Lyssa Tries on My New Style (Part 2)

Lyssa Knocks on the Door

Whilst writing in my diary on Monday night it came to a final and ironic conclusion which had Lyssa knock on my front door. My last words in my memoirs were hopes that I could have Lyssa sleep over for the night and as she walked through my front door and waved Nikita goodbye, I knew our sixth sense vibe was working to effect. Lyssa later in the night told me how she had been thinking of me for the whole day, unbeknownst to the importance of our Monday.

Lyssa told me how she was very eager to see me and before I decided to call she was going to think of heading over my house to see me but obviously, our wishes coincided. Lyssa I feel was coaxed by my caring and understanding words in our conversation before she parted and it was that same conversation that had me wanting to be with Lyssa.

Lyssa arrived at my house at 8:30 p.m. which meant it was a premature conclusion for these pages. As Lyssa made her way into my room with her pink polo neck jumper not bringing enough shine to her sorrowful state, I decided to stick to my promise. Standing Lyssa up with the bid that I would hug her, we stood there in arms, hugging for a minute or two. There was no real intensity of feeling coming from either of us nor was there much sincerity in the hug, just loose feeling.

Nevertheless, Lyssa felt better from this little embrace and as she sat back down on the waterbed, I decided to sit right behind her. In a stage where we were just getting used to each other again (Although we felt totally natural in each other’s company) I didn’t decide upon embracing Lyssa as we lay there. Instead, after a couple of minutes passed I asked Lyssa if she would like another hug and was struck with venom when she shook her head dishearteningly.

A few minutes later I decided it was time for me to finally have a shower for the night as in the morning I had no chance to brush my teeth. Asking Lyssa if she would mind she seemed to kick up a small fuss as she just looked at me with those sweet puppy dog eyes, drooping her sad lips evermore and shaking her head lightly in disagreement.

It took most of my skills of persuasion to have Lyssa allow me some time in the shower but it seemed she was jokingly picking my staying with her over my having a shower. Lyssa’s concern was that she would be all alone in my room where my parents could walk in but when Lyssa noted that she would have a smoke out the back while I had a shower, she allowed it, but only for three minutes.

Showing Off the New Look

As the both of us jumped up off the bed my expectation was delivered. I really wanted Lyssa to see how I now dressed and my new style of clothing but I didn’t actually want to throw it in front of her face. It gave me a thrill to await Lyssa’s approval of how good my clothes would look, it made me feel as if I was moving on to a point that I would make her a touch envious as she has poured into me.

I know my dressing much better than when we were going out will only be a small victory to my complacency against her continually ripping me with conversations that she gets onto some hot guy every week but it gives me some pleasure. The first sight that Lyssa had noticed upon getting up was the three pairs of colored fashion glasses I had bought. Leaving them there so Lyssa would see them, I was surprised that for the whole night before this she was completely oblivious to their being there.

Nevertheless, as she noticed them she let out a laugh and then remarked “You really are turning gay aren’t you, no seriously”. I was trying to stick away from the obvious adage that would include my mentioning Xavier, the greatest of untold humiliations that would ever grace Lyssa’s attention. Deciding only to stick with the fashionable sense of my clothes she tried on the yellow lens glasses, grabbed onto the bottom of her sweater and began bopping her head to each side as she dorkily lifted her sweater with each groove.

Even though Lyssa was doing her impression of a dorky girl dancing with those glasses she pulled off a good little look for herself and didn’t look too bad in her sarcasm. As Lyssa looked through my wardrobe amongst all my other new clothes she commented on how my Hound Dog Jacket was hot. Taking out my baby blue shirt she tried it on in which it was a loose fit on her and a medium fit on me.

As I took out my Petersham-look, black and red tight shirt from Hound Dog, Lyssa as bedazzled uttered “Shit, that wouldn’t even fit on me, look how tiny it is”. Lyssa was prepared to try it on for herself but when she smelt with her sensitive nose that I hadn’t washed it, she quickly called off her curiosity.

Shower Curtain Closed

As I had myself a shower Lyssa had her smoke out in the backyard as planned. Feeling a touch timid and as if Lyssa could be peeping through the window, I didn’t want to subject myself to such openness. For the first time in such a long time I decided upon closing the shower curtain. This wasn’t because I didn’t want Lyssa to see me but it wouldn’t have been in my greatest of angles or cares if she had.

Heading out of the shower I put on some pants and decided to wrap the towel around my Chest. I wasn’t embarrassed about revealing my body to Lyssa but I was aware that she would scrutinize with her abiding eyes and I would most probably hear some sort of remark. Showing some timidity upon entering the room I was trying to be as modest as possible with the towel around my Chest and as I was putting on a shirt I tried to keep as much closure upon me as possible.

In these seconds Lyssa decided to ask “You have lost weight haven’t you” and remembering that I had informed Lyssa of my losing five kilos I was happy to know she thought I looked more toned. This was another bonus to my being single and having my girlfriend at my house. For once, it wasn’t about Lyssa being better off in some way, I was finally receiving a compliment and probably having Lyssa thinking those desirous thoughts in her mind.

When in the shower I even made it a task to lather myself with body wash so that I would smell fresh to Lyssa. In some way, I was showing myself off to Lyssa but in reality, I just wanted to be as good or better than all the guys Lyssa brags about.

I want to at least leave an impression on Lyssa’s mind that she did have a good thing and by the way I smelt good or by the way I now dressed, I wanted her to think seldom as I upon how I miss her and how I wanted some sort of relationship. However, those days are past for me and I feel that applies for Lyssa but as I keep thinking that Lyssa looks decent on most days, I want her to be thinking the same of me, keep that envy pumping.

Trying on My Clothes

When once back in my room it surprised me how Lyssa was being candid about trying on some clothes whilst taking off her top. When Lyssa tried on my baby blue top she had to take her top off and as I noted “Do you want me to turn around” she shrugged off that idea as ridiculous. “What’s the use, you’ve seen me anyway, you know what I look like, who cares” she remarked. This I gathered was her way of creating some attraction between as and as she wanted to sleep over my house so inattentively for the night, I gathered she had some hidden desires to be unleashed.

As Lyssa took off her top I tried not to stare at the obvious location of her breasts but as Lyssa probably knew her breasts were going to get my attention, she didn’t care whether I was humble or not. Lyssa’s breasts looked rather large in her C Cup white bra and she didn’t feel shy at all during her slight nudity. Probing her every angle, I did notice after such a long time without her what would usually be oblivious to my horny mind.

Lyssa’s back had a fair lot of freckled skin in which I hadn’t usually noticed but coupled with her face less makeup, she looked normal. Lyssa looked as if she was also at a stage where she was getting a little bigger in the hips and thighs. Don’t get me wrong, she looked great fully clothed as it held it all in but her clothes were getting tired and she was getting lazy. For someone who believes that smoking helps you lose weight, she’s bound to gain some pounds for the sake of naïveté.

Later in the night Lyssa asked if she could wear some of my clothes to bed and as I said it was alright she started to undress. However, after Lyssa put on one of my shirts she told me I had to turn around when she took her pants off. This was due to her having to take off her underwear, another little sign gone unchecked by me for the night. I knew that if I wanted something to happen for the night that would have been erotically charged I could have began it so easy but I chose not to.

There were so many opportunities awarded but it wouldn’t have felt right kissing Lyssa or having sex after such a long duration. Apart from the both of us having moved on and losing all love, I couldn’t allow myself to ruin a perfectly good night of tender care by spoiling it with bad sex. After Lyssa and I broke up the sex just got worse with her quietly taking away some of the finer pleasures in which I know that if we delve into that domain I will be insatiable to her passionate pledge.

I knew that it would be straight sex and Lyssa would favor her positions instead of mine. I also knew that there would be no chance in hell of making my reverie true of any oral sex, Lyssa wouldn’t even put her hand on it. Therefore, it was in my best interest to leave the mystery within the mind of furthered passion and to just allow a great night of closeness.