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Show Me What Love Feels Like Ch. 17
Enjoy! ---------------------------------------------------------------- *Recall: Lisa Marie confronts them about where Michael had been with Misty all night and Michael decides to depart himself from Neverland and for Misty to stay with him in his condo in Los Angeles. As Michael and I drove shortly after our little dispute with Lisa Marie, I sat with my head leaned against the window as Michael slowly sipped his coffee while driving. My eyes began to slowly decline, since I was exhausted, but they suddenly rose again, due to the beautiful sunrise gradually making its way to the purple sky from the horizon. What was better than seeing the sunrise was seeing it as you were driving. Nothing could compare to that gorgeous sight. "Wow, look at that sunrise," Michael said with a smile on his face. "Mmm hmm," I said out of exhaustion, not wanting to show my admiration for the sunrise. "We'll be at the condo in about three more hours. So, in an hour, we'll stop for breakfast." I still had my head leaned against the window, just thinking about what happened back in Neverland. Lisa was right. The only thing that I had ever done was cause trouble since I came there. I wanted to get away to avoid causing more, but I knew it wasn't safe to return to the streets. My head was just a big blob of confusion and the confusion was eating at my brain. I loved Michael and I never wanted to leave him again, but I wanted his marriage to be saved. He deserved better than me. But somehow, he never wanted anyone but me. The ride became silent again. I looked at the new fresh orange sun as it woke and shone. I did take a few glances at Michael as he drove, thinking about us making love on the beach. It all felt like a dream to me, but it no longer was. It was real and it was in my hands. I still was speechless. "I had a great night with you, Misty," Michael said as he laid his hand on top of mine. "I would like to do it again." I slowly turned my head to him, with shame on my face. Even though the love we shared felt great, it began to hit me that he was still married, and that I was officially a mistress. I didn't want that. That was the thing that I never wanted to be. At one point being a mistress was what I tried to prevent but it failed and at the snap of a finger, my worst fears were now becoming true. I didn't think of that when Michael and I were on the beach, sharing an erotic moment, but now that it was over, it completely dawned on me. And the regret clouded me again. "Well, I wouldn't," I said coldly as I snatched my hand away from his. "Misty, what's wrong?" "I'm sorry Michael but I can't do this with you anymore." To my suprise, Michael then pulled over to a ditch to have a proper conversation. "Michael, why did you pull over? Keep on driving." He ignored me and said, "Misty, what happened to you?" "We had sex, that's what happened!" I shouted. "Misty, I don't know where this went wrong. I thought you loved me," he said, on the verge of tears. I looked at his gloomy face and his deep brown gloomy eyes and my heart dropped. I shouldn't have raised my voice at him. "M-Michael, I-I'm sorry I shouted at you. I didn't mean to do it." He turned to his side of the window and looked out of it like an abused hopeless orphan schoolboy. "You told me you loved me, Misty." "Michael, I DO love you," I said warmly placing my hand on his shoulder, "I just can't make love to you anymore. It was a one time thing, and it will never happen again." "I mean, I don't understand. Was I bad at it?" "No, you were very good. The best I ever had," I said with a short chuckle. "Then what's the problem?" Michael asked still serious. "It's just that you're married, and I don't feel it's right for me to do this." "But I don't love her anymore. All I want is you, Misty." He then turned in my direction and placed his large hands on my waist and then leaned his face onto my stomach like a husband kissing his wife's pregnant belly. "Mike, please.." "No, Misty. Let me embrace your body." I had let him "embrace my body." He lifted up my shirt showing my stomach and he slowly kissed it numerous times. He did this slowly and passionately. He then raised his face up to mine and kissed me on the lips gently where I felt the soft flesh of his lips. "Lay in bed with me tonight," he whispered with a strong tone of desire that lay in his voice. "And let me hold you in my arms as we share the night together. Let me be your soul for as long as sleep and for as long as the night angels fly around us as we slumber." Michael was a very logical man with a lot of meaning in his words. He was a romantic talker and his choice of words had deep thought into them. He turned me on with his educated and deep wordiness. "Uhm, Mike...please.." "I love you, honey. Even though you're not my wife, when it comes to my heart and my mind, you are. Let me be your mental husband, your mental soulmate..give me the children that I've always wanted." "Ohh, Mike.." I whispered. I couldn't say anything else. We then kissed passionately, and undressed each other rapidly, not caring that the car was bound on the side of a highway, with cars passing. Our intimacy became heated to the point where we climbed into the backseat of the car and again made love with no regrets. In the car, we didn't have as much room as we did on the beach, but I felt closer to him in the vehicle. "I'm sorry that this isn't as romantic as on the beach," he whispered in between heavy breaths as his hips pushed into my body. My fingernails dug into his back, running freely, scratch- ing him all over. He groaned with pleasurable pain as he felt my nails dig at his back. I arched my back as he again kissed my stomach and went back up again to my breasts. He kissed them like a savage as I pushed his head into them even deeper so he could eventually have the whole breast in his mouth. It felt good to have his mouth please all of it. "Mmm, oh yeah, babe. Have all of it," I moaned as I felt his mouth take in my whole left breast as he rubbed the right one. "Mmm," he replied, sounding as if he enjoyed it just as much as I did. My spread legs almost landed on the backseat window, but I tried to keep them out of sight so no one driving past could see. It felt wonderful to share this scandalous moment with him with the feel of not getting caught. And we didn't, thank God. We had spent twenty minutes in the backseat and then we put our clothes back on quickly and we again drove off without any problems. We were on our way to Los Angeles.... TBC... Ooh what did you think of that, huh? The story was getting a little boring so I decided to add a little twist to it. A little scandalous action in the car. ;) well, vote everyone, see you next time!!! :)
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