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A Cry For Help *Pt. 8*
Enjoy, guys! Hope you like it. <3 <3 ---------------------------------------------------------------- -February 12, 1993- -Still In Ava's Point of View- Ten months have gone by since all of the experiences I had endured, such as running away from home, getting raped and beaten by a pimp, getting my life saved by my history teacher, eventually falling in love with him, and blah blah blah. And let me say that I've still gone strong, regardless of all that has happened to me ten months ago. I finished my sophmore year on June 13, 1992 and I entered my junior year on September 8, 1992. Unfortunately, Michael is no longer my history teacher, since he teaches sophmores and not juniors, but this didn't stop our hefty friendship. In the late April of 1992, I finally came back home, but once I got back, I found her laid out on the couch, high from drugs. The condition of the house was absolutely appauling! There were needles, crack pipes, and a whole bunch of things you could step on. I couldn't let my little sister, Shakira live like this. Things have gone completely downhill since I left her at the house. How in the hell could I let my baby sister alone with a sexual predator and this bitch that always stands by him, who we used to call, "Momma"? I was so done with them. I took Shakira away and decided that she would come live with me. I told Harold and my mom that I am done with them and that they didn't have to worry about Shakira anymore because she was now my responsibility. On that day, we went over to Michael's house and begged for him to let us stay over at his house for a little while, since we didn't have anywhere to stay until we could make ends meet. I briefly planned to drop out of school and get two jobs, so I could get an apartment, and be a mother to Shakira, but Michael said that I didn't need to drop out of school. He didn't want me to throw my life away, so he said that we could live with him. I could never thank him enough! He was the best person I ever met in my life. Ever since that day, we've been living with him, and Shakira loves Michael to death! Her and Michael are always doing things together and Michael loves her like a daughter or a little sister. On the night of February 12, 1993, at midnight, I woke up to Shakira coughing severly in another room. It sounded like she was coughing up a lung, and it really concerned me, so I got up out of my room and gave her some cough medicine. Me: Here you go, Kira (Kira is her nickname). Open wide. (about to put the spoon in her mouth) Kira: Eww. Ava, I hate this stuff! It tastes like medicine. Me: Kira, this IS medicine. Now be a warrior and take it. Come on...Come on. Be a big girl... Kira: Ew...Okay. (opens up her mouth) Like a big girl I know she is, she opened her mouth and swallowed the cough medicine. She hates this stuff so much, she coughs and gags after taking it, so I was sure to get her a glass of pepsi, since it's her favorite drink and she would wash anything down with it, disgusting or not. She was beggining to gag, so quickly, I handed her the glass of pepsi, and like a champ, she washed the medicine down. She felt so much better. Me: See? I knew you were a warrior. You kick ass, sis. (rubs her head) Kira: (laughs) I know I do. We were giggling together, but we went silent as soon as we heard something from downstairs. It was beautiful singing and piano playing. Me: Kira, do you know what that is? Kira: It's Michael. Me: What? I didn't know he plays piano. Um...goodnight, Kira. I'm gonna suprise Michael and hopefully scare the crap outta him. (chuckles) Kira: (laughs) You're mean as a snake, Avie (Avie is my nickname). Me: Haha! I know I am. Well, sleep well. And before you go to school tomorrow, we'll take another dose of medicine. Kira: (pouting) AWW! That stuff is nasty though! Me: It makes you feel better though. Suck it up, girl. Kira: (smacks teeth) Alright. Night. Me: Night. (closes the door) I snuck down the stairs, so I could startle Michael and scare him. I really wanted a good laugh. lol In my long-sleeved, white nightgown, that went past my knees, I slowly creeped down the stairs and into the den, but the stairs creaked for every step I made, but good thing he didn't hear it. I sneaked into the den, and his back was to me, so he had no idea I was there. His voice really did sound beautiful. It was so full of emotion, passion, and strong expression. I saw as he gently pushed the black and white keys and I loved how his foot tapped into the rhythm and the beat. Gently, I put my hand on his shoulders, and whispered into his ear, "Boo." Immediately, he jumped up, startled, and his face was of something that looked so horrified, like someone was trying to kill him or something. I burst out laughing, as he put his hand to his heart, out of relief. I fell to the floor, because I couldn't catch my breath from laughing so hard. Michael: Oh my God! Ava! Me: (continues laughing and pointing at him) You should've seen your face! (laughing even harder) Michael: Ava...I'm gonna get you. (takes a deep breath) You almost gave me a heart attack or something. Don't you ever scare me like that again. Me: (trying not to laugh) I'm sorry, Michael. (silently snickering) I just wanted to see what you were playing. (quit laughing) Michael, you never told me you played piano. Michael: Well, I've been playing for some time now. Do you play any instruments? Me: Well...I've played flute, clarinet, trumpet, and xylophone, but I don't really play those anymore since last year. But I now play trombone and saxophone. Michael: Wow, you're very musical. I only play piano, drums, guitar, I sing and I also beatbox. Me: (in fascination) I sing too. And..you're a very good singer, Michael, I have to admit. Michael: (smiles) Thank you...Want me to play a piece on the piano for you and sing? Me: Sure. He started to play a beautiful piece.I leaned onto the piano as I eyed him looking down at the keys and seeing his fingers stroke and push the shiny black and white keys. His face looked so concentrated and so focused on the music and started to sing. It was so beautiful, I never heard it before. (This song is "I Can't Help It," from "Off the Wall.") Doo-wah.. Ooh-wah.. Looking in my mirror... Took me by suprise... I can't help but see you... Runnin' often through my mind... Helpless like a baby... Sensual Disguise... I can't help but love you... It's getting better all the time... I can't help it if I wanted to.. I wouldn't help, even if I could... I can't help it if I wanted to.. I wouldn't help it, no... I can't help it if I wanted to... I wouldn't help it, even if I could.. I can't help it if I wanted to... I wouldn't help it, no... .........(I won't write all the lyrics) After he finished, I looked at him passionately. It was like I fell madly in love once again. I leaned into him and whispered sensually: Me: You're amazing.. Michael: (looks at me and smiles) Come sit next to me. Slowly, I sat next to him as I softly laid my hand on his thigh and started to caress it, softly, slowly, and sensually. He stopped playing and turned his head to me. Our faces were at least one centimeter apart. I could hear his soft breathing and his warm breath all over my face, my neck, and my ear. I could smell his sweet cologne. He gradually took my hand from his thigh and moved it up to his hip. I looked down at his penis and saw that it was slowly popping out of his tight, black slacks. I felt a throbbing sensation in my body and my brain sending messages to me. My panties became wet right away. I am sure he also feels turned on. As our faces moved closer, my lustrous desire grew more and more by the second. Slowly, our lips met, causing us to kiss. His lips felt even softer and intoxicating than in my fantasy. His kiss was so sweet, his lips literally tasted like candy. It was probably my imagination, but if it was, my imagination seems so vivid. We slowly backed away from each other and there I saw his face. He looked suprised that we actually kissed, but I had no regrets. I leaned over and again kissed him. He began to fall for it. It started out as a soft, simple kiss, but it furthered and one kiss lead to another. It became from a simple lip-lock, to a episode of passionate, romantic, lip intertwining, to the amazing art of french-kissing. His tongue went inside of my mouth and united with my tongue. His hands were rested on my back and my hands were on his waist, holding him tightly. Again, we parted from each other. We looked down at each other and I could tell he wanted me as much as I wanted him. Again, we kissed madly, but we got up while kissing each other. He walked backwards while kissing me and I walked forwards. It was obvious we headed to his bedroom to finally make love after all this time. Our breathing got heavier and heavier as our kissing got more sexual and intense and as we got closer to the bedroom. My hormones were racing and my brain was totally excited once we entered his bedroom. He started to kiss me in other places. Michael: (kissing my neck) Mmm... Me: (moans) Mmm... His voice wasn't usually deep like that when he was around me. His voice was always gentle and a cross between deep and high-pitched, but now, his voice was EXTREMELY deep. (If you heard his song, "Dangerous," you know how deep I am talkin' about) Anyway, I aggressively pushed him down the bed and got on the bed, like a wild, African cheetah stalking its prey and crawled on him, with sexually predatory eyes, like a dangerous, sexual beast, waiting to take advantage of its innocent little victim. It was obvious he was liking it, and I was LOVING that he was liking it. Me: (whispering in his ear) Your butt is mine. I got off of him, giggling, causing to giggle too. I started to unhurriedly undress. The only things I had on were my nightgown and my underwear. There was a zipper to my gown in the front, so I didn't need his help; he could enjoy watching me strip off my clothes, into fully nudity. Before you know it, the gown dropped to my ankles on the floor. Since I did not have a bra on, my breasts were right in front of him. He specifically looked down at me and he had done something that he had never done around me before. He bit his bottom lip. That was so sexy. I gestured for Michael to come to me, so we could undress together. I was so excited because I was finally going to see what he looked like naked and I was finally going to have sex with someone who I loved and who actually cared about me. I started off by unbuttoning his shirt and slowly, I caressed his chest as he did the same to my breasts. He kept looking down at my breasts and looked absolutely fascinated and tantalized by them. He started from touching them softly to kissing all over them, to sucking my nipples intensely. I lightly moaned as he continued to finish his work. As he was sucking them, his large hands grabbed and groped my booty and navigated it all over. His hands moved all around from my booty, to my back. Me: (moaning) God, Michael...your hands are magic...(moaning louder) Michael: (deep voice) Mmm...(sucking on my bare shoulder) Me: (in deep pleasure) Oh, Michael...take off my panties.. He put his hands on my panties and slipped them down my legs, until they fell to my feet. Then he felt over my bare booty... Michael: Mmm...you feel so good down there, girl. (squeezes it) Me: (tips my head back, moans) OH! OH... His hands gradually moved to my thighs and rubbed them all over. I stopped his hands, and started to unbuttoned his pants and his nice, white boxers. Me: (gasps) I could not believe the little beast hiding in there for so long! He was soooooo large!! Larger than in my daydream. Michael: (in my ear) Ready? Me: Oh, yes! I want you in me, baby. I grabbed him by his naked shoulders and kissed him forcefully and I had my mouth all over his chin and his upper lip. I growled his name over and over again, like a sex-crazed tiger in the wild, African jungle during mating season. (lol) Finally, we laid down on his bed, with him completely on top of me. He was sucking on my neck and my shoulders so hard and so aggressively, I could've sworn that he would give me at least two hickeys. After some time, he finally entered himself inside of me, causing me to scream, because it kinda hurt. Me: (screams) OH! I have never felt such severe pain as I did that night. I felt like a virgin again. Michael: (moaning) I'm sorry if I'm hurting you, Ava...I'll be gentle. Me: (groans with pain) After a period of time, the excrutiating pain changed into overwhelming, magnificent pleasure. Me: (moans) Mmm...Oh...Ohh...(holds onto his shoulders) Michael: Mmm...does that feel good? Me: (trying not to lose control) Oh, yes! God, yes! Michael: Want me to go faster? Me: (moans) Yes... Michael began to speed up his pace with his hips rotating against mine and him going in and out of me faster and faster by the minute. I couldn't control how much pleasurable feelings I had in me. I had to spill them out, before I would go crazy. Me: (screams) AHH! OHH! OH...AWW! MICHAEL, YOU'RE SO WILD! Michael: (grunts) Oh...Ava? Me: (moans) Yes, Michael? He all of a sudden stopped and looked completely into my brown eyes with his. Michael: I love you... Me: (smiles) I love you too. (sweetly kisses him) We passionately kissed, more greatly than we did before, and then the wild sex we had once again continued. He went so fast on me, with him hypersonically rotating his hips against me, making the whole bed shake and wobble. I dug my nails into his bare back, causing a million scratches on his back. All of a sudden, both of us overcame enormous, violent, stong orgasms at the same time, causing our bodies to tremble with the pleasure that came and went inside of our bodies. Two hours came and went, and in a snap, it was six o' clock in the morning. I collasped on his chest as he put his arm around me, as we slept soundly into the sunrise. TBC...
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