16
Lisa was laughing so hard her abs hurt. Michael was giggling hysterically right alongside her, and she detected tears running down his face. As the suburban pulled off, the white camera flashes illuminating the darkness became fainter with increasing distance. They sat turned slightly away from each other, trying to calm down since every time they turned toward each other, one look sufficed to send them off into another attack of laughter.
“Hey look, it worked!” Michael was finally able to speak again, his voice still shaky from all the fun he was having.
He removed his mask, smiling triumphantly.
“I told you they won’t follow.”
“Why the hell would they follow? They already got their show. Mike, what the hell got into you out there?”
A little while earlier, as they prepared to leave the Ivy, Michael asked her if she was ready to have some fun. She looked at him suspiciously.
“Mike, I’m still a bit sore- can you give me a minute here?”
He blushed and lowered his eyes.
“Lisa, shhhht!”
“You weren’t telling me to be quiet when you made me scream. Come to think of it, you were pretty loud yourself.”
He giggled and reached out, putting his hand over her mouth to stop her teasing. She held on to it as she had earlier when he fed her cake and kissed his palm.
“No, seriously, I just got a call that the vultures have descended. Let’s go out and see.”
Oh great, the paps had found them. Lisa knew how Michael hated photographers, so she mentally prepared to be covered by her coat, rushed to the car, and being shoved in right behind him in a mad dash. She looked around for the bodyguard and driver.
“Who are you looking for?”
“Your bodyguard and the driver- I know the drill. Don’t worry, I won’t look up.”
“Don’t be silly, girl. Let’s go take a walk.”
Lisa stopped and stared at Michael again in disbelief.
“Go for a walk?”
“Yeah, let’s go window shopping.”
“How drunk are you? Go window shopping, now? With the paparazzi out there?”
He giggled again and assured her it would be fun.
Fun?
She rose up on her tiptoes and scrutinized his face, turning her head one way, then another.
“Lisa, what?”
“What? I am looking to see who you are and I want to know what you did with my husband. When did you take over? I think I am pretty sure he was the one fucking me a moment ago….but I could be wrong.”
He caught that she called him her husband and found himself liking the sound of it.
The plan came to Michael the second he got the call about the photographers being camped out, ready to pounce. Lisa always made a fuss about him being ashamed of her. Well, he would show her that he was not ashamed of her or of their relationship. He would prove once and for all that he did not care. And if the press got some pictures, well, maybe that would be great way to send a message to some other people as well. Such as that bitch of an ex mother in law. And his very intrusive and suddenly possessive wife.
Without further explanation, he took her hand and dragged her outside. He already told his detail to just follow them at a little distance. He headed down the street, pretending initially to not pay any attention to the cameras going off. Michael felt Lisa’s grip tightening but when he glanced at her, saw she had put her poker face on and had decided to play along. He turned her playfully, whispering, “Come on baby, let’s give them a show, kiss me.”
She laughed, but twisted away.
“Michael, stop it. You will be so sorry when you remember tomorrow what you did.”
“Come on, baby, let me kiss those lips. You know you want to. Look, they are ready for it.”
They heard them come closer.
“Michael, Lisa Marie-look here- what are you doing tonight?”
Michael pulled her close- and did the most unlikely thing. He actually answered them.
“Hey, where are you guys from.”
“Enquirer, Michael. Are you guys out for a night on the town? Where is Debbie? Does she know you are out with Lisa Marie?”
The snapping of the cameras provided the background.
Lisa got in on the action.
“Oh great- Enquirer- our favorite.”
“Yeah, she is right. Hey, let me tell you something. We have a secret.”
Michael looked at her with a wily wink, reached out, and tilted her face up to him. His eyes bore into her, daring her, and she raised her face to him, not letting him down, supporting whatever he was up to.
Michael lowered his head and gently kissed her through the mask. He thought how very Spiderman the whole scene was and could not wait to see those pics. He felt Lisa’s tongue meet his, the silk separating them while intensifying the sensation of the contact. He felt himself harden again. The puffy jacket turned out to be a true life saver- he felt like playing, but his desire to go public only went so far.
Lisa was stunned. What in the world possessed him tonight? She knew he was tipsy, but this whole display was so unlike him. Surely, he must know that those pictures would be plastered all over that trashy magazine tomorrow. Her mother would have a fit, Debbie would explode…this evening was suddenly getting better and better. She returned the kiss, felt getting turned on by his play as well as by the idea that he put their relationship out there for all their adversaries to see. The Suburban pulled up beside them, Michael pulled away and opened the door for her.
Michael smiled at the memory of the past hour. THAT felt so good! It was nice to have the game played by his rules.
He reached out and pulled her close to him, kissing her forehead, a brilliant smile on his face. He looked thoroughly pleased with himself. Lisa rested her head on his shoulder and her hand on his leg.
“Stick with me, girl, I know how to show you a good time.”
He sure did. She could not remember the last time she had been barraged by so many different feelings. Within only three hours, she had been through arousal, sexual frustration, love, sadness, disappointment, intense lust, sexual ecstasy, emotional bonding, embarrassment, and crazy, defiant fun.
Lisa started to giggle again, hiding her face in his shirt. Due to their activities during dinner, especially those not involving food, his cologne had mostly worn off, and she reveled in the pure, unique, wonderful scent she knew and loved so well. His fragrance was accompanied by memories of Michael making love, of him holding her in his arms in their bed, of her watching him dance, and him pulling her close playfully.
“Michael, oh my God. Debbie will go berserk. And you told me to play it cool? Holy shit!”
Michael giggled again, his eyes gleaming mischievously down at her when she looked up.
“Yeah, but that was definitely worth it. I just wish the paps were at your mother’s house when she sees those pictures tomorrow. I would pay to see her reaction.”
“Holy fuck! She will explode. She will be so mad, -her face will almost move.”
Michael hit her playfully, laughing hysterically again.
“You are horrible! This is your mother – I would never…” He could not finish, doubling over once again.
“Oh, come on! You know I’m telling the truth. And I will be lucky if I’m not an orphan after she sees this. And what was ‘we have a secret’ all about? What in the hell got into you?”
He sobered and tried to look at her seriously. His beautiful eyes were still shimmering from tears of laughter.
“Princess, nothing got into me. But I got into you. First my fingers, then my…”
He bent and whispered into her ear.
“Michael! You are so drunk!” Michael normally only talked this dirty during making love. The word “cock” usually did not leave his lips all that easily, unless he was giving her specific instructions. Of course, his words had their usual effect and she felt the lust that never totally left stirring again.
“I am drunk from fucking you, princess. You drive me crazy. You make me forget that I am too shy to do this kind of thing…at least in public.” His head was still close to her ear, his breath moving a tendril of hair.
Shy, my ass!
He pulled her close. Lisa smelled the wine on his breath as she met his hungry lips, her tongue eagerly darting out to taste his. The warmth of his sensual lips engulfed her mouth, and she felt her whole being shrouded in his electric aura again. His tongue caressed hers in slow, languid strokes. They continued to kiss tenderly, slowly, enjoying each other fully without the frenzied hurry driving them earlier.
Lisa contemplated how she missed that part of their relationship. During their marriage, they spent hours just being close, kissing, holding each other, laughing, walking hand in hand, not talking much at all- just reveling into the presence of the other. While this new relationship was mostly devoid of the bitter fights and destructive power struggles that also were elements of their marriage, the encounters were often driven by the all consuming need to feel each other before they had to be apart again. Nothing was guaranteed, every meeting could possibly be their last. They both seemed to sense this and reacted by forsaking the slow, loving encounters for frenzied exchanges of ecstasy. And while Lisa loved and hungered for their fast and furious love making, she also missed the quiet emotional connections that had in the beginning of their relationship defined them as well.
Michael sensed a change of mood in Lisa. Her kiss was still passionate, but there was something else. He pulled away and looked at her. She averted her face and brushed a strand of hair aside.
Was she trying to wipe away another tear?
What did I do now? She was laughing with me just a second ago.
He played the last several minutes back in his mind, but could not detect anything he said or did that would have possibly hurt her feelings. Maybe it was that time of the month. Oh, shit- it better not be. No, he would have noticed. Ok, maybe she was close to that time of the month. Or maybe, she was just moody.
“Lisa?” He reached out and held her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes.
“What?” She smiled, but her eyes did not light up, giving her away.
“What’s wrong, baby? Why are you crying? Did I do anything to upset you? I was not serious about your Mom…well, ok; I was a little bit serious.”
The smile turned genuine. She tried to shake her head, but he continued to force her to keep eye contact.
“Mike, don’t be silly. My mother is a horribly bitch and you don’t ever need to apologize for anything you say about her. You should have heard her this morning. She was in rare form again.”
His hand left her chin and his fingers stroked her cheek in a loving and comforting gesture. He could just imagine the poison Priscilla had inundated Lisa with. He had tried to talk about her business a couple of times during dinner, and had noticed that she stayed vague and had changed the subject, visibly uncomfortable. Which was part of the reason he had insisted on the little game with the paparazzi tonight. Priscilla needed to back off and accept Lisa’s choices. She was more than capable of running her father’s empire, and more than able to make her own decisions about who she wanted to see.
Michael had never understood the animosity Priscilla had flung at him from the very start. Lisa had warned him about the dragon, but he had been so confident he would win her over. He had talked about it with his mother who had asked if the thought that as a well bred southern lady, Priscilla might have objected to her daughter marrying someone not falling into her perfect color scheme. He supposed being prejudiced and ignorant might be part of it, but there was something more. It had puzzled, confused, and hurt him to be met with this kind of barely concealed hatred. He felt he had always tried to be respectful and cordial to the woman who at the best of times treated him like some plague that had infested her daughter. Which had not stopped her to use him as a prop at several occasions to honor Lisa’s father. Then, Lisa had not been allowed to step into her inheritance due to “making bad choices.” One of those choices probably was her marriage to him. Well, no more. Lisa had turned thirty and with that finally officially held the key to her father’s inheritance.
Oh my God! That’s what Priscilla probably tortured Lisa with!
“Why,what did she say? Did she know you were meeting me?”
“I think by the end of our little talk, it was pretty obvious who I was meeting. Plus, she overheard part of a conversation I had with Janet, and got onto me for having a relationship with you again.”
“What the hell is wrong with her? What did I ever do to her?”
Lisa shook her head.
“I don’t know, you spoiled her plan or something. She doesn’t do flexibility.”
“Lisa? Look at me.” He reached out and let his hands rest on her shoulders, turning her to him. Her eyes were big and serious. He could not help but to lean in and place a gently kiss on her lips. When he left her mouth, he kept his face close to hers.
“She told you I was using you to get your father’s music, didn’t she?”
Lisa blinked and lowered her eyes.
Bingo!
“It doesn’t matter, Mike. She just keeps trying to…”
“Look at me. Yes, it does matter. It matters because you believe her, don’t you?”
He caught the flicker of insecurity in her eyes before she cleared her voice. In that second he felt his heart sinking again. A familiar feeling settled in the pit of his stomach.
“No, Michael. Why would you say that? I don’t believe her. I know she is up to her old tricks.”
She was lying. He felt his emotions well up. He felt misjudged, misunderstood, and sentenced without ever having had the chance to defend himself.
She will never trust me again. Maybe she never did. She always assumed the worst, why would now be different. Is that what I have to look forward to? To live every day trying to disprove someone else’s lies? Why am I never enough?
But then again, he was not sure she was so different from him. She had always accused him of holding back that little part of himself, and he probably had. He had learned the hard way that letting down your guards too far will get you knocked on your ass. However, he had also learned that giving in and letting go of someone without a fight was not always the right way to go. He knew what it felt like to be told day in day out that the person you love only is using you. He also had come to understand that once planted, those damn doubts were very difficult to uproot. Could he really blame her for running scared?
He took a deep breath, telling himself to stay calm and to listen to her. His voice and face had remained stoical, not betraying the tumultuous thoughts churning inside.
“Lisa Marie, I swear to you, I am not trying to use you. And it hurts that you would think that- again. Maybe I should not be surprised.”
That stung. It was so rare that he used her full name. She knew that indignant tone, knew he was suddenly very serious, and was not playing anymore. She did not want to head down that familiar road right now. Nothing she could say would convince him she trusted him. And maybe he needed to have that doubt- maybe it was not altogether unproductive to keep him guessing.
“Fuck, Mike, stop it. I don’t want to talk about it anymore. I told you I basically gave her a choice to get out of my house or accept what is going on. And she did. So, why would you grill me about it now? Plus, be happy- you just rubbed her nose into you screwing her little girl again.”
“Is that what you think? That I wanted to rub her nose into us having sex?”
“I don’t know what to think. You weren’t exactly subtle out there.”
“You didn’t seem to mind.”
“You know I don’t give a flying fuck who knows about us.”
She was getting upset now. Other memories of him using her as a prop to get a message out popped into her head. Old anger from the MTV kiss flooded back in.
“And I just proved that I don’t, either. Isn’t that what you wanted?”
“What I wanted? Michael, you are such an idiot sometimes.”
He turned away from her, looking out the window.
Why the hell did she have to be such a bitch?
She let him stew for a little while, chewing on her cheek. Finally, she had enough.
“Michael, look at me, please. Turning away won’t work tonight.”
He kept quiet.
She reached out and lightly slapped him across the shoulder.
“Michael, cut it out. You are such a child.”
He shrugged her hand off.
She slapped his back harder.
“Michael, what I want is your attention. That’s all I have ever wanted. I don’t care what other people know or see. I want you to…”
He turned around and caught her hand, just holding it, glaring at her. Lisa thought she saw his eyes looked like he was fighting tears. Oh great, he was feeling sorry for himself. She raised her other hand to take a swat at him, and he caught that too.
“Let go of me, damn it.”
“Then stop hitting me, you spoiled brat.”
She struggled, trying to get away from his grasp.
“Michael, let go, you are hurting me.”
“Stop it, Lisa, you are hurting yourself.”
He pinned her hands behind her while bending over her, forcing her to recline on the seat. She continued to struggle against him, trying to get him to budge.
His face approached and she noticed that her anger started to become tinged with arousal as he just held her and used his body weight to pin her under him. His fedora had fallen off and his soft curls tickled her cheek. He drove her absolutely crazy. In more ways than one…
She ceased her movement and they stared at each other, panting now.
“Bully!” she hissed out at him, her eyes shooting sparks.
“Bitch!” he whispered back, his eyes leaving hers and concentrating on her mouth.
Lisa bucked up against him once more, and he moved his leg over her’ to further immobilize her.
“Will you just hold still? I’m not trying to hurt you.” He was so close she could feel his breath on her. Her anger was still red hot, but so was the need to feel his mouth on her, to inhale his breath once again. Lisa noticed his erection straining against her leg, knowing he was not immune to their contact.
“Aren’t you, Mike?” her voice was husky and barely audible.
“Ask for it, Lisa, like a good girl. I’ll make it all better.”
Damn it! How did he always know? And how was she never able to resist?
She shook her head, averting her face, fighting the urge, fighting the kiss, and fighting the battle she desperately needed to lose. He kissed her cheek and placed little kisses along her jaw line, before placing little nips on her neck, sending stabs of pleasure through her.
“Michael, please.”
“Uhum?” He kissed his way back to the corner of her mouth as she slightly turned her head back into him.
“Fuck it! Kiss me, Michael...please.”
“Because?” His tongue darted out and licked her bottom lip.
She swallowed hard, feeling his erection throb against her as her panties once again became flooded.
“Because I need you to- and because I’m sorry.”
“You should be. And you will be so sorry, baby- you are in for it.”
In a surprising move he sat back up, pulling her up and into him. Lisa opened her mouth to gasp in slight pain, but he had let go of her wrists and now held her head in both hands, attacking her mouth greedily. His tongue was met by hers and her hands pulled his head closer to her, needing to feel him, needing to never let him go.
He kissed her until she was breathless, then kissed her some more, taking his time, making love to her mouth slowly and with care. Once again, she was becoming incoherent, dazed by the feeling of him against her, his tongue caressing her, his scent, and his heat. Time stood still.
As did the car.
“Mike, the car stopped. Where are we?”
He pulled away and looked out.
“Oh, good, we are here. Lets’ cool off-let’s go to the beach.”
He started to take off his shoes and socks, before opening the door, letting the fresh ocean air provide a much needed cool down.
17
“My, aren’t you just full of surprises today. Tell me again why are we going to the beach?”
Lisa did not move and watched Michael take off his shoes off and roll up his pants. She was torn between being annoyed about him making all the decisions for this night and feeling thrilled that he obviously had invested so much thought into their date. He was still bent over, providing a spectacular view of his tight ass, which might have completely distracted her had he not then turned his head and flashed her one of those smiles that somehow managed to melt steel. With that, it was no more contest: exhilaration won out easily. Which by no means compelled her to share her emotions or make this easy on him by being cooperative.
Michael had straightened out and held out his hand to her.
“Come on, Lise, let’s go. How about a walk? You know you want to- I know you love the beach.”
True. It was very difficult to play games with someone who knew you inside and out. Plus, when had she ever been able to resist the smile that seemed to brighten not only his face but her whole being? Still, she gave being obstinate one more fair shot.
“Michael, I’m not dressed for the beach. You might have mentioned your plans to me, you know. You just go on and run every show without letting anyone in on what you have in mind. I really don’t want to mess up my shoes.”
Michael chose to ignore her objections by rolling his eyes, putting his index finger up to his temple, and tilting his head, looking like he was pondering a difficult problem. He was such a goof ball.
“I know, we’ll take them off!” He beamed at her, obviously proud of the flash of genius.
“Ah….and the stockings?” She now was smiling as well.
Lisa noticed the mischievous glint in his eyes as he approached the open car door, bending down toward her, kissing her lightly.
“Well, I don’t know….that’s a problem.” His mouth travelled to her neck, while his hands touched her knees with the faintest contact. His lips left her warm skin, but his hands continued to gently journey from her leg down her calf to her ankle. He took her shoe off and tenderly rubbed her foot. Lisa swallowed hard. Michael turned his attention to her other leg. Again, his gently strokes caressed her leg before he helped her get rid of her shoe. Always aiming to be fair and equitable, he ensured this foot was as also well massaged.
Michael looked up at her, long tendrils of his hair partially obstructing his bright eyes, but not taking away from the small, cheeky grin on his lips.
“Better?” His voice had deepened again, and she found herself feeling breathless.
“Well, we solved the shoe problem.”
“And by ‘we’ you mean genius me, right?”
“Yes, dear. You are amazing.”
What was amazing was how his touch once again had ignited small fires all over her skin, kindling the blaze only he could extinguish. Even though tonight he seemed more intent on setting fires than putting them out.
Michael was concentrating on letting his magical hands glide up her leg again, passing her ankle, massaging her calf, gently drawing small circles on her kneecap, letting one hand take the route of her outer thigh while the other, in very soft contact ascended on her inner thigh, pushing her dress up ever so slightly.
“Michael, stop it, the driver will see.” Lisa whispered and was not sure if her hoarse tone was due to her attempts of being inconspicuous or her suddenly dry throat.
“He went to make some phone calls.”
“How convenient.”
“Isn’t it?”
His hands found the top of her stocking and he undid the clasp of her garter. It occurred to Lisa that Michael’s skills of managing lingerie seemed to have only increased over the years. He started rolling the silky barrier toward her foot ever so gently, before taking it off. Still holding on to her foot, he bent forward and placed soft kisses and nibbles on the inside of her knee, causing her head to fall back and her eyes to close. At this rate they would never make it to the beach. She was getting ready to lay his ass out next to this car any second, just having her way with him.
Michael proceeded to take her other stocking off using the same slow, torturous method. This time, after he removed the garment, his hands crept under her dress one more time, seeking what more damage it could cause. Leaning into the car further, he starting to kiss her, bite her lips, sucking them into his hot mouth, while his hands found the sensitive, hot skin close to her center. Lisa felt the tingling increase, she knew she was wet yet again, and a second later, Michael touched the evidence of his handiwork. He moaned and the sound joined her sigh, travelling into the cool air, being carried away and drowned out by the rolling crash of the nearby surf.
“Baby, you feel so good. You are so hot, so ready for me again, aren’t you?”
His blistering breath touched her ears, glided along her neck as he showered her with more kisses.
A finger gently traced the outside of her thong, teasing her, forcing her to admit that her body reacted with force to him whenever he decided to wield his magic.
“Michael…” His name became a question and a request.
“What? How much do you want me?”
She just sighed against him, pulling his face back to her, having to feel his lips on her.
As his tongue traced her mouth, a finger slipped past the barrier again, teasing the pouting, wet lips in her lower regions. Lisa scooted down in the seat, granting him better access, as Michael sat down on the floorboard of the truck, his back shielding her from outside view.
“Say it. Tell me that I drive you crazy.”
“Hell, Michael, you know you do, you drive me absolutely nuts.”
“Tell me that no one else can make you feel this way.”
“Only, you, baby; only you…” She was lost to him, and at this point had forsaken all attempts at playing any kind of games.
His comment rewarded her. “Scoot down a bit more, baby, I want to have some desert.”
Lisa complied without thinking, granting him better access yet be spreading her legs further. The cool spring air hit the heated flesh of her legs and intensified the thrilling sensations racing through her. All worries about someone spying their passion had vanished, and all she could think about was his touch and the anticipation of his tongue. Michael pushed her thong to the side and traced her wetness once again. He bent forward and Lisa held her breath. His lips found the sensitized skin on her thighs, and he started designing a highway of kisses and gentle bites with the destination of her beckoning flower that glistened with dew caused by her intense craving for him.
Michael was reminded that her desire for him was a heady aphrodisiac. Her reaction never failed to astound, amaze, and arouse him. And she had never been shy about letting him know just how much she enjoyed him. He hated that Lisa had been touched by other men, and it had become his constant goal to make her forget she had ever known anyone else. He wanted to ensure he branded her with every kiss, every bite, every touch, erasing any memory of anyone else. His hands spread her thighs even more, his touch strong now, grabbing her soft flesh. His mouth was so close to her well, and he blew a soft breath on her, watching goose bumps race over her as her hip came off the seat slightly.
“Michael, please…”
“That’s right. Beg me, Lisa. Tell me how much you need my tongue in your pussy.”
“Michael, please, please, eat my pussy! I am going crazy here, I need to feel you.” Her plea was a soft whisper, causing his penis to once again threaten to break free.
Michael’s mouth descended on her, his tongue strongly licking upward in three strokes, before he broke away again. Her head had fallen back and rolled against the side of the car in ecstasy. Her hands rested on his head, urging him closer to her. He resisted, his tongue darting out instead, gently circling her clit, which presented itself to him like a shining pearl. One hand rested on her belly, and he felt her muscles fluttering and contracting in snakelike ripples. He blew on the sensitive bud one more time, causing a moan and increased pressure on his head.
The hand holding her thong to the side spread her open for him now, his fingers not being able to resist dipping into her love canal as he longed to feel her tightening inner movements. He stopped the gentle torture and let his mouth envelop her clit, sucking it into his mouth, surrounding it with his tongue, rubbing against it, as her hips went crazy, gyrating against him. Her moans were alternating with little gasps and sighs.
“Oh my God, …oh Michael….oh baby…oh shit…” Her deep voice drove him on even more. He granted her clit a small reprieve when his tongue replaced his finger inside her, stabbing at her dripping hole, feeling the juices pour from here even more, as her muscles tried to clench and grab him. He switched it up one more time, knowing she was very close now.
Lisa was becoming incoherent. His mouth and fingers drove her insane: the tingling, the fire in her clit, the drag of his tongue, the cool air that every now and then assaulted her, alternating with his scalding breath …she was racing toward sensory overload. His velvet tongue that had just seconds before fucked her with fervor, now flicked at her exposed clit. Two fingers stretched and entered her, he started moving them in slow circular motion at the exact same time as he once again sucked and nibbled her clit. Her climax had been building fast and furiously, like dark clouds on a hot and humid August day. No doubt, the resulting storm would be just as violent. Finally, the floodgates broke, lightening flashed, and the force of her peak assaulted her with its fervor. Stunned by the impact, Lisa’s hips shot off the seat, while Michael’s hand kept her abs pushed down. She screamed out and tried to contain the noise by biting the back of her hand, but as he continued to suck and stroke her with his tongue she could not contain several load moans as a second and third wave threatened to drown out whatever sanity remained.
Finally, Michael let up the pressure and instead gently kissed and licked her still convulsing pussy. Her movements gentled, and her screams transformed into weak sighs. He put her thong back in place and gently lowered her dress before lifting himself all the way into the car, coming down beside her in the seat. Her face was flushed, her eyes glossy when she finally opened them again. He kissed her and she tasted her honey on his lips. He pulled her close and held her for several moments.
“See? I don’t leave you hanging all the time…”
“No, you sure don’t, thank you for that.”
“No, you sure don’t, thank you for that.”
“You are noisy, princess. I bet my driver heard all that.”
She slapped him lightly across the shoulder, laughing.
“Well, if he is shocked, it is entirely your fault. Did I ask you to eat me like that?”
“Ahhh….as a matter of fact, you did.” That sly smile again.
“Ahhh….as a matter of fact, you did.” That sly smile again.
“All you were supposed to do was help me with my shoes.”
“And I did. I even threw in a bonus- and helped you out of your stockings. By the way, my feet are getting cold, let’s walk.”
“Give me a second so my legs stop trembling. By the way, Michael, you really need to shave.”
18
The moon shone down on the couple walking hand in hand, skirting the foaming waves kissing the golden sand. The beach was not very crowded on the cool February night, and Michael felt that for once, he might actually blend in with other beach goers. He initially had planned on wearing his fedora, but his plan was thwarted by the breeze. Since he did not feel like actually experiencing the frigid Pacific waters, he grudgingly had agreed to leave the hat behind.
The cool air served to cool the lovers down- and Michael finally felt his hard on subside to bearable pain levels. He reached down and adjusted himself, hoping that Lisa would for once not pay attention. No such luck:
“If you need someone to touch that monster, I would be happy to do it for you, Jackson.”
“Do you see everything?”
“Hey, I get jealous when Mike Junior gets handled by someone other than me.”
He giggled.
“Do you, now? And why do you call it ‘Mike Junior?’”
She grinned, “No reason.”
“Is that what girls do? They name their guys’ penises?”
“Well, this girl does. “
Had he said he was her “guy?” Lisa could not suppress the joyful feeling accompanying those words.
Michael, in the meant time was tempted to ask if naming penises was a habit she extended to her other lovers as well. The thought, once again put him in a sour mood. It annoyed him to know she was still seeing other men. They were not officially a couple, but they were seeing each other on a pretty regular basis, and each instance involved mind blowing sex. So, why did she still need to date other men? Next, Michael became angry at himself for being annoyed. He knew and understood he was married- and not to Lisa. So, really, Lisa could do whatever she pleased and fuck whoever she saw fit. But really, as long as she came running back to him, why could she not just stay away from other guys?
They walked in silence for a while. Michael stopped and let go of Lisa’s hand, turning toward the ocean, gazing upward at the stars which had started to appear through the haze of clouds.
Lisa felt the quality of his reticence changing from relaxed to withholding.
She stepped up behind him, seeking the heat of his body, resting her head on his back as her arms circled his slender waist.
“Michael, what’s wrong?”
He shook his head.
“Stop bullshitting. You were fine a moment ago, what happened?”
“I don’t know…”
Well, this was progress. At least he had answered her. Memories of so many other times when he had chosen to just ignore her pleas to talk to her, to include her in his secret thoughts, to invite her into his world came rushing in. Lisa reminded herself to not react to the past, but to deal with the present.
“What did I say, Michael? If you don’t tell me, I can’t make it better.”
“I did not ask you to make it better.”
“No, you didn’t. You won’t ask me for anything but to fuck you whenever you feel like it.”
“Not like you cared much for the things I asked you for before.” He mumbled under his breath.
“That is not fair, Michael. Don’t start that again. You know what happened.”
He shook his head once more. His mind could not go there. Some things were too painful to relive.
“Why can’t you just let me love you?” Lisa’s spoke the words very quietly, but the question rang loudly in his mind.
“Do you? Lisa, do you love me? Do you love only me?”
He turned to look at her. She allowed his body enough space to make the turn, but refused to remove her arms from around him, keeping him in her embrace. How could he ask her that? He was everything to her. She had never felt this wealth of emotions, both amazingly wonderful and astonishingly ugly and destructive for any other man. At times, it was easy to forget how fragile and insecure he could be. He knew he could make thousands of people swoon with the bat of an eyelash, yet he managed to doubt her immense love for him.
Yes, she had been with other guys since splitting from him. And she suspected he also had not been a monk. She was fairly sure he had not gotten it on with Debbie, but she was realistic enough to know that Michael liked sex and had needs. If you ooze sensuality and had offers thrown at you 24/7, all you had to do was pick. She remembered a time she had met him after a concert in Denmark and had discovered suspicious marks on his shoulder. Of course, there was the issue of confidentiality and crazy women running their mouths, bragging to have gotten into Michael Jackson’s gold pants, so he must have been very stealthy and selective. Still, Lisa knew just how stealthy Michael managed to be when he had put his mind to something. They had dated for months, evading any attention, even were able to get married in relative secrecy, keeping their wedding a secret for months.
So, while Lisa had been sexually active, trying her best to rid her mind and her body of memories of Michael, she had never been successful in her endeavors. Her love for him had become an intricate part of her being. In the past, she had considered it a horrible cancer that would rob her of her life, but in the meantime she had accepted it as a gift. More than anything else, she longed to share this gift with him to present her love to him and have him accept it, shelter it, and nourish it as he once had.
“Michael, I have never, and will never love anyone like I love you. See those stars? They are eternal- they are around even when it is day. You do not see them for 12 hours, but you better believe they are out there, and they will shine again in their time. They are like my love for you- eternal.”
His expression softened, his eyes became gentle and loving. Did she see sheen of tears or was it just the night lights reflecting in those dark pools?
“What have you been reading?” His hand caressed her cheek before he tilted her chin up to him.
“Why, are you envious you cannot be as poetic as I can?”
His head lowered and he placed little kisses on her forehead, her nose, and then her lips.
“Yes, Lisa. I wish I could wax poetic like that. All I can do is to tell you rock my world and that I just can’t stop loving you.”
She laughed, and then returned the chaste contact.
“Let me know when you need lessons. I can give you a discount.”
Michael pulled away from her, laughing.
“I will show you about lessons. Hey, look- let’s go over there, we can sit down for a bit.”
Michael reached for her hand and started to pull her with him, heading toward a sheltered area.
He jogged through the sand, causing Lisa to stumble along, laughing, once again marveling at his ability to change moods like a chameleon changes colors.
Arriving at the designated spot, Michael sank down, pulling Lisa with him. She shrieked, “Michael! We will get sand everywhere!” She was trying to catch her breath from running and laughing.
He ignored her, just pulling her close to him.
“So? I guess that means we have to freshen up at the condo.”
“The condo? Isn’t it getting kind of late?”
“Well, I thought you were all for coming up and staying for a while. Are you chickening out?”
“Am I chickening out of what? Are you daring me?”
“Would I do that? If you are all tuckered out, I understand.”
“Oh, no, this sounds like you are the one trying to bow out.”
He was laughing now, obviously enjoying their little interchange.
“Princess, you have no idea how refreshed and newly energized I am. I got a little snack remember?” He winked at her in his funny, ‘more blinking than winking’ kind of way.
“Plus, I still have to help you try out your new toy.”
“Why would you help try it out, Michael? It seems like it is designed for solitary play.”
“Hey, it is not nice to hog toys. Did your mother not teach you to share…Oh, sorry, never mind, I guess she didn’t.”
Lisa laughed out loud into the night again.
“How would someone who is selfish know how to share? You live in a fantasy world, Michael.”
“Well, I used to think there had to be good in everyone. But now I know there are some exceptions.”
Like her mother, his father, and some other select so called friends and family members.
“Still, I guess I have to put up with it. She is my mother, and she only has me.”
She only had Lisa and legions of lawyers whose job description seemed to be to keep Elvis’ unruly daughter in line- and away from the man Priscilla considered the number one threat to her daughter’s sanity and the family business.
Michael looked up at the stars again. He loved to lay in quiet on a beach, just staring up at the twinkling points of light. Lisa was right; they were eternal- well, unit they died. But then, there were always so many surrounding them that it seemed impossible to miss just one. As Lisa said, just because you did not see them all the time did not mean they were not there. Kind of like his love for her- he might try to block it out, pretend that all they had was a sexual connection, but really, just like the myriad of stars, his feelings for her were not just formed of one element, but formed a complicated, intricate entity that surrounded him at all times. Maybe he would never be able to completely trust her again, to share every aspect of his life with her, but his love for her seemed solidified and would probably always be a huge part of him. He might have succeeded in cutting other people out of his life and out of his heart, but for some reason he kept being pulled back into her gravitational field. Maybe it was time to fight the fact that she would be a part of him until the day he died.
“Have you ever thought about just cutting her out?” He spoke the words he had thought so many times all to himself. If Lisa could only break away from Priscilla. It could be done, he knew it was possible. If she really wanted to, it could be done.
“Out of what? Family pictures?” Lisa had leaned against him, snuggling up to him as close as she could, her legs curled under her, her head on his shoulder, his arm around her sheltering her from the chilly breeze.
“You know. It’s not like I let me father hurt me anymore. I love him, but I learned that he has to stay away. I could not let him get to me or that constant pull and push would have torn me apart. I know he loves me, but his love is really poisonous for me. Maybe it’s time you put some distance between you and your mother in the same way.”
It sounded so good. Lisa knew that Michael was probably right. As long as she let Priscilla interfere in her life she would try to mess things up for her. On the other hand, she was the only parent she had left. And she was Priscilla’s only child. Plus, Priscilla loved and adored Riley and Ben. Wouldn’t cutting her mother out of her life also mean cutting her out of her children’s? Was that fair?
“I don’t know, Michael. What about Riley and Ben? She adores them.”
“Yeah, she also adores you. And yet she can’t stand to let you be happy.”
“It’s not that she doesn’t want me to be happy. It’s just that she thinks she knows what makes me happy. And who or what doesn’t.”
“Like me.”
“Yeah, like you.”
“Would you do if for me? If we were together again, would you leave her behind? Would you take the kids and come with me, away from her?”
She looked up at him, attempting to read his face which he kept a neutral, inscrutable canvas.
“Are you saying we will be together again? Like what? Like being married?”
“I am married.”
“No shit, Mike.”
The hopes that had started to take flight like beautiful captured bird came crashing down, going up in plumes of smoke. Lisa wanted to kick herself for being roped into asking that stupid question. Michael, on the other hand was wondering where his words had come from. What possessed him to talk about marriage? Did he not remember where a similar question had led last time?
They sat in silence for a long time, each lost in their own thoughts. Each afraid to show their hand, to accept the stakes.
He kissed her head.
“You know, it won’t work. If we do it the same way, it wouldn’t work. She would find a way to get in, she would make it her mission to destroy everything again.”
“Michael, it was not just her.”
“No, it was not just her, but don’t underestimate her.”
“I just don’t understand what you are saying…”
“Let’s move away from here, Lisa. We can take the kids and go anywhere. We just need to keep others away from us, and we will be fine.”
“And by ‘others’ you mean my mother.”
“Not just her- my family, too. Well, most of my family.”
“What about other people? What about people you chose to surround yourselves with? What about your friends that you chose to go on trip with and expose yourself to scrutiny over and over again? Or am I the only one who will be asked to make sacrifices?”
“I would never ask you to make any sacrifices.” His defenses went up again. If she was not ready to make changes, why did she seem to expect they could have another chance?
“No, you don’t ask, you just expect.”
“All I am saying is that your mother will never stand to see us to have a family.”
“A family, Michael? Are we back to the family talk?”
“I meant us, your children, and my children,” he replied in a sulking tone.
He left it unsaid that he no longer was referring to children they would have together. By the way, he finally remembered he had meant to ask her something important.
“Are you on birth control?”
Lisa’s head jerked around, her eyes widening in surprise at the unexpected question. Why would he ask that now? He had not really addressed birth control in a while.
“Why?”
“Well, I was wondering.”
“What if I became pregnant, Michael, would you care?”
He could not count the times he had asked himself the very same question. He had never used condoms with her, and she had not asked him to, making him wonder if she was still on the pill.
He knew she had hopes of getting back together and had at some point even hinted that she was not opposed to having more babies. Would she do that? Would she try to become pregnant to ensure their common future?
“You know I love babies.”
He chose to keep his answer noncommittal. This sounded pretty safe.
She lowered her eyes.
“Well, you have nothing to worry about. No babies for us.”
Michael thought that this was for the best and tried his best to ignore the disappointment trying to rise. It was probably just a bad habit.
“Michael, I am getting really chilly. Do you mind if we head back?”
The change of subject was welcome to both.
Michael rose and pulled her up with him. She stumbled into him and he closed his arms around her. She thought he would let her go as soon as her legs stabilized, but instead he kept her close to him. She looked up at him, and for a second they gazed at each other before Michael lowered his head and started to kiss her. The kiss deepened and Lisa sighed into him, opening her lips, granting his tongue the entrance he sought.
He broke contact after their breaths had quickened.
“Warmer?”
“Yeah, - the only problem is, now I need to cool off.”
He sighed.
“You are just never happy, are you, lady? Ok, fine, let’s go cool you off. I hear cold glass is a wonderful remedy for feeling hot.”
He reached for her hand and headed back to the car.
“Speaking of: you still have not told me how my little birthday present was created.”
He laughed sheepishly. “Do you really want to know?”
“Well, since it is very close to something else I know, I assume it modeled very closely after the original.”
“So, you have firsthand knowledge of how close it is to the real thing?”
“Maybe…” She winked at him, blushing slightly.
“Holy shit, Lise! I really want to see you use it. Will you let me? Can I watch?”
A shiver raked through her at the thought, and she sped up her pace.
“Lisa stop running, you will make us fall.”
“Shit, Michael, I have a show to get to. You better tell that driver to find a short cut!”
He laughed. He intended to do just that.
(to be continued)
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