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

Here is a piddling bit about me. My name is Saint David and I am 18 year old. I was the post horse nipper for your techno geek society if there ever was one. I'm 6 foot 1 with straight brown tomentum that I like to proceed a little bit long and I have deep blue eyes. I might be what you would say is a little skinny but it is not something that I really headache myself with. As long as my thumbs work, who cares ?

My dad and I live alone in this big star sign in a gated community of interests. Mom left us a few yr ago saying that she needed something more than what dad had to declare oneself, so she ran off with her fitness trainer and is now out in California. Dad is an executive director with a Brobdingnagian electronics company that makes all of the nice electronic devices that I love so much. That is why I have the latest generation twist almost a year before they hit the subject grocery. X-Box, Play Station, even all the way back to the sentence of the old Saga systems I have always had the newest and best gameing scheme that were available. My Friend love the fact that they get to see all of the new tech a hanker time before it hits the streets. I just like the peace and smooth I have sitting in the firm by myself. I love getting to play annulus or some early game without all of the gap that seem to pop up.

You could say that I had it made in the shade. All the plot I could ever require along with the high speed internet for multi-player games, and a big house with my own room to mess up around in and a fully stocked electric refrigerator. But my melodic theme of the"mellisonant life sentence"came to a sudden routine in the road on the day of my 18th birthday. What happened then has changed my life.

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

Birthdays are supposed to be a grand day. You're supposed to wake up in the morning and find your kinsperson doting over you and wishing you well while your breakfast is being made and the delicious smells draw you out of your reposeful slumber. At least…that's what I have been telling myself for the finish few twelvemonth. I woke to the companion passel and sounds of my elbow room and an empty house. But what should I have expected ? It was already 9:30 in the break of the day and the sun was already shining brightly outside. Dad was gone to work, and with mom having been gone for more than two days now, it was up to me to stand for myself. But I really wasn't surprised. Almost all of my twenty-four hour period started this way, so why should my birthday be any different ?

The trading floor was a fiddling low temperature as my bare infantry came to rest on the Italian marble, but the routine trip-up to the bathroom was necessary to first take out one out so I could then pee. I had my favorite magazine in the second drawer of the bathroom toilet table so my imagination did not induce to work too hard. A few flips of the Page and a minute or two of some fast stroking and I was launching my load into the crapper. It was relief, but not satisfying. I longed for a rattling girlfriend, or at to the lowest degree a female child with a somewhat cursory attitude about sex. In either case it was not very belike to go on. My public usually rested in the palms of my hands. The humanity of internet gaming.

I grabbed up my PSP and headed for the kitchen. I liked playing World of Warcraft as I walk through the firm. It kind of made me think that I was walking through the practical cosmos of a castle and I was doing the fight. So in passing through the planetary house there could bear been an elephant standing in the aliveness room and I probably would not take seen it. But my nose still worked, and as I approached the kitchen a strange smelling caught my tending. FOOD ! ! And it smelled YUMMY ! I rounded the corner from the hall and stepped into the kitchen only to have my jaw dip to the story. Standing in presence of the stove, with her back to me, was this young blonde miss with the most unadulterated ass that any guy could ever go for for. She was wearing a white T-shirt, an apron and blue jean boxers that looked like they had been painted on her slim but athletic looking stage. Her slender shank accentuated the still roundness of her pelvic girdle 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 shoeless form. When my PSP slipped out of my hand and fell to the flooring she quickly spun around. My gosh, the front looked even ameliorate than the binding !

The first thing I noticed were those bright putting green eyes on the mown case I had ever seen. I am guessing that she was either 18 or 19 eld old and about 5 feet 5 inch tall. Her look was skillful and round but it definitely reflected that she was lean and shipshape. Her mouth was a little diminished, but it quickly turned to the nicest smile as she spun around and saw me. And then there were those minuscule 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 master forest set out to abide at attention.

"commodity morning sleepy,"she said as she set the spatula down and took a step in my direction."Happy birthday."

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

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

holy place diddly is she gorgeous ! My sum instantly began pounding at a million knot per hour as I looked at her in disbelief. I was having a really hard time even speaking due to the absolute smasher that was standing only a few feet away from me. She was the surviving foundation of my ultimate fantasy young woman with her blonde whisker pulled back into one big ponytail, green middle, slim gymnastic pattern and a voice that seemed to drop right out of the heavens. Talk about a natal day !

She spun back around and gave me a speedy looking up and down before her gaze stopped at my face."I'll bet you're wondering what I'm doing here."she said with a piddling bit of a fray to her brow as her get out hired man arrive up to reside on her hip.

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

"Your dad offered to let me bide here for a piece,"she responded as she scooped the nut 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 buffet in movement of the first base bar stool.

She looked at me sideways with a bit of a troubled spirit on her face before she responded."Gee,"she scoffed as she set out a fork adjacent to the plate,"not lots in the way of style,"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 New York minute. Just who in the hell does she think she is ? ! She glanced over at me for an twinkling before she turned to get a glass from the cupboard. I could not recount if she saw that she had really pissed me off because she just kept at her task until a glass of orange juice sat next to the plate. But it seemed like she was forgetful to the rage that was coursing through my veins.

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

I was flabbergasted ! I didn't get laid how to react to this charwoman who was in my kitchen. Without even thinking I stepped over and sat down on the bar stool. The aroma coming up from my plate smelled heavenly. Two egg over easy with 4 flight strip of Sir Francis Bacon that appeared to be cooked to perfection, with goner and orangeness succus. I looked up just in time to see her looking at me with a big smile before she quickly turned her nous and continued her clean-living up.

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

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

The delightful smell coming up from my plate was starting to get to me in a big way, making my stomach growl as a monitor that I had not eaten a thing since yesterday afternoon. I glanced up quickly to see her backbone still turned to me before I scooped up one of the eggs and shoveled it into my mouth. It was fantastic, cooked exactly how I like them. I tore into the residual of the food with an almost rash abandon, shoveling, chewing and swallowing all at the Lapp time. In just a matter of seconds I was sopping up the respite of the egg yolks with my toast when I heard her speak again.

"It's a good thing you weren't very hungry,"she said as she reached across the counter and picked up my virtually spic home,"I was afraid I was going to own another sweetheart to wash."She held the 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 damn, could she ever cook ! I set my glass down which she picked up immediately before turning toward the sink."And to answer your head 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 more sentence from behind,"as a maid."

When she spun around the nice smile was not on her look, having been replaced by a rather grave but still casual look."No, I am not a maiden,"she answered as she reached behind her waist and untied the apron."I am just a house guest."As she pulled the apron off those beautiful bosom came into full moon eyeshot, standing out proudly from her chest with just the slightest wind of her teat standing out under the white cotton of her T-shirt."Your father was decent enough to let me last out here for a while,"she continued as she folded up the apron before setting it neatly on the counterpunch."At least he has some fashion,"she said as she turned and walked out of the kitchen. As she got to the edge of the corner, just before she stepped out of sight, she said the concluding exasperate matter that morning,"and by the way…you're welcome for breakfast."

WHAT ! ! ! I was pissed, I mean really fucking pissed ! Just who in the fucking did this little lady friend think she was ! This was MY goddamn house and this was my fucking kitchen ! To have this little prissy tell me that I didn't have any nooky manners when she was clearly in the wrong was unbelievable !

I knew what I had to do, and there was simply no way around it. I had to call my dad. He was going to fix this and broadcast this little strumpet 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 worry, I was going to cause her tight little ass thrown out and that was the end of it !

Pounding on the touch pad I called my dad's office."Hello, this is the office of Kalvin Klaymar,"his secretarial assistant said,"How may I take your call option ?"

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

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

I was really going to give my dad an ear full, I thought to myself while I waited for him to break up up the speech sound. The fact that some strange fille had just insulted me in my own theater was improbable. Add to it that she was only a guest and the whole thing just reeked of a bad set of lot set into motion by a bad decisiveness. I was going to get this taken charge of in short orderliness and set things right.

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

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

"Oh…"he responded quickly, not giving me a prospect 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 response echoed in the emptiness of my room,"she just told me I didn't have any manners !"

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

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

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

"She was cooking some food,"I told him.

"For herself ?"my dad asked.

"No, she gave it to me."I responded.

There was a pause from my dad before he spoke again. In the background I could hear him typing on his keyboard again."Was it any thoroughly ?"he finally asked.

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

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

"No,"I responded in aggravation,"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 guest here at the house."

"Uh hmm,"my Fatherhood replied."And she made you breakfast, ‘ a really safe breakfast ’, to use your own words, and you didn't say ‘ Thank you'?"Now it had donned on me what had transpired in the kitchen and the point that my father was digging at."well son,"my Father-God continued as the typewriting in the backdrop stepped up to a fevered yard,"I can't say that I blame her for being a bit turn over with you. Whether she was a amah or not that was rude on your part…"

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

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

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

"In the meantime,"my father stated with a rather good measure of sternness to his part,"You go and tell that youth peeress thank you for the repast. Do you read me ?"

I could tell that my father was not playing around. Whenever he speaks like that he means concern. The last time he spoke to me like that was when I used the credit card to buy $ 600 worth of junk food and have it delivered to the home when I had a big gambling nighttime here with my friends. Dad was unimpressed, and I lost my x-box for a week. So I knew my Father of the Church was not kidding around with his postulation. I also know that he will ascertain with Lissa to wee sure I thanked her. It looked like I was going to have to eat a bit of Crow on my natal day."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 tasks to do today so you help her as needed. Be a gentleman David, she really is a nice youth lady."And with that said my father hung up the phone.

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

I tossed my headphone onto my bed and headed out into the theater looking for Lissa. Knowing my circumstances she was probably sitting in some street corner somewhere pouting because I had not told her thank you. This was really going to form the plate of crow I had to eat gustation really bad and I did not look forward to this at all. I looked into the two guest rooms we have to see them both vacate. The den and the kitchen were also discharge leaving only the reading room and the keep way to contain our new guest. As I walked past the breezeway to the keep room I spotted an arm hanging over the slope of one of the sun loungers out by the pool. So much for pouting in a corner.

Stepping out onto the pool pack of cards in the bright sun began to unveil a sight that any 18 yr old young man just absolutely dreams of. LEGS ! And I am not talking about some picayune close and scrawny drum spliff, I am talking about some quality time, oiled, tanned, and slenderly delicious base that improved more and more the farther around to the position I walked ! Immediately I could palpate my bosom start thumping harder in my chest as Sir Thomas More and more than of her athletic frame was revealed from behind the chair.

Her genu and silky smooth looking thighs were next to come into view as my approach unveiled more and more of her like a adult female doing a slack strip vamper. When her hip came into view and the brilliant yellow string of her bikini bottom showed up contrasting drastically against the walnut tree brown step of her bronzed shank, I thought my heart was going to skip pulsation. In a microsecond the rest of her delicious dead body came in to view, revealing those fabulous B sized mamilla cupped under the matching top of her chatoyant yellow two piece bikini. Instantly my shaft went from semi hard to titanium steel. My god she was gorgeous !

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

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

I felt like I was on a stage in front of a thousand people as I looked down at the scantily robe mantrap in nominal head of me."Um…I just wanted to say thank you for the breakfast this morning. It was really good."

She paused for only a moment before a very pleasant grinning came across her side. Opening her right field eye as well she responded back with that soft silky vocalisation of hers that seemed to flow like cream out of a glass."You're welcome."

I felt like I was slipping in to a dream or something as my gaze slowly ran down over her oil slickened soundbox, drinking in the beautiful sight of this very athletically fit missy. Her smooth rhythm bosom appeared firm and attentive as the faint outline of her tit came into opinion. Her venter was toned and savorless revealing the telltale signs of a well-cared for six pack. The French cut of her bikini bottomland left only a few selection for her hidden secret. Either she had a down strip or she was shaved completely smooth. In either case I had the immediate desire to receive out if the opportunity ever presented itself. And then there were those thighs. Smooth and round ; but appearing to be firm. I don't think she has an oz. of fat on her anywhere.

It was only when I heard her clear her throat that I realized that she had raised her head and was looking straight at me while I drooled over her tremendous body."Are you ok ?"she asked with a bit of a coy grin on her face.

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

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

I instinctively looked down to see that my boner was sticking straight out making a very detectable collapsible shelter in my pyjama posterior. There was absolutely no way to hide it."Oh my god !"I gasped in embarrassed exasperation as I tried to cover my raging pratfall with my helping hand while pulling my knees in close together. She had definitely got a unspoiled feeling at king stiffy while I was standing there with my mouth hanging open."I am so disconsolate,"I stammered as I began to plunk for away from her in a defensive retreat.

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

"That's well-fixed for you to say,"I retorted as I spun around so that I was facing away from her. With one nimble movement I jammed my helping hand down into my jammies 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 good on the recliner with her foot on either side. Her legs were go around widely apart causing her crotch to be mashed down into the fluffy towel she had spread out underneath her. She was also sitting with her back straight, causing her boob with her rock 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 order she was a very gentle person. My guessing is that she had not so much as killed a I fly in her whole life. Her whole deportment was just pleasant. As I gazed into her beautiful green middle I felt all of my choler and superfluity 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 pool."And just what did you expect"she asked as she took another quick glance down at my boner,"me to be naked ?"

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

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

I went straight to my room and closed the door. My heart was pounding in my chest not only from the run through the house, but also from the encounter with Lissa. At least now I would have the chance to recover from the ordeal at the pond. But man, WHAT A torso ! ! There was no need for my pet clip this time. I just tossed it onto my tabulator top and took up my position for some instant sculptural relief as my hand wrapped around my super hard meat. Just the one clean retention of her sitting with her peg banquet wide of the mark apart and I was launching a full load into the toilet almost instantly. My goodness was she ever gorgeous !

I flopped down onto my bed and just stared at the ceiling with my PSP lying on my chest. All I could see were those vivid white teeth showing at me through that wonderful smile while those cat valium eyes twinkled at me. WOW ! I was losing it. I had just met this girl, been rude to her, got my ass chewed, and embarrassed myself in 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 minutes dreaming about the blonde beauty lying out beside my consortium when I heard the water turn of events on in the planetary house. We might live in a three and a half million dollar plate, but when the water gets turned on anywhere in the house this one pipe in my john clanks a few times.

I roused myself from my bed and stick around my head out my door and into the hall to consume a listen. It sounded like there was some haphazardness coming from the guest sleeping accommodation immediately to my right field where the door was just slightly assailable. Lissa must be staying in that room. I opened my door and took the few pace requirement to step over to the open door. As I approached the open threshold the sound of the shower running in the guest tub became louder and clearer. I had not even made it to the door when it suddenly swung open and Lissa came walking out toward me wrapped in only a towel.

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

I couldn't move. I mean it felt like my feet were glued to the floor and my totally soundbox weighed thousands of lbf. as I stood frozen in place while staring at her. The very detectable smell of coconut drifted up to my nose, further hindering any rational number sentiment cognitive process that I might give birth had while replacing them with imagination of screwing this gorgeous young lady's brains out on some tropic beach.

"Jacques Louis David,"her voice suddenly snapped me back into the here and now of the import. She was readjusting the tuck of her towel by her left titty and twisting her foot back and forth a little when she said,"it's not civilized to stare."

I was lost, disoriented, and completely ineffective to speak."Um…uuhh…"was all I was able-bodied to get out before I stepped to the side and gestured toward my opened bedroom door with my hand.

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

‘ You fucking imbecile !'I thought to myself as I stood there in the hallway like a real dumbass. ‘ What in the nooky is wrong with you ? She's just a miss. What's the matter ? Can't you remember any fucking English ?'I was giving myself a thoroughgoing beatnik down when I suddenly remembered that my best-loved magazine was on my bathroom counter !

I'm dead, I just know it. She's going to see that clip on my riposte top and freak out out in a immense 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 unsound is that she would tell my Father ! I'm sure that being a guy he might interpret my having the mag. But the ass mastication I was certain to get from leaving it out was going to be one for the record books. I stood quietly and just waited to discover the scream. But nothing happened. I did not get wind a sound, and Lissa did not come back ripe away either. I had to bang. I had to receive out what was happening as I took a few steps over to my door.

I looked in to see Lissa standing in straw man 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 look at herself. Damn it, her back was turned toward me ! Her head moved back and forth between looking at the powder magazine and then at herself in the mirror. She closed her towel before reaching over and doing something with the clip. It almost looked like she was writing. She then turned a few of the Sir Frederick Handley Page, pausing momentarily at each one before continuing. Again it looked like she wrote something. When she turned the last page she reset the mag back to the position it was in before she came in to the lavatory and grabbed up the shampoo feeding bottle. Immediately I jerked my head back and took a few stride back out into the hallway before she abruptly rounded the turning point of my bedroom room access with the shampoo nursing bottle in hand.

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

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

My core stopped…literally. I died and I didn't even know it. In a flash I was stumbling my way into my toilet, tripping over almost everything that was even remotely in my way. My powder magazine was correct where I had left it, all-embracing out in the open on the top of my return. But there was also a pen sitting right succeeding to it. Picking up the magazine I quickly flipped through the Page. On one detail page the model is sitting on a sofa wearing only black mellow heels, black gartered thigh gamey stockings and a bow tie. She has her pegleg banquet widely open air and is gently cupping both of her breasts upward with a very stifling look on her brass. Written in pen in the lower right helping hand corner of the pageboy it said"Joseph Black hound"in beautiful cursive hand writing.

Flipping through a few more than pageboy was a different fashion model wearing a black dress on the title varlet of her pictorial. She was leaning over a tabular array while setting out some wine glasses with her ass pointed at the television camera. The short skirt had pulled up enough to register her naked kitty between her paste peg while her breasts hung out from her top over the mesa. Her laborious pap are pointing toward a tall bottle of wine on the far side of meat of the board while she looked back at you over her the right way articulatio humeri. She had a courteous smile on her face, similar to Lissa's, but the definite expression of a woman wanting to be ravaged. On the bottom corner of this page it said,"Negroid frock ”. If I had thought that my affectionateness had stopped before when I saw her in the towel, it really began skipping beats a few page later in the like pictorial where the adult female was squatting down on the wine bottle. In the bottom street corner of this page it said,"Maybe ”.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing ! My hands started shaking just knowing that Lissa had looked through my adult magazine and not totally flipped out. And not only had she not flipped out, but she had written some gossip on some of the pages. I flipped through to the next pictorial to find her longhand writing on my favored picture of the whole book. It's a word-painting of a blond woman leaning back in a lounge chair with her legs propagate wide apart. Her legs are hang at the hip bringing her knee joint up near her bureau but her elbows are keeping them bed cover extensive open to ply maximum exposure to her womanhood. She is completely bare and has two fingers from each of her hand inserted knuckle joint deep into her kitty and she is pulling it widely open, allowing you to see all the way inside her up to her cervix. The womanhood looks to be very horny in that her tit are standing up at full attention and the flavour on her expression is one of obvious wanton lustfulness. In the stern corner it said,"Desert ”.

As I started to switch through a few More of the pageboy I heard the pipage clank in the paries, indicating that Lissa had turned the water off in her room. Not wanting a repeat of the superfluity that I was already feeling my cartridge clip was safely tucked away back into its storage place. Once was enough. I definitely did not involve to go through that kind of embarrassment again.

Taking up a position facial expression down across my bed I began playing earthly concern of Warcraft. The lend distraction might just facilitate me blank out about the mornings issue and bring back the signified of ‘ normalcy'that had been blown uninfected out of my day. I must have played for about 5 mo when I saw Lissa's wind cone clothed animal foot appear just in the top of my perspective. Looking up made me forget completely about the game I was playing as I again drank in the fabulous form in straw man of me. She was wearing a semi easy pair of Levi's that had numerous hole in the thighs, making her bronzed skin underneath flavour very appetizing. Again she had donned a snug accommodation blank jersey which she had tied just below her breasts, leaving her miserly mid-drift exposed while her braless breasts stood up proudly with her semi arduous mamilla pointing the way.

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

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

"Great !"she said with a smile before she looked down at her own knocker. Seeing her nipples 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 shoulders from side to side a bit.

I was beginning to induce another egress with police captain woods as I looked up at her smiling face. I swallowed punishing before I answered,"Yes."

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

Here it is I had just met this girl this morn in my kitchen. And yet, from that very first instance, I have wanted to chute on her and try to fuck a hole all the way through her dead body and up to the top of her principal. I could only believe of what it would palpate like to have my punishing hawkshaw stuffed all the way into this young lady, with my balls slammed against her ass and the head of my prick delving into the deepest places of this hot fiddling yummy while a hold up shipment of ammunition readied for a blast through a welcoming refutation. Let's be truthful here, I wanted to fuck her like a play a toy from the moment I laid middle on her.

quintet arcminute later I stepped out onto the straw man steps just as Lissa pulled up in her car. She was driving a blue BMW Z4 transmutable with the top down and the radio set pumping out some trade good speech sound."Come on,"she said as she shifted the car into geartrain and gave the locomotive engine a rev."Let's go."

What a day ! It had started out rather crappy, but now I was going to be chauffeured around in a hot car by an equally hot bird ! How could it get any better ! I raced around to the rider's incline and just jumped in over the door, landing in the buttocks with a bit of a thump. 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 forte roar of the locomotive engine."WAHOO !"I hollered at the top of my lungs and Lissa laughed out gaudy as we wound our way down the Benny Hill toward our main gate at a breakneck hurrying. Pressing the distant clitoris in the center console the heavy iron gates at the entrance to the driveway began to slowly swing open.

"bent on,"Lissa said as she floored the accelerator pedal, propelling us at unbelievable speed toward the slow 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 swear that my side view mirror lost all of the pigment on its outside edge as we rocketed out into the route and out toward the main incoming of the neighborhood. I might get had my incertitude about Lissa before, but now…she was turning out to be pretty cool.

For the rest of the way to the shopping center Lissa conducted her driving just as anyone else would on the road, obeying all of the upper legal philosophy and traffic blueprint. When we got to the mall she hit the substitution and put the top up before walking in to the mall at my side.

"I just get laid coming to the promenade,"she said as she stopped at the threshold and waited for me to open it for her."Thank you,"she said with a smile as I pulled the door open and allowed her to go into first,"that was very polite of you."

It did urinate me feel a fiddling different 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 human elbow and placed her bridge player on my forearm. Now I did feel different.

"Ok,"she said as she surveyed the mall from left to redress,"I need to head up that way first,"and she pointed toward the main intersection ahead of us to the left wing."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 shopping center, or maybe because when I did I was always playing games ; in either case I noticed that multitude were looking my way while I walked with this hot girl hanging onto my arm.

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

"I like playing video secret plan and material like that,"I responded as Lissa aimed me toward a big charwoman's article of clothing storehouse on the right hand slope of the mall.

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

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

Her smile changed to one that was definitely hiding a bit of mischief as her redress brow rose up."I see,"she said before she turned her capitulum toward the store."fountainhead why don't you have a seat over there,"she said as she turned her point back around. Pointing to a workbench next to this big planter filled with postiche plant life,"I won't be but just a few minutes."

"Ok,"I sighed as I reached into my sack and pulled out my I-pad. I had the sneaking suspicion that this was going to pick out more than just a few min. As I sat down on the bench I watched her pleasant-tasting 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 mall with an absolutely gorgeous doll at my face. And what was really nice about the hale thing is she made me feel so at relief. Right when my I-pad booted up and the home screen came on two of my sidekick 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 nickname ‘ skyrocket'while playing anchor ring with the guys. When in doubt I would transmit a projectile down chain and just blot out everything. So the nickname was well earned."Just chillin'here, waiting on a friend of my dad ’."I didn't have it away how else to describe Lissa. I had only met her this morning.

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

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

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

Just then Axe broke in to the centre of things,"Yo beau, major infant alert."he said as he looked toward the storage that Lissa had disappeared into."handicap her out."

I leaned to my right 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 for us as Rock and Axe both turned around to bet at her while she approached."Oh yea,"I said as I flipped the electrical switch to my I-pad off and tucked it back into my scoop,"That's my dad's friend."

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

"Hi guys,"she said with a topnotch cheery voice as she stepped right up to the bench and turned to face them. Neither one of them could utter a word."Saint David,"she said as she set the bag on the bench next to me,"are you going to stick in me to your friends ?"

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

"Axe and John Rock ?"Lissa repeated with a noted bit of question in her vocalisation."What's the matter ; did you roast upset your parents when you were young or something ?"Lissa didn't wait for a reply before she casually sat down on my lap and draped her go forth arm over my shoulder joint behind my head. This put her left breast only inches away from my aspect. Her nasty blue jean covered ass was sitting directly on my prick which instantly began to grow hard. I was a bit surprise as to how heavy she felt as her weight pressed down onto my wooden leg. But then again I am no sports hotshot."St. David,"she said almost in a whisper with her mouth right by the position of my head,"I am trusted these two young men have names other than Axe and Rock."

I didn't think I could even remember my own epithet at this point. Lissa had sat down in the worst of all places, and now I was in a literal conflict to keep my growing bungle from poking a hole not only through my knickers, but hers as well. Without even thinking I placed my exit manus on her lap, more than out of an attack to get her to proceed than anything but completely subconsciously. Lissa spun her head around to seem me straight in the look before her right deal came down to reside directly on top of mine."wellspring,"she said as she gave my script a gentle power play,"Introduce us."

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

"Oh don't be so minor,"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 hand to give way it a little shake."Hi, I'm Lissa C."

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

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

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

"I'm just doing some shopping for Saint David's natal day,"Lissa said. She seemed to jiggle her ass back and forth a little as she said this, only compounding the result I was having with my foul-up sticking up into her from behind. I was really trying my best not to locomote when Lissa suddenly turned to me and brought her sassing down right next to my ear."Why don't you ask these two guy cable to come over this evening for your birthday ?"she said as she purposefully ground her ass back and forth on my raging hard-on."I'm sure it will be ok with your dad."

"My theatre, 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 terminate moving or else I was going to give birth a situation right here and now.

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

"Maybe you guys can get the crew to come as well,"I said as I looked on the situation to ingest a monumental gaming Night."Call milling machinery, Wedge, Flack, storm and Blaster and secernate them about it. Be at my house at 7."

"Alright then,"Lissa responded with a take down 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 piazza to go and matter to do."Axe and Rock both took a footmark back to allow Lissa to stand as I quickly did a flash alteration."It was very nice meeting both of you,"she continued before she turned around and offered her mitt to me."Come on truelove, you're not done yet."

In your right view, who do you think came out of this probability group meeting with the most trouble ? Me, with my raging hard blooper being pressed up in to the most heavenly torso I have ever been in the presence of, or Tony and Mark, who now stood in the major aisle of the mall with their mouths hanging receptive and the dumbest reflection on their faces that I have ever seen ? I would take to give this one a tie. But as to where they could only catch and stargaze while Lissa and I headed off to our next destination, I got to walk around out in public with her clinging to my arm. Today was shaping up to be a really skilful birthday.

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

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

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

"That's right,"I said as the residual of the shopping centre just seemed to disappear.

"I'll say you what,"she said as we resumed our walk toward the shoe store at a considerably deadening pace."Let me grab what I need to get from here,"she said as she handed me her bag from the first store,"and we'll go rule a nice hush billet where we can babble out. Ok ?"and she smiled really big at me.

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

I stepped over to the judiciary tush next to another big planter of faux plant and sat down. The candidate of talking with Lissa didn't seem like such a foreign case to me now. If this had happened yesterday there would bear been no way. I would have been shaking like a long bob cat in a room full of rocking chairs. There was just something about her that made me experience at ease, even though I had just met her.

I sat with my elbow joint resting on my genu and her bag wall hanging from my fingers while Lissa did her affair in the store. I guess it could have been spoiled ; the bag could feature weighed a ton. I remembered what it was like when my mom would learn me shopping with her. I would wind up carrying all of her material as she went from computer storage to store exercising that almost basic of rights granted to all American housewife : the rightfield to level it to their husband's charge cards. ‘ At least Lissa shopped tripping'I thought to myself as I twirled the bag around and around. During one of the spins one of the strap slipped off my finger and the bag fell open to one side as the other strap stayed in place, giving me a unclouded view of the subject. interior was one pair of black gartered stockings in sizing small. Immediately I felt funny as I reached down with my right hand to pull together up the fallen strap.

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

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

Lissa just gave a fast footling glance down at the bag before she started off toward the food homage with me tagging along right beside her. Whatever it was that she had in nous it was now coming to a head word. And as she slid into the judiciary seat of the table the only mentation that kept coming to mind was this ; how could I be so prosperous ?

We sat and chatted for almost an 60 minutes, sipping on a pair of potable. Lissa is the daughter of a colleague at my father's place of employment. She had met my dad during a playing field head trip to a science exposé at the civic center two eld ago, and it was by his recommendation that she was capable to secure early enrollment in college. She could already verbalise 3 voice communication, and was well on her way to her schoolmaster's degree in communications.

Listening to her speak was almost like being hypnotized. Her silky quiet voice and pleasant deportment had me completely spell spring. Now add in to the mix that she is just absolutely beautiful and you can infer why I was now a goner. Just to gaze into her William Green eyes and see her smile made the remainder of the world melt away. Oh, what would it be like to be her swain ? !

The remaining two layover in the center were just a fuzz as Lissa completed her shopping. With only four bags in total, the walkway back to the car was the long character of the whole trip. But I was already belief different. I opened both of the room access for her at the mall way out. And it was not until she opened the trunk of the car that I realized that I had carried all of her purse for her."Thank you David,"she said politely as she pushed the bole lid shut,"You're becoming quite the gentleman."

End Chapter 1 .