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“There’s still a few hours until… until 6.”
    Michael stepped into the doorway, putting one had at her waist, another cupping her cheek. “I’d like to kiss you again.”
    Not able to find her words, she leaned into him and their lips met, another soft kiss until … she jumped back when she felt his tongue against her lips.
    “I’m sorry, did I do something you don’t like?”
    Michaelia kept her distance. “I’m sorry, I don’t have any … I’ve never been … No one’s ever wanted to kiss me like that and I don’t know how to react.”
    Michael smiled. “May I teach you? May I have the honor of being your first?”
    Michaelia blushed again. “What do I do?”
    Michael stepped in close, this time, both hands on her face. “Just do what feels natural. If you don’t like something, step back a little. We can try again.”
    Michaelia nodded and Michael placed his lips on hers, adding a little pressure, his tongue coming out. She parted her lips, and felt his soft tongue invade her mouth. Her tongue met his and it was like she was a master at kissing. She melted into him, putting her arms around his neck as his hands moved from her face to her neck, cradling her head.
    After long minutes, they both came up for air. Michaelia opened her eyes, a little breathless.
    “That was very… nice. More than I ever expected, more than I ever thought it would be.”
    “Do you wish to go further? Or shall we stay here in the living room?”
    Michaelia’s heart beat wildly, she could hear her pulse in her ears. Was he actually asking what she thought he was asking? She looked down at herself, at the fat that was being trapped by a beautiful dress for the moment. Could she … could she actually let another person see her … like that?
    “Only if you want. But I know you are beautiful, even without the dress.”
    Michaelia shook her head. “No … I’m not. I have never been nor will I ever be a size two. Hell, never be a size ten. I can’t even stand to look at myself in the mirror very long.” She looked up into those vividly intense blue eyes. “How can you want … me? Like that?”
    “Because all I can see is what’s in the inside. Your soul is blindingly beautiful. The outer package doesn’t matter. When I saw your so-called friends today? You wouldn’t believe how gray their souls were. How tarnished.”
    “You can see all that? You can really see … me?”
    Michael nodded, placing his hands on her face and kissing her again. “This night is for you. We’ll do whatever you want. You want to talk, we’ll talk. You want to play Scrabble, we’ll play Scrabble. You want to make love, then we’ll make love.”
    Michaelia took a deep breath, closed her eyes and wondered if she was making the biggest mistake she’d ever make. Grasping his hand she led him to the bedroom; they stopped right next to the bed and he kissed her again, then unzipped her dress. She looked away for a moment, not wanting to see his expression once the dress fell. But his look never wavered as he undressed her, kissing every inch of exposed flesh. He took off his own clothes … she wanted to help but had no clue what to do. Then they were standing in front of each other, naked.
    He picked her up; she wanted to protest but he did it with such ease … like she was built like Tracie, size 0, light as a feather. Then he loomed over her, kissing her, bringing her to the heights of pleasure no vibrator could ever match. And when he entered her … there was some discomfort, but it lead to passion … passion that could never be found again. She held onto him orgasm after orgasm. And she whispered into his ear …. “I love you.”
    After making love for what seemed like hours, they both fell asleep. The chirping of birds woke them up and they looked at the clock. It was 5:55 in the morning. The 24 hours were almost up. He kissed her passionately.
    “I wish we had time for one more … “ He ended his words. His wishes didn’t