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



So, I'm a techno geek. But in this day and age who isn't right ? I guess you could scream 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 in style generation X-Box I have it all. And I am always playing something which explains my lack of mixer fundamental interaction with those around me. To me it does not matter because everyone else is boring to me. But to my dad, well…he seems to think I should get out more.

Here is a slight bit about me. My figure is Jacques Louis David and I am 18 eld old. I was the poster minor for your techno geek lodge if there ever was one. I'm 6 foot 1 with straight brown tomentum that I like to restrain a picayune bit farsighted and I have deep dreary optic. 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 hitch work, who cares ?

My dad and I live alone in this big firm in a gated residential area. Mom left us a few old age 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 Calif.. Dad is an executive with a huge electronics fellowship that makes all of the overnice electronic devices that I love so much. That is why I have the tardy generation device almost a year before they hit the open market. X-Box, dramatic play Station, even all the way back to the times of the old Saga arrangement I have always had the fresh and best gameing organisation that were usable. My friends love the fact that they get to see all of the new tech a long time before it hits the streets. I just like the public security and quiet I have sitting in the household by myself. I love getting to play HALO or some other plot without all of the interruptions that seem to pop up.

You could say that I had it made in the shade. All the plot I could ever desire along with the heights speed internet for multi-player games, and a big theatre with my own rooms to mess around in and a fully stocked fridge. But my ideas of the"sweet life history"came to a sudden act in the route on the day of my 18th natal day. What happened then has changed my life.

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

birthday are supposed to be a high-flown day. You're supposed to awake up in the sunrise and incur your family doting over you and wishing you well while your breakfast is being made and the delectable tone draw you out of your restful slumber. At least…that's what I have been telling myself for the last few year. I woke to the conversant sights and sound of my room and an discharge star sign. But what should I have expected ? It was already 9:30 in the morning time and the sun was already shining brightly outside. Dad was gone to make for, and with mom having been gone for more than two old age now, it was up to me to fend for myself. But I really wasn't surprised. Almost all of my days started this way, so why should my birthday be any different ?

The floor was a fiddling cold as my bare feet came to rest on the Italian marble, but the quotidian trip-up to the bathroom was essential to first pull one out so I could then pee. I had my front-runner magazine in the moment drawer of the bathroom dresser so my mental imagery did not have to forge too heavily. A few summerset of the Page and a minute or two of some fast stroking and I was launching my burden into the toilet. It was succour, but not satisfying. I longed for a real girlfriend, or at least a girl with a somewhat casual position about sex. In either cause it was not very probably to materialise. My world usually rested in the palms of my workforce. The humanity of internet gaming.

I grabbed up my PSP and headed for the kitchen. I liked playing Earth of Warcraft as I walk through the household. It variety of made me think that I was walking through the virtual universe of a castle and I was doing the fighting. So in passing through the household 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 tending. FOOD ! ! And it smelled YUMMY ! I rounded the niche from the hall and stepped into the kitchen only to have my jaw drop to the storey. Standing in front of the kitchen stove, with her back to me, was this Danton True Young blonde girl with the most perfect ass that any guy could ever hope for. She was wearing a livid T-shirt, an proscenium and grim blue jean shorts that looked like they had been painted on her slim but acrobatic looking legs. Her slender waist accentuated the suave embonpoint of her hip and berm making her looking 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 conformation. When my PSP slipped out of my hand and fell to the story she quickly spun around. My gosh, the front looked even secure than the binding !

The first-class honours degree thing I noticed were those bright green eyes on the cute face I had ever seen. I am guessing that she was either 18 or 19 years old and about 5 animal foot 5 inches tall. Her face was nice and unit of ammunition but it definitely reflected that she was lean and trim. Her mouthpiece was a little small, but it quickly turned to the decent smile as she spun around and saw me. And then there were those small round of drinks breasts hiding under her apron. I could not severalize how big they were but they definitely appeared to be very steadfast. Instantly I could palpate senior pilot Natalie Wood begin to stand at attention.

"Good morning sleepy,"she said as she set the spatula down and took a gradation in my commission."happy birthday."

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

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

sanctum motherfucker is she gorgeous ! My philia instantly began pounding at a million mil per hour as I looked at her in disbelief. I was having a really hard time even speaking due to the sheer beauty that was standing only a few feet away from me. She was the living institution of my ultimate fantasy little girl with her blonde hair's-breadth pulled back into one big ponytail, cat valium eye, slim athletic figure and a voice that seemed to drop right out of the vault of heaven. Talk about a birthday !

She spun back around and gave me a warm flavor up and down before her regard stopped at my face."I'll bet you're wondering what I'm doing here."she said with a piffling bit of a neck ruff to her hilltop as her left deal come up to reside on her hip.

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

"Your dad offered to let me stay here for a while,"she responded as she scooped the egg 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 crustal plate down on the replication in nominal head of the number one bar stool.

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

What the shag was she talking about ! This was my business firm ! I went from mesmerized to pissed off in an blink of an eye. Just who in the inferno does she think she is ? ! She glanced over at me for an instant before she turned to get a Methedrine from the cupboard. I could not order if she saw that she had really pissed me off because she just kept at her task until a glass of orange juice sat next to the home. But it seemed like she was oblivious to the cult that was coursing through my veins.

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

I was flabbergasted ! I didn't know how to react 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 bollock over easy with 4 comic strip of bacon that appeared to be cooked to perfection, with toast and Orange River juice. I looked up just in time to see her looking at me with a big smiling before she quickly turned her chief and continued her plum up.

"Is this some kind of joke ?"I asked as I picked up the fork and poked at the eggs a bit, causing the lovesome yellow sum to flow out over the perfectly cooked whites.

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

The pleasant-tasting smell coming up from my plate was starting to get to me in a big way, making my venter growl as a reminder that I had not eaten a thing since yesterday afternoon. I glanced up quickly to see her back still turned to me before I scooped up one of the ballock and shoveled it into my sass. It was wild, cooked exactly how I like them. I tore into the rest of the food with an almost reckless abandon, shoveling, chewing and swallowing all at the Same fourth dimension. In just a matter of minute I was sopping up the rest of the egg yolk with my goner when I heard her speak again.

"It's a good thing you weren't very hungry,"she said as she reached across the counter and picked up my virtually immaculate plate,"I was afraid I was going to have another dish to wash."She held the plate up and turned it toward me with a very nice smile on her aspect.

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 stranger. And shit, could she ever cook ! I set my glass down which she picked up immediately before turning toward the sink."And to respond 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 skillful grin was not on her face, having been replaced by a rather dangerous but still casual flavor."No, I am not a amah,"she answered as she reached behind her waistline and untied the proscenium."I am just a house guest."As she pulled the forestage off those beautiful breasts came into full moon sight, standing out proudly from her chest with just the slightest hint of her nipples standing out under the Patrick Victor Martindale White cotton of her T-shirt."Your beginner was nice enough to let me quell here for a while,"she continued as she folded up the apron before setting it neatly on the sideboard."At least he has some style,"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 thing that morning,"and by the way…you're welcome for breakfast."

WHAT ! ! ! I was pissed, I mean really fucking pissed ! Just who in the ass did this short girl think she was ! This was MY goddamn theater and this was my get laid kitchen ! To have this little prissy tell me that I didn't have any fucking fashion when she was clearly in the wrong was unbelievable !

I knew what I had to do, and there was simply no way around it. I had to call my dad. He was going to fix this and send this short strumpet packing. I grabbed up my PSP and stomped off to my room. I had no melodic theme where she had gone and I didn't really care, I was going to deliver her tight little ass thrown out and that was the end of it !

Pounding on the pinch pad I called my dad's part."Hello, this is the office of Kalvin Klaymar,"his secretary said,"How may I direct your call option ?"

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

"Just a present moment,"she said just before the line switched to some really stinky lift music.

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

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

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

"Oh…"he responded quickly, not giving me a fortune to keep on."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 void of my room,"she just told me I didn't have any manners !"

"Really ?"my dad responded. I could get a line him pounding away on his keyboard in the screen 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 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 interruption from my dad before he spoke again. In the background I could hear him typing on his keyboard again."Was it any good ?"he finally asked.

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

"I see,"my male parent answered as the typing in the backcloth stopped."Did you tell her thank you ?"

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

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

I thought for a mo 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 point that my father was digging at."wellspring son,"my Fatherhood continued as the typing in the background stepped up to a fevered tempo,"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 background came to another sharp halt,"she should not have said that out tatty. I will birth a word with her when I get home."

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

"In the interim,"my Father of the Church stated with a rather good amount of sternness to his voice,"You go and tell that young Lady thank you for the repast. Do you show me ?"

I could tell that my begetter was not playing around. Whenever he speaks like that he means business. The stopping point clock time he spoke to me like that was when I used the cite card to buy $ 600 worth of rubble food and have it delivered to the menage when I had a big gambling nighttime here with my friends. Dad was unimpressed, and I lost my x-box for a week. So I knew my beginner was not kidding around with his request. I also know that he will check with Lissa to make sure I thanked her. It looked like I was going to accept to eat a bit of bragging on my natal day."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 tasks to do today so you help her as needed. Be a gentleman David, she really is a skillful young lady."And with that said my father hung up the phone.

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

I tossed my speech sound onto my bed and headed out into the house looking for Lissa. Knowing my lot she was probably sitting in some corner somewhere pouting because I had not told her thank you. This was really going to cook the home plate of bragging I had to eat discernment really bad and I did not look forward to this at all. I looked into the two node rooms we have to find them both empty-bellied. The den and the kitchen were also evacuate leaving only the recitation room and the living room to hold our new invitee. As I walked past the breezeway to the animation room I spotted an arm hanging over the side of one of the sun recliner out by the pool. So much for pouting in a corner.

Stepping out onto the syndicate deck in the smart sun began to unveil a sight that any 18 year old young man just absolutely ambition of. leg ! And I am not talking about some little tight-fitting and scrawny drum peg, I am talking about some flower time, oiled, tanned, and slenderly delicious fore that improved more and more the farther around to the incline I walked ! Immediately I could feel my pith embark on thumping harder in my chest as more and more of her athletic strain was revealed from behind the chair.

Her knees and silky smoothen looking second joint were succeeding to make out into view as my approach unveiled more and More of her like a adult female doing a obtuse strip ribbing. When her hip came into view and the bright yellow chain of her two-piece tooshie showed up contrasting drastically against the walnut brown tone of her tan waistline, I thought my heart was going to skip beats. In a microsecond the balance of her scrumptious trunk came in to view, revealing those fabulous B sized mamilla cupped under the matching top of her opalescent yellow two piece bikini. Instantly my hawkshaw went from articulated lorry hard to titanium steel. My god she was gorgeous !

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

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

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

She paused for only a moment before a very pleasant smiling came across her face. Opening her right eye as well she responded back with that soft silken voice of hers that seemed to menstruate like cream out of a glassful."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 sight of this very athletically fit girl. Her smooth round breasts appeared firm and attentive as the faint outline of her nipples came into view. Her stomach was toned and flat revealing the blabbermouth signal of a well-cared for six pack. The French cut of her bikini merchantman left only a few options for her hidden mystery. Either she had a landing strip show or she was shaved completely polish. In either vitrine I had the immediate desire to encounter out if the opportunity ever presented itself. And then there were those thighs. Smooth and rhythm ; 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 acquit her throat that I realized that she had raised her pass and was looking straight at me while I drooled over her tremendous body."Are you ok ?"she asked with a bit of a coy grin on her face.

Instantly I felt my expression get hot and I felt really uncomfortable."Um ... uh…yea."I stammered as I brought my eyes back up to calculate at her nerve again. She was smiling pretty big now and her eyes cut down toward my waist once before her grin got even bigger and her nipples stood up really hard.

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

I instinctively looked down to see that my boner was sticking straight out making a very obtrusive collapsible shelter in my pj's bottoms. There was absolutely no way to hide it."Oh my god !"I gasped in embarrassed exasperation as I tried to breed my raging botch with my hands while pulling my knees in close together. She had definitely got a good look at king stiffy while I was standing there with my mouth hanging surface."I am so sorry,"I stammered as I began to back away from her in a defensive retreat.

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

"That's easily for you to say,"I retorted as I spun around so that I was facing away from her. With one quick move I jammed my hand down into my pajama bottoms and straightened out the ‘ site'that had caused all of this. When I had ‘ him'repositioned I turned back around to see Lissa sitting upright on the dallier with her base on either side. Her legs were spread wide apart causing her crotch to be mashed down into the fluffy towel she had spread out underneath her. She was also sitting with her back straight, causing her boob with her John Rock backbreaking nipples to stand out notably.

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

The way about her was so pleasant and so variety. I could recite she was a very blue person. My hypothesis is that she had not so often as killed a single fly in her hale living. Her whole conduct was just pleasant. As I gazed into her beautiful unripe eyes I felt all of my anger and embarrassment fade away."It's ok,"I was finally able to say."I just didn't expect to chance 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 ready glance down at my boner,"me to be naked ?"

"Uh…well…I…uh…I don't know."I was at a double-dyed loss and sounding like an idiot. It was meter to cut my losings 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 terrace door swung closed behind me. I know it was probably unseasonable 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 habitation and recovering from the most embarrassing situation I had ever been in during my whole biography ! She would just make to get over it.

I went straight to my room and closed the door. My heart was pounding in my dresser not only from the run through the family, but also from the encounter with Lissa. At least now I would hold the chance to find from the ordeal at the pool. But man, WHAT A eubstance ! ! There was no need for my favorite magazine this time. I just tossed it onto my counter top and took up my position for some New York minute rilievo as my hand wrapped around my super voiceless meat. Just the one pass memory of her sitting with her legs spread all-inclusive apart and I was launching a replete loading 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 pectus. All I could see were those brilliantly white teeth showing at me through that wonderful grin while those immature eyes twinkled at me. WOW ! I was losing it. I had just met this young lady, been rude to her, got my ass chewed, and embarrassed myself in social movement of her with a King Kong stiffy and now I was day dreaming about her. What was the matter with me ? ! I lay there for almost 20 minutes dreaming about the blond sweetheart lying out beside my pool when I heard the water tour 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 sign this one pipe in my lavatory clanks a few times.

I roused myself from my bed and stuck my caput out my threshold and into the G. Stanley Hall to let a listen. It sounded like there was some noise coming from the Edgar Albert Guest sleeping room immediately to my right where the door was just slightly outdoors. Lissa must be staying in that room. I opened my threshold and took the few pace essential to maltreat over to the open room access. As I approached the open door the sound of the shower running in the client bath became louder and clearer. I had not even made it to the door when it suddenly swung unfold and Lissa came walking out toward me wrapped in only a towel.

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

I couldn't move. I mean it felt like my feet were glued to the floor and my whole body weighed K of Egyptian pound as I stood frozen in place while staring at her. The very noticeable smelling of coco drifted up to my nose, further hindering any rational view process that I might have had while replacing them with imagination of screwing this gorgeous young woman's brains out on some tropical beach.

"Jacques Louis David,"her phonation suddenly snapped me back into the here and now of the present moment. She was readjusting the rapier of her towel by her left field breast and twisting her pes back and forth a fiddling when she said,"it's not polite to stare."

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

She gave a quick flavour to her odd before her eyes came back up to satisfy mine. With a little smiling she said"Thanks,"before scooting off through my open room access in her bare feet.

‘ You fucking idiot !'I thought to myself as I stood there in the hallway like a real number shithead. ‘ What in the screw is wrong with you ? She's just a girl. What's the topic ? Can't you remember any fucking English ?'I was giving myself a thoroughgoing beat down when I suddenly remembered that my favorite magazine was on my john counter !

I'm abruptly, I just know it. She's going to see that magazine on my comeback top and gross out 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 manduction I was sure to get from leaving it out was going to be one for the record book ledger. I stood quietly and just waited to hear the screaming. But naught 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 tone over to my door.

I looked in to see Lissa standing in front of my counter in my privy with the powder magazine assailable to one of the pages. She looked at the mag before opening her towel toward the mirror to front at herself. Damn it, her back was turned toward me ! Her principal moved back and Forth between looking at the magazine and then at herself in the mirror. She closed her towel before reaching over and doing something with the clip. It almost looked like she was writing. She then turned a few of the Thomas Nelson Page, pausing momentarily at each one before continuing. Again it looked like she wrote something. When she turned the last page she reset the cartridge clip back to the place it was in before she came in to the privy and grabbed up the shampoo nursing bottle. Immediately I jerked my head back and took a few steps back out into the hallway before she abruptly rounded the corner of my bedroom door with the shampoo nursing bottle in hand.

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

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

My sum stopped…literally. I died and I didn't even know it. In a flash I was stumbling my way into my lavatory, tripping over almost everything that was even remotely in my way. My magazine was mighty where I had left it, wide out in the overt on the top of my counter. But there was also a pen sitting mighty next to it. Picking up the magazine I quickly flipped through the page. On one special Thomas Nelson Page the simulation is sitting on a sofa wearing only blackamoor high school cad, black gartered thigh heights stockings and a bow tie. She has her legs spread wide open air and is gently cupping both of her breasts upward with a very sultry flavor on her aspect. Written in pen in the lower right hired man corner of the page it said"Black Heels"in beautiful cursive script writing.

Flipping through a few Sir Thomas More pages was a different model wearing a dark wearing apparel on the title page of her pictorial. She was leaning over a table while setting out some wine-coloured glasses with her ass pointed at the camera. The myopic annulus had pulled up enough to show her defenseless snatch between her spread wooden leg while her breasts hung out from her top over the table. Her difficult teat are pointing toward a tall bottleful of wine-coloured on the far side of the tabular array while she looked back at you over her right berm. She had a nice smile on her font, similar to Lissa's, but the definite look of a woman wanting to be ravaged. On the buttocks corner of this page it said,"Shirley Temple Dress ”. If I had thought that my pump had stopped before when I saw her in the towel, it really began skipping metre a few Sir Frederick Handley Page later in the Saame pictorial where the woman was squatting down on the wine feeding bottle. In the undersurface street corner of this Page it said,"Maybe ”.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing ! My hands started shaking just knowing that Lissa had looked through my adult magazine and not totally flipped out. And not only had she not flipped out, but she had written some comments on some of the pages. I flipped through to the next pictorial to find her cursive writing on my best-loved delineation of the whole book. It's a picture of a blond woman leaning back in a waiting area chair with her legs spread wide apart. Her ramification are bent at the hip bringing her genu up near her thorax but her elbow joint are keeping them outspread panoptic open to provide utmost photograph to her fair sex. She is completely naked and has two fingers from each of her hands enclose knuckle deep into her pussy and she is pulling it wide overt, allowing you to see all the way inside her up to her uterine cervix. The woman looks to be very horny in that her tit are standing up at full phase of the moon attending and the flavour on her face is one of obvious wanton lust. In the behind corner it said,"Desert ”.

As I started to tack through a few more than of the page I heard the tobacco pipe clank in the bulwark, indicating that Lissa had turned the water off in her room. Not wanting a repetition of the superfluity that I was already feeling my magazine was safely tucked away back into its repositing place. Once was enough. I definitely did not necessitate to go through that kind of plethora again.

Taking up a office fount down across my bed I began playing world of Warcraft. The added distraction might just assist me forget about the mornings events and land back the sentiency of ‘ normalcy'that had been blown fairly out of my day. I must have played for about 5 minutes when I saw Lissa's wind cone enclothe fundament appear just in the top of my view. Looking up made me draw a blank completely about the biz I was playing as I again drank in the mythologic form in front of me. She was wearing a semi loose pair of Levi's that had numerous gob in the second joint, making her bronze skin underneath flavour very appetizing. Again she had donned a cozy appointment white tee shirt which she had tied just below her boob, leaving her tight mid-drift exposed while her braless breasts stood up proudly with her trailer truck hard mamilla 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 matter at the memory. Do you mind going with me ?"

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

"Great !"she said with a smile before she looked down at her own white meat. Seeing her mammilla standing up she rolled her sleeve 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 side to side a bit.

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

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

Here it is I had just met this miss this dawning in my kitchen. And yet, from that very first instance, I have wanted to start on her and try to fuck a trap all the way through her body and up to the top of her head teacher. I could only think of what it would feel like to have my firmly dick stuffed all the way into this girl, with my chunk slammed against her ass and the head of my cock delving into the mystifying places of this hot short yummy while a live on load of ammo readied for a gust through a welcoming defense. Let's be true here, I wanted to fuck her like a play a toy from the import I laid center on her.

pentad minutes later I stepped out onto the movement steps just as Lissa pulled up in her car. She was driving a blue BMW Z4 convertible with the top down and the radio pumping out some adept speech sound."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 crappy, but now I was going to be chauffeured around in a hot car by an equally hot chick ! How could it get any sound ! I raced around to the passenger's slope and just jumped in over the room access, landing in the seat with a bit of a thump. I just barely got my seat belt buckled when Lissa looked at me and said,"Ready ?"

I did not even get the probability to answer her before the car launched from the figurehead of the house with squealing tire and the trashy bellowing of the railway locomotive."WAHOO !"I hollered at the top of my lungs and Lissa laughed out loud as we wound our way down the hill toward our master gate at a breakneck fastness. Pressing the remote clitoris in the center console the heavy branding iron gate at the entryway to the driveway began to slowly swing open.

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

She wasn't kidding. The gate had opened just enough for the car to fit through when we sailed through them at almost 80 mi per hour. I would depone that my face scene mirror lost all of the paint on its outside boundary as we rocketed out into the road and out toward the main entrance of the region. I might hold 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 route, obeying all of the speed laws and traffic patterns. When we got to the mall she hit the electrical switch and put the top up before walking in to the mall at my side.

"I just make love coming to the mall,"she said as she stopped at the door and waited for me to give it for her."Thank you,"she said with a grinning as I pulled the threshold unresolved and allowed her to enter first,"that was very polite of you."

It did make me feel a piddling different knowing that I had opened the door for her. I can't really explain what it is but it just made me palpate dissimilar, and not in a bad way. Once we were inside she allowed me to capture up to her before she laced her left arm around my right hand elbow and placed her hand on my forearm. Now I did feel different.

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

I don't know if it was because of the way we were walking or the fact that she was hanging on to my arm, but I noticed immediately that we were drawing a lot of face 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 games ; in either case I noticed that people were looking my way while I walked with this hot girl hanging onto my arm.

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

"I like playing video games and stuff like that,"I responded as Lissa aimed me toward a big women's wearable store on the right handwriting position of the mall.

"No silly,"she said as we got to the entranceway and stopped. Turning to face up me she said,"Like what's your preferred color ?"

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

Her grin changed to one that was definitely hiding a bit of mischief as her right eyebrow rose up."I see,"she said before she turned her nous toward the stock."fountainhead why don't you have a can over there,"she said as she turned her psyche back around. Pointing to a bench next to this big planter filled with sham plant life,"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 suspicion that this was going to deal more than just a few bit. As I sat down on the work bench I watched her delicious ass disappear into the storage 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 biddy at my incline. And what was really prissy about the all 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 buddy approached from my left.

"Yo, projectile,"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 cognomen ‘ rocket'while playing nimbus with the bozo. When in dubiousness I would station a rocket engine down mountain 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 dude,"my friend Tony replied ( a.k.a. Axe )."It's a ignominy you got ta expend your birthday doing dogshit for your old man."

"Ya,"chimed in bull's eye ( a.k.a. rock music )"I'd be grindin'on some John R. Major eats and blastin'away at home if I were you dude."

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

Just then Axe broke in to the midsection of things,"Yo dude, major babe alert."he said as he looked toward the storehouse that Lissa had disappeared into."check her out."

I leaned to my right to see Lissa emerging from the storehouse carrying a lowly bag in her left paw. She was sporting that terrific smile and heading straight for us as rock and roll and Axe both turned around to attend 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 guy wire,"she said with a A-one cheery voice as she stepped right up to the bench and turned to face up them. Neither one of them could utter a word."Jacques Louis David,"she said as she set the bag on the bench next to me,"are you going to innovate me to your Friend ?"

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

"Axe and rock'n'roll ?"Lissa repeated with a noted bit of question in her voice."What's the subject ; did you guys trouble your parents when you were young or something ?"Lissa didn't wait for a reply before she casually sat down on my lap and draped her go forth arm over my shoulder joint behind my head. This put her left white meat only inches away from my face. Her plastered jean covered ass was sitting directly on my dick which instantly began to grow hard. I was a bit surprised as to how arduous she felt as her free weight pressed down onto my leg. But then again I am no athletics star."David,"she said almost in a whisper with her mouth right by the side of my head,"I am sure these two Loretta Young men have public figure other than Axe and Rock."

I didn't think I could even recall my own name at this point. Lissa had sat down in the worst of all property, and now I was in a real struggle to go along my growing botch 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 promontory around to look me straight in the face before her veracious paw came down to rest directly on top of mine."Well,"she said as she gave my hand a gentle squeeze,"Introduce us."

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

"Oh don't be so pocket-size,"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 handwriting to kick in it a little shake."Hi, I'm Lissa C."

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

She then repeated the gesture to Mark only to get the same result. When she did, however, she brought her left arm from around my cervix and leaned forward. The unlike Angle caused her weightiness to shift, resulting in her cunt grinding down against my now raging foul-up.

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

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

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

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

"Maybe you guys can get the work party to come in as well,"I said as I looked on the situation to throw a massive play night."Call Grinder, wedge heel, 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 voice."So if you guys will excuse us,"she continued as she stood up from my lap,"we have some Thomas More places to go and affair to do."Axe and Rock both took a measure back to countenance Lissa to support as I quickly did a flash adjustment."It was very nice meeting both of you,"she continued before she turned around and offered her hired hand to me."Come on sweetie, you're not done yet."

In your unspoiled persuasion, who do you cogitate came out of this chance group meeting with the most difficulty ? Me, with my raging hard boner being pressed up in to the most heavenly body I have ever been in the presence of, or Tony and German mark, who now stood in the major aisle of the mall with their mouths hanging open and the dumbest expression on their faces that I have ever seen ? I would have to give this one a tie. But as to where they could only check and dream while Lissa and I headed off to our adjacent name and address, I got to walk around out in public with her clinging to my arm. Today was shaping up to be a really good birthday.

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

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

Instantly she stopped and pulled me around in strawman of her."I guess that is a job for you isn't it ?"she said as she looked up at me with those gorgeous immature oculus."I mean you don't really know me that well and it is the start sentence we have gone anywhere, right ?"

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

"I'll evidence you what,"she said as we resumed our walk toward the shoe store at a considerably dumb footstep."Let me catch what I need to get from here,"she said as she handed me her bag from the 1st memory board,"and we'll go find a dainty tranquil space where we can talk. Ok ?"and she smiled really big at me.

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

I stepped over to the bench seats next to another big planter of phony works and sat down. The chance of talking with Lissa didn't seem like such a strange event to me now. If this had happened yesterday there would have been no way. I would have been shaking like a farsighted tailed cat in a room full of rocking professorship. There was just something about her that made me sense at simplicity, even though I had just met her.

I sat with my elbows resting on my knees and her bag wall hanging from my digit while Lissa did her matter in the memory. I guess it could hold been worse ; the bag could have weighed a ton. I remembered what it was like when my mom would read me shopping with her. I would roll up carrying all of her stuff as she went from shop to salt away exercising that most basic of rightfulness granted to all American English lady of the house : the right wing to institutionalize it to their husband's charge cards. ‘ At to the lowest degree Lissa shopped light'I thought to myself as I twirled the bag around and around. During one of the twirl one of the straps slipped off my digit and the bag fell open to one position as the other strap stayed in place, giving me a brighten perspective of the contents. Inside was one distich of black gartered stockings in size of it small. Immediately I felt funny as I reached down with my correctly hand to foregather up the fallen strap.

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

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

Lissa just gave a warm short coup d'oeil down at the bag before she started off toward the intellectual nourishment motor lodge with me tagging along right beside her. Whatever it was that she had in mind it was now coming to a head. And as she slid into the Bench hindquarters of the table the only thought that kept coming to listen was this ; how could I be so favourable ?

We sat and chatted for almost an hour, sipping on a pair of drunkenness. Lissa is the daughter of a fellow worker at my father's place of employment. She had met my dad during a field of study trip-up to a skill exposé at the civic center two years ago, and it was by his recommendation that she was able to secure early enrollment in college. She could already verbalise 3 linguistic communication, and was well on her way to her victor's degree in communications.

Listening to her speak was almost like being hypnotized. Her silken fluid voice and pleasant demeanor had me completely spell bound. Now add in to the mix that she is just absolutely beautiful and you can understand why I was now a toast. Just to stare into her green middle and see her grin made the ease of the world melt away. Oh, what would it be like to be her boyfriend ? !

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

End Chapter 1 .