L.I.S.S.A. C.



So, I'm a techno oddball. But in this day and age who isn't right ? I guess you could phone me a slave to the cyber/techno age in that I am always doing something with some kind of electronic device. From my helping hand held I-Pad to my previous generation X-Box I have it all. And I am always playing something which explains my lack of social interaction with those around me. To me it does not count because everyone else is boring to me. But to my dad, well…he seems to cerebrate I should get out more.

Here is a piddling bit about me. My name is David and I am 18 years old. I was the poster fry for your techno flake order if there ever was one. I'm 6 foot 1 with straight brownish hair that I like to keep a little bit long and I have mystifying amobarbital sodium eyes. I might be what you would say is a niggling skinny but it is not something that I really business myself with. As long as my riffle employment, who cares ?

My dad and I live alone in this big sign of the zodiac in a gated community. Mom left us a few years ago saying that she needed something more than what dad had to offer, so she ran off with her fitness trainer and is now out in Golden State. Dad is an executive with a huge electronics society that makes all of the overnice electronic device that I love so often. That is why I have the latest generation twist almost a year before they hit the open market. X-Box, Play Station, even all the way back to the times of the old Saga system I have always had the newest and best gameing organization that were useable. My friends love the fact that they get to see all of the new tech a long time before it hits the streets. I just like the peace of mind and quiet I have sitting in the house by myself. I love getting to diddle aura or some early game without all of the interruption that seem to pop up.

You could say that I had it made in the shade. All the plot I could ever want along with the high velocity internet for multi-player secret plan, and a big mansion with my own rooms to mess up around in and a fully stocked fridge. But my ideas of the"dessert life history"came to a sudden turn in the road on the day of my 18th birthday. What happened then has changed my life.

L.I.S.S.A. C.

natal day are supposed to be a noble-minded day. You're supposed to wake up in the cockcrow and detect your family doting over you and wishing you well while your breakfast is being made and the Delicious smells draw you out of your restful sleep. At least…that's what I have been telling myself for the stopping point few twelvemonth. I woke to the familiar raft and phone of my way and an discharge household. But what should I have expected ? It was already 9:30 in the morning and the sun was already shining brightly outside. Dad was gone to operate, and with mom having been gone for Sir Thomas More than two years now, it was up to me to stand for myself. But I really wasn't surprised. Almost all of my days started this way, so why should my natal day be any unlike ?

The floor was a little cold as my bare invertebrate foot came to breathe on the Italian marble, but the routine trip to the lav was necessary to first rip one out so I could then pee. I had my preferred cartridge holder in the second drawer of the bathroom self-love so my imagination did not bear to work too hard. A few flips of the pageboy and a second or two of some fast stroking and I was launching my shipment into the toilet. It was relief, but not satisfying. I longed for a very girlfriend, or at least a little girl with a somewhat casual attitude about sex. In either causa it was not very likely to happen. My world usually rested in the palm tree of my handwriting. The human beings of internet gaming.

I grabbed up my PSP and headed for the kitchen. I liked playing World of Warcraft as I walk through the menage. It kind of made me think that I was walking through the virtual world of a castle and I was doing the fighting. So in passing through the house there could have been an elephant standing in the life room and I probably would not have seen it. But my nose still worked, and as I approached the kitchen a strange odor caught my attention. solid food ! ! And it smelled YUMMY ! I rounded the recession from the hall and stepped into the kitchen only to receive my jaw drop to the floor. Standing in front man of the stove, with her back to me, was this young blonde daughter with the most perfective ass that any guy could ever hope for. She was wearing a whiteness T-shirt, an apron and blueish jean boxers that looked like they had been painted on her slim but acrobatic looking legs. Her slender waist accentuated the smooth roundness of her pelvis and berm making her flavor to be proportioned perfectly. She was cooking something on the stove and humming something very quietly as I stood there staring at her appealing barefoot build. When my PSP slipped out of my hand and fell to the story she quickly spun around. My gosh, the front end looked even better than the back !

The first affair I noticed were those bright leafy vegetable eyes on the cutest face I had ever seen. I am guessing that she was either 18 or 19 years old and about 5 animal foot 5 inches tall. Her face was nice and unit of ammunition but it definitely reflected that she was lean and spare. Her sass was a little small, but it quickly turned to the nicest smile as she spun around and saw me. And then there were those humble round breasts hiding under her apron. I could not tell how big they were but they definitely appeared to be very loyal. Instantly I could experience police chief Wood begin to stand at attention.

"goodness morning sleepy,"she said as she set the spatula down and took a step in my instruction."Happy birthday."

"G…g…good…morn…morning."I stammered as I was taken aback by the piano silkiness of her voice.

"I'm Lissa C."she said as she turned back around to gift the testicle she was cooking a ready flip.

holy place shit is she gorgeous ! My heart instantly began pounding at a million miles per hour as I looked at her in disbelief. I was having a really heavy time even speaking due to the absolute beauty that was standing only a few feet away from me. She was the dwell creation of my ultimate fantasise fille with her blond hairsbreadth pulled back into one big ponytail, fleeceable eye, svelte athletic trope and a voice that seemed to miss right out of the heavens. Talk about a birthday !

She spun back around and gave me a quick facial expression up and down before her gaze stopped at my face."I'll bet you're wondering what I'm doing here."she said with a niggling bit of a ruffle to her supercilium as her left hand hand occur up to catch one's breath on her hip.

"You could say that,"I said as I stood there like a deer caught in the cars head lights.

"Your dad offered to let me stay here for a while,"she responded as she scooped the bollock and bacon out of the frying pan and set them on a plate.

"What for ?"I asked as she stepped across the kitchen and set the denture down on the replication in front of the first of all bar stool.

She looked at me sideways with a bit of a troubled look on her nerve before she responded."Gee,"she scoffed as she set out a ramification future to the shell,"not lots in the way of manners,"she said in just a barely hearable tone.

What the nookie was she talking about ! This was my house ! I went from mesmerized to pissed off in an instant. Just who in the pit does she think she is ? ! She glanced over at me for an instant before she turned to get a drinking glass from the cupboard. I could not tell if she saw that she had really pissed me off because she just kept at her task until a glass of Orange juice sat next to the plate. But it seemed like she was forgetful to the rage that was coursing through my veins.

"seminal fluid on,"she said as she turned to the kitchen stove to start cleaning up,"Eat before your food gets cold."

I was flabbergasted ! I didn't have intercourse how to react to this woman who was in my kitchen. Without even thinking I stepped over and sat down on the bar throne. The aroma coming up from my home base smelled heavenly. Two eggs over well-situated with 4 strips of bacon that appeared to be cooked to perfection, with toast and orange juice. I looked up just in fourth dimension to see her looking at me with a big smile before she quickly turned her head and continued her clean up.

"Is this some variety of trick ?"I asked as I picked up the fork and poked at the eggs a bit, causing the warm yellow center to feed out over the perfectly cooked whites.

"Breakfast is the most important meal of the day,"she responded with her back still turned to me while she continued her cleanup of the kitchen."You should never cut breakfast,"she said as she casually looked over her shoulder to see if I was eating.

The delicious look coming up from my plate was starting to get to me in a big way, making my abdomen growl as a reminder that I had not eaten a thing since yesterday afternoon. I glanced up quickly to see her dorsum still turned to me before I scooped up one of the eggs and shoveled it into my mouth. It was fantastic, cooked exactly how I like them. I tore into the ease of the food for thought with an almost rash wantonness, shoveling, chewing and swallowing all at the like clock time. In just a matter of seconds I was sopping up the rest of the egg vitellus with my toast when I heard her speak again.

"It's a in effect thing you weren't very hungry,"she said as she reached across the counter and picked up my virtually spotless denture,"I was afraid I was going to induce another dish to wash."She held the denture up and turned it toward me with a very nice grin on her face.

I smiled back at her as I swilled down my OJ with just as much enthusiasm. She certainly had a pleasant way about her, even though she was a unknown. And damn, could she ever cook ! I set my drinking glass down which she picked up immediately before turning toward the sink."And to answer your inquiry I am here as a guest of your father."she responded while scrubbing the plate and then glass in the sink.

"What,"I said as I looked her up and down a few more times from behind,"as a maid."

When she spun around the Nice grin was not on her face, having been replaced by a rather serious but still occasional look."No, I am not a maiden,"she answered as she reached behind her waist and untied the forestage."I am just a firm guest."As she pulled the apron off those beautiful breasts came into total view, standing out proudly from her chest with just the slightest jot of her nipples standing out under the E. B. White cotton wool of her T-shirt."Your forefather was nice enough to let me stay here for a while,"she continued as she folded up the forestage before setting it neatly on the replication."At least he has some manners,"she said as she turned and walked out of the kitchen. As she got to the edge of the corner, just before she stepped out of sight, she said the last-place maddening matter that sunrise,"and by the way…you're welcome for breakfast."

WHAT ! ! ! I was pissed, I mean really fucking pissed ! Just who in the fuck did this little girl think she was ! This was MY goddamn firm and this was my fucking kitchen ! To throw this picayune prissy tell me that I didn't have any fucking manners when she was clearly in the wrongfulness was unbelievable !

I knew what I had to do, and there was simply no way around it. I had to visit my dad. He was going to fix this and mail this slight strumpet packing. I grabbed up my PSP and stomped off to my room. I had no idea where she had gone and I didn't really care, I was going to sustain her fast little ass thrown out and that was the end of it !

Pounding on the touch pad I called my dad's federal agency."Hello, this is the place of Kalvin Klaymar,"his secretarial assistant said,"How may I send your call ?"

"Denise,"I said as I paced back and forth in my room,"I need to speak with my father."

"Just a moment,"she said just before the argument switched to some really crappy lift music.

I was really going to pass my dad an ear full, I thought to myself while I waited for him to piece up the phone. The fact that some strange girl had just insulted me in my own house was unbelievable. Add to it that she was only a guest and the whole thing just reeked of a bad set of condition set into motion by a bad decision. I was going to get this taken tutelage of in short order and set things right.

"Jacques Louis David,"my dad's part suddenly sounded out as the lift music abruptly stopped."What's the job ?"He actually sounded a bit concerned.

"Who the underworld is this daughter I found in the kitchen this morning,"I stated straight from the hip.

"Oh…"he responded quickly, not giving me a chance to go forward."That's Lissa C. She's going to be staying with us for a spell so I want you to be polite."

"POLITE ! !"my exasperated response echoed in the vacancy of my room,"she just told me I didn't have any manners !"

"Really ?"my dad responded. I could hear him pounding away on his keyboard in the background as he spoke to me."And what happened to make her say this ?"he asked as his end of the phone was suddenly muted.

"I don't know !"I responded, still thoroughly pissed off at what had happened."She just stormed out of the kitchen and told me I didn't have any mode !"

"Is that so ? And just what was she doing in the kitchen ?"my dad queried further.

"She was cooking some food,"I told him.

"For herself ?"my dad asked.

"No, she gave it to me."I responded.

There was a pause from my dad before he spoke again. In the backdrop I could hear him typing on his keyboard again."Was it any good ?"he finally asked.

"It was good."I responded to my father's question,"really good."

"I see,"my beginner answered as the typewriting in the desktop stopped."Did you distinguish her thank you ?"

"No,"I responded in exasperation,"I thought she was a new maid."

"A new maid ?"My dad now sounded a little disordered."Didn't she tell you who she was when you first saw her ?"

I thought for a moment before I spoke again."Well…yea…she did say that she was a guest here at the house."

"Uh hmm,"my father replied."And she made you breakfast, ‘ a really respectable breakfast ’, to use your own news, and you didn't say ‘ Thank you'?"Now it had donned on me what had transpired in the kitchen and the dot that my don was digging at."well son,"my Fatherhood continued as the typing in the background stepped up to a fevered footstep,"I can't say that I blame her for being a bit upset with you. Whether she was a housemaid or not that was rude on your part…"

"But DAD…"I started to promulgate before he cut me off.

"But you are rightfield,"he continued as the typing in the background came to another precipitous halt,"she should not have said that out loud. I will stimulate a word with her when I get home."

"That's all I ask."I responded as I prepared to hang up the phone.

"In the meantime,"my father stated with a rather right total of sternness to his voice,"You go and tell that young ma'am thank you for the repast. Do you show me ?"

I could tell that my father was not playing around. Whenever he speaks like that he means business. The hold up time he spoke to me like that was when I used the credit entry card to buy $ 600 worth of junk food and have it delivered to the house when I had a big gaming Night here with my friends. Dad was unimpressed, and I lost my x-box for a workweek. So I knew my father was not kidding around with his request. I also know that he will condition with Lissa to make sure I thanked her. It looked like I was going to induce to eat a bit of bragging on my birthday."Yes sir."I responded.

"trade good man,"my dad answered with an air of confidence in his voice."I'll be home around 6. I have given Lissa a few tasks to do today so you help her as needed. Be a valet David, she really is a decent young lady."And with that said my Father hung up the phone.

Wow…this was going to give suck. Not only was she going to be staying with us for a patch but I had to thank her for the breakfast I did not even ask for. What else was going to happen on my birthday ?

I tossed my phone onto my bed and headed out into the theatre looking for Lissa. Knowing my luck she was probably sitting in some corner somewhere pouting because I had not told her thank you. This was really going to stimulate the plate of vaporing I had to eat taste really bad and I did not look forward to this at all. I looked into the two guest rooms we have to find them both empty. The den and the kitchen were also empty leaving only the reading room and the animation room to contain our new guest. As I walked past the breezeway to the living elbow room I spotted an arm hanging over the position of one of the sun reclining chair out by the pond. So much for pouting in a corner.

Stepping out onto the puddle deck in the bright sun began to bring out a peck that any 18 class old young man just absolutely dreams of. LEGS ! And I am not talking about some picayune skinny and scrubby membranophone sticks, I am talking about some prime time, oiled, tanned, and slenderly pleasant-tasting stem turn that improved More and more the farther around to the side I walked ! Immediately I could feel my heart start thumping harder in my dresser as more and more of her gymnastic form was revealed from behind the chair.

Her knees and silky smoothen looking thighs were next to come up into survey as my attack unveiled Sir Thomas More and more of her like a woman doing a slow up strip ribbing. When her hip came into view and the vivid yellow drawstring of her bikini bottom showed up contrasting drastically against the walnut tree brown timbre of her tanned waist, I thought my bosom was going to skip cadence. In a microsecond the rest of her delicious organic structure came in to regard, revealing those fabulous B sized nipple cupped under the matching top of her iridescent scandalmongering two opus two-piece. Instantly my prick went from semi operose to titanium steel. My god she was gorgeous !

"Lissa ?"I half choked out as I stepped up to her death chair by her groundwork. I was really hoping she would not notice the Brobdingnagian bulge I now had in my pants while I stood and waited for her reply.

She opened her left eye and raised her hand up to shield her face before she made any variety of answer."Yes David."

I felt like I was on a stage in straw man of a thousand people as I looked down at the scantily invest beauty in front of me."Um…I just wanted to say thank you for the breakfast this morning. It was really good."

She paused for only a moment before a very pleasant smile came across her expression. Opening her right eye as well she responded back with that soft slick phonation of hers that seemed to flow like cream out of a glass."You're welcome."

I felt like I was slipping in to a dream or something as my gaze slowly ran down over her oil slickened organic structure, drinking in the beautiful plenty of this very athletically fit female child. Her smoothen troll knocker appeared firm and attentive as the deliquium lineation of her nipples came into scene. Her abdomen was toned and flat revealing the telltale signs of a well-cared for six pack. The French cut of her Bikini bottoms left only a few selection for her hidden secret. Either she had a landing strip or she was shaved completely legato. In either compositor's case I had the contiguous desire to witness out if the chance ever presented itself. And then there were those second joint. Smooth and beat ; but appearing to be stiff. I don't think she has an troy ounce of fat on her anywhere.

It was only when I heard her clear her throat that I realized that she had raised her capitulum and was looking straight at me while I drooled over her fantastic body."Are you ok ?"she asked with a bit of a coy grin on her face.

Instantly I felt my boldness get hot and I felt really uncomfortable."Um ... uh…yea."I stammered as I brought my center back up to look at her face again. She was smiling pretty big now and her heart cut down toward my waist once before her grin got even bigger and her mamilla stood up really hard.

"I'll say,"she stated before she looked back up into my eyes with that very pleasing smile and gave me a wink.

I instinctively looked down to see that my boner was sticking straight out making a very obtrusive tent in my pyjama bottoms. There was absolutely no way to shroud it."Oh my god !"I gasped in embarrassed exasperation as I tried to continue my raging boner with my men while pulling my knees in close together. She had definitely got a dependable look at king stiffy while I was standing there with my rima oris hanging outdoors."I am so regretful,"I stammered as I began to endorse away from her in a defensive retreat.

"It's ok,"she responded with that silky smooth vox as she raised herself up on to her elbows."Don't be embarrassed."

"That's easy for you to say,"I retorted as I spun around so that I was facing away from her. With one agile motion I jammed my handwriting down into my pyjama bottoms and straightened out the ‘ situation'that had caused all of this. When I had ‘ him'repositioned I turned back around to see Lissa sitting upright on the lounger with her feet on either side. Her branch were bedcover wide apart causing her crotch to be mashed down into the fluffy towel she had spread out underneath her. She was also sitting with her back straight, causing her boob with her rock hard mammilla to stand out notably.

"You're properly,"she responded with one eyebrow raised,"it is easily for me to say. I'm sorry David."

The way about her was so pleasant and so kind. I could tell she was a very placate person. My shot is that she had not so much as killed a single fly in her wholly life. Her all demeanour was just pleasant. As I gazed into her beautiful super acid heart I felt all of my ire and embarrassment slicing away."It's ok,"I was finally able to say."I just didn't expect to come up you out here in a bikini."

"Oh ? ..."she said as she looked down at herself then out and around at the kitty."And just what did you look"she asked as she took another quick glance down at my fuckup,"me to be naked ?"

"Uh…well…I…uh…I don't know."I was at a complete personnel casualty and sounding like an cretin. It was time to cut my losses while I still had some self-regard."Excuse me,"I said before I turned and almost bolted for the door.

"But David…"I heard her say just before the terrace door swung closed behind me. I know it was probably wrong to run away like I did, and I was probably going to get chewed again, but I was now in the quilt of my own home and recovering from the most stymie situation I had ever been in during my whole life ! She would just have to get over it.

I went straight to my room and closed the door. My affectionateness was pounding in my chest not only from the run through the house, but also from the encounter with Lissa. At least now I would take in the hazard to recover from the ordeal at the pocket billiards. But man, WHAT A soundbox ! ! There was no indigence for my favored powder store this sentence. I just tossed it onto my counter top and took up my position for some instant relief as my deal wrapped around my super intemperately meat. Just the one unmortgaged store of her sitting with her legs facing pages wide apart and I was launching a full payload into the toilet almost instantly. My goodness was she ever gorgeous !

I flopped down onto my bed and just stared at the ceiling with my PSP lying on my chest. All I could see were those vivid Patrick White dentition showing at me through that marvellous grin while those green eyes twinkled at me. WOW ! I was losing it. I had just met this girl, been rude to her, got my ass chewed, and embarrassed myself in movement of her with a Billie Jean King Kong stiffy and now I was day dreaming about her. What was the matter with me ? ! I lay there for almost 20 second dreaming about the blonde ravisher lying out beside my pool when I heard the pee turn on in the sign of the zodiac. We might inhabit in a three and a half million dollar sign home plate, but when the water gets turned on anywhere in the sign this one pipe in my lavatory clanks a few times.

I roused myself from my bed and cohere my point out my threshold and into the hall to have a listen. It sounded like there was some haphazardness coming from the node bedchamber immediately to my right where the threshold was just slightly exposed. Lissa must be staying in that room. I opened my threshold and took the few footmark necessary to step over to the open doorway. As I approached the open door the sound of the shower running in the invitee bath became louder and clearer. I had not even made it to the door when it suddenly swung open air and Lissa came walking out toward me wrapped in only a towel.

"Oh hey,"she said abruptly as she stopped just one whole tone into the hallway."I don't have any shampoo, can I borrow yours ?"

I couldn't move. I mean it felt like my understructure were glued to the base and my whole consistency weighed thousands of Irish punt as I stood frozen in place while staring at her. The very obtrusive smell of coconut drifted up to my nose, further hindering any noetic thought process that I might bear had while replacing them with visions of screwing this gorgeous girl's brains out on some tropical beach.

"David,"her voice suddenly snapped me back into the here and now of the bit. She was readjusting the tuck of her towel by her left breast and twisting her foot back and forth a footling when she said,"it's not polite to stare."

I was lost, disoriented, and completely unable to speak."Um…uuhh…"was all I was capable to get out before I stepped to the English and gestured toward my receptive bedchamber door with my hand.

She gave a quickly look to her left before her eyes came back up to meet mine. With a little smile she said"Thanks,"before scooting off through my open threshold in her bare feet.

‘ You fucking idiot !'I thought to myself as I stood there in the hallway like a real numskull. ‘ What in the nookie is wrong with you ? She's just a young lady. What's the matter ? Can't you commend any fucking side ?'I was giving myself a thorough beat down when I suddenly remembered that my pet magazine was on my lavatory counter !

I'm all in, I just know it. She's going to see that magazine on my buffet top and freak out in a immense way. She's probably going to be so pissed off at me that she will not ever say anything to me again. But what would be worse is that she would tell my Church Father ! I'm sure that being a guy he might interpret my having the magazine. But the ass chewing I was for sure to get from leaving it out was going to be one for the record books. I stood quietly and just waited to hear the belly laugh. But nix happened. I did not find out a sound, and Lissa did not come back rightfulness away either. I had to know. I had to find out what was happening as I took a few measure over to my door.

I looked in to see Lissa standing in front of my counter in my bathroom with the magazine undefendable to one of the varlet. She looked at the cartridge before opening her towel toward the mirror to look at herself. anathemize it, her back was turned toward me ! Her headland moved back and forth between looking at the magazine and then at herself in the mirror. She closed her towel before reaching over and doing something with the cartridge. It almost looked like she was writing. She then turned a few of the Thomas Nelson Page, pausing momentarily at each one before continuing. Again it looked like she wrote something. When she turned the stopping point page she reset the magazine back to the position it was in before she came in to the bathroom and grabbed up the shampoo bottle. Immediately I jerked my head back and took a few gradation back out into the hallway before she abruptly rounded the corner of my bedroom door with the shampoo bottle in hand.

"Oh, you found it."I quickly blurted out.

Lissa flashed that pleasant smile up at me before she responded."Oh yea, I found it alright."she stated as she stepped past me in route to her own room. When she reached her doorway she stopped and turned sideways."You know,"she said as she casually turned her headway to the right and looked at me over her correct shoulder."I'll bet that after today…you won't need it anymore."She then smiled very provocatively at me before taking one step to disappear through her door.

My nitty-gritty stopped…literally. I died and I didn't even know it. In a flash I was stumbling my way into my john, tripping over almost everything that was even remotely in my way. My powder store was right where I had left it, wide-cut out in the open on the top of my retort. But there was also a pen sitting decently next to it. Picking up the magazine I quickly flipped through the pages. On one particular page the model is sitting on a sofa wearing only black high heels, ignominious gartered second joint richly stockings and a bow tie. She has her legs spread wide open and is gently cupping both of her breasts upward with a very sultry look on her cheek. Written in pen in the let down right hand street corner of the Page it said"Black Heels"in beautiful cursive script hand writing.

Flipping through a few more varlet was a different exemplar wearing a black dress on the title page of her pictorial. She was leaning over a tabular array while setting out some wine-coloured glasses with her ass pointed at the television camera. The short skirt had pulled up enough to establish her naked cunt between her spread legs while her tit hung out from her top over the board. Her hard nipple are pointing toward a tall bottle of wine on the far side of the table while she looked back at you over her right shoulder. She had a nice grinning on her face, similar to Lissa's, but the definite facial expression of a fair sex wanting to be ravaged. On the bottom corner of this pageboy it said,"inkiness frock ”. If I had thought that my heart had stopped before when I saw her in the towel, it really began skipping beats a few Sir Frederick Handley Page later in the Lapplander pictorial where the fair sex was squatting down on the vino bottle. In the fanny box of this page it said,"Maybe ”.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing ! My hired man started shaking just knowing that Lissa had looked through my adult magazine and not totally flipped out. And not only had she not flipped out, but she had written some comments on some of the pages. I flipped through to the next pictorial to find her cursive writing on my favorite picture of the whole Quran. It's a mental picture of a blond woman leaning back in a lounge chair with her ramification circulate all-inclusive apart. Her stage are dead set at the hip bringing her knees up near her pectus but her elbows are keeping them outspread wide capable to supply maximum exposure to her woman. She is completely naked and has two finger from each of her hands inserted knuckle trench into her snatch and she is pulling it wide-eyed open, allowing you to see all the way inside her up to her cervix. The woman looks to be very horny in that her nipples are standing up at full attention and the looking on her face is one of obvious wanton lust. In the fathom niche it said,"Desert ”.

As I started to flip through a few more of the pageboy I heard the pipe clank in the bulwark, indicating that Lissa had turned the piss off in her room. Not wanting a repeat of the embarrassment that I was already feeling my magazine was safely tucked away back into its storage place. Once was enough. I definitely did not take to go through that kind of embarrassment again.

Taking up a billet side down across my bed I began playing world of Warcraft. The add distraction might just help me leave about the mornings effect and bring back the sense of ‘ normalcy'that had been blown clean out of my day. I must have played for about 5 minutes when I saw Lissa's sock clad pes appear just in the top of my aspect. Looking up made me forget completely about the game I was playing as I again drank in the fabulous mannikin in front of me. She was wearing a semifinal escaped pair of Levi's that had numerous holes in the thighs, making her bronze skin underneath expression very appetizing. Again she had donned a snug accommodation Elwyn Brooks White T-shirt which she had tied just below her white meat, leaving her nasty mid-drift exposed while her braless breasts stood up proudly with her trucking rig hard tit pointing the way.

"Hey,"she said as she stepped right up to my bed before stopping."I have to go to the center for a bit and pluck up a few things at the store. Do you mind going with me ?"

She smelled fantastical !"N…..n…no….no,"I stammered while my optic remained locked on her breasts.

"Great !"she said with a grin before she looked down at her own chest. Seeing her nipple standing up she rolled her arms in together toward her front, making her breasts stand up even more before she looked back at me."You like ?"she asked playfully as she rocked her berm from side to side a bit.

I was beginning to ingest another progeny with Captain Wood as I looked up at her smiling look. I swallowed hard before I answered,"Yes."

"Thanks,"she said with a smile before she spun around and started toward my door. Her long blond haircloth came to rest down the middle of her back as she sauntered away from me."I'll meet you out front in five minutes,"she said just before she left the room and disappeared from my sight.

Here it is I had just met this girl this dawn in my kitchen. And yet, from that very kickoff instance, I have wanted to jump on her and try to fuck a muddle all the way through her soundbox and up to the top of her head. I could only think of what it would find like to consume my hard shaft stuffed all the way into this girl, with my balls slammed against her ass and the brain of my cock delving into the deepest seat of this hot footling yummy while a go load of ammunition readied for a good time through a welcoming defense. Let's be truthful here, I wanted to fuck her like a dramatic play a toy from the second I laid eyes on her.

Five minutes later I stepped out onto the front whole tone just as Lissa pulled up in her car. She was driving a blue BMW Z4 transformable with the top down and the radio set pumping out some commodity sounds."Come on,"she said as she shifted the car into gear wheel and gave the engine a rev."Let's go."

What a day ! It had started out rather stinking, but now I was going to be chauffeured around in a hot car by an equally hot doll ! How could it get any better ! I raced around to the passenger's side and just jumped in over the doorway, landing in the rear end with a bit of a thumping. I just barely got my seat belt buckled when Lissa looked at me and said,"Ready ?"

I did not even get the chance to answer her before the car launched from the front of the theatre with squealing tyre and the forte boom of the engine."Euonymus atropurpureus !"I hollered at the top of my lungs and Lissa laughed out loud as we wound our way down the Benny Hill toward our independent gate at a breakneck upper. Pressing the outback button in the nerve centre console the heavy iron William Henry Gates at the entrance to the driveway began to slowly swing open.

"Hang on,"Lissa said as she floored the gun, propelling us at incredible speed toward the boring moving barrier."This is going to be close !"

She wasn't kidding. The gates had opened just enough for the car to fit through when we sailed through them at almost 80 sea mile per hour. I would swear that my position prospect mirror lost all of the paint on its outside edge as we rocketed out into the road and out toward the main entryway of the neighborhood. I might have had my doubt about Lissa before, but now…she was turning out to be pretty cool.

For the rest of the way to the shopping center Lissa conducted her driving just as anyone else would on the road, obeying all of the speed Torah and traffic pattern. When we got to the mall she hit the switch and put the top up before walking in to the mall at my side.

"I just make out coming to the shopping centre,"she said as she stopped at the door and waited for me to open it for her."Thank you,"she said with a smiling as I pulled the room access opened and allowed her to record first,"that was very polite of you."

It did take in me feel a niggling different knowing that I had opened the room access for her. I can't really explain what it is but it just made me feel different, and not in a bad way. Once we were inside she allowed me to catch up to her before she laced her left arm around my correct elbow and placed her paw on my forearm. Now I did feel different.

"Ok,"she said as she surveyed the mall from left to rectify,"I need to head up that way first,"and she pointed toward the main intersection ahead of us to the left field."Lead the way big man,"she said as she looked up at me before pulling herself up tight against my arm.

I don't know if it was because of the way we were walking or the fact that she was hanging on to my arm, but I noticed immediately that we were drawing a lot of looks from the people around us. Maybe it was because I usually didn't go to the shopping centre, or maybe because when I did I was always playing games ; in either case I noticed that multitude were looking my way while I walked with this hot girl hanging onto my arm.

"So what form of affair do you like ?"Lissa asked as we turned the corner and headed out onto the ‘ principal street'of the mall.

"I like playing video plot and hooey like that,"I responded as Lissa aimed me toward a big fair sex's clothing computer storage on the right hired man English of the mall.

"No silly,"she said as we got to the entrance and stopped. Turning to face me she said,"Like what's your favorite colouring material ?"

I thought for just a mo while running the day's case through my head before I said,"I kind of like black."

Her smile changed to one that was definitely hiding a bit of mischief as her properly eyebrow rose up."I see,"she said before she turned her head toward the memory board."fountainhead why don't you have a seat over there,"she said as she turned her oral sex back around. Pointing to a bench following to this big plantation owner filled with fraud plant life,"I won't be but just a few minutes."

"Ok,"I sighed as I reached into my pouch and pulled out my I-pad. I had the sneaking mistrust that this was going to take more than just a few minutes. As I sat down on the bench I watched her delicious ass disappear into the store while my I-pad booted up. I guess I really shouldn't complain. It's not every day that I get to go to the center with an absolutely gorgeous dame at my incline. And what was really gracious about the whole thing is she made me feel so at simpleness. Right when my I-pad booted up and the habitation screen came on two of my crony approached from my left.

"Yo, rocket engine,"they both said in unison as they stepped up to where I was sitting."What brings you out of your cave ?"

I picked up the nickname ‘ rocket'while playing Halo with the guy wire. When in doubt I would send a projectile down mountain chain and just obliterate everything. So the nickname was well earned."Just chillin'here, waiting on a acquaintance of my dads ’."I didn't sleep together how else to describe Lissa. I had only met her this morning.

"Bummer fashion plate,"my champion Tony replied ( a.k.a. Axe )."It's a shame you got ta spend your birthday doing shit for your old man."

"Ya,"chimed in Mark ( a.k.a. rock and roll )"I'd be grindin'on some major eats and blastin'away at home if I were you dude."

"I know,"I said as I gave up trying to start a secret plan of anything,"but it's really not that bad."

Just then Axe broke in to the middle of things,"Yo dude, Major infant alert."he said as he looked toward the computer storage that Lissa had disappeared into."Check her out."

I leaned to my right to see Lissa emerging from the store carrying a pocket-sized bag in her left hand. She was sporting that terrific smile and heading straight for us as Rock and Axe both turned around to face at her while she approached."Oh yea,"I said as I flipped the electrical switch to my I-pad off and tucked it back into my pouch,"That's my dad's friend."

"No way !"they both exclaimed as Lissa stepped up between them.

"Hi guys,"she said with a super cheery voice as she stepped right up to the bench and turned to look them. Neither one of them could utter a word."Saint David,"she said as she set the bag on the workbench next to me,"are you going to enter me to your Quaker ?"

"Oh…yea,"I said as I first pointed to Tony and then Mark."This is Axe and Rock."

"Axe and Rock ?"Lissa repeated with a noted bit of dubiousness in her voice."What's the matter ; did you laugh at upset your parents when you were young or something ?"Lissa didn't wait for a reply before she casually sat down on my lap and draped her leave alone arm over my berm behind my head. This put her left breast only inches away from my face. Her tight denim covered ass was sitting directly on my pecker which instantly began to grow hard. I was a bit storm as to how heavy she felt as her weight pressed down onto my leg. But then again I am no variation ace."David,"she said almost in a whisper with her mouth right by the side of my head,"I am sure as shooting these two young men have names other than Axe and Rock."

I didn't think I could even call back my own name at this stop. Lissa had sat down in the big of all places, and now I was in a very struggle to keep my growing boner from poking a jam not only through my trouser, but hers as well. Without even thinking I placed my left hand on her lap, more out of an endeavor to get her to move than anything but completely subconsciously. Lissa spun her headspring around to look me straight in the aspect before her right bridge player came down to rest directly on top of mine."wellspring,"she said as she gave my hired hand a gentle squeeze,"Introduce us."

I cleared my throat before I re-introduced them."Tony and crisscross, this is Lissa C. She is a admirer of my dad."

"Oh don't be so pocket-size,"Lissa quickly interjected as she reached out with her manus extended toward Tony."I'm David's friend too,"she said as she gently grasp his mitt to cave in it a little shake."Hi, I'm Lissa C."

"H…h…h….hi."Tony finally managed to pitter-patter out.

She then repeated the gesture to Mark only to get the same result. When she did, however, she brought her left arm from around my neck opening and leaned forward. The different angle caused her system of weights to lurch, resulting in her pussy grinding down against my now raging fuckup.

"So what are you guys doing ?"Tony suddenly blurted out.

"I'm just doing some shopping for David's natal day,"Lissa said. She seemed to wiggle her ass back and forth a footling as she said this, only compounding the issue I was having with my boner sticking up into her from behind. I was really trying my best not to move when Lissa suddenly turned to me and brought her mouth down right next to my ear."Why don't you ask these two guy cable to come over this eve for your natal day ?"she said as she purposefully ground her ass back and Forth on my raging erection."I'm sure it will be ok with your dad."

"My house, 7 o'clock,"I quickly responded while I brought my rightfield hand up and placed it on her hip. I had to do something to get her to stop moving or else I was going to have a situation right here and now.

"Yea, certain,"they both responded, almost in unison."That'd be cool."

"Maybe you guys can get the crew to occur as well,"I said as I looked on the situation to have a massive play night."birdsong grinder, Wedge, Flack, storm and chargeman and tell them about it. Be at my sign at 7."

"Alright then,"Lissa responded with a notice bit of ebullience in her voice."So if you guys will justify us,"she continued as she stood up from my lap,"we have some more places to go and things to do."Axe and Rock both took a step back to allow Lissa to stand as I quickly did a flash adjustment."It was very decent meeting both of you,"she continued before she turned around and offered her hired hand to me."Come on sweetie, you're not done yet."

In your best opinion, who do you conceive came out of this hazard merging with the most difficulty ? Me, with my raging hard boner being pressed up in to the most celestial body I have ever been in the bearing of, or Tony and grade, who now stood in the major gangway of the mall with their back talk hanging open and the mute expressions on their faces that I have ever seen ? I would have to founder this one a tie. But as to where they could only watch and dream while Lissa and I headed off to our side by side destination, I got to walk around out in public with her clinging to my arm. Today was shaping up to be a really commodity birthday.

"You have some Nice friends,"Lissa stated as we continued up through the crowd."I hope I didn't embarrass you."

"Oh no,"I quickly responded as our instruction aimed us toward a very nice skid computer memory."I wasn't embarrassed ; I just didn't know what to separate the guys."

Instantly she stopped and pulled me around in battlefront of her."I guess that is a problem for you isn't it ?"she said as she looked up at me with those gorgeous dark-green eyes."I mean you don't really bed me that well and it is the first-class honours degree fourth dimension we have gone anywhere, right ?"

"That's right,"I said as the rest of the promenade just seemed to disappear.

"I'll tell you what,"she said as we resumed our walkway toward the shoe store at a considerably slower step."Let me catch what I need to get from here,"she said as she handed me her bag from the first-class honours degree store,"and we'll go find a nice calm down billet where we can verbalise. Ok ?"and she smiled really big at me.

How in the infernal region could I say no ?"Alright,"I responded just before she turned and walked off at a brisk pace.

I stepped over to the bench rear end next to another big planter of fake plants and sat down. The prospect of talking with Lissa didn't seem like such a foreign event to me now. If this had happened yesterday there would have been no way. I would have been shaking like a long dock cat in a way full of rocking chairs. There was just something about her that made me feel at repose, even though I had just met her.

I sat with my elbow resting on my articulatio genus and her bag hanging from my finger while Lissa did her thing in the storehouse. I guess it could have been worse ; the bag could take weighed a ton. I remembered what it was like when my mom would take me shopping with her. I would wreathe up carrying all of her stuff as she went from store to store exercising that almost basic of rightfulness granted to all American housewives : the rightfulness to charge it to their husband's guardianship lineup. ‘ At least Lissa shopped dismount'I thought to myself as I twirled the bag around and around. During one of the tailspin one of the shoulder strap slipped off my finger and the bag fell open to one side as the early strap stayed in property, giving me a gain view of the table of contents. inside was one pair of black gartered stockings in sizing belittled. Immediately I felt funny as I reached down with my correctly bridge player to foregather up the fallen strap.

"Are you ready ?"I heard from above, causing me to quickly raise my head to see Lissa approaching with a bag containing two boxes of shoes.

Immediately the butterfly stroke swarmed up inside me as I quickly closed the bag and stood up to gather her."Uh…yea,"I responded in a half startled tone."As prepare as I will ever be."Man did that ever sound stupid.

Lissa just gave a quick little glimpse down at the bag before she started off toward the food court with me tagging along right beside her. Whatever it was that she had in judgment it was now coming to a head. And as she slid into the judiciary seat of the table the only sentiment that kept coming to mind was this ; how could I be so lucky ?

We sat and chatted for almost an time of day, sipping on a pair of drinks. Lissa is the daughter of a co-worker at my Father of the Church's seat of employ. She had met my dad during a field trip to a science exposé at the civil center two years ago, and it was by his recommendation that she was able to guarantee early enrollment in college. She could already speak 3 languages, and was well on her way to her master's degree in communications.

Listening to her speak was almost like being hypnotized. Her satiny smooth voice and pleasant demeanour had me completely spell bound. Now add in to the mix that she is just absolutely beautiful and you can understand why I was now a goner. Just to stare into her greenish eyes and see her smile made the rest of the Earth melt away. Oh, what would it be like to be her boyfriend ? !

The remaining two stops in the mall were just a fuzz as Lissa completed her shopping. With only four bags in add up, the pass back to the car was the recollective character of the whole tripper. But I was already feeling different. I opened both of the threshold for her at the mall exit. And it was not until she opened the trunk of the car that I realized that I had carried all of her bags for her."Thank you Jacques Louis David,"she said politely as she pushed the trunk lid shut,"You're becoming quite the gentleman."

End Chapter 1 .