L.I.S.S.A. C

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



So, I’m a techno geek. But in this day and age who isn’t right? I guess you could call me a slave to the cyber/techno age in that I am always doing something with some kind of electronic device. From my hand held I-Pad to my latest generation X-Box I have it all. And I am always playing something which explains my lack of social interaction with those around me. To me it does not 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 name is David and I am 18 years old. I was the poster child for your techno geek society if there ever was one. I’m 6 foot 1 with straight brown hair that I like to keep a little bit long and I have deep blue eyes. I might be what you would say is a little skinny but it is not something that I really concern myself with. As long as my thumbs work, 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 offer, so she ran off with her fitness trainer 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 open market. X-Box, Play Station, even all the way back to the times of the old Saga systems I have always had the newest and best gameing systems that were available. My friends love the fact that they get to see all of the new tech a long time before it hits the streets. I just like the peace and quiet I have sitting in the house by myself. I love getting to play HALO or some other game without all of the interruptions that seem to pop up.

You could say that I had it made in the shade. All the games I could ever want along with the high speed internet for multi-player games, and a big house with my own rooms 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.

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

The floor was a little cold as my bare feet came to rest on the Italian marble, but the routine trip to the bathroom was necessary to first pull one out so I could then pee. I had my favorite magazine in the second drawer of the bathroom vanity so my imagination did not have to work too hard. A few flips of the pages and a minute or two of some fast stroking and I was launching my load into the toilet. It was relief, but not satisfying. I longed for a real girlfriend, or at least a girl with a somewhat casual attitude about sex. In either case it was not very likely to happen. My world usually rested in the palms of my hands. The world 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 castle and I was doing the fighting. So in passing through the house there could have been an elephant standing in the living room and I probably would not have seen it. But my nose still worked, and as I approached the kitchen a strange smell caught my attention. FOOD!! And it smelled YUMMY! I rounded the corner from the hall 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 young blonde girl with the most perfect ass that any guy could ever hope for. She was wearing a white T-shirt, an apron and blue jean shorts that looked like they had been painted on her slim but athletic looking legs. Her slender waist accentuated the smooth roundness of her hips 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 form. When my PSP slipped out of my hand and fell to the floor she quickly spun around. My gosh, the front looked even better than the back!

The first thing I noticed were those bright green eyes on the cutest face I had ever seen. I am guessing that she was either 18 or 19 years old and about 5 feet 5 inches tall. Her face was nice and round but it definitely reflected that she was lean and trim. Her mouth was a little small, 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 apron. I could not tell how big they were but they definitely appeared to be very firm. Instantly I could feel Captain Wood begin to stand at attention.

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

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

“I’m Lissa C.” she said as she turned back around to give the eggs she was cooking a quick flip.

Holy shit is she gorgeous! My heart instantly began pounding at a million miles per hour as I looked at her in disbelief. I was having a really hard time even speaking due to the absolute beauty that was standing only a few feet away from me. She was the living creation of my ultimate fantasy girl with her blonde hair pulled back into one big ponytail, green eyes, slim athletic figure and a voice that seemed to drop 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 face. “I’ll bet you’re wondering what I’m doing here.” she said with a little bit of a ruffle to her brow as her left hand come up to rest 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 first bar stool.

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

What the fuck was she talking about! This was my house! 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 instant before she turned to get a glass from the cupboard. I could not tell if she saw that she had really pissed me off because she just kept at her task until a glass of orange juice sat next to the plate. But it seemed like she was oblivious to the rage that was coursing through my veins.

“Come on,” she said as she turned to the stove to start cleaning up, “Eat before your food gets cold.”

I was flabbergasted! I didn’t know how to react to this woman who was in my kitchen. Without even thinking I stepped over and sat down on the bar stool. The aroma coming up from my plate smelled heavenly. Two eggs over easy with 4 strips of bacon that appeared to be cooked to perfection, with toast and orange juice. I looked up just in time to see her looking at me with a big smile before she quickly turned her head and continued her clean up.

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

“Breakfast is the most important meal of the day,” she responded with her back still turned to me while she continued her cleanup of the kitchen. “You should never 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 stomach growl as a reminder that I had not eaten a thing since yesterday afternoon. I glanced up quickly to see her back still turned to me before I scooped up one of the eggs and shoveled it into my mouth. It was fantastic, cooked exactly how I like them. I tore into the rest of the food with an almost reckless abandon, shoveling, chewing and swallowing all at the same time. In just a matter of seconds I was sopping up the rest of the egg yolks with my toast when I heard her speak again.

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

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

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

When she spun around the nice smile was not on her face, having been replaced by a rather serious 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 breasts came into full view, standing out proudly from her chest with just the slightest hint of her nipples standing out under the white cotton of her T-shirt. “Your father was nice enough to let me stay here for a while,” she continued as she folded up the apron before setting it neatly on the counter. “At least he has some manners,” she said as she turned and walked out of the kitchen. As she got to the edge of the corner, just before she stepped out of sight, she said the 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 girl think she was! This was MY goddamn house and this was my fucking kitchen! To have this little prissy tell me that I didn’t have any fucking manners when she was clearly in the wrong was unbelievable!

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

Pounding on the touch pad I called my dad’s office. “Hello, this is the office of Kalvin Klaymar,” his secretary said, “How may I direct your call?”

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

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

I was really going to give 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 house was unbelievable. Add to it that she was only a guest and the whole thing just reeked of a bad set of circumstances set into motion by a bad decision. I was going to get this taken care of in short order and set things right.

“David,” my dad’s voice suddenly sounded out as the elevator music abruptly stopped.