Loving Mr.Jackson (Michael Jackson Fanfiction)

What Did you hear?

I texted Joy and told her to meet me in the classroom early the next day. Not to tell her what happened but just to tell her about my black book. I have to tell her because this is getting out of hand. I decided to wear high waisted red fitted pants with a low cut red sleeves blouse, and a blazer. Simple black flats with red jewelry topped it off.
Joy was sitting in the front in her normal spot. She had her hair in a high ponytail. A nice red dress hugging tight around her crossed thighs. She welcomes me with a big smile and her loud voice.
"Hey bestie. Wassup?"
"Well I have something to tell you." I said sitting down next to her.
"You finally fucked Mr. Jackson didn't you?" She asked overjoyed.
"No girl. Only in my dreams, and dirtiest fantasies." I said looking down.
"So fucking tell me." Joy said.
"Well you know that little black book I keep with me..?"
"Yeah. I've been trying to steal it for the longest." She answered rolling her eyes.
"In the book are some of the wildest and dirtiest fantasies I have about Mr. Jackson when they come to my mind." I said not making eye contact.
"You're lying... right? I knew you wanted to fuck him!" Joy yelled.
"Okay okay. But now that you know, I have to tell you something else."
"Wait. Can I read some of them?" She asked as her eyebrows raised.
"Sure bitch. Now listen, I left the book at Michael's office for a few minutes one time and I don't know if he read it."
"Oh bitch! Has he tried to talk to you about it or make a pass at you?"
"No, but what if he read it?" I asked finally looking up.
"Here. Let me read one." Joy suggested with her hand out."
I gave her the book and she flipped to a random page. She read allowed.
" You want him to rip your clothes off and eat your pussy on his desk!" She yelled in complete and utter shock.
"Yes J. His big hands ripping my clothes off and his beautiful mouth working my clit." I said imagining the perfect scene.
"Oh bitch. He couldn't have read this."
" Goodmorning Ladies."
I looked over and Joy turned around. It was Mr. Jackson looking ever so handsome. His curls fell perfectly, his beautiful white teeth showing as he smiles, his pants hugging him tight, and that res button up complimenting his upper body.
I grabbed my book from Joy and stuffed it in my bag. He looked at us with a knowing smile, especially me.
"Goodmorning Mr. Jackson, um did you by chance um, hear us talking?" I asked shyly.
"No Ms. Johnson I did not." He said with a smile.
" We'll finish this talk after class G cause we are most definitely not done. And I want to read more of your black book."
"Um I'll pass on that." I said putting my head down.
After about three or five minutes of having my head down I felt someone touch me. I left my head up to see Michael sitting next to me.
"Oh um Mr. Jackson. Is there something I can help you with?" I questioned looking everywhere but at his eyes.
"Maybe, but I might be able to help you more. Meet me after class." He winked at me before walking back to his seat.
*After Class*
"Yaz, I have to meet someone but we will catch up after." Joy said leaving out before I could question her.
After everyone left I walked up to Michael's desk to see what he needed. As I walked up his tongue slowly slide across his lips.
"You wanted to talk to me Mr. Jackson."
"No one is here Yazmin. You can call me Michael." He replied getting close.
"Right. Sorry."
"I heard some of the things you and Joy were talking about. But I may have heard wrong. What were you two talking about?" He questioned me looking amused.
"I um.. we were um... just talking bout women things." I said immediately regretting it after I said it.
"Did it have anything to do with your little black book?" He asked closing the little space we had.
"It um.."
Fuck this. I thought to myself.
" Yes Michael it did." I answered looking down.
His big hand lift my chin making me look into his eyes. Those big brown eyes.
"You know Yazmin, that night I brought you home. I heard everything. The sad part is, I left before you finished." He said putting a hand around my waist.
"You're a grown women. If you want something all you have to do is ask. And Ms. Johnson to answer your question, I am a gentlemen, so no I did not read your book." He said with his big hands around my waist massaging it.
I was speechless. I didn't know what to do or say. Was this even real? Maybe I'm dreaming.
" Th-Thank you Mm Michael." I said trying to back away.
" You're very welcome Yazmin. If you need anything, you let me know." He said whispering the last part in my ear.
He kissed my neck before releasing me from his grip. The butterflies in my stomach almost made it impossible to stand on my own. As I was walking out the classroom I looked back at Michael. Not paying attention, I walked into the door.
Well obviously I'm not dreaming. Of course I embarrass myself at a time like this.
"You okay Ms. Johnson?" He said bitting his lip holding back a smile.
" I'm good."
" See you in the office Ms. Johnson." He called out.
Did all that really just happen? And I can't tell anybody about it. Wait. Did he say he heard me? Oh God. And he kissed me. This is too much to comprehend. I need to go lay down.