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“See? And here you always say I have no self-control.”
Lisa laughed as she toweled her hair. “What are you talking about? You’re a sex addict! You couldn’t keep your hands to yourself for like two seconds.”
Well, no, of course not. He absolutely loved driving her wild. And he adored seeing her eyes sparkle with desire and feel her body respond- despite her protestations of wanting him to keep his distance. No, he knew his princess only too well. But he had something else in mind. The idea had popped into his head when he noticed the addition to the bathroom this morning.
“I was being helpful. I had to make sure you didn’t miss a spot.”
Peeking up at him and rolling her eyes, he could tell she didn’t buy the story.
Really, part of the thrill of the past twenty minutes had been to let his hands roam over her body as he used shower gel bubbles and a washcloth to feel every inch he had dreamed and fantasized about in the past 8 weeks. His very own survival kit wrapped into a spunky woman: Lisa.
Treatment had been difficult, to put it mildly. He had been well prepared for the physical part, he thought. However, since he was really serious about healing psychologically, the emotional impact of therapy had been exhausting.. Gosh, he was such a mess. And while he certainly had been tempted to just snow his treatment team and hold back a huge part of himself, just as he had done before, Lisa’s eyes begging him to clean up his act were motivation enough to do the almost impossible and delve into the cesspool of his screwed up and injured psyche.
During those nights, after he finally had hit the sheets, drained and weary, her voice had been his line to the real world. Just as she had been before in 1993, Lisa was his goal line and his reality check. Sure, he also had the children, and speaking to them had been the other anchor of his determination to see this through. Amazingly, his parents had flown out to see him, and even more amazingly, his father and mother had both participated in several family sessions. The team had advised against him seeing Lisa during active treatment, and so, despite his longing to look at her, to hold her, to touch her, the long phone calls had to do. And he was able to get some sexual healing out of the deal as well. Despite Lisa’s on and off efforts to keep things on a friendship level.
After Grace so delicately blew the top off the secret he had hoped to take to the grave with him, he half expected Lisa to pull back again. The argument that he had not been with her and that Grace had been there to help him through the nightmares seemed hollow and childish- no matter how true it was. And yet- she had swallowed the bitter pill.
Like I had to- so many times. Danny, Luke, John, Cage, Lockwood…and those are only the ones coming to mind.
Every time it had hurt like hell. He knew what the thousand men march she seemed to have going had been about- he knew she loved hi m with the same intensity she hated him at times. He knew he had affected her unlike anyone else- and that she’d come running back. And still the pain had been searing hot and sharp, branding every man she used to get over him into the scarred fabric of his heart.
“Mike? You alright? You seem a million miles away.”
Yeah,I stepped into some hot coals- but don’t worry, imma step right back on the path I want to be on- the one leading into our future, not back to the labyrinth of the past.
“No, I’m just admiring the new addition.” He motioned over to the large mirrored wall opposite the two marble sinks.
“Oh, the wall? Yeah, it makes it lighter in here. And more interesting…”
“Oh yeah, definitely more interesting.”
Mirrors and Lisa always led to some delightful – and certainly interesting- entertainment.
Lisa dropped her towel and stepped up to the sink. She reached for a hairbrush, and her eyes met his in the mirror. It was a tricky choice: should he gaze into her eyes or admire her ass? Well, glancing at her, he noticed that the placement of the mirrors allowed both. Pure brilliance! Her decorating skills once again found his approval. And that of his cock. Which, while having been fluctuating between rock hard and semi hard during the games in the shower now bounced back to full life.
Lisa’s eyes dropped to the evidence of his approval and she smiled in that wicked way that lit a flame and stirred his blood. Any thoughts about other humans on this planet was instantaneously wiped from his mind. Heck, breathing was just about wiped from his mind. Or swallowing.
Don’t start drooling, man. It does nothing for that suave image you’re trying to convey here.
On the other hand, suave image be dammed. Right now might be a great time to once again remind Lisa what she missed when they were apart. Just in case she had developed amnesia in the past 20 minutes or so. Never hurt to be on the safe side.
As she straightened her hair, he very helpfully gathered it and lifted the damp strands away from her neck, starting to kiss and nibble on her warming skin. He noticed the vein in her neck pulsing faster. Maybe he was not the only one close to drooling now.
His lips reached her shoulder, and he looked up at her. Lisa was just a tad bit late with hiding the languid closing of her eyes as her cool and collected mask slid into place.
Oh, goody. A challenge. She wants to play it cool? Let’s see how long that’ll last.
“Do you like the new shower gel?”
Baby girl, you forget that your voice betrays you so badly. Your vocal chords get heavy and thick from that heat I bring to you…
“Uhum- it smells great- and tastes lovely. You taste lovely. And you look even better. Except- are you cold?” His eyes dipped to her puckering nipples and she winked back at him in the mirror.
See, that didn’t take long- Silly girl, why does she think she can hide- when her body so obviously sends all the right signals?
Stepping behind her, his hands found her ass, slid around to her hip and her belly, and then slowly moved toward her gorgeous breasts, which were already decorated by pointed nipples. Caramel pudding with a tempting sweet cherry on top. And totally devoid of calories. Watching his hands approach the soft mounds while feeling the heated silk of her skin under his palms provided the double whammy of sensations stirring his desire even higher. Vision and touch- … Neurons in his brain were firing like a fourth of July firework.
A sexy moan escaped Lisa’s throat, and she reached back, turning her head to allow him to capture her lips. Their eyes remained open as they enjoyed the wet, open French kiss, their tongues surrounding each other visibly.
“No, baby- you’re warming me just right…”
Well, he was just getting started and he was dying to know how other parts were heating up. Could he help it if he was curious? He had been a starving man for weeks- longing for that sweet poison only she could provide. And here she was- beneath his hands, and their image reflected back at them from different angles. Damn- what was a man to do but explore?
His hand looked so huge on her small frame. He never got tired of watching his fingers slayed over the planes, hills, and valleys of her body. Her incandescent skin shivered under his touch. One hand plucking on her nipple, the other snuck lower and lower… Roadmap to heaven… Lisa’s head fell back against his shoulder, but she kept her eyes on his hand, licking, then biting her bottom lip.
When his fingers found her pussy, her pelvis rocked forward as he parted her swollen folds.
“I thought you dried off? Must have missed some …parts…cause, girl, you sure are dripping down there.”
“And you’re not helping…” Her breathing sounded definitely labored now.
The slickness allowed him to rub her easily, avoiding her clit for now. Lisa opened her legs a bit wider, allowing him better access, as she rocked against his touch, enjoying the friction with a moan.
“Maybe if I rub it more…”
“Fucking hell…” She cleared her throat, “yeah, maybe, keep it up and I let you know.”
Contact with her little distended nubbin caused her to shudder, and he lightly pinched her nipple, making her cry out as her eyes met his. She was on fire. Play had turned deadly serious. Her face had that special pink hue already, and her juices were dripping down his fingers.
Obviously, despite all her silly rules, the walls she had tried to build around her (mirrored or not), and all her efforts to keep things casual and slow- her body told him a truth she could not deny: She had been equally starved, and now could not help but partake from the offered buffet. And he would aim to lay it all out there for her- the best kind of loving for the taking.
Michael allowed one fingers to dip into her clenching love canal after playing around the sensitive skin of her opening. She emitted a small sound, her hips gyrating against him, torturing his pulsing and aching cock. Lisa must have felt him against her ass, and reached behind her. Her fingers closed around him, and she started pumping him, following the rhythm of him fingerfucking her.
“God, I missed your hands on me. Missed your little round ass against me…Missed every single part of you.”
Another finger entered and she contracted around him. His thump pressed against her clit, which was quivering and swelling under his constant administrations.
“You had every single part earlier. And you still want more?”
Always more. There’s never enough of you…
Her eyes once again watched his hand on and in her, making him burn, egging him on further. She was definitely driving him crazy, and he longed to feel her around his dick once again. To make her his over and over again.
Every single part? Hm…
“Baby, it’s been a while since I really had every single part of you…” To illustrate his point his slippery fingers left her and drew a path further back, lightly tracing her other opening. It had been a while he had played that way, but he remembered her reaction only too well. Not disappointed, he watched her sharply indrawn breath as her eyes flew up to him again, then back down to his hand.
“Michael…” she sighed, her body totally still now. Frozen by desire so hot it would incinerate an iceberg.
Michael had to chuckle. Another boundary Lisa had helped him breach- something he had indulged in during many dirty dreams but never thought he would really ever enjoy with a woman. So forbidden, so hotly brazen…only with Lisa everything they did was a new, crazy adventure… as long as they were emotionally close and connected the sky was the limit. Trust and safety- so essential in all their sexual games.
“You are such a dirty, naughty girl. And I know how you like it, baby. I can play every sweet melody in that gorgeous body of yours.”
“You’re killing me…Michael…baby...”
He continued to play with her, now making sure he attended to her clit as well while he increased the pressure on her tight opening, making her moan even harder, which brought him dangerously close to losing his load against her behind. Time to change strategies. It was enough for now to remind her of the darker pleasures she had been missing.
When he gently withdrew his hand after one more languid gliding motion between her dripping folds, she whimpered and turned, kissing him hotly until he was not sure he could wait anymore. Her hand had shifted and she resumed her manual administrations before she took him by the waist and turned him, so he now was resting against the cool marble, his front being proudly displayed in the mirror. Breaking away from his mouth, leaving him panting, Lisa started to kiss that crazy highway to paradise down his neck, his chest, his abs…as she slowly slid to her knees.
Mesmerized, he watched her backside in the mirror and he turned slightly, granting him sort of a side view, enhancing the experience of having her take him into her hot mouth. He saw her tongue getting ready to lick him from the base of his huge erection before he felt the impact, yet his shaft was already on fire.
Fuck. This is the stuff absolute, pure ecstasy is made of.
He watched her lick his full length, holding him in her hand, and then, while he was unable to tear himself away, she opened wide and took all she could hold. His hands found her hair and he lovingly pushed it back from her face, granting him a better view of her lips on him, watching her jaw work, going almost crazy with the image of his thick, wet, cock appearing and disappearing into the heavenly cavern of her mouth.
With a popping sound, Lisa pulled away slightly. Holding his penis with the red hot, jerking head close to her glistening lips. “Are you watching me? You have no idea what it does to me to see you and taste you and feel you- like a kaleidoscope of pleasure. It’s sick how much you turn me on. No one should have this much power over anyone else.”
Her tongue licked his head and he jerked against her.
Fuck- at least it’s all balanced out.
He was all hers. For ever and ever. He had survived for her. Had longed for her. Had fought against his desire for her- and lost miserably. And gloriously.
Gosh, he was getting so close, and he was definitely not done with her yet. His creative vision was all sort of inspired by that new mirror wall. She should know better than to tempt him like this. Or maybe she had known? No, not possible. She would not have thought about his preferences when renovating…or would she have?
Yeah, not like you thought about her with every new bathtub, every new mirror, every piece of lingerie you saw in a store or in a catalogue. Every toy you saw on the internet… No not at all. Yeah, right…
Resisting the urge to simply let go and feed her his juices, he took her by the shoulders, and she rose once again, devouring him in a crazy kiss, making him taste his salty precum she had licked and suckled off him just seconds earlier. Enjoying her hands on his ass, pulling his hard staff against her moist center, he relished her lips and tongue a while longer before his hands came to rest on her waist. Gently, he picked her up, placing her on the marble sink. Almost forcefully, he pulled her thighs apart and used his fingers to spread her, admiring her pink, wet honey pot, her slick, swollen labia, her pulsing opening, and her exposed, turgid clit.
Lisa had squealed when he placed her on the surface, and he recalled the thrilling sensation of cold stone against candescent, sensitive skin. In a quest to further torture her, he blew on her glistening pearl, causing her to throw her head back and moan. Looking the huge mirror behind the sink gave him a spectacular viewpoint as it reflected both her face and, when he shifted his position slightly, her wide open vulnerability. Bending forward, he licked her juices from her in one swift motion and she started to tremble, her sighs hoarse and deep in the echo of the bathroom.
“Michael…”
“Hmm…” He licked her like the tastiest ice cream, always avoiding both her opening and her clit, before blowing on the button of her pleasure once more. She let out a small scream.
“Please….oh shit…”
Oh yeah,this girl was all his now. There were no thoughts of boundaries or traces of former lovers in her head. He was able to banish them as he caused her to almost go mad with pleasure.
After some more teasing, warning her to hold still, Michael captured her clit in his mouth, sucking, biting it gently while his hands captured her ass and held her angled still and in the right position for his – and her- pleasure. All the while, his eyes stayed on the sensual, torturous image presented to his voyeuristic view. This was, no doubt, way better than movies they had made in the past. While he liked aspects of being able to direct and then re-enjoy their lovemaking with a camera, mirrors provided the benefit of instantaneous sensation and sort of an outside perspective.
We are visual animals for a reason- and not much is sexier than watching myself eat that sweet pussy…
Moaning and making small noises of pleasure against her increased her sighs and cries. His penis was now painfully thumping and reminding him that it very much wanted to fuck the dripping, tight dessert before him.
She was so close- and he masterfully kept her on that ledge, aiming to make her cum even harder than she had earlier. If she thought he was done with her, she had seen nothing…
Michael was well aware she had not been able to keep her eyes off the couple going at it in the glass wall, either. She kept her thighs nice and open and when Michael moved his hands under her, she used her own fingers to hold herself open to him, after he instructed her to. She was such a good little girl when she was being bad…
“You like what you see baby girl?” He whispered hoarsely against her, between licks and small bites.
A guttural sound was her only response.
“You like when I eat that sweet cunt of yours?”
“Oh fuck yeah. You’re about to kill me… I can’t…”
Another lick from the very bottom end of her pussy all the way to her clit, stabbing it, flicking it…
“Michael…”
“You wanna cum for me, baby? I want to have you spill your juices some more…I want to drink you, eat you, breathe you…”
More suckling and more responding moans and cries.
Oh yeah, almost there…
“Oh hell yes, please, baby, please let me cum…”
“Well, I want you to finger yourself and help me out- and keep your eyes on that pussy…I want you to watch as you fingerfuck yourself.”
His tongue entered her dripping canal one time, probing the clenching, pulsing inner walls. She was about to go off like a rocket.
As her slender fingers moved as instructed, he sucked hard on her clit, enjoying her scream as his teeth pinched her lightly right after using his tongue to rub against the nubbin in a forceful drag.
Her fingers pumping in and out of her opening, Lisa fell apart. She screamed his name and her pelvis lifted up in rhythmic spasms as she came hard in an explosive fashion. He kept up the sucking and nibbling on her clit, prolonging her orgasm that held her in its forceful throes as she convulsed over and over, moaning, and crying out her pleasure.
Finally, he eased up on her, going to small kisses and licks, kissing a path up her belly, nipping at her nipples, which caused her to scream again, then pulling her to him to return the favor from earlier and feeding her some of the juices he had just delighted in. Lisa greedily kissed him, her tongue cleaning him off like a cat lapping up sweet cream. And sweet cream it was. Such a little freak. One he needed to fuck as soon as possible before losing his load standing right there in the bathroom.
When he felt she was stable enough, he lifted her off the counter and turned her, placing her hands against the cool surface of the mirror. Through heavy lids, Lisa’s eyes met his once again and she licked her swollen lips. His baby was all moisture and pouting – both her mouth and her pussy.
“Spread them- and get ready for a wild fuck, baby. I’m about to explode…”
Seeing her round ass, the juices dripping down her thighs, and her wild eyes were the perfect recipe for the impending combustion.
Complying, she spread her legs wider and jutted that ass out at him.
Holy mercy!
His hard on touched the perfect globes as he pressed against her. Letting his hand play with her nipples, pinching and extending them between his long fingers while watching his handywork, he then lightly trailed them down her ribcage and her waist and come to that ass that had been tempting him in many fitful nights filled with erotic images and sensations before waking up alone. No more…
Holding his price, he spread her cheeks wide open, admiring her still quivering opening.
“Fuck me, baby. Give it to me hard and fast. I need to feel you pounding me…”
Oh, she was not about to get disappointed. Any thoughts of holding back were far from gone. Lunging forward, he surged into her and impaled her with one stabbing motion. She inhaled sharply and moaned his name as their eyes automatically met in the reflecting glass separating and uniting them. Dark, dangerous lava clashing with translucent, blue glaciers. Forces of nature creating friction and steam, enveloping them both, granting access to the soul of the other.
For one second he held still, enjoying the incredible heat and tightness. Her well prepared muscles were moving against him, gripping him, sucking him in. He had buried himself to the hilt and yet it felt as if he was elongated and growing more once inside the flaming sheath.
This was death. And rebirth… Oblivion and remembrance. Worship and adoration.
This was his love for this one woman. His heart open, allowing the complete experience of their bodies enacting the symbiosis of their hearts and souls. Now and forever.
Eternal. No escape- only surrender.
Finally, the acceptance of the undeniable truth.
Michael and Lisa.
His mind repeated their names over and over, and he drove into her according to the chant as their moans and sighs provided the background chorus.
“Lisa, leave one hand braced-use the other to play with your nipples…”
The order was harsh and demanding, and he felt the result as she became even more flooded.
One hot glance, a dirty smile, and her slender fingers slowly caressed her belly, then moved to her breasts, tweaking her puckered points. Rubbing, teasing, pinching…
God, she was killing him, and he fucked her harder still, his hips angling and twisting against her, making sure he was hitting every single nerve. Lisa was taking everything he had to give, holding against him, meeting the impact, rolling her hips against him- forcing him up that golden spiral staircase into paradise.
“You like what you see, big guy?”
She breathed hard in-between thrusts and the sultry hue in her voice drove him closer to the edge.
Nodding, he tossed his head.
Great thing we just took a shower. That was redundant.
Sweat dripped from his temples and down his chest now. And Lisa’s golden skin looked as if it was decorated by diamond dust. His very own fairy- complete with pixy dust, sending them both flying into the stratosphere.
“Move lower- play with your clit…Now.”
Lisa whimpered and he could feel her drifting closer to climaxing once more as he summoned everything inside to hold off just a little longer.
He once again spread her cheeks and was mesmerized by his thick dick leaving her tightness, her juices seeping out, adorning his length. His penis was huge now, the veins pronounces and looking almost angry. Changing his position slightly, he was able to catch the image in the mirrors as well. Gosh, the site of his furious claiming of her body, her heated reaction, his dick leaving and impaling her, it all was almost too much. For a second he closed his eyes to collect himself, taking a deep breath, focusing on the sensations inside: the blood rushing through the network of arteries and veins, the pulsing in his penis, the thumping in his head- almost like a driving bassline or drumbeat…
Lisa was now rubbing her clit. He saw her take it between thumb and forefinger and pinch it, as she pushed her ass against him, driven by primal lust and pleasure.
“Mike, I am so fucking close…I’m gonna cum any second…Harder, give it to me, Daddy...”
“Oh, you’re getting it alright, girl..” the words were force out from behind clenched teeth.
Madness.
Addiction.
No treatment desired or possible.
Thankfully.
Seeing her open and exposed to him, full and convulsing around him, he brought his fingers to the sensitive skin outside her the pussy he was fucking with all his might. Her juices were bathing her, and he spread them once more to the small bud he toyed with earlier. Just a little playful rubbing, some light pressure…and within seconds, Lisa clenched around his dick, holding him in a deadly vice as she once again screamed, cuming hard and long against him.
“That’s right baby, you cum hard for me…letting it all go…”
His driving motions kept up for several more strokes, before he could no longer withstand the sensation of being pulled and milked. Spots danced around him and intense pleasure constricted his balls, filling his cock even more, before the feeling of molten lava shooting down the length of his erection caused him to call out her name, as spasm after spasm rocketed him through the bright, blinding, breathtaking firework.
Resisting the urge to dive into the kaleidoscope of stunning sensations, he kept his eyes glued to Lisa and his orgasm picked back up after drowning in the passion of the now sea colored waves crashing around him. She was still convulsing, still moaning, still writhing- and the expression in her eyes lay bare her soul.
“Is it clear now?” When he was able to breathe again, still inside her he whispered darkly against her ear, feeling her shudder once again.
“What? That you can kill me when you fuck me?”
“No, that there are no barriers between us. There is no going slow… I own you and you own me. We can’t go slow and we can’t stay away. What we can do,” He kissed her neck, “is stop being silly and just embrace that fact. Cause baby, no one has ever been able to slice open my soul and make me bleed during sex like you do.”
“No one?”
He knew what she was asking.
“No one. Having sex is one thing. Seeing the reflection of my own heart, my own soul in your eyes is quite another.”
He could see she was tearing up.
“Michael, you gotta know…” Her voice became choked up by the flood of emotions he saw in her eyes.
Slowly, he withdrew from her, regretting the loss of the tight warmth around him. Icy winter after removing the sheltering coat. She turned and he pulled her into his arms. She snuggled against him, kissed his chest, holding him tightly.
“Know what?”
“That no one has ever been able to touch me the way you have done. The way you still do…”
“Well, I am quite well endowed, I hear.”
She chuckled and playfully bit him before turning serious again.
“Egomaniac. No, but really: It has always scared the holy shit out of me. What you do to me. It’s so powerful and so frightening. I crashed and almost died so many times when we broke up. I tried to fill myself with others…not just my body. My self-esteem. The way I felt empty and worthless. Insignificant. Not just to you, but also to myself. Mostly to myself...”
Michael now felt tears rising as well… He kissed her forehead and pulled her closer yet. He had heard her say it before- how she tried to fill the emptiness with people- with men. He had hated her for it with such intensity. And then tried to do the same. Without much success. Relief, yes. But not redemption. No completion beyond a bodily function.
“Are you gonna stop running then? Can you just give into our fate and see that our only chance of meaningful survival is with one another?”
“I really want to, Michael. I wished for it so many times. And man, we made a go so many times.”
“We also made a mess…I made the mess this time. I know it- and I want to spend the rest of my life making it up to you.”
“It’s so scary. We always come this close. Then something happens- we give into the craziness and lose faith. What if we do it again…”
“Well, let’s make a pact to not do it again. I’m tired of fucking up. Aren’t you?”
She laughed despite her tears tickling his chest.
“No, not at all. Let’s keep it up. It’s seems so healthy, right?”
Good- she was ok if she was sarcastic.
“So, how ‘bout we stop running against the wall and instead work on taking it down?”
“Sounds so good, baby. I am just scared...”
“And you think I ain’t? Well, let me tell you. I am. We can be scared together. How ‘bout it?”
Lisa finally looked up at him.
“One step at a time, ok. So, how does that plan to meet with the lying legal eagle go?”
Sighing, he knew her sidestepping the issue for what it was. A temporary trapdoor, allowing them to once again table the most important issue: Their future.
On the other hand, maybe she was right- maybe the past had to be dealt with first.
And Julia was part of that deal.
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Three hours later they were close to arriving at his Westwood condo. He had explained the details of how he set up the meeting. She was not too pleased to hear that he had started calling the woman weeks ago, laying the foundation to his plan. The battle strategy.
That was where they differed greatly. Lisa was an all-out, open fighter when she had a grievance. No, he didn’t work that way. Despite the advice of his counselors to forgive and release the anger, his mind started to write a script that was slightly different.
The time to let go would come. But first he wanted to have his say. And he knew Lisa needed to have her grand stand. She deserved that and so much more. So, while therapy had helped to dial down the anger consuming him, the simmering cauldron stayed stirred and heated. Julia was not just going to get away. The old method of icing people out would come in handy later- right now he wanted to draw some blood. He wasn’t proud of those dark, not very kind thoughts and feelings. But he had learned to finally be honest with himself when hatred gnawed at him. Denial and escapism had proven destructive and deceptive – they did not solve anything. They just masked the sore while the deadly bacteria of hate continued to devour the flesh of his soul.
Julia had certainly been surprised when he first contacted her. She had been apologetic as well. Cautious initially, then relieved when he told her he was working on getting over the pain she had caused him. Well, he had not entirely used those words, and she somehow might have gotten the impression that he was a sweet and docile idiot, ready to be friends again. But hey- not his fault she was so damn gullible. She was an attorney- she should know better.
So yeah, Lisa had frowned when he filled her in on everything. And he finally convinced her that his plan was the way to go. If Julia thought she was meeting him for a friendly dinner, she would have her guard down.
“So what? You gonna stash me in the closet?”
He started to hum his song.
Lisa sighed, “Michael- can you stay serious and on topic?”
“Ok, fine. No not the closet. I was thinking more of the bedroom.”
“Why do we have to play games like this, Mike?”
“Because she will be more surprised. You know- she feels everything is honky dory- then BAM!”
“Bam?”
“Yep.”
Lisa rolled her eyes. Why did she have to be such a fuddy-duddy about this?
“What you don’t think she would have come if you had told her I’d be there?”
That was better. The twinkle in her eye let him in on the fact that she was starting to come around. And enjoy this just a little bit.
“I’m doing this for you.”
“Well, if you’re only doing it for me, maybe we should turn around…”
“Ok, fine. I’m doing it for me, too. I can’t got over how snowed I was by her. I trusted her.”
“Don’t remind me. Was she that good? I mean, I know normally man think with their dicks, but I never grouped you in that category.”
“Ah- thanks, I think… But no, it had nothing to do with sex. That was just – sex. This has to do with me trusting her- I mean, Lord, I even had her around the kids. And she did that? She lied- made it seem that you….you…killed my baby? I still…”
Words left him.
Truly, he still could not wrap his head around this. And, man- he should have known. He knew the depths human deception could stoop to with the right motivation. Had he not learned anything?
“Which makes it all the odder she thinks you just got over it. Aren’t lawyers supposed to be smart? Or is she hoping you gonna give it to her again. Hey, maybe some women think with their p…”
“Ah, ok, Lisa…” He was laughing. She was too cute. “I get it. But no, I guess it’s more a case of she’s hoping I forgave her so she doesn’t have to feel so guilty.”
Lisa rolled her eyes. “Please. She didn’t look all that guilty when she was in the hospital that day. And even if she does. Good. I hope she fucking drowns in her guilt. The fucking bitch almost cost me your love. Her lies delivered you into Graces’s clutches. So, no, I don’t care if she feels badly or guilty. Whatever. And what’s wrong with saying ‘pussy’?”
He play-punched her as he giggled. Yes, giggled. Gosh- when was the last time that had happened before the last day or two?
“Lisa! I interrupted you for a reason.”
Lisa was laughing heartily now. The sound wrapped him into an aura of invincibility and amazement. Like a gorgeous rainbow after the grey and chilling rain. Unexpected and deliriously stunning.
“I know you did. Prude! You didn’t mind saying it over and over when you fucked me senseless earlier. And you might have said c...”
“Lisa!” Leaning across he tried to cover her mouth and she simply darted away. Had he not been driving, she would totally not get away with this.
“Yes, darling? You didn’t mind my cunt when you drilled me…”
“You are incorrigible!”
And he loved it. Still, he liked the have those dirty words reserved for a time when he could drive her crazy… When the dark beast was allowed to come out to play. When nothing was off-limits.
“And you are still so sweet. My saint during the day who turns into a sex fiend at night. Or whenever he gets ruled by his large, hard, throbbing dick. The king’s staff…the royal scepter, the cobra legends are made of…”
He almost choked laughing, and had to be extra careful to not run them off the road.
“Lisa, do I have to pull over and give you a spanking- or wash your mouth out with soap?”
She was trying hard to control her laughter now.
“Ok, fine. I’ll be good, Daddy, I swear.”
“As if you knew the meaning of being good.”
“And you love it.”
True. Only too true. And he loved her laughter, her playful expression, her silliness. It restored his soul.
“So, anyway. You don’t think she would have agreed if you told her I’d come along?” Lisa had finally caught her breath after several minutes of ribbing him and cracking up.
“Ah…That would be a no. Unless…”
Lisa looked over at him. That glint was back and she gave him a lopsided grin. “Unless what? Unless she wanted to give into her secret desire to have a threesome with us?”
Ok…That statement almost made him swallow his gum.
“Girl! You gone crazy on me?”
“Oh come on. You know you have thought of it. I bet it’s one of those deep, dark secrets hiding behind that saintly veneer. “
Well, of course he had thought of threesomes before. He was a man, after all. He and Lisa had shared fantasy scenarios in the past. Discussions about what they would do or how it would go down had quite often led to some crazy full out sex. But realistically, it had always been just talk and sexy mental exercise. He didn’t want to share her. With anyone. Male or female. Another male for a threesome was out anyway. That was not even material for fantasies. He always had drawn the line at that. No hot blooded man would want to see his woman get screwed right there. It had always been beyond his understanding how people would agree to that. And he certainly didn’t want to fuck someone with her there. That would be a total exercise in futility since no one could duplicate what he felt with her. So, women were out, too. Which effectively eliminated real life threesomes.
Of course there had been that crazy, yet hot (and wet) dream he had shortly after he first had done it with Julia. And Lisa might or might not have been featured. He would certainly never tell.
“Saintly veneer my ass. You know how I roll, baby girl. And it ain’t with a third wheel.”
“You might be missing out there…”
Well, she would know. It still stung at times that Lisa had enjoyed or participated in all sorts of sexual ventures without him. He knew about some of the stuff she had been up to before him. And yes, having sexual relations with women and having been in threesomes had been part of that. His poor little lost girl had wasted such incredible amounts of energy trying to fill that bottomless void her Dad’s passing left behind.
“Well, you would know…”
And she was very chummy with her pal Pink. Ok, Mike, snap out of it. New beginning- remember? Gosh, old habits were so hard to break!
The comment escaped slightly more annoyed and sarcastic than planned. Lisa, very much in tune with his every mood change, turned seriously and eyed him while biting her lip.
“Mike? I was just kidding…”
“Yeah. I know. Sorry ‘bout that. Just- I know what you said to that Stern guy. What was that- you are fighting the urges, or some shit like that?”
“Oh, wow- I forgot you stalked my interviews. You should know the deal though. We feed them bullshit and they eat it gratefully. Isn’t that what some smart superstar once told me about doing interviews?”
“Well, yeah…but…”
But he knew her past.
Enough, man! Don’t do this shit to yourself. You know how she feels with you. Stop stressing over bullshit that ain’t even real.
Good, at least his inner voice had not been able to murder common sense.
“Michael? You serious?”
He took a deep breath.
“No, I’m kidding, too. The future, right? That’s what we’re working on.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, right. Just making sure we’re still on track.”
He nooded. “You and me, girl. And the future.”
The side glance she gifted him with attested to her being less than convinced.
How ‘bout it Mike. How certain are you this crap won’t be coming up over and over?
The road became very interesting and attention consuming and the next couple of minutes passed by silently.
“So, Michael. Have you thought about where you gonna go next? I mean literally go. Are you planning on going back to Bahrain, or what’s up?”
Great – out of the frying pan and into the fire.
Well, one thing he knew for sure. He was not staying in Los Angeles. Or California. He was not feeling warm and fuzzy about being in this country altogether. But he realized he might have to make a compromise.
Another new skill.
Amazing. Who said you couldn’t teach an old dog new tricks.
“Well, you know how I feel about staying in the US. But I also know it’s asking a lot of you to move all the way away. I mean,….you meant to imply…you were saying that….I mean you asked about where I would go – and I hope that means were we would go.”
He glanced over at her carefully. She obviously joined the arduous task of watching the road intently.
“Well, yeah, kinda. If I am to think about us together I gotta know where that would be. That togetherness, I mean.”
He liked that. Togetherness. It sounded right.
“Well, I can’t stay here. LA. California. Still too hard. Every road, everything I see has reminders. And people won’t let me forget. Just wait till they know the drug abusing pedophile is back. My children will never have a moment’s peace.”
“Baby…” She was looking at him directly now. Her hand was on his thigh, giving him a squeeze, conveying she understood. The pain in her eyes also underlined she really had gotten the point.
“So, what you’ve been thinking? Overseas again?”
“I don’t know. I am taking it one mountain at a time. I had to conquer Mount Lisa first, you know. She’s a tough nut to crack, I tell y’a.”
“Yeah, but you know how it is. She never stood a chance against your determination. Or your conquering skills. Or your other…assets.” Lisa shot his crotch a hot look and he squirmed in his seat as something stirred in response. She was the quintessential snake charmer.
“Yeah, well…I’ll try to remember that. So, I was thinking, I don’t know. What about East Coast? I think I want the kids to have real seasons. And people are less…impressed by fame. A while back I had Raymone look into property in Virginia. So what you think- I could take that Memphis girl I know closer to her roots…”
“Mike: I think that Memphis girl doesn’t need her roots. She only needs her man. But yeah, going overseas is pretty much out for the long run. I don’t want to take the kids from Danny.”
In the spirit of old habits dying hard, the grimace came on his face before he was aware.
Real mature, dude.
Well, he didn’t have to like the man. He only had to respect that he was the father of her kids. And she had to respect that he didn’t condone her being buddy -buddy with him. What man would put up with this shit? I was still not going with that liberal, new age bullcrap she had forced on him before. She wouldn’t like it if Debbie and he want down the friend roads, either. Not like that would ever happen, but she’d get the point.
“He can visit them out East. They do make airplanes. I use them quite frequently as you found out.”
“Very funny, Mikey.”
Innocent face- Use the innocent face. Maybe she will fall for it.
“Will you think about it? East Coast if I can compromise and not go overseas… I think that’s fair.”
She thought for a moment and then nodded slowly.
“Yeah, I think about it.”
Great. Another unresolved issue. Patience. One thing at a time, right? Why was it so difficult to live by that? It certainly seemed easy enough when they told him about it in therapy.
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After arriving at the condo, they ventured upstairs and Lisa seemed a bit stung by the dinner he had catered for Julia.
“Did you have to make it look like a date?”
“I thought you understood. The element of surprise works best if the other person is totally in the dark.”
“Ok, General Jackson. Let’s get on with it, then. As long as I see her head on a spike in the end I’ll be fine.”
“Gosh, girl. Remind me to not piss you off again. You’ll go all kind of wild amazon warrior woman on me. Kinda sexy…”
He pulled her close and kissed her.
“Yeah, whatever. In your case I’d mount your dick on that spike- so be careful.”
“Ouch!” The painful grimace made her laugh, and she allowed another kiss.
“So, ok, this is the plan. And please: can you go against your nature and play things according to plan for once. Pretty please?”
Lisa batted her eyes at him innocently, worrying him greatly. Then she straightened and saluted. “Yes, General Jackson, sir. Soldier Presley at your service.”
“Girl, you just too much! Imma show you something you can salute in a moment.” He slapped her on her ass as she giggled and sashayed into the bedroom where she was supposed to wait for her cue.
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By the time the doorman called up that Julia had arrived, a stonecold calm had suffused him. This was just like any other performance- he aimed to dazzle his audience. Only difference- the razzle- dazzle was designed not to delight but to deceive. That woman had ripped Lisa’s heart out. And he had allowed it. He had handed her the lance to pierce the core of the person he should have loved and believed most. After initially having turned against himself, his anger was now ready to lash out. And she’d never see it coming. Anger Jackson style was like a sudden tsunami. He was perfectly able to keep sunny skies and smooth waters until the wall of death came racing toward the intended victim, sweeping him or her along. All his life he had worked hard to perfect his innocent, harmless image. Those confusing his childlike demeanor with childish, innocuous ignorance didn’t realize his lethality until too late.
“Michael- I am so happy you agreed to meet in person. Really, you have no idea what it means to me that you are even speaking to me. I mean- I explained how the whole thing…” She swallowed and made a handgesture underlining the insignificance of her deeds, “was one big misunderstanding.”
Yes, it was a huge misunderstanding. He had judged her to be honorable. And she was a lying, scheming bitch.
Eying her, he had to admit he was impressed. She wore a nice sheath dress, not quite business, but also not quite something you wear on a date. She looked fresh and lovely. Nothing like the monstrous liar he knew her to be. A gorgeous façade masking the rotten core. Very sad. If he cared. Which he did not. Her fate was inconsequential.
She had dared to betray him. To lie to him. And she had hurt Lisa. After tonight, he hoped she would be wiped from his life for good. He was ready to slam that door shut. And have the key pulverized by the millstones of his indifference.
Amazingly, his plan seemed to work perfectly and while he could sense she was tense initially, his charm and warm smile reached out and stroke her ego. She relaxed. Her guard dropped. What a silly, silly thing to do. Did she really think he ran that shallow?
Barley touching his food, he sipped on his wine as Julia chatted about recent business dealings and some vacation she had been on. How nice. While he had undergone grueling treatment to restore his body and mind, she had been on a cruise. Lovely.
“But really, Michael. It was so difficult to relax and enjoy the beauty around me. I still felt so horribly about the pain you must have gone through when you thought you lost a baby…” Her voice trailed.
Lost a baby?
Bitch, what flavor of mad are you? I didn’t lose nothing. You flipping told me my wife had an abortion. Talk about rewriting of history…
And he didn’t even try to justify to himself calling Lisa his wife: that was what she had always been since he laid eyes on her. And she would always remain married to his heart. You don’t mess with a man’s wife. Not without getting beat down.
“Yes, well, ah…I guess I am still a bit confused how all that got started… It seems like a big thing to get wrong…”
“I told you. I saved Lisa-Marie that day. I jumped into that pool, pulled her out, performed CPR… It was so scary, Michael. There was so much blood and she was so pale…”
His internal thermostat went on arctic chill.
Just keep talking, lady. The image of a bled–out and almost dead Lisa is just what I need to rip you to shreds. Keep on talking…
He just hoped Lisa would hold tight and not explode from all the bullshit. She was listening in on the intercom. He had told her that might be a bad idea, but she had insisted.
“Yes, and I have thanked you already. Not that there is ever a good enough way to repay you for what you did.”
Maybe Lisa had been on to something with the image of the traitor’s head on a spike. God- he needed to keep a grip.
Play it cool- think shark...A calm circling of the unaware prey…
“Well, I had no choice. Despite all the horrible things she said to me, I knew I had to be the greater person. She would have been totally helpless without me saving her. It was very scary...”
“Well, you are a true hero. And too modest. What you did had such wide-reaching repercussions.”
Her eyes narrowed. “How do you mean?”
Yeah, lady,- you hear those bells going off in your head? Those are the alarm bells your well trained legal mind is ringing- but you are too much under my spell to hear them. Too full of yourself. Dummy.
Michael reached across the table and reached for her hand. Chills raced over his back.
Disgust. Pure and undiluted.
Those hands had ripped out his heart.
He had allowed those hands to touch him, caress him, play with his children. The most intimate of moments were held on those hands.
His touch had the desired impact. Her features softened and a warm glow filled her eyes and made her cheeks flushed. Holy shit! Did she actually think he could be attracted to her again? This was downright funny.
“Well, you saving Lisa of course. She has two children who would have been motherless. Her family- and of course, me…”
“Yes, you, Michael, I know. Thinking of you was the main reason I jumped in. How could I ever look at you again knowing I let her drown?”
How can you look me straight in the eye knowing you lied your ass off? Amazing.
Picking up her hand, he brought it to his lips and lightly kissed it.
His stomach flipped. His cool demeanor stayed in place securely. Years of training.
A small noise came from the bedroom. Lisa either was throwing up or was throwing something against the wall. Shit! Maybe the hand kiss was a little much…
“What was that?”
“What?” He innocently raised his eyebrows.
“There was a noise, Michael.”
“Oh that…yeah. Hm…it’s an oldish building. There’s always some noises. It’s a bit better up here, but at times you wouldn’t believe the ruckus.”
His fingers caressed her hand as he rubbed her wrist.
“Michael…You are really overwhelming me. I mean, I know, we’ve been talking and you indicated we can be friends again, but now..this….” Her eyes dipped to his hand on her skin and then found his eyes again.
“Well..things change. But go on- you were gonna tell me how you confused Lisa having a health crisis with her having had an abortion…”
“Why does it matter, Michael? Why cry over spilt milk?”
Indeed, why? Not like Lisa’s spilt blood mattered. Or a lie that sent him into a crazy tailspin. No,let’s get back to talking about some cruise.
Like hell!
“I just thought it was quite a thing to get confused.”
“It was crazy that day at the hospital. Lisa-Marie’s friend, Michael Lockwood was there. And her mother. They were frantic. I told them about the blood and her mother said something about oh God, not again. I overheard them talking about a miscarriage she had before- and Lockwood was so worried she had lost his baby.”
Michael clenched his fist and fidgeted in his seat for the first time.
“Go on…”
He was not going to discuss Lisa’s miscarriage with this woman. Not if he didn’t want Lisa coming flying out the room.
“So, I talked to Lockwood later, and he mentioned that Lisa had to have a procedure done- and then somehow the word abortion was dropped.”
“By Lockwood?”
Now, he wouldn’t doubt that the son of a bitch had come up with some shit to stir up trouble. Was Julia possibly more innocent than he had thought? She had mentioned she ‘heard’ about the abortion- but really she had never given him many details. Was he convicting her before listening to any evidence? Was he falling into the same trap as the people persecuting him? The general public, the media…
“I can’t remember if it was him, or Miss Presley, Priscilla, - or a nurse.”
“You can’t recall? I mean you certainly couldn’t wait to fill me in.”
“Michael, I really did not call to cause you pain. Plus, I didn't know you would call me...and you asked me why I was at the hospital, remember?”
Yes- and then the “news” of the abortion had slipped.
“Well, but if you just overheard it, I mean, wouldn’t you verify it before you ran your mouth to me?”
She was getting a bit flustered now.
“You make it sound like I just rushed off to gossip.”
“Isn’t that what you did? Whenever you did it- you let it slip. And are you telling me you would not have told me- eventually?”
“Michael, things were so crazy that day. I was out of it. I just had to save someone’s life. A woman who insulted me and fought me. A woman who I thought was messing with you. I mean, I knew she was- there was evidence, let’s not forget that.”
Oh yeah- the picture that kicked off his downward spiral.
“Yeah, you couldn’t wait to send me that either, could you?”
“I told you I would jump in if she ever hurt you again.” Her tone was turning defiant now, revealing the hard resolve under her seemingly soft exterior.
“Well, Lisa said Lockwood tried to force a hug on her…”
“I am sure that’s what she said. And how many times has she lied to you.”
Ok, take a deep breath, man!
“Look, I didn’t invite you to go over my history with Lisa. I had hoped to find some clarification, so we can all move on. It caused me great distress to hear she had an abortion, Julia. I love her and to hear that kind of…news…you cannot know how much that hurt.”
Oops, he said “love”- present tense. Oh well…
“But how much can you love her if you thought it was true? And what do you mean by ‘move on’? Is there hope for us? I mean for you and me? As friends…of course…for now…”
Her eyes looked at him pleadingly.
Yeah, a snowball’s chance in hell. How deluded are you, woman?
Her comment throwing out there that he believed the lie hurt like hell. Yes- the lie had become the truth. Not the first time in his life. Hopefully, the last.
He touched her hand again. “Is that what you want? For us to be friends again? You haven’t really asked straight out about Lisa and me. How do you know we’re not together?”
“Well, I don’t. But I assume even though you found out she did not have an abortion, she still messed around with her so called ex. I saw them at Tom’s office, Michael. There was nothing forced there. And I was kind not to send you the next thing that happened…”
Yes, it would have been horrible to see Lisa smacking Lockwood and kicking him out of her life.
Not for once did he buy Julia’s version. Lisa had not lied this time.
“What happened next?”
His tone was very nonchalant and calm. Inside, he was filled with visions of slapping her- and here he thought he would never consider violence against others. And certainly not against a woman.
“I don’t want to hurt you anymore. Let’s just say things got steamy.”
A quick prayer was sent to heaven that Lisa would not totally destroy his bedroom. Or turn his condo into a murder scene. Which probably was the greater danger at this point.
“So, Julia. If you had your way: what would happen to you and me? Where would this relationship go?”
It was time to reel in the fish- before he took out a canon and shot her out of the water.
“Well, it means the world that we are here, as friends. And when, I mean if, you are free…I would hope you and I could…I don’t know…resume our previous relationship. Maybe, just maybe you could be at a point where you could allow yourself to open up and we could see where this relationship could go? I mean, we already know I get along great with your children…”
He had to cut her off. She was not about to talk about his children. Wasn’t gonna happen.
“So, you could see us dating, is that what you’re saying?”
Julia demurely lowered her eyes and put her hand on top of his.
“I don’t know. All I can hope for is that you don’t close the door on us.”
Oh, I was gonna close the door on us alright. Slam the sucker in your face, too.
“Julia. Wow. You truly amaze me. Thanks for being so …hm…honest. It means so much.”
“So Michael, what do you think?”
“What do I think?”
He slowly withdrew his hand from her grasp.
She nodded , her eyes bright and hopeful. Yeah, it sucks to believe in a future then get the rug pulled out from under your feet. And Miss Julia was just about to find out.
“Well, I think you are astounding. You are stunning- I already told you that. You have the face of an angel and a body of a …”
Snake was probably not the right thing to say, but it came to mind. It didn’t quite fit though. He liked and admired snakes. She was more like some beautiful apparition that turned ghastly and swallowed the souls of mortals.
Almost there, he could do this.
“Well, I mean, you have a great body. You are smart, your mind is so sharp, cunning…I admire that. I really do. It’s so sad, though…”
She looked slightly startled.
“Sad? What is?”
“That behind all that beauty and all that wit lies the black heart of a scheming harlot- nothing more.”
His tone was pure ice- and he made sure he spoke clearly with each syllable slicing the air.
Julia started at him and then blinked, as if to make sure she had heard him correctly.
“Michael- what did you say?”
She reached for his hand again- this time with both hands.
“He said you are a lying, scheming, whore. And if you don’t take your dirty hands of my man, you won’t have to worry about that charred lump where most people have a heart, as your main concern will be to wonder how you will eat without teeth and where to buy a wig to cover your bald head.”
It seemed Lisa had reached her limit of staying cooped up. And of listening to Julia’s lies.
Oh well, the gloves were off anyway. Let the real fun begin.
(to be continued)
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