Chapter 4

A month had passed since Michael obtained August's phone number. By this time, he had told his assistant to call off the search for her. He had rather their first reunion in 23 years be in-person and he didn't want her to hang up the phone on him.

Since he concocted this whole party scheme, he might as well follow through with it. He often thought about saying screw the party and calling her up immediately because the waiting was becoming harder with each day.

"If I've gone 23 years without her, I can survive a few more months," he said to himself silently.

In recent weeks, Michael found himself in some embarrassing physical predicaments that he was successfully able to hide. Ever since he started planning the party, his mind continued to fantasize over his reunion with August.

Later that night in his bedroom, Michael needed to relieve some pent up sexual tension. As he laid alone in the dimly lit room, he thought of August kissing, stroking, and straddling him, causing him to become instantly hard, aching to cum inside of her. Placing his right hand around his aching wand, he began to stroke it gently while cupping his balls in the other. As a slight moan escaped his lips, he continued to rub his throbbing erection slowly.

In his fantasy, Michael pictured August taking him slowly into her mouth & pleasuring him into a complete state of ecstasy. When they dated, the most they had done was kiss and caress each other gently. Back in those days, he was still young & shy in his sexual exploration.

As Michael continued to stroke his sex, beads of sweat dripped down his forehead as pre-cum slicked his hands. "Ah, August... Baby, I need you", he moaned into the night. With a jolt, he bolted upright and orgasmed quickly.

He knew this relief was only temporary until the time would come when he would be face to face again with August. It was going to take a supreme strength not to ravish her at first glance. Though he felt a little guilty about masturbating to thoughts of her, something had to be done about his constant hard-on. It was embarrassing, and he knew of no other way to relieve the constant tension.

Before drifting off to sleep, Michael agonized over his need to pleasure himself. August wasn't some play-thing to him, and he still deeply cared for her. He didn't want to use the word 'love' just yet. People change & he had no idea of the type of person she was today.

"Please let her be the same," he whispered to himself. The August he knew was a warm, sweet, caring, and beautiful woman. His heart wouldn't be able to take it if she turned into some heartless monster.

With mixed emotions, he drifted off to sleep, thinking, "what if she is bitter or cold because of me?"


Michael awoke the next morning feeling better than the day before. He had invited his best friend Elizabeth Taylor over to help him plan this elusive party he was hosting.

He didn't want to tell her, "Yeah, this party is a cover-up to entrap a former girlfriend of mine." He cringed at the very thought of it, but that's exactly what it was. His heart was in the right place, but he was starting to feel a bit apprehensive about the whole thing.

As Michael watched Liz walk up to the main house, his stomach had begun to ache. "I know she is gonna ask me a million questions about why I'm having a party!" Then it dawned on him that his birthday was in August!

Growing up a Jehovah's Witness, Michael still hadn't gotten used to celebrating his birthday. Even after leaving the religion, he didn't celebrate it much. For his kids, he went all out on holidays and birthdays but his, not so much.

As Michael went to open the door for Liz, he was almost knocked down by Prince, Paris & Blanket as they rushed to the door, shouting, "Aunt Liz!"

Elizabeth wasn't their real aunt, of course, but she and Michael were family. So many times, when others failed to be there for him, she was the one friend that remained in his darkest hours.

"Settle down, settle down! Let her sit down first, please!" Though Michael loved his kids, the three could be a bit rambunctious at times. But otherwise, they were well-behaved kids.

Giving each a big long hug, Liz produced three small gifts from her bag. She was always giving the kids small tokens of her affection, something they looked forward to every time she visited Neverland.

"If it's candy you guys, hand it over!" Michael didn't mind them having candy but only on the weekend, and it was a school night. Sure enough, Liz's gifts happened to be Swedish chocolate.

Before sending them off to their next class, Michael assured them that they could have the candy on Saturday. The kids were homeschooled, so class was just over in one of the guesthouses.

Sitting down beside Liz, he gave her a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. Returning Michael's warm embrace, she asked him how were things going?

"Everything is ok, I guess. I have a photoshoot & interview with Ebony magazine, working on a new album, and I'm planning my Birthday party!" he said exuberantly!

Liz cocked her head to the side," since when do you like having birthday parties?" She looked at him quizzically.

"I just want to enjoy turning 49; I'm getting up there, you know." He laughed nervously.

"You're still a baby Michael" she gushed while giving his arm a tight squeeze.

After finalizing details of the party with Liz, He felt a sense of relief wash over him. The most significant aspect was out of the way, but the hardest part was yet to arrive.

@ Copyright 2018-2021 Midnight August Moon