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How it Happened: Billie Jean&Michael*10
Part 10! I see their dancing in the club and phone conversation is one of the most popularity ones so far. Enjoy and donâ??t forget to vote. There was nothing but silence, me looking at the car, reminiscing all of this, Mike looking at me grinning. I wanted to tell him there was no room for smiling right now, but I guess he was charming me. He is very smooth. Me: Whatâ??s this about? Michael: I thought you wanted me to be normal and natural, so I had it planned before-hand. I want some freedom to drive. I waited sixteen years like everyone else. Me: I like. We had put the stuff in his trunk. Me: Why not put it in the back seat? Michael: Ole Floppy is there. Me: You still have a lot if room left and I was going to hold Floppy. Michael: Pweeaassee. (sticking his lip out, hugging me) Me: (with one brow up) Okay. He put the buggy in the storage area. While he was gone, I wanted to know what he was up to, so I got in the passengerâ??s seat with my seatbelt on. I turned around, turning on the little light in the car, I saw a backpack. I wanted to look in there and see what was possible. I turned off the light, looking down at Floppy. He was swimming delicately. He came in and closed the door gently, looking at me. Sometimes I feel very shy around Mike. Thatâ??s when I want him to be a little aggressive, outgoing. Be a little kiddie with me. Me: Michael? Michael: (putting his seatbelt on, cranking up the car, and fixing his mirror.) Yeah? Me: Whatâ??s that book bag for? Michael: Youâ??ll see. (grinning a fishy grin) After that, we didnâ??t talk. He just concentrated on driving, and I looked out my window. It was royal blue outside with the moon shining through. It was full, and the stars were brought out. Iâ??ve got to say Michael is a very cautious, defensive driver. The wheels slide us through traffic. I noticed he wasnâ??t going for the route for any of our houses so I got a little worried. Me: Where are we going? Michael: I really wanted to show you this lookout place I discovered about a year ago. Me: (he saw I was about to protest, so he carefully took my chin into his hand) Michael: Iâ??m not trying to play you like a fool. I didnâ??t even take Tatum out here. None of my other girlfriends, just me and Marlon. Me: (OTHER girlfriends, I wanted to ask that out loud, but wanted some kind of suspense. Then he rubbed my cheek with his thumb until he went back to driving.) I returned to what I was doing, and then he grabbed my hand, rubbing it. I still looked out the window. I remembered looking at the time, it was twelve oâ??clock, and I fell asleep, my hand up by the window, the fishbowl in between my lap. A kiss on my neck woke me up. Michael: Wake up. Me: (I turned towards him and kissed his cheek. He wanted to hold me so bad, but I told him to show me what he wanted before I drove off without him.) Michael: Okay, here it is. Itâ??s sorta the wilderness of Encino. So peaceful out here. He brought out a comfy plaid blue and white soft blanket. Me: Are we going to sit out on the car? Michael: I was hoping so. Me: Very romantic. So we did, he leaned down on the windshield window, I laid on him. One blanket was under us and the plaid one was over us. He held me close to him. Michael: (whispering) do you like it? Me: Itâ??s so different, a little exotic. (I sat up facing him) Why do you like me so much? Michael: (he had his arms around my waist still, facing up at me) I like you bâ?? He suddenly pulled me down a little, raising his head up, and kissed me. It felt so warm and passion was flowing throughout our bodies. I could feel how he felt toward me through the kiss, so I leaned down, wrapping my arms around his neck, he held me firmer. It lasted fifteen seconds without breathing. Then he finally pulled away gently. Michael: (looking up at me with big eyes and love in them) Me: (big eyes and surprised) M, Mâ?¦Mi (I just hugged his waist and kissed his neck) We didnâ??t say anything for a long time; I just looked off to the left still tugging on his neck, balled up. He just held onto my waist still, laying straight down facing the stars. Finally Michael raised me up, softly sayingâ?¦ Michael: Youâ??re kisses are breath taking. Me: (pecking him on the lip) Being with you makes me feel so happy. Your being shy makes me go wild. Michael: Is this telling us something? Me: I donâ??t know (turning away blushing) Michael: I got something for you? Me: Oohh, what is it? (getting excited, jumping up and down on his arm) Michael: (chuckling) Wait. (he had this present wrapped in Birthday paper, I couldnâ??t help giggling.) Me: A snow globe? A Hawaiian snow globe? Michael: You like? Me: I love! (I looked up at him. He was excited too, kissing me and wrapping me around his waist) We finally left the lookout spot and headed home. We were still a little quiet, I guess glowing from kissing. Me: (I finally broke the ice) Michael, I really want to thank you for this wonderful night. Youâ??re such a sneaky gentleman. (When he got to a stop light, I leaned over and kissed his cheek) Michael: (smiling shyly and biting his lip) thank you for being patient with me. Me: No problem. When we pulled up to the parking lot of where I stay, he put the car in park and just stared at me. I asked what and he never said a thingâ??just stared as I looked away. He took my hand in his and finally I looked at him. He grabbed my chin and leaned into me, kissing very softly and slow, he pulled away and giggled. Me: What? Michael: You always make crazy faces when Iâ??m not looking. Me: Shut up, hey what time is it? Michael: (looking at the dashboard) 1:30, guess Iâ??ll let you go. Me: Help me with all my stuff. Michael: Kay We got my things out of the trunkâ?? my Dino the Dinosaur stuff animal from the Flintstones; my two bobble heads; my candy; and the cotton candy. Me: Thanks Mike. (Reaching up to kiss him, but he gave me a kiss on the neck, it was slow and gentle. Then Mike looked at me with a smile in his eyes. I couldnâ??t resist his innocence, so I yanked his neck down to me, kissing him. He dropped my stuff down on the ground, kissing me backâ?? pinning me to the wall, holding my sides.) Okay Mike, donâ??t make a scene. (pushing him away from me) Michael: Sorry. Me: Wanna come in for a little? Michael: Sure, glad you asked. (Thank God he didnâ??t mean anything too edgy.) Me: (walking around with my arms out nonchalantly) here it is my place. Michael: (looking around with those big cute eyes) itâ??s nice and cute, it fits you perfectly. Me: Thanks, I got the little furniture, but not much in the fridge. A typical college student. Michael: (goes to the refrigerator, looking in and smiling) How do you live? Me: Roman noodles. (Then I walked over to the couch to turn on the television. I sat on the couch and Mike sat at one of the chairs by the window and turned on the lamp, cutting off the big living room one. I didnâ??t notice he brought in the backpack, so I eyed it suspiciously.) Michael: What? Me: What is with that bag? Michael: You donâ??t need to know. Me: (grunting) Um-hm We finished watching an episode of some kind of soap opera, then my grandfather clock ringed twice since it was hour two. I was about to get up when Mike leaned me back, kissing me on my forehead first, then my lips, and then my neck. Michael: Donâ??t worry, Iâ??m not trying to rush you, I just wanted to soak in your essence, feel your body against mineâ?? even if we arenâ??t bare. Me: (mumbling) Good. Our kissing lasted for ten minutesâ?? the whole time, he was on top of me, kissing me soft, then before we stopped, it was a little harder, deeper. He really knew how to French, and I donâ??t usually like to do that with a guy yet. But I did invite him in to be polite and hadnâ??t thrown him out yet, so I donâ??t know. Finally I turned away; he got the message and kissed me on my neck one last time. I sat up and he was facing me. Both of us had one leg bended, hanging off the couch, and the other sitting on the carpet. I just looked; he smiled and giggled a little, rubbed my cheek and got up. Michael: Whatâ??s with my bag is thisâ?¦ (he carried it to me, letting me look in) Me: (bringing out a set of clothes, socks, and boxersâ?? I giggled when I held up the red and black boxers.) Michael: (grabbing the boxers away from me, hiding them behind his back with a closed smile.) Me: Whatâ??s this about? (I got up, pacing in the living room. I think he wants to sleep over tonight. I shouldâ??ve also looked to figure out if he had a you know what in his bag. A c-o-â?¦. He finally stopped me, hugging me from behind.) Michael: Whatâ??s wrong? Me: (turning around) Are you planning to stay the night? You did not ask me! Michael: Iâ??ll sleep on the couch, I already said that. I wasnâ??t thinking of sleeping in your bed or with you. Iâ??m not ready for that until marriage. I could even make a pallet on the floor if you want. Me: Why are you going through all this trouble? Michael: I like you a lot. I can tell you have strong morals, just like Mother. She said it was a good way to test and see if you would try anything sexual. Me: I should be the one testing you; Iâ??m not at your house. And yeah, youâ??re right on point about my strong morals. Iâ??m glad you focused on that. You can sleep in the guest room. (while doing all of that, I was pointed my finger in his chest, then pointed out when I spoke of the guest room.) Michael: No, here is better. I could watch some TV. Me: You must know there isnâ??t a TV in their yet. Michael: Until now. (smiling) Me: (smiling back, then catching myself and stopping) whatever, you better not try anything. Iâ??m sleeping with my room door locked tonight. Michael: Great. Me: Come on, let me show you where the bathroom is. (I show him the downstairs one) Michael: Neat. But could I take a shower in your bathroom? Me: No! Why? Michael?! Michael: (laughing then pecking me cheek) itâ??s none of that like Iâ??ve said. Iâ??m just curious of how it looks. You can after you take your shower, and I take mine. Knock on my room door if you finish first. Iâ??ll knock on the bathroom door down here if I finish first. Deal? Michael: Deal. So Mike took his pjâ??s out. They were red, brown, black, white, and green plaid patterns. Michael: Wonâ??t I look cute in these? Me: I would hope so. (he started running after me so when I got halfway up the stairs he stopped) I almost forgot to ask if you needed any soap. Michael: No, I got some. Me: Good, because what I have would make you smell too feminine. I wouldnâ??t want to claim you! Michael: Shut up! I went in my room and locked the door like I promised, got some pajamas out of my drawer and some panties. I wondered if I needed to wear a bra while I was around Michael, so they wouldnâ??t be so noticeable. I agreed to try on the pajamaâ??s top first then see what happened. Before I went in the bath room, I saw the time was two-fifteen, then grabbed my house phone just in case. I locked the door behind me, using the toilet then took my accessories off on the counter and my clothes. I looked in the mirror just to see my figure, (that rhymes haha) I didnâ??t look so bad. I mean Iâ??m tall for a young woman I guess. My breast and butt is fairly medium, mainly small. I like to look, making sure I donâ??t have any unnecessary fat on me. I turned the warm water on, putting my ponytail in a ball. I stepped in and felt the water touch me. Taking a shower was a luxury, but I went right back to reality when I turned the water off. I remembered this male I met last Friday is down stairs. Heâ??s a singer and very handsome. Though he hasnâ??t dated much, it was a bit romantic. But you know what, Iâ??m gonna show him the way I feel about him: socially, physically, mentally, and spiritually. When I dried off and put on my pajamas, I was proud because the pajama pants look sort of baggy, they fit right on the hips with a drawstring. The shirt was pink and blue with penguins. I had two ponytail plaits in my head. I looked like Pippi Longstocking. All I needed now was some makeup for freckles. While speaking on that note, I washed all the cosmetics off, just my natural face. Michael hasnâ??t seen me like that yet. I wore a robe and put my stuff away. When I was heading for my door, I had got a knock on my door, then I heard footsteps going down the stairs in a rapid heap. All I could think was oh that Mikey! 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