| Just Another Day at the Office Chapter 6 |
| *knock knock* "Yes, come in" I said, as I continued to work. "Hello, beautiful" Michael said. I nearly jumped out of my chair. "Hey Sexin' machine" I laughed as Michael shut the door and walked to my desk to give me a kiss. "Michael, I haven�t seen you in a week or two. What�s up?" I asked. "Well, I�ve been in the studio constantly, and recently I�ve just been going over some last minute details for an upcoming tour of Canada in the summer, but, I left you a few messages on your cell phone" Michael said. "Oh, I see. I�ve been so busy and I must have put my cell phone in one of the moving boxes by accident" I said. "Moving boxes?" Michael asked me. "Well, I forgot to tell you, but I�m moving out of my parents house" I said. "Since when?" Michael asked, looking puzzled. "Well, um today is Friday, so I guess I decided last Monday" I giggled. "Why are you moving out? Your family has a wonderful home" Michael asked. "Yeah, well, the house might be nice to look at, but to live in . . . I couldn�t stand it anymore" I said. "What happened, Justice?" Michael asked. "Well, my mom has been on my case for a while now. She yells at me because all of a sudden I�m going out with friends. Or with you. If she knew about that she would kill me, but the point is I can�t stand to be in there with her constantly judging every move I make as if I�m 10 years old again" I said. "I guess that must be awful, huh?" Michael said. "Well, yeah, it is. My whole life has been about work or school. I�ve always been shipped off to private school, or been around stuck up lawyers. For once in my life, I want to explore having fun, and my mom is getting upset, and the other thing is she thinks I�m a big slut or something. Every night, when I come home, she doesn�t forget to tell me how I lost her trust, and she�s ashamed that her only daughter is supposedly sleeping around, which I�m not" I said. "Why would your mother think something so awful?" Michael asked. "Well, I guess the condom wrapper in the backseat of my car a while back made up her mind. Oh yeah, and when she was looking in my underwear drawer, or, as she claims, putting socks away, she found the pill" I said, looking up at Michael, whose jaw had practically hit the ground. "Ohmigod, Justice, does she know its me?" Michael asked, looking terrified. "No, don�t worry, she doesn�t. She just figures I met some guy at work who I�m fooling around with, and that�s what�s changing my personality" I said, smiling. "Justice, this is not a time to joke! If your parents ever found out about us it would be the end of everything" Michael said, looking so nervous he looked like he might puke. "Well, she�s got some of it right, though. I did meet some guy at work, and I do fool around with him, and it has changed my personality" I said, as I sat on Mike�s lap. "Justice, this is no time to act cute or funny! This could blow up into something very serious, but what do you mean?" Michael said, trying to remain serious. "Well I did meet a guy at work, and I do like him a lot, and he is completely amazing in bed, even though we practically never fuck in a bed, and he did change me, because I know that when I�m with this special guy I can be myself, and don�t have to act a certain way, and he made me realize that no matter how old you are, you can still have fun" I said winking at Michael. "Heyyy, who is this guy. No, I�m kidding, I know it�s me" Michael said, laughing. "You?! I was talking about Angelo, the mail guy" I laughed, as Michael playfully pinched my butt. "Justice, you�re crazy, but that�s why I like you so much" Michael said, picking me up and kissing me. "Well, I�m already late for my meeting with Sony, so I�ll talk to you later, but, Justice, do you need any help moving?" Michael asked. "No, I�m alright. I�m almost fully moved into my condo already, I just have to wait till Monday for my furniture and appliances" I said. "Are you sure, because I could have a moving crew over there right now to settle you in, baby and that would allow you to come out tonight with me" Michael said, putting on a big, cheesy smile. "No thanks. The furniture company is bringing everything I bought over on Monday. I'd ask you over, but there�s nothing in there but a mattress" I said. "Hmmm, what else were we going to use? Hehe, I�m just kiddin with you, baby, but what�s the address?" Michael asked, smiling like he had just come up with a crazy idea. "Here, I wrote it down. What are you up to?" I asked, smiling. "Don�t worry about it" Michael said, laughing. "Michael, I�m going to be painting tonight, so don�t get any wacky ideas" I said, laughing. "Okay, honey, whatever. Well I�m late for my meeting. I�ll call you tonight" Michael said, giving me a quick kiss, and running out the door. *Later on that night* I must have looked really funny. I was dancing/painting in an old, tight, white, practically see-through tee shirt, and a pair of white shorts that must have looked like booty shorts, but barely even covered my booty, and looked like I had had them since I was a kid. My white tee shirt and shorts, as well as my legs and arms, were covered with splats of red and gold paint. My braids were in a high pony tail to keep them out of my face, and the paint. I had my `All for You� Janet CD playing, as I danced and painted all at the same time. "I bet you think this song is about you, don�t you, don�t you" I sang along with my CD. "Justice, I never knew you were a good dancer singer" Michael said from the door, smiling at me, his hands filled with different bags. "Ohmigod, Michael I never knew you were here!" I said, laughing at myself. "I let myself in because, after the thousandth knock on your door, with still no answer, I figured the music was too loud, and you couldn�t hear me" Michael laughed. "Michael, I can barely recognize you!" I said, looking at Michael. He was wearing baggy grey jogging pants, a black hooded sweatshirt, and a black fubu baseball cap. "This is how I usually dress when I�m not going out. I only wear the shiny, crazy stuff on stage. When I�m not on stage, I�ll wear anything" Michael said, taking off his hat. "Michael, do you need a hand?" I said, glancing down at the bags he was holding. "Um. . . Well, do you have anywhere I can put these?" Michael asked, looking around. "Here, let me grab some of those. You can put em on the kitchen counter. What is all that stuff?" I asked my sexy, thugged out Michael. "Here ya go" Michael said, taking out a big brown bag filled with Chinese food. "Mmm, smells good, thanks, baby" I said. "These are for you" Michael said, taking out a bunch of roses. "Ohmigod Michael, they�re beautiful! I would give you the biggest kiss right now, but I�m covered in paint. I must look hilarious" I said, walking over to the room I was painting and picking up a brush. I started to finish the spot I had started. "I think you look soo fine Justice" Michael said, smiling. He picked up a brush and started to help me paint, all the while looking me up and down, as he painted beside me. "Michael, you�re crazy" I laughed "No, Justice, you look so hot. I�m fo� real, girl" Michael said, walking over to me, putting his hands on my hips, and dropping the brush on the sheet I had on top of the carpet so the paint wouldn�t stain it. "Justice, those shorts are really making me hard" Michael said, putting his hands further down and placing them on my butt. He started to squeeze. "I can kinda tell you are getting hard" I looked up at him. "How�s that?" Michael asked. "I can feel you bulging through those baggy pants" I whispered in his ear. "Justice, you�re so fine girl" Michael said, kissing my neck. "Michael, you�re so sexy, and it�s really nice of you to say I look good when I�m covered in paint" I giggled, as he continued to kiss my neck and move his hand up towards my breasts. "Justice, I�m not lying. You look so good. I can see that big booty of yours good in those lil shorts, but there�s something wrong with the shorts" Michael said. "What�s that?" I giggled. "They would look a whole lot better on the floor" Michael said between kisses. "Justice, are you wearing a bra, baby?" Michael asked as he began to rub my breasts and pinch my already hard nipples. "No, why?" I said. "Because I can see your hard, dark nipples through your shirt, and I wanna lick them" Michael said. I loved how he was being so verbal. It turned me on hearing him talk like that while we were fooling around. He has such a sexy voice. "Michael, I want you now" I moaned, as Michael lifted up my tee shirt and kissed my nipples. He laid me down on the floor, even though the sheet I put down to protect the carpets was covered in paint splatters. He lay on top of me, and I could feel his hardness pushing up against my spot. His hands moved up and down the sides of my body, and then he started to pull down my shorts, exposing my pink panties. His tongue ran over my panties, and then he pulled my underwear down, and started to kiss my stomach. He took off my shirt and kissed my breasts before moving further and further down towards my wet spot. "Michael pleeaaseee" I moaned, waiting for his tongue to go inside me. "What do you want, Justice?" Michael asked. "I want it now" I moaned out. I couldn�t stand it anymore. "What? You want this?" Michael said, putting his tongue inside me. "Yes, yes I want that! Ohmigod yes Michael!" I moaned as I found myself already beginning to come. Then, Michael suddenly stopped. "Michael, please, I want it now" I moaned. "What is it?" Michael asked. "I want your fucking tongue inside me now, make me come now, Michael " I said. Michael simply looked up at me, with his curls hanging in front of his eyes. He smiled, then licked his lips and went back down to continue licking me, making me more and more wet. Michaels tongue was like a tornado as it twisted inside me. "Ohmigod, yeah. . . Yeah. . . Michael, ohmigod yes, I�m. . . I�mmm" I moaned loudly, as I held on to the back of Michaels head, gently pulling his curly hair as my whole body shook from the powerful orgasm he gave me. Michael slowly took his tongue out of me. He immediately inserted his long middle finger, and started to finger me softly, even as I was still shaking from his tongue. "Justice" Michael said. "Yes Michael" I said, moaning. "Have I ever told you I love you" Michael said. "I don�t think so" I said, opening my eyes, and gazing into his big brown ones while his fingers were still inside me. "I love you" Michael said. "I love you, too, Michael, but I want to prove to you how much" I said, kissing him. "You don�t need to prove anything" Michael said. "This is one of the ways I know how" I said, moving my hand down, and putting my hand over his humongous hard-on. "Yeah, baby, touch me, please" Michael moaned, as his eyes closed. "Touch you where, Michael?" I asked, as I took my hand off his dick. "My cock, now, please, I can�t wait anymore. I need it now!" Michael demanded, as he got even harder. I pushed him over onto his back, and sat on top of him. I pulled his pants down, and stroked his thick cock, before slowly placing myself on top of his throbbing hardness, so I could put all of him inside me. Once he was fully inside, I began to ride him, moving up and down on it. I opened my eyes to see Michael, his eyes closed and mouth opened wide. He held onto my breasts, and I felt him hitting my spot every time I ground on top of him. "Justice ohmigod, yeah!" Michael moaned, as his hands let go of my breasts and he held onto my ass to moved my hips on top of him instead. I began to bounce on to him harder and harder, as my breasts bounced, and my braids fell loosely in front of my eyes. "Michael ohmigod, yess . . . ohmigod. . . so gooodd. . . yeahh" I moaned, as I looked at my lovers. He had paint on his face, and in his hair, and red fingerprints on his chest from the red paint on my hands. "Justice your so fucking good" Michael moaned, as his eyes opened wide and he bit his bottom lip as we both came together. I got off him, and lay naked on the paint covered sheet and looked my paint covered man and just smiled. "Hey, Michael" I said "You wanna go wash up?" I asked, smiling at him. "Yeah, come on, baby" Michael said, picking me up and carrying me to the bathroom. |