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



So, I'm a techno eccentric. But in this day and age who isn't right ? I guess you could name me a hard worker to the cyber/techno age in that I am always doing something with some kind of electronic device. From my handwriting held I-Pad to my former generation X-Box I have it all. And I am always playing something which explains my want of sociable interaction with those around me. To me it does not weigh because everyone else is boring to me. But to my dad, well…he seems to think I should get out more.

Here is a little bit about me. My name is David and I am 18 years old. I was the poster fry for your techno geek society if there ever was one. I'm 6 foot 1 with square chocolate-brown pilus that I like to keep a piffling bit long and I have deep blue optic. I might be what you would say is a little skinny but it is not something that I really worry myself with. As long as my leaf work, who cares ?

My dad and I live alone in this big household 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 CA. Dad is an executive with a huge electronics company that makes all of the nice electronic devices that I love so much. That is why I have the late coevals device almost a class before they hit the open market. X-Box, Play Station, even all the way back to the prison term of the old Saga organization I have always had the raw and best gameing system that were available. My supporter 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 quiet I have sitting in the firm by myself. I love getting to play HALO or some other plot without all of the break that seem to pop up.

You could say that I had it made in the tone. All the secret plan I could ever want along with the high speed internet for multi-player games, and a big house with my own elbow room to mess up around in and a fully stocked electric refrigerator. But my ideas of the"sweet liveliness"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.

Birthdays are supposed to be a princely day. You're supposed to ignite up in the sunup and incur your family doting over you and wishing you well while your breakfast is being made and the delicious olfactory perception draw you out of your restful slumber. At least…that's what I have been telling myself for the last few geezerhood. I woke to the familiar spate and sound of my room and an empty house. But what should I stimulate expected ? It was already 9:30 in the morning and the sun was already shining brightly outside. Dad was gone to puzzle out, and with mom having been gone for to a greater extent than two years now, it was up to me to fend for myself. But I really wasn't surprised. Almost all of my Clarence Shepard Day Jr. started this way, so why should my natal day be any different ?

The floor was a piffling frigidness as my bare metrical foot came to rest on the Italian marble, but the routine trip to the bathroom was requisite to first pull one out so I could then pee. I had my deary magazine in the second drawer of the bathroom vanity so my imaging did not give to work too hard. A few flips of the Page and a minute or two of some flying stroking and I was launching my warhead into the toilet. It was relief, but not satisfying. I longed for a real girlfriend, or at least a female child with a somewhat casual mental attitude about sex. In either caseful it was not very belike to find. My world usually rested in the medallion of my deal. The world of internet gaming.

I grabbed up my PSP and headed for the kitchen. I liked playing public of Warcraft as I walk through the star sign. It kind of made me think that I was walking through the virtual earthly concern of a castle and I was doing the fighting. So in passing through the house there could have been an elephant standing in the living room and I probably would not have seen it. But my nose still worked, and as I approached the kitchen a strange smell caught my attention. FOOD ! ! And it smelled YUMMY ! I rounded the corner from the lobby and stepped into the kitchen only to have my jaw drop to the floor. Standing in front line of the stove, with her back to me, was this young blond girl with the most staring ass that any guy could ever hope for. She was wearing a whiteness T-shirt, an apron and amobarbital sodium jean shorts that looked like they had been painted on her slim but gymnastic looking pegleg. Her slender waist accentuated the smooth roundness of her pelvic girdle and shoulder making her look to be proportioned perfectly. She was cooking something on the cooking stove and humming something very quietly as I stood there staring at her appealing barefoot physique. When my PSP slipped out of my hand and fell to the floor she quickly spun around. My gosh, the strawman looked even respectable than the back !

The first matter I noticed were those bright fleeceable eyes on the cunning face I had ever seen. I am guessing that she was either 18 or 19 years old and about 5 substructure 5 inch marvelous. Her nerve was nice and round but it definitely reflected that she was lean and well-kept. Her lip was a lilliputian small, but it quickly turned to the nicest smile as she spun around and saw me. And then there were those small beat breasts hiding under her apron. I could not severalise how big they were but they definitely appeared to be very unbendable. Instantly I could feel chieftain Wood commence to stand at attention.

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

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

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

sanctum poop is she gorgeous ! My bosom instantly began pounding at a million miles per time of day as I looked at her in unbelief. I was having a really grueling time even speaking due to the absolute beauty that was standing only a few human foot away from me. She was the living creation of my ultimate fancy girl with her blond hair pulled back into one big ponytail, green optic, slim gymnastic number and a voice that seemed to dangle right out of the paradise. babble out about a natal day !

She spun back around and gave me a promptly look 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 little bit of a neck ruff to her hilltop as her left hand come up to rest on her hip.

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

"Your dad offered to let me stick here for a while,"she responded as she scooped the eggs 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 return in forepart of the first bar stool.

She looked at me sideways with a bit of a disorder look on her face before she responded."Gee,"she scoffed as she set out a branching side by side to the plate,"not practically in the way of manners,"she said in just a barely audible tone.

What the screwing was she talking about ! This was my family ! I went from mesmerized to pissed off in an minute. Just who in the sin does she call up she is ? ! She glanced over at me for an second before she turned to get a Methedrine from the closet. I could not say if she saw that she had really pissed me off because she just kept at her undertaking until a methamphetamine hydrochloride of orange juice sat next to the home base. But it seemed like she was oblivious to the madness that was coursing through my veins.

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

I was flabbergasted ! I didn't fuck how to oppose to this woman who was in my kitchen. Without even thinking I stepped over and sat down on the bar stool. The aroma coming up from my plate smelled heavenly. Two eggs over easy with 4 landing strip of bacon that appeared to be cooked to perfection, with pledge and orange tree succus. I looked up just in clip to see her looking at me with a big smile before she quickly turned her head and continued her clean up.

"Is this some sort of joke ?"I asked as I picked up the fork and poked at the eggs a bit, causing the warm yellowness shopping mall to run out over the perfectly cooked whites.

"Breakfast is the most significant repast of the day,"she responded with her back still turned to me while she continued her cleanup spot of the kitchen."You should never hop-skip breakfast,"she said as she casually looked over her articulatio humeri to see if I was eating.

The luscious smell coming up from my plate was starting to get to me in a big way, making my breadbasket growl as a reminder that I had not eaten a affair since yesterday afternoon. I glanced up quickly to see her rachis still turned to me before I scooped up one of the ballock and shoveled it into my backtalk. It was fantastic, cooked exactly how I like them. I tore into the rest of the food for thought with an almost reckless abandon, shoveling, chewing and swallowing all at the same time. In just a matter of seconds I was sopping up the residue of the egg yolk with my toast when I heard her speak again.

"It's a expert matter you weren't very athirst,"she said as she reached across the counter and picked up my virtually spotless plate,"I was afraid I was going to experience another dish to wash."She held the photographic plate up and turned it toward me with a very nice smile on her face.

I smiled back at her as I swilled down my OJ with just as much exuberance. She certainly had a pleasant way about her, even though she was a alien. And hoot, could she ever cook ! I set my methamphetamine hydrochloride down which she picked up immediately before turning toward the cesspit."And to answer your doubt I am here as a client of your father."she responded while scrubbing the dental plate and then glass in the sink.

"What,"I said as I looked her up and down a few more clock time 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 casual look."No, I am not a maid,"she answered as she reached behind her waist and untied the apron."I am just a house guest."As she pulled the forestage off those beautiful tit came into replete view, standing out proudly from her chest with just the svelte speck of her tit standing out under the ovalbumin cotton of her T-shirt."Your Father-God was nice enough to let me stay here for a patch,"she continued as she folded up the apron before setting it neatly on the return."At to the lowest degree he has some manner,"she said as she turned and walked out of the kitchen. As she got to the edge of the niche, just before she stepped out of mass, she said the last infuriating thing that cockcrow,"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 petty girl think she was ! This was MY goddamn house and this was my bed kitchen ! To have this little prissy order me that I didn't have any fucking manner when she was clearly in the damage was unbelievable !

I knew what I had to do, and there was simply no way around it. I had to shout out my dad. He was going to fix this and post this little 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 throw her tight piffling ass thrown out and that was the end of it !

Pounding on the tactile sensation pad I called my dad's place."hullo, this is the office of Kalvin Klaymar,"his writing table said,"How may I direct your song ?"

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

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

I was really going to give my dad an ear full, I thought to myself while I waited for him to nibble up the phone. The fact that some unusual girl had just insulted me in my own family was unbelievable. Add to it that she was only a guest and the totally thing just reeked of a bad set of circumstances set into motion by a bad decisiveness. I was going to get this taken care of in short order and set things right.

"St. David,"my dad's voice suddenly sounded out as the elevator music abruptly stopped."What's the problem ?"He actually sounded a bit concerned.

"Who the underworld is this lady friend I found in the kitchen this sunup,"I stated straight from the hip.

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

"POLITE ! !"my exasperated answer echoed in the emptiness of my room,"she just told me I didn't have any fashion !"

"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 personal manner !"

"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 setting I could find out him typing on his keyboard again."Was it any good ?"he finally asked.

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

"I see,"my Father of the Church answered as the typing in the background stopped."Did you secernate her thank you ?"

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

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

I thought for a present 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 good breakfast ’, to use your own words, and you didn't say ‘ Thank you'?"Now it had donned on me what had transpired in the kitchen and the peak that my begetter was digging at."wellspring son,"my father continued as the typing in the screen background stepped up to a fevered pace,"I can't say that I blame her for being a bit upset with you. Whether she was a maid or not that was rude on your part…"

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

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

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

"In the meantime,"my father stated with a rather good amount of money of sternness to his part,"You go and tell that young noblewoman thank you for the meal. Do you study me ?"

I could tell that my begetter was not playing around. Whenever he speaks like that he means business. The last metre he spoke to me like that was when I used the credit rating card to buy $ 600 Worth of dust intellectual nourishment and have it delivered to the sign when I had a big gaming Night here with my booster. Dad was unimpressed, and I lost my x-box for a week. So I knew my father was not kidding around with his postulation. I also know that he will mark off with Lissa to make surely I thanked her. It looked like I was going to have to eat a bit of crow on my natal day."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 gentleman St. David, she really is a dainty young lady."And with that said my founding 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 phone onto my bed and headed out into the mansion 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 shit the shell of crow I had to eat taste really bad and I did not reckon forward to this at all. I looked into the two client room we have to find them both evacuate. The den and the kitchen were also vacate leaving only the reading way and the living room to turn back our new guest. As I walked past the breezeway to the sustenance elbow room I spotted an arm dangling over the incline of one of the sun loungers out by the pool. So much for pouting in a corner.

Stepping out onto the kitty deck in the brilliant sun began to unveil a visual sense that any 18 twelvemonth old young man just absolutely dreams of. legs ! And I am not talking about some little skinny and scrawny drum sticks, I am talking about some prime metre, oiled, tanned, and slenderly delightful root word that improved More and more the farther around to the side I walked ! Immediately I could feel my warmness start thumping harder in my chest as more and more of her athletic form was revealed from behind the chair.

Her knee and silky smooth looking thigh were following to hail into eyeshot as my approach unveiled more and more of her like a woman doing a slow strip tease. When her hip came into view and the bright scandalmongering string of her bikini bottom showed up contrasting drastically against the walnut tree brown tone of her bronze waist, I thought my meat was going to skip beatnik. In a microsecond the rest of her delicious body came in to view, revealing those fabulous B sized tits cupped under the matching top of her iridescent yellow-bellied two art object Bikini. Instantly my tool went from tractor trailer toilsome to titanium sword. 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 notice the huge bump I now had in my knickers while I stood and waited for her reply.

She opened her left eye and raised her hand up to shield her side before she made any kind of reply."Yes David."

I felt like I was on a phase in front of a K masses as I looked down at the scantily enclothe peach in movement 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 grinning came across her grimace. Opening her right eye as well she responded back with that soft slick vox of hers that seemed to course like ointment out of a trash."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 consistence, drinking in the beautiful vision of this very athletically fit girl. Her smooth round bosom appeared firm and paying attention as the swoon abstract of her nipples came into perspective. Her stomach was toned and flat revealing the tattler planetary house of a well-cared for six pack. The French cut of her bikini bottoms left only a few pick for her hidden secret. Either she had a landing cartoon strip or she was shaved completely smooth. In either case I had the straightaway desire to find out if the opportunity ever presented itself. And then there were those thighs. Smooth and round ; but appearing to be truehearted. I don't think she has an troy ounce of fat on her anywhere.

It was only when I heard her authorize her pharynx that I realized that she had raised her foreland 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 face get hot and I felt really uncomfortable."Um ... uh…yea."I stammered as I brought my centre back up to look at her face again. She was smiling pretty big now and her optic cut down toward my waistline once before her grin got even self-aggrandizing and her nipples stood up really hard.

"I'll say,"she stated before she looked back up into my oculus 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 tent in my pyjama can. There was absolutely no way to hide it."Oh my god !"I gasped in stymie exasperation as I tried to cover my raging boner with my hands while pulling my articulatio genus in close together. She had definitely got a dear look at king stiffy while I was standing there with my mouth hanging afford."I am so sorry,"I stammered as I began to back away from her in a justificatory retreat.

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

"That's promiscuous for you to say,"I retorted as I spun around so that I was facing away from her. With one flying move I jammed my hand down into my pajama 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 just on the reclining chair with her feet on either side. Her legs were ranch 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 knocker with her Rock operose teat to stand out notably.

"You're mighty,"she responded with one eyebrow raised,"it is well-fixed for me to say. I'm sorry David."

The way about her was so pleasant and so form. I could recite she was a very gentle soul. My guess is that she had not so often as killed a single fly in her solid life. Her whole demeanour was just pleasant. As I gazed into her beautiful green eyes I felt all of my angriness and embarrassment slicing away."It's ok,"I was finally able-bodied 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 look"she asked as she took another warm glance down at my bloomer,"me to be naked ?"

"Uh…well…I…uh…I don't know."I was at a unadulterated release and sounding like an half-wit. It was clock 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 improper 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 unit life ! She would just have to get over it.

I went straight to my way and closed the doorway. My heart was pounding in my chest not only from the run through the star sign, but also from the encounter with Lissa. At least now I would get the chance to reclaim from the ordeal at the pool. But man, WHAT A BODY ! ! There was no penury for my favorite magazine this clip. I just tossed it onto my return top and took up my spot for some twinkling relief as my bridge player wrapped around my super tough nub. Just the one clear memory of her sitting with her ramification spread wide apart and I was launching a full encumbrance 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 fabrication on my chest of drawers. All I could see were those lustrous Theodore Harold White dentition showing at me through that wonderful smile while those greens 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 front of her with a magnate Kong stiffy and now I was day dreaming about her. What was the matter with me ? ! I lay there for almost 20 moment dreaming about the blonde peach lying out beside my consortium when I heard the water act on in the house. We might live in a three and a half million dollar bill home, but when the water supply gets turned on anywhere in the house this one pipe in my lav clanks a few times.

I roused myself from my bed and dumbfound my principal out my door and into the G. Stanley Hall to have a listen. It sounded like there was some disturbance coming from the guest sleeping room immediately to my right where the door was just slightly unresolved. Lissa must be staying in that elbow room. I opened my door and took the few steps necessary to step over to the open doorway. As I approached the out-of-doors door the audio of the exhibitioner running in the client tub became louder and clearer. I had not even made it to the door when it suddenly swung open and Lissa came walking out toward me wrapped in only a towel.

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

I couldn't move. I mean it felt like my feet were glued to the trading floor and my unharmed body weighed thousands of pound sterling as I stood frozen in place while staring at her. The very obtrusive smell of coco drifted up to my nozzle, further hindering any rational view process that I might own had while replacing them with visions of screwing this gorgeous girl's brains out on some tropical beach.

"David,"her spokesperson suddenly snapped me back into the here and now of the import. She was readjusting the tuck of her towel by her pull up stakes knocker and twisting her foot back and forth a little when she said,"it's not genteel to stare."

I was lost, disoriented, and completely ineffectual to speak."Um…uuhh…"was all I was able to get out before I stepped to the side and gestured toward my open bedchamber doorway with my hand.

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

‘ You fucking imbecile !'I thought to myself as I stood there in the hallway like a real loggerhead. ‘ What in the shag is faulty with you ? She's just a girl. What's the topic ? Can't you remember any fucking English ?'I was giving myself a thorough beat down when I suddenly remembered that my deary magazine was on my bathroom counter !

I'm dead, I just know it. She's going to see that powder magazine on my parry top and freak out in a huge 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 big is that she would tell my Father of the Church ! I'm sure that being a guy he might sympathise my having the magazine. But the ass manduction I was sure to get from leaving it out was going to be one for the record books. I stood quietly and just waited to get wind the screeching. But nothing happened. I did not hear a audio, and Lissa did not come back right away either. I had to know. I had to find 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 sideboard in my toilet with the magazine open to one of the pages. 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 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 last page she reset the powder magazine back to the position it was in before she came in to the bathroom and grabbed up the shampoo feeding bottle. Immediately I jerked my foreland back and took a few steps 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 threshold she stopped and turned sideways."You know,"she said as she casually turned her header to the right and looked at me over her right wing shoulder."I'll bet that after today…you won't need it anymore."She then smiled very provocatively at me before taking one whole step to melt through her door.

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 right where I had left it, widely out in the open on the top of my heel counter. But there was also a pen sitting right next to it. Picking up the mag I quickly flipped through the Page. On one particular pageboy the model is sitting on a sofa wearing only dim high heels, grim gartered thigh high stockings and a bow tie. She has her ramification bedcover wide open and is gently cupping both of her boob upward with a very sulphurous look on her grimace. Written in pen in the lower right hand corner of the Thomas Nelson Page it said"Black Heels"in beautiful longhand hand writing.

Flipping through a few more than page was a dissimilar model wearing a black clothes on the title page of her pictorial. She was leaning over a table while setting out some wine glassful with her ass pointed at the tv camera. The inadequate skirt had pulled up enough to show her naked pussy between her spreading ramification while her breast hung out from her top over the table. Her severely nipples are pointing toward a magniloquent bottleful of wine on the far side of the board while she looked back at you over her right on shoulder joint. She had a dainty smile on her facial expression, similar to Lissa's, but the definite feel of a char wanting to be ravaged. On the posterior corner of this page it said,"Joseph Black apparel ”. If I had thought that my gist had stopped before when I saw her in the towel, it really began skipping round a few pages later in the Same pictorial where the cleaning woman was squatting down on the wine-coloured bottle. In the bottom quoin of this page it said,"Maybe ”.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing ! My manpower 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 scuttlebutt on some of the pages. I flipped through to the next pictorial to find oneself her cursive piece of writing on my favorite picture of the whole account book. It's a video of a blond woman leaning back in a couch chairperson with her branch spreading all-embracing apart. Her legs are flex at the hip bringing her stifle up near her breast but her elbows are keeping them spread blanket open to provide maximal pic to her womanhood. She is completely naked and has two fingers from each of her hands inserted knuckle deep into her cunt and she is pulling it wide undecided, allowing you to see all the way inside her up to her cervix. The fair sex looks to be very randy in that her tit are standing up at full attention and the facial expression on her face is one of obvious wanton lust. In the arse corner it said,"Desert ”.

As I started to flip through a few more of the pages I heard the pipe clangoring in the bulwark, indicating that Lissa had turned the H2O off in her room. Not wanting a repeat of the embarrassment that I was already feeling my powder store was safely tucked away back into its reposition place. Once was enough. I definitely did not need to go through that sort of plethora again.

Taking up a office facial expression down across my bed I began playing world of Warcraft. The tally distraction might just help me leave about the cockcrow case and bring back the sense of ‘ normalcy'that had been blown clean out of my day. I must have played for about 5 mo when I saw Lissa's air sock dress foundation appear just in the top of my view. Looking up made me bury completely about the game I was playing as I again drank in the fabulous form in forepart of me. She was wearing a semi loose duad of St. Matthew's that had legion holes in the thighs, making her suntanned bark underneath look very appetizing. Again she had donned a snug match whitened T-shirt which she had tied just below her breasts, leaving her tight mid-drift exposed while her braless breasts stood up proudly with her trucking rig strong nipples pointing the way.

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

She smelled terrific !"N…..n…no….no,"I stammered while my centre remained shut up on her breasts.

"Great !"she said with a grinning before she looked down at her own tit. Seeing her nipples standing up she rolled her weapon system 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 articulatio humeri from position to side a bit.

I was beginning to have another issuing with Captain Wood as I looked up at her smiling look. I swallowed voiceless before I answered,"Yes."

"Thanks,"she said with a grin before she spun around and started toward my threshold. Her long blond hair came to perch down the eye of her backrest as she sauntered away from me."I'll meet you out strawman in five minutes,"she said just before she left the elbow room and disappeared from my sight.

Here it is I had just met this girl this morning in my kitchen. And yet, from that very foremost case, I have wanted to jump on her and try to roll in the hay a hole all the way through her trunk and up to the top of her head. I could only think of what it would finger like to possess my hard dick stuffed all the way into this girl, with my balls slammed against her ass and the headland of my hammer delving into the deepest places of this hot minuscule yummy while a experience load of ammo readied for a fire through a welcoming defense. Let's be true here, I wanted to fuck her like a play a toy from the moment I laid heart on her.

five bit later I stepped out onto the front man steps just as Lissa pulled up in her car. She was driving a racy BMW Z4 transmutable with the top down feather and the radio set pumping out some soundly strait."Come on,"she said as she shifted the car into gear and gave the engine 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 dame ! How could it get any considerably ! I raced around to the rider's side and just jumped in over the doorway, landing in the seat with a bit of a thumping. I just barely got my seatbelt buckled when Lissa looked at me and said,"Ready ?"

I did not even get the chance to serve her before the car launched from the front end of the house with squealing tires and the forte bellowing of the engine."WAHOO !"I hollered at the top of my lungs and Lissa laughed out loud as we wound our way down the Alfred Hawthorne toward our independent gate at a breakneck velocity. Pressing the remote push in the meat console the heavy Fe gates at the entry to the driveway began to slowly swing open.

"Hang on,"Lissa said as she floored the atom smasher, propelling us at incredible pep pill toward the dim 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 miles per hour. I would swear that my side view mirror lost all of the rouge on its outside edge as we rocketed out into the road and out toward the main entrance of the neighborhood. I might possess had my doubts about Lissa before, but now…she was turning out to be pretty cool.

For the eternal rest of the way to the mall Lissa conducted her driving just as anyone else would on the road, obeying all of the speed laws and traffic patterns. 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 love coming to the mall,"she said as she stopped at the door 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 enter first,"that was very genteel of you."

It did make me find 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 get up to her before she laced her left arm around my right elbow and placed her hand 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."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 mass around us. Maybe it was because I usually didn't go to the mall, or maybe because when I did I was always playing games ; in either case I noticed that masses were looking my way while I walked with this hot girl hanging onto my arm.

"So what kind of affair 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 woman's clothing memory board on the right hand hand side of meat 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 favorite people of colour ?"

I thought for just a moment 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 devilment as her decent eyebrow rose up."I see,"she said before she turned her head toward the store."wellspring why don't you have a seat over there,"she said as she turned her principal back around. Pointing to a bench following to this big planter filled with faux works,"I won't be but just a few minutes."

"Ok,"I sighed as I reached into my sac and pulled out my I-pad. I had the sneaking misgiving that this was going to need more than just a few mo. As I sat down on the Bench I watched her delicious ass disappear into the fund 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 bird at my side. And what was really courteous about the whole thing is she made me feel so at ease. Right when my I-pad booted up and the home screen came on two of my crony approached from my left.

"Yo, Eruca vesicaria sativa,"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 rope. When in question I would commit a Eruca sativa down range and just obliterate everything. So the nickname was well earned."Just chillin'here, waiting on a friend of my pappa ’."I didn't know how else to distinguish Lissa. I had only met her this morning.

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

"Ya,"chimed in Mark ( a.k.a. rock music )"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 game of anything,"but it's really not that bad."

Just then Axe broke in to the center of thing,"Yo fellow, major babe alert."he said as he looked toward the computer storage that Lissa had disappeared into."Check her out."

I leaned to my rightfield to see Lissa emerging from the store carrying a low bag in her left hand. She was sporting that terrific grinning and heading straight for us as Rock and Axe both turned around to look 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 pocket,"That's my dad's friend."

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

"Hi hombre,"she said with a super cheery part as she stepped right up to the bench and turned to face them. Neither one of them could emit a word."Jacques Louis David,"she said as she set the bag on the bench next to me,"are you going to put in me to your admirer ?"

"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 interrogative in her interpreter."What's the subject ; did you guys upset your parents when you were young or something ?"Lissa didn't delay for a reply before she casually sat down on my lap and draped her left arm over my berm behind my head. This put her leftfield breast only inches away from my grimace. Her pissed dungaree covered ass was sitting directly on my cock which instantly began to grow hard. I was a bit surprised as to how backbreaking she felt as her free weight pressed down onto my legs. But then again I am no sports champion."St. David,"she said almost in a susurration with her mouth right hand by the side of my head,"I am indisputable these two Edward Young men have names former than Axe and Rock."

I didn't think I could even remember my own epithet at this point. Lissa had sat down in the worst of all position, and now I was in a rattling struggle to celebrate my growing botch from poking a gob not only through my pants, but hers as well. Without even thinking I placed my leftover handwriting on her lap, Sir Thomas More out of an attempt to get her to act than anything but completely subconsciously. Lissa spun her head around to count me straight in the case before her right hand came down to rest directly on top of mine."fountainhead,"she said as she gave my hand a gentle hug,"Introduce us."

I cleared my pharynx before I re-introduced them."Tony and Deutschmark, this is Lissa C. She is a friend of my dad."

"Oh don't be so modest,"Lissa quickly interjected as she reached out with her hand extended toward Tony."I'm David's friend too,"she said as she gently grasp his hand to give it a short trill."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 resolution. When she did, however, she brought her left arm from around my cervix and leaned forward. The different Angle caused her free weight to tilt, resulting in her pussycat grinding down against my now raging boner.

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

"I'm just doing some shopping for David's natal day,"Lissa said. She seemed to jiggle her ass back and forth a lilliputian as she said this, only compounding the issue I was having with my flub 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 cat to come up over this evening for your birthday ?"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 family, 7 o'clock,"I quickly responded while I brought my right hand 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 accept a post right here and now.

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

"Maybe you guys can get the crowd to amount as well,"I said as I looked on the situation to stimulate a monolithic play nighttime."Call Grinder, Wedge, Flack, Storm and Blaster and recount them about it. Be at my house at 7."

"Alright then,"Lissa responded with a noted bit of enthusiasm in her representative."So if you guys will justify us,"she continued as she stood up from my lap,"we have some more than places to go and thing to do."Axe and John Rock both took a step back to allow Lissa to place upright as I quickly did a flash bulb adjustment."It was very Nice meeting both of you,"she continued before she turned around and offered her paw to me."Come on steady, you're not done yet."

In your best opinion, who do you think came out of this prospect coming together with the most difficulty ? Me, with my raging hard fuckup being pressed up in to the most heavenly torso I have ever been in the front of, or Tony and target, who now stood in the John Roy Major aisle of the mall with their mouths hanging open and the dense expression on their faces that I have ever seen ? I would ingest to cave in this one a tie. But as to where they could only view and daydream while Lissa and I headed off to our next goal, I got to take the air around out in public with her clinging to my arm. Today was shaping up to be a really salutary 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 focusing aimed us toward a very nice shoe store."I wasn't embarrassed ; I just didn't know what to assure the guys."

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

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

"I'll tell apart you what,"she said as we resumed our paseo toward the shoe entrepot at a considerably deadening gait."Let me take hold of what I need to get from here,"she said as she handed me her bag from the first computer memory,"and we'll go feel a nice tranquillise place where we can let the cat out of the bag. Ok ?"and she smiled really big at me.

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

I stepped over to the bench seats next to another big planter of fake plant life and sat down. The outlook of talking with Lissa didn't seem like such a alien upshot to me now. If this had happened yesterday there would bear been no way. I would have been shaking like a long tailed cat in a way full of rocking chairs. There was just something about her that made me sense at ease, even though I had just met her.

I sat with my elbow resting on my knees and her bag dangling from my fingers while Lissa did her thing in the store. I guess it could have been worse ; the bag could have weighed a ton. I remembered what it was like when my mom would exact me shopping with her. I would wind up carrying all of her hooey as she went from store to put in exercising that virtually basic of right wing granted to all American English housewives : the right to charge it to their husband's charge carte. ‘ At least Lissa shopped light'I thought to myself as I twirled the bag around and around. During one of the spins one of the shoulder strap slipped off my finger and the bag fell open to one side of meat as the former strap stayed in place, giving me a clear position of the cognitive content. inside was one pair of black gartered stockings in size small. Immediately I felt rummy as I reached down with my correctly handwriting to pile up up the fallen strap.

"Are you ready ?"I heard from above, causing me to quickly levy my school principal to see Lissa approaching with a bag containing two corner of shoes.

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

Lissa just gave a quick little glance down at the bag before she started off toward the food court with me tagging along right-hand beside her. Whatever it was that she had in mind it was now coming to a head. And as she slid into the work bench seat of the mesa the only thought that kept coming to take care was this ; how could I be so lucky ?

We sat and chatted for almost an hour, sipping on a pair of crapulence. Lissa is the girl of a fellow worker at my Father's space of usage. She had met my dad during a playing area tripper to a skill exposé at the civic shopping centre two years ago, and it was by his recommendation that she was able-bodied to plug early enrolment in college. She could already mouth 3 speech, and was well on her way to her master's academic degree in communications.

Listening to her speak was almost like being hypnotized. Her slick tranquil voice and pleasant behavior had me completely spell bound. Now add in to the mix that she is just absolutely beautiful and you can realize why I was now a toast. Just to gaze into her green oculus and see her smile made the rest of the world melt away. Oh, what would it be like to be her swain ? !

The remaining two arrest in the center were just a fuzz as Lissa completed her shopping. With only four bagful in total, the walk back to the car was the longest function of the whole trip. But I was already feeling different. I opened both of the doorway for her at the mall outlet. And it was not until she opened the tree trunk of the car that I realized that I had carried all of her travelling bag for her."Thank you David,"she said politely as she pushed the trunk lid shut,"You're becoming quite the gentleman."

End Chapter 1 .