Stingy With The Toothpaste (Part 4) – Mad Chaos: December 26, 1998

Squabbling Over Toothpaste

When our sexual night had come to an end with my finalizing climax both Lyssa and I headed to have a shower together. Jumping into the shower I had Lyssa show me her butt once again and told her how I appreciated her finally finding the determination to show me her butt despite what she thinks of it. Having not brushed my teeth for the day I asked Lyssa if I could use her brush and toothpaste but she wouldn’t let me.

We started a fun little squabble about Lyssa being stingy with her belongings. “What about you not letting me use your toothbrush” she asked me but the time she was talking about (Which was about two weeks ago now) was when I overused my toothbrush and Lyssa couldn’t wait so she jumped out of the shower. I made a crack about Lyssa being stingy with many things in her house for that night, she found it amusing enough to laugh.

For example, there wasn’t much food in Lyssa’s freezer so I chose not to eat much, Lyssa didn’t want to give me a drink of orange juice that her mum had left her, she wouldn’t let me use her comb, her moisturizer was off the list, her ‘Fire and Ice’ perfume was a no go and then the toothpaste. Then I compared them to the times at my house where she could drink anything, use all my moisturizer, use my perfumes and deodorants, she uses my comb and all the other necessities.

Chicken And Chips

After our shower we had something to eat where beforehand Lyssa and I put some chicken in the oven and made some hot chips on the stove in oil. I had the chips department because Lyssa didn’t want to get burnt. Lyssa cooked the chicken pretty good but in the end she didn’t end up eating any of it because in her stomach she felt sick.

Even while we were having sex Lyssa felt sick so I took it easy on her. Watching some of David Letterman and then the first part of Entertainment Tonight with me, Lyssa decided it was time for bed. She was wearing the black nightie that her dad gave to her, it looked plain but pretty good.

Holding Her Until Sleep

As Lyssa went to bed I escorted her and there I held her close for half an hour as I talked a few words before she drifted off to sleep. Caressing her body I didn’t want Lyssa to go to sleep because it felt like she was dying in my mind and the thought of never being able to speak to Lyssa even if I wanted to made me sad. Nevertheless, Lyssa was sleeping and the loneliness that ensued she did not hear nor know about.

Reading Cosmopolitan Alone

Half an hour after Lyssa found herself asleep I whispered into her ear that I was getting up so she wouldn’t get startled later on in her sleep. In that time I had myself something to eat, watched television, read cosmopolitan and my Sonnets to find that two poems were irregular as I’ve noted before. In cosmopolitan I read an article about a guys point of view on sex and there was one part that I read that is always written in glossy magazines.

‘A bad head job is a good head job’ is the basic heading for this phrase in every magazine about sexuality, guys all think the same thing including me. No matter what, a very bad head job is great as long as you get to go off. Why that is I won’t be able to justify here today but I know that if you have bad sex it can only be bad sex. That’s probably why I prefer oral sex opposed to normal vaginal sex, the mouth is more stimulation and overall enjoyment but the pussy is the real thing.

Pushing Me Out Of Bed

Getting to bed around 3:30 a.m. after eating some lasagna I tried to lie with Lyssa. Lyssa was sprawled over the bed with her legs bent, knees up in the air and lying on her back with her hands stretched over her head and to the sides. As I went to lie down next to Lyssa she sensed me lying down and in her sleep yelled out “Go away” as if I was bothering her.

Persuasion was not my best attempt to get her to turn around and hug me and in her deep sleep she basically told me to get lost pushing me out of her way. With my baby voice I persuaded Lyssa to turn around and after plenty of ‘Get the cat to come over’ talk Lyssa turned around. Saying some smart ass comment about Lyssa as she turned to hug me I quickly insulted her but none of my apologies for my rude behavior worked.

Therefore, the rest of the night I was on my side of the bed and Lyssa was on hers. That was until I turned around to hug Lyssa with the intention of taking her underwear off once again, it was a challenge. Lifting Lyssa’s nightie up to her ass as she was lying once again on her back I unrobed the sheet from around her body.

A Slow Challenge

From here I continued with my journey into mischief and slowly but with more aggression than the first time I started pulling down her underwear. This was working great as I even lifted Lyssa’s legs and she didn’t flinch. It wasn’t until I got the underwear to her ankles that Lyssa woke up and trying to turn around Lyssa noticed the underwear around her legs and as she said “What are you doing” in a cute but knowing way, she lifted back up her underwear.

“Why don’t you just take them off” I said to her sarcastically, “You know I’m eventually going to do it.” I didn’t think with these words of encouragement that Lyssa would actually sit up and take her underwear off but that she did and that was the end of my fascination.

The Phone Rings Twice

The rest of the night Lyssa and I slept and in the morning around 10:00 a.m. Lyssa’s phone rang. Waking her up she dazed out of her slumber and finally knowing what was happening she made a nude dash for the telephone. The person on the phone was her dad to my knowledge just seeing how her little princess was going. As Lyssa went back to sleep I gathered waking up to get some sun wasn’t top priority so I too rested.

An hour or more the phone rang again but this time Lyssa sounded intent on the conversation. It sounded like Penelope was on the other line and listening into the conversation I knew when Lyssa hung up that she was headed out within the hour with Penelope and Ali but to where I didn’t know. That felt pretty slack as I was still lying in Lyssa’s bedroom naked and hopeful that we were going to spend half a day together tanning but it’s not like Lyssa’s never done this before.

Kicked Out Politely

Walking back into the room Lyssa innocently lay on top of me and asked me not to get angry at her. Asking her where Penelope wanted her to go she answered that in an hour Penelope was picking Lyssa up so the three of them including Ali could head up to the entrance or somewhere far away where Lyssa will be near a beach or a lake or something for fishing. Lyssa had an hour to get ready and I knew that this basically meant I was getting kicked out which hurt the most.

It would have been good if Lyssa asked to be picked up within a couple of hours so we could still have our fun and I wouldn’t feel rushed but that wasn’t the case. Lyssa asked me not to be angry so I wasn’t. Besides, why show my anger to Lyssa when there’s nothing I can really say that will relieve my aggression and change my situation. If it had been anyone else apart from the dick heads it would have been alright.

Heading For The Station

Lyssa isn’t coming back until tomorrow night which will be Sunday so I can hear all about her night sleeping in the car with Ali and Penelope. I wouldn’t be surprised if they invited someone like Hakim even though Lyssa doesn’t like him anymore, or so she says. The time was midday when Lyssa told me her news and as she had a shower I put on my shoes and prepared myself for a walk.

Upon Lyssa leaving the shower I walked on the back porch with her and basically told her that I was heading for the train station in a nice and calm voice. If Lyssa felt upset for how I might have been feeling she wasn’t showing it that much. Lyssa does tell me she has to go back to work with a tan and a great story to brag about so this might be it.

Leaving almost immediately after Lyssa jumped out of the shower I gave her a kiss and as I was leaving she asked “Where are my poems.” Looking at the box I told her my poems were still in there, I wasn’t taking them with me even though I had a minute thought about it when Lyssa was in the shower.

The rest of the day I shall talk about at another time as tonight’s time is pressing on at 4:40 a.m. the rest of the day is not that interesting really with Jett coming over and me headed to the Gym where I talked to Maddox and Zubin there. Upon coming home I wasn’t called by anyone and rather I have been here on my computer for a couple of hours of the night and then a couple of more hours here in my Diary. Well, it’s time to be off now, my eyes are growing tired and I wonder what early time I wake up tomorrow…