It was a bright, beautiful day. 9 a.m. and my parents had arrived home. April was in her bed asleep. Michael woke up at 7 and I woke up at 8. I came downstairs and Michael had already been in the kitchen making coffee for the two of us.

"Good morning beautiful"

"Good morning Michael." I say with a big smile.

He passes me a cup of coffee.

"Michael, we need to talk about last night before my parents get home."

"Yea, what about last night?"

"Okay, last night was good, it was amazing, but does that mean were a thing or ...?"

"If you want us to be a thing, I mean since the day I met you I knew you were special, your so beautiful."

"Honestly, if we're gonna be a thing, were going to have to start dating, but the only bad thing about that is I'm 18 and your 28."

"We're only 10 years apart, age is just a number, the point here is that I like you."

I start blushing and look straight into his eyes. I hear the door open. My mom walks into to kitchen and my father goes upstairs.

"Hey guys, I didn't think you to would be awake this early, could you pore me a cup a coffee."

"Good morning Mrs. Jones, here you go, I better get going, I need to shower and change." Michael giggled.

I smile. He winks at me.

"Wait Michael before you go, come and pass by the Olive Garden around 5:00, that's where we're having Ashley's dinner party."

"Uh yea, sure, no problem I'll be there. Bye Mrs. Jones. See you later Ashley." He winks.

"Bye Michael."
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"Ashley , I'm starting to think Michael isn't gay."

"Mom he's gay." I laugh in a sarcastic way.

She gives me a curious look.
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It was 2:30. My mother and I sat on the couch watching the news. My mother made reservations at the Olive Garden but they called and said that they closed down for 2 weeks because they found two dead rats behind that stove. GREAT! Just my luck. My mom helped me call my friends to tell to come over to me house instead but they said they had to cancel because they had other plans. "What Great Friends I Have." All of a sudden the phones rings.

"Mom, I'll get it!"

I picked up the phone, it was Michael.
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On the Phone. . .

"Hello?"

"Hey Ash."

"Oh hey Michael, what's up."

"Um, I have one more gift for you but I forgot to give it to, matter of fact I'll just give it to you at the Olive Gar-"

I cut him of.

"Michael the party is canceled." I say in a low tone.

"Well come on over and pick it up."

"Yea, give me 20 minutes."

We both hung up.
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I took my keys, grabbed my purse and took off in my car. I was driving and thinking about what Michael was going to give me. It felt like torture, just thinking about and somewhat stressful because my party was canceled. I finally arrived at Michael's house. It was cute. I knocked on the door. Then I heard "Come in" in a sexy voice. I walked in.

"Hello? Michael?"

It was pitch black and I couldn't help but turn on the lights. The lights were on and there Michael stood ass-naked and had a tie on. With a birthday cake in his hands.

"Michael what's all of this?" I giggle.

"Your third birthday gift, I figured you enjoyed the second one so here's the third."

I pull him by his tie closer to me. Our lips touch. He roughly kisses me, takes my shirt off and slips my shorts off including my tong I had on. He grabs my waste lefts on the counter, he scraped whip cream off the top of the cake and put it on my nipples and suck them clean. He was kissing my neck, thrusting inside of me and I couldn't help but moan really loudly.

"MICHAEL! yesss! yesss! yesss!"

"God, your so sexy!" he says.

Michael grabbed my waste and took me off the counter. He carried me all the to the couch while thrusting inside of me. He sat on the couch, I got up off him and get on my knees, I put my hand on his knees and start sucking his dick.

"Ashley your mouth is so good!"

We made love all night. It was finally 1:00 a.m. Me and Michael were laying in his bed.

"Ashley, can I tell you something."

"Yea Michael?"

"Sorry to say this but..."

"But what?"

I started to worry.

"I think I-I love you."

We were both looking up at the ceiling.

"I love you, too Michael

To be continued. . .