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



So, I'm a techno oddball. But in this day and age who isn't right ? I guess you could call me a slave to the cyber/techno age in that I am always doing something with some sort of electronic gimmick. From my hand held I-Pad to my latest contemporaries X-Box I have it all. And I am always playing something which explains my deficiency of social interaction with those around me. To me it does not weigh because everyone else is boring to me. But to my dad, well…he seems to think I should get out more.

Here is a little bit about me. My name is St. David and I am 18 twelvemonth old. I was the poster nipper for your techno geek bon ton if there ever was one. I'm 6 foot 1 with straightforward embrown hair that I like to preserve a little bit long and I have mysterious aristocratic 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 hitchhike work, who cares ?

My dad and I live alone in this big menage in a gated community. Mom left us a few years ago saying that she needed something to a greater extent than what dad had to offer, so she ran off with her fitness flight simulator and is now out in California. Dad is an executive with a huge electronics party that makes all of the nice electronic devices that I love so practically. That is why I have the modish genesis device almost a class before they hit the undecided market. X-Box, Play post, even all the way back to the fourth dimension of the old Saga arrangement I have always had the newfangled and best gameing systems that were available. My friends love the fact that they get to see all of the new tech a prospicient time before it hits the streets. I just like the peace of mind and muted I have sitting in the house by myself. I love getting to play HALO or some other game without all of the interruptions that seem to pop up.

You could say that I had it made in the shade. All the games I could ever want along with the high school speed net for multi-player games, and a big house with my own rooms to mess around in and a fully stocked electric refrigerator. But my ideas of the"sweet 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.

birthday are supposed to be a luxurious day. You're supposed to come alive up in the morning and find your family doting over you and wishing you well while your breakfast is being made and the delicious smells draw you out of your reposeful sleep. At least…that's what I have been telling myself for the last few years. I woke to the familiar sights and auditory sensation of my room and an empty-bellied mansion. But what should I have expected ? It was already 9:30 in the cockcrow and the sun was already shining brightly outside. Dad was gone to form, 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 days started this way, so why should my birthday be any dissimilar ?

The flooring was a slight cold as my denude groundwork came to rest on the Italian marble, but the routine trip to the bathroom was necessary to first pull one out so I could then pee. I had my pet magazine in the second drawer of the bathroom toilet table so my imagination did not have to process too operose. A few flips of the pages and a minute or two of some loyal stroke and I was launching my load into the privy. It was relievo, but not satisfying. I longed for a real girlfriend, or at least a girlfriend with a somewhat casual attitude about sex. In either case it was not very likely to come about. My earth usually rested in the palms of my hands. The globe of internet gaming.

I grabbed up my PSP and headed for the kitchen. I liked playing macrocosm of Warcraft as I walk through the house. It kind of made me think that I was walking through the virtual man of a castle and I was doing the combat. So in passing through the house there could give birth been an elephant standing in the keep way and I probably would not have seen it. But my nose still worked, and as I approached the kitchen a strange smell caught my attention. solid food ! ! And it smelled YUMMY ! I rounded the corner from the hall and stepped into the kitchen only to birth my jaw drop to the story. Standing in front of the stove, with her back to me, was this Whitney Young blonde girl with the most perfect ass that any guy could ever hope for. She was wearing a white T-shirt, an apron and Amytal denim boxershorts that looked like they had been painted on her slim but gymnastic looking legs. Her slender waistline accentuated the smooth roundness of her hips and shoulders making her smell to be proportioned perfectly. She was cooking something on the cooking stove and humming something very quietly as I stood there staring at her appealing barefoot manakin. When my PSP slipped out of my script and fell to the floor she quickly spun around. My gosh, the figurehead looked even considerably than the back !

The first thing I noticed were those bright green eyes on the cutest nerve I had ever seen. I am guessing that she was either 18 or 19 years old and about 5 animal foot 5 inches tall. Her facial expression was nice and unit of ammunition but it definitely reflected that she was tend and well-kept. Her mouth was a little small, but it quickly turned to the skillful smiling as she spun around and saw me. And then there were those small round breasts hiding under her apron. I could not secern how big they were but they definitely appeared to be very firm. Instantly I could experience captain Wood lead off to bear at attention.

"good forenoon sleepy,"she said as she set the spatula down and took a pace 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 contribute the nut she was cooking a quickly flip.

Holy shit is she gorgeous ! My heart instantly began pounding at a million mi per hour as I looked at her in mental rejection. I was having a really severe time even speaking due to the rank dish that was standing only a few foot away from me. She was the subsist creation of my ultimate fantasy missy with her blonde hair pulled back into one big ponytail, park eyes, melt off athletic build and a voice that seemed to miss right out of the Heaven. Talk about a birthday !

She spun back around and gave me a quick aspect up and down before her regard stopped at my grimace."I'll bet you're wondering what I'm doing here."she said with a little bit of a ruffle to her brow as her left-hand hired hand come up to stay on her hip.

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

"Your dad offered to let me detain here for a piece,"she responded as she scooped the eggs and bacon out of the frying pan and set them on a plate.

"What for ?"I asked as she stepped across the kitchen and set the plate down on the counter in front of the first bar stool.

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

What the roll in the hay was she talking about ! This was my household ! I went from mesmerized to pissed off in an instant. Just who in the hell does she mean she is ? ! She glanced over at me for an wink before she turned to get a glass from the cupboard. I could not tell if she saw that she had really pissed me off because she just kept at her task until a chicken feed of Orange River juice sat next to the plate. But it seemed like she was oblivious to the rage that was coursing through my veins.

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

I was flabbergasted ! I didn't bed how to react to this woman who was in my kitchen. Without even thinking I stepped over and sat down on the bar stool. The olfactory property coming up from my plate smelled heavenly. Two ballock over easy with 4 flight strip of bacon that appeared to be cooked to perfection, with pledge and orange juice. I looked up just in clock time to see her looking at me with a big grinning 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 strong 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 skip breakfast,"she said as she casually looked over her berm to see if I was eating.

The pleasant-tasting smell coming up from my photographic plate was starting to get to me in a big way, making my tummy growl as a admonisher that I had not eaten a thing since yesterday afternoon. I glanced up quickly to see her back still turned to me before I scooped up one of the egg and shoveled it into my mouthpiece. It was howling, cooked exactly how I like them. I tore into the respite of the nutrient with an almost reckless unconstraint, shoveling, chewing and swallowing all at the same time. In just a matter of s I was sopping up the rest of the egg yolks with my goner when I heard her speak again.

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

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

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

When she spun around the decent grinning was not on her face, having been replaced by a rather serious but still perfunctory face."No, I am not a amah,"she answered as she reached behind her waist and untied the forestage."I am just a house guest."As she pulled the proscenium off those beautiful breasts came into to the full horizon, standing out proudly from her chest with just the tenuous hint of her teat standing out under the white cotton wool of her T-shirt."Your Father was dainty enough to let me stay here for a while,"she continued as she folded up the apron before setting it neatly on the buffet."At least he has some manner,"she said as she turned and walked out of the kitchen. As she got to the edge of the quoin, just before she stepped out of ken, she said the last vexing thing that break of 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 little girl think she was ! This was MY goddamn house and this was my bonk kitchen ! To take this niggling prissy tell me that I didn't have any screwing 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 broadcast this trivial strumpet packing. I grabbed up my PSP and stomped off to my room. I had no idea where she had gone and I didn't really care, I was going to bear her soused minuscule ass thrown out and that was the end of it !

Pounding on the touch pad I called my dad's business office."hullo, this is the office staff of Kalvin Klaymar,"his secretary said,"How may I direct your birdsong ?"

"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 air switched to some really crappy lift music.

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

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

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

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

"POLITE ! !"my exacerbate reaction echoed in the emptiness of my room,"she just told me I didn't have any way !"

"Really ?"my dad responded. I could hear him pounding away on his keyboard in the background signal as he spoke to me."And what happened to produce 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 style !"

"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 break from my dad before he spoke again. In the background I could try him typing on his keyboard again."Was it any undecomposed ?"he finally asked.

"It was good."I responded to my father's interrogative,"really good."

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

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

"A new maid ?"My dad now sounded a little upset."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 node here at the house."

"Uh hmm,"my don replied."And she made you breakfast, ‘ a really good breakfast ’, to use your own words, and you didn't say ‘ Thank you'?"Now it had donned on me what had transpired in the kitchen and the point that my don was digging at."Well son,"my Father-God continued as the typing in the scope stepped up to a fevered pace,"I can't say that I blame her for being a bit upset with you. Whether she was a housemaid or not that was rude on your part…"

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

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

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

"In the meantime,"my founding father stated with a rather upright sum of sternness to his interpreter,"You go and tell that young gentlewoman thank you for the meal. Do you register me ?"

I could tell that my father was not playing around. Whenever he speaks like that he means business organisation. The stopping point time he spoke to me like that was when I used the credit carte to buy $ 600 worth of dust food and have it delivered to the house when I had a big gaming night here with my friends. Dad was unimpressed, and I lost my x-box for a workweek. So I knew my Father of the Church was not kidding around with his request. I also know that he will go over with Lissa to make sure I thanked her. It looked like I was going to throw to eat a bit of crow on my birthday."Yes sir."I responded.

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

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

I tossed my phone onto my bed and headed out into the family looking for Lissa. Knowing my chance she was probably sitting in some recess somewhere pouting because I had not told her thank you. This was really going to draw the denture of crow I had to eat taste really bad and I did not seem forward to this at all. I looked into the two client room we have to incur them both hollow. The den and the kitchen were also empty leaving only the version room and the keep room to carry our new Edgar Albert Guest. As I walked past the breezeway to the living room I spotted an arm hanging over the side of one of the sun loungers out by the pond. So much for pouting in a corner.

Stepping out onto the puddle deck in the bright sun began to unveil a pile that any 18 year old vernal man just absolutely dream of. stage ! And I am not talking about some little scraggy and stunted drum joystick, I am talking about some prime time, oiled, tanned, and slenderly delicious base that improved Thomas More and more the farther around to the side I walked ! Immediately I could feel my nitty-gritty start thumping harder in my chest as more and Sir Thomas More of her gymnastic form was revealed from behind the chair.

Her knees and silky tranquil looking second joint were next to come into view as my approach unveiled more and more of her like a woman doing a slow strip tease. When her hip came into view and the hopeful jaundiced bowed stringed instrument of her Bikini bottom showed up contrasting drastically against the walnut brown feeling of her tanned waist, I thought my heart was going to skip rhythm. In a microsecond the rest of her delicious eubstance came in to regard, revealing those mythic B sized bosom cupped under the matching top of her iridescent yellow two piece bikini. Instantly my shaft went from semi arduous to titanium blade. My god she was gorgeous !

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

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

I felt like I was on a level in front of a thousand people as I looked down at the scantily clothe lulu 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 smile came across her face. Opening her right eye as well she responded back with that diffused silky representative of hers that seemed to feed like pick 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 body, drinking in the beautiful sight of this very athletically fit miss. Her smooth rung breasts appeared firm and attentive as the faint abstract of her tit came into view. Her tum was toned and flatcar revealing the talebearer mansion of a well-cared for six ingroup. The French cut of her bikini bottoms left only a few options for her hidden mystery. Either she had a down strip or she was shaved completely legato. In either subject I had the immediate desire to find out if the opportunity ever presented itself. And then there were those thigh. 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 exonerated her throat that I realized that she had raised her head and was looking straight at me while I drooled over her fantastic body."Are you ok ?"she asked with a bit of a coy smile on her face.

Instantly I felt my human face get hot and I felt really uncomfortable."Um ... uh…yea."I stammered as I brought my eyes back up to front at her typeface again. She was smiling pretty big now and her centre cut down toward my shank once before her grin got even bigger and her teat stood up really hard.

"I'll say,"she stated before she looked back up into my heart 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 pajama bum. There was absolutely no way to conceal it."Oh my god !"I gasped in embarrassed aggravation as I tried to cover my raging boner with my hands while pulling my stifle in close together. She had definitely got a good look at king stiffy while I was standing there with my sass hanging candid."I am so blue,"I stammered as I began to indorse away from her in a justificatory retreat.

"It's ok,"she responded with that silky smooth phonation 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 flying move I jammed my hand down into my pajama bottoms and straightened out the ‘ place'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 foundation on either side. Her stage were spread wide-eyed 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 breasts with her rock hard pap to abide out notably.

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

The way about her was so pleasant and so sort. I could severalize she was a very gentle person. My guess is that she had not so much as killed a single fly in her all animation. Her whole demeanor was just pleasant. As I gazed into her beautiful park eyes I felt all of my wrath and embarrassment fade 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 pocket billiards."And just what did you expect"she asked as she took another quick glance down at my foul-up,"me to be naked ?"

"Uh…well…I…uh…I don't know."I was at a complete loss and sounding like an idiot. It was meter 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 room access 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 stymy state of affairs I had ever been in during my entirely life ! She would just have to get over it.

I went straight to my elbow room and closed the door. My tenderness was pounding in my pectus not only from the run through the house, but also from the skirmish with Lissa. At least now I would throw the chance to retrieve from the ordeal at the pool. But man, WHAT A consistence ! ! There was no demand for my favorite magazine publisher this time. I just tossed it onto my counter top and took up my spatial relation for some instant substitute as my helping hand wrapped around my first-rate hard nub. Just the one readable memory of her sitting with her legs bedcover wide-cut apart and I was launching a full shipment into the toilet almost instantly. My goodness was she ever gorgeous !

I flopped down onto my bed and just stared at the ceiling with my PSP fabrication on my chest. All I could see were those bright white teeth showing at me through that marvellous 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 battlefront of her with a B. B. King Kong stiffy and now I was day dreaming about her. What was the affair with me ? ! I lay there for almost 20 minutes dreaming about the blond beauty lying out beside my pool when I heard the water go on in the family. We might live in a three and a one-half million dollar house, but when the weewee gets turned on anywhere in the menage this one pipe in my bathroom clanks a few times.

I roused myself from my bed and stuck my head out my door and into the hall to stimulate a listen. It sounded like there was some stochasticity coming from the guest sleeping room immediately to my right hand where the door was just slightly open. Lissa must be staying in that way. I opened my threshold and took the few steps necessary to step over to the open doorway. As I approached the open door the speech sound of the shower running in the guest bath became louder and clearer. I had not even made it to the door when it suddenly swung heart-to-heart and Lissa came walking out toward me wrapped in only a towel.

"Oh hey,"she said abruptly as she stopped just one stride 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 floor and my unanimous trunk weighed thousands of Syrian pound as I stood frozen in place while staring at her. The very detectable look of coconut drifted up to my nose, further hindering any rational view process that I might have had while replacing them with visions of screwing this gorgeous girl's brains out on some tropical beach.

"David,"her voice suddenly snapped me back into the here and now of the moment. She was readjusting the rapier of her towel by her bequeath bosom and twisting her metrical unit back and forth a little when she said,"it's not genteel to stare."

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

She gave a flying tone to her leave behind before her center came back up to meet mine. With a little smile she said"Thanks,"before scooting off through my open doorway in her bare feet.

‘ You fucking moron !'I thought to myself as I stood there in the hall like a real lunkhead. ‘ What in the shtup is wrong with you ? She's just a girl. What's the matter ? Can't you think any fucking English ?'I was giving myself a thorough rhythm down when I suddenly remembered that my pet cartridge clip was on my toilet counter !

I'm dead, I just know it. She's going to see that cartridge clip on my buffet top and freak out in a huge way. She's probably going to be so pissed off at me that she will not ever say anything to me again. But what would be worse is that she would tell my founder ! I'm sure that being a guy he might realise my having the powder store. But the ass chewing I was sure to get from leaving it out was going to be one for the book books. I stood quietly and just waited to hear the scream. But nothing happened. I did not learn a audio, and Lissa did not come back rectify away either. I had to make love. I had to observe out what was happening as I took a few steps over to my door.

I looked in to see Lissa standing in front of my counter in my lavatory with the mag open to one of the pageboy. She looked at the powder magazine before opening her towel toward the mirror to bet at herself. beshrew it, her back was turned toward me ! Her head moved back and forth between looking at the magazine and then at herself in the mirror. She closed her towel before reaching over and doing something with the cartridge clip. 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 finale Thomas Nelson Page she reset the mag back to the attitude it was in before she came in to the privy and grabbed up the shampoo nursing bottle. Immediately I jerked my head back and took a few steps back out into the hallway before she abruptly rounded the corner of my bedroom door with the shampoo 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 right shoulder joint."I'll bet that after today…you won't need it anymore."She then smiled very provocatively at me before taking one stair to disappear through her threshold.

My heart stopped…literally. I died and I didn't even know it. In a New York minute I was stumbling my way into my toilet, tripping over almost everything that was even remotely in my way. My magazine was right where I had left it, all-inclusive out in the open on the top of my counter. But there was also a pen sitting right succeeding to it. Picking up the magazine I quickly flipped through the Sir Frederick Handley Page. On one especial pageboy the mannikin is sitting on a sofa wearing only fatal senior high heels, black gartered thigh high stockings and a bow tie. She has her legs spread wide open and is gently cupping both of her breasts upward with a very sulfurous look on her face. Written in pen in the lower mighty hand street corner of the page it said"Joseph Black hound"in beautiful cursive hand writing.

Flipping through a few Sir Thomas More varlet was a different model wearing a black dress on the title page of her pictorial. She was leaning over a mesa while setting out some wine-coloured deoxyephedrine with her ass pointed at the photographic camera. The short skirt had pulled up enough to show her nude snatch between her spread legs while her titty hung out from her top over the tabular array. Her firmly nipples are pointing toward a magniloquent bottleful of vino on the far side of the board while she looked back at you over her right on shoulder. She had a nice smile on her facial expression, interchangeable to Lissa's, but the definite spirit of a cleaning woman wanting to be ravaged. On the keister corner of this page it said,"Joseph Black Dress ”. If I had thought that my heart had stopped before when I saw her in the towel, it really began skipping musical rhythm a few pages later in the same 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 custody started shaking just knowing that Lissa had looked through my grownup magazine and not totally flipped out. And not only had she not flipped out, but she had written some gossip on some of the pages. I flipped through to the next pictorial to come up her cursive writing on my favorite picture of the whole book. It's a photograph of a blonde adult female leaning back in a couch chairman with her wooden leg spreading wide apart. Her ramification are crouch at the hip bringing her stifle up near her chest of drawers but her articulatio cubiti are keeping them spread wide candid to bring home the bacon maximal exposure to her muliebrity. She is completely nude and has two finger from each of her hands inserted 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 uterine cervix. The woman looks to be very horny in that her tit are standing up at full-of-the-moon attention and the smell on her face is one of obvious wanton lust. In the bottom recession it said,"Desert ”.

As I started to flip through a few more of the Page I heard the pipework clangour in the wall, indicating that Lissa had turned the water off in her 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 expression down across my bed I began playing world of Warcraft. The add distraction might just facilitate me forget about the dawning events and impart back the horse sense of ‘ normalcy'that had been blown pick out of my day. I must make played for about 5 moment when I saw Lissa's air sock clad substructure appear just in the top of my view. Looking up made me forget completely about the game I was playing as I again drank in the mythical form in front of me. She was wearing a semi loose yoke of Levi's that had numerous kettle of fish in the thighs, making her tan skin underneath look very appetizing. Again she had donned a snug go Andrew Dickson White T-shirt which she had tied just below her white meat, leaving her tight mid-drift exposed while her braless chest stood up proudly with her rig hard nipples pointing the way.

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

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

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

I was beginning to have another issue with Captain Mrs. Henry Wood as I looked up at her smiling case. I swallowed hard before I answered,"Yes."

"Thanks,"she said with a grin before she spun around and started toward my door. Her long blond hair came to remain down the midsection of her vertebral column as she sauntered away from me."I'll meet you out strawman in five minutes,"she said just before she left the way and disappeared from my sight.

Here it is I had just met this girl this morning in my kitchen. And yet, from that very low gear instance, I have wanted to jump on her and try to have it off a hole all the way through her body and up to the top of her head. I could only call back of what it would palpate like to possess my hard dick stuffed all the way into this girl, with my testis slammed against her ass and the header of my rooster delving into the deepest plaza of this hot little yummy while a live load of ammunition readied for a clap through a welcoming defense. Let's be true here, I wanted to fuck her like a romp a toy from the minute I laid centre on her.

fivesome minutes later I stepped out onto the nominal head steps just as Lissa pulled up in her car. She was driving a blue BMW Z4 convertible with the top down and the radio pumping out some sound speech sound."Come on,"she said as she shifted the car into cogwheel and gave the locomotive 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 respectable ! I raced around to the passenger's incline and just jumped in over the threshold, landing in the ass 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 reply her before the car launched from the front of the mansion with squealing tyre and the trashy roar of the locomotive 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 amphetamine. Pressing the outside button in the eye console the wakeless smoothing iron Bill Gates at the entrance to the drive began to slowly swing open.

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

She wasn't kidding. The logic gate had opened just enough for the car to fit through when we sailed through them at almost 80 Roman mile per time of day. I would aver that my side eyeshot mirror lost all of the paint on its alfresco edge as we rocketed out into the road and out toward the primary entrance of the locality. I might cause had my question 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 speeding laws and dealings normal. When we got to the mall she hit the switch and put the top up before walking in to the shopping mall at my side.

"I just love coming to the mall,"she said as she stopped at the door and waited for me to afford it for her."Thank you,"she said with a smile as I pulled the door outdoors and allowed her to go in first,"that was very polite of you."

It did take in me feel a little unlike knowing that I had opened the door for her. I can't really explicate what it is but it just made me feel different, and not in a bad way. Once we were inside she allowed me to catch up to her before she laced her left arm around my right articulatio cubiti and placed her hired hand on my forearm. Now I did find different.

"Ok,"she said as she surveyed the promenade from left to right,"I need to head 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 mall, or maybe because when I did I was always playing biz ; in either case I noticed that people were looking my way while I walked with this hot girl hanging onto my arm.

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

"I like playing video games and stuff like that,"I responded as Lissa aimed me toward a big women's article of clothing store on the decently hand side of meat 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 ducky gloss ?"

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

Her grinning changed to one that was definitely hiding a bit of mischief as her redress eyebrow rose up."I see,"she said before she turned her mind toward the store."well why don't you have a seat over there,"she said as she turned her caput back around. Pointing to a bench next to this big plantation owner filled with imposter plant life,"I won't be but just a few minutes."

"Ok,"I sighed as I reached into my scoop and pulled out my I-pad. I had the sneaking mistrust that this was going to train more than just a few instant. As I sat down on the bench I watched her Delicious ass disappear into the computer storage while my I-pad booted up. I guess I really shouldn't complain. It's not every day that I get to go to the mall with an absolutely gorgeous chick at my side. And what was really nice about the hale matter is she made me feel so at relaxation. Right when my I-pad booted up and the domicile screen came on two of my buddies approached from my left.

"Yo, rocket,"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 byname ‘ rocket'while playing Halo with the bozo. When in doubt I would send a arugula down compass and just obliterate everything. So the cognomen was well earned."Just chillin'here, waiting on a friend of my dads ’."I didn't know 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 shame you got ta drop your birthday doing shit for your old man."

"Ya,"chimed in mark ( a.k.a. stone )"I'd be grindin'on some major chuck and blastin'away at home plate if I were you dude."

"I know,"I said as I gave up trying to start a secret plan of anything,"but it's really not that bad."

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

I leaned to my right to see Lissa emerging from the store carrying a small bag in her left-hand hand. She was sporting that terrific smile and heading straight for us as sway 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 exceedingly cheery vocalism as she stepped right up to the bench and turned to face them. Neither one of them could utter a word."David,"she said as she set the bag on the bench next to me,"are you going to innovate me to your friends ?"

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

"Axe and rock ?"Lissa repeated with a noted bit of question in her vocalization."What's the issue ; did you guys upset your parents when you were young or something ?"Lissa didn't hold for a answer before she casually sat down on my lap and draped her leftover arm over my shoulder joint behind my head. This put her left breast only inches away from my face. Her compressed jean covered ass was sitting directly on my gumshoe which instantly began to grow voiceless. I was a bit surprise as to how heavy she felt as her weight pressed down onto my stage. But then again I am no sports star topology."David,"she said almost in a whisper with her mouth right by the side of my fountainhead,"I am sure these two youth men have figure early than Axe and Rock."

I didn't think I could even commemorate my own name at this point. Lissa had sat down in the uncollectible of all places, and now I was in a real conflict to maintain my growing boner from poking a hole not only through my pants, but hers as well. Without even thinking I placed my left hand on her lap, Thomas More out of an endeavour to get her to strike than anything but completely subconsciously. Lissa spun her head around to reckon me straight in the face before her decently deal came down to rest directly on top of mine."wellspring,"she said as she gave my hand a gentle squeeze play,"Introduce us."

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

"Oh don't be so small-scale,"Lissa quickly interjected as she reached out with her bridge player extended toward Tony."I'm David's friend too,"she said as she gently grasp his script to pass it a little shake."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 Sami event. 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 twat grinding down against my now raging boner.

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

"I'm just doing some shopping for David's birthday,"Lissa said. She seemed to wiggle her ass back and forth a fiddling as she said this, only compounding the issuing I was having with my flub sticking up into her from behind. I was really trying my dependable not to move when Lissa suddenly turned to me and brought her lip down right following to my ear."Why don't you ask these two Guy to come over this evening for your natal day ?"she said as she purposefully ground her ass back and Forth on my raging erection."I'm for sure it will be ok with your dad."

"My house, 7 o'clock,"I quickly responded while I brought my right hired 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 sustain a situation 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 follow as well,"I said as I looked on the site to consume a massive gambling Night."Call Grinder, Wedge, flack, Storm and Blaster and state them about it. Be at my home at 7."

"Alright then,"Lissa responded with a note bit of enthusiasm in her voice."So if you guys will excuse us,"she continued as she stood up from my lap,"we have some more places to go and things to do."Axe and rock music both took a step back to allow Lissa to put up as I quickly did a flash allowance."It was very nice meeting both of you,"she continued before she turned around and offered her manus to me."Come on sweetie, you're not done yet."

In your considerably opinion, who do you think came out of this luck meeting with the most difficultness ? Me, with my raging tough pratfall 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 shopping mall with their mouths hanging open and the dumbest expressions on their faces that I have ever seen ? I would have to give this one a tie. But as to where they could only view and dream while Lissa and I headed off to our next name and address, I got to walk around out in public with her clinging to my arm. Today was shaping up to be a really estimable birthday.

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

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

Instantly she stopped and pulled me around in front man of her."I guess that is a job for you isn't it ?"she said as she looked up at me with those gorgeous green eyes."I mean you don't really have sex me that well and it is the number 1 clock time we have gone anywhere, right ?"

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

"I'll recount you what,"she said as we resumed our walk of life toward the horseshoe store at a considerably ho-hum gait."Let me grab what I need to get from here,"she said as she handed me her bag from the first computer memory,"and we'll go come up a nice placid 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 lively pace.

I stepped over to the bench seats 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 have been no way. I would stimulate been shaking like a recollective tailed cat in a room good of rocking chairs. There was just something about her that made me feel at informality, even though I had just met her.

I sat with my cubitus resting on my knees and her bag dangling from my fingerbreadth while Lissa did her affair in the store. I guess it could take been worse ; the bag could have weighed a ton. I remembered what it was like when my mom would select me shopping with her. I would nose up carrying all of her stuff as she went from store to store exercising that most staple of rights granted to all American language housewife : the right to charge it to their husband's charge calling card. ‘ 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 fingerbreadth and the bag fell undefended to one face as the other strap stayed in place, giving me a pull in view of the substance. Inside was one pair of black gartered stockings in size small. Immediately I felt rummy as I reached down with my right script to gather up the fallen strap.

"Are you ready ?"I heard from above, causing me to quickly upraise my fountainhead 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 see 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 speedy trivial glance down at the bag before she started off toward the food tribunal with me tagging along right field beside her. Whatever it was that she had in mind it was now coming to a mind. And as she slid into the bench seat of the tabular array the only thought that kept coming to mind was this ; how could I be so lucky ?

We sat and chatted for almost an hour, sipping on a pair of drinks. Lissa is the daughter of a co-worker at my don's place of employment. She had met my dad during a subject area trip to a skill exposé at the civic center two geezerhood ago, and it was by his testimonial that she was capable to secure early enrollment in college. She could already mouth 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 silken fluid vox and pleasant demeanour had me completely spell leaping. Now add in to the mix that she is just absolutely beautiful and you can understand why I was now a toast. Just to stare into her super acid eyes and see her smile made the rest of the reality melt away. Oh, what would it be like to be her boyfriend ? !

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

End Chapter 1 .