Another Michael

Chapter 20

We ordered in and ate while watching a movie, swathed in the homey atmosphere that I had just preached against 20 minutes ago. It was good and cozy, like we were Mona and Jason again. I was enjoying it and he was too for we both knew it wouldn't last. And it had to be this way, otherwise it would have been us who wouldn't last. We fell asleep in front of the TV, like an old married couple, me with my head on his shoulder.

When I woke up he was no longer there and I went looking for him. The house was quiet and I wondered where he might be when I heard quiet rustling in one of the rooms. I opened the door to what looked like a dressing. Clothes were thrown on the floor in disarray and Michael was scratching his head, apparently looking for something in the pile of fabrics. He was wearing a red silk robe, opened in the front, which made a perfect contrast with his moonlight white skin. He was spectacularly beautiful and completely naked underneath the robe and I was shamelessly staring.

'Hey, what are you doing?' I asked with a smirk on my face directed at his open robe.

'Oh, jeez, you scared me' he said and tightened the robe around himself.

'No, don't cover yourself, I wanna see...' I meowed.

'But... actually... I had some other plans...' he said, but as I got closer and started kissing him he forgot his thought and kissed me back slowly. My hands were gliding perfectly on the silk all the way down to his firm posterior and then to the front. He pulled me to a spacious armchair he had in one corner of the room and sat down with me on top of himself. I naturally started grinding my hips on his and he lifted my short dress all the way up and was massaging my buttocks controlling the rhythm of my lace panties on his enlarging member.

But I had something else in mind. I slid down on his legs all the way off the armchair and the very next moment I was on my knees in front of him and applied a first kiss on his beautiful white cock. Startled, he grabbed my shoulders and pulled me back.

'No' he said.

I was baffled. I thought we got over that! So I just ignored him and went back to it.

'Mona, please don't...' he whispered softly, almost in pain.

I stopped and looked at him. He was struggling.

'Ok, I'll stop, but... why...?'

'I just... I can't.'

'Why not? Don't you like it? Don't you want it? Am I hurting you? What's going on?'

'No, no, it's not that, I like it, actually I love it and I want it so much, but...'

'But then what is it?'

'I don't know how to tell you this.'

'So just tell me in your own words.'

'Ok, all right, I will. Umm... ' he started biting his thumb nail 'Umm....'

'Michael, there is no judgment in the space between the two of us. Whatever you say is going to be fine.'

'I started my sex life like this.'

'Most people do, it's no big deal.'

'Yes, but it was a very big deal to me at the time. I was a very devout Jehovah's Witness. I believed sex in any form can only happen after marriage. But then... there was this one person in my life who... I was so in love with her. Puppy love, you know? Teenage love. We held hands, we kissed, but she wanted more. So did I, because I had been in love with her for years, since I was a little boy. So I asked her to marry me.'

'Is this who I think it is?'

'It wouldn't be fair to her if I told you... I'm a gentleman, I don't kiss and tell.'