FATEFUL ENCOUNTERS- CHAPTERS 9-11

9)

“Michael! Watch your back!”  Lisa laughed as he carried her to the bedroom while completing one of two twirls on the way there.

“Don’t worry; I feel no pain right now.” He kissed her smiling lips before unceremoniously tossing her onto her king size bed.  Michael followed and pulled the covers up over them.  He let himself drop back into the pillows, and Lisa snuggled up close, placing her head right over his heart, one arm draped over his chest. Michael’s hand played with her wet hair and at times he lazily let his fingers caress the smooth skin of her back.  He started to feel drowsy and realized just how much he missed sleeping next to her.  It seemed they had been apart so much during their marriage, but he interestingly had no problems battling his insomnia on the rare occasions they did share the same house- and the same bed- for a whole night.  After all, why would he try to sleep when he was busy making love to his insatiable wife most of the night? Usually, he was so exhausted when they finally did give it a rest, sleep was not a problem.

“Are you staying?” Lisa Marie asked in a small, insecure voice.  Even though she wanted nothing more than to feel him close all night she realized that pushing too hard would push him right out the door again.

“I don’t know…I probably should head home. Shoot, my clothes!  You ruined my clothes!” He tugged her head back by her hair playfully and she laughed at the mock shocked expression on his face.

“That was your own fault!  You broke into my house.”

“I did not. I borrowed a key. Plus, do you make a habit out of pulling men breaking into your house into the shower? Maybe you should think about getting a better security system.”

“The security system doesn’t work when someone knows the code. Plus, what is wrong with pulling those bad intruders into the water?  And what’s the harm- especially when they have a body like yours?”

Michael’s brow furrowed. He did not know how he felt about the last comment.  Was she saying that if someone had a body she liked that she would just jump him?  Well, he might be married to someone else, but it still drove him crazy to think of her with other men.  And it was not like he was sleeping with Debbie.  That thought brought back memories of his earlier talk with his wife, and anxiety started to invade the peaceful fog his mind had been shrouded in.

Lisa felt Michael’s body tense and wondered what was going on behind that beautiful face.  His mood could change from light and playful to serious and dark faster than a hummingbird could bat a wing.  She turned her head slightly and started to place soft kisses on his chest, trying to divert his mind back to her.  Her mouth found his nipple, which instantly hardened.  His hand in her hair relaxed and she heard him exhale deeply.  Smiling inwardly she gently licked the tightened tip, before moving up and over to make sure his other nipple was also serviced.  At the same time, her hand slid in gently circles over his tight abs, enjoying the feeling of his warm muscles under her.

“Lisa, baby.  Don’t start.  I have to get going.”

“I’ll get you going, Michael, don’t worry.”

“Yeah, I know, that’s the problem.”

“I really don’t see the problem here.” She gently bit his nipple, then licked it like a little cat. The hand on his abs started to approach the edge of the sheet resting over his hip.

“Baby, I need to go home.” His inactivity betrayed his words, as he did not move a muscle, enjoying her teasing too much.

“What’s so urgent, Michael? You nanny is there.  Your clothes are wet. Oops, we do seem to have an urgent situation right here…seems there’s a snake lose” Her hand had found his penis which had started to jump to life and grow once more. She lifted herself on her elbow and let her soft lips wander from his nipple toward his belly button.  She gently kissed it before her tongue went on an exploratory mission, moving in circles around the sensitive skin.

He shook his head as he felt heat and pleasure building once again.  He really needed to stop her before he got too comfortable and ended up staying the night.  She tended to misinterpret their encounters and might get the wrong idea that he was about to move in or something.

For the second time today, he received unexpected help from his phone which he had placed on the nightstand before entering Lisa’s bathroom earlier.  He reached over as Lisa continue to play with him, holding him now with a stronger grip, sliding her hand up and down his shaft in a slow, torturous way, gently stoking the now wet, sensitive head with her thumb.

“Yeah…hello?”  He hoped whoever it was did not notice his breathing was slightly labored.

“Michael, it’s Debbie.”

Shit, how did he get into these situations? He was in bed with his ex-wife who seemed intent on getting him off and had his current wife, who only hours earlier told him she wanted to have sex with him on the phone.  Life just got really strange at times.  Lisa looked up at him and raised an eyebrow in question.  He shrugged his shoulders.

“Debbie?” He managed to breath out her name.

Lisa rolled her eyes in exasperation and lowered her head toward his penis.  Oh no, surely she was not going to go down on him now?  He should have known better.  Her tongue traced him from the bottom of his shaft to the tip and his head fell back onto the pillow, his hand gripping the phone.  He really had to stop her.  If only her mouth did not feel so good.

He tried to clear his throat. “What’s up?” The question came out slightly squeakier than intended.

Lisa whispered, “Yeah, what indeed?” before taking all of him into her mouth.  He closed his eyes. This was so wrong- but felt so completely right. His hand came to rest on top of her head- just so he could pull her off in case things got out of hands. 

“Michael, are you ok?  You sound out of breath. Anyway, I got a bit worried when I woke up to get some milk and found out you were still gone.”

How in the world had she found out he was still gone?  She would not have come to his bedroom, would she? He did not like the idea of Debbie sneaking in on him one tiny bit.

Lisa now used her hand to pump him while she continued to slide her mouth up and down, caressing him with her tongue while her mouth kept applying incredible pressure.  His hip came to life and started to move against her. His hand tightened in her hair- as he seemed to forget about his plan to pull her off and instead kept her tightly latched on.

“Ah…uhm…I’m a bit busy right now. But I’m fine.”  He hoped his voice sounded normal even as he knew it was not.

Lisa made a guttural laughing sound that reverberated on his penis, sending him dangerously close to climax.  She pulled her mouth back now and concentrated on his head, sucking and licking the precum from it, circling it with her tongue, gently inserting it into the small opening before swallowing him again.  He could not suppress a moan this time and his hips shot forward making her almost gag at his size.  Still, she was undeterred and obviously on a mission to totally mess him up.  He would so get her back for this later.

“Ok, that’s good.  I am glad you are taken care of. Are you coming home soon?”

He started to feel dizzy, saw white and red dots appear behind his closed eyelids, as the pressure in his balls became almost unbearable.  He was taken care of, alright.

“Yeah, I’m almost there.”

Lisa paused. Why was she stopping now? He opened his eyes and saw her looking at him with a devilish grin, her lips red, swollen, and wet.  “I know you are, baby. Want me to finish you?”

His mouth formed a “Fuck ,yeah!” before he bit his lip to make sure the words were not spoken aloud. He would never curse at Debbie like that.  But Lisa had a way of making him forget his principles. She winked before once again descending on him.

“Michael did you say something. You sound really strange. So, should I wait up for you?  We never got to finish our conversation.”

He was really not thinking about finishing anything with Debbie right now.  All his feelings and thoughts centered on Lisa’s mouth, hand, and tongue. His hand held her head in place now as he fucked her mouth hard.

“No I’m fine. I’ll be home soon. Ok, Debbie, I gotta go.  Later.”

He closed his phone just in time.  The pressure was unbearable, his balls were drawn up tightly, and the heat of her mouth sent shockwaves through him.  His hip moved up sharply, and when he hit her throat and he felt her tighten around him one more time, he lost it, erupted with force, as his cum shot into her mouth. 

“Fuck, yeah, oh baby…!” His scream was followed by a low growl as he felt her sucking him dry, taking it all, while her free hand gently continued to massage his testes.  It felt like the spasms went on forever, his orgasm prolonged by her administrations.  Finally, she moved her mouth and licked the length of him clean, then looked up at him with satisfaction in her eyes and a smile playing around her lips. 

“So, what did Debbie want? We know she cannot do this for you.” She could not help the last, slightly testy comment. 

His head had dropped back, he tried to find his voice, tried to control his breath.

“You are evil.”

“Complaints?”

“Yeah, I still don’t have dry clothes. I need to go.”

“Michael! You can’t go, I need you to help me with something first.”  She had moved up on him and he felt her wet center rubbing against his thigh.

He rolled from under her, smacking that adorable behind as he leapt out of bed.

“Sorry, girl. You’re on your own.  I have to go. You could always use that present I got you.” It was his turn to wink at her.   She looked none too pleased and had a pout on her face.

“You are going home to Debbie?  Are you serious? I was good enough to fuck and suck you off, now you are leaving?”

“Lisa Marie, please don’t talk like that.  You know how I feel about you, and I do not want to leave.  But I have to get home.  She came over earlier and is spending the night.  I don’t want her roaming around the house.”

“She probably is lying in your bed right now, getting happy.”

He giggled. “Lisa, don’t even joke. That is so gross.”

She rolled her eyes.  “You know the bitch wants you, Mike. Don’t even pretend she just wants you as her friendly sperm donor.”

“I am starting to get that message all over the place today.”

“What do you mean?”

“She told me earlier she wanted to have marital relations with me.” He whispered the “marital relations” part like it was a secret –or a really bad word.

An eye brow rose. “As in, she wants you to fuck her?”

“Lisa! That mouth! Yeah, I guess.” He had started to look through her closet and her drawers.  He knew he had clothes here somewhere.  This was not the first time he was in need of a new outfit after visiting.  He liked to be prepared. He found some slacks and a shirt that did not match, but they would do. Plus he also had his jacket that he wisely had taken off with his shoes and socks before discovering her in the shower.

“I need to bring some clothes that match.”

Lisa laughed. “Yeah….we know you matching everything you wear is a top priority. What happened? Are all the red shirts and black pants in the laundry?”

“It’s not nice to make fun of me.”

“It’s not nice to cum and run. What am I? Your dirty little secret?”

He laughed and just shook his head.

“No, silly, everyone knows we were married. Look, I promised I’d see you on your birthday and I did.  Now I promise I will take you out.  How about that?”

“In public?”

“Yes, in public. And if we get hounded by paparazzi the whole time, it will be your fault.”

He put on his shoes and bent toward her to place a lingering kiss on her still swollen lips.  He opened his mouth and found her tongue and enjoying the gentle play for several tender minutes. She was the one breaking the kiss, pushing him back slightly.

“Get your ass out of here, Jackson.  I have a birthday present to play with.”

 

10)

Michael quietly entered the Neverland main house and realized with great relief that Debbie was nowhere to be seen- or at least she had not been hiding behind the door, torturing him with questions.  Maybe she was not such a bad wife after all, he mused to himself.  Lisa would have bombarded him with curses and flying objects had he come home at almost 4 am without her knowing his whereabouts.  Actually, with Lisa, he would not have snuck back into the house physically exhausted and close to dehydration after a night of crazy sex with someone else. 

He made it to his bedroom suite and jotted down some notes for the arrangements he had in mind for his date with Lisa.  This was after to be a public date- according to his promise.  Since he did not like surprises, he wanted to have every detail planned out.  He was not entirely sure why he made this commitment; maybe it was her vulnerable and almost scared expression when she realized he was actually leaving her bed tonight.  Michael frowned.  He knew he could not afford to once again lower his guard around her, not matter how much he loved her.  At one point, he had trusted her with everything he had, had believed her promises, had taken her at face value.  He could still recall feeling stunned and horrified after learning she had taken birth control pills during their marriage to avoid having his baby.

Their argument after he confronted her was emotionally destructive.  He hated confrontation under the best of circumstances, and that fight stood out in his memory as probably the low point of their marriage.  Lisa had tried to justify her betrayal by telling him she wanted his baby, just not right away.  She had used Riley and Ben as excuses, which made zero sense to him since he would have thought she would have wanted to give them a little brother or sister. Plus, almost two years after they had started making love was hardly “right away.”

Michael shook his head, pushing the unsettling memories back to the dark recesses of his mind. He rose from his desk, heading upstairs to his bed, his body feeling exhausted and sated.  He had to smile, remembering Lisa’s comments about Debbie probably being in his bed, getting off.  He peeked around the corner just to make sure her suspicions were unfounded. His bed was empty. YES!

“Michael- was that you?”

Dammit!  Talk about jinxing it! She must have waited for him after all, ready to pounce. He rolled his eyes and sat down on the bed, burying his head in his hands. If he was really quiet, maybe she would just leave the room and leave him alone.

“Michael, I heard you coming home. Can I come in?”

Do I have a choice?

“Debbie, I am really tired.  Is there anything you need? Is the baby ok?”

“We are fine; I just thought you wanted to know that your son was not.”

Michael jumped up, immediately forgetting his fatigue and raced down the stairs.

“What do you mean? Where is he? Have you called a doctor?”  He had reached her and was about to push past her, heading to Prince’s bedroom.

Debbie reached out and grabbed his sleeve.

“Michael- wait!  He is ok now.  He was upset earlier, but he doesn’t need a doctor.  He had a nightmare and was crying for you. But of course, you were not here. The nanny read him about ten stories, and he finally went back to sleep a couple of hours ago.”

Michael wanted to check in on his son, but Debbie convinced him to let the child sleep, that he was safe. Michael took a deep breath in relief and sank down on the couch. He felt kind of cross with her for making him worry- making it sound like something had been wrong with Prince and making him feel like a horrible father for abandoning his child. 

Debbie let her eyes roam over him.

“Michael- you just got home. You could not possibly have had time to change.  And I know you wore your red shirt when you left- where were you?”

Was she really questioning him now?  What in the world did she think gave her the right to question his whereabouts?

“I was out, I told you.  I had to take care of something.”

Or someone.

Debbie sat down on the loveseat opposite his couch.  He smartly had chosen to sit in the very middle, not giving her enough space to comfortably settle in on either side of him. 

“You sounded out of breath when I called earlier, like you were running, or exercising… Only, isn’t it kind of late?”

“You know I get my exercise at strange hours, Debbie. I was …dancing. I am going to bed now and I suggest you do the same. Good night.”

He rose and approached the stairs.

“You must think I am the stupidest bitch on the face of this Earth, Michael.”

He slowly ascended the first stairs, not dignifying her remark with an answer.  He did not think she was stupid, anyway.  Annoying at times- yes;stupid, no. Maybe if he just ignored her she would go away.

“I know you went to fuck that bitch, didn’t you?”

He stopped in his tracks and turned toward her in one sharp motion, sending his hair flying. 

“Excuse me?”

“You drove all the way over to Hidden Hills to fuck that bitch you once were married to.  I have ears you know. I heard her in the background.  What was she doing? Giving you a blowjob?”

Damn, what a lucky guess. His brow rose.

“I really do not think this is any of your business.  Plus, could you please refrain from cursing, while you carry my child? Thank you- and good night.”

 With that he turned once more and left his angry, red faced wife standing in his living area, staring at him with her mouth agape.

11)

“Hello? ” Lisa Marie absent mindedly answered her cell phone without checking if she knew the number. 
“You need to back the hell away from my husband, you dirty whore.”

Oh God! Not the incubator again.  She had called her in the past, raging at her for trying to mess up the marriage that wasn’t.  As if she had to steal him away- he usually came quite willingly. Lisa tried to keep calm- Michael had in the past been upset at her for goading the little woman.  She had to make sure to not offend Michael’s baby-momma.

“Hi, Mrs. Jackson, what can I do for you on this wonderful afternoon?”  She put a sarcastic emphasis on the last name.

“You can stop spreading you skanky legs for my husband, that’s what you can do for me.”

“I hate to disappoint you, Nursey, but Michael spreads my legs all by himself. Actually, usually, he orders me to do it and I just oblige. So, maybe you need to have this conversation with him.”

So much for not upsetting the Missis. But Lisa felt she had outdone herself by being nice for a full fifteen seconds.

“If you would not follow him around like a bitch in heat, sniffing at his dick, he would stay at home where he belongs.”

“Debbie- watch the language. Your poor baby is holding her ears right now.”

“Don’t worry about my child, you skank.  You just make sure you stop going after a man who does not want you.”

Lisa snorted in a sarcastic laughter. “Yeah, keep dreaming, Debbie.  Must be tough to have your husband fuck around on you with the woman you stole him from in the first place.”

“If you had given him what he really wanted instead of lying your ass off, I would never have stood a chance.  You threw him away- now live with it.”

“Guess what, Deb.  You might have been able to snow him with all that I am your friend bullshit, and you might have gotten his sperm inserted with a turkey baster, but he does not love you.  If he loved you, he would show you: often and in all kind of different ways and positions.  You would feel it for days- believe me. Let me tell you: when Michael tells me he loves me, he is usually buried deep inside of me, and there is no doubt that he means it. So until you can say the same, don’t come crying to me that your little scheme did not work out as perfectly as you had imagined.  And if you don’t stop calling my phone, I will get a protective order against you.”

With that, Lisa hung up. She noticed her hand holding the phone was trembling.  What upset her more than anything was the ease with which Debbie was able to get under her skin.  And what was even more infuriating was that she had totally underestimated the frumpy little nurse and the lengths to which she was willing to go to snare Michael. To top it off, she had made it so easy for Michael’s so called friend to move right in and offer her services. 

At the time, Lisa Marie had thought she had been justified for waiting to have Michael’s baby.  What she now would give to turn back time.  They would be parents by now, making it through the terrible twos and getting ready for the wonderful threes.  Lisa wanted to have that second chance with every fiber of her body.  She knew this time would be different.  They had both grown up.  She felt she was now able to make compromises.  She knew she could put up with his moods, let him have the ample space he needed at times and still be secure that he was coming back to her, and only her. The only problem was that Michael seemed to be in no rush to make any changes.  He had hinted that he wanted to leave Debbie once the new baby was born, but had made no promises.  Lisa knew full well how fast and decisive Michael could act once he had made up his mind. Those discounting his mild manners for weakness had often been surprised by his iron will and focused determination.  Michael got what Michael wanted.   And a little voice inside her told her that he maybe he had not decided to be with her again.  Maybe he could not allow himself to love her like he had before, maybe she had killed his faith with her doubts and her lies. 

She shook her head, trying to unseat her doubts and fears.  No! This time would be different- this time she would not let outsiders like her mother and his entourage of yes-men interfere and whisper doubts and lies into their ears. Had she not already proven that she did not care about what other’s thought?  She had had travelled with him and his family to South Africa, and also had met him at several occasions on his tour. She smiled as she remembered him rushing backstage, sweat dripping from his face, his hair wet, grabbing her by the arm as he hurried to his dressing room, kicking the door shut, whispering “Get in here, now!” in a husky voice.

Usually he had her against the wall and had his tongue inside her hungry mouth before she heard the door slam. She remembered the heat of his body burning her, the feel of his straining penis through those outrageous gold pants branding her.  She could still feel his perfect ass under her hands, as she reached around, bringing his erection even closer to where she needed to feel him most.  It had always amazed her how aroused he was after the show or during his sets.  He was pure, animalistic, sexual prowess, barely contained in the foil like outfit, waiting to be released like a hungry panther.  She needed no foreplay, having already been primed from watching him onstage, knowing what those hips could do when grinding against her, imagining herself in front of him, as he held her ass, pushing into her.  He would just pull down her pants, or hike up her skirt, rip her panties off or push them aside, freeing himself and fuck her hard and hungry against the wall. They both would climax within minutes, their moans and screams drowned out by the continued pounding baselines of the music.  He would kiss her more gently one more time, before hurrying backstage to do a flying costume change, back on stage before she could adjust her clothing fully.  More than once Lisa stumbled out of the dressing room half dazed, feeling knowing eyes follow her. She never cared as her body was still buzzing from having had this man who thousands screamed for just having screwed her brains out. He was her drug and she had just had a powerful fix.

Did she ever feel used?  No, because even those rushed encounters were loving at their core and proof of their deep connection.  Her thoughts drifted to the time she had been upset by an especially friendly fan who just about gave him a blowjob on stage.  They were riding back to the hotel in the SUV; Michael had just reached out, caressing her neck, trying to urge her closer to him, attempting to kiss her. Lisa pushed him away, still jealous he had let the girl so close to him, seemingly could not get enough of the twit rubbing up against him. He eyed her incredulously, his eyes narrowing.

“What? Are you kidding me?” he tried to hold her chin, forcing her to look at him.

“No, why don’t you just call that girl?  I saw her whispering something to you.”

“Yeah, she told me I was the biggest star she had ever met.”

He glanced down toward his lap. The comment earned him a playful slap, and he laughed. He caught her hand, kissed it, then quickly pressed it against his groin, letting her witness just how “big” a star he was.  She glared at him as he bent forward and placed a butterfly kiss on her lips, then moving on to graze her cheek, moving toward ear. He nibbled on her earlobe, his hot breath starting to melt her resolve. Her hand developed a life of its own and started to massage him, making him grow even more.

She heard his rough whisper. “See baby?  Don’t you now this is all for you.” And with that, she forgot all about the girl on stage.

 Several times now, Michael and Lisa had been seen and photographed, walking hand in hand, obviously a couple again, despite the official version of them being old friends. And now, now he had agreed to take her out in public.  She would make it clear to him that she no longer would put up with him hiding their relationship.  If he wanted to continue their sexual association, he had to give her some assurances of a future, had to take the risk to let her into his head and his heart one more time.  If he could not do this, she had to end things.

Only, while Lisa knew all this made perfect sense in her head, she very much doubted her ability to hold to her convictions once he looked at her, touched her, kissed her.  She felt herself shivering with the anticipation just thinking of his hands on her skin, his mouth on her lips, her skin, her breasts… Something was definitely wrong here- she had just enjoyed him hours earlier- how could she want him this much already again. 

The phone rang again.

“I told you not to call me again.”

“No, you did not. As a matter of fact, you seem to get mad if I don’t call you.”

She smiled. Michael- it was so good to hear him.   

“Hey, girl, I miss you.  How do you feel?”

“A bit sore, thank you.”

“Well, I would apologize, only I am not sorry.”

She felt a pleasurable warmth spreading through her as memories from the previous night flashed through her mind.

 “Did you get home ok?”

“I had company- I guess Debbie knew I was with you.”

“Which would explain her call.”

There was a moment of silence.

“What did you tell her?”

What did I tell her? 

“Michael, she called me.  She was pissed and carried on, cursing me out. I did not do anything to her.”

“Did you admit that we …you know…did it?”

“Yes, I told her you had me against the wall in the shower, spanking my ass. Seriously?  What do you take me for?  Anyway, she had it pretty much figured out.  I don’t think she buys that we spent all night playing chess.”

“Lisa! She can’t have proof, ok?  I can’t afford for her to try and get the kids from me.”
“Michael, she has zero interest in your children. Plus, if she is as sweet as you always tell me, she will never separate you from the kids.”

“Well, you don’t need to add fuel to the fire.”

“Did I mention she called me?”

“I know, but she is fishing for things- and I don’t like it.  I talked to my lawyer and he advised I stay away from you – and from rumors about us.”

Lisa had a sinking feeling she knew where this was heading.  This conversation was eerily familiar- they have had different versions repeatedly over the years. Well, she was not about to give him the satisfaction of showing how hurt she was.

“Fine, you do what the hell you want. You do that anyway.  If you are calling to tell me our little date is off, fine.  I never believed you would have the guts to take me out anyway.  And I just had talked to someone else about flying out to Memphis for a couple of days, so now I have my schedule clear at least.”

“Who?”

“What?”

“Who are you flying to Memphis with?”

As usual Michael only chose to hear parts of the conversation.

“None of your damn business.” 

“Will you calm down, please?  I never said I am not taking you out.  I just called to tell you we have to keep things on the down low a bit longer.”

“What does that mean, Michael?  A bit longer…”

“Look, we can talk about it later, when I see you.”

There was another pregnant pause. Lisa was determined not to speak first.

“Lisa?  I promise, we will talk, ok? How about I pick you up next Saturday and we have dinner at the Ivy?”

“Are you sure you would not just rather ask Madonna.”

Lisa smiled, knowing he had taken the singer to the very same restaurant many years ago. She was relieved to realize she started to relax and recover from the stifling fear he would blow her off. He seemed undeterred to see her, to go out with her, to not hide their relationship.

“I don’t think Madonna would like it if I did the things to her I want to do to you.”

There was that voice again. He seemed to calculatingly use it as a weapon against her, knowing full well it turned her brain, and other parts of her anatomy, to mush.

“I don’t know- she is into all kind of kinky shit, I hear.”

“I think she likes to be in control too much, likes to be the one doling out the punishment.”

“Punishment?” 

“Yeah, you need to learn to not flip out like that.  You have been a very bad girl once again, Miss Presley.”

“Well, Mister Jackson, we will see if you are man enough to show me who the boss is.”

“We will indeed, baby.  Not only will I show you who the boss is, I will show you who the King is.  You better get some rest, by the way.”

She laughed as she felt anticipation spread through her body.

 

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