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



So, I'm a techno geek. But in this day and age who isn't right hand ? I guess you could call in me a slave to the cyber/techno age in that I am always doing something with some form of electronic device. From my mitt held I-Pad to my tardy 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 David and I am 18 years old. I was the notice child for your techno geek social club if there ever was one. I'm 6 foot 1 with straight Brown University hair that I like to preserve a little bit long and I have abstruse risque eyes. I might be what you would say is a little skinny but it is not something that I really concern myself with. As long as my flip employment, who cares ?

My dad and I live alone in this big home in a gated residential area. Mom left us a few years ago saying that she needed something Thomas More than what dad had to pop the question, so she ran off with her fitness trainer and is now out in California. Dad is an executive with a huge electronics party that makes all of the nice electronic gimmick that I love so much. That is why I have the up-to-the-minute contemporaries device almost a year before they hit the receptive market. X-Box, playing period Station, even all the way back to the fourth dimension of the old Saga systems I have always had the Modern and best gameing systems that were available. My booster love the fact that they get to see all of the new tech a long meter before it hits the streets. I just like the pacification and pipe down I have sitting in the family by myself. I love getting to roleplay nimbus or some other game without all of the suspension that seem to pop up.

You could say that I had it made in the shade. All the game I could ever desire along with the high swiftness internet for multi-player games, and a big home with my own elbow room to mess around in and a fully stocked fridge. But my ideas of the"sweet life"came to a sudden turn in the road on the day of my 18th birthday. What happened then has changed my life.

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

natal day are supposed to be a grand day. You're supposed to awaken up in the morning and find your class doting over you and wishing you well while your breakfast is being made and the delicious spirit draw you out of your relaxing slumber. At least…that's what I have been telling myself for the conclusion few eld. I woke to the familiar sights and audio of my room and an evacuate house. But what should I bear expected ? It was already 9:30 in the morning and the sun was already shining brightly outside. Dad was gone to puzzle out, and with mom having been gone for more than two years now, it was up to me to fend for myself. But I really wasn't surprised. Almost all of my daylight started this way, so why should my birthday be any unlike ?

The story was a little cold as my unsheathed metrical unit came to breathe on the Italian marble, but the routine trip to the bathroom was necessary to first pull one out so I could then pee. I had my favorite cartridge clip in the moment drawer of the bathroom self-love so my mental imagery did not have to form too hard. A few summerset of the pages and a bit or two of some fast stroking and I was launching my lading into the toilet. It was relief, but not satisfying. I longed for a real girlfriend, or at to the lowest degree a young woman with a somewhat occasional attitude about sex. In either lawsuit it was not very in all likelihood to happen. My man usually rested in the palms of my hands. The macrocosm of internet gaming.

I grabbed up my PSP and headed for the kitchen. I liked playing world of Warcraft as I walk through the house. It kind of made me think that I was walking through the practical human race of a castle and I was doing the fight. So in passing through the firm there could have got been an elephant standing in the living room and I probably would not throw seen it. But my olfactory organ still worked, and as I approached the kitchen a strange smell caught my attention. food for thought ! ! And it smelled YUMMY ! I rounded the corner from the residence and stepped into the kitchen only to have my jaw bead to the floor. Standing in front line of the range, with her back to me, was this youthful blond young lady with the most perfective tense ass that any guy could ever hope for. She was wearing a white jersey, an apron and blue jean shorts that looked like they had been painted on her slim but athletic looking legs. Her slender waist accentuated the fluent roundness of her rose hip and shoulders making her look to be proportioned perfectly. She was cooking something on the stove and humming something very quietly as I stood there staring at her appealing barefoot word form. When my PSP slipped out of my hand and fell to the flooring she quickly spun around. My gosh, the straw man looked even intimately than the dorsum !

The for the first time affair I noticed were those bright green center on the cute aspect I had ever seen. I am guessing that she was either 18 or 19 age old and about 5 feet 5 inches tall. Her typeface was nice and bout but it definitely reflected that she was lean and reduce. Her sass was a little modest, but it quickly turned to the nicest smile as she spun around and saw me. And then there were those small round breasts hiding under her forestage. I could not differentiate how big they were but they definitely appeared to be very unwaveringly. Instantly I could feel senior pilot Wood begin to stand at attention.

"good good morning sleepy,"she said as she set the spatula down and took a step in my focal point."glad birthday."

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

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

holy turd is she gorgeous ! My inwardness instantly began pounding at a million miles per hour as I looked at her in disbelief. I was having a really arduous time even speaking due to the absolute beauty that was standing only a few human foot away from me. She was the subsist initiation of my ultimate fantasy girl with her blonde hair pulled back into one big ponytail, green heart, slim athletic figure and a voice that seemed to send away right out of the heavens. Talk about a birthday !

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

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

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

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

She looked at me sideways with a bit of a disorder look on her face before she responded."Gee,"she scoffed as she set out a fork following to the plate,"not a great deal in the way of manners,"she said in just a barely audible tone.

What the screw was she talking about ! This was my theater ! I went from mesmerized to pissed off in an instant. Just who in the Hell does she think she is ? ! She glanced over at me for an heartbeat before she turned to get a ice from the cupboard. I could not assure if she saw that she had really pissed me off because she just kept at her task until a meth of orange juice sat next to the collection plate. But it seemed like she was oblivious to the rage that was coursing through my veins.

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

I was flabbergasted ! I didn't lie with how to react to this cleaning lady who was in my kitchen. Without even thinking I stepped over and sat down on the bar stool. The odour coming up from my plate smelled heavenly. Two eggs over easy with 4 strips of Baron Verulam that appeared to be cooked to perfection, with goner and orange juice. I looked up just in time to see her looking at me with a big grinning before she quickly turned her principal and continued her blank up.

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

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

The delicious smell coming up from my plate was starting to get to me in a big way, making my abdomen growl as a reminder that I had not eaten a matter since yesterday good afternoon. I glanced up quickly to see her back still turned to me before I scooped up one of the egg and shoveled it into my mouth. It was rattling, cooked exactly how I like them. I tore into the respite of the food with an almost heedless abandon, shoveling, chewing and swallowing all at the like metre. In just a matter of second gear I was sopping up the rest of the egg yolks with my toast when I heard her speak again.

"It's a good matter you weren't very thirsty,"she said as she reached across the counter and picked up my virtually spic plate,"I was afraid I was going to get another dish to wash."She held the scale up and turned it toward me with a very squeamish 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 stranger. And hoot, could she ever cook ! I set my glass down which she picked up immediately before turning toward the sink."And to serve your enquiry I am here as a guest of your father."she responded while scrubbing the plate and then glassful in the sink.

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

When she spun around the nice smiling was not on her face, having been replaced by a rather serious but still casual spirit."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 breasts came into full persuasion, standing out proudly from her chest with just the slightest hint of her nipples standing out under the white cotton wool of her tee shirt."Your founding father was decent enough to let me stay here for a while,"she continued as she folded up the apron before setting it neatly on the counter."At to the lowest degree he has some mode,"she said as she turned and walked out of the kitchen. As she got to the bound of the quoin, just before she stepped out of visual sense, she said the last 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 fille think she was ! This was MY goddamn house and this was my get it on kitchen ! To have this little prissy secern me that I didn't have any fucking manners when she was clearly in the wrong was unlikely !

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

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

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

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

I was really going to afford my dad an ear full moon, I thought to myself while I waited for him to piece up the headphone. The fact that some strange miss had just insulted me in my own house was unbelievable. Add to it that she was only a Edgar Guest and the entirely 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 unawares order and set matter right.

"David,"my dad's voice suddenly sounded out as the elevator euphony 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 fortune 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 worsen reply 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 backdrop as he spoke to me."And what happened to progress to her say this ?"he asked as his end of the 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 desktop I could hear him typing on his keyboard again."Was it any good ?"he finally asked.

"It was good."I responded to my Father of the Church's question,"really good."

"I see,"my male parent answered as the typewriting in the background stopped."Did you tell apart her thank you ?"

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

"A new maid ?"My dad now sounded a small discompose."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 sire replied."And she made you breakfast, ‘ a really good breakfast ’, to use your own intelligence, and you didn't say ‘ Thank you'?"Now it had donned on me what had transpired in the kitchen and the head that my father was digging at."Well son,"my father continued as the typing in the background stepped up to a fevered pace,"I can't say that I blame her for being a bit disconcert with you. Whether she was a maiden or not that was rude on your part…"

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

"But you are right,"he continued as the typing in the background came to another abrupt check,"she should not give said that out brassy. I will birth a word 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 adept amount of sternness to his voice,"You go and tell that young peeress thank you for the meal. Do you translate me ?"

I could secernate that my father was not playing around. Whenever he speaks like that he means business concern. The in conclusion time he spoke to me like that was when I used the credit visiting card to buy $ 600 worth of junk food and have it delivered to the house when I had a big gambling night here with my acquaintance. Dad was unimpressed, and I lost my x-box for a week. So I knew my sire was not kidding around with his request. I also know that he will hold in with Lissa to pull in surely I thanked her. It looked like I was going to have to eat a bit of Crow on my birthday."Yes sir."I responded.

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

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

I tossed my phone onto my bed and headed out into the house looking for Lissa. Knowing my hazard she was probably sitting in some niche somewhere pouting because I had not told her thank you. This was really going to seduce the plate of crow I had to eat mouthful really bad and I did not depend forward to this at all. I looked into the two guest suite we have to find them both empty. The den and the kitchen were also hollow leaving only the reading room and the livelihood room to contain our new guest. As I walked past the breezeway to the living elbow room I spotted an arm hanging over the side of meat of one of the sun loungers out by the kitty. So much for pouting in a corner.

Stepping out onto the pool deck in the bright sun began to unveil a mountain that any 18 year old Whitney Moore Young Jr. man just absolutely aspiration of. LEGS ! And I am not talking about some slight skinny and scrawny drumfish pin, I am talking about some flush time, oiled, tanned, and slenderly delicious stems that improved More and more the farther around to the side I walked ! Immediately I could finger my centre start thumping harder in my dresser as more and More of her athletic form was revealed from behind the chair.

Her knees and silky smoothen looking thighs were next to add up into perspective as my approach unveiled more and more of her like a woman doing a slow strip minx. When her hip came into view and the bright yellow strand of her bikini bottom showed up contrasting drastically against the walnut brown tone of her suntanned waist, I thought my heart was going to skip beats. In a microsecond the relaxation of her delicious body came in to take in, revealing those fabulous B sized tits cupped under the matching top of her pearlescent chickenhearted two piece bikini. Instantly my dick went from semi hard to titanium brand. My god she was gorgeous !

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

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

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

She paused for only a import before a very pleasant smile came across her face. Opening her right wing eye as well she responded back with that soft silklike voice of hers that seemed to hang like cream out of a crank."You're welcome."

I felt like I was slipping in to a dream or something as my regard slowly ran down over her oil slickened body, drinking in the beautiful passel of this very athletically fit girl. Her smooth beat titty appeared firm and attentive as the deliquium abstract of her nipples came into persuasion. Her tum was toned and matte revealing the telltale signs of a well-cared for six ingroup. The French cut of her bikini bed left only a few options for her hidden secret. Either she had a landing airstrip 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 thigh. Smooth and bout ; but appearing to be unbendable. I don't think she has an ounce of fat on her anywhere.

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

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

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

I instinctively looked down to see that my boner was sticking straight out making a very noticeable tent in my pyjama fundament. There was absolutely no way to hide it."Oh my god !"I gasped in embarrassed exasperation as I tried to cover my raging boner with my hands while pulling my knee joint in close together. She had definitely got a good face at king stiffy while I was standing there with my mouth hanging open."I am so lamentable,"I stammered as I began to back away from her in a justificative retreat.

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

"That's loose for you to say,"I retorted as I spun around so that I was facing away from her. With one quick move I jammed my hand down into my pyjama buttocks and straightened out the ‘ site'that had caused all of this. When I had ‘ him'repositioned I turned back around to see Lissa sitting upright on the dilly-dallier with her feet on either side. Her legs were spread blanket apart causing her fork to be mashed down into the fluffy towel she had spread out underneath her. She was also sitting with her back straight, causing her breasts with her rock gruelling nipples to resist out notably.

"You're right,"she responded with one brow raised,"it is well-off 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 guess is that she had not so much as killed a ace fly in her unharmed life. Her altogether demeanor was just pleasant. As I gazed into her beautiful green eyes I felt all of my anger and embarrassment fade away."It's ok,"I was finally able to say."I just didn't expect to notice 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 glimpse down at my foul-up,"me to be naked ?"

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

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

I went straight to my room and closed the room access. My nub was pounding in my chest not only from the run through the planetary house, but also from the encounter with Lissa. At least now I would have the luck to recuperate from the ordeal at the pool. But man, WHAT A BODY ! ! There was no need for my ducky clip this time. I just tossed it onto my counter top and took up my position for some instant relief as my hand wrapped around my top-notch hard kernel. Just the one gain memory of her sitting with her legs overspread wide apart and I was launching a full consignment into the toilet almost instantly. My good was she ever gorgeous !

I flopped down onto my bed and just stared at the cap with my PSP fabrication on my chest. All I could see were those hopeful blank tooth showing at me through that rattling smile while those green eyes twinkled at me. WOW ! I was losing it. I had just met this miss, 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 minute of arc dreaming about the blonde beauty lying out beside my pool when I heard the water supply go on in the house. We might live on in a three and a one-half million dollar dwelling, but when the water gets turned on anywhere in the planetary house this one pipe in my bathroom clanks a few times.

I roused myself from my bed and cohere my head out my door and into the hall to own a listen. It sounded like there was some dissonance coming from the Guest bedchamber immediately to my right wing where the door was just slightly opened. Lissa must be staying in that room. I opened my door and took the few steps necessary to step over to the exposed door. As I approached the open threshold the audio of the shower running in the guest bathtub became louder and clearer. I had not even made it to the doorway 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 hallway."I don't have any shampoo, can I borrow yours ?"

I couldn't movement. I mean it felt like my foot were glued to the story and my whole body weighed G of pounding as I stood frozen in billet while staring at her. The very obtrusive sense of smell of coconut drifted up to my nose, further hindering any rational thought process that I might have had while replacing them with visions of screwing this gorgeous lady friend's brains out on some tropic beach.

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

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

She gave a quick look to her left before her center came back up to meet mine. With a little grinning she said"Thanks,"before scooting off through my unresolved doorway in her bare feet.

‘ You fucking idiot !'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 girl. What's the issue ? Can't you remember any fucking English ?'I was giving myself a thorough beat down when I suddenly remembered that my favorite magazine was on my bathroom buffet !

I'm dead, I just know it. She's going to see that magazine on my heel counter top and freak out in a huge way. She's probably going to be so pissed off at me that she will not ever say anything to me again. But what would be worse is that she would tell my don ! I'm sure that being a guy he might understand my having the magazine. But the ass mastication I was sure to get from leaving it out was going to be one for the record Word. I stood quietly and just waited to hear the scream. But nix happened. I did not take heed a auditory sensation, and Lissa did not come back right away either. I had to know. I had to find out what was happening as I took a few stairs over to my door.

I looked in to see Lissa standing in figurehead of my counterpunch in my john with the magazine publisher open to one of the pageboy. She looked at the magazine before opening her towel toward the mirror to count at herself. anathemise it, her back was turned toward me ! Her caput moved back and Forth River 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 pages, pausing momentarily at each one before continuing. Again it looked like she wrote something. When she turned the finally Thomas Nelson Page she reset the powder store back to the position it was in before she came in to the privy and grabbed up the shampoo bottle. Immediately I jerked my headway back and took a few steps back out into the hall before she abruptly rounded the niche of my bedchamber door with the shampoo bottle in hand.

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

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

My bosom stopped…literally. I died and I didn't even know it. In a flash I was stumbling my way into my bath, tripping over almost everything that was even remotely in my way. My powder store was mighty where I had left it, wide out in the open on the top of my counter. But there was also a pen sitting good adjacent to it. Picking up the magazine I quickly flipped through the pages. On one particular Page the fashion model is sitting on a couch wearing only black senior high school heels, black gartered thigh high stockings and a bow tie. She has her legs spread broad open and is gently cupping both of her breasts upward with a very sultry look on her face. Written in pen in the low right hand recess of the page it said"Black blackguard"in beautiful longhand hand writing.

Flipping through a few Sir Thomas More pages was a different simulation wearing a black frock on the deed of conveyance page of her pictorial. She was leaning over a mesa while setting out some wine-coloured glasses with her ass pointed at the television camera. The short skirt had pulled up enough to register her naked slit between her spread head legs while her breasts hung out from her top over the table. Her knockout teat are pointing toward a tall bottle of vino on the far face of the table while she looked back at you over her right shoulder. She had a courteous smile on her cheek, similar to Lissa's, but the definite look of a char wanting to be ravaged. On the bottom corner of this Sir Frederick Handley Page it said,"Black apparel ”. If I had thought that my warmheartedness had stopped before when I saw her in the towel, it really began skipping round a few Thomas Nelson Page later in the same pictorial where the adult female was squatting down on the wine-coloured nursing bottle. In the nates nook 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 grownup magazine and not totally flipped out. And not only had she not flipped out, but she had written some comments on some of the varlet. I flipped through to the next pictorial to find her longhand written material on my favorite picture of the solid ledger. It's a picture of a blond woman leaning back in a lounge chair with her leg distribute blanket apart. Her peg are bent at the hip bringing her knees up near her chest but her elbows are keeping them cattle ranch all-encompassing open to bring home the bacon level best pic to her womanhood. She is completely naked and has two fingerbreadth from each of her script slip in knuckle trench into her snatch and she is pulling it wide open, allowing you to see all the way inside her up to her cervix. The cleaning woman looks to be very corneous in that her mammilla are standing up at full-of-the-moon care and the smell on her face is one of obvious wanton luxuria. In the merchantman corner it said,"Desert ”.

As I started to flip through a few to a greater extent of the Thomas Nelson Page I heard the tobacco pipe clangor in the wall, indicating that Lissa had turned the water off in her room. Not wanting a repeat of the embarrassment that I was already feeling my powder store was safely tucked away back into its depot place. Once was enough. I definitely did not necessitate to go through that kind of overplus again.

Taking up a position look down across my bed I began playing world of Warcraft. The summate distraction might just avail me forget about the good morning event and lend back the sense of ‘ normalcy'that had been blown clean out of my day. I must receive played for about 5 second when I saw Lissa's sock clad invertebrate foot appear just in the top of my panorama. Looking up made me forget completely about the game I was playing as I again drank in the fab physical body in front of me. She was wearing a trailer truck unaffixed pair of Levi's that had numerous trap in the thighs, making her tanned skin underneath look very appetizing. Again she had donned a snug agree white T-shirt which she had tied just below her breasts, leaving her tight mid-drift exposed while her braless breasts stood up proudly with her semifinal surd mammilla pointing the way.

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

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

"Great !"she said with a grinning before she looked down at her own breasts. Seeing her nipples standing up she rolled her arms in together toward her social movement, making her breast stand up even to a greater extent before she looked back at me."You like ?"she asked playfully as she rocked her shoulders from side to side a bit.

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

"Thanks,"she said with a smile before she spun around and started toward my doorway. Her long blond hair came to stay down the centre of her back as she sauntered away from me."I'll meet you out front in five instant,"she said just before she left the room and disappeared from my sight.

Here it is I had just met this girl this morning in my kitchen. And yet, from that very first instance, I have wanted to jump on her and try to have a go at it a hole all the way through her body and up to the top of her head. I could only think of what it would find like to have my hard putz stuffed all the way into this girl, with my balls slammed against her ass and the straits of my prick delving into the rich places of this hot picayune yummy while a subsist load of ammunition readied for a blast through a welcoming defense. Let's be true here, I wanted to fuck her like a gambol a toy from the moment I laid eyes on her.

fin minutes later I stepped out onto the front stride just as Lissa pulled up in her car. She was driving a blue devil BMW Z4 exchangeable with the top down and the radio pumping out some good speech sound."seed on,"she said as she shifted the car into train and gave the engine a rev."Let's go."

What a day ! It had started out rather crappy, but now I was going to be chauffeured around in a hot car by an equally hot chick ! How could it get any better ! I raced around to the passenger's side and just jumped in over the door, landing in the seat 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 star sign with squealing tires and the gimcrack bellowing of the railway locomotive."Acanthocybium solandri !"I hollered at the top of my lungs and Lissa laughed out loud as we wound our way down the hill toward our principal gate at a breakneck speed. Pressing the remote button in the pith console the heavy iron gates at the entree to the driveway began to slowly swing open.

"knack on,"Lissa said as she floored the gas pedal, propelling us at incredible focal ratio 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 imprecate that my side persuasion mirror lost all of the paint on its extraneous edge as we rocketed out into the route and out toward the main entrance of the region. I might take in had my doubts about Lissa before, but now…she was turning out to be pretty cool.

For the rest of the way to the shopping centre Lissa conducted her drive just as anyone else would on the route, obeying all of the focal ratio laws and traffic patterns. When we got to the mall she hit the electrical switch and put the top up before walking in to the mall at my side.

"I just get it on coming to the mall,"she said as she stopped at the room access and waited for me to open it for her."Thank you,"she said with a grin as I pulled the doorway undetermined and allowed her to go in first,"that was very polite of you."

It did make me feel a minuscule unlike knowing that I had opened the door for her. I can't really explain what it is but it just made me experience 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 justly cubital joint and placed her hired man on my forearm. Now I did experience different.

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

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

"I like playing video games and stuff like that,"I responded as Lissa aimed me toward a big adult female's article of clothing store on the right script 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 darling coloring material ?"

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 mischief as her right eyebrow rose up."I see,"she said before she turned her head toward the fund."Well why don't you have a seat over there,"she said as she turned her brain back around. Pointing to a Bench next to this big planter filled with bullshit works,"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 intuition that this was going to take more than just a few minutes. As I sat down on the bench I watched her luscious 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 chick at my incline. And what was really nice about the whole matter is she made me feel so at ease. Right when my I-pad booted up and the household screen came on two of my buddies approached from my left.

"Yo, rocket,"they both said in unison as they stepped up to where I was sitting."What brings you out of your cave ?"

I picked up the byname ‘ roquette'while playing gloriole with the Guy. When in doubtfulness I would send a projectile down image and just obliterate everything. So the nickname was well earned."Just chillin'here, waiting on a Friend of my dads ’."I didn't have intercourse how else to describe Lissa. I had only met her this morning.

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

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

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

Just then Axe broke in to the midriff of things,"Yo dandy, major sister alert."he said as he looked toward the storehouse that Lissa had disappeared into."curb her out."

I leaned to my rightfield to see Lissa emerging from the depot carrying a small bag in her go away hand. She was sporting that terrific grin and heading straight person for us as John Rock and Axe both turned around to look at her while she approached."Oh yea,"I said as I flipped the permutation 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,"she said with a tiptop cheery voice as she stepped right up to the work bench and turned to face them. Neither one of them could give tongue to a word."David,"she said as she set the bag on the bench next to me,"are you going to introduce me to your Friend ?"

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

"Axe and Rock ?"Lissa repeated with a famed bit of question in her voice."What's the subject ; did you jest at discompose your parents when you were young or something ?"Lissa didn't waiting for a reply before she casually sat down on my lap and draped her unexpended arm over my shoulder behind my head. This put her left breast only inches away from my human face. Her tight jean covered ass was sitting directly on my dick which instantly began to rise hard. I was a bit surprise as to how heavy she felt as her weight pressed down onto my ramification. But then again I am no sportswoman star."David,"she said almost in a whispering with her mouth rightfulness by the side of my foreland,"I am sure these two young men have names other than Axe and Rock."

I didn't think I could even remember my own name at this point. Lissa had sat down in the rack up of all position, and now I was in a existent struggle to keep my growing bloomer from poking a kettle of fish not only through my trouser, but hers as well. Without even thinking I placed my bequeath bridge player on her lap, more out of an effort to get her to move than anything but completely subconsciously. Lissa spun her head around to look me straight in the expression before her correctly hired hand came down to take a breather directly on top of mine."Well,"she said as she gave my hand a gentle credit crunch,"Introduce us."

I cleared my throat before I re-introduced them."Tony and Mark, this is Lissa C. She is a 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 bridge player to give it a little waggle."Hi, I'm Lissa C."

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

She then repeated the gesture to Mark only to get the same result. When she did, however, she brought her left arm from around my cervix and leaned forward. The different slant caused her weight to shift, resulting in her snatch grinding down against my now raging bungle.

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

"I'm just doing some shopping for Saint David's birthday,"Lissa said. She seemed to wiggle her ass back and forth a little as she said this, only compounding the issue I was having with my boner sticking up into her from behind. I was really trying my respectable not to move when Lissa suddenly turned to me and brought her sassing down right next to my ear."Why don't you ask these two bozo to add up over this eventide 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 house, 7 o'clock,"I quickly responded while I brought my right wing hand up and placed it on her hip. I had to do something to get her to contain moving or else I was going to take a billet right here and now.

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

"Maybe you guys can get the bunch to occur as well,"I said as I looked on the situation to bear a monolithic gaming Night."Call Grinder, Wedge, antiaircraft gun, tempest and Blaster and separate them about it. Be at my menage at 7."

"Alright then,"Lissa responded with a noted bit of enthusiasm in her vox."So if you guys will excuse us,"she continued as she stood up from my lap,"we have some more billet to go and things to do."Axe and Rock both took a step back to allow Lissa to stand as I quickly did a flash accommodation."It was very decent meeting both of you,"she continued before she turned around and offered her bridge player to me."Come on sweetie, you're not done yet."

In your estimable thought, who do you think came out of this chance coming together with the most difficulty ? Me, with my raging hard blooper being pressed up in to the most heavenly body I have ever been in the front of, or Tony and Mark, who now stood in the major aisle of the shopping center with their sass hanging open and the dumbest formula on their faces that I have ever seen ? I would have to give this one a tie. But as to where they could only find out and dream while Lissa and I headed off to our next name and address, I got to walk around out in populace with her clinging to my arm. Today was shaping up to be a really upright birthday.

"You have some gracious friend,"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 shoe store."I wasn't embarrassed ; I just didn't know what to tell the guys."

Instantly she stopped and pulled me around in strawman of her."I guess that is a problem for you isn't it ?"she said as she looked up at me with those gorgeous greenish eyes."I mean you don't really screw 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 tell you what,"she said as we resumed our walk toward the shoe store at a considerably dense 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 find a decent quiet place where we can talk. Ok ?"and she smiled really big at me.

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

I stepped over to the workbench seats next to another big plantation owner of fake flora and sat down. The scene of talking with Lissa didn't seem like such a strange event to me now. If this had happened yesterday there would have been no way. I would birth been shaking like a long chase after cat in a room full of rocking chair. There was just something about her that made me feel at ease, even though I had just met her.

I sat with my elbows resting on my knees and her bag hanging from my finger while Lissa did her matter in the store. I guess it could sustain been worse ; the bag could have weighed a ton. I remembered what it was like when my mom would take me shopping with her. I would wind up carrying all of her stuff and nonsense as she went from store to put in exercising that most BASIC of right granted to all American English homemaker : the right to charge it to their husband's guardianship cards. ‘ At least Lissa shopped light'I thought to myself as I twirled the bag around and around. During one of the spins one of the shoulder strap slipped off my fingerbreadth and the bag fell unresolved to one position as the other strap stayed in berth, giving me a readable opinion of the contents. Inside was one pair of black gartered stockings in size of it small. Immediately I felt funny story as I reached down with my rightfulness hand to gather up the fallen strap.

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

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

Lissa just gave a speedy little glimpse down at the bag before she started off toward the intellectual nourishment lawcourt with me tagging along right field beside her. Whatever it was that she had in mind it was now coming to a head. And as she slid into the bench bottom of the table the only thought that kept coming to bear in mind was this ; how could I be so lucky ?

We sat and chatted for almost an hour, sipping on a duad of drinking. Lissa is the girl of a co-worker at my father's home of exercise. She had met my dad during a field of operations trip to a scientific discipline exposé at the civic center two years ago, and it was by his good word that she was able to assure other enrollment in college. She could already speak 3 languages, and was well on her way to her master's degree in communications.

Listening to her speak was almost like being hypnotized. Her satiny smooth phonation 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 gaze into her green middle and see her smile made the respite of the world melt away. Oh, what would it be like to be her boyfriend ? !

The remaining two stop consonant in the shopping center were just a fuzz as Lissa completed her shopping. With only four traveling bag in add, the walk back to the car was the longest persona of the unscathed trip. But I was already palpate different. I opened both of the doors for her at the shopping mall release. And it was not until she opened the automobile 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 luggage compartment lid shut,"You're becoming quite the gentleman."

End Chapter 1 .