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All Of The Things She Can't Do *Pt. 3*
Hello! Enjoy! P.S. a shout out to all the people who liked this: MiKayla, Ann, and Lexi, and a lot of others. Thank you for reading and I appreciate your strong liking of this story. and to MiKayla. I'll put you in my next story, because the only characters in this story is basically Josephine and Michael, so to make up for it, I'll make you one of the main characters or maybe your name could be the name of the main female character. <3 <3 ---------------------------------------------------------------- Recap: Michael told me all about his troubles at home, and he spent the night over at my house. I make an enterance in the guest room and I was ready to sleep with the man I loved. <3 *Still in Michael's P.O.V.* I was a tad bit embarassed about my major erection but the sexual tensions were building up inside of me. Josephine's scandalous lingerie, her gently touching me down there and the way she makes me feel all along. She looked ready to have sex. I looked hesitant, I really was, but I wanted to as well. I didn't want to cheat on Lisa, but the way she treated me made me want to cheat. I had mixed emotions about this. I wanted to make love to Josephine, the woman that I have been in love with for the past twenty-four years, the woman that always made me smile, and the woman that I knew loved me for as long as the stars fall from the sky...but Lisa and I were married, even though a short period of time. Should I stay faithful to the woman that treated me as her puppy or should I make passionate, wild love to the woman who cared about me for almost thirty years? Josephine: (whispering) Michael, I know you want this...(rubbing my chest and kissing my earlobe) I tried to come off as strong and say no to her, but I was distracted by sweet, desirable pleasure from every move she made on me. Me: (moans) Josephine... Josephine: Don't say no. Say yes. (kissing my neck) Me: (moans louder) Josephine, no... Josephine: Michael, don't you want this? Me: (silence) I looked at her with a blank facial expression. I wanted to but I was scared to. I just had to come out with what I was feeling. Me: Yes...but I'm scared. Josephine: What are you scared of? Me: I'm afraid that Lisa will eventually find out and run to the media with all of this information and you'll eventually be a media target. I don't want you to go through what I go through every day of my life. I want you to enjoy your life and not be a recluse...like me. Josephine: Michael...(takes my hand) Nobody'll find out. You can trust me. I love you, and I have for twenty-four years. Nobody will ever get in the way of those twenty-four years. Not Lisa, not the media, nobody. Baby, I want to have a foundation with you and I want to do all of the things she can't do. Me: And what are those? Josephine: Have your babies, give you love and support, and treat you like what you are: a wonderful, gentle man who deserves the best woman in the world. (smiles) Me: (smiles back) Now that I heard that, the hesitance and the fear all faded away and I felt a warm feeling for her. There was no denying it anymore. I was officially ready to show her the long twenty-four years of deep love for her. This woman was a part of my life. I remember a time when I started to be curious about sex and she was the only one in my mind. I would always have dreams about us making love so wildly and so raw, and I just thought it was a phase, but it really wasn't, since these dreams kept happening for many, many years. Now, my dream is going to come true. This was the moment that I wanted for twenty years: having sex with Josephine Angeline Marrota. She leaned in and slowly kissed me, wanting myself to rip her clothes off and just having my way with her even more. But it wasn't necessary. This had to be a slow, beautiful process. My hands were all around her hips and hers were on my face, traveling down to my shirt to unbutton it. She was peacefully moaning as her lips were on mine and taking off my shirt at the same time. "Sit," she comanded. I sat as she was finishing unbuttoning, and finally, she slipped my red shirt over my shoulders, showing my chest. Josephine: (starts to laugh) Michael, you still have that bird chest? Me: (gasps) That aint funny, thunderthighs! (laughs) Josephine: Ooh, Michael Joseph Jackson, I'm gonna get you! (gets up) Me: Bring it! (runs) We were little kids again. She chased me all around the house as I was continuously laughing and teasing her. She eventually caught up with me and literally tackled me onto her bed, with her on top of me. Josephine: (speaks sultrily) You're busted. Now, it's time for your punishment, you naughty, nasty little boy... Me: Ooh, not if I give you a spanking first, naughty, nasty little girl. (smirks) She immediately kissed me hard on my lips. As we were kissing, we got up and tucked back the covers so we could lay. She pushed me down the bed and started to undress. My eyes were in complete awe as I carefully watched her unzip her pink lingerie, making it fall down to the floor by her ankles. Now, she was only in her bra and panties. Her bra opened from the front. Now, that was my favorite type of bra!! She slowly unhooked it and there was the very first time I have ever seen her large, luscious breasts. They were bigger than I imagined. She swayed up to me and she could notice that I was very inticed by her beautiful breasts. She gently took my hand and stroked her left breast with her other hand. Josephine: (whispering) Touch me like this... She smoothly caressed her breast one more time to demonstrate what I was going to do to her. Again, she took my hand and guided me. I felt her soft, large breast and already, I was in esctasy. As my hand felt her nipple, a sudden feeling brushed over me. I mumbled a moan and she could hear it. Josephine: (smirks) You are so sexy when you moan. (whispering in my ear) By the way, I'm a 36 D, if you're wondering... My exact facial expression was this: O_O This was my erection face. As you're guessing, I did have another one. She slipped off her panties, letting them drop down to the floor. She was completely naked at this point. She did a little dance for me as I was rested comfortably in her bed, just watching her sway her body and rock her hips. She was touching herself as she did this. Her hands were all over her thighs and her fingers gently stroked her private area as she moaned out loud. Suddenly, she laid on the floor and demanded me to come to her. Josephine: Touch me. (spreads her legs) Me: O_O Um... I didn't know what to do. Number one, it's because I really didn't know what to do and number two, I was too erect to do anything. Again, she took my hand and put my hand against her privates. Eventually, I could do it on my own. I took my right index finger and stroked along the edges of her vaginal area as she moaned louder and started to rotate her hips, starting out slow but her hips started to rotate faster and more intensely. She was squeezing her breasts as I was continuing to touch her lightly. My God, she was wet! I couldn't believe how much pleasure she felt from me just touching her. Josephine: This is what I do to myself every night when I'm thinking of you... Me: O_O I was erect once again! UGH! It gets annoying after a time. I was ready to make love to her. I didn't want to do all of this other stuff anymore. Forcefully, I picked her up bridal-style and plopped her on her bed. I started to take off my pants and my boxers. She looked very hungry as I was fully naked. She kept looking down on me down there, and she said these exact words: "Come and get me, daddy." Me: (smirks) Certainly... I got into bed and started to kiss her neck slowly. She groaned and she wrapped her arms around my lower back, telling me to come on. It finally happened! I slowly went inside of her and instead of a moan or a gasp that I was expecting from her, she responded with a little laugh. Me: What's so funny? Once I looked at her, she looked like she was in pain, but it was obvious she was trying to hide it. Josephine: Nothin' (starts to laugh painfully again) Me: Just let me know if I'm hurting you. Josephine: I will be sure to do that. (gasps) OWW! Me: I am hurting you, aren't I? Josephine: Sorta...(groans in pain) Me: Are you a virgin? Josephine: Well...kinda. Me: There is no "kinda". It's yes or no. Josephine: Okay, I admit. I am... Me: Well, I'll be gentle...(kisses her) Are you ready? Josephine: Yeah...(smiles) Her laughing was gone and the groaning began. Her arms were packed on my shoulders and tears were forming out of her eyes as I was trying to be gentle the best I could. After a period of time, the groaning ceased and the pleasure started. Josephine: (moaning) OHH...Michael... Me: (kissing her bare shoulder) I love you. I wish you were my wife... Josephine: Oh! Uh...baby, go faster... I accelerated my hips grinding against her, and she was literally holding onto the sheets, with her head tipped backwards, her mouth was open as a result of the intense, overwhelming pleasure she recieved, and her eyes were rolled into the back of her head. * In Josephine's P.O.V.* Ooh, I felt so good! Michael had me screaming his name a million times and he showed me how he felt those twenty-four years. I thought he was going to be a little awkward and not so committed when he discovered that I was a thirty-six year old virgin, but he didn't care about that. As he went faster on me, I started to scream at the top of my lungs. Me: (screams) MICHAEL!! Michael: (panting and sweating) Me: OH, BABY! (moans) Michael: (whispering) You feel so good, girl. (grabs my booty) Me: Mmm...Michael, I love when you grab me like that. (groans) I loved the way our whole bodies were intertwining: we were holding hands as he made me feel like a natural woman; his body was in mine; our legs were sliding against each other and our stomach were face-to-face with each other. Michael: (kissing my breasts) I want to be with you... Me: (moaning) I want that too... For the rest of the night/morning, we had wild, raw, scandalous, nasty, naughty, and reckless sex. When we finally finished, it was 8:30 in the morning. I was supposed to be a work at 8:00 but I didn't care about being late at that point and called in a substitute for the day. (btw, I worked as a high school band director/teacher) I laid my head on Michael's bare, sweaty chest as we slept in bed together. We woke up at 4:00 P.M. and from there, he put on his clothes, his aviator sunglasses, and his black fedora, and he called his limo driver to arrive at the driveway. He gave me one last kiss on the lips as he headed out of the door. Ever since, he and I had a brief, passionate affair, until in December in 1995, when I found out I was pregnant with his child. I soon ended the affair once I found out, and I never told him I was pregnant. I later regret that. I knew he wanted a child, but I kept him away from his dream. That didn't make me any better than Lisa. I hated myself for it, and when our daughter was born in September of 1996, I tried to get into contact with him, but he wasn't available, since he had a tour all around the world. My daughter, Marlina, would wonder where her father was and who he was, and I wouldn't be able to tell her that her father was really Michael Jackson. I felt so guilt-ridden that I kept a child away from him and I broke my promise to do all of the things that Lisa couldn't do. Really, I couldn't do all of the things Lisa couldn't do. I didn't want him to know about his child, because I didn't want the media to interfere, even though I said I didn't care. Really, deep down inside, I was afraid. But Michael eventually became a father the next year and he also had another wife, named Debbie Rowe. In '98, I saw a magazine cover of his, his new wife, and his children, Prince and Paris. I started to cry because if I was smart enough to not hide my child away from him, that would've been us on that magazine cover. Angry at myself and so guilt-ridden for the stupid decision I made, I went into my room and wrote a note to my baby Michael. My letter to Michael was this: Dear Michael, May 16, 1998 Hello, Michael. I know you still wonder why I ended our relationship suddenly, and I just wanted to say I'm very sorry for doing this to you. I have something else to tell you. Almost three years ago, in Dec. 1995, I became pregnant with your baby and that's the reason why I ended our affair. I hid our child away from you because I didn't want the baby to be exposed to the harsh ways of the media. By the way, our baby is a girl. Her name is Marlina Josephine Marrota. Born Sept. 1996. I am very sorry, and I am so guilt-ridden of this stupid mistake, I'm to the point where I hate myself. I hope you, your wife, Debbie and your gorgeous children well. I know you hate me right now, and I don't blame you. But I still love you...and right now, I just want to say goodbye, because you'll never see me again. I don't belong here. After what I've done to you, I'm suprised I'm still here. Michael, you are always my friend and thank you so much for giving me many years of friendship and you are truly a blessing. Now, I am leaving now, and maybe we'll see each other again...in the afterlife. Yours Truly, Josephine Marrota *May 17, 1998* "OH MY GOD!!" My mother just found me laying on the floor, lifeless, with a long belt tied around my neck. She did CPR, but that didn't work. She called the ambulance and they dragged me to the hospital. They tried to revive me, they tried to do everything they could, but it was too late. On May 17, 1998, I was pronounced dead on arrival. I hung myself after I sent my very last note to Michael, saying goodbye to him. I hoped he meant what I said, because he really wasn't going to see me ever again. On May 20, 1998, I was buried. I was buried at the place where I have dreamed to be buried...beside a beautiful apple tree at Michael's own Neverland. Every day on my birthday, August 31, or on the anniversary of my death, May 17, Michael comes down there with flowers, and sometimes I see him bent by my grave, crying. As an actual angel, I fly down from Heaven and put my heavenly hand on Michael's shoulder, whispering the lyrics to his very own song, "You Are Not Alone," You are not alone I am here with you Though you're far away I am here to stay You are not alone I am here with you Though we're far apart You're always in my heart You are not alone I kiss him on the lips, so passionately. Michael: I love you, Josephine. Me: I love you too, Michael. Even though he couldn't hear me, he looked up at the sky and smiled. He knew I loved him too. On January 5, 2002, he gained custody of Marlina, and she and his kids have bonded like brother and sisters. They are one big happy family. And I'm happy to see that. Each day, in heaven, I'm singing "You Are Not Alone"in my head each day and on June 25, 2009, God gathered us angels all around and greeted us with a new angel, like everyday, because each day, someone in the world dies. This angel was not anyone I had expected. It was my beau! Michael! I ran to him and gave him the longest, most passionate kiss I ever gave anyone. Me: (crying) Michael...I can't believe you're here! Michael: (crying) Me neither...I missed you. Me: I have missed you too... All day, we were walking on the clouds, holding hands, while both of us were singing, "You Are Not Alone". The End <3 <3
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