Christina's Adventures Part 6 (Evening, Wine, Lisa)

Tired of lying in the sun, we went to change.

Lisa: "I'm so hungry, do you have anything at your place?"

Me: "No, we need to order something."

We got in a taxi, drove home, and I got a message from my mom.

Mom: "I'll be late, don't wait up."

Oh, mom's disappearing somewhere again today, I thought. And I showed the message to Lisa.

Me: "Well, are you staying over?"

Lisa: "Yeah, sure."

Lisa's eyes sparkled and her mood suddenly became cheerful.

I texted mom that Lisa was staying over. Mom replied with an approving smiley.

Entering my room, Lisa opened the nightstand and started looking through my things.

/> Me: "Did you lose something in there?"

Lisa: "Am I supposed to wear street clothes?"

Sighing in annoyance and shaking my head, I opened the wardrobe door and said, "Choose."

Lisa spent a long time examining my lingerie.

Lisa: "Did you decide to collect all the collections?"

Me: "I really like sexy lingerie."

Lisa: "Yeah, you have good taste."

Taking a short red silk robe, Lisa looked at me. "Take it," I muttered.

Throwing it on the bed, she started pulling her dress over her head. I saw she was wearing mint-colored cotton thongs with a wide lace waistband; the panties had no lining, and her pussy was visible through the lace. Looking up, I saw a white bra.

Me: "Ooh, not a matching set! Minus points for you, girlfriend."

Lisa: "Pfft, found something to nitpick."

Finishing her sentence, she gently slipped off her bra, revealing her beautiful, petite breasts. Her pink nipples had bone-shaped piercings. Under her breasts was a floral-style tattoo that spread with flowers and branches beneath them. A cherry blossom stretched up her right leg to her ribs. A small rose flower was visible under her panties. There were pretty leaves on her collarbones and three cute birds flying towards her ear on her neck. The sight made a pleasant tingle play in my lower belly. My eyes ran over her body. Lisa gently lowered her arms along her sides and adjusted her panties. Her pubic mound protruded slightly forward, adding an erotic touch to her body. She threw the robe over herself, hiding her beauty.

Lisa: "Had a good look?" (She asked with a smile.)

Me: "The tattoos and piercings look very sexy!" (I said, a little embarrassed.)

Lisa: "Yeah, I like looking at myself too."

Lisa lay on the bed and looked at me. Turning sideways to her, I started pulling down my shorts. The fabric slowly slid down, and Lisa appreciated my round, ball-like hips.

Lisa: "Whoa, wow, if I'd known, I would've brought popcorn."

Taking off my shorts and tank top, I was left in purple Y-shaped thongs that barely covered my pubic mound. Lisa didn't take her eyes off me and slowly rubbed her legs together. It was stuffy, and I decided to put on a gray-blue set consisting of a bra-top and high-waisted thongs with a wide band.

Me: "Well, shall we go?"

Lisa: "Where?"

Me: "To order food! Or have you changed your mind?"

Lisa jumped off the bed and, shouting "Let's go!", headed to the kitchen.

After the food arrived, we sat on the sofa in the living room.

Lisa: "Maybe we should have a drink?"

Me: "Okay, but just a little. I have training tomorrow!"

Lisa: "Yeah, I remember, to conquer Mikhail!"

Me: "No, I'm going to train."

Lisa: "What if he's already slept with Daria? Will you keep training with him?"

Me: "Well, how does that affect the training?"

I asked, going to the kitchen for glasses and wine. Returning and pouring the wine, we could finally eat.

Lisa: "Good thing it's leather!"

Me: "What's leather?"

Lisa: "Well, the sofa!" (She started speaking with her mouth full.)

Not understanding why it was good that the sofa was leather and not having time to ask, Lisa spilled some wine on it.

Me: "Now I understand why!"

Lisa: "Give me a napkin before I smear it."

Lisa started wiping the wine off her thighs, and I wiped the sofa between her legs. Lisa squeezed my hand with her legs and started moving up and down on it. I grabbed her panties, pulling them slightly. Lisa froze with a smile and spread her legs. I pulled her panties even tighter and let go.

Lisa: "You idiot, that actually hurts."

Me: "Don't whine, you said you like it rougher."

After eating, Lisa started looking for some movie.

Me: "Are you going to dig around there for long?"

Lisa: "I'll find it now."

Me: "Just not porn!"

Lisa: "Don't worry, you'll like it. It's a romance with elements of light erotica."

The movie started, and almost immediately, the main character was fucking the queen of a captured state. I looked at Lisa, raising an eyebrow. Lisa smiled a silly smile as if she didn't know it would be like that.

I snatched the remote from Lisa to turn it off. Lisa jumped on me, causing me to fall back onto the sofa. Lisa's face was opposite mine. She laughed and buried her face in my neck.

Lisa: "You're not mad at me, are you?"

Me: "For what?"

Lisa: "Well, for my constant antics?"

Me: "I'm used to it by now, and it would be boring without it. Aren't you bored with me?"

Lisa: "Pffft, nooo, you also periodically do crazy stuff worse than me!"

Me: "Like what?"

Lisa: "Well, for example, sleeping with a married neighbor, fucking in a car with a guy who likes your mom! Stealing the boyfriend of the school's Miss Year and then dumping him after the first sex! Dancing with a friend in the city center and making out! Drinking a bottle of wine and screaming that you're Madame Wine!"

Me: "Haha, well yeah, why should us beauties settle for little things!?"

Lisa: "Did you like dancing with me in the car then?"

Me: "Lisa, that was far from the first time we danced dirty like that; usually, it's when we're drunk. This time, apparently, the tea was fun."

Lisa inhaled the scent of my hair and wrapped her arms around my shoulders. Everything between us was wet. I felt a drop of sweat run down my stomach.

Lisa: "You smell so good. Can I have some shampoo?"

Me: "Sure. Maybe you could get off me? I'm all wet!"

Lisa: "Where?"

Lisa lifted herself on her elbows and looked at me. In her eyes, I saw that sparkle again. Her hand slowly rose to my neck, slightly choking me, then descended to my lips and slowly began to kiss me. The kiss was gentle at first; her girlish lips played with mine. It was so pleasant and sweet; the smell of wine from her lips was intoxicating. I never thought kissing a girl could feel so good. Thoughts swirled in my head about whether this was all right, but I was getting turned on by her sight myself. The rain outside distracted me from my thoughts; it started beating hard against the window, and the room darkened. Her lips became more insistent; her tongue slipped between mine. I parted my lips, letting her tongue go deeper. She smoothly and gently slid her tongue over mine. Lisa pulled away from my lips.

Lisa: "You're trembling so much!"

Me: "Shut up and come here!" (I grabbed her by the neck and dug my lips into hers.)

I took her by the hips and pulled her towards me. My nails moved from her ass to her shoulder blades, making her arch like a cat and sway her hips. Lisa pulled away from my lips and sat on me. Pulling the robe's belt, it opened, and Lisa threw it off, remaining only in her panties. Her slim, beautiful body was covered in goosebumps. Rising to her and hugging her, we continued kissing. My hands squeezed her small ass. With a smooth motion, I ran my hand and spread her thighs; my finger began sliding between them, occasionally reaching her pussy. Her fingers dug into my hair, and with a sharp movement, she threw my head back, exposing my neck. Her lips immediately moved there; hot, wet kisses left moist traces. I started pressing harder on her hole, making her pant heavily into my wet neck.

Lisa: "Chris, don't stop, it feels so good." (She moaned.)

Sitting on me, she started moving her hips. Biting into my lips, I felt the vibration on my lips from her moans. Every inhale and exhale of hers filled the kiss and made it more arousing. She pressed her pussy tightly against me and slowly moved her hips.

Breaking the kiss, a thin thread of saliva hung between us, and without thinking, I licked it off her lips.

Lisa: "I can't take it anymore." (She moaned plaintively.)

Taking off my bra, she pushed me onto my back. Her body pressed against mine; I felt her erect, sharp nipples and the cold piercing on my stomach. Her lips enveloped my nipple; I cried out in surprise. Her tongue swirled around the nipple on the tender skin, alternating with rough bites, making me moan and writhe. With her hand, she played with my other breast, twisting the nipple, bringing me to the edge between pleasure and pain.

Lisa's hand started sliding down, digging her nails into my skin and leaving red stripes on my stomach. Her hand stopped at the waistband of my panties and pressed on my lower belly. Lisa bit my lower lip, and her hand slowly slid under my panties, pressing on the skin. Her hand ran over my pubic mound, and her fingers descended to my pussy, smoothly and along its entire length, slightly spreading it, then continued moving towards my ass.

My body wouldn't obey me and arched from Lisa's caresses. Her fingers, reaching the bottom of my pussy, started moving upward, spreading it and letting my juices flow out. Stopping on my clit, her tender fingertips began smooth circular motions on it—first barely touching, then harder, faster. My breathing became ragged, and my stomach tensed in anticipation. Her finger gently slid deep inside, and I felt everything inside clench as if trying to hold the finger. She gave no respite and inserted a second one, stretching me. Juice flowed from my pussy, and my panties were soaked through.

Lisa: "You're so wet..."

I didn't have time to answer. Her fingers found the most pleasurable spot and began tickling and pressing on it. From the torture, I bit my lip and moaned even louder. Lisa moved her hips in time with her fingers, as if entering me. Everything inside pulsed and ached pleasantly. Her fingers spread apart and moved, creating waves of pleasure that spread hotly through my body. My thighs shook, following her rhythm. Moans filled the living room. I dug my nails into her legs, leaving marks.

Me: "Take them out, please." (I rasped.)

Lisa pulled her fingers out with a sharp movement, accompanied by a quiet but distinct sound of air escaping from me.

With a smooth motion, Lisa took off my panties and slapped my pussy with her palm, making me shudder.

Lisa: "I want to hear how good it feels for you."

She said, running her wet fingers over my lips, smearing my juices on my skin. I took two fingers into my mouth and tasted my salty flavor.

Lisa: "Mmmmm, Chris, you do that so sweetly!" (She said sweetly.)

I felt her knee spread my legs. Running her fingers over my tongue, she pulled them out and ran them over my lips. Her lips pressed against my neck, and sticking out her tongue, she started moving downward. Her palms cupped my breasts, leaving only my erect nipples pointing upward, and began gently squeezing. Her tongue ran down the center of my stomach, made a circular motion into my navel, and continued downward.

The sharp, hot touch of her tongue to my pussy was like a splash of ice water, making me cry out and grab her hair. I lifted my legs, bending them at the knees, and pointed my toes. She slowly moved from the very bottom to the top, lingering on the bump, making me jerk and clench her hair. When her teeth lightly squeezed my clitoris, I screamed, feeling a wave building deep in my stomach. Her tongue thrust into my pussy and entered me; her teeth dug into my skin. My legs collapsed onto the sofa, pressing my heels down, and I started lifting my pelvis. Her hot tongue moved inside, giving no rest; her finger vibrated on my clit. I screamed and writhed, trying to pull away from her. Her hands wrapped around my legs, and her tongue went in and out of me. Lisa's head moved between my legs, adding passion. Every second, I felt hotter; I was at the peak of arousal.

Me: "Li-i-isa!" (I howled.)

Grabbing her hair, I pulled her away from me. My juices dripped from her chin, and there was fire in her eyes. Getting up and kneeling, Lisa started stroking herself through her panties. Kneeling in front of her, I took her by the ass and slapped it loudly, squeezing the skin. My hand replaced hers; my fingers began gently massaging her pussy through the pleasant fabric. Lisa's body moved in a dirty dance, lowering onto my fingers.

Me: "Now it's my turn." (I said passionately.)

Grabbing her by the throat, Lisa's eyes rolled back. I pushed her onto the cold leather sofa, making her breath catch for a second. With a sharp motion, I pulled off her panties, soaked to a thread, and showed her the wet spot.

Me: "You've been waiting for this for a long time, huh?" (I asked with a brazen smile.)

Lisa: "Yes, Chris!" (She said through ragged, heavy breathing.)

Running my hands from her knees to her pussy, I spread her legs. Her pussy greeted me with swollen, slightly parted lips, everything wet between them. Running my finger between her lips and lightly scratching her clit, Lisa jerked, letting out a stifled moan.

Lisa: "Fuuuck." (She said, floating away with pleasure.)

My tongue plunged into her small pussy. I felt the heat inside and started moving my tongue like a cat lapping milk. Juice started flowing from Lisa. Her thin hands clenched my hair, and her thighs squeezed my head.

Lisa: "Aaaah, so suddenly." (She said, lifting her back off the sofa.)__P_END