"Why did your dad beat you, I mean, I would have beat that dude down back! And what's up with him calling you ugly, he needs to buy a mirror or something!" Michael laughed.

"I am ugly." He said sadly.

"Dude, you are the hottest out of your father and your five other brothers. All of your fans on Facebook even tell you that you are cute."

"You really think so?" He smiled. It was already dark even though it was only six, because it was winter. "I always thought I was hideous."

"No, your FATHER was hideous and still is! Bob the builder would look at him and say 'Dude, I can't fix that!'" Michael pulled me close to him and kissed me, tightening his grip on me and then releasing me.

"I'm sorry, it's just that... No one has ever made me feel so happy before." He touched his nose to mine and then got up. I undid part of my top as he turned off the main lights, closed the curtains and dimmed down the two lamps on the two end tables near by. He sat next to me, looking a bit nervous. The house was almost completely dark except for the two dim lamps.

"Wow, this is pretty romantic..." I put my hand on his leg, just to see what he would do. He pushed my hand away, threw off his jacket and unbuttoned his shirt quickly.

"You want to play, don't you?" He asked, pushing me over onto my back."By the way, cute bra." Part of my embroidered coral bra was showing because my shirt was half untied.

"Yeah, but we should---" He kissed me tenderly but roughly, and then he lied my head back over the arm of the couch. I pushed him away. "I was saying that we should go up to your room, just in case someone walks in."

"Who would walk in right now?"

"You are a sensational Pop Star. There's the answer. That and I don't have to let you in, I mean, it's my body."

"If I carry you upstairs, light candles, and bring you Champagne and a fresh-cut rose on a silver tray can we do it?"

"Yeah, a little cliché and just dim your lamps because candles scare me, but that sounds good!" I said. He kissed me and got up. Michael picked me up affectionately and brought me up the stairs. We got to his room and he lied me down on his bed again. He dimmed the lamps and left for a few minutes and then walked back in with a tray that had two fancy glasses and a fresh cut red rose that had just came from the rose bush plant in the breakfast nook.

"How's this?" He put the tray on the nightstand, poured two half-glasses and handed me one. "Romantic-but-cliché enough?" He chuckled.

"Yeah, cliché stuff is kinda cool sometimes, though. I mean, it's been overdone but it is still awesome." I laughed with him and took a sip.

"What up with the Twilight series, too? They just released 'Breaking Dawn part one' when they should already know that zombies are in, vampires and werewolves are old hat."

"Something I'm really itching to see is the Hunger Games, because I read the book and now I want to see the movie! It's too bad it is not out until next week, though."

"Or you can come with me to the Premiere the day after tomorrow. I already have my outfit, I've had it for eight months in advance planned out, and I bet we could bring you to one of those places where they hand-make the dresses. They could have it done early the next day with matching shoes and a handbag, I don't know how they do it!"

"That's insane!"

"I know, it is crazy! And the outfits ALWAYS come out so pretty and perfect... Just like you, pretty..." 

"And perfect like you." I said. He put the glass on the stand next to him and so did I. Michael unbuttoned his shirt that he redid earlier, and threw it off. He came closer to me and untied my shirt, pulling the string out of the holes one by one. I lied back as he slid it off and kissed my neck. He took the rose and touched the top part to my lips, and then he tenderly dragged it down my body until it got near my belly button, and then he gave me it. I smelled it, inhaling the sweet aroma.

"You're always so sweet... Do you ever get angry?" I asked him as he took my shoes off and slid off my clear panty hose stockings. He looked up at me.

"Only if someone hurts me or someone I love." He kissed my hand.

"Do I count?" I asked, wondering. "Or is it just your family?"

"Of course you count!" He laughed. Michael brought his lips to mine AGAIN and started to make out with me. I pushed him away in frustration.

"Look, are we going to do it or not?" I asked. "I really want to, and you apparently want to."

"What do you mean?" He asked.

"No offense, I love you and everything, but damn you are being so slow to progress."

"I'm sorry... I feel so nervous..." He said.

"Dude, your older brothers said on TV that you had sex with fans more than they had sex with their wives. How can you be nervous?!?"

"I've seriously never felt so happy with any other girl than you, so I feel kind of weird that we are getting into so close of a relationship." He explained. "It was easy with them, because I was so stressed out from my father harming me they wanted me to mess around with them to let off some steam."

"Sorry I didn't know..."

"No, really, it's okay. You seriously didn't know."

"Take as long as you need." I said. Michael started to kiss me again, and then after a few minutes got enough courage to pull off my bra. He then hesitated for a moment, but then he took my skirt and panties off and took off his pants. He was wearing black briefs, but didn't take them off! We made out for about another three or four minutes and then he took them off and spread my legs. He kneeled between my thighs and pulled a blanket over his lower back.

"How do you want to take it?" He asked in a shy voice.

"Just start slow and take it from there, I'll let you know if I want you to change it." As Michael brought his face to mine, I caressed his cheek with one of my hands. He slowly lowered himself into me and then injected me. I cried out in surprise, my eyes popped open. He was a lot larger than I thought he was going to be!

"Are you okay?" He asked in a worried voice.

"Of course I am, it's just that it's a lot tighter of a fit than I expected. Don't worry so much!"

"I just don't want to hurt the one I love so much."

"Well, you're not. Now stop stalling, silly." I laughed. He relaxed his head on my shoulder as he started in slowly. "Oh, that's the spot... Oh, right there... Ah!" I moaned in delight. "Can you go a little faster?"

"Why don't we do it slowly, but REALLY hard? I think that sounds like fun." He suggested, taking his head from my shoulder.

"Slow, hard, and romantic? I like that!" I sat up and let him come between my legs again. He threw the blanket off his lower back.

"You want serious? I'll give you serious if you want it!" Michael and I started to French Kiss as he wrapped his arms around me. I put my arms around his neck and he pulled me close. He injected my body again, jerking me violently as I closed my eyes and enjoyed it. His bangs were matted to his forehead with sweat, and I was almost literally STICKING to him. After about one or two minutes, he threw me flat down on the bed and went at a slow and harder pace. A little later he rested his head on my chest for about fifteen minutes.

"That was... So much fun... We should do it again one day..." I said, panting.

"Do you really think I was done already?" He smiled and kissed my bare breast.

"Yeah, why?"

"Let's do it insanely fast and hard now, just to see what it's like."

"I'm down with that!"

"Okay, just relax and don't hold back loud noises."

"Why do you want me to make noises?"

"I like the sound of you enjoying me, it motivates me to keep it going." He kissed me and started to bump me hard, and then he eventually went faster and faster until he was LITERALLY shaking the bed with me.

"OH! OH! OH! FUCK ME!!!" I screamed. Michael sat me up and threw me against the headboard. He kept on going quicker and quicker, he had me pinned up like a rag doll. We heard something like a CRACK. He stopped.

"What was that?" He asked, panting.

"I don't know." I lied my head down on a pillow and pulled the covers over my lower body. "But I am so freaking exhausted right now." Michael got under the covers and lied next to me. He took my hand.

"YOU are exhausted? I was the one dancing the mambo times eighty between your thighs!"

"Ah, good point." I looked up and saw the stern, wooden headboard had a big crack in the middle. "Damn, look at the headboard! You went TOO hard if you broke it!" Michael looked at it.

"I'm kind of proud of myself now." He smiled, put his head on my chest, and fell asleep.