A Talk About Where We Stand (Part 3) – Mad Chaos: January 11, 1999

Lyssa Down The Street

Asking Tobias where he lived he pointed up the hill and as he did I noticed Lyssa walking down the street about five minutes walk away. Wondering if I should stop and turn around I gathered that I was only a minute away from the road crossing and I decided I would walk to the logs just before that and stop waiting for Lyssa. It would also have been rude to stop speaking with Tobias so we continued down the path. I’m not sure if Tobias noticed Lyssa as well as I did but he didn’t say anything.

“Why didn’t you go to Ali’s birthday party” Tobias asked. “Oh, me and Ali don’t talk anymore, he said something one day that I didn’t appreciate, I thought you would have known” I replied. Tobias knew nothing of it or he was good at faking. Nearing the logs Lyssa called out my name and calmly turning around I told Tobias I’d best be off to see what Lyssa wanted and shaking his hand he continued on his way.

Where We Are Headed

Lyssa asked me to turn around and head back to the house and as I did she tried to start speaking about what was in her mind. As she paused to gather her respectability I asked “Are you having a baby, is it something Penelope said,” you know, all the obvious things. It was neither of them as Lyssa started out with “I wanted to talk about us, where we’re headed.” Those words felt like any other to me as they didn’t affect my gait by any step or form.

From what I had heard Lyssa was thinking a day or two ago about where she is now and where I fit in the picture and then she kept thinking. It seemed to Lyssa that our calling each other every day and seeing each other on the weekends was going to be a huge blow to us when either of us finds someone else.

For that reason Lyssa was throwing the thought of us ringing each other less in the air loosely as she didn’t really want to do it as much as me. Lyssa asked my opinion on that and I tried not to have one but I had a feeling that what Lyssa was trying to put across was completely different to what she was feeling and I found out the truth in her ways later that night and tonight.

Lyssa informed me that whenever she talks to other guys that like her she thinks of me and that’s constant of her. For me it’s sort of the same where I tend not to get around as much because of the thought of Lyssa in the back of my mind. Our conversation on this topic didn’t last long as we walked up the street because we were both clueless on what steps we wanted to take but also because I didn’t want to speak about that topic. The truth is that Lyssa was trying to make the space because she’s scared of the big hit when I finally find someone else.

Roast On The Back Porch

Heading back to Lyssa’s house we sat out on the back porch and on the table we ate our roast with potatoes while basking in the sun. Lyssa and I were once again content and without anger as we treated each other better than before. Sitting back in the lounge room on the same lounge together but somewhat spaced not knowing how to react around each other we started watching Ricki Lake again and then the stuff I taped after that from the ‘MAD’ show.

Missing Each Other Quietly

It seemed that all the jargon Lyssa was saying about us being more distant was really the opposite of what she wanted and I could see that in the way she was sitting and the total anxiety she was feeling wanting to cuddle me. Sticking my neck out and hoping that this is what Lyssa was feeling I put my arm around Lyssa’s neck and she done the rest by lying her head comfortably in my Chest and placing her legs over mine. In the way that Lyssa was holding me there was no other answer in my mind than to think that Lyssa really missed me.

That premonition came true as Lyssa held me tighter and said those exact words to me “I miss you” and feeling all the sadder for it. Lyssa was overcome with her emotions and right then I knew that it wasn’t about not speaking to me anymore but wanting to be around me more. The thought that Lyssa even wanted to get back together with me was circulating in my mind and I’m not sure if I should go that far but it seemed equitable.

A Playful Afternoon

Placing my finger near Lyssa’s mouth she jokingly bit it and as I gave it to her time and time again she kept playfully biting it. As this kept happening Lyssa ended up licking on my finger and as she took it into her mouth and licking it some more I could only get aroused. Some more time into our foreplay I started pulling my finger in and out wishing that it was another part of my anatomy and with that became more excited.

Lyssa treated it as if it were such with her tongue flickering and her moist lips sucking. While in the backyard Lyssa asked if I was wearing boxer shorts and as I said no I thought that was a weird question. Hoping that Lyssa meant to ask me that question so she would have no trouble ripping down my pants and treating me to a delight I haven’t had since we were going out I had myself a shower to help Lyssa towards that direction if she really was thinking along that line.

So you could imagine how I was feeling when Lyssa was treating my finger like the dust particles that enter a vacuum cleaner.

In our avid exploits and my already noticeable moaning of fantasy Lyssa put her hand on top of the bulge that was protruding and having undone the chord to my Adidas pants for Lyssa’s easy access I hoped she would journey under soon after. That to my delight did happen as Lyssa took me out to the open air still sucking on my finger with delight. It gives me an erection just to think of these moments of pleasure.

As Lyssa began with her hand I was hoping so much that she would take me up on my fantasy’s offer in which she would use her mouth to better use but she was killing me by keeping only a hands reach away from my partner. Knowing that I felt like giving Lyssa some attention I placed my hand down her pants and began to make her moan and pant. The both of us were now equally involved in each other but as much as I hoped that Lyssa would lean over and take herself into an oral voyage it didn’t happen.

Her Bedroom Hideaway

As excited as we both were Lyssa opted for the both of us to make it to her bedroom and as we did I lay on the bottom. Taking Lyssa’s top off and then trying for her bra Lyssa was worried about her mum coming back home but I persuaded her to take them off and then later in our day, her pants. Lyssa began to ride me with her clothes on and as this purified form of fulfillment was taking place I knew I wanted to do more.

Lyssa was wearing her beach pants and with the strap done loosely I put my hand down Lyssa’s pants at the back gripping her butt. With this I managed with ease to place one of my fingers slightly within Lyssa from behind and this heightened my mind’s pleasure as I thought this to be doggystyle for my finger. Moving it slightly in and out of Lyssa as she rocked back and forth upon me I started asking Lyssa to force herself upon it and as I commandeth she did.

Lyssa began to push back upon my hand as I thrust forward with the limited penetration that I had. This became erotic as well as pleasurable and considering that Lyssa couldn’t have sex because she was expecting her period in the coming days made it all the more necessary. The motion of Lyssa moving back and forth kept moving the bed from under us and we found ourselves struggling to keep ourselves from falling off the shallow sides clutching the ground from time to time.

Learning Something New

Finally taking Lyssa pants off and worried about her mum walking in I lay Lyssa on the bed and began once again with my finger from behind but now more accessible. This time around, because of the accessibility I decided to place two fingers within Lyssa and was surprised by how wet Lyssa was and that I could actually fit two fingers into Lyssa without her flinching.

Lyssa was devouring all the attention she was receiving and as my hand was becoming cramped from the hard positioning I had Lyssa lie on the bed as I took position. With better positioning I once again placed two fingers eagerly into Lyssa and her head rolling back and clutching pillows with a moan gripping the airwaves, I knew she was loving.

As Lyssa was lying down on her back and with my hand turned outward so that my thumbs were facing out and away from my body I began to penetrate. Using the two fingers closest to the thumb on my right hand I used a motion in Lyssa not used to the usual penetration she associates with my main man. Instead of pulling in and out of Lyssa acting as an artificial projectile I done what Lyssa eats up with great force.

Keeping my fingers fairly close together I bent them considerably so they were touching part or near the top of Lyssa’s hip bone on top of her clitoris and near the top of the ending of her genitalia. Wriggling my fingers around as if I was smoothing over and slightly pushing the moistened skin inside of that area I watched Lyssa contort herself in all different glorious positions.

It felt as if I was touching her clitoris from inside and that would have undoubtedly been another factor in Lyssa’s increase of excitement. The best way to describe my fingers motion is to say that my fingers waved like that of a sperm’s tail but only in an up and down action. On top of that Lyssa had never really had two fingers before and never with that motion in her so you could understand her pleasure.

A Night To Remember

On top of all this finger work I had Lyssa place her hands on either side of her hip where her legs are and pull up on the sensitive skin of her clitoris so that I could start lapping that up as well. The thought of Lyssa holding up herself for my pleasure was giving satisfaction in me, I was loving the power that I had and the feeling I was giving.

With my fingers doing their job and occasionally changing to penetrating I began on the flesh that was protruding through layers of Lyssa’s moist skin. As soon as this happened and with my hand upon Lyssa’s other sensitive area she informed me that she was about to go off.

When Lyssa did get to that point she didn’t take her hands away from her gripping upward her skin and rather, she held tighter. What amazed me was how Lyssa screeched like she never had before in her absolute pleasure and arching her back profusely and shaking slightly Lyssa seemed to go off and with my tongue upon her and her screaming out that she was loving it she went off once more instantaneously.

Lyssa was going off for two or three minutes and what surprised me was that she didn’t want to stop in a sudden, she wanted to keep her feeling going on for a very long time. Lyssa’s screaming and panting was overwhelming with an absolute intensity about it. When Lyssa did finally stop she jumped up with a roar and hugged me as tight as the roar’s keeper.

Lyssa was very pleased and she informed me like countless times before that this was the absolute best time she’s ever experienced an orgasm, it was just unbelievable. As Lyssa settled down she told me that she always thought I used to use three fingers with her but was surprised to find that I usually use one and it was basically my first or second time having used the two.