Pinky Swearing With Lyssa (Part 2) – Mad Chaos: March 18, 1999

Three Dollars for Doubles

Heading back to the photo shop when all was done I was quick and eager to get my photos back and didn’t care that much when she told me she had made some doubles. Her exact words (To my remembering) were “I hope you don’t mind, I didn’t know about some of the pictures and their colors so I made some doubles”. When I nodded my head in approval and unconcern she added “It will cost you three dollars extra” fairly quickly.

That took me back and I was going to say something but I didn’t want to put up a fuss because there was another guy in the store. That extra money was for me to head out this weekend to a club but I’m going to the City with Jett on Friday night to watch a movie under the stars so that’s enough for me.

Keith Says I Only Like Blondes

Heading back home by a bus I noticed two girls on the back of the bus that must have been in year 12. Once again it was a blonde and I feel that I once again have something to say about this topic.

Keith said to me last night that he thought I limited myself too heavily on one specific type of woman, one with blonde hair. Protesting about that I noted that a red head was just as popular to me as a blonde but stunning red heads are hard to come by these days. But yes, I do limit myself to blondes, heck, the two girls I took a picture with in the City on Mardi Gras were both blondes, I don’t care.

The Blonde Theory

Blondes attract me and I keep hearing on television that it’s because blondes with blue eyes represent fertility and what kids look like when they are young. I’m not sure why such an attraction is to that honey color hair. Fertility would be one thing but another would be that blondes bring out a sense in me that says “Blondes are much more fun in bed” and I guess I rely on that.

Yes, when I see a blonde I see fertility and great sex but I also see beauty. I don’t look at their body parts and rate them by size but I try to look within them also, just like anyone else. But, just like Jewell once told me, a true man can be seen within his eyes so I guess I can see the truth of what I want with a lady of blonde hair.

It lightens the face to make it look angelic and it makes the features more viable so that my judgment will be softened on them. As she picks a man with eyes I pick women and who they are by their hair and what shade it gives to the face. Strange, I don’t think it is because most people who view blondes as sexier women would tend to agree…

Judging the Photographs

Anyway, getting home I started looking at the photos but I found as I flicked through them a couple of important factors. Firstly, I didn’t like the end result, in most of them I didn’t like myself, most of them were pictures of nothing and there was only six decent pictures of the lot.

The picture with me posing with the two blonde girls in the City turned out excellent but despite my disliking my hairdo I put it in the A grade spots of my photo album. The photo of me and Ralf sitting together on the lounge at Jackson’s on Imad was also a good shot and then there was the shot of Linnea, her friend and Tamsen at her party.

Linnea like I thought was showing her underwear in the shot and although it is a fair perve, I didn’t find it all that interesting. She does look good and old for her 18-year-old age but she is too tall and older looking than I for me to even conceive liking her.

Music and a Borrowed Car

With time passing I turned on the computer and typing some stuff out I had my go at the television an then the CD player. It’s been a while since I’ve played some music now (A week or two) and I can’t remember when I just let a decent mix play but Wednesday was the day. Feeling tired as I usually do of the afternoons now I lay down on my bed and got myself some shut eye as the music was playing fairly loud.

I don’t think I actually got to sleep but about an hour and a half into it Jett came over my house. The time was around 7:00 p.m. when Jett drove over in Min-Su’s parent’s car and handing me my photos he was off on his way to the Catholic Club. Asking him if Min-Su’s parents knew about the both of them I gathered with his driving their car it was an item thing and a family thing now.

Lyssa Rings Back

With Jett gone I woke myself up, turned the music off and started to watch television. Having something else to eat from upstairs I received a call around 7:30 p.m. from Lyssa. “Did you give me a call today” she asked and telling her that it wasn’t me I realized that she had a private call on her call back line. Lyssa was eager to let me go as she thought that’s probably what I wanted but we ended up getting into a little chat and then it turned out to be a bigger one.

For the half an hour in which we had a conversation, Lyssa asked me if I had felt the earthquake and how she had felt it at work. The appointment that Lyssa had in the City on Thursday, she’s rescheduled that to be in Campbelltown with some hairdresser guy called Marco. Alexandria’s hairdressing isn’t open anymore so Lyssa is eagerly seeking a place that will be able to do her hair and dye it properly. Thus, tomorrow after work she is headed to get it all done in Campbelltown.

Shawshank and Mosquitoes

Chatting about life for that half an hour Lyssa had to go to the toilet as I did so we let each other go. Calling Lyssa back in ten minutes I told her that I was also going to have a shower and that I did. When 9:00 p.m. arrived Lyssa called me back and told me that she was going to watch ‘Shawshank Redemption’ and because I was on my computer I didn’t have no hassles with her giving me a call on a later commercial. When Lyssa actually called me half an hour later I was watching the movie but she stopped because she was getting bitten by mosquitoes.

Lyssa surprises me sometimes, she stopped watching a movie when she was getting bitten and yet the back door was open. She closed it and because she was still getting bitten she ran away to her room to cower, funny shit. That’s the sort of little girl attitude that I find amusing and sometimes I find it irritating and tiresome. Her temperament holds no place for strength or potency in her character. Lyssa reminds me of those girls who see a frightening insect and they find the nearest man to cower behind, it has its moments.

Will You Go Out With Me

In our second conversation, Lyssa brought on a coy attitude and then in that same manner said “I have something to ask you”. Sounding embarrassed but also sounding like she was putting it on, Lyssa done her usual routine of holding back what she had to say with silences and then, a final “Nah, don’t worry” to get my curiosity on a high. Finally asking her to tell me, she whispered “Will you go out with me”.

To that, I thought she was joking and therefore kept saying “Are you serious” in an inquisitive way, so as I wouldn’t hurt her feelings if she was only hiding behind her sarcastic attitude because of some insecurity. When I told Lyssa that I wouldn’t and being impish about it Lyssa sounded down for a second but then she told me that she was only joking. That I believed as I got Lyssa to pinky swear that she wasn’t lying.

Later in the night Lyssa asked me once again and this is where Lyssa told me that she had her fingers crossed the first time but I once again believed she was only joking around. However, I feel that Lyssa was being semi-serious about her question as she has wanted to draw a picture of me and she was getting a little more serious in the attached department before I put a stop to it.

When Lyssa asked me a second time if I would go out with her I told her no but it was when I told her my reasons that I got upset. Being truthful I said that it wouldn’t be right after so long and that I want to move on and as she heard the latter part she wanted to get to sleep. That sounded like it upset her but I feel that she was once again just being sarcastic and a tiny bit agitated.

However, upon Lyssa telling me she would do anything I want if we were going out I couldn’t help but to think of oral sex when she emphasized ‘Anything’ and hinting on that. Still feeling that Lyssa was mucking around I didn’t take her too seriously and just went along with her but I couldn’t help to get a bit heated in the excitement sector. Come on, I’m only human and although I know that I’m too horny for my own good I can’t keep away from women and sex. A prime example of my bad itch for sexual activity will be explained in the next paragraph.

A Hotel Room Plan

With Lyssa building me up in the lascivious department I brought the thought of renting a hotel room into my head. Knowing that it was a bad idea before because I wouldn’t get what I really wanted out of it I hoped that Lyssa was now seeing it a bit different. That’s the reason why I quietly brought it up into conversation but as soon as I was about to speak of the thought Lyssa blurted out what she thought I was thinking, she was right.

Having no rejections to my suggestion despite me saying that I wanted to move on and her getting irritated we delved into it. The date that we have now set is for next Saturday night and we can’t do it this weekend as I suggested because Lyssa is still on her periods. This now won’t be that great an adventure for me unless I get oral stimulation, I live for it as if it were a gift from the gods.

So, I’m going to ask Lyssa about her thoughts on it in a later conversation and then bring up my idea. Ages ago when I had colored condoms I once tried on a banana condom and then Lyssa went down on me. Her instant reaction was delight and she told me that with it off the taste was still there and she liked it. Gathering this would be a great way to entice Lyssa back down there I will bring it up in later conversation if Lyssa is serious about the hotel.

Another thing, it’s one thing if Lyssa agrees to do it but it won’t be that memorable or fulfilling if Lyssa keeps telling me to hurry up and literally take a minute to get it over with. Ironic don’t you think, that I take less time having sex these days than I ever would have during oral sex…