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Show Me What Love Feels Like Ch. 15
Enjoy! ---------------------------------------------------------------- Recall: Misty and Michael are in the house alone, and she later undresses in front of him. Michael's kisses felt so sweet. The sweetest that they have ever been. It felt like a breath of fresh air to be close to him like this. After three minutes, we had stopped kissing. I wondered what was wrong. "Michael, what's wrong?" He then smiled and said, "Nothing." Then he gestured for me to come here. He carefully ran his hand from the sides of my torso to my hips and back up again. It had turned me on. Then he went down on his knees slowly and started to kiss my stomach passionately. I held his head in pure esctasy. I went down on my knees to be on the same level as him. He looked at me with deep eyes and I stared at him with a burning love/lust and deep intense passion that lay within. I then looked down at his chest then began to unbutton his red silk shirt slowly and cautiously. I was so anxious to see his chest. It was like a child on Christmas morning. The excitement overcame me. I unbuttoned until his shirt flew open. His chest looked smooth and warm. His two pink nipples spoke to me. They were saying, "I want to feel your chest." My hands just traveled all around them. How soft they were. I then kissed his stomach the same way as he kissed mine. I couldn't believe that I was sharing an intimate moment with Michael, my best friend. It wasn't sex, but it was just as powerful. We had a soft sweet intimate experience. A man and a woman who were madly in love just bonding intimately with each other. But eventually that little moment would take us to the ultimate experience: sex. Here's how it went. As I kept on kissing all over his stomach, he suddenly stopped me. By this time, we were on his sofa. "Stop," he said. "What?" "I don't want to do this on the couch. I want to make this night as romantic as possible." "What do you mean?" Michael then got up from the couch and then put his shirt back on. I didn't understand what was going on. "Michael, what are you doing?" "Put these on," he said as he threw a shirt and a pair of pants, from the dryer, at me. "But why?" "Come on. We're going somewhere," he said, walking to the kitchen counter and grabbing his car keys. "Where are we going, Michael?" "You'll see," he said, grabbing a large towel from a nearby closet. "Michael, you're starting to scare me." I grew suspicious. I didn't know what he was going to do. Should I trust him? I mean, he was my best friend, and I felt I should trust him, but you never know. Some people that you've trusted and have known forever could do bad things. "Don't worry. I won't do anything to harm you. Let's go." Putting all of my trust in him, I left the house with him and got in the car with him. During the whole ride, my heart was just about to jump out of my chest; I was that worried. It was dark outside and close to one AM, so my worries escalated. At this point, I started crying. "Michael, please tell me where you're taking me," I said sniffling. "Oh, honey, don't cry. I won't hurt you," he said wiping the tears off of my cheek as he kept driving. "I promise." When we finally reached our destination, we got out of the car. "We're here." It was hard to see since it was dark as pitch outside. "Hold my hand and never let go," he said. While we walked, I felt sand crowd my feet. As we walked further, I realized we were on a beach. A beautiful beach. Large rocks stood beside the ocean and the gorgeous full moon ruled over the land and the sea. The dark water had a million of gorgeous little sparkly waves floating within it. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever laid my eyes upon. And no one was in sight. It was only me and him. Alone. "See? I wanted to suprise you, honey. I wasn't gonna hurt you," he expained with a smile. "Michael..." I said while trying to hold back the tears. "I don't know what to say." "Well, don't say anything, sweetie. Just lay on the sand with me and let's look at this wonderful sight." I had noticed that a radio was near us and it was playing very old love songs. The song playing was "Only You," by the Platters. (A doo-wop group from the 1950s. I'm such an old lady :)) "Oh, Michael..." I whispered. Then he placed a finger on my lips. "Shh," he said while smiling and then held out his hand. "Hold my hand as we walk close to the ocean." Ohh, he was so romantic. My heart melted into a big puddle of love. I held his hand as we walked with him close to the water. We held hands and walked close to each other like high schoolers did. It felt so nice to hold hands with the man that I've dreamt about for a long time. We then laid by the sea, watching the water crash and the moon watching over. The music on the radio set me into a mood that felt so warm and so brand new. I felt like I was in a 1950s romance, like on "Grease," but I wasn't Sandy and he wasn't Danny. We were Michael and Misty. I laid sideways and rested on my elbow. He did the same. We looked out enjoying the sight of the gorgeous ocean view. "Michael, I cannot believe you would do something as great as this for me. I just don't understand why." "Well, I don't understand why not. I mean, you're beautiful, you're sweet, and I can't stop thinking about you." I looked at him and stared deeply into his breathtaking brown eyes. "I love you, Misty Ravens." "I-I love you too, Michael Jackson." He then leaned in and softly kissed me just like the first time he did while we were in the car after he had rescued me a second time. But unlike that kiss, the kiss went on into him completely on top of me. At this point we were making out with the help of our tongues dancing together. We didn't bother to stop. He had stopped kissing me just to unbutton his shirt, where I saw his chest once again. While he was doing that, I was stripping off my shirt and pants, yet he was helping me with most of it. By the snap of a finger, we were both nude, head to toe. He kissed me again while running his hands in my hair, while I was doing the same. "Awh, I love you so much," I panted while I licked his chin like a dog would. "I love you too, girl. Let's make love on the beach tonight." "Mmm, yes, baby. Let's do it." I then kissed him madly again, and from there, it happened. It had finally happened. We were making love on the sand while an old love song went on. We didn't need the towel anymore. We were completely free. We had rolled around the sand and were also making love in the water, but we didn't drown (lol). I think that we made love all over the whole beach. But it felt so good, that I didn't care. It was romantic, lustful, and full of fiery desire. Our naked bodies had collided, sharing heat. The friction of our bodies was intense, and as we made love, my mind was free from any worries or any thoughts. Our minds ran free. We were wild and we didn't care. "Ohh," I moaned as he started to French kiss me all over my body. "Mmm, I love you, girl." he replied as his mouth interacted with my neck. For the whole night, our first affair took place until just before the sun came up. With sand all over us and our wrinkled clothes lazily placed on our bodies we had driven back, but our first night of passion was about to make its way to a downfall when we arrived back home, when we saw Lisa Marie standing by the front door, looking as furious as a pitbull... TBC... *Will Lisa Marie confront Michael and Misty about where they have been for the night? Will she eventually FORCE Misty out of the house and tell her to never come back? Find out on chapter 16.*
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