Tall lover
By Plaything073
All characters are 18 or over
Lisa was a Jennifer Lawerence look-a-like and wore her hair in loose curls today with a lacy conservative top. She was hot and she knew it. This was a high-end department store, so she had to keep up appearances. She was allowed to wear leggings for which she was grateful because they showed off her apple ass to perfection, she wore a pair every day and had noticed a few guys who made it their regular routine to walk by a couple of times a day to take a look. A girl or two as well. She loved the attention and would pretend to tie her shoe, bending over to give them a real good look. She had a bustline that suited her just fine, a large B cup or small C according to the bra maker. She was a stunning girl with green eyes and a sparkling personality.
She walked out of the backroom to straighten up the sales floor when she looked up and up and up. Before her stood a 6'4" girl with jet black hair in a pixie haircut. She was wearing a UCLA volleyball tee shirt with no bra and her nipples looked so hard they could cut diamonds. She was very good looking from the tip of her toes to the top of her head despite being so tall or maybe because of it. Her height was very sexy and turned Lisa on.
To say that Lisa was taken aback was an understatement, but she managed to get a hold of herself and ask the tall athlete if she could help her.
"Oh, no thank you. I'm just browsing around looking at what the normal sized girls were wearing nowadays while I was in the store. I get my shoes at a special store for freaks like me. Oh, my name is Harper", she said as she looked over the selection of footwear. When she called herself a freak you could tell she did not mean it in a bad way. The way she carried herself exuded confidence.
"I'm Lisa", the salesgirl said back as she took in the unusually tall girl walking around in her small shoe department made for girls and women half her size.
Despite her size Lisa was tremendously attracted to Harper. They looked into each other's eyes for a moment before Lisa told her she could hang out as long as she wanted and that she wasn't that busy. Harper sat down and crossed her long legs at the ankles and seemed, for some reason, to settle in. Lisa was thrilled. As there were only a few customers looking over the Bernardo sandals, Nikes and other shoes in the compact shoe department, the two sexy girls were able to chat and get to know each other.
"So, you're a volleyball player, do you play basketball too?" Lisa asked (Harper's tee-shirt had UCLA volleyball on it).
"I'm here on a volleyball scholarship so that is my primary sport, but I like all sports, I've always been a sports freak since I was a kid, a real tom boy. Plus, I enjoyed hanging with my girlfriends. I have a lot more in common with them than any guys." Harper said with a sly smile looking straight at Lisa to gage her reaction.
"Yeah, well, me too. I played sports in high school, but it was mostly because of the same reason so I guess we have a lot in common." Lisa replied returning Harper's sly smile with eyes on those incredible if small nips.
"Did enjoy playing or did you enjoy the showers and locker rooms more?" Harper asked in almost a whisper already knowing the answer.
"What? I did because I loved playing sports." Lisa said without a great deal of conviction.
"And what about the showers and locker rooms?" Harper asked again
Lisa looked down and shifted from one foot to the other and finally said, "Yes, well, I guess so."
The smiles on each girl grew broader. The understanding was clear.
Some customers came into the department and Lisa greeted them then returned to Harper as she told her about being born and raised in the bay area and how her parents wanted her to go to Berkley. It was practically her hometown, but she wanted to get away. When she got a full ride from UCLA it made easy to make up her mind. Plus, she had a bad breakup with her girlfriend, and she was going to Berkley, so that made it a slam dunk. She told Lisa that she was a sophomore, but she still thought she had a chance to start; she had a good "kill" rate (volleyball wise).
It was getting harder for Lisa to keep her eyes off Harper's protruding nipples, causing Harper to smile again. She was glad she was having this effect on Lisa. But Lisa struggled to carry on the conversation telling the volleyball player that she was new to town and living in a garage apartment in Venice. She went on to say that she was working full time to save money and wait out her year of residency before she could enroll at Santa Monica Junior College.
"And then you want to transfer over to UCLA?" Harper asked.
"Yes, I would if my grades are good enough and I'm able to make it here on my own." Lisa replied unconsciously biting at her lower lip.
Lisa told Harper that it wasn't long before lunch and they could go down to the Hamburger Hamlet and have lunch if she wanted to. She agreed and that it was a date. She told Lisa she was probably going to the Bruin (movie theater) this afternoon anyway.
Date? Lisa thought to herself. Wow! If this was only a real date, she would be doing cartwheels, but this was fine. She was certainly willing to take her time with this stunning tall drink of water who was burning holes in her eyes with her own. She was so sexy. There was something going on between them. Lisa thought if she could get her head between those long legs, she'd be in heaven.
Lisa looked at her watch and noticed they only had a few minutes to wait before they could leave for lunch. Harper had a glint in her eye like she had her prey caught in a trap and it was only a matter of time before this hot little bird would be her meal instead of a hamburger. It was funny because Lisa was thinking the same thing.
Harper asked Lisa what she did for fun, and Lisa told her for the time being it was skating up and down the Venice boardwalk in her bikini. This brought a smile to the athlete's face, and she told Lisa that she and some of her girlfriends had done the same thing on many occasions. Lisa could only imagine girls her height skating down the beach front, it must have been quite a sight to see.
Lisa stuck her head into the backroom and told Amy (her boss) that she was going to lunch and that she'd better come out on the floor (as there was only her working that morning). Amy yelled back that she was on her way and that it was okay for Lisa to take her lunch break.
The unlikely twosome walked from the store down to the Hamburger Hamlet and found a booth along the right-hand side toward the back and slid in across from each other. They both put their elbows on the table and leaned in, so their faces were closer together. They stared at each other and there was a magic moment between them. They smiled at each other like they had known each other for years and that the difference in height meant nothing to them.
The waitress brought the menus and some water. They had both asked for lemon with their only beverage.
"I bet you wish my pussy was on the menu." Harper said in low voice.
Lisa chuckled, "Harper you're terrible. I thought I was brazened. But yes, I do wish it was on here. I would order it raw." Lisa chuckled right back also keeping her voice down.
Harper told her all of the volleyball players were raw, and she could prove it. "I've even got pictures." Lisa asked her how. And she told her about all good things come in time and to be a patient little bird.
Look closely Lisa told her, my pussy is on here right under "Pattie's Melt", order it rare to go. Then she told her she knew a nice little place in Venice Beach, where she could eat it later. She could not disguise her laugh because of her little play on words.
Lisa couldn't see her but could hear her giggle. She was overjoyed to hear it but then felt anxious, what if this much more sophisticated girl was just playing with her. She realized there must be plenty of other players on the team who were probably gay and surely the campus was loaded with gay and bi girls. Why her? Her confidence faded but just then the waitress showed up to take their orders. The menus came down. Harper was looking at Lisa and smiling. She was surprised to see a semi-serious look on the young 18-year-old's face.
They both ordered burgers and fries. It was silent at the table for a moment until Harper broke the quiet. Lisa was surprised. She didn't think a fine athlete like Harper would eat deep fried foods.
"I hope the burgers come with nice soft buns, don't you Lisa? Are you going to slide your tongue between the buns like you'd like to slide your tongue between my buns?" Harper again softly asked with a wisp to her voice and a sparkle in her eye.
Was this her seduction voice and was this really a come-on Lisa asked herself, now perplexed. Lisa did not come to L.A. to be a pussy. She looked Harper straight in the eye and refused to be intimidated. She leaned in closer to her new what, lover? Friend? Bully? Bitch? She whispered quietly that she would love to slide her tongue between the buns of her ass, rim her pink star, lash it with her tongue and stick her tongue in as far up her asshole as she possibly could." Then she leaned back against the booth and smiled at Harper.