Lisa
6-1-07
I've known Lisa since my wife and I started dating in college. At that time Lisa was all of thirteen or fourteen years and was filed to the category of "my girlfriend's little sister" in my mind for years. Cute, but harmless. As I watched her grow older though I watched her grow in more ways then one. By the time she graduated high school track and soccer had turned Lisa into an athletic, beautiful girl who still enjoyed wrestling with her siblings from time to time and sneaking drinks from her parents bar.
A few years later, after college and her first real job as a teacher, Lisa evolved further into a vibrant, witty, and exceedingly sexy young woman. She stood at a perfect height, long blonde hair, crystal blue eyes and a quirky ever present half smile/smirk that I savored receiving. She still was very athletic but due to her job she didn't have quite as much free time as she did in the past, so her curves had smoothed out in a pleasing manner. She still lived with her mom, but I didn't hold that against her.
I always enjoy any time I get to spend with Lisa at family gatherings or events. I try very hard to not let my gaze linger too long on her, but at times it is very hard not to stare from across the room as she struts about in a skirt, or comes home from working out and heads up stairs for a shower. There has been many a night that as I made love to my wife I've imagined Lisa pinned to the table below me, Lisa's hot skin pressed against my chest as I stroke deeply into her, Lisa's nipple in my mouth, Lisa moaning in my ear.
At a recent New Years Eve get together at my mother-in-law's house the whole family and extended family was gathered for the standard fare of food, booze, and fun. (Her family really gets into holidays, there have been many a night that has ended with people crashed on couches and stacked two or three to a bed when they wake up the next day.) My wife and I arrived a bit late since we live no where close to her mother's and the weather was not all that great, but quickly joined in the revelry.
I saw Lisa soon after arriving and made my way over to where she and her boyfriend were standing talking to some cousin or other. She looked absolutely stunning and I was instantly envious of her boyfriend, as usual. Lisa was wearing a cute fuzzy white sweater that hugged her form in a most alluring way, a very conservative yet somehow sexy long skirt that went down below her knees and some black short heels that gave enough lift to shape her calves and show off her painted nails. (She has cute feet, so sue me.)
We chatted for a while about nothing, the four of us. Periodically one of us would head off and grab some refills on drinks for the others, or get pulled into another conversation with another group. For most of the night Lisa and I ended up dispersing and reuniting at seemingly random points in the party. I noticed, not without a small, well very small, bit of guilt that as the evening wore on and the drinks poured she became more animated, more touchy, and was want to lean in to talk in my ear as opposed to just talking louder when we had problems hearing. Of course I did not enjoy this since each time she leaned in she inevitably pressed her ample breast against my arm.
Around eleven we had managed to meet up again in a group talking about computers. Since I am an engineer by trade everyone of course assumes I am also a computer expert so I faced a small circle of alcohol blurred non-technical relatives who assumed I could help. Once they realized I was really not able to serve the killing blow to the problem being discussed the group quickly dissolved, leaving me and Lisa yet again talking. Because of the volume of the party and the small confines of the house I ended up having to lean in pretty close once more to talk to her as she tried to explain some problem she was having with her PC. I really didn't care that much about it but feigning an inability to really hear that well I was given an excuse to just stare in her eyes and at her lips as she talked, so I stayed.
My wife meandered into our circle of two, and got quickly bored, but suggested that I should just go take a look at it, then wandered off to watch some weird drinking game going on in the dining room.
Lisa looked at me, shrugged her shoulders as if to say "why not" and started walking towards the stairs leading up to the second floor of the house, me close at her heels.
I followed her up the stairs, watching her hips sway with each step, her skirt sliding up and down her calves as they flex with each step, and her tight, curvy ass hidden by the thin fabric. I was paying so much attention to her backside when she paused at the top of the stairs I ran right into her. She stumbled forward and I instinctively grabbed the railing and hooked one arm around her waist pulling her close to me. After what was probably a second too long I let go, asking if she was okay, her light scent still clinging to me as we separated. She giggled a bit and blamed herself, continuing to walk towards her room down the hall where the gimped PC was.
Her room was on the left at the end of the hall, off of which there were three other bedrooms. As we passed on of the first rooms she came to another stop and leaned towards the door simultaneously motioning for me to come closer to her and to be quiet in a conspiratory manner.
I quickly closed the few feet to her and leaned in close to the door next to her listening. At first I didn't hear anything, but after a few seconds I heard the telltale sounds of two people energetically fucking, though trying to be quiet. Still slightly bent over she backed away continuing on towards her door, stifling a giggle with her hand. Quickly the squeaking and panting coming from behind the door fell behind. We stumbled into her room and as soon as the door was shut started laughing out loud. I sat down on the chair at her desk, while she sat on her bed.
"Wow, so.. umm.. that was interesting." I stated, not sure how to address the fact that someone, one of our relatives was busy in the room down the hall. I tried to run down who was missing in the party downstairs but couldn't pinpoint anyone specific.
"That's got to be Kim, has
got
to be, she is such a slut!" she laughed. "She and Jason are always sneaking away and going at it. If it's not her room it's a bathroom, if its not there it's the garage." Lisa calmed a bit and smirked, giggling a bit in spurts. "I have walked in on them more times then I want to remember." She made a motion of finality with her right hand.
That made sense, Kim was the middle sister of the family and was, as Lisa said, a bit of a tramp. The fact that she still lived at her mother's house, was in her thirties and couldn't hold down a job for any real length of time also spoke volumes about her ambition in life.
I dragged my attention back from the image of Kim getting drilled 20 feet away from me to the vision of innocent sexuality in front of me, sitting on a bed in her room.
I sighed.
"So, what's up with your computer?" Ah well.
Lisa bounced up to her feet and walked over to the desk. I scooted a bit to the side to give her the driver's position in front of the keyboard and monitor. She moved the mouse, realized the PC wasn't on, pressed the power button and stood to wait the minute or so it takes for the machine to boot.
She took a seat to the left of the keyboard on the wooden desk, her legs dangling, and motioned for me to wheel the chair back and take over.
"when it boots this error message pops up, saying something about memory not readable or something, then it sometimes crashes and sometimes doesn't." Some of the playfulness had left her voice, and sounded a bit bored with the subject.
We both sat quietly for a few seconds, watching as the machine slowly booted. The noise a few rooms down suddenly escalated and we could clearly hear someone uttering a succession of "yes"s. We both smiled then burst out in embarrassed laughing again.
Lisa fidgeted a bit, her cheeks flushed from drink and laughing, wriggling her butt a bit as if to find a more comfortable sitting position on the desk, leaning forward on her hands some while we waited. Her skirt had hiked up a fair amount due to her sitting and her not adjusting it as modesty would suggest when she sat revealing some tantalizing thigh above her knees.
She swung her legs a bit, and bumped my chair once. For some reason she decided to do it again lightly kicking my chair.
"What are you doing, brat." I said, using her nickname from when she was younger.
She fake-frowned at me then kicked the chair harder.
"Stop it!" I said, and quickly grabber her leg below the knee as she kicked again stopping her from kicking. Aware at how warm and smooth her skin felt beneath my hand I quickly let go.
