One Day In Your Life.

In Love. (Indie's POV)

I can't believe I've fallen in love.
With Michael Jackson.
And he's in love with me.
I smile and giggle with immense happiness internally as I feel his strong arms hold me against him tightly, my face pressed against his forearm.
His familiar scent of sweetness pleasures my nostrils, as I breathe heavily, eyes shut and hand intertwined with his beautiful fingers .
Michael's long, tall body radiates warmth around me as we snuggle beneath the quilt atop the soft, flat ground.
A few crickets chirp and frogs croak, the surroundings completely still and dark, sleeping and calm.
I bet they wouldn't have been a few minutes ago when Michael had me screaming in pleasure...
I shiver, recounting how intense and powerful he was, how much he took control and absolutely ruled my body.
We made love for a good 2 hours tonight, from 8pm to approximately midnight, on and off, round after round.
I would like more, but I do feel awfully tired.
I'm so greedy when it comes to Michael's loving.
Michael's body is relaxed and motionless, his breathing even and steady, indicating he's asleep.
I soon feel my eyelids become heavy, fading in and out of sleep, thinking about the past 2 days, and everything that's happened in them.
The past 2 days that changed my life forever.
I sleep warmly in his arms, close and intimate with his beautiful body.
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Michael's loud yawn awakes me as he sits up, stretching his arms out and flexing his body.
Damn.
His muscles move and flex under the sweet chocolate flesh shining beautifully in the morning sun.
He looks like an angel.
I sit up beside him, doing the same thing.
Breasts out, overly sexualised.
Just for funsies.
Michael glances to me, his eyes popping out of his head as I lean back, arching my spine and letting out an exaggerated lustful groan of satisfaction from the stretch.
I feel his eyes all over me as I tease.
I finally look at him, his jaw dropped and eyes wide, eyes burning in desire.
"Baby, shit like that in the morning doesn't help my little guy, you know."
I giggle, sweeping my hair behind my shoulders out of my face.
"Whoever says its little?"
I say smiling innocently, looking into his beautiful eyes.
Michael smiles at my flirtatious comment.
I catch a glimpse in the corner of my eye of his morning hardness, pulling up the blanket to almost form a tent.
I feel myself throb at its beauty, even when I can't see it.
I feel naughty, and make the split second decision to help him out with it.
"Well come on, it ain't gonna go down by itself anytime soon, will it?"
I say deviously, feeling Michael smile widely as I roll on my side facing away from him and lifting my leg up high in a scissor position.
I feel his hand firmly grab my leg, holding it high, beneath the rug.
He shuffles forward until I feel him flush to my body behind me.
His other hand pushes under my waist and grips my breast, his arm squished between my waist and the ground.
"Thanks, baby."
Michael whispers in my ear seductively but sweetly at the same time.
I feel his rock hard cock graze over my entrance.
I let out a shaky breath as he hooks his arm under my shin, gripping my thigh securely, holding it up to allow him access.
I just throw my head back into his chest as his cock rests against my wetness, making me insatiable.
He breathes heavily as his hand massages my breast, rubbing my nipple and making me shake gently in lust.
I feel his tip push into me, making us both moan quietly.
I squeeze my eyes shut and exhale roughly, relaxing against him behind me as he slides all his thick 10 inches inside of me, stroking and stretching my tight walls perfectly.
He pulls his hand out from beneath me and fists it in my hair roughly, massaging my scalp as he begins thrusting in a slow but deep rhythm, his hips pressing against my ass.
He pulls my leg back over his own sideways body, giving him the best access to my pussy he could get.
I thrust my hand behind me, desperate to tightly grip something as he grinds into me, filling me pleasantly.
I grip the back of Michael's neck, holding the tight flesh firmly as we both moan softly, our bodies rocking gently as we make love.
Michael reaches his head down and kisses my shoulder and neck tenderly, moaning into my wet, warm skin.
"I'm close, babe...Mmm."
Michael whispers, dripping in sex, against my cheek.
I simply nod, too pleasured to open my eyes and respond making sense as he continues to grind his hips against me, his throbbing member hitting every single sensitive spot within, making me moan and gasp softly with each thrust.
His grip on my thigh suddenly tightens immensely, indicating his orgasm verging.
Michael sucks in a long breath through his teeth as he pulls out to the tip, and then plunges back inside, moaning loudly as his warm semen fills my domain, his hips jerking gently as his cock releases deep within me, making my orgasm wash over me as his beautiful moans fill my ears.
I groan loudly, bringing my hand from behind me and thrusting it in the sheets in front of me, throwing my head back into his chest sharply as my walls contract, my juices flooding around his dick and seeping out of me.
He rides out his waves of pleasure, thrusting in and out.
My walls gain the highest level of sensitivity from my climax as his cock strokes my walls which are tightly pulsing around him, making me moan and gasp heavily with each pump.
My knuckles are white as I pull and claw the sheets beside me while my climax possesses me, making me shake and quiver gently.
Michael finally pulls out, his wet length pressing against my inner thigh as he leans down and kisses me sweetly, our lips massaging one another's with love.
We both groan and breathe hotly into one another's mouth as I bring a hand up and cup the side of his face, stroking the soft, smooth flesh with my thumb.
We part, his plump lips beautifully pink and wet as he stares down into my eyes with so much love radiating in his gaze.
I continue stroking his face, his hand releasing my leg which falls over his own, and gripping my wrist, gently stroking my hand.
He smiles warmly, looking at me as if I'm the only girl in the world.
He looks really young, innocent, childlike as he smiles, making me giggle and smile happily, once again falling for his perfect youthful beauty, just as I did the first time I ever saw his face up close in real life, just a couple of days ago.
His face really is so pure and sweetly innocent, but he can equally be just as scandalous and naughty, which makes me love him only more.
His double life for the cameras and reality are really fascinating, as he pulls them off so well.
Anyway.
He giggles sweetly in that soft, angelic voice that melts my heart.
We both kiss tenderly, our wet lips making beautiful sounds as we express our love for one another through passion.
Michael's other hand massages my hair, twirling it in his fingers as my lips are melted against his.
I can't believe how much we've had sex these past 2 days, it's like, we can't stop.
I guess our hormones are just running wild.
I'm not complaining.
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We both put on our clothes, tidy up and pack away the area, and begin walking back on the sandy trail to the boardwalk.
Our hands are intertwined as we pace through the morning, bright and sunny, warm and summery.
We conversation in small talk, about the weather and things like that.
I think we did all the talking we need to for now last night.
After around half an hour, we reach the pier, stepping onto solid ground.
We both just start to walk dandily back to my place, as Michael now seems to know the area and where to go pretty surely. Must be a fast learner.
We of course took back alleys and side roads as we can't afford Michael being spotted.
My hair is everywhere and I feel rather gross and sweaty as we approach my house.
I suddenly notice my Mum's red car in the driveway, and stress out on the spot, pushing Michael and myself behind a barrier between the houses.
We stand amongst someone's bushes as Michael looks at me with sheer confusion.
"Can we spend the day at your place, I mean, my Mum's home, and...I'm not sure if she'll be too happy knowing I've been hanging around a boy unoccupied for the past 48 hours...let alone having sex nonstop."
I say quickly in a loud whisper, considering we are only 10 metres from my house.
Michael just blinks as he takes in what I've said, then nods.
"I mean...y-yeah sure, no problem. Ah, she's one of those Mom's, isn't she?"
His cute American pronunciation makes me smirk.
"You have no idea, and, I'm not sure if she'd be able to cope with the fact of meeting Michael Jackson. She would spaz out, totally."
Michael giggles and looks at his feet, crossing his arms.
He looks so manly and sexy. Ugh, he's perfect.
"My folks would love to know I'm hanging out with a girl for once. I've always been the quiet, reserved one I guess. Ok, so I guess I'll wait out here while you go get your things and say hi or whatever, right?"
"Right." I say as I pat his arm lovingly, smiling. I turn and walk into the sidewalk, brushing down my hair and clothes.
I walk up the path and knock on the locked door.
I hear her loud footsteps on the wood as she approaches the door.
She opens and smiles brightly, eyes glimmering in delight as she pulls me in for a hug.
I smile and hug her back.
"Gosh Indie, where have you been? I got back this morning and you weren't home!"
We part as she lovingly rubs my arms, smiling.
"Oh, I just went for a walk to, you know, alleviate the boredom."
Mum smiles and turns as I follow, smelling her cooking, making my mouth salivate.
I haven't eaten in ages.
I don't eat often, just when I really feel like it, and now is one of those times.
"Oh, yes. I understand. Now, I've cooked some egg and bacon omelette for ya."
Mum says in her jeery voice as I sit at the counter, a plate of steamy, delicious food sitting in front of me.
"Actually, mum, I'm in a bit of a hurry to go see a friend."
"Oh, I thought they were all away?"
She says as she places a hot pan under water, back turned to me.
"Yeah, but Jess just came back from Alaska, and wants to meet up today. In an hour at her place."
I say quickly, covering my ass.
"Oh, well, I'll put your food in a container, you can have it when you get there. I'll put some in for Jess, too." Mum says smiling brightly.
I thank her and jog to my room, grabbing a few bucks, clothes, my cellphone, and some toiletries and stuffing them into a bag.
I return to the kitchen where mum is whistling to a tune by The Jacksons on the radio, her hips swaying as she scrubs some dishes.
If only she knew her daughter had been screwing the lead singer while she was at work.
I smile to myself, grabbing the contained food, fogged with heat and putting it gently atop my bag.
"I might stay the night, I'll can you." I say heading out the front door.
"Love you! Be safe, Indie!"
Mum calls out as I step onto the path.
"Love you too!"
I reply, closing the door and running down the sidewalk until I meet Michael, sitting against the border in the bushes, playing with the dirt.
"Ok, sorry if that took too long."
I say, exhaling.
"Nah, I'm fine."
Michael brushes off, smiling.
"You hungry Mike?"
Michael nods and widens his eyes.
"Aw man, I'm starving. Wanna stop on the way for food?"
"Nah, here."
I toss him the container, him catching it in his hands.
"Omelette, yum. Did your Mom make this?"
Michael queries as he studies the container, looking up at me.
"Yeah, freshly cooked this morning."
"Thanks, beautiful."
Michael smiles as he places a kiss on my cheek, making me flush a bright red and smile.
Michael pulls a fork out from the side of the container, wrapped under a rubber band, and digs in while we walk, making me chuckle loudly.
We take the same route to his place as he stuffs his face, mumbling through our small talk.
All I do is smile at his cuteness.
He passes the container to me, half remaining of the deliciously smelling food.
"That was delicious! Yo mama can cook, girl! Here, you have the rest, you must be hungry too."
Michael says as he passes me the fork.
"Thankyou."
I say quietly as I take a mouthful while we walk behind and through dark alleys, taking sharp turns and manoeuvring  our feet through trash bags.
The creamy, fluffy egg and chewy, salty bacon stimulates my taste buds beautifully, slowly replenishing my hunger by mouthful.
I finish the food, feeling pleasant and full as I close the container and place it back in my bag.
"I might have to stay the night, would that be an issue?"
I say shyly.
"A blessing, baby."
Michael says as he intertwines our hands, looking down into me lovingly, smiling.
My heart flutters at his loving words.
We walk hand in hand up to the marble steps of his apartment, pushing through the heavy glass doors.
We greet the receptionist kindly and board the elevator, heading to Michael's floor.
We walk down the familiar hall to his room. Michael pulls the keys from his pocket and unlocks it, heading inside, me following behind.
He flicks on all the lights, illuminating the apartment.
I settle my bag on the couch, sitting down and observing him as he fixes some lemonade for us both in the kitchen.
"They all must be out, my brothers and stuff."
Michael says quietly as he walks towards me with a cold drink.
He passes it to me, the cool glass pressing against my skin.
I take a sip, exhaling gently as it cools my body from the previous heat felt from outside.
"We can just chill here, until they get back...unless you wanna go out."
Michael says, standing before me sipping on his own drink, hand on hip.
"No, I'm ok here. I'm pretty tired, anyway."
"Alright, you can have a sleep if you want, I'm just gonna watch TV or read or something."
I yawn loudly at the thought of sleep, causing Michael to giggle.
Michael places my bag down on the ground and sits at the end.
I finish my drink staring into space, and place the empty glass on the coffee table as Michael flicks through a magazine on his lap, sipping his lemonade.
The quietness but company of his breathing slowly drifts me off as I lay on the couch, curled up.
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I feel his strong hands lift me up off the couch, holding me close to his warm body. I nuzzle into his chest, the familiar scent of sweetness filling my nostrils, making me feel at home, belonged. He settles me down on a softer, more comfortable surface and pulls a rug over my body.
A warm, tender kiss presses against my temple as I drift back into a deep sleep, his footsteps distancing further from me, fading as he leaves.
"I love you, Indie." He whispers into the dark room.
"I love you too."
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This chapter long as hell!