A Bag Of Returned Gifts (Part 2) – Mad Chaos: November 30, 1998

Plans For This Summer

Now the day of summer as we know it in 1998 is upon us and I’m going to try and reap the most rewards and the most excitement out of it as possible. Sure I can predict that my payment from Centrelink will cease because I haven’t been actively looking for work with their ‘Mutual Obligation’ agreement but I can pay off one more bill and have some fun before my birthday arrives and my money is gone.

Besides, the push for finding a job is increasing and I don’t want to work that much in an office anymore, stacking shelves at ‘Franklins’ will do the job for me. Now that single once again I can devote more of my derived woman handling thoughts, look for a beach bunny, you know the deal. These three months will not leave me dry, no no, I’m finding me a honey or two to share the sun and claim my throne. This summer, this summer of love, this summer shall be my summer of love…

Since we are now halfway into our entry and I still have to speak of my last two nights with Lyssa might as well speak of it now. It’s good that we’ve placed it here in the middle because it’s harder to find for all the right reasons.

What Lyssa Got Up To

Sunday began with Lyssa giving me a call at 2:00 p.m. and as we talked about the night before and the two of us trying to contact each other I heard Lyssa’s side of the story, unheard news. The person that called Lyssa straight after my phone call with Lyssa was Constantine and ditching her plans with Bielka, Constantine was the one that Lyssa went out with for the night. When I gave Lyssa a call back after 8:00 p.m.

(Which I probably haven’t documented) her brother answered the phone informing me that she had left. Gathering that Bielka had already picked her up I found it a bit odd that Bielka had already driven to her house but I went out for my night. What actually happened was that Lyssa and her mum went out for ten minutes to buy some dinner and when she came back she gave me a call once or twice but obviously I was gone.

Lyssa spent her Saturday night out at the Catholic Club but she didn’t leave until the time was 11:00 p.m. That was probably for the fact that Lyssa wanted to wait and see what happened with me but time was used up and she left. When I got back home at 1:30 p.m. to give Lyssa’s house a call she was probably just finishing up at the Catholic Club and that’s when they headed with two guys they knew to Chevy’s.

They guys left them around this time and it was just Lyssa and Constantine sitting out the front of Chevy’s because they weren’t allowed in after a certain time. While standing around this guy kept abusing some girls and Constantine told him he was rude. This guy then walked up to Lyssa and Constantine and started abusing the both of them so the security for Chevy’s called them over to give them a protecting hand.

“You should have just let us inside in the first place” Lyssa explained to one of the bouncers. Lyssa didn’t end up going in Chevy’s and she got home around 3:30 a.m. as they probably waited out the front for their friends to come out. Lyssa and Constantine both caught a taxi and my hopes almost came true of seeing Lyssa waiting on my doorstep for me when I came home.

Lyssa was contemplating catching a taxi to my house and just waiting for me to arrive but as I told her I could take up until 6:00 a.m. Lyssa reconsidered. I came home just after 4:00 a.m. so it would have been pretty close but luckily Lyssa didn’t wait around because it would have become stressful and boring. That same night I was thinking of cutting a front door key for Lyssa so this problem wouldn’t happen in the future but that’s all hogwash now.

Waiting For Her To Arrive

When Lyssa gave me a call on Sunday that is what she explained to me and then I told her of my night and how close it would have been if she had decided to wait for me. It would have been a good idea if Lyssa decided to give me a phone call first even though it was so early in the morning but it doesn’t matter now.

Lyssa told me that she wanted to come over for Sunday without any real reason for the visit apart from giving me back my possessions. Lyssa told me that Constantine was at her house after a long conversation and informed me that she will probably come over when Constantine gets a lift from her boyfriend. That didn’t end up happening and as I gave Lyssa a call two hours later around 4:00 p.m. Constantine answered the phone.

Constantine informed me that Lyssa was in the shower but as soon as she was out she was getting dressed and they were catching a taxi together where Lyssa would come to my house. It impressed me knowing that Lyssa didn’t really care what her friends thought about her going to my house, she didn’t keep any secrets from them.

Trying to spark up some conversation with Constantine we talked for a little while but I was kind of glad that she ended it after a couple of minutes. The conversation wasn’t really going anywhere and it was starting to sound like I was brown nosing when that wasn’t the case. Rather, I wanted to see if Constantine despised me in some way, I think she did.

The Bag Of Returned Things

It wasn’t until I was moisturizing my legs upon my carpet and listening to the radio that Lyssa decided to walk into my room, one hour after my last call. The time was nearing 5:30 p.m. and as Lyssa walked in I noticed her placing a bag near my door, a bag that held the possessions she had unlawfully taken from me.

I didn’t open that bag for the whole time Lyssa was here and thought it was a bad omen that these gifts were once again in my hands. It felt wrong having them back but when I finally took a look in the bag out of curiosity I noticed it was considerably smaller than I thought.

Inside was my white Bonds shirt that I had lent Lyssa a couple of weeks ago to wear home from my house. All else was in there apart from the box for the crystal piano and something of significance, the star and moon ring that Lyssa stabbed me with in our first days of intimacy.

That ring is on the CD and it also has significance when you look back upon the past, it’s the first thing that was ever given in our relationship. I haven’t talked to Lyssa yet about the contents in the bag that are missing to my expectations, I’ll get that chance tomorrow or rather today, the summer of love…

Hot Chips With Maura

Without much time spent at my house Lyssa wanted to head for the shops so we could buy something to eat. Having some money of my own we made our trek to the shopping complex and then wondered what we should buy. Offering to buy hot chips for the both of us we tried the fish and chip shop but it was already closed.

Walking up to the ‘Chicken Express’ shop we bought two large containers of hot chips and Lyssa bought some creaming soda to drink back at my house. On the way out of the complex I noticed Maura and as I said hello to her and kept walking I felt a bit rude but thought she had some business to attend to. Maura called us back asking if we had a lighter and as Lyssa pulled one out we finally stopped to talk with her.

Sharing our chips with Maura we got to chit chatting and through it Maura introduced herself to Lyssa. It didn’t occur to me to introduce the two of them, they were totally unlike each other. Maura told me she had been back with Emmett for the past eight months and before she even mentioned she was going out with him I let out a little laugh but not a rude one.

They are moving out together in a couple of days and I also heard that Devon’s girlfriend is now 6 months pregnant and Monica is also pregnant. Fancy that, everyone is now getting pregnant, starting a new generation. Conversation ended when Johnnie’s mum showed up and as we had a word or two with each other it was time to get on our way.

A Private Disappointment

Conversation was flowing on the way back to my house but I don’t think either of us were thinking of anything sexual. To tell you the truth the sexuality that Lyssa and I once had has diminished to the potential that I now dislike future confrontations. Even though I look forward to sexuality with Lyssa in the near future I also know that it won’t be that special for me anymore.

For the past three or four weeks which has been known as this whole month I have been doing what I normally do, pleasing Lyssa first. These past few weeks I have been driven away from thinking that I’m just lucky to be having sex with Lyssa so get what I can.

Now that we are practically together every weekend and I could treat it as a weekend sexual relationship I started thinking to myself a couple of weeks ago that I wanted more than what we were doing. Instead of allowing Lyssa to always be on the bottom where she is pleased the most I wanted some variety and that’s what I set out to do. However, in the last couple of weeks that I’ve included variety into our nights I’ve also been disappointed with my performance, particularly how long I’ve lasted. Sunday night was no exception and it was the breakdown point for me.

Last week I didn’t get any enjoyment when I went off because I held it trying to please Lyssa. This weekend was exactly the same but I done it twice and the two times I was without satisfaction I made Lyssa orgasm marvelously twice. This month has been disappointing for my sexual pleasure but now that I’ve established variety and I’ve heard Lyssa’s echoing words of wisdom I shall learn to be a bit selfish in bed next time. Instead of having Lyssa reap all the rewards of our sexual endeavors I’m going to be the first.

It’s great to watch Lyssa squirm under the power of my tongue but I’ve been disappointed for the fact that I haven’t lasted long enough for Lyssa to orgasm while I was inside of her.

In fact, Lyssa could not recall me making her go off while I was still riding inside of her and that was a slap in the face to me when she first said it a week or two ago. Since then I’ve been self conscious of how long I last inside of Lyssa and that pressure along with enjoyment caused me to go off very early this weekend, more on that later…