Chapter Seven ~ Sensitized
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As soon as we had gotten out of the car, Michael met me with a fiery kiss. He began walking me backwards toward the house. Michael opened the door, I was too swept away to even care, all I wanted to feel Michael against me, skin to skin, inside me. Michael’s kisses grew hungrier and deeper, trailing down my neck and collarbone. I kicked off my heels not caring where they landed. I moaned a sigh of pleasure as Michael, in one swift motion, drew my dress up to my shoulders. Just as my back hit a wall. He raised my arms and yanked my dressed over my head and threw it in the middle of the living room. I moaned again but I was shushed by Michael’s hungry lips meeting mine. I smoothed my hands over Michael’s shirt and hurriedly took off his jacket, then I began pulling at his shirt that was tucked into his pants. Once freed, I peeled it off of his body. I ran my hands over his bare chest, teasing his nipples with my forefingers and thumbs. Michael’s hands were all over my body, they were squeezing my breasts through my bra. Michael gave out a sigh of frustration, then grabbed my bottom and wrapped my legs around his waist as he continued kissing me. He pushed off the wall with a free arm and carried me to his bedroom and laid me down on his bed. His lips hungrily met mine and kissed and sucked on my neck as his hands fumbled with my bra clasps.
“Oh Michael…mmm.” I moaned as he sucked and playfully bit the skin on my neck. My panties had to be drenched by now, my mind was spinning in pleasure. He successfully got my bra off and tossed it on the floor. He then began kissing my breasts, slowly as first, almost teasingly, then he took each nipple into his mouth and sucked on them. I drew a sharp breath, trying to hold in my laughter as his lips trailed lightly over my ribs and down my abdomen. I sighed as I felt his hot breath outside the fabric of the black lace thong I wore. My breathing was already short and ragged, but my breathing seemed to come in an erratic pace. His eyes met mine, they had a lusty look. He brought his face to mine and kissed me passionately as he played with my panty line with his finger. Then he stuck his hand inside the thin fabric to my womanhood and began to explore my flesh. He stopped kissing me.
“You’re so wet…I want you so bad…” He whispered in a low, seductive voice. I looked at him.
“Hang on.” I said as I got up and got my purse from the front room. I grabbed both condoms and walked back into the bedroom. I threw the condom on Michael’s chest as I peeled my panties off. I then went over to Michael and tried to assist him with his pants, only to be pulled down on to the bed. Michael loomed over me and unbuttoned his pants and peeled them off. He was erect and had pre-cum dripping from the tip of his member. He expertly peeled on the condom and I spread my legs, ready for him. He entered me slowly, as if teasing me. He held my hips and he slowly pulled out, then he entered me again. I bit my lip. He felt so good. It was sweet torture on me, I disliked it that he was going so slow.
“Mmm, Michael please…make me come, I need it,”
“Yeah? You want me? You want all of me?”
“Yes…please fuck me deep and hard.” He obeyed my request. He rammed himself inside me as far as he could go. “Ahhh….oh…” I said feeling him filling me up completely. He moved inside of me, hitting my G-spot which only heightened the pleasure that I was already feeling. I could feel the pressure mounting as Michael continued making love to me. He thrusts were coming faster and faster.
“Oh…Crystal, you feel so…good…mmm…” Michael moaned, his face showing the pleasure he was feeling.
“Oh Michael…uh…faster…I’m coming I can feel it…” Michael obeyed again going faster and harder. Drawing me to climax all the more….all at once waves of pleasure ricocheted throughout my whole body as a feeling of warmth and excitement flooded all my senses making me see colors of all different hues. I moaned Michael’s name loudly as I orgasm, my body shaking violently, feeling my muscles contract around Michael’s member. Michael could no longer contain himself either. He too moaned my name and shook violently before collapsing on top of me. He laid there for a moment or two, before he withdrew from me. He peeled off the condom and threw it in a nearby waste receptacle. He then curled up next to me on the bed.
“How was that?” Michael asked, his hand cupping my breast and lightly rubbing it.
“That was amazing…Jason can’t even make me come like that. I have to fake it most of the time so that he feels somewhat good about himself.” I said, snuggling up closer to Michael. Michael pulled the now misplaced comforter over us and held me in his arms. He smiled and gave me a passionate kiss. He was spent and I knew it. I was exhausted as well.
“That’s good.” Michael said, yawning. “Goodnight beautiful.” Michael mumbled, falling into sleep.
“Goodnight handsome,” I whispered, as I closed my eyes and allowed sleep to enter in.
I awoke to cool air rushing in to where I felt warmth before. I slowly opened my eyes and met an empty bed. I looked around for my glasses.
‘I thought I fell asleep with them last night…’ I looked on the end table in front of me and saw my glasses.
“Oh.” I said grabbing them and putting them on. I heard the sound of a shower being started and soft singing. I knew it was Michael. Memories of what happened last night flooded my mind. I smiled as I sat up in the bed, wrapping the comforter around my breasts to keep from nipping. I stretched my hands out over my head and proceeded to get up. I wrapped the comforter like a toga around my body. I walked over to the full length mirror and saw my reflection, all the make-up I had on yesterday was smeared, and I still had the eyelashes and wig on. I giggled then took off the wig and eyelashes. Next came the gems. I let my hair down from the ponytail and saw a huge kink where the hair tie had been. I frowned. I looked like a mess. ‘Wait, mess…hm.’ I went over to the bed table and opened the drawer, sure enough I saw what I was looking for. A notepad and a pen. I sat on Michael’s bed and began writing down lyrics to a song that was flowing through my mind. I was so into thought that I didn’t hear Michael come out of the bathroom.
“Good morning gorgeous, I see you’re up.” His voice made me jump. I held my hand to my chest in hopes to slow my now racing heart.
“Oh! You scared me…good morning to you too.” I said looking at him. He was already completely dressed, he was towel drying his hair. He noticed that I was working intently on something.
“What are you working on? A new song perhaps?” Michael asked taking a seat next to me on the bed.
“Yeah, I’ve got a melody for it too. Wanna hear it?” I asked looking at him. He nodded.
“I’d love to.”
“Okay don’t laugh at me okay?”
“I promise.”
“Okay…Sensitized, by all the words that you say, boy you got me messed up, but I like that way. Tantalized, just too good to refuse, when I try to stop ya, you keep blowing my fuse…now this part, I was hoping to make into a pre-chorus but I haven’t figure out which way to go with it…” I said handing him the notepad and pointing to the lyrics.
“Hm, well how does the chorus go.”
“Can’t hold back the minute I try, baby you trip the switch and I’m sensitized, la la la, la la la, Every touch whatever you do, baby you trip the switch and I’m sensitized. La la la, la la la.” I sang, looking at Michael.
“How about this…Can’t deny, how hot I’m feeling, if my body could fly I’d hit the ceiling then the ‘cause I can go shortly before the chorus leading up to it…does this have anything to do with last night?” Michael asked, becoming suspicious.
“Maybe.” I said looking at him. He smiled and kissed me.
“I like it, perhaps after breakfast you and I can go into the studio and work on this.” He said nodding in approval. I smiled…
“Thank you.” Then I remembered that I didn’t have any clothes except for my Halloween costume. “Wait, what am I going to do about clothes?” I asked. He turned to me and pointed to his closet.
“Help yourself to whatever’s in there. I’ll let the cook know that we have a guest.” Michael said, giving a once over before leaving the room. I threw the comforter off and walked over the closet, I looked at Michael’s collection of clothes and picked out a white t-shirt and a pair of sweat pants. I walked into the bathroom and placed the clothes on the countertop. I washed off all the remaining make-up off my face and stepped in the shower. I turn it on the hottest setting my body would allow and relaxed at the jets of hot water washed over me. I looked at Michael’s choice of soaps and they looked like expensive brands. They were brands that I had never seen before, but never the less, I still used them. I was in the middle of shampooing my hair when the shower door opened and a naked Michael stepped in. My eyes looked him over for the first time since last night and my nether region started to tingle. The man oozed sex. He wrapped an arm around my waist and brought me against him. I could feel his swelling member press against me as his eyes reflected pure desire.
“You are beautiful Crystal, you know that?” Michael said stepping forward and bringing me back into the stream of water. He ran his fingers through my hair, washing out any remaining soapsuds.
“So I’ve been told…” I said, not taking my eyes off of him and grabbing the cream rinse. He grabbed the bottle from me and put a liberal amount in the palm of his hand.
“Turn around.” He said, motioning with his finger. I complied, turning around so that the front of my body was under the stream of water. He smoothed the cream rinse into my hair. Making sure to work out all of the tangles and knots. He rinsed out the conditioner, as he asked me to hand him the body soap. I handed him a bar of soap that looked to be Ivory or Dove. He lathered up his hands and started lathering up my body starting with my back.
“Just relax, no matter what I do, okay? I want to make you feel good.” Michael said his hands worked their way to my bottom where they squeezed. I squealed in surprise. Next my worked on my feet, kissing each toe individually. He worked his way up my legs to my womanhood. Where he lathered me up, ‘accidentally’ rubbing his finger over my love button. He then moved over my abdomen. He poked his finger into my bellybutton.
“You’d be cute with a bellybutton ring. Those things always get me hot.” Michael said looking at me. Then he grabbed the soap and lathered his hands again before rubbing soap over my breasts.
“You have the perfect set of breasts, not to big, not too small. Just perfect.” Michael said kneading my breasts in his hands. By this time, he was fully erect. His lips met mine as all the soap on my backside was being washed off, he dislodged from me and turned me around so that all the soap that Michael spread on my front side was being washed away. Michael’s lips started sucking and nipping my neck, causing a moan to escape my lips. Michael’s hands kneaded my breasts then slipped down my womanhood where he flicked my love button with his middle finger. My legs grew weak as I could feel the pleasure mounting into an explosive climax, again I saw colors then shockwaves of pleasure ripped through my body as I nearly screamed Michael’s name. Michael turned me around again. The water started turning cold, but we didn’t care. I fell to my knees, I took Michael swollen member in my hand, rubbing along the length of it a couple of times, then taking his head into my mouth teasingly, Michael tried to move away from me but I held his hard phallus in my mouth. I whirled my tongue around his head as salty pre-cum leaked out of it.
“Mmm…yummy.“ I said as I gladly licked it off and began my oral onslaught on Michael’s cock. I rammed his cock as far down my throat as possible, this caused Michael to moan. I continued doing this until Michael literally shoved my face away from him, pulled me up to my feet and pinned me to the wall. He fell to his knees and anchored my legs on his shoulders. He started to eat me out ferociously. Licking up all the cum from the first time he made me orgasm. My second orgasm came quickly but before I drifted over the edge Michael stopped and let me down, but not before picking me back up and pinning me against the wall he began ramming his whole member inside me. I moaned in ecstasy as he moved in and out of me. He was close to his climax as well, he squeezed my hair and buried my face in the crook of his neck, where I kissed and sucked the tender skin. I soon found myself seeing colors as I scratched Michael’s back in my second orgasm. Michael continued pumping in and out of me like a jackrabbit. I came again, as I felt Michael lose control. I felt him explode inside me, he too, nearly screaming my name. We stayed like that for a few minutes, shivering from our pleasure and the cold water that now saturated us. He then withdrew from me and turned off the water. His seed dripped out of me and ran down my leg. Seeing this, Michael gave me his washcloth, and I gratefully wiped his love juices off of me.
“You drive me crazy girl,” Michael said as we stepped out of the shower and draped ourselves in a towel.
“The things you do to me Michael, damn.” I said, looking at him. He leaned over and kissed my lips sweetly. I cuddled into him as he dried to both of us off. Then we got dressed and walked out of the bathroom. We both walked into the kitchen where a maid set two plates in front of us. On them, was what looked to be eggs Benedict. I looked at Michael.
“Wow, I’ve never had this before.” I said, as the maid put a pitcher of orange juice and two glass on the table.
“Ooh Maria this looks great. Thank you.” Michael said gratefully. He began cutting up his food, as did I. I enjoyed the meal, finding a new found taste for the dish. Scraping my plate of the last of the hollandaise sauce, Maria took our empty plates and placed them in the kitchen sink as Michael and I made our way downstairs, we stopped shortly before the basement door.
“Did you want to bring your song?” Michael asked, his eyes meeting mine. I nodded and turned around and ran to the bedroom, nearly running into Maria in the hallway. I grabbed my song and joined Michael, who had already gone downstairs to start the soundboard.
“Okay, is the song ready to go? Do you still have the melody?” Michael asked me. I nodded again. “Good, lets get a track set up for you.” Michael said turning on a keyboard.
“Okay sing the first verse to me.” Michael said looking at me, listening intently. I sang the first verse. He began figuring out what chords to use. It turned A minor, C, G, and D with a rapid succession of 2 chords per measure. He put on a pair of headphones not allowing me to hear what he was concocting in that brain of his. After a little while, he nodded in approval to himself then turned around in his swivel chair.
“You like strings?” Michael asked, his eyes meeting mine. I nodded.
“I love them.” I said looking at him. He nodded.
“Me too, I find that they add a certain depth to a song that no other instrument can add.” Michael said, and with that he went back to working. I sat there almost impatiently as he worked, wanting to rip his headphones off and listen to what he had done. But I sat there, studying Michael. This is how he worked. He was working on one of MY songs. The realization then hit me. I was a nobody a couple of days ago, just a girl from Montana who wanted more than anything for anybody to notice her talent. Today, Michael Jackson, the King of Pop, the man who dances on air, is working on a song that pathetic little me wrote. Most importantly, we knew each other in ways that thousands of women dream and write fan stories about. This wasn’t a dream. It was too real to be a dream. Michael Jackson paid attention to me, got to know me, and loved me. He genuinely cared about me. He moved a little fast for me, but Jason and I did to. I realized that I only knew what every fan of Michael Jackson knows, except a few extras that he told me. But if I left Jason, would I make the same mistake again? Would Michael be unfaithful to me at all? He was a huge flirt that was for sure. He was married twice, and I don’t even know the real reasons why he left them? I was brought out of my thoughts by Michael was waving his hand in front of my face.
“Crystal…CRYSTAL….CRYSTAL!!!!” Michael called out, shaking me from my intense train of thought. I looked up at him.
“About time I got your attention, you must have been doing some serious thinking. I got your track done. Here it is…” Michael said pressing play on the computer. The track had a number of tracks in it, but it was made mostly of strings. It was a faster paced song, clearly pop. I nodded in approval.
“About 8 measures into the song is when you start singing…”
“Okay, eight measure from the low bass bring in or the bring in is a part of the eight measures?” I asked.
“The bring in acts as a measure so yes to the latter.” Michael said looking at me. Michael got up and fiddled around with some controls and knobs then looked at me.
“Well she’s ready for you…” Michael said pointing his head toward the mic room. I looked and shook my head.
“I ain’t going in there, I’ll make a fool out of myself.” I said flat out refusing, I was nervous enough already with having to stand in front of a mic and sing.
“Come on Crys, don’t be chicken, the mic won’t bite you…”
“I’ll screw up by being too flat or too sharp or completely missing the note all-together. Besides, I’ve never done this before.”
“Crys, if you miss a note we can go back and re-record that section again, and if you’re flat or sharp then I can fix that too…” Michael said, pointing to certain knobs and controls on the soundboard. I smirked.
“Is there a button on there to erase the butterflies in my tummy?” I asked looking at Michael, sounding like a little kid. He leaned over and kissed me, then gave my a playful smack on the booty.
“Nope, you’re on your own with that…now get in there, I’ll be there to help you in a little bit.” Michael said fiddling with a few more knobs. I walked into the mic room and once the door shut it was virtually like entering an airtight room. No sound escaped. I looked at the mic and imagined all the songs Michael had sang into it. There was a filter in front of it, my guess is so that the hard consonants don’t cause a loud splatter in the music. With the lyrics in hand, I patiently waited for Michael to adjust the mic and give me some kind of stand to place my lyrics on so I could see them. A few moment later, Michael came in and helped adjust the mic stand then he hooked a rod onto the mic stand with a clip on the end of it. I handed him the paper with the lyrics on it and he clipped it into the clip.
“Okay, you’re set, one word of advice, make sure that you enunciate your words clearly, I would keep your lips about in inch away from the screen, you get better sound that way in my opinion.” Michael said looking at me. His lips crashed upon mine. He dislodged.
“If you need anything just say so, I’ll be through that glass, you’ll be able to see me, I’ll be able to see you…” Michael trailed off, smoothing his lips together as if trying to think of something else. “You don’t need to warm up or anything, do you?” I shrugged.
“Well you’re the great vocalist, you tell me.” I said, almost in a smart tone. Michael raised an eyebrow in a mocking way then he shook his head.
“Nah, I think you’re fine. I’ll be watching you, okay?” Michael said, noticing that I was shaking in nerves. He gave me a hug. “It will be okay, you’ll nail it okay?” I nodded, feeling a little bit better. Michael walked out and sat in front of the soundboard. I put the headphones on, and put my lips an inch away from the screen, feeling like I was sealing my fate.
