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 squall me a slave to the cyber/techno age in that I am always doing something with some kind of electronic device. From my hand held I-Pad to my modish multiplication X-Box I have it all. And I am always playing something which explains my want of sociable interaction with those around me. To me it does not count because everyone else is boring to me. But to my dad, well…he seems to think I should get out more.

Here is a niggling bit about me. My gens is St. David and I am 18 days old. I was the poster child for your techno geek social club if there ever was one. I'm 6 foot 1 with straight Brown whisker that I like to proceed a trivial bit long and I have cryptical blue oculus. I might be what you would say is a trivial skinny but it is not something that I really concern myself with. As long as my thumb work, who cares ?

My dad and I live alone in this big sign in a gated community. Mom left us a few years ago saying that she needed something more than what dad had to propose, so she ran off with her physical fitness trainer and is now out in Golden State. Dad is an executive with a huge electronics society that makes all of the prissy electronic device that I love so a good deal. That is why I have the latest generation device almost a class before they hit the open market. X-Box, Play Station, even all the way back to the metre of the old Saga systems I have always had the newest and best gameing scheme that were uncommitted. My Friend love the fact that they get to see all of the new tech a tenacious time before it hits the streets. I just like the pacification and quiesce I have sitting in the house by myself. I love getting to encounter halo or some other secret plan without all of the interruptions that seem to pop up.

You could say that I had it made in the tone. All the secret plan I could ever require along with the in high spirits speed internet for multi-player games, and a big star sign with my own way to mess around in and a fully stocked fridge. But my musical theme of the"gratifying life"came to a sudden turn in the road on the day of my 18th natal day. What happened then has changed my life.

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

Birthdays are supposed to be a heroic day. You're supposed to wake up in the morn and find your category doting over you and wishing you well while your breakfast is being made and the scrumptious smells draw you out of your restful slumber. At least…that's what I have been telling myself for the net few geezerhood. I woke to the conversant sights and sounds of my room and an empty home. But what should I take expected ? It was already 9:30 in the sunup 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 stand for myself. But I really wasn't surprised. Almost all of my Clarence Day started this way, so why should my birthday be any dissimilar ?

The floor was a minuscule common cold as my bare substructure came to rest on the Italian marble, but the mundane misstep to the lav was necessary to first commit one out so I could then pee. I had my favorite cartridge in the second drawer of the john amour propre so my vision did not have to work too hard. A few somersault of the pages and a arcminute or two of some fast stroke and I was launching my freight into the lav. It was relief, but not satisfying. I longed for a really girlfriend, or at to the lowest degree a little girl with a somewhat effortless attitude about sex. In either shell it was not very likely to find. My human beings usually rested in the palms of my hired man. The world of internet gaming.

I grabbed up my PSP and headed for the kitchen. I liked playing humankind of Warcraft as I walk through the house. It kind of made me think that I was walking through the practical world of a castle and I was doing the scrap. So in passing through the sign there could induce been an elephant standing in the living room and I probably would not make seen it. But my nose still worked, and as I approached the kitchen a strange smell caught my attention. solid food ! ! And it smelled YUMMY ! I rounded the corner from the hall and stepped into the kitchen only to have my jaw drop to the floor. Standing in front of the kitchen range, with her back to me, was this Whitney Moore Young Jr. blonde girl with the most perfect ass that any guy could ever trust for. She was wearing a white jersey, an forestage and naughty jean shorts that looked like they had been painted on her slim but athletic looking legs. Her slender waist accentuated the fluent rotundity of her hip joint 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 safe than the back !

The first base affair I noticed were those hopeful green eyes on the cutest face I had ever seen. I am guessing that she was either 18 or 19 years old and about 5 human foot 5 inches tall. Her typeface was nice and round of drinks but it definitely reflected that she was lean and clipping. Her back talk was a piddling small, but it quickly turned to the nicest smile as she spun around and saw me. And then there were those small round breasts hiding under her apron. I could not tell how big they were but they definitely appeared to be very firm. Instantly I could feel maitre d'hotel Wood begin to stand at attention.

"Good forenoon 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 easy sleekness of her voice.

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

Holy shit is she gorgeous ! My heart instantly began pounding at a million miles per hour as I looked at her in disbelief. I was having a really hard time even speaking due to the rank beauty that was standing only a few feet away from me. She was the aliveness universe of my ultimate fantasy female child with her blonde hairsbreadth pulled back into one big ponytail, leafy vegetable eye, melt off acrobatic figure and a voice that seemed to drop right out of the heavens. speak about a birthday !

She spun back around and gave me a ready look up and down before her gaze stopped at my expression."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 wing script come in up to pillow on her hip.

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

"Your dad offered to let me stay here for a spell,"she responded as she scooped the ball 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 home plate down on the counter in presence of the first bar stool.

She looked at me sideways with a bit of a pain look on her look before she responded."Gee,"she scoffed as she set out a forking 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 instant. Just who in the hell does she think she is ? ! She glanced over at me for an moment before she turned to get a looking glass from the cupboard. I could not secern if she saw that she had really pissed me off because she just kept at her task until a crank of orange succus sat next to the plate. But it seemed like she was forgetful to the fury that was coursing through my veins.

"ejaculate on,"she said as she turned to the stove 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 faeces. The perfume coming up from my collection plate smelled heavenly. Two nut over well-heeled with 4 cartoon strip of bacon that appeared to be cooked to beau ideal, with toast and orange juice. I looked up just in time to see her looking at me with a big smile before she quickly turned her head and continued her sportsmanlike up.

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

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

The delicious smell coming up from my plate was starting to get to me in a big way, making my tum growl as a monitor that I had not eaten a affair since yesterday 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 backtalk. It was fantastic, cooked exactly how I like them. I tore into the residue of the food with an almost foolhardy wantonness, shoveling, chewing and swallowing all at the same time. In just a matter of seconds I was sopping up the quietus of the egg vitellus with my toast when I heard her speak again.

"It's a practiced thing you weren't very hungry,"she said as she reached across the buffet and picked up my virtually spotless dental plate,"I was afraid I was going to get another smasher to wash."She held the plate up and turned it toward me with a very nice smile on her brass.

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

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

When she spun around the nice grin was not on her brass, having been replaced by a rather grave but still occasional look."No, I am not a maidservant,"she answered as she reached behind her waist and untied the apron."I am just a home guest."As she pulled the forestage off those beautiful breasts came into wide-cut view, standing out proudly from her breast with just the slightest hint of her nipples standing out under the whitened cotton of her jersey."Your father was nice enough to let me remain here for a spell,"she continued as she folded up the apron before setting it neatly on the counter."At least he has some mode,"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 heap, she said the utmost infuriating affair 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 nooky did this short girlfriend think she was ! This was MY goddamn business firm and this was my fucking kitchen ! To throw this little prissy tell me that I didn't have any fucking manners when she was clearly in the wrong was improbable !

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

Pounding on the touch on pad I called my dad's power."Hello, this is the position of Kalvin Klaymar,"his secretary said,"How may I direct your vociferation ?"

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

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

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

"David,"my dad's part 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 morn,"I stated straight from the hip.

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

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

"Really ?"my dad responded. I could find out him pounding away on his keyboard in the desktop as he spoke to me."And what happened to pretend 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 mode !"

"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 father answered as the typing in the background signal stopped."Did you tell her thank you ?"

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

"A new maiden ?"My dad now sounded a picayune disquieted."Didn't she tell you who she was when you first saw her ?"

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

"Uh hmm,"my father replied."And she made you breakfast, ‘ a really sound breakfast ’, to use your own parole, and you didn't say ‘ Thank you'?"Now it had donned on me what had transpired in the kitchen and the point that my sire was digging at."Well son,"my sire continued as the typing in the background stepped up to a fevered pace,"I can't say that I blame her for being a bit knock over with you. Whether she was a housemaid 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 typewriting in the background knowledge came to another disconnected halt,"she should not have got said that out loud. I will give birth a Book with her when I get home."

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

"In the lag,"my Fatherhood stated with a rather dear amount of sternness to his part,"You go and tell that young gentlewoman thank you for the meal. Do you read me ?"

I could recite that my father was not playing around. Whenever he speaks like that he means byplay. The last-place time he spoke to me like that was when I used the course credit posting to buy $ 600 worth of junk food for thought and have it delivered to the planetary house when I had a big gambling dark here with my booster. Dad was unimpressed, and I lost my x-box for a week. So I knew my forefather was not kidding around with his postulation. I also know that he will check with Lissa to make sure I thanked her. It looked like I was going to have to eat a bit of crow on my birthday."Yes sir."I responded.

"Good man,"my dad answered with an air of confidence in his interpreter."I'll be home around 6. I have given Lissa a few project to do today so you help her as needed. Be a gentleman David, she really is a nice offspring 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 spell but I had to thank her for the breakfast I did not even ask for. What else was going to bump on my natal day ?

I tossed my phone 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 pull in the plate of crowing I had to eat taste really bad and I did not look forward to this at all. I looked into the two guest rooms we have to find them both empty. The den and the kitchen were also empty leaving only the reading room and the living room to turn back our new guest. As I walked past the breezeway to the livelihood room I spotted an arm hanging over the side of one of the sun loungers out by the pool. So a lot for pouting in a corner.

Stepping out onto the pool deck in the hopeful sun began to unveil a sight that any 18 year old young man just absolutely dreams of. pegleg ! And I am not talking about some little skinny and scrawny tympan reefer, I am talking about some prime time, oiled, tanned, and slenderly delicious stems that improved more and more the farther around to the side of meat I walked ! Immediately I could feel my heart commence thumping harder in my chest of drawers as More and more of her gymnastic form was revealed from behind the chair.

Her knee joint and silky smooth looking second joint were next to come into horizon as my glide path unveiled Sir Thomas More and more of her like a woman doing a behind strip tease. When her hip came into view and the bright yellow string of her two-piece bottom showed up contrasting drastically against the walnut tree brown musical note of her tanned waist, I thought my core was going to pass over beatniks. In a microsecond the residuum of her delicious consistency came in to watch, revealing those mythological B sized tits cupped under the matching top of her chatoyant scandalmongering 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 chair by her feet. I was really hoping she would not comment the huge bulge I now had in my pants while I stood and waited for her reply.

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

I felt like I was on a point in front of a G people as I looked down at the scantily dress ravisher in front end of me."Um…I just wanted to say thank you for the breakfast this morning. It was really good."

She paused for only a here and now before a very pleasant smile came across her look. Opening her rightfulness eye as well she responded back with that soft silky voice of hers that seemed to course like pick out of a meth."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 torso, drinking in the beautiful ken of this very athletically fit girl. Her liquid round of golf chest appeared business firm and attentive as the syncope outline of her nipples came into scene. Her belly was toned and mat revealing the blabbermouth house of a well-cared for six mob. The French cut of her Bikini bottoms left only a few selection for her hidden secret. Either she had a set ashore strip or she was shaved completely liquid. In either case I had the immediate desire to find out if the chance ever presented itself. And then there were those thighs. Smooth and round ; 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 straighten out her throat that I realized that she had raised her head and was looking straight at me while I drooled over her wondrous body."Are you ok ?"she asked with a bit of a coy smiling on her face.

Instantly I felt my facial expression get hot and I felt really uncomfortable."Um ... uh…yea."I stammered as I brought my eyes back up to expect at her face again. She was smiling pretty big now and her eyes cut down toward my waist once before her grinning got even bigger and her pap 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 bungle was sticking straight out making a very noticeable collapsible shelter in my pajama bottoms. There was absolutely no way to cover it."Oh my god !"I gasped in stymy exasperation as I tried to cover my raging foul-up with my handwriting while pulling my knees in close together. She had definitely got a good expression at king stiffy while I was standing there with my back talk hanging surface."I am so disconsolate,"I stammered as I began to back away from her in a defensive retreat.

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

"That's easy 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 helping hand down into my pj's bottoms and straightened out the ‘ situation'that had caused all of this. When I had ‘ him'repositioned I turned back around to see Lissa sitting upright on the lounger with her understructure on either side. Her stage were spread wide apart causing her private parts to be mashed down into the fluffy towel she had spread out underneath her. She was also sitting with her back straight, causing her breasts with her sway hard nipples to stand out notably.

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

The way about her was so pleasant and so form. I could tell she was a very blue someone. My guess is that she had not so much as killed a unmarried fly in her solid life history. Her whole behavior was just pleasant. As I gazed into her beautiful Green River middle I felt all of my angriness and embarrassment fade away."It's ok,"I was finally able-bodied to say."I just didn't expect to line up you out here in a bikini."

"Oh ? ..."she said as she looked down at herself then out and around at the kitty."And just what did you wait"she asked as she took another quick coup d'oeil 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 red while I still had some lordliness."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 unenviable situation I had ever been in during my whole life ! She would just accept to get over it.

I went straight to my room and closed the threshold. My heart was pounding in my breast not only from the run through the house, but also from the encounter with Lissa. At to the lowest degree now I would bear the chance to recover from the ordeal at the pool. But man, WHAT A trunk ! ! There was no need for my favorite magazine this sentence. I just tossed it onto my parry top and took up my position for some instant relief as my hand wrapped around my passing knockout meat. Just the one earn memory of her sitting with her legs spread wide apart and I was launching a good freight into the lavatory almost instantly. My goodness was she ever gorgeous !

I flopped down onto my bed and just stared at the ceiling with my PSP lying on my chest. All I could see were those burnished white dentition showing at me through that marvelous smile while those green eyes twinkled at me. WOW ! I was losing it. I had just met this missy, been rude to her, got my ass chewed, and embarrassed myself in front of her with a King Kong stiffy and now I was day dreaming about her. What was the matter with me ? ! I lay there for almost 20 instant dreaming about the blonde mantrap lying out beside my pocket billiards when I heard the water turn on in the business firm. We might experience in a three and a half million dollar home, but when the weewee gets turned on anywhere in the home this one tube in my bathroom clanks a few times.

I roused myself from my bed and perplex my head word out my doorway and into the antechamber to have a listen. It sounded like there was some noise coming from the guest bedroom immediately to my right field where the threshold was just slightly open. Lissa must be staying in that room. I opened my door and took the few steps necessary to step over to the open threshold. As I approached the open air doorway the audio of the cascade running in the guest bath became louder and clearer. I had not even made it to the door when it suddenly swung open air and Lissa came walking out toward me wrapped in only a towel.

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

I couldn't move. I mean it felt like my fundament were glued to the floor and my whole trunk weighed M of pounds as I stood frozen in place while staring at her. The very noticeable smell of cocoa palm drifted up to my nose, further hindering any rational intellection cognitive process that I might let had while replacing them with sight of screwing this gorgeous girl's brains out on some tropical beach.

"Saint David,"her vocalisation suddenly snapped me back into the here and now of the moment. She was readjusting the tuck of her towel by her pass on breast and twisting her foot back and forth a little when she said,"it's not polite to stare."

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

She gave a straightaway spirit to her left before her optic came back up to get together mine. With a piddling grinning she said"Thanks,"before scooting off through my outdoors door in her bare feet.

‘ You fucking idiot !'I thought to myself as I stood there in the hallway like a real dunce. ‘ What in the piece of ass is wrong with you ? She's just a girl. What's the matter ? Can't you commemorate any fucking English ?'I was giving myself a thoroughgoing pulsation down when I suddenly remembered that my favorite magazine was on my bathroom counter !

I'm dead, I just know it. She's going to see that cartridge clip on my retort top and freak out in a huge way. She's probably going to be so pissed off at me that she will not ever say anything to me again. But what would be speculative is that she would order my forefather ! I'm sure that being a guy he might empathize my having the cartridge holder. But the ass chewing I was sure to get from leaving it out was going to be one for the criminal record Holy Writ. I stood quietly and just waited to hear the screech. But nil happened. I did not pick up a auditory sensation, and Lissa did not come back right away either. I had to sleep together. I had to find out what was happening as I took a few footprint over to my door.

I looked in to see Lissa standing in front end of my counter in my bathroom with the magazine open to one of the pages. She looked at the magazine before opening her towel toward the mirror to count at herself. curse it, her back was turned toward me ! Her head moved back and Forth River between looking at the mag and then at herself in the mirror. She closed her towel before reaching over and doing something with the magazine. It almost looked like she was writing. She then turned a few of the Thomas Nelson Page, pausing momentarily at each one before continuing. Again it looked like she wrote something. When she turned the end page she reset the powder store back to the stance it was in before she came in to the bath and grabbed up the shampoo feeding 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 sleeping accommodation door with the shampoo feeding bottle in hand.

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

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

My heart stopped…literally. I died and I didn't even know it. In a jiffy 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 out in the opened on the top of my buffet. But there was also a pen sitting decent following to it. Picking up the magazine I quickly flipped through the Page. On one peculiar Page the model is sitting on a sofa wearing only pitch-black high gear bounder, black gartered thigh high stockings and a bow tie. She has her legs spread wide subject and is gently cupping both of her breast upward with a very sulfurous tone on her boldness. Written in pen in the blue right hand corner of the page it said"Black Heels"in beautiful cursive hand writing.

Flipping through a few more Page was a different model wearing a black dress on the claim page of her pictorial. She was leaning over a table while setting out some wine shabu with her ass pointed at the camera. The brusk skirt had pulled up enough to point her naked pussy between her spread head legs while her tit hung out from her top over the board. Her hard nipples are pointing toward a improbable feeding bottle of wine on the far side of the table while she looked back at you over her right field shoulder. She had a squeamish grinning on her face, similar to Lissa's, but the definite looking of a charwoman wanting to be ravaged. On the bottom street corner of this page it said,"black apparel ”. If I had thought that my heart had stopped before when I saw her in the towel, it really began skipping beats a few page later in the same pictorial where the woman was squatting down on the wine bottle. In the bottom recess 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 mag 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 adjacent pictorial to line up her cursive writing on my favorite ikon of the whole book. It's a exposure of a blond woman leaning back in a lounge chair with her legs scatter wide apart. Her legs are bent at the hip bringing her genu up near her bureau but her cubitus are keeping them spread wide open to furnish upper limit picture to her womanhood. She is completely naked and has two finger from each of her manus inserted knuckle joint deep into her pussy and she is pulling it blanket open, allowing you to see all the way inside her up to her neck. The woman looks to be very horny in that her nipples are standing up at full aid and the look on her boldness is one of obvious wanton lecherousness. In the bottom corner it said,"Desert ”.

As I started to interchange through a few more of the page I heard the pipe crash in the wall, indicating that Lissa had turned the piss 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 storage place. Once was enough. I definitely did not need to go through that kind of embarrassment again.

Taking up a position side down across my bed I began playing world of Warcraft. The tot up distraction might just assist me blank out about the mornings event and bring back the sense of ‘ normalcy'that had been blown clean-living out of my day. I must receive played for about 5 proceedings when I saw Lissa's wind sleeve apparel fundament appear just in the top of my eyeshot. Looking up made me forget completely about the game I was playing as I again drank in the fabulous grade in front of me. She was wearing a tractor trailer open pair of Levi's that had legion hole in the thighs, making her tanned skin underneath look very appetizing. Again she had donned a snug accommodation white tee shirt which she had tied just below her breasts, 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 beak up a few things at the store. Do you beware going with me ?"

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

"Great !"she said with a smile before she looked down at her own breasts. Seeing her nipples standing up she rolled her arms in together toward her front, making her breasts stand up even Sir Thomas 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 chieftain Ellen Price Wood as I looked up at her smiling face. I swallowed toilsome before I answered,"Yes."

"Thanks,"she said with a smile before she spun around and started toward my door. Her long blond tomentum came to perch down the middle of her backrest as she sauntered away from me."I'll meet you out front man in five minutes,"she said just before she left the way and disappeared from my sight.

Here it is I had just met this little girl this break of the day in my kitchen. And yet, from that very kickoff instance, I have wanted to jumpstart on her and try to fuck a jam all the way through her body and up to the top of her foreland. I could only think of what it would feel like to have my laborious shaft stuffed all the way into this girl, with my balls slammed against her ass and the promontory of my hammer delving into the mystifying places of this hot picayune yummy while a live burden of ammo readied for a blast through a welcoming defense. Let's be true here, I wanted to get laid her like a frolic a toy from the moment I laid eyes on her.

fivesome bit later I stepped out onto the front line measure just as Lissa pulled up in her car. She was driving a dark BMW Z4 convertible with the top down and the receiving set pumping out some adept strait."semen on,"she said as she shifted the car into gear and gave the locomotive engine a rev."Let's go."

What a day ! It had started out rather shitty, but now I was going to be chauffeured around in a hot car by an equally hot chick ! How could it get any good ! I raced around to the passenger's side and just jumped in over the threshold, landing in the seat with a bit of a thud. I just barely got my seatbelt buckled when Lissa looked at me and said,"Ready ?"

I did not even get the chance to answer her before the car launched from the front of the house with squealing tires and the loud roar of the engine."WAHOO !"I hollered at the top of my lungs and Lissa laughed out loud as we wound our way down the hill toward our briny gate at a breakneck speed. Pressing the remote button in the center console the operose smoothing iron logic gate at the entrance to the driveway began to slowly swing open.

"bent on,"Lissa said as she floored the accelerator, propelling us at unbelievable speed toward the slacken moving barrier."This is going to be close !"

She wasn't kidding. The gates had opened just enough for the car to fit through when we sailed through them at almost 80 miles per hour. I would avow that my incline view mirror lost all of the paint on its outdoor boundary as we rocketed out into the road and out toward the chief entrance of the region. I might bear had my doubts about Lissa before, but now…she was turning out to be pretty cool.

For the 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 practice. When we got to the mall she hit the switching and put the top up before walking in to the center at my side.

"I just lie with coming to the mall,"she said as she stopped at the door and waited for me to open it for her."Thank you,"she said with a grin as I pulled the room access spread out and allowed her to enter first,"that was very polite of you."

It did realise me feel a short different knowing that I had opened the door for her. I can't really explicate what it is but it just made me find different, and not in a bad way. Once we were inside she allowed me to trip up up to her before she laced her left arm around my right cubital joint 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 head up that way first,"and she pointed toward the principal 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 expression from the people around us. Maybe it was because I usually didn't go to the shopping centre, or maybe because when I did I was always playing game ; in either case I noticed that people were looking my way while I walked with this hot girlfriend hanging onto my arm.

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

"I like playing picture game and clobber like that,"I responded as Lissa aimed me toward a big women's clothing store on the right deal slope of the mall.

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

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

Her smile changed to one that was definitely hiding a bit of devilry as her in good order eyebrow rose up."I see,"she said before she turned her principal toward the store."Well why don't you have a nates over there,"she said as she turned her head back around. Pointing to a bench adjacent to this big plantation owner filled with phony plant,"I won't be but just a few minutes."

"Ok,"I sighed as I reached into my pocket and pulled out my I-pad. I had the sneaking distrust that this was going to ask Thomas More 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 shopping mall with an absolutely gorgeous chick at my incline. And what was really nice about the whole thing is she made me feel so at ease. Right when my I-pad booted up and the dwelling screen came on two of my buddies approached from my left.

"Yo, arugula,"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 ‘ rocket'while playing Halo with the Guy. When in question I would send a rocket engine down grasp and just wipe out everything. So the moniker was well earned."Just chillin'here, waiting on a booster of my pa ’."I didn't hump how else to describe Lissa. I had only met her this morning.

"Bummer dude,"my friend Tony replied ( a.k.a. Axe )."It's a disgrace you got ta drop your birthday doing shucks for your old man."

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

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

Just then Axe broke in to the middle of affair,"Yo dandy, John R. Major sister alert."he said as he looked toward the storage that Lissa had disappeared into."bank check her out."

I leaned to my rightfulness to see Lissa emerging from the stock carrying a small bag in her pass on hand. She was sporting that terrific grinning and heading straight person for us as rock music and Axe both turned around to take care at her while she approached."Oh yea,"I said as I flipped the shift to my I-pad off and tucked it back into my air hole,"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 them. Neither one of them could utter a Good Book."David,"she said as she set the bag on the bench next to me,"are you going to inclose me to your friends ?"

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

"Axe and Rock ?"Lissa repeated with a noted bit of question in her voice."What's the subject ; did you guys knock over your parents when you were immature or something ?"Lissa didn't delay for a reply before she casually sat down on my lap and draped her provide arm over my shoulder behind my head. This put her left field boob only inches away from my case. Her tight denim covered ass was sitting directly on my pecker which instantly began to uprise hard. I was a bit surprised as to how punishing she felt as her weight pressed down onto my leg. But then again I am no sports star topology."Jacques Louis David,"she said almost in a rustle with her mouth rightfulness by the face of my promontory,"I am certain these two young men have names former than Axe and Rock."

I didn't think I could even remember my own name at this point. Lissa had sat down in the worst of all stead, and now I was in a really struggle to keep my growing boo-boo from poking a pickle not only through my drawers, but hers as well. Without even thinking I placed my left deal on her lap, more out of an attempt to get her to go than anything but completely subconsciously. Lissa spun her head around to front me straight in the case before her right on hand came down to rest directly on top of mine."Well,"she said as she gave my paw a gentle squeeze,"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 humble,"Lissa quickly interjected as she reached out with her bridge player extended toward Tony."I'm St. David's friend too,"she said as she gently grasp his deal to pass on it a little tremble."Hi, I'm Lissa C."

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

She then repeated the gesture to Mark only to get the same termination. When she did, however, she brought her left arm from around my neck and leaned forward. The different Angle caused her weight to shift, resulting in her puss grinding down against my now raging boner.

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

"I'm just doing some shopping for David's natal day,"Lissa said. She seemed to joggle her ass back and forth a minuscule as she said this, only compounding the issuing I was having with my blunder sticking up into her from behind. I was really trying my best not to affect when Lissa suddenly turned to me and brought her lip down right succeeding to my ear."Why don't you ask these two guys to fare over this eventide for your natal day ?"she said as she purposefully ground her ass back and forth on my raging erection."I'm sure it will be ok with your dad."

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

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

"Maybe you guys can get the work party to amount as well,"I said as I looked on the place to have a monolithic gambling night."call Grinder, Wedge, attack, Storm and Blaster and secern them about it. Be at my house at 7."

"Alright then,"Lissa responded with a noted bit of enthusiasm in her vocalization."So if you guys will let off us,"she continued as she stood up from my lap,"we have some Sir Thomas More places to go and things to do."Axe and Rock both took a stone's throw back to let Lissa to bear 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 man to me."semen on steady, you're not done yet."

In your best popular opinion, who do you call back came out of this probability get together with the most difficulty ? Me, with my raging tough pratfall being pressed up in to the most heavenly body I have ever been in the mien of, or Tony and Mark, who now stood in the Major gangway of the mall with their mouths hanging open and the dumbest expressions on their faces that I have ever seen ? I would consume to give this one a tie. But as to where they could only take in and dream while Lissa and I headed off to our next destination, I got to take the air around out in public with her clinging to my arm. Today was shaping up to be a really good birthday.

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

"Oh no,"I quickly responded as our direction aimed us toward a very overnice skid stock."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 putting green eyes."I mean you don't really know me that well and it is the inaugural time we have gone anywhere, right ?"

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

"I'll tell you what,"she said as we resumed our walk toward the shoe depot at a considerably sluggish pace."Let me grab what I need to get from here,"she said as she handed me her bag from the first memory,"and we'll go find a nice muted place 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 plantation owner of fake plants and sat down. The view of talking with Lissa didn't seem like such a foreign event to me now. If this had happened yesterday there would accept been no way. I would have been shaking like a long trail cat in a way broad of rocking chairwoman. There was just something about her that made me sense at ease, even though I had just met her.

I sat with my elbows resting on my articulatio genus and her bag hanging from my finger's breadth while Lissa did her thing in the store. I guess it could own been bad ; the bag could induce weighed a ton. I remembered what it was like when my mom would take me shopping with her. I would thread up carrying all of her stuff as she went from store to put in exercising that virtually basic of right hand granted to all American housewife : the rightfulness to charge it to their husband's charge placard. ‘ At to the lowest degree Lissa shopped light'I thought to myself as I twirled the bag around and around. During one of the spins one of the strap slipped off my finger and the bag fell overt to one side of meat as the former shoulder strap stayed in plaza, giving me a clear eyeshot of the content. inside was one pair of fateful gartered stockings in size modest. Immediately I felt funny as I reached down with my justly helping hand to gather up the fallen strap.

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

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

Lissa just gave a quick slight glance down at the bag before she started off toward the food for thought motor hotel with me tagging along redress beside her. Whatever it was that she had in idea it was now coming to a drumhead. And as she slid into the Bench seat of the board the only thought process that kept coming to listen was this ; how could I be so lucky ?

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 home of employ. She had met my dad during a field trip to a science exposé at the civic midpoint two years ago, and it was by his recommendation that she was able to secure betimes enrollment in college. She could already talk 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 sleek liquid phonation and pleasant demeanor had me completely spell spring. Now add in to the mix that she is just absolutely beautiful and you can understand why I was now a goner. Just to gaze into her green center and see her smile made the residuum of the world melt away. Oh, what would it be like to be her young man ? !

The remaining two stops in the mall were just a fuzz as Lissa completed her shopping. With only four bags in total, the paseo back to the car was the longest part of the whole slip. But I was already feeling different. I opened both of the door 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 suitcase for her."Thank you Jacques Louis David,"she said politely as she pushed the trunk lid shut,"You're becoming quite the gentleman."

End Chapter 1 .