Allie's Point Of View ~ 

My head turns to the side, eyes squinted as I think. Fingers gently touching the soft fabric, gliding over the dress I am wearing. The full length mirror allowing me to see everything I need to so that I can make a final decision. 

This is the third dress I have tried on. 

I am meeting Michael's family tomorrow . . his entire family. 

I am so nervous. 

I wonder what kinda people they are, what they are like. On the side lines, they seem like such lovely people. Just an extremely famous family that seem like such normal people. But actually meeting them in person . . that is completely different. 

What if they don't like me? What if they believe Michael deserves better than me? 

Worst of all

What if they think I'm only with Michael for fame, to be in the spotlight with one of the most famous person in the world. To get my fifteen minutes of fame, to get his money even. My heart beat rises incredibly fast from all those thoughts. I mean, what do I have to offer Michael. I'm just a simple Australian girl with nothing to my name. So, what can I possibly give Michael. I love him so much. I just bloody adore him. . but is that enough? I hope that his family don't think that way though. I hope those thoughts don't even enter their minds at all. I take a deep breathe , looking at myself in the mirror. 

Ugh, I'm driving myself crazy. 

I need to leave this room. 

Still wearing the dress, I walk out. Sighing deeply, lips squeezing together. I make my way towards the kitchen, glass cup now in my hand. I fill it up with water trying to calm myself down as I take small sips. I stare at nothing as I do so. My eyes looking at nothing in particular, just looking. 

I hear something. I can hear . . singing. 

I smile to myself. Where is Michael? 

I follow the singing. Standing in the doorway of our bedroom. My eyes looking at the bathroom  door on the right side of the bedroom as its joined. I slowly walk towards the bathroom, the door ajar, my movements as quite as possible. I listen again before I decide to make my presence known to him. 

"You really . . really turn me onnnn . . girllll . . " 

My eyes squinting as I listen, knowing that I haven't heard of this song before just now. This is a different song. A new song, perhaps? His singing is more quiet this time too. I wonder why that is. Normally Michael would tell me about any song ideas he has. 

. . but not this song. 

Why? 

I can't help but to be cheeky, looking into the bathroom. I see Michael with a hotel white towel around his waist. His curls all out . . gorgeous. All over the place, they are. His hair looks slightly damp though, droplets of water fall from the ends of his curls and onto his chest and shoulders. Along with his skin still glistening as it has not yet been fully patted dry. 

God! He looks so sexy. 

I bite my lip as I continue to look at him from behind the cover of the bathroom door, the door slightly ajar . . thank god! I see the steam as it floats in the air above him . . he looks like an angel. 

He continues to sing quietly out loud. 

"Allie, baby . . you knock me off my feet" . . 

A hand comes upon my mouth, trying to hide this massive smile and cover this giggle I have deep within, upon hearing what I just heard. He is singing about me. 

" . . my lonely days are gone, Allie baaabbyyyy yeahhh . . " 

I can't help it. I place my hand upon the bathroom door, gently pushing it open. Michael looks to his left . . towards me. His eyes wide now. 

"How long have you been standing there for, Allie? . . " 

He asks me, his voice full of concern. I can't say that I was there the whole and heard this song being sung in particular the whole time. If he wrote a song about me . . that is the most amazing and sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me. Well, not everyone is dating Michael Jackson right? So if he is keeping it a secret then I don't wanna spoil it. 

"Not long at all, just got here . . " I tell him, trying to sound convincing. 

I have only heard a few lyrics, a few lines from this mystery song. But it's a great, very sexy song by the sounds of it . . I'm excited. 

I walk towards him, until I'm standing in front of him. My back facing the mirror and the bathroom sink that sits below it. My arms around his neck. I feel his hands gently placed on my hips, a smirk on his face. I'm standing on my tippy toes now, my lips hover over his . . giving him a peck on the lips. I smile before letting out a little giggle. My fingertips playing with his damp locks . . 

" . . curls still wet, baby? . . " I ask, still giggling. 

Michael knows I love his curls so much, running my fingers through them all the time. 

I can't help but to bite my lip. My hands now grazing down his chest slowly, his toned stomach. My palms now resting on his lower stomach, just below his belly button. Still on my tippy toes, I kiss his neck . . taking in his scent. 

" . . you smell so nice, Michael" I tell him in a whisper. 

He giggles softly. 

"Thank you, my girl . . " He says. 

I start to scatter small, soft kisses on his neck. He lets out a soft moan as I do so. He's now staring at me . . his eyes on me. It's intense, seductive . . very seductive. I feel my heart begin to beat faster and faster by his stare alone, my stomach swarming with a million butterflies it feels. Feeling myself go incredibly shy yet feel so sexy. 

He looks down at me. 

" . . I love this dress on you" . . 

" . . you look so sexy, baby . . " He says in a husky whisper, right in my ear. 

Chills run down my spine. Why does he still are me feel this way? I feel myself go so shy again. 

I take a deep breathe, there's that topic again. 

The one that is making me so nervous. 

"I'm trying to pick something to wear when I met your family tomorrow, Michael" . . 

Shoulders shrug, unsure I am. 

" . . and I still don't know about this dress, this is the third one I have tried on" 

" . . I'm so nervous Michael . . " My head hangs down, in shame really. 

I feel Michael's face soften from his seductive state just seconds before. His voice gently saying mine . . his lips upon my forehead. 

"They are going to love you, Allie . . trust me please . . " 

His finger under my chin. Gently raising my head back up so my eyes once again meet his. 

" . . and you look so sexy in that dress baby" . . 

Michael bites his lip. I feel his fingers on my thigh. He kisses my neck, that's my weakness. I let out a soft moan as Michael does so, causing him to chuckle against my neck. My arms wrapping around his neck, one hand touching his skin, again grazing gently over his vitiligo. I turn my head to see a few bottles of makeup on the bathroom vanity sink. Ready for application, I take it. 

I shake my head gently at him, saying nothing.

He knows exactly what I am saying . . even when I say nothing at all. 

His lips squeezing together. This time, he nods his head . . again nothing is said more about it. He knows. 

I get a glimpse of myself in the mirror as I look back once again. My face explodes of question and doubt as I continue to stare at myself.

I hear him whisper . . 

"Allie, my family will love you . . seriously they will . . " 

" . . don't be so nervous, please baby . . " 

" . . and never doubt yourself . . I can tell you are . . " 

He tells me this very gently, placing a kiss on my nose. I smile . . nodding to him that I understand. It's normal to feel nervous before meeting the parents . . meeting the entire family in one sitting. I just hope they like me as Michael says they will.

"I love you Allie, which means they will too . . " 

" . . my sexy girl, please stop worrying . . " His voice husky. 

I grab his face and kiss him passionately. My hands on either side of his face . . his arms wrapped around my waist, keeping me close to him. It's a slow yet intense kiss. I feel those butterflies once again, my heart rate increase by the second. My fingers in his damp curls. I feel his hands all over me. Suddenly, I realise I am no longer standing. My legs wrapped around his hips. Our kisses getting more and more intense. My bum is gently placed on the bathroom sink vanity, my legs on either side of his body. Michael pulls away from my lips . . finding my neck again. 

He knows how much that turns me on. I moan softly, he knows he has got me now. 

My hands travel down, towards the white towel that keeps 'him' away. I loosen the tight wrap of the towel that Michael previously did, loosening it completely and hearing the sound of it hit the bathroom floor leaving him completely naked now. He grunts . . picking me up, legs wrapped around his waist. Our lips hungrily returning to each others as Michael walks us to the bed. My back now on the bed, Michael hovering over me . . his arms on either of me. I moan as I feel one of his hands explore my entire body, leaving nothing untouched. I feel his fingers grip something . . hearing a 'rip'. I break the kiss and look down towards the foot of the bed. I am suddenly . . naked. 

I look at Michael. His eyes normally sparkling and kind but now . . dark and fierce. I love it. 

"Michael, baby . . " 

There is a plea in my voice, in my eyes. 

"Shh, let me calm you down my girl . . " 

Husky, deep. Seductive tone. He rolls us over. Now Michael's back is on the bed with me straddling his hips. I lean down, his tongue sliding into my mouth. I feel Michael's hands on the back of my thighs . . gently pulling me towards him, bringing me closer to him. I'm straddling his chest now, my breasts in his face. He cups them . . moaning softly as he does so. 

"Move forward a little more, baby . . " He tells me gently. 

I nod, biting my lip. I shuffle forward a tiny bit more. Michael's hands on my hips. His hold is soft but is then immediately stronger until my pussy is right above his mouth. 

"Right there, baby. Stop there . . . " 

I take a deep breathe. I feel so sexy and loose. Michael just has the power to make me feel so incredible when he touches me like this. He says nothing else . . his mouth on my warmth. I moan out softly as I feel his tongue playing with me. My hands resting upon the wall in front of me . . my eyes closed. 

Ugh! Fuck! How do I even describe how I'm feeling? 

I feel like I'm floating. 

"Michael baby . . " I say softly, breathlessly. 

" . . oh baby . . " I moan out softly, once again. 

His big hands on my thighs, mouth on my pussy . . slurping, licking and kissing me there. I can feel his eyes on me . . but mine are still closed. It feels so fucking incredible. Such bliss. He relaxes me so damn well. He knows exactly how to calm me down. 

"Hmm baby, you're so fucking wet . . " 

His voice husky, so deep. I can feel his hot breathe against my pussy. Fuck! It's like I can feel all my wetness as he speaks. 

" . . always soaking for me, my sexy girl . . " 

I feel his tongue opening up my pussy lips with such ease. I can't speak. I close my eyes again after opening them for only a second just before. My head falling back as I am in total pleasure with Michael and his talented mouth. His hands gently squeezing my thighs, every now and then grazing up my stomach to hold my breasts. 

Hmm. Fuck! He is making me feel so incredible. 

" . . fucking soaking, baby . . " 

He grunts huskily. Hmm. He does it so well . . he's so talented. 

My heart rate has slowed down now, eyes open but only just . . my mind in a daze. 

"Michael, baby . . hmm . . " 

I say only in a whisper. My whole self is in such a calm state now. All that's heard in the bedroom is Michael slurping me up and my soft moans as he makes me feel so calm and amazing. 

"Michael baby . . I'm going to" . . . 

. . my eyes close again, head thrown back. 

" . . I'm gonna cum, Michael . . " 

My voice quiet, breathless. 

" . . mmhmm . . cum, my sexy girl . . " 

Michael says, lips still against my warmth. 

The palms of my hands against the wall. I moan out as I release. My breathing increasing slightly. 

" . . oh my god . . Michael . . . " Panting softy. 

"Come here baby . . " He says gently to me. 

He helps me off of him. Holding me, guiding me until I'm laying on the bed. I feel so dizzy but so bloody calm. I'm laying down with my back on the bed. Michael is hovering over my disorientated self . . palms on either side of my face. He leans in, his mouth next to my ear . . 

"Are you calm now, my girl? . . " He asks, huskily. 

" . . and maybe another dress is a good idea, baby girl . . " 

I just nod, licking and biting my lip at his seductive tone. 

I'm in a daze. The palms of my hands on his toned chest as he kisses me passionately. I feel the tip of his erect dick right at my dripping pussy. 

"I'm not gonna stop fucking you now, my girl . . " 

I open my eyes slightly. His eyes dark, completely alluring. Curls out and everywhere. His lips hovering over mine. He grabs both my hands, holding them up above my head. Before I can even attempt to say anything more . . his hard dick slides effortlessly inside me. My eyes close, head thrown back. His face in the crock of my neck, kissing my skin there. 

I moan out in complete ecstasy. 

"Oh Michael . . . oh baby . . . " 

to be continued.