”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…
