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



So, I'm a techno eccentric person. But in this day and age who isn't rightfulness ? I guess you could call in me a hard worker to the cyber/techno age in that I am always doing something with some kind of electronic device. From my script held I-Pad to my latest coevals 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 matter because everyone else is boring to me. But to my dad, well…he seems to guess I should get out more.

Here is a small bit about me. My name is Saint David and I am 18 years old. I was the notice child for your techno geek society if there ever was one. I'm 6 foot 1 with uncoiled brown whisker that I like to keep a little bit long and I have deep dingy eyes. I might be what you would say is a trivial skinny but it is not something that I really fear myself with. As long as my leaf work, who cares ?

My dad and I live alone in this big home in a gated biotic community. Mom left us a few geezerhood ago saying that she needed something more than what dad had to provide, so she ran off with her seaworthiness trainer and is now out in California. Dad is an executive with a huge electronics company that makes all of the nice electronic twist that I love so practically. That is why I have the latest generation device almost a twelvemonth before they hit the open market place. X-Box, gambol station, even all the way back to the clip of the old Saga scheme I have always had the newest and best gameing systems that were uncommitted. My Quaker 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 and serenity I have sitting in the house by myself. I love getting to play HALO or some other game without all of the interruptions that seem to pop up.

You could say that I had it made in the shade. All the game I could ever want along with the high pep pill cyberspace for multi-player games, and a big house with my own rooms to mess around in and a fully stocked electric refrigerator. But my ideas of the"dessert spirit"came to a sudden routine in the road on the day of my 18th birthday. What happened then has changed my life.

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

Birthdays are supposed to be a lofty day. You're supposed to wake up in the morning and encounter your folk doting over you and wishing you well while your breakfast is being made and the delightful smells draw you out of your restful slumber. At least…that's what I have been telling myself for the last-place few years. I woke to the fellow sights and auditory sensation of my elbow room and an void firm. But what should I take in expected ? It was already 9:30 in the good morning and the sun was already shining brightly outside. Dad was gone to work on, and with mom having been gone for more than two years now, it was up to me to fend for myself. But I really wasn't surprised. Almost all of my days started this way, so why should my birthday be any different ?

The storey was a little cold as my bare feet came to pillow on the Italian marble, but the routine head trip to the bathroom was necessary to first deplumate one out so I could then pee. I had my favorite powder store in the 2nd draftsman of the bathroom vanity so my imaging did not have to make for too backbreaking. A few somerset of the page and a arcminute or two of some degenerate stroking and I was launching my consignment into the stool. It was relief, but not satisfying. I longed for a real girlfriend, or at to the lowest degree a daughter with a somewhat casual attitude about sex. In either display case it was not very likely to happen. My world usually rested in the palms of my handwriting. The world of cyberspace gaming.

I grabbed up my PSP and headed for the kitchen. I liked playing world of Warcraft as I walk through the home. 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 bread and butter room and I probably would not stimulate seen it. But my nozzle still worked, and as I approached the kitchen a strange feel caught my attention. FOOD ! ! And it smelled YUMMY ! I rounded the corner from the hall and stepped into the kitchen only to have my jaw pearl to the floor. Standing in figurehead of the cooking stove, with her rachis to me, was this young blonde girl with the most perfect ass that any guy could ever hope for. She was wearing a Patrick Victor Martindale White T-shirt, an apron and blue dungaree shorts that looked like they had been painted on her slim but gymnastic looking wooden leg. Her slender waistline accentuated the smoothen roundness of her rose hip and shoulders making her look 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 kind. When my PSP slipped out of my hand and fell to the floor she quickly spun around. My gosh, the nominal head looked even better than the spinal column !

The first thing I noticed were those vivid putting green eyes on the cutest face I had ever seen. I am guessing that she was either 18 or 19 years old and about 5 understructure 5 column inch tall. Her face was overnice and round but it definitely reflected that she was tend and lop. Her mouth was a little small, but it quickly turned to the nicest smiling as she spun around and saw me. And then there were those pocket-size turn breasts hiding under her apron. I could not tell how big they were but they definitely appeared to be very firm. Instantly I could feel police captain Wood begin to stand at attention.

"commodity cockcrow sleepy,"she said as she set the spatula down and took a step in my direction."Happy birthday."

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

"I'm Lissa C."she said as she turned back around to pass the ball she was cooking a quick flip.

holy diddlysquat is she gorgeous ! My spirit instantly began pounding at a million miles per 60 minutes as I looked at her in disbelief. I was having a really hard time even speaking due to the absolute beaut that was standing only a few pes away from me. She was the living foundation of my ultimate illusion girl with her blonde hair pulled back into one big ponytail, greenness eyes, reduce acrobatic figure and a articulation that seemed to drop right out of the sphere. Talk about a natal day !

She spun back around and gave me a speedy look up and down before her gaze stopped at my grimace."I'll bet you're wondering what I'm doing here."she said with a short bit of a frill to her forehead as her unexpended hand come up to rest on her hip.

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

"Your dad offered to let me stay here for a while,"she responded as she scooped the ballock 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 plate down on the counter in front end of the world-class bar stool.

She looked at me sideways with a bit of a troubled look on her side before she responded."Gee,"she scoffed as she set out a crotch next to the plate,"not a great deal in the way of manners,"she said in just a barely audible tone.

What the fuck was she talking about ! This was my mansion ! I went from mesmerized to pissed off in an blink of an eye. Just who in the nether region does she think she is ? ! She glanced over at me for an split second before she turned to get a 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 glassful of orange juice sat next to the plate. But it seemed like she was oblivious to the furore that was coursing through my veins.

"seed on,"she said as she turned to the cooking stove to start cleaning up,"Eat before your intellectual nourishment gets cold."

I was flabbergasted ! I didn't experience how to respond to this char who was in my kitchen. Without even thinking I stepped over and sat down on the bar stool. The fragrance coming up from my plate smelled heavenly. Two eggs over easy with 4 airstrip of bacon that appeared to be cooked to paragon, with goner and orange juice. I looked up just in time to see her looking at me with a big smile before she quickly turned her oral sex and continued her make clean up.

"Is this some form of caper ?"I asked as I picked up the crotch and poked at the eggs a bit, causing the warm yellow nub to fall 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 skip breakfast,"she said as she casually looked over her shoulder to see if I was eating.

The delicious smell coming up from my plate was starting to get to me in a big way, making my stomach growl as a monitor that I had not eaten a thing since yesterday good afternoon. I glanced up quickly to see her book binding still turned to me before I scooped up one of the bollock and shoveled it into my mouthpiece. It was fantastic, cooked exactly how I like them. I tore into the rest of the nutrient with an almost foolhardy abandon, shoveling, chewing and swallowing all at the Saame time. In just a matter of s I was sopping up the rest of the egg egg yolk with my toast when I heard her speak again.

"It's a good affair you weren't very hungry,"she said as she reached across the comeback and picked up my virtually spic-and-span plate,"I was afraid I was going to consume another dish to wash."She held the photographic plate up and turned it toward me with a very courteous grin on her cheek.

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 stranger. And hoot, could she ever cook ! I set my glass down which she picked up immediately before turning toward the sink."And to respond your enquiry I am here as a guest of your father."she responded while scrubbing the plate and then glassful in the sink.

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

When she spun around the nice smile was not on her face, having been replaced by a rather serious but still effortless expression."No, I am not a maidservant,"she answered as she reached behind her shank and untied the apron."I am just a firm guest."As she pulled the apron off those beautiful chest came into entire persuasion, standing out proudly from her chest of drawers with just the slightest mite of her tit standing out under the blank cotton of her tee shirt."Your father was prissy enough to let me bide here for a while,"she continued as she folded up the apron before setting it neatly on the counter."At least he has some manners,"she said as she turned and walked out of the kitchen. As she got to the bound of the corner, just before she stepped out of sight, she said the stopping point incense thing that morning,"and by the way…you're welcome for breakfast."

WHAT ! ! ! I was pissed, I mean really fucking pissed ! Just who in the piece of ass did this piddling daughter think she was ! This was MY goddamn house and this was my fucking kitchen ! To have this little prissy narrate me that I didn't have any fucking personal manner 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 call in my dad. He was going to fix this and post this little slut packing. I grabbed up my PSP and stomped off to my room. I had no mind where she had gone and I didn't really give care, I was going to induce her tight little ass thrown out and that was the end of it !

Pounding on the touch pad I called my dad's office."how-do-you-do, this is the office of Kalvin Klaymar,"his secretaire said,"How may I direct your call ?"

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

"Just a here and now,"she said just before the line of business switched to some really icky elevator music.

I was really going to chip in my dad an ear full, I thought to myself while I waited for him to find fault up the sound. The fact that some unusual young lady had just insulted me in my own theatre was unbelievable. Add to it that she was only a client and the totally matter just reeked of a bad set of context set into motion by a bad determination. I was going to get this taken care of in short edict and set matter right.

"David,"my dad's vocalism suddenly sounded out as the elevator euphony abruptly stopped."What's the trouble ?"He actually sounded a bit concerned.

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

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

"POLITE ! !"my browned off response echoed in the void of my room,"she just told me I didn't have any mode !"

"Really ?"my dad responded. I could take heed him pounding away on his keyboard in the background as he spoke to me."And what happened to realise her say this ?"he asked as his end of the earphone 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 manners !"

"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 ground I could take heed him typing on his keyboard again."Was it any good ?"he finally asked.

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

"I see,"my father answered as the typing in the ground stopped."Did you tell her thank you ?"

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

"A new maid ?"My dad now sounded a little swage."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 client here at the house."

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

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

"But you are right,"he continued as the typing in the background came to another abrupt freeze,"she should not have said that out garish. I will have a discussion with her when I get home."

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

"In the meantime,"my father stated with a rather good sum of money of strictness to his voice,"You go and tell that offspring noblewoman thank you for the meal. Do you record me ?"

I could tell that my father was not playing around. Whenever he speaks like that he means business. The concluding time he spoke to me like that was when I used the acknowledgment card to buy $ 600 worth of junk food and have it delivered to the theatre when I had a big play night here with my friends. Dad was unimpressed, and I lost my x-box for a week. So I knew my begetter was not kidding around with his request. I also know that he will contain with Lissa to stimulate trusted I thanked her. It looked like I was going to experience to eat a bit of crow on my birthday."Yes sir."I responded.

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

Wow…this was going to 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 natal day ?

I tossed my earpiece onto my bed and headed out into the sign looking for Lissa. Knowing my destiny she was probably sitting in some recess somewhere pouting because I had not told her thank you. This was really going to make the plate of Crow I had to eat taste really bad and I did not count forward to this at all. I looked into the two guest elbow room we have to find them both empty. The den and the kitchen were also vacuous leaving only the recital room and the living room to carry our new Edgar Guest. As I walked past the breezeway to the living room I spotted an arm suspension over the side of one of the sun recliner out by the kitty. So lots for pouting in a corner.

Stepping out onto the puddle deck in the vivid sun began to unveil a batch that any 18 year old offspring man just absolutely dreams of. LEGS ! And I am not talking about some little skinny and scrawny barrel marijuana cigarette, I am talking about some meridian time, oiled, tanned, and slenderly delicious stems that improved more and more the farther around to the side I walked ! Immediately I could finger my heart start thumping harder in my chest as Sir Thomas More and Thomas More of her athletic form was revealed from behind the chair.

Her knees and silky quiet looking thighs were next to issue forth into view as my access unveiled more and more of her like a charwoman doing a slow cartoon strip annoyer. When her hip came into view and the bright chickenhearted twine of her Bikini bottomland showed up contrasting drastically against the walnut brown whole step of her suntanned waist, I thought my nitty-gritty was going to skip beats. In a microsecond the rest of her delicious body came in to view, revealing those mythical B sized tits cupped under the matching top of her opaline yellow two piece two-piece. Instantly my pecker went from semitrailer hard to titanium steel. My god she was gorgeous !

"Lissa ?"I half choked out as I stepped up to her chair by her feet. I was really hoping she would not observe the huge bulge I now had in my pant 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 form of response."Yes David."

I felt like I was on a leg in front of a G people as I looked down at the scantily raiment ravisher 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 face. Opening her right eye as well she responded back with that soft silky spokesperson of hers that seemed to feed like pick out of a glass."You're welcome."

I felt like I was slipping in to a ambition or something as my gaze slowly ran down over her oil slickened physical structure, drinking in the beautiful flock of this very athletically fit girl. Her smooth round white meat appeared firm and attentive as the syncope outline of her nipples came into view. Her stomach was toned and flat revealing the telling signs of a well-cared for six ingroup. The French people cut of her bikini bottoms left only a few options for her hidden secret. Either she had a landing strip or she was shaved completely smoothen. In either typeface I had the immediate desire to retrieve out if the opportunity ever presented itself. And then there were those second joint. Smooth and round ; but appearing to be unfluctuating. I don't think she has an ounce of fat on her anywhere.

It was only when I heard her clear her throat that I realized that she had raised her head 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 nerve get hot and I felt really uncomfortable."Um ... uh…yea."I stammered as I brought my middle back up to depend at her face again. She was smiling pretty big now and her eye cut down toward my waist once before her grin got even crowing and her nipples 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 noticeable collapsible shelter in my jammies prat. There was absolutely no way to hide it."Oh my god !"I gasped in embarrassed exasperation as I tried to cover my raging bloomer with my hands while pulling my articulatio genus in close together. She had definitely got a respectable look at king stiffy while I was standing there with my mouth hanging give."I am so no-good,"I stammered as I began to back away from her in a defensive retreat.

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

"That's leisurely for you to say,"I retorted as I spun around so that I was facing away from her. With one spry motion I jammed my hand down into my pajama bottom of the inning 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 piano on the lounger with her feet on either side. Her branch were spread wide apart causing her genital organ to be mashed down into the fluffy towel she had spread out underneath her. She was also sitting with her back straight, causing her breast with her rock hard mamilla to stand out notably.

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

The way about her was so pleasant and so kind. I could recite she was a very gentle person. My guessing is that she had not so much as killed a unity fly in her whole life. Her whole demeanor was just pleasant. As I gazed into her beautiful immature eyes I felt all of my anger and superfluity fade away."It's ok,"I was finally able to say."I just didn't expect to find you out here in a bikini."

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

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

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

I went straight to my room and closed the door. My heart was pounding in my chest not only from the run through the house, but also from the encounter with Lissa. At to the lowest degree now I would have the luck to recover from the ordeal at the puddle. But man, WHAT A organic structure ! ! There was no penury for my front-runner powder magazine this clip. I just tossed it onto my counterpunch top and took up my spatial relation for some flash easement as my hired hand wrapped around my super arduous heart and soul. Just the one assoil memory of her sitting with her legs spread extensive apart and I was launching a full burden 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 thorax. All I could see were those bright whitened teeth showing at me through that fantastic smile while those commons 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 King Kong stiffy and now I was day dreaming about her. What was the matter with me ? ! I lay there for almost 20 instant dreaming about the blond beauty lying out beside my kitty when I heard the H2O turn on in the sign of the zodiac. We might live in a three and a half million clam home, but when the water gets turned on anywhere in the house this one pipework in my bathroom clanks a few times.

I roused myself from my bed and cohere my top dog out my door and into the residence hall to have a listen. It sounded like there was some noise coming from the guest sleeping accommodation immediately to my right where the door was just slightly surface. Lissa must be staying in that elbow room. I opened my room access and took the few footmark essential to maltreat over to the open door. As I approached the open door the sound of the exhibitioner running in the guest bathing tub became louder and clearer. I had not even made it to the door when it suddenly swung undefendable and Lissa came walking out toward me wrapped in only a towel.

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

I couldn't relocation. I mean it felt like my metrical unit were glued to the floor and my whole organic structure weighed 1000 of pounds as I stood frozen in billet while staring at her. The very noticeable feel of coco drifted up to my nozzle, further hindering any rational thought process that I might have had while replacing them with vision of screwing this gorgeous girl's brains out on some tropical beach.

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

I was lost, disoriented, and completely unable to verbalize."Um…uuhh…"was all I was able to get out before I stepped to the slope and gestured toward my out-of-doors bedroom door with my hand.

She gave a quick look to her go forth before her eyes came back up to meet mine. With a short smile she said"Thanks,"before scooting off through my spread out door in her bare feet.

‘ You fucking idiot !'I thought to myself as I stood there in the hallway like a material loggerhead. ‘ What in the nooky is wrong with you ? She's just a miss. What's the thing ? Can't you remember any fucking English ?'I was giving myself a thorough pulse down when I suddenly remembered that my favorite magazine was on my bathroom counter !

I'm utter, I just know it. She's going to see that magazine on my tabulator top and freak out 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 state my sire ! I'm sure that being a guy he might understand my having the cartridge clip. But the ass chew I was certain to get from leaving it out was going to be one for the record books. I stood quietly and just waited to take heed the thigh-slapper. But nothing happened. I did not hear a auditory sensation, and Lissa did not come back powerful away either. I had to be intimate. I had to chance out what was happening as I took a few steps over to my door.

I looked in to see Lissa standing in front of my tabulator in my toilet with the cartridge open to one of the Sir Frederick Handley Page. She looked at the magazine before opening her towel toward the mirror to look at herself. Damn it, her back was turned toward me ! Her read/write head moved back and Forth River between looking at the magazine and then at herself in the mirror. She closed her towel before reaching over and doing something with the magazine. It almost looked like she was writing. She then turned a few of the pages, pausing momentarily at each one before continuing. Again it looked like she wrote something. When she turned the in conclusion page she reset the powder magazine back to the position it was in before she came in to the privy and grabbed up the shampoo bottleful. Immediately I jerked my head back and took a few footfall back out into the hallway before she abruptly rounded the recess of my sleeping accommodation threshold 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 road to her own way. When she reached her threshold she stopped and turned sideways."You know,"she said as she casually turned her head to the right and looked at me over her right articulatio humeri."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 doorway.

My heart stopped…literally. I died and I didn't even know it. In a flash I was stumbling my way into my can, tripping over almost everything that was even remotely in my way. My magazine was decent where I had left it, wide out in the open on the top of my counter. But there was also a pen sitting right side by side to it. Picking up the magazine I quickly flipped through the pageboy. On one exceptional page the modeling is sitting on a sofa wearing only total darkness senior high heels, black gartered thigh richly stockings and a bow tie. She has her legs facing pages spacious open and is gently cupping both of her breasts upward with a very sultry expression on her face. Written in pen in the lower mightily hand turning point of the Thomas Nelson Page it said"Black bounder"in beautiful cursive helping hand writing.

Flipping through a few more pages was a different mannikin wearing a black garb on the title of respect page of her pictorial. She was leaning over a tabular array while setting out some wine-coloured chicken feed with her ass pointed at the camera. The brusque skirt had pulled up enough to show her au naturel pussycat between her spread branch while her breasts hung out from her top over the board. Her arduous nipples are pointing toward a tall bottle of wine-colored on the far incline of the table while she looked back at you over her right shoulder. She had a nice smile on her face, similar to Lissa's, but the definite spirit of a char wanting to be ravaged. On the fanny corner of this varlet it said,"Black Dress ”. If I had thought that my meat had stopped before when I saw her in the towel, it really began skipping rhythm a few Thomas Nelson Page later in the same pictorial where the fair sex was squatting down on the wine nursing bottle. In the bottom corner of this page it said,"Maybe ”.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing ! My work force started shaking just knowing that Lissa had looked through my adult clip and not totally flipped out. And not only had she not flipped out, but she had written some input on some of the pages. I flipped through to the side by side pictorial to line up her cursive penning on my favorite photo of the whole Holy Writ. It's a picture of a blonde woman leaning back in a lounge chair with her legs scatter wide apart. Her peg are dead set at the hip bringing her knees up near her chest but her elbows are keeping them spread wide-cut capable to provide maximal exposure to her womanhood. She is completely naked and has two fingers from each of her hands inserted knuckle deep into her pussycat and she is pulling it wide-cut receptive, allowing you to see all the way inside her up to her cervix. The woman looks to be very horny in that her mammilla are standing up at full moon attention and the look on her brass is one of obvious wanton luxuria. In the buttocks recess it said,"Desert ”.

As I started to flip through a few more of the page I heard the pipe clank in the rampart, indicating that Lissa had turned the water off in her room. Not wanting a repetition 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 involve to go through that form of plethora again.

Taking up a billet face down across my bed I began playing reality of Warcraft. The added distraction might just help me leave about the mornings consequence and land back the sensory faculty of ‘ normalcy'that had been blown clean out of my day. I must have played for about 5 minutes when I saw Lissa's air-sleeve clad feet appear just in the top of my prospect. Looking up made me leave completely about the plot I was playing as I again drank in the fabulous form in front of me. She was wearing a semi loose pair of St. Matthew's that had numerous holes in the thigh, making her tan skin underneath look very appetizing. Again she had donned a close fitting tweed T-shirt which she had tied just below her breasts, leaving her pie-eyed mid-drift exposed while her braless breasts stood up proudly with her tractor trailer firmly mammilla pointing the way.

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

She smelled fantastic !"N…..n…no….no,"I stammered while my eyes remained interlace on her breasts.

"Great !"she said with a smile before she looked down at her own boob. Seeing her tit standing up she rolled her limb in together toward her forepart, making her breasts stand up even more before she looked back at me."You like ?"she asked playfully as she rocked her articulatio humeri from side to side a bit.

I was beginning to have got another issue with captain Wood as I looked up at her smiling fount. I swallowed hard before I answered,"Yes."

"Thanks,"she said with a grin before she spun around and started toward my threshold. Her foresighted blond hair came to roost down the center of her back as she sauntered away from me."I'll sports meeting you out front in five mo,"she said just before she left the elbow room and disappeared from my sight.

Here it is I had just met this fille this morning in my kitchen. And yet, from that very low instance, I have wanted to skip on her and try to fuck a trap all the way through her body and up to the top of her head. I could only think of what it would feel like to consume my hard pecker stuffed all the way into this girl, with my balls slammed against her ass and the head of my cock delving into the deepest lieu of this hot little yummy while a bouncy load of ammo readied for a bang through a welcoming defense. Let's be truthful here, I wanted to get laid her like a frolic a toy from the moment I laid oculus on her.

Five minutes later I stepped out onto the front steps just as Lissa pulled up in her car. She was driving a blue BMW Z4 convertible with the top down and the radio pumping out some good auditory sensation."Come on,"she said as she shifted the car into gear and gave the railway locomotive a rev."Let's go."

What a day ! It had started out rather shitty, but now I was going to be chauffeured around in a hot car by an equally hot bird ! How could it get any beneficial ! I raced around to the passenger's side and just jumped in over the door, landing in the seat with a bit of a thump. I just barely got my seatbelt 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 movement of the mansion with squealing tyre and the loud holler of the engine."WAHOO !"I hollered at the top of my lungs and Lissa laughed out aloud as we wound our way down the hill toward our main gate at a breakneck upper. Pressing the outside clit in the shopping center console the heavy iron Bill Gates at the entrance to the driveway began to slowly swing open.

"hang on,"Lissa said as she floored the accelerator, propelling us at incredible speed toward the slow down moving barrier."This is going to be close !"

She wasn't kidding. The William Henry Gates had opened just enough for the car to fit through when we sailed through them at almost 80 miles per hour. I would cuss that my side aspect mirror lost all of the paint on its outside edge as we rocketed out into the road and out toward the main incoming of the neighborhood. I might have had my doubts about Lissa before, but now…she was turning out to be pretty cool.

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

"I just love coming to the shopping mall,"she said as she stopped at the doorway and waited for me to open it for her."Thank you,"she said with a smile as I pulled the door open and allowed her to go in first,"that was very polite of you."

It did make me feel a little different knowing that I had opened the door 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 charm up to her before she laced her left arm around my rightfulness cubitus and placed her hand on my forearm. Now I did feel different.

"Ok,"she said as she surveyed the mall from left to right,"I need to head up that way first,"and she pointed toward the master convergence ahead of us to the left."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 tone from the multitude around us. Maybe it was because I usually didn't go to the plaza, or maybe because when I did I was always playing plot ; in either case I noticed that citizenry were looking my way while I walked with this hot girl hanging onto my arm.

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

"I like playing video games and stuff like that,"I responded as Lissa aimed me toward a big cleaning woman's clothing stock on the flop hand side of the mall.

"No silly,"she said as we got to the entrance and stopped. Turning to look me she said,"Like what's your darling coloration ?"

I thought for just a instant while running the day's events through my head before I said,"I sort of like black."

Her smile changed to one that was definitely hiding a bit of devilry as her ripe brow rose up."I see,"she said before she turned her head toward the store."Well why don't you have a seat over there,"she said as she turned her chief back around. Pointing to a judiciary next to this big plantation owner filled with postiche plants,"I won't be but just a few minutes."

"Ok,"I sighed as I reached into my pocket and pulled out my I-pad. I had the sneaking intuition 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 mall with an absolutely gorgeous chick at my position. And what was really prissy about the whole thing is she made me feel so at easiness. Right when my I-pad booted up and the dwelling house silver screen came on two of my buddies 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 moniker ‘ rocket engine'while playing doughnut with the guy wire. When in doubt I would post a Eruca sativa down range and just obliterate everything. So the nickname was well earned."Just chillin'here, waiting on a ally of my dads ’."I didn't fuck how else to describe Lissa. I had only met her this morning.

"Bummer buster,"my friend Tony replied ( a.k.a. Axe )."It's a ignominy you got ta spend your birthday doing shit for your old man."

"Ya,"chimed in Mark ( a.k.a. Rock )"I'd be grindin'on some Major grub and blastin'away at home if I were you dude."

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

Just then Axe broke in to the centre of affair,"Yo dude, major sister alert."he said as he looked toward the store that Lissa had disappeared into."handicap her out."

I leaned to my rightfield to see Lissa emerging from the stock carrying a modest bag in her result hand. She was sporting that terrific smiling and heading heterosexual person for us as Rock and Axe both turned around to expect at her while she approached."Oh yea,"I said as I flipped the switch to my I-pad off and tucked it back into my scoop,"That's my dad's friend."

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

"Hi guys,"she said with a ace cheery voice as she stepped right up to the workbench and turned to face them. Neither one of them could utter a Bible."David,"she said as she set the bag on the terrace next to me,"are you going to insert me to your friends ?"

"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 question in her voice."What's the topic ; did you rib bowl over 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 left arm over my shoulders behind my top dog. This put her left chest only inches away from my face. Her tight dungaree covered ass was sitting directly on my dick which instantly began to turn hard. I was a bit surprised as to how heavy she felt as her weight pressed down onto my legs. But then again I am no sports star."St. David,"she said almost in a voicelessness with her mouthpiece right by the side of meat of my psyche,"I am sure these two Danton True Young men have names other than Axe and Rock."

I didn't think I could even remember my own public figure at this point. Lissa had sat down in the defective of all shoes, and now I was in a real struggle to keep my growing botch from poking a hole not only through my pant, but hers as well. Without even thinking I placed my left hand on her lap, More out of an attempt to get her to move than anything but completely subconsciously. Lissa spun her head around to look me straight in the face before her right hand came down to catch one's breath directly on top of mine."Well,"she said as she gave my handwriting a gentle clinch,"Introduce us."

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

"Oh don't be so low,"Lissa quickly interjected as she reached out with her hand extended toward Tony."I'm St. David's friend too,"she said as she gently grasp his hand to give it a little shake."Hi, I'm Lissa C."

"H…h…h….hi."Tony finally managed to spew out.

She then repeated the gesture to Mark only to get the like result. When she did, however, she brought her left arm from around my neck and leaned forward. The dissimilar slant caused her weight to shift, resulting in her pussy grinding down against my now raging boner.

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

"I'm just doing some shopping for Jacques Louis David's birthday,"Lissa said. She seemed to joggle her ass back and forth a little as she said this, only compounding the issue I was having with my blunder sticking up into her from behind. I was really trying my best not to propel when Lissa suddenly turned to me and brought her backtalk down right next to my ear."Why don't you ask these two bozo to come in over this evening for your natal day ?"she said as she purposefully ground her ass back and Forth on my raging erection."I'm sure as shooting it will be ok with your dad."

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

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

"Maybe you guys can get the crew to come up as well,"I said as I looked on the situation to get a massive gaming night."vociferation Grinder, hero, Flack, Storm and blaster and narrate them about it. Be at my star sign at 7."

"Alright then,"Lissa responded with a noted bit of exuberance in her voice."So if you guys will exempt us,"she continued as she stood up from my lap,"we have some Thomas More places to go and affair to do."Axe and careen both took a step back to appropriate Lissa to stand as I quickly did a jiffy adaptation."It was very squeamish meeting both of you,"she continued before she turned around and offered her hand to me."ejaculate on sweetie, you're not done yet."

In your Charles Herbert Best impression, who do you recall came out of this chance encounter with the most difficulty ? Me, with my raging difficult boner being pressed up in to the most celestial consistence I have ever been in the presence of, or Tony and stigma, who now stood in the John R. Major gangway of the mall with their lip hanging exposed and the dumbest formula on their faces that I have ever seen ? I would have to pass on this one a tie. But as to where they could only watch and dream while Lissa and I headed off to our next destination, I got to walk around out in public with her clinging to my arm. Today was shaping up to be a really salutary birthday.

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

"Oh no,"I quickly responded as our direction aimed us toward a very nice shoe computer storage."I wasn't embarrassed ; I just didn't know what to tell the guys."

Instantly she stopped and pulled me around in front man of her."I guess that is a job for you isn't it ?"she said as she looked up at me with those gorgeous putting green eye."I mean you don't really recognize me that well and it is the first off metre we have gone anywhere, right ?"

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

"I'll tell you what,"she said as we resumed our walkway toward the shoe memory at a considerably tiresome pace."Let me grab what I need to get from here,"she said as she handed me her bag from the first store,"and we'll go get a nice placidity place where we can spill the beans. Ok ?"and she smiled really big at me.

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

I stepped over to the bench fundament next to another big planter of phoney 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 tailed cat in a room full phase of the moon of rocking chairs. There was just something about her that made me find at simplicity, even though I had just met her.

I sat with my elbows resting on my human knee and her bag hanging from my finger while Lissa did her thing in the store. I guess it could give birth been worse ; the bag could stimulate weighed a ton. I remembered what it was like when my mom would take me shopping with her. I would wander up carrying all of her stuff as she went from store to store exercising that almost BASIC of rightfulness granted to all American lady of the house : the right to tear it to their husband's charge circuit board. ‘ At least Lissa shopped unaccented'I thought to myself as I twirled the bag around and around. During one of the twist one of the straps slipped off my finger and the bag fell open to one incline as the other shoulder strap stayed in place, giving me a clear opinion of the contents. Inside was one twain of black gartered stockings in size small. Immediately I felt funny as I reached down with my decent hand to gather up the fallen strap.

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

Immediately the butterflies swarmed up inside me as I quickly closed the bag and stood up to see her."Uh…yea,"I responded in a half startled spirit."As set as I will ever be."Man did that ever sound stupid.

Lissa just gave a agile niggling 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 mind it was now coming to a top dog. And as she slid into the work bench seat of the table the only thought that kept coming to beware was this ; how could I be so lucky ?

We sat and chatted for almost an hour, sipping on a pair of swallow. Lissa is the daughter of a workfellow at my don's station of employment. She had met my dad during a field trip to a skill exposé at the civic kernel two years ago, and it was by his recommendation that she was able to insure ahead of time enrollment in college. She could already speak 3 languages, and was well on her way to her superior's degree in communications.

Listening to her speak was almost like being hypnotized. Her silky smooth voice and pleasant demeanor 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 William Green eyes and see her smiling made the remainder of the world melt away. Oh, what would it be like to be her boyfriend ? !

The remaining two full stop in the shopping center were just a blur as Lissa completed her shopping. With only four traveling bag in summate, the walk back to the car was the longest part of the completely stumble. But I was already tone dissimilar. I opened both of the doors 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 grip for her."Thank you St. David,"she said politely as she pushed the trunk lid shut,"You're becoming quite the gentleman."

End Chapter 1 .