Allie's Point Of View ~ 

"Michael, Michael, Michael!  . . " 

"Allie, over here. Allie! Allie! . . " 

The sound of feet scattering everywhere, so many different voices are heard all around us as well as bright flashes coming from here and there, leaving the eyes blind. 

My fingers intertwine with Michael's as I walk closely behind him. My other hand shelters my face from the flashes as the endless paparazzi follow our every move. Our body guards keeping them a decent distance apart - every now and then hearing them say sternly yet politely to . . 

'move back' . . and 

'give them some room, please'. 

My hand continuing to remain upon my face as I let Michael guide me.

Flash here . . 

Another flash there . . 

"Michael! Michael, you were amazing tonight! . . " 

"Michael and Allie, look over here! . . "

"Michael, Allie! Look to your left . . " 

"Michael anything you want to say to your fans? . . " 

"I love them . . " He says sweetly, so much love in his voice.

My hand falls off my face. I look up at Michael. Glasses on, curls all out. His white shirt slightly open along with his buckled jacket and pants, throwing in his signature white socks and pristine penny loafers. Michael just finished a show . . phenomenal performance as usual.

God. He is so gorgeous. 

Damn. I just love him. 

I was backstage, watching in awe for the entire performance. I was just drawn to him, feeling just like that girl I was before meeting Michael that incredible day. 

The day that changed my life forever. 

That girl I was back then, that fan girl that loved Michael Jackson. Never daring to dream that I would be dating Michael Jackson. 

I wasn't in the audience this time, but backstage, as Michael's girlfriend. 

I watched him dance, sing and perform the way he always does. A breathtaking performance. 

I bring my other hand to the left of me. It grabs onto Michael's wrist, bringing my body a little bit closer to his as we both continue to walk towards our waiting car. We approach, the car in our sights. A wave of relief is felt within me as I see it before me. The back door is held open for us. We get closer and closer to the car, cameras flashing more and more. Chatting continuing from every direction . . louder and louder this time. 

"Michael, Michael, over here! . . " 

"Allie, Michael look to your right . . " 

"Allie tell us, what does it feel like dating The King Of Pop?! . . " 

Before anything else is asked our way, the car door closes. I can't help but to release a sigh a relieve. I look towards the window . . flashing cameras continuing to burst behind the dark tinted windows of the car. 

The car begins to drive away. 

I feel something warm placed over my hand. I look down to see Michael's hand upon mine. I look back at him . . he smiles sweetly. 

"You okay, Allie? . . " He asks me gently, concern heard throughout his voice. 

I just nod, giving him a weak smile. 

"I'm fine Michael, you don't need to worry about me . . " I tell him. Trying my best to sound as reassuring as possible. 

" . . I just know it's a lot for you though baby" . . 

He says. And he is right. It is a lot for me. I admit that but I try my best to handle it. I don't want Michael to ever think that it'll be too much for me to the point where I'm walking away from him completely. No, no way . . 

I pray he doesn't think that way. I don't want him to worry. I'll get more used to it. I'm sure I will. I mean, all this attention is still very new to me . . but I'll get there. 

" . . I'm fine, Michael. I promise baby" . . 

I scoot over to kiss him on the check. Seconds after, moving a sweet curl that is stuck on his neck. Kissing his warm, damp skin there. Slowly kissing that spot again and again. 

"Hmmm . . " I hear Michael moan so very softly. 

I remove my lips from his skin. I look at him. His eyes are closed, head resting on the back of the seat, legs slightly apart. My left hand comes up and over to his face. He looks straight at me . . 

 . . right into my eyes. 

My thumb gently gliding across his left check. I lift myself up a little, so my lips can creep up to hover over his as my fingers slid down towards his chest. I pull my lips away from his suddenly. He groans huskily and grabs my face. Kissing me so very passionately. 

"Baby girl, you're a damn tease . . " 

He whispers, before kissing me again. 

I feel his fingers graze my skin before I feel his arm snake around me. Pulling my hips towards him and before I know it . . I'm straddling him. 

Our kiss is more passionate now, more desperate even. I hear something behind me. It's the sound of the car's privacy compartment going up. 

I break the kiss . . 

Michael's fingers leaves the button as the compartment has risen all the way up and secured, returning that hand to my thigh. Both his hands are now back on my thighs. I am looking at Michael right now . . 

My god, he looks incredibly sexy. 

He is still sweating but only a little bit now. Ugh, it makes his skin look so much more beautiful than it already is. He is so tired from performing just moments earlier, making him even more irresistible to me. 

What he does to me. The way he makes me feel . . if only he knew. 

I take his hand, sliding it further and further up my thigh so very slowly. Our eyes still on each others . . never leaving, not even for a second. 

"I'm a tease, am I? . . " I say with a smirk. 

I bring his hand under my skirt . . 

His face says it all. His eyes wide, a look of surprise. Causing him to look down. 

"Allie, you're not wearing any underwear?! . . " 

He says in a whisper. He's so cute. No one can even hear us. Once that privacy compartment is put up and in place . . it's do not disturb! It's only Michael and I. 

I giggle. "I know I'm not . . "

He smiles back at me. His voice turns low and husky. 

"Allie Thomas, ooh my girl is so sexy . . " 

I feel his long fingers pull up my skirt so that it pools up around my hips. My pussy is completely exposed. All out for Michael to see . . 

He leans in and kisses me, so slowly. A few seconds later, feeling something else. I break the kiss and look down . . two fingers of his are feeling the warmth of me. 

He lets out a husky moan . . 

"Already so wet for me, baby" . . 

My arms draped over his shoulders. Fingertips meeting the back of his neck, allowing them to dance with his curls as we kiss once again. I moan softly as I feel Michael's fingers inside me, pleasing me oh so good. I move my hips back and forth gently with him. 

I break the kiss, throwing my head back . . 

"Michael can you please just get 'him' out and in there already?! . . " I say, my voice whining. 

He just laughs. 

I can't help but to let out a little giggle too. My god, he just turns me on so damn quickly. I just want him. I am so turned on and I can't keep that a secret. With his free hand, he begins to unzip his pant zipper. 

. . painfully slowly though. 

His fingers grips the zipper and pulls it lower and lower. His eyes burning through mine. My heart is pounding, breathing rapid. 

" . . please . . please, hurry up . . " I whisper. 

I take ahold of his face in both my hands. Kissing his check first, before kissing down his neck towards his exposed chest. His white shirt slightly damp from his sweat. I glide my fingers softly over his chest, kissing his skin there. As I do this, my fingertips requesting his black buckled jacket to come off. 

Michael giggles, accepting my request. Taking it off and tossing it to the floor of the car with only one hand . . very smooth. His fingers returning to his pant zipper. I place my lips onto his once again in a steamy, hungry kiss. I feel my hips rise up gently . . the sound of his buckle pants and underwear finally falling down to his ankles. 

I break the kiss . . 

A smirk spread across my face as I look down, before looking back up at Michael seconds later. 

" . . finally baby. Who's the tease now? . . " I say giggling. 

Michael giggles too. God, he's gorgeous. 

He takes his fingers out of me, leaning forward. One arm around my back while his other is stretched out in front of him . . his hand seeming to search for something that is sitting in the back of the car seat pouch. My arms around his neck, legs straddling his lap still. I look back . . a wrapper is now in-between his fingers. 

He rips it open with his teeth in seconds, flinging the wrapper away just as quickly. 

From our position, I feel like Michael needs some help however. I take the condom from his hand, placing his gently onto his penis. 

Our breathing is so intense. 

I sit up on my knees, my body raised. Michael holds his hard penis still for me. I look into his chocolate eyes as I lower down slowly onto it. I close my eyes, my heads falls back as I feel him stretch me. 

I moan softly . . 

"Michael baby, you feel so amazing . . " 

My eyes open slightly as he is finally deep inside me. Both hands placed on his shoulders. My breath against his face, my voice in his ear, urging him on. I start to gently bounce on him. My hips moving in sync with his thrusts. 

"Allie baby . . " I hear him softly moan. 

His large hands cup the back of my upper thighs, just under my bum. The sound of the buckles on his pants rattle lightly as we collide passionately into each other. My shirt also came off, with only my black bra on. My heels still on my feet. I continue to bounce on Michael . . getting more and more faster each time. Our heavy breathing is heard throughout the back of the car. 

My drowsy eyes look into Michael's. My hips now losing a little bit of speed as I feel myself about to release. 

"Michael, I'm going . . . I'm going to cum baby . . " I say breathlessly. 

" . . me too, Allie. Hmm me too baby . . " 

His eyes drowsy like mine, sweat dripping down his face and chest. 

Ugh, he looks so damn breathtaking! 

Arms wrapped around his neck, fingers scrunched up into his white shirt and my eyes now closed as I give into the feeling . .  

I let out another moan as I finish. Michael finishes too. 

I collapse onto Michael. Head buried into his damn neck, arms in front of me, hands placed on his sweaty chest. Seconds pass, I look up at Michael. His head his thrown back, resting on the back of the car seat once again. Still catching his breath. 

He looks at me . . 

An extremely drowsy smile spreads upon his exhausted face. He leans forward, kissing me and I kiss him back. My fingertips finding his curls again, running through his black curls as we kiss. 

The car comes to a stop! We break the kiss. 

We are parked right out the front of our hotel. We hear our driver talk to us through the car intercom . . 

"Pardon my interruption, Mr Jackson" . . 

" . . but we have arrived at the hotel, sir . . " 

Michael presses the intercom to speak back to him. 

"Not a problem, Arnold . . ah . . Allie and I won't be a minute" . . 

We can't help but to giggle as Michael says that . . 

" . . I'll intercom you when we are both ready . . " 

"No problem, Mr Jackson . . " Arnold replies. 

We continue giggling as I hop off Michael. He pulls his pants and underwear back up. Securing it with the sound of his zipper going up. I am sitting next to Michael, slightly slouched however as I pull my skirt back down, putting my shirt back on also. I look in the mirror, fixing my hair quickly. Out of nowhere, Michael gently grabs my face . . kissing me passionately. My hands on either side of his face as we kiss. 

Damn, Michael. That wasn't expected. 

Our lips moving away from each other. He's looking at me. Grabbing my hand. 

"You ready, Allie? . . " He asks me. 

"I look towards the window once again. The dark tinted window blocking the view of anyone that stands on the other side. But I can see them, more reporters and paparazzi stand outside. Cameras at the ready, some already flashing. I take a deep breath. 

"I'm ready, Michael . . " I tell him. 

" . . and round 2 upstairs, baby . . " He says with a wink. 

Before I say anything in response, he intercoms Arnold. 

"Arnold, Allie and I are ready thank you . . " 

A few moments later, where Michael and I are . . the car's back door opens. Voices of paparazzi, reporters are heard along with Michael's fans. 

Michael, Allie . . over here! . . " 

"Michael! . . Michael! Look over here! . . " 

Our bodyguards are there with us once again. Escorting us into the hotel's main lobby and into the elevator. Two bodyguards remain downstairs, on either side of the elevator. One bodyguard enters the elevator with us as it then closes. The many voices and flashes suddenly stop. 

I feel Michael gently squeeze my hand, causing me to look up at him. 

He mouths 'round 2' . . with a wink. 

I smile to myself. 

to be continued.