Caroline, the Seductive Exchange Student Next Door:
Episode 2: Departure
ONE MONTH LATER
Down below, the bass from hip-hop music shook the room. I sat on Dallas's plush carpet and fumbled with some weed. I jammed it in the rolling paper, some of it sprinkled-out on the coffee table.
"Shit," I complained, trying to shove herb back into the paper.
I looked around. His bedroom was huge. A giant king-size bed sat in the middle of the room between two wooden end tables. He had a large Sony TV resting in a big oak entertainment center, and killer stereo that was lined with CD's.
Lisa, an old friend, jumped off the bed. She slid her black, leather purse onto the coffee table and sat down next to me. She turned behind us and pushed the power button on the stereo and some loud dreamy breakbeats filled the room. A ghostly, melodic piano danced with an erie string-part over a slow building drum and bass beat -it sounded like LTJ Bukem.
"Oops!" she said, turning the volume down.
Her fingers moved about the EQ, Lisa tweaked it nice. The bass felt nice, vibrating underneath me. She turned back towards me. She shook her head slightly in-time with the rhythm; her auburn hair tickled my arm. Lisa smiled and looked at me. I glanced at her. I had to admit, she had the most amazing green eyes. She wore a plaid black and green mini-skirt with a bright red blouse that opened in the front. A black bra peeked out underneath Lisa's blouse that held her gigantic breasts. Black, knee-high socks ran along her voluptuous legs. Lisa's shiny, black leather pumps sat next to the bed. The joint crumbled between my fingers. She wasn't tall either, maybe just over five feet. Sometimes, Lisa reminded me of Emma Watson, only thicker.
People shouted down below, I could tell they were playing beer-pong. She smirked at me.
"Here," she said, looking down at the joint, then, reaching over.
"Gimme."
Me and Lisa dated our Junior year before that, we were best friends. She dumped me for Steven Thompson, an asshole football player. He dumped her a week later. Lisa wanted to be a Cheerleader, but we both knew it didn't fit her. She quit mid-season. She tried to fit in with the preps and jocks but they...well, they toyed with her first. Then, when they were done with her, they got rid of her. Either way, Lisa and I never
really
worked out everything between us. Which, pretty much put us on non-speaking terms this entire school year. Regardless of our break-up, her mom and dad were still best friends with my parents. In fact, they all vacationed in New York to watch the Ball drop, just like they did every year. It seemed like both our parents expected Lisa and me to get married one day. And I guess was pretty happy with that notion-until I met Caroline.
Lisa shooed me away, I sighed and slid away. She got on her knees and took my place and rolled a joint better than Snoop-Dogg. She licked the joint.
"Here," she said, holding the joint straight-up in the air.
Some freckles spotted her face, she had a baby face but the rest of her was pure woman.
"Thanks," I said, picking up the lighter.
Caroline used to call it "the fire."
I frowned.
I flicked the lighter and lit the joint. I coughed.
"Pretty cool New Year's party," Lisa said.
I agreed.
The music slowed down and then drifted through some melodic waves of heavy keyboards and a woman singing about her lover leaving, it was beautiful.
I was still a little pissed at Lisa but then again really wanted everything to "be cool" between us.
"Hey, Jamie..." she began, taking a puff.
"Can I tell you something?"
She tilted her head; I sat there looking at her.
"Yeah," I said.
She looked down.
"I am really sorry about...well, you know," she said, handing the joint back to me.
I took a hit.
"No sweat, Lisa," I said, being honest.
I missed our friendship, too.
I blew the smoke out into the air.
Suddenly, I thought of all the hot summers playing together on Pine Street, running around the neighborhood, water-balloon fights, and Bar-B-Q's. In fact, Lisa was also my first "sleepover." We were both nine years old and both our parents thought it was cute. But, as Lisa grew into a young lady, I noticed her boobs getting bigger -and Lisa, she started to look at me differently, too. I caught her watching me from time-to-time. Lisa was also my first kiss which was weird because she felt like a close cousin or something.
But then again, sometime later, right when we both turned sixteen, we made love to each other. It was our first time -for both of us. And, it didn't feel weird at all. We just seemed to "fit". I guess you could say I fell pretty hard for Lisa back then.
But after Steven, something told me inside that she obviously didn't feel the same way about me. I felt a stab of pain in my stomach. Just thinking about Lisa and Steven kissing, and then, all that other stuff...
Lisa slid closer to me and leaned on me. I could feel her warm shoulder on mine. I put the joint on the end of the table. It was almost out anyway. Suddenly, Lisa was pulling on my shirt. I looked over and she kissed me. I pulled away at first, but her warm lips reminded me of being so close to her for all those years.
I pulled back.
"Sorry, Lisa, but Caroline..." I said, thinking of Caroline and her brown-eyes looking at me.
Lisa paused, she looked hurt.
"She's not coming back," Lisa said plainly.
I didn't want to believe it, but she was probably right. Last week, Caroline stopped returning my calls. I walked over to Caroline's. Missy lead me inside and said that Caroline had to leave on account of a "family emergency". Missy wouldn't tell me more than that or even how to get in touch with her. I felt dark inside; I went home and stayed in my room for the rest of Christmas break -until today.
"Maybe," I said, thinking about leaving the party.
Lisa wasn't giving up, she turned towards me, sitting "indian-style" with her sheer, black panties on, I could easily see the impression of her pussy. She grabbed my hand and kissed it.
"I
know
you, Jamie, please...don't go," Lisa said, her green eyes searching me.
I didn't say anything. Lisa rubbed my leg and I felt myself get excited. I was taken aback but Lisa put her finger on my lips, winked and then smiled. I couldn't believe she could wink like that. She stood-up and walked over to the door and locked it with a click. She turned and walked back over to me. Lisa slid next to me and kissed me again. I felt her hand move up my leg, she grabbed my growing bulge.
"Don't worry," Lisa said, "I'll do everything..."
She unbuttoned her blouse, and pulled her bra down. Her huge double-d breasts came into view, they were pushed up from the bottom of her bra. Lisa's nipples were so pink and erect; she moved my hand to them -I massaged them- moving my hands all over them; they were soft and I squeezed her nipples with my fingers.
"Oh, yes," Lisa said, unbuttoning my jeans.
She unzipped me quickly and reached inside.
"Up," she said, instructing me to get on my knees.
I obeyed.
Lisa slid my down my boxers and jeans with one motion. My cock sprang out and Lisa eagerly slid her mouth over my throbbing cock.
"Ohhh," I said, watching her swallow me.
"I missed tasting you," Lisa said, looking up at me and slapping my thick member against her soft cheek.
She sucked my head and cupped my balls, while I reached down and put my hand on her breasts -rubbing them up and down.
"Yes," Lisa moaned, "rub me."
I bent down and massaged her pussy through her silky panties. Lisa opened her legs and I pushed her panties aside to reveal a tiny patch of neatly-trimmed hair right above her clit.
I rubbed her patch then moved down gently across her clit.
She said, "mmm" and then I slid my finger into her.
"Oh," Lisa purred.
She licked me eagerly. Her tongue shot out and flicked my tip as I pulled my wet finger out of her. I quickly slid it back inside her, pushing deeper in this time.
Lisa moaned deep.
I looked down at her going up and down on my cock.
"Let's get on the bed," I said.
Lisa smiled and then pulled my cock out of her mouth.
"Ok," she said.
I helped her stand. She walked to the foot of the bed, holding my hand and turned towards me. Lisa pulled up her skirt and pulled her panties down. She laid on her back, looking at me.
I leaned over her and pulled her legs back then kissed her pussy; she shuddered.
"Mmmm," Lisa cooed, as my tongue entered her, making her wet.
Lisa tasted wonderful and her musky scent filled my mouth. Finally, I stood-up and slightly spread her legs apart as she watched me rub the tip of my cock against her pink lips and clit.
"Oh..." Lisa begged, "feels so good."
I shook my head "yes".
My cock entered her slowly and she flinched as I slid deeper into her.
Lisa's warm pussy covered my cock.
"Yes..." Lisa said, closing her eyes.
I pulled out of Lisa's pussy and then slowly slid back inside her.
