Chapter 6: Lissa – Part 1

Tuesday Day

“Good morning,” I said as Diana stirred in my arms.

“That feels good. Is this how you woke up with Tasha?” Her her butt wiggled against the erection between her cheeks.

“Yes. It felt really good and she said that she liked it.”

“I like it too. Now tell me, do you like how my breasts feel?”

“I do.”

Diana gave out a giggle, then a sigh.

“I have to pee,” she said.

“Me too. Go ahead and go first.”

“No, you go first, Mick.”

“Ladies first,” I said gallantly.

“The guy with the wonderful boner first. I love looking at your hard cock,” Diana insisted.

“Well since you put it that way. OK.”

I got out of bed and walked backwards to the toilet, causing Diana to clap her hands and giggle at my erection as it swung back and forth like a metronome before it began to shrink. I peed, flushed and washed off my penis as it shrank further. When I stepped out, Diana stepped in and reached to close the door before I stopped her.

“No. Please leave it open. I don’t want a door between us. Tasha says that sharing bodily functions is something people in love do because they have no secrets between them.”

“That sounds like her,” Diana said.

“So, since there are no secrets between people in love do you have anything to tell me?”

Diana got quiet as she wiped her pussy. She stood, turning to flush before she came to me and wrapped her arms around me.

“Yes. Mick, I think I love you.”

“Thank you for that. I can’t tell you that I love you ... yet.” Before Diana could get that look on her face, I continued. “Don’t get upset, please. I just don’t know you well enough yet.”

Diana gave me a gentle kiss on the tip of my nose, then patted me on the butt.

“Now get a clean towel and let’s go to breakfast. Lissa will be chomping at the bit to start her time with you.”

“Please do us both a favor and, at some time today when you’re alone with her, talk to Tasha about me. Please?”

“OK. I look forward to sharing our bed with you tomorrow night.”

“If Lissa lets me.”

“I know.” The sad look returned to Diana’s face.

We walked out the door and held hands until Tasha came running up to us and took my other hand.

“Tasha, do you have to run like that?” I whined.

“Yes, my girls wanted to wave good morning to you.”

I leaned forward and spoke to Tasha’s breasts.

“Good morning, girls.”

“That’s better. Did you two have an ‘eventful’ night?”

“We slept like babies,” I replied.

“We? Are you saying that you two are a ‘we’?” Tasha was a ll primed to celebrate.

“Not yet, Tasha. Diana and I are still a work in progress. I need to spend time with Lissa...”

“And her ass,” Tasha teased.

“And Jos...” Diana said.

“And her pussy,” Tasha added.

“And Sasha...” Diana replied.

“And her virginity,” Tasha giggled.

I paused to look at Tasha and Diana.

“OK! She’s not a virgin! She almost has less experience than you. What about me?” Diana asked.

“I’ve spent some time with you already, and I look forward to spending more,” I whispered.

“And you need to spend time with my tits over the next week and a half,” Tasha said.

“I do.”

I squeezed Tasha’s hand when she giggled at my answer and that brought a smile to Tasha’s face as she took a tighter grip on my hand.

“Let’s go and get breakfast. You and Diana have a lot to talk about while I get to know Lissa.”

Tasha and Diana looked at each other. I put their hands together and had them walk hand in hand to breakfast. I was enjoying the view walking behind them until I saw Lissa and I trotted over to her. I don’t run.

“Good morning Lissa. May I escort you to breakfast?”

“Yes, you most certainly may,” Lissa smiled.

I offered my hand. She took it, pulled it around her. We walked to breakfast with my arm wrapped around her and with her hand on my butt.

Breakfast this morning was being cooked for everybody by Mrs. Smith. She was a very good cook, albeit an extremely unattractive one. She had a ton of French toast waiting for the campers who came swarming into the clubhouse. The kids loved it and I must admit that I always had a special place in my heart for the dish. With butter and maple syrup it was the perfect breakfast meal.

“I’ve always loved French toast. It’s one of the few fond memories I have from my childhood,” I said to Lissa.

“Did your mom make it that good?”

“No Lissa, my dad did. French toast always makes me miss him.” I took a moment to look down and collect my emotions.

“Hey big guy, don’t go getting all maudlin on me at the start of our date,” Lissa hugged me.

“I won’t. Besides, I’m sure that you could snap me out of it in nothing flat. What do you have planned for us today? I don’t want to take away from your time with Jos.”

“Jos and I are just close friends ... sometimes with benefits. We’re roommates and sometimes lovers. I think she is going to be busy today putting the moves on Sasha. After her remarks the other morning about us being lesbians, I think Jos is going to try to lure her over to the pink side.”

That made me laugh out loud.

“OK. Same question. What do you have planned for the first day of our date?”

“I need to work out. Do you mind going to the camp gym with me?”

“I would love to, Lissa! I lift three times a week and was wondering if this place had a workout room or something.”

“The gym has machines and bikes and a couple of treadmills. It also has a couple of sets of dumbbells. Do you have a set routine?” She asked.

“I do.” She giggled at my reply before I continued. “Do you?”

“Yes. Today is a leg day.”

“I was wondering how you got that fantastic butt.”

“Are you a butt man?”

“To tell you the truth, I don’t know. We can talk about it later.”

“It sounds like there is a story in there. Does it have to do with your mom and dad?”

“In a roundabout way I guess so. We’ll talk during workout, OK?”

“OK.”

“Right now, I want more of this French toast and I want to try that stuff those kids were spreading on their toast.”

“You mean the honey butter?”

“Is that what that is? I’ve never had it.”

The honey butter added a whole new dimension to the French toast, and I found myself thinking that my dad would have loved this. I finished the last bites in silence, remembering him, before Lissa took me to the shower with her.

“I need to wash off all the syrup I dripped in my lap and on the rest of myself,” I said.

“You know, I could have licked that off for you,” Lissa licked her lips.

“Now you tell me. OK, rule of thumb, don’t keep important secrets like that from Mick,” I said.

“I will if you will.” Lissa didn’t chuckle at my joke.

“If I will what?” I asked.

“Tell me about you and liking or not liking butts,” she said.

“After we dry off let’s go for a walk to The Glade. OK?”

“I love The Glade. But promise me that we can sit in my favorite place.” Lissa turned to the left and right with her hands clasped behind her back, like a little girl.

“You have my promise,” I said.

“Then let’s go,” Lissa said brightly.

She held out her hand and I took it. Her grip was strong, and I wondered if she gave me a handjob if she would rip off my penis. That was strange. I would have never thought about that before Tasha taught me about blowjobs and handjobs. I looked at Lissa and wondered how her mouth would feel when she took me. Another strange thought.

“What are you thinking about?” Lissa asked.

“I’ll tell you later after I know you better.”

“OK, so, tell me about butts,” she smiled.

“Tasha said that she was going to talk to all of you about my past. Did she?”

“Yes. But it seemed like the quick version. You and your dad came home and found your mom banging another guy. Your dad beat him up and divorced your mom and you hate her.”

“That, s the essence of it. To fill in some of it, the whole thing caused me to grow an intense distrust of both women and men. Did Tasha tell you any of my personal details?”

“You mean that you are a virgin and have very little experience with women?”

“That’s it. I don’t know any women, so I don’t date. Well I didn’t. I figured that it made no sense to date since I would never be getting close to a woman. And I didn’t make male friends because I figured they would just steal away any girlfriend I eventually had.”

“That’s a bit of a fucked-up outlook, Mick,” Lissa said very seriously.

“You know if you had told me that a week ago, I would have not understood. But now that I’ve met Diana and you ladies, that seems to be changing.”

“So how does that lead to butts?”

“Well, I never paid attention to women. But last week, Diana told me that I needed to get out and pay more attention to the things around me. I go for walks in the park near my apartment and sit under a tree and read a book. I never looked around me. She told me that the park was crawling with cute college girls and I should pay attention. She said I might find someone to date. I think my answer was ‘And if I had wheels, I’d be a wagon.’ But I took her advice and went to the park last Wednesday. I sat under a tree to read a book, and I started to look around every once in awhile. I didn’t want to look like a perv, so I ended up only looking at women as they walked away from me. Therefore, my first real exposure to looking at a woman as an attractive being, was to look at her butt.”

“That is weird. Most guys like butts because the butt is close to the pussy. If you can get to a girl’s butt, a guy is inches away from her pussy.”

“I didn’t think about their butts like that.”

“How do you think about them?”

“I found that I like the way some women’s butts move. The movement from left to right and the rotation forward and back and the way the cheeks lift and fall with each step. It was almost hypnotic for me.”

“And what do you think about my butt?”

“I said earlier that I think it is your best feature. I mean you are beautiful. Your face and eyes are wonderful, but you look like heaven from behind.”

“Thank you for those kind words.” She squeezed my hand again.

I hadn’t noticed the ground we were covering and before I knew it, we were in The Glade. Lissa pointed at a big tree at the far end of The Glade and we walked towards it.

“Sit against the tree please.”

I put down my towel and took my seat.

“You should be able to find a spot that is really comfortable on your back. Then lean back against that spot and spread your legs.”

I figured that I was going to get another blowjob, but once I got settled Lissa put down her towel between my legs and sat with her butt against my penis. Then she leaned back against my chest.

“Now, from this position, you can hold my breasts or play with my pussy or just hold me.”

“So, I could do this.”

I wrapped my arms around her body and softly kissed her neck and shoulder.

“Yes,” her answer was a quiet whisper.

“Or I could do this?”

I crossed my arms around her, so my right hand was on her left breast and vice versa. I gently massaged them and rolled her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, just like Tasha had taught me, and continued to kiss her neck and shoulder.

“Yeeessss,” Lissa hissed softly.

“Or I could do this?”

I released one hand and slid it down her stomach and rubbed her vagina while still fondling her breast and kissing her neck and shoulder.

“Oh yeeesssss,” it sounded more like a moan than a hiss.

My penis was now hard and resting against her back and pointing straight up. I continued doing what I was doing with the only variation being to switch hands every few minutes. I noticed that she was starting to breathe faster as I rubbed certain parts of her vagina. When I hit that spot, I played with rubbing it faster and slower, harder and softer.

“Oh, Mick.” Lissa stiffened and I felt moisture on the hand on her vagina.

She shivered several times before going a bit limp in my arms.

“Oh Mick. That was a wonderful orgasm.”

“OK.”

“Mick, do you know what an orgasm is?”

“I’m not sure. I think it’s when a female reaches a sexual peak of arousal.”

“Yeah, that’s one way to put it. Did Tasha talk to you about cumming?”

“Yes, she said that when I would cum, I squirted a lot of semen and it went really far.”

“Really?” Her eyebrows shot up. “I’ll have to find out about that later. An orgasm is like that but for a woman.”

“But you didn’t squirt.”

“Most women don’t. I got really wet though, didn’t I?”

“Yes, my hand is really wet.”

“Have you ever tasted pussy?”

“No. I sort of tasted Tasha. I have tasted semen.”

“You have?”

“Tasha gave me a ... a snowball.”

“Of course she did! Put your fingers in your mouth. Tell me what I taste like to you.”

I put my fingers in my mouth and for the first time I fully tasted a woman. It was different.

“What does it taste like?”

“I don’t know that I can answer that. It doesn’t taste like anything I have ever tasted.”

“Interesting. We’ll go into that further later as well. Now in this position there is something that we could do, but not right now.”