VEE. Spending time with Michael, regardless of what we did, satisfied me greatly. Now that I had found someone who actually connected with me on an emotional, spiritual, physical, and sexual level, I was able to look back upon my life - and the men that accompanied me - and truly realize that they were doing nothing more than filling the space between what was the beginning and what I know now to be the ending. They were something to keep me temporarily satisfied until I found the real one, the right one, the one that caused me to stop mid-stride and say I’m done fucking looking. Everyone should find the one person that fills every void within them on a permanent level.

Michael Allen Ripton fills me up.

The search is over.

I do not want to live another day on this earth that doesn’t in some way include the presence of Michael. This man, in his own odd little way of living life, captured my heart and caused me to realize what I had been missing all along.

The only problem, and it wasn’t necessarily a problem, was that on the surface as well as on the inside, Michael was still a very large child.

“Fuck you Austin, put that skinny little bitch up on your shoulders,” I teetered on Michael’s shoulders as he clapped his hands together and growled.

“Dude, you don’t even know her, don’t call her that. Think of something else, or let’s just cook dinner as a group. There doesn’t have to be a winner and a loser,” Austin complained as he nodded toward Nikki.

Petite, blonde, and well dressed, Nikki stood beside Austin and appeared scared.

“Michael! That wasn’t very nice,” I shrugged at Nikki and Austin as I looked down at the top of Michael’s tan head.

“He didn’t mean it like that. He meant bitch in a good way,” I smiled.

“It’s okay,” Nikki did her best to provide a phony smile.

Michael, Austin, Nikki, and I had all gone to a movie together. In lieu of eating out, Michael had insisted we eat at home and have a relaxing evening together as a group. I had driven to the movie, because my car comfortably seated four adults. After the movie, we had driven to my home, and were now in the front yard. Michael decided that we should have a chicken fight to determine who was going to cook the meal and who was going to relax.

“It ain’t what you think. If you’ve never done it, it’s fun. He and I don’t fight. It’s you and it’s her. And you two are equal. Well hell, actually you are bigger,” Michael said as he let go of my right ankle and pointed toward Nikki.

“You try and knock her off my shoulders. She tries to knock you off of his. Whoever gets knocked off loses. The winner gets to sit and relax. The loser cooks. Come on, she’s been up there for ten minutes and my shoulders are startin’ to ache,” Michael complained.

Austin looked at Nikki and shrugged his shoulders. Dressed in black slacks, heels, and a peach colored sleeveless top, Nikki peered through her Cartier glasses at Austin and rolled her eyes. Truth be known, she looked like she needed knocked off of Austin’s shoulders - maybe just once.

Uppity little bitch.

“Kick off your shoes, it’ll be fun,” I lied.

Until I get a fistful of your blonde hair.

“Well, if I take off my glasses and shoes, maybe,” she sighed.

“Just place them on the porch. That way they won’t get hurt,” I smiled and rubbed Michael’s head.

After Bryan and I divorced, I wanted out of the home that we had shared for the extent of our marriage. I purchased the home that I was in now, which was in the middle of a gated neighborhood that consisted primarily of doctors, attorneys, and executives. As Austin crouched down and Nikki climbed onto his shoulders, I chuckled at what the neighbors would think.

Put that hair in a ponytail so I have something to hold on to.

“I love your hair,” I grinned.

“Dude, come on. Jesus,” Michael whined as Austin stood up, balancing Nikki on his shoulders.

“Oh my God. This is scary,” she squealed as Austin stood up.

Not as scary as when I yank your ass down.

“Okay how do we do this?” I smiled and clasped my hands together as I looked at Nikki’s skinny little chicken legs.

She didn’t stand a chance.

“You two try and knock each other off our shoulders. Whoever gets tipped over loses. It’s that easy. Ready?” Michael asked.

“Ready. You ready?” Austin looked up at Nikki.

“Ready,” she smiled.

“I guess so,” I grinned as I dug my heels into Michael’s chest.

“I’m not a fucking horse. You don’t have to kick me to get me to go,” Michael growled as he stomped through the grass toward Austin.

Nikki teetered back and forth across Austin’s shoulders. We were roughly the same size, but she was about two or three inches taller than I was. The entire night she hadn’t said two words, and seemed like a little stuck up bitch to me. I didn’t mind being around Austin, and in fact found him rather entertaining. She, on the other hand…

I reached out and attempted to grab her shoulders. As she leaned back, I ended up with a handful of her tits.

Wow.

She had very nice tits.

Probably fake.

I pushed against her boobs and attempted to topple her and end this quickly. As she fell backward, she reached up and grabbed my forearms, pulling me toward her. Michael, caught off balance, leaned toward Austin, laughing the entire time. As I fell forward into her, she continued to pull on my arms.

“Get her babe. Don’t let that skinny bitch get ya,” Michael screamed.

“She isn’t a skinny bitch. She’s a friend from high school,” Austin huffed as he tried to run to the right.

She may have been taller, but she was nowhere as strong as me. I pushed my forearms down against her grasp, grabbed a handful of her boobs again and squeezed hard.

She had really nice tits.

“Oh my god, she’s got my boobs,” she squealed as she let go of my arms and reached for my boobs.

I released her tits from my grasp and clutched her left ankle in my right hand. As I pulled forward on her leg, she toppled backward and screamed. Almost immediately, Austin grabbed her shin and pulled down with his hand, securing her place on his shoulders.

“Oh no you don’t,” Austin howled as he took off running across the yard.

As he came to a stop in the middle of the yard, Nikki almost fell off of his shoulders. As she tipped forward, she reached down and grabbed a handful of his hair and steadied herself. Michael immediately followed after Austin, screaming the entire time. I held my arms extended and screamed along with him. As Michael approached Austin, he slowed down somewhat. When he was about four feet in front of Austin he planted his feet and flexed the muscles on his tree stump sized legs. My weight on top of his shoulders caused him to take one more step than he had planned. We came to a halt about a foot in front of Austin and Nikki, and my hands immediately found her neck.

“Babe, I don’t think you can choke in a…” Michael said as he caught his breath.

Nikki closed her eyes and smiled as I squeezed her neck in my hands.

“Okay never mind, she looks like she likes it,” Michael laughed.

Nikki smiled and turned into putty in my hands. She really appeared to enjoy having my hands on her neck. I squeezed a little more firmly with both hands just to get her attention. In return, she relaxed and smiled.

Weird bitch.

As I let go of her neck her eyes widened and her mouth slowly formed a weird little frown. I reached down, grabbed each of her ankles, and pulled upward. As she toppled backward and I held her ankles in my hands, she made eye contact with me. If the look on her face could have spoken, it clearly would have said only one thing. She looked at me like Really? Really? You’re seriously going to do this to me?

Yes bitch, really.

I lifted her ankles over my head, and toppled her off of Austin’s shoulders and into the grass.

“Oh my God, that knocked the wind out of me,” she complained as she looked up from the ground.

“You’re a couple of fuckin’ losers. That’s what you are,” Michael laughed as he lifted me off of his shoulders.

“I really don’t think you landed very well. Here, let me help you up,” I said as I reached down and offered her my hand.

“We’ll cook dinner. That was fun. Grab your shoes and glasses and we’ll go in and relax. Maybe have some wine,” I said as I pulled her to her feet.

“We won, why are we gonna cook?” Michael whined as he placed his hands on his hips.

“Because they’re our guests,” I smiled.

“Our guests. I like the sound of that,” Michael grinned as he began walking toward the front door.

Being alone at home for years, I often thought of what it would be like to have guests over for dinner. A year ago, having a party or inviting a few couples as guests into my home was as far-fetched of a fantasy as anything could possibly be. Now, as the four of us walked down the hallway and into the living room, it had become a reality.

Some people, without a doubt, would look at having Michael in their life as being a problem. For me, not having Michael would be a problem. Having experienced what it was like to have Michael in my life, I couldn’t imagine trying to live even a moment without him.

“There’s a bathroom down the hallway on the left. And I’m sorry I knocked you down in the grass,” I said apologetically as I smiled at Nikki.

“That’s okay,” she smiled in return, “I’ll go wash my hands.”

“I’ll bring you some wine. There’s music over there, just pick something. Make yourselves at home,” I said to Austin as Nikki walked down the hallway toward the bathroom.

I turned to hug Michael and grinned, “Let’s go make dinner.”

“I still think it’s bullshit, but fine. Dude, don’t forget, you and that skinny bitch lost. You’re a couple of fuckin’ losers,” Michael laughed toward Austin as we walked away.

“Be nice, it isn’t her fault she’s a bitch,” I whispered as we walked toward the kitchen.

Once in the kitchen, I removed steak from the refrigerator, and what I needed to make salad and pasta. After looking over the wine options, I decided on a Coppola Rosso. While Michael sliced vegetables, I pre-heated the oven, uncorked the wine, and poured two glasses for our guests.

“I’m going to take this wine to Austin and Nikki,” I said as I wrapped my arms around Michael’s waist and gave him a hug.

“No, I’ll take it to ‘em. I have no idea of what to do with the steaks. So, you do that, I’ll take the wine,” he said as he wiped his hands on a towel.

“Fine, I’ll get the meat seasoned,” I agreed.

As I seasoned the meat and heated the skillet, Michael prepared the salad. Preparing dinner with him was satisfying on an entirely different level. It was almost as if we were a married couple preparing dinner. In many respects, I guess there’s not much difference between being married and dating one person exclusively. Ultimately it’s what you believe in your head, and how you treat the other person that matters.

“So you’re going to cook perfectly good steaks in a skillet and they’re going to be worth eating?” Michael asked.

“Believe me, they’ll be better than grilled, I promise. You pre-heat a cast-iron skillet to five hundred degrees, and cook them in the oven. They’re amazing, one of my specialties for sure. Will you ask them if they’ll eat kale in the salad? I don’t want to add it if they won’t eat it,” I asked as I pulled the kale from the refrigerator and began to rinse it in the sink.

“What the fuck is kale?” Michael asked.

“It’s…well it’s like lettuce, but kind of bitter and a weird texture, see?” I held up a handful for Michael to see.

”It’s crinkled. Okay, I’ll ask,” he said as he walked toward the hallway that led to the living room.

I rinsed the kale and began tearing it into manageable sized chunks for the salad. If Austin and Nikki didn’t want to eat it, Michael and I certainly could. As I was patting it dry, Michael came scurrying back into the kitchen – giggling like a child.

“What in the world did you do now?” I chuckled.

“You aren’t gonna fuckin’ believe it,” he whispered.

“What happened? Spilled the wine?” I raised my eyebrows in wonder.

“Fuck, hard sayin’ but nope. Not that. Just come look. Be quiet,” he whispered as he motioned to the hallway.

“They fall asleep?” I asked.

“Nope. Shhh. Be really quiet,” he motioned for me to follow as he tip-toed toward the living room.

Half way down the hallway, he stopped and motioned for me to stop. From where we stood, I could see into the edge of the living room, but not to the sofa where I expected Austin and Nikki were sitting. The music was playing fairly loudly, but as we stopped, over the music, I heard grunting.

“What the fuck are they doing?” I whispered.

“Shhhh,” he held his index finger to his lip.

As he motioned for me to walk ahead of him with his hand, I slowly walked past him and down the hall another six feet or so. As soon as my view to the living room opened up, I saw them.

Nikki, still wearing her top, was bent over the arm of the sofa, with her face buried in the cushions. She was naked from the waist down, and Austin was behind her, totally naked. One of Austin’s legs was raised over her back and he appeared to be smashing her head into the cushions of the couch with his foot as he fucked her very aggressively from behind.

Holy kinky shit.

Nikki’s a freak.

Slowly, I backed up to where I could no longer see them. I stood for a moment in disbelief of what I had witnessed, and walked down the hallway again quietly. As the room came into view again, Austin was still pounding away as Nikki grunted into the cushions of the couch.

I backed up until I bumped into Michael.

“Holy fuck. Are they really doing that in there?” I whispered as I pointed toward the living room.

Michael grinned, raised his eyebrows, and nodded his head slowly.

As Michael tiptoed toward the kitchen, I paused and attempted to recreate a visual of what I had witnessed. Incapable of much accuracy, I held my finger in the air, motioning for Michael to wait for me. Slowly and quietly, I walked to the opening in the hallway. As I peered around the corner, Austin was still in the same position. This time, Nikki’s face was so far into the cushions it appeared she was headless. The muscles on Austin’s thigh flared as he stomped her head into the couch and buried his cock into what I assumed was her pussy. I watched in awe for five seconds or so, and turned toward Michael who remained standing at the opening into the kitchen.

Squish.

Like a young school girl that had witnessed her best friend making out for the first time, I ran down the hallway toward Michael, giggling.

Squish.

Squish.

Squish.

“Okay, that’s just fucking hot as hell,” I whispered as I walked around Michael.

Michael ran into the kitchen before he spoke, “He’s flat giving it to her, that’s for sure.”

“What is the…did you see his foot?” I asked as I twisted my hips uncomfortably, pressing my right knee behind my left.

Squish.

“Head steppin’,” he whispered.

“Head what?”

“Steppin’. It’s a long story. Kace read about it in some dumb book. She brought up reading about it at dinner a while back and we all talked about it. Then, Dekk said he tried it and Kace loved it. Looks like Austin’s tryin’ it now,” he said quietly as he pulled a bar stool out from the bar.

As he reached for the barstool, I slid my hand into my pants, beneath my panties, and checked my pussy.

Soaked.

“You think you can do it?” I asked as I pulled my hand from my pants, excited at the thought of trying it.

“Oh, I don’t know, probably. I’m pretty limber,” he shrugged as he looked over his left shoulder.

“Well I’m ready to find out,” I sighed as I held my finger up for him to see.

“Well, I ain’t really lookin’ to have Nikki find us fucking in here. Or Austin for that matter,” Michael shrugged.

“Let’s go to the bedroom,” I tilted my head toward the hallway as I spoke.

“We got to walk by them,” he complained as he rocked back and forth on the stool.

“Do you not want to fuck me?” I asked.

“No, babe. I always want to fuck you,” he responded as he dropped the stool down on all four legs.

I’m so fucking horny I feel sick.

“Well, I’m not going to let them keep us from it. If they’re still fucking, we’ll walk past them. If they’re done, we’ll walk past them. I really don’t care. We’ll just walk past them and smile. All I know is that watching them fuck made me horny as hell, and I’m soaked,” I turned my palms up and stared, waiting for a response.

“You leading the way or am I?” he chuckled as he lowered himself from the stool.

I looked at Michael for a split second, and turned toward the hallway that led past the living room and into the bedroom. I turned back to face Michael and smiled a grin from ear to ear.

He scrunched his brow, stared, and whispered “Well, how we gonna do this?”

I kicked off my flats and smiled. As I took off down the hallway screaming, I realized that being exposed to Michael had brought out the inner child in me.

As I heard him screaming and thundering down the hallway behind me, I further realized that we were meant for each other.

And I loved the fact that in his presence I could be me.

Vivian Simon, Attorney at law.

Child at heart.