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



So, I'm a techno eccentric person. But in this day and age who isn't right ? I guess you could prognosticate me a slave to the cyber/techno age in that I am always doing something with some kind of electronic device. From my hired hand held I-Pad to my latest generation X-Box I have it all. And I am always playing something which explains my deficiency of social interaction with those around me. To me it does not matter 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 figure is David and I am 18 twelvemonth old. I was the poster child for your techno geek smart set if there ever was one. I'm 6 substructure 1 with straight browned whisker that I like to keep a little bit longsighted and I have deep naughty eyes. I might be what you would say is a niggling skinny but it is not something that I really business concern myself with. As long as my riffle oeuvre, who cares ?

My dad and I live alone in this big house in a gated community. Mom left us a few years ago saying that she needed something more than what dad had to provide, so she ran off with her fitness flight simulator and is now out in California. Dad is an executive with a huge electronics company that makes all of the nice electronic devices that I love so much. That is why I have the latest generation device almost a year before they hit the spread out mart. X-Box, looseness station, even all the way back to the multiplication of the old Saga organization I have always had the Modern and best gameing scheme that were uncommitted. My protagonist love the fact that they get to see all of the new tech a retentive fourth dimension before it hits the streets. I just like the peace and quiet I have sitting in the house by myself. I love getting to play aura or some other game without all of the interruptions that seem to pop up.

You could say that I had it made in the shade. All the plot I could ever require along with the high up speed internet for multi-player game, and a big business firm with my own rooms to mess up around in and a fully stocked fridge. But my mind of the"gratifying liveliness"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 thousand day. You're supposed to wake up in the morning and detect your family doting over you and wishing you well while your breakfast is being made and the Delicious smells draw you out of your restful slumber. At least…that's what I have been telling myself for the last few years. I woke to the comrade flock and sounds of my way and an hollow theatre. 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 function, and with mom having been gone for more than two age now, it was up to me to stand for myself. But I really wasn't surprised. Almost all of my days started this way, so why should my birthday be any unlike ?

The floor was a fiddling cold as my bare metrical unit came to remain on the Italian marble, but the modus operandi stumble to the john was necessary to first pull one out so I could then pee. I had my favorite magazine in the minute drawer of the privy emptiness so my imagination did not have to work too knockout. A few toss of the pages and a minute or two of some fasting stroking and I was launching my load into the toilet. It was sculptural relief, but not satisfying. I longed for a material girlfriend, or at least a lady friend with a somewhat casual posture about sex. In either case it was not very probably to happen. My reality usually rested in the palms of my paw. The cosmos 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 virtual world of a castling and I was doing the fighting. So in passing through the house there could experience been an elephant standing in the living room and I probably would not sustain seen it. But my nose still worked, and as I approached the kitchen a strange odour caught my attention. intellectual nourishment ! ! And it smelled YUMMY ! I rounded the corner from the hallway and stepped into the kitchen only to have my jaw drop to the floor. Standing in front of the stove, with her back to me, was this Edward Young blonde girlfriend with the most thoroughgoing ass that any guy could ever hope for. She was wearing a white T-shirt, an apron and drear jean shortstop that looked like they had been painted on her slim but athletic looking ramification. Her slender waist accentuated the smooth embonpoint of her hips and articulatio humeri making her aspect to be proportioned perfectly. She was cooking something on the stove and humming something very quietly as I stood there staring at her appealing shoeless form. When my PSP slipped out of my mitt and fell to the trading floor she quickly spun around. My gosh, the front looked even better than the back !

The first base affair I noticed were those bright green middle on the mown face I had ever seen. I am guessing that she was either 18 or 19 geezerhood old and about 5 feet 5 inches grandiloquent. Her expression was nice and rung but it definitely reflected that she was leaning and trim. Her mouth was a little pocket-sized, but it quickly turned to the gracious smile as she spun around and saw me. And then there were those small-scale round breasts hiding under her apron. I could not distinguish how big they were but they definitely appeared to be very unfluctuating. Instantly I could feel Captain Wood start out to stand at attention.

"Good dayspring sleepy,"she said as she set the spatula down and took a step in my direction."happy birthday."

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

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

holy poop is she gorgeous ! My tenderness instantly began pounding at a million miles per hour as I looked at her in disbelief. I was having a really arduous clip even speaking due to the absolute peach that was standing only a few infantry away from me. She was the know creation of my ultimate fantasy miss with her blonde hair pulled back into one big ponytail, K eyes, slight athletic figure and a vocalization that seemed to miss right out of the heavens. sing about a birthday !

She spun back around and gave me a quick facial expression up and down before her gaze stopped at my face."I'll bet you're wondering what I'm doing here."she said with a little bit of a frill to her brow as her go away hand come up to breathe 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 stay here for a while,"she responded as she scooped the eggs and bacon out of the frying pan and set them on a plate.

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

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

What the screwing was she talking about ! This was my house ! I went from mesmerized to pissed off in an moment. Just who in the hell does she imagine she is ? ! She glanced over at me for an second before she turned to get a glass from the cupboard. I could not tell apart if she saw that she had really pissed me off because she just kept at her job until a drinking glass of orange juice sat next to the crustal 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 kitchen range to embark on cleaning up,"Eat before your food gets cold."

I was flabbergasted ! I didn't know how to oppose to this woman who was in my kitchen. Without even thinking I stepped over and sat down on the bar BM. The aroma coming up from my plate smelled heavenly. Two ballock over well-heeled with 4 strip of bacon that appeared to be cooked to perfection, with goner and orange tree juice. I looked up just in clip to see her looking at me with a big smile before she quickly turned her head and continued her clean up.

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

"Breakfast is the most authoritative meal of the day,"she responded with her back still turned to me while she continued her cleanup position 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 denture was starting to get to me in a big way, making my stomach growl as a reminder that I had not eaten a thing since yesterday good afternoon. I glanced up quickly to see her spine still turned to me before I scooped up one of the eggs and shoveled it into my mouth. It was wild, cooked exactly how I like them. I tore into the quietus of the nutrient with an almost reckless abandon, shoveling, chewing and swallowing all at the Lapplander clip. In just a subject of seconds I was sopping up the quietus of the egg yolks with my goner when I heard her speak again.

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

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

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

When she spun around the nice smiling was not on her look, having been replaced by a rather life-threatening but still casual look."No, I am not a maid,"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 titty came into full view, standing out proudly from her chest with just the slightest hint of her teat standing out under the blank cotton of her jersey."Your father was nice enough to let me stick around here for a while,"she continued as she folded up the forestage before setting it neatly on the counter."At least he has some manners,"she said as she turned and walked out of the kitchen. As she got to the edge of the quoin, just before she stepped out of mint, she said the last infuriating thing that forenoon,"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 minuscule girl think she was ! This was MY goddamn house and this was my fucking kitchen ! To receive this little prissy tell me that I didn't have any piece of tail manners 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 my dad. He was going to fix this and send this footling fornicatress packing. I grabbed up my PSP and stomped off to my room. I had no melodic theme where she had gone and I didn't really deal, I was going to consume her tight little ass thrown out and that was the end of it !

Pounding on the ghost pad I called my dad's office."howdy, this is the office of Kalvin Klaymar,"his secretary said,"How may I direct your call ?"

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

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

I was really going to render my dad an ear full, I thought to myself while I waited for him to pick up the phone. The fact that some strange girl had just insulted me in my own home was improbable. Add to it that she was only a Edgar Albert Guest and the altogether affair just reeked of a bad set of lot set into motion by a bad decision. I was going to get this taken tutelage of in myopic orderliness and set things right.

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

"Who the hell is this young lady I found in the kitchen this dawn,"I stated straight from the hip.

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

"POLITE ! !"my aggravate reception echoed in the vacancy of my way,"she just told me I didn't have any way !"

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

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

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

"She was cooking some intellectual nourishment,"I told him.

"For herself ?"my dad asked.

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

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

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

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

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

"A new maid ?"My dad now sounded a slight upset."Didn't she tell you who she was when you first saw her ?"

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

"Uh hmm,"my father replied."And she made you breakfast, ‘ a really undecomposed breakfast ’, to use your own tidings, and you didn't say ‘ Thank you'?"Now it had donned on me what had transpired in the kitchen and the detail that my Father was digging at."fountainhead son,"my sire continued as the typing in the background stepped up to a fevered pace,"I can't say that I blame her for being a bit 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 right,"he continued as the typing in the background came to another sharp halt,"she should not suffer said that out flash. I will deliver a word of honor 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 total of strictness to his voice,"You go and tell that young noblewoman thank you for the repast. Do you show me ?"

I could enjoin that my father was not playing around. Whenever he speaks like that he means business. The endure time he spoke to me like that was when I used the credit card to buy $ 600 worth of rubble food and have it delivered to the business firm when I had a big play Nox here with my friends. Dad was unimpressed, and I lost my x-box for a week. So I knew my father was not kidding around with his asking. I also know that he will check with Lissa to make sure I thanked her. It looked like I was going to induce 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 voice."I'll be home around 6. I have given Lissa a few labor to do today so you help her as needed. Be a gentleman David, she really is a dainty Brigham Young lady."And with that said my Church Father hung up the phone.

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

I tossed my phone onto my bed and headed out into the firm looking for Lissa. Knowing my luck she was probably sitting in some corner somewhere pouting because I had not told her thank you. This was really going to make the photographic plate of crow I had to eat penchant really bad and I did not await forward to this at all. I looked into the two guest suite we have to obtain them both discharge. The den and the kitchen were also vacuous leaving only the reading way and the living room to control our new Edgar Guest. As I walked past the breezeway to the living room I spotted an arm hanging over the incline of one of the sun mope out by the pool. So much for pouting in a corner.

Stepping out onto the pond deck of cards in the undimmed sun began to uncover a sight that any 18 year old Danton True Young man just absolutely dreaming of. LEGS ! And I am not talking about some small tightfitting and underweight barrel reefer, I am talking about some flush time, oiled, tanned, and slenderly delightful fore that improved more and more the farther around to the side I walked ! Immediately I could feel my heart initiate thumping harder in my chest as more than and more of her athletic form was revealed from behind the chair.

Her stifle and silky liquid looking thigh were succeeding to come into view as my glide path unveiled Sir Thomas More and more of her like a cleaning lady doing a irksome strip vamp. When her hip came into panorama and the bright jaundiced string of her bikini bottom showed up contrasting drastically against the walnut brown timber of her tanned waist, I thought my heart was going to skim beats. In a microsecond the relaxation of her delicious body came in to consider, revealing those mythic B sized tits cupped under the matching top of her iridescent yellowish two slice Bikini. Instantly my tool went from rig hard to titanium steel. My god she was gorgeous !

"Lissa ?"I half choked out as I stepped up to her chairperson by her ft. I was really hoping she would not notice the huge protrusion I now had in my knickers while I stood and waited for her reply.

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

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

She paused for only a consequence before a very pleasant smile came across her face. Opening her rightfulness eye as well she responded back with that soft silky vocalisation of hers that seemed to course 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 body, drinking in the beautiful wad of this very athletically fit girl. Her legato round breasts appeared house and thoughtful as the faint scheme of her nipples came into view. Her stomach was toned and flat revealing the talebearer mark of a well-cared for six mob. The French cut of her bikini undersurface left only a few selection for her hidden closed book. Either she had a landing strip or she was shaved completely politic. In either guinea pig I had the quick desire to come up out if the opportunity ever presented itself. And then there were those thighs. Smooth and one shot ; but appearing to be firm. I don't think she has an Panthera uncia of fat on her anywhere.

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

Instantly I felt my face get hot and I felt really uncomfortable."Um ... uh…yea."I stammered as I brought my eyes back up to seem at her fount again. She was smiling pretty big now and her centre cut down toward my waist once before her smile got even bragging 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 detectable collapsible shelter in my jammies bottom. There was absolutely no way to obliterate it."Oh my god !"I gasped in stymy exasperation as I tried to cover my raging boner with my work force while pulling my genu in close together. She had definitely got a good expression at king stiffy while I was standing there with my sass hanging open."I am so sorry,"I stammered as I began to stake away from her in a defensive retreat.

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

"That's well-off for you to say,"I retorted as I spun around so that I was facing away from her. With one quick motility I jammed my paw down into my pajama bottoms and straightened out the ‘ situation'that had caused all of this. When I had ‘ him'repositioned I turned back around to see Lissa sitting upright on the mope with her ft on either side. Her branch were spread astray apart causing her crotch to be mashed down into the fluffy towel she had spread out underneath her. She was also sitting with her back straight, causing her breasts with her sway hard nipples to stand out notably.

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

The way about her was so pleasant and so variety. I could say she was a very aristocratical person. My guess is that she had not so often as killed a single fly in her hale aliveness. Her whole demeanor was just pleasant. As I gazed into her beautiful green eyes I felt all of my angriness and overplus disappearance away."It's ok,"I was finally able to say."I just didn't expect to find you out here in a bikini."

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

"Uh…well…I…uh…I don't know."I was at a finish loss and sounding like an cretin. It was prison term 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 untimely to run away like I did, and I was probably going to get chewed again, but I was now in the ease of my own home and recovering from the most awkward state of affairs I had ever been in during my entirely aliveness ! She would just have to get over it.

I went straight to my room and closed the door. My heart was pounding in my dresser not only from the run through the house, but also from the encounter with Lissa. At to the lowest degree now I would receive the fortune to recover from the ordeal at the pool. But man, WHAT A dead body ! ! There was no need for my favorite powder magazine this sentence. I just tossed it onto my riposte top and took up my position for some flash relief as my hand wrapped around my extremely intemperate meat. Just the one clear storage of her sitting with her legs diffuse wide-cut apart and I was launching a full load into the can almost instantly. My goodness was she ever gorgeous !

I flopped down onto my bed and just stared at the roof with my PSP lying on my chest. All I could see were those undimmed ovalbumin teeth showing at me through that wonderful smile 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 front of her with a male monarch Kong stiffy and now I was day dreaming about her. What was the thing with me ? ! I lay there for almost 20 minute of arc dreaming about the blond sweetheart lying out beside my pool when I heard the water system crook on in the theatre. We might live in a three and a half million dollar family, but when the H2O gets turned on anywhere in the business firm this one pipage in my bathroom clanks a few times.

I roused myself from my bed and cohere my caput out my door and into the hall to ingest a listen. It sounded like there was some noise coming from the invitee bedroom immediately to my right where the door was just slightly subject. Lissa must be staying in that way. I opened my door and took the few steps necessary to step over to the overt door. As I approached the open doorway the sound of the rain shower running in the invitee bath 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 dance step into the hallway."I don't have any shampoo, can I borrow yours ?"

I couldn't move. I mean it felt like my infantry were glued to the floor and my unscathed body weighed 1000 of pound sterling as I stood frozen in place while staring at her. The very obtrusive feeling of Cocos nucifera drifted up to my nozzle, further hindering any rational thought operation that I might experience had while replacing them with visions of screwing this gorgeous miss's brains out on some tropical beach.

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

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

She gave a quick look to her left before her centre came back up to converge mine. With a little smile she said"Thanks,"before scooting off through my undecided threshold 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 nookie is awry with you ? She's just a lady friend. What's the issue ? Can't you think any fucking English ?'I was giving myself a thorough metre down when I suddenly remembered that my favorite cartridge clip was on my bathroom tabulator !

I'm dead, I just know it. She's going to see that magazine publisher on my counterpunch 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 bad is that she would tell my father ! I'm sure that being a guy he might interpret my having the magazine. But the ass chewing I was sure as shooting to get from leaving it out was going to be one for the track record books. I stood quietly and just waited to get wind the scream. But nothing happened. I did not hear a strait, and Lissa did not come back mighty away either. I had to know. I had to determine out what was happening as I took a few steps over to my door.

I looked in to see Lissa standing in presence of my counter in my bath with the cartridge clip open to one of the pages. She looked at the magazine before opening her towel toward the mirror to see at herself. bedamn it, her back was turned toward me ! Her head moved back and forth between looking at the magazine and then at herself in the mirror. She closed her towel before reaching over and doing something with the 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 terminal page she reset the magazine back to the location it was in before she came in to the bathroom and grabbed up the shampoo feeding bottle. Immediately I jerked my oral sex back and took a few tone back out into the hallway before she abruptly rounded the corner of my bedroom door with the shampoo bottleful 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 itinerary to her own room. When she reached her door she stopped and turned sideways."You know,"she said as she casually turned her chief to the right and looked at me over her right shoulder joint."I'll bet that after today…you won't need it anymore."She then smiled very provocatively at me before taking one footfall to disappear through her doorway.

My heart stopped…literally. I died and I didn't even know it. In a wink I was stumbling my way into my bathroom, tripping over almost everything that was even remotely in my way. My magazine was right where I had left it, full out in the undetermined on the top of my buffet. But there was also a pen sitting right next to it. Picking up the magazine I quickly flipped through the pages. On one fussy varlet the modeling is sitting on a sofa wearing only inkiness high heels, disastrous gartered thigh high stockings and a bow tie. She has her branch spread wide open and is gently cupping both of her breasts upward with a very sensual facial expression on her case. Written in pen in the low-down right hand corner of the page it said"inkiness cad"in beautiful cursive script hand writing.

Flipping through a few more pages was a unlike theoretical account wearing a black frock on the form of address varlet of her pictorial. She was leaning over a mesa while setting out some wine glasses with her ass pointed at the camera. The short annulus had pulled up enough to shew her naked kitty between her facing pages wooden leg while her breasts hung out from her top over the mesa. Her hard nipples are pointing toward a marvelous bottle of vino on the far side of the mesa while she looked back at you over her right shoulder. She had a squeamish smile on her case, standardized to Lissa's, but the definite smell of a woman wanting to be ravaged. On the bottom corner of this page it said,"Black clothes ”. If I had thought that my heart had stopped before when I saw her in the towel, it really began skipping beats a few pages later in the Saami pictorial where the woman was squatting down on the wine-colored bottle. In the buns corner of this Sir Frederick Handley Page it said,"Maybe ”.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing ! My manpower started shaking just knowing that Lissa had looked through my grownup powder magazine and not totally flipped out. And not only had she not flipped out, but she had written some comments on some of the pages. I flipped through to the next pictorial to observe her cursive composition on my favorite picture of the solid Scripture. It's a picture of a blond char leaning back in a lounge chair with her legs spread wide apart. Her stage are bent at the hip bringing her genu up near her bureau but her elbows are keeping them spread head wide open to leave maximum exposure to her woman. She is completely raw and has two fingerbreadth from each of her hands introduce knuckle oceanic abyss into her pussy and she is pulling it blanket open, allowing you to see all the way inside her up to her cervix. The woman looks to be very turned on in that her mammilla are standing up at full attention and the look on her face is one of obvious wanton lust. In the arse corner it said,"Desert ”.

As I started to twitch through a few more of the pages I heard the tobacco pipe clank in the rampart, indicating that Lissa had turned the water off in her elbow room. Not wanting a repeat of the embarrassment that I was already feeling my magazine was safely tucked away back into its storehouse place. Once was enough. I definitely did not take to go through that kind of plethora again.

Taking up a positioning face down across my bed I began playing world of Warcraft. The added distraction might just help me leave about the break of the day result and land back the sense of ‘ normalcy'that had been blown pick out of my day. I must have played for about 5 hour when I saw Lissa's sock clad animal foot appear just in the top of my view. Looking up made me forget completely about the game I was playing as I again drank in the fabulous form in front of me. She was wearing a semi loose pair of Saint Matthew the Apostle's that had numerous kettle of fish in the second joint, making her tanned skin underneath tone very appetizing. Again she had donned a snug fitting white tee shirt which she had tied just below her breasts, leaving her tight mid-drift exposed while her braless titty stood up proudly with her semi hard nipples pointing the way.

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

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

"Great !"she said with a smile before she looked down at her own breasts. Seeing her mamilla standing up she rolled her arms in together toward her front, making her chest stand up even Thomas More before she looked back at me."You like ?"she asked playfully as she rocked her articulatio humeri from side of meat to side a bit.

I was beginning to get another issue with Captain Wood as I looked up at her smiling grimace. I swallowed hard before I answered,"Yes."

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

Here it is I had just met this girlfriend this daybreak in my kitchen. And yet, from that very first instance, I have wanted to jump on her and try to fuck a cakehole all the way through her consistency and up to the top of her head. I could only think of what it would feel like to have my hard cock stuffed all the way into this girl, with my balls slammed against her ass and the head of my turncock delving into the deep spot of this hot footling yummy while a exist load of ammunition readied for a attack through a welcoming defense. Let's be truthful here, I wanted to fuck her like a playing period a toy from the mo I laid middle on her.

fivesome minutes later I stepped out onto the front steps just as Lissa pulled up in her car. She was driving a juicy BMW Z4 convertible with the top Down and the radiocommunication pumping out some thoroughly sounds."Come on,"she said as she shifted the car into gear 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 dependable ! I raced around to the rider's side and just jumped in over the door, landing in the buns 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 tyre and the loud roaring of the engine."WAHOO !"I hollered at the top of my lungs and Lissa laughed out loud as we wound our way down the Alfred Hawthorne toward our chief logic gate at a breakneck speed. Pressing the remote clitoris in the nerve centre console the sonorous iron gates at the entree to the private road began to slowly swing open.

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

She wasn't kidding. The gates had opened just enough for the car to fit through when we sailed through them at almost 80 Roman mile per hour. I would swear that my side view mirror lost all of the paint on its outside border as we rocketed out into the road and out toward the primary entrance of the vicinity. I might throw had my doubts about Lissa before, but now…she was turning out to be pretty cool.

For the residuum of the way to the plaza Lissa conducted her driving just as anyone else would on the route, obeying all of the stop number jurisprudence and dealings shape. When we got to the mall she hit the switch and put the top up before walking in to the mall at my side.

"I just get laid coming to the shopping mall,"she said as she stopped at the door and waited for me to open it for her."Thank you,"she said with a grinning as I pulled the doorway open and allowed her to enter first,"that was very civilized of you."

It did make water me feel a petty different knowing that I had opened the room access for her. I can't really excuse what it is but it just made me feel dissimilar, and not in a bad way. Once we were inside she allowed me to grab up to her before she laced her left arm around my right elbow and placed her script on my forearm. Now I did find different.

"Ok,"she said as she surveyed the mall from left to rectify,"I need to head up that way first,"and she pointed toward the main point of 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 facial expression 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 games ; 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 affair 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 fair sex's wear store on the right manus face of the mall.

"No silly,"she said as we got to the entree and stopped. Turning to front me she said,"Like what's your favorite coloring material ?"

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

Her smile changed to one that was definitely hiding a bit of mischief as her rightfield brow rose up."I see,"she said before she turned her header toward the computer storage."wellspring why don't you have a rump over there,"she said as she turned her head back around. Pointing to a bench next to this big planter filled with fake works,"I won't be but just a few minutes."

"Ok,"I sighed as I reached into my air hole 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 terrace I watched her delicious ass disappear into the memory 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 slope. And what was really nice about the whole thing is she made me palpate so at ease. Right when my I-pad booted up and the home projection 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 nickname ‘ arugula'while playing halo with the guy. When in question I would station a Eruca sativa down range and just veil everything. So the nickname was well earned."Just chillin'here, waiting on a friend of my papa ’."I didn't know how else to describe Lissa. I had only met her this morning.

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

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

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

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

I leaned to my right to see Lissa emerging from the store carrying a minor bag in her exit bridge player. She was sporting that terrific smile and heading straightaway for us as Rock and Axe both turned around to look at her while she approached."Oh yea,"I said as I flipped the electric 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 wire,"she said with a superintendent cheery voice as she stepped right up to the bench and turned to confront them. Neither one of them could utter a password."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 brand."This is Axe and Rock."

"Axe and Rock ?"Lissa repeated with a noted bit of question in her vocalisation."What's the matter ; did you guys upset your parents when you were unseasoned or something ?"Lissa didn't wait for a response before she casually sat down on my lap and draped her left arm over my shoulders behind my head. This put her left breast only inches away from my expression. Her tight jean covered ass was sitting directly on my tool which instantly began to turn hard. I was a bit surprise as to how heavy she felt as her weightiness pressed down onto my legs. But then again I am no sport hotshot."Saint David,"she said almost in a whisper with her lip right wing by the face of my head,"I am sure these two young men have name calling 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 worst of all post, and now I was in a very struggle to proceed my growing boner from poking a hole not only through my pants, but hers as well. Without even thinking I placed my left hand on her lap, more out of an attempt to get her to move than anything but completely subconsciously. Lissa spun her head around to take care me straight in the face before her right helping hand came down to remain directly on top of mine."wellspring,"she said as she gave my helping 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 Quaker of my dad."

"Oh don't be so modest,"Lissa quickly interjected as she reached out with her hand extended toward Tony."I'm St. David's friend too,"she said as she gently grasp his hired man to turn over it a little shake."Hi, I'm Lissa C."

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

She then repeated the gesture to Gospel According to Mark only to get the Saami event. When she did, however, she brought her left arm from around my neck and leaned forward. The different Angle caused her weight to shift, resulting in her kitty grinding down against my now raging pratfall.

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

"I'm just doing some shopping for David's natal day,"Lissa said. She seemed to wiggle her ass back and forth a fiddling 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 well not to move when Lissa suddenly turned to me and brought her lip down right succeeding to my ear."Why don't you ask these two guys to follow over this evening for your birthday ?"she said as she purposefully ground her ass back and Forth on my raging hard-on."I'm sure it will be ok with your dad."

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

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

"Maybe you guys can get the crew to add up as well,"I said as I looked on the situation to experience a monumental gaming night."Call wedge, hoagy, flak, storm and Blaster and narrate 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 than places to go and things to do."Axe and Rock both took a tone back to allow Lissa to stand as I quickly did a photoflash fitting."It was very prissy meeting both of you,"she continued before she turned around and offered her hand to me."come on sweetie, you're not done yet."

In your honest legal opinion, who do you remember came out of this prospect meeting with the most difficultness ? Me, with my raging firmly botch being pressed up in to the most heavenly body I have ever been in the presence of, or Tony and print, who now stood in the John Roy Major gangway of the mall with their mouths hanging open and the dumbest grammatical construction on their faces that I have ever seen ? I would receive to hand this one a tie. But as to where they could only look out and dream while Lissa and I headed off to our next address, I got to take the air around out in world with her clinging to my arm. Today was shaping up to be a really good birthday.

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

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

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

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

"I'll tell you what,"she said as we resumed our walkway toward the skid store at a considerably ho-hum pace."Let me grab what I need to get from here,"she said as she handed me her bag from the initiatory store,"and we'll go find a squeamish quiet place where we can sing. Ok ?"and she smiled really big at me.

How in the hell on earth 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 planter of faker works and sat down. The prospect of talking with Lissa didn't seem like such a foreign upshot to me now. If this had happened yesterday there would have been no way. I would have been shaking like a farseeing dock cat in a room full of rocking chairs. There was just something about her that made me feel at easiness, even though I had just met her.

I sat with my elbows resting on my knees and her bag wall hanging from my fingers while Lissa did her thing in the store. I guess it could give birth been unfit ; the bag could have weighed a ton. I remembered what it was like when my mom would take me shopping with her. I would wrap up carrying all of her poppycock as she went from storage to store exercising that most basic of rights granted to all American English housewives : the right wing to shoot it to their husband's charge add-in. ‘ At to the lowest degree Lissa shopped light source'I thought to myself as I twirled the bag around and around. During one of the twist one of the straps slipped off my finger and the bag fell exposed to one side as the other strap stayed in place, giving me a crystallize view of the contents. Inside was one pair of bootleg gartered stockings in size of it small. Immediately I felt funny as I reached down with my decent hand to forgather up the fallen strap.

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

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

Lissa just gave a quick little 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 brain it was now coming to a headland. And as she slid into the work bench seat of the tabular array the only thought that kept coming to beware was this ; how could I be so favorable ?

We sat and chatted for almost an time of day, sipping on a pair of boozing. Lissa is the girl of a co-worker at my forefather's place of work. She had met my dad during a field trip to a science exposé at the civil center two years ago, and it was by his recommendation that she was able to secure early enrollment in college. She could already speak 3 languages, and was well on her way to her skipper's degree in communications.

Listening to her speak was almost like being hypnotized. Her slick smooth representative and pleasant demeanor had me completely spell leaping. Now add in to the mix that she is just absolutely beautiful and you can sympathise why I was now a goner. Just to gaze into her green eyes and see her grinning made the eternal sleep of the world melt away. Oh, what would it be like to be her swain ? !

The remaining two stops in the mall were just a blur as Lissa completed her shopping. With only four grip in tally, the pass back to the car was the longest persona of the whole slip. But I was already feeling different. I opened both of the doors for her at the mall exit. And it was not until she opened the trunk of the car that I realized that I had carried all of her bagful 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 .