[mesonsdad]

So...if you read the previous post entitled "Be Careful What You Wish!", this is what unfolded a few weeks after the initial Event referred to in that post. To summarize, for those who haven't read the previous post, I'll try to bring you up to speed. "Lisette," my lovely (ex)fiance, came over to "play" with me by allowing me to take pictures of her in outfits I would pick out for her. She had long, muscular legs, an impossibly firm ass, pouty, full lips, olive complexion and the most lustrous, thick, mid-back length hair I've ever seen. She would come over to my place and I'd ask her to "model" the various clothes (mostly sheer, or fishnet tops, no bra, and a thong or just thigh highs with no panties}. She called me one evening and said she wanted to come by and try on some new outfits she'd gotten. I said I'd love for her to come by, but my roommate, "Mick," was home and she was usually very modest, so I was caught a bit off guard when she replied, "So! I don't care! He's got his own room!"

I was a bit shocked at her boldness, but it was extremely arousing thinking about her getting into those erotic outfits while Mick was there. And I KNEW if Mick thought he could get a closer look at Lisette, he'd jump at it. Well, the evening turned out to be one of erotic thrills and spills that left me in the awkward position of being accountable for the lion's share of what took place. Suffice it to say, the happenings that flowed from that night were profoundly arousing, and I STILL get noticeably"turned on" when I think about it. There were, nonetheless, some misgivings on my part because I surreptitiously witnessed my "fiance" at the time do, say, and actively pursue things I would never have thought she could. One mitigating thing is that, at the time when this incident took place, Lisette and I were NOT in an exclusive or monogamous relationship, and we BOTH refused to place explicit boundaries on the relationship that we had at the time. The only thing that kind of gnawed away at my "ego" or my "expectations" was what most people who were close to us believed - that "Lisette" was far more "invested" in any potential for a relationship than was I. She seemed to some people we knew, including "Mick," almost a bit "obsessed" with me and whatever I was doing. The reality of seeing her being intensely sensual and overtly sexual with someone else kinda rocked the tiny boat my fragile ego was riding in, and it took me a few days to settle in on the notion that I had experienced a sort of "emotional salad" consisting of passion, pain, lust, greed, selfishness, arousal and, finally, a very brief period of what I can only describe as jealousy which lasted a few days until the "sexiness" of the moment displaced it.

Anyway, maybe a week after the occurrence of the "incident" that NEITHER Mick or Lisette ever revealed to me, I received a call from Lisette. She was in desperate pain (migraine, I think it was) and she was hoping I might be able locate some Vicodin for her. As it turned out, Mick had been dabbling in "pharmaceutical products" and, of course, he had Vicodin. "Mick has those, don't ya Mick?" I sort of interjected him into the conversation since he was right there. He looked a little puzzled and asked, "Have what?" "Vicodin," I replied. "Yeah. Sure. Why? Who needs 'em?" he asked. "Lisette," I replied. Lisette was half-sobbing and pleading into the phone, "Please! Please! Please! Honey, can you bring me a couple of those?" "Sure!" I replied, "Gimme a minute, ok?" "Oh, I love you!" she said with genuine appreciation.

As I ended the call, I felt my cock sort of shiver, obviously one step ahead of my twisted mind at work. Mick had gone to retrieve the Vicodin from his room and I began to think, "Hmmm! Wouldn't it be hot to send Mick over to Lisette's to deliver instead of me going?" When Mick returned from grabbing the pills I kind of yawned and asked him, "Man, would you mind going over there and taking those to her? I've got the money for them and I'll shoot you a couple dollars for gas." (Yes, a couple of dollars in 1996 was enough to get a couple gallons, and he drove an economy car and blah, blah, blah). He looked sort of confused as he said, almost inaudibly, "Yeah, I guess so. Don't you wanna go?" I stretched out on the couch and said, "Dude, I'm fucking ready to crash. I can go if you don't want to, but I'll probably fall out driving over there and head-on into a bus and get decapiated and ruin my paint job on my car, but..." He interrupted me, "Ok, I get it! I'll go." I thanked him and nestled into a "sleep posture" after giving him some cash.

He immediately headed into the bathroom and I could hear him going through the 'ritual' of manscaping or whatever it was that guys his age did to ready themselves for a night at the "clubs." (I'm about 8-10 years older than him, so I think there was some generational thing that had gone on that I somehow missed, so I found it peculiar that he and other guys of that age devoted a pretty large amount of time "prepping" for when they were going out). After about 15 minutes he came out of bathroom and was scurrying out the door wearing what was, at the time, a pretty "stylish" outfit and leaving behind a very nice scent of "Aqua Di Gio" or something like that. I was feigning severe drowsiness so I acted surprised when he said, "See ya in a bit." I offered a weak, "Drive careful," in reply. Then, just before he made it out the door I added, "Hey! Mick!" He stopped and turned to look at me and I sort of smiled and said, "Don't tell her I paid for those and see what she says." The look on his face was that of pure confusion. "What? Why don't you want me to tell her?" I winked at him and said, "See what she can offer you for all the trouble you're going through just for her fucking headache!" His face was contorted like he was trying to take an algebra test until I laughed out loud and waved him off. "Right!" was all that he could mumble as he shot out the door.

Now, my mind and my dick were in complete harmony, and I thought through the possibilities that would present themselves to each of them. I absent-mindedly stroked my stiffening rod as I lay there on the couch pondering the situation. It was about 10 minutes later that my phone rang. It was, as I pretty much knew it would be, Lisette. She was speaking in a near-whisper as I answered saying, "What the fuck is Mick doing here? I thought you were coming over." I loved this!! "Well," I began, "I'm really tired tonight and, besides, I was hoping you'd maybe feel like turning me on a whole bunch right now." "What? What do you mean, 'right now?" was her baffled reply. "You know...like the other day...when you were being so damned sexy it was driving me and Mick crazy!" "What the fuck are you talking about, Baby?" she replied with a tiny hint of being turned on by what she thought I was referring to. "Ok, Gorgeous," I led with, "do you have that cool-assed short jean skirt there with you?" "Yeah," she cautiously answered, "why?' "Baby, don't think I'm a total pervert, but the thought of you wearing that with no panties on in front of him makes my dick just about blow a hole in my jeans!"

I could hear a noticeable difference in Lisette's breathing. She sort of gasped and seemed a little breathless as she responded. "Your dick is getting hard right now? Ohhh, baby, that's making me wet!" I could hear her shuffling around with something as she spoke so I asked, "What are you doing?" "I'm putting on that short skirt you were talking about." "Oh,Yes!" was my response. I asked her if she would take her panties off and she offerred very minimal resistance to the idea. "Why would I do that?" she queried. "Because, Baby-Girl, I want you to sit across from him and give him a "teaser" of your sexy little pussy." I added, "It'll make him CRAZY, I'll bet." She chuckled at this and said, "I think you're the one that's crazy, Honey!" "So, are you wearing any panties, My Sexy-Goddess?" I pressed on. "No, I am not," she assured me and I reflexively started to rub my prick as it continued to gain size and strength resulting from the "mental picture" developing in my head as Lisette and I spoke.

"Ok, what kind of top are you wearing, Love?" I prodded. "I'm putting on a white blouse - you've seen it - the one that is kind of clingy and a little bit see-through" she reported matter-of-factly. "Ohgod! You are so fucking hot, Baby! Where's Mick, by the way?" I finally asked. "He's downstairs, waiting on me..." she said with a hint of impatience in her voice. "Ok, so are you going down there yet?" "I'm actually almost to the bottom of the stairs so I've gotta go." I felt left out and pleaded, "What? Why do you have to go? I want to hear you and what he says!" She compromised - "I'll call you in a few minutes and give you an update but he'll think it's weird if I'm kinda teasing him while you're on the phone." I heard her say, "Do you want a drink or something, Mick?" I could just make out him saying "Sure!" Lisette said, "I've got Vodka & Cranberry Juice. Is that ok?" "Yep!" I heard Mick say loudly which told me that he was probably in her front room, about 15 feet from the kitchen.

"Ok, Honey, I've gotta go" she said very softly into the phone. "Alright, alright!" I stammered, "but tell me first, how many buttons are unbuttoned on your blouse?" She laughed and said, "You really are a perv, aren't you?" I heard Mick say, "Did you something, Lisette?" She said, "No!" in response to Mick and tome she said "the first two buttons. I have to go, Honey." "Wait!" I begged, "just one more thing." "Hurry, Honey," she sighed. Unbutton the 3rd and 4th button, PLEASE!" "Alright! Ok, I did it! Now Bye! I'll call you in a few minutes," was her rushed reply and then she ended the call.

Wow! I was a ball of blue-balled energy and I was just letting my imagination run wild as I thought how hot this was. But, I really did want to be more "involved" and giving Lisette "instructions" as she teased Mick mercilessly. When 20 minutes had gone by I decided to call her and find out what was happening. The phone rang about 6 or7 times, then Lisette said "Hello," impatiently. "Hey, Gorgeous. You said you'd call me in 10 minutes or so...what's going on?" "Nothing," she answered seeming almost disappointed. "Well, did he get a look at your crotch?" "He DID as a matter of fact!" was the reply. "He did?" I asked, having a hard time visualizing how it happened. Did she sit across from him with legs slightly apart, or did she just drop the skirt and show him her pussy. As it turned out, Lisette informed me that Mick was holding a ladder she had climbed up on to retrieve a bottle of wine from. "So, you asked him to hold the ladder?" I asked suspiciously. "No!" she half-shouted. "I was in the kitchen and I was trying to get the bottle from that one shelf I have that's part of the stairwell. Anyway, I guess Mick was wondering where I'd taken off to because I took awhile getting the ladder and clearing out the junk in the way, so he came in and saw that I was pretty high up on the ladder and came over and steadied it for me." I had to ask, "So, did he get a pretty good look at your pussy?" Her response was "well, I started to come down the steps and he was looking straight up and he was saying, 'Take your time!' so I figured he had gotten a pretty good "luck" - oops! I mean "look!"

I could tell that she'd been drinking a bit since she was having a little bit of trouble speaking clearly. "What did you say when Mick said that?" I inquired. "I told that YOU had told me to wear that skirt and no panties!" "Wha...huh? Wh-why did you tell him that?" I stammered. "I didn't want him to think I was trying to get him all turned on and shit!" was her response. "Oh. That makes sense, I guess." I continued, "well, what are you doing now?" "Mick's getting ready to take off and I'm going to bed. I'm tired too, Honey," she said in a convincing voice. "Ok - well, if anything happens you gotta call me and at least let me hear what's going on!" I said in closing. "I will, Pervert!" she laughed, then followed up with, "Good night! I love you!" still whispering...

Anyway, this story lacks a conclusion. It was around 2200h when I last spoke to Lisette. As it turns out, after ejaculating 3 different times from the "stimulating" things that I assumed might be going on over there, I actually was exhausted. I fell asleep withn minutes of ending the call with Lisette. It was 0300h before Mick returned from her place which, even if he'd walked the whole way home, wouldn't have taken more than a an hour-and-a-half. So, erotic and super filled with mystery, my second installment of "How I Created a Perfect sl*t and Didn't Even Want To" concludes. This is, however, actually sort of a starting point, as Lisette and I began to experience many different things in unexpected ways, and I'll probably be wanting to share that with you all if you're interested.

(I'm sorta clumsy with the technology, but I did attach two files (JPEG) that pertain to future and even present posts - I'm just not sure where they end up w/respect to this post)