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How it Happened: Billie Jean&Michael*12
Gosh I love stories! I wanted to call Michael, but decided not to. I know how itâ??s very simple to fall in the trap, hogging up each otherâ??s time. I knew I had to get him something. Something special but not too special. As I thought of what he had given me since we met last Friday, I counted about five things. At the club; coffee shop; food at the fair; the snow globe; and now the breakfast. I was especially happy about the breakfast because that was something made from his bare hands. I knew one person I really needed to pay attention to, Zoey. She helped Michelâ??s and my date possible. I wanted to surprise her by taking her to get a couple of stuff from the mall. It was going to be an unannounced visit but I didnâ??t care. Zoey: Kiddo, what are you doing here. She said as she opened the door. Me: Wanted to come and spend some time with my favorite girl. We giggled. Zoey: Come on in. I immediately told her about the date and what all happened. Zoey: That was pretty sweet about him making breakfast for you. Me: The only thing is I forgot to set the alarm, so he got in and out. Iâ??m not saying I donâ??t trust him; I just have to be careful. Zoey: Ditto. Me: One thing Iâ??ve already decided on was that when I first meet Michaelâ??s family, youâ??re coming with me to get Marlon. Zoey: Seriously? Me: Of course. So we rode in my car, she didnâ??t want to go to the mall since it was going to be crowded. We narrowed our choices down to a simple dollar movie. It was scary, and when we left, I was still a bit shookened up. Zoey: Are you gonna call Michael? Me: No, I wanted him to. Zoey: I can tell you wanna though. Me: Yeah, I do. I sorta feel â??out thereâ? though. Zoey: What are you talking about? Me: You know how this guy sweeps you off your feet. He really does care for you and its love instantly. Thatâ??s the problem, I donâ??t want to become pregnant before marriage, but when I look at him in his eyes, I always get confused. My morals, you know, gets mixed up. Iâ??m never too sure. It scares me Zoe. Zoey: Just think to yourself, is it worth having a baby first then get married. Itâ??s like youâ??re going all around the world when you couldâ??ve gotten married first, then you wouldnâ??t have to worry about it. Me: Yeah, I know. Wanna come over? Zoey: Yeah. So I drove to my home, unlocking the door. Me: And thanks so much Zoe. Hugging her. Zoey: Youâ??re welcome Billie. Hugging me in return. Me: I donâ??t know what I wanna do. Got any ideas? Wait, I know. I had a suspicious grin on my face. Zoey: What Billie, what is is? She raised one brow. Gotta love Zoe. Me: Iâ??ll call Michael, and Iâ??ll have Marlon talk to you. I heard someone collapse. Me: Zoe, Zoey get your big butt up, now! Zoey: (She stuck her tongue out at me and I helped her up) Zoey: Really? Me: Yeah, I know how I could easily get wrapped up with Michael and leave you out by mistake. Now Iâ??m not gonna lie, but when we get married, Iâ??m gonna hate it a little. Zoey: Things wonâ??t be the same anymore. Then when one of us gets pregnant, weâ??re gonna know how it happened. Itâ??s like weâ??re gonna be sitting by someone who did it. Itâ??ll be a little awkward. Me: But itâ??s human nature. We donâ??t go through yucky cramps each month for nothing and that once when mine came on twice that May. Uggh! Zoey: Youâ??ll hate me, but could I sleep over here tonight? Me: Why? Zoey: I want to act all girly, have a sleepover. Me: Or what about me going to yours? Itâ??ll make more sense and I do want to do something a little different. Zoey: Sure, and invite Ronnie. Me: Yay, yâ??all are friends. Zoey: Duh, sheâ??s just very dubious, perky. Me: I know. So I called Rhonda, she said sure. I packed some pajamas and two sets of clothes. I even brought a bathing suit if I wanted to swim. Ronnie has a swimming pool and you never know what she has planned. Zoey: Ready? Me: Yeah, let me check the answering machine first. I need to seeâ?? Zoey: if Michael called, I know. Me: (checking) He didnâ??t. I donâ??t know what to do. Zoey: He only has my house number for emergency purposes ONLY, donâ??t worry. Marlon is more of me, Michael is too reserved. Me: Michael is not always like that, the boy can get aggressive like any other boy whoâ??s a little horny at times; but Iâ??m sorta glad you would think that. Youâ??re trust worthy, for now. Zoey: (giggling) Michael; horny; no way! Me: What ifâ?¦ we were on our wedding night or just moving in our new home and I wasnâ??t ready for that. Iâ??m just getting out the showerâ?? donâ??t have a towel around me yet and letâ??s just say my hair is wet, so Iâ??m using the towel to ruffle it up. Michael comes behind me fully clothed and he just grabs me from behind, throw me down on the bed, rip his clothes off and start kissing me real fast, then he you know, really deep, no protection, and surprisingly it starts to feel good. But heâ??s still being a beast, including me. But he still has me â??tamedâ?. Oh God, Zoe, Iâ??m scared. Can I just turn into a nun? Zoey: No! Hugging me. Zoey: That defeats the purpose of being all woman. Me: I guess. Zoey: I know. Me: Iâ??m not trying to be clingy, but itâ??s like he can come over but donâ??t call me. Zoey: Maybe heâ??s shy. Me: I donâ??t know. Zoey: Just call him once you get to my house telling him youâ??re not home. Me: Sure. We left for Zoeâ??s house. Michaelâ?¦ I knew Jeanette would love what I did for her. She really needed more food in her kitchen, so I bought herâ?? hot pockets, eggs, kool-aid, sodas, snacks, and breakfast, which I made. Iâ??m not sure if she saw all that yet. When I got home, Mother had a smile on her face, she said I could tell her as much as I wanted or nothing at all. All she demanded to know was if we had you know what. She simply asked the question, but I went around saying sâ??or make ----. Me: No Mother. I told her how I was teasing Jenny about itâ??when she came out the door, during the date, and at her house. Mother sort of gave off a firm expression, so I knew a lecture was to come. Mother: Michael, I know she seems to be lovely and cautious. Donâ??t rush her, the perfect life isnâ??t always guaranteed. Soon I would like to meet her. Me: (I like to date a girl for three months; I just like to make sure sheâ??s something special to me. I guess I donâ??t like to look like a playboy, sorta like a girl not wanting to look like she picks up the next single hot guy.) How soon? Mother: Oh, howâ??s three months the max. Me: Hopefully a little sooner, sheâ??s beautiful and has high standards in her head I bet. Mother: Sheâ??s just softening up. Me: Exactly. I didnâ??t want to fix the breakfast too soon and I didnâ??t want to get caught, so at nine I got the stuff from a market and start cooking at ten. I hoped she woke up soon after, because I left at ten-thirty. I didnâ??t leave a note this time, I wanted her to wonder. Then I left to catch up on some sleep, Quincy called, asking if I could come in early to see about my next tour sometime in the future. I said yes, by then it was one-fifteen. The original plan was to call Billie Jean after my nap. I had nearly two hours of sleep; fifteen minutes were spent on thinking of Jenny. When she was squirming in her dream it felt kind of good actually. I couldnâ??t help but laugh at that, she was a little cutie, and I dig that. Another thing was she was a little shorter than me and very light to carry. Sheâ??s very hard to resist. It would be something different if we did â??itâ? a few timesâ?? (imaging) one day she was disappointed and I took it upon myself to cheer her up. She would be on the couch lying down with a pout and a tear near, I would look over at her from the kitchen, just listen to her whimper for five minutes, and I wouldâ??ve been somewhat clueless of what to do, so I would try pleasure. I would silently come behind her and reach over the back of the couch and pick her up bridal way. She would ask me what Iâ??m doing, I wonâ??t say nothing, just continue to hold her while Iâ??m up going up the stairs. I would lay her down on our bed, start taking her clothes off, she would get the memo and start taking mine off also. I would kiss her very passionately, letting all my love for her release through our kiss. Then I would instantly peck her body with the same amount of love in each peck, she would do the same. I would ask her if she wanted me to â??go inâ?, sheâ??ll say yes, and then I would as slow and easy as possible. Though itâ??s not our first, it still hurt her and made her feel awkward, so she would wince in pain, turning her head away in disgust. I would laugh and kiss her neck. After a while she would enjoy it and look at me while she was on top, but she would still be shy so she wouldnâ??t let our staring last forever. I would lean her down while I was still in and kiss her through our laughter. It would just go on and on for hours. Her quiet moaning and biting of the lip, my sweating, we kissingâ?? canâ??t get enough of each other. Finally we would stop, looking at one another. She would softly lay her damp head on my chest, me feeling her breast close to my flatness. I would kiss her in a random spot in her hair, and then both of us would fall asleep with a smile on our faces. By the way, no protection was used. A month later she would act suspicious. In a whisper she would say she was pregnant. Tears would be near, thinking I was going to strangle her, but then I ask her how she knowsâ?? she would say she took all five pregnancy tests, all five positive. Then going to the doctor that morning, more silenceâ?? my looking at the carpet, she staring at me; then surprisingly I start to giggle, picking her up and down. She would ask me what I was so giddy about, I would say because Iâ??m aâ?? Quincy Jones: Hey, Michael whatâ??s on your mind? Me: Nothing. Lying. Quincy: Well, what are you writing, another hit? Giving off a half grin. Me: Oh, itâ??s not that either. I put the piece of paper in my work bag before Quincy could get to it. Thoughts of Jeanette are sorta private to me, especially this one. Quincy: Okay Mike. We went over a few steps for some of my songs, sweat started to develop. I had no extra set of clothes with me, so I had to wait until I got home to shower. Quincy: Hey Michael, you can go now. Iâ??m leaving now. Me: Oh no, Iâ??m staying a little while longer. By Quince (shorting his name) Quincy: Bye Mike. Then he left. I knew Jenny was a little p-ssâ??off that I didnâ??t call her, so when I saw Quincy gone for good, I went over to the telephone, so nervous. I was on the rehearsal dance floor, lying down. I dialed her number and hoped for the bestâ?¦ It was time to know how Mike felt about Jeanette, am I right? Part 13 to come!
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