Meant to Be
      Chapter 17 

I've vomited three times since the wedding. My nerves are shot and Theresa is pissed. She's standing outside the bathroom door screaming that I ruined her perfect day and humiliated her in front of her family and friends, but I don't fucking care. I told her to get ready for a life of misery, and I fucking meant it! Mother had to get the family doctor to prescribe some sedatives this afternoon in order for me to make it through the wedding. Without them, I wouldn't have been able to go through with it. The whole thing was a total joke. Not once during the wedding or reception did I try to disguise my feelings for Theresa, and it was pretty evident to everyone there that I don't love her. Bernard was beyond pissed and pulled me aside at one point to threaten me for about the hundredth time if I didn't straighten my ass up, and quick! I chose to ignore his request. Death at this point would be welcome.

After much fighting and a lot of threats over the past two days, I refused to go on a honeymoon with her. Realizing I had been pushed to my limit, she finally relented. As a compromise and for the sake of appearances, I agreed to stay the night at the hotel where the reception was being held, but that was it! So, here we are in the honeymoon suite of the finest hotel in Springfield, I'm hugging the toilet, and she's wearing a hole in the carpet as she paces back and forth outside the bathroom door screaming. What a fucking happy couple we are!

I've felt much better for some time now, but I can't bring myself to leave the safe haven of this bathroom. I sit for another ten minutes or so and realize I can't stay in here all night. I drag myself over to the sink, splash my face with water, and proceed to brush my teeth. Before I open the door, I sit on the edge of the tub for a few more minutes and think about Michelle. My heartbroken Michelle. Thoughts of her have consumed me since the day I left her. Drugs, and the strength of her love, are the only things that got me through today. Everywhere I looked, I saw her delicate, beautiful face smiling back at me. As Theresa walked down the aisle, I pictured Michelle. When we danced our first dance, she again became Michelle. I tried to imagine our future together and what our children would look like, but my daydreams were constantly being interrupted by her voice, a voice that echoed the dragging sound of fingernails on a chalkboard, chilling me to the bone. The voice of Theresa.

I open the bathroom door and amazingly enough, her whole demeanor has changed. She's sitting on the edge of the bed smiling a wicked smile as the black lace teddy she's attempting to wear, and failing rather badly at it I might add, barely covers her feminine areas. She's like a fucking chameleon, able to change her mood in an instant to suit her needs. And apparently right now, I'm her need du jour. She might as well have "fuck me" written on her forehead, and I laugh inwardly at how pathetically desperate she looks.

Not even acknowledging her presence, I gather some pillows off the bed, grab a blanket from the closet and begin making my bed on the floor. Just as my head hits the pillow, she begins sauntering over in my direction and I notice she has a wrapped package in her hand. I'm immediately reminded that we agreed to exchange wedding gifts, and I'm thankful I didn't forget to pick her up a little something. As I sit up on my makeshift bed, she places the gift in my lap and I smile at her and ooze sarcasm.

"Theresa darling! You really shouldn't have!"

"Come on Danny. You know how much I love you. I wanted to get you something special for our wedding day."

"And I'm so glad you did Theresa, because I got you something as well."

She shrieks with delight, completely oblivious to my sarcasm, her eyes dancing like the eyes of a child on Christmas morning. I get up to retrieve my gift and sit down on the floor next to her. She's still grinning from ear to ear.

"You go first Danny! I'm dying for you to see what I got you."

"Okay, okay......calm down. I'm opening it." I tear the paper off the package and an oblong velvet box reveals itself. Slowly, I open the lid and discover she's purchased me a diamond studded Rolex watch, complete with the inscription "Forever, Theresa." She leans in to kiss me and I turn my head as her lips land on my cheek. I fight the impulse to vomit again, and swallow hard as I push the vile liquid back down my throat and choke out a "thank you."

"Now you go," I say. She rips the box out of my hand and tears into it like a rabid animal feasting on fresh flesh and once again, I roll my eyes in disgust at her sheer desperation. The tissue paper lands in her lap as she digs deep into the box searching for her treasure and pulls out my wedding gift to her. A sinister smirk forms on my lips as her happy expression fades and is replaced by an expression of horror. She springs to her feet clutching my gift in her hands, and backs away in disbelief. "Is this some kind of a joke Danny?" I can't help but laugh as I respond.

"Actually, no. It isn't. But I gotta tell ya Theresa, I'm crushed! What's the matter, you don't like?" She's furious now and her voice turns into a high pitched shriek that would hurt even a dogs ears.

"LIKE?????? LIKE??????? I'LL SHOW YOU LIKE YOU SORRY BASTARD!!!!!!" She hurls the gift at me and I duck as it barely misses my head and slams into the wall. I rise to my feet, walk over to pick it up and calmly address her.

"Now what did you go and do that for Theresa? If I were you, I'd hold on to this. Chances are, you're gonna need it later."

"FUCK YOU DANNY!"

"No, No, No Theresa!" I say shaking my head back and forth. "You see........that's exactly what this is for." I hold the gift upright in my hand, displaying it to her in all it's glory. "I purposely purchased one for you that was very lifelike, complete with a set of latex balls and 3 vibrating speeds for your pleasure. It's the Cadillac of all dildos baby! It really is! I spent a fortune on this thing, not to mention humiliating myself when purchasing it! SO YOU KNOW WHAT? YOU BETTER GET USED TO FUCKING IT INSTEAD OF ME THERESA, BECAUSE THE DAY I FUCK YOU AGAIN WILL BE THE DAY I STOP LOVING MICHELLE AND THAT WILL NEVER, EVER HAPPEN! YOU GOT THAT!!!!??????

I've never seen her more furious as she slaps the dildo out of my hand and belts me across the face with a hard right. I grab my jaw after my head snaps back in position and grind my teeth as I slam my fist into the wall leaving a gaping hole and my knuckles bleeding. "SON OF A BITCH!!!! SON OF A BITCH!!!!," I scream. Seeing my fury, Theresa bolts for the bathroom and locks herself in just as I reach the door and kick it hard with my foot.

"YOU ASKED FOR THIS THERESA!! YOU ASKED FOR THIS! WHAT DID YOU THINK WAS GONNA HAPPEN, HUH? DID YOU THINK THAT MARRYING ME WOULD CHANGE THINGS? DID YOU????? I'M NEVER GONNA LOVE YOU THERESA.........NEVER! YOU KNEW THAT WHEN YOU FORCED ME TO MARRY YOU, SO YOU BETTER BUCKLE YOUR SEAT BELT SWEETHEART CAUSE IT'S GOING TO BE ONE FUCKING BUMPY RIDE!"

"GET OUT DANNY! JUST GET OUT! I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOUR FACE........DO YOU HEAR ME???? GET OUT!!!!!"

Gladly, I think! I'll assist in any way I can to get away from this bitch, so I'm more than happy to oblige. I throw on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, exit the room, and round the corner headed straight for the lobby to get myself a room for the night. I'm so pissed right now I can hardly see straight and I slam my already bloody knuckles into the wall again, numb to the pain I'm inflicting on myself.

"Danny?" I stop dead in my tracks. My mind is starting to play tricks on me. I grab the sides of my head, cover my ears, and continue walking. I miss her so goddamn bad. I'm starting to hear her voice calling my name.........needing me as much as I need her. It's finally happened, I think. I'm going insane. So many emotions flow through me and I can't take it anymore. My need for Michelle has finally done me in and I can't be with her right now when I need her the most. I fall into the wall, my ears still covered, and bang my forehead against the hard surface in an effort to rid my mind of her voice, but it comes again. Only this time, it's closer to me and it's crying.

"Danny?" I lean my cheek into the coldness of the wall, my tears staining the wallpaper, and open my eyes. I think they must be playing tricks on me now as well, because I see her. A blurry vision standing at the end of the corridor, perfect honey ringlets dangling about her shoulders, arms stretched out in front of her as if beckoning me to fall into their safe, loving, embrace. I squeeze my eyes shut and turn back into the wall, praying that when they re-open, the vision will still be there. One......two......three......four..........I slowly turn my head again, open my eyes, and ................. she is gone. My Michelle is gone and my heart sinks. I scrape my fingernails against the wallpaper trying to clutch onto something that will keep my knees from betraying me, and cry her name....... "Michelle.....Michelle.......," and then I feel her. Her fingers soft and cool against my feverish skin as they caress my cheek. Instinctively, my hand reaches up to feel for her.........to see if she's real, and my heart beats loudly as flesh meets flesh and I realize she is real. My Michelle is really here.

I turn to reach for her, my fingers grazing her soft, porcelain skin, and all that exists for me at this very moment is her. Her voice, her touch, her sad brown eyes spilling over with tears. And again, I speak her name.................. "Michelle."

Her whispering lips are my lifejacket as they brush across my own, "Danny.........", the tips of our noses barely making contact as we both relish in the intoxicating scent of each others bodies. Our hands touch and our fingers entwine, forming the anchor that keeps my feet firmly planted to the ground as her tongue darts out to lick my lips and taste my salty tears.

We are lost to the rest of the world. Oblivious to our surroundings and the obvious danger we are putting ourselves in. My right arm wraps about her tiny waist and effortlessly lifts her petite form off the ground, our lips never parting. I rotate our bodies and her back meets the wall as my tongue finds that sensitive spot between her neck and collarbone that only I know about. Her body goes flaccid as I lick at the secret place. She is my precious, unspoiled treasure, and I languish in the knowledge that no one but me will ever know the location of these secret areas. I pull back and smile at the look of contentment on her face and....................

"DANNY!"

SHIT! It's Theresa. Her screeching voice is echoing around the corner as she makes her way down the corridor seeking me out. She's apparently had a change of heart. I quickly clasp my hand over Michelle's mouth preventing her gasp from escaping and her panic stricken eyes dart back and forth, searching my own for answers about what to do. I release my hold, her back slides down the wall and her feet haven't even touched the ground before I grab her hand and run down the hall searching for a hiding place. I spot a small door on the left and reach for the knob, praying it isn't locked. My breath catches for a second, and then releases when I hear a click and the door opens. I all but shove Michelle inside and follow as I quietly pull the door closed and feel around in the dark for a lock on the inside knob. My shaking fingers locate the button and it clicks just as Theresa rounds the corner screaming my name. The sound of our breathing is bouncing off the walls and I whisper to Michelle to be quiet as I stroke her hand with my fingers. "Shhhh baby.......shhhh." She squeezes my hand tightly and we wait for Theresa's voice to fade away as she continues on her search, passing us by. I pull Michelle close and hug her tight, thankful we weren't caught.

"Michelle.........I'm so sorry baby.........so sorry. Everything's going to be o.k......I swear to you............I swear." She nods her head against my heaving chest, but doesn't speak, and I'm worried. I feel for her chin in the darkness and gently lift it up to meet my warm breath. I place a small, reassuring kiss on her tender lips and her body begins to relax.

"I was there Danny." Her voice is meek and trembling.

"Where baby, where?"

"At the wedding."

"What! Mich.............." I pull away, lowering my voice to a harsh whisper. "Jesus! What were you thinking?"

"I wasn't Danny, that's just it! I needed you so bad. I needed to see you. I've missed you so much...........and I thought..................I thought I could handle it, but I couldn't." She falls into my arms, her quiet sobs muffled by the pressing of her face into my chest. I stroke her hair and think how horrible it must have been for her. I couldn't even begin to fathom watching her marry another man.

"Shhh...........tell me what happened baby.....tell me."

"It was a mistake Danny. A horrible mistake. I watched you come out of that room with the priest and you looked so..............so sad. I wanted to run to you........to tell you I'd changed my mind, but I couldn't. I couldn't. I tried to leave, I did........but it was to late and I was trapped. Theresa had started down the aisle and I..............Danny.......God! She's so beautiful. What do you see in me????" The anger rises in me at her words and I fight to keep my voice lowered and harshly whisper as I shake her by the shoulders.

"Michelle!!!!! Stop it! Do you hear me? Stop it! Don't ever question my love for you and what it is I see in you. In your eyes, I see everything that is good and pure in this world. I see a life with you and our children......and hopefully, our children's children. You are not only exquisitely beautiful on the outside Michelle, but inside as well, and I will never, ever stop loving you. Never! Theresa is self-serving bitch Michelle! A wolf in sheep’s clothing. She is a worthless waste of human sperm and she will never hold a candle to you and all that you are. I love you Michelle.....only you and never anyone else!"

"Danny....I....."

"No! I don't want to hear it Michelle......."

"Please Danny. Let me finish. I don't doubt your love for me. I guess I just started doubting myself when I saw her and I shouldn't have done that. It was just so hard seeing you.........I can't even say it. I was wrong and I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

"Okay baby.....it's okay." I feel horrible for yelling at her, but she has to understand that she's my everything........not Theresa!

"As soon as I could, I ran from the church. I couldn't bare to watch you marry her. I was so upset Danny!" She cries again, re-living the whole nightmare. "I ran as fast as I could to my car and I fell. I fell and ripped my knee open, but I didn't feel it Danny.....I couldn't feel anything. I just kept going. My legs couldn't carry me fast enough. I finally made it to my car and collapsed on the seat. I sat up just in time to see you and Theresa leaving the church in the limo and I knew it was over. You had gone through with it and I wanted to die. I wanted to die……That should have been our wedding Danny! Our wedding!" My own tears fall freely down my face as she pounds her fists into my chest and I feel her pain. I want to make it go away and make everything right for her, but I can’t.

"You begged me to marry her Michelle! I don't understand. Are you telling me that if you had it to do all over again you would have ran with me?

"Yes................No!...............I don't know Danny! All I know is I thought I could handle it, and I can't. I hate the thought of her being with you and not me. Images of her trying to seduce you run through my mind and I............."

"Stop it!"

"I'm sorry......I'm sorry......I'm sorry. I can't help it Danny. I just love you so much and I don't know why God is punishing us like this. Why is he punishing us like this Danny? Why?

"I don't know why baby. I wish I had the answers, but I don't. I promise you we're going to find a way out of this Michelle! We are going to be together. We just need to believe in that........believe in each other!"

"I do Danny....I do." We fall into a few minutes of comfortable silence, gently stroking each other as we relish in the closeness of our bodies. I begin to wonder how she knew where I was.

"Michelle......."

"Hmmmm?"

"How did you know where to find me baby?"

"I followed you from the church and I've been sitting in the parking lot for the past 5 hours trying to get up the nerve to come up here. I knew that Theresa would eventually piss you off somehow and you would leave the room. I just waited patiently, and it paid off."

"Michelle.....you are such a goofball, but I love you baby and you have no idea how glad I am that you finally got up the nerve. Please, please just be more careful in the future! Promise me?"

"I promise Danny......I promise. What do we do now?"

"Well, I suppose we could search for a light switch. That might be helpful." My fingers fumble around in the darkness and find nothing.

"Shit! I can't see a thing in here."

"Can't you crack the door a bit to let some light in."

"No. We can't risk it. Theresa could be walking by."

"Hey! I've got some matches in my purse. Let me feel around.............wait...........gotcha! Here they are."

I open the box and pull out a match and strike it. The room is enveloped in a soft, faint glow and I see Michelle's face for the first time since entering the closet. She's gorgeous…….tear stained face and all, and I feel a surge of sexual desire pass through my groin when she smiles at me, her chocolate eyes twinkling with an impish gleam.

"What are you smiling at?"

"Oh nothing really."

"Hmmmm........doesn't look like nothing."

"You just make me smile, that's all."

"Well, I've seen that look in your eyes before Miss Bauer and if my memory serves me, I believe it led to quite a tantalizing feast that lasted for............Crap!" The match has burnt out and it singed the tip of my finger in the process. Once again, there is complete darkness.

"Let me kiss that little ole' burn for you baby," she says, grabbing for my hand and bringing my fingers to her lips.

"It really hurts," I whine.

"I'll make it feel better. Where does it hurt baby? Right here............or is it.........right here?" She kisses the tip of each finger, her soft lips feathering across each one as her tongue darts out to soothe my burnt flesh. My breathing deepens when her tongue wraps itself around my index finger and licks up and down, simulating an incredible blow job. I toss the matches aside, grab her hips and thrust them into my groin as I capture her bottom lip between my teeth and gently tug at it teasingly.

"I say fuck the lights."

"I say how about fucking me instead?" Jesus! My erection just became full blown and the zipper of my jeans threatens to split from the pressure at any second.

"Michelle! Please baby! You don't know what you do to me when you talk like that!"

"Oh...I think I have an idea. You like?"

"Like? Baby "Like" doesn't even begin to cover it. When you say things like that to me it makes me want to..........."

"Want to what Danny, fuck me?" My knees buckle and I fall to the floor. I reach around and unzip her skirt and it floats to the tile as I press my nose into her navel and breathe.

"Yes............Yes...........it makes me want to lay you down and bury myself deep into you. So deep that you pass out from coming too hard. I want to hear you scream my name over and over again Michelle........only my name..........."

My hands reach behind and squeeze her ass as I press her hard into me. I want to taste her now. I need to taste her now! I grasp her panties and yank hard, ripping them off in one clean sweep. She winces as the material briefly stings her flesh and cries my name. "Danny..........."

The sound of her whimpering voice only encourages me and the raw magnetism deep within me is so strong I lose control. I begin devouring her and the heat of her hands clinging to my face is unmistakable as her body trembles. She lifts her leg and hooks it over my shoulder, allowing me better access to the wet heat between her thighs. I plunge two fingers inside while my tongue and teeth nip at her swollen clitoris. Her hips gyrate upon my face and I press further into her tasting the sweet, flowing juices. Her silky mound tickles my nose and I slip another finger in as she falls back against the wall for support. Another finger disappears and soon all four are delving into her while my thumb feathers back and forth, up and down across the sensitive nub, driving her closer and closer to orgasm. I hear her head bang against the wall and the muffled screams of my name as she covers her own mouth in an attempt to be quiet. She's coming hard, and I continue rubbing as her body is swept out to sea by one, giant orgasmic wave. I remove my fingers and trace wet designs on the bare flesh of her thigh. She moans at the tickling sensation and removes her leg from my shoulder. I lean in for one final taste, but she is to quick and my tongue lashes out to meet her navel instead.

"Oh baby........please," I beg as she slides down to meet me. "Just one more taste." Feeling sorry for me, she feels for my hand, guides it to my lips and slowly pushes my juice soaked fingers into my mouth. I lick each one, savoring the sweet nectar as her own lips join me and our tongues entwine around my fingers, reveling in the taste. "Danny........that was so amazing baby. You make me come so hard….....”

“I’m not done yet baby,” I whisper. “I want to be in control…...in control of your pleasure…....to be able to please you as much as I want right now.”

“Let me please you Danny………..God I want you........"

I reach down and fumble with the buttons on her still remaining suit jacket and slide it off her shoulders as she pulls my shirt over my head, kissing my chest and the crook of my neck. My body shivers at the mere touch of her tongue and I realize my lack of sight has heightened my other senses as my body tingles. I remove her camisole and capture the hardened peak of her breast between my lips and gently suck as she blindly fumbles with the zipper to my jeans. I reach down to assist her, and my raging erection protrudes and springs forth when the fabric is removed and tossed to the side. Her confident fingers stroke me at a slow deliberate pace, driving me out of my mind, as she begins at the base and works her way up to the sensitive head, rubbing her thumb across the small opening, lubricating the shaft with my seeping fluid. My body quakes with anticipation and my muscles tense as she pushes me backwards into the darkness and my skin makes contact with the cold floor. She bites at my nipples and works her way down to my penis, nipping and licking as she goes. I’m ready for her to take me in her mouth, but she doesn’t. She’s teasing me mercilessly by licking all around the base while squeezing the hard sacks between her palms. The feeling is a mixture of pain, pleasure and agony and I want to grab her head and force her down on me, but I don’t. I wait to see what she has in store for me. It seems as minutes have passed and just when I think I can no longer take the torture, her hot, silky lips close tight around me and the breath I’ve been holding comes out in a gargled, grunting sound. “Uhhhhhhh…..Ahhhrgggggg……….Oh God….Oh God…..Oh God…………that’s it baby………….right there……..oh yes…….that’s the spot.” I am hers for the taking and I fully fill her mouth while she greedily licks and sucks as if she’s afraid I’m going to take it away from her. Never. Her rhythm is picking up now and the stroke of her tongue is fast and frenzied. My head rocks back and forth and I clutch her hair as I teeter on the edge. “Michelle………….I’m going to come baby………….I’m co-mi-ng………….” The dam breaks and the flood gates open as I come deep in her throat. She remains fixed on my throbbing organ until I am brought to completion and I am completely spent. She climbs on top of me, laying her head on my chest and neither one of us speak. No words are needed at this moment – we just need to catch our breath before we become one in the fullest sense of the word.

A few minutes pass and she stirs against my body, her leg grazing my once flaccid penis, which is quickly beginning to expand again. Sensing I am ready, she sits up and rubs the outer lips of her vagina against me causing her thighs to ache and her crotch to become even more moist. I rise to meet her and her hands entangle in my hair as she holds my head close to her swollen breasts. I gently place my hands on her hips and lower her down to me and we both moan with mutual ecstasy as I sink deep within, filling her void. Our breathing is synchronized and I whisper into her neck.

“God, you're so wet baby!"

“And you are so deliciously big Danny……….I…love…you……….”

Our tongues are on fire as they explore and taste the other. My juices intermingle with hers as I close my eyes and become a slave to the movement of her hips urging me deeper inside. Using the strength of my legs, I rock her forward, pick her up, and press her back into the wall as she wraps her legs around me, squeezing tight. My breath is shallow and sharp all at once and I know I won’t be able to last. Her own breathing is labored as she tells me she wants to come so I thrust hard and deep and take us both to the point of exultation. Our mouths are locked together, trying to avoid screaming, as there is a shared explosion, and then mutual exhaustion. We both stay pressed against the wall for a moment and then collapse, our bodies no longer having the strength to hold us up. We wrap our bodies together, whisper “I love you,” and as I drift off to sleep, I commit this night to memory as I can still taste her on the back of my tongue, mingled with my own juices, and I think to myself…………we taste good together.