True Meaning Of Sacrifice Ch. 03

When she was sure he was finished, Michelle lovingly continued to lick the underside of his prick, knowing he'd be too sensitive anywhere else. Mike laid back, floored by how aggressively she had just performed. He tried to get her to move up so he could kiss her.

She made a noise indicating her refusal while she continued her oral ministrations. He gave up trying after a moment and closed his eyes; unable to fight the pleasure she was bringing him. He felt himself beginning to get hard again, then suddenly her mouth was gone. He opened his eyes to see her slowly removing the robe, to reveal matching silk panties with no top.

She climbed onto the bed without removing her panties, dragging her breasts up his chest slowly. When she reached his face, she kissed him deeply. She paused, looking far more serious than the situation warranted, "Mike, I want you to understand, I love you more than anything."

Mike wondered about how serious she was being. It was possible that she was just trying to make up for how things had been, but he sensed something more behind her cryptic responses. "I love you too Michelle." He gently pulled her head down to kiss her. As their tongues met, he felt her hand on his prick. She pulled the panties to the side and rubbed the tip against her pussy, trying to find the opening.

With a loud moan, she sank down slowly until he was completely inside her. Mike could feel her shudder when their hips met. It began to register with him how important this was to her, although he wasn't sure why. She began riding him slowly, holding herself up by keeping her arms straight. As her tempo increased, she lowered herself until their chests met. Mike began to help, his hips rising to meet hers.

They moved together faster until Michelle felt an orgasm building. "Yes Mike, faster please! I'm...Yes!!!" she cried as she felt like her insides were on fire.

Mike quickly moved, spinning her underneath him. He pulled up her left leg and stayed as deep inside her as he could until she came down from her climax. Once she did, he took over. He began thrusting about half of his length into her as she started to sweat. He enjoyed the sensation of her pussy gripping him as he pulled further out each stroke until only the tip stayed inside her. He pulled all the way out and paused, causing Michelle to put her hands on his shoulders, trying to pull him back in.

After teasing her for a few moments, he slowly entered her and slid until their hips met. He took one of her breasts in his mouth, using his hand to caress it as he teased the nipple with his teeth. Michelle dug her nails into his shoulders, feeling another orgasm approaching. "Please don't tease me Mike, I just want to feel you inside me."

He moved his mouth back up to hers, again searching for her tongue. He wrapped his hands behind her back and stayed against her as his hips continued to move in rhythm with hers. Finally, he couldn't hold off his own orgasm any longer.

"Mikki, I'm cumming," he warned.

She nodded feverishly, "Please, I want to feel you cum inside me, baby."

Mike groaned and drove his hips into her several times before stopping, buried to the hilt. As he came, he squeezed her harder than he meant to, leaving several small bruises. Michelle arched off the bed and screamed as his reaction pushed her over the edge for the second time.

They stayed locked together for several minutes. Neither of them wanted to spoil the mood, although their individual reasons for their concern couldn't have been more different. Mike couldn't get over how she acted; it was so much like the old Michelle, although a bit more zealous. He was considering what he'd been afraid to think about before, that her behavior might be a result of what she had been doing for Ryan, when Michelle finally spoke.

"Mike," she started apprehensively, "I have something I have to tell you." He looked at her cautiously, noticing what appeared to be tears in her eyes. "Just before you had your accident, something happened at the office party after you left." She paused for a moment, trying to gather her courage.

"Wait Michelle," he interrupted, trying to think quickly. "I want to grab us a drink first. Can I get you some wine?" She nodded, grateful for a few seconds to collect herself.

Mike threw on his boxers and hurried down the stairs, cursing his luck. "I can't believe she decided to tell me now!" he thought. "What the hell am I supposed to do?" He thought for a moment, then picked up the phone and dialed quickly.

"Hello," said the voice at the other end.

"Stacy, it's Mike, we've got a problem. Michelle wants to tell me what's going on."

There was dead silence for a moment. "She decided to tell you now? Do you know why?"

He thought for a moment. "I don't know. She's been acting strange all night like this was supposed to be a celebration or..."

"Mike...Mike... are you there? What's going on?"

"Stacy," he said slowly, "I think she's planning on saying goodbye." He thought about how happy she had been the last few days and it hit him that she might have finally decided she couldn't live with herself going back to Ryan.

"You don't think she'd hurt herself, do you?" Stacy asked, obviously concerned.

"I don't think that's it. Look, I need you to call back and talk to her. I don't know how I can put her off without letting her know that something's up. You have to find a way to talk her out of it. I'm not sure I can protect her without following the plan and everything will go to shit if she tells me. It will be even worse if she finds out I already know." He hung up the phone and went to the kitchen.

Mike was getting the wine a couple of minutes later when the phone rang. "Mikki," he yelled up the stairs, "Can you grab that?" He hoped that Stacy could find some way to get her to wait, there was far too much at stake to stop now.

In the bedroom, Michelle picked up the phone, "Hello."

"Hey, it's me," Stacy said. "I wanted to let you know that I have an idea that might just work." She proceeded to explain what she was planning for the next day. Michelle told her that it was over; she was going to tell him and let Mike decide what to do next. Stacy begged her to wait another week. If Mike found out, there was no way of knowing what he might do and she might never get the chance to prove Ryan's involvement or her innocence.

After a short argument, Michelle agreed to wait. Part of her was relieved to have a little more time with Mike, but she was afraid she wouldn't be able to go through this again. After a full weekend with her husband, she doubted her resolve even more. She decided she'd make the best of whatever time she had left with Mike, then worry about the rest when it happened.

He waited for a few more minutes, then headed back upstairs. When he entered the room, he saw Michelle sitting on the bed looking out of the window. "Honey, here's the wine," he said, handing her a glass. He watched her expression and tentatively asked, "Was there something you wanted to talk about?"

She didn't look at him as she answered. "No, it can wait. Could we just stay here in bed for a while?"

Mike hated having to make her wait, knowing that she finally got up the courage to tell him. There was just no way to be sure he'd be able to do things his way if she knew what was going on. He climbed into bed and held her, trying to comfort Michelle, no longer feeling it necessary to pretend.

Michelle sat quietly, thinking about what almost happened and what triggered it.

After the last, brutal meeting, then finding Mike gone, Michelle found herself on the verge of collapse. The way he cared for her the rest of the weekend not only helped her recover emotionally, it made her realize that she couldn't be selfish any longer. She had to finally admit to herself that Mike could take care of himself now that he had recovered completely from his 'accident'.

While he was out of town, she decided that she had to tell him the truth, even though she believed it would be the end for them. He hadn't done anything to deserve this and she couldn't lie to him any more. She planned a special dinner and a night of love making to leave him some positive memory of her. After they were finished, she planned on telling him, then going back to her parents to give him time to decide what to do.

Things had gone better than she could have hoped. Dinner was wonderful, the sex afterwards was beautiful, and surprisingly, not tainted by the things that had been happening to her. She rolled over to look at Mike sleeping beside her. She cried quietly as she wondered how she'd ever get up the courage to do the right thing again.

The next Monday, Ryan summoned her but it was work related and nothing else was mentioned. Thursday, he finally let her know he hadn't forgotten her.

"So, have you enjoyed your little vacation?"

"What do you want Ryan?" she said with some condescension.

He glared at her, "Don't you ever disrespect me again. Do I need to ask Tony to talk to you about that attitude?"

That caught her attention. "I'm sorry Ryan," she mumbled. "I didn't mean to upset you. I am busy getting things together for the audit and wasn't trying to be disrespectful. Please forgive me."

"That's better. You have another meeting this weekend; I'll need you to work with Keith again. I understand he was very happy with you, so keep it up. He's very important to our plans. I'm waiting for confirmation because he's been out all week, but he set this up right after the last one, so I know he's looking forward to it."

Michelle looked down at the floor. "All right, I'll be ready."

She left his office deep in thought. "Not Keith!" Her 'meeting' with him a month ago was the worst of all. It started like the others, but he seemed to actually care about her. He took his time and talked to her like it was a real date. When he asked her to come to his room, she thought he looked uncertain. He definitely didn't behave like someone who knew what she had been ordered to do, or why she was obeying.

Once in his room, he was kind and tender. He treated her like a girlfriend, not the company whore. He took his time and tried to arouse her before worrying about himself. He was a good lover and came close to making her forget why she was there. When she closed the door behind her at the end of the night, she couldn't make it to the elevator before the tears overcame her. She never imagined herself enjoying any part of what was happening and it crushed her that a part of her actually liked Keith.

She couldn't face Mike afterward, so called him with an excuse about Stacy getting dumped and needing to take care of her. When she arrived at Stacy's, they had talked for hours. Her friend finally convinced her that what happened was inevitable. After the horrible treatment she had endured, someone treating her with warmth and affection was going to make her feel good.

After the last week feeling so close to Mike again, she couldn't bear the thought of going back to obeying Ryan. Especially with someone treating her like a lover. It made her feel despicable. Her eyes watered as she thought about facing her husband now.

Stacy was disturbed by Michelle's version of the conversation. "This sounds like you're starting to identify with the people who are hurting you. You better keep your head clear. Keith is not a nice guy. He got to have sex with you as a reward for diverting business to Ryan. He's a piece of shit like the rest of them and he's just fucking with your head."

Michelle thought before responding, "You might be right but I didn't get that feeling from him. It doesn't matter, I don't have any choice...unless I tell Mike."

"Well, let's cross that bridge when we come to it. We have until Saturday to work something out." Stacy smiled quickly to herself trying to not let Michelle see.

Friday came and there was no phone call from Ryan. Michelle was anxious all weekend but he never bothered her. When he called her into his office Monday, she asked what had happened.

"No one knows," he said. "The son of a bitch hasn't been to work in over a week and didn't tell anyone where he was going. If he thinks he's going to screw me over, he's got another thing coming."

Michelle went back to her office; grateful she had a little more time to try to find something to help her against Ryan. It would be easier to tell Mike if she could prove that she wasn't a willing participant. She didn't know if it would help him to forgive her, but she couldn't face the thought that he might not believe the truth.

On Friday, Stacy was waiting anxiously for Michelle when she arrived at work. "Ok, tonight's the night."

Michelle wasn't sure about her friend's plan. "Are you sure you can trust him? What happens if you're wrong? Besides, I'm not sure I want you to do something like this for me."

Stacy looked at her friend with some amusement. "You're not sure that you want me to get laid after the worlds longest dry spell with a decent guy who has liked me for over a year? Gee, it's a tough sacrifice, but I'm willing to jump on the grenade," she said with a smile.

Michelle couldn't suppress a laugh. "I just don't want you to do anything you're not comfortable with, all right smart-ass?"

Stacy waited a moment, happy to share a laugh with her old friend. It was one of the few there had been in the last couple of months. Then she became more serious. "I trust Alan. He's a really nice guy. I wouldn't take any chances with you or Mike. You know that. We've been trying to get something solid on Ryan since this started and haven't gotten anywhere. We need help if we're ever going to nail that slimy son of a bitch."

Michelle agreed to let Stacy make the decision about what to tell Alan and when. Even though her friend was trying to be cavalier about deciding to try to seduce the young man from the IT Department, Michelle knew it was no small thing. She could only hope that Alan was worth it, Stacy had been an amazingly loyal friend and deserved someone to make her feel good for a change.

As his car pulled up to the address Stacy had given him, Alan marveled at his good fortune. He had developed a crush on the beautiful brunette shortly after meeting her when he first started at the company. He did desktop support, so often had to go out to the different departments to recover files, install software, and troubleshoot problems. Any time a call came in to their department for help in Stacy's section of the building, his coworkers knew to give the call to Alan or he would make their life a living hell.

Since the first time he laid eyes on her, Alan had tried everything he could think of to get Stacy to notice him, without any success. She was the type of woman who usually dated good-looking, confident men. The kind who would take a woman out for a wild night on the town and sweep her off her feet. Alan was shy and reserved, a little bit of a geek. Despite that, his personality won him a lot of friends and women always appreciated his thoughtfulness.

Growing up, he had always treated women with the utmost respect because that's how he'd been raised. Unfortunately, he usually found himself passed over in favor of guys who were more exciting, only to listen to the girls later lament how badly they'd been treated. It was a vicious cycle, one he'd never fully broken out of.

Although he did date through college and since graduation, he only had a few girlfriends he had slept with and none that had been truly serious. He was a little too much of a romantic, expecting the right situation to just fall in his lap instead of going out and finding it. Despite the knowledge that she'd never notice someone like him, Alan constantly fawned over Stacy hoping he could find a way to convince her to give him a chance.

Thursday, he got a call to work on her computer and was blown away when she actually began flirting with him. She had always been nice, but never indicated she was interested in him at all. After a brief conversation that went much better than anything he could have hoped for, he took a huge risk (for him) and asked her out. She happily said yes and suggested dinner and a movie. About a minute after he got back to his office, a cheer went up from his coworkers that could be heard all the way down the hall.

By Friday, his coworkers had begun hazing him, giving him gifts of condoms, sex toys and self-help books on dating. Although embarrassed, he took the teasing in stride knowing it was done by people who really were happy for him. Now that it had become such a big deal, he only hoped he wouldn't crash and burn on the first date.

When Stacy answered the door, Alan felt a lump in his throat. She was gorgeous. Stacy was wearing a black skirt and a matching top with no straps. She had large breasts and the cleavage she was displaying caused him a great deal of discomfort. "Stacy," he stammered, "I can't take you to the movies dressed like that."

She smiled at the compliment. "Well, let's do dinner and see what we feel like afterwards."

They had a good dinner complete with excellent banter. Once Alan got over his initial intimidation, he found that he liked Stacy as much for her quick wit and strong opinions as he did for her looks. For her part, Stacy was surprised at what a great sense of humor he had. He scored big points when he insisted on pulling her chair out and opening doors for her. She grinned a secret smile, knowing he was going to get lucky no matter what, but she found herself looking forward to the end of the night more and more.

They went out for drinks when they finished at the restaurant. Stacy was able to coax him out on the dance floor after a couple of strong drinks and a shot. Although he was just average at ordinary dancing, Stacy was pleasantly surprised that he was very good at slow dancing. It was fun for her because she didn't have to deal with the pawing that most of the men she dated engaged in. Alan was a gentlemen, he seemed to enjoy dancing with her for the fun of it, not just to cop a feel.

After about an hour, she realized that she had lost track of time because she was having so much fun. She was getting ready to suggest they leave when the DJ started a Brian Setzer song. Suddenly she found herself being spun around the dance floor like a top. About a minute into the song, most of the people stopped dancing to watch the skilled couple. When it ended, he dipped her deeply, being careful not to accidentally cause her to pop out of her top.

Stacy felt her cheeks blush as the crowd erupted in applause. "All right," she laughed, "Now I need some air."

When they made it outside, she couldn't help but ask in amazement, "Where did you learn how to dance like that?"

Alan beamed with pride. "There's a place by where I live that has swing dancing every weekend with a live band. They do lessons before the show starts, then have a couple of hours of music. It's one of my favorite things to do."

"Well, that sounds like an excellent idea for next time." She couldn't help but notice his pleased expression at her mention of a second date. "I've never met anyone I couldn't keep up with on the dance floor. I'm not sure I like it," she teased. "Why don't you take me home and we can discuss you giving me some lessons?"

On the way back to her place, Alan's nervousness returned. He started thinking about what he should do when they got back to her apartment. He didn't want to blow the date by being too forward, but he didn't want her to think he was a wimp either.

Stacy was lost in her own thoughts. She had been looking forward to a night with nothing to worry about except herself, at least until the end when she needed to recruit Alan's help. After spending the evening with him, she had begun looking forward to the last part of the date much more than she had anticipated. Even though Alan wasn't her usual type of man to go out with, he had done everything right all night. Stacy couldn't remember the last date she had that was this much fun.