For the Dream of 5 Years: Chapter Twenty-Seven: Move Over

Michelle pulled over in the garage, and some people were still working. She did not leave her car because she was afraid the mechanics would think she was coming for a car service and approach her; she did not want to be spotted there. There was no way of calling Dan, so she waited patiently in the car. Her phone rang; it was Stacy. "He is calling my phone. I didn't pick. I texted him that I was in a red Jeep at the garage. He is on his way, get ready," said Stacy over the phone. "Okay, thanks, dear. I'm here already," Michelle said. "Good luck, dear, make it count. Get all the rust removed, ha-ha," Stacy jokingly said, laughing so hard that she hurt Michelle's ear. Michelle hung up and rested her head on the steering wheel. Dan spotted the Jeep and walked over to it. He saw a woman resting her head on the steering wheel and moved closer. The woman’s brown neck stuck out of her white blouse, and some curly strands of her hair were on her skin. It reminded him about the day they were under the tree with Michelle when it was raining, and he confessed his love to her. "Not today Michelle," he said to himself. He bent a little to spot a pair of brown thighs sticking out of a short skirt. He spotted the boots. "Michelle, could this be Michelle? He mumbled to himself; his heart skipped a beat. He hurriedly knocked on the front driver's side window. Michelle rose from the steering wheel. He could not believe his eyes; he was confused, "Is this some trick? Is this you, curvy girl?" He asked, leaning in and resting his elbow on the window frame. "It is your twenty-fifth birthday, right? See, I kept my promise. I brought myself. The gift. Do with me as you wish," said Michelle, trying so hard not to expose her shock. Dave looked nothing like in the pictures. He was bigger, darker, and his eyes more intense and gentler. His lips were more succulent, fuller, and moved in a way she remembered when he started speaking. His arms were massive, so manly, and filled with bulging veins. His chin was covered with beards, his body not skinny any longer. He was lean and muscular, his cheekbones perfectly symmetrical. His nose was big enough to breathe for two, his voice so deep it made her tremble every time he spoke. Michelle opened the passenger's door and let Dan inside. He placed his gigantic body on the seat, making Michelle look like a child. He was too tall and handsome that he looked unreal. His big white teeth were nothing like those in a toothpaste advert when he smiled. "So, how have you been since the last elections?" Asked Michelle. Dan reached for her small, soft hand and cupped it in his hands. "I love you, Michelle. I have thought about you a million times since you shut me off your life. You changed your line and disappeared into thin air. I don't want to beat around the bush; so should you. What do you want? Be precise and clear," he said, looking deep into her eyes. Michelle could smell his scent; his breath reminded her of the time they kissed, and she wished she could lean forward and kiss him. She couldn't, and her car was not tinted; she was nervous. She kept quiet. "Can I kiss you?" Dan asked when he noted that she was a nerve-wreak. She nodded in approval. "Here or in my house?" He asked again, squeezing her hand gently with desire rising in him. Michelle nodded with approval. "Yes, to what, my house?" He asked, wanting to be more precise. She nodded again. "Okay, drive," he instructed. Michelle's hands trembled as she touched the steering. "Move over; I will drive," said Dan, trying to give way by moving further into the end of his seat. Michelle moved to Dan's seat, and he rose to pass over her. She loved the view of herself between his athletic legs, took in his deep scent, and wanted to grab him by the waist or thigh and stop him from moving over. Dan moved to the driver's seat, started the car, and drove off. He had Michelle's hand on his thigh all the time, massaging her fingers gently. He squeezed it a little at every street light, looking into her eyes and smiling. Michelle's heart was beating so fast that she helplessly blushed. She stole side glances of his muscular legs, so firm, and he studied how his long fingers navigated her long fingers. She couldn't wait to kiss his lips, drown in his scent, and make love to him. She had been sex-starved for a long time. She wanted to feel a man, a real man that would take her to a place she had never been taken before. Dave pulled over in front of an eye-catching house, a stand-alone castle so magnificent it looked as if it belonged to a billionaire. She hadn't realized how long or what route they had taken to the place. It was dark, but the street lights were lit enough to make her realize this house was elegant. No cars were parked outside, a sign that no one was home. The compound had beautiful scenery; even in the dark, she could tell it was nothing like what she had seen in real life. It was like a movie. Dan started the car again and drove to the back of the house after noticing how Michelle studied the place with incredulity. At the back, when Michelle stepped out of the car, she could tell the house sat on a vast land with a dense forest surrounding it. "What is this place?" Asked Michelle as she held Dan's hand. "Shhhhh, don't spoil the moment. Can I kiss you now?" Dan asked, moving so close that her breasts pressed against his turgid body. He lifted her by her armpits and placed her on the car bonnet. He dipped his long fingers under her lengthy hair, getting a grip of her head, gently and passionately kissing her. His mouth was warm and wet, and his tongue visited every corner of her mouth. He touched her breasts, and she gasped with desire. It was so cold outside, making her nipples erect and become so hard as a rock. He was hungry for her, he tried getting his hands under the blouse, under the bra, and when he couldn't, he ripped her blouse apart and undid her bra. It was so cold; her body was covered in goosebumps. "I'm cold..." Michelle whispered. "I'll turn you hot, and please you, my dearest curvy girl," he said, ripping off her skirt. "Why don't you use the zipper, Dan? What will I wear going back home?" Asked Michelle, trying to cover her naked body. "We will shop everything you need, curvy girl," he said, parting her legs and dipping his tongue inside her heavenly place. She lay on her back, adjusting herself properly to give him more room. The bonnet was cold, and the wind was blowing, but the warmth of Dan's mouth revived her spirit. She moaned, looking into the dark skies. There was no moon, and it was dark behind the house. The dim light from the lights in front of the house found its way where she lay, hands searching for Dan's head while he performed his magic on her. She was so excited; her heavenly place engorged beyond recognition, and her every nerve receptor was waiting to receive the happy massage. Her inside gathered all her juices, sending them out in a gush and washing Dan's face like tap water. "There! There curvy girl!" He said, feeling proficient, the forest echoing back his words. He helped her sit up, carried her in his arms, and headed to the door while kissing her breasts. He pressed a button on a small remote on his keys, and the door opened as he approached.