Michael's Point Of View ~

"Olivia, you sure you're feeling better? . . "

I call out to her from my room as I attempt to do up my tie on my suit in the body length mirror. It's the sweet sound of her delicate vocals that invade my ear, a smile immediately spreading on my lips that I swear will never leave every time I hear it. 

"Yes, Michael. It has been a few days now. I'm feeling much better, thanks! " She replies.

Oh I am so happy that Olivia is indeed feeling better. But at the same time, I'm sad. It's just, I loved taking care of her, looking after her. Just simply being the one that was there for her. I loved that role. To hear her call out for me if there was anything she may have needed or wished for. To something simple like going to the shops if she needed more cough medicine or something more delicate like holding her close until she fell asleep. But now, she's 100% in full health and of course I couldn't be happier, relieved for her to be back to her beautiful, sunny self. For tonight, I have booked a very fancy and oh so very special restaurant for Olivia's birthday. I do hope she loves it. I'm sure she will. The tap - tap of some kind of expensive yet fashionable high heel is heard throughout the hallway as she makes her way towards my bedroom. I look up into my mirror to see her standing in the doorway . . seeing my gorgeous girl wearing that dress . . again. She looks like an angel. 

I turn around to her face . . my tie still undone . . 

"Your wearing that red gown again, baby . . from Carly's wedding . . "

I say with a hint of daydream in my voice. Oops! I hope she didn't notice it. She walks over to me, her head looking down as her hands rest elegantly upon her gown as she comes closer and closer to me. 

"Yeah. You remember it, Michael? . . " She asks me. 

" . . how could I forget such a beautiful red piece of clothing, baby" I say, winking. 

She just giggles at me. My chocolate brown eyes locking onto her green emerald ones. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest. If only she knew how she makes me feel. 

"Here Michael - let me help you, babe . . " She says sweetly. 

She reaches her hands up to my tie around my neck. Her scent of coconut and vanilla mixed invades my nose. I clear my throat as she's only centimetres from my slightly trembling self. Finishing my tie, she comes even closer into me so there is no space between me, hugging me. Her arms wrapped around my neck. 

"Thank you for tonight, Michael. And for looking after me when I was sick . . " She says. Whispering it in my ear, a nervous giggle is heard in her voice. I feel her fingers comb softly through my curls in a very comforting way. This is beautiful to me . . this moment, right now. My arms responding to her warm gesture, wrapping themselves around her waist. 

"Your welcome, baby . . " I tell her. 

It was something I was more than happy to do. Because I'm in love with the girl. 

Simple. 

She breaks the embrace, a sweet smile on her face. Oh man. She's giving me a heart attack over here.  I'm feeling like that same 17 year old again, back to when I first saw her this gorgeous girl 10 years ago. Olivia was only 15 at the time. When I first saw her . . it was love at first sight for me. As soon as I met her . . I knew I didn't want anybody else. I just love her with everything that I have. 

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Olivia and I are greeted by a middle aged looking gentleman. He's dressed smartly in a suit, giving us a smile and a nod as we enter the restaurant . . walking towards me. 

"Good evening, ma'am . . sir. Do you have a reservation?" 

I nod. 

"Yes. A reservation under 'Jackson' . . " 

The man looks through an open book, running his finger along as he scans the page. 

"Yes, Mister Jackson . . please, right this way" He tell us politely. 

He gestures his hand out towards the rest of the fine diners before the three of us. We follow him. My hand on Olivia's back gently for her to walk in front of me. I take a look around the restaurant . . 

 Wow. 

It's very picturesque. Old fashioned and possibly ancient artworks and sculptures on display as they are seen to be carefully painted and crafted with every bit of detail in sight. Making their beautiful fossil look make this place just timeless. Large windows that seem to stretch for miles are slightly opened on their hinges for the wind to rush in and out of. In the background, the chime of such a gorgeous instrument . . looking in it's direction to see the beautiful gloss of a black grand piano. It's gonna be an amazing night. We are seated, Olivia sitting in front of those long, endless windows. The night stars look as if they are wrapping themselves around Olivia in a warm hug. 

She does look so beautiful. She picks up her menu, looking through all the fabulous options of foods that are printed before her.

"What looks good, Michael? . . " She asks me, although her eyes stay on the menu. 

You. 

I clear my throat, picking up my menu. Having a look through myself. 

"Um. I'm feeling like the spaghetti . . " I tell her giggling a little. Knowing how messy it is to eat.

We order. Our plates brought out rather fast, my eyes darting across the table and over to Olivia. I see her beautiful face light up as the waiter places her soup and garden salad in front of her. It's cute. She picks up her spoon from off the table and scoots it up, silently sipping it. Her lips stretching into a smile, a shy giggle is heard as she noticed me looking at her sweet eating. She places her hand over her mouth . . 

"What Michael? . . " She asks, giggling. 

I laugh at her girlish actions just now. "Nothing. Sorry baby didn't mean to stare . .  nice soup?" 

She grabs a napkin and gently daps clean her mouth. "Yes, thank you . . " She tells me. 

I twirl my fork into my spaghetti. Watching the pasta wrap onto my silverware. A rush of steam seeping up from my plate. I have a taste. Ooh my goodness.  It's amazing. 

"Liv . . you have got to try this . . " I say. 

Bringing my fork of spaghetti closer to her. she smiles and leans in, having a taste. 

" . . Michael, that is so nice . . good choice, baby . . " She says. 

We spend the rest of our dining evening drinking red wine from sparkling glasses. Eating the finest of foods with a beautiful view of her and the stars. 

Michael's Point Of View ~

Later that night. 

"Thank you for tonight, Michael . . it was perfect . . " She says softly. 

"Your welcome, baby . . "

Olivia and I are walking side by side, down along a quiet street. We decided to just walk home. It's not a long walk at all and beside we both may of had a little bit too much wine. It's a beautiful night anyways so why waste it? I put my arm around her, leaning closer to kiss her cheek. She giggles, putting her arm around me. Her head on my shoulder. She's wearing my jacket. She was cold, she said. Of course I would give it to her. 

"Come here . . I wanna show you something . . " I take her hand, running with her. 

I take her into a kind of forest area. Not too far in, still close so that we can see the lights of the city that we had left behind just now. I had found this beautiful little area only a few days ago. I stumbled on this place when I went to the store to buy Olivia more cough medicine and I just need to show her. She will love it. 

"Oh Michael . . it's beautiful here . . " She smiles, her eyes looking everywhere. 

She's breath taken. I knew it. She loves nature so much. As soon as I found this place, it had her name all over it. In sight, we see a small lake with soft, lovely green grass spread out with a huge tree right near the water. Olivia looks at me, letting go of my hand and walking towards the tree, standing underneath and looking up . . up at the blanket of stars above us. She sits down under the tree. I walk slowly over to her and sit down next to her, my back against the tree trunk. She laughs, knowing I want her near me. She scoots over to me with her back against my chest. Her hands on my knees, every so often running them up and down my thighs. I rest my chin on her naked shoulder, mentally thanking the gown designer for making the dress shoulder less. I love to smell and touch her skin as it's so exposed from the dress she's wearing. 

"Tonight was perfect, Michael . . thank you, baby . . " She says joyfully. 

I kiss her cheek. 

"Your welcome . . " I say to her. 

I begin kissing her shoulder, up the side of her neck. Her head falls back onto my shoulder. She moans softly. Oh God. That's what I love to hear. I bring my hands down to her thighs, slowly lifting up her red gown, grazing my fingertips along her now naked thighs. She whispers my name, I groan into her skin, feeling it heating up as the seconds tick past. I'm loving her response. She wants it and I'm going to give it to her. I carefully, very slowly hold onto her zip from on the back of her gown. She lets me . . she stands up . . letting it fall to the ground, pooling around her feet as they still sit in her heels. She then reaches her hands down, unbuckling her heels off and throwing them aside with her gown. She's beautiful, standing before me in her bra and panties. I'm growing in my pants. I stand up quickly . . walking to stand in front of her. I kiss her passionately, stripping off my suit, with the help of Olivia also. 

I have her naked . . against the tree trunk. Her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. She leans into me, kissing my neck. 

"Do it now, Michael . . I'm ready baby . . " She says into my skin. 

I waste no time. Sliding inside of her now soaked pussy. I can feel her walls expanding as my rock hard dick dives into her warm, fragile flesh. She moans. I move in and out of her almost immediately. God. She's amazing, just here with me and loving every move I make. I love the rush of excitement and true love as I do this with her, even though it's no more than friendship to her. 

I speed up . . 

"Ah! Yes, Michael that's it, baby . . keep going, please . . " She whispers. 

She's clinging onto me. Her head falling against the trunk of the large tree. I lean into her to kiss her softly. I can't help it, I just need to taste those lips of hers. She moans again in my mouth. I move faster and faster . . in and out . . in and out of her. 

"Olivia . . baby . . "

I whisper. Slowing down a little now, taking her sweet face gently in both my hands, looking into her eyes after she opens them tiredly, her lips slightly apart. I'm moving passionately slow now. I just want her to feel me . . every little bit of me. She closes her eyes again. 

"Yes, Michael . . oh . . oh my gosh . . " She moans, whispering. 

 I love watching her in pleasure. The pleasure that I'm giving her. I love that it's me, that it's my name that is released from her lips. I just love this. I start to speed up again. She moans loudly, making me let out a husky groan, her cute moans of pleasure turning me on. 

She's so close. 

"Michael . . Michael, baby  . . oh Michael . . " . . 

And with that, she releases. It's like rain, just beautifully pouring out of her. Drenching everything . . her legs, her thighs. She's still holding onto me, shaking. I rub my hand up and down her back to soothe her. 

"Shh . . baby . . " I whisper, holding her body close to me. 

I take a step back from the tree. Lying her on her back onto the soft grass. I hover over her, my hands of either side of her head. She smiles weakly. She suddenly wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me down to her, until I'm lying on top of her fragile body. Her hands gently holding my head to her chest, her fingers running through my damp curls. I can feel our hearts, pounding and trying to recover from our intense love making. Our heavy breathing is heard throughout this peaceful night. An end to a perfect evening, making love to her . . under the stars. 

to be continued.