Sexy Michael Jackson Stories/ Fantasies
Below are the 7 most recent journal entries recorded in the "loviinit" journal:
"Come on, Dianne!" said my friend, Chelsea. I shook my head and said, "Oh, I don't know about this. It doesn't feel right." Me and the girls were at a bar, relaxing. It was spring break week and my 5-year-old daughter, Noriah, was spending it with my mother in Florida. Chelsea was trying to get me to go to one of Michael Jackson's concerts in London, for he was doing his Dangerous World Tour. I'm not a fan of his, nor do I care too much for him. I just really like his music. Kianna lightly punched me on the shoulder. "Girl, please, just this once! You never do anything for fun, but just go to work and come back home," she said. I gave her an odd look, because I knew in the back of my head that she was right. I wanted to spend as much time as possible with my daughter. I was the only parent she had. Her father passed away when she was only 8 months old because he was involved in a deadly car crash. It tore me to pieces. He was my first and only love. I've had relationships since then, but they didn't last very long. The reason I took my job so seriously is so that I could buy my little angel whatever her heart desired. She was spoiled, but not a brat. Anyway, I had decided that it'd be for the best if I took some time for myself. I agreed to go to London with the girls to only one of his performances. "Now that's what I'm talking about," laughed Chelsea.
Later that day, I called to my mother's house. She answered, "Hello?" "Mom?" "Oh, hi Dianne. How are you?" I plopped down on my bed. "I'm fine, thanks. Um, I was wondering if you could keep Noriah for another week," I said. "Oh? Sure I could! What're you doing?" "The girls and I are going to London to see one of Michael Jackson's performances. They say I need to get out more." I heard her chuckle a little, then she replied, "They're right. Honey, you need something new in your life. It's for the best." I sighed. "Yeah, I know." I heard Noriah in the backgorund saying, "I wanna talk to mommy !" My mother handed her the phone and I talked to her for a little while. "I love you sweetie. Goodnight," I said when we were done talking. "I love you, too, mommy. Nite nite." I couldn't sleep that night. I kept having dreams about Charles (Noriah's father) and the accident. I woke up breathing hard and sweating, so I went down to the kitchen to get some wine. It always relaxed me. I went back into my bedroom and looked through my Michael Jackson albums. I got my hands on "Thriller" and played it out loud. I absolutely loved the song, "Baby Be Mine." Charles had bought this album for me when we were dating. We would dance to the song and have a great time. As I listened to the line, "Darling, let me hold you. Warm you in my arms and melt your fears away," a tear rolled down my cheek.
I stopped the record and went back to sleep. When I woke up, it was almost 10 a.m. As I was stretching, the phone rang. I answered and it was Kianna. "Di, wake up! We're going to the mall today. Remember?" I slapped my forehead and said, "Oh, I'm sorry. I totally forgot. I'll be down in a minute." I quickly brushed my teeth, combed my hair, and put on some clothes. The girls were all in Portia's new Cadillac. When I got in the car, they were playing "Dangerous" and singing along. "Whooooo! This is my jam, baby!" said an excited Chelsea. I laughed and started to sing too. We finally arrived at the mall and stopped at the food court to go eat. We laughed and joked around. We even flirted with random, passing men. "Oooooh, Di. That guy was checking you out," Kianna stated. I rolled my eyes. When we were done eating, we went into a salon to get our hair done. After that, we went into a boutique to shop for clothes. Portia handed me a black dress with lots of buckles and jewelry. "Try this on. It'll look awesome on you!" she told me. I went into the dressing room and tried it on. It was beautiful and hugged my body. It showed my curves and womanly figure. When I stepped out, the girls were complimenting on how pretty I look in it. "You should wear that to the concert!" suggested Chelsea. I looked at my behind in the mirror and said, "Yeah, I guess I should." When we got back into the car, we sorted out our plans for when we get ready to leave. "Alright, Saturday we'll all meet up in the L.A.X. parking lot at 5 a.m. and board our plane. Sound good?" said Portia. We all agreed.
On Friday night, I double-checked my luggage and set my clock to alarm. I went to bed early. My clock beeped out loud and I loaded my things into my car and headed for L.A.X. Everything was going smoothly. The girls were already in the parking lot. We soon boarded our plane. The ride was very long. We arrived in London at around 2 a.m. Sunday morning. Still groggy from the harsh jet-lag, we all checked into our hotel suites and rested. Later that afternoon, we toured around the city of London. Tomorrow was the time of the tour. I was excited and nervous. I wore the dress I had bought at the mall earlier with matching high-heeled shoes. My long, straight hair was curled and pinned up with some bangs in my face. I put some red lip stick on and light pink blush on my cheeks. When we were on our way to the stadium, the girls were in awe at my appearance. "Girl, damn! You're gorgeous," said Kianna with enthusiasm. I giggled and replied, "Thank you." We finally arrived and there were tents for fainting fans. "God damn," I said to myself. We all ran into the stadium and the concert had already started. Chelsea had managed to get us all front row seats. It was already loud when we arrived, but then the crowd went mad when...HE stepped on stage. Girls were screaming at the top of their lungs and fainting when the show hadn't even started yet.
I looked up at Michael Jackson from where I was. He looked so powerful and in control. I felt my heart jump wildly in my chest. He was wearing a military-style jacket with black, high-water pants, white socks and loafers. His hair was long and curly and he had dark sun shades on his face. I admit, he was very stunning and handsome. Then Portia finally yells, "Oh god! He is soooo HOT!" I laughed and looked back up at him. He was slowly taking his sun glasses off and oh my. The crowd went bizerk. The expression on his face was serious. Out of nowhere, the music began to play loudly. He bagan dancing and singing. I could feel the vibrations of the loud music in my chest. He moved his body with ease, he sang with feeling. I took it all in. This man had more talent in the tips of his fingers than most men had in their whole bodies! Me and the girls were singing along with him to the song "Beat It." I enjoyed the whole concert. When it was about time to go, slow music began playing. It was "She's Out Of My Life." It was also the song he sang when he was dancing with one of the lucky female fans in the audience. All my friends were waving and screaming, "Me! Me! Oh please, pick me!" I didn't want to go up there, for I was shy. Suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned and it was a security guard. I had been chosen to dance with Michael Jackson.
"Oh no! This must be some mistake," I said to him. "No ma'am," he replied, "You've definetly been chosen." I began to tremble from nervousness. My friends kept telling me to go, so I went along. I walked up the steps and Michael held out his hand for me. I nervously walked up to him and he took my hand in his. He was so tall. I was so short. He kneeled before me I went down with him. He sang out the chorus to the song and I was mesmerised. His voice was smooth, angelic, and hypnotizing. We danced together and at the end, he hugged me. Damn. He smelled so good and was so warm! I didn't let him go until a guard pulled me from his body. He blew a kiss to me and I blushed. When I made it back down to my seat, the girls were jumping up and down in excitement. "Oh my fucking god! You got to dance with THE Michael Jackson! Gosh you're one lucky bitch," laughed Portia. "And it looked like you didn't want to let go," said Kianna. "I know, right?" replied Chelsea. We all joked on. Soon, the concert was over and we left out. Since it was so many people leaving at one time, we stayed behind until the crowd thinned out. Chelsea was impatient, so she wanted to leave out the back way. We snuck around the back of the stadium. It was dark and stuffy back there. I was looking around and wasn't looking where I was going, so I bumped into someone. The tall figure turned around to face me. It was dark, so I couldn't see their face very well. "Oh, excuse me. I apologize for that," said a familiar voice. Then it hit me! It was Michael.
We all gasped when he spoke. "That's alright..it really is. I mean, it's not like it's your fault. I'm such a cluts and all. And the light is pretty dim, so um, I'm sure we didn't see each other." I was talking way too much. He laughed lightly, then spoke again. "Your'e the beautiful woman that I danced with, right?" I lauged a nervous laugh and said, "Yeah, thanks." "Would you all like autographs?" he asked. "Yes!" we said in unison. "Well follow me." He led us into his dressing room. It was nice in there. "Hey, don't just stand around. Sit down, get comfortable. Would you like some wine or champagne or something?" We all declined his offer, but he went ahead and ordered us something. As we sat on the couch, we were whispering. "Oh, Di. I think he likes you," Portia told me. I replied, "I don't know. He's just being nice. You know how celebrities are when they meet females." They nodded their heads in agreement, but then Chelsea spoke up. "But he said you were beautiful!" "I bet he tells all his women that!" I said. He walked up to us with glasses in his hands and handed them to us. When he handed me mine, he was smiling. I couldn't help but to smile back. Was he flirting with me? "So where are you ladies from?" he asked. "Oh, we all grew up together in Los Angeles, with the exception of Kianna. She's from New York City," answered Portia. They all small talked with him, but I didn't. I just sat back and sipped on my wine.
Soon we all got ready to leave. He gave all of us a hug and an autograph. I was the last to leave out, so he looked at me and winked. I smiled and felt my cheeks burn. As we rode back to our hotel suite, the girls were chatting on and on about Michael. How talented he is, how nice he is, how sexy he is. I kept reminicing about our little encounter on stage. I sighed to myself. Chelsea heard me, because she said, "Uh-oh! Di is thinking about MJ!" They teased and joked with me about him until we made it to the hotel. "Oh cut it out! You guys know that the only man that was made for me is Charles," I said. It was silent all the sudden. "Dianne, we understand. But it has been 5 years since Charles died. No offense, but don't you think it's time to move on?" Kianna said, softly. I grabbed the key to my hotel suite out of my purse. "I'm tired. I'll see you guys tomorrow," I said. "We're sorry," apologized Chelsea. "Oh, it's alright," I reassured. "Goodnight." I sat down on the bed and turned on the television. The local news was on, and it talked about Michael Jackson's concert. It really caught my attention when the news anchor said, "And a lucky female got to dance with the King Of Pop today. Here's the video clip." It showed me and him on stage. I looked so happy and peaceful. Looking at myself being so content made me smile.
I yawned and looked over at the clock. It was only 9:15 p.m. but I was exhausted. I decided to take a hot shower and go to bed. I awoke early in the morning. I wanted to spend my morning around London alone, so I put on a plain t-shirt and blue jeans. I put my hair into a messy ponytail and headed off. I jogged along the sidewalk near the hotel. The cool morning breeze felt good on my face. I kept running down the sidewalk until I came to a souvenir shop. I wanted to go in and buy something for Noriah. A necklace or a bracelet. I walked in and looked at all the neat things they had. A man with alot of clothing on was looking at me from a distance. I didn't think much of it at first, but he seemed to follow and stalk me around the store. As I was walking down an aisle, he was right behind me. He was scaring me, so I turned around and said, "Look, buddy! I have mace and I'm not afraid to use it!" His eyes got wide. Those eyes. They looked familiar. He reached for my arm and said, "I am very sorry, miss. I didn't mean to frighten you. It's just that-" he stopped suddenly to slide his mask down and reveal his face. I was shocked and relieved. It was Michael. "-I want to talk to you," he continued. "Oh? About what?" I asked. "I don't know...I just want someone to talk to. I didn't catch your name." "My name is Dianne." He nodded his head and replied, "Such a lovely name." We walked around and talked about alot things. I didn't realize that we had been talking for over an hour and a half.
"I'm sorry. I have to go. I promised my friends that I'd meet up with them again today." He looked disappointed, then said, "I understand. It was nice talking with you." I nodded my head and said, "Well, good-bye." As I was walking out of the store, I heard him calling my name. "Dianne, wait!" I stopped and he ran up to me. "Yes, Michael?" I asked. "Ok, I was wondering if I could call you sometime?" I looked down at my feet. "Well, sure. Why not?" I grabbed a piece of paper out of my purse and wrote my number down on it. "I will call you when I arrive to the United States. Alright, good-bye." I smiled and said bye to him. Later on, the girls and I had a girls night out in London. Once I arrived back home, I was overly exhausted. I slept and slept all day. The next day after, I headed to Miami, Florida to pick up Noriah. I rented a car at the airport and drove to my mother's beach front home. I absolutely loved it there. I always wanted to move there. Me, Noriah, and my mother. But Los Angeles was my home. When I pulled up in the driveway, they were standing on the front porch. With the car still running, I quickly got out to hug them. Noriah ran up to me and said, "Mommy! I missed you!" I picked her up and hugged her back, tightly. "Oh sweetheart, mommy has missed you alot more. I'm so happy to see you."
I then ran up to my mother and hugged her. "Mom, you look great!" I said. She laughed. "Dianne, thank you. You get more beautiful everytime I see you. Come on in and let's talk." "Oh, let me cut the car off first." We all sat down in the living room and drank lemonade. "So, how was London?" she asked me. "It was great. The girls and I had lots of fun and I really enjoyed the Michael Jackson concert. And London is a beautiful city," I said. "I'm sure it is, honey. Noriah and I saw you dance with that young man on stage one night." I smiled and blushed slightly. "Ohh, yeah mommy! I saw you dance with him," said Noriah. We spent most of the day together and soon we left. Over the next couple of months, I hadn't had a call from Michael yet. I thought that maybe he'd lost the number. But one December morning, all that changed. I was on my way to take Noriah to her kindergarten class. After I had dropped her off, I was on my way to my job as a bank accountant. I realized that I had left my wallet by the dresser in my bedroom. As I was heading back, the phone rang. "Hello?" There was silence. I asked, "Hello?" again. "May I speak with Dianne?" asked a man with a soft voice. "This is Dianne. May I ask who is calling?" I heard him sigh deeply. "Michael." I gasped. To be sure it was him, I asked, "Michael who?" "Michael Jackson. Remember, you gave me your number when we were in London." "Oh," I said. "Well, I'm returning back to Neverland next week. Right now, I'm in New York City for a photoshoot," he explained.
We talked until I realized that I was running late for work. "Oh Michael, I have to go now. I'll talk to you later," I said quickly. "Ok, good-bye." I told him bye and left out for work. When I clocked in, I didn't notice that my boss was behind me. "Miss. Walters. Late for work, I see. I'm very surprised, because you're one of my best employees. Do you have a good enough excuse?" he said in an aggrivated tone. I couldn't possibly tell him that I was talking on the phone with Michael Jackson. He'd think that I was a nutjob and instantly fire me. "No, sir," I said. He nodded his head and walked on. Later in the afternoon, I picked up Noriah in my red Mustang. When she got in the car, I said, "Hi sweetie. Are you hungry?" "Yes I am, mommy," she answered. "How does Chinese sound?" "Great!" We ate out at the local Chinese restaurant and headed home. Noriah went into her playroom and I rested in my bedroom. I kicked my pumps off and laid down in bed. I took a brief nap until I was awoken by the loud ringing of the phone. "Hello?" I said tiredly. "Dianne? Did I wake you up?" asked Michael. "No, oh no. I was just about to clean up anyway. What's up?" "(Laughs) Um, I wanna ask you something." I giggled and said, "What is it?" "Ah, I'm shy." "Come on, don't be like that!" He laughed out and then said, "I was wondering if....me and you could go out sometime. You know, dinner. I want to get to know you better." I felt my heart rate pick up.
Many men have asked me out before, but I've declined because I still didn't feel ready to commit myself to a relationship and then be disappointed when it doesn't work out. And then there was Noriah. Lots of men have turned me down simply because I have a child, and I had to make sure she was comfortable with these men. "As much as I'd like to....I don't know," I said. It was quiet for a second or two until Michael finally spoke up quietly. "Oh, well I see." He sounded disappointed and I felt bad. "You know what?" I said. "What?" "You're a very nice person and I would really like to get to know you, too," I told him. "Great. So do you think we could have that dinner date?" I drew in a deep breath and accepted. "How about we go next Saturday evening? I'll have my chauffer to come pick you up." I smiled and said, "Sure, sounds fun." He asked for my address and then we hung up. I held my hand against my chest to help my quickened breathing. Early one morning, my mother arrived at the front door. "Mom, why are you here? Come in," I said. We sat down at the kitchen table and talked. "Honey, you seem stressed out. I've decided to stay with you for about 3 weeks and help you with Noriah and other things," she explained. I nodded my head. "Oh mom. Thank you."
Her plan really seemed to work for me. Noriah was happy, and that mostly mattered to me. I had more time to recuperate and plan for my date with Michael. I was about to decline it, because Noriah had caught a terrible cold. "I can't do this. I can't leave my child like this. Oh damn!" I said at the last minute. "Dianne, where were you going?" asked mom. "Well, on a dinner date with a friend." Her lips formed a smiled on her small face. "Really? That's great! Who is this friend?" I sighed and said, "Michael Jackson." She laughed out. I smacked my lips and placed my hands on my hips. "Oh, I'm sorry. I just find it funny how nervous you are." "Oh mom, I don't find it very funny at all. This is nerve wrecking!" She and I sat down on the foot of my bed and talked. She put her arm around me. "The reason you're so nervous about trying something new with this young man, is because he is not you're husband, Charles. Baby, you've got to move on. You can't keep your life on hold. I know this because I was in the exact situation you're in when your father passed away." I began to cry helplessly. I kneeled down and put my head on my mother's lap. She held my head against her chest. Once I got it together, I said, "Thank you so much. But what about Noriah?" "I will be right here with her. If anything goes on, I'll call you."
I went into the bathroom to touch up on my makeup. Soon, there was a horn blaring outside. It was time. Before I left, I went into Noriah's room. "Mommy, you look very pretty," she said weakly. "Thanks sweetie. Mommy won't be back until very late, alright? I love you and good night." I kissed her cheek and she replied, "I love you, too. Good night." I headed downstairs and my mom wished me good luck. I was wearing one of the most expensive dresses I owned. It was a halter-neck dress that showed off my back and cleavage. I wore my hair down and it went down my back. I also wore the matching heels. I put my coat on and walked out the door. When I sat down in the back of the limo, I swear my mouth hung down low as it could go. Michael was stunningly handsome! He had on a black blazer with a white button-up shirt underneath. His dark pants had gold buckles and his shoes matched with them. "Is there a problem?" he asked. I quickly snapped out of it. "Oh, no! Not at all." He smiled and then took my hand and kissed it. He was such a gentleman. We arrived at a private and expensive resaturant in Beverly Hills. He led me out of the car and when we got inside, he helped me take my coat off. "Wow, you are a very beautiful lady," he complimented. I smiled and blushed.
We were soon seated at a table by the window and waited for our service. "It's a nice night tonight. Isn't it?" he asked. "Yes, very cold at that," I mused. He laughed slightly and a waitress came. "I would like to order 2 glasses of champagne and the special," he said. "And for you, miss?" she asked me. "Oh, a glass of water and a cesar salad, thank you." As we waited, we small talked about random things. Once he really got into the conversation, he began to tell me about personal issues and dilemas, like his father's abusive side towards him as a child. I felt safe with him. Like I could talk to him about anything. "Dianne, you know, I really like you. And..." his voice trailed off. "And what?" I tempted. He looked directly into my eyes and cracked a smile at me. "I would like to make something work with us. I nearly died when I heard him say that. "Michael, before we go anywhere with this, I-" I was cut off by the ringing of my cellphone. "This will only be a minute," I told him. "Hello? What is it? What? Oh my god!....No, no this can't be happening. Alright, I will be there immediately!" I quickly rose up and grabbed my coat. "What happened?" asked Michael in a concerned voice. "I have to go," I said. "Go where?" "To the emergency room! My mother just called me and told me that my daughter had a seizure! I have to go, now!" I yelled with tears in my eyes.
He grabbed my arm and held me up. "What?" I asked in a stressed tone. "Hey, calm down. I will have my driver take us there ASAP." I nodded my head in agreement. We arrived to the emergency room soon enough. My mother came up to me and said, "Oh my god! Dianne, I'm so sorry." "Mom, it wasn't your fault." A nurse walked up to us and asked me, "Are you her mother?" "Yes, I am. What happened? Is she going to be alright?" The nurse took my hands and sat me down. "Yes, she will be just fine. Her fever was really high, so she had a seizure. Don't worry, the doctors put in an IV drip and gave her some ice packs to help the fever go down. You can go visit her if you'd like." I nodded my head and went along. Michael came in with me. Noriah was in ICU. The room was dark and small. As I walked by her side, my heart broke. She looked fragile and in pain. I walked up to the bed. "Mommy," she said weakly. "Yes baby. Mommy is here. Don't you worry...everything will be alright." Michael walked up to me and held me tightly in his arms. I couldn't stop the tears that were begging to come out. "Shh, it's ok," he said softly to me. I stopped and pulled away from him once I felt alittle better.
"What's her name?" he asked. "Noriah," I answered. "Such a beautiful name for such a beautiful child." I smiled at him faintly. "Oh god. If I lose her, then I don't know what I'd do," I said. "Don't worry. Everything will be just fine. You heard what the nurse said." We waited in the hospital room most of the night. At around 1 a.m. I apologized to him. "Michael, I'm sorry. You don't have to stay here. We'll be fine." He shot of look of sympathy at me. "No, I wanna stay." I knew I couldn't make him go, so I just went along with it. I fell asleep on a couch by Noriah's bed, and Michael fell asleep in an arm chair by the window. A nurse had come in to tell me that we could take Noriah home. Michael had his chauffer to take all of us home. While in the limo, he asked me how old she was. "Five," I said, quietly. "Can I hold her?" I handed the small, sleeping child to him. It was very heart-warming to see him do that. Once the limo pulled up in my driveway, Michael said, "Well, tonight was a great night. With the exception of little Noriah getting sick, of course. But I really enjoyed myself." I nodded my head. "Thank you so much. I appreciate it all. Goodnight."
I let Noriah sleep with me. We both slept in until about 2 in the afternoon. She was feeling better and her fever went down. As I was getting up out of bed, she woke up too. "Mommy, I'm hungry," she said. "Ok sweetie. Let's go downstairs and have some lunch." Noriah sat down at the kitchen table while I was at the stove, frying ground beef for the speghetti. Pretty soon, the phone rang. "Could you get that for mommy, please?" I asked. She picked up the phone and answered for me. "Hello? Oh, ok. Mommy the phone is for you." "Hello?" "Hi Dianne," said Michael. I felt goosebumps form on my skin. "Oh, hello Michael." "Is Noriah feeling better?" I was surprised, because if I'd gone on a date with any other man, he'd probably never talk to me again or better yet be concerned about a child that isn't his own. "Um, yes. She's much better. Thank you for checking. Good-bye." "Hold on! I was wondering if we could go to the park or something. Me, you, and Noriah." "You still want to talk to me?" I asked, with an innocent tone. "Of course. Why not?" "Well, because, you know...what happened last night." "There's nothing wrong with that, now is it? But how about me and you go out alone to Neverland. I'll give you a grand tour." I giggled lightly. "Of course. Sounds great."
To be continued...
Tags: fiction, jackson, love, michael, story
It was mid-summer of 1988 and Michael packed his bags for a long trip to West Africa. This idea gave him a big thrill because he loved traveling and absolutely adored the African culture. He would also be doing some touring alongside his so called "rival" Briana, the young pop singer. He liked her alot, but she never seemed to return the feelings for him. She was always so bitter and cold towards him and seemed to have no interest what-so-ever in him. Michael loved a challenge and she seemed to be a challenge. He couldn't wait to travel with her and tour with her. Soon, there was a knock on the door. "Yes?" he called."Hey, Mr. Jackson. We're all ready when you are!" called a bodyguard through the door. "Ok, just give me one more minute," Michael said while looking around to make sure he had everything. Alrighty, time to go. Back at the dock, Briana was irritated already. "Dammit! Where the hell could he be? He knows he was supposed to be here 10 minutes ago!" she said, stomping her foot furiously on the wooden floor. Already, she was in a bad mood and didn't need anyone or anything to make it worse, but it was too late. She sipped on her lemonade and then spat it out. "Ugh! Walter, what is this? I thought I asked for lemonade, not piss," she scolded.
"I am sorry madame. I-I," she cut him off by throwing the lemonade at him. "Taste it. Now does that taste like lemonade to you?" He shook his head and replied, "No miss, I guess not. Would you care for something else?" She placed her hands on her hips and rolled her eyes. "Hell no!" She sat on the edge of the dock with her feet swinging out toward the deep, blue water. A light summer breeze blew past her face and tossed her hair in the wind. Soon, Michael's limo pulled up and he quickly ran toward the end of the dock where she was sitting. He was in awe when he saw her. Briana was a beautiful girl with an ugly attitude. She was wearing a light pink halter top with matching pink Chuck Taylors and a blue jean miniskirt with a pink leather belt around her slim waist. Her brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail with some long bangs in her pretty face. She also had on black aviator sunglasses. Michael took it all in and walked up behind her. "Hey, I'm here!" he said cheerfully. Without seeing him, he startled her and she screamed. "Oh damn! It's about time," she said, breathlessly. She quickly got up and pushed him aside to get aboard the ship. Michael followed behind her and watched as her curvy body swayed with her movements. Once inside, they both were in awe by the well decorated interior of the ship. The floor was maroon colored carpet with fancy designs, the walls were made of dark colored wood with pictures of the captains and wall murals, and in the middle of the ceiling was a chandelier lit up in the dim room.
"Oh my...this place is stunning," Briana said, breathless. "Yeah, it sure is," Michael agreed. Without looking down, he accidentally bumped into her. She was about to fall but he caught her just in time. Michael had his hands around her back and they were face to face, looking into each other's eyes. God, he was so handsome, she thought to herself. What? Why am I thinking this? Get a hold of yourself, girl! She quickly got it together and pushed Michael roughly off her. "You clumsy fool! I almost fell..and now you're touching me!" she said angrily. She wiped herself off and rolled her eyes. Michael sighed and said, "I am very sorry that I almost made you fall, I really am. But come on, that is no reason to be so cold towards me." Feeling slightly bad, she frowned and apologized. "Oh, I guess you're right. My bad." Michael smiled alittle and asked, "Would you like to play a game of pool with me in the game room?" "Nah, no thanks. I'm just going to go lounge around." She walked off with her purse in her arms. Feeling let down, Michael asked one of his bodyguards to accompany him. Briana was in her suite, looking for an umbrella to put over her as she sat out in the warm sun. She also thought about Michael's offer to play a game. How could he be so sweet and nice to her after all the mean and nasty things she'd said and done to him? Deep down, Briana secretly liked him. But she also couldn't help but to resent him. Most of the time, she acted bitter to cover up these feelings. She finally found the umbrella and headed out. She breathed in the warm, sweet air and unfolded a beach chair. She then placed the umbrella in the slot and put her sunglasses on her face and closed her eyes.
Michael and his bodyguard, Chris, played pool for about an hour until Michael decided to call it quits. "Good game, sir," said Chris. Michael nodded his head and decided to go see what Briana was doing. He walked outside of the glass door to the patio on the back of the ship. She was relaxed in a beach chair with one ankle crossed over the other, snoring slightly. Michael thought it was cute. He pulled up a chair beside her and tapped her on the shoulder. "W-what?" she said, waking up. "Hey, I was wondering if I could join you," Michael replied softly. Feeling irritable, she said, "It's a free world isn't it?" He felt offended by her sarcastic remarks. He didn't say anything, but he just sat back with his arms behind his head. They sat there in silence for a while until Michael started to spark up a conversation. "Lovely weather, huh?" Briana turned her head toward him and said, "Look, I know and you know that we don't get along too well. This is going to be one long ass trip and I really don't want any stress on me. I just want to get to Africa, tour, and get back home, ok? So just leave me alone until we get there to make things easier for the two of us. Comprende?" Michael felt sad all the sudden and just simply said, "Ok." He walked away and went to the other side of the patio. Why was she always so mean to him? He'd never do anything to hurt her, but everything he did around her always upseted her. As Michael leaned against the railing, he stared down into the water and saw the sun's reflection. Then suddenly it disappeared behind a grey cloud. He looked up and a whole wall of clouds were forming off in the distance. Uh-oh. The wind began to pick up alittle and Michael's fedora blew off his head. He reached out and caught it before it flew away. Then suddenly, the loud speaker came on and the captain spoke. "Good afternoon, passengers. I just watched the weather report and it says that there is a tropical storm forming to the east. But not to worry, we will be at our destination before it travels this way." Not by the look of those clouds, Michael thought to himself. He decided to head inside, as the air started to become chilly. Briana took her sunglasses off and looked around. The sky was growing darker, and the wind was picking up speed.
In the distance, there was a low boom of thunder. Her heart rate picked up, as she had astrophobia, the fear of thunder and lightning. She folded up her umbrella and headed back to her suite. She turned on the televison and watched the weather channel. The meteorologist reported that there were thunderstorms spinning off a tropical storm forming in the eastern Atlantic ocean. Oh shit. Soon, the thunder became louder and outside the window, she saw a flash of lightning. She cowered and placed her pillow over her head like she used to do when she was a young child. The ship suddenly began to rock and her things slid onto the floor. The captain of the ship spoke on the loud speaker again and said, "Folks, it seems as if we just ran into a severe thunderstorm. There are life jackets in the foyer, and I reccomend you all go and get one immediately." Briana bolted out of the room and into the foyer. Without looking, she bumped into an elderly lady and knocked her down. "Hey missy, watch where you're going!" she scolded. Briana rolled her eyes and said rudely, "Move it, grandma!" She snatched the jacket and put it on so quickly, that she put it on backwards. She kept fumbling with it and was getting frustrated. "Let me help you," said Michael calmly. He lifted it from her hands and helped her put it on correctly. She cut her eyes at him and said, "I thought I told you not to-" she was cut off when the ship rocked furiously to the side, throwing them roughly. Michael landed with his back to the wall, with her on top of him. "Ahh, my aching back!" he groaned. She rolled her eyes and stood up to look out the window. "Oh..my..fucking..god," she said. Michael rose up to see what she was swearing about. When he looked out, his heart skipped a beat. There was a 30 ft. wave coming right at the ship! It was rolling very quickly and they almost had no time left. Briana fell to the floor and began to sob. Michael knelt down beside her and hugged her tightly. "This is all your fault!" she said between tears. "What? I have no control over the weather, Briana! Look, this may be the end for us and you want to argue at a time like this?" She shook her head and wrapped her arms around him tightly and they both prayed silently. The walls of the ship collapsed and water began to pour in.
There were screams and shrieks. The strong force from the water pulled Michael and Briana apart from each other. "Agh! Michael!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. Michael heard her but he didn't see her. He followed the sound of her voice and attempted to swim through the rough water. Briana was flapping her arms and panicking until a plank of wood hit her on her head, knocking her unconcious. Her limp body floated to the top of the water. Michael saw her and swam towards her. "Briana! Briana!" he called once he got to her. She didn't respond. He wrapped one of his arms around her body and used the other to help propel him through the water. He wasn't sure how long they were swimming, but he was getting tired. After what seemed like hours of floating, his feet began to feel sand underneath. Land. Briana's body was becoming heavier because the water made her clothes heavy. Michael laid her down gently onto the sandy shore and placed her on her back. He looked at the bruise on the left side her head. He put his head to her chest and heard a faint heartbeat. He shook her and called her name, but she didn't move. CPR, he thought. He put his lips to hers and blew air into her lungs. Soon, she spat up some water and began to cough. Good. He continued to perform CPR on her. Briana soon regained conciousness and saw Michael's lips upon hers. Shocked and confused, she pushed him off her and yelled, "What the hell are you doing? Ugh!" She wiped her mouth and spat in disgust. Michael, becoming a little angry with her said, "I was just performing CPR! You were unconcious and I saved your life. Do you not appreciate that?" She looked up at the dark sky and replied, "Oh, I'm sorry. I am very thankful for that. I really am. But where on earth are we?" Michael got up and looked around. "I think we are on a deserted island." Feeling angry and scared, Briana said, "Oh great! Just great! I'm stuck on a deserted island with no food, no water, no clothes, no shelter, and with you! Wow, my life is so perfect!" She got up, very wobbly at first and almost falling, then stormed off to the other side. Michael watched her kick sand furiously into the water until she dug up an embedded rock and stubbed her toe. "Agh! This sucks!" she shrieked. He couldn't help but to laugh at her.
She heard him and ran up to him, her eyes flashing with anger. "You think this is funny?" Michael smiled at her and said, "As a matter of fact, I do. I know the situation isn't too humorous, but we'll have to make the best out of it if we want to survive." She calmed down and sat in the wet sand. "Ugh, we're going to have to get out of these wet clothes first of all," he suggested. That made her blush slightly then she bitterly said, "I'm not stripping in front of you, you perv." He felt shocked by her words. Him? A perv? "Listen honey, I am not a pervert. I happen to have a lot of respect for women and I don't have a dirty mind. If you want to sleep in wet clothes, that's you. But I'm getting comfortable." She rolled her eyes and walked off. Briana sat down upon a boulder and she could see Michael beginning to take some of his clothes off. The moonlight reflected against his toned chest. Without noticing, she was twirling her finger through her hair like she always did when she was turned on. She quickly stopped and forced herself to not look, but it didn't work! Michael then unbuckled his belt and slid his pants down, exposing his boxers. Mmm sexy, She thought. She sighed silently and found herself drooling like a baby. She shook her head and put her knees up to her chest. Were they ever going to get found? Michael let the warm breeze dry him off as it tossled his messy, curly hair. He looked over at Briana, sitting down on a boulder. He sighed and laid back on the warm sand, slowly dozing off to sleep. Briana was becoming tired herself and began to yawn. She took off her wet clothing and slightly shivered. She wished she could lay next to Michael and cuddle up with him, but he probably wouldn't dare let her near him after all the nasty things she'd said to him. She crossed her arms and fell asleep. Early the next morning, before the sun had fully come up, Michael awoke. He yawned and stretched, then put on his now dry clothes. He walked over to the other side of the beach where Briana was, to wake her up. When he saw her, she was still asleep. But also, when he saw her, he began to smile and bite his bottom lip.
She was in a matching two piece bikini. It was dark blue with small pink hearts on it. Her breasts showed a nice amount of cleavage in the faint sunlight. He took it all in while he had a chance. She was always beautiful, but she was extremely sexy right now. He bent down and shook her lightly and called out her name gently. "Briana, Briana, wake up." She slowly opened her eyes and said, "Give me five more minutes, mom. Damn, I hate school!" Michael giggled and shook her more. "Hey, it's Michael. Wake up." She opened her eyes and said, "Oh, and I thought you said you were a gentleman! You just couldn't resist seeing me in my panties." Michael put his hand on his fore head and thought, this wasn't such a good idea. He turned around as she got dressed and said, "I apologize, but I wanted to get an early start on finding a way to survive this. We need food and shelter first of all." As she slipped up her skirt, she said, "This is going to be a disaster. I can already tell." Michael turned around to find that she was now fully dressed. "It's only going to be a disaster it we make it one. Do you think you could at least try to put up with me? I mean, all we have is each other right now." She looked down at her scuffed up Chucks and nodded her head. "I guess you're right." He smiled and looked around. "You know, this place is pretty nice." She agreed. The sand was white, the water was a deep, geenish-blue color, the palm trees had dark green leaves, and you could see mountains in the distance. "Hey, let's find something to eat, 'cause I'm starved. How about you?" he asked. "Yeah, me too. But how are we going to get any food?" He looked around and said, "We'll have to search for it. Come on." She raised her eyebrows. "You mean we have to walk around in the woods? With all those damn wild animals? Snakes?" She was terrified of snakes. Michael laughed and nodded his head. "Don't worry, I'll be right with you. I won't let those big, bad animals hurt you." Hearing him say that turned her on alittle, but she quickly replaced the feeling with anger. "Shut up! I can take care of myself. Who do you think I am?" He still laughed and placed a hand on her shoulder. "I think you are a frightened young woman who's covering that up by being rude to me," he said. Had he figured her out? She absolutely hated it when people could figure her out so quickly.
She moved her shoulder away from his hand and said, "Whatever." She walked off and he followed her. "Where you headed?" he asked while walking with her. "I'm going into the woods by myself. So leave me alone." She picked up the pace and walked into the woods. Once she was sure that she'd lost him, she slowed down and walked normally. She kept going until something wrapped around her ankle. She shrieked out of fright and fell down. Michael ran beside her and helped her up. "Agh! A snake!" she yelled. Michael shushed her and unwrapped a piece of grass from around her ankle. "Calm down, it was just some grass." Feeling dumbfounded, she began to cry. "Oh man, we're never getting off this island and we're going to die from starvation," she sobbed. Michael hugged her and said, "Don't say that. We are going to survive, and we are going home. I know all faith seems lost now, but you just have to keep going. Keep striving." She felt so helpless and scared. A feeling she hadn't had in a long time. But being here, in Michael's arms, made her feel protected and safe. He was so warm, so loving. She sniffed and wiped her eyes. Without thinking, she kissed him lightly on the cheek. What did I just do? she asked herself. Michael too, asked himself why did she do that. She quickly snapped out of it and got up. "Well, we better get moving," she said. He got up also and they walked together into the woods. They walked for what seemed like hours, so they decided to rest under an odd looking tree. Briana sat with her back on the tree trunk and Michael was on the other side of the tree doing the same. Soon, something fell from it and dropped down on Briana's head. "Ow, why do bad things always happen to me?" she whined. Michael looked back and said, "Are you alright? What hit you on the head?" She looked around until she saw an apple. "Hey!" she said while holding it up. Michael smiled and said, "Ohh, so this must be an apple tree!" She nodded her head and wiped the fruit on her shirt before taking a bite.
Michael watched her seductively eat the apple, with juice running down the sides of her mouth. His mouth began to water up and he walked closer to her. "Here, take a bite," she said sweetly. She held it up to his mouth and just when he was about to bite down, she pulled it back and laughed. "Aww, you're so cute!" she said. He was frustrated at first, but couldn't help but to smile at her pleasant attitude. This was the first time he'd seen her smile or laugh, or better yet happy. The nerves in his stomach jumped when she called him "cute". "Come on, give me that apple!" he said. "Catch me first," she called as she ran. He ran after her. She pulled her hair out of the ponytail holder and let it flow freely through the warm tropical breeze. She stopped by another tree and rested. She had her back to the tree trunk and Michael got in front of her and put his arms on both sides to lock her in. Briana held it back up to his face and he took a bite. They looked into each other's eyes and their faces came closer together. Their foreheads were together and their lips only centimeters apart. Michael put his hand under her chin, lifting her head up and pressed his lips against hers. Within seconds, Briana found herself kissing him back. They kissed passionately for minutes upon minutes, eventually pushing their tongues inside each other's mouths. She moaned out lightly and wrapped her arms around his neck. He rubbed his hands along her sides, down to her hips, feeling the natural curvation of her body. He began kissing her neck and sucking on it. He felt intoxicated by her sexy smell. She leaned her head back and groaned out. She soon found herself putting her hands on his small behind and pushed him into her more. She could feel his erection poking her through her skirt. Michael then suddenly stopped. "Why did you stop, sweetie?" Briana asked. Michael shook his head and turned around. "I feel so doggish for taking advantage of you like this, and in a situation like this. Dammit!" That was the first time she'd heard him swore. She ran up beside him and stopped him in his tracks. "Michael," she said softly. He loved the way she said his name. "I really want this. And I know you want it too. I have so many feelings for you. I always have. I never wanted you to know, so I covered it up with anger. And you're not taking advantage of me, no sir, you're not! So come here and make love to me!" He smiled and hugged her.
They kissed again and he picked her up and laid her down in a soft patch of grass under a shady tree. He kissed her all around her face, her lips, her nose, her chin, her jawline. While doing so, she grabbed his beautiful face and smiled in the kisses. He kissed her neck, her collarbone, and her chest. She rose up to take the top off. She was now in just her bra and skirt. He untied it from the back and removed it, revealing two very nice breasts. He planted kissed on each one and nibbled on her nipples, making her squeal out. "Oh baby!" she said in a sexy voice. That really turned him on. He stopped sucking her breasts and began taking her skirt off. He smiled down at her and she smiled back. She slipped her panties down, revealing her womanhood to him. She was absolutely beautiful lying beneath him naked. Michael planted kisses on her stomach, traveling down to her soft thighs. She was slightly trembling from all of this. Michael stopped and looked up at her to smile. She smiled back in a loving way. He then buried his face between her legs, pushing his face closer to her clit. She had her knees up and spreaded them further apart. His tongue circled around it slowly and teasingly. She clenched her teeth and grabbed a handful of grass, pulling it out of the ground. Michael's talented tongue then went down to her opening, shoving in and out. "Ahh, yeah. Oooh I like that!" she moaned out loud. Michael smiled, loving all the pleasure he was giving her. Sensing that she was near her peak, he stopped and began taking his own clothes off. While doing so, she was catching her breath. "You taste so good. Better than the most expensive wine on the market," he complimented. She smiled and rose up to help him take off his clothes. Briana kissed his soft lips while unbuttoning his shirt and rubbing that sexy chest she always dreamed of. While she unbuckled the belt on his pants, he grabbed her round behind and squeezed firmly. Now, she was about to take his boxer off. Looking at him, she never figured that Michael could be such a man. He laid her body down gently to the ground and attempted to kiss her again. But she wanted to taste him, make him feel the intense pleasure that she had felt earlier. Briana rolled over and now she was in top of him.
She licked her way down to his stomach, stopping at his huge hardness. Her mouth watered at the sight of it. She wrapped her nicely plump lips around the tip of it. Michael closed his eyes and sucked in some air. Her tongue stoked it up and down, all around, exploring every inch of him. Michael enjoyed her, almost a little too much, so he decided to stop her so he could make love to her. He pulled himself away from her mouth and laid her down on her back. "Oh Michael, this position is so boring. Let's do something else," she said, rising up. She got in a hand-stand with her back against a tree trunk and spreaded her legs wide open. "Hurry up and do me before I fall," she said. The blood was rushing to her head and her face was bright red. After a few seconds, she fell down. "Got dammit!" she swore. Michael helped her up and laughed at her. "I think I've got a better position to try," he said. He'd seen his brothers do this with groupies when he was a young child and found it intriguing. He placed her on all fours and got behind her. "Oooh, doggy style. I like that!" she said in a sexy voice. Briana pushed her hair around one shoulder and looked back at Michael. "I'm ready when you are," she told him. He nodded his head and bit his bottom lip. She felt herself blushing and sweating in anticipation for what was to happen next. Michael grabbed his erection and led it to her opening. He slowly squeezed his way into her soft, tight, warm walls. She gasped at the shocking feeling of how big he was. "Ahh yeah...ohh!" she groaned. He grabbed her hips and guided her body closer to him as he thrusted with lust taking him over. Briana enjoyed his powerful intusions into her body. Minutes upon minutes he thrusted into her. She soon felt herself begin to climax, and he could sense it coming, too. He wanted her to feel what he really had to offer. He wanted to make her scream his name and beg for him. He wanted to show her how much he lusted after her. Michael picked her up and pinned her back against a large boulder. He got in front of her and entered her again, only faster and with more force. She whined and attempted to hold back a scream. Michael knew she was holding back, so he tried to intensify her pleasure. He reached his hand down to her clit and rubbed it. He felt her wetness ooze around him. "Agh, Michael, aghhh, yesss....that's it. Go deeper, haaaarder!" she begged. Now that's what's up, he thought. It turned him on so much. He went into deeper depths in her warm, moist insides. She leaned her head back against the boulder and looked up into the bright, blue sky. He rubbed his hands along her jawline and neck. She pulled her head back down and devoured his lips.
He loved kissing her. Briana soon felt herself nearing again and wrapped her arms around his neck. He too felt himself nearing and knew that there was no turning back. Still entwined in a kiss, they swallowed each other's moans. She exploded into ecstacy and cried out his name with passion. He reached behind her and squeezed her behind and came inside her. They stayed in that position until they caught their breaths. "Michael, damn. I-I...all I can say is that you've got me speechless," said Briana, giving him a peck on the cheek. He raised her head up and kissed her forehead. "Baby, that was wonderful. You're an amazing woman." She smiled at his sweetness. She felt like killing herself for being so mean, nasty, and rude to him. He was a person with feelings and she totally ignored that. He was a great guy. Better than the other men she'd been with. As they put their clothes back on, they heard a strange sound coming out of the sky. When they looked up, they saw helicopters over head. They ran out of the woods and onto the beach, waving their arms around and screaming. "Hey! We're stranded on this island! Come get us!" Eventually, the pilots of the helicopter rescued them and returned them home. When they did, the media was eating this story up. Both of them were bombarded with questions, left and right. Michael didn't answer any right away, nor Briana. After weeks and weeks of scrutiny, the media finally gave out and left the story alone. Ever since the rescue, Michael and Briana haven't seen or spoken to each other. It had been about 4 months since their last encounter. Michael missed her terribly, and desperately wanted to see her. Briana, too, felt the same way. So one evening, she decided to visit him. She wore a red evening gown that hugged her slim body and showed her womanly curves with matching red heels with straps around the ankles. She pinned her hair up and let some bangs fall around her face. She sprayed on some sexy perfume and grabbed her coat. Her chauffer was already outside, so she got in. "Where to?" he asked. "Neverland," she answered. She sat quietly in her seat and tapped nervously on her thighs. As they pulled up at the gates of Neverland, her heart raced and her breathing quickened. The chauffer let her out of the limo and she gave him a nervous nod. Briana slowly walked up the steps to the front door and knocked on it. After about a minute, was Michael standing in the doorway wearing space pajamas. Seeing him like this made her feel more relaxed. He was surprised, but happy to see her. "Briana, come on in. It's cold out tonight," he said. She walked in and he closed the door behind her.
He grabbed her coat from around her shoulders, reavealing a sexy red gown and a intoxicating smelling perfume. He felt himself get turned on. Why is she wearing something like this? He asked himself. "Michael, I want to talk to you," she said, interrupting his thoughts. "Well, let's go in the living room," he replied while grabbing her hand. They sat down on the couch by the fireplace. "Wow, it's really nice in here," she complimented. He nodded his head while saying, "Thank you. Now what do you want to talk with me about?" She bit her lip. Mmm, she's so sexy, Michael thought to himself. She really didn't know how to start this. He sipped on a Kool-Aid juice pouch. "Oh, would you like some?" he asked sweetly. She giggled at his child-like behavior. Another reason she liked him. "No thanks," she said while laughing. "Anyway, I want to talk about what happened between us on the island." He nearly choked on his juice and coughed out. Briana patted him on his back and asked, "Are you ok?" He nodded his head and said, "Yeah, (cough) I'm just fine." Once he stopped, she spoke again. "Michael, see, what happened back there, well," she didn't know how to start. He stared into her eyes and grabbed her hands. "Briana, I want to admit something. That intimate moment we shared was one of the best moments in my life. I feel like I'm falling in love with you," he said. She felt tears stinging her eyes. She nodded her head and said, "I've always liked you. I really have, believe it or not. I covered it up by pretending that I hate you. Childish, huh? But you showed me that you are a really nice guy. I've missed you, and I really hope that we can see each other again." He got closer to her and wrapped his arms around her and sniffed her. Damn, I really need this woman, he thought. "You know, I don't believe in one night stands," he whispered into her ear. His warm breath tickled her soft skin, sending chills down her spine. She arched her back and groaned out. Michael got ontop of her and began kissing her lips with passion. He missed the way her lips tasted, the way her body felt, the sounds of her moans and groans. He could hardly contain himself. She looked down at the huge bulge in his pajama pants. He pressed his body firmly against hers and lifted her gown up. She slipped her shoes off opened her legs wider. "Aww, babe you're so delicious," he groaned. With her head against the arm rest on the couch, she leaned back more. Michael unbuttoned his shirt. She rose up and sucked on his nipples. "Mmm, oh yeah," he moaned out. She then began spelling her name with her tongue on his chest.
He practically ripped her dress from her body. He licked his lips at the sight of it. She was wearing a thong, but no bra. He grabbed the Kool-Aid pouch and began to pour the juice on her chest and stomach. "Oooh, that stuff is cold!" she said. "Well let me warm you up," he said, sexily. He sucked and licked the juice off her body. She indeed felt herself becoming hot from his touches. His hands found their way to her thong. He slipped it off and tossed it across his shoulder. She sucked in her breath. He shoved two fingers inside her, feeling how wet he'd made her. He shoved his fingers in and out of her. She panted and said, "Oh," with each shove. His fingers were covered in her wetness. He decided that she was ready for him. He placed himself in her and laid back, with her on top. She grabbed his shoulders and he held onto her hips. She grinded on him and rode him with passion. He moaned out, enjoying the feeling of her. "Oh Michael, I love you," she said. He grabbed her face in his hands and kissed her passionately. "I love you more," he said back to her. They continued with their love making until their bodies were exhausted. They both fell asleep on the couch. After they were fully asleep, a maid came in the room looking for Michael. She was very surprised at what she saw. First off all, because her boss was fully naked and secondly, she was shocked at who he was naked with. Briana, lying beside him, snoring slightly. She had never seen him with a woman yet, but was very proud for him. She silently left the room and shut off the lights. Later on, Michael had awoken. He was shocked and asked himself, what the hell was going on. He felt some weight against his chest. It was Briana, sleeping soundly. Ohhhh, he thought. He had remembered. He looked over at his clock that read, 2 a.m. Michael picked her body up and went up to his bedroom. She was so beautiful. He kissed her on the lips once again and laid down to go back to sleep. Later that morning, around 7:30 a.m., Briana had awoken. She yawned and stretched. Her eyes looked around the room to find that she was in Michael's bedroom. She also found out that she was still naked. She didn't see her clothes anywhere, so she hid behind the covers. Michael soon woke up too. "Good morning, beautiful," he said as he began to kiss her again. "Oh, good morning sweetheart," she replied when they stopped kissing. There was a long, awkward silence in the room until Michael broke it by saying, "Briana, I love you, baby." She scooted over closer to him and hugged him. "I love you, too, Michael." He looked at her and smiled. "I would love to try to make this relationship work out," he told her. "Oh, I would love to, too." They walked out of bed together, thinking about what the future holds for the two of them.
Tags: fantasy, fiction, jackson, love, michael, passion, romantic
High School Romance|
I walked down the long corridors of Roosevelt High School in Gary, Indiana. While at my locker, I noticed Michael Jackson, the captain of the football team and the most popular and most desired guy in school walking up the hallway. I blushed and leaned my head back on my locker. He was the sexiest guy at school and every girl wanted him...including myself. It seemed as if he was walking in slow motion. He could never just walk anywhere without someone wanting to talk to him or give him a high five, so it took him a while to walk past me. When he finally did, he just kept going. I sighed and stared at him. Oh what am I thinking? A guy like that will never go for a girl like me. He never notices me or even looks in my direction. Just then, Stacy Burns bumped into me, nearly knocking me over. "Move it, Daniels!" she said rudely. I never liked her. Well nobody liked her, not even her best friend, Marcy. Stacy was a stuck-up, popular cheerleader. She thought that she was better than everybody else. She talked back to teachers and even stole from her own mother. She hated everybody, but she hated me especially. I don't know why, but I think it has something to with what I did to her in kindergarten. We were doing art pictures with fingerpaint and I was drawing a pretty picture of a flower when all the sudden, Stacy comes up to me and says, "Wow. That is such an ugly picture." I frowned. That really hurt my feelings. "But I thought it was a pretty picture," I had said, trying to hide it. She grabbed it and dipped her fingers in some paint and drew U-G-L-Y in big bold letters all over my picture. "Ha Ha!" she mocked. I started to cry. Then I dipped my fingers back in the paint and tried to re-do it. But then someone accidentally bumped into me and the jar of paint spilled blue and green goo on her silky, pink shirt. "Agh! Adriana Daniels..I hate you! I will hate you forever and ever!" she screamed. And that's why Stacy hates me so much. Anyway back to the story... She ran up to Michael and hugged him around his neck.
"Baby! Aww I miss you," she said. "Yeah, same here babe," he replied. Those two made me sick. I turned around and grimaced. What did he see in her? Well, what am I thinking? She's pretty of course and she loves to wear short skirts and tops that show off her belly ring. Guys are so superficial, I thought. Stacy has had a history with guys, but she's dated Michael for the longest time. They sit together in all their classes, she wears his jackets, and I even heard that they chew on the same piece of gum. Disgusting. Me, on the other hand, well...I've never even had a boyfriend. Hell, I couldn't even talk to guys without making a complete fool of myself. I'm also the nerdy type. I can ace any test you put in front of me. And looks, well, I'm not ugly at all. I'm just not fashionable. I mean, my folks make enough money to buy me whatever name-brand clothing that I want, but I chose not to follow the crowd. I wanted to be myself. What really showed off my nerdy side was my huge bi-focal glasses on my small face. I had contact lenses but I didn't wear them because they gave me a headache. So I just was the girl that no one noticed. Soon the bell rang and it was time to head to science class. Walking into the classroom, I dodged a few flying pencils, some spitballs, and wadded up paper balls. This class was out of control until Mrs. Lewis came in. "Have a seat and take out your notebooks," she demanded. The room got silent all the sudden. As I bent down to take my notebook out of my bookbag, I noticed that Michael and Stacy came in late. "Where were you two? The bell has already rung." said Mrs. Lewis with an aggrivated tone. "Oh, we're very sorry, Mrs. Lewis. We got caught up in something so we were a little late," said Michael, holding onto Stacy's arm. "Uh-huh, whatever. Just take your seats," she said.
They sat down at the table behind me. "Alright class, this week we are going over the changes in weather. We'll have a quiz next Thursday." Everyone groaned. "Quiet down! I decided to make this a little exciting for you. You'll be paired up to study together," Mrs. Lewis said. Everybody cheered up then. "Settle down, settle down. But I'll be picking your partners." Then again, everyone groaned. Mrs. Lewis opened up her desk drawer and pulled out her roll book and began picking out partners. I really hated it when she did this, because whenever I get a partner, they won't do anything, so I'll end up doing all the work and they get the same credit as me. "Sydney Barns and Rochelle Taylor," she said, while pointing. Sydney gave Rochelle an air kiss and she turned her head and rolled her eyes. I could hear Michael and Stacey behind me, flirting. I shook my head. Then Mrs. Lewis called out my name, "Adriana Daniels and Michael Jackson." I dropped my jaw and then my pen. I was being paired up with Michael Jackson, the most popular guy in school. I heard Stacey gasp. "Mrs. Lewis! No! I want Michael to be MY partner! Not this loser," she said out loud. Mrs. Lewis shook her head and said, "Stacey, stop yelling and deal with it. Oh, and by the way, you're paired up with Damien Johnson." Stacey just sat there with her mouth wide open and her eyes bulged. I giggled to myself. Soon, it was time for lunch period. I packed all my things and headed to my locker. While I was putting things in, Stacey came behind me and kicked me, causing me to drop my stuff. "Hey! What'd you do that for?" I asked with a shaky tone. "You better not talk to my boyfriend!" she yelled, gaining attention. "Stacey, what you're saying doesn't make any sense to me because Mrs. Lewis paired us up together to study. I mean, I HAVE to talk to him, don't I?" She rolled her eyes and put her hands on her hips. "What was I thinking? I know that he would never be interested in you, anyway. Well, Daniels, I am going to lunch. Pick up those books will ya?" she said with an evil grin and left. I felt tears beginning to well up in my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. I leaned back on my locker and closed my eyes until I felt a tap on my shoulder. When I opened them I saw Michael smiling and holding my things in his hands. "Um, you dropped these?" he asked. I was in awe by his presence. "Y-yeah," I stammered.
I grabbed my stuff and put them into my locker. "So, we're partners, huh?" he said, laughing a little. "Yeah," I said quietly. I was so shy when it came to boys. "Stacey's pretty pissed about it, but to tell the truth, I'm glad that you're my partner," he said. I looked up at him. He was so tall, but I was so short. 5'1 to be exact. "Really?" I asked. "Yes, of course. I mean, all that Stacey does is flirt and she never wants to do her work. It gets annoying." I was amazed, but kinda not surprised either. I nodded my head. "Oh, lunch period is almost over and I held you up. I'm sorry. Well, I'll catch up with you after school, okay?" he said. I looked at my watch and nodded, then said, "Alright, see you then." I sat in my usual spot in the cafeteria. By the window, under the sunlight. It was quiet and secluded. I looked across the room at Stacy and the cheerleaders. They all were laughing. Then soon, Michael came in and they all said in unison, "Hi Michael." Stacy got up and started to kiss him on his lips. I quickly turned around. Later, after school while I was walking down the steps, someone grabbed my by my arm, so I turned around. It was Michael. "Hey, remember I said that I'd meet you after school?" he asked. "Oh, sorry. I forgot," I admitted. He smiled and walked with me. "You wanna go to Larry's so we can eat while we study? I'll pay," he offered. I smiled back and said, "Sure." We walked 2 blocks down until we got to the restaurant. Michael and I sat down at a booth and pulled out our science books. "So, what chapter is the lesson on?" he asked. "Um...I think it's chapter 7," I said. I couldn't really concentrate on the lesson because I was mesmerized by the handsome guy sitting in front of me. Then a waitress comes up and says, "Hey sexy. Can I take your order?" Michael smiled and said, "Yes, I'll have 2 orders of hamburgers with a side of fries. And 2 cokes, please." She wrote down the order, smiled a flirty smile and left. "Sorry that I didn't ask you what you wanted, but that's all I could afford. I hope you like hamburgers," he said. I smiled shyly and said, "Oh, that's alright. I really appreciate it, thank you." He smiled back and soon our food came.
We ate and studied until about 5 o'clock when the restaurant was about to close. "I'll walk you home," Michael said, grabbing my books. As soon as we got outside, I noticed that it was kind of chilly so I was shivering. "Are you cold? Here, wear my jacket." said Michael. I put on the big blue jacket and instantly felt warm. Soon, we arrived at my doorway and Michael handed me my books. "Bye, I'll see you tomorrow," he said. I waved back and told him bye. When I stepped in, my nosy big sister, Andrea was in the living room stamping her foot on the carpet. "Where have you been? You're usually at home by 3 o'clock, but it's well after five!" I ignored her and walked past her. "Adriana, answer me, please," she begged. I turned around and asked, "Where's mom?" "She had a meeting to go to and she won't be back until 9. Now tell me where you were!" I placed my books on the bottom step of the stairway and said, "I was at Larry's, studying with Michael." Andrea's eyes grew wide and a sly smile formed on her mouth. "Hmmm. Studying, eh? And did you say Michael? As in Michael Jackson, that handsome young guy that girls are going crazy over?" I nodded my head. "Oh, so you guys are dating?" she asked. I quickly answered, "No! No! We're just paired up together so we can study." She wasn't convinced, so I ran upstairs. "Adriana, girl you moving on up!" she yelled back to me. I plopped down on my bed and sighed. I never knew that Michael could be so sweet. The next morning in the hallway, Michael came up to me and said, "Hey, Adriana. I have football practice this afternoon, so I don't think we can meet up together today." I felt slightly disappointed and said, "Oh, well I understand." He tapped his chin with his finger and said, "Wait, I just thought of something. Would you like to watch me practice and wait for me in the bleachers?" I lit up when he offered that. "Sure, of course," I said. He smiled and replied, "Alright, see you then." All I could think about was Michael.
At lunch, Stacey kept making faces at me and giving me dirty looks. I really didn't care. Finally, the dismissal bell rang and I headed for the football field in the back of the school. I rushed to the bleachers with my bookbag in hand. I sat down and looked around the field. Then I saw a couple kissing by the water fountain. I looked harder to see that it was...Stacey and Michael. I felt a rush of jealousy come over me. My cheeks burned and my eyes got a little watery. I sighed to myself. Soon, the practice started and the football players came out. There were many cute guys on the team, but I kept my eyes on Michael. He could play so well. He ran so fast. No wonder he was the captain! When practice was over, the guys took their shirts off. Mmmm. My eyes scanned over Michael, and oh my god! He was sweaty, so his curly hair was sticking to his face and neck. His toned, muscular chest was sexy. And those tight football pants showed off his cute little butt and..something else! I felt myself getting a little wet. They headed into the locker room to take a shower. Soon, Michael came out in a t-shirt, blue jeans, and his blue jacket. He smelled so sweet, yet spicy at the same time. I loved it! "Hey, ready to go?" he asked while grabbing my books. "Yes, sure," I said. "Larry's closes in 15 minutes, so we'll have to go somewhere else to study. Any suggestions?" Michael said. Without thinking, I said, "We could go to my house." He looked over at me and said, "Yeah, that sounds great!" I was cursing myself in the back of my head. When we arrived at my house, Andrea answered the door. "Oh, come on in guys! Hi, you must be Michael. My name is Andrea. I'm Adriana's big sister," she said with a smile. Michael took her hand and kissed it. "Why hello there, Andrea. Nice to meet you. And may I say that you look absolutely lovely." She blushed and smiled. "Well, you're quite the charmer!" she said as she left the room.
"Are you hungry?" I asked. "Yes! I'm starved!" he said while rubbing his stomach. I led him into the kitchen and said, "Um there's leftover beefaroni in the fridge if you want some." "Oh, yeah, that's fine. I'll eat anything right now." he laughed. Anything? I thought to myself. I heated it up in the microwave and set him a plate of it on the table. He was very adorable when he ate. When he was done, we finally got out our textbooks and studied. "Man, shut the fuck up talking to me! You make me sick!" yelled my sister. She was on the phone with her boyfriend and they were breaking up...again. "Hey, let's go to my room. It's nice and quiet in there," I suggested. He agreed and followed me upstairs. "Nice room," Michael said as we stepped in. "Thanks." My room was huge. It was on the back side of the house, away from the busy street so it was quiet. My walls were lavender and I had many framed awards on my wall and I had a special glass case in the corner near my closet where I kept my trophies. The carpet was white and I kept it very clean. In another corner was my desk where I did projects and homework. Michael and I sat down at that table. I cut the lamp on. "I know I said that you're room was nice, but I really like it. I mean, it's so big, clean, and neat." he complimented. I smiled and said, "Thank you very much. I hate to live in a pig-sty." Michael looked at me and his eyes softened. "Adriana, you know, you're not like the other girls I've dated. You're different...I mean, you're better. You're honest, sincere, nice, smart, and appreciative." I blushed intensely and held back tears. "Michael, thank you. I really enjoy studying with you. You've shown me a different side of you these past days." He came up closer to me and pushed my bangs out of my eyes. "You know, you're very pretty," he said in a low voice. I giggled and felt flattered. No guy had ever said that to me. I took my glasses off and focused on his face. He leaned in closer to me and grabbed my face with his hands and kissed me on the lips. It wasn't a tongue kiss, just a sweet, sensual peck on the lips.
Just then, I remembered what Stacy had said to me and what they did earlier. I pulled away and said, "Michael, no." He looked kind of hurt and asked, "What's wrong?" I shook my head and said, "Stacy." "Ohhh.." he replied softly. "I-I have to go. See you at school," he said as he put on his jacket. "Bye," I said. I laid my head down on my desk and started to cry a little. Why did Stacy have to ruin everything for me? Why did she have to make my life a living hell? The next day at school, while I was walking up the hallway, Michael called me and walked up to me. "Hey, um we need to talk," he said. I felt jittery all the sudden. "Ok, well, let's talk," I said as we stopped at my locker. "Adriana, I'm sorry if I came onto you too fast last night, but I really like you. I've always liked you, but I was too afraid to tell you." I looked up at him in awe. I never thought that I'd hear him say that to me. "Michael, I like you too, but what about Stacy? I mean, she IS your girlfriend." I said. He looked into my eyes and said, "Well she's not anymore. You're my girlfriend now." I was so shocked. I dropped all my things and ran up to him and hugged him around his neck. He leaned down and kissed me on the lips. Suddenly, we heard a scream. "Agh! Michael, what the hell are you doing kissing this bitch?" shrieked Stacy. Michael let go of me and said, "Stacy, I was kissing my girlfriend. Me and you are over." I smiled to myself and stood back. Stacy balled up her fists and ran up to me furiously. "Didn't I tell you to keep your hands off my man? Well, you're about to pay for that!" She pulled my ponytail really hard and slung me down to the ground. I pushed her off me punched her in her nose. "Stacy, I'm sick and tired of you treating me like dirt all the time! I understand that you're upset about what I did to you in kindergarten, but that was ages ago. Let it go and move on with your life! Nobody likes you anyway," I told her like it was. Without noticing, a crowd had formed and they were clapping and cheering. Michael and I walked down the hallway together, holding hands. After school, we went to Larry's again and Michael said, "The prom is comining up soon. Would you go with me and be my prom queen, baby?" I hadn't planned on going but I've always dreamed of it ever since I was a little girl. "Yes, of course Michael," I said, dreamily.
The night of the prom, I wore a silky pink dress that hugged my body and showed my curves. Andrea flat-ironed my hair for me so it was straight and went past my shoulders. I wore light red eye shadow and pink lipstick. My mom chose some clear shoes with straps around my ankles. I didn't wear my bi-focal glasses,instead I wore my contact lenses. When I looked into the mirror, I didn't recognize myself. "Oh honey, you look beautiful," said my mother. I smiled and said, "Thanks mom." Andrea put in her compliment, "You look good, sis." Then the doorbell rang. "Oh, that must be Michael," I said while walking downstairs. I opened the door and he had a bouquet of flowers in his hand. "Wooooaahh! Damn, look at you, baby!" He said, looking me up and down. I giggled and batted my eyes at him. I looked at him. He had on a black suit with a red bowtie and his curly hair hung over his shoulders. "Ready?" he asked. "Yes," I answered. "Hold on you two! Wait until after I take a picture," said mom. We posed in front of the fireplace and took a picture. "Aww, how cute is this? Alright, you two can go now. Have fun!" she said. We left in Michael's BMW. The prom was being held at the DuBois Hotel in downtown. It was a five star hotel. We walked to the ballroom, and it was beautiful in there. The lights were dimmed and the disco light was stunning. We walked over to the punch bowl and was greeted by Michael's main man, Jacob Turner and his date, Rena Stamps. "Hey man, hot date you got there," he told Michael. I blushed. "Thanks man," Michael said back. Soon, the music started and we started to dance. Then finally, slow music played out. The DJ spoke into the microphone and said, "This one is for all the couples in here. So grab your partner." Michael and I got closer together. I mean, very close. We were crotch to crotch, chest to breast. I looked up into his eyes and from there, I knew I was in love. He smiled back at me. I had my hands on his shoulders and he had his around my hips. We leaned in and kissed. When we both got into it, I put my hands on the back of his head and he drove his tongue into my mouth. His tongue massaged mine, exploring my mouth all over. I was really enjoying this. He then began kissing and biting my neck gently, eventually sucking on my neck and leaving hickey marks on my light brown skin. "Babe, do you want to go up to my hotel suite? I rented it just for me and you," he asked, his voice sexy and low. "Oh, yes, of course!" I whined.
He grabbed my hand and led me to the elevator. We stopped on the sixth floor and he swiped his card and let me in first. It was beautiful in there. He closed the door behind us and gently pushed my body onto the bed. He climbed on top of me and slipped my shoes off, massaging my tired feet. I moaned a little because it felt so good. "You have such cute feet," he said, going down to my toes. He placed one toe in his warm, moist mouth and sucked on it. I giggled at first, because it tickled. But eventually, I was moaning. He stopped sucking and got back on top of me and kissed me gently on the lips, traveling down to my collarbone. "Oh, Michael, baby. I must admit something to you..I'm a virgin and I've never done this before. I'm nervous," I said to him. He smiled back at me and said, "Baby, that's fine. I promise that I'll take my time and be gentle. Are you sure you want to do this?" I leaned my head back and smiled. "Yes, I'm positive. Let's do this!" He kissed me once more and said, "I love you." I placed a hand on his face and said, "Michael, I love you too." He unzipped my dress from the back and it fell down to my ankles. I stepped out and laid back on the bed. I was just in my bra and panties. "You're so sexy," Michael moaned out. He then reached behind my back and unsnapped my bra, revealing my hard nipples. "Mmm, nice!" he panted out. I giggled until he placed his mouth around one of them and began sucking on my breast. He used his other hand to flick the nipple of my other breast that he wasn't sucking. "Ohhhh..mmm!" whined out, squirming. It felt so good, that I could've had an orgasm right then and there. His hungy mouth then went down to my stomach and kissed me, leaving wet marks on me. I breathed heavy, my chest moving up and down furiously with every breath I took. He slipped his hands to my thighs and rubbed them. Then his hands found my panties and slipped them off me. He got down on his knees and buried his head between my legs. I squealed out. He slowy stuck two fingers in me and discovered how wet I was. "Mmm, niiice," he shuddered. I arched my back and closed my eyes. He then nibbled lightly on my clit, sending electric waves of pleasure through me, so I moaned out loud, very loudly.
His tongue slip down to my opening and went in and out in a teasing way. I couldn't take it, so I said, "Ohhhh..Michael! I'm gonna..I'm gonna-" he cut me off by saying, "No, not yet. I wanna give you your first orgasm." I helped him pull down his pants, exposing his hard erection. Looking at that huge monster sent me over the edge. I rose up and kissed him while unbuttoning his shirt. I rubbed his muscular chest. "Michael, you're so HOTTT!" I moaned out. He chuckled and said, "Not as hot as you." He pushed me back on the bed and spread my legs open wider. He grabbed his hard dick and rubbed it against my throbbing clit. "Ah..Ah!" I squealed. He stopped and looked into my eyes, and asked, "Are you ready?" I bit down on my bottom lip and said, "Uh-huh." He pressed his lips onto mine and slowly pushed his hardness into my tightness. "Aww yeah! Ahh!" he groaned heavily as soon as he got in me. I was in shock by the sudden feeling. "Oh, you're so big!" I screamed. He bit his bottom lip and said, "Thank you, baby. You're so hot and tight. Well, I'm going to speed up a little." He moved his hips in circles and thrusted faster. "Oh yeah, oh yes! Shit! Oooh..Michael!" I moaned. He went faster this time. "Go faster and deeper, baby!" I begged. "Alrighty," Michael managed to get out between groans and moans. He slid his full dick all the way into the back edge of my pussy and popped my cherry, so I shrieked. He stopped and leaned in to kiss me. I had tears rolling down my cheeks because I was in pain. "Are you okay?" he asked while wiping the tears away. "I don't know, but you just popped my cherry and it hurt like hell," I said. He frowned a little and said, "I'm sorry. I just got so into it. Do you want to continue?" Looking down at his throbbing dick made me get back horny. "Yes," I said. So he went back in cautiously. He thrusted in me at a steady pace and I felt my orgasm building. "Michael! Michael! Ohhhhhh!" I screamed while I came all over the bed. Michael leaned his head back and let out a long, drawn out groan. I felt his hot cum shoot inside me. "Michael..that was the best! You're the man! I love you, baby!" I said while hugging him tightly. He ran his hands through my hair and held me tightly in his strong arms. "Baby, that really was the best. You sent me over the edge! I love you more, baby." We laid down in the bed and I cuddled and kissed my sex god boyfriend all night.
Current Location: Gary, Indiana
Tags: fiction, jackson, michael, romance
Lovin' U Baby =) (Part 2)|
January 1, 1989
"Adriana! Are you alright?" my mom called to me. I was puking my guts up. "No," I said weakly. I got up and washed my face, brushed my teeth, and went back to bed. Amahd came in and brought me a coke. "Thanks," I said while patting him on the back. "Red,(my nickname) are you Ok?" he asked me looking all wide eyed. "Don't worry, I'll be ok. Just alittle sick on the stomach." I reassured him. Then another knock on my door. Shunda came in my room and sat on the foot of my bed. "Girl, you don't look so good." "I know, right? I've been really sick on the stomach lately and plus I missed my period." I told her. "Uh..." she said while closing my door. "You remember what you told me about you and Mr. Jackson?" "Oh, that." I said blushing. "Did you guys use condoms? Any kind of protection?" Shunda asked concerned. "Now that I think about it," I said," No." Shunda looked over at me tapped her forehead. "Do you know what this means?" "No, what?" I asked honestly. Shunda rolled her eyes at me. "Girl, this means you could be pregnant! Come on, think about biology class." I felt like throwing up again. I can't have a baby right now.. Im only 18 years old. "Oh god! But what if I'm not pregnant? We have to make sure. Let's go to the drug store and buy a pregnancy test." I put my clothes on and Shunda and I ran downstairs and out the door.
We bought the test and decided to take it at Shunda's house. "My mom would kill me if she saw me with this." After a few minutes, I asked Shunda to look at the test for me because I was too scared to do so. She gasped. "I knew it..Red, you're pregnant." I couldn't stop crying. "What am I going to? How am I going to tell him? How am I going to tell my mom!?" I sobbed. Shunda hugged me. "Well, first of all, you gotta let Mr. Jackson know that you're having his baby." "Yeah.. I 'll tell him Monday afternoon." That night, I lie in bed with all sort of thoughts flowing through my mind. That day in class, I sat there with my head down sobbing. "Adriana sit up, please. Tell me what is the answer to problem number 7." Michael said. "I don't know," I cried more. "Well then.. I'd like to speak with you after class." he said with his eyebrows raised. After school, I sat back in my desk holding my head in my hands. "Baby, what's the matter?" Michael asked sitting down in the desk next to mine. I looked over at him and cried some more. "Michael.. I'm pregnant." He buried his hands in his curly hair and stood up. "I should've thought about this." "What are we gonna do?" I cried. "Don't worry. I'll be there. First, we've gotta talk to your parents." he told me. "Michael, you don't understand! If my mom and dad find out, they're gonna put me out of the house and then they'll murder you!!" I yelled at him.
He put his arm around my shoulder and kissed my cheek. "Look, I'll handle all of that. But please, we've gotta do this." He drove me to my house in his car. We went into my house and my little brother Amahd answered the door. "Mama! Adriana bought ha teacher to the house!" Mom walked to the door and said,"Hello Mr. Jackson! Is Adriana in any trouble?" I looked up at him knowing that I am indeed in BIG trouble. "Well," he began,"sort of." We all sat down in the dining room. Tears began to well up in my eyes. "Adriana, what have you done now?" my mom asked. "Oh god.. Michael, you tell her please!" I sobbed. Michael took my hand and looked at my mother whose face was shocked. "Mrs. Daniels.. see, Adriana and I have done some things in the past. To be specific and to the point, we had sex. And now..she's pregnant.." he told it all. My mom's look on her face was nothing I had ever seen before. "What the hell?! Adriana! How can you be pregnant? And you, you pervert! You got my baby pregnant!" She got up and started crying. "Mom! No! I'm sorry.." I said. Michael let go of my hand and walked over to my mother. "Don't touch me! Since you think you're all grown and everything, you can't live in this house anymore!" mom shrieked. "But where am I gonna stay?" I asked. "With me," Michael said calmly.
"Since I got you pregnant, I'll take responsibility. Besides, you don't need stress on you while you're carrying my child." I got up and hugged Michael. "Thanks baby!" I whispered. He helped me load all of my things into his car and we left. When we arrived at his house, I immediately ran to the bathroom to throw up. "Next week, we've gotta take you to the doctor." He said. That night, I put on my thin, almost see-through night gown. It was short and very sexy. I laid down on top of Michael's bed. He came in in red pajama pants and a white tank top with his curly, damp hair on his shoulders. He was sexy and I lost my breath. He laid down and kissed my lips, then fell asleep. I sat up in bed and climbed on top of him and rubbed his chest. Then I began to kiss his lips. He responded to this and put his hands underneath my gown and started rubbing my behind. "Woah.. now?" he asked. "Im sorry.." kiss "it's just that" kiss "you look so irresistible in your pajamas." I moaned. Then I grabbed for his hard dick and played with it. "Ohhh.. ah, baby." he groaned. Then I suddenly felt an annoying pain in my stomach and ran into the bathroom. "Sorry!" I yelled. When I returned, Michael looked frustrated and I kissed him,"I can't do this tonight. I don't feel so good."
He still had an erection, but it slowly went down. The next morning, I woke up and Michael wasn't next to me. Then I smelled bacon and headed for the kitchen. "Good morning! Are you feeling any better?" he asked. "Hey, baby. Yeah, I'm feeling ALOT better. I'm hungry." I said while holding my stomach. Michael handed me a plate of bacon, eggs, grits, and toast.(Southern breakfast) "I didn't know you could cook!" I said with toast in my mouth. He laughed,"What? You just thought I was some smart pretty boy?" I punched him lightly on the shoulder and giggled. "Pretty much!" When we were done, he got dressed and headed for school. He kissed me good bye and said,"I'll be home around 4:30. Stay comfortable and relax." "Ok, bye." I watched him leave in the red Toyota. So I just sat around the house and watched TV. Later that afternoon, Michael finally pulled up. "Oh baby, I missed you!" I said as I hugged him. "Mmm, I missed you alot more." he said. "I've got a surprise for you! Close your eyes." I did as I was told and when he said to open them, I was surprised.
It was a big, beautiful diamond ring. Michael got down on his knees and said,"Adriana Daniels.. will you marry me?" I couldn't stop the tears from flowing. I was so happy. "Yes, I will marry you, Michael Jackson!" We hugged each other for what seemed like hours. "I want us to be a family. You know, so the baby will have a mom and dad." Michael said as he rubbed my belly. A week later, it was time to visit the doctor. I sat nervously on the table and Michael held my hand. "Hello Ms. Daniels!" said the tall skinny old woman. "I'm Dr. Sanders." "Hello Dr. Sanders." I said as we shook hands. "And this must be your husband." she said referring to Michael. "Fiancee," Michael said proudly. Then she ordered me to lie back and relax while examining me. "Ms.Daniels,you are indeed pregnant. About 8 weeks to be exact. Do you want to know the sex of the baby?" Dr. Sanders asked. "No," Me and Michael said at the same time. "We want it to be a surprise." I finished.
While riding home in the car, I noticed my belly was protruding a little. I'm not what you'd call skinny, but I'm not fat either. I'm a little like in between the two. More like thick. But I don't have a big stomach. Anyway, my belly started to protrude and I knew from the pregnancy that I'd gain a few pounds. I sighed. Michael heard me and asked,"What's the matter?" "Oh nothing.." I said. When we were at the house, my cell phone rang. "Hello?" I said into the phone. "Hey girl. Where you been?" asked Shunda. "Whats up? Im at Michael's house." I told her. "I'm worried about you girl. Whats been happenin'?" I sighed and told her the whole story,"I told Michael that I'm pregnant, then we both went to my house and told my mom, she put me out, I'm staying with Michael, he proposed to me, and we just came back from the doctor's office." "Did you say he proposed to you?" she asked out of amazement. "Yes!! And I'm so happy!" I said. "That's good. I gotta roll now, bye." Shunda clicked off.
4 months later, I was REALLY showing. My breasts had grown 3 sizes( not that Michael had a problem with it) and I was really really annoyed with life. I was cussin' and screaming at people all day everyday and I had a craving for pickles and anything salty. Then one night, I decided that I wanted Michael inside of me right now. We hadn't done anything in months and now I really wanted it. That afternoon I sat in the bath-tub naked with champagne on the side. Michael saw me and I said seductively,"Come here.. the water feels nice." He took all of his clothes off and got in the tub with me. I sat in between his legs and rested my head on his chest. "Ahh.. I want you so bad," Michael said to me. Then he slid his finger inside me. "Oooh.." I moaned. He put his large hands on my breasts, now big enough to fill his hands up and more. I turned around and kissed his lips. Michael helped me get up and placed me on the side of the tub with my ass in the air. He grabbed my hips and fucked me from the back. "Oooh ahh ah ah," I moaned. Michael felt himself about to cum so he changed positions.
He placed my right leg on his shoulder and went back in me. "Aghhh!" I screamed. Michael slowed down and asked while breathing hard,"Am I hurting you,baby?" "No. You just feel so fuckin good!" I smiled. "But you feel even better." he moaned and went in faster and deeper. This went on for an hour and I finally felt myself tightning up and I had my orgasm.Michael was nearing himself and he pulled out and cummed on my chest. We both panted until we caught our breaths. "Aww, you're so good to me."I told him. "Adriana I wanna marry you now, before the baby is born. I love you and I want you to be my wife now. I can arrange something." he said while holding me in his arms. "Really? I can't wait for you to be my husband!" I replied. The next day, Michael called up some preachers. "It's all set. We're gonna be married next weekend in Destin, Florida." he said hugging me.
We were getting married on the beach on the white sand facing the blue-green water. There was not a cloud in the sky. Everything was perfect. Both our families came, but mostly Michael's. His parents, brothers and sisters, and nieces and nephews. I looked around for my family and to my surprise, my mom even came. My brothers, my grandmother, my aunts and uncles and cousins came. Of course my best friend Shunda came too. I hadn't seen Michael all day because it's bad luck to see the groom before the wedding and I really missed him. In the dressing room about 30 minutes before the wedding, Shunda, mom, and grandma were helping me with my dress, hair, and make-up. "God, you're really showing!" Shunda said referring to my huge stomach while applying my lip liner. I giggled. "I'm nervous," I admitted to the three. "It's ok to have cold feet before your wedding." Grandma told me. "Yeah, I had it before I married your dad." mom said chuckling a little. I was finally ready. They all gasped when I stood up. "You're beautiful!" Shunda exclaimed.
I had to admit. I did look gorgeous in my strap-less white sparkly dress, curly shoulder length hair, eyeshadow, lip liner, eyeliner, and clear shoes. Sort of like the ones Cinderella had on. It was now 5 minutes until the wedding. The music started. I was peeking at Michael from behind the curtains as he was walking down the aisle. He was so handsome. He had on a white tuxedo with a black shirt underneath and black shoes. His hair was fresh with gel to accomodate his long Jehri curls. He had a nice ass too. I was blushing as I saw him walk up there with that sexy swag. Now it was my turn. My little brother Amahd held my dress from behind and my little cousin Mya was the flower girl. The light breeze tossed my hair in the wind. I saw Michael smiling big and blushing. I finally made it. The preacher stepped in front of us and began his sermon. Michael and I kept exchanging glances at each other. Finally,the preacher looked at Michael and said,"Do you take Adriana Moesha Daniels to be your lawfully wedded wife?" "I do." he said. Now the preacher faced me," And do yo take Michael Joseph Jackson as your husband?"
I drew in a deep breath and said,"I do." "I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss th-" before he could finsh, we were making out. Our families clapped and cheered for us. The younger kids were saying things like,"Eeew, gross, kissing!" Michael's mother came up to me and hugged me. "I'm so happy to meet you!" I said. "Aw, same here sweetie." she said. On our way to the hotel, Michael and I were tongue kissing in the taxi. Michael slipped his hand underneath my gown and rubbed my thighs. "Baby, we can't do this right here right now." I said breaking from the intense kiss. "Oh yes we can. We'll have to make it quick." he said breathing hard. "Wait until we get to the hotel..." I said looking at the driver. Michael was looking frustrated. We finally made it to our hotel. Michael carried me up to our room and gently put me down on the bed. He climbed on top of me with his elbows on both side of me on the bed, supporting his weight so he won't put too much pressure on my stomach. I grabbed his sexy face and stuck my tongue in his mouth. He pulled off my shoes and underwear.
He practically ripped off my dress and unsnapped my bra. "You're so sexy in nothing but jewelry." he said in a low sexy voice. I felt his hardness pressing against my inner thighs. So, I slipped from under him and undid his pants. I put his dick into my mouth and began to suck lightly. My tongue did a little dance on him. "Ahh..ahh.ahhh. oh yeah!" he whined. Then he got up away from my mouth and spread my legs open. He started to lick and eat out my pussy. "Oh..ooo..Michael!" I was crazy. Then suddenly, I felt like was about to have an orgasm. "Michael! I'm about to cum!" He stopped and I shoved him on the bed and straddled him. I sat down on his big hard dick and began riding. My titties were bouncing while doing so. "Aww..Ah..Aghh!" I screamed. I looked at Michael. He was biting his bottom lip, sweating, and squinting his eyes. I enjoyed giving him so much pleasure. Then I finally felt him release inside me. Not soon after, I had mine and we lie side by side holding each other until morning.
2 months later, I was 8 months pregnant by then. My stomach was sooo big and swollen. I could barely move around, so Michael was sort of like my servant. One day, Shunda called me and said that everyone is coming over for a baby shower. "Baby Shower?" I asked. "Yeah," she said,"Michael planned it." "Oh." We hung up. I walked onto the back patio and saw Michael putting up balloons and decorations. "Baby why are you up? You're supposed to be resting. You know to call me if you need anything." he said concerned. I sat down in a nearby chair and said,"Better now?" "I was just worried about you." he said with a frown. "I'm sorry," I said back rubbing his face,"It's just my hormones." "I've got a surprise. Come with me." he helped me up and we walked upstairs to one of the extra bedrooms. He opened the door and my mouth hung open. Michael had designed and worked on the baby's room. The walls were painted yellow, the carpet was white, there was a crib by the window, and toys/stuffed animals were all over the place. I hugged Michael and said,"Oh my god...this room is beautiful!" He kissed me and we both rubbed my extemely big belly.
Later, the baby shower started. Just about everyone that came to the wedding was at the baby shower. It was on the back patio at around 5 o'clock that evening. We played the "guess my weight" game, won prizes, and other games. Then it came around time to open presents. Michael's mother bought the baby a car seat, La Toya and Janet bought the baby clothes, Shunda, my mom,and grandma bought bottles, diapers, and bibs. My cousin Tina brought a baby bath tub. Many other people brought the baby such lovely gifts. Michael and I hugged and thanked them all when they left. That night, we unpacked all the gifts. We had ALOT of things. "Wow, that saves us from doing so much shopping." Michael said. "Yeah." Late that night, around 1 am, I began to feel a sharp pain in my back. "Ouch, dammit!" I swore. Michael sat up in bed and said tiredly,"What's the matter?" "Ahh..my fuckin back hurts!" I winced in pain. Then suddenly I felt a horrible indescribable pain in my lower stomach.
I screamed. Michael really woke up then. "Oh god! The baby is coming!" I gasped. Michael shot up outta bed and put some clothes on. "Adriana, come on! We've gotta get you to the emergency room!" Michael panicked. He was so out of it that he put on my shoes instead of his. "Dammit! Did my shoes shrink overnight or something?" "No baby! Those are my shoes!" I laughed. Michael helped me out of bed and into the car. He sped onto the highway. When we made it to the emergency room, I got into a wheel chair and screamed from the intense pain. "My wife is having a baby! We need to see a doctor now!" he yelled to the receptionist. "Sir, stop yelling. Just bring her around back." said the receptionist. Michael rolled me down the hallway into the the delivery room. The doctor put in my IV drip and sent Michael into the waiting room. I was in there for hours..pushing and screaming, pushing and screaming. Then finally, the baby came. Or should I say babies? We had twins. Girl twins. The doctor told Michael it was Ok to come see me.
He came in and hugged me then he kissed the babies. "God, there so beautiful!" he said excitedly. Tears came into his eyes because we both knew that he loved and wanted children of his own so badly. "What should we name them?" he asked me. "Well, how about Michelle and Miranda?" I suggested. "Yeah," he said. "I like that. Michelle and Miranda Jackson." They were so beautiful. Their skin was not light, but not dark either. They had big, brown eyes like Michael, his ears, my nose, and dimples. I cuddled Miranda and he cuddled Michelle. I could already tell that Michelle was gonna be a daddy's girl. Later, the babies fell asleep and Michael and I were up talking. "Adriana?" he asked. "Yes?" I answered. "You do know I love you, right?" he asked again coming closer. "Yeah, and I love you too." I kissed him and then suddenly a nurse walked in. "Alright you two, settle down. That's how you got these two babies here."she joked. After she was done checking me and the twins, Michael and I continued our conversation.
"Anyway," he said," thank you." I raised my eyebrows. "Thank you? For what?" "For giving me all of this. Love, kids, happiness, pleasure, and more." he began to kiss me again. I pulled away and grabbed his cheeks and smiled. "No," I said,"I should be thanking you. You gave me all the support and love that I needed through this difficult time. I have so much love and respect for you." He laid down in bed next to me and we both fell asleep.
Tags: fantasy, fiction, jackson, michael, part 2
Skool Daze (Part One)|
August 11, 1988
One day, the principle announced an assembly for my class in the school auditorium. I sat next to my best friend in the middle row. Mr. Adams got up to the microphone stand and quieted us down. "Alright, settle down." We did as we were told. "Ok," he began, "I know you guys are wondering what has happened to Ms. Johnston, our beloved Algebra teacher." Me and Shunda giggled at that because everybody knows she had a nervous breakdown. "Well she won't be working here any more. So now,we've hired a new Algebra teacher. He's young and fresh. Introducing, Mr. Jackson." I wispered to Shunda,"Oh great, another teacher!" Mr. Jackson walks out onto the stage. I immediately drop my jaw...I'm thinking to myself,"Damn" He was wearing shades, his hair back in a ponytail, a red button-down shirt and black pants with loafers. His smooth bronze skin tone really made him shine. Mr. Adams' voice broke my concentration. "Let's give him a round of appalause!" As I was clapping, I noticed my hands were a little sweaty. Did I have a crush on this dude? Naw, no way. Mr. Jackson steps up to the mike and says,"Hello and good evening students! It is a great pleasure to be working with you. Im very excited and can't wait. I start fresh and early in the morning." He then walks off the stage. Soon, me and Shunda are walking home from school. As we walk past the afternoon traffic, I am in a daze... daydreaming about our new teacher.. how sexy he looked... the sound of his voice.. it all captivated me. I didn't hear Shunda calling me until a car almost hit me! "You bastard!" I yelled. That night, I couldn't sleep much because certain thoughts invaded my brain. "Stop it!" I said to myself. "He's just a stupid teacher." The next morning I spent extra time on my hair and make-up. I didn't realize how long I was in the bathroom until my little brother started banging on the door yelling," Mom says get outta the bathroom now, or you'll miss breakfast!" "Ok, Amahd" I say back. After breakfast, I met Shunda at K-Mart and we were on our way to school. As we walked down the long corridors, Shunda told me,"I promised Mr.Hales that I'd help him with something. I'll get back with ya in homeroom, ok?" "Aite, deuces" I said back. I walked into the classroom to find out I was the first one there. "Damn" I whipered. I sat my purse and bookbag down when I hear someone clear their throat. "Hello there. I see you're my first student." I look up and see Mr. Jackson smiling at me while unpacking his books on the desk. "Yes.. g-good m-morning.." I said nervously. He was wearing a white button up shirt, black pants, white tennis shoes and a lab coat and a pair of glasses. He was extremely sexy!! "What is your name?" he asked me. "Adriana Daniels, sir." "I like that name. Could you help me put these books away, Adriana?" he said while looking at me. I'd do anything for you, baby... What? Did I just think a thought like that? Get a hold of yourself Adriana! I scolded myself in the back of my head. "Yes sir." He handed me a few Algebra textbooks. While doing so, I examined his hands. God, they're big! Maybe something else is big, too... What? Again with the dirty thoughts.. Soon class started and I took my seat. Mr. Jackson began his lesson. Me and Shunda were passing notes.
It read: Adriana: Girl, iznt diz man fiiiine?
Shunda: Fo real tho, he iz but hez 2 old for u.
Adriana: Not that old.. How old iz he? 29? 30?
Shunda: idk. U need 2 do ur work
Adriana: ugh! u sound lyke my mother! how can I concentrate anyway? Hez f@#$ing sexy and all I can think abt iz ridin dat d!@#
"Adriana! Are you passing notes?" Mr. Jackson said. "Um.. I was just..uh" I sounded like an idiot. My bronze skin tone turned red all of a sudden. "Give me the note. I want to talk to you after class" Oh god... After he assigned us work out of the book, I noticed him reading the note and nodding his head side to side. God, take me now, I thought to myself. Later at lunchtime, me and Shunda were eating outside in our usual spot on the side of the school under a shade tree. While I was bending over to sit down and some of my cleavage was showing. Then I saw Mr. Jackson pass by looking at my chest. Was he? Or was I seeing things? Later, when it was time to go, Mr. Jackson told me to sit down. I did. "I can't talk today.. but we'll have to talk tomorrow after school, alright?" "Yes sir;" I said sort of seductively. He licked his sexy lips and sent me on my way. That night, I had a hard time deciding on what to wear tomorrow. Then I finally made my decision. The next morning I put on a pink tank top with my push up bra to show extra cleavage, giant hoop earrings, pink lipstick, a mini skirt that stops at my upper thighs, the finishing touches on my make-up, black heels with straps around my ankles, and my class ring and a necklace. I looked good. No, I looked HOT. My shoulder length hair was down with light brown streaks in it. At school, I was getting extra attention from the guys. I wasn't trying to impress any guys.. Well, maybe just one... As Mr. Jackson came into the classroom I noticed that he was staring alittle and his jaw sort of dropped. Later, it was time to go. I stayed behind to talk with Mr. Jackson. "Adriana, come over here" he said to me. "Yes?" I asked. "You do know that you're not supposed to pass notes in class right?" "Yes, sir." "And, you're supposed to listen to everything I say, right?" "Yes,sir" "Well, you need to be punished.." My heart began to pump faster. He closed the door and shut the blinds on the window. "Bend over" he said. I did as I was told and I felt my self getting wet. He grabbed a ruler out of his desk drawer and began spanking me on my ass. They were gentle at first eventually getting harder, leaving red marks on me. "You've been a bad girl and you're about to learn your lesson." Then he slipped down my pink thong and started rubbing my pussy. "Ahh.. ahhh.. ohh, ooo Mr. Jackson!!" I moaned. "Call me Michael, baby." he breathed hard now. I got up away from him and began kissing him on the lips. Then it got heated and we began to tongue kiss. He stopped kissing my lips and began kissing my neck and massaged my breasts. I was moaning. He then ripped my tank top off and took off my bra. Then he started staring at my nipples and began sucking them. "Oh god! This is sooo good!" "You ain't seen nothin' yet, baby" he told me. I pulled away from him and unbuttoned his shirt. Then, I started kissing his belly. I looked down at his pants and saw he was hard. "Mmm" I said. I slowly unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. I then slid down his boxers and his hard erection stood free. I was stunned and turned on. This nigga was huge! I put the tip of his d!ck in my mouth and swirled my tongue around it. Light moans started to escape his mouth, become louder and intenser as he neared his climax. "Ahh..ooh, stop" he begged me. It was sooo adorable the way he whined and the look on his sexy face. He pushed me against the wall and started playing with my clit. Then he slid his index and middle fingers into my wet pussy. "Oh my god! Yeah, thats it!!! Ohhhh.. ahhh.. baby! Michael!" I moaned. He stopped and laid me down on the floor, placing his hands on my knees spreading my legs wide open. I was wearing nothing but My earrings, necklace, and ring. "Baby, you're about to learn your lesson, now." He forcefully put his hard dick inside me and began thrusting and humping me with force. "Oh..Oh..Oh.. Ahhhh! Oh, Michael!" I screamed. "Slow down! Im a fucking virgin" "I know! That's your punishment, baby girl!" he panted. He drove his dick in and outta me with such force! I was in alot of pain and began to cry from it. "Say my name!" he demanded. "M..M..M..ichael.." I said weakly. "What was that? I can't hear you?" He thrusted deeper and harder into me. "Michael! Michael! MICHAEL FUCKING JACKSON!" I shrieked. Tears were still flowing from my eyes. He slowed down and leaned over to wipe the tears from my eyes and began to kiss me. Now, I was nearing my peak and let out a high pitched scream. I nutted all over his dick. Then, not long after my climax, he had his and he let out the sexiest moan ever. His hot cum was all in my pussy and on the tip of his dick. "Sorry I had to be so rough, baby. You had to learn your lesson." he said while breathing heavy. "Thats okay," I said " I know not to mess with you any more." I smiled. "I love you baby!" I told him while kissing his neck. "Love you more, baby." He said back. And we both put our clothes on and walked out together.
Current Location: Gary, Indiana 1988
Current Mood: ditzy
Tags: 1980s, fan-fiction, jackson, michael
Sometime in 1984...
I walked down the hallway out of the hospital into the parking lot on my way to my car. I was a nurse at a hospital in Los Angeles and I stayed about 5 blocks away. Not too far from home. I'm a single 24-year-old black woman(I'm black in reality). It was a long day at work, and I was exhausted. I unlocked the door to my house and as soon as I got in, I plopped down on the couch and slipped my shoes off. "Man, I can't do this much longer," I said to myself. Later, I ran my bathwater and got in the warm, relaxing water. "Ahhh," I said while the warm water engulfed my tired body. Then I got out of the tub and slipped my bathrobe on and went into my room. I laid out on the bed and clicked the television on. Immediately, Michael Jackson's face appears on the screen. My heart jumped a little, because I am a HUGE fan. I have loved him since I was a child and we were practically the same age. The news anchor lady said that he had gotten burned during a Pepsi commercial accident. Then they showed a clip of him waving his sparkly white glove while being hauled into the back of an ambulance. "Oh my god!" I gasped. Then the anchor announced that he was going to the hospital that I worked at! I got excited at the idea. Then suddenly, the phone rang. I answered,"Hello?" "Adriana Daniels! How are you?" asked my boss, Dr. Watkins. "Good evening, Dr. Watkins. I'm fine, thank you." "That's good," he said. "Adriana, I have a special patient coming in and I want my best nurse to work with him." My heart began to beat faster. "Who is this patient?" I asked, even though I already knew the answer.
"Michael Jackson," he finished. I let out a sigh of disbelief. "He got burned this evening and I'm going to perform his skin graph tonight. You will care for him while he's in recovery. He's the best and I want him to have the most proffesional care I have to offer. And that's you. You start in the morning." I laid back in the bed and said, "Yes, doctor. I will do my best. Thank You!" Dr. Watkins laughed and finished, "Alright. I will see you in the morning." We hung up. I was so happy and ecstatic. That night, I could barely sleep with the thought of caring for THE Michael Jackson. He was sexy as hell. But I had to shake it off because it is against hospital policy to get too personal in the lives of patients. Even if they were famous. That morning, I put on my white uniform dress and shoes, jewelry, and perfume and headed out of the door. As I pulled up in the parking lot, my hands shook alittle and they were clammy. "Jeez," I said to myself. As soon as I walked into the hospital, there was a huge paparazzi in the lobby. I squeezed my way past them and made it to the front desk. Linda was there and as soon as she saw me, she said,"Oh, Adriana. You're Mr. Jackson's nurse, aren't you?" "Yes." "He's on the fifth floor in room 126." "Ok, thanks," I said, going to the elevator. I tapped my fingers on my hips while I waited for the elevator to stop. I found myself humming the song, "Lady In My Life." I quickly stopped and got it together. As I walked into the hall, I was surprised to see the hallway was calm. There were guards at his door and I showed them my I.D.
They opened the door for me and Michael Jackson was lying in his bed, smiling at me. "Hi," he said sweetly. "Hello," I replied nervously. He sat up and asked, "What's your name?" I felt my cheeks burn and said, "Adriana Daniels." He then motioned for me to come closer to him. I did. He smiled that big beautiful smile that I never thought I'd see in person. I looked at the back of his head and there was a huge bandage back there. He was so thin, but so tall. He was sooo much sexier in person than he was in the Thriller video. He cut my concentration when I caught him staring at me with those big eyes. "You are very pretty," he told me. I know my caramel skin turned red just then. I held back a smile and said," Thank you." I felt faint all the sudden and then I snapped back into reality. "So, Mr. Jackson, how are you feeling this morning?" He shifted in the bed and said, "I feel fine, but I'm just a little sore. And please, don't call me Mr. Jackson. That's my dad's name. Call me Michael." I noticed a bit of disgust in his voice while mentioning his father. "Ok," I said. "Well, now I have to check your vital signs." I pulled out my equipment and examined him. When I was done, I said, "Well, you're in pretty good shape, but your blood pressure was a little high." He blew out some air. "Adriana?" he called. "Yes?" "Are there any children in this hospital?" he asked. I tapped my finger on my chin and said, "Yes, I do believe that we have a pediatric unit downstairs." His eyes lit up when I said that. "Oooh can I go down there to visit the kids? And can you come with me?"
I looked at him and said,"Oh, Michael. I don't think so, honey. You have to rest today." He pouted like a young boy and protested. "But you said yourself that I'm just fine. I feel fine, too. And plus I've been cooped up in this room forever." I shrugged my shoulders and said, "Yes, I understand, but it's the doctor's order that you rest today. But I tell you what, we'll go first thing tomorrow. Besides, I have a young patient down there, anyway." He smiled big and said, "Cool! I can't wait!" I couldn't help but to giggle at how adorable and childish he was. And at the same time, still remained sexy. "Alright, my shift is over and it's about time for me to go. See you later." I said, grabbing my car keys. "Bye! See you tomorrow!" he called back. As I was in the elevator, all I could think of was Michael. How kind he was, how concerned he was, how..SEXY he was. The elevator finally landed and I walked past the paparazzi in the lobby and to my car. While in the car, I sniffed my uniform and it had his scent on it. So good! That night, I collected Michael's papers and put them into my folder. Then suddenly, the song "The Lady In My Life" began playing in my head. I couldn't stop the beat in my head. The next morning, I went to the hospital and straight to Michael's room. Walking up the hallway, Brooke Sheilds passed me by and said, "Hi. You must be Adriana. You're ALL that Michael talks about. And he's mentioned something about you guys going to visit the sick children. He's all ready, so I suggest you go ahead on." She rolled her eyes at me and kept walking.
I would've snapped on her, but hearing that I'm all that Michael talks about cooled me down. As soon as I walked in, Michael rushed over towards me and gave me a hug. "I'm so glad you finally made it," he said. I smelled him. God, he smelled SO GOOD! "I'm happy to be here," I replied. He let me go and took my hand. I was startled by this sudden gesture. "Come on, let's see the children." he urged. I led him in the hallway and into the elevator. When we made it to pediatrics, I told him we had to see my patient first. He agreed and followed. My patient was an 11-year-old girl suffering from cancer. She was still bald, but recovering increduosly. Her parents were in the room with her. When I stepped in, I said,"Hi Kaleigh!" She weakly replied,"Hi nurse Daniels." "I have a special patient with me and he wanted to come see you. I hope that is ok." She sat up straighter and said, "No, I don't mind. Who is he?" I motioned for Michael to come in. As soon as he did, her eyes grew wide and she said excitedly, "Awesome! No way!! It's Michael Jackson!" Michael walked up to her bed and hugged her. "Ahh, I'm so glad to meet you!" he said. Tears of joy came to her eyes and she cried. Her mother walked over to us and thanked us. Michael gave them each autographs and took pictures. Then we left. We walked into the playroom where all the younger children were. Michael and I read them stories, played games, and much more. It was almost dinner time when we were done. "Woah, look at the time! I've got to get you back so you can eat." I said while looking at my watch.
When we were back at his room, Michael laid down in his bed, again, staring at me. "You know," I said. "I really enjoyed my time with you these past days. You have such a wonderful way with children and I really admire that about you." He smiled and blushed. "Adriana, I really really enjoyed our time together. You've made me very happy, happier than I have in a while. You are amazing!" he said with honesty. I came over to him and kissed him lightly on the cheek. His dark skin turned red then. "And," he continued,"I would like to spend more time with you. Behind your back, I managed to get an 8 hour pass to leave the hospital. I was wondering, would you like to spend your day with me tomorrow? You know, walk around, have dinner. Kinda like a date. So what do you say?" What do I say? Michael Jackson just asked ME out and what do I say? "Yes! I would enjoy that very much! So around what time should I pick you up?" I replied. He said, "12:00. I can't wait!" I winked at him and left. The next day, I didn't put on my uniform. I wore a speghetti strap pink tank top, skinny jeans and stiletto heels. I wore my curly hair in a simple ponytail and sprayed on my sexiest perfume. I looked in the mirror and was off. As soon as I walked in Michael's room, he was dressed up in a black blazer, a white shirt, dark colored flooding pants, white socks, loafers, and his famous sunglasses. God, he was smokin'! "You're really beautiful." Michael complimented. Me? Beautiful? I couldn't even tell him how SEXY he was. "Aww, thank you. You're pretty hot yourself." I said back. His cheeks turned red and I giggled. "Ready?" I asked, grabbing my keys. "Ready," he said, getting up.
I quickly walked him to the car before the paparazzi caught him. He wanted to stop by the local park, so I did. I showed him a private area where I come everytime I want to relax. It was in the shade, under some trees. We sat down next to each other on the bench and watched some baby ducks pass by. "Aww, they're so cute!" I said while petting one. Michael picked another one up and cradled it like a baby. I was in awe by the sweet scene. We walked across the park by a pond and threw stones in it. Around 3 o'clock, we went to a fancy restaurant. People were running towards us and shoved me out of the way. "Adriana? Where are you?" Michael called over the crowd. I heard him but I couldn't see him. "Michael! I'm here!" I called back. Then suddenly, a security guard calmed down the crowd. Michael was by his side and he grabbed my hand. We walked up to the desk and ordered our seats. "I would like to sit somewhere quiet and secluded. You know, for privacy." said Michael. The man showed us to a seat on the balcony overlooking the city. The view was stunning and we were the only people there. As we sat down, Michael apologized. "I'm sorry about what happened back there. I can never go anywhere without chaos brewing up." I sipped my water and said, "It's okay, really. You have nothing to apologize about. I've really had a good time today." He smiled and took my hand, then kissed it. The waiter came and took our orders. We ate and talked. I asked Michael was he going to sue Pepsi for what happened. "No," he answered. "I'm going to be nice about it." Somehow, we ended up talking about his childhood.
He told me about his family, touring, recording, and much more. He even told me about how his father abused him. I listened and listened good. I could feel his pain, fear, and anger toward his father. Soon, he began to cry. I held his head against my chest and he let it all out. "It's okay, I understand you, baby." I consoled him. He stopped sobbing and looked up at me. "God, you're amazing! I feel like I can tell you anything and that anything is possible when I'm with you." I was stunned by his words. I was speechless. All I could get out was, "Wow.." Then I gathered my thoughts and said,"Michael, what would you like to do next? We have like 2 hours left." He pondered a minute then said, "I would like to go to your house. I want to see it." I just looked at him. "My house?" I asked. He nodded his head, yes and we left. About 15 minutes later, we pulled up into my neighborhood. I opened the door and we went in. Michael looked around and explored my house. "Wow..I love it! It's so comfortable and quiet." he said. "Yeah, that's why I love it so much." I put on a movie in the living room and we sat down together on the couch. It was 6 o'clock and getting dark out. "Michael, you can take your sunglasses off now. The sun is no longer out," I laughed. He slowly took them off and said,"You know why I wear them so much? Because I can't seem to look people in the eye. I get easily embarrased." I looked over at him and said,"Michael, there is nothing for you to be ashamed of. You're a beautiful person, inside and out. That's why people love you so much." He smiled and his eyes twinkled. He then leaned in and kissed my lips, very passionately. I responded by pushing my tongue between his lips and into his mouth.
I let out a soft sigh. He started to rub my bare arms up and down. I placed my hand between the buttons of his blazer and rubbed his chest. We rose up and slow danced in the living room. He began humming one of my favorite songs: "Lady In My Life." I buried my head on his shoulder and smelled him. God, that intoxicating smell on him drove my raging hormones mad. MAD. I couldn't help myself, so I let out an involuntary moan. While dancing, I felt a lump in the front of his pants. So I led him to my bedroom. We made out beside the bed until I broke from it. I began undressing before his eyes. He enjoyed the sight of a naked woman. I felt a bit awkward to be naked in front of Michael Jackson, but I shook it off because I knew what was going to happen next. I took his blazer off and tossed it to the floor along with my clothes. Then I slowly unbuttoned his shirt and took his pants and underwear off. Now he was naked. His erection was huge. That alone made my juices flow. I went back up to him and began kissing again. He pulled away from me and said, "Adriana, I can't do this..I'm sorry." I was shocked and hurt. "What's wrong?" I asked. Tears began to well up in his eyes. "I can't because..I feel like I'm taking advantage of you. I don't want to hurt you." I grabbed his face and said, "Michael, don't be sorry. I appreciate EVERYTHING that we have done together. I feel connected to you now and I really do want this. I want to make love to you." Then I wiped the tears off his face and kissed him again. "Adriana, I love you. I want to make love to you, too. But I'm afraid it may not last very long because I'm a virgin." he admitted. "Michael, we can do this. You can do this. Trust me." I reassured him. He smiled and said,"I already trust you and love you. I wanna show you real lovin' now." I smiled back and we kissed passionately again. Michael led my body to the bed and he laid me down. He placed his hands around my full, round, behind and squeezed it slightly.
He pushed me on my side on the bed. I was on my right side and he got behind me and placed his dick between my legs. "Are you ready, baby?" he asked. I was practically trembling from horniness. "Oh yes! Definetly!" I said in a sexy voice. He slowly put his dick in me and began humping me. To add the pleasure, he placed a finger on my clit and circled it. "Mmmm! Ahhhh!" I moaned. I placed my left leg around his, so I was open wider. He stopped and said,"I want to see your sexy face." I blushed and got up. He sat up straight in an arm chair and told me to sit on his lap, facing him. I did and sat straight on his pulsating dick. As soon as I did, we both let out a moan. He placed his hands on my hips and I placed mine on his shoulders. I started to bounce up and down and he began humping. Our movements made a perfect rhythm. He looked directly at my full breasts that were jiggling with my movements. I leaned in to kiss him. I felt goosebumps form on his body and he began to sweat. Man, for him to be a virgin, he sure can fuck! Then he looked directly into my eyes with a loving look and asked, "Adriana, is it okay if I cum in you?" I hadn't thought about that. "Michael, what if I get pregnant?" He smiled and replied, "I absolutely love children and would like some. And, especially with somone that I love." I smiled big and kissed him intensely. He grabbed my hair and gently tugged at it. I tightened up and we had our orgasm together. He cummed so much that a little bit ran down my legs. We held each other in a tight and loving embrace. "Can I sleep with you tonight?" he asked me. "Michael," I said, "I have to get you back to the hospital. It's 3 hours past the time I was supposed to bring you back! God! I'm fired for sure now."
Michael gazed into my eyes and took my hands. "Baby, you don't have to worry about that anymore. I love you and I want you to be my wife." I was overwhelmed and hugged him tightly. "Michael, of course you can sleep with me! F_ck the hospital! I got you, baby!" I said with joy. He laughed and we laid back down in the bed and cuddled each other all night.
Current Location: Los Angeles California 1984
Current Mood: curious
Current Music: Human Nature
Tags: fantasy, fiction, jackson, love, loviinit, michael, romance
Just Good Friends ( The Ultimate Michael Jackson Fantasy)|
"Whee! Push me higher, Michael!" I screamed with joy. "Ok, you asked for it!" Michael said, pushing me higher with all his might. I was plunged upwards into the air like a space ship going into space. I screamed a playful scream. Michael and I were five at the time. We were in the playground at our school in Indiana. We had met on the first day of school and became fast friends. Anyway, I jumped off the swing-set and landed in the sandbox. Michael came behind me and pushed me gently into the sand and wrestled me. "Agh! Stop it, Mikey!" I giggled playfully. A teacher walked over to us and said, "Cut it out you two. Recess is over now." We stopped and groaned from displeasure. We were in the same kindergarten class and sat next to each other. After school, Michael offered me to come over to his house for the evening. I agreed immediately. Jackie, Michael's oldest brother, walked us to their house. As I walked through the door, his mother gave the boys a hug and then she acknowledged me. "Michael, who's your friend?" she asked. Michael smiled and grabbed my hand. "Her name is Adriana. She's my best friend!" he said with a happy tone. His mother smiled and came over to me to shake my hand. "Hi, Adriana! It is a pleasure to meet you. Do your parents know that you're over here?" I shook my head, no and said, "No, ma'am." She grabbed the phone and told me to call my parents. I did. They would come get me around 7 p.m. Michael and I played around until my parents came. We were upset when I had to go.
"So, what's so special about this little boy?" my father asked me in the car. "Daddy, he's my bestest friend in the whole wide world!" My father grinned. I really truly loved my friend Michael. He was one of the sweetest people I've ever known. At school at lunchtime, we'd trade food and share our snacks. I'd bring a Dr. Pepper and he'd bring a Coca Cola and we'd mix them up together and drink it. Sometimes, at recess, Michael would sing me songs that he was practicing with his dad and brothers. He had such an angelic voice from the beginning. Michael told me that his father thought his singing was so good, that he was going to let him and his brothers perform at the local mall. I was happy and excited for him. Because of his talent, we spent less time together. He had to practice all the time. Despite this, we still remained very close. At school, he'd show me some dance moves and sing a few songs. My friend, Michael, is who got me to enjoy music all my life. It sounded so good. On the few days he didn't have practice, I'd go over to his house and we'd lay out on the floor of his bedroom and listen to records of famous singers like, The Supremes, The Temptations, Jackie Wilson, Smokey Robinson, and his favorite, James Brown. Listening to those people sing put my mind at ease. I felt like I could listen to them all day. While lying on the floor, Michael grabbed my hand and we'd hum the songs. I remember one day while we were alone in the room, Michael's mother came in and said, "You kids okay? You've been in here alone for quite awhile. I hope nothing is going on. Let's just keep the door open for now." At the time, I didn't know what she meant. But whenever Michael and I walked around alone together, his brothers would always tease us about it. They'd say things like, "Oooh! Michael's got a girlfriend!" We just simply ignored them.
By the time we were 7, Michael and his brothers had been signed to a record label called "Steeltown." I remember that he was very excited about it. The first song they ever recorded was called "Big Boy." Michael had managed to get me a record for myself. As soon as I got home, I tried to sneak into my room, but my daddy caught me. "Where'd you get that record?" he asked. I said, "From my friend, Michael. He made it just for me." My dad took it and played it on the record player in the living room. God, it sounded so good! Dad got a funny look on his face and put that nasty smelling cigar down. "This boy's got talent. He'll go far one day; I can feel it. I'm gonna talk to his pops about signing on with Motown." Daddy got up out of the arm chair and went into his bedroom. My dad was a songwriter for Motown. He wrote songs for rookies. Michael's father never called him back. I didn't care. At school, I told Michael, "Mikey! That song was the best. Daddy even thinks it was the best!" He grinned and said, "Yeah, we worked really hard on it. We had to do it over a billion times before it was just right!" I giggled at that. He had such an imagination. As the years passed, Michael and I still stayed close. But, by the time we turned 10, something happened that would forever change our relationship. Michael and his brothers had gotten signed under Motown. Of course I was happy for them, but he had to move away from Indiana to California, so he could get recognized by the world. He had stopped coming to school, because he would've been a distraction. Girls were running towards him all the time. I couldn't go over to his house much anymore. But, we still remained best friends. One Saturday afternoon, Michael promised to take me to the park. He did. As we walked side by side, I noticed Michael was beginning to grow taller. He towered over me at age 10. I noticed something else, too. I was developing a crush on him. I mean, he was sooooo cute, adorable, and nice. I got alittle jealous when those other girls would run over him. He took my hand and said, "Adriana, I'm gonna miss you." I felt my face burn and my eyes getting watery. "I'm gonna miss you, too, Michael." Next week, he was moving away. We vowed to spend this entire week together as much as possible.
That week seemed to pass by much too quickly. I was passing by his house on my way to the grocery store, when I saw his family members packing up things into a van. Michael ran towards me and I ran towards him. "Mikey! Don't leave!" I said with a quivery tone. He hugged me in a loving embrace and simply said, "I have to go." I couldn't stop the tears. "No!" I sobbed louder and my head began to hurt. I heard Michael's brother say, "Time to go, Mike." I held onto Michael tighter and yelled, "No! Don't take my Mikey away!" My cousin ran towards me and attempted to pull me off Michael. I was strong and didn't give in. Michael's brothers and dad ran to him to pull him away from my grip. I was wild by then. "Dee Dee! (what Michael called me) I'm going to really miss you! I love you!" he yelled while being hauled into the van. "I love you, too Mikey!" I said between a sob. Then suddenly, he got out and ran back towards me. "Here," he said, handing me a piece of paper and a bracelet. "What's this?" I asked. "The paper has my new address and phone number. You can call me or send me a letter so we can always be in touch. The bracelet is a mark of friendship. Do you promise to wear it forever? I have one and I'll wear mine forever." I put the red bracelet with a few beads on my wrist. "Yes, I'll wear it forever and ever and ever!!" I said back. He hugged me and got back into the van. It pulled off and Michael waved good-bye from the window. I waved back and cried some more. He was gone forever. That night, I made myself sick with crying. My pillow was saturated with tears, I had a headache, my chest hurt, my mouth was dry, and I missed Michael. My daddy came in my room and said, "Is that all you gonna do? Cry over something you can't change? You need to stop that cryin' right now or I'll give you something to cry about!" He slammed my door and I got out of bed. My eyes were puffy, red, and swollen. I could barely see anything. I cradled the bracelet and smelled it. It still had his scent on it. The next day, I decided to call Michael. A lady's voice I didn't recognize answered. "Can I speak with Mikey, please?" I asked. "Mikey? Oh, you must mean Michael. Sure, just one sec." she said. I waited a few seconds and Michael answered, "Hello?" "Mikey! It's me, Dee Dee!" I said excitedly. "Dee Dee? You called! I'm so happy to hear your voice!" We talked for hours. I didn't care. All I wanted was Michael in any way I could have him. We hung up after awhile. I called Michael every single day for 2 months until he moved to another location in California called Encino. He gave me the address and phone number to that place, but I didn't call as much because he was almost never at home. So I just stopped calling altogether. Years passed, and I hadn't heard a word from Michael. The only piece of him that I had was that bracelet.
I was now 13 years old, but I looked much older. I had a big, round ass and full breasts. Guys were looking, but I didn't care. I wanted only 1 somebody. Michael. One day as I was flipping through T.V. stations, I stumbled upon a show with Michael on it. It was the dating game show. My heart beat got faster. Michael was soooo tall then. His afro was much bigger than mine. Dick Clark talked to him. Michael's voice changed alittle. It was still angelic. I watched the whole thing, because I was curious who he'd pick to be his date. They were going to New York City. I was jealous, because I wanted to be the girl going on a date with Michael and plus, I've never been outside of Gary. Until one day...my mother called social services on my dad and demand that they take me away from him and move me in with her in San Fransico, California. I did. I hadn't seen my mother since I was kidnapped by my daddy when I was 3 years old. She was so nice and caring. As soon as I came to her house, she took me on a shopping spree. We got me a whole new wardrobe, jewlery, and I got something called a relaxer to straighten out my afro. My hair was long. It stopped a little past my shoulders. "Oh god! Aren't you beautiful?" she exclaimed. I did look pretty good. When I made it back home, I clicked the T.V. on and there was an interview with the Jackson 5ive on. It immediately caught my attention. Michael was talking the most. Man, for him to be 14, he sure looked good. He was tall, slender, had beautiful brown skin, big eyes, and a perfectly cut afro. Looking at him made me get a funny feeling between my legs. I felt a tingle and I'd get a little wet. I remember my mom called that "arousal." According to the girls around me, that's called getting horny. Only he made me feel that way, no one else. One Sunday, I was around Los Angeles with my mother and we drove around the Encino suburb. I had an aunt that lived there. While driving, I see a white limo stopping at the end of a driveway. A tall figure got out and flagged my mom to stop. It was Michael. He'd recognized me. "Dee Dee!" he called from the driveway. I got out of the car and ran towards him. "You know Michael Jackson?" my mom asked. "Yes, ma'am!" I called towards my mother. "Mikey! Mikey!" I said as I hugged Michael. "Oh, Dee Dee! I missed you so much!" Michael told me. I smelled him. He still smelled good. He looked good, too. I began to get that funny feeling between my legs again. Michael's eyes looked me up and down, mostly at my protruding chest. "Wow! You look really nice." he complimented. "Thank you. You look..look..perfect!" was all I could say. I sounded stupid.
"Wanna come inside?" he asked. I looked back at my mother, who was still waiting in the car. "Oh, I gotta ask my mom. I'll be right back!" I went over to my mother and she said it was all right. She would pick me up later. Michael excitedly took my hand and led me to the limosuine. I had never rode in one before. As soon as we walked in the house, he re-introduced me to the family. "Adriana, it is so nice to see you again!" his mother said, hugging me. 5-year-old Janet hugged me also. As Michael led me to his room, I couldn't help but stare. He was so handsome. I always thought he was cute, but as he got older, he began to look more masculine. I let out a soft, almost silent sigh. He was my only crush and my biggest. His room was bigger than the one in Indiana. "Woah..look at your room, Mikey." I said. His room was bigger than my living room. "Yeah, it's pretty big and all to myself. But I rarely sleep in here." He said. "Why?" I asked out of curiosity, "Because," he said. "We tour so much, that I'm rarely ever at home. I'm used to sleeping in hotel room beds...with all kinds of commotion going on." I looked at him. "What kind of commotion?" He took another look at my chest and said, "Uh, with my brothers and groupies. Girls are always throwing themselves at us. I don't mess with them. But my brothers do. I don't do it, because I feel like I should wait until I find someone I love and have sex and get married. I don't like using girls and taking advantage of them." I understood completely. Then I hugged him. I knew Michael was sweet, but not this sweet. "More guys should be like you, Mikey." Michael stood back and pulled me closer to his body. He planted a sweet, gentle kiss on my lips. My first kiss. We both blushed furiously and smiled. Then Michael's mother came in the room and said, "Adriana, your mother is waiting for you in her car. Michael, your father and brothers are ready to go." I was upset. Michael said, "I've gotta go to Kansas City to perform. Will you promise to watch me on T.V.?" I looked down at my bracelet and said, "Yeah, I promise." He gave me another kiss on the lips and said, "Good-bye, Dee Dee." "Good-bye, Mikey." He walked to the car while holding my hand and said bye to my mother and we left. "Now," mom began. "Will you please tell me how you know Michael Jackson?" I smiled and explained how we were friends since kindergarten and so on. She was amazed. "And he gave me this bracelet as a mark of our friendship. He even has one." I finished. When I watched their concert on T.V., they sang the song, "I'll Be There." Whenever he sang it, I felt the song was for me. Especially the part where Michael says, "Just look over your shoulders, honey!" I tugged on the bracelet and let out a sigh. I began to think about the kiss..and something more than a kiss. I thought about what Michael said about waiting to have sex until he's married. I truly loved Michael and he told me he loved me, too. More years passed. I hadn't spoken to, or seen Michael in 5 years. I was 19, and attended a local highschool in San Fransico. That's where I met my future husband, Kaleb Anderson. We married within 3 years. Let me tell you, that was a marriage made in hell. We argued all the time, Kaleb could never hold a job, and all he wanted was to have sex with me. I didn't get any children out of this marriage and I was miserable. In 1985, we seperated, and in 1990, we divorced. Don't ask me why it took so long to divorce. I'm still trying to figure that out.
By the time I was 35 in 1993, I was living in Los Angeles by myself. I worked at a local bank. My life was hell. I didn't meet Mr. Right yet, I had no children, my mother passed away 2 years ago, and I was lonely. But I still hadn't forgotten about Michael. I still had the bracelet he gave me. I held it close to my body. More years passed. It was now the year 2005. I watched T.V. one evening and they were talking about the trial. Some money hungry people falsely accused Michael of molesting their 13-year-old son. Bullshit. I began to change the channel until I saw Michael's face on the screen. Boy, had he changed. His skin was porcelain white, he was thin, tall, and had bone straight hair. I know he had vitiligo, which made his skin pale. He looked fragile and hurt. I felt my heart sink when I saw him. My best friend in the whole world was in pain. I wanted to hold him and comfort him. One Saturday afternoon, I was out shopping in Beverly Hills. There were many people out and about, which led me to think something was going on. I went inside a bookstore. I looked up and down the aisle for a book. As I was looking at a particular book, a young boy bumped into me by accident. "Excuse me, miss." he said. I turned around and the boy had blond hair and a mask on. "That's alright." I told him. "Prince, did you say excuse me?" asked a man with a soft voice. I recognized that voice from somewhere. The tall man had a baseball cap on and a long, black, trench coat. "Yes I did, daddy." the boy said. When the man faced me, our mouths hung open. "Dee Dee?" he said. "Mikey?" We stared at each other. Tears welled up in both our eyes. "Dee Dee! I'm so happy to see you! How long has it been? Thirty years?" he said while hugging me. "Oh, I don't know. I'm sooo happy to see you, too, Mikey. I missed you so much! I even still have our friendship bracelet." I said, half sobbing. Michael showed me his wrist and said, "I still have mine, too. I thought you'd forgotten about me." I wiped the tears away. "Forget you? Who could ever forget you? I thought you'd forgotten me!" He laughed and said, "Now why would I forget my best friend? Adriana, you're beautiful. The years have been good to you." I blushed and smiled. "Michael, thank you. You look good, too." He smiled that big beautiful smile. "Dee Dee, I would like to ask you something." "Yes, Mikey?" "Would you like to have dinner with me tonight?" I was overcome with joy. "Michael, of course!" He looked relieved when I answered. "Alright, I will have my limo driver come over to your house around 8 o'clock. As soon as you get to Neverland, just give this pass to the guards and someone will lead you to the ballroom." I handed Michael my address and phone number. "Alright, see you tonight." I said as I left. At home, I was a nervous wreck. I kept thinking to myself, "This is only Michael." I also remebered that he has been my biggest crush since I was like 10.
That night, I wore a strap-less black, sparkly dress that stopped a little above my knees. I also wore a silver pendant necklace and diamond earrings. Of course I wore my friendship bracelet. My shoulder length hair was pinned up with a few bangs in my face. I put on my cherry flavored lip stick and black stiletto heels with straps. I purposely let some cleavage show. I was ready when I heard a car horn blare outside. The driver of the limo let me in and we were off to Neverland. Because I lived in Los Angeles, the drive was a bit long. When we arrived, my heart began to beat faster. The driver let me out of the car and I headed towards the house. I could feel him checking me out, but I didn't turn around because I was so nervous. I showed the guards my pass and they led me to the ballroom. God, it was beautiful in there. (Michael's point of view) "Where is she?" I thought to myself. Then suddenly, Adriana came in. God, she was sexy. The very sight of her sent my hormones raging. "Hi, Mikey," she said. "Hello, Dee Dee. Nice to see you." I grabbed for her hand and kissed it. She giggled. I pulled a chair out for her and then I sat down. We ate and had small talk. She even told me she was married years ago. "It didn't work out. All he cared about was sex. We had almost nothing in common and he wouldn't even take the time to have kids with me." she finished. A feeling of relief came over me when she said it didn't work out. "Well, who wouldn't want to have children with you? I mean, you're beautiful, charming, intelligent, hard working, loyal, and much more." I admitted. She smiled and put her hand over her chest. I couldn't stop looking at those big, delicious breasts that I've dreamed of since I was 13. "Stop it," I said in my mind. Adriana's more than a sex object. But she has so much sex appeal. "Would you like to dance?" I asked to get my mind off that subject. "Sure," she said. I grabbed her by her waist and we slow danced on the floor. I looked into her eyes and was hypnotized. She buried her head on my shoulder, which gave me time to examine her body. Damn, what a nice, round ass. Her skin is so soft and nice shade of caramel. I couldn't believe I was dancing with this beautiful black woman. Who would want to let her go? I felt myself getting turned on suddenly. I stopped thinking nasty thoughts and just danced. I couldn't seem to control myself. I was about to burst. Then suddenly, I got hard and I was dancing right on her. I didn't want her to think of me as a pervert, so I ended the dance. "Dee Dee, I'm not feeling so well. I'm sorry, but I have to lie down now." She looked at me and said, "Mikey, I understand. I'll be going now." I grabbed her by the wrist to stop her. "It's not that I don't like you or anything, it's just that I'm really sick on the stomach. How about I take you out tomorrow for lunch?" She smiled and said,"I'd love to. Goodnight." As she left, I watched her walk out. God, I needed this woman. That night while I laid down, thoughts of my childhood with Dee Dee flowed through my mind.
She was so sincere and nice. Unlike those other bitches I had a failed marriage with. I wanted to hit myself on the head for not proposing to Adriana earlier. Then visions of her sexy body flashed through my mind. I knew I shouldn't have went down that path. I was hard again. Annoyed, I tried to sleep it off. No budge. So I did what I didn't want to do. I placed my hand around my dick and began stroking. Then I imagined Adriana naked. I felt embarrassed and perverted, but it felt so good. I finally cummed and relaxed. (My point of view) Tonight had been wonderful. Michael was so sexy and hot with his straight hair and his white suit. I knew Michael wanted me just as badly as I wanted him. I felt it. I literally felt it. That night, I had a dream about our childhood. Or was it a flashback? When I woke up, it was 9 a.m. I hurried up and got ready because I was leaving for a lunch date with Michael in two hours. I wore my now straight hair down, a tight fitting tank top, and skinny jeans with some flats. At exactly 12 o'clock, the limosuine was at my house, in my driveway. I hurriedly got there. Michael was inside waiting for me. He was wearing an orange button up shirt, black pants, boots, his black fedora hat and sunglasses. I felt goosebumps form on my skin. "Michael, you look awesome!" I said. He smiled and gave me that gentle kiss on the lips again. I wanted to just take him down and devour those sweet lips and make love to him, but I had to control my strong desire. "Dee Dee, I must warn you that it can get pretty crazy out there when people see me in public. But don't worry, I have heavy security around us. We'll be eating at one of my favorite restaurants in Beverly Hills." he said and kissed my hand. A few minutes later, we pulled up at a French restaurant. A body guard opened the door and led us out of the car. I got out first with Michael right behind me. The inside of the restaurant was well decorated and dimly lit. We sat down at a table by the window. While waiting for the waiter to come, Michael and I talked. "I really love Neverland. It's beautiful." I said, sipping on water. Michael got an uneasy look on his face and said, "Yeah, it is. But I just can't live there anymore. Too many bad memories. I'm thinking about selling it and moving to Bahrain for a brief time next year." I nodded my head in understanding. I grabbed his hands and looked into his eyes. They had a sad look in them. "Mikey, you're a strong person. I feel that if you can survive this, you can survive anything." He smiled faintly back at me and said, "Dee Dee, there is something that I've wanted to tell you a long time ago. You make me happy when I'm sad. You make me smile when I'm in pain. You pick me up when I fall down. My love for you grows with each passing day and I want to live the rest of my life with you. I know this sounds crazy, but if I don't have you in my life, I may die. I love you, and I want you to be my wife." Those words brought tears to my eyes and I was stunned. I felt the exact same way. "Mikey..I accept. I love you so much. I've always loved you and never went a day without thinking of you." I said just what I meant. I saw the tears run down his face.
He got down on a knee, and held out a shiny diamond ring. He slipped it on my finger and kissed me, this time with passion. He sat back down in his chair and smiled at me. "You know, I've always had the biggest crush on you. Ever since I was 10." I was amazed and admitted, "Mikey, I was the exact same way." We laughed at each other and finally, the waiter came. He had a horrible French accent. We ate and talked. While in the limosuine, Michael said, "I would like for you to meet the kids." I've always wanted to meet his kids. When we arrived through the door, Prince and Paris came running towards their father, yelling, "Daddy! Daddy!" They all hugged each other. That was so sweet. "Kids, I would like for you to meet Adriana." Michael said, extending his hand out in my direction. They ran towards me and hugged me. "She and I will be getting married soon." Just then, Grace came in with 3-year-old Blanket in her arms. Michael grabbed him and told me, "This is Prince Michael Jackson the second. Here." I took the sleeping toddler and cradled him. He was so small and cute. I rubbed him gently on the head. I've wanted children ever since I was 10. Grace then took him away from me, so he can take his nap. "Michael, you have wonderful children." I said. "Thank you," he replied. "I've always wanted children of my own. Would you like a tour of Neverland?" "Yes." He grabbed my hand like he did when we were little and led me outside to one of his carts. We rode around the yard, the rides, the booths, and finally, his wishing tree. He helped me climb up and he followed. The view was spectacular. "Wow, Mikey! This is amazing." I said with awe. "Yeah, I come here when I want to think. As a matter of fact, I write some of my songs in this tree." I listened to all that he needed to say. I let him lay his head on my chest and I laid back on the tree. "Mikey, when you left for California 30 something years ago, you just don't know how sick that made me. I cried all night long. I thought I'd never see you again. Baby, I missed you and I have loved you always. When you gave me my first kiss when I was 13, that really meant something to me." I said all that was in my mind just then. Tears came to my eyes with the memories. Michael sat up and wiped the tears off my face. He kissed me with love. "Dee Dee, I love you. You just don't understand how crushed I was to leave you behind in Indiana. I wanted to jump out of that van and hold you." I wrapped my arms around his neck and we kissed intensely. Our tongues raced around each other's mouths. It was getting late, and a single star was out. The sun setting on the horizon let out an orange and purple glow. "Dee Dee, will you stay with me tonight?" Michael asked. "Of course, Mikey." I said back. He let me climb back down first and we rode back to the house in the cart. When we were back in the house, the kids were in the living room asleep. Michael carried Paris, and I carried Prince back up to their rooms. We tucked them in and were back in Michael's bedroom. Again, his bedroom was huge.
"Mikey! This room is enormous!" I said. He laughed. "Baby, would you like for me to run your bathwater?" he asked me. "Oh, Mikey, you don't have to do that." I told him. "Nonsense. You're my future wife." he went ahead and ran my water. He led me into the bathroom. God, it was nice in there. The floor was glassy, the tub was made of creamy colored marble and had beautiful engravings on it. Michael even put some romantic touches in. He made a path of red roses leading up to the tub, massage oils were on the side, candles were lit, the lights were dim, and chocolate candy was in a heart shaped box. "Oh my god! This is so sweet and romantic of you!" I said, breathless. He smiled and kissed my neck, then began undressing me. I felt alittle shy to be naked in front of Michael for the first time. He must've noticed because he said, "No need to be shy. You're sexy." That made me blush and get that funny feeling between my legs. He grabbed my hands and helped me into the tub. The water was the perfect temperature. "Ahh," I said. Michael then put some of the oil in his hands and rubbed my shoulders. This man was spoiling me. I looked at him and he smiled widely. When I was done, I looked around and noticed that I had no spare clothes. "Michael, I didn't bring any clothes." I said. He smiled again and said, "No worries. I will send someone to get your things from your house and move them in here. For now, put on this bathrobe." It was silky, soft, and short. I knew Mikey was a freak. I laid back on the bed and took a brief nap. I awoke to the sound of running water. Michael was taking a shower. That feeling between my legs came back and I couldn't control my desire. I slipped my robe off and went into the shower with him. He didn't see me coming, so I startled him. "Oh shit! Dee Dee!" he said, relieved. I looked at him. He had a nice body. We walked out together, naked and wet. Michael looked at my wet body and bit his bottom lip. Drying off, I noticed this. We walked over to the bed and sat side by side. We pulled our faces closer together and made out like horny teenagers. He rubbed his hands along the top of my breasts. We pulled away after a minute. "Dee Dee, I love you and now I think it's time we made love." Michael said, breathing heavy. "Yes..I think so, too. Call me weird, but I have always imagined us doing this someday." I replied back. He put a hand on my face and kissed me tenderly and lovingly. Because we were naked, I could easily see his arousal. He was already hard as a rock. "Oh baby, you're so hot and sexy. I need you." he moaned. Just the sound of his voice made me horny. "Michael! I need you, too." He laid me down gently on the bed and caressed my breasts so tenderly. I reached down and grabbed for his hardness. God, it was long and thick! I stroked it and made it stiffer. "Ahhh..." Michael groaned. He went down between my thighs and licked the inside of them. It felt so fucking good. He went even lower towards my womanhood and stuck his tongue inside my opening. "Ohhhhh," I said, throwing my head back.
After a while, he stopped and climbed on top of me again. I wanted to return his oral pleasure, so I gently pushed him back on the bed and went down on him. I stuck him in my watery mouth and sucked with force. "Ahh..shit!" he yelled out, clutching the sheets. I stopped and placed his dick between my cleavage of my full breasts and worked him between it. I could tell he enjoyed it. "Baby, stop. I'm about to cum!" he said. I stopped and got back into the position he put me in earlier. "Dee Dee, I want you to have my baby. I would like more children and especially with you." he said. I felt overwhelmed. I've always wanted kids, and now I'm about to make a baby with the love of my life. "Mikey, of course I will have your baby! I will give you as many as you want. As long as you keep this up..Ahhhh!" I said while he placed himself in me. He went at a slow, steady pace. I never knew he was such a lover. "Oh, Mikey! Go faster, baby!" I begged. Sweat was dripping from his forehead and he was breathing heavy. "Whatever you want, Dee Dee." He thrusted his hips with maximum speed. The sound of his hips slapping against my inner thighs filled the room. The bed was shaking furiously with every thrust. I began to get goosebumps on my body and a sensation went on between my legs that no man has ever made me feel. It felt so good that I cried out from pleasure. I cummed all over the place. Michael was still going at it, because he hadn't had his yet. Soon, I felt his dick pulsate inside me and he bursted. He made the sexiest face ever and let out a high pitched noise I never heard him make before. I kissed him on the lips again and laid back on the bed. "Mikey..that was the best! I've never had sex that intense before. You're amazing." I said. He wrapped his arms around my waist and said, "Same here. It feels like magic between the two of us. Baby, I love you." I giggled and snuggled closer. "Mmm, I love you too, baby." We fell asleep not too soon after. In the morning, I awoke before Michael and went into the kitchen to fix breakfast. The kids came down first and ate. Michael came down soon after. He yawned and said, "Baby, you don't have to do this. That's why we have a cook." I put a plate in front of him and replied, "I wanted to do it. I'm not used to people cooking for me." He kissed my forehead as a mark of understanding. Later that afternoon, I was sitting in the living room watching T.V. Michael came in to discuss our wedding plans. "Dee Dee, I wanna get married in a beautiful place. What do you think of India?" I pondered a minute. The Indian culture is very beautiful and I've always wanted to go there and see it for myself. I never ever imagined having my wedding over there. "Mikey, that sounds wonderful!" I said after making my decision. He nodded and smiled then said, "Okay, it's settled. We'll be getting married in India next month. Now, baby excuse me while I make arrangements."
He got up and left out. I sighed and put my hand over my heart. A couple weeks later, I started to become very sick on the stomach. I couldn't keep my food down and I was vomiting all the time. I stayed in bed all day. So one day, Michael called a doctor to come over to check me. At first I thought I had the stomach flu, but I got better news. Michael sat on the bed next to me and rubbed my face. "Baby I hope you will be alright." he said. Just then, the doctor came in with a smile. "What's wrong with me, doc?" I asked. She came over to us and replied, "Adriana..you're pregnant." Michael and I were so happy. We hugged each other very tightly and tears came to our eyes. "Oh my god. I can't believe it! I've always wanted kids." I said with joy. Michael rubbed my stomach and kissed me tenderly. "Baby..I am so happy! I want the world to know that we're getting married and having a baby. Do you mind going on the Oprah Winfrey Show? She's been asking me to go." I don't really like being in the public eye, so I had to think about that for a minute. I've never met Oprah before, and I have always wanted to. Plus, the world needed to know about the new Mrs. Jackson. "Yes, baby. I would love to." I said, hugging him. The time finally came. Michael and I flew to Chicago in one of his private airplanes. I was a nervous wreck, because I had never been on national television before. Michael calmed me down and reassured me. Before going on the show, we went inside the hotel to freshen up. I wore a long, silky, black gown that went down to my ankles. It had a slit in the side to show off my legs. I put on silver hoop earrings, a pendant necklace, and my engagement ring. I wore my hair down and it flowed down my shoulders. Michael was wearing a white, sparkly shirt and shiny black pants with loafers. He also wore his fedora hat. Our make-up artists were putting the finishing touches about 20 minutes before the show. When they were done, we had about 15 minutes before showtime. Michael and I were backstage and all alone. "You look really sexy, Mikey," I said, walking closer to him. "Oh really," he said while grabbing me by the waist and pulling me closer into him. "Yeah..really.." I giggled. We pulled our faces together and kissed. I swept my tongue across his bottom lip and sucked on it. He began to rub on my behind and squeeze it. He laid me down on a nearby table and lifted my gown up a little. He slipped his fingers to my pussy and pushed my panties to the side and gently stuck two fingers in me. "Ahhh..." I moaned out loud. I didn't even care about what was going on around us until a young man came in on us. He had the biggest grin on his face when he saw what me and Michael were up to. "Umm.." he began. "Five minutes until showtime.." I felt so embarrased. Later, Oprah came on set and introduced us. "On my show today, I have a very special guest joining us. He has been in the public eye ever since he was five years old, and here he is today with his fiancee. Introducing the one and only King Of Pop..Michael Jackson and his fiancee, Adriana Daniels." As we walked out together, the crowd went bizerk. They were standing up and clapping furiously.
Michael gave Oprah a kiss on the cheek and shook her hand, and I hugged her. "I am so excited to have you guys here." she said as we sat down on the couch. "And we're glad to be here, Oprah," Michael replied. "So," she began. "I hear you guys are getting married soon. How did you first meet each other?" Michael looked toward me and asked, "You wanna tell 'em, baby?" "Sure." I said. "We met on the first day of school in kindergarten in Indiana. We became fast friends and stuck together like glue. We'd play around and do kid stuff. And oh god, I remember the day Michael had to move away crystal clear. I was so upset about that." Tears came to my eyes again, so Michael picked up where I left off. "Oh yes..that was so heartbreaking for the two of us. I had the biggest crush on her ever since I was 10 years old and my love for her grew as the years passed. More recently, we met in a bookstore in Beverly Hills. I proposed to her and we plan to get married next weekend in India." Michael then leaned over to kiss me. The crowd went, "Oooh" Oprah laughed and said, "Can't you just feel the love here?" Then everyone else laughed. "Alright," she continued. "I heard something else that everyone definetly wants to know...Adriana..are you pregnant?" I smiled a big smile and replied, "Yes! Definetly!" Everyone clapped and cheered. When they calmed down Oprah asked an invading question: "Well, how did you guys make the baby? Sex or what?" I rolled my eyes. Why would she ask such a question? Michael saw the disgust on my face and he grabbed my hand. "Why does it matter? That's personal. It doesn't make a difference how a child is brought into this world. To answer you question, yes. We did have sex." The crowd clapped furiously to my answer. Oprah continued the interview and wrapped it up with one final question: "Do you two really love each other?" Michael and I exchanged glances and he spoke first. "Of course. I love Adriana dearly. Why would I marry someone that I didn't love?" "Yeah," I said. "We've had feelings for each other for quite sometime." We marked it with a hot, wet kiss on national television. "Well, there you have it folks. Thank you for watching." While in the limo, Michael told me about how sometimes interviews can be the way it was today. I suddenly felt the urge to vomit again and asked the driver to pull over, but it was too late. I accidentally threw up on Michael's lap. "Oh my god! I am so sorry! Man..." I said. Michael asked the driver for some napkins and wrapped his arms around me. "Baby, don't be sorry. That's alright." He was so understanding.
At home, Michael was calling various people and family members to tell them about our wedding next weekend in India. I over heard a conversation he was having with his mother. "Yes, India, mom. I'm going to marry Adriana. You remember her, right? Yes, of course. Alright..I love you. Bye." He came up to me and grabbed me by my hand. "Where are we going?" I asked. Michael just smiled and led me on. We went into his library and were greeted by a tall woman who was smiling. "Hello," she said and shook my hand. "Hello," I replied back. Michael stepped aside and said, "Baby, this is Gloria. She will be helping you with your wedding outfit. She'll take your measurements and let you choose the outfit that you want to wear." Michael then kissed my cheek and walked out. "Ok, let's get started." said Gloria. I got my measurements done for awhile, and then Gloria came out with a stack of magazines. "Mr. Jackson says that your wedding is going to be an Indian style one. So, I chose magazines with all Indian wedding attire. Look through them and tell me which one that you like." she told me. "Alright." I said. I looked carefully at each magazine and each outfit. One by one. Gloria waited patiently with me and made a few suggestions. After looking at all the outfits, I finally made my decision. It was beautiful. The next Thursday, Michael and I left Neverland and got aboard a one of his private jets to India. The ride was very, very long. I sat by the window with Michael next to me. It was late in the afternoon, so I laid my head on his shoulder and took a nap. A little bit after I dozed off, I felt a hand travel up and down my legs. It didn't wake me, though. Soon, it went up further to my thighs and a little bit up my dress. I started to get wet by then. I opened one eye and saw Michael was the one doing all of that. He then slipped his hands to my panties and slipped them down to my ankles. I woke up then. Michael slipped a finger to my clit and circled it slowly, making me wetter and wetter. "Ah..Ah," I said lightly. He put his thumb on my clit and his index and middle fingers inside of my dripping wet pussy. I'm not sure how, but he did two different movements with that one hand. His thumb was rubbing my clit and his fingers were being shoved inside of me at the EXACT same time. One of the things that I really love about Michael, is the fact that he knows exactly how to please me. "Daaaamn! Now that's what I call a wake up!" I said. I looked down at his fingers that were soaked in my juices. He smiled and moved his hand faster and faster. He used his other hand to rub and squeeze my breasts. So he could get easier access to them, I pushed my bra and the straps of my dress down. I climbed onto his lap, facing him and wrapped my arm around his neck, biting and licking it. I left hickey marks on him. With him fingering me and rubbing my breasts, I was full of pleasure. I felt my orgasm building and started to tremble a little bit. I finally came all over his hands. "Dee Dee, your pussy is so hot and tight. Damn that was nice!" Michael said. I pulled my panties up and pushed my bra and straps of my dress back up. I reached for Michael's dick, which was already hard as a rock, and massaged it through his pants. "Ahhhh..." he moaned. I undid his pants and kneeled down before him. "Are you ready?" I asked in a teasing manner.
He arched his back and whined, "Yes...please..just do it." I giggled and slowly put it in my mouth. My red lipstick left a streak on him. I traced my tongue all along it and took it out of my mouth. I then went down lower and licked lightly on his balls and masturbated him while doing so. "Jesus! Shit! Damn, baby...you sure know how to give head." Michael said between a groan. I put his full dick down my throat and attempted to talk while it was in there. The vibration of my voice caused him more pleasure. "Oh shit! I'm about to cum!" Michael said. Just when he was about to burst, a flight attendant came in. "Oh my! I'm sorry if I interrupted anything...I'll be back later." she said with shock on her face, and left out. Michael's pants were still down and he was still in my mouth, so we continued. I swirled my tonged on the head and he creamed in my mouth. It was so much and I swallowed it all and kept sucking until I was sure his orgasm was complete. I rose up and looked at him. He was clutching the seat handle pretty hard and was sweating. My hair was fucked up, because he kept rubbing my head like crazy. I sat back down in my seat and smoothed my hair down. "Baby, you want some wine to help relax you?" I asked while rubbing his face. He was still breathing quite hard and said, "Yes..that would be nice. Do you think the flight attendant will come back after what she just witnessed?" I laughed and said, "I don't know. Let's call her." The lady came in cautiously and slowly. We drank grape wine and soon fell asleep. Early that morning, we arrived to an Indian palace. I looked out the window at the the beautiful, dark, green grass, the mountains, and the buildings below. Michael grabbed my hand and led me out of the jet. There, we were greeted by a chauffeur and got inside the limosuine. We drove up to a palace and slowly went into the gates of it. "Dee Dee, we will be staying at this palace with my good friend, Prince Gupta." Michael told me as we walked up to the front door. The inside of that palace was beautiful. My heels made a "click clack" sound on the freshly waxed, glassy floor as I walked. It was so quiet in there. We walked through a big, nicely carved wooden door and was greeted by Prince Gupta. "Hello Michael." he said while hugging him and shaking hands. "Hello, Prince Gupta. This is my fiancee, Adriana." Michael said while pulling me closer to him. "Why hello, madame." he said, kissing my hand and smiling. I giggled and bowed down. "Hello your majesty. Nice to meet you." I said. He laughed then showed us our suite. After we got settled, he said, "I know you want breakfast, so I will get one of my servants to show you to the kitchen in about a half hour." He left out and closed the door. "Mikey! This place is beautiful! So magnificent!" I chanted. He smiled and helped me off the bed. "Only the best for my baby." We kissed a small kiss on the lips. I looked around the suite and found a note on the bathroom door. "Hey Mikey, there's a note on the door." I said, pointing to it. He picked it up and read it aloud. Prince Gupta picked out outfits for the two of us to wear to breakfast. Michael and I took a shower and put the clothes on. I was surprised to see that they were just plain American clothes. I wore a white, speghetti strap sundress with pink flowers on it. It was tight on me and showed every curve. Along with it, white heels. I also had a pink hat. I just simply wore my hair down. Michael wore blue jeans and a black button-up shirt with his fedora hat and a pair of boots. "What's with the American clothes?" I asked. "I'm not sure." Michael answered. Soon, a knock on the door. I opened it and there was a short, chubby woman with long hair there. "The Prince sent me here to bring you to breakfast. Come." she said.
We were led into a beautiful dining room. After Michael and I sat down, in came Prince Gupta..wearing American clothing. "Hello again." he said and sat down. "I know you two are wondering why I'm wearing American clothing. Well, because I just simply adore the American culture and plus, I wanted to make you two feel comfortable and at home." Michael and I nodded our heads in agreement. "Well, you surely have made us feel at home." I said. Soon, a server came in and brought in a plate of Indian cuisine. It looked very odd, so I was very hesitant at eating it. "Why aren't you eating, baby?" Michael asked. "Oh, it's just my stomach. You know, the pregnancy." I replied and rubbed my stomach. "Try it. It's good and it'll help you feel better." Michael reassured. He scooped up a forkful of it and put it in my mouth. As soon as it hit my tastebuds, I immediately loved it. When we were done, the prince told us that we were free to do whatever we liked for the rest of the day. Michael and I decided to go look around at the scenery and then go shopping. That night, we were exhausted. When we arrived back to our suite, I kicked my shoes off and laid back on the bed. "Whooo! What a day!" I said. Michael plopped down next to me and replied, "You said it.." I took my clothes off and got under the covers, then fell asleep. Tomorrow would be the best day of my life. I awoke to an empty bed and a empty suite. "Mikey!" I called. No answer. I kept calling his name and searching the room until I found a note by the bedside table. "What's this?" I asked aloud. It read :
Baby, if you're wondering where I am, then don't worry. Today is our wedding day and I am out somewhere getting ready. You will do the same. Someone will come by our suite and help prepare you. I will see you at our honeymoon tonight. I love you more than anything, baby.. Love, Michael.
When I was done reading it, I smiled and placed a hand over my heart. I took a shower and a few minutes later, three women were at the door to help me with my outfit, hair, and make-up. When they were done they all looked at me and said in unison, "Awww." I looked in the mirror and giggled. I was dressed like Jasmine in the movie "Aladdin." My hair was in a ponytail and I had a diamond in the middle of my forehead. They walked me to the back of the palace that was used as a wedding chapel. It was very grassy back there with a lot of pink and blue flowers on everything. The chairs were white and had decoration on them. Off in the distance, you could see the Arabian Sea. I could have fainted and died on the spot because of the intense beauty. Family members and a few friends were beginning to arrive and romantic music played softly in the background. Soon, I saw a tall, overweight man dressed in black step up to the chapel with a book in his hand. "Must be the minister," I thought to myself. After a while, the place was almost packed and someone hushed the crowd. The music played louder and Michael walked out. He was dressed like Aladdin. The younger kids giggled when they saw what Michael was wearing. I thought he looked sexy. Then all the sudden, someone grabs my hand and I turn around. It was Prince Gupta. He was my escort. He interlocked his arm with mine and we walked out together. When everyone saw me, they all let out a "Ooooh." I even heard a few whistles from the men. I blushed as I walked up. Michael looked into my eyes and smile a warm, loving smile that made me blush more furiously. We did the traditional Indian wedding and when it was time for us to seal it with a kiss, there was not a single dry eye in there. I couldn't stop my tears. I was so happy to live the beginning of the rest of my life. I was finally Mrs. Jackson. The reception was held in the ballroom of the palace. Everyone in there was slow dancing with a partner. Michael and I were in the middle of the room with everybody else around us. In my eyes, no one was there. Just me and Michael. He pulled my body tight into his and planted a slow, passionate, kiss on me. He placed his hands around my waist and I held onto his shoulders. I wanted to make love to him so badly, that I wish the reception would end soon. It did, and when Michael and I made it back to our suite, clothes were all over the floor. "Oh baby, I missed you. When I saw you walk up there, I felt nothing but lust all evening. I can hardly contain myself now." Michael said, taking his pants off. I was fully naked on the bed waiting for him. "I feel the same way, honey. Now come over here and get this!" I said in a low, sexy voice.
That turned him on even more. I laid back and spread my legs open wider. He placed his crotch between my legs. That's how wide open I was. We kissed very hotly and Michael drove his tongue deep down my throat. I rubbed my hands on his back and traveled down to his ass. God, it was nice. I grabbed it and traced my fingers along it. Michael eased up with the kissing and went down to my nipples and began sucking one by one. Slowly and seductively. He gently bit down on it and his soft, wet tongue traced around it. Then he put my breast in his mouth and sucked with force. "Ohhh..damn damn damn!" I moaned. He placed his hands on my knees and opened up my legs wider. His hard dick was ready for this. Just knowing what was going to happen next made me even hornier, so I let out a moan. Michael slowly put his erection in me and began humping me..standing up while I was on my back. He bent down to place his finger on my clit and rubbed. "Michael! Ohhh..daddy go deeper!" I cried. He loved it when I call him daddy. He stopped and placed me on all fours so I was in the doggy-style position. "This way, I can go deep, baby. You ready?" he asked. Now..I know this man knows damn well that I'm ready. "Yeah," I managed to get out. He went in me very slowly and took his time. I was literally crying from the teasing. So finally, when my body couldn't take it anymore, my hormones took control. I forcefully pushed Michael onto his back on the bed and I straddled him like I was a cowgirl. "My turn," I said into his ear as I nibbled it. I rose back up and started to bounce. I rode him and I closed my eyes. They rolled to the back of my head. I suddenly felt myself coming to my peak, so I sped up. "Agh! Shit..Ooooh!" I yelled out when I had my orgasm. I laid back and Michael got on top of me and finished. We laid in bed, breathing heavy, holding each other, kissing, and cuddling...all night long. The next day was kind of sad. We were leaving India. At the front door of the palace, Prince Gupta told us good-bye. "It was a pleasure to have you two as a guest at my home. I hope you can visit soon." Michael and I hugged him and I said, "Thank you so much. My dream come true has happened here. I couldn't ask for anything more." As we walked to the limosuine, we waved back. When we were back at Neverland a couple days later, we were greeted by three eager young children yelling, "Mom, Daddy! You're home!" We hugged them all and rested. Well, at least I rested. I went into the bedroom and fell asleep for a few hours. When I woke up, it was dark out and I saw Michael sitting on the foot of the bed, humming. "Baby, what's the matter?" I asked. "Well," he said. "Earlier, I was writing a new song and now I'm humming it. What do you think?" He then hummed and sang a few lyrics. "Mikey..that sounded wonderful. I love it." I said with honesty. "Baby, this song is just for you." he admitted. I hugged him tightly. "I'm going to call it 'Star Shine.' " he said.
As the months passed, I got bigger and bigger. Michael released a new album. Then finally, the grand finale that we've all been waiting for happened. On May 5, 2006, I gave birth to our baby girl. In the hospital, Michael and the kids were greeting the newest Jackson family member. Her name was Ja'Nya Katherine Jackson. She was so precious and tiny. I can't even describe how much I love her. To me, she is a symbol of love between Michael and I. "Oh my god...she is so adorable.." I said. "Yeah, she's gonna be good-looking like her mother," Michael said while holding her. Her skin was a semi bronze and semi caramel color. She had Michael's eye shape and her eye color was hazel and greenish. She looked a little bit like her aunt Janet. When it was time for me to go home, I was glad to spend time with my baby. Prince and Paris constantly argued over when who gets a turn to hold her. I thought it was funny. Blanket seemed a little bit jealous because he was no longer the baby of the family. Michael moved the crib inside of our room beside the bed for now. Once the baby gets a little bit older, we'll move her into Paris's room. That night, while sleeping, I wrapped my arms around Michael and sighed. The memories of our life together flashed through my head. Every laugh and every tear we shed. I relaxed and said quietly, "I love you, Mikey." I guess Michael heard me, because he said, "I love you more, Dee Dee."
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