Chapter #46Chilly Receptions by: rugal b.   "I'm home!" you exclaim as you shut the front door behind you. Immediately you realize that was an incredibly pointless gesture on your part though. You're used to having to do it with your own mother after all because even though you're a senior she still likes to know you made it back safe, even if it's more out of ritual necessity at this point than practical necessity. But that's your mother. Lisa's, on the other hand...
You suddenly have a much clearer picture of her and who she is. Not just Lisa's mother but Lisa herself. Like stepping through that door and into Lisa's home was more than a simple physical act. It was like opening the door to Lisa's mind allowing you to step into a room where everything about her is right there, easily accessible and waiting to be picked out and used. You can be Lisa, of that you're now more confident than you had been back at the Crystal Cave. But confidence means nothing, you need proof.
You can smell food of some sort, did Lisa's mother cook? You're disabused of that notion as soon as you follow the smell to the kitchen where a pizza, still warm but having cooled off quite a bit, sits. Of course she didn't cook; she hasn't in quite a long time. Work keeps her too busy to worry about cooking she always says. No, it's Lisa that cooks and then only for herself and while it might be a tad arrogant Lisa thinks of herself as a pretty decent cook. Though maybe it's because she's the only one judging her cooking.
She can remember clearly the last time she tried to cook for the family, back early in the summer. It was a recipe she saw and that looked really good. She put a lot of effort into that dish and in the end only her father ate it and his response? The most unenthusiastic "it's fine" ever muttered by another human being. Her mother was out late doing work with a client -- a frequent occurrence for a highly in demand photographer -- so if she had any of it after getting home then Lisa wasn't aware of it. Since then she's never brought up the subject of cooking to her parents.
And lost in thought, it's the grumbling of your stomach that rouses you back to reality and in the direction of the pizza. So you grab a slice, put it on a plate and head off in the direction of her room. Along the way you, as you're passing by a room with a half open door a man -- older, paunchier, wearing glasses and with a receding hairline -- walks out of that room. You have to quickly halt yourself to stop from running into him. Though you wouldn't know it were you looking at him as yourself, as Lisa you know that this is her father.
"You're home late," he says in a manner that could charitably be described as distracted disinterest. Like it's something he has to say more out of courtesy than anything else.
"Not any later than usual," you reply. "Is mom here?"
"Haven't seen her," he mutters as he shuffles past you, "she's probably doing something for a client."
You do nothing but stare at him as he walks off in the direction of the kitchen before shaking your head. Lisa's father is a smart guy doing engineering work both for the city and on his own. But he's always been a fairly distant father... not much different from her mother.
In Lisa's room you throw yourself onto her bed. Nothing about this is exceptional, you realize. Well for you it is but not for her. Your father can be gruff and taciturn but you don't doubt that he loves you and you can remember countless times throughout your life he's been there to offer help or advice. That's to say nothing of your mother who's always been very generous with her attention and affection. Some times you'd feel like she was smothering you but she's always been there all the same.
But Lisa's parents...
It's not that she doesn't think that they don't love her but they're almost the total opposite of your parents, too absorbed in their own worlds. Lisa's been part of the chorus for years and she can count on one hand the number of performances they've been to... and that stopped once she was able to drive herself to and from events. Her academic accomplishments are never praised and in fact her parents never ask much about how or what she's doing in school.
In fact they don't ask about much at all. They never knew about Will Prescott, they only barely know about Geoff Mansfield for example.
Out of instinct, Lisa's instinct more than your own, you sit back at the head of the bed and hug yourself. You shiver with excitement as you do because it's something you yourself never really got to do when you were with Lisa. Sure you'd hugged her and such but never anything like the grabbing and caressing of her body you begin doing.
It's a wonderful body too, soft and sensitive as you run fingers over exceptionally smooth skin. The clothes you'd not long ago put on are removed with only a minimum of care. Lisa's body, your body, is laid bare and you can't help but delight as you gently rub and lift and pinch voluptuous breasts and massage a wonderfully sized and round ass.
Laying back on the bed you run your hands over thighs that are a little larger but soft and squishable. They work themselves up until you've reached the vulva. It's a shock when you do but you've worked yourself up so much that you don't want to stop. Lisa wants comfort, she needs comfort and you want to make her feel good. So you sink just a bit and allow her to guide you with all of the experience she's acquired.
You're pleasuring Lisa in a way that you could've only fantasized about while also making yourself feel wonderful in a way you've done countless times. In this way you work until, as you approach climax, the distinction between Will Prescott and Lisa Yarborough ceases to exist for the briefest of moments.
* * * * *
By the time you've woken up in the morning -- although really long before than -- any lingering doubts about your ability to play Lisa have left. Grasping at her mind, sinking yourself down into her personality, feels like second nature and you spend the early morning time the way she would as you shower, make a light breakfast, pick out an outfit and even apply a bit of makeup. All of it feels natural. Once you're ready you head outside and run into Susie Maitland, one of Lisa's neighbors and a popular Eastman student, and exchange some casual chit-chat about respective boyfriends.
Susie's a nice, charming girl and Lisa's always wanted to spend some more time with her but talking with her lately can be an exercise in frustration. Susie's always gushing about her basketball player boyfriend and the two, from these brief conversations, seem to have a healthy relationship. But Lisa and Mansfield? Well, the fact you can feel Lisa's own envy towards Susie says it all really.
But though, underneath the surface, the honeymoon period might be over (at least for Lisa), on the surface they're still very much a thing so much as you wish you could you can't just go and torch the relationship on day one. You still need to largely maintain the illusion. But you can certain get things started down the right path.
"This isn't like you," Mansfield protests as you stand with him out by his car in the school's parking lot, you turned around and him behind you with his arms clasped around your waist. "You're usually so eager to..."
You jump just a tiny bit as you can feel his lips press against your neck and though Will would want to slug him, Lisa's not the violent type. But you can find a nice middle ground so you stiffen. "No, Geoff. Not now," you say sternly before wriggling free of his grasp.
"I seriously don't know what's up with you this morning. You on your--"
"Don't finish that sentence," you interrupt while reaching forward to pinch his lips shut. You hold it like that for a few seconds before releasing your grip. "I'm kind of ticked with you right now. Do you know why?"
"Can't think of anything I did," he shrugs.
"That's the problem, Geoff. You didn't do anything," you chastise him. "I told you what Eva invited me out to and you didn't say anything."
"Well, I figured you weren't going to want to be interrupted from whatever it was you were doing."
"But you didn't even talk to me later," you complain as you bring your hands up to hug yourself. You want to show a bit of vulnerability, try and see if you can make him feel bad. "I spent all evening and all night alone, Geoff. I could've really used some company, you know?"
Mansfield reaches out and grasps one of your hand but quickly you pull it back.
"No way," you state, "I'm going to think of what you can do to make it up to me. You're not getting anything out of me until then." You try to add a bit of playfulness to mollify him a bit. He protests but you're having none of it and by that point you've since turned on your heel and made your way towards the school proper; alone.
Much as you'd love to just tear Mansfield down here and now you know you can't do it and it'd be incredibly out of character. But you can certainly play up Lisa's own frustrations towards her at times inattentive boyfriend and take pleasure in needling the jackass in any small way you can. But another feeling, not quite of dread but heavy in your gut all the same, begins to manifest as you get the stuff you'll need for first period.
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