don’t know?” His eyes were avoiding mine, and it almost seemed like he was holding his breath. “Sure, that would be very nice Michael” I said with a huge smile on my face. As soon as he heard me say yes, he exhaled and smiled. “Alright then! I’ll see you around. Goodnight girl” “Goodnight”. As he turned around and walked away, I suddenly realised it was getting a bit cold. I took my sandwich and Pepsi can inside and threw it away and got ready for bed.
As I was lying in my bed, I started thinking about what had just happened. Had I just spend the last two hours talking to Michael Jackson? The King of Pop! Damn! And he wanted to spend more time with me! It was so hard to believe, but wonderfully true. He was only giving out a friendly vibe, but even that was huge! I remembered him doing the Heimlich on me, and I remember what I felt against my backside. And as far as I could tell, it was pretty impressive. A smile crept across my face and all sorts of naughty thoughts rumbled around in my head, reminding me it had been too long since I’d been with a man. I fell asleep with the image of Michael’s smile in my head.
Chapter Two
I woke up the next morning bathed in sweat and trying to catch my breath. I didn’t exactly have a nightmare--no, I had a very pleasant dream about Michael. He had come in through the glass doors in my bedroom and made love to me. It started out nice and tender, but after a while a fire was lit in his eyes and he had his way with me. Oh boy, did he have his way with me! I could hardly keep up. Too bad it was only a dream…. I needed a cold shower right about now.
I was standing in front of the full length mirror looking down at myself in my new uniform. It actually fit perfectly and I didn’t look as “old maid” as I thought I would. The apron gave my body a sexy shape. I looked up and eyed myself. Like most women, I wasn’t satisfied with the face looking back at me. I had brown hair, which was ok, but I would have liked it thicker. I looked into my green eyes, pulled my lips back, and took a look at my teeth. I guess they could be whiter. I hated the fact that I had a small chip on my front tooth, but the dentist said there was no point in fixing it. I guess I had to live with it; at least my lips were full. I guess my body was ok. I was not a stick figure, even though I longed to be, but more on the curvy side. Some guys may find that attractive, but I sure didn’t! I loathed being normal. The only thing I was totally satisfied with on my body was my ears, which were small and cute. I decided to keep the uniform on to get used to the feel of it.
After finishing my breakfast of scrambled eggs, bacon and a French toast, I put on my headphones, pressed play on my walkman, and began doing the dishes. I started literally killing “Material Girl” using the dishwashing brush as a microphone. I was lost in my little private karaoke session when I suddenly felt a hand on my shoulder. I jumped and quickly turned around, causing the soapy water on the brush to go everywhere, meaning right into Michael’s left eye!
“Aw, it stings!” “Oh shit, I’m sorry, but you scared me…Again! Here’s some tissue”. I leaned down towards Michael who was hunched over holding his knee with one hand and the other hand was covering his eye. Before I could react, he quickly stood up and my front teeth collided with his scalp. “Ouch”,we both yelled out at the same time. My hands were covering my mouth and Michael made a face of pain, holding now his eye AND the place of impact on his head. We looked kind of foolish and I couldn’t help but laugh. After a few seconds Michael joined me.“
You are a danger to be around, you know that? Yesterday I almost died and today you hurt my teeth” I said, still laughing. “This time your sneak tactics backfired. Are you ok?” “Yeah, I’m fine. I still have one good eye left” he said with a smirk “And besides, I wasn’t sneaking. I tried knocking, but no one answered. I could hear someone was home. It sounded like someone was killing cats, so I entered on my own behalf. Man, you sure don’t like Madonna do you?” “Oh shut up” I said, jabbing him on his arm. “Ouch, hey you can’t assault an injured man!” I looked up at him and smiled and I could feel my face turn red with embarrassment from knowing he had heard my poor attempt at singing. As I always did when embarrassed, I bit down on my bottom lip. Michael leaned in towards me and looked searchingly at my mouth and I suddenly stiffened thinking back at my dream.
“Oh no, my head chipped your tooth! I’m so sorry! I guess I’m thick headed.” I calmed him down and told him it was an old injury. When I was a teenager I had kissed a boy with braces and somehow that had caused my tooth to chip. A few years later I was walking through my father’s kitchen while drinking a glass of water, totally oblivious to the open glass cupboard right in font me. Of course I walked right into it, causing my tooth to chip even more. Michael laughed at my clumsiness while wiping his eye with the tissue. “I can see! It’s a miracle!” he said in a very dramatic tone, thinking he was very funny. And I thought he kind of was and couldn’t help but smile.
After we had both gotten a hold of our selves and had recovered from our injuries, Michael told me why he was here. “Uhm well…. I was wondering you know if….If you would like to watch a movie with me? I’ve never used my theatre, you know ‘cause I really haven’t been home, and I figured now would be a good time. It would be nice to share the first time with someone nice…I mean, using the theatre for the first time…with someone. Uhm, with you, ‘cause you know, you’re nice and all. If… you wanna?” “I would like that very much. The first time should always be with someone nice,” I said teasingly. His face turned red when he caught on and he dropped the tissue he still had in his hand. He bent down and picked it up and started fidgeting with it. “Oh…I…Uhm…what do…I mean yeah” he said giggling and continued “so you wanna go now or do you have more songs to slaughter?” he said and winked at me with both eyes. “Stop it now, or you’ll be flying solo mister! Give me a minute to change and I’m all yours, ‘kay?” “You don’t have to change. You look kinda cute in that uniform” he said, giving me the once over. “Oh Please!”
I turned around and headed for my bedroom but I was cheering inside. He thought I looked cute. Yay! I had a bubbly feeling in my chest, like a schoolgirl that had just received a compliment from the hottest guy in school. I quickly untied my apron and slipped out of the uniform. I picked a plain white summer dress that matched Michael’s white shirt; it fell nicely around my curves down to my knees. I felt comfortable in it. I slipped on my white sailor shoes and headed towards Michael. He wasn’t in the living room. I noticed the front door was open so I walked outside.
Michael sat waiting in a golf cart with a huge grin on his face. “You ready?” I climbed on board and he hammered the gas pedal, which instantly made me cling to my seat. As we drove around the corner of my place a gust of wind hit us. My dress flew up and covered my face. I let out a scream while franticly trying to straighten out my dress while Michael almost hit a tree; he couldn’t stop laughing. The cart swerved left and right forcing me to grab a hold of my seat again in order to prevent myself from falling out. Every time I did this I had to let go of my dress and it flew up again. Michael was now laughing so hysterically he had to stop the vehicle.
He stumbled out of the car holding his stomach with one hand and pointing at me with the other. “Oh boy, you’re killing me” he managed to get out in between laughs. I was absolutely horrified and placed my hands in front of my face and leaned forward, resting my face on my thighs. “I can’t believe Michael Jackson saw my underwear! I could just die!” “Aaw, don’t worry girl, I didn’t look, I swear!” The expression on his face told the opposite. “You looked and you know it!” “Well only a little…It was kinda hard not to. And don’t worry, they looked….Uhm….pretty”. “Still doesn’t change the fact that my boss saw my underwear! Oh god!” I looked up and saw Michael maneuvering to get back in the drivers seat. He sat down and looked at me with a friendly smile. “Hey don’t worry your pretty little head about that, ‘kay? Are you mad I laughed?” “No not really… Guess it did look kinda funny, huh?” “Girl you have NO idea! But you better tuck that dress in somehow. Can’t have you flashing me all the time, now can I? I might actually have an accident if you do.” I couldn’t help but laugh and Michael hit the gas once again, but this time I was prepared.
We made it to the theatre without any further incidents. I figured I had used up my “embarrassment quota” for the entire week. The theatre was beautiful and I had never seen anything like that in a private home before. First, we stocked up on popcorn, milk duds and soft drinks which were all for free and lying in glass displays, just like in a real movie theatre. We then ventured inside and chose two seats in the front.
“So what are we watching?” I asked. “Well, it’s a brand new movie and it hasn’t been released yet. So you’ll actually be the first to see it… And I know the guy who plays the lead” he said with a proud smile on his face. “Oooh, that sounds interesting! Who’s the actor? Anyone I know?”. “Uhm, yeah…. It’s me!”. “YOU! You’re an actor too? Talk about multi-talented.” “I starred in a movie called The Wiz in the 70’s, but this time I wrote, produced and directed this movie. It was really exciting and something I’d always wanted to do.” “I can’t wait to see it! I bet it’s good.” “Ok, but remember I’m really nervous about letting people watch it. I’m afraid they wont like it, so please be kind!” “I will and don’t be nervous. No matter what people say, making a movie is pretty impressive. Not a lot of people can brag about having made one.” “Thanks,” he said and smiled at me, “Let’s start it up then.” He put his hand up in the air giving the thumbs up, signalling the guy running the projector to go ahead and start the movie. A few seconds later the movie started. I could see Michael was nervous, ‘cause he kept biting his lip looking over at me for a reaction to what was playing on the screen. I would be too if I had to put my work out there for millions to judge and pick apart. I reached over for his hand and caught his eye, gave his hand a reassuring squeeze, and then went back to concentrate on the movie. His hand felt so warm and soft that I decided to keep it in mine during the entire movie.
The movie was actually not that bad. It was probably not Oscar material, but it was fun. Michael looked so incredibly sexy in it, especially in the “Come Together” video. All I could think about was that ass and that chest as he ripped his shirt open. How I would love to touch both! I think I might have squeezed his hand extra hard during that performance. I really wanted to feel him, and that was as bold as I dared to be.
“So what did you think? Did you like it? You hated it right? Was I bad? I know acting isn’t my real profession, but I though I did okay. Did I do okay? Did I? Why are you laughing?” “You’re just too cute! It was good Michael and you did a great job, so don’t worry. I sure couldn’t pull that off…And the music was great!.” He looked relieved. “What was your favourite part?” “Well, it was really funny in the end of Badder when the two boys tried to grab each other’s hands but they just kept twirling around…. And the end was really…sexy”. His face turned red and he looked down let out a nervous giggle. “Really? You though I was sexy?” “Oh come on Michael! You seem to know what’s gonna make women drool! And to answer you question,--I think I speak for all women or at least the ones with eyes--yes, you looked, and look, very sexy.” “You’re funny. I’m not sexy! I’m just me… But you look…uhm” he cut himself of and asked: “Wanna go for a walk?” I took his arm and we walked outside. Was he about to say that I was sexy? Nah…
We walked around his property and I determined right then and there, that I had never seen anything so beautiful before. Everything looked perfect and fairytale-like. I really enjoyed his company. Even though he seemed very shy, he was still easy to talk to. He seemed to enjoy my company too. He kept sending me side glances, but when I tried to catch his gaze, he quickly turned away. That shy reaction made me think of myself as a teen when I had a crush on a boy. Did he like me? I was afraid to ask, so I just held on to him and kept walking.
Michael seemed proud of his Neverland property. His face was beaming as he showed me around and explained with enthusiasm what he had planned with some of the empty patches of land. Listening to him speak was so soothing and I could do it forever. He held my arm tighter and tighter as we walked, but at one point he let go and checked his watch. “I have to be getting back. My manager is coming over in about half an hour to discuss the tour. I’ll walk you back to your place”. I anticipated for him to hold out his arm for me to take, but to my pleasant surprise, he took my hand instead.
“Well, here we are! Thank you for showing me your movie and for showing me around. This place is heaven on earth. I feel so lucky to be able to work here… Even though I haven’t actually worked yet!” “No, thank you!. It was a pleasure to spend time with you and hopefully I’ll get to do it again?” he said with a questioning expression. “I would love that very much. You know where I live, so just come by whenever.” “I will take you up on that. ‘Bye…”.
I spent the rest of the day colour coordinating my wardrobe and watching TV. The image of Michael ripping his shirt and showing off that milk chocolate coloured skin kept looping in my mind. While walking around with him, I really had to restrain myself from reaching over and checking out that colour with my own eyes. How could he not know how sexy he was? There sure was a difference between the groin-grabbing Michael Jackson I was used to seeing on TV and the one I had spent the last couple of days with. Maybe he only thought he was sexy while on stage? In my opinion, both Michaels were equally sexy. I settled into bed and caught myself missing him. I hoped with all my heart that he would come by tomorrow and wondered what we would be doing if he did. We probably wouldn’t be doing what I had in mind!
I started drifting away…Suddenly I heard a noise coming from the glass doors and I sat up without turning on the lights. Coyote? No, it couldn’t be coyotes because now I heard a quiet tapping. I got out of bed but realised I was only wearing panties, so I quickly reached for my robe and put it on. I lifted the curtain just a little and peaked out, but it was pitch black. “Is anyone there?” I said with a shivering voice. “Uhm…it’s me… Michael”. Oh shit, I thought to myself and hoped desperately he had come to ravish me like he did in my dream last night. “What are you doing here? It’s 1 am!” “I just needed to tell you something and I couldn’t wait”
I opened the door and Michael appeared. He looked straight into my eyes and took my hands in his. “Look, I’m not very good at this so please don’t interrupt me, ‘kay?” I nodded and he continued. “I have to admit that there were two reasons why I hired you. The first was because of your qualifications and your personality. But the other reason--and please don’t take this the wrong way and think I’m creepy--was because I thought you were really….you know, pretty and also….sexy...and I wanted to get to know the girl I saw in front of the camera. That’s why I came by yesterday and also today… And so far I’ve only been pleasantly surprised.” He took a deep breath and sighed and mumbled to himself, “I’m such a dork!” “No, you….” “No please wait, I’m not finished yet. I have to get this out. So, I guess what I’m trying to say is….I kinda like you”. He looked at me, waiting for me to respond. “Oh, I’m done now. Sorry. Now it was my turn. “Wow! I’m a little blown away. I don’t know if I should be offended, but….I’m really not. I guess I’m flattered in a way…and I kinda like you too.” I could feel my face blushing like crazy, but it was too dark for him to notice. “I’m so glad you’re not mad, girl. Could I maybe invite you to dinner tomorrow? You know, like a date?” “Yes you may.” “Great, so I’ll pick you up tomorrow around 8?” “Sounds like a plan,” I smiled so hard I was afraid my face was going to crack open. I had to compose myself in order to not jump up and down screaming like a little girl. He asked me out! ME! Miss Normal!
“Ok then…I’m gonna head back so you can get some sleep and be well-rested for our date. Goodnight.” “Goodnight”. He turned around and walked away. Before I closed the door I heard him let out a victorious, but whispery “Yes!” I giggled inside. I closed the doors and went back over to my bed.
Before I had a chance to take my robe off, I heard the same tapping as before. I got up and opened the door. Before I could say anything, Michael leaned in and kissed me! My knees went weak as his soft lips pressed lightly against mine. It only lasted a few seconds, but it felt like an eternity. He stepped back, looked at m,e and licked his lips looking very satisfied. He then blink-winked and walked into the night.
Chapter Three
The following day went by way too fast, and I was getting more and more nervous about the date. It was only four hours away, and I had yet to figure out what to wear. So far, I had tried on 10 different outfits, but nothing seemed just right. And what about my hair? Up or down? Curls or flat? I didn’t even have the energy to worry about make up. Despite the stress, I had been able to relax long enough to do French tips on my nails. That was one less thing to worry about, but still only a small comfort.
The last few days with Michael had been so relaxing, but that was before I knew he was interested in me. That information changed everything. Now I was totally self-conscious about what I should and should not say, wear or should not wear. When I thought he only saw me as friend material it was so much easier. Now, I felt I had something to live up; I had to be perfect. Going from “Miss Normal” to “Miss Perfect” was no simple task, and I knew I couldn’t do it.
I finally stopped my frantic attempt to find something to wear and took a deep breath. “Why did he ask you out?” I thought to myself. “Because he likes you, that’s why. And when did he start to like you? When he saw me on the video and spent time with me”. I slowly began to relax. “Were you perfect then? No!” I decided to just go as myself, no more no less, but my nerves were still a mess. I needed to calm down and breaking in my new tub seemed like a good idea. I ran to the bathroom, turned the water on, fetched a glass of wine, and dove into the soothing warm water.
Michael sat waiting in a golf cart with a huge grin on his face. “You ready?” I climbed on board and he hammered the gas pedal, which instantly made me cling to my seat. As we drove around the corner of my place a gust of wind hit us. My dress flew up and covered my face. I let out a scream while franticly trying to straighten out my dress while Michael almost hit a tree; he couldn’t stop laughing. The cart swerved left and right forcing me to grab a hold of my seat again in order to prevent myself from falling out. Every time I did this I had to let go of my dress and it flew up again. Michael was now laughing so hysterically he had to stop the vehicle.
He stumbled out of the car holding his stomach with one hand and pointing at me with the other. “Oh boy, you’re killing me” he managed to get out in between laughs. I was absolutely horrified and placed my hands in front of my face and leaned forward, resting my face on my thighs. “I can’t believe Michael Jackson saw my underwear! I could just die!” “Aaw, don’t worry girl, I didn’t look, I swear!” The expression on his face told the opposite. “You looked and you know it!” “Well only a little…It was kinda hard not to. And don’t worry, they looked….Uhm….pretty”. “Still doesn’t change the fact that my boss saw my underwear! Oh god!” I looked up and saw Michael maneuvering to get back in the drivers seat. He sat down and looked at me with a friendly smile. “Hey don’t worry your pretty little head about that, ‘kay? Are you mad I laughed?” “No not really… Guess it did look kinda funny, huh?” “Girl you have NO idea! But you better tuck that dress in somehow. Can’t have you flashing me all the time, now can I? I might actually have an accident if you do.” I couldn’t help but laugh and Michael hit the gas once again, but this time I was prepared.
We made it to the theatre without any further incidents. I figured I had used up my “embarrassment quota” for the entire week. The theatre was beautiful and I had never seen anything like that in a private home before. First, we stocked up on popcorn, milk duds and soft drinks which were all for free and lying in glass displays, just like in a real movie theatre. We then ventured inside and chose two seats in the front.
“So what are we watching?” I asked. “Well, it’s a brand new movie and it hasn’t been released yet. So you’ll actually be the first to see it… And I know the guy who plays the lead” he said with a proud smile on his face. “Oooh, that sounds interesting! Who’s the actor? Anyone I know?”. “Uhm, yeah…. It’s me!”. “YOU! You’re an actor too? Talk about multi-talented.” “I starred in a movie called The Wiz in the 70’s, but this time I wrote, produced and directed this movie. It was really exciting and something I’d always wanted to do.” “I can’t wait to see it! I bet it’s good.” “Ok, but remember I’m really nervous about letting people watch it. I’m afraid they wont like it, so please be kind!” “I will and don’t be nervous. No matter what people say, making a movie is pretty impressive. Not a lot of people can brag about having made one.” “Thanks,” he said and smiled at me, “Let’s start it up then.” He put his hand up in the air giving the thumbs up, signalling the guy running the projector to go ahead and start the movie. A few seconds later the movie started. I could see Michael was nervous, ‘cause he kept biting his lip looking over at me for a reaction to what was playing on the screen. I would be too if I had to put my work out there for millions to judge and pick apart. I reached over for his hand and caught his eye, gave his hand a reassuring squeeze, and then went back to concentrate on the movie. His hand felt so warm and soft that I decided to keep it in mine during the entire movie.
The movie was actually not that bad. It was probably not Oscar material, but it was fun. Michael looked so incredibly sexy in it, especially in the “Come Together” video. All I could think about was that ass and that chest as he ripped his shirt open. How I would love to touch both! I think I might have squeezed his hand extra hard during that performance. I really wanted to feel him, and that was as bold as I dared to be.
“So what did you think? Did you like it? You hated it right? Was I bad? I know acting isn’t my real profession, but I though I did okay. Did I do okay? Did I? Why are you laughing?” “You’re just too cute! It was good Michael and you did a great job, so don’t worry. I sure couldn’t pull that off…And the music was great!.” He looked relieved. “What was your favourite part?” “Well, it was really funny in the end of Badder when the two boys tried to grab each other’s hands but they just kept twirling around…. And the end was really…sexy”. His face turned red and he looked down let out a nervous giggle. “Really? You though I was sexy?” “Oh come on Michael! You seem to know what’s gonna make women drool! And to answer you question,--I think I speak for all women or at least the ones with eyes--yes, you looked, and look, very sexy.” “You’re funny. I’m not sexy! I’m just me… But you look…uhm” he cut himself of and asked: “Wanna go for a walk?” I took his arm and we walked outside. Was he about to say that I was sexy? Nah…
We walked around his property and I determined right then and there, that I had never seen anything so beautiful before. Everything looked perfect and fairytale-like. I really enjoyed his company. Even though he seemed very shy, he was still easy to talk to. He seemed to enjoy my company too. He kept sending me side glances, but when I tried to catch his gaze, he quickly turned away. That shy reaction made me think of myself as a teen when I had a crush on a boy. Did he like me? I was afraid to ask, so I just held on to him and kept walking.
Michael seemed proud of his Neverland property. His face was beaming as he showed me around and explained with enthusiasm what he had planned with some of the empty patches of land. Listening to him speak was so soothing and I could do it forever. He held my arm tighter and tighter as we walked, but at one point he let go and checked his watch. “I have to be getting back. My manager is coming over in about half an hour to discuss the tour. I’ll walk you back to your place”. I anticipated for him to hold out his arm for me to take, but to my pleasant surprise, he took my hand instead.
“Well, here we are! Thank you for showing me your movie and for showing me around. This place is heaven on earth. I feel so lucky to be able to work here… Even though I haven’t actually worked yet!” “No, thank you!. It was a pleasure to spend time with you and hopefully I’ll get to do it again?” he said with a questioning expression. “I would love that very much. You know where I live, so just come by whenever.” “I will take you up on that. ‘Bye…”.
I spent the rest of the day colour coordinating my wardrobe and watching TV. The image of Michael ripping his shirt and showing off that milk chocolate coloured skin kept looping in my mind. While walking around with him, I really had to restrain myself from reaching over and checking out that colour with my own eyes. How could he not know how sexy he was? There sure was a difference between the groin-grabbing Michael Jackson I was used to seeing on TV and the one I had spent the last couple of days with. Maybe he only thought he was sexy while on stage? In my opinion, both Michaels were equally sexy. I settled into bed and caught myself missing him. I hoped with all my heart that he would come by tomorrow and wondered what we would be doing if he did. We probably wouldn’t be doing what I had in mind!
I started drifting away…Suddenly I heard a noise coming from the glass doors and I sat up without turning on the lights. Coyote? No, it couldn’t be coyotes because now I heard a quiet tapping. I got out of bed but realised I was only wearing panties, so I quickly reached for my robe and put it on. I lifted the curtain just a little and peaked out, but it was pitch black. “Is anyone there?” I said with a shivering voice. “Uhm…it’s me… Michael”. Oh shit, I thought to myself and hoped desperately he had come to ravish me like he did in my dream last night. “What are you doing here? It’s 1 am!” “I just needed to tell you something and I couldn’t wait”
I opened the door and Michael appeared. He looked straight into my eyes and took my hands in his. “Look, I’m not very good at this so please don’t interrupt me, ‘kay?” I nodded and he continued. “I have to admit that there were two reasons why I hired you. The first was because of your qualifications and your personality. But the other reason--and please don’t take this the wrong way and think I’m creepy--was because I thought you were really….you know, pretty and also….sexy...and I wanted to get to know the girl I saw in front of the camera. That’s why I came by yesterday and also today… And so far I’ve only been pleasantly surprised.” He took a deep breath and sighed and mumbled to himself, “I’m such a dork!” “No, you….” “No please wait, I’m not finished yet. I have to get this out. So, I guess what I’m trying to say is….I kinda like you”. He looked at me, waiting for me to respond. “Oh, I’m done now. Sorry. Now it was my turn. “Wow! I’m a little blown away. I don’t know if I should be offended, but….I’m really not. I guess I’m flattered in a way…and I kinda like you too.” I could feel my face blushing like crazy, but it was too dark for him to notice. “I’m so glad you’re not mad, girl. Could I maybe invite you to dinner tomorrow? You know, like a date?” “Yes you may.” “Great, so I’ll pick you up tomorrow around 8?” “Sounds like a plan,” I smiled so hard I was afraid my face was going to crack open. I had to compose myself in order to not jump up and down screaming like a little girl. He asked me out! ME! Miss Normal!
“Ok then…I’m gonna head back so you can get some sleep and be well-rested for our date. Goodnight.” “Goodnight”. He turned around and walked away. Before I closed the door I heard him let out a victorious, but whispery “Yes!” I giggled inside. I closed the doors and went back over to my bed.
Before I had a chance to take my robe off, I heard the same tapping as before. I got up and opened the door. Before I could say anything, Michael leaned in and kissed me! My knees went weak as his soft lips pressed lightly against mine. It only lasted a few seconds, but it felt like an eternity. He stepped back, looked at m,e and licked his lips looking very satisfied. He then blink-winked and walked into the night.
Chapter Three
The following day went by way too fast, and I was getting more and more nervous about the date. It was only four hours away, and I had yet to figure out what to wear. So far, I had tried on 10 different outfits, but nothing seemed just right. And what about my hair? Up or down? Curls or flat? I didn’t even have the energy to worry about make up. Despite the stress, I had been able to relax long enough to do French tips on my nails. That was one less thing to worry about, but still only a small comfort.
The last few days with Michael had been so relaxing, but that was before I knew he was interested in me. That information changed everything. Now I was totally self-conscious about what I should and should not say, wear or should not wear. When I thought he only saw me as friend material it was so much easier. Now, I felt I had something to live up; I had to be perfect. Going from “Miss Normal” to “Miss Perfect” was no simple task, and I knew I couldn’t do it.
I finally stopped my frantic attempt to find something to wear and took a deep breath. “Why did he ask you out?” I thought to myself. “Because he likes you, that’s why. And when did he start to like you? When he saw me on the video and spent time with me”. I slowly began to relax. “Were you perfect then? No!” I decided to just go as myself, no more no less, but my nerves were still a mess. I needed to calm down and breaking in my new tub seemed like a good idea. I ran to the bathroom, turned the water on, fetched a glass of wine, and dove into the soothing warm water.
Finally! I looked at myself in the mirror and was somewhat pleased with what I saw. I had chosen a white silk blouse with three quarter sleeves and small black buttons down the front. It was tucked down into classic black dress pants with a high waist. I accessorised with black heels, some pretty pearl earrings, a simple silver bracelet that I had received as a gift when I was born. I looked very sophisticated. I kept my hair straight and loose and the make up light, with just some mascara, blush and clear lip gloss. I looked over my shoulder at my alarm clock; 7:50 PM. I looked back at my reflection and took another deep breath. “Only 10 minutes ‘till your date with Michael Jackson”. I said it out loud and it sounded very surreal. My heart was pounding a mile a minute. I gave myself a last spray with my perfume and headed for the living room to wait for my date.
At exactly 8:15 he knocked on my door. I had been pacing back and forth ever since 8:02 and was sure I had been stood up. I learned later that when it came to Michael, being only 15 minutes late was quite an accomplishment. I was a bit offended because I always aimed for being on time, all the time, and so I expected other people to show me the same respect. But as soon as I opened the door and Michael handed me a single red rose and leaned in and gave me a kiss on the cheek, all was forgiven. He was dressed in all black with a satin buttoned up shirt, slacks and his signature fedora. He looked so handsome and sexy.
“Hey girl, sorry I’m late…. You look very pretty” he said with a smile. “Thanks” I said and looked down at myself and back up at him. “And you look….wow! You look really handsome Michael”. “Stop it, you’re embarrassing me” he said and hid his face in his hands, but I could see he was smiling. “Sorry, but you look really good. Anyway, so where are we going?” Michael removed his hands and answered. “Well not far…We’re not leaving the property. I hope you don’t mind that we’re not going “out” out. But that’s too risky, ya know?” “That’s fine with me. It’s not the location that’s important, but the company”. “I’m glad you think so…Come on”. He reached out his hand to me and led me towards a waiting golf cart disguised as a Batmobile. He once again hammered the gas pedal and I was glad I was wearing pants.
“Hey girl, sorry I’m late…. You look very pretty” he said with a smile. “Thanks” I said and looked down at myself and back up at him. “And you look….wow! You look really handsome Michael”. “Stop it, you’re embarrassing me” he said and hid his face in his hands, but I could see he was smiling. “Sorry, but you look really good. Anyway, so where are we going?” Michael removed his hands and answered. “Well not far…We’re not leaving the property. I hope you don’t mind that we’re not going “out” out. But that’s too risky, ya know?” “That’s fine with me. It’s not the location that’s important, but the company”. “I’m glad you think so…Come on”. He reached out his hand to me and led me towards a waiting golf cart disguised as a Batmobile. He once again hammered the gas pedal and I was glad I was wearing pants.
After a short drive he stopped at a roofed outdoor kitchen. Delicious aromas hit my nostrils and my mouth started to water. A chef was behind the counter cooking up something heavenly. We sat down at a round table adorned with a flower centrepiece. The chef had already put some of the food on the table and everywhere I looked there was one mouth watering dish after another: fresh fruit, steamed vegetables, fried rice, home made spring rolls, roasted potatoes, fish fried in coconut milk and last but not least, he brought over fried chicken.
I absolutely love food and I had to contain myself from actually drooling down my shirt. Michael must have noticed the possessed look in my eyes, ‘cause he started laughing at me. “Haven’t you eaten anything today? You look like a lioness on the prowl”. His voice woke me up and I realised how I must have looked. Damn! “What? Oh, I only had breakfast… This all just looks so good and I had forgotten how hungry I am… And well, I love to eat”. “Yeah, my sister is like that too. I’ve never been a big eater. Unless the food is served for me, I simply forget to eat”. Michael indicated to me to dig in and so I did and I tried my best not to eat more than he did. Luckily I discovered than when Michael does eat, he eats a lot.
After a dinner filled with lively and easy conversation, we moved over to a nearby couch and cuddled together under a blanket. The patio heaters were on, so I felt really nice and comfortable. He put his arm around my shoulder and I leaned in and nuzzled against his neck. I put my arm around his waist, feeling his hard stomach in the process. It had started to rain and the sound of water banging against the roof was the only sound. We just sat there with a nice silence between us. It was really very romantic.
Michael eventually broke the silence. “Hey, you know what I’ve been wanting to do with you since yesterday?” he asked in a low mysterious voice. “No what?” “I’m not gonna say….I’m gonna show it to you instead”. He bent down, tilted my head up with his finger and kissed me with passion. His tongue parted my lips, went in and searched for mine. It was a slow and lazy kiss and our tongues twirled around each others with a sensual feel. We were tasting each other. It lasted several minutes and when he pulled away, my entire body felt numb. “Are you coming?” “Coming where?” I asked. “Remember, there was something I wanted to do with you?” “This” meaning the kiss “wasn’t it?” “No silly! We have to go inside”. “But it’s raining!” Michael stood up and pulled the blanket over his head. “Get under here girl”. I stood up to join him and we started running towards the house. There was no point in taking the Batmobile since it had no roof, so the blanket would have to do. We made it there without getting too wet. Michael grabbed my hand and led me towards the couch of the main living room, now completely furnished. The room now looked homey and the fire in the fireplace really dotted the i.
“Ok, now you just wait here, ‘kay? And I’ll be right back”. He turned around to leave but stopped and turned around with a devilish grin on his face. “Oh and girl, you might wanna stretch….’Cause I’m reeeeally good!” He left and I sat back and tried to figure out what on earth we were going to be doing. Well, I knew what I wanted to do; that kiss still lingered in my body and I could still feel and taste his lips. Just at the mere thought of it, my body became hot and I got a tingling sensation between my thighs. Oh god, I was burning and I desperately wanted Michael to put out the fire that was scorching out of control in my loins…. Footsteps sounded behind me. “Ready girl?” “I guess so”. “Get over here then. This is gonna be great!” His face was lit up with boyish anticipation. I got up from the couch and headed over to Michael to find out just what I was supposed to get ready for.
Chapter four
“Right hand on green”. I tried my best to contort my body around on the Twister mat in a sexy way, but I felt completely stupid. I was now standing on all fours with my butt high up in the air. Michael was standing behind me, making this a really compromising position. I had just spun the wheel and Michael bent over to reach the green spot. It was right below my hand, so his body now covered mine. I could feel him, all of him, against me. Once again I was a bit disappointed that Twister was what he wanted me to stretch for. I had to admit, it was pretty funny, and I guess any physical game with him was worth playing. And what made it even more fun was to see Michael’s face when I won the first round. He did not find that amusing! And it didn’t help that his gloating, when he won the second round, failed to get to me even one bit.
I could feel his hair tickling the side of my face and his warm breath against my ear. It made my spine tingle. I shifted my foot a little and that made my rear bump into Michael’s groin. I could feel his body jump a little, but I could also feel him harden a bit. I didn’t say anything. Just took a deep calming breath, because there was nothing I wanted more than to help him get even harder.
He pressed his body even further down on mine and I sensed his heart pounding in his chest against my back. He put his mouth even closer to my ear. “Are you enjoying yourself?” He whispered in a low voice. I had to clear my throat before I could get any sound out. “Y…Yes I am” “I’m gonna beat you this time too, ya know?” He continued whispering. “Oh really?” “Yes, really!” I could hear in his voice that he was smiling. “And how do you plan on doing that? ‘Cause I’m not even tired yet”. I was actually lying and desperately hoping that he would just admit defeat and give up, because I sure wasn’t about to! “Because I’m just getting started and I never give up…And I’m not tired as well!” Damn! Well I sure wasn’t going give him the satisfaction of winning, so I clenched my teeth and held my position. Michael turned the wheel.
The game went on for another half hour. I was now positioned on all fours on my back with Michael’s legs between mine and his hands on each side of my head. My body was trembling from straining myself for so long. Even Michael looked tired, but he was too stubborn to quit. He looked down at me, and I met his eyes. Then he slowly lowered himself like he was doing push ups, until his face was right in front of mine. “Let’s stop playing” he whispered. I nodded and closed my eyes and prepared for the kiss that I could sense coming. And it did. At first his lips were barely touching mine and I could feel him breathing into my mouth. Then he moved up to kiss my upper lip and afterwards he gave the bottom one the same treatment. I hadn’t moved my lips yet and just savoured the delicate feeling of his touch. He then covered my mouth with his in a hungry kiss that made me moan. My body finally surrendered and I forgot about the game. Lying on my back, I reached for Michael’s neck, pulling him closer. I wanted him on top of me. He was still in the push up position and the air between our bodies was not welcome.
He kept kissing me, but then suddenly he pulled away. “You know what girl?” he said in a low voice. I simply shook my head as a response. “I WON!” he shouted and started laughing like crazy. He rose to his feet and started jumping up and down in a victorious manner. “Who’s the man? I’m the man! Who’s bad? I’m bad!” he sung to himself. I was still on the floor, offended at first but when Michael grabbed his crotch and stated he was bad, I couldn’t help but laugh. “That’s not fair! You cheated!” I exclaimed. “No I didn’t…You just couldn’t handle me!” He reached his hands down towards me to help me up. “Well, you’re a lot to handle Mister” I said with a smile and looked up at him. He was looking a bit too happy with himself, and I had to wipe that grin of his face.
I noticed a chair behind him and then pushed him backwards. He sat down with a surprised look on his face and I moved quickly and straddled him. “What are you doing?” he asked. “Punishing you for cheating. Cheating is bad you know! I bet I can make you beg!” “Oh really? Don’t you know by now that I don’t loose? Not even in bets!” I just looked at him with a crooked smile and then leaned in for the kiss.
I wanted to devour him. I had wanted that all day. I moved towards him until I couldn’t get any closer. I could feel him against my groin and it made me hot. When I started grinding against him, he let out a light moan. I ran my hands down his rippled chest, but the shirt was in the way. I started unbuttoning it, still kissing and grinding him. His hands were on the small of my back stroking me. He pulled the shirt from my pants, moved his hands inside and I trembled by the super light touch of his fingertips searching my back.
I had reached the last button on his shirt and was pleased to discover that he wasn’t wearing anything underneath. I wanted to feel all of him. I started on his collar bone, letting my hands explore. His skin was warm and smooth. I pulled away from the kiss and just stared into his eyes as my hands went lower. I reached his chest and nipples. They reacted to my touch, and I couldn’t help but to give on of them a squeeze. It startled him a bit, but he didn’t move. He sucked in air through his teeth and bit his lip.
I moved lower and could now feel his hard abs. I let my fingertips run down each ripple until they met his pants. I licked my lips and ran my index finger along the waistline of his slacks.
I took my free hand and reached for Michael’s hand that was still caressing my backside. I grabbed it and moved it to my mouth. I started kissing each finger tip until I finally engulfed his middle finger. I kept looking straight into his eyes, and it was clear that he enjoyed what I was doing. My lips kept moving up and down, and I could feel him harden even more. I could feel the tickling between my thighs grow stronger, so I picked up the pace. Michael’s eyes rolled back in his head, and his other hand pushed my body close to his and made my chest touch his. He removed his finger from my mouth, reached for the back of my head, and pulled me in for a horny wet kiss. His hips now stared moving upwards in slow motions. It was like we were having sex with our clothes on.
Our tongues twirled around each other and we were both getting really into it. Our breaths were shallow and quick. I pulled back and moved my hands to the buttons on my shirt. I looked at him and raised my brows in a questioning manner. He licked his lips and nodded. I slowly started unbuttoning my shirt and Michael used the wait to grab my ass and take a strong hold of it. He used his hands to help me with my grinding motion against him.
I was three buttons down and almost at my bra. “You know what?” I said. “What?” he asked in a husky voice. “It’s getting late and I should really get on home. I had a great time” I motioned to get up, but Michael pulled me down again. “What do you mean you have to get home? Stay here!” “Oh no Michael! I’m a lady and I never go all the way on the first date” I said with an innocent smile on my face. I got up and started buttoning my shirt and enjoying the helpless look on Michael’s face. He never should have cheated! “Girl don’t do this to me! You felt so good” he whined. “Please, please, please stay!” “Why Michael, are you begging me?” He now realised what was going on and gave me a devilish smile. “Aw man, you’re bad! I guess you’re the man, huh?” “I sure am! I too can play dirty” I gave him a smile and a wink and left him sitting there on the chair as I walked to the door. The last thing I heard before shutting it behind me was Michael yelling: “You’ve got another thing coming, so just you wait”….
Chaper Five
Never had I shown as much will power as I did walking away from Michael. One part of me wanted to run back and finished what I’d started. But the other part was also nervous about being with him. I knew he liked me with my clothes on, but my mind kept convincing me that he would be disappointed with them off. I had had that problem with all the guys I had ever been with. I guess that’s what comes with being normal and curvy looking. Not to mention that Michael was so very, very hot and sexy. Even if I tried, I wouldn’t be able to find a single flaw on him; I could find the first 50 flaws on myself when looking in the mirror.
I sighed and picked up the pace as it was late and the air was nippy. Suddenly, I felt a raindrop on my cheek. Then another and out of nowhere it started pouring down. I let out a surprised scream and started running towards the cottages, which was actually a little ways away. In the sun, the walk to the main house wasn’t bad, but in the rain at night time, it was a totally different story. I was getting soaking wet. Leaving Michael suddenly felt like a pretty stupid idea!
Suddenly, I heard something honking behind me. I looked over my shoulder and saw a couple of headlights coming towards me. I moved to the side of the pathway as Michael pulled up beside me in a covered golf cart. “Need a ride Miss Daisy?” he said and dipped his hat. By now I was wet from the outside in, and I was shaking pretty bad. His invite was heaven-sent. I scooted in next to him, and he gave me a blanket he had brought along. I wrapped it around me, and we drove off.
“You just wait here and I’ll get you a towel…You should get out of those wet clothes before you get sick,” he said as he left me standing in my bedroom while he went in search of towels. I looked at myself in the mirror and noticed my nipples peeking through the fabric of my shirt. I quickly crossed my arms to hide my chest.
“Why aren’t you out of your clothes yet? You can’t get sick now…You start work in two days!” he came back and handed me the towel. I started drying my hair and face, afraid to tell him why I was still dressed. “I’m shy”. The towel muffled the sound. “Pardon?” he asked. I took the towel down and held it by my chin and looked up at him. “I’m shy”. “Why?” he asked and frowned like it was the stupidest reason ever. “Well…Because I’m no Tatiana Thumbtzen!” I remembered seeing her in one of his videos and I immediately hated her for that ridiculously thin body and way too bouncy hair! His answer surprised me. “Thank god you’re not!” “What do you mean?” “Oh….nothing. Look, you may not think you’re perfect, but that doesn’t mean you aren’t. We often see ourselves very differently than other people do”. “That’s easy for you to say…You ARE perfect!” He shook his head and laughed. “Believe me, I’m far from it! But see…You view me as perfect, and I don’t. I view you as perfect, and you don’t. Now, I’m gonna turn off the lights, and you’re gonna get out of those clothes, ‘kay?”
The lights went off, and the room was bathed in moonlight. The only sound was from the rain banging against the glass doors. Michael motioned that he was leaving the room, but I reached out for his hand. “No…Please stay! I want you to see me”. He didn’t say anything, but just gave me a smile that made me realise that I could trust him.
I tried unbuttoning my shirt, but my hands were cold and shaking. He noticed my problem and slowly moved my hands and took over. He must have noticed my nipples, because he took a deep breath and bit his lip. He looked up at me and started working the buttons…very slowly. I felt hypnotized by his stare and almost lost myself in his smouldering eyes. My breathing became faster in anticipation. I think it was from nervousness, but also from excitement. As much as I wanted to hide my body, I also longed for his approval.
He reached the last button and yanked the shirt out of my pants and then slipped it from my arms. He giggled at the sight of my bra. “What? You’ve never seen a bra before?” I asked, but he didn’t answer.
He continued down to my pants and slowly unzipped them. His movements were very sensual and I ate it up. He pulled them down and I stepped out of them and was glad I was wearing my good underwear. I supported myself on his shoulder as he slipped off my heels. He let his hands run up the sides of my legs, my hips, the sides of my stomach and stopped on either side of my breasts until he stood up straight again. “Uhm…Your underwear is a bit wet too. Should I…” “Yes!” I said and cut him off, sounding a bit too desperate. “I mean…Please do”. He just smiled at me, walked over, placed himself behind me, and started working on my bra. He was kissing my shoulders and the base of my neck. As he was doing so I could feel goose bumps all over my body; this time not from the cold. It took him a while, but eventually he got it open and I helped take it off the rest of the way. My nipples were still hard and cold and I longed for him to warm me up.
He kept kissing my upper back, but then he went south, following my spine. His fingertips brushed lightly against my sides and made me shiver. When he reached my panties it startled me. “Are you ok?....Sweety?” “I’m nodding”, was all I could get out. His fingers followed the edge of my black lace panties and slowly began pulling them down. When my behind was bare, he gave one of my cheeks a kiss, which made me giggle as the sentence: “Michael Jackson is kissing my ass!” popped into my head.
After stepping out of my panties, I was now completely naked and felt very exposed. Michael had moved back in front of me and pulled me in for a hug and found my lips. His kiss was tender and warm. I removed his hat from his head and tossed it aside, leaving room for me to run my hands through his hair. It was so soft.
Michael reluctantly pulled his lips from mine. “Girl, you’re still cold and still shivering”. He took me by the hand and led me to the bed and pulled back the covers. “Here, lie down”. I did as he said, because I longed for warmth to surround me. He pulled the covers back over my body.
“Can I stay here with you tonight?” I nodded and couldn’t help but sigh in relief. I had hoped he would ask me that. He quickly removed his shoes, pants and shirt and stood in front of my bed in his boxers. He looked absolutely amazing! He crawled in next to me and I put my back against his front. He held me so tightly I could slowly feel the heat returning to my frozen limbs. He kissed my ear and whispered. “You look just perfect to me. A certified P.Y.T”. We both giggled and he gave me a squeeze.
As my body was engulfed by the warmth flowing from his body, I could feel my eyelids getting heavy. I felt so relaxed and content and soon I drifted off with the feel of Michael’s arms around me and the sound of the pouring rain playing against the glass. A perfect lullaby…
Chapter six
I woke up to the sunlight tickling my face and the grumbling of my stomach. I turned over and noticed the other side of my bed was empty, except for a note on the pillow:
“Good morning girl. I had an early meeting, so I slipped out before you woke up.
I had such a good time last night and sleeping next to you, so close to you. It was
like heaven, and I yearn for more….
I’m coming by tonigh,t and I’m bringing dessert!
Can’t wait to see you again…
Michael Jackson”
I had to smile at the factthat he had signed it that way and that the note consisted of a mixture of capital and small letters. It looked like the penmanship of a small child, but I just found it endearing and placed it in my underwear drawer.
I couldn’t wait to see him tonight; I felt a rush go through my body just thinking about it. The thought that he was who he was didn’t really occur to me anymore. I was just glad to have met him, and I was more than happy that he was also glad to have met me. At least that was what he made me feel, and that was one of the main reasons why I was comfortable enough standing before him completely naked last night. It had been so intimate, I didn’t even mind that it hadn’t gone any further….Well, almost! God knows I longed for him--all of him! But the thought of him and me actually sleeping together, filled me with nerves. I knew I wanted to, but I was afraid to take the initiative. When I straddled him on the chair, it had all been part of a game, or at least it was from my point of view. And last night…Well, had he made a move, I doubt I would have been able to resist. But he didn’t and I couldn’t help but wonder why. I mean, I was naked! How much more access does a guy need? I sighed and tried not to think about it.
At around 10pm I heard a knock on the door. I got off the couch and straightened my red silk robe. I figured that easy access was the way to go. I could always blame my outfit on the late hour and that I didn’t think he was going to show, so I had slipped into something more comfortable.
After a dinner filled with lively and easy conversation, we moved over to a nearby couch and cuddled together under a blanket. The patio heaters were on, so I felt really nice and comfortable. He put his arm around my shoulder and I leaned in and nuzzled against his neck. I put my arm around his waist, feeling his hard stomach in the process. It had started to rain and the sound of water banging against the roof was the only sound. We just sat there with a nice silence between us. It was really very romantic.
Michael eventually broke the silence. “Hey, you know what I’ve been wanting to do with you since yesterday?” he asked in a low mysterious voice. “No what?” “I’m not gonna say….I’m gonna show it to you instead”. He bent down, tilted my head up with his finger and kissed me with passion. His tongue parted my lips, went in and searched for mine. It was a slow and lazy kiss and our tongues twirled around each others with a sensual feel. We were tasting each other. It lasted several minutes and when he pulled away, my entire body felt numb. “Are you coming?” “Coming where?” I asked. “Remember, there was something I wanted to do with you?” “This” meaning the kiss “wasn’t it?” “No silly! We have to go inside”. “But it’s raining!” Michael stood up and pulled the blanket over his head. “Get under here girl”. I stood up to join him and we started running towards the house. There was no point in taking the Batmobile since it had no roof, so the blanket would have to do. We made it there without getting too wet. Michael grabbed my hand and led me towards the couch of the main living room, now completely furnished. The room now looked homey and the fire in the fireplace really dotted the i.
“Ok, now you just wait here, ‘kay? And I’ll be right back”. He turned around to leave but stopped and turned around with a devilish grin on his face. “Oh and girl, you might wanna stretch….’Cause I’m reeeeally good!” He left and I sat back and tried to figure out what on earth we were going to be doing. Well, I knew what I wanted to do; that kiss still lingered in my body and I could still feel and taste his lips. Just at the mere thought of it, my body became hot and I got a tingling sensation between my thighs. Oh god, I was burning and I desperately wanted Michael to put out the fire that was scorching out of control in my loins…. Footsteps sounded behind me. “Ready girl?” “I guess so”. “Get over here then. This is gonna be great!” His face was lit up with boyish anticipation. I got up from the couch and headed over to Michael to find out just what I was supposed to get ready for.
Chapter four
“Right hand on green”. I tried my best to contort my body around on the Twister mat in a sexy way, but I felt completely stupid. I was now standing on all fours with my butt high up in the air. Michael was standing behind me, making this a really compromising position. I had just spun the wheel and Michael bent over to reach the green spot. It was right below my hand, so his body now covered mine. I could feel him, all of him, against me. Once again I was a bit disappointed that Twister was what he wanted me to stretch for. I had to admit, it was pretty funny, and I guess any physical game with him was worth playing. And what made it even more fun was to see Michael’s face when I won the first round. He did not find that amusing! And it didn’t help that his gloating, when he won the second round, failed to get to me even one bit.
I could feel his hair tickling the side of my face and his warm breath against my ear. It made my spine tingle. I shifted my foot a little and that made my rear bump into Michael’s groin. I could feel his body jump a little, but I could also feel him harden a bit. I didn’t say anything. Just took a deep calming breath, because there was nothing I wanted more than to help him get even harder.
He pressed his body even further down on mine and I sensed his heart pounding in his chest against my back. He put his mouth even closer to my ear. “Are you enjoying yourself?” He whispered in a low voice. I had to clear my throat before I could get any sound out. “Y…Yes I am” “I’m gonna beat you this time too, ya know?” He continued whispering. “Oh really?” “Yes, really!” I could hear in his voice that he was smiling. “And how do you plan on doing that? ‘Cause I’m not even tired yet”. I was actually lying and desperately hoping that he would just admit defeat and give up, because I sure wasn’t about to! “Because I’m just getting started and I never give up…And I’m not tired as well!” Damn! Well I sure wasn’t going give him the satisfaction of winning, so I clenched my teeth and held my position. Michael turned the wheel.
The game went on for another half hour. I was now positioned on all fours on my back with Michael’s legs between mine and his hands on each side of my head. My body was trembling from straining myself for so long. Even Michael looked tired, but he was too stubborn to quit. He looked down at me, and I met his eyes. Then he slowly lowered himself like he was doing push ups, until his face was right in front of mine. “Let’s stop playing” he whispered. I nodded and closed my eyes and prepared for the kiss that I could sense coming. And it did. At first his lips were barely touching mine and I could feel him breathing into my mouth. Then he moved up to kiss my upper lip and afterwards he gave the bottom one the same treatment. I hadn’t moved my lips yet and just savoured the delicate feeling of his touch. He then covered my mouth with his in a hungry kiss that made me moan. My body finally surrendered and I forgot about the game. Lying on my back, I reached for Michael’s neck, pulling him closer. I wanted him on top of me. He was still in the push up position and the air between our bodies was not welcome.
He kept kissing me, but then suddenly he pulled away. “You know what girl?” he said in a low voice. I simply shook my head as a response. “I WON!” he shouted and started laughing like crazy. He rose to his feet and started jumping up and down in a victorious manner. “Who’s the man? I’m the man! Who’s bad? I’m bad!” he sung to himself. I was still on the floor, offended at first but when Michael grabbed his crotch and stated he was bad, I couldn’t help but laugh. “That’s not fair! You cheated!” I exclaimed. “No I didn’t…You just couldn’t handle me!” He reached his hands down towards me to help me up. “Well, you’re a lot to handle Mister” I said with a smile and looked up at him. He was looking a bit too happy with himself, and I had to wipe that grin of his face.
I noticed a chair behind him and then pushed him backwards. He sat down with a surprised look on his face and I moved quickly and straddled him. “What are you doing?” he asked. “Punishing you for cheating. Cheating is bad you know! I bet I can make you beg!” “Oh really? Don’t you know by now that I don’t loose? Not even in bets!” I just looked at him with a crooked smile and then leaned in for the kiss.
I wanted to devour him. I had wanted that all day. I moved towards him until I couldn’t get any closer. I could feel him against my groin and it made me hot. When I started grinding against him, he let out a light moan. I ran my hands down his rippled chest, but the shirt was in the way. I started unbuttoning it, still kissing and grinding him. His hands were on the small of my back stroking me. He pulled the shirt from my pants, moved his hands inside and I trembled by the super light touch of his fingertips searching my back.
I had reached the last button on his shirt and was pleased to discover that he wasn’t wearing anything underneath. I wanted to feel all of him. I started on his collar bone, letting my hands explore. His skin was warm and smooth. I pulled away from the kiss and just stared into his eyes as my hands went lower. I reached his chest and nipples. They reacted to my touch, and I couldn’t help but to give on of them a squeeze. It startled him a bit, but he didn’t move. He sucked in air through his teeth and bit his lip.
I moved lower and could now feel his hard abs. I let my fingertips run down each ripple until they met his pants. I licked my lips and ran my index finger along the waistline of his slacks.
I took my free hand and reached for Michael’s hand that was still caressing my backside. I grabbed it and moved it to my mouth. I started kissing each finger tip until I finally engulfed his middle finger. I kept looking straight into his eyes, and it was clear that he enjoyed what I was doing. My lips kept moving up and down, and I could feel him harden even more. I could feel the tickling between my thighs grow stronger, so I picked up the pace. Michael’s eyes rolled back in his head, and his other hand pushed my body close to his and made my chest touch his. He removed his finger from my mouth, reached for the back of my head, and pulled me in for a horny wet kiss. His hips now stared moving upwards in slow motions. It was like we were having sex with our clothes on.
Our tongues twirled around each other and we were both getting really into it. Our breaths were shallow and quick. I pulled back and moved my hands to the buttons on my shirt. I looked at him and raised my brows in a questioning manner. He licked his lips and nodded. I slowly started unbuttoning my shirt and Michael used the wait to grab my ass and take a strong hold of it. He used his hands to help me with my grinding motion against him.
I was three buttons down and almost at my bra. “You know what?” I said. “What?” he asked in a husky voice. “It’s getting late and I should really get on home. I had a great time” I motioned to get up, but Michael pulled me down again. “What do you mean you have to get home? Stay here!” “Oh no Michael! I’m a lady and I never go all the way on the first date” I said with an innocent smile on my face. I got up and started buttoning my shirt and enjoying the helpless look on Michael’s face. He never should have cheated! “Girl don’t do this to me! You felt so good” he whined. “Please, please, please stay!” “Why Michael, are you begging me?” He now realised what was going on and gave me a devilish smile. “Aw man, you’re bad! I guess you’re the man, huh?” “I sure am! I too can play dirty” I gave him a smile and a wink and left him sitting there on the chair as I walked to the door. The last thing I heard before shutting it behind me was Michael yelling: “You’ve got another thing coming, so just you wait”….
Chaper Five
Never had I shown as much will power as I did walking away from Michael. One part of me wanted to run back and finished what I’d started. But the other part was also nervous about being with him. I knew he liked me with my clothes on, but my mind kept convincing me that he would be disappointed with them off. I had had that problem with all the guys I had ever been with. I guess that’s what comes with being normal and curvy looking. Not to mention that Michael was so very, very hot and sexy. Even if I tried, I wouldn’t be able to find a single flaw on him; I could find the first 50 flaws on myself when looking in the mirror.
I sighed and picked up the pace as it was late and the air was nippy. Suddenly, I felt a raindrop on my cheek. Then another and out of nowhere it started pouring down. I let out a surprised scream and started running towards the cottages, which was actually a little ways away. In the sun, the walk to the main house wasn’t bad, but in the rain at night time, it was a totally different story. I was getting soaking wet. Leaving Michael suddenly felt like a pretty stupid idea!
Suddenly, I heard something honking behind me. I looked over my shoulder and saw a couple of headlights coming towards me. I moved to the side of the pathway as Michael pulled up beside me in a covered golf cart. “Need a ride Miss Daisy?” he said and dipped his hat. By now I was wet from the outside in, and I was shaking pretty bad. His invite was heaven-sent. I scooted in next to him, and he gave me a blanket he had brought along. I wrapped it around me, and we drove off.
“You just wait here and I’ll get you a towel…You should get out of those wet clothes before you get sick,” he said as he left me standing in my bedroom while he went in search of towels. I looked at myself in the mirror and noticed my nipples peeking through the fabric of my shirt. I quickly crossed my arms to hide my chest.
“Why aren’t you out of your clothes yet? You can’t get sick now…You start work in two days!” he came back and handed me the towel. I started drying my hair and face, afraid to tell him why I was still dressed. “I’m shy”. The towel muffled the sound. “Pardon?” he asked. I took the towel down and held it by my chin and looked up at him. “I’m shy”. “Why?” he asked and frowned like it was the stupidest reason ever. “Well…Because I’m no Tatiana Thumbtzen!” I remembered seeing her in one of his videos and I immediately hated her for that ridiculously thin body and way too bouncy hair! His answer surprised me. “Thank god you’re not!” “What do you mean?” “Oh….nothing. Look, you may not think you’re perfect, but that doesn’t mean you aren’t. We often see ourselves very differently than other people do”. “That’s easy for you to say…You ARE perfect!” He shook his head and laughed. “Believe me, I’m far from it! But see…You view me as perfect, and I don’t. I view you as perfect, and you don’t. Now, I’m gonna turn off the lights, and you’re gonna get out of those clothes, ‘kay?”
The lights went off, and the room was bathed in moonlight. The only sound was from the rain banging against the glass doors. Michael motioned that he was leaving the room, but I reached out for his hand. “No…Please stay! I want you to see me”. He didn’t say anything, but just gave me a smile that made me realise that I could trust him.
I tried unbuttoning my shirt, but my hands were cold and shaking. He noticed my problem and slowly moved my hands and took over. He must have noticed my nipples, because he took a deep breath and bit his lip. He looked up at me and started working the buttons…very slowly. I felt hypnotized by his stare and almost lost myself in his smouldering eyes. My breathing became faster in anticipation. I think it was from nervousness, but also from excitement. As much as I wanted to hide my body, I also longed for his approval.
He reached the last button and yanked the shirt out of my pants and then slipped it from my arms. He giggled at the sight of my bra. “What? You’ve never seen a bra before?” I asked, but he didn’t answer.
He continued down to my pants and slowly unzipped them. His movements were very sensual and I ate it up. He pulled them down and I stepped out of them and was glad I was wearing my good underwear. I supported myself on his shoulder as he slipped off my heels. He let his hands run up the sides of my legs, my hips, the sides of my stomach and stopped on either side of my breasts until he stood up straight again. “Uhm…Your underwear is a bit wet too. Should I…” “Yes!” I said and cut him off, sounding a bit too desperate. “I mean…Please do”. He just smiled at me, walked over, placed himself behind me, and started working on my bra. He was kissing my shoulders and the base of my neck. As he was doing so I could feel goose bumps all over my body; this time not from the cold. It took him a while, but eventually he got it open and I helped take it off the rest of the way. My nipples were still hard and cold and I longed for him to warm me up.
He kept kissing my upper back, but then he went south, following my spine. His fingertips brushed lightly against my sides and made me shiver. When he reached my panties it startled me. “Are you ok?....Sweety?” “I’m nodding”, was all I could get out. His fingers followed the edge of my black lace panties and slowly began pulling them down. When my behind was bare, he gave one of my cheeks a kiss, which made me giggle as the sentence: “Michael Jackson is kissing my ass!” popped into my head.
After stepping out of my panties, I was now completely naked and felt very exposed. Michael had moved back in front of me and pulled me in for a hug and found my lips. His kiss was tender and warm. I removed his hat from his head and tossed it aside, leaving room for me to run my hands through his hair. It was so soft.
Michael reluctantly pulled his lips from mine. “Girl, you’re still cold and still shivering”. He took me by the hand and led me to the bed and pulled back the covers. “Here, lie down”. I did as he said, because I longed for warmth to surround me. He pulled the covers back over my body.
“Can I stay here with you tonight?” I nodded and couldn’t help but sigh in relief. I had hoped he would ask me that. He quickly removed his shoes, pants and shirt and stood in front of my bed in his boxers. He looked absolutely amazing! He crawled in next to me and I put my back against his front. He held me so tightly I could slowly feel the heat returning to my frozen limbs. He kissed my ear and whispered. “You look just perfect to me. A certified P.Y.T”. We both giggled and he gave me a squeeze.
As my body was engulfed by the warmth flowing from his body, I could feel my eyelids getting heavy. I felt so relaxed and content and soon I drifted off with the feel of Michael’s arms around me and the sound of the pouring rain playing against the glass. A perfect lullaby…
Chapter six
I woke up to the sunlight tickling my face and the grumbling of my stomach. I turned over and noticed the other side of my bed was empty, except for a note on the pillow:
“Good morning girl. I had an early meeting, so I slipped out before you woke up.
I had such a good time last night and sleeping next to you, so close to you. It was
like heaven, and I yearn for more….
I’m coming by tonigh,t and I’m bringing dessert!
Can’t wait to see you again…
Michael Jackson”
I had to smile at the factthat he had signed it that way and that the note consisted of a mixture of capital and small letters. It looked like the penmanship of a small child, but I just found it endearing and placed it in my underwear drawer.
I couldn’t wait to see him tonight; I felt a rush go through my body just thinking about it. The thought that he was who he was didn’t really occur to me anymore. I was just glad to have met him, and I was more than happy that he was also glad to have met me. At least that was what he made me feel, and that was one of the main reasons why I was comfortable enough standing before him completely naked last night. It had been so intimate, I didn’t even mind that it hadn’t gone any further….Well, almost! God knows I longed for him--all of him! But the thought of him and me actually sleeping together, filled me with nerves. I knew I wanted to, but I was afraid to take the initiative. When I straddled him on the chair, it had all been part of a game, or at least it was from my point of view. And last night…Well, had he made a move, I doubt I would have been able to resist. But he didn’t and I couldn’t help but wonder why. I mean, I was naked! How much more access does a guy need? I sighed and tried not to think about it.
At around 10pm I heard a knock on the door. I got off the couch and straightened my red silk robe. I figured that easy access was the way to go. I could always blame my outfit on the late hour and that I didn’t think he was going to show, so I had slipped into something more comfortable.
I opened the door and was greeted by a big bouquet of lilies. “Oh Michael…Those are my favourites!” I took the bouquet from his hand and took in the scent of the beautiful flowers.
Michael came through the door and gave me a big hug and a quick peck on the cheek. “I’m glad you like them. Sorry I’m so late, but the meeting turned into a bunch of other things. I came as fast as I could.” “Well, better late than never,” I said and went to the kitchen to fetch something to put the flowers in.
“Oh god, he looks so good!” I thought to myself as I searched for a vase. He was dressed in tight black jeans, a purple shirt and sneakers and his hair fell seductively around his perfect face.
I had trouble thinking straight. For some reason I couldn’t remember where I put the vase. After opening the third cupboard, I was about to just give up. Then I saw it on the top shelf, out of my reach. Michael must have been watching me, because suddenly he was standing right behind me. “Let me help you with that”. I was startled by the sound of his voice so close to me. I hadn’t heard him approach.
I could see his arm emerge from the corner of my eye. He couldn’t quite reach, so he had to move closer, meaning moving even closer to me, and I was now being pressed up against the kitchen counter. I had to take some deep breaths as the feeling of him against my ass was almost driving me over the edge and the warm feeling between my thighs from last night, was coming back. I desperately wanted to turn around and have my way with him, but I felt frozen in time. In my mind I begged for him to make the first move. My heart was racing….
He managed to reach the vase and handed it to me. When I took it, my hand covered his and just the feel of them together made me moan. That must have triggered something in him, because he moved my hair to the side and started kissing my neck. The kisses shot sparks of pleasure down my spine. I placed the vase on the counter and reached my hands back to run my fingers through his hair. His kisses reached my earlobe and I couldn’t take it anymore. I turned around to face him and, without hesitating, I started devouring his soft lips. He kissed me back with an equal amount of longing.
My body was almost shaking, I wanted him so bad. I ripped his shirt open and yanked it from his arms. At the same time, he started opening my robe. We were both hungry for each other, and we attacked like two sexual predators.
He broke off the kiss to take a look at my red silk underwear and matching robe. His eyes were filled with lust as he licked his lips. He took me by the waist and lifted me onto the counter. I immediately wrapped my legs around him and pulled him against me. He was hard. He began rubbing against my sensitive area. I threw my head back in pleasure, arching my back, inviting him to play with my breasts. He accepted the invitation and desperately pulled down my bra and took one erect nipple into his mouth while he cupped the other. He switched between flicking my nipple and sucking on it, making it sensitive. My other breast was feeling left out, but Michael knew to be fair.
I tightened my legs around him making him moan against my nipple. He started kissing up towards my mouth at the same time I was trying to remove his t-shirt. He pulled his head back and helped me take it off, revealing his slim, but very chiseled, upper body. Just the sight of his small nipples and hard stomach made me even wetter, if that was possible. He leaned in and kissed me again, but I pushed him away. “Michael, I have to have you!” and I started a frantic attempt to get his pants open. I finally succeeded causing them to fall to his ankles. He was too occupied with taking my panties off to take the time and step out of his pants.
My panties were gone and now there was only the fabric of his boxers in the way. I reached down and started to stroke him. My hand didn’t even reach half way around it and I was afraid he wouldn’t fit. He leaned his head against my shoulder and groaned into my neck “Oh my god, that feels so good baby! Oooohhh…Please take off my boxers!” I did what he asked and my eyes grew wide with lust from what was revealed before me. His tip was glistening with pre-cum and I reached down and took a grip around him, using my thumb to tease the head of his penis. I had my other hand in his hair. His hands found my breasts again and started playing while his lips found mine.
My strokes became faster and his breath picked up. He suddenly took both my hands and held them above my head against the cupboard. His other hand placed my one leg on the counter which made me open and accessible. He then reached down and took a hold of his penis and guided it towards my wet entrance. He didn’t go inside me right away. Instead he chose to drive me crazy with rubbing his tip gently against my most sensitive spot. I started panting and was sure I was about to lose it. “Michael….please!” I managed to get out between breaths.
He slowly started entering and I held my breath. He was big and my body was struggling to accommodate. When he was half way in, he pushed himself quickly the rest of the way and I couldn’t hold in a gasp of surprise. “Oh shit, that feels good” he panted as he threw his head back. He slowly started gyrating his hips. My body was starting to relax so I could enjoy his movements.
“Oh god, he looks so good!” I thought to myself as I searched for a vase. He was dressed in tight black jeans, a purple shirt and sneakers and his hair fell seductively around his perfect face.
I had trouble thinking straight. For some reason I couldn’t remember where I put the vase. After opening the third cupboard, I was about to just give up. Then I saw it on the top shelf, out of my reach. Michael must have been watching me, because suddenly he was standing right behind me. “Let me help you with that”. I was startled by the sound of his voice so close to me. I hadn’t heard him approach.
I could see his arm emerge from the corner of my eye. He couldn’t quite reach, so he had to move closer, meaning moving even closer to me, and I was now being pressed up against the kitchen counter. I had to take some deep breaths as the feeling of him against my ass was almost driving me over the edge and the warm feeling between my thighs from last night, was coming back. I desperately wanted to turn around and have my way with him, but I felt frozen in time. In my mind I begged for him to make the first move. My heart was racing….
He managed to reach the vase and handed it to me. When I took it, my hand covered his and just the feel of them together made me moan. That must have triggered something in him, because he moved my hair to the side and started kissing my neck. The kisses shot sparks of pleasure down my spine. I placed the vase on the counter and reached my hands back to run my fingers through his hair. His kisses reached my earlobe and I couldn’t take it anymore. I turned around to face him and, without hesitating, I started devouring his soft lips. He kissed me back with an equal amount of longing.
My body was almost shaking, I wanted him so bad. I ripped his shirt open and yanked it from his arms. At the same time, he started opening my robe. We were both hungry for each other, and we attacked like two sexual predators.
He broke off the kiss to take a look at my red silk underwear and matching robe. His eyes were filled with lust as he licked his lips. He took me by the waist and lifted me onto the counter. I immediately wrapped my legs around him and pulled him against me. He was hard. He began rubbing against my sensitive area. I threw my head back in pleasure, arching my back, inviting him to play with my breasts. He accepted the invitation and desperately pulled down my bra and took one erect nipple into his mouth while he cupped the other. He switched between flicking my nipple and sucking on it, making it sensitive. My other breast was feeling left out, but Michael knew to be fair.
I tightened my legs around him making him moan against my nipple. He started kissing up towards my mouth at the same time I was trying to remove his t-shirt. He pulled his head back and helped me take it off, revealing his slim, but very chiseled, upper body. Just the sight of his small nipples and hard stomach made me even wetter, if that was possible. He leaned in and kissed me again, but I pushed him away. “Michael, I have to have you!” and I started a frantic attempt to get his pants open. I finally succeeded causing them to fall to his ankles. He was too occupied with taking my panties off to take the time and step out of his pants.
My panties were gone and now there was only the fabric of his boxers in the way. I reached down and started to stroke him. My hand didn’t even reach half way around it and I was afraid he wouldn’t fit. He leaned his head against my shoulder and groaned into my neck “Oh my god, that feels so good baby! Oooohhh…Please take off my boxers!” I did what he asked and my eyes grew wide with lust from what was revealed before me. His tip was glistening with pre-cum and I reached down and took a grip around him, using my thumb to tease the head of his penis. I had my other hand in his hair. His hands found my breasts again and started playing while his lips found mine.
My strokes became faster and his breath picked up. He suddenly took both my hands and held them above my head against the cupboard. His other hand placed my one leg on the counter which made me open and accessible. He then reached down and took a hold of his penis and guided it towards my wet entrance. He didn’t go inside me right away. Instead he chose to drive me crazy with rubbing his tip gently against my most sensitive spot. I started panting and was sure I was about to lose it. “Michael….please!” I managed to get out between breaths.
He slowly started entering and I held my breath. He was big and my body was struggling to accommodate. When he was half way in, he pushed himself quickly the rest of the way and I couldn’t hold in a gasp of surprise. “Oh shit, that feels good” he panted as he threw his head back. He slowly started gyrating his hips. My body was starting to relax so I could enjoy his movements.
At first he moved slowly, but neither of us had the patience to make keep up that slow pace. It wasn’t long before he picked up speed and started pounding me hard. His hand was still holding my hands tight above my head and his mouth found its way to my neck and left a wet trail of kisses down my chest, until he once again reached my nipples. They were so sensitive by now that the slightest touch from his tongue made my whole body tremble.
He took his free hand and placed it on the small of my back, forcing my body closer to the edge of the counter, giving him room to go even deeper. I was panting so hard that I started seeing spots. I could feel my walls tighten; I was close! Michael had a strained look on his face, and I could see his jaw muscles flex. His thrusts became more violent, and I could feel him nearing his peak. Deep within me, the waves of an orgasm began surging through me. Michael began moaning very loud in a high pitched sound and I joined him. The crash of the final release hit us both, and I could feel his juices fill me.
My legs were shaking from exhaustion as the orgasm died down, and he finally let go of my arms. He was still in me when he pulled me close and rested his head against my shoulder. I wrapped my arms around him. We stood like that for a while trying to gain our composure.
A while later we said goodnight. To my disappointment, he was going out of town early the next day and wasn’t going to be back until late the day after. He had some meetings to attend in New York and had to get up at 5am, so we decided to sleep apart, even though neither of us really wanted to.
I was glad he wasn’t going to be there on my first day on the job because I was sure he would get a kick out of following me around making fun of me while cleaning HIS house. Sleeping with the boss was going to be tough, but not as tough as having to do without him when he went of to do the second leg of his tour. With the sex I had just experienced it was going to be a long eight months waiting for him to return.
My legs were shaking from exhaustion as the orgasm died down, and he finally let go of my arms. He was still in me when he pulled me close and rested his head against my shoulder. I wrapped my arms around him. We stood like that for a while trying to gain our composure.
A while later we said goodnight. To my disappointment, he was going out of town early the next day and wasn’t going to be back until late the day after. He had some meetings to attend in New York and had to get up at 5am, so we decided to sleep apart, even though neither of us really wanted to.
I was glad he wasn’t going to be there on my first day on the job because I was sure he would get a kick out of following me around making fun of me while cleaning HIS house. Sleeping with the boss was going to be tough, but not as tough as having to do without him when he went of to do the second leg of his tour. With the sex I had just experienced it was going to be a long eight months waiting for him to return.
Chapter Seven
I was well into my very first day at work when Ms. Peters came into the dining room where I was polishing the brand new silverware. She told me that as soon as I was done, I had to go clean the game room. The though of cleaning yet another room didn’t sit well with me, but I did as I was told. After I had finished polishing the silverware, I gathered a mop and other cleaning products and headed for the game room.
“Aw man!” I thought to myself as I took a look around. When Ms. Peters had said “game room” I pictured a room filled with games. NOT a two floor arcade! I knew I wasn’t going home any time soon, so I took a deep breath, trying to figure out where to begin.
A clicking noise made me turn around. There was Michael, leaning against the now- locked door with a smouldering look in his eyes. “Michael, what are you doing here? I didn’t expect you home until later”. “The meeting’s cut short. How’s your first day?” He slowly started walking towards me with his hands behind his back. “Oh, it’s fine. Ms. Peters told me to go and clean this room”. “Well, no that was me…Surprise!” He smiled at me and leaned in for an innocent quick kiss on the lips. He took my hand and I put down the cleaning products. “Let me show you around”.
He showed me ALL the machines and games with the excitement of a little kid. He had the high score on all of them and he was beaming with pride. Upstairs he showed me the first pinball machine he ever bought back when he lived at home in Encino. I could tell he had used it a lot since the black paint on the buttons was almost worn off revealing the white underneath. “This is my favourite machine. I’ve had a lot of fun on it… And uhm…Would you like to have fun on it as well?” He was blushing furiously and I didn’t get why a game of pinball could do that to anybody. “Sure, I’ll have a go” I said and stepped in front of it, ready to play.
“Michael, it’s not working” I said as I kept pushing the start button. “Well no...I broke it when I got over excited one time after showing Jermaine who was boss” he said and giggled. I turned around and almost bumped my face into his. “So I can’t play if it’s broken you know.” “I know…Who said anything about playing? I was talking about having fun.” His voice was deep as he gave me the once over. “Get up….On the machine” he said and who was I to argue with the look he gave me.
I lifted myself up and Michael stepped in between my legs and put his hands on my thighs. He started running them slowly up and down and I could feel myself immediately getting turned on. His hands went even higher and I was yearning for them to explore me. I already knew how he worked his pelvis and I was dying to see what he could do with those marvellous fingers.
“Lie down”. I did as instructed and my entire body was trembling from anticipation of what to come. My body touched the cool glass and Michael forcefully pulled my legs apart and placed each one on either side of the pinball machine. His rough way with me was pushing all the right buttons in my body.
His hands now pushed my dress up around my waist leaving me painfully vulnerable in front of him. The long sexy fingers started exploring my thighs once again, now on the inside. He started at my knees, massaging his way up. When he was almost at my crotch, he changed directions and let his nails leave light red marks down my legs. It made me shiver and moan. I looked up at Michael and he looked hungry. I could feel my panties getting wet and I was getting impatient. But he didn’t seem to care. He bent down and ran the tip of his tongue all the way up, stopping only inches away from the lace fabric of my underwear. He was teasing the sensitive skin of my inner thigh by lightly biting it.
He started kissing my now burning skin and when one of his kisses suddenly hit my spot, my body jerked with surprise. I was desperately hoping he would stay there, but he just kept kissing all over the outside of my panties, leaving my pulsating womanhood aching for more. I arched my back and tried to encourage him to give me what I wanted.
Without warning, he placed his entire head between my legs and pushed his tongue against the fabric, touching my clit. My breath picked up as he slowly licked my opening in an up and down motion. I wanted him to tear my underwear off, but I was too drunk with lust to say anything. His hands were placed on each side of my waist, pinning me down. His licking turned into kissing and then again turned into licking. My panties were drenched; both from my own juices and his saliva. He was now concentrating more on my spot and my eyes rolled back in my head with pleasure.
He moved one of his hands from my waist to my inner thigh. With one finger, he pulled my panties aside and again buried his face deep in me and it made me loose my breath. “Oh shit Michael” I whispered. His tongue started out by tasting my labia with an unbearably light touch. He sucked one of them in between his lips and let out a slight moan. He then darted his tongue in and out of me, burying his face even more in my wetness. I began feeling light headed. He was driving me wild.
He pulled away, inserting his index finger and began twirling it around inside of me. Then another finger joined and he started fucking me with them. I was now panting and so was Michael. He stood up, watching what he was doing and his eyes seemed on fire. He bent down once again and had his tongue paying attention to my swollen clit. A third finger entered me and the burning feeling in my body had spread to every limb.
He flickered on my spot and I could feel an orgasm slowly building up inside of me. His fingers moved faster and faster and I had to reach back and grab a hold of the pinball machine to prevent me from falling of. He carefully sucked my clit in between his teeth, let go and started licking again. This time he licked harder and faster. My legs were shaking now, and I started gyrating my pelvis. I was so close and Michael could feel it too. I began moaning very loud and just when I was about to cum, he pulled out his fingers, took a hold of my waist and pulled me even closer into his face, covering my entire clit with his mouth and roughly kept licking. My body started jerking as the powerful orgasm surged through me and I placed my hand in his hair, keeping him in place during my spasms.
My arms fell limp down each side of the pinball machine and I was struggling to calm down and catch my breath. Michael was looking down at me, smiling, and reached his hands for me to take. I struggled to get the muscles in my arms working, but I managed to take hold and he pulled me up in a sitting position. I pulled him in for a tight embrace and whispered in his ear. “I’m so glad you came back early…That was…Wow!” He nuzzled his nose against my neck. “Mmm…Me too. I’m glad I got it right”. I was still on cloud nine, so I didn’t really pay attention to what he was saying. I was just enjoying his arms around me, caressing my back.
I jumped down from the wonderful pinball machine and straightened my dress. Michael took my hands and swung them back and forth like a shy school boy. “You know I’m leaving tomorrow morning, right?” He said with a sad expression on his face. “Yeah I know…Can’t believe it’s gonna be that long! Now it’s gonna be all work and no play”. I pouted my lip and looked down. He raised my chin with his finger, on which I could still smell myself, and gave my protruding lip a kiss. “I’ll be back before you know it, girl…But I was wondering, do you wanna come by my room tonight? I was thinking about having a slumber party. Just you and me?” “I would looove to” I said and my pout immediately went away. “Super! I’ve got some work to do in the studio, so how about you come by in about four hours?” I nodded with excitement.
We walked outside, gave each other a hug after checking no one was around and we went our separate ways. Before he walked around the corner, he turned around and yelled: “Don’t forget your jimmies.” I smiled at him and was already looking forward to later.
When I entered the main house I almost bumped in to Ms. Peters who was on her way out. “What have you been doing? You look like you just ran a marathon. And what have you done with your hair?” I reached up to figure out what was wrong with my hair, when I realised my ponytail wasn’t where I left it. Instead of being on the back of my head, it was now placed right behind my ear. I must have being moving around on the pinball machine more then I thought “Oh…I…Well….The room was very very dirty….But don’t worry, I’m clean now….I mean IT’S clean…It, the room…Can I go home now?” “Sure” she said in a suspicious voice.
He showed me ALL the machines and games with the excitement of a little kid. He had the high score on all of them and he was beaming with pride. Upstairs he showed me the first pinball machine he ever bought back when he lived at home in Encino. I could tell he had used it a lot since the black paint on the buttons was almost worn off revealing the white underneath. “This is my favourite machine. I’ve had a lot of fun on it… And uhm…Would you like to have fun on it as well?” He was blushing furiously and I didn’t get why a game of pinball could do that to anybody. “Sure, I’ll have a go” I said and stepped in front of it, ready to play.
“Michael, it’s not working” I said as I kept pushing the start button. “Well no...I broke it when I got over excited one time after showing Jermaine who was boss” he said and giggled. I turned around and almost bumped my face into his. “So I can’t play if it’s broken you know.” “I know…Who said anything about playing? I was talking about having fun.” His voice was deep as he gave me the once over. “Get up….On the machine” he said and who was I to argue with the look he gave me.
I lifted myself up and Michael stepped in between my legs and put his hands on my thighs. He started running them slowly up and down and I could feel myself immediately getting turned on. His hands went even higher and I was yearning for them to explore me. I already knew how he worked his pelvis and I was dying to see what he could do with those marvellous fingers.
“Lie down”. I did as instructed and my entire body was trembling from anticipation of what to come. My body touched the cool glass and Michael forcefully pulled my legs apart and placed each one on either side of the pinball machine. His rough way with me was pushing all the right buttons in my body.
His hands now pushed my dress up around my waist leaving me painfully vulnerable in front of him. The long sexy fingers started exploring my thighs once again, now on the inside. He started at my knees, massaging his way up. When he was almost at my crotch, he changed directions and let his nails leave light red marks down my legs. It made me shiver and moan. I looked up at Michael and he looked hungry. I could feel my panties getting wet and I was getting impatient. But he didn’t seem to care. He bent down and ran the tip of his tongue all the way up, stopping only inches away from the lace fabric of my underwear. He was teasing the sensitive skin of my inner thigh by lightly biting it.
He started kissing my now burning skin and when one of his kisses suddenly hit my spot, my body jerked with surprise. I was desperately hoping he would stay there, but he just kept kissing all over the outside of my panties, leaving my pulsating womanhood aching for more. I arched my back and tried to encourage him to give me what I wanted.
Without warning, he placed his entire head between my legs and pushed his tongue against the fabric, touching my clit. My breath picked up as he slowly licked my opening in an up and down motion. I wanted him to tear my underwear off, but I was too drunk with lust to say anything. His hands were placed on each side of my waist, pinning me down. His licking turned into kissing and then again turned into licking. My panties were drenched; both from my own juices and his saliva. He was now concentrating more on my spot and my eyes rolled back in my head with pleasure.
He moved one of his hands from my waist to my inner thigh. With one finger, he pulled my panties aside and again buried his face deep in me and it made me loose my breath. “Oh shit Michael” I whispered. His tongue started out by tasting my labia with an unbearably light touch. He sucked one of them in between his lips and let out a slight moan. He then darted his tongue in and out of me, burying his face even more in my wetness. I began feeling light headed. He was driving me wild.
He pulled away, inserting his index finger and began twirling it around inside of me. Then another finger joined and he started fucking me with them. I was now panting and so was Michael. He stood up, watching what he was doing and his eyes seemed on fire. He bent down once again and had his tongue paying attention to my swollen clit. A third finger entered me and the burning feeling in my body had spread to every limb.
He flickered on my spot and I could feel an orgasm slowly building up inside of me. His fingers moved faster and faster and I had to reach back and grab a hold of the pinball machine to prevent me from falling of. He carefully sucked my clit in between his teeth, let go and started licking again. This time he licked harder and faster. My legs were shaking now, and I started gyrating my pelvis. I was so close and Michael could feel it too. I began moaning very loud and just when I was about to cum, he pulled out his fingers, took a hold of my waist and pulled me even closer into his face, covering my entire clit with his mouth and roughly kept licking. My body started jerking as the powerful orgasm surged through me and I placed my hand in his hair, keeping him in place during my spasms.
My arms fell limp down each side of the pinball machine and I was struggling to calm down and catch my breath. Michael was looking down at me, smiling, and reached his hands for me to take. I struggled to get the muscles in my arms working, but I managed to take hold and he pulled me up in a sitting position. I pulled him in for a tight embrace and whispered in his ear. “I’m so glad you came back early…That was…Wow!” He nuzzled his nose against my neck. “Mmm…Me too. I’m glad I got it right”. I was still on cloud nine, so I didn’t really pay attention to what he was saying. I was just enjoying his arms around me, caressing my back.
I jumped down from the wonderful pinball machine and straightened my dress. Michael took my hands and swung them back and forth like a shy school boy. “You know I’m leaving tomorrow morning, right?” He said with a sad expression on his face. “Yeah I know…Can’t believe it’s gonna be that long! Now it’s gonna be all work and no play”. I pouted my lip and looked down. He raised my chin with his finger, on which I could still smell myself, and gave my protruding lip a kiss. “I’ll be back before you know it, girl…But I was wondering, do you wanna come by my room tonight? I was thinking about having a slumber party. Just you and me?” “I would looove to” I said and my pout immediately went away. “Super! I’ve got some work to do in the studio, so how about you come by in about four hours?” I nodded with excitement.
We walked outside, gave each other a hug after checking no one was around and we went our separate ways. Before he walked around the corner, he turned around and yelled: “Don’t forget your jimmies.” I smiled at him and was already looking forward to later.
When I entered the main house I almost bumped in to Ms. Peters who was on her way out. “What have you been doing? You look like you just ran a marathon. And what have you done with your hair?” I reached up to figure out what was wrong with my hair, when I realised my ponytail wasn’t where I left it. Instead of being on the back of my head, it was now placed right behind my ear. I must have being moving around on the pinball machine more then I thought “Oh…I…Well….The room was very very dirty….But don’t worry, I’m clean now….I mean IT’S clean…It, the room…Can I go home now?” “Sure” she said in a suspicious voice.
Chapter Eight
After a long relaxing shower I went looking for my pajamas. I knew I had black silk ones and I figured they fit the slumber party theme, ‘cause you never go wrong with black. But to my disappointment, they were no where to be found; I must have lost them in the move. I did have a back up. It was in no way sexy or feminine, but it would have to do. Maybe I could perk it up a bit with some sexy lingerie? Or maybe no lingerie at all? Yes, that was what I was going to do! That ought to spice up my “Yummie Sushi” flannel pajamas.
I put together a little overnight bag and headed for the main house. I had been given instructions by Michael to use his private back entrance, since it was after hours and no one was supposed to be working except the chef. I had mixed emotions as I headed towards the house. I was looking forward to seeing and feeling Michael again, but I also knew it would be the last time for many, many months. He was really starting to grow on me, and I had a feeling I could go and fall in love with him. Right now, we were at the stage of getting to know each other and I loved it. Having butterflies in my stomach when he was around and even when he wasn’t. Just the mere thought of him gave me a dreamy look in my eyes, and I felt like I was on cloud nine. It was so much fun having a crush.
I found the entrance and knocked; four times slow and three times fast. For some reason, Michael thought the idea of having a secret knock would be fun; I just played a long. I had a feeling that the idea of sneaking around being all secretive was something he enjoyed. I had to admit to myself that it only added to the experience. The thought of getting caught in action was pretty exciting.
He came to the door, looking amazing as always with a big smile on his face. His smile was infectious, and I immediately caught it. He put his arms around me, nuzzled his face against my neck, and lifted me of the floor. I breathed in his scent; a mixture of his natural manly smell and the smell of powder. Not the most masculine smell in the world, but for Michael, it was just right. He didn’t need a fragrance to prove how much of a man he was.
He put me back down, took my hand and led me inside. At first I was a bit surprised, because there didn’t seem to be a bed. Instead there were two huge chesterfield looking armchairs in front of a white bricked fireplace. The walls were hidden by shelves stocked with everything from toys to music awards. You couldn’t really see much of the floor either as it was packed with what appeared to be moving boxes, and piles of clothes. But despite the clutter, it was a cozy room and the fire in the fireplace added warmth and a homey feeling to it.
“Wow, you have a lot of stuff!” “Yeah, I know. I tend to collect things and sometimes I guess it gets a bit out of control”. “Uhm, Michael…Are we supposed to sleep in the chairs?” “No off course not silly” he said and giggled, but then he looked around the room. “Oh, my bed is upstairs…It’s a two story bedroom….More privacy that way”. He showed me a spiral staircase partially hidden behind stacked boxes. “Come, I’ll show you”. Michael walked up the stairs and I followed, being thankful for the well-shaped view in front of me as I looked up.
The room upstairs was not as big as the downstairs. A king sized bed with a sparkly blue bedspread on top was the main piece of furniture. More toys and other stuff was piled on top of dressers and chairs. I thought to myself that it was only a matter of time before the clutter would take over the bed too. “How are you able to find anything Michael?” “It may look messy, but I know where everything is…. Well I do most of the time and I figure if there’s something I’m not looking for, it’s because I don’t need it”.
After a few minutes Michael went to the kitchen to ask the chef for snacks and I was left by myself in the upstairs bedroom. I knew it was rude to snoop around, but I couldn’t help it. I sat down on the bed and started going through some of the books on his night stand. It was a mixture of poetry and Disney stories. Next to the books I found a green bouncing ball and I had to try it out. I threw it lightly against the wall, but my attempt to catch it failed, and it rolled down my front, on to the floor, hit the dresser and rolled under the bed. I sighed and got down on my knees. It had rolled too far for me to reach, so I motioned to stand up. But then I caught a glimpse of a book tucked neatly away, hidden by the long bed spread. I picked it up.
“How To Please A Woman”. I covered my mouth in surprise. It looked like a self help kind of book. I noticed one of the corners of the pages was folded, so I took a look at what he had been reading last. I couldn’t help but laugh when I saw the name of the chapter: “Oral Sex”. Why would a grown man need a book on how to please women? Surely he wasn’t a virgin! Or was he? He surely pleased me in a very experienced way. My thoughts were interrupted when Michael called out for me from downstairs. I quickly put the book back to where I found it and ran down to him.
He was standing in front of the fireplace with a big bucket of KFC and a bag of marshmallows.
“I hope you like this stuff…I didn’t know what you liked, so I just picked my own favourites…Why are you looking at me like that?” I realised I had been staring at him with an investigative look, almost thinking I could read his mind and figure out if this sexy man in fact recently had been a virgin. “Oh sorry…No the snacks are fine....The chicken smells good!” He looked pleased with my answer. “Well, this is not a slumber party unless we are in our jammies. You can change in the bathroom”.
The bathroom was yet another impressive room. It was almost as big as my cottage. A big tub covered in black marble filled the corner. Windows covered almost all the walls; as I started undressing I was hoping no one was lurking around outside. I chose to abandon my plan of going commando, put on my pajamas and went to join Michael.
He had also changed clothes, and he looked so cute in his black solar system pajamas. I sat down in the chair next to him and he handed me a piece of chicken. His lips were already greasy, indicating that he hadn’t waited for me to come back before he dug in. I wanted so bad to jump on to his lap and lick them clean, but instead I settled in to my chair, figuring there would be enough time for that later.
Dusk turned to night and we had been sitting in front of the fire for several hours, talking and eating. He told me about his life and asked tons of questions about mine and the more we discovered about each other, the more we seemed to click. I really wanted to ask him about his love life and what women had been in his life, but I was afraid to. He had already told me about Diana Ross and how he had made up this entire relationship in his mind between the two of them, but that was it. I knew his former love life really wasn’t important, but I was a woman and women are curious. I decided that I wouldn’t ask him unless he asked me about mine.
After a long relaxing shower I went looking for my pajamas. I knew I had black silk ones and I figured they fit the slumber party theme, ‘cause you never go wrong with black. But to my disappointment, they were no where to be found; I must have lost them in the move. I did have a back up. It was in no way sexy or feminine, but it would have to do. Maybe I could perk it up a bit with some sexy lingerie? Or maybe no lingerie at all? Yes, that was what I was going to do! That ought to spice up my “Yummie Sushi” flannel pajamas.
I put together a little overnight bag and headed for the main house. I had been given instructions by Michael to use his private back entrance, since it was after hours and no one was supposed to be working except the chef. I had mixed emotions as I headed towards the house. I was looking forward to seeing and feeling Michael again, but I also knew it would be the last time for many, many months. He was really starting to grow on me, and I had a feeling I could go and fall in love with him. Right now, we were at the stage of getting to know each other and I loved it. Having butterflies in my stomach when he was around and even when he wasn’t. Just the mere thought of him gave me a dreamy look in my eyes, and I felt like I was on cloud nine. It was so much fun having a crush.
I found the entrance and knocked; four times slow and three times fast. For some reason, Michael thought the idea of having a secret knock would be fun; I just played a long. I had a feeling that the idea of sneaking around being all secretive was something he enjoyed. I had to admit to myself that it only added to the experience. The thought of getting caught in action was pretty exciting.
He came to the door, looking amazing as always with a big smile on his face. His smile was infectious, and I immediately caught it. He put his arms around me, nuzzled his face against my neck, and lifted me of the floor. I breathed in his scent; a mixture of his natural manly smell and the smell of powder. Not the most masculine smell in the world, but for Michael, it was just right. He didn’t need a fragrance to prove how much of a man he was.
He put me back down, took my hand and led me inside. At first I was a bit surprised, because there didn’t seem to be a bed. Instead there were two huge chesterfield looking armchairs in front of a white bricked fireplace. The walls were hidden by shelves stocked with everything from toys to music awards. You couldn’t really see much of the floor either as it was packed with what appeared to be moving boxes, and piles of clothes. But despite the clutter, it was a cozy room and the fire in the fireplace added warmth and a homey feeling to it.
“Wow, you have a lot of stuff!” “Yeah, I know. I tend to collect things and sometimes I guess it gets a bit out of control”. “Uhm, Michael…Are we supposed to sleep in the chairs?” “No off course not silly” he said and giggled, but then he looked around the room. “Oh, my bed is upstairs…It’s a two story bedroom….More privacy that way”. He showed me a spiral staircase partially hidden behind stacked boxes. “Come, I’ll show you”. Michael walked up the stairs and I followed, being thankful for the well-shaped view in front of me as I looked up.
The room upstairs was not as big as the downstairs. A king sized bed with a sparkly blue bedspread on top was the main piece of furniture. More toys and other stuff was piled on top of dressers and chairs. I thought to myself that it was only a matter of time before the clutter would take over the bed too. “How are you able to find anything Michael?” “It may look messy, but I know where everything is…. Well I do most of the time and I figure if there’s something I’m not looking for, it’s because I don’t need it”.
After a few minutes Michael went to the kitchen to ask the chef for snacks and I was left by myself in the upstairs bedroom. I knew it was rude to snoop around, but I couldn’t help it. I sat down on the bed and started going through some of the books on his night stand. It was a mixture of poetry and Disney stories. Next to the books I found a green bouncing ball and I had to try it out. I threw it lightly against the wall, but my attempt to catch it failed, and it rolled down my front, on to the floor, hit the dresser and rolled under the bed. I sighed and got down on my knees. It had rolled too far for me to reach, so I motioned to stand up. But then I caught a glimpse of a book tucked neatly away, hidden by the long bed spread. I picked it up.
“How To Please A Woman”. I covered my mouth in surprise. It looked like a self help kind of book. I noticed one of the corners of the pages was folded, so I took a look at what he had been reading last. I couldn’t help but laugh when I saw the name of the chapter: “Oral Sex”. Why would a grown man need a book on how to please women? Surely he wasn’t a virgin! Or was he? He surely pleased me in a very experienced way. My thoughts were interrupted when Michael called out for me from downstairs. I quickly put the book back to where I found it and ran down to him.
He was standing in front of the fireplace with a big bucket of KFC and a bag of marshmallows.
“I hope you like this stuff…I didn’t know what you liked, so I just picked my own favourites…Why are you looking at me like that?” I realised I had been staring at him with an investigative look, almost thinking I could read his mind and figure out if this sexy man in fact recently had been a virgin. “Oh sorry…No the snacks are fine....The chicken smells good!” He looked pleased with my answer. “Well, this is not a slumber party unless we are in our jammies. You can change in the bathroom”.
The bathroom was yet another impressive room. It was almost as big as my cottage. A big tub covered in black marble filled the corner. Windows covered almost all the walls; as I started undressing I was hoping no one was lurking around outside. I chose to abandon my plan of going commando, put on my pajamas and went to join Michael.
He had also changed clothes, and he looked so cute in his black solar system pajamas. I sat down in the chair next to him and he handed me a piece of chicken. His lips were already greasy, indicating that he hadn’t waited for me to come back before he dug in. I wanted so bad to jump on to his lap and lick them clean, but instead I settled in to my chair, figuring there would be enough time for that later.
Dusk turned to night and we had been sitting in front of the fire for several hours, talking and eating. He told me about his life and asked tons of questions about mine and the more we discovered about each other, the more we seemed to click. I really wanted to ask him about his love life and what women had been in his life, but I was afraid to. He had already told me about Diana Ross and how he had made up this entire relationship in his mind between the two of them, but that was it. I knew his former love life really wasn’t important, but I was a woman and women are curious. I decided that I wouldn’t ask him unless he asked me about mine.
The fire was slowly dying down, leaving the room with a magical glow. I felt it had been too long since I had touched Michael, so I got up and went to sit on his lap. He put his arm around my back and started caressing it. “I’m gonna miss you when you leave” I said and leaned my head against his shoulder. “I know…I’m gonna miss you too…But it’s nice to miss someone and to be missed. And you know I’ll be back”. “Yes, but still…eight months! Seems like forever”. “I promise to call you as often as I can, ‘kay?” “Ok…” I looked up at him and found his lips. The kiss started out tender, but as the words “eight months” kept roaming in my head, I started kissing him with more passion and my tongue went searching for his. I felt his reaction against my ass, so I pulled away. “Take me upstairs!”
I was lying on the bed spread on my back with Michael beside me, supporting his weight on his elbow. Our eyes were locked in a lustful stare as he slowly started unbuttoning my top with one hand. “Wow, one hand…Impressive” I said with a teasing smile. “Well, I do wear a lot of buttoned up shirts” he said, trying to look serious. He was halfway down now and my body started to get warmer and a tingling sensation was building between my legs. I was perfectly still as he undid the last button and I held my breath as he revealed my breasts. He tenderly kissed my already erect nipple and I breathed out in pleasure. His hand started trailing down my stomach and sent shivers down my spine.
With his mouth and tongue still massaging my breasts, his hand reached my pajama bottoms. He slowly slipped inside and continued downwards. I arched my back in anticipation, pushing my nipples even further into his wet kisses.
His hand found my most sensitive spot and my body jerked at the touch. He reached down with one finger, dipped it in my own juices and carefully started rubbing my clit. I shamelessly opened my legs, giving him better access. He once again went downwards, but this time he slid his finger inside of me. I let out a moan of pleasure as he started twirling his finger around, letting his thumb apply a light pressure to my spot. Another finger joined and he shifted direction, making in/out movements now. Man, he was doing good!
I longed to taste him so I took his hand out of my pants and gently pushed him onto his back. I quickly unbuttoned his shirt and took a lustful look at his chest. He was so fit and perfectly shaped. His skin was the colour of a creamy latté, and I had to let my tongue explore. His nipples went hard when I let my mouth run over them.
With my mouth occupied I placed my hand on his crotch. He was hard and groaned when I started moving my hand up and down his shaft through his pants. I started kissing my way down to his belly button and then looked up at him. He looked nervous and excited at the same time. I slowly started pulling his pants down, together with his boxers. His penis popped out and stood tall against his stomach. It was a sight for sore eyes. After completely removing his bottoms, I began kissing his thighs, being careful not to touch his member. I wanted him to squirm and beg! I got closer and closer and just when he thought I was about to put him in my mouth, I pulled away again. I could feel him getting impatient, so I decided to give him a little preview.
I slowly lowered my head down towards his throbbing erection while keeping my eyes on him. He was biting his lower lip and his eyes were begging for me to touch him. It was now right in front of me and I stuck out my tongue giving it a greedy lick from root to tip. I could taste his salty pre-cum and felt him tense beneath me. The tip of my tongue started playing with his head while my hands tickled his balls. He was holding on to the bed spread and clenching his jaws. I motioned to put him in my mouth and I could see him holding his breath with anticipation. But I wasn’t about to give in just yet, so I started licking up and down instead.
He heavily exhaled in yearning and just when he least expected it, I took him in as far as I could. He moaned out loud in surprise and grabbed me by the hair when I started moving my head up and down. He was a lot to take in! My tongue massaged his shaft while I provided gentle suction. The pre-cum was now oozing from him and I picked up the pace. I could feel his grip in my hair getting tighter and his breath picking up. His hips started moving against me and it almost became too much for me, and my jaws started to ache, but the feeling of him was just too good and I didn’t want to stop.
I started using my hand as assistance to give my mouth a break. I started stroking him faster. His moans were getting louder and I could feel him nearing his peak. “Stop, stop…I can’t hold it in much longer” he panted. He tried to remove my head, but I gently, but firmly, pushed his hand away. My strokes became even faster and I gently sucked on his tip. I could feel him tense up and I engulfed his penis just in time for his release. “Oh gooood!” he moaned. I kept sucking, milking him of his last drops, swallowing all he had.
I crawled of the bed and took my pants off and removed my shirt completely then crawled back and straddled him. I leaned down to kiss him and his hands roamed around my backside, letting his nails trail down my spine. I was longing for a release of my own, so I moved upwards, placing myself just inches from his face waiting for him to taste me. He didn’t let me wait long. He quickly buried his face between my legs, grabbing a hold of my ass with his hands. I placed my hands on the wall in front of me, enjoying the feel of him hungrily eating me up. His tongue went everywhere as fast as he could move it. My juices were flowing, running down his chin as he gently sucked on my clit.
With his mouth and tongue still massaging my breasts, his hand reached my pajama bottoms. He slowly slipped inside and continued downwards. I arched my back in anticipation, pushing my nipples even further into his wet kisses.
His hand found my most sensitive spot and my body jerked at the touch. He reached down with one finger, dipped it in my own juices and carefully started rubbing my clit. I shamelessly opened my legs, giving him better access. He once again went downwards, but this time he slid his finger inside of me. I let out a moan of pleasure as he started twirling his finger around, letting his thumb apply a light pressure to my spot. Another finger joined and he shifted direction, making in/out movements now. Man, he was doing good!
I longed to taste him so I took his hand out of my pants and gently pushed him onto his back. I quickly unbuttoned his shirt and took a lustful look at his chest. He was so fit and perfectly shaped. His skin was the colour of a creamy latté, and I had to let my tongue explore. His nipples went hard when I let my mouth run over them.
With my mouth occupied I placed my hand on his crotch. He was hard and groaned when I started moving my hand up and down his shaft through his pants. I started kissing my way down to his belly button and then looked up at him. He looked nervous and excited at the same time. I slowly started pulling his pants down, together with his boxers. His penis popped out and stood tall against his stomach. It was a sight for sore eyes. After completely removing his bottoms, I began kissing his thighs, being careful not to touch his member. I wanted him to squirm and beg! I got closer and closer and just when he thought I was about to put him in my mouth, I pulled away again. I could feel him getting impatient, so I decided to give him a little preview.
I slowly lowered my head down towards his throbbing erection while keeping my eyes on him. He was biting his lower lip and his eyes were begging for me to touch him. It was now right in front of me and I stuck out my tongue giving it a greedy lick from root to tip. I could taste his salty pre-cum and felt him tense beneath me. The tip of my tongue started playing with his head while my hands tickled his balls. He was holding on to the bed spread and clenching his jaws. I motioned to put him in my mouth and I could see him holding his breath with anticipation. But I wasn’t about to give in just yet, so I started licking up and down instead.
He heavily exhaled in yearning and just when he least expected it, I took him in as far as I could. He moaned out loud in surprise and grabbed me by the hair when I started moving my head up and down. He was a lot to take in! My tongue massaged his shaft while I provided gentle suction. The pre-cum was now oozing from him and I picked up the pace. I could feel his grip in my hair getting tighter and his breath picking up. His hips started moving against me and it almost became too much for me, and my jaws started to ache, but the feeling of him was just too good and I didn’t want to stop.
I started using my hand as assistance to give my mouth a break. I started stroking him faster. His moans were getting louder and I could feel him nearing his peak. “Stop, stop…I can’t hold it in much longer” he panted. He tried to remove my head, but I gently, but firmly, pushed his hand away. My strokes became even faster and I gently sucked on his tip. I could feel him tense up and I engulfed his penis just in time for his release. “Oh gooood!” he moaned. I kept sucking, milking him of his last drops, swallowing all he had.
I crawled of the bed and took my pants off and removed my shirt completely then crawled back and straddled him. I leaned down to kiss him and his hands roamed around my backside, letting his nails trail down my spine. I was longing for a release of my own, so I moved upwards, placing myself just inches from his face waiting for him to taste me. He didn’t let me wait long. He quickly buried his face between my legs, grabbing a hold of my ass with his hands. I placed my hands on the wall in front of me, enjoying the feel of him hungrily eating me up. His tongue went everywhere as fast as he could move it. My juices were flowing, running down his chin as he gently sucked on my clit.
I soon started feeling an orgasm building deep inside of me. My legs started trembling when Michael started tongue-fucking me. The orgasmic waves started rolling and I threw my head back in ecstasy. He could feel me getting close, so he took a strong hold of me. He pressed his mouth hard against my spot, letting his tongue roughly massage it. My body started convulsing as the waves hit me hard, and I came into his mouth.
In the meantime Michael had gotten hard again. He flipped me onto my back, gently pushed himself inside of me, and immediately started gyrating his hips. I had almost forgotten how big he was, and it caught me a bit by surprise, but my body quickly remembered. I put my legs around him and that seemed to drive him wild. He was hovering above me, thrusting even harder and his eyes were closed in deep concentration.
He pulled out, helping me to get down on all fours and he placed himself behind me. I could feel his penis caressing my wet entrance. I pushed back to meet him at the same time that he pushed forward. We both let out loud moans at the same time as our bodies met. He started slamming his pelvis against me, faster and faster. I had a hard time keeping my balance at his violent movements, so I put my hands back up against the wall, giving me better support. Michael bent over and reached for my breasts and started playing with my nipples. I could feel myself getting close again and, by the sound of his breathing, so was he.
He pulled himself all the way out and slowly pushed back in and continued to do so. It was almost too much to handle. “Michael…Please….Stop teasing!” I said under my breath. He did as requested and thrust his huge manhood deep inside of me, going faster than before. I felt the orgasm spilling over me and I threw my head back in pleasure. Michael gave one last thrust as he once again filled me with his juices. I could feel him trembling behind me and after emptying himself, he collapsed against my back.
After we had gotten ourselves together, we crawled under the covers. I felt great. My entire body was totally relaxed and my limbs were blissfully numb. I snuggled in close to Michael who had his arm around me. He kissed the top of my head and hugged me tight for a long time. “This was so great…Never tried nothing like the thing you did to me”. “Uh huh….It was….great…You were great”. I was struggling to keep my eyes open, because sex always made me extremely sleepy, and I was only partly paying attention to what he was saying. “Hey, are you sleeping?” When I didn’t respond he just smiled, kissed the top of my head again and closed his eyes.
Chapter Nine
I woke up the next day as the first rays of the sun tickled my nose. I stretched and inhaled a deep cleansing breath and turned over. I was hoping to see Michael, but his side of the bed was empty. I sat up and wiped the sleep from my eyes and looked around the semi-dark room. Noise was coming from downstairs, so I wrapped the sheet around me and went to take a look. The further down I got, I could hear the noise turning into singing. The sound beckoned me towards the bathroom, and as I opened the door I was met with a cloud of steam as I tip toed inside. I could see the contours of Michael’s lean body through the foggy glass that made out the shower.
“It’s not unusual to be loved by anyone….It’s not unusuAL to have fun with anyoooone, ouw! Da da da da da hanging around with anyone….It’s not unusuaaaal to se me cry, I wanna die”. I had to cover my mouth to prevent myself from laughing out loud. I took the sheet off and prepared to join him. I flung open the door with a quick movement.
“You really don’t like Tom Jones do you?” Michael jumped at the sudden noise and turned around and now I had to laugh. He was shampooing his hair and soap was streaming down his face. He was squeezing his eyes shut trying to keep the soap out. His arms were stretched out in front him as he blindly searched for a towel to wipe his face. I rather enjoyed the comicalimage of a stark naked Michael Jackson’s miserable attempt to locate a towel.
“A little help here!” he whined.I took pity and grabbed the terry cloth towel that was hanging to my right. I stepped up to him and wiped his eyes. “That’s the second time you tried to blind me. I can’t perform right if I can’t see the stage, you know?” “Well, that was kinda my plan…To keep you here”.
He smiled at me and gave me a sweet kiss. “Good morning by the way. Hope I didn’t wake you”. “No, don’t worry about that. Don’t mind waking up to a sight like this” I said and looked down his soapy body. White foam was slowly running down his hard torso, his crotch and muscular legs. I was immediately turned on.
“Do you mind if I get in there with you?” “Be my guest” he said and stepped aside so I could get under the shower, and while the water ran over me, he grabbed the soap and handed it to me. “Why don’t you help me?” I said seductively. He gave me a smirk and poured some soap into his palm and started massaging my shoulders in circular motions. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back, letting the water cascade over my face, and then looked back at Michael who was now heading for my chest. His eyes followed his every move and he watched as my nipples reacted to his touch. His hands roamed all over my slippery breasts and I could see he was starting to react as well.
His hands moved down my stomach and onto my back. They then slowly headed for my ass and he gave it a big squeeze and giggled. He kneeled down in front of me and started working on my legs, one at a time, starting at my feet. The further up he moved, the quicker my breath became, and when he was almost at the top of my thigh, I awaited his touch with anticipation. But to my disappointment, he moved over to my other leg to give it the same treatment. I could see him smiling to himself, so I guess he knew very well what he was doing to me. When he once again stopped right before he reached my neglected opening, the yearning for him was growing from deep inside of me.
Michael stood up and reached above me to grab the showerhead. “I’m just gonna rinse you off”. He once again started at my shoulders and worked his way down to my legs. The water teased me and the next thing he said made a warm wave rush through me. “Spread your legs”. I did as I was told and my yearning body jerked when the water hit my waiting crotch.
Michael found my mouth and parted my lips with his tongue and gave me deep lazy kisses all the while the water was banging against my clit. He turned the water pressure down, making the feel less violent. His other hand found my opening and he slipped a finger inside, then two. He moved them slowly in and out and I was becoming weak in the knees. I reached out and found his throbbing member and started stroking him. He became breathless at my touch and I could feel him growing inside my grip.
My entire body was raging with lust and my clit was becoming more and more swollen from the stimulation of the water. Our kiss became more wanting, and we had our tongues shoved deep down each others throats. Michael had started moving his hips into my strokes and I was feeling envious of my hand, which was now being fucked by his huge erection.
He pulled out, helping me to get down on all fours and he placed himself behind me. I could feel his penis caressing my wet entrance. I pushed back to meet him at the same time that he pushed forward. We both let out loud moans at the same time as our bodies met. He started slamming his pelvis against me, faster and faster. I had a hard time keeping my balance at his violent movements, so I put my hands back up against the wall, giving me better support. Michael bent over and reached for my breasts and started playing with my nipples. I could feel myself getting close again and, by the sound of his breathing, so was he.
He pulled himself all the way out and slowly pushed back in and continued to do so. It was almost too much to handle. “Michael…Please….Stop teasing!” I said under my breath. He did as requested and thrust his huge manhood deep inside of me, going faster than before. I felt the orgasm spilling over me and I threw my head back in pleasure. Michael gave one last thrust as he once again filled me with his juices. I could feel him trembling behind me and after emptying himself, he collapsed against my back.
After we had gotten ourselves together, we crawled under the covers. I felt great. My entire body was totally relaxed and my limbs were blissfully numb. I snuggled in close to Michael who had his arm around me. He kissed the top of my head and hugged me tight for a long time. “This was so great…Never tried nothing like the thing you did to me”. “Uh huh….It was….great…You were great”. I was struggling to keep my eyes open, because sex always made me extremely sleepy, and I was only partly paying attention to what he was saying. “Hey, are you sleeping?” When I didn’t respond he just smiled, kissed the top of my head again and closed his eyes.
Chapter Nine
I woke up the next day as the first rays of the sun tickled my nose. I stretched and inhaled a deep cleansing breath and turned over. I was hoping to see Michael, but his side of the bed was empty. I sat up and wiped the sleep from my eyes and looked around the semi-dark room. Noise was coming from downstairs, so I wrapped the sheet around me and went to take a look. The further down I got, I could hear the noise turning into singing. The sound beckoned me towards the bathroom, and as I opened the door I was met with a cloud of steam as I tip toed inside. I could see the contours of Michael’s lean body through the foggy glass that made out the shower.
“It’s not unusual to be loved by anyone….It’s not unusuAL to have fun with anyoooone, ouw! Da da da da da hanging around with anyone….It’s not unusuaaaal to se me cry, I wanna die”. I had to cover my mouth to prevent myself from laughing out loud. I took the sheet off and prepared to join him. I flung open the door with a quick movement.
“You really don’t like Tom Jones do you?” Michael jumped at the sudden noise and turned around and now I had to laugh. He was shampooing his hair and soap was streaming down his face. He was squeezing his eyes shut trying to keep the soap out. His arms were stretched out in front him as he blindly searched for a towel to wipe his face. I rather enjoyed the comicalimage of a stark naked Michael Jackson’s miserable attempt to locate a towel.
“A little help here!” he whined.I took pity and grabbed the terry cloth towel that was hanging to my right. I stepped up to him and wiped his eyes. “That’s the second time you tried to blind me. I can’t perform right if I can’t see the stage, you know?” “Well, that was kinda my plan…To keep you here”.
He smiled at me and gave me a sweet kiss. “Good morning by the way. Hope I didn’t wake you”. “No, don’t worry about that. Don’t mind waking up to a sight like this” I said and looked down his soapy body. White foam was slowly running down his hard torso, his crotch and muscular legs. I was immediately turned on.
“Do you mind if I get in there with you?” “Be my guest” he said and stepped aside so I could get under the shower, and while the water ran over me, he grabbed the soap and handed it to me. “Why don’t you help me?” I said seductively. He gave me a smirk and poured some soap into his palm and started massaging my shoulders in circular motions. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back, letting the water cascade over my face, and then looked back at Michael who was now heading for my chest. His eyes followed his every move and he watched as my nipples reacted to his touch. His hands roamed all over my slippery breasts and I could see he was starting to react as well.
His hands moved down my stomach and onto my back. They then slowly headed for my ass and he gave it a big squeeze and giggled. He kneeled down in front of me and started working on my legs, one at a time, starting at my feet. The further up he moved, the quicker my breath became, and when he was almost at the top of my thigh, I awaited his touch with anticipation. But to my disappointment, he moved over to my other leg to give it the same treatment. I could see him smiling to himself, so I guess he knew very well what he was doing to me. When he once again stopped right before he reached my neglected opening, the yearning for him was growing from deep inside of me.
Michael stood up and reached above me to grab the showerhead. “I’m just gonna rinse you off”. He once again started at my shoulders and worked his way down to my legs. The water teased me and the next thing he said made a warm wave rush through me. “Spread your legs”. I did as I was told and my yearning body jerked when the water hit my waiting crotch.
Michael found my mouth and parted my lips with his tongue and gave me deep lazy kisses all the while the water was banging against my clit. He turned the water pressure down, making the feel less violent. His other hand found my opening and he slipped a finger inside, then two. He moved them slowly in and out and I was becoming weak in the knees. I reached out and found his throbbing member and started stroking him. He became breathless at my touch and I could feel him growing inside my grip.
My entire body was raging with lust and my clit was becoming more and more swollen from the stimulation of the water. Our kiss became more wanting, and we had our tongues shoved deep down each others throats. Michael had started moving his hips into my strokes and I was feeling envious of my hand, which was now being fucked by his huge erection.
He was still moving his fingers painfully slowly in and out of me and I couldn’t control a whimper that escaped my lips. He seemed to react to that, because he took the showerhead and hung it back, removed his other hand from my burning loins, lifted me up and let me close my legs around his waist. His penis found my entrance with no problem at all and feeling him enter me was a huge relief that my body welcomed.
The water hit Michael directly in the face and he had a hard time breathing, so he moved to the glass door with me still straddling him and pushed my back against it. I reached my arms over my head and grabbed a hold of the top of the door, helping Michael to hold me up. He looked at me with a serious, lustful expression and then started hammering his pelvis against mine and I feared the glass was going to break. My breasts were jumping at the powerful thrusts, luring him and he took the bait. His mouth devoured my breast like a hungry beast, sucking my nipple to the roof of his mouth and then releasing it with a pop, tuning his attention to the other one. He kept it up while he continued to pound me hard.
“Mic-hael…har-der…fas-ter” I managed to get out breathlessly in between his powerful beats and to my amazement he was able to give it to me even faster and harder. My eyes rolled back in my head and I felt something stirring inside of me as my walls started to close in on him. He responded to the feel by throwing his head back and letting out a high pitched moan. The noises he made drove me crazy! The orgasmic waves started surging trough me and ended in my pulsating vagina, driving me over the edge. Michael gave all he had and picked up the pace before releasing himself, pouring his juices in to me.
He was breathing heavily, resting his head against my shoulder. I took my arms down and wrapped them around his neck and carefully released my legs from his waist. They were a bit shaky and I could feel his cum oozing down my thigh. “Mmmm….That was sooo good Michael. You sure know how to please a woman” I whispered into his ear. “And you’re so big!” That comment made him raise his head and look at me with a shy smile on his face. “I’m big huh? Oh… I never thought about that before…. I’m big huh?” He repeated with a proud look on his face. “You sure are… Surely I’m not the first woman who’ve told you that after sex, right?” I tried, but his facial expression changed and he looked hesitant. “What…nooo…I’m mean…I’ve had tons of sex….with women. TONS!... Well, a lot!” He attempted to sound convincing and put an emphasis on the word “tons”. “Well, not THAT much sex, but you know, the normal amount for a guy my age… And yes, I’ve definitely heard that before…definitely!” It was so obvious that he was lying or at least exaggerating a whole lot, but I decided not to dig any deeper right now. If he wanted to tell me the truth some day, I would listen and understand. If not, well, that really didn’t matter, because he was a great guy; virgin or no virgin! “Ok then, Mr. Stud who’s had tons of sex…Let’s finish up here, ‘cause I’m starting to prune”.
“A car is coming to pick me up in 5 minutes. You stay here until I’m gone and then you sneak out the same way you came in, ‘kay?” “Ok” I said with a deep sigh. I hated that he was going away. We were just getting to know each other, and now he had to leave! I hoped there would be a lot of work to be done while he was away so I could just bury myself in stuff to do. Besides, I had Janice if I got too lonely, but she couldn’t give me what Michael gave me. We had gotten dressed after finishing our shower and I was now standing on the floor in the downstairs bedroom looking at him packing a few things, holding back the urge to tie him up and keep him from going anywhere.
“Mic-hael…har-der…fas-ter” I managed to get out breathlessly in between his powerful beats and to my amazement he was able to give it to me even faster and harder. My eyes rolled back in my head and I felt something stirring inside of me as my walls started to close in on him. He responded to the feel by throwing his head back and letting out a high pitched moan. The noises he made drove me crazy! The orgasmic waves started surging trough me and ended in my pulsating vagina, driving me over the edge. Michael gave all he had and picked up the pace before releasing himself, pouring his juices in to me.
He was breathing heavily, resting his head against my shoulder. I took my arms down and wrapped them around his neck and carefully released my legs from his waist. They were a bit shaky and I could feel his cum oozing down my thigh. “Mmmm….That was sooo good Michael. You sure know how to please a woman” I whispered into his ear. “And you’re so big!” That comment made him raise his head and look at me with a shy smile on his face. “I’m big huh? Oh… I never thought about that before…. I’m big huh?” He repeated with a proud look on his face. “You sure are… Surely I’m not the first woman who’ve told you that after sex, right?” I tried, but his facial expression changed and he looked hesitant. “What…nooo…I’m mean…I’ve had tons of sex….with women. TONS!... Well, a lot!” He attempted to sound convincing and put an emphasis on the word “tons”. “Well, not THAT much sex, but you know, the normal amount for a guy my age… And yes, I’ve definitely heard that before…definitely!” It was so obvious that he was lying or at least exaggerating a whole lot, but I decided not to dig any deeper right now. If he wanted to tell me the truth some day, I would listen and understand. If not, well, that really didn’t matter, because he was a great guy; virgin or no virgin! “Ok then, Mr. Stud who’s had tons of sex…Let’s finish up here, ‘cause I’m starting to prune”.
“A car is coming to pick me up in 5 minutes. You stay here until I’m gone and then you sneak out the same way you came in, ‘kay?” “Ok” I said with a deep sigh. I hated that he was going away. We were just getting to know each other, and now he had to leave! I hoped there would be a lot of work to be done while he was away so I could just bury myself in stuff to do. Besides, I had Janice if I got too lonely, but she couldn’t give me what Michael gave me. We had gotten dressed after finishing our shower and I was now standing on the floor in the downstairs bedroom looking at him packing a few things, holding back the urge to tie him up and keep him from going anywhere.
I heard a car honking and I knew it was time. I tried not to look too sad, but it was hard. He came over and gave me a big tight hug. “Don’t worry, I’ll be back before you know it. And I’ll call as often as I can”. “Promise?” He pulled away and held me at arms length, looking deep into my eyes. “Scouts honor…Cross my heart and hope to die”. “Ok, then… Have fun out there and be careful”. He pulled me back in for a quick kiss and then he turned around and left, but before he walked out of the room he turned around. “I’m gonna miss you from the moon and back”.
I stood at the window, watching him get into the car, with a heavy heart. Right before he got in, he looked up at me and gave me a blink and a smile that was probably unnoticeable to anyone else. He still wasn’t able to control his eye movement and I had to laugh. I could still see him through the open window as the car drove away. I sighed, took my bag and headed home to get ready for work.
Chapter ten
The days, weeks and months went by agonisingly slow. I tried to keep myself busy as much as I could, but there was only so much work that needed to be done. With the boss being out of town, not much was going on at the ranch. At least I had gotten to know a lot of my co-workers, but my mind was always somewhere else. Normally that place was Michael’s bedroom… It must have been showing on my face, because another maid asked me if I was in love or something, as I was always walking around with a grin on my face and a dreamy look in my eyes. I usually did this during the day because his house reminded me of the things we had done there. At night time in my own place, I mostly felt lonely.
Michael called me almost every week. Due to the time difference, it wasn’t easy to keep in touch by phone as much as we would have liked. He sent me tons of “Wish you were here” postcards; I got one from each city he performed in. My refrigerator was starting to look like a map of the world. He never signed them with his whole name; just M. It was always short messages, but they were very sweet stuff like “I miss you”, “Can’t wait to see you”, “Can’t sleep without you”, and “I miss your touch.” God only knows, I sure missed his touch as well.
Summer turned to winter and his return date was coming closer and closer as was my birthday. I had made plans with Janice to go out for dinner and a movie and to just keep it low key. We chose to eat at Planet Hollywood, and to my pleasant surprise, a few items of Michael memorabilia decorated the walls. Janice wanted to know everything about my new work place and my employer, but I was only able to speak in loose terms becase we all had to sign confidentiality agreements. She knew who he was, but she didn’t know I was doing him; I wanted to tell her and share like girls do. Luckily, she took my blushing at the mention of his name, as the normal adoration from females when it comes to him. I don’t think she suspected anything.
After spending a few hours in the company of Tom Cruise in the movie Cocktail, I headed home. I hadn’t heard from Michael yet, and I was a bit disappointed. I figured he was busy, and I couldn’t blame him.
I opened the door with a sigh as I looked around the dark living room. I threw my purse on the couch and went to the bathroom to wash my face and get ready for bed. I pulled my hair back with a scrunchie and turned on the water, looked at myself in the mirror while waiting for the water to warm up. “Happy birthday to me”….
A knock on the door woke me from my self pity about having to go without Michael on my birthday. When I opened the door, I was greeted by the biggest bouquet of long-stemmed red roses I had ever seen in my life. “Compliments of Mr. Jackson” a male voice said somewhere behind the flowers. I freed the man from the heavy load and placed them on my coffee table. “Miss, this is also for you”. I turned around and the guy handed me an envelope which I accepted. I wondered what was inside it as the man politely nodded a goodbye and left.
I sat down on the couch and took another look at the roses in front of me. They were so beautiful! The envelope was burning in my hand, so I ripped it open with childlike enthusiasm. Inside I found a Peter Pan birthday card with Michael’s scrawly handwriting on it; I had come to love his handwriting.
“Hey girl.
Happy birthday! I hope you had a great day with your cousin. I wish I could be there and celebrate with you…But!… I’m coming back soon and I can’t wait to see you.
I hope you like the flowers and my little extra surprise.
Love Michael”
Chapter ten
The days, weeks and months went by agonisingly slow. I tried to keep myself busy as much as I could, but there was only so much work that needed to be done. With the boss being out of town, not much was going on at the ranch. At least I had gotten to know a lot of my co-workers, but my mind was always somewhere else. Normally that place was Michael’s bedroom… It must have been showing on my face, because another maid asked me if I was in love or something, as I was always walking around with a grin on my face and a dreamy look in my eyes. I usually did this during the day because his house reminded me of the things we had done there. At night time in my own place, I mostly felt lonely.
Michael called me almost every week. Due to the time difference, it wasn’t easy to keep in touch by phone as much as we would have liked. He sent me tons of “Wish you were here” postcards; I got one from each city he performed in. My refrigerator was starting to look like a map of the world. He never signed them with his whole name; just M. It was always short messages, but they were very sweet stuff like “I miss you”, “Can’t wait to see you”, “Can’t sleep without you”, and “I miss your touch.” God only knows, I sure missed his touch as well.
Summer turned to winter and his return date was coming closer and closer as was my birthday. I had made plans with Janice to go out for dinner and a movie and to just keep it low key. We chose to eat at Planet Hollywood, and to my pleasant surprise, a few items of Michael memorabilia decorated the walls. Janice wanted to know everything about my new work place and my employer, but I was only able to speak in loose terms becase we all had to sign confidentiality agreements. She knew who he was, but she didn’t know I was doing him; I wanted to tell her and share like girls do. Luckily, she took my blushing at the mention of his name, as the normal adoration from females when it comes to him. I don’t think she suspected anything.
After spending a few hours in the company of Tom Cruise in the movie Cocktail, I headed home. I hadn’t heard from Michael yet, and I was a bit disappointed. I figured he was busy, and I couldn’t blame him.
I opened the door with a sigh as I looked around the dark living room. I threw my purse on the couch and went to the bathroom to wash my face and get ready for bed. I pulled my hair back with a scrunchie and turned on the water, looked at myself in the mirror while waiting for the water to warm up. “Happy birthday to me”….
A knock on the door woke me from my self pity about having to go without Michael on my birthday. When I opened the door, I was greeted by the biggest bouquet of long-stemmed red roses I had ever seen in my life. “Compliments of Mr. Jackson” a male voice said somewhere behind the flowers. I freed the man from the heavy load and placed them on my coffee table. “Miss, this is also for you”. I turned around and the guy handed me an envelope which I accepted. I wondered what was inside it as the man politely nodded a goodbye and left.
I sat down on the couch and took another look at the roses in front of me. They were so beautiful! The envelope was burning in my hand, so I ripped it open with childlike enthusiasm. Inside I found a Peter Pan birthday card with Michael’s scrawly handwriting on it; I had come to love his handwriting.
“Hey girl.
Happy birthday! I hope you had a great day with your cousin. I wish I could be there and celebrate with you…But!… I’m coming back soon and I can’t wait to see you.
I hope you like the flowers and my little extra surprise.
Love Michael”
I took another look inside the envelope and I was thrilled to see what the extra surprise was: a ticket to his concert at the Memorial Sports Arena in Los Angeles in two days and a backstage pass. This was a great present! The butterflies in my stomach had already begun fluttering around with the thought of seeing him again. I had only seen Michael in concert in 1984 when he did the Victory Tour with his brothers, and that was on TV. I had a feeling that seeing him live in person would be an out-of-this-world experience.
I returned to the bathroom to finish getting ready for bed. I looked at the reflexion in the mirror and the excitement was written all over my face. “Happy birthday to me.”
Chapter eleven
The day of the concert had arrived and I was excited as hell. I was going to see Michael at his best and later on, Michael at his biggest. I had missed him like crazy for what felt like an eternity. The few days we had spent together before he left, seemed like a distant memory. When I thought about it, things had moved very fast between us considering the circumstances. I would have imagined that a guy in his position was on guard all the time and never did anything in the spur of the moment. I didn’t know where things were going, and I didn’t really care. I was just enjoying the fuzzy feeling inside when I thought about him, walking around blushing when something he had said popped up in my head. The pounding in my chest started the morning of the concert in anticipation of what was to come. I was nervous and excited at the same time, and I loved it.
When the car pulled up to my house, I got my first surprise; it was a stretch limo! I had never ridden in one of those before, and I suddenly felt a bit underdressed. From previous experiences, I had learnt that high heels, dresses and concerts didn’t go together. So, I wore my black Converse, tight black jeans with a low waist (high waist pants were very much in at that time, but I felt constipated when I wore them), a white turtleneck and a black blazer. I thought I looked ok. Not the look I had hoped for when I saw Michael again, but I didn’t expect to be in my clothes for that long anyway.
There was a lot of traffic on the way to the arena and I had a hard time sitting still. It seemed like everyone was going to the concert! I gulped down another glass of complimentary champagne and tried to keep myself from jumping out of the car and killing the other drivers in my quest to get there as fast as possible. I looked down at the birthday present I had bought for Michael. I hoped he would like it. It was a bit hard to buy a present for a guy you had known only for such a short period of time, but I guess you could not go wrong with buying him a shirt. So that’s what I did; I bought a green silk shirt. I checked my purse to make sure I had remembered my camera; I had. Then I found some lip gloss and put some on.
Jees! How slow are people allowed to drive in this damn town!
Everything around me was hectic as I stepped out of the car at the back entrance of the arena. People in headsets were running around like headless chickens and I had no idea what to do with myself. I could hear the audience chanting “Michael, Michael, Michael…” I looked up at the huge arena and felt quite overwhelmed. Suddenly someone grabbed my elbow. “Miss, will you come with me please?” “Well I don…I have this,” I explained while I rummaged through my purse for the backstage pass, thinking the man thought I had sneaked in. “Don’t worry Miss. I know who you are. Come with me please. He’s almost ready to start”. I nodded and followed the older, casually dressed man, who wore the type of hat you use when you go fishing. He practically pulled me through the mass of people and I almost had to run to keep up.
I returned to the bathroom to finish getting ready for bed. I looked at the reflexion in the mirror and the excitement was written all over my face. “Happy birthday to me.”
Chapter eleven
The day of the concert had arrived and I was excited as hell. I was going to see Michael at his best and later on, Michael at his biggest. I had missed him like crazy for what felt like an eternity. The few days we had spent together before he left, seemed like a distant memory. When I thought about it, things had moved very fast between us considering the circumstances. I would have imagined that a guy in his position was on guard all the time and never did anything in the spur of the moment. I didn’t know where things were going, and I didn’t really care. I was just enjoying the fuzzy feeling inside when I thought about him, walking around blushing when something he had said popped up in my head. The pounding in my chest started the morning of the concert in anticipation of what was to come. I was nervous and excited at the same time, and I loved it.
When the car pulled up to my house, I got my first surprise; it was a stretch limo! I had never ridden in one of those before, and I suddenly felt a bit underdressed. From previous experiences, I had learnt that high heels, dresses and concerts didn’t go together. So, I wore my black Converse, tight black jeans with a low waist (high waist pants were very much in at that time, but I felt constipated when I wore them), a white turtleneck and a black blazer. I thought I looked ok. Not the look I had hoped for when I saw Michael again, but I didn’t expect to be in my clothes for that long anyway.
There was a lot of traffic on the way to the arena and I had a hard time sitting still. It seemed like everyone was going to the concert! I gulped down another glass of complimentary champagne and tried to keep myself from jumping out of the car and killing the other drivers in my quest to get there as fast as possible. I looked down at the birthday present I had bought for Michael. I hoped he would like it. It was a bit hard to buy a present for a guy you had known only for such a short period of time, but I guess you could not go wrong with buying him a shirt. So that’s what I did; I bought a green silk shirt. I checked my purse to make sure I had remembered my camera; I had. Then I found some lip gloss and put some on.
Jees! How slow are people allowed to drive in this damn town!
Everything around me was hectic as I stepped out of the car at the back entrance of the arena. People in headsets were running around like headless chickens and I had no idea what to do with myself. I could hear the audience chanting “Michael, Michael, Michael…” I looked up at the huge arena and felt quite overwhelmed. Suddenly someone grabbed my elbow. “Miss, will you come with me please?” “Well I don…I have this,” I explained while I rummaged through my purse for the backstage pass, thinking the man thought I had sneaked in. “Don’t worry Miss. I know who you are. Come with me please. He’s almost ready to start”. I nodded and followed the older, casually dressed man, who wore the type of hat you use when you go fishing. He practically pulled me through the mass of people and I almost had to run to keep up.
“I’m Bill, by the way. I take care of Michael. Are you excited about the concert?” He asked without turning around. “Yes…Yes, very much. Nice to meet you, Sir”. No response came in return as we made our way inside. The roar from the crowd became more intense as he led me towards some stairs. “If you just go up these stairs and to the right. That will put you on the side of the stage. If there’s any trouble, just tell them to call Bill. Have a great show Miss”. And with that he left and I made my way up the stairs.
The further up I got, the more I could feel the audience. The chanting had turned to screaming, meaning something was about to happen. I picked up the pace and ran the rest of the way. I ran down a small dark corridor and turned right and the sight that met me was breathtaking; thousands and thousands of people had filled the arena. Some were crying, others screaming and the rest looked ecstatic. Suddenly the stage lit up and a thunderous sound emerged from the speakers. Smoke filled the air and my heart jumped! There he was! The crowd went insane and for several minutes that was all I could hear. Michael stood absolutely still, almost stoic, and seemed to be feeling the moment. He was flanked by four ridiculously dressed dancers, making him the hottest one up there. Then, by the throw of his arm, the concert took of!
Michael took me and the audience on an emotional trip that was felt deep down inside. The bass pounded and I could physically feel it as it played with the little hairs on my arms and on the back of my neck. I felt like my body was sizzling with each beat. Michael’s voice melted each and every one of us in the most passionate way. He made us feel like he was singing to us personally. And he looked damn good doing it!
Michael took me and the audience on an emotional trip that was felt deep down inside. The bass pounded and I could physically feel it as it played with the little hairs on my arms and on the back of my neck. I felt like my body was sizzling with each beat. Michael’s voice melted each and every one of us in the most passionate way. He made us feel like he was singing to us personally. And he looked damn good doing it!
The black buckled pants hugged his sexy tight ass and the silver shirt brought out all his curves, not that he had many, but he had all the right ones. The outfit left a lot for the imagination, but I had the privilege of not having to imagine. My memory of what Michael kept locked away behind the buckles was pretty vivid and had kept me warm on many lonely nights. Thankfully those nights were over soon, if only for a short time because he was going away again for the very last part of the tour.
I had a hard time keeping a level head through the concert. The way Michael was moving his hips, his feet, his entire body, took my breath away. He was oozing sex and I felt myself getting more and more turned on. How could I not be? I didn’t know if he knew I was there, because he seemed very much lost in his performance, but then he looked at me! It was during Human Nature and just for a second his eyes met mine while he sang the line “see that girl, she knows I’m watching. She likes the way I stare”. He was pointing at the girls in the audience but shot me a quick glance; a glance that spoke one thing: Wanting!
I had a hard time keeping a level head through the concert. The way Michael was moving his hips, his feet, his entire body, took my breath away. He was oozing sex and I felt myself getting more and more turned on. How could I not be? I didn’t know if he knew I was there, because he seemed very much lost in his performance, but then he looked at me! It was during Human Nature and just for a second his eyes met mine while he sang the line “see that girl, she knows I’m watching. She likes the way I stare”. He was pointing at the girls in the audience but shot me a quick glance; a glance that spoke one thing: Wanting!
As much as I loved the performance, I also longed for it to be over so I could get that gorgeous man all to myself. But despite that, the show was beyond anything I had ever had experienced. I was taken back to me early childhood with the J5 medley, felt the unity of “Another Part Of Me”, sensed the sadness of “She’s Out Of My Life” (although shortly interrupted by surging jealousy when he brought a girl up on stage), travelled down memory lane with “Beat It”, “Thriller” and “Billie Jean” and felt the need to change my life during “Man In The Mirror”. I was jumping and dancing for two hours straight, but it was my mind that felt exhausted when he sang the last stanza and waved goodbye to the audience. All the feelings that had gone through me during this once-in-a-lifetime experience had taken its toll on me. But right before Michael disappeared to the other side of the stage, he turned around and gave me a big smile and suddenly my entire body perked up, including two very sensitive parts of my upper body. Thank God I was wearing my blazer!
After a few minutes I began to feel quite lost and didn’t really know where to go. I expected I would be invited to Michael’s dressing room, but no one came for me. I looked around for Bill and almost bumped into him as he was suddenly behind me. “Hello again. Would you come with me please?” “Uhm, sure… Where’s Michael?” “He left a few minutes ago”. “Left? But I thought I was…” I felt really disappointed but Bill didn’t seem to notice. He just dragged me along in a quick pace, just like before. “Your limo is parked right over there, Miss”. He pointed to the left, nodded and then walked away. I hurried over to the car, wanting to get to Neverland as fast as possible, to be with Michael.
If I thought getting to the arena took a long time, leaving took even longer. The streets were filled with fans and honking cars and we were hardly able to move. After about half an hour we were able to clear the crowds and get a move on. Finally! The driver drove another way than he did on the way here, but I figured it was due to the massive crowd of people still gathered outside the venue, so I just sat back and got comfortable. Not too soon after, I felt the car stop. I rolled down the window and my eyes read “The Four Seasons”. “Excuse me, Sir! I don’t live here! I think there’s been a mistake”. The driver turned around and smiled. “I was instructed to take you here, Miss. And they told me to give you this”. He handed me a piece of paper:
“Hey you! I’m waiting upstairs… Just ask for John James Smith”
Chapter twelve, Part one
“Uhm, John James Smith?” I said nervously to the concierge. The strict looking woman took a quick glance at me and then called for a bellboy. “Please escort Mrs…Smith?” I didn’t know what to answer, so I just smiled and she took it as a confirmation and continued…”To the top floor”. The young man nodded and led me towards the elevator. As we got in I took a deep breath of excitement and watched as he pushed the button marked “PT”.
When the bing sounded, telling me the elevator ride was over, my heart was racing a mile a minute. “Here you go Mrs. Smith. Have a pleasant evening”. The bellboy nodded goodbye and the doors closed behind me. I took a minute to compose myself before I knocked on the door. I could hear his voice as he called out. “Who is it?” “Michael, it’s me”, “Oh good…Come on in”.
My hand was shaking as I turned the doorknob and made my way inside the beautiful penthouse suite. I guessed the living room used to be nice and tidy, but it was obvious Michael was occupying it as shirts, shoes and belts were casually thrown about. “Just make yourself comfortable. I’ll be out in a sec, ‘kay?” he called from the next room. I sat down on the huge beige couch and put the present down beside me. I closed my eyes and swallowed hard. I couldn’t believe he was just in the next room and in a matter of minutes he would be sitting right next to me. I had been looking so much forward to seeing him again, but now that the time was approaching, my nerves were killing me.
When I opened my eyes again, I found Michael looking at me with the sweetest smile on his face. He was leaning against the doorway of the bedroom, drying his hair with a towel. “Hey, are you sleeping?” “What? No… I was just…blinking…. for a very long time” That sounded completely idiotic in my head and I scolded myself silently. “Hm, I see… So, did you enjoy the show?” he asked, looking nervous. “It was the most amazing concert I’ve ever been to! I mean, you sounded absolutely divine and your dancing!!!…. I was mesmerized from beginning to end. It was really great, Michael.” His face was beaming as I told him how I felt about his efforts and I immediately melted. Oh how I had missed that smile. It could brighten up even the darkest day and turn on the most frigid woman.
After a few minutes I began to feel quite lost and didn’t really know where to go. I expected I would be invited to Michael’s dressing room, but no one came for me. I looked around for Bill and almost bumped into him as he was suddenly behind me. “Hello again. Would you come with me please?” “Uhm, sure… Where’s Michael?” “He left a few minutes ago”. “Left? But I thought I was…” I felt really disappointed but Bill didn’t seem to notice. He just dragged me along in a quick pace, just like before. “Your limo is parked right over there, Miss”. He pointed to the left, nodded and then walked away. I hurried over to the car, wanting to get to Neverland as fast as possible, to be with Michael.
If I thought getting to the arena took a long time, leaving took even longer. The streets were filled with fans and honking cars and we were hardly able to move. After about half an hour we were able to clear the crowds and get a move on. Finally! The driver drove another way than he did on the way here, but I figured it was due to the massive crowd of people still gathered outside the venue, so I just sat back and got comfortable. Not too soon after, I felt the car stop. I rolled down the window and my eyes read “The Four Seasons”. “Excuse me, Sir! I don’t live here! I think there’s been a mistake”. The driver turned around and smiled. “I was instructed to take you here, Miss. And they told me to give you this”. He handed me a piece of paper:
“Hey you! I’m waiting upstairs… Just ask for John James Smith”
Chapter twelve, Part one
“Uhm, John James Smith?” I said nervously to the concierge. The strict looking woman took a quick glance at me and then called for a bellboy. “Please escort Mrs…Smith?” I didn’t know what to answer, so I just smiled and she took it as a confirmation and continued…”To the top floor”. The young man nodded and led me towards the elevator. As we got in I took a deep breath of excitement and watched as he pushed the button marked “PT”.
When the bing sounded, telling me the elevator ride was over, my heart was racing a mile a minute. “Here you go Mrs. Smith. Have a pleasant evening”. The bellboy nodded goodbye and the doors closed behind me. I took a minute to compose myself before I knocked on the door. I could hear his voice as he called out. “Who is it?” “Michael, it’s me”, “Oh good…Come on in”.
My hand was shaking as I turned the doorknob and made my way inside the beautiful penthouse suite. I guessed the living room used to be nice and tidy, but it was obvious Michael was occupying it as shirts, shoes and belts were casually thrown about. “Just make yourself comfortable. I’ll be out in a sec, ‘kay?” he called from the next room. I sat down on the huge beige couch and put the present down beside me. I closed my eyes and swallowed hard. I couldn’t believe he was just in the next room and in a matter of minutes he would be sitting right next to me. I had been looking so much forward to seeing him again, but now that the time was approaching, my nerves were killing me.
When I opened my eyes again, I found Michael looking at me with the sweetest smile on his face. He was leaning against the doorway of the bedroom, drying his hair with a towel. “Hey, are you sleeping?” “What? No… I was just…blinking…. for a very long time” That sounded completely idiotic in my head and I scolded myself silently. “Hm, I see… So, did you enjoy the show?” he asked, looking nervous. “It was the most amazing concert I’ve ever been to! I mean, you sounded absolutely divine and your dancing!!!…. I was mesmerized from beginning to end. It was really great, Michael.” His face was beaming as I told him how I felt about his efforts and I immediately melted. Oh how I had missed that smile. It could brighten up even the darkest day and turn on the most frigid woman.
“So, what’cha got there?” he said and looked at the package beside me. I picked it up and put it in my lap. “Oh this… It’s just a…Well, it’s nothing much. Just a birthday present for you.” “For me? You shouldn’t have”. He threw the towel on the floor and walked over to sit besides me. I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach when he sat down. I really wanted to give him a hug, but I felt like a total spazz, not knowing what to do. He actually looked nervous, too as he was eyeing the present like a little boy wanting to get his hands in the cookie jar. “Here… It’s ok if you don’t like it… I mean, it’s not like it’s anything special.” I handed it to him and I could tell he had to restrain himself from not ripping it from my hands and tearing it open. “Hey, don’t worry… I’m sure I’ll love it. Besides, it’s the thought that counts.” I smiled at him and he took it as an ok to unwrap the surprise.
“Oh, I love it! Is it silk?” I nodded and looked at him with excitement while he was holding the shirt up in front of him. “I’m gonna go try it on, right now.” He ran to the bedroom and I fell back against the couch, pleased that he seemed to like it. I was beginning to feel more relaxed now, but I still had no idea weather it was ok to “make a move.” I was being a real girl about it and decided to wait for him to take the initiative.
“So… How do I look?” He put his arms out and twirled. “You look… Sexy.” I could feel myself blushing and I felt stupid. We had already slept together several times and I was blushing for stating the obvious? He began to slowly walk towards me with a sheepish smile on his face. He reached for my hands and pulled me up. We were standing real close and I could feel his warm breath against my face and smell his familiar scent. His big brown eyes hypnotized me and my heart once again decided to run a marathon. “I love the shirt… And I love seeing you again. Thank you!” he said with in a serious tone of voice. “I really meant those postcards I sent you… You know, wishing you were here…with me. And now you’re right here and I’m all nervous and stuff and all I…” I couldn’t contain myself any longer and cut him off with a kiss that I hoped would show him how much I had missed him as well. And I could tell he wanted to show me the same thing. The kiss was passionate, filled with burning desire and when we finally had to come up for air, we were both breathing hard.
“I know. I missed you too and now I feel like I’m seeing you for the first time and I have no idea how to act. I guess I’ve been building up some pretty high expectations for this moment and maybe that was a mistake. I mean, it’s you and me… We’re way past being nervous and awkward.” He leaned in and gently kissed my rambling to an end. “You’re right, we shouldn’t be nervous. Let’s be excited instead. Hey, you want a drink or something?” “Sure, I’ll just have whatever you’re having.” “I’m having orange juice. I’m not really a big drinker.” “Then I would like an orange juice on the rocks, please.” He smiled and went into the kitchen to fetch the drinks and I went to look out the window.
He didn’t mind me kissing him, so I began to feel more emboldened, and my body was indeed begging me to be. I was losing myself in the beautiful lights of L.A, thinking how lucky I was at this very moment. I had just experienced the show of a lifetime and now I was in this beautiful penthouse suite with a wonderful, sweet and sexy man. It hit me once again that the man was Michael Jackson! I covered my mouth and laughed quietly in delight. I was so thrilled about the whole situation, and I was beginning to feel like he took forever getting the drinks.
“Wath’cha looking at?” Michael’s soft voice sounded behind me so I turned around, still with a smile on my face. “Oh, nothing. I was just thinking about something.” “About what?” He asked as he handed me my glass and positioned himself next to me, placing his hands on the window sill. “You…” “Aw, really?” I slowly scooted myself in between his arm, facing him. “Yeah, really…It just occurred to me where I was and who I was with, you know, and that made me smile. I have been waiting for this moment for a long time, missing you for a long time. And now, here we are. I’m so glad. You know what I have missed the most?” I leaned in really close to him, our mouths only inches apart. He shook his head lightly.
“I missed…Your hair.” I reached my hand up and ran I through his damp, soft ebony curls, holding his eyes locked in mine. “And I missed these little cute baby hairs you have right here.” He smiled shyly as I gently caressed the little area between his eyebrow and hairline. I let my finger trace the side of his face. “I love your strong jaw line… and one thing I’ve really missed…” I said in a seductive tone. “Are these two.” I started out kissing his top lip and then slowly moved down to the bottom one, gently sucking it in between my teeth.
Michael was standing completely still and when I pulled my head away, I could see his eyes were closed. He stayed that way for a few seconds, then he looked at me and swallowed hard. He began to speak but I hushed him with a light kiss. “Oh, I’m not done yet,” I said and winked at him. He bit his lip and had a look of anticipation in his eyes.
“I’ve missed your neck…. So strong and powerful” I began kissing my way down, stopping at my favourite place. “I love this sexy vein you have right here,” I whispered and let my tongue tickle it. I kissed down even further. “And let’s not forget this place.” I stopped at the little hollow at the base of his neck, placing a big wet kiss in the middle of it. I looked back up at Michael, who was following my every move. “Wanna know what else I missed?” He didn’t say anything, just nodded once again. I gave him a soft kiss on the lips and then continued.
I slowly started unbuttoning the green silk shirt and for each button undone, I planted kisses on his mouth, which he happily welcomed. Once I finished, I slid the shirt from his broad shoulders, leaving him in his white t-shirt. “Rip it!” I commanded. “What?” “Rip it, like you do in the show…Please!! I swear, when you did that, I almost fainted.” He started laughing. “I can’t rip my shirt here. Are you crazy?” “I will be in a while if you don’t rip it.” “You’re making me all embarrassed.” “I don’t care… Now be quiet and rip the damn shirt” I said in a low voice. “Ok…Ok… But don’t look!” “I won’t Michael… I promise” I said playfully and covered my eyes with my hands, obviously peeking through my fingers. He noticed and rolled his eyes at me, but he couldn’t help but smile. “Oh, and you have to do that pouting thing with your lips.” “You’ve got to be kidding me!” I removed the hands from my face, trying not to laugh. “Is this the face of someone who’s kidding?” “Yes!” “I promise it will be worth your while if you do as I say.” He looked hesitant, but tempted. “Hm, well ok… But DON’T look, swear?” “Pinky swear.” He shook his head and moved his hands towards the neckline of his t-shirt. “No peeking!”
He closed his eyes trying to get in the mood and I was eating up his every move. My knees just about buckled when his lips pouted and the rip sounded, revealing his chiseled, latté coloured chest. I let my hands drop and stared at the vision standing in front of me. Michael was blushing like I had never seen him blush before. “You should undress like that everyday… Wow!” “Stop it! God, I’m so embarrassed.” I took his hands and pulled him towards me. “I just noticed something else I missed.” I let both my hands move up his arms to his shoulders and down towards his chest. “I’ve really missed your sexy, tiny nipples.” I gave them both a squeeze and Michael flinched, so I quickly bent down and started running my tongue over them, giving each one an equal amount of attention. They tasted just as sweet as I remembered, and I let Michael know. He let out a slight moan when I flicked his nipple tenderly.
I left a wet trail down his abs, but was stopped by his partly ripped shirt. I got down on my knees and looked up at him with a devilish smile, grabbed his shirt and tore it the rest of the way. “Oh my, would you look at that!” I said and looked pleasantly surprised.He giggled… I started tasting the area around his belly button with gentle kisses. “You have the cutes outie I have ever seen.” I touched it with the tip of my tongue, teasing him. “Girl, that tickles.” “Oh, so you want me to move on then? Move further down?” He closed his eyes and smiled sheepishly and once again turned red, but he still managed to nod.
I let my hand rub against the big bulge that had formed in the front of his slacks. He let out a deep sigh and once again took hold of the window sill. I stroked him through the fabric a few more times before moving up to loosen his belt and unzip his pants. I slid them down to his ankles and reached to do the same with his underwear. He had grown so big from anticipation that his penis popped out with great force from the sudden release. The sight that met me, instantly made my panties wet and I felt heat spread through my body, starting in the pit of my stomach. My mouth fell open and I looked at his throbbing manhood with greed. I had planned on torturing him, taking my time, but that plan fell through. I reached for his shaft and shoved it deep down my throat, like I had been severely deprived of a life sustaining nectar.
“So… How do I look?” He put his arms out and twirled. “You look… Sexy.” I could feel myself blushing and I felt stupid. We had already slept together several times and I was blushing for stating the obvious? He began to slowly walk towards me with a sheepish smile on his face. He reached for my hands and pulled me up. We were standing real close and I could feel his warm breath against my face and smell his familiar scent. His big brown eyes hypnotized me and my heart once again decided to run a marathon. “I love the shirt… And I love seeing you again. Thank you!” he said with in a serious tone of voice. “I really meant those postcards I sent you… You know, wishing you were here…with me. And now you’re right here and I’m all nervous and stuff and all I…” I couldn’t contain myself any longer and cut him off with a kiss that I hoped would show him how much I had missed him as well. And I could tell he wanted to show me the same thing. The kiss was passionate, filled with burning desire and when we finally had to come up for air, we were both breathing hard.
“I know. I missed you too and now I feel like I’m seeing you for the first time and I have no idea how to act. I guess I’ve been building up some pretty high expectations for this moment and maybe that was a mistake. I mean, it’s you and me… We’re way past being nervous and awkward.” He leaned in and gently kissed my rambling to an end. “You’re right, we shouldn’t be nervous. Let’s be excited instead. Hey, you want a drink or something?” “Sure, I’ll just have whatever you’re having.” “I’m having orange juice. I’m not really a big drinker.” “Then I would like an orange juice on the rocks, please.” He smiled and went into the kitchen to fetch the drinks and I went to look out the window.
He didn’t mind me kissing him, so I began to feel more emboldened, and my body was indeed begging me to be. I was losing myself in the beautiful lights of L.A, thinking how lucky I was at this very moment. I had just experienced the show of a lifetime and now I was in this beautiful penthouse suite with a wonderful, sweet and sexy man. It hit me once again that the man was Michael Jackson! I covered my mouth and laughed quietly in delight. I was so thrilled about the whole situation, and I was beginning to feel like he took forever getting the drinks.
“Wath’cha looking at?” Michael’s soft voice sounded behind me so I turned around, still with a smile on my face. “Oh, nothing. I was just thinking about something.” “About what?” He asked as he handed me my glass and positioned himself next to me, placing his hands on the window sill. “You…” “Aw, really?” I slowly scooted myself in between his arm, facing him. “Yeah, really…It just occurred to me where I was and who I was with, you know, and that made me smile. I have been waiting for this moment for a long time, missing you for a long time. And now, here we are. I’m so glad. You know what I have missed the most?” I leaned in really close to him, our mouths only inches apart. He shook his head lightly.
“I missed…Your hair.” I reached my hand up and ran I through his damp, soft ebony curls, holding his eyes locked in mine. “And I missed these little cute baby hairs you have right here.” He smiled shyly as I gently caressed the little area between his eyebrow and hairline. I let my finger trace the side of his face. “I love your strong jaw line… and one thing I’ve really missed…” I said in a seductive tone. “Are these two.” I started out kissing his top lip and then slowly moved down to the bottom one, gently sucking it in between my teeth.
Michael was standing completely still and when I pulled my head away, I could see his eyes were closed. He stayed that way for a few seconds, then he looked at me and swallowed hard. He began to speak but I hushed him with a light kiss. “Oh, I’m not done yet,” I said and winked at him. He bit his lip and had a look of anticipation in his eyes.
“I’ve missed your neck…. So strong and powerful” I began kissing my way down, stopping at my favourite place. “I love this sexy vein you have right here,” I whispered and let my tongue tickle it. I kissed down even further. “And let’s not forget this place.” I stopped at the little hollow at the base of his neck, placing a big wet kiss in the middle of it. I looked back up at Michael, who was following my every move. “Wanna know what else I missed?” He didn’t say anything, just nodded once again. I gave him a soft kiss on the lips and then continued.
I slowly started unbuttoning the green silk shirt and for each button undone, I planted kisses on his mouth, which he happily welcomed. Once I finished, I slid the shirt from his broad shoulders, leaving him in his white t-shirt. “Rip it!” I commanded. “What?” “Rip it, like you do in the show…Please!! I swear, when you did that, I almost fainted.” He started laughing. “I can’t rip my shirt here. Are you crazy?” “I will be in a while if you don’t rip it.” “You’re making me all embarrassed.” “I don’t care… Now be quiet and rip the damn shirt” I said in a low voice. “Ok…Ok… But don’t look!” “I won’t Michael… I promise” I said playfully and covered my eyes with my hands, obviously peeking through my fingers. He noticed and rolled his eyes at me, but he couldn’t help but smile. “Oh, and you have to do that pouting thing with your lips.” “You’ve got to be kidding me!” I removed the hands from my face, trying not to laugh. “Is this the face of someone who’s kidding?” “Yes!” “I promise it will be worth your while if you do as I say.” He looked hesitant, but tempted. “Hm, well ok… But DON’T look, swear?” “Pinky swear.” He shook his head and moved his hands towards the neckline of his t-shirt. “No peeking!”
He closed his eyes trying to get in the mood and I was eating up his every move. My knees just about buckled when his lips pouted and the rip sounded, revealing his chiseled, latté coloured chest. I let my hands drop and stared at the vision standing in front of me. Michael was blushing like I had never seen him blush before. “You should undress like that everyday… Wow!” “Stop it! God, I’m so embarrassed.” I took his hands and pulled him towards me. “I just noticed something else I missed.” I let both my hands move up his arms to his shoulders and down towards his chest. “I’ve really missed your sexy, tiny nipples.” I gave them both a squeeze and Michael flinched, so I quickly bent down and started running my tongue over them, giving each one an equal amount of attention. They tasted just as sweet as I remembered, and I let Michael know. He let out a slight moan when I flicked his nipple tenderly.
I left a wet trail down his abs, but was stopped by his partly ripped shirt. I got down on my knees and looked up at him with a devilish smile, grabbed his shirt and tore it the rest of the way. “Oh my, would you look at that!” I said and looked pleasantly surprised.He giggled… I started tasting the area around his belly button with gentle kisses. “You have the cutes outie I have ever seen.” I touched it with the tip of my tongue, teasing him. “Girl, that tickles.” “Oh, so you want me to move on then? Move further down?” He closed his eyes and smiled sheepishly and once again turned red, but he still managed to nod.
I let my hand rub against the big bulge that had formed in the front of his slacks. He let out a deep sigh and once again took hold of the window sill. I stroked him through the fabric a few more times before moving up to loosen his belt and unzip his pants. I slid them down to his ankles and reached to do the same with his underwear. He had grown so big from anticipation that his penis popped out with great force from the sudden release. The sight that met me, instantly made my panties wet and I felt heat spread through my body, starting in the pit of my stomach. My mouth fell open and I looked at his throbbing manhood with greed. I had planned on torturing him, taking my time, but that plan fell through. I reached for his shaft and shoved it deep down my throat, like I had been severely deprived of a life sustaining nectar.
I could taste the salt from his pre cum that oozed with each stroke from my mouth. Michael was moaning out loud now, letting me know how he had also been deprived.
I pulled my head back and looked up at him. I met his eyes and they were cloudy with lust. I licked my lips and gave his dick a slow lick, from root to tip. The sight of me doing that made him clench his teeth and throw his head back. `I once again put his length in my mouth and began eating him alive with even greater force than before. Michael panted and I could feel him harden even more, a sign that he was close. “I can’t hold….ah….On much longer. Oh shit!” I kept going, providing suction this time. His balls tightened and with a roar from somewhere deep within him, he released himself. I was surprised at the sheer force of his juices that filled my mouth, but I swallowed each drop with pleasure.
I sucked him dry before pulling back, leaning back on my knees. I looked up at him with a pleased look on my face. He was hunched over, using the sill as support. His eyes were closed, but soon a big smile emerged. The smile turned into a low laughter as he shook his head. “Oh boy I missed ya girl.” I stood up, pulling his underwear and pants with me. “I’m glad. Now let’s get you dressed. We can’t have you standing here in your birthday suit in front of this big window. Who knows who might be watching.” I winked at him, enjoying the shocked look on his face. He had totally forgotten where he was when I started touching him, and he covered his face in disbelief. “Oh my God! I can’t believe that just happened! What if someone saw? What if someone actually saw me? Oh no… OH NO!” “Michael relax. We’re on the top floor and no one knows you’re here right?” Michael let his hands drop and looked at me. “Well no…But..” “But nothing. I’m sure no one saw anything. It’s pretty late anyways. Don’t worry.”
“Girl, you are too much,” he sighed and finally lightened up. He pulled me close to him and locked both my hands behind my back and said firmly, “It’s your turn now.”
I sucked him dry before pulling back, leaning back on my knees. I looked up at him with a pleased look on my face. He was hunched over, using the sill as support. His eyes were closed, but soon a big smile emerged. The smile turned into a low laughter as he shook his head. “Oh boy I missed ya girl.” I stood up, pulling his underwear and pants with me. “I’m glad. Now let’s get you dressed. We can’t have you standing here in your birthday suit in front of this big window. Who knows who might be watching.” I winked at him, enjoying the shocked look on his face. He had totally forgotten where he was when I started touching him, and he covered his face in disbelief. “Oh my God! I can’t believe that just happened! What if someone saw? What if someone actually saw me? Oh no… OH NO!” “Michael relax. We’re on the top floor and no one knows you’re here right?” Michael let his hands drop and looked at me. “Well no…But..” “But nothing. I’m sure no one saw anything. It’s pretty late anyways. Don’t worry.”
“Girl, you are too much,” he sighed and finally lightened up. He pulled me close to him and locked both my hands behind my back and said firmly, “It’s your turn now.”
Chapter twelve, Part two
He took my hand and led me towards the bedroom. Once inside, he shed the ripped shirt, leaving his upper body exposed. He pointed to my shoes, and I used my feet to take them off. Michael suddenly giggled, but he wouldn’t say why. He stopped, composed himself, and started unbuttoning my jeans. I closed my eyes and sighed then opened them again when he burst out giggling again.
“WHAT?” I asked, almost annoyed that he was ruining the moment.
“Oh nothing” he said innocently, not paying attention to my annoyance.
“Then why are you laughing at me?”
“I’m not laughing at you. I just got an idea, and it’s good one if I do say so myself.”
I didn’t say anything, but decided to give him time to tell me what it was; he didn’t. “Well, what is it then?”
“I’m not tellin’… You’ll see soon enough. Now sshh and let’s get you out of these clothes.” He sat me down on the bed, took my foot and pulled my sock off; did the same with the other. He gently pushed me back on the bed and continued removing my pants. They were tight and he had to use some force and almost fell on his ass when they finally came off. “Dang girl, don’t they cut off your circulation?”
“Ha, you’re one to talk! I’ve seen photos of you in pants so tight your fly had a hard time staying closed!” “Well, a guy has to show off his assets, right?” he said, with a sly smile on his face. He took my hands and pulled me back up and started pulling my off turtle neck. He didn’t pull it all the way though. He stopped just as the neck of the shirt covered my eyes and my hands were still caught in the sleeves. “Hey, I can’t see!!” Michael just laughed, amused by my helplessness. “I like you like this… I’ve got the power now” he reached back, wanting to open my bra. “Uhm, I think your bra thingy is broken.” He looked at me, or the part of my face that was still visible, and now it was my time to be amused. “It opens in the front, Mr. Tight Pants!”
“Oh.”
He reached in front of my chest and un-hooked it in one quick motion, causing my breast to jump out bouncing. His eyes grew wide with surprise. “Ooh, that looked sexy… I’m gonna try that again.” I laughed at his enthusiasm as he hooked the bra back together, only to release them once again. “Ha ha, oh I love this… One more time.”
“Oh Michael c’mon… Stop playing!” I whined as he tried to close it for the second time.
“It’s the last time, I promise!” I sighed and rolled my eyes, but of course he couldn’t see that. T hen came the release and Michael’s hollering: “Whoo hoo, they really bounced this time. Ok, ONE more time!”
“Michael!” I tried covering my chest to prevent him from having another go, but with my arms stuck in the sleeves of my shirt, I was unsuccessful.
“Ok, ok, I was just kidding.” Instead, he cupped my cheeks and gave me a soft kiss. “Here, let me help you lie down. I’ve got to go get something.”
“What is it?”
“Just lie down!” He helped me down on the bed and then he left. I felt very exposed with my hands “tied” above my head and my sight impeded by my shirt. He was in control now, and I rather enjoyed the thought.
Michael came back, chuckling, and I could hear the faint sound of something I couldn’t quite pinpoint; a “clinking” sound. I felt the depression in the bed when he positioned himself beside me. He didn’t say anything, he just sat there. In spite of my impaired vision, I could feel his eyes on me. The longer he stayed quiet, the more self-conscious I became. I wasn’t sure if he wanted me to do something, but I didn’t feel comfortable just lying there being watched. I became uneasy and started squirming.
I was about to ask Michael what was going on. Before I opened my mouth to speak, my body jerked when something ice cold hit the skin between my breasts.
“Michael…Wha…”
I didn’t get to finish my question as my body jerked once again. This time something hard, smooth, and freezing cold was circling my left nipple. I realised that the clinking sound I heard when Michael came back into the room was ice cubes banging against a glass. My nipple quickly became erect. The cold almost became too much, but suddenly it went away when Michael covered it with the warmth of his mouth.
He pulled away, and I could feel him tracing the cube from one breast, across my chest, to the other one. Goosebumps spread down my arms, and I held my breath. The right nipple stood tall now and got the same treatment as the other. Instead of just covering it with his mouth, this time he licked it warm with slow long strokes. I felt like a horny lollipop.
He left a chilled road from the hollow at the base of my neck up to my chin and further up to my lips. He ran it across them, and I could feel drops of melted water run down my cheeks. I opened my mouth and Michael stopped his movements and allowed me to lick the ice cube.
He lowered his head and trading the cold with his hot tongue, tending to the last victim of his great idea. To feel the shift of seasons, from summer to winter, alerted all my senses. He kissed me with a deep, sensual passion, but otherwise kept his hands off my body. I wanted to feel him on me. I wanted his big hands to roam my body, to find all my sensitive spots, and to bring heat to my every limb.
The ice cube once again took a journey, but thankfully, this time it went south. I felt hot and moist between my legs and the idea of something cold to cool me off was exhilarating. It travelled slowly, painfully so. It took a detour over the sensitive skin on my ribcage which made me take in a sharp breath of air. It then found my bellybutton, quickly filling it with drops of water. Michael bent down and drank from the pool.
It went further down, reaching my panty line. He traced the black lace from side to side, sending chills up my spine.
“Put your feet on the bed and spread your legs,” he whispered. I did as I was told. The cube made its way onto the thin fabric, making it wet and cold. He circled my mound but stayed clear of my opening. The cute left wet trails on the insides of my thighs and quivers of anticipation rocked me.
“Here, hold this!” I felt the cold against my lips and he urged me to open up my mouth. He left the ice cold item in the grasp of my trembling lips. He got up and made his way to the foot of the bed. I felt his hands pulling at my panties so I lifted myself off the mattress to help him. The ice cube was getting unbearable to hold on to, and I felt my lips getting numb. He slowly slid my underwear down my legs. It was starting to hurt now, and I felt the need to spit out the ice cube.
“Oh Michael c’mon… Stop playing!” I whined as he tried to close it for the second time.
“It’s the last time, I promise!” I sighed and rolled my eyes, but of course he couldn’t see that. T hen came the release and Michael’s hollering: “Whoo hoo, they really bounced this time. Ok, ONE more time!”
“Michael!” I tried covering my chest to prevent him from having another go, but with my arms stuck in the sleeves of my shirt, I was unsuccessful.
“Ok, ok, I was just kidding.” Instead, he cupped my cheeks and gave me a soft kiss. “Here, let me help you lie down. I’ve got to go get something.”
“What is it?”
“Just lie down!” He helped me down on the bed and then he left. I felt very exposed with my hands “tied” above my head and my sight impeded by my shirt. He was in control now, and I rather enjoyed the thought.
Michael came back, chuckling, and I could hear the faint sound of something I couldn’t quite pinpoint; a “clinking” sound. I felt the depression in the bed when he positioned himself beside me. He didn’t say anything, he just sat there. In spite of my impaired vision, I could feel his eyes on me. The longer he stayed quiet, the more self-conscious I became. I wasn’t sure if he wanted me to do something, but I didn’t feel comfortable just lying there being watched. I became uneasy and started squirming.
I was about to ask Michael what was going on. Before I opened my mouth to speak, my body jerked when something ice cold hit the skin between my breasts.
“Michael…Wha…”
I didn’t get to finish my question as my body jerked once again. This time something hard, smooth, and freezing cold was circling my left nipple. I realised that the clinking sound I heard when Michael came back into the room was ice cubes banging against a glass. My nipple quickly became erect. The cold almost became too much, but suddenly it went away when Michael covered it with the warmth of his mouth.
He pulled away, and I could feel him tracing the cube from one breast, across my chest, to the other one. Goosebumps spread down my arms, and I held my breath. The right nipple stood tall now and got the same treatment as the other. Instead of just covering it with his mouth, this time he licked it warm with slow long strokes. I felt like a horny lollipop.
He left a chilled road from the hollow at the base of my neck up to my chin and further up to my lips. He ran it across them, and I could feel drops of melted water run down my cheeks. I opened my mouth and Michael stopped his movements and allowed me to lick the ice cube.
He lowered his head and trading the cold with his hot tongue, tending to the last victim of his great idea. To feel the shift of seasons, from summer to winter, alerted all my senses. He kissed me with a deep, sensual passion, but otherwise kept his hands off my body. I wanted to feel him on me. I wanted his big hands to roam my body, to find all my sensitive spots, and to bring heat to my every limb.
The ice cube once again took a journey, but thankfully, this time it went south. I felt hot and moist between my legs and the idea of something cold to cool me off was exhilarating. It travelled slowly, painfully so. It took a detour over the sensitive skin on my ribcage which made me take in a sharp breath of air. It then found my bellybutton, quickly filling it with drops of water. Michael bent down and drank from the pool.
It went further down, reaching my panty line. He traced the black lace from side to side, sending chills up my spine.
“Put your feet on the bed and spread your legs,” he whispered. I did as I was told. The cube made its way onto the thin fabric, making it wet and cold. He circled my mound but stayed clear of my opening. The cute left wet trails on the insides of my thighs and quivers of anticipation rocked me.
“Here, hold this!” I felt the cold against my lips and he urged me to open up my mouth. He left the ice cold item in the grasp of my trembling lips. He got up and made his way to the foot of the bed. I felt his hands pulling at my panties so I lifted myself off the mattress to help him. The ice cube was getting unbearable to hold on to, and I felt my lips getting numb. He slowly slid my underwear down my legs. It was starting to hurt now, and I felt the need to spit out the ice cube.
My lower half was naked now, and I involuntarily closed my legs together. Michael came back and took the cube from my mouth. Even though I couldn’t feel my lips, I could feel them pounding. I began wetting them with my tongue, but that didn’t help much as it was cold too. Michael must have noticed, because suddenly I was engulfed by his sweet warm mouth. I immediately thawed up. The kiss didn’t last long. He got up once again and headed back towards the foot of the bed. I felt his hands on my knees, gently prodding my legs apart, and then…nothing.
I waited, but he didn’t say or do anything. I could hear his breathing, but it didn’t give away what I was to expect. Once again I felt his stare on me. I felt him looking at my most private parts. He could see how ready and willing I was. I could feel my own juices running down my ass; he could definitely see that. He could follow the drop with his eyes. I felt helpless and horny at the same time. I was confused; why didn’t he do anything? I tried closing my legs, but he held them apart. I took a deep breath and tried to stay calm and be patient; it was hard!
Once again my body jerked when a cold drop of water hit my already wet area. It was followed by another and another. He then began tracing my labia, causing them to swell. He kept tracing until they, too, almost went numb. I could feel the melting water mix with my own fluids in a stream going south. When the ice cube hit my clit and he started massaging it, I let out a moan that I had been holding onto ever since he removed my panties.
It was strange; the cold made warmth spread from my womb and out to all my limbs. It was a sensation I had never experienced before. My opening was both hot and cold at the same time. I could feel my clit harden from what Michael was putting it through. It was aching, but for some reason, it was pleasurable. My breathing picked up.
Suddenly the teasing from the ice cube went away. I heard something hit the floor and before I could figure out what it was, I felt Michael bury his face in me. I arched my back in pleasure as he started bringing warmth back into my throbbing womanhood. He sucked my labia in between his lips until all feeling returned and then some. He licked me clean of all the water that was running from me, then finally he latched on to my clit. He held between his lips while his tongue flicked it.
“Oh Michael… Oh fuck!” Both he and I were moaning. He released me and concentrated on my entrance. He stuck his tongue inside and started twirling it around. I was in ecstasy. He had never done anything like this before. I don’t think any man ever had. I knew his fingers and dick were long, but apparently those weren’t the only things. He changed motion and started sticking it in and out instead. It was nothing compared to how I knew he could fill me, but his tongue had a flexibility his penis didn’t have. I was getting closer and closer to my peak, but just as I thought I was nearing the finish line, he pulled away.
“I want you on your hands and knees. I’m gonna help you,” he said, once again, in a whisper. He pulled my hands from my sleeves, enabling me to turn over. I moved to take my shirt off all the way, but Michael stopped me.
“But I wanna see you!” I begged him.
“Not yet.”
I positioned myself on all fours, baring all I had. His fingertips ran down my spine with feather light touches and it made my nipples harden. He reached my ass, tickling it, making my skin twitch. He went further and further until he reached my vagina, tracing it with a single finger. He went down on his knees and started making sweet attacks on my swollen clit. His tongue played with it, and I could feel his upper lip against my entrance. He held my thighs in a tight grip as he increased his pressure. He was massaging me with a flat, hungry tongue; sucking my point and the top of my labia in between his lips, but he didn’t let go as he usually did. He kept up the suction, sending a pulse-like pleasure through my body.
“Oh Mike… Aw shit, Mike! You’re so good!”
An intense tingling sensation started building inside of me. I could feel the waves surge through me. I was panting and had a hard time staying still. I was boiling in every fibre, threatening to explode. And then it hit!
The orgasm had a ripple effect, starting at my centre, then spreading to my legs and arms. I could feel the deep convulsing shakes as a pleasure bomb went off in my clit which was still surrounded by Michael’s mouth and tongue. He kept sucking, making the waves hit again and again. When he finally released me, I was drained.
I rested my head on the bed. I still had my ass in the air, but I didn’t get to rest for long. I could hear the zipper of Michael’s slacks being opened. The slacks hit the floor, followed by another piece of clothing that made a more subtle, almost a non-detectable, sound. I felt his hands on my hips, gently pulling me; he wanted me to stand up and, of course, who was I to argue?
I felt his hot body against my backside, and his dick rested nicely between my ass cheeks. He pulled my sweater all the way off and did the same with my bra. My hair was moved aside. Once again, chills went down my spine, but not because of something cold. This time it was because of something warm: his kisses. My head fell back and rested on his shoulder. His hand went down, guiding his penis towards the place where I wanted to feel him the most. He wet himself with my liquids before slowly entering. I reached back and took a hold of his ass. I could feel the muscles working beneath his soft skin. I pushed him towards me, urging him to enter a little faster. Michael couldn’t refuse. He jabbed himself inside, heavily exhaling right next to my ear. Once again, I could feel his muscles flex as he began working us both in to our second climax.
His body was banging against mine with such force that he had to hold me in order to prevent me from flying across the room. One arm pinned my abdomen in place, the other took turns massaging my breasts. His breathing was ragged and tickled my ear. With every thrust against me, short moans escaped his lips.
Michael pulled himself out, much to my dismay. He swiftly turned me around and began kissing me with deep, powerful kisses. Still attached to me, he began walking me backwards to the window. My ass hit the window sill and Michael effortlessly lifted me up onto it. The glass felt cold against my back. He took my feet and placed them on the radiator below and then moved himself in between my legs.
“You’re not afraid someone will se us?”
He looked out at the Los Angeles skyline and then back at me.
Once again my body jerked when a cold drop of water hit my already wet area. It was followed by another and another. He then began tracing my labia, causing them to swell. He kept tracing until they, too, almost went numb. I could feel the melting water mix with my own fluids in a stream going south. When the ice cube hit my clit and he started massaging it, I let out a moan that I had been holding onto ever since he removed my panties.
It was strange; the cold made warmth spread from my womb and out to all my limbs. It was a sensation I had never experienced before. My opening was both hot and cold at the same time. I could feel my clit harden from what Michael was putting it through. It was aching, but for some reason, it was pleasurable. My breathing picked up.
Suddenly the teasing from the ice cube went away. I heard something hit the floor and before I could figure out what it was, I felt Michael bury his face in me. I arched my back in pleasure as he started bringing warmth back into my throbbing womanhood. He sucked my labia in between his lips until all feeling returned and then some. He licked me clean of all the water that was running from me, then finally he latched on to my clit. He held between his lips while his tongue flicked it.
“Oh Michael… Oh fuck!” Both he and I were moaning. He released me and concentrated on my entrance. He stuck his tongue inside and started twirling it around. I was in ecstasy. He had never done anything like this before. I don’t think any man ever had. I knew his fingers and dick were long, but apparently those weren’t the only things. He changed motion and started sticking it in and out instead. It was nothing compared to how I knew he could fill me, but his tongue had a flexibility his penis didn’t have. I was getting closer and closer to my peak, but just as I thought I was nearing the finish line, he pulled away.
“I want you on your hands and knees. I’m gonna help you,” he said, once again, in a whisper. He pulled my hands from my sleeves, enabling me to turn over. I moved to take my shirt off all the way, but Michael stopped me.
“But I wanna see you!” I begged him.
“Not yet.”
I positioned myself on all fours, baring all I had. His fingertips ran down my spine with feather light touches and it made my nipples harden. He reached my ass, tickling it, making my skin twitch. He went further and further until he reached my vagina, tracing it with a single finger. He went down on his knees and started making sweet attacks on my swollen clit. His tongue played with it, and I could feel his upper lip against my entrance. He held my thighs in a tight grip as he increased his pressure. He was massaging me with a flat, hungry tongue; sucking my point and the top of my labia in between his lips, but he didn’t let go as he usually did. He kept up the suction, sending a pulse-like pleasure through my body.
“Oh Mike… Aw shit, Mike! You’re so good!”
An intense tingling sensation started building inside of me. I could feel the waves surge through me. I was panting and had a hard time staying still. I was boiling in every fibre, threatening to explode. And then it hit!
The orgasm had a ripple effect, starting at my centre, then spreading to my legs and arms. I could feel the deep convulsing shakes as a pleasure bomb went off in my clit which was still surrounded by Michael’s mouth and tongue. He kept sucking, making the waves hit again and again. When he finally released me, I was drained.
I rested my head on the bed. I still had my ass in the air, but I didn’t get to rest for long. I could hear the zipper of Michael’s slacks being opened. The slacks hit the floor, followed by another piece of clothing that made a more subtle, almost a non-detectable, sound. I felt his hands on my hips, gently pulling me; he wanted me to stand up and, of course, who was I to argue?
I felt his hot body against my backside, and his dick rested nicely between my ass cheeks. He pulled my sweater all the way off and did the same with my bra. My hair was moved aside. Once again, chills went down my spine, but not because of something cold. This time it was because of something warm: his kisses. My head fell back and rested on his shoulder. His hand went down, guiding his penis towards the place where I wanted to feel him the most. He wet himself with my liquids before slowly entering. I reached back and took a hold of his ass. I could feel the muscles working beneath his soft skin. I pushed him towards me, urging him to enter a little faster. Michael couldn’t refuse. He jabbed himself inside, heavily exhaling right next to my ear. Once again, I could feel his muscles flex as he began working us both in to our second climax.
His body was banging against mine with such force that he had to hold me in order to prevent me from flying across the room. One arm pinned my abdomen in place, the other took turns massaging my breasts. His breathing was ragged and tickled my ear. With every thrust against me, short moans escaped his lips.
Michael pulled himself out, much to my dismay. He swiftly turned me around and began kissing me with deep, powerful kisses. Still attached to me, he began walking me backwards to the window. My ass hit the window sill and Michael effortlessly lifted me up onto it. The glass felt cold against my back. He took my feet and placed them on the radiator below and then moved himself in between my legs.
“You’re not afraid someone will se us?”
He looked out at the Los Angeles skyline and then back at me.
“Let ‘em watch!”he said, and then, with one forceful thrust, he entered me once again. Had anyone been looking at the hotel, they would have seen the window of the penthouse suite shake like an earthquake had hit. The truth wasn’t far fetched.
I locked my fingers behind his neck, entangling them in his hair; his forehead rested against mine. The only thing moving was his pelvis. He never pushed himself all the way in, making it almost unbearable for the both of us, but in a good way. His hands rested on my knees, always keeping a light pressure on them to keep my legs apart.
Michael’s moans became louder and more rapid. “I’m coming, I’m coming…. God, I’m so close!” He picked up the pace, still careful not to go in all the way. High pitched noises of painful pleasure escaped his clenched jaws. “I can’t hold it in anymore! Aaaahhhh” I was taken aback when he suddenly pushed his entire length inside of me with rough force, flooding me with his juices.
My own orgasm came as a surprise and hit when he filled me completely. My walls spasmed around his dick, milking him dry. His knuckles were turning white as he clutched my knees in order to compose himself. I could feel my thighs shaking from exhaustion and was glad to have his support. He took in a deep breath and held it in, trying to get his breathing under control, then carefully and slowly let it out. Our heads still rested against each other, but I could see a smile forming on his lips. His eyes found mine and for a while he just looked at me.
“Damn girl.”
Michael’s moans became louder and more rapid. “I’m coming, I’m coming…. God, I’m so close!” He picked up the pace, still careful not to go in all the way. High pitched noises of painful pleasure escaped his clenched jaws. “I can’t hold it in anymore! Aaaahhhh” I was taken aback when he suddenly pushed his entire length inside of me with rough force, flooding me with his juices.
My own orgasm came as a surprise and hit when he filled me completely. My walls spasmed around his dick, milking him dry. His knuckles were turning white as he clutched my knees in order to compose himself. I could feel my thighs shaking from exhaustion and was glad to have his support. He took in a deep breath and held it in, trying to get his breathing under control, then carefully and slowly let it out. Our heads still rested against each other, but I could see a smile forming on his lips. His eyes found mine and for a while he just looked at me.
“Damn girl.”
“So, why are you single?”
Me and Michael were in his hotel bed, lying next to each other under the covers, staring at the ceiling and just talking.
“I don’t know” I answered. “I guess I’m just picky.”
“Have you been single for a long time?”
“Kinda… A few years I think. Been dating on and of, but never anything serious. How’bout you?”
I could feel him shifting underneath the covers and hear him clear his throat; he didn’t answer though.
“Michael? Something wrong?”
Once again he cleared his throat. “I don’t wanna talk about me. Really, I’m not that interesting.”
I got up on my elbow and looked down at him. The room was pitch black since the curtains had been closed. The glare of the city didn’t reach us anymore, so I couldn’t actually see him.
“I think you’re plenty interesting. Why don’t you wanna answer my question? We’re just talking… Are you seeing someone right now, is that it?”
“What?? Nooo, not at all. That’s not who I am. I’m just afraid you’re gonna think I’m weird or something.”
“Weird how?” He sighed a deep sigh. “I don’t have a girlfriend.”
“I know, you just said.”
“No, I mean… oh God…. I’ve never really had one, okay. There! I’ve never had a girlfriend! See, I’m weird!”
I laid myself down again, thinking about what he had just said. It did take me by surprise, but I didn’t want him to sense that. Like the rest of America, I had seen pictures of him with Brooke Shields and Tatum O’Neal, and figured those where some of his girlfriends. It seemed weird to me that a man as gorgeous and talented like Michael could stay single even for a second.
I didn’t realise how long I had been lingering at my thoughts until Michael whispered to me, almost sounding panicked. “You think I’m weird, right? I understand if you do. I won’t hold it against you!”
“Michael, I’m sorry, I was just thinking. I just don’t get it… I mean, look at you! You’re so sweet and kind and sexy and… And what about Brooke and Tatum? It’s just beyond me how you, of all people, could be single. In fact, I’m surprised someone hasn’t swooped you up ages ago!” There was silence for a few seconds.
“Well, it’s hard to explain, but I’ll try. Uhm, Brooke and I are just friends. We made it seem like we were dating, you know, for publicity. And Tatum… Well, for a while there I thought she WAS my girlfriend. I had never had one before, so I didn’t know how it worked, you know? I thought she was really nice and actually cared about me and that I was special to her. Turns out I wasn’t… She was seeing a whole bunch of guys at that time, as I found out. She even tried to get me into bed with her, but I was waaay to shy and scared even though I was 4-5 years older than her. She was much more experienced, so I actually ran when she made her move.”
“You ran??”
To my relief he chuckled at the surprised tone in my voice, which had sounded more surprised then I intended. “Yeah I know, I know, not the ideal situation, I know. But I got really freaked out. I guess I wasn’t as comfortable with her as I thought. Maybe I could sense how she really was underneath it all. Besides, I was afraid she was gonna go around telling everyone how she did it with Michael Jackson. I don’t like girls who do that. It’s not classy.”
Silence…
“Ok, well what about other women? I mean, you’re 30, so you’ve had a lot of time to play the field, you know?”
To my relief he chuckled at the surprised tone in my voice, which had sounded more surprised then I intended. “Yeah I know, I know, not the ideal situation, I know. But I got really freaked out. I guess I wasn’t as comfortable with her as I thought. Maybe I could sense how she really was underneath it all. Besides, I was afraid she was gonna go around telling everyone how she did it with Michael Jackson. I don’t like girls who do that. It’s not classy.”
Silence…
“Ok, well what about other women? I mean, you’re 30, so you’ve had a lot of time to play the field, you know?”
I could feel him shrugging. “Yeah well, the more “famous” I became, the more difficult it got. My brothers set me up a few times, promised me it would be good girls and not crazed fans… They lied! I guess I’ve just not had that much luck. It’s hard to go on a date when the girls gawk at you like you’re from another planet, you know? They study the way you eat like it’s something they’ve never seen before. It was awkward and I just wanted to go home. I dunno… I just lost interest in the whole dating thing.”
“Oh hey, I just remembered something.”
What?”
“1972…”
“What about 1972?”
“ I remember watching this game show… It featured a very cute young man. I remember how much I wanted to be on that show and win.”
“What on earth are you talking about? What game show?”
“Ha ha, you really don’t remember?? The Dating Game??”
“ Oh no! I can’t believe you remembered that! I had blocked it from my memory!”
“But why?? You were sooo adorable in that little suit. Hobbies: Bubblegum. How cute was that? Hey, how was the date? I always wondered about that.”
“It was awful! The girl did nothing but ask me questions about Jermaine! I never wanted to participate, but Motown thought it would be good exposure, so I went along with it. Boy did I regret that!”
“Aw, I’m sorry. Was that your first date?”
“It was, actually… So I didn’t get off to a good start, huh?”
Once again, silence…
“Ok, so you had a few bad dates, but everybody has that… So why not a girlfriend?”
He sighed once again. “I don’t know. I guess my expectations were too high. I was raised in showbiz, right, and everything in that business is bigger than real life. I sang songs about great loves, getting married, love at first sight and all that. I thought that was how it was supposed to be in real life. I already told you about the crush I had on Diana, right?”
I rolled my eyes and tried not to gag.
“Well, I thought I was gonna marry her cuz I had all these feelings and when you have those feelings, you’re supposed to get married, right? But that never happened. I tried with all these grand gestures, you know, like the ones I sang about and heard others sing about; flowers, poems, gifts, diamonds, the whole shebang. But it didn’t work. She did accept the presents I gave her and always gushed over them, so I thought I was on the right path, you know? We would go as dates to all these events and she would hold my hand and kiss my cheek and all that, and I was like, wow! It didn’t occur to me that she didn’t feel the same. I just figured since I felt that way, she would too. Besides, she acted like it, I thought. But… One evening after some award show or something in the mid-eighties, I think, I told her that I loved her and wanted her to be my wife. And I was dead serious too! And dead nervous!”
I waited for him to continue but he didn’t.
“Michael?? What happened when you told her?”
“I guess it still hurts to talk about it.”
“Was it that bad?”
“She laughed at me!”
“Excuse me? She did what?”
“She laughed! I’m sure she didn’t mean to sound like a bitch, but she did. She threw her head back and laughed right in my face. I tried so hard not to cry.”
“Oh Michael!”
“It’s ok… She then walked up to me and patted me on the cheek like I was some dumb kid and told me how cute I was and then she walked away. I don’t think she thought I was being serious, but I was. Soon thereafter she met some dentist and ended up marrying him. I was crushed! I never told her that though. Instead I just kept my distance and stayed away from the wedding.”
“So you’ve never talked about it with anyone?”
“I talked to mother about it. I didn’t tell her who it was though, but I have a feeling she knew. She never liked Diana anyway. I just told her that this girl I had a crush on blew me off like it was nothin’. She told me some girls would put up a facade to get what they wanted and then walk away with your heart. I don’t think that was Diana’s intention though. It was probably just me putting too much into our relationship. Yeah, that must be it! She wouldn’t be that mean and use me. Maybe if I had been able to read her better, none of it would have happened. I guess if I had had a normal childhood and adolescence, I would know how stuff like that worked, how women worked, but I didn’t. Tatum liked all the grand gestures, but she had no intention what so ever to marry me either. Neither did Brooke… I think I asked her like 3 times even though I wasn’t really into her.”
“What on earth are you talking about? What game show?”
“Ha ha, you really don’t remember?? The Dating Game??”
“ Oh no! I can’t believe you remembered that! I had blocked it from my memory!”
“But why?? You were sooo adorable in that little suit. Hobbies: Bubblegum. How cute was that? Hey, how was the date? I always wondered about that.”
“It was awful! The girl did nothing but ask me questions about Jermaine! I never wanted to participate, but Motown thought it would be good exposure, so I went along with it. Boy did I regret that!”
“Aw, I’m sorry. Was that your first date?”
“It was, actually… So I didn’t get off to a good start, huh?”
Once again, silence…
“Ok, so you had a few bad dates, but everybody has that… So why not a girlfriend?”
He sighed once again. “I don’t know. I guess my expectations were too high. I was raised in showbiz, right, and everything in that business is bigger than real life. I sang songs about great loves, getting married, love at first sight and all that. I thought that was how it was supposed to be in real life. I already told you about the crush I had on Diana, right?”
I rolled my eyes and tried not to gag.
“Well, I thought I was gonna marry her cuz I had all these feelings and when you have those feelings, you’re supposed to get married, right? But that never happened. I tried with all these grand gestures, you know, like the ones I sang about and heard others sing about; flowers, poems, gifts, diamonds, the whole shebang. But it didn’t work. She did accept the presents I gave her and always gushed over them, so I thought I was on the right path, you know? We would go as dates to all these events and she would hold my hand and kiss my cheek and all that, and I was like, wow! It didn’t occur to me that she didn’t feel the same. I just figured since I felt that way, she would too. Besides, she acted like it, I thought. But… One evening after some award show or something in the mid-eighties, I think, I told her that I loved her and wanted her to be my wife. And I was dead serious too! And dead nervous!”
I waited for him to continue but he didn’t.
“Michael?? What happened when you told her?”
“I guess it still hurts to talk about it.”
“Was it that bad?”
“She laughed at me!”
“Excuse me? She did what?”
“She laughed! I’m sure she didn’t mean to sound like a bitch, but she did. She threw her head back and laughed right in my face. I tried so hard not to cry.”
“Oh Michael!”
“It’s ok… She then walked up to me and patted me on the cheek like I was some dumb kid and told me how cute I was and then she walked away. I don’t think she thought I was being serious, but I was. Soon thereafter she met some dentist and ended up marrying him. I was crushed! I never told her that though. Instead I just kept my distance and stayed away from the wedding.”
“So you’ve never talked about it with anyone?”
“I talked to mother about it. I didn’t tell her who it was though, but I have a feeling she knew. She never liked Diana anyway. I just told her that this girl I had a crush on blew me off like it was nothin’. She told me some girls would put up a facade to get what they wanted and then walk away with your heart. I don’t think that was Diana’s intention though. It was probably just me putting too much into our relationship. Yeah, that must be it! She wouldn’t be that mean and use me. Maybe if I had been able to read her better, none of it would have happened. I guess if I had had a normal childhood and adolescence, I would know how stuff like that worked, how women worked, but I didn’t. Tatum liked all the grand gestures, but she had no intention what so ever to marry me either. Neither did Brooke… I think I asked her like 3 times even though I wasn’t really into her.”
In my mind I was thinking all kinds of nasty thoughts about Diana. Of course Diana knew how he felt, and I bet she loved his attention too. She knew very well but didn’t nip it in the bud. She broke his heart on purpose. Bitch! I didn’t know if I should tell Michael; I decided to allow him his fantasy of her as some oblivious goddess on a pedestal even though I suspected that, on some level, he knew the truth.
“I’m so sorry, Michael. But why were you so intent on getting married?”
“I dunno… Comfort and security I guess. I wanted someone for myself, you know. So that I wouldn’t have to date anymore, cuz I hated that. On top of all the bad luck, I was so shy and had very low self- esteem because of my bad skin and all the other insecurities I had as a teen and even in my 20’s. I still have a lot of them, but back then it was bad. I couldn’t even look people in the eye. Imagine going on a date with a guy who’d rather have a conversation with his plate? Anyway… But I also knew that I would never get married if I didn’t date first, so I just dropped it altogether, and after what happened with Diana, I never went on another date. Besides, I was kinda married to my work, still am, so I guess it all worked out… Kinda…I got out of all the dating stuff, but I also became lonely.”
He fell silent again, and I figured it would be best to leave it at that. It was obviously a difficult subject for him. I turned the conversation onto something that had had me wondering for a while…
“How old were you when that thing with Tatum happened? Where you ran?”
“Uhm, I guess like 20-21. Seems like ages ago.”
“So before that you had never… You know… With a woman? I mean, since you ran and stuff?”
“Yes I had, but only once!”
“Oh?”
“Yeah… Hey, I feel like I’m doing all the talking here!”
“I promise, if you tell me about your first time, I’ll answer whatever questions you may have… Afterwards!”
“Mmmm… Well, ok! So, I was in New York, filming The Wiz, living with my sister and I met this girl I had gone to school with once, but only for a short period of time. I kinda had a crush on her back then but was too afraid to tell her. Turns out she felt the same way…. Anyway, we started hanging out and it was a lot of fun. I was nervous as hell, I tell ya’! I knew I still liked her, seeing her again made me remember. But at that time, my shyness was reaching incredible heights and I had no experience with girls. I don’t think she had that much experience either, but she was bolder than me.”
“So, how was it?”
“It was actually nice. I mean, I didn’t have anything to compare with, but I felt good about it… Well at least until….”
“Until what?”
“Until Toya found out! She’s very very religious, as much as mother is. I was too, but I guess my feelings and my… you know… got the better of me. Anyway, she was very disappointed in me and said that sex was preserved for marriage and that if you violated that, you wouldn’t get to be with God and the chosen ones after the apocalypse. Basically, I was going to hell! She scared me to death! I promised her that I would never do it again and after a lot of begging and crying, I made her swear not to tell mother. I did consider doing it with Tatum, but then I remembered I would go to hell if I did… Plus the shyness… So I ran, you know?”
Silence…
“So… What about me?? I mean… You know… What changed?”
I could feel his head turn towards me and I felt his eyes on me before he turned away again. “Oh wow, let’s see… Well, first of, I quit the Jehovah’s Witnesses, so I’m not afraid of hell anymore… I mean, I am, but not like before. And… I dunno… I guess I was tired of being alone. I knew I didn’t just want some girl to keep me company. I wanted to like someone, to have a crush and maybe…some day…fall in love. I was willing to take a chance with someone and well, then there was you. I liked how you seemed to be honest… To be without BS, you know. And I liked that you were not a part of my world, the showbiz world. Most girls in showbiz are, well, kinda shallow for my taste. A lot of them view relationships as a way to get good PR… The same with friends. Like if you’re friends with someone more famous than you, it makes you better, you know. And that’s why it’s also hard to find friends; you never know why they want to be your friend.
“So, anyway… I knew I wanted the thing with you to be different. Of course I didn’t know anything about you or if you would even be interested…. Or if we would click…And well, I only knew my old “routine” with the grand gestures, the pulling out chairs stuff and all that and that’s what I intended to do with you too… I had this entire speech in my head and a big bouquet of flowers with me that I had picked myself.”
“Flowers? You didn’t give me any flowers?”
“Well, I was gonna… You see, on my walk over to your cabin I was getting more and more nervous, cuz you know, my dating history was not a success story and I was afraid this would turn out to be another disaster. So, I took a detour over to the stables to collect my thoughts and well, when I was deep in thought, the horse ate the flowers!”
“Ha, really?”
“Yeah, really” He giggled and continued. “And it didn’t do anything to calm my nerves. I was supposed to go see you, bringing nothing but me now!”
“But then it hit me! In all those years, I had tried doing everything perfectly, always wanting to do everything better and bigger. Maybe, just maybe, it was time for me to just… get over it and just… Go with it, you know? So I decided to just go… as me… no more, no less. I felt sick just thinking about it, but I knew I had to try. And then, well, you almost died and I guess you can categorize that under things you don’t want happening when you first meet someone, huh? So there, another not so perfect thing happened. Even though those things were wrong, they felt right… Like, they felt unscripted and normal. Just like what it must be for normal people. And then something happened that made me sure that I was doing the right thing by letting go…”
“What was that??”
“You pulled out a chair for ME…”
“Aw, really?”
“Yes… I made up my mind then and there... I was gonna let myself do whatever felt right to me, not thinking about disappointing my mom or sis, not thinking about being shy, well, almost not thinking about it… I just wanted to stop thinking and start living…And the best part is, you acted like I was any other guy and that really made me happy. You didn’t seem to be blown away by who I am. I guess that’s why I feel like I can tell you these things. You don’t seem to care… Oh, don’t get me wrong. I mean, you care, but it’s not a big deal to you. You accept it for what it is, you know? Do any of the things I’ve told you make any sense? I’m not sure it makes sense to me, so that’s why I ask.” I grabbed his hand under the covers and gave it a squeeze.
“Yes, I think I understand. I’m glad you decided to just let go and not miss out anymore. Sometimes you shouldn’t look for perfection… Perfection is seldom reached at the first try, as you know… So you need to look for something with potential and see where you can take it… It must be the same with what you do, right?”
“Yes, you’re right… And I’m glad I finally realised that.”
“Ok, one final question… If you only had sex once, how come you got so fucking good at it?”
He started laughing, sounding a bit embarrassed. “I can’t tell you that… Please don’t make me.”
“Well, I wanna make ‘ya” I pinched the sensitive skin on his side, causing him to jolt from the sharp pain.
“Ouch, hey watch it woman!” He cried out, still laughing.
“C’mon, tell me? You’ve already told me so much, why stop now?” I motioned my hand back to where I had just let go.
“Ok ok, I’ll tell you! Please don’t hurt me! Oh jeez… Well… I like to study, ‘kay… And my friend Miko gave me this book, right… I know it sounds crazy, but it was kind of a “how to” book… The rest is like with my dancing and when I get lost in the music. With this, I just get lost in the moment. I trust my instincts, I follow them. My imagination is a big help too… I can’t believe I’m telling you this.”
“Don’t worry, I know your situation now…I still think you’re cute and sexy as hell!”
“Ha ok, well thanks! Anyway, now you know… I studied! I’m Michael Jackson and I major in sex!” I elbowed him playfully in the ribs and he started laughing.
“You’re so silly… Well mister, you sure aced your finals! I’m gonna give you an A+.”
He took my hand and pressed it against his mouth, leaving a wet stain. “Thank you… I’m having so much fun with you and it feels so nice to just…talk. And I appreciate you not thinkin’ I’m a freak.”
“I’m having a lot of fun with you too Michael, and hey, the only place you’re a freak, is in the bedroom!” I couldn’t contain a big yawn, but to my defence, it was getting late. The alarm clock said 3:30am.
“Wow, I didn’t realise it was so late… You wanna get some sleep?”
“I don’t think I have a choice… My eyelids are getting heavy. Hey, what are you doing tomorrow?”
“I’m doing this photo shoot for a magazine… I think it’s Vanity Fair. The photographer is German I think… Annie Lieberschnitzel or something.”
“Ha Michael, her name is Annie Liebowitz… She’s like totally famous and I’m pretty sure she’s from America.”
“Oh… Well… Hey, you wanna come??”
“Won’t people think that’s strange?”
“Heck no, I bring people with me all the time. Whatta you say? It’ll be fun…”
“Sure, I’d love to.”
Before I fell asleep I whispered to Michael, “Mike?”
“What?”
“So, do you?”
“Do I what?”
“Do you have a crush…on me?”
He leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek. “Oh yeah!”
With that, Michael cocooned me with his naked body and I fell asleep, feeling good…
He fell silent again, and I figured it would be best to leave it at that. It was obviously a difficult subject for him. I turned the conversation onto something that had had me wondering for a while…
“How old were you when that thing with Tatum happened? Where you ran?”
“Uhm, I guess like 20-21. Seems like ages ago.”
“So before that you had never… You know… With a woman? I mean, since you ran and stuff?”
“Yes I had, but only once!”
“Oh?”
“Yeah… Hey, I feel like I’m doing all the talking here!”
“I promise, if you tell me about your first time, I’ll answer whatever questions you may have… Afterwards!”
“Mmmm… Well, ok! So, I was in New York, filming The Wiz, living with my sister and I met this girl I had gone to school with once, but only for a short period of time. I kinda had a crush on her back then but was too afraid to tell her. Turns out she felt the same way…. Anyway, we started hanging out and it was a lot of fun. I was nervous as hell, I tell ya’! I knew I still liked her, seeing her again made me remember. But at that time, my shyness was reaching incredible heights and I had no experience with girls. I don’t think she had that much experience either, but she was bolder than me.”
“So, how was it?”
“It was actually nice. I mean, I didn’t have anything to compare with, but I felt good about it… Well at least until….”
“Until what?”
“Until Toya found out! She’s very very religious, as much as mother is. I was too, but I guess my feelings and my… you know… got the better of me. Anyway, she was very disappointed in me and said that sex was preserved for marriage and that if you violated that, you wouldn’t get to be with God and the chosen ones after the apocalypse. Basically, I was going to hell! She scared me to death! I promised her that I would never do it again and after a lot of begging and crying, I made her swear not to tell mother. I did consider doing it with Tatum, but then I remembered I would go to hell if I did… Plus the shyness… So I ran, you know?”
Silence…
“So… What about me?? I mean… You know… What changed?”
I could feel his head turn towards me and I felt his eyes on me before he turned away again. “Oh wow, let’s see… Well, first of, I quit the Jehovah’s Witnesses, so I’m not afraid of hell anymore… I mean, I am, but not like before. And… I dunno… I guess I was tired of being alone. I knew I didn’t just want some girl to keep me company. I wanted to like someone, to have a crush and maybe…some day…fall in love. I was willing to take a chance with someone and well, then there was you. I liked how you seemed to be honest… To be without BS, you know. And I liked that you were not a part of my world, the showbiz world. Most girls in showbiz are, well, kinda shallow for my taste. A lot of them view relationships as a way to get good PR… The same with friends. Like if you’re friends with someone more famous than you, it makes you better, you know. And that’s why it’s also hard to find friends; you never know why they want to be your friend.
“So, anyway… I knew I wanted the thing with you to be different. Of course I didn’t know anything about you or if you would even be interested…. Or if we would click…And well, I only knew my old “routine” with the grand gestures, the pulling out chairs stuff and all that and that’s what I intended to do with you too… I had this entire speech in my head and a big bouquet of flowers with me that I had picked myself.”
“Flowers? You didn’t give me any flowers?”
“Well, I was gonna… You see, on my walk over to your cabin I was getting more and more nervous, cuz you know, my dating history was not a success story and I was afraid this would turn out to be another disaster. So, I took a detour over to the stables to collect my thoughts and well, when I was deep in thought, the horse ate the flowers!”
“Ha, really?”
“Yeah, really” He giggled and continued. “And it didn’t do anything to calm my nerves. I was supposed to go see you, bringing nothing but me now!”
“But then it hit me! In all those years, I had tried doing everything perfectly, always wanting to do everything better and bigger. Maybe, just maybe, it was time for me to just… get over it and just… Go with it, you know? So I decided to just go… as me… no more, no less. I felt sick just thinking about it, but I knew I had to try. And then, well, you almost died and I guess you can categorize that under things you don’t want happening when you first meet someone, huh? So there, another not so perfect thing happened. Even though those things were wrong, they felt right… Like, they felt unscripted and normal. Just like what it must be for normal people. And then something happened that made me sure that I was doing the right thing by letting go…”
“What was that??”
“You pulled out a chair for ME…”
“Aw, really?”
“Yes… I made up my mind then and there... I was gonna let myself do whatever felt right to me, not thinking about disappointing my mom or sis, not thinking about being shy, well, almost not thinking about it… I just wanted to stop thinking and start living…And the best part is, you acted like I was any other guy and that really made me happy. You didn’t seem to be blown away by who I am. I guess that’s why I feel like I can tell you these things. You don’t seem to care… Oh, don’t get me wrong. I mean, you care, but it’s not a big deal to you. You accept it for what it is, you know? Do any of the things I’ve told you make any sense? I’m not sure it makes sense to me, so that’s why I ask.” I grabbed his hand under the covers and gave it a squeeze.
“Yes, I think I understand. I’m glad you decided to just let go and not miss out anymore. Sometimes you shouldn’t look for perfection… Perfection is seldom reached at the first try, as you know… So you need to look for something with potential and see where you can take it… It must be the same with what you do, right?”
“Yes, you’re right… And I’m glad I finally realised that.”
“Ok, one final question… If you only had sex once, how come you got so fucking good at it?”
He started laughing, sounding a bit embarrassed. “I can’t tell you that… Please don’t make me.”
“Well, I wanna make ‘ya” I pinched the sensitive skin on his side, causing him to jolt from the sharp pain.
“Ouch, hey watch it woman!” He cried out, still laughing.
“C’mon, tell me? You’ve already told me so much, why stop now?” I motioned my hand back to where I had just let go.
“Ok ok, I’ll tell you! Please don’t hurt me! Oh jeez… Well… I like to study, ‘kay… And my friend Miko gave me this book, right… I know it sounds crazy, but it was kind of a “how to” book… The rest is like with my dancing and when I get lost in the music. With this, I just get lost in the moment. I trust my instincts, I follow them. My imagination is a big help too… I can’t believe I’m telling you this.”
“Don’t worry, I know your situation now…I still think you’re cute and sexy as hell!”
“Ha ok, well thanks! Anyway, now you know… I studied! I’m Michael Jackson and I major in sex!” I elbowed him playfully in the ribs and he started laughing.
“You’re so silly… Well mister, you sure aced your finals! I’m gonna give you an A+.”
He took my hand and pressed it against his mouth, leaving a wet stain. “Thank you… I’m having so much fun with you and it feels so nice to just…talk. And I appreciate you not thinkin’ I’m a freak.”
“I’m having a lot of fun with you too Michael, and hey, the only place you’re a freak, is in the bedroom!” I couldn’t contain a big yawn, but to my defence, it was getting late. The alarm clock said 3:30am.
“Wow, I didn’t realise it was so late… You wanna get some sleep?”
“I don’t think I have a choice… My eyelids are getting heavy. Hey, what are you doing tomorrow?”
“I’m doing this photo shoot for a magazine… I think it’s Vanity Fair. The photographer is German I think… Annie Lieberschnitzel or something.”
“Ha Michael, her name is Annie Liebowitz… She’s like totally famous and I’m pretty sure she’s from America.”
“Oh… Well… Hey, you wanna come??”
“Won’t people think that’s strange?”
“Heck no, I bring people with me all the time. Whatta you say? It’ll be fun…”
“Sure, I’d love to.”
Before I fell asleep I whispered to Michael, “Mike?”
“What?”
“So, do you?”
“Do I what?”
“Do you have a crush…on me?”
He leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek. “Oh yeah!”
With that, Michael cocooned me with his naked body and I fell asleep, feeling good…
Chapter fourteen
I woke up the next morning to the shrill sound of the hotel phone calling to wake us up. Michael was nowhere to be seen though, so I wrapped the sheet around me to go and look for him. I found him sitting at a desk, drawing. He looked up as I approached him.
“Mornin’ sunshine.” He smiled.
“No it’s not, it’s too early!” I complained groggily. “How long have you been up?”
“I dunno… An hour or so. I was thinking about waking you up, but now I’m glad I didn’t, ‘cause you look a bit scary.” He said jokingly and pointed towards my head.
I reached up and could feel my hair in total chaos. “Oh shut up… Like you wake up looking like that!”
“I surely do… I just wash my hair thoroughly and BAM! It’s like magic!” He scooted out his chair and clapped his thighs indicating he wanted me to sit there, and I happily obliged. He kissed my shoulder and put his arms around my waist.
“So what are you drawing?”
“It’s my friend Ryan. He asked me to make this for his mother as a Christmas present.”
“Wow, it’s really beautiful. It looks almost exactly like the picture. You’re really talented!”
“Oh, it’s nothing…. It’s just something I enjoy doing from time to time.”
“Well, I think it’s something. Maybe you could do me one day?”
“Didn’t I do that last night?” he asked with a fake innocent look in his eyes.
“Oh my, aren’t we funny this morning, huh?” I responded and gave him a nudge in the ribs.
“Hey ouch, that hurt… I’m ALWAYS funny! Wait, is that mascara in your ear?”
“Alright alright, I get your point, I’ll go shower!” I got up and made my way out of the room and could still hear him laughing as I entered the bathroom.
“Don’t be too long, ‘cause we leave in 40 minutes.”
The set of the shoot was filled with people all running around trying to do their jobs, and they were apparently too busy to notice that Michael had shown up. That made our journey to the dressing room that much easier. After Bill secured the room, he went to let Annie Liebowitz know that the star of the show had arrived. Michael and I sat down on a couch and helped ourselves to some complimentary fruit and baked goods.
“So, are you excited?”
“’Bout what?”
“The shoot!”
“Oh… Naw, not really. I can’t even count the number of times I’ve done this. It’s just routine now. Still don’t like it though.”
“Why not?”
“I dunno… I guess I just feel very exposed or something. This is not my element, so I don’t feel right, you know?”
“I can stay in here if you want? I mean, if you’re not that comfortable with it.”
“No, I want you there. It will prolly be more fun to know that you’re watching,” he said with a sheepish grin. “What should I tell people if they ask me who you are?” he asked.
A quick image of me tossing a wedding bouquet flashed before my eyes, but then a smile crept across my face. “Oh, I don’t know… you could tell them that I’m your… uhm…. fluffer?”
“What’s a ‘fluffer’?”
“It’s someone who keeps you…. Alert.”
“Oh, like a personal trainer or something?”
I just nodded andwas sure he was playing the fake innocent card again, so I just laughed and got of the couch. “Hey, I’m gonna go look for a restroom, ‘kay?”
“It’s my friend Ryan. He asked me to make this for his mother as a Christmas present.”
“Wow, it’s really beautiful. It looks almost exactly like the picture. You’re really talented!”
“Oh, it’s nothing…. It’s just something I enjoy doing from time to time.”
“Well, I think it’s something. Maybe you could do me one day?”
“Didn’t I do that last night?” he asked with a fake innocent look in his eyes.
“Oh my, aren’t we funny this morning, huh?” I responded and gave him a nudge in the ribs.
“Hey ouch, that hurt… I’m ALWAYS funny! Wait, is that mascara in your ear?”
“Alright alright, I get your point, I’ll go shower!” I got up and made my way out of the room and could still hear him laughing as I entered the bathroom.
“Don’t be too long, ‘cause we leave in 40 minutes.”
The set of the shoot was filled with people all running around trying to do their jobs, and they were apparently too busy to notice that Michael had shown up. That made our journey to the dressing room that much easier. After Bill secured the room, he went to let Annie Liebowitz know that the star of the show had arrived. Michael and I sat down on a couch and helped ourselves to some complimentary fruit and baked goods.
“So, are you excited?”
“’Bout what?”
“The shoot!”
“Oh… Naw, not really. I can’t even count the number of times I’ve done this. It’s just routine now. Still don’t like it though.”
“Why not?”
“I dunno… I guess I just feel very exposed or something. This is not my element, so I don’t feel right, you know?”
“I can stay in here if you want? I mean, if you’re not that comfortable with it.”
“No, I want you there. It will prolly be more fun to know that you’re watching,” he said with a sheepish grin. “What should I tell people if they ask me who you are?” he asked.
A quick image of me tossing a wedding bouquet flashed before my eyes, but then a smile crept across my face. “Oh, I don’t know… you could tell them that I’m your… uhm…. fluffer?”
“What’s a ‘fluffer’?”
“It’s someone who keeps you…. Alert.”
“Oh, like a personal trainer or something?”
I just nodded andwas sure he was playing the fake innocent card again, so I just laughed and got of the couch. “Hey, I’m gonna go look for a restroom, ‘kay?”
“Ok, I’ll get make-up in here so we can get the show on the road,” he said rolling his eyes.
When I returned from the bathroom, I stopped outside the dressing room door. I could hear a female voice cooing. “You’re so beautiful… Yes you are!….Yes you are!”
“Oh good” I thought to myself, “Someone brought their dog.” Since I loved dogs and all animals, I was excited, but what met my eyes when I opened the door, was not a dog. The being standing next to Michael applying make up could resemble a poodle, but it turned out to be a woman. She was kissing his cheek and throwing compliments left and right. If she continued to coo at him, he would turn into a freaggin’ pigeon! A sudden lightning bolt of jealousy shot through me as I quickly searched for something sharp, but the search was cut short.
“Hey you’re back… This is Karen, she does my make up.”
I walked over to them and politely extended my hand. “Hi, it’s nice to meet you.”
I tried my best to sound sincere, but almost wished I hadn’t when her only response was: “Yes. And who might you be? A lucky fan?”
“No, I’m Michael’s…”
Ididn’t get to finish before Michael interrupted. “She’s my fluffer!” He said very matter-of-factly.
Karen dropped her makeup brush in shock and my face turned completely red. I guess he wasn’t pretending not to know what it was after all. If looks could kill, I would have been dead 100 times by now. Karen’s eyes were fuming as she stared me down. Michael didn’t seem to understand what the heck was going on. He was busy flipping through a comic book, chewing on his Big Red.
The makeup artist regained her composure and bent down to pick up her brush. “Well, isn’t that nice. So has this been going on for a long time?”
“No not really… I just recently hired her. John helped me pick her out. When I saw her tape, I was sold.” I tried my absolute hardest to keep a straight face.
This was just too funny and Karen looked absolutely dumbfounded. “I see… Well, I certainly hope he pays you well.” The tone of her voice was icy as she turned to me.
“Oh, don’t worry… I get a BIG reward.” I used my hands to show her just how big my reward was. Her jaw dropped and for a second she just stood there.
Then she turned her attention back to Michael. “Michael, I think we’re gonna try some new makeup today. I’m suddenly in the mood for a change. What do you think?”
Michael just shrugged, still preoccupied with his book.
When she applied the makeup, I could tell it was about two tones off his normal skin tone. “Uhm, excuse me, but isn’t that colour a bit off?”
Again, if looks could kill… “Oh I’m sorry, are you an expert on the matter?” She answered in a sugary voice drenched with sarcasm.
“Uhm no! But I’m not blind either… Look, Lauren…”
“It’s Karen!” “Whatever… You’re making him look all pale!”
The exchange of words made Michael look up. “Is there a problem?”
Karen immediately made her voice nauseatingly sweet. I could practically feel me teeth go rotten.
“Oh no, not at all Michael. It’s just that, I’m trying to make you look your absolute best. And since I’ve known you for years--” She put an emphasis on the word “years” and looked my way as she said it – “I would think I know best. But it seems your little “friend” here has a different opinion.”
Michael took a long look in the mirror.
“Well Lau…Karen! It does look a bit off… Maybe we should just stick with the usual stuff, huh?”
I could have sworn steam was coming out of her ears. She looked ready to explode. “Well excuse me for doing my job. If you don’t like it, why don’t you have your little fluffer do it!” she raged, almost spitting out the words. She gave me the once over and then ran from the dressing room, slamming the door behind her.
Michael stood wide eyed. “Oh my God, what just happened? She has never talked to me like that before.” I just stood there, pretty amused of the whole situation. “Hey, maybe it’s that girly thing? You know that thing you have… You know like every month?” He almost whispered it.
“You mean her period?” He cringed and nodded.
“I dunno… Could be. But I think she’s jealous. I think she might have a crush on you.” I said in a teasing voice.
“Who Karen? No way!”
“Oh come on Michael! Don’t you hear the way she talks to you?”
“What? I think she’s just being nice.”
I rolled my eyes. It surprised me how a genius could be so dense at times.
“Oh no, who’s gonna do my makeup now?”
“Let me do it!”
“You think you can?”
“I can try… I do it to myself all the time, so it should be easy enough.”
“Alright then… I’m all yours. Work your magic!”
“Hey you’re back… This is Karen, she does my make up.”
I walked over to them and politely extended my hand. “Hi, it’s nice to meet you.”
I tried my best to sound sincere, but almost wished I hadn’t when her only response was: “Yes. And who might you be? A lucky fan?”
“No, I’m Michael’s…”
Ididn’t get to finish before Michael interrupted. “She’s my fluffer!” He said very matter-of-factly.
Karen dropped her makeup brush in shock and my face turned completely red. I guess he wasn’t pretending not to know what it was after all. If looks could kill, I would have been dead 100 times by now. Karen’s eyes were fuming as she stared me down. Michael didn’t seem to understand what the heck was going on. He was busy flipping through a comic book, chewing on his Big Red.
The makeup artist regained her composure and bent down to pick up her brush. “Well, isn’t that nice. So has this been going on for a long time?”
“No not really… I just recently hired her. John helped me pick her out. When I saw her tape, I was sold.” I tried my absolute hardest to keep a straight face.
This was just too funny and Karen looked absolutely dumbfounded. “I see… Well, I certainly hope he pays you well.” The tone of her voice was icy as she turned to me.
“Oh, don’t worry… I get a BIG reward.” I used my hands to show her just how big my reward was. Her jaw dropped and for a second she just stood there.
Then she turned her attention back to Michael. “Michael, I think we’re gonna try some new makeup today. I’m suddenly in the mood for a change. What do you think?”
Michael just shrugged, still preoccupied with his book.
When she applied the makeup, I could tell it was about two tones off his normal skin tone. “Uhm, excuse me, but isn’t that colour a bit off?”
Again, if looks could kill… “Oh I’m sorry, are you an expert on the matter?” She answered in a sugary voice drenched with sarcasm.
“Uhm no! But I’m not blind either… Look, Lauren…”
“It’s Karen!” “Whatever… You’re making him look all pale!”
The exchange of words made Michael look up. “Is there a problem?”
Karen immediately made her voice nauseatingly sweet. I could practically feel me teeth go rotten.
“Oh no, not at all Michael. It’s just that, I’m trying to make you look your absolute best. And since I’ve known you for years--” She put an emphasis on the word “years” and looked my way as she said it – “I would think I know best. But it seems your little “friend” here has a different opinion.”
Michael took a long look in the mirror.
“Well Lau…Karen! It does look a bit off… Maybe we should just stick with the usual stuff, huh?”
I could have sworn steam was coming out of her ears. She looked ready to explode. “Well excuse me for doing my job. If you don’t like it, why don’t you have your little fluffer do it!” she raged, almost spitting out the words. She gave me the once over and then ran from the dressing room, slamming the door behind her.
Michael stood wide eyed. “Oh my God, what just happened? She has never talked to me like that before.” I just stood there, pretty amused of the whole situation. “Hey, maybe it’s that girly thing? You know that thing you have… You know like every month?” He almost whispered it.
“You mean her period?” He cringed and nodded.
“I dunno… Could be. But I think she’s jealous. I think she might have a crush on you.” I said in a teasing voice.
“Who Karen? No way!”
“Oh come on Michael! Don’t you hear the way she talks to you?”
“What? I think she’s just being nice.”
I rolled my eyes. It surprised me how a genius could be so dense at times.
“Oh no, who’s gonna do my makeup now?”
“Let me do it!”
“You think you can?”
“I can try… I do it to myself all the time, so it should be easy enough.”
“Alright then… I’m all yours. Work your magic!”
Michael ended up looking really good, but to be honest, that wasn’t hard at all. After I had finished, he was dressed in the first set of clothes; a white tuxedo with a white top hat. He looked like the groom of my dreams.
He didn’t really move around a lot in that take. He just stood there, staring into the camera with those piercing pools of brown. A couple of times he caught my stare which made him blush, but even that made beautiful pictures. The entire set was quiet; the only sound came from the camera. Everyone was mesmerized by Michael: even the menand especially me! It was so hard not to have all kinds of naughty thoughts just by looking at him.
The next set was Michael in a regal-looking outfit with the boots he wore in the “Bad” video. The two things didn’t really match, but it was Michael, so it worked anyway. The only props were a set of mirrors. He had to look very serious, but every time he saw my reflection and noticed how I stared, he started giggling. Eventually he had to just look down not to get on the photographer’s nerves.
After the second shoot, it was lunch time. A huge spread had been set up on a long table and everyone gathered around it. I sat down next to Michael. I noticed Karen at the end of the table, sending daggers at me. I felt like sticking my tongue out at her, but instead I just gave her a victorious smile. The food was delicious, but I often forgot to eat because I couldn’t take my eyes of the man beside me. He was eating a drumstick, and his lips were shiny from the grease. When he licked it off, I couldn’t control a big sigh. He turned his head and looked at me.
“You ok?”
“Yes it’s just that uhm… You…” He lifted a glass of orange juice to his lips while I leaned in close to his ear and let my hand gently grace his crotch under the table. “…make me horny!”
Michael almost choked on his juice making everyone look at him. His cheeks were beet red.
“Sorry… Wrong pipe.” The people around us still looked a bit puzzled, but they went back to their food and paid us no more attention. Michael gave me a look that said “You’re so bad!”
I responded with a look of complete innocence. I wasn’t hungry any more. At least not for food…
I had to find an excuse to get him alone for a while. I noticed Michael had spilled some juice on his pants.
“Michael, you spilled on your pants… We should go clean it. Like right now, before it stains.”
“Oh, no it’s ok… I’ll just buy new ones. It’s no problem.”
I rolled my eyes. Did he really need me to spell it for him? I guess so…I leaned in once again and squeezed his thigh. “I want you… NOW!”
“What? Here?” He whispered surprised.
“Well, we can do it here if you want, but that might be to obvious, don’t you think?” I responded with a mischievous grin.
He chuckled and nodded. “But people will notice if we leave and they’ll talk!”
“Michael, people will talk no matter what you do. Now, we must leave soon or I might just have to take you right here in front of all these people after all!” He looked around to see if anyone was looking and tried to contain a huge smile, but everyone seemed to be preoccupied so he gave me an “ok” nod.
We got up and left rather quickly and probably not as unnoticeable after all, but I didn’t care. Michael didn’t dare to look back. I could feel a pair of eyes burning into my back, and this time I couldn’t help myself; I quickly turned my head and stuck out my tongue…. Damn, that felt good!
We walked down a few dark hallways looking for some privacy. Michael was scared that someone might see us, but that was not my concern. I just wanted him…When walking down a third hallway, we passed a huge room that caught my attention; the room with the mirrors!
I pulled at Michael’s arm to make him stop and quickly yanked him inside. I walked over to the mirrors and turned around. “I like this room. I’ll be able to see you in various delicious angles. Now close the door and get over here!”
He was smiling at me like I was crazy but went to close the door anyway.
“Uhm… there’s no door! Now what?”
“Now what what?”
“What if someone comes in?”
“Come on… We’re far away from the others. Besides, we can prolly hear them coming. Now get over here!”
“I swear, you’re going to be the end of my good and innocent name.”
“Is that right Mr. Crotch grabber?” We both laughed.
He came over to me and took a hold of my arms and looked directly into me eyes. “Damn right it’s right!” His face came inches of mine.
“Well, maybe it would help if I gave you a blowjob?” I said in a low whisper. His eyes grew big, but then his lips turned into a sly smile.
“It’s a start!” With that promise of more to come, I guided Michael towards the mirrors and turned his back against them. I leaned in and kissed him slowly while removing his jacket. After that was discarded, I went down on my knees.
The next set was Michael in a regal-looking outfit with the boots he wore in the “Bad” video. The two things didn’t really match, but it was Michael, so it worked anyway. The only props were a set of mirrors. He had to look very serious, but every time he saw my reflection and noticed how I stared, he started giggling. Eventually he had to just look down not to get on the photographer’s nerves.
After the second shoot, it was lunch time. A huge spread had been set up on a long table and everyone gathered around it. I sat down next to Michael. I noticed Karen at the end of the table, sending daggers at me. I felt like sticking my tongue out at her, but instead I just gave her a victorious smile. The food was delicious, but I often forgot to eat because I couldn’t take my eyes of the man beside me. He was eating a drumstick, and his lips were shiny from the grease. When he licked it off, I couldn’t control a big sigh. He turned his head and looked at me.
“You ok?”
“Yes it’s just that uhm… You…” He lifted a glass of orange juice to his lips while I leaned in close to his ear and let my hand gently grace his crotch under the table. “…make me horny!”
Michael almost choked on his juice making everyone look at him. His cheeks were beet red.
“Sorry… Wrong pipe.” The people around us still looked a bit puzzled, but they went back to their food and paid us no more attention. Michael gave me a look that said “You’re so bad!”
I responded with a look of complete innocence. I wasn’t hungry any more. At least not for food…
I had to find an excuse to get him alone for a while. I noticed Michael had spilled some juice on his pants.
“Michael, you spilled on your pants… We should go clean it. Like right now, before it stains.”
“Oh, no it’s ok… I’ll just buy new ones. It’s no problem.”
I rolled my eyes. Did he really need me to spell it for him? I guess so…I leaned in once again and squeezed his thigh. “I want you… NOW!”
“What? Here?” He whispered surprised.
“Well, we can do it here if you want, but that might be to obvious, don’t you think?” I responded with a mischievous grin.
He chuckled and nodded. “But people will notice if we leave and they’ll talk!”
“Michael, people will talk no matter what you do. Now, we must leave soon or I might just have to take you right here in front of all these people after all!” He looked around to see if anyone was looking and tried to contain a huge smile, but everyone seemed to be preoccupied so he gave me an “ok” nod.
We got up and left rather quickly and probably not as unnoticeable after all, but I didn’t care. Michael didn’t dare to look back. I could feel a pair of eyes burning into my back, and this time I couldn’t help myself; I quickly turned my head and stuck out my tongue…. Damn, that felt good!
We walked down a few dark hallways looking for some privacy. Michael was scared that someone might see us, but that was not my concern. I just wanted him…When walking down a third hallway, we passed a huge room that caught my attention; the room with the mirrors!
I pulled at Michael’s arm to make him stop and quickly yanked him inside. I walked over to the mirrors and turned around. “I like this room. I’ll be able to see you in various delicious angles. Now close the door and get over here!”
He was smiling at me like I was crazy but went to close the door anyway.
“Uhm… there’s no door! Now what?”
“Now what what?”
“What if someone comes in?”
“Come on… We’re far away from the others. Besides, we can prolly hear them coming. Now get over here!”
“I swear, you’re going to be the end of my good and innocent name.”
“Is that right Mr. Crotch grabber?” We both laughed.
He came over to me and took a hold of my arms and looked directly into me eyes. “Damn right it’s right!” His face came inches of mine.
“Well, maybe it would help if I gave you a blowjob?” I said in a low whisper. His eyes grew big, but then his lips turned into a sly smile.
“It’s a start!” With that promise of more to come, I guided Michael towards the mirrors and turned his back against them. I leaned in and kissed him slowly while removing his jacket. After that was discarded, I went down on my knees.
“Do you have any damn idea how hot it was to watch you today? I was going out of my mind!” I was rubbing the front of his pants where something big was growing.
“Did you find it hot to have me watching?” I made my strokes harder.
He bit down on his lip and just mumbled something that sounded like “yes.”
I used my tongue to outline his shape and in the meantime started working on his zipper. His pants fell to the floor. “You say I’m bad! You’re not wearing underwear, and you’re in public!” I laughed pleasantly surprised.
“Well, sometimes I work better without.” He said with a giggle.
“You won’t hear me complaining…” His soldier was at attention, and I licked it from root to tip like a popsicle.
Michael’s head fell back and he rested his body against the mirrors. He put his hand on the top of my head as I engulfed as much of him as I could.
I had hardly started before we heard voices. Michael immediately tensed up.
“’Ey Michael, where are you?”
“Oh doody, it’s Frank!”
He had panic in his eyes, but I fell apart laughing. “Did you just say ‘doody’? Damn Michael, you’re just too cute sometimes.” I was still on my knees and Michael was frantically pulling up his pants. His pained expression as he tried to hide away a fully awake Mike Junior only made me laugh even more.
“C’mon, you’re not helping here! Frank is coming!”
I finally rose to my feet and handed Michael his jacket and tried my best to make him look less guilty.
Just as I finished buttoning his last button, Frank appeared in the doorway.
“There you are! I’ve been looking everywhere! What are you doing?”
We both looked like children who had been caught with our hands in the cookie jar. “Nothin’.” We answered simultaneously.
Frank shook his head as if thinking “Yeah, right!”
“Michael, they need a few more frames of you in that suit. Something with the negatives or some shit, ‘kay? I’ll go get the photographer.
Stay here!”
Michael nodded, and when Frank turned around to leave, Michael let out a sigh of relief.
But before he left he turned around. “Oh and Mike?”
“Yes?” “You might wanna zip up before the others get here, huh?” He winked at him and finally left.
When we were alone once again, we looked at each other and after a few seconds, we began laughing like crazy.
One would have thought the day would go on without any further embarrassments, but no. The photographer and the lighting crew came back and started setting up the equipment once again. Michael’s costume guy was adjusting Michael’s outfit and everything seemed to be normal. Well, that was until…
One of the assistants to the photographer was over by the mirrors, making sure they were in the right place. He looked down and noticed something. “Hey, does anyone have some window cleaner or something? Someone left two round spots on here.”
Michael and I made eye contact. He had once again taken the shade of a beet root, and I was trying my very best to look like I was just as surprised about the mysterious stains as the others in the room. We then looked over at Frank who was looking incredibly amused.
“It kinda looks like an ass print, doesn’t it?” He said, giving Michael and me a hard time.
“I wonder whose ass it is? Well, anyway, I’ll go find something to clean it with.”
The entire crew was laughing.
He looked at Michael on his way out, laughing and shaking his head.
I had hardly started before we heard voices. Michael immediately tensed up.
“’Ey Michael, where are you?”
“Oh doody, it’s Frank!”
He had panic in his eyes, but I fell apart laughing. “Did you just say ‘doody’? Damn Michael, you’re just too cute sometimes.” I was still on my knees and Michael was frantically pulling up his pants. His pained expression as he tried to hide away a fully awake Mike Junior only made me laugh even more.
“C’mon, you’re not helping here! Frank is coming!”
I finally rose to my feet and handed Michael his jacket and tried my best to make him look less guilty.
Just as I finished buttoning his last button, Frank appeared in the doorway.
“There you are! I’ve been looking everywhere! What are you doing?”
We both looked like children who had been caught with our hands in the cookie jar. “Nothin’.” We answered simultaneously.
Frank shook his head as if thinking “Yeah, right!”
“Michael, they need a few more frames of you in that suit. Something with the negatives or some shit, ‘kay? I’ll go get the photographer.
Stay here!”
Michael nodded, and when Frank turned around to leave, Michael let out a sigh of relief.
But before he left he turned around. “Oh and Mike?”
“Yes?” “You might wanna zip up before the others get here, huh?” He winked at him and finally left.
When we were alone once again, we looked at each other and after a few seconds, we began laughing like crazy.
One would have thought the day would go on without any further embarrassments, but no. The photographer and the lighting crew came back and started setting up the equipment once again. Michael’s costume guy was adjusting Michael’s outfit and everything seemed to be normal. Well, that was until…
One of the assistants to the photographer was over by the mirrors, making sure they were in the right place. He looked down and noticed something. “Hey, does anyone have some window cleaner or something? Someone left two round spots on here.”
Michael and I made eye contact. He had once again taken the shade of a beet root, and I was trying my very best to look like I was just as surprised about the mysterious stains as the others in the room. We then looked over at Frank who was looking incredibly amused.
“It kinda looks like an ass print, doesn’t it?” He said, giving Michael and me a hard time.
“I wonder whose ass it is? Well, anyway, I’ll go find something to clean it with.”
The entire crew was laughing.
He looked at Michael on his way out, laughing and shaking his head.
Chapter fifteen
If I thought the previous two shoots tickled my womb, the third one made it explode.
Michael was casually dressed in black jeans, a white tee, and a white shirt, but it was like he wasn’t feeling it. Annie kept telling him to show her sexy and fierce, but I could tell he had a hard time relaxing. Unlike the other two shoots where he was basically standing still, he had to move around and dance in this one. I knew he didn’t see the sexiness in himself and therefore it was hard to portray on film, especially with all these people standing around ogling him.
When Annie told him to give it to her for the tenth time, he sighed and hung his head low. He walked over to Frank and whispered something in his ear. Frank nodded and cleared his throat.
“Ok everyone, it’s time to clear the room.” He said loudly. “Come one, you can see the pictures when they get published.”
I made my way to the exit with the others, but Michael came from behind and grabbed me by the arm; unfortunately Karen was right behind me and she stopped to hear what he had to say. “Please, you can stay. The others were just making me uncomfortable.”
I heard someone snort in disgust and then felt something bumping into my shoulder. A fluff of blond hair walked past me, and I couldn’t help but feel a great deal of satisfaction.
The only people in the room now were me, Annie Liebowitz, and a few of her assistants. “Now, lets’ try this again shall we? Michael, give me sexy, give me fierce. I want people to feel you. I want people to want you. You catch my drift?”
Michael nodded. He had instructed me to start the CD player on his mark, and when he gave me the good to go, I pressed play. Janet’s “Rhythm Nation” pounded through the speakers, and suddenly Michael was in his zone. He seemed to forget where he was, and his stage persona took over. The same electricity I felt at the concert once again shot through me. Michael did his spins, the toe stand, and the ripping of the shirt followed by that incredibly sexy pout, all accompanied by the blow of a big fan, all adding to his sexiness. It took me back to the night before, and shivers rushed down my spine. He bit his bottom lip and looked sexy and aggressive. It was an image I had seen many times when he had thrust himself into me with animalistic force.
The tingling between my legs got more and more intense. I had felt sexually pent up all day, and the fact that Frank had interrupted what was eventually going to be my release, bugged the hell out of me. I had a hard time standing still, so I crossed my legs and squeezed my thighs together, applying much-needed pressure to my nub of pleasure, and closed my eyes for a moment.
I was startled when someone tapped my shoulder. It was one of the assistants. “Hey, you need to use the bathroom or something?” Shit! I thought about actually going, to relieve the pressure instead of accidentally having an orgasm in the middle of the shoot, but instead I just shook my head and smiled awkwardly. The assistant shrugged his shoulders and went about his business. I untwined my legs and sat down on the floor, making sure my thighs were miles apart.
The shoot went on for another hour or so and by the time Annie called out saying it was a wrap, I was breathing like I had just run a marathon. I felt flushed and dizzy, and when I tried to stand up, I was a bit wobbly on my feet. I leaned against the wall and noticed Michael coming my way. He was skipping along, sucking on a lollipop like a happy kid and as always, he brought a smile to my face.
“So, how was I? I felt better when all those people left. Could you tell?”
I could tell he was excited. I wanted to answer, but my mouth felt dry, so I just nodded.
He furrowed his brow and looked a bit concerned. “Hey, are you ok? You look all red ‘n stuff. Can I get you anything? Maybe Water?”
I swallowed and took a hold of his shoulders and stared into his questioning eyes. “No Michael, I don’t want water… There’s only one thing I need right now: YOU! Dammit, watching you like that… I’m gonna go insane if you don’t touch me soon!”
Michael looked around, scared someone might have heard since I didn’t exactly whisper. “Ok, I’ll go get my stuff, and we’ll get outta here, ‘kay? We’ll be at Neverland in a few hours.”
He turned around and motioned to leave, but I quickly yanked him back. “I can’t wait two hours!” And with that I dragged him along trying to find somewhere private where Frank or anyone else wouldn’t suddenly show up, but to no avail. There were people everywhere packing things up. Fuck!
I noticed the exit sign glowing green above a big door. Wasn’t green the color of hope? Maybe there was hope on the other side of that door?--Hope of a mind-blowing, long-overdue, orgasm that is.
I could hear Michael laughing behind me so I turned around. “What?”
He took the lollipop out if his mouth to answer. “This is funny. It’s like a James Bond movie where we have to find and diffuse a bomb before it explodes.”
“You hit the nail on the head on that one, Mister, now hustle!”
He stuck the lolli back in and did as told.
The door let out to the parking lot behind the building and it was filled with cars. As far as I could see there was no one around. “Hey, where is yours?”
Michael scoured the lot for a few seconds. “Ah, there it is.” He said and pointed towards a big, black stretch limo.
The tingling between my legs got more and more intense. I had felt sexually pent up all day, and the fact that Frank had interrupted what was eventually going to be my release, bugged the hell out of me. I had a hard time standing still, so I crossed my legs and squeezed my thighs together, applying much-needed pressure to my nub of pleasure, and closed my eyes for a moment.
I was startled when someone tapped my shoulder. It was one of the assistants. “Hey, you need to use the bathroom or something?” Shit! I thought about actually going, to relieve the pressure instead of accidentally having an orgasm in the middle of the shoot, but instead I just shook my head and smiled awkwardly. The assistant shrugged his shoulders and went about his business. I untwined my legs and sat down on the floor, making sure my thighs were miles apart.
The shoot went on for another hour or so and by the time Annie called out saying it was a wrap, I was breathing like I had just run a marathon. I felt flushed and dizzy, and when I tried to stand up, I was a bit wobbly on my feet. I leaned against the wall and noticed Michael coming my way. He was skipping along, sucking on a lollipop like a happy kid and as always, he brought a smile to my face.
“So, how was I? I felt better when all those people left. Could you tell?”
I could tell he was excited. I wanted to answer, but my mouth felt dry, so I just nodded.
He furrowed his brow and looked a bit concerned. “Hey, are you ok? You look all red ‘n stuff. Can I get you anything? Maybe Water?”
I swallowed and took a hold of his shoulders and stared into his questioning eyes. “No Michael, I don’t want water… There’s only one thing I need right now: YOU! Dammit, watching you like that… I’m gonna go insane if you don’t touch me soon!”
Michael looked around, scared someone might have heard since I didn’t exactly whisper. “Ok, I’ll go get my stuff, and we’ll get outta here, ‘kay? We’ll be at Neverland in a few hours.”
He turned around and motioned to leave, but I quickly yanked him back. “I can’t wait two hours!” And with that I dragged him along trying to find somewhere private where Frank or anyone else wouldn’t suddenly show up, but to no avail. There were people everywhere packing things up. Fuck!
I noticed the exit sign glowing green above a big door. Wasn’t green the color of hope? Maybe there was hope on the other side of that door?--Hope of a mind-blowing, long-overdue, orgasm that is.
I could hear Michael laughing behind me so I turned around. “What?”
He took the lollipop out if his mouth to answer. “This is funny. It’s like a James Bond movie where we have to find and diffuse a bomb before it explodes.”
“You hit the nail on the head on that one, Mister, now hustle!”
He stuck the lolli back in and did as told.
The door let out to the parking lot behind the building and it was filled with cars. As far as I could see there was no one around. “Hey, where is yours?”
Michael scoured the lot for a few seconds. “Ah, there it is.” He said and pointed towards a big, black stretch limo.
“Good, that’s our destination then.” Once inside I immediately straddled him. “Oh my word, I’ve never felt like this before!”
“Like what?” He asked.
“I’ve never had my body crave another human being this intensely before. You do something to me, you know that? Like… I dunno… You give out this powerful magnetism and everything you do is sexy to me; the way you walk, the way you talk… Even the way you eat. I know you don’t see yourself as “sexy,” but lemme tell ya: You are SEX! And the sexiest part about that is you don’t even know it.”
He looked a little embarrassed, but flattered none the less. “Gee… Well, thanks. No one has ever called me “sex” before. Kinda ironic isn’t it?” He said and blushed.
“Well, I’m sure if we go ask Karen, she’ll tell you the same thing.” I said and winked.
“Ew, stop it… You’re creeping me out!” He was laughing now but I quickly silenced him with a kiss.
He tasted like his strawberry flavoured lollipop. I deepened the kiss, twirling my tongue around his in an intense tango. I didn’t have time to come up for air, so my heart rate was steadily climbing. My hands were caressing his bare chest, gently squeezing his nipples, which made him flinch, but also made him let out a moan of pleasure. His hand was up under my shirt roaming around on my back and he was pushing his crotch up towards mine, applying a much-welcomed pressure. He found the hook of my bra in the front and popped it open. I sat up straight, breaking away from the kiss, and to his amazement managed to take of my bra without removing my shirt.
I found his mouth once more, and he started moving his hips in a circle, making it hard for me to see straight. His hand was greedily kneading my breasts. His other hand was still holding on to his candy.
I was about to start opening his pants, but he grabbed me by the waist and moved me to the seat across from where we were and placed me there. He looked mischievous; I couldn’t wait to see what he had in store for me. He was on the floor on his knees, in between mine. He pulled me closer to him, but not as close as I wanted to be. The pressure on my clit was gone and I missed in. With the lollipop now back in his mouth, he pulled my shirt off and took a moment to enjoy the view.
My chest was heaving from our intense make out session and I felt a bit light headed, so I leaned my head back and closed my eyes. A few seconds later my eyes popped open as something sticky made contact with my nipple. I looked down and found Michael caressing me with his lollipop. My sensitive skin stuck to the red candy and it tickled when Michael moved it around in circles.
He put his mouth on me and licked my nipple clean. “Mmmm, you taste like strawberry now.” His voice had dropped an octave. The lolli was back in his mouth and his warm hands traced my stomach down to my pants which he swiftly unbuttoned and discarded. The only piece of clothing on me now was my panties. His hands went down my thighs to my knees and gently prodded my legs further apart. I was unable to speak; I just watched. A few times I forgot to breathe…
His hands went upwards once again and stopped at my hips, his thumbs tickling the sensitive skin on either side of my throbbing opening. He looked at me and smiled. “Sorry to have made you wait.” And with that, his head went down. I could feel his finger touching me through the fabric, outlining my every inch. I was squirming in my seat, hungry for more. When his tongue finally made contact I arched my back in pleasure. The pressure was very light and almost non-existant, but very intoxicating.
I felt woozy as he continued his sweet torture. His finger kept on tracing my creases ever so gently and his divine tongue kept up its unfair play. I could already feel the warmth spreading from my toes to the top of my head and to my womb, indicating an impending release in the very near future. I was surprised since he had hardly touched me. His touch was more an indication, a way to show how to, without actually doing it. Maybe it was the monotony of it that did the trick; round and round, and up and down.
The buzz in my lower regions became stronger and stronger, and my breath became a heavy panting, soon accompanied with me moaning his name. I was near the edge and I wanted to throw myself over it… Closer….Closer… I could see the dark, welcoming waters below me, and I got ready to jump. “Oh Michael… I’m close baby! Fuck, what are you doing to me?!”
I was readying my body for the big splash when someone suddenly pulled me back. I opened my eyes and saw Michael looking at me with a smirk. “What the hell! Why are you stopping?”
He didn’t answer. Instead he just pulled my panties off. They were so wet you could wring them out. After throwing them over his shoulder, he spoke. “I got interrupted today too, remember?”
“Yeah well, that was Frank’s fault.” I said with agony in my voice.
“True, but who put me in that position? And who made me leave an ass print for all to see?” He was trying to sound stern, but lust made his voice quiver.
“Me.” I answered, guilty as charged, and bashed my lashes at him.
“You are quite right my dear… So therefore I must stop now. It’s only fair, right?”
I was about to throw a fit when suddenly, I was penetrated by his long index finger. The motion and the sudden feel of him caught me totally of guard. I threw my head back and let out a whimper. He leaned in and I could feel his burning hot breath on my equally burning hot skin.
“I was only kidding.” He whispered and kissed me on the cheek…
Yeah, I got that….
He sat back on his knees and started moving his finger in a slow circular motion and gently massaging my clit with his thumb. This was getting so good. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and spread my legs a little more. I knew Michael was watching me. I had noticed that he liked doing that; looking at what he was doing, almost as if it fascinated him. So I decided to give him a little more to look at and started touching my breasts, pinching my nipples. The circular motion of his finger became faster and when I carefully peeked out at him, I noticed him stroking the front of his pants. I couldn’t wait to have him inside of me.
Suddenly he pulled out his finger and I once again felt something sticky on me. I knew he was using his lollipop again and a smile crept across my face and Michael noticed and let out a barely audible giggle.
The hard red tip made contact with my swollen centre of desire. I let out a sigh as it played across my sensitive mound and danced down my labia. I sighed once again, this time in surprise, when he slipped it inside of me. He rubbed the stick between his fingers, making the candy twirl around very rapidly sending pleasurable sensations through my core.
Michael kept this up while leaning in and kissing my clit and lapping up the sweet taste left behind by the lolli. When he thought me sufficiently clean, he took my clit between his lips and started sucking on it, gently at first, but then harder and harder.
The warm feeling in my toes once again started travelling upwards. My limbs started to feel numb, and the only feeling I could sense was the one he applied. The insane twirling inside of me and the suction on my button made my breath shallow and fast. My eyes rolled back in my head and I could feel the spasms approaching.
“Oh shit, I’m so close… keep it up just like that!... If you pull away now, Michael, I swear….”
I didn’t get to finish as a wave of pure bliss washed over me, and the blood in my veins went up several degrees. The butterflies that had been flapping around in my womb were released, and they sent tingling sensations throughout my entire body. My toes curled up as the orgasm washed over me and I held my breath until it was over. As the waves subsided, I turned into a puddle and slumped back in the seat. I felt blissful as I lazily opened my eyes.
Michael was looking at me, innocently sucking on the lollipop. “Guess you didn’t expect that, huh?” He mused. I shook my head and reached for him, and he pulled me up to a sitting position. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my hands around his neck.
“Nice little trick you had up your sleeve, Mikey… But uhm… It wasn’t quite big enough. You catch my drift?”
He smiled and nodded and the lollipop went the same way as my panties; over his shoulders. He found my mouth and kissed me deeply and passionately. I could taste myself mixed with the taste of strawberries.
His hands went down and undid his pants, revealing that he still wasn’t wearing underwear. He slid them down without removing them completely. He took his dick in his hand and guided it towards my dripping went entrance. He lubricated his steel with my juices and slowly began proceeding inside. Michael broke away from the kiss and looked down, licking his lips. The fact that, he found the act of sex so exciting and intriguing to look at only made me hornier. He looked like a starving man drooling over a delicious meal. I joined his gaze and watched as his entire length disappeared into my cave. I was still amazed that I could fit such a mass, and my walls still struggled to accommodate to the intrusion. It was a wonderful feeling, and I knew that in a few seconds, it would be pure ecstasy.
When Michael had pushed himself gently all the way in, he let out a groan of relief and exhaled deeply like he had been holding his breath. I untangled my legs from his waist, leaned back and opened my legs as much as I could, and Michael took a hold of my hips and started moving. It wasn’t long before he gained speed and was ramming into me. Every so often he would stop, pull himself all the way out take a few slow strokes, but soon my body was once again violently moving to the beat of his drum.
I could only imagine how it must have looked to those who walked past the limo, and Michael was now adding noise to it to. His high pitch moans blended with my pleading for him to go faster. He reached up and groped my jumping breasts.
“Michael, I’m close… Are you close?” I asked in between thrusts.
He bit his lower lip and nodded.
“Give it to me baby… Now!”
He still didn’t speak, just shook his head. Then he quickly pulled out and sat down on the opposite seat, his penis resting huge and firm against his hard abs. It was a beautiful sight. His long sensual finger motioned me to come over. I was about to straddle him front to front, but he shook is head and turned me around. He took me in a firm grip; I let him be in control.
The tip of his penis was right below my wet entrance, and I could feel it. I wanted nothing more than to cover it with my body, but Michael was the boss now. Ever so slowly he pulled me down on him. My legs were closed in between his, making the sensation of our joining more intense. I could feel his breath on my back hot and fast.
His entire length was inside me now, and I thought he was about to pull out again, but instead he just lifted me a few inches off him and held me there. Then he started moving, faster and faster. I only moved when my ass hit his pelvis, because he held me completely still. Where he got the strength from I have no idea.
He started moving his hips from side to side, hitting all sorts of different places inside of me, and I could feel the butterflies starting to flap again. My body felt hot all over, and I knew I was close once again.
He bit his lower lip and nodded.
“Give it to me baby… Now!”
He still didn’t speak, just shook his head. Then he quickly pulled out and sat down on the opposite seat, his penis resting huge and firm against his hard abs. It was a beautiful sight. His long sensual finger motioned me to come over. I was about to straddle him front to front, but he shook is head and turned me around. He took me in a firm grip; I let him be in control.
The tip of his penis was right below my wet entrance, and I could feel it. I wanted nothing more than to cover it with my body, but Michael was the boss now. Ever so slowly he pulled me down on him. My legs were closed in between his, making the sensation of our joining more intense. I could feel his breath on my back hot and fast.
His entire length was inside me now, and I thought he was about to pull out again, but instead he just lifted me a few inches off him and held me there. Then he started moving, faster and faster. I only moved when my ass hit his pelvis, because he held me completely still. Where he got the strength from I have no idea.
He started moving his hips from side to side, hitting all sorts of different places inside of me, and I could feel the butterflies starting to flap again. My body felt hot all over, and I knew I was close once again.
“Gooood Michael, I’m cuming… Cum with me, please!”
Breathlessly he replied “ok” and started moving even faster than before.
My clit was tickled, and I could feel the familiar numbness sneaking through me. I threw my head back as the orgasm hit. A few seconds later Michael let out a roar and slammed me roughly down on him and pinning me while he came with all his might. I could feel his penis convulsing within me as my walls massaged it. As the feeling subsided, he let go of his grip.
Michael pulled me back and wrapped his arms around me and nuzzled his nose against my neck. We sat like that for a while, calming down. But it wasn’t long before a knock on the window brought us back.
“Mr. Jackson? You in there?” It was the driver.
Michael’s voice sounded strained as he frantically answered. “Yes I’m here, but don’t open the door, ‘kay!”
“Ok Sir. Just wanted to make sure everything was ok. Uhm, when will you be ready to leave, Sir?”
“Uhm, just give me 10 minutes, ‘kay?”
“Sure thing, Sir.”
10 minutes later we were on our way back to Neverland. The limo smelled of sex, but hopefully the driver wouldn’t notice or at least have the courtesy not to mention it. I was feeling tired; the good kind of tired, so I rested my head against Michael’s shoulder.
“I had fun today Michael. I’m glad you let me tag along.”
He kissed the top of my head and squeezed my hand. “I had fun too… And I think it’s safe to say that this was the funnest photo shoot ever!” He chuckled.
“Hey, maybe you should come on tour with me… Make that more fun too.”
“But Michael, what about my work?”
“You work for me, right? I can place you where ever I want to you know. You can work as my personal road-maid or something.”
“’Road-maid?’ How can I say no to that?” I chuckled.
“Good, you’re coming with me then.” He sounded satisfied and kissed our entwined hands.
“Road maid, hm….” I thought to myself as I struggled to keep my eyes open. I dozed off with the happy vision of me and Michael visiting exciting places together. It would be wonderful…
“Bill, Bill, I think she’s waking up!” I could feel somebody gently slapping my cheek. “Hey, can you hear me? Please, please wake up!” A soft voice was pleading with me.
I tried to open my eyes, but they felt heavy. When I finally managed to crack them open a little, I was blinded by the sun. Then a human form blocked the powerful rays. I still felt disoriented and tried to focus. I blinked a couple of times, and then I saw the most beautiful brown eyes looking at me with concern. It was Michael. Why was I on the ground? What had happened?
I propped up on my elbow and took a look around. I was outside my cottage, and Michael and an older gentleman were kneeling beside me; I guess he was the one called Bill. Had I seen him somewhere before?
“Hey take it easy ok? Let me help you.” Michael stood up and helped me to stand. My legs felt a little wobbly, but he held on to me tightly.
“What happened?” I asked.
Michael stepped in front of me and took a hold of my shoulders, his eyes locking with mine. “You fainted.”
I still didn’t understand. “Fainted? What do you mean?”
“You don’t remember?”
I shook my head.
“Oh boy… Uhm, ok. Well I was coming over, you know to say hi, and I startled you and you started choking on your sandwich. I did the Heimlich thing and got the piece of food out. But then you passed out. I’m so sorry!”
“Oh… Oh, don’t be sorry. It wasn’t your fault… Besides, I’m fine now I guess.”
Bill came over and tapped Michael’s shoulder. He was still holding on to me. “You kids ok now? Should I still call the paramedics?” They both looked at me.
“No, it’s ok… I’m fine. Honest… But thanks.”
Bill nodded and gave Michael a slap on the back. “You just let me know if you need anything.” And then he was on his way.
Michael realised he was still clenching my shoulders and quickly let go, looking embarrassed. “So uhm… I’m really glad you’re ok. You are ok right?”
“Yes thank you, I’m just fine. A bit confused, but fine. How long was I out?”
“15 minutes I think. Had you not opened your eyes when you did, we would have called 911.”
“So it was all a dream!” I said to myself.
“Pardon?” “Oh it’s just…I had the strangest dream. Actually it was pretty good.”
“Oh, care to share?”
I felt my face turn red and my stomach flip. “Uhm… Maybe some other time?”
Michael just shrugged his shoulders and smiled.
A few awkward moments of silence followed.
“So, you said you were coming over to say hi?”
“Oh right, yes… I just wanted to say hi and welcome. So hi…”
He extended his hand and I took it. “Hi back. Nice to meet you.”
We smiled at each other. “Uhm, so do you wanna sit down or do you have somewhere to be?” I asked, hoping he could stay.
“Nope, I’m all yours.” He beamed.
“Great… I’ll be right back.”
I was smiling from ear to ear as I went to get him a chair…
~~The End…for now~~
I will be taking a break from updating California Dreaming. Perhaps I will return to the story in the future, but for now, I would like to try other things. I have really enjoyed working on this story and would like to thank everyone who read the story and those of you who left comments on this and other forums regarding the characters and their exploits. In the meantime, please visit my other complete story My Rendezvous With History here on Planet Jackson.
--Tholstrup83, September 11, 2010
Michael pulled me back and wrapped his arms around me and nuzzled his nose against my neck. We sat like that for a while, calming down. But it wasn’t long before a knock on the window brought us back.
“Mr. Jackson? You in there?” It was the driver.
Michael’s voice sounded strained as he frantically answered. “Yes I’m here, but don’t open the door, ‘kay!”
“Ok Sir. Just wanted to make sure everything was ok. Uhm, when will you be ready to leave, Sir?”
“Uhm, just give me 10 minutes, ‘kay?”
“Sure thing, Sir.”
10 minutes later we were on our way back to Neverland. The limo smelled of sex, but hopefully the driver wouldn’t notice or at least have the courtesy not to mention it. I was feeling tired; the good kind of tired, so I rested my head against Michael’s shoulder.
“I had fun today Michael. I’m glad you let me tag along.”
He kissed the top of my head and squeezed my hand. “I had fun too… And I think it’s safe to say that this was the funnest photo shoot ever!” He chuckled.
“Hey, maybe you should come on tour with me… Make that more fun too.”
“But Michael, what about my work?”
“You work for me, right? I can place you where ever I want to you know. You can work as my personal road-maid or something.”
“’Road-maid?’ How can I say no to that?” I chuckled.
“Good, you’re coming with me then.” He sounded satisfied and kissed our entwined hands.
“Road maid, hm….” I thought to myself as I struggled to keep my eyes open. I dozed off with the happy vision of me and Michael visiting exciting places together. It would be wonderful…
“Bill, Bill, I think she’s waking up!” I could feel somebody gently slapping my cheek. “Hey, can you hear me? Please, please wake up!” A soft voice was pleading with me.
I tried to open my eyes, but they felt heavy. When I finally managed to crack them open a little, I was blinded by the sun. Then a human form blocked the powerful rays. I still felt disoriented and tried to focus. I blinked a couple of times, and then I saw the most beautiful brown eyes looking at me with concern. It was Michael. Why was I on the ground? What had happened?
I propped up on my elbow and took a look around. I was outside my cottage, and Michael and an older gentleman were kneeling beside me; I guess he was the one called Bill. Had I seen him somewhere before?
“Hey take it easy ok? Let me help you.” Michael stood up and helped me to stand. My legs felt a little wobbly, but he held on to me tightly.
“What happened?” I asked.
Michael stepped in front of me and took a hold of my shoulders, his eyes locking with mine. “You fainted.”
I still didn’t understand. “Fainted? What do you mean?”
“You don’t remember?”
I shook my head.
“Oh boy… Uhm, ok. Well I was coming over, you know to say hi, and I startled you and you started choking on your sandwich. I did the Heimlich thing and got the piece of food out. But then you passed out. I’m so sorry!”
“Oh… Oh, don’t be sorry. It wasn’t your fault… Besides, I’m fine now I guess.”
Bill came over and tapped Michael’s shoulder. He was still holding on to me. “You kids ok now? Should I still call the paramedics?” They both looked at me.
“No, it’s ok… I’m fine. Honest… But thanks.”
Bill nodded and gave Michael a slap on the back. “You just let me know if you need anything.” And then he was on his way.
Michael realised he was still clenching my shoulders and quickly let go, looking embarrassed. “So uhm… I’m really glad you’re ok. You are ok right?”
“Yes thank you, I’m just fine. A bit confused, but fine. How long was I out?”
“15 minutes I think. Had you not opened your eyes when you did, we would have called 911.”
“So it was all a dream!” I said to myself.
“Pardon?” “Oh it’s just…I had the strangest dream. Actually it was pretty good.”
“Oh, care to share?”
I felt my face turn red and my stomach flip. “Uhm… Maybe some other time?”
Michael just shrugged his shoulders and smiled.
A few awkward moments of silence followed.
“So, you said you were coming over to say hi?”
“Oh right, yes… I just wanted to say hi and welcome. So hi…”
He extended his hand and I took it. “Hi back. Nice to meet you.”
We smiled at each other. “Uhm, so do you wanna sit down or do you have somewhere to be?” I asked, hoping he could stay.
“Nope, I’m all yours.” He beamed.
“Great… I’ll be right back.”
I was smiling from ear to ear as I went to get him a chair…
~~The End…for now~~
I will be taking a break from updating California Dreaming. Perhaps I will return to the story in the future, but for now, I would like to try other things. I have really enjoyed working on this story and would like to thank everyone who read the story and those of you who left comments on this and other forums regarding the characters and their exploits. In the meantime, please visit my other complete story My Rendezvous With History here on Planet Jackson.
--Tholstrup83, September 11, 2010
©2010 by Tholstrup83 and PJWN, LLC. All Rights Reserved. This story is a work of fiction. Any names, places, and other identifying features are used in a fictional manner and are in no way representative of any actual events. All lyrics, song titles, photographs, song clips, and videos are copyright their creators. This work may not be reproduced, transmitted, copied, or stored without express written permission from PJWN, LLC.
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Intro
She stood over him, her breath coming hard and fast. The breeze from the open window cooled the hot sweat on her brow but did nothing to quiet the thumping of her racing heart. She was surprised he couldn’t hear it. Her pulse thundered in her ears like Niagara Falls. It mirrored the rivulets of sweat pouring down her neck into her brassiere—nervous sweat—and echoed the streams of moisture trickling down her inner thighs.
He looked so peaceful sleeping curled on his side in the fetal position with his head resting gently on the silk-covered down-stuffed pillow. She could tell they were down from the way the material indented as it cradled his head. His hair was fanned out around his face in soft curls and waves. That face so beautiful! It was the face of classical beauty: Michaelangelo’s David, the Mona Lisa, the enigmatic Thinker all encompassed in one incredible being.
She had grown up watching that face on television and gazing at it in magazines and album covers. It was a face she knew well with a voice to match. He was such a beautiful man.
It was a shame she was going to have to kill him.
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Will our mysterious woman succeed in extinguishing the eternal light of the King of Pop? Who is she and why is she there? Tune in next week for the first installment in Planet Jackson’s newest story: La Femme Dangereuse.
She stood over him, her breath coming hard and fast. The breeze from the open window cooled the hot sweat on her brow but did nothing to quiet the thumping of her racing heart. She was surprised he couldn’t hear it. Her pulse thundered in her ears like Niagara Falls. It mirrored the rivulets of sweat pouring down her neck into her brassiere—nervous sweat—and echoed the streams of moisture trickling down her inner thighs.
He looked so peaceful sleeping curled on his side in the fetal position with his head resting gently on the silk-covered down-stuffed pillow. She could tell they were down from the way the material indented as it cradled his head. His hair was fanned out around his face in soft curls and waves. That face so beautiful! It was the face of classical beauty: Michaelangelo’s David, the Mona Lisa, the enigmatic Thinker all encompassed in one incredible being.
She had grown up watching that face on television and gazing at it in magazines and album covers. It was a face she knew well with a voice to match. He was such a beautiful man.
It was a shame she was going to have to kill him.
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Will our mysterious woman succeed in extinguishing the eternal light of the King of Pop? Who is she and why is she there? Tune in next week for the first installment in Planet Jackson’s newest story: La Femme Dangereuse.