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



So, I'm a techno eccentric. But in this day and age who isn't right ? I guess you could yell me a slave to the cyber/techno age in that I am always doing something with some kind of electronic device. From my hand held I-Pad to my latest generation X-Box I have it all. And I am always playing something which explains my lack 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 Saint David and I am 18 days old. I was the poster child for your techno geek beau monde if there ever was one. I'm 6 foot 1 with straight dark-brown hair's-breadth that I like to keep a trivial bit foresighted and I have mystifying grim eyes. I might be what you would say is a little skinny but it is not something that I really business myself with. As long as my thumb work, who cares ?

My dad and I live alone in this big planetary house in a gated residential area. Mom left us a few eld ago saying that she needed something more than what dad had to offer, so she ran off with her physical fitness trainer and is now out in CA. Dad is an executive with a huge electronics company that makes all of the nice electronic device that I love so much. That is why I have the latest generation device almost a year before they hit the receptive food market. X-Box, manoeuvre place, even all the way back to the times of the old Saga organisation I have always had the Modern and best gameing arrangement that were available. My friends love the fact that they get to see all of the new tech a long time before it hits the streets. I just like the peace and quiet I have sitting in the house by myself. I love getting to playact annulus or some other game without all of the break that seem to pop up.

You could say that I had it made in the shade. All the games I could ever desire along with the high speed cyberspace for multi-player secret plan, and a big home with my own rooms to mess around in and a fully stocked fridge. But my estimate 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.

Birthdays are supposed to be a grand day. You're supposed to wake up in the morning and find your home doting over you and wishing you well while your breakfast is being made and the delectable odour draw you out of your restful sleep. At least…that's what I have been telling myself for the last few twelvemonth. I woke to the familiar sights and sounds of my elbow room and an empty-bellied house. But what should I have expected ? It was already 9:30 in the morning and the sun was already shining brightly outside. Dad was gone to solve, and with mom having been gone for more than two yr now, it was up to me to fend for myself. But I really wasn't surprised. Almost all of my 24-hour interval started this way, so why should my birthday be any different ?

The floor was a little cold as my unsheathed feet came to rest on the Italian marble, but the function head trip to the can was necessary to first pull one out so I could then pee. I had my favorite magazine in the mo draftsman of the bathroom dresser so my imagination did not have to forge too unvoiced. A few flips of the page and a minute or two of some fasting stroking and I was launching my load into the toilet. It was relief, but not satisfying. I longed for a actual lady friend, or at least a girl with a somewhat casual posture about sex. In either case it was not very probable to chance. My world usually rested in the palms of my hands. The universe of internet gaming.

I grabbed up my PSP and headed for the kitchen. I liked playing Earth of Warcraft as I walk through the mansion. It kind of made me think that I was walking through the virtual world of a castle and I was doing the fighting. So in passing through the business firm there could give birth been an elephant standing in the keep elbow room and I probably would not accept seen it. But my nozzle still worked, and as I approached the kitchen a strange smell caught my aid. FOOD ! ! And it smelled YUMMY ! I rounded the box from the foyer and stepped into the kitchen only to have my jaw drop to the story. Standing in front line of the stove, with her book binding to me, was this immature blonde girl with the most arrant ass that any guy could ever go for for. She was wearing a Andrew Dickson White T-shirt, an forestage and blue denim short circuit that looked like they had been painted on her slim but athletic looking legs. Her slender waist accentuated the smooth roundness of her rose hip and shoulder joint making her looking at to be proportioned perfectly. She was cooking something on the stove and humming something very quietly as I stood there staring at her appealing barefooted phase. When my PSP slipped out of my hand and fell to the floor she quickly spun around. My gosh, the front looked even just than the back !

The first thing I noticed were those bright green eyes on the shortened side I had ever seen. I am guessing that she was either 18 or 19 twelvemonth old and about 5 feet 5 inches tall. Her typeface was Nice and round but it definitely reflected that she was lean and trim. Her lip was a small little, but it quickly turned to the prissy smile as she spun around and saw me. And then there were those small round breasts hiding under her apron. I could not tell how big they were but they definitely appeared to be very firm. Instantly I could feel captain Wood start out to resist at attention.

"Good sunrise 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 sonant silkiness of her voice.

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

holy place shit is she gorgeous ! My inwardness instantly began pounding at a million miles per 60 minutes as I looked at her in mental rejection. I was having a really hard time even speaking due to the absolute peach that was standing only a few metrical unit away from me. She was the living creation of my ultimate fantasy girl with her blonde tomentum pulled back into one big ponytail, green centre, slim acrobatic public figure and a interpreter that seemed to shake off right out of the heavens. Talk about a birthday !

She spun back around and gave me a flying look up and down before her gaze stopped at my facial expression."I'll bet you're wondering what I'm doing here."she said with a slight bit of a ruffle to her supercilium as her go forth hand come up to repose 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 stay here for a while,"she responded as she scooped the ball and bacon out of the frying pan and set them on a plate.

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

She looked at me sideways with a bit of a riotous look on her face before she responded."Gee,"she scoffed as she set out a fork next to the collection plate,"not practically in the way of manners,"she said in just a barely hearable tone.

What the shag was she talking about ! This was my sign of the zodiac ! I went from mesmerized to pissed off in an exigent. Just who in the Hell does she think she is ? ! She glanced over at me for an New York minute before she turned to get a glass from the closet. I could not narrate if she saw that she had really pissed me off because she just kept at her task until a glass of Orange succus 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 stove to start cleaning up,"Eat before your food gets cold."

I was flabbergasted ! I didn't sleep together how to react to this woman who was in my kitchen. Without even thinking I stepped over and sat down on the bar stool. The aroma coming up from my plate smelled heavenly. Two ball over easy with 4 funnies of Francis Bacon that appeared to be cooked to perfection, with toast and orange juice. I looked up just in time to see her looking at me with a big grinning before she quickly turned her drumhead and continued her scavenge 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 center to course out over the perfectly cooked whites.

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

The delicious olfaction coming up from my denture was starting to get to me in a big way, making my abdomen 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 testicle and shoveled it into my mouth. It was fantastic, cooked exactly how I like them. I tore into the rest of the food for thought with an almost reckless wantonness, shoveling, chewing and swallowing all at the same clip. In just a subject of s I was sopping up the rest of the egg yolks with my pledge when I heard her speak again.

"It's a good thing you weren't very athirst,"she said as she reached across the counter and picked up my virtually spotless photographic plate,"I was afraid I was going to feature another bag 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 a lot ebullience. She certainly had a pleasant way about her, even though she was a alien. And hoot, could she ever cook ! I set my glass down which she picked up immediately before turning toward the swallow hole."And to answer your question I am here as a guest of your father."she responded while scrubbing the plateful and then glass in the sink.

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

When she spun around the gracious grinning was not on her expression, having been replaced by a rather serious but still insouciant looking at."No, I am not a maid,"she answered as she reached behind her waist and untied the apron."I am just a home guest."As she pulled the apron off those beautiful breast came into full view, standing out proudly from her chest with just the slightest breath of her nipple standing out under the bloodless cotton of her T-shirt."Your father was nice enough to let me stay here for a while,"she continued as she folded up the apron before setting it neatly on the counter."At least he has some fashion,"she said as she turned and walked out of the kitchen. As she got to the border of the corner, just before she stepped out of sight, she said the end infuriating thing that morning,"and by the way…you're welcome for breakfast."

WHAT ! ! ! I was pissed, I mean really fucking pissed ! Just who in the fuck did this little daughter think she was ! This was MY goddamn house and this was my fucking kitchen ! To induce this petty prissy tell me that I didn't have any piece of tail way when she was clearly in the wrongfulness was unbelievable !

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

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

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

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

I was really going to give my dad an ear total, I thought to myself while I waited for him to pick up the phone. The fact that some unknown fille had just insulted me in my own theater was unbelievable. Add to it that she was only a guest and the whole thing just reeked of a bad set of circumstances set into motion by a bad decision. I was going to get this taken care of in short order of magnitude and set things right.

"St. David,"my dad's vocalism suddenly sounded out as the elevator medicine abruptly stopped."What's the problem ?"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 opportunity 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 browned off response echoed in the vacuum of my way,"she just told me I didn't have any fashion !"

"Really ?"my dad responded. I could hear him pounding away on his keyboard in the backcloth as he spoke to me."And what happened to make her say this ?"he asked as his end of the speech sound 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 for thought,"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 backdrop I could pick up him typing on his keyboard again."Was it any good ?"he finally asked.

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

"I see,"my father answered as the typewriting in the backcloth 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 untune."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 founder replied."And she made you breakfast, ‘ a really full 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 pointedness that my father was digging at."Well son,"my father continued as the typewriting 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 maid or not that was rude on your part…"

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

"But you are rightfield,"he continued as the typing in the background came to another abrupt check,"she should not suffer said that out flash. I will have a countersign 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 father stated with a rather good amount of sternness to his phonation,"You go and tell that youthful lady 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. The hold out sentence he spoke to me like that was when I used the credit plug-in to buy $ 600 Charles Frederick Worth of junk food and have it delivered to the mansion when I had a big play Night here with my protagonist. Dad was unimpressed, and I lost my x-box for a week. So I knew my forefather was not kidding around with his request. I also know that he will check with Lissa to take a shit sure enough I thanked her. It looked like I was going to have to eat a bit of crow on my birthday."Yes sir."I responded.

"trade good man,"my dad answered with an air of confidence in his spokesperson."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 Pres Young lady."And with that said my father hung up the phone.

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

I tossed my telephone set onto my bed and headed out into the house looking for Lissa. Knowing my hazard she was probably sitting in some turning point somewhere pouting because I had not told her thank you. This was really going to make the plateful of bragging I had to eat taste really bad and I did not look forward to this at all. I looked into the two guest rooms we have to find oneself them both empty. The den and the kitchen were also empty leaving only the reading way and the living elbow room to bear our new guest. As I walked past the breezeway to the aliveness room I spotted an arm hanging over the side of one of the sun loungers out by the puddle. So a good deal for pouting in a corner.

Stepping out onto the pool deck of cards in the bright sun began to unveil a sight that any 18 year old youthful man just absolutely dreams of. stage ! And I am not talking about some footling skinny and scraggy drumfish spliff, I am talking about some select time, oiled, tanned, and slenderly delicious stem turn that improved Thomas More and more the farther around to the side I walked ! Immediately I could feel my heart take off thumping harder in my chest of drawers as more and Thomas More of her gymnastic sort was revealed from behind the chair.

Her stifle and silky smooth looking thighs were following to total into view as my approach unveiled more and More of her like a char doing a slow up strip annoyer. When her hip came into eyeshot and the bright xanthous drawing string of her bikini bottom showed up contrasting drastically against the walnut tree brown tone of her tanned waistline, I thought my heart was going to skip pulsation. In a microsecond the respite of her delicious body came in to view, revealing those fabulous B sized bosom cupped under the matching top of her iridescent yellow two piece bikini. Instantly my gumshoe went from semifinal hard to titanium sword. My god she was gorgeous !

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

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

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

She paused for only a moment before a very pleasant smile came across her boldness. Opening her right eye as well she responded back with that diffused silky voice of hers that seemed to fall like cream out of a glass."You're welcome."

I felt like I was slipping in to a ambition or something as my gaze slowly ran down over her oil slickened eubstance, drinking in the beautiful pile of this very athletically fit girl. Her liquid round of drinks breasts appeared firm and attentive as the faint outline of her nipples came into survey. Her stomach was toned and compressed revealing the telling signs of a well-cared for six pack. The French cut of her bikini bottoms left only a few options for her hidden arcanum. Either she had a landing strip or she was shaved completely smooth. In either case I had the immediate desire to find out if the opportunity ever presented itself. And then there were those second joint. Smooth and round ; but appearing to be firmly. I don't think she has an ounce of fat on her anywhere.

It was only when I heard her clear her throat that I realized that she had raised her heading and was looking straight at me while I drooled over her fantastic 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 optic back up to look at her case again. She was smiling pretty big now and her eyes cut down toward my waist once before her smile got even bigger and her mammilla stood up really hard.

"I'll say,"she stated before she looked back up into my eyes 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 noticeable tent in my pajama butt. There was absolutely no way to veil it."Oh my god !"I gasped in embarrassed aggravation as I tried to cover my raging fuckup with my bridge player while pulling my knees in close together. She had definitely got a good look at king stiffy while I was standing there with my mouth hanging open."I am so pitiful,"I stammered as I began to back up away from her in a defensive retreat.

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

"That's easy for you to say,"I retorted as I spun around so that I was facing away from her. With one quick move I jammed my hand down into my jammies bottoms and straightened out the ‘ spot'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 feet on either slope. Her legs were facing pages wide apart causing her private parts to be mashed down into the fluffy towel she had spread out underneath her. She was also sitting with her back straight, causing her bosom with her rock tough mammilla to put up out notably.

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

The way about her was so pleasant and so kind. I could tell she was a very gentle person. My supposition is that she had not so a lot as killed a undivided fly in her whole life. Her whole behaviour was just pleasant. As I gazed into her beautiful cat valium middle I felt all of my anger and embarrassment fade away."It's ok,"I was finally able-bodied to say."I just didn't expect to chance you out here in a bikini."

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

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

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

I went straight to my elbow room and closed the door. My bosom was pounding in my chest of drawers not only from the run through the home, but also from the clash with Lissa. At to the lowest degree now I would have the fortune to recover from the trial by ordeal at the puddle. But man, WHAT A BODY ! ! There was no indigence for my favorite cartridge holder this prison term. I just tossed it onto my retort top and took up my location for some split second relief as my handwriting wrapped around my exceedingly operose pith. Just the one clear memory of her sitting with her legs spread across-the-board apart and I was launching a full cargo 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 prevarication on my breast. All I could see were those hopeful white dentition showing at me through that tremendous grinning while those green 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 social movement of her with a King Kong stiffy and now I was day dreaming about her. What was the matter with me ? ! I lay there for almost 20 hour dreaming about the blonde beauty lying out beside my pond when I heard the water twist on in the house. We might inhabit in a three and a half million dollar habitation, but when the piddle gets turned on anywhere in the theater this one pipe in my lav clanks a few times.

I roused myself from my bed and get my head out my threshold and into the mansion house to hold a listen. It sounded like there was some randomness coming from the Edgar Albert Guest chamber immediately to my right where the room access was just slightly give. Lissa must be staying in that room. I opened my threshold and took the few footprint necessary to step over to the open doorway. As I approached the open doorway the auditory sensation of the exhibitioner running in the Edgar Guest bath became louder and clearer. I had not even made it to the door when it suddenly swung exposed and Lissa came walking out toward me wrapped in only a towel.

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

I couldn't move. I mean it felt like my understructure were glued to the floor and my whole body weighed thousands of Ezra Loomis Pound as I stood frozen in place while staring at her. The very noticeable smell of cocoa palm drifted up to my nose, further hindering any noetic view process that I might sustain had while replacing them with imaginativeness of screwing this gorgeous female child's brains out on some tropical beach.

"David,"her articulation suddenly snapped me back into the here and now of the moment. She was readjusting the tuck of her towel by her unexpended chest and twisting her infantry back and forth a footling when she said,"it's not polite to stare."

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

She gave a quick tone to her left before her heart came back up to get together mine. With a little smile she said"Thanks,"before scooting off through my open door in her bare feet.

‘ You fucking half-wit !'I thought to myself as I stood there in the hallway like a rattling bonehead. ‘ What in the fuck is wrong with you ? She's just a girl. What's the thing ? Can't you remember any fucking English ?'I was giving myself a thorough metre down when I suddenly remembered that my pet magazine was on my john counter !

I'm dead, I just know it. She's going to see that clip on my counter top and gross 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 worse is that she would secern my don ! I'm sure that being a guy he might sympathise my having the magazine. But the ass chew I was sure to get from leaving it out was going to be one for the record Bible. I stood quietly and just waited to hear the screech. But nothing happened. I did not hear a sound, and Lissa did not come back right away either. I had to know. I had to discover out what was happening as I took a few pace over to my door.

I looked in to see Lissa standing in front of my parry in my toilet with the magazine clear to one of the Thomas Nelson Page. 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 brain 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 magazine. It almost looked like she was writing. She then turned a few of the varlet, pausing momentarily at each one before continuing. Again it looked like she wrote something. When she turned the last page she reset the powder store back to the side it was in before she came in to the toilet and grabbed up the shampoo bottleful. Immediately I jerked my head back and took a few tone back out into the hallway before she abruptly rounded the corner of my sleeping room 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 road to her own elbow room. When she reached her door she stopped and turned sideways."You know,"she said as she casually turned her oral sex to the right hand and looked at me over her flop shoulder."I'll bet that after today…you won't need it anymore."She then smiled very provocatively at me before taking one step to melt through her doorway.

My heart stopped…literally. I died and I didn't even know it. In a flash lamp I was stumbling my way into my bathroom, tripping over almost everything that was even remotely in my way. My cartridge clip was right field where I had left it, wide-eyed out in the overt on the top of my heel counter. But there was also a pen sitting right succeeding to it. Picking up the clip I quickly flipped through the varlet. On one particular page the modelling is sitting on a sofa wearing only ignominious high heel, Joseph Black gartered thigh eminent stockings and a bow tie. She has her stage facing pages wide capable and is gently cupping both of her bosom upward with a very sulfurous look on her face. Written in pen in the lower berth right hired man recess of the page it said"Black Heels"in beautiful longhand hand writing.

Flipping through a few Thomas More pages was a different manakin wearing a black apparel on the title page of her pictorial. She was leaning over a board while setting out some wine-coloured glasses with her ass pointed at the camera. The scant skirt had pulled up enough to show her raw snatch between her spread head legs while her breasts hung out from her top over the board. Her hard nipples are pointing toward a tall bottle of wine on the far side of the table while she looked back at you over her right articulatio humeri. She had a nice smile on her font, exchangeable to Lissa's, but the definite look of a cleaning woman wanting to be ravaged. On the rear end corner of this page it said,"Black person Dress ”. If I had thought that my heart and soul had stopped before when I saw her in the towel, it really began skipping beats a few varlet later in the Lapplander pictorial where the woman was squatting down on the wine-coloured bottle. In the freighter corner of this page it said,"Maybe ”.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing ! My bridge player started shaking just knowing that Lissa had looked through my adult cartridge holder and not totally flipped out. And not only had she not flipped out, but she had written some comments on some of the Sir Frederick Handley Page. I flipped through to the next pictorial to observe her longhand writing on my favorite photograph of the whole book. It's a picture of a blond woman leaning back in a lounge president with her legs facing pages wide apart. Her leg are bent at the hip bringing her knee up near her chest but her articulatio cubiti are keeping them spread across-the-board assailable to offer maximum exposure to her muliebrity. She is completely naked and has two fingers from each of her custody inserted knuckle deep into her snatch and she is pulling it wide open, allowing you to see all the way inside her up to her neck. The woman looks to be very ruttish in that her nipples are standing up at full attention and the flavour on her face is one of obvious wanton lust. In the fanny niche it said,"Desert ”.

As I started to flip through a few Thomas More of the pages I heard the pipe clash in the rampart, indicating that Lissa had turned the piddle off in her room. Not wanting a repetition of the overplus that I was already feeling my magazine was safely tucked away back into its computer storage position. Once was enough. I definitely did not need to go through that form of embarrassment again.

Taking up a position nerve down across my bed I began playing creation of Warcraft. The summate misdirection might just help me forget about the break of day events and bring in back the good sense of ‘ normalcy'that had been blown uninfected out of my day. I must have played for about 5 minutes when I saw Lissa's sock clad feet appear just in the top of my sentiment. Looking up made me forget completely about the game I was playing as I again drank in the mythologic grade in front of me. She was wearing a rig idle pair of Matthew's that had legion trap in the thigh, making her bronze skin underneath spirit very appetizing. Again she had donned a snug fitting Patrick White T-shirt which she had tied just below her boob, leaving her tight mid-drift exposed while her braless tit stood up proudly with her semi hard teat pointing the way.

"Hey,"she said as she stepped right up to my bed before stopping."I have to go to the mall for a bit and peck up a few matter at the computer storage. Do you bear in mind going with me ?"

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

"Great !"she said with a smile before she looked down at her own tit. Seeing her pap standing up she rolled her arm in together toward her social movement, 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 bear another proceeds with captain Ellen Price Wood as I looked up at her smiling human face. I swallowed intemperately before I answered,"Yes."

"Thanks,"she said with a grinning before she spun around and started toward my doorway. Her foresighted blonde hair came to rest 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 morning time in my kitchen. And yet, from that very kickoff case, I have wanted to jumpstart on her and try to eff a trap all the way through her eubstance and up to the top of her head. I could only think of what it would find like to have my concentrated prick stuffed all the way into this missy, with my formal slammed against her ass and the head of my peter delving into the thick post of this hot little yummy while a live load of ammunition readied for a blast through a welcoming defense. Let's be truthful here, I wanted to have it away her like a play a toy from the moment I laid middle on her.

quint moment later I stepped out onto the front steps just as Lissa pulled up in her car. She was driving a blue BMW Z4 convertible security with the top down and the radio pumping out some trade good sounds."seminal fluid on,"she said as she shifted the car into gear and gave the locomotive engine a rev."Let's go."

What a day ! It had started out rather stinking, but now I was going to be chauffeured around in a hot car by an equally hot skirt ! How could it get any better ! I raced around to the passenger's position and just jumped in over the door, landing in the seat with a bit of a clunk. 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 house with squealing tires and the flashy holloa of the railway locomotive."wahoo !"I hollered at the top of my lungs and Lissa laughed out tawdry as we wound our way down the hill toward our briny gate at a breakneck speed. Pressing the outback button in the midpoint console the heavy smoothing iron Bill Gates at the entrance to the driveway began to slowly swing open.

"bent on,"Lissa said as she floored the particle accelerator, propelling us at incredible speeding toward the tiresome 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 hr. I would swear that my position view mirror lost all of the pigment on its extraneous bound as we rocketed out into the road and out toward the main entrance of the neighborhood. I might have had my question about Lissa before, but now…she was turning out to be pretty cool.

For the relief of the way to the mall Lissa conducted her driving just as anyone else would on the road, obeying all of the speed laws and dealings patterns. When we got to the mall she hit the switch and put the top up before walking in to the center at my side.

"I just bang coming to the mall,"she said as she stopped at the door and waited for me to unfold it for her."Thank you,"she said with a smile as I pulled the door open and allowed her to enter first,"that was very polite of you."

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

"Ok,"she said as she surveyed the promenade from left to right,"I need to maneuver up that way first,"and she pointed toward the principal 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 masses around us. Maybe it was because I usually didn't go to the promenade, or maybe because when I did I was always playing plot ; in either shell I noticed that people were looking my way while I walked with this hot girl hanging onto my arm.

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

"I like playing TV games and material like that,"I responded as Lissa aimed me toward a big women's article of clothing store on the right hand side of the mall.

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

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

Her smile changed to one that was definitely hiding a bit of shenanigan as her right brow rose up."I see,"she said before she turned her head toward the store."fountainhead why don't you have a keister over there,"she said as she turned her header back around. Pointing to a bench next to this big plantation owner filled with fake plants,"I won't be but just a few minutes."

"Ok,"I sighed as I reached into my pocket and pulled out my I-pad. I had the sneaking suspicion that this was going to take more than just a few minutes. As I sat down on the bench I watched her delicious ass disappear into the store while my I-pad booted up. I guess I really shouldn't complain. It's not every day that I get to go to the center with an absolutely gorgeous chick at my side. And what was really nice about the whole thing is she made me feel so at ease. Right when my I-pad booted up and the 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 moniker ‘ rocket'while playing Halo with the Guy. When in doubt I would send a rocket down range and just obliterate everything. So the moniker was well earned."Just chillin'here, waiting on a supporter of my dad ’."I didn't cognize how else to describe Lissa. I had only met her this morning.

"Bummer clotheshorse,"my friend Tony replied ( a.k.a. Axe )."It's a shame you got ta expend your birthday doing damn for your old man."

"Ya,"chimed in sign ( a.k.a. John Rock )"I'd be grindin'on some major eats and blastin'away at home 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 beau, major babe alert."he said as he looked toward the shop that Lissa had disappeared into."cheque her out."

I leaned to my right hand to see Lissa emerging from the computer storage carrying a small bag in her left hand hand. She was sporting that terrific grinning and heading straight for us as Rock and Axe both turned around to face at her while she approached."Oh yea,"I said as I flipped the switch to my I-pad off and tucked it back into my pocket,"That's my dad's friend."

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

"Hi guy rope,"she said with a exceedingly cheery voice as she stepped right up to the bench and turned to face them. Neither one of them could utter a word of honor."David,"she said as she set the bag on the judiciary next to me,"are you going to introduce me to your acquaintance ?"

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

"Axe and Rock ?"Lissa repeated with a mark bit of inquiry in her voice."What's the matter ; did you roast trouble your parents when you were young or something ?"Lissa didn't wait for a reply before she casually sat down on my lap and draped her left arm over my shoulder behind my head. This put her left breast only inches away from my face. Her mingy jean covered ass was sitting directly on my dick which instantly began to maturate hard. I was a bit surprised as to how large she felt as her weight pressed down onto my pegleg. But then again I am no sports star."David,"she said almost in a whisper with her back talk right by the side of my forefront,"I am sure these two untested men have public figure other than Axe and Rock."

I didn't think I could even remember my own gens at this point. Lissa had sat down in the worst of all places, and now I was in a real struggle to keep my growing boner from poking a hole not only through my trouser, but hers as well. Without even thinking I placed my unexpended hand on her lap, More out of an attack to get her to move than anything but completely subconsciously. Lissa spun her foreland around to reckon me straight in the expression before her rightfulness deal came down to rest directly on top of mine."fountainhead,"she said as she gave my hand a gentle squeeze,"Introduce us."

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

"Oh don't be so low,"Lissa quickly interjected as she reached out with her hand extended toward Tony."I'm David's friend too,"she said as she gently grasp his deal to sacrifice it a petty 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 Lapp result. When she did, however, she brought her left arm from around my neck and leaned forward. The different slant caused her weight to reposition, resulting in her puss grinding down against my now raging blooper.

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

"I'm just doing some shopping for Jacques Louis David's natal day,"Lissa said. She seemed to jiggle her ass back and forth a little as she said this, only compounding the proceeds I was having with my boner sticking up into her from behind. I was really trying my best not to be active when Lissa suddenly turned to me and brought her mouth down right adjacent to my ear."Why don't you ask these two guys to fall over this evening for your birthday ?"she said as she purposefully ground her ass back and forth on my raging erection."I'm sure it will be ok with your dad."

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

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

"Maybe you guys can get the crew to occur as well,"I said as I looked on the situation to get a monolithic gaming night."Call Grinder, submarine sandwich, Flack, Storm and Blaster and recount them about it. Be at my house at 7."

"Alright then,"Lissa responded with a noted bit of enthusiasm in her voice."So if you guys will excuse us,"she continued as she stood up from my lap,"we have some more office to go and thing to do."Axe and rock-and-roll both took a step back to allow Lissa to put up as I quickly did a blink of an eye adaption."It was very nice meeting both of you,"she continued before she turned around and offered her handwriting to me."Come on sweetie, you're not done yet."

In your best judgement, who do you retrieve came out of this chance meeting with the most difficulty ? Me, with my raging laborious fuckup being pressed up in to the most heavenly body I have ever been in the bearing of, or Tony and Mark, who now stood in the major aisle of the mall with their mouths hanging loose and the dumbest aspect on their faces that I have ever seen ? I would hold to give this one a tie. But as to where they could only watch and dream while Lissa and I headed off to our side by side destination, I got to walk around out in world with her clinging to my arm. Today was shaping up to be a really good birthday.

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

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

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

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

"I'll say you what,"she said as we resumed our manner of walking toward the shoe store at a considerably tedious footstep."Let me grab what I need to get from here,"she said as she handed me her bag from the first memory board,"and we'll go find a nice quietly place where we can verbalise. 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 snappy pace.

I stepped over to the workbench tail end next to another big plantation owner of bastard plants and sat down. The scene of talking with Lissa didn't seem like such a foreign effect to me now. If this had happened yesterday there would consume been no way. I would ingest been shaking like a long dock cat in a way full moon of rocking death chair. There was just something about her that made me feel at ease, even though I had just met her.

I sat with my articulatio cubiti resting on my knees and her bag suspension from my finger's breadth while Lissa did her affair in the shop. I guess it could have been worse ; the bag could have weighed a ton. I remembered what it was like when my mom would occupy me shopping with her. I would wind up carrying all of her stuff as she went from depot to salt away exercising that well-nigh basic of right granted to all American homemaker : the right to bill it to their husband's charge bill of fare. ‘ At least Lissa shopped lighter'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 open to one side as the other shoulder strap stayed in topographic point, giving me a net view of the capacity. Inside was one brace of black gartered stockings in size small. Immediately I felt mirthful as I reached down with my ripe paw to forgather up the fallen strap.

"Are you ready ?"I heard from above, causing me to quickly upgrade my mind to see Lissa approaching with a bag containing two box seat of shoes.

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

Lissa just gave a speedy short glance down at the bag before she started off toward the food court with me tagging along right beside her. Whatever it was that she had in mind it was now coming to a head. And as she slid into the bench seat of the board the only thought that kept coming to mind was this ; how could I be so favourable ?

We sat and chatted for almost an hour, sipping on a pair of drinks. Lissa is the girl of a fellow worker at my father's space of employment. She had met my dad during a study trip to a science exposé at the civic center two years ago, and it was by his recommendation that she was able to stop up early registration in college. She could already speak 3 languages, and was well on her way to her passkey's level in communications.

Listening to her speak was almost like being hypnotized. Her silky smooth voice and pleasant demeanor had me completely spell bound. Now add in to the mix that she is just absolutely beautiful and you can understand why I was now a toast. Just to stare into her common optic and see her smile made the rest of the human race melt away. Oh, what would it be like to be her young man ? !

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

End Chapter 1 .