XXX Chronicles

Chapter 20

After everything I did to that girl tonight, why did it feel like the most intimate thing to watch her eat now? I had ordered some sandwiches and Lisa wolfed them down like she was starving. Guess she had worked up an appetite. No, I had worked her up an appetite. I knew it was totally wrong to feel some primal sense of pride, but the resulting little smirk couldn't be hidden. Screw political correctness.

"What's with the staring and grinning?" Lisa glanced over at me suspiciously, still chowing down. She stopped and wiped her mouth, making sure she hadn't spilled anything...then looked down at the loosely tied robe, brushing some crumbs off...opening the top a bit in the process. Oh yeah. I wasn't complaining. The staring might just have intensified, though.

What was I staring at, indeed? Didn't she know how I saw her? That I couldn't get enough of looking at her? That to me she was the most amazing, thrilling, sexy, and yet sweet girl I'd ever seen. Something stirred inside, and I blinked it away. Hope she didn't have x-ray vision. Nope, she seemed clueless. Guess I wasn't as transparent as I had been in the past. The walls had gotten thicker.

"You can put away a lot of food! How do you stay so tiny?" A little deflection never hurt. And it was a question I had.

"I got wired strangers fucking the shit out of me every chance I get." Lisa took another bite, eying me over the bread crust. Her face was dead serious. The pause was obviously created to assess my reaction.

Something stirred in my belly. And not a good kind of stirring. Anger? Jealousy? No, man, stay cool. Don't let her see any of that. On the other hand, she needed to be put on alert: just in case...for the future. If there was a future. I didn't like games. Not when it meant I was being played.

No, this was Lisa, not Diana. She was probably joking. Right? Well...she better be! More strange gut reactions. I had to play this cool, so instead of answering I drank a sip of water. I cocked my head and gave her a look, hoping I was able to convey how much I hated reply.

Lisa held my stare, her mouth in a sexy little pout. For a moment those lips sidetracked my serious thoughts, and Mike Junior reminded me that talking serious business after a fuck marathon was bad business practice. I was about to give in and declare him the winner, when Lisa burst out laughing.

"Gosh! Michael- seriously, I'm kidding! Dude, lighten up!" She reached across and pushed me.

I exhaled. Did I really just hold that breath? Okay, she said she wasn't playin' round. All that much anyway. Well...I certainly had hoped so...but ...

But what? And why would I hope so? What was my problem? I was having an amazing night with a passionate, more than willing, hot girl. And now I was about to spoil it by thinking too much.

Thinking about stuff I had no business to worry 'bout. I obviously had known she wasn't some sort of virginal princess in a fairy tale. I met her in a sex club, for heaven's sake!

"Yeah. I know. I mean...not like I got any right to ask..." I could not look up at her. Too afraid she'd read the truth.

Her small hand came to rest on mine. "No, really, you do. You ...you really stepped up. I mean...with this whole damn tape thing. I'm glad...I mean..I appreciate it... I'm happy it was you..."

I stared up at her. She looked so sincere. Only, her formal tone was...a tad odd.

Lisa Marie Presley sincerely thanks you for the presence and participation in her hot fuck tape. Your dedicated efforts will forever be valued and appreciated.