“Where to, Mr Jackson?” The limo driver asked. But Michael didn’t answer. He just stared out the car window.
“Sutton Place, please.” I said, but then Michael turned around and I was sure I could see tears in his eyes.
“No, not there. My family is gonna be there later and I just can’t deal with my father right now. Can we go to your place instead?”
“Sure Michael. Whatever you want.” I said and caressed his cheek. Michael tried a smile but failed and then turned his attention back to the scenery outside the window. I gave the driver the directions and we were off.
The drive was quiet and when we got back to my sisters apartment, it continued. I was glad to find a note from Angie that said she wouldn’t be home until tomorrow night. Michael had placed himself in the couch and looked like a sad little boy.
“Michael, you want anything?” He just shook his head. “Do you wanna watch a movie or something?” Again, he just shook his head. I wasn’t sure what to do, but I decided to go and change.
Afterwards I found him as I had left him 10 minutes ago. I joined him on the couch but he didn’t seem to notice. He just sat there with his hand folded in his lap, staring at the floor. After a few minutes I couldn’t stand the silence anymore.
“Michael, are you ok?”
It took him a few seconds to respond. “He always does this! He ALWAYS does this!” He said in an agitated voice.
“Does what, Michael?”
He looked at me and this time I was sure I saw tears surfacing and his bottom lip was quivering slightly.
“He’s always hounding me and I don’t understand. I can’t figure out what I did, for him to be that way.”
“I’m so sorry Michael. He acted like a real jerk.”
“Why can’t he just be like a regular dad? Can’t he see that his ways upsets me? I just don’t get it. He seems to enjoy picking me apart and ruining the good things that happens to me. Shouldn’t he be happy for me instead?”
“Yes, Michael. You’re absolutely right. You didn’t do anything wrong.”
“Sometimes I think I hate him.”
“Oh Michael, you don’t mean that?”
“I know I shouldn’t, but sometimes I think I do. It’s his own fault. He doesn’t seem to love any of us. He only loves money. Why is that? Isn’t the purpose of having children to have someone you can shower with love?”
His eyes searched mine for answers.
“You’re totally right Michael. At least you’ve got a loving mother, right? And siblings?”
“Mother is a saint. I’m grateful for her.”
“Then screw your dad, Michael! He doesn’t deserve to have such a wonderful son.”
He still looked sad, but this time he managed a smile.
“Thank you.” He said and grabbed my hand. “I’m sorry about this. I didn’t mean to ruin your night. He just gets to me sometimes and I was so embarrassed that you had to witness it.”
“Don’t sweat it. I’m just glad I could be here for you. And I am…here for you I mean. Whatever you need.”
He leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
“I hate to put you out, but can I stay on your couch tonight?”
“Sure, absolutely. Do you wanna go to sleep now, or…”
“Maybe we could just lie here and talk? I’m not tired yet.”
“Of course.” I knew what that meant; make out time!
Michael looked down at himself. “I wish I had a change of clothes. A suit isn’t that comfortable.”
I thought about it for a while. “Wait, I think I have an extra pair of pajama pants. You wanna borrow those?”
“Wear girly pajamas? I dunno…”
“Michael, it’s only the two of us! Don’t be a baby! You can borrow a t-shirt too. I’ll be right back.”
“They’re pink! And the shirt is too small!” He came back from the bathroom where he had changed into the very fashionable ensamble; pink pajama bottoms and a yellow t-shirt with Kermit the Frog and the text “It’s not easy being green” splashed across it. He was right, it was too small; it ended right above his belly button. I was trying to keep a straight face.
“You look absolutely adorable!”
“Shut up, I look like a dork.” He looked hopeless. “Don’t you have anything manlier?”
“Nope, sorry. I’m a girl, remember?”
“I can’t wear this!”
“Ok then. Just sleep in your suit and tie.”
“Fine” He sighed. “But you better not tell anyone about this.”
“Don’t worry, no one would believe me anyway. Now, come over here princess and let’s relax.”
His frown finally turned upside down. “Oh, shut up!”
Just as I had predicted we quickly started making out. For a few more minutes Michael had kept whining about what he had to wear, but as soon as the kissing commenced, he lost all ability to argue.
At first he was very gentle. I figured it was because of what had happened between him and his father and he just wanted to feel comfort. But soon his kisses became more urgent.
We were lying on our sides, our fronts pressed together and our legs entangled. His hands were roaming around on my back and our breaths were picking up.
I managed to get him pushed down on his back and I was leaning on my elbow looking down at him. His eyes were shining and his lips were moist.
“Why did you stop?” He wanted to know.
“I just wanted to see you and make sure you know how sexy you are….and how great a kisser you are….and how funny you are…and how thrilling it is to be near you…and how hot you’re making me…” I answered in between little butterfly kisses that I placed all over his face and neck.
He giggled and tried to look away. “I feel the same way.”
I once again found his lips but I yearned for so much more. I let my hand find its way under his shirt and I could feel him tensing up a bit. His stomach was rock hard! He was skinny by nature and it seemed all he was made of was bones and muscles; muscles I could feel flexing under my touch.
My hand travelled north, locating his nipples. They were tiny and hard! I caressed one, then the other and Michael let out a low, barely audible, moan. Our tongues were still busy engaging in an all absorbing tango.
When my fingers traced his side, his entire body twitched violently.
“That tickles!” He chuckled.
“Oops, sorry. I’d better relocate my hand then.” I said and winked at him.
While maintaining eye contact with him, my hand changed directions and travelled south. Michael started to look a bit nervous.
“What are you doing?” He asked
I didn’t say anything; I just smiled naughtily. Michael was biting his bottom lip and that did nothing to help my yearning.
My hand finally reached his groin and I was very pleasantly surprised to find what was waiting for me. Who would have thought that that skinny boy was hiding something so big?
But I wasn’t the only one to be surprised. When my hand made contact, Michael flew off the couch like a bee had stung him.
“Michael what’s wrong?” I asked in shock.
“I can’t do this. It’s not right. I’m sorry.” He looked very upset.
“What are you talking about? I don’t understand?”
“It’s…. I….” he stuttered. “It’s hard to explain and you won’t understand.”
“Can’t you at least try? I’m feeling very much repulsive right now. You acted like I was gonna give you the plague or something.”
“Look, I’m sorry. I don’t want you to feel that way. It’s not you; it’s me!” He looked as if he was in physical pain.
“I’ve heard that before Michael! It’s a typical guy line!”
“No, but it’s true. I…. I can’t go further with you. It’s who I am… How I was raised. I’m sorry. Please don’t be mad at me!”
I sighed. How could I be mad at him when he actually looked genuinely sorry?
“I’m not mad Michael. I just thought you wanted what I wanted.”
“I do! I really do! But… I can’t.”
“Says who? You mother? Michael, you’re an adult. It’s your decision.”
“No, God.”
Ok, that I had not expected and I didn’t know what to say. “Oh…”
“I’m a Jehovas Witness. I can’t have sex until I’m married.”
“Wow! Really?” I was finding it hard to believe my own ears.
“Yes. Do you think that’s weird?”
I had to collect my thoughts and when I didn’t answer right away, he looked worried.
“I dunno Michael. Maybe not weird… Unusual is a better word. I’ve never met anyone who practiced that. Are you positive that that is what you want?”
“Yeah… I guess. If I break the rules, I won’t get to go to heaven. I know it sounds… I dunno…. but it’s how I was raised.”
“So, where does that leave me? I’ve had sex before and I’m not married. Does that mean I’m going to hell?”
I was trying to make sense of his beliefs. Michael seemed puzzled by my question and I could see he was trying to find the answer.
“Well, no.” He said
“Then why would you?”
He shrugged his shoulders. I didn’t want to keep prying, ‘cause even though I wasn’t religious, I knew faith and religion didn’t always make sense to others; and sometimes not even to the ones practising it.
“Ok, well I guess I have to respect that. And I’m not mad Michael. Just confused. But it’s what you believe and you shouldn’t feel bad about that.”
“Thank you.” He said. I wasn’t sure if I had convinced him, so I went over and gave him a hug.
“Do you wanna go to bed?” I asked and he quickly turned his head, looking at me with big eyes. “Lighten up Michael! I wasn’t suggesting sleeping together. You take the couch and I’ll sleep in my bed.” I hit him playfully on the shoulder.
“Oh, yeah ok.” He smiled, looking embarrassed that he had misunderstood me. “Let’s go to bed.”
To say I was confused was a huge understatement. Not to mention frustrated, irritated… and horny! When I felt the weapon Michael was concealing, all the butterflies in my stomach, that always began flying around like crazy when we kissed, suddenly dropped and started masturbating. I only got to be cloud 90 for a few seconds before Michael had turned a 180.
And now, here I was… Alone in my room; wide a wake and un-satisfied! I wonder what Michael was doing. I kinda hoped he was miserable. I knew it was wrong of me to think that, but I couldn’t help it. The concept of waiting until marriage seemed so foreign to me and I thought people stopped practicing that in the Victorian era. But here was a guy, sexy as hell, from the 20th century, proving that my thoughts were wrong. A guy that I wanted so bad that it hurt! I wanted him physically, yes, but I was also falling for him. Could I be in a relationship with him without being physical? Was sex really that important? I didn’t want to decide that right now. I wanted to see what would happen between us over time. He had to go back to LA at some point anyway, so maybe things would just naturally fade out. The thought made me sad. I didn’t want this to end!
Just then I heard a soft knock on the door.
