The Other Shade of Lisa

3

"Hey babe". Lisa turned around to realize the strange boy was calling after her. It's been a couple weeks since that crazy party at her house and surprisingly, the amount of boys that saw her just because she went in the kitchen to get some water was countless.

She's been having boys stop her in school telling her how hot she looked in that tank top and short, ones she wore to sleep.

"Hey" she replied hoping it wasn't one of them.

"I'm Asher, I uhn... love your artwork, the one you exhibited today". He told her and for the first time, there was a boy speaking sense.

"Thanks, are you also a freshman?" She asked him and he shook his head no!

"Second year! I'm friends with Kay, your housemate". He told her and she couldn't help but mouth an "oh".

"I missed your party, heard it was craaaazzzy!" He said and she sighed for the second time, glad it wasn't about seeing her.

"It was not my party, Kayla and Sasha threw that! Thanks anyways for taking note of my work". She told him in response hoping he would finally let her go.

"You are welcome, I would love to show you some of mine as well. Some are in the school gallery from few competitions I won and some are at my house". He offered.

She wasn't exactly comfortable with his offer, going to a boy's house was not exactly part of how she was trained. It was too dangerous and she could be taking advantage of.

"I can check the gallery for them". She told him.

"The ones at my place would blow your mind". He told her. She was getting curious but wasn't sure she wanted to take the risk.

If he was friends with Kayla does that mean he is just like her? Not necessarily, she is friends with Sasha and is not a whore!

"Just arts!" He told her.

Her weak point was arts, great ones and she was curious as to how amazing these ones must be.

"Uhm.... I've got less than an hour" she told him and he smiled.

"That's more than enough". He replied her.

They were finally at his and she was amazed by his works, they were unique and perfectly made. They looked real and less of an art, this was exactly the kind of artist she wanted to become. How heavens sent him her way.

"These are amazing Asher". She told him.

He smiled glad that she loved them but more was to come.

"I have a secret collection" he told her and urged her to follow him which she did. She was a simp for arts and she knew it. It was more like he knew.

They went into a room and there they were, paintings filled with nudity. Lisa couldn't help but wonder what made him think she would love any of those? Bunch of naked boys and girls.

"I do erotic arts as well.... they sell like crazy". He said with so much enthusiasm that pissed her off even more. Was these what he wanted her to see? So much for him inspiring her with his arts, so much for wanting to become and artist like him.

"These are wrong! All shades of wrong!" She told him disgusted! Someone had to stand up again nude arts to save face of good artists.

"Really? What shade of Grey are you then? Lighter?" He asked confusing the daylight out of her. She looked somewhat confused and he noticed it. "50 shades of grey.... don't know it?" He asked her.

"I heard that, a movie they say. Mom said it is not exactly something I should watch but what has that got to do with this?" She asked him.

"Because you are Lisa Grey dummy and 50 shades of grey was erotic. You frowning at erotic arts made me wonder if you were truly Grey! Maybe lighter". He said laughing.

He was making fun of her and she knew it, she shouldn't have come here. This was nothing like she expected, well, not until he brought her into his den of immoralities.

To him, she was quite fascinating. A full blown lady with this banging body not aware of what she does to men around her.

"I should leave" she told him making a move to leave but he was quick to stop her, slamming the door shut right in front of her. His arm planted to the door and her back to him. 

He was so close to her that if she should turn around, they'd be kissing. His crotch was glued to her ass and that made her uncomfortable. She tried wriggling out of the position but she only managed grind against him making it all worse as he was getting a boner.

He held her in place by the waist with his other hand not sure if she was aware of what she was doing to him or not.

"If you keep doing that, I'd have no choice than for duck you right here, right now!" He told her.

Her body stilled immediately, no one had ever said such to her, it was her first. Those words sent some shiver down her spine and for some reasons her panties got damp.

He pushed against her, making her aware of his erection which made her gasp! It was the first time she felt a boys dick on her. She wasn't sure how to react. He had told her she was making things worse by moving.

"Then move away" She managed to tell him, her voice was as low as could be. He had got her where no one ever had and she wasn't sure what that feeling was. Her heart was beating so hard, she felt they would burst.

Instead of moving further away, he pushed further towards her getting her even damper than she was, he was rubbing his dick against her ass and she was loving it. She knew she had to stop this but her body was making her do otherwise.

She pushed back towards him which urged him on, he pushed her against the door and held her waist, keeping her steady while grinding his dick against her ass.

"Hmmm" A soft moan escaped her lips catching her off guard.

As much as he wanted to keep going, he wasn't the type to take advantage of a vulnerable virgin. He let go of her and let her rest weakly against the door.

"You see that? No one is a saint! You just have to get the taste of it first". He told her. The words sank into her head as she left, thinking about the brief moment from earlier and how much she enjoyed it.

She imagined how it would have felt to do the real thing. Was her mom wrong about all of these? It wasn't supposed to feel this good, it shouldn't have felt that good. It left her wanting for more, wishing he hadn't let go of her so she could blame it all on him.

Maybe, just maybe if she had not followed him but she was stupid enough to follow a strange boy home all in the name of arts.

Truth was, his erotic arts were perfectly made, she love every touch on them but the concept was wrong. She didn't wait to appreciate the art work itself but rather hastily judged them.

One encounter and she was starting to doubt every single thing she had believed. Boys were supposed to be bad, manipulative and opportunists but this had the chance to have her, she was vulnerable but he let her go.

Was her mom probably the one who had been lying all along?

"I want to explore! I believe I am ready!"