Oops.I.did.it.again!

Her strawberry bubble gum scented breath tickles my nostrils and arouses my “other” senses when Britney purposefully leans in towards me and captures my mouth within hers.

We’ve been sat comfortably on the large leather sofa for the past two and a half hours and I guess you could say the position we’re now in is all thanks to the bottle of wine we’ve both shared. 

When I asked Britney the purpose of her visit she assured me it was all business related and that she wanted to discuss a possible collaboration with me. However, I didn’t realise until this very moment that the type of collaboration she was interested in had nothing to do with the musical kindwhatsoever. 

But me being me, well I was finding it hard (no pun intended) to say no to her mouth or her hands which had started to steadily make their way south towards my nether regions.

“Girl you’re gonna get me into trouble you know that?” 

“Mmmm,” is her only reply as she licks and sucks at the area just below my Adams apple.

Urgh if she keeps this up (sh!t I’m just full of puns tonight aren’t I?), well anyways like I was saying if she keeps this up there’s no way I’m gonna be able to back out and what I don’t need right now is to get my ass thrown into jail for this little cock tease! 

Even if she is doing a might fynnnne job of demonstrating her talented tongue skills, I guess she had to get to the top one way or another right?

‘No, no, stop it Mike!’ I hear that voice in my head say.

‘Break it off – NOW. Another piece of ass is NOT what you need right now Jackson, you hear me?’ 

Okay I think that was Jade’s voice I just heard inside my head!

“Uh, Brit, babe, hun…. Can you sto--- Oooo to the left a bit mmmmm yeah that it, yeah there’s my spot…”

Oh God it’s hopeless. I can’t… I don’t have the willpower… Oh dear Lord please don’t let her be a virgin.

My eyes clamp shut and I’m acutely aware that my breathing has picked up and I’m moaning like a dog in heat.

‘Okay you need to STOP now Jackson, come on man, just lift her off you and tell her to get going on her merry way.’

I…I… oh god…. Her tongue feels so good, oh sh!t I’m so hard right now.

“You smell so good Michaeeeeel,” she whispers in my ear before the little minx twirls her tongue inside a few times as her hand slowly rubs at the hard bulge beneath my pants.

“Oh God you need to stop,” I hear myself hiss, but my body betrays my words and next thing I know my fingers are digging into her hips and I’m grinding into her, trying my best to sooth this ache that’s steadily getting harder and harder with each passing second.

‘Jail bait Jackson that’s what you’ll be known from now on you hear me!’

F@ck off, I scream as loud as I can inside my head. I know what I’m doing, leave me alone. 

‘Yeah right, you mean like the time you banged that Latino pop star and ended up with the nastiest rash ever!’

That was a one off! I never tapped that a$$ again, I learnt my lesson! 

‘Did you Jackson? Did you really? Because by the looks of things you didn’t learn sh!t. This girl is a child – a CHILD you hear me!”

“Aaaaaarggggggggg,” I yell out in frustration which sees Britney jumping up from my lap and looking at me like a lost little puppy dog. 

“Michael… did I… do something wrong?” 

Oh god did her bottom lip just quiver? Please don’t cry on me!

“Uh sorry Brit, it’s just uh… well I don’t really think we should be doing this kind of thing… ya know I’m uh, well I’m old enough to be your father babe.”

“But I like you Michael, don’t you like me?” 

She starts to make a move towards me and ever so slowly I start to back away. Her quivering lip is now replaced with an upturned smirk and I swear if this girl didn’t look so sweet and innocent I would have bent her over the coffee table and had my wicked way with her – conscience or no conscience. 

“Well?” she asks, but what am I supposed to say? Tell the truth? The truth is I’d have to be blind, deaf and dumb to not like this chick in the physical sense, but I know I can’t keep getting myself into these predicaments, mainly for fear of:

a. I end up knocking up some random chick - again! (What you think Prince and Paris are my only children? Yeah right!)
b. I get thrown into prison for deflowering/raping a minor, 
c. The pres find out and they end up having a field day writing countless more sh!t articles about me, whilst having a good old laugh at me,
d. And finally, if this sh!t gets out I know Jade will crucify my ass. A year ago I wouldn’t have cared one iota, but, well things are different now. I’m trying to be different. Whi ch means little Miss “hit-me-baby-one-more-time” needs to get her a$$ gone and stat!

“Uh… of course I like you Brit, but--”


“But nothing Michael,” she says in a low seductive manner and before I know it she’s standing smack bang in front of me with her hands on my chest as she gives me that little lost puppy dog look again.


“You like me, I like you. We’re both adults-”


“We are?” I quickly interrupt. 


“Yes silly,” she chuckles lightly, “I’m nearly twenty-one.”


Well I’ll be damned! She’s more than legal! So what the hell am I worrying about? But before I can answer my silent question and let my conscience kick in once more, my mouth has already locked onto hers and just like that I guess you could say… oops I did it again!

What.You.See (Is.What.You.Get)!

“Uh, excuse me Mr. Jackson but you have a visitor sir.”

Is this guy for real? Does the words: 'I do not want to be disturbed by anyone for the next few hours' – mean a damn thing to this fool?

The look I throw him is more than enough for him to bow out of the room gracefully without a rebuttal before I go all Jackie Chan on his a$$. Well that is until Mother pops into my head and reminds me “manners Michael.”

“I’m sorry Marv,” I manage to say before he completely exits the room, “ just gimme a sec kay? I really need to make a phone call.”

“No problem sir, I’ll let the young lady know you’ll be out in a few.”

Young lady? Huh? I can't remember scheduling any appointments for today, especially with no young ladies!

Get it together Jackson, you need to speak to Jade remember?

I push the thoughts of my impromptu mystery visitor to the back of my mind and quickly dial Jades number before I chicken out altogether.

Please pick up, please pick up, please pick up. 

After the seventh ring my girl finally answers – or so I thought.

“Jade, girl please don’t hang up, I swear I can explain….” I ramble on for the next few minutes until I hear a throaty giggle that has me a little confused.

Wait. Did I dial the right number?

I look at the call screen of my cell and yup, it says “Jades Cell.”

So who the heck is this?

“Uhh is Jade there please?” I ask politely.

“Hmm that depends,” is the strange woman’s smokey reply.

“On what?”

“On who this is.”

“Well who are you?” I probe.

“I asked first.”

To say this woman’s husky voice wasn’t turning me on would be telling a bare faced lie. Even thought we’d only spoken a few words to each other she just had one of those voices. I’ve always been a sucker for talking on the telephone and women who had a raspy quality to their voice were a weakness of mine; hence marriage number one!

“Well my name is Michael.”

“Hmm I already know that, it says your name on the screen, but how d’ya know my girl?”

“Your girl?” I laugh. This has to be one of Jades “ghetto friends."

“Yeah my girl J, what’s so funny about that!”

“Okay babe calm down, you just sound a little….”

“A little what?”

“… spunky is all.”

“Mister, you have no idea. So ya gonna answer my question or what?”

“That depends,” her feistiness is seriously arousing more than my curiosity to find out exactly who she is. I shift slightly in my chair and readjust my little-big friend until... Ahhh that’s better!

“Okay I’ll play your game. That depends on what?”

“Gurllll I thought you’d never ask. It depends on what you’re wearing!” I smirk inwardly when she fails to shoot back a sassy reply – bingo! That shut the chick up. Hopefully now she’ll get off the phone and pass me over to Jade.

But boy was I wrong. Most chicks would have hung up on my a$$ by now. But not this little fish – I think I actually heard her moan when I asked her that question. This woman must be high!

“You have a sexxxxy voice,” she coes.

“Mmm well so do you,” is my reply.

“Are you f@cking Jade?” Woah that was a bit out of left field, wasn’t expecting that question!

“What? Huh? Uh no, no, I-I’m not,” I stammer. Sh!t way to go Jackson, now she's gonna think I am.

“But you’d like to yes?”

“Uhhh,” she’s got me there. More than anything, but I know that’s never going to happen. Heck she may not even speak to me ever again, never-mind about letting me get anywhere near her pun—

“Hmm I take that as a yes. If I was a man, I’d do her.”

Okay who is this chick and why haven’t I met her before now?

I cough repeatedly trying to dislodge the froggie that’s now stuck in the back of my throat and finally I gain my composure enough to ask—

“Girl what’s your name?”

“Nikita, but you can call me Kit as in Kitty Cat,” and I kid you not she actually purrs this into the phone.

Sh!t I think I may need a change of drawers before this call is through. Oh wait! I don't think I'm wearing any.

Well two can play at that game, “You mean as in pu$$y cat right?” Sorry but I couldn’t help myself. And hearing her hearty laugh crackle through the mouthpiece lets me know she doesn’t take offence to my little innuendo.

“Mmmm whatever floats your boat Mee-Kal.”

“You mean Michael right?”

“Whatever. So anyways Jade is sick can I take a message?”

“Am I boring you girl?”

“A little.”

Woah was that a stifled yawn I could hear? Me boring a woman? Never! If she only knew who she was really talking to right now, she’d be creaming her panties and begging me to stay on the line.

“Just let Jade know I called and tell her I need to speak to her urgently okay?”

“Sure thing Mee-Kal.”

“Michael,” I correct her again. If she’s trying to p!ss me off with her mispronunciation of my name, she’s no doubt succeeded.

“Whatever. I’ll tell her you called. Bye.”

“Wait, tell her I hope she feels bet--”

Before I can finish what I was going to say the dial tone rudely interrupts me. B!tch. She hung up on me? On me?

Ordinarily I’d be p!ssed. But the strange thing is, I’m actually kinda turned on by her blasé attitude towards me. It’s actually quite refreshing for a change. But let’s see if she keeps up that behaviour once we meet, because with a voice like honey and an attitude to boot, I knew I had to meet this girl one way or another. Just out of curiosity of course. After all she is Jades friend and she would no doubt have my guts for garters if I tried anything funny with her girl. But there’s no harm in looking every now and then is there?

Talking of looking, I guess I better go see who’s waiting for me.

A quick glance in the mirror to make sure I’m looking spruce enough for my mystery visitor and a dab of one of my many “smells” aka colognes and I’m all set.

I make my way towards the living room area of my suite and I’m immediately caught of guard when I see who it is waiting for me.

Her back is turned towards me, but I’d know that a$$ from anywhere. Her long blonde locks wildly cascade over her shapely shoulders and ends just above her delicious derrière. Shamelessly I continue to take in her appearance as I mindlessly lick my lips, my eyes trawl up and down her body trying to take in every curve and dip.

Her low slung jeans and short pink basque top leaves little to the imagination and when she spins around sensing my presence, I’m at a loss for words. Did she wear this outfit on purpose? I knew she was a little tease from some of the stuff her boyfriend had told me, but hawt damn is she trying to get a brother thrown into jail?

“Girl, does your momma know you leave the house looking like that?” is all I manage to say.

I watch the blonde buxom beauty twirl a strand of hair around her index finger whilst her mouth smacks open and shut chewing on a piece of gum.

“My momma came shopping with me when I bought these clothes. Don’t you like them?” she pouts, before loudly popping a bubble she's just blown.

‘Jackson, stay away from this one you hear me?’ my mind screams.

‘She’s jail bait,’ it taunts.

‘She has a boyfriend,’ it pleads.

'He looks up to you,' it reminds me.

‘What about Jade?’ it begs.

But no matter what my inner conscience throws at me, my jaw continues to hang slack, my eyes are fixed firmly on her assets which are bobbing up and down every time she inhales and exhales a breath, and unable to stop myself, I start to slowly swagger my way across the room towards her.

“Can I offer you a drink?” my mouth blurts out without my heads say so.

“I thought you’d never ask,” she drawls in that cute Southern accent of hers.

Have I ever mentioned how much of a sucker I am for accents? No?

Well let’s just say I need to start repenting right here, right now, because Lord help me, I think I’m about to sin!

Mojito.Madness!

She didn’t want to feel this way.

She didn’t want to feel hurt, let down or have her ego bruised. But knowing that their friendship would be tossed to the side every time he needed to get his leg over or “go chase his nut” as he liked to call it, was starting to irritate her more than ever.

For some unknown reason, she felt completely and utterly sick to her stomach just thinking about it. From day one he never once gave her any grand illusions as to what he really was – a womanizer, and he seemed to be a mighty damn proud one at that!

But lately, every time he mentioned one of his little “sex-capade’s” in passing, the mere thought of him being with another woman made her feel nauseas.

When did that happen?

Yes they had always been close. Yes they had each swapped intimate details including their previous relationships over the five years they’d known each other, but it had never bothered her in the past.

So what had changed?

Jesus Christmas when did this all get so complicated?

“Hey J you home?”

“In here Kit.”

Nikita or Kit as Jade affectionately dubbed her friend of eleven years only a week after they had met, were best of friends and had been ever since college. They had both attended UCLA (well Jade did, Kit only managed to stick it out for a measly six months until she decided to focus on her modelling career full time), had immediately bonded when they both discovered each other’s mutual love of fashion.

The first week had been hate at first sight. Nikita thought Jade was a little too snooty for her liking and Jade thought Nikita came across as some airhead bimbo. But then one day, when Nikita spotted Jade sporting something that looked a lot like a Dior creation fresh from the spring collection, she knew she was a girl after her own heart. Within minutes of introducing herself, Nikita made such an impact on Jade that thankfully she managed to push her pre conceptions of the leggy brunette to the side and ever since that day, they had been the best of buds.

Over the years they had become more like sisters. They shared apartments, cars, clothes, make-up, jewellery and sometimes had even dated the same guys. Although they hadn’t done that for a long time now, well not since ’94 anyway, when it all ended in tears. But to say they were close would be a complete understatement. They shared a special kind of bond which meant they were completely in tune with one another and it was exactly this intuitive streak which scared Jade right now. Kit had this “spidey” sense when it came to her friend – she always seemed to know when something was up. And even though she wasn’t in a very talkative mood right now, Jade knew Kit would find a way to make her talk one way or another.

‘Might as well perk myself up’ Jade thinks to herself ‘before the cat gets well and truly let out of the bag.’

After all, it hadn’t been as easy task over the years keeping hers and Michael friendship a secret, but the way she was feeling right now – well she wasn’t feeling all that confident that Kit wouldn’t fail to see past the miserable state she was in.

“Hey hot momma whatcha up to?”

“Baking cookies.”

“Oh sh!t what happened?”

Kit knew that when Jade brought out the baking tray and oven mitts something was most definitely up.

“Nothing happened, absolutely nothing, what you talking about, can’t a girl bake some cookies once in a while?”

Yup! Kit was right, something was most definitely awry. If Jade covered in cookie dough wasn’t proof enough, then the speed freak babble that was coming out of her mouth most certainly was.

“Okay J first of all step away from the bowl, put the whisk on the counter and back the f.uck up.” Kit was trying her very best to keep cool but she knew she was only a mili-second away from cracking up.

She just couldn’t help it. Jade was so easy to wind up and once she got her going she knew eventually she would spill the beans and get it all off her chest.

“Girl you trippin’, why are you here anyway? I thought you had a photo shoot today?”

“I did but that little f.ucker Jean-Claude cancelled on me at the last minute. But screw him. And by the way, don’t think I didn’t notice you changing the subject.”

“Hmp,” was Jades reply as she continued to frantically beat some eggs and flour together.

“I’ll get it out of you one way or another chica, but until then how about a Mojito or two eh?”

“Are you for real? It’s eleven o’clock in the morning?”

“And your point is?" Kit shrugged.

“Fine, Rum is in the pantry, Soda’s in the fridge. Line ‘em up I gotta go freshen up first.”

After a quick shower and change Jade made her way back towards the kitchen and couldn’t help herself from cracking up into a fit of giggles when she saw what Kit was up to.

The scene before Jade actually made her forget for a second or two about Michael and his shady a$$. And she had a funny feeling that this was exactly Kit’s intention – to make her forget for a while about whatever/whoever it was that was eating away at her and she couldn’t help but think how lucky she was to have a friend like her.

“Bay-be-bay-be-bay-beeeeeee, what’s it gonna be….” Kit was too busy miming into a wooden spoon to notice Jade stood in the doorway, or so Jade thought. With one arm firmly holding the utensil to her mouth and one arm twirling the air rapidly above her head, she continued to mime her way through one of Jade’s favourite songs until the chorus kicked in and then Jade couldn’t resist, she just had to join in with Kits wackiness.

“Do you want him, or do you want meeeeeeeee, cuz I want youuuuuuuuuu….” They both yell into the spoon whilst grinning at each other like a pair of loons. Right here, right now, this was reminding them both of the good old days when neither of them had a care in the world and the only thing they had to worry about was what they were gonna wear to the club on a Friday night.

‘Since when did life become so complicated?’ Jade thought to herself.

After the song finished they both crumpled into a fit of giggles and before long were both throwing back Mojitos like they were going out of fashion. When they got tired of mixing the concoction, they moved on to shots – neither seemed to mind that it wasn’t even noon yet.

They continued to reminisce and giggle like a pair of hyenas until Jade could feel the familiar wave of nausea was over her.

“Oh sh!t babe, I think I’m gonna--” before she could even say it, Jade clasped a hand firmly across her mouth, jumped up out of her seat and was bolting to the bathroom as though her life depended on it.

“Girl never could hold her drink!” Kit chuckled as she poured herself another shot.

“Damn this ish is good J, you don’t know what you’re missing, how about a little more Prince?” Kit yells out before turning up the sound system, mainly to drown out the noise come from the bathroom.

Before long the sound of Jodeci’s Freak Me Baby starts to emit from the kitchen counter and once again Kit is giggling like a silly schoolgirl with a crush.

“Hahahahaha girl when you gonna change this damn ringtone?” Kit holler’s down the hall to Jade.

“You want me to answer your cell for you babe?”

“URGGGGHHHHHHH UMMMPPPPPP URRRRRRGGGGGGG,” is Jade’s reply.

“I take that as a yes?” Kit chuckles to herself, before turning her attention back to Jades cell. Ooooo I wonder who Mykal is?