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



So, I'm a techno oddball. But in this day and age who isn't right hand ? I guess you could call off 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 mixer 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 small bit about me. My name is Jacques Louis David and I am 18 year old. I was the poster baby for your techno geek company if there ever was one. I'm 6 foot 1 with true brown hair that I like to keep a little bit long and I have deep blue eyes. 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 oeuvre, who cares ?

My dad and I live alone in this big house in a gated residential area. Mom left us a few age ago saying that she needed something more than what dad had to offer, so she ran off with her fittingness trainer and is now out in California. Dad is an executive director with a huge electronics company that makes all of the nice electronic devices that I love so very much. That is why I have the latest multiplication device almost a year before they hit the open market. X-Box, Play Station, even all the way back to the sentence of the old Saga systems I have always had the New and best gameing systems that were available. My friends love the fact that they get to see all of the new tech a long sentence 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 nimbus or some former game without all of the interruption that seem to pop up.

You could say that I had it made in the tone. All the game I could ever want along with the high speed cyberspace for multi-player games, and a big house with my own rooms to mess around in and a fully stocked fridge. But my ideas of the"sweetly 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.

Birthdays are supposed to be a sumptuous day. You're supposed to come alive up in the morning and observe your family doting over you and wishing you well while your breakfast is being made and the delicious smells draw you out of your restful slumber. At least…that's what I have been telling myself for the last few class. I woke to the familiar sights and sounds of my elbow room and an empty house. But what should I consume expected ? It was already 9:30 in the morning and the sun was already shining brightly outside. Dad was gone to work, and with mom having been gone for more than two years now, it was up to me to fend for myself. But I really wasn't surprised. Almost all of my mean solar day started this way, so why should my birthday be any different ?

The level was a short low temperature as my unsheathed feet came to rest on the Italian marble, but the routine head trip to the bathroom was necessity to first pull one out so I could then pee. I had my pet cartridge in the endorsement drawer of the john dressing table so my imagination did not have to wreak too arduous. A few somerset of the Sir Frederick Handley Page and a instant or two of some fast stroking and I was launching my load into the toilet. It was relief, but not satisfying. I longed for a real girlfriend, or at to the lowest degree a girl with a somewhat casual position about sex. In either case it was not very likely to happen. My world usually rested in the palms of my manpower. The humans of internet gaming.

I grabbed up my PSP and headed for the kitchen. I liked playing macrocosm of Warcraft as I walk through the mansion. It variety of made me think that I was walking through the virtual world of a castling and I was doing the fighting. So in passing through the business firm there could birth been an elephant standing in the life room and I probably would not have seen it. But my olfactory organ still worked, and as I approached the kitchen a strange smell caught my attending. FOOD ! ! And it smelled YUMMY ! I rounded the turning point from the hall and stepped into the kitchen only to deliver my jaw driblet to the floor. Standing in front of the cooking stove, with her back to me, was this immature blonde girl with the most perfect ass that any guy could ever hope for. She was wearing a Theodore Harold White T-shirt, an proscenium and blue jean shorts that looked like they had been painted on her slim but athletic looking legs. Her slender waist accentuated the smooth rotundity of her hip and shoulders making her look to be proportioned perfectly. She was cooking something on the stove and humming something very quietly as I stood there staring at her appealing barefoot form. When my PSP slipped out of my hand and fell to the floor she quickly spun around. My gosh, the front looked even good than the binding !

The first thing I noticed were those bright William Green eyes on the cutest face I had ever seen. I am guessing that she was either 18 or 19 year old and about 5 feet 5 in grandiloquent. Her face was nice and stave but it definitely reflected that she was lean and trim back. Her mouth was a slight diminished, but it quickly turned to the courteous smiling as she spun around and saw me. And then there were those small round breasts hiding under her apron. I could not state how big they were but they definitely appeared to be very firm. Instantly I could feel Captain Wood start out to stand 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 soft sleekness of her voice.

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

holy place tinker's damn is she gorgeous ! My heart and soul instantly began pounding at a million miles per hour as I looked at her in disbelief. I was having a really hard clip even speaking due to the absolute beaut that was standing only a few understructure away from me. She was the experience innovation of my ultimate phantasy girl with her blonde hair's-breadth pulled back into one big ponytail, light-green centre, slim acrobatic name and a voice that seemed to shed right out of the heavens. spill about a birthday !

She spun back around and gave me a quick feel up and down before her gaze stopped at my typeface."I'll bet you're wondering what I'm doing here."she said with a small bit of a ruffle to her brow as her left hand come up to rest on her hip.

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

"Your dad offered to let me stay put 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 collection plate down on the counter in front of the initiatory bar stool.

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

What the fuck was she talking about ! This was my house ! I went from mesmerized to pissed off in an moment. Just who in the hellhole does she imagine she is ? ! She glanced over at me for an twinkling before she turned to get a methamphetamine from the closet. I could not tell if she saw that she had really pissed me off because she just kept at her chore until a glass of orange juice sat succeeding to the plate. But it seemed like she was oblivious to the furore that was coursing through my veins.

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

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

"Is this some kind of joke ?"I asked as I picked up the branching and poked at the eggs a bit, causing the warm up yellowness center to flow out over the perfectly cooked whites.

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

The Delicious smell coming up from my scale was starting to get to me in a big way, making my tum growl as a admonisher that I had not eaten a thing since yesterday good afternoon. I glanced up quickly to see her back still turned to me before I scooped up one of the eggs and shoveled it into my mouth. It was antic, cooked exactly how I like them. I tore into the rest of the solid food with an almost rash abandon, shoveling, chewing and swallowing all at the same time. In just a subject of instant I was sopping up the remainder of the egg vitellus with my toast when I heard her speak again.

"It's a good affair you weren't very hungry,"she said as she reached across the tabulator and picked up my virtually spotless plate,"I was afraid I was going to have another smasher to wash."She held the plate up and turned it toward me with a very skillful smile on her face.

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

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

When she spun around the nice smile was not on her face, having been replaced by a rather life-threatening but still casual look."No, I am not a housemaid,"she answered as she reached behind her waist and untied the apron."I am just a house guest."As she pulled the apron off those beautiful breasts came into full view, standing out proudly from her thorax with just the fragile hint of her teat standing out under the white cotton wool of her jersey."Your Padre was overnice enough to let me stay here for a while,"she continued as she folded up the apron before setting it neatly on the counter."At to the lowest degree he has some manners,"she said as she turned and walked out of the kitchen. As she got to the edge of the corner, just before she stepped out of sight, she said the finally infuriating thing that break of the day,"and by the way…you're welcome for breakfast."

WHAT ! ! ! I was pissed, I mean really fucking pissed ! Just who in the fuck did this slight fille think she was ! This was MY goddamn star sign and this was my be intimate kitchen ! To get this piffling prissy recite me that I didn't have any screw manners when she was clearly in the wrong was unconvincing !

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 adulteress packing. I grabbed up my PSP and stomped off to my room. I had no idea where she had gone and I didn't really handle, I was going to have her pie-eyed fiddling ass thrown out and that was the end of it !

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

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

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

I was really going to move over my dad an ear full, I thought to myself while I waited for him to piece up the headphone. The fact that some unknown daughter had just insulted me in my own menage was unbelievable. Add to it that she was only a guest and the whole thing just reeked of a bad set of luck set into motion by a bad decision. I was going to get this taken care of in short order and set matter right.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"She was cooking some nutrient,"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 wind him typing on his keyboard again."Was it any full ?"he finally asked.

"It was good."I responded to my Father-God's enquiry,"really good."

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

"No,"I responded in aggravation,"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 bit 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 goodness breakfast ’, to use your own Christian Bible, 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 don continued as the typing in the scope stepped up to a fevered stride,"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 rightfulness,"he continued as the typewriting in the background came to another abrupt halt,"she should not stimulate said that out tawdry. I will sustain a discussion with her when I get home."

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

"In the interim,"my sire stated with a rather skillful amount of money of sternness to his part,"You go and tell that untested lady thank you for the meal. Do you read me ?"

I could tell that my father was not playing around. Whenever he speaks like that he means business organisation. The final metre he spoke to me like that was when I used the reference circuit card to buy $ 600 Worth of junk nutrient and have it delivered to the house when I had a big gaming dark here with my friends. 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 agree with Lissa to make sure I thanked her. It looked like I was going to have to eat a bit of bragging on my birthday."Yes sir."I responded.

"goodness man,"my dad answered with an air of confidence in his voice."I'll be home around 6. I have given Lissa a few labor to do today so you help her as needed. Be a gentleman's gentleman Saint David, she really is a nice youth lady."And with that said my father hung up the phone.

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

I tossed my phone onto my bed and headed out into the home looking for Lissa. Knowing my luck she was probably sitting in some corner somewhere pouting because I had not told her thank you. This was really going to make the plate of gasconade I had to eat taste really bad and I did not look forward to this at all. I looked into the two Edgar Albert Guest rooms we have to find them both empty. The den and the kitchen were also empty-bellied leaving only the reading elbow room and the living way to stop our new guest. As I walked past the breezeway to the sustenance way I spotted an arm hanging over the face of one of the sun dillydallier out by the pool. So a good deal for pouting in a corner.

Stepping out onto the pool deck in the bright sun began to unveil a sight that any 18 year old young man just absolutely ambition of. LEGS ! And I am not talking about some little skinny and scrawny drumfish pin, I am talking about some prime time, oiled, tanned, and slenderly delicious stalk that improved more and more the farther around to the side I walked ! Immediately I could palpate my heart initiate thumping harder in my chest as more than and More of her acrobatic anatomy was revealed from behind the chair.

Her genu and silky smooth looking thigh were next to come into vista as my advance unveiled more and more of her like a woman doing a tardily strip tantalization. When her hip came into prospect and the bright yellow string of her Bikini bottom showed up contrasting drastically against the walnut brown whole step of her suntanned waist, I thought my heart was going to skip beats. In a microsecond the ease of her delicious trunk came in to view, revealing those fabulous B sized tits cupped under the matching top of her opalescent yellow two piece bikini. Instantly my dick went from semifinal hard to titanium steel. My god she was gorgeous !

"Lissa ?"I half choked out as I stepped up to her hot seat by her feet. I was really hoping she would not point out the huge jut I now had in my drawers while I stood and waited for her reply.

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

I felt like I was on a stage in front of a thousand people as I looked down at the scantily clad looker 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 grinning came across her case. Opening her right eye as well she responded back with that soft silklike phonation of hers that seemed to flow like cream out of a glass."You're welcome."

I felt like I was slipping in to a dream or something as my regard slowly ran down over her oil slickened consistence, drinking in the beautiful batch of this very athletically fit miss. Her liquid bout breasts appeared firm and paying attention as the faint outline of her nipples came into persuasion. Her venter was toned and flat revealing the telltale preindication of a well-cared for six pack. The French cut of her bikini rear end left only a few option for her hidden arcanum. Either she had a landing airstrip or she was shaved completely smooth. In either case I had the straightaway desire to find out out if the opportunity ever presented itself. And then there were those second joint. Smooth and cycle ; but appearing to be firm. I don't think she has an troy ounce of fat on her anywhere.

It was only when I heard her clear her throat that I realized that she had raised her head and was looking straight at me while I drooled over her grotesque physical structure."Are you ok ?"she asked with a bit of a coy grinning 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 look at her case again. She was smiling pretty big now and her eyes cut down toward my waist once before her grin got even bighearted and her tit stood up really hard.

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

I instinctively looked down to see that my boner was sticking straight out making a very noticeable tent in my pyjama derriere. There was absolutely no way to hide it."Oh my god !"I gasped in block exasperation as I tried to address my raging boner with my manpower while pulling my knee in close together. She had definitely got a honorable look at king stiffy while I was standing there with my backtalk hanging subject."I am so deplorable,"I stammered as I began to back up away from her in a defensive retreat.

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

"That's loose for you to say,"I retorted as I spun around so that I was facing away from her. With one straightaway movement I jammed my bridge player down into my pajama underside and straightened out the ‘ situation'that had caused all of this. When I had ‘ him'repositioned I turned back around to see Lissa sitting just on the lounger with her animal foot on either side. Her stage 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 knocker with her rock hard nipples to place upright out notably.

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

The way about her was so pleasant and so kind. I could tell she was a very gentle someone. My hypothesis is that she had not so lots as killed a single fly in her whole life. Her whole demeanor was just pleasant. As I gazed into her beautiful honey oil eyes I felt all of my anger and overplus slice away."It's ok,"I was finally able to say."I just didn't expect to find you out here in a bikini."

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

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

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

I went straight to my room and closed the threshold. My heart was pounding in my pectus not only from the run through the household, but also from the brush with Lissa. At least now I would have the chance to convalesce from the ordeal at the pool. But man, WHAT A BODY ! ! There was no need for my favorite clip this prison term. I just tossed it onto my return top and took up my position for some instant relief as my hand wrapped around my tiptop operose meat. Just the one clear memory of her sitting with her ramification spread wide apart and I was launching a full incumbrance into the toilet almost instantly. My good was she ever gorgeous !

I flopped down onto my bed and just stared at the ceiling with my PSP fabrication on my bureau. All I could see were those undimmed white teeth showing at me through that grand smile while those immature optic twinkled at me. WOW ! I was losing it. I had just met this girl, been rude to her, got my ass chewed, and embarrassed myself in figurehead 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 beauty lying out beside my pool when I heard the water bend on in the sign of the zodiac. We might live in a three and a half million dollar dwelling house, but when the water gets turned on anywhere in the theater this one pipe in my bathroom clanks a few times.

I roused myself from my bed and stuck my promontory out my door and into the manse to have a listen. It sounded like there was some haphazardness coming from the guest bedroom immediately to my rightfield where the door was just slightly undetermined. Lissa must be staying in that way. I opened my door and took the few steps necessary to maltreat over to the open door. As I approached the candid door the audio of the shower running in the Guest tub became louder and clearer. I had not even made it to the threshold 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 footmark into the hallway."I don't have any shampoo, can I borrow yours ?"

I couldn't motility. I mean it felt like my feet were glued to the base and my solid dead body weighed thousands of hammering as I stood frozen in place while staring at her. The very noticeable odour of coconut drifted up to my nose, further hindering any rational thought mental process that I might have had while replacing them with visual modality of screwing this gorgeous girl's brains out on some tropical beach.

"Jacques Louis David,"her representative suddenly snapped me back into the here and now of the moment. She was readjusting the tuck of her towel by her left bosom and twisting her foot back and forth a piddling 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 slope and gestured toward my open bedroom room access with my hand.

She gave a promptly look to her result before her eyes came back up to play mine. With a little grin she said"Thanks,"before scooting off through my unfold doorway in her bare feet.

‘ You fucking changeling !'I thought to myself as I stood there in the hall like a really dumbass. ‘ What in the fuck is damage with you ? She's just a girl. What's the issue ? Can't you remember any fucking English people ?'I was giving myself a thorough beat down when I suddenly remembered that my ducky magazine was on my lav heel counter !

I'm dead, I just know it. She's going to see that magazine on my counter 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 high-risk is that she would tell my forefather ! I'm sure that being a guy he might sympathise my having the magazine. But the ass chewing I was sure to get from leaving it out was going to be one for the track record books. I stood quietly and just waited to hear the scream. But zip happened. I did not learn a sound, and Lissa did not come back compensate 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 battlefront of my counter in my privy with the magazine open to one of the pages. She looked at the magazine publisher before opening her towel toward the mirror to take care at herself. maledict it, her back was turned toward me ! Her chief moved back and forth between looking at the cartridge and then at herself in the mirror. She closed her towel before reaching over and doing something with the cartridge. It almost looked like she was writing. She then turned a few of the pages, pausing momentarily at each one before continuing. Again it looked like she wrote something. When she turned the finis page she reset the magazine back to the location it was in before she came in to the bathroom and grabbed up the shampoo bottle. Immediately I jerked my head back and took a few steps back out into the hallway before she abruptly rounded the recession of my sleeping accommodation 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 doorway she stopped and turned sideways."You know,"she said as she casually turned her head to the right field 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 footmark to evaporate through her doorway.

My heart stopped…literally. I died and I didn't even know it. In a wink I was stumbling my way into my bathroom, tripping over almost everything that was even remotely in my way. My magazine was right where I had left it, wide of the mark out in the unfastened on the top of my counter. But there was also a pen sitting correctly next to it. Picking up the magazine I quickly flipped through the pages. On one picky varlet the model is sitting on a sofa wearing only black in high spirits hound, black gartered thigh high-pitched stockings and a bow tie. She has her leg spread wide open and is gently cupping both of her breasts upward with a very sultry feeling on her face. Written in pen in the humiliated proper mitt corner of the Thomas Nelson Page it said"Black Heels"in beautiful cursive hand writing.

Flipping through a few more pages was a dissimilar poser wearing a black dress on the title page of her pictorial. She was leaning over a board while setting out some wine trash with her ass pointed at the camera. The short skirt had pulled up enough to point her naked pussy between her gap legs while her chest hung out from her top over the board. Her arduous pap are pointing toward a tall bottle of wine on the far side of the table while she looked back at you over her in good order shoulder joint. She had a decent smile on her face, similar to Lissa's, but the definite look of a womanhood wanting to be ravaged. On the bottom niche of this page it said,"Shirley Temple Black frock ”. If I had thought that my heart had stopped before when I saw her in the towel, it really began skipping cadence a few varlet later in the Lapp pictorial where the woman was squatting down on the wine-colored bottle. In the bottom corner of this page it said,"Maybe ”.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing ! My handwriting 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 page. I flipped through to the next pictorial to find her running hand writing on my favourite icon of the solid Bible. It's a picture of a blonde fair sex leaning back in a waiting area chair with her peg distribute wide-eyed apart. Her legs are bent grass at the hip bringing her knees up near her chest but her elbows are keeping them banquet broad exposed to supply maximum exposure to her woman. She is completely naked and has two fingers from each of her hands insert knuckle joint deep into her pussy and she is pulling it wide open, allowing you to see all the way inside her up to her cervix. The cleaning woman looks to be very aroused in that her nipples are standing up at full-of-the-moon tending and the look on her boldness is one of obvious wanton lust. In the bottom recess it said,"Desert ”.

As I started to flip through a few more of the pages I heard the pipework clangor in the wall, indicating that Lissa had turned the water system off in her elbow room. Not wanting a repeat of the embarrassment that I was already feeling my powder magazine was safely tucked away back into its store place. Once was enough. I definitely did not take to go through that kind of embarrassment again.

Taking up a placement fount down across my bed I began playing mankind of Warcraft. The added distraction might just serve me forget about the mornings events and bring back the sense of ‘ normalcy'that had been blown light out of my day. I must have played for about 5 min when I saw Lissa's sock dress feet appear just in the top of my survey. Looking up made me forget completely about the plot I was playing as I again drank in the fab form in front of me. She was wearing a trailer truck liberal duad of Saint Matthew's that had numerous holes in the thighs, making her tanned skin underneath look very appetizing. Again she had donned a snug fitting clean tee shirt which she had tied just below her titty, leaving her soused mid-drift exposed while her braless tit stood up proudly with her semi knockout nipple 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 pick up a few things at the memory board. Do you mind going with me ?"

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

"Great !"she said with a grinning before she looked down at her own breasts. Seeing her pap standing up she rolled her arms in together toward her presence, making her white meat stand up even more before she looked back at me."You like ?"she asked playfully as she rocked her shoulders from side to side a bit.

I was beginning to have another issue with Captain Wood as I looked up at her smiling face. I swallowed intemperate before I answered,"Yes."

"Thanks,"she said with a smile before she spun around and started toward my door. Her long blonde hair came to pillow down the midriff of her back as she sauntered away from me."I'll meet you out social movement in five second,"she said just before she left the room and disappeared from my sight.

Here it is I had just met this girl this aurora in my kitchen. And yet, from that very first instance, I have wanted to stand out on her and try to fuck a hole all the way through her body and up to the top of her top dog. I could only think of what it would feel like to have my surd dick stuffed all the way into this girl, with my balls slammed against her ass and the head of my cock delving into the bass places of this hot little yummy while a experience burden of ammunition readied for a blast through a welcoming refutation. Let's be truthful here, I wanted to fuck her like a swordplay a toy from the moment I laid eye on her.

Five proceedings later I stepped out onto the front steps just as Lissa pulled up in her car. She was driving a blue BMW Z4 sofa bed with the top down and the radio receiver pumping out some near sounds."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 comfortably ! I raced around to the passenger's English and just jumped in over the door, landing in the seat with a bit of a clump. I just barely got my seatbelt buckled when Lissa looked at me and said,"Ready ?"

I did not even get the chance to suffice her before the car launched from the front of the house with squealing tires and the meretricious bellow of the engine."WAHOO !"I hollered at the top of my lungs and Lissa laughed out flashy as we wound our way down the hill toward our briny gate at a breakneck upper. Pressing the removed button in the center console the labored atomic number 26 gates at the entrance to the driveway began to slowly swing open.

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

She wasn't kidding. The gates had opened just enough for the car to fit through when we sailed through them at almost 80 miles per 60 minutes. I would imprecate that my side view mirror lost all of the paint on its outdoors sharpness as we rocketed out into the road and out toward the main entryway of the vicinity. I might throw had my doubt about Lissa before, but now…she was turning out to be pretty cool.

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

"I just get laid coming to the mall,"she said as she stopped at the room access and waited for me to open it for her."Thank you,"she said with a smile as I pulled the doorway open and allowed her to recruit first,"that was very cultured of you."

It did gain me sense a little dissimilar knowing that I had opened the door for her. I can't really explain what it is but it just made me feel dissimilar, 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 mighty elbow and placed her hand on my forearm. Now I did feel different.

"Ok,"she said as she surveyed the shopping centre from left to right,"I need to manoeuver up that way first,"and she pointed toward the briny intersection ahead of us to the left."Lead the way big man,"she said as she looked up at me before pulling herself up tight against my arm.

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

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

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

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

I thought for just a present moment while running the day's result through my head teacher before I said,"I variety of like black."

Her smile changed to one that was definitely hiding a bit of mischief as her aright eyebrow rose up."I see,"she said before she turned her psyche toward the storehouse."Well why don't you have a fanny over there,"she said as she turned her head back around. Pointing to a Bench side by side to this big planter filled with bogus plants,"I won't be but just a few minutes."

"Ok,"I sighed as I reached into my air pocket and pulled out my I-pad. I had the sneaking suspicion that this was going to take more than than just a few mo. As I sat down on the bench I watched her delicious ass disappear into the store while my I-pad booted up. I guess I really shouldn't complain. It's not every day that I get to go to the promenade with an absolutely gorgeous chick at my face. And what was really nice about the whole thing is she made me palpate so at ease. Right when my I-pad booted up and the nursing home screen came on two of my buddies 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 sobriquet ‘ arugula'while playing Halo with the guys. When in dubiousness I would send a rocket down reach and just obliterate everything. So the nickname was well earned."Just chillin'here, waiting on a Friend of my dads ’."I didn't know how else to line Lissa. I had only met her this morning.

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

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

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

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

I leaned to my right wing to see Lissa emerging from the store carrying a small bag in her pass on hand. She was sporting that terrific smiling and heading heterosexual person for us as rock and Axe both turned around to look at her while she approached."Oh yea,"I said as I flipped the switch to my I-pad off and tucked it back into my pocket,"That's my dad's friend."

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

"Hi guys,"she said with a super cheery vocalisation as she stepped right up to the bench and turned to face up them. Neither one of them could utter a word."St. David,"she said as she set the bag on the terrace next to me,"are you going to introduce me to your protagonist ?"

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

"Axe and Rock ?"Lissa repeated with a illustrious bit of question in her spokesperson."What's the thing ; did you guys bowl over your parents when you were Cy Young or something ?"Lissa didn't waiting for a reply before she casually sat down on my lap and draped her exit arm over my articulatio humeri behind my head. This put her leftfield knocker only inches away from my face. Her tight jean covered ass was sitting directly on my pecker which instantly began to grow concentrated. I was a bit storm as to how heavy she felt as her weight pressed down onto my pegleg. But then again I am no sportswoman star."Jacques Louis David,"she said almost in a whisper with her mouth right by the side of my head teacher,"I am for sure these two immature men have public figure other than Axe and Rock."

I didn't think I could even call up my own gens at this point. Lissa had sat down in the whip of all place, and now I was in a real battle to go on my growing pratfall from poking a hole not only through my pants, but hers as well. Without even thinking I placed my go forth hired hand on her lap, more out of an attempt to get her to incite than anything but completely subconsciously. Lissa spun her head around to look me straight in the typeface before her right helping hand came down to rest directly on top of mine."fountainhead,"she said as she gave my manus a gentle credit crunch,"Introduce us."

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

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

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

She then repeated the gesture to stain 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 weight to shift, resulting in her pussy grinding down against my now raging boo-boo.

"So what are you guy 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 consequence I was having with my boner sticking up into her from behind. I was really trying my better not to move when Lissa suddenly turned to me and brought her rima oris down right next to my ear."Why don't you ask these two cat to come over this eve for your natal day ?"she said as she purposefully ground her ass back and forth on my raging erecting."I'm sure enough it will be ok with your dad."

"My house, 7 o'clock,"I quickly responded while I brought my right field 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 experience a place right here and now.

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

"Maybe you guys can get the crew to add up as well,"I said as I looked on the situation to experience a massive gaming nighttime."song Grinder, chock, attack, tempest and blaster and tell them about it. Be at my house at 7."

"Alright then,"Lissa responded with a notable bit of enthusiasm in her voice."So if you guys will let off us,"she continued as she stood up from my lap,"we have some more places to go and matter to do."Axe and rock'n'roll both took a step back to appropriate Lissa to resist as I quickly did a flash registration."It was very nice meeting both of you,"she continued before she turned around and offered her hired hand to me."ejaculate on sweetie, you're not done yet."

In your dependable opinion, who do you imagine came out of this opportunity meeting with the most difficultness ? Me, with my raging hard fuckup being pressed up in to the most celestial 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 mouth hanging open and the dumbest expressions on their faces that I have ever seen ? I would deliver to give this one a tie. But as to where they could only see and stargaze while Lissa and I headed off to our next name and address, I got to take the air around out in public with her clinging to my arm. Today was shaping up to be a really well birthday.

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

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

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

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

"I'll tell you what,"she said as we resumed our paseo toward the shoe store at a considerably dim rate."Let me catch what I need to get from here,"she said as she handed me her bag from the first store,"and we'll go find a gracious tranquil place where we can talk. Ok ?"and she smiled really big at me.

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

I stepped over to the work bench can next to another big planter of fake plants and sat down. The prospect of talking with Lissa didn't seem like such a foreign case to me now. If this had happened yesterday there would get been no way. I would deliver been shaking like a long tailed cat in a elbow room full-of-the-moon of rocking professorship. There was just something about her that made me feel at ease, even though I had just met her.

I sat with my cubital joint resting on my human knee and her bag hanging from my finger's breadth while Lissa did her thing in the shop. I guess it could have been worse ; the bag could give 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 stack away exercising that most basic of rights granted to all American woman of the house : the right to charge it to their married man's charge cards. ‘ At least Lissa shopped light'I thought to myself as I twirled the bag around and around. During one of the tailspin one of the shoulder strap slipped off my finger and the bag fell subject to one slope as the early strap stayed in place, giving me a clear view of the contents. interior was one pair of ignominious gartered stockings in size small. Immediately I felt queer 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 butterfly swarmed up inside me as I quickly closed the bag and stood up to fulfill her."Uh…yea,"I responded in a half startled flavour."As ready as I will ever be."Man did that ever sound stupid.

Lissa just gave a quick footling glance down at the bag before she started off toward the food courtroom with me tagging along ripe beside her. Whatever it was that she had in mind it was now coming to a head. And as she slid into the Bench derriere of the board the only thought that kept coming to beware was this ; how could I be so prosperous ?

We sat and chatted for almost an hr, sipping on a pair of swallow. Lissa is the daughter of a fellow worker at my father's lieu of utilisation. She had met my dad during a field head trip to a skill exposé at the civic midpoint two years ago, and it was by his recommendation that she was able to secure early enrollment in college. She could already address 3 languages, and was well on her way to her master's degree in communications.

Listening to her speak was almost like being hypnotized. Her slick smooth voice and pleasant demeanor had me completely spell leap. Now add in to the mix that she is just absolutely beautiful and you can infer why I was now a toast. Just to gaze into her super C eyes and see her smile made the remainder of the world melt away. Oh, what would it be like to be her boyfriend ? !

The remaining two halt 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 contribution of the unanimous trip-up. But I was already feeling unlike. I opened both of the doorway for her at the center exit. And it was not until she opened the trunk of the car that I realized that I had carried all of her bags for her."Thank you Saint David,"she said politely as she pushed the tree trunk lid shut,"You're becoming quite the gentleman."

End Chapter 1 .