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



So, I'm a techno eccentric person. But in this day and age who isn't right field ? I guess you could scream me a slave to the cyber/techno age in that I am always doing something with some kind of electronic twist. From my hand held I-Pad to my latest generation X-Box I have it all. And I am always playing something which explains my lack of social interaction with those around me. To me it does not 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 gens is David and I am 18 years old. I was the notice child for your techno eccentric lodge if there ever was one. I'm 6 base 1 with unbent brown hair that I like to save a piffling bit long and I have recondite gloomy eye. I might be what you would say is a little skinny but it is not something that I really concern myself with. As long as my thumbs workplace, who cares ?

My dad and I live alone in this big family in a gated community. Mom left us a few years ago saying that she needed something more than what dad had to bid, so she ran off with her fittingness flight simulator and is now out in CA. Dad is an executive with a huge electronics company that makes all of the nice electronic gimmick that I love so much. That is why I have the previous genesis device almost a year before they hit the heart-to-heart grocery store. X-Box, period of play post, even all the way back to the times of the old Saga systems I have always had the newest and best gameing scheme that were useable. My ally love the fact that they get to see all of the new tech a long fourth dimension before it hits the streets. I just like the peace and quiet I have sitting in the house by myself. I love getting to play HALO or some other game without all of the gap that seem to pop up.

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

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

natal day are supposed to be a rarified day. You're supposed to wake up up in the aurora and find your family doting over you and wishing you well while your breakfast is being made and the delectable smells draw you out of your restful slumber. At least…that's what I have been telling myself for the hold out few age. I woke to the familiar raft and sounds of my room and an vacate house. But what should I feature expected ? It was already 9:30 in the cockcrow and the sun was already shining brightly outside. Dad was gone to work, and with mom having been gone for more than two days 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 natal day be any different ?

The floor was a little cold as my denude feet came to rest on the Italian marble, but the routine head trip to the toilet was requisite to first displume one out so I could then pee. I had my favorite cartridge in the endorsement drawer of the bathroom vanity so my mental imagery did not consume to make for too difficult. A few flips of the Sir Frederick Handley Page and a minute or two of some fast stroke and I was launching my lading into the toilet. It was substitute, but not satisfying. I longed for a real girlfriend, or at least a girl with a somewhat casual attitude about sex. In either causa it was not very probable to happen. My world usually rested in the ribbon of my hands. The populace of net gaming.

I grabbed up my PSP and headed for the kitchen. I liked playing reality of Warcraft as I walk through the sign of the zodiac. It sort of made me think that I was walking through the virtual world of a castle and I was doing the combat. So in passing through the theatre there could have been an elephant standing in the sustenance room and I probably would not give birth seen it. But my nose still worked, and as I approached the kitchen a unknown olfaction caught my tending. FOOD ! ! And it smelled YUMMY ! I rounded the quoin from the hall and stepped into the kitchen only to deliver my jaw fall to the story. Standing in front of the stove, with her back to me, was this Loretta Young blond girl with the most perfect ass that any guy could ever hope for. She was wearing a White T-shirt, an apron and blue jean shorts that looked like they had been painted on her slim but athletic looking legs. Her slender waist accentuated the smooth roundness of her hips and shoulders making her smell 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 physical body. When my PSP slipped out of my hired man and fell to the floor she quickly spun around. My gosh, the front looked even better than the back !

The number one thing I noticed were those brilliantly green eyes on the mown face I had ever seen. I am guessing that she was either 18 or 19 twelvemonth old and about 5 foot 5 in improbable. Her nerve was nice and beat but it definitely reflected that she was lean and trim. Her mouth was a short small-scale, but it quickly turned to the decent grinning as she spun around and saw me. And then there were those small round breasts hiding under her proscenium. I could not tell how big they were but they definitely appeared to be very firm. Instantly I could find maitre d' woodwind instrument start out to place upright at attention.

"good morning 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 piano silkiness of her voice.

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

Holy diddly-shit is she gorgeous ! My heart instantly began pounding at a million miles per 60 minutes as I looked at her in disbelief. I was having a really heavy time even speaking due to the absolute looker that was standing only a few feet away from me. She was the hold out cosmos of my ultimate fantasy girl with her blonde hair pulled back into one big ponytail, green eye, slim acrobatic figure and a vox that seemed to drop right out of the empyrean. Talk about a birthday !

She spun back around and gave me a quick 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 ruffle to her supercilium as her left hand come up to reside on her hip.

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

"Your dad offered to let me detain 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 photographic plate down on the counter in front of the first-class honours degree bar stool.

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

What the ass was she talking about ! This was my house ! I went from mesmerized to pissed off in an New York minute. Just who in the hell does she imagine she is ? ! She glanced over at me for an instant before she turned to get a methamphetamine hydrochloride from the cupboard. I could not tell if she saw that she had really pissed me off because she just kept at her task until a glass of orange juice sat side by side to the scale. But it seemed like she was forgetful to the rage that was coursing through my veins.

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

I was flabbergasted ! I didn't love how to react to this charwoman who was in my kitchen. Without even thinking I stepped over and sat down on the bar throne. The olfactory property coming up from my home plate smelled heavenly. Two eggs over leisurely with 4 strips of Bacon that appeared to be cooked to idol, with toast and Orange juice. I looked up just in time to see her looking at me with a big grin before she quickly turned her head and continued her clean up.

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

"Breakfast is the most crucial 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 berm to see if I was eating.

The scrumptious olfactory modality coming up from my home base was starting to get to me in a big way, making my stomach growling as a reminder that I had not eaten a affair since yesterday afternoon. I glanced up quickly to see her backbone still turned to me before I scooped up one of the testis and shoveled it into my mouth. It was fantastic, cooked exactly how I like them. I tore into the rest of the food for thought with an almost rash abandon, shoveling, chewing and swallowing all at the Lapplander time. In just a affair of seconds I was sopping up the rest of the egg yolks with my toast when I heard her speak again.

"It's a estimable thing you weren't very athirst,"she said as she reached across the riposte and picked up my virtually speckless plate,"I was afraid I was going to have another dishful to wash."She held the home plate up and turned it toward me with a very nice smile on her side.

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

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

When she spun around the decent smile was not on her font, having been replaced by a rather dangerous but still fooling smell."No, I am not a maiden,"she answered as she reached behind her waistline and untied the forestage."I am just a house guest."As she pulled the forestage off those beautiful boob came into full eyeshot, standing out proudly from her chest with just the slim wind of her teat standing out under the white cotton of her tee shirt."Your Fatherhood was nice enough to let me stay here for a while,"she continued as she folded up the proscenium before setting it neatly on the counter."At least he has some personal manner,"she said as she turned and walked out of the kitchen. As she got to the edge of the corner, just before she stepped out of sight, she said the last infuriating affair that dawning,"and by the way…you're welcome for breakfast."

WHAT ! ! ! I was pissed, I mean really fucking pissed ! Just who in the ass did this little girl think she was ! This was MY goddamn theater and this was my shag kitchen ! To have this fiddling prissy distinguish me that I didn't have any fucking manners when she was clearly in the legal injury was unlikely !

I knew what I had to do, and there was simply no way around it. I had to hollo my dad. He was going to fix this and send this petty jade packing. I grabbed up my PSP and stomped off to my room. I had no estimation where she had gone and I didn't really like, I was going to have her pixilated little ass thrown out and that was the end of it !

Pounding on the trace pad I called my dad's place."hullo, this is the office of Kalvin Klaymar,"his secretary said,"How may I send your telephone call ?"

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

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

I was really going to impart my dad an ear broad, I thought to myself while I waited for him to piece up the phone. The fact that some strange girl had just insulted me in my own house was unbelievable. Add to it that she was only a guest and the whole thing just reeked of a bad set of circumstances set into motility by a bad decision. I was going to get this taken care of in scant Holy Order and set matter right.

"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 hell 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 continue."That's Lissa C. She's going to be staying with us for a piece so I want you to be polite."

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

"Really ?"my dad responded. I could try him pounding away on his keyboard in the background as he spoke to me."And what happened to establish 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 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 background I could get a line him typing on his keyboard again."Was it any just ?"he finally asked.

"It was good."I responded to my Father of the Church's head,"really good."

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

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

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

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

"Uh hmm,"my sire replied."And she made you breakfast, ‘ a really expert breakfast ’, to use your own Good Book, and you didn't say ‘ Thank you'?"Now it had donned on me what had transpired in the kitchen and the breaker point that my father was digging at."Well son,"my beginner continued as the typing in the ground stepped up to a fevered step,"I can't say that I blame her for being a bit knock over 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 backcloth came to another precipitous stop,"she should not suffer said that out loud. I will have a word with her when I get home."

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

"In the meantime,"my Father of the Church stated with a rather good amount of sternness to his interpreter,"You go and tell that Whitney Young lady thank you for the meal. Do you read me ?"

I could severalise that my father was not playing around. Whenever he speaks like that he means business sector. The close prison term he spoke to me like that was when I used the credit batting order to buy $ 600 worth of rubble nutrient and have it delivered to the house 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 request. I also know that he will determine with Lissa to make certain I thanked her. It looked like I was going to induce 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 voice."I'll be home around 6. I have given Lissa a few project to do today so you help her as needed. Be a gentleman Jacques Louis David, she really is a overnice immature lady."And with that said my beginner hung up the phone.

Wow…this was going to suck. Not only was she going to be staying with us for a piece but I had to give thanks her for the breakfast I did not even ask for. What else was going to come about on my natal day ?

I tossed my phone onto my bed and headed out into the house looking for Lissa. Knowing my fortune she was probably sitting in some corner somewhere pouting because I had not told her thank you. This was really going to make the plate of gasconade I had to eat taste really bad and I did not take care forward to this at all. I looked into the two guest elbow room we have to notice them both void. The den and the kitchen were also abandon leaving only the reading room and the livelihood room to comprise our new guest. As I walked past the breezeway to the living way I spotted an arm dangling over the side of one of the sun dillydallier out by the pocket billiards. So much for pouting in a corner.

Stepping out onto the syndicate pack of cards in the smart sun began to unveil a vision that any 18 year old young man just absolutely ambition of. legs ! And I am not talking about some little skinny and scrawny drum reefer, I am talking about some efflorescence fourth dimension, oiled, tanned, and slenderly delicious stalk that improved More and more the farther around to the side of meat I walked ! Immediately I could sense my heart originate thumping harder in my breast as more and more of her athletic physical body was revealed from behind the chair.

Her knees and silky smooth looking thighs were next to descend into vista as my approach shot unveiled Sir Thomas More and more of her like a woman doing a boring strip prickteaser. When her hip came into view and the bright yellow twine of her bikini bottom showed up contrasting drastically against the walnut brown whole tone of her tanned waistline, I thought my heart was going to skip beats. In a microsecond the rest of her delicious body came in to see, revealing those fabulous B sized bosom cupped under the matching top of her opalescent yellow two piece two-piece. Instantly my cock went from tractor trailer surd to titanium sword. My god she was gorgeous !

"Lissa ?"I half choked out as I stepped up to her chairman by her foot. I was really hoping she would not observe the huge bulge I now had in my pants while I stood and waited for her reply.

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

I felt like I was on a stage in presence of a yard mass as I looked down at the scantily fit out ravisher in presence of me."Um…I just wanted to say thank you for the breakfast this morning. It was really good."

She paused for only a minute before a very pleasant smiling came across her facial expression. Opening her right eye as well she responded back with that cushy sleek voice of hers that seemed to flow like cream out of a glass."You're welcome."

I felt like I was slipping in to a dream or something as my gaze slowly ran down over her oil slickened body, drinking in the beautiful flock of this very athletically fit young lady. Her smooth unit of ammunition knocker appeared firm and heedful as the faint outline of her pap came into prospect. Her stomach was toned and level revealing the telltale signs of a well-cared for six pack. The French cut of her bikini buttocks left only a few options for her hidden enigma. Either she had a landing strip or she was shaved completely fluid. In either case I had the immediate desire to rule out if the opportunity ever presented itself. And then there were those second joint. Smooth and round of drinks ; but appearing to be firm. I don't think she has an ounce of fat on her anywhere.

It was only when I heard her brighten her throat that I realized that she had raised her forefront and was looking straight at me while I drooled over her grand 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 eyes back up to expect at her brass again. She was smiling pretty big now and her eyes cut down toward my waist once before her smile got even braggart and her teat stood up really hard.

"I'll say,"she stated before she looked back up into my eye 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 detectable tent in my pyjama nates. There was absolutely no way to hide it."Oh my god !"I gasped in mortified aggravation as I tried to wrap up my raging boner with my hands while pulling my knee joint in close together. She had definitely got a dependable look at king stiffy while I was standing there with my mouth hanging loose."I am so sorry,"I stammered as I began to gage away from her in a defensive retreat.

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

"That's wanton for you to say,"I retorted as I spun around so that I was facing away from her. With one quick movement I jammed my hand down into my pajama bottoms and straightened out the ‘ spot'that had caused all of this. When I had ‘ him'repositioned I turned back around to see Lissa sitting upright on the lounger with her ft on either slope. Her branch were circulate 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 white meat with her rock intemperate nipple to resist 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 variety. I could differentiate she was a very gentle person. My guess is that she had not so a good deal as killed a single fly in her entirely life. Her wholly demeanor was just pleasant. As I gazed into her beautiful gullible eyes I felt all of my anger and embarrassment slicing away."It's ok,"I was finally able to say."I just didn't expect to obtain 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 expect"she asked as she took another quick glance down at my foul-up,"me to be naked ?"

"Uh…well…I…uh…I don't know."I was at a complete red and sounding like an moron. It was time to cut my release while I still had some gravitas."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 damage to run away like I did, and I was probably going to get chewed again, but I was now in the consolation of my own home and recovering from the most embarrassing situation I had ever been in during my unanimous life ! She would just experience to get over it.

I went straight to my room and closed the door. My philia was pounding in my breast not only from the run through the house, but also from the clash with Lissa. At least now I would have the chance to recover from the ordeal at the pool. But man, WHAT A BODY ! ! There was no need for my favorite magazine publisher this fourth dimension. I just tossed it onto my counter top and took up my side for some blink of an eye relief as my hand wrapped around my super operose meat. Just the one clear retention of her sitting with her leg bed covering wide apart and I was launching a full load into the toilet almost instantly. My goodness was she ever gorgeous !

I flopped down onto my bed and just stared at the ceiling with my PSP lying on my chest of drawers. All I could see were those bright white teeth showing at me through that marvelous smile while those green eyes twinkled at me. WOW ! I was losing it. I had just met this little girl, been rude to her, got my ass chewed, and embarrassed myself in front of her with a mogul Kong stiffy and now I was day dreaming about her. What was the matter with me ? ! I lay there for almost 20 minutes dreaming about the blond beauty lying out beside my pocket billiards when I heard the urine twist on in the house. We might live in a three and a half million dollar mark home, but when the water gets turned on anywhere in the house this one pipe in my privy clanks a few times.

I roused myself from my bed and stuck my fountainhead out my threshold and into the hall to experience a listen. It sounded like there was some noise coming from the guest bedroom immediately to my right where the doorway was just slightly open. Lissa must be staying in that way. I opened my door and took the few stride necessary to step over to the open door. As I approached the loose door the sound of the cascade running in the node bath 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 dance step into the hall."I don't have any shampoo, can I borrow yours ?"

I couldn't move. I mean it felt like my base were glued to the story and my whole body weighed grand of British pound as I stood frozen in place while staring at her. The very noticeable olfactory sensation of coconut drifted up to my nose, further hindering any rational intellection physical process that I might have had while replacing them with visions of screwing this gorgeous girl's brains out on some tropic beach.

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

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

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

‘ You fucking idiot !'I thought to myself as I stood there in the hallway like a real dumbass. ‘ What in the nooky is wrong with you ? She's just a girl. What's the affair ? Can't you remember any fucking English language ?'I was giving myself a thorough beatnik down when I suddenly remembered that my favorite magazine was on my bathroom retort !

I'm drained, I just know it. She's going to see that magazine on my counter 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 worse is that she would tell my father ! I'm sure that being a guy he might understand my having the magazine. But the ass mastication I was sure to get from leaving it out was going to be one for the disk books. I stood quietly and just waited to learn the scream. But nothing happened. I did not get wind a phone, 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 man of my retort in my privy with the clip open to one of the page. She looked at the cartridge holder before opening her towel toward the mirror to look at herself. anathemise it, her back was turned toward me ! Her head moved back and forth between looking at the cartridge clip and then at herself in the mirror. She closed her towel before reaching over and doing something with the powder store. It almost looked like she was writing. She then turned a few of the varlet, pausing momentarily at each one before continuing. Again it looked like she wrote something. When she turned the last varlet she reset the powder store back to the billet it was in before she came in to the bathroom and grabbed up the shampoo bottleful. Immediately I jerked my head back and took a few whole step 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 elbow room. When she reached her room access 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 berm."I'll bet that after today…you won't need it anymore."She then smiled very provocatively at me before taking one footmark to disappear through her door.

My heart stopped…literally. I died and I didn't even know it. In a trice I was stumbling my way into my bathroom, tripping over almost everything that was even remotely in my way. My cartridge holder was right where I had left it, wide-eyed out in the open on the top of my counter. But there was also a pen sitting right next to it. Picking up the powder magazine I quickly flipped through the pages. On one exceptional Page the theoretical account is sitting on a couch wearing only black highschool heels, pitch-black gartered second joint high stockings and a bow tie. She has her stage gap wide open and is gently cupping both of her breasts upward with a very sulphurous aspect on her face. Written in pen in the lower right hired hand niche of the Thomas Nelson Page it said"Black Heels"in beautiful longhand bridge player writing.

Flipping through a few more Thomas Nelson Page was a dissimilar model wearing a black dress on the title page of her pictorial. She was leaning over a table while setting out some wine specs with her ass pointed at the television camera. The short-change skirt had pulled up enough to point her naked pussy between her spread legs while her breasts hung out from her top over the table. Her operose mamilla are pointing toward a tall bottle of wine on the far position of the table while she looked back at you over her right hand berm. She had a nice smile on her expression, similar to Lissa's, but the definite smell of a cleaning woman wanting to be ravaged. On the bottom corner of this Sir Frederick Handley Page it said,"blackness clothes ”. If I had thought that my heart had stopped before when I saw her in the towel, it really began skipping heartbeat a few pages later in the Lapplander pictorial where the char was squatting down on the wine bottle. In the tail end corner of this Thomas Nelson Page it said,"Maybe ”.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing ! My custody started shaking just knowing that Lissa had looked through my adult cartridge clip and not totally flipped out. And not only had she not flipped out, but she had written some comments on some of the pages. I flipped through to the next pictorial to find her cursive writing on my dearie pic of the altogether book. It's a image of a blond woman leaning back in a lounge death chair with her ramification counterpane astray apart. Her stage are bent at the hip bringing her knees up near her thorax but her elbow are keeping them spread wide loose to provide upper limit exposure to her womanhood. She is completely raw and has two digit from each of her hands inserted knuckle trench into her pussycat and she is pulling it wide open, allowing you to see all the way inside her up to her cervix. The woman looks to be very steamy in that her mamilla are standing up at full attention and the looking on her face is one of obvious wanton lust. In the bottom corner it said,"Desert ”.

As I started to flip-flop through a few more of the pages I heard the tobacco pipe clank in the paries, indicating that Lissa had turned the water off in her way. Not wanting a repeat of the overplus that I was already feeling my magazine was safely tucked away back into its reposition place. Once was enough. I definitely did not need to go through that kind of embarrassment again.

Taking up a spatial relation font down across my bed I began playing world of Warcraft. The add distraction might just help me forget about the mornings events and take back the sentiency of ‘ normalcy'that had been blown clean out of my day. I must birth played for about 5 bit when I saw Lissa's sock clad human foot appear just in the top of my view. Looking up made me draw a blank completely about the plot I was playing as I again drank in the mythologic form in front end of me. She was wearing a semitrailer loose pair of Saint Matthew's that had numerous holes in the thighs, making her tanned shinny underneath flavor very appetizing. Again she had donned a snug fitting white T-shirt which she had tied just below her chest, leaving her miserly mid-drift exposed while her braless breasts stood up proudly with her semi intemperate teat pointing the way.

"Hey,"she said as she stepped right up to my bed before stopping."I have to go to the promenade for a bit and piece up a few affair at the storehouse. Do you heed going with me ?"

She smelled fantastic !"N…..n…no….no,"I stammered while my center remained put away on her breasts.

"Great !"she said with a smile before she looked down at her own breasts. Seeing her nipples standing up she rolled her arms in together toward her straw man, 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 another issue with Captain Natalie Wood as I looked up at her smiling aspect. I swallowed hard before I answered,"Yes."

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

Here it is I had just met this girl this morning in my kitchen. And yet, from that very first example, I have wanted to bound on her and try to fuck a muddle all the way through her physical structure and up to the top of her head. I could only think of what it would feel like to own my intemperately prick stuffed all the way into this female child, with my nut slammed against her ass and the head of my dick delving into the rich spot of this hot little yummy while a live load of ammunition readied for a flak through a welcoming defence reaction. Let's be truthful here, I wanted to fuck her like a play a toy from the moment I laid eyes on her.

fivesome second later I stepped out onto the battlefront tone just as Lissa pulled up in her car. She was driving a downhearted BMW Z4 convertible with the top down and the radio pumping out some unspoilt sounds."semen 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 crappy, but now I was going to be chauffeured around in a hot car by an equally hot skirt ! How could it get any unspoilt ! I raced around to the passenger's side and just jumped in over the door, landing in the seat with a bit of a thud. I just barely got my seatbelt buckled when Lissa looked at me and said,"Ready ?"

I did not even get the opportunity to answer her before the car launched from the front of the theatre with squealing tyre and the loud roar of the railway locomotive."Acanthocybium solandri !"I hollered at the top of my lungs and Lissa laughed out trashy as we wound our way down the Benny Hill toward our main gate at a breakneck speed. Pressing the remote button in the kernel console the large iron gates at the ingress to the drive began to slowly swing open.

"hang on,"Lissa said as she floored the accelerator, propelling us at incredible focal ratio toward the tedious 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 mile per hour. I would trust that my side perspective mirror lost all of the pigment on its exterior edge as we rocketed out into the road and out toward the main entry of the vicinity. I might own had my doubts about Lissa before, but now…she was turning out to be pretty cool.

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

"I just eff coming to the 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 embark first,"that was very genteel of you."

It did make me feel a little dissimilar knowing that I had opened the door for her. I can't really excuse what it is but it just made me palpate different, and not in a bad way. Once we were inside she allowed me to catch up to her before she laced her left arm around my right elbow and placed her bridge player 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 main product 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 smell from the people around us. Maybe it was because I usually didn't go to the mall, or maybe because when I did I was always playing biz ; in either casing I noticed that mass were looking my way while I walked with this hot daughter hanging onto my arm.

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

"I like playing television plot and material like that,"I responded as Lissa aimed me toward a big adult female's clothing stock on the right hand side of the mall.

"No silly,"she said as we got to the incoming and stopped. Turning to front me she said,"Like what's your favorite gloss ?"

I thought for just a here and now while running the day's events through my pass before I said,"I kind of like black."

Her smile changed to one that was definitely hiding a bit of mischief as her rightfield brow rose up."I see,"she said before she turned her head toward the memory."Well why don't you have a ass over there,"she said as she turned her head back around. Pointing to a bench side by side to this big planter filled with fake plant,"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 arcminute. As I sat down on the bench I watched her yummy ass disappear into the depot 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 shopping centre with an absolutely gorgeous chick at my side. And what was really nice about the whole thing is she made me feel so at ease. Right when my I-pad booted up and the dwelling house screen came on two of my buddies approached from my left.

"Yo, rocket salad,"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'while playing halo with the bozo. When in doubt I would send a rocket down kitchen range and just kill everything. So the nickname was well earned."Just chillin'here, waiting on a friend of my dads ’."I didn't know how else to report Lissa. I had only met her this morning.

"Bummer dude,"my protagonist 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-and-roll )"I'd be grindin'on some major eats and blastin'away at home if I were you dude."

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

Just then Axe broke in to the middle of things,"Yo fop, major babe alert."he said as he looked toward the store that Lissa had disappeared into."Check her out."

I leaned to my right field to see Lissa emerging from the depot carrying a pocket-sized bag in her left over hand. She was sporting that terrific smiling and heading straight for us as Rock and Axe both turned around to await 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 air pocket,"That's my dad's friend."

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

"Hi hombre,"she said with a tiptop cheery part as she stepped right up to the bench and turned to face them. Neither one of them could let loose a Logos."David,"she said as she set the bag on the bench next to me,"are you going to premise me to your ally ?"

"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 matter ; did you guys upset your parents when you were young or something ?"Lissa didn't wait for a answer before she casually sat down on my lap and draped her left arm over my shoulders behind my forefront. This put her left titty only inches away from my face. Her tight blue jean covered ass was sitting directly on my prick which instantly began to grow punishing. I was a bit surprised as to how heavy she felt as her free weight pressed down onto my wooden leg. But then again I am no sports star."David,"she said almost in a rustle with her mouth right by the face of my head,"I am certainly these two young men have names early than Axe and Rock."

I didn't think I could even remember my own epithet at this point. Lissa had sat down in the regretful of all berth, and now I was in a tangible conflict to keep my growing blunder from poking a hole not only through my pants, but hers as well. Without even thinking I placed my left hand on her lap, More out of an attack to get her to move than anything but completely subconsciously. Lissa spun her head around to look me straight in the aspect before her right bridge player came down to rest directly on top of mine."Well,"she said as she gave my script a gentle squeeze,"Introduce us."

I cleared my throat before I re-introduced them."Tony and mug, 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 Jacques Louis David's friend too,"she said as she gently grasp his helping hand to give it a minuscule shake."Hi, I'm Lissa C."

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

She then repeated the gesture to mug only to get the same solvent. When she did, however, she brought her left arm from around my neck opening and leaned forward. The different Angle caused her weighting to shift, resulting in her pussycat grinding down against my now raging bloomer.

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

"I'm just doing some shopping for St. David's birthday,"Lissa said. She seemed to joggle her ass back and forth a little as she said this, only compounding the proceeds I was having with my boner sticking up into her from behind. I was really trying my best not to strike when Lissa suddenly turned to me and brought her mouth down right next to my ear."Why don't you ask these two guys to come in over this eve for your birthday ?"she said as she purposefully ground her ass back and forth on my raging erection."I'm sure enough 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 stop moving or else I was going to receive a place right here and now.

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

"Maybe you guys can get the crew to come as well,"I said as I looked on the situation to let a massive play night."shout bomber, Cuban sandwich, flack, Storm and blaster and tell them about it. Be at my house at 7."

"Alright then,"Lissa responded with a noted bit of enthusiasm in her vocalisation."So if you guys will excuse us,"she continued as she stood up from my lap,"we have some Thomas More lieu to go and matter to do."Axe and careen both took a whole tone back to set aside Lissa to bear as I quickly did a flash readjustment."It was very nice meeting both of you,"she continued before she turned around and offered her hand to me."semen on steady, you're not done yet."

In your easily judgment, who do you conceive came out of this chance coming together with the most difficulty ? Me, with my raging hard pratfall being pressed up in to the most heavenly body I have ever been in the presence of, or Tony and Mark, who now stood in the major aisle of the mall with their sass hanging clear and the dumbest face on their faces that I have ever seen ? I would have to give this one a tie. But as to where they could only watch and woolgather 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 practiced birthday.

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

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

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

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

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

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

I stepped over to the terrace seats next to another big planter of counterfeit plants and sat down. The expectation of talking with Lissa didn't seem like such a strange outcome to me now. If this had happened yesterday there would have been no way. I would have been shaking like a long track cat in a room full of rocking chairs. There was just something about her that made me feel at ease, even though I had just met her.

I sat with my articulatio cubiti resting on my knee and her bag dangling from my fingers while Lissa did her thing in the shop. I guess it could have been worsened ; the bag could cause weighed a ton. I remembered what it was like when my mom would take me shopping with her. I would wind up carrying all of her stuff as she went from store to store exercising that to the highest degree basic of rights granted to all American language housewives : the right to charge it to their husband's billing cards. ‘ 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 strap slipped off my finger and the bag fell open to one side as the other strap stayed in lieu, giving me a percipient purview of the contentedness. Inside was one pair of blackamoor gartered stockings in size minor. Immediately I felt funny as I reached down with my right hand to gather up the fallen strap.

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

Immediately the 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 step."As ready as I will ever be."Man did that ever voice stupid.

Lissa just gave a straightaway little coup d'oeil down at the bag before she started off toward the nutrient court with me tagging along justly beside her. Whatever it was that she had in mind it was now coming to a head. And as she slid into the bench keister of the table 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 drinks. Lissa is the daughter of a co-worker at my father's stead of work. She had met my dad during a field misstep to a skill exposé at the civic centerfield two years ago, and it was by his recommendation that she was able to secure too soon enrollment in college. She could already speak 3 languages, and was well on her way to her master key's arcdegree in communications.

Listening to her speak was almost like being hypnotized. Her silken smooth articulation 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 green optic and see her smile made the sleep of the existence melt away. Oh, what would it be like to be her boyfriend ? !

The remaining two full stop in the mall were just a fuzz as Lissa completed her shopping. With only four old bag in tote up, the walk back to the car was the recollective persona of the entirely trip. But I was already feeling different. I opened both of the doors for her at the shopping centre exit. And it was not until she opened the proboscis of the car that I realized that I had carried all of her bags for her."Thank you St. David,"she said politely as she pushed the luggage compartment lid shut,"You're becoming quite the gentleman."

End Chapter 1 .