California Dreaming - Chapter Ten

I woke up the next morning to the shrill sound of the hotel phone calling to wake us up. Michael was no where 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. He wanted me to draw him like Peter Pan. You know, the boy who never gets to grow up.”

“Wow, it’s really beautiful. It looks almost exactly like the picture. You’re really talented!” I said and rested my head on his shoulder.

“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, which 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 fruits and bake goods.

“So, are you excited?” I asked, munching on a danish.

“’Bout what?”

“The shoot!”

“Oh… Naw, not really. 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 and was 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 cute! 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 easily 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 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 respond was:

“Yes. And who might you be? A lucky fan?”

“No, I’m Michael’s…” I didn’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 to not 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?” her eyes on me, but her question directed towards Michael.

“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 skintone.

“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 sat wide eyed. “Oh my God, what just happened? She has never talked to me like that before.”

I just stood there, pretty amused by 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? Plus, she almost made you look like a ghost with that make up. Be careful not to piss her of in the future or lord knows what she’ll make you look like!”

“What? I think she’s just being nice and helpful.”

I rolled my eyes. It surprised me how a genius could be so blank 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. 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 men…. And especially me! It was so hard not to get 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 giggeling. Eventually he had to just look down to not get on the photographers 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 at her, but then I remembered that I wasn’t 12 and instead I just gave her a sweet 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 piece of chicken and his lips were shiny from the grease. When he licked it of 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.” He said, his voice strained.

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 innocent 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 no 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, and besides, Michael always pointed out how important it was to be childlike!

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?” I asked pretty impatient.

“What if someone comes in?” Michael frowned, seeming a little unsure of the situation.

“Come on… We’re far away from the others. Besides, we can prolly hear them coming. Now get over here!”

“I swear, you’re gone be the end of my good and innocent name.”

“Is that right, Mr. Croth grabber?”

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 wont here 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 held back my hair and watched 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?” A brute voice called.

“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, and his painful expression when he tried to hide away a fully awaken 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 obviously not believing us.

“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 Frank left he turned around. “Oh and Mike?”

“Yes?”

“You mised a button.” 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. But…

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 by 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 who’s ass it is?” he said as he went over to inspect the mirror. “It must have been left by someone with a small ass. 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.

****

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. Especially with all these people standing around ogling him.

When Annie for the tenth time told him to give it to her, 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, 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 and 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 defuse a bomb before it explodes.”

“You hit the nail on the head on that one, Mr. Now hustle!”

He stuck the lolli back in his mouth 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 and moan. 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 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 and 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 of 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 none existing, 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 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 from 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 of. They were so wet you could wring them. 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 and 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. The blood in my veins went up several degrees and the butterflies that had been flapping around in my womb was released and went flying 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 shoulder. He found my mouth and kissed me; deep and passionate. 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, and 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, but 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 drumstick. 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.

“Then 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, glistening 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 and 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 and tight. I could feel his hot breath on my back and he was breathing 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 of him and held me there. Then he started moving, faster and faster, plunging up into me. 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.

His 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 second 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.”

“How can I say no to that?”

“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 of 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 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, you know to be nice..” he emphasised… “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 you 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 you eyes when you did, we would have called 911.”

“So it was all a dream!” I said to myself.

“Pardon?” Michael looked puzzled.

“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 those of you who don't know what a fluffer is:

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California Dreaming - Chapter Nine

”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.”

****
Michael was standing in the bathroom looking at himself in the mirror. He had finished his shower 20 minutes ago but hadn’t been able to move. He had been pondering about how to act when she came. To say that he was excited to see her was an understatement, but to come skipping and singing into the room to meet her was probably a little over the top. He had to be cool, calm and collected, but in real life he was giddy, nervous and horny! Well, hopefully she would help him with the last part…

But what if she wouldn’t? What if he was presuming too much? She could easily have found someone else! And who was he gonna have sex with if that was the case? He had gotten used to it even though he had been out of town for so long. Not that that was all he wanted from her…

Oh my God, what if she thought that he was just using her for sex? What if she was just using him? That would be horrible!

“No, calm down, Mike! She likes you! How could she not?” he thought to himself and gave himself a sexy look in the mirror. But he wasn’t buying his own reflection. He had never thought of himself as sexy. He sighed and his shoulders hung low. He just had to play it by ear and stop freaking himself out. Hey, if it didn’t work out he could always use the experience to write a new song….

“Maid In The Mirror”
“Bad Maid"
“Blame It On The Maid”
“Dirty Maid”

or

“That’s What You Get (For Screwing Your Maid)

Suddenly he heard a soft knock on the door and realised that he wasn’t even dressed yet… Dammit, he hadn’t even cleaned up in the living room!

****

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.

****
Michael quickly threw on some clothes and went to meet her. When he saw her sitting on the couch with her eyes closed he relaxed a bit and thought she must be as nervous as him… But then he stiffened! What if she fell asleep? What if she was already so bored that she drifted off? He hadn’t taken that long getting dressed, had he?

“RELAX, MIKE!” his mind shouted at him and when he saw her eyes open, he quickly tried to calm down.

****

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.”

“Wow, what a great explanation!” I thought sarcastically. “Damn those nerves!”

“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 spas, 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.

****
If she only knew how much he wanted to snatch that present away from her and rip it open, she would be horrified! He still wasn’t used to getting presents for his birthday and he felt that enormous childlike rush whenever he got to tear apart wrapping paper!

****

“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 compose 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 asked as he returned.

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 of 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.

****
Michael immediately relaxed. He had been wondering if he was to make a move or not and had waited for some sort of sign from her. Well, he thought this kiss was a clear cut sign!

****

“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 bold and my body was indeed begging me to be. I was loosing 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…” I said softly.

“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. And 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 ivory 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 and he stayed that way for a few seconds. He then looked at me and swallowed hard and 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 an anticipating look 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 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 done, I slid the shirt from his broad shoulders, leaving him in his white t-shirt. I took it all in!

“Rip it!” I commanded.

“What?” he asked incredulously.

“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.

****
Michael was feeling very self conscious. One thing was to rip his shirt in front of a huge crowd while putting on a show. It was an entirely different thing to do it in an intimate setting. So what should he do? He could refuse and risk ruining the sexy mood. Or he could just get over himself and do it! And maybe she would continue kissing downwards. He almost came in his slacks at the idea of her going further down south. He had kept himself busy with large amounts of lube and dirty magazines, but his hand didn’t hold any comparison to her hot mouth.

Well, if you put it that way….!

****
“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 chizzled, 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.” Michael said as he squirmed.

“Oh, so you want me to move on then? Move further down?”

****
Is the world round? HELL YEAH!!!

****

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 a hold at 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 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.

****
“Oh no, I’m gonna finish too fast!” Michael thought in horror. He tried to keep it in, but it was impossible. He could feel his load pushing to get out and he was afraid he was gonna blow her brains out. Not that that had ever happened to people before… or had it? It’s wasn’t as if he ever really read the paper…

Oh well…

****

“I can’t hold….ah….On much longer. Oh shit!” Michael groaned.

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 that. The way you do that.” He sighed.

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!”

****
This is just what he needed! Some pap lying on a roof somewhere with a long lens, catching all this blow job action! It would be on the front page of all the news papers of the world! He was a role model for millions of children around the world and surely their parents would blame him if they suddenly started giving each other blow jobs in school!

****

“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. Besides, you were just engaging in some healthy, adult activity. No one can blame you, really.”

He sighed and finally lightened up, pulled me close to him and locked both my hands behind my back and said firmly. “It’s you turn now."


He took my hand and led me towards the bedroom and 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 of. Michael suddenly giggled but he wouldn’t say why. He stopped, composed himself and started unbuttoning my jeans. I closed my eyes and sighed but opened them again when he once again burst out giggling.

“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 shush and let’s get you out of these clothes.”

****
Michael did have a great idea. It was one he had also seen in a movie and had made his list of things he wanted to try

Yes, he did in fact keep a list….

****

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 of 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 of his assets, right?” he said, with a sly smile on his face and blinked at me.

He took my hands and pulled me back up and started pulling my off turtle neck shirt. 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!!” I complained.

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 said, feeling a bit foolish..

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 motioned to close it for the second time.

“It’s the last time, I promise!”

I sighed and rolled my eyes, but off course he couldn’t see that. Then 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, my hands “tied” above my head and not having the use of my sight. He would be 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 pin point; a “cling” sound. I could feel the impact from when he positioned himself besides me. He didn’t say anything: he just sat there. I could feel his eyes on me despite of my impaired vision and 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, but 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 “cling” 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, but instead of just covering it with his mouth, he licked it warm this time 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 switched 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 of 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 of, was exhilarating. It travelled slowly; painfully slow. 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 pantie 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 it’s way onto the thin fabric, making it wet and cold. He circled my mound but stayed clear of my opening. Wet trails were left on the insides of my thighs and shakes 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 of 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 though. 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 would be able to see how ready and willing I was. I could feel my own juices running down my ass; he would be able to 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. Then another; and another. Then, he began tracing my labias. They became hard. He kept tracing until they too went almost 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 started massaging it I let out a moan that I had been holding on to 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 breath 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 labias in between his lips until all feeling had come back. He licked me clean of all the water that was running from me. Finally he latched on to my clit.

He held it between his lips while his tongue flickered 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, making me able to turn over. I moved to take my shirt of all the way, but Michael stopped me.

“But I wanna see you!” I begged him.

“Not yet.” He commanded.

I positioned myself on al 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. He reached my pussy, 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 labias 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 made a ripple effect, starting at my centre, spreading to my legs and arms. I could feel the deep convulsing shakes as a pleasure bomb went off in my clit, 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, still with 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 and them hitting the floor. Then, another piece of clothing hit the floor, but it 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 off 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 and once again, chills went down my spine, but not because of something cold, but 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 wetted 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 the entry to go 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 in 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; deep, powerful kisses. Still attached to me, he began leading me to the window, me, walking backwards. My ass hit the window sill and Michael effortlessly lifted me up on 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.

“You’re not afraid someone will se us?” I teased.

He looked out at the Los Angeles skyline and then back at me.

“Let ‘em watch!”

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 cuming, I’m cuming…. 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 spassemed 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 was 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 after the curtains had been closed and 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 made 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 there has been a lot of dating time available for you, 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 have 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 of 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.”

“Was it that bad?”

“She laughed at me!”

“Excuse me? She did what?” I was feeling very violent right now, and had the bug eyed monster with the big hair been in my vicinity right at that moment, she would have been flying out the window!

“She laughed! I’m sure she didn’t mean to sound like a bitch, but she did. She was throwing 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 there after she met some dentist and ended up marrying him. I was crushed! I never told her that though. Instead I just kept my distance, stayed away from the wedding.”

“So you’ve never talked about it with anyone?”

“I talked to mother about it. 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 three times even though I wasn’t really into her.”

In my mind I was thinking all kinds of nasty thoughts about Diana. Off course she 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, but I decided to keep him in his fantasy. And I suspected that on some level, he knew the truth.

“I’m so sorry, Michael. But why 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 all together and after what happened with Diana, I never went on another date. Besides, I was kinda married to my work, still is, so I guess it all worked out… Kinda…I got out of all the dating stuff, but I also got lonely.”

He felt 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!” Michael complained.

“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 more bold 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 Jehova’s Witness, 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.”

He paused for a bit and then continued. I felt bad for him…

“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 perfect, always wanting to do everything big 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?
Does 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.”

“Hahaha 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??” He sounded excited.

“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.” I was already looking forward to it.

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…

California Dreaming - Chapter Eight

The days, weeks and months went by agonisingly slow. I tried keeping 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 pants… 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.

During the day I could somewhat keep busy, but at night time, alone in my bedroom, I could really feel his absence. For crying out loud, I had known him for like a week! This was ridiculous! But he had this thing about him that just made you love to be near him. He had this pull, almost like a tractor beam, and I was caught in it totally helpless, but also completely willing. Not a lot of people were like that. You immediately wanted to be his friend… or more.

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’d like to, but when we did get to talk it often turned hot. I found out Michael was pretty eager to try phone sex and I was only happy to oblige. The first time he brought up the subject he accidentally blurted out if I wanted to have sex with the phone. I of course said no and that I would prefer having sex with him. It took him a few seconds to catch the joke and after some laughing we got down and dirty. Turned out he was the master in bed, on stage AND on the phone.

He also sent me tons of “Wish you were here” postcards. One from each city he performed in and 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”, “I miss your touch” and god only knows, I sure missed his touch as well.

Summer turned to winter and his short return was coming closer and closer. And so was my birthday. I had made plans with Janice to go out for dinner and a movie and just keep it low key. We chose to eat at Planet Hollywood and to my pleasant surprise, a few items of Michael memorabilia was decorating 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 as we all had to sign confidentiality agreements. She knew who he was, but she didn’t know I was doing him and I SO 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, and I don’t think she suspected anything. I almost choked on my food when she blurted out that she often wondered if he was well endowed.

After spending a few hours in the company of Tom Cruise in 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 scrunchy and turned on the water, looked at myself in the mirror while waiting for the water to warm up. “Happy birthday to me…” I sighed.

A knock on the door woke me from my self pity of having to go without Michael on my birthday. When I opened, 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, wondering what waited inside. 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! But the envelope was burning in my hand, so I ripped it open. Inside I found a Peter Pan birthday card with Michael’s scrawly handwriting on it, which I had come to love.

“Hey girl.
Happy birthday! I hope you had a great day with your cousin. I wish I could be there and celebrate 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 pas. This was a great present and the butterflies in my stomach already began rummaging 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 experience out of this world.

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!” I smiled to myself.

****

The day of the concert had arrived and I was excited as hell. I was going to see Michael at his best and later one, 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 and the pounding in my chest that started the morning of the concert in anticipation of what to come. I was nervous and excited at the same time, and I loved it.

When the car pulled up to my place, 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 was 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 imagined 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. Seemed like everyone was going to the concert! I gulped down another glass of complementary champagne and tried to keep myself from jumping out of the car and kill the other drivers. 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; a green silk shirt. I checked my purse to make sure I had remembered my camera; I had. I found some lip gloss and put some on.
Gees, 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 elderly 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 op 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!

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 was 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!

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 experienced. I was taken back to my 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 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 it’s 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!

The show ended and a few minutes passed and 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 was an entirely different matter. 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. But 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.”