My Rendezvous With HIStory - Chapter One

What girl doesn't fantasize about being a YANA girl? Who hasn't been planning what they would do if they got picked? I sure have! And I also fantasized about what would happen after the show... Now, these are just fantasies. I do NOT believe that Michael would ever sleep with a fan. Also, I was 26 when I wrote this, so it's not like he was banging a young teen :) Enjoy...


I suddenly felt someone puling me over the railing, rather harshly. I could feel my feet hitting the people around me, but at this point I could care less. The man started running along the stage, dragging me with him. I tried moving fast, but after standing up for so many hours, my legs felt like jelly.

Suddenly I realised where I was going. I had been staring so hard at the man in gold that the entire world felt distant and like a blur. But now it hit me; I was on my way to him! My biggest dream was turning into reality at this very moment!

I almost tripped as the man pushed me up the stairs and when I looked up, a thousand lights blinded me. I felt overwhelmed but in an instant I gained my composure; there he was, with his hand reached out to me! I stumbled across the stage, felt the soft skin of his palm against mine and almost fainted with sheer excitement as I felt his warm embrace engulf me.

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Me and my three good friends, Birgit, Suzanne and Pia, had bought tickets for the concert that Michael Jackson held in Copenhagen as a part of his History Tour. It was a special day just because of that, but even more special because it was his birthday.

We were super excited and decided to show up at Parken Stadium as early as possible to get the best seats in the house; the front row!

We all joked about being the YANA girl and I said that if I ever got picked, I would slip him my number. My friends thought I was insane, because first of all, chances I would get picked were slim and second, he would never call me. I didn’t care though. If I got the chance, what harm would it do to slip him my number? I’ve heard of him calling fans before, so why not me? Imagine talking to Michael Jackson on the phone! He was such an amazing person and not only that, he was the sexiest man alive. We had seen pictures and footage from earlier parts of the tour and those gold pants indeed didn’t get past our attention. It made me all warm inside just thinking about it.

As we stood there with all the other fans that had shown up early, I couldn’t help but think how it would feel to get to be a YANA girl. I closed my eyes and saw him in front of me in those magnificent pants that left little to the imagination. To feel that bulge against my pelvis, his arms around my waste and his breath tickling my ear… A shiver of pleasure rushed through me and I was brought back to reality. But a few hours later, a member of the stage crew picked me! I was about to enter my fantasy.

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I inhaled the sweet scent of vanilla that surrounded him and tasted the salt as I boldy kissed his strong neck and soft cheeks. Figured I might as well take advantage of the situation, right?! His embrace was so tight and loving and I felt safe, at home and… horny! I turned my head slightly and looked at him. His eyes were closed and he was holding the wireless microphone close to his mouth, singing his heart out. I pulled away from him a bit more, I wanted the full view. But he put his hand behind the back of my neck and pulled me right back in.  Couldn’t say that was a problem for me though.

He started rocking me to the tender stroll of the song. He sang into my ear and I let my hands run up and down his sweaty back. I slipped my leg in between his and that’s when I felt it! I felt what I had been lusting for ever since I first laid eyes on the wonders beneath his waist. I gently rubbed my pelvis against him, hoping for a reaction, and to my delight, I got it. I could feel him harden and his embrace became tighter. He turned his back towards the audience, concealing his inappropriate excitement.

Suddenly he pulled away from me, took my hand and got down on one knee. His face said it all; it was flushed, but not from the strain of performing, and he had an embarrassed smile on his face. He stayed down for a long time, recovering, but then he finally came back up and looked at me. It was the first time I had seen his eyes up close and I felt like I was drowning in them. He was still smiling, but he wasn’t embarrassed anymore. He pulled me in for yet another tight embrace and this time his leg ended up between mine. Friction was created and now it was my turn to get a little too excited and I was glad I wasn’t a man and that nothing was “standing tall”. Was he doing that on purpose to pay me back? I hoped so… If there was ever a time I wanted to be punished, this was it!

Too soon I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was time for me to leave the stage. I had decided that I wasn’t going to be one of those girls they had to haul of stage like frantic loons, so I slowly backed away from Michael, planning to follow the stiff looking suit with no drama. I smiled at Michael once again and he extended his hand to me in that theatrical manner he always did when the girl slips away from him. As I turned around I remembered the note I had in my pants pocket and I quickly ran back, avoiding the bodyguards grip, and got a hold of his hand, still reaching for me. I placed the note in the palm of his hand and closed his fingers around it. I felt someone pulling at me so I let go of Michael and gave him one last smile.

As I walked of the stage I looked back at the man in gold and wondered if he would call me…

When I got backstage I was high on all sorts of emotions. I was feeling happy, off course, hot, thrilled and over the moon. I realised what I had just experienced and let out a scream of pure joy, making people turn their heads and roll their eyes. But what did I care? I had been on stage with the Michael Jackson. I had given him a hug, a kiss….and a hard on! This was the best day of my life. Nothing would be able to top it. Or so I thought….