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JUPITER RISING
Chapter Four
I was standing in the bathroom the next morning when I noticed that,
somehow, my shoulders seemed a little broader. Lisa came in behind me
and plopped down on the commode and peed.
ÒDid you stick your thing into my private last night?Ó Lisa asked me,
scrunching up her cute little nose and looking up at me. I gazed down at
her, a blush slowly creeping across my face.
ÒWhat makes you think IÕd ever do a thing like that?Ó I asked her.
She looked at my dick, which was hard again with the morning, and pointed
with her finger.
ÒThat,Ó Lisa said, and pointed at my boner.
ÒOh, that,Ó I said, my blush deepening. ÒAll guys get this. ItÕs called
morning wood,Ó I told her. ÒIt canÕt be helped,Ó I assured her.
ÒJust donÕt stick it in me without asking me first,Ó Lisa said. She
wiped herself and hopped off my toilet. ÒAnyways, I know you did,Ó she
said. She looked at me accusingly. Then she broke into a big smile.
ÒAfter all, you bought me!Ó she cried. She hugged me. She pressed her
face right into my loins, oblivious to the fact that my boner was pressed
stiffly up against my belly as her head hove in against me. ÒOooh you have
big balls,Ó Lisa said. She drew back from me after a moment but cupped
my testicles gently in the palm of one of her little hands. My sac
overflowed her palm. ÒYouÕll sire many children,Ó she said to me. I gazed
at her little belly and wondered, absently, if any of the children she was
speaking of might come by way of her cute stomach.
ÒMaybe,Ó I said. I looked up and as I regarded my image in the
mirror, with little Lisa reflected there too, cupping my balls, I noticed
that my hairline didnÕt seem to recede quite as much as it had the day
before. I lifted my hand and pressed my hair back. Silently I measured the
space of flesh above my eyebrows, the width of my forehead. Yes, I
definitely had more hair there. And my shoulders were definitely broader
too. I flexed my arms and my chest.
ÒYouÕre handsome!Ó Lisa said, gazing up at me while still holding my
balls in her hand, my penis wavering just past one side of her head.
ÒThanks,Ó I said to her. I felt puzzled. How was I, a nerdy guy,
suddenly looking so handsome? So much better? We played video games
indoors all that day, despite the fact that there was some commotion
outside again about something or other. Generally I might have wondered
more about it but when youÕre a 30-year-old nerd, with a junior Playmate
in your apartment, and you and she are spending the whole day naked in
front of your T.V. set, playing your favorite video games, you donÕt notice
too much. This time when Lisa sat on my lap my bare cock fit quite
pleasantly for me, and a bit uncomfortably for her, right up into her tight
little bottom crack. But she let me keep it there, even after I shot off and
wet the floor in front us, and our chair, and her bottom. Later I grew hard
again and shot off once more. Then we retreated to my shower and played
around some more, with a bar of soap and the water running. Bed time
came early, with both Lisa and me under the covers by seven p.m. This
time she was awake when I entered her. I still didnÕt push hard enough to
break her hymen, but I did shoot up into her. She said it felt funny having
my white wet sperm up inside her little body.
When I awoke the next morning Lisa was already up. She was sitting
naked inside my front door, her legs spread, my cum still staining her bare
pudenda. Boxes of cookies were spread out around her and she had already
eaten her way through most of the turtles.
ÒWant one?Ó Lisa asked me as I walked out from my bedroom. She
held up a turtle with a bite taken out of it. Her face was smeared with
chocolate as thoroughly as her pussy was smeared with my sperm.
ÒNo thanks. IÕm not really into carmel covered chocolate for
breakfast,Ó I told her. I walked naked to the refrigerator. As usual I was
Òhard with the morning,Ó this time especially hard owing to the presence
of my little eight-year-old playmate. ÒOhhh,Ó I gasped, as my boner met
the cold air flowing out of the refrigerator. The air washed up my belly
and down my thighs. ÒMaybe I should go put something on before I try to
cook something,Ó I said.
ÒWhaÕcha makinÕ?Ó Lisa asked me several minutes later, when IÕd
pulled on some shorts and a t-shirt. She stood on tip-toe, smelling the
Egg Beaters IÕd torn open and put into a skillet.
ÒScrambled eggs,Ó I told her. I looked down into her pretty face
with her big brown eyes and her long hair flowing down around her cheeks,
on past her neck and over her slim shoulders to form a kind of dress for
her naked body. ÒI learned how to make these awhile ago. TheyÕre pretty
easy. You just stir them around.Ó
ÒLet me!Ó Lisa cried. Unfortunately she couldnÕt reach up high
enough to grab the spoon and get at the skillet. And I didnÕt want her
scalding her little body.
ÒGo get some clothes on,Ó I told her. Lisa went into the living room
where my T.V. was. She found her skirt. Unfortunately it still had my
sperm on it.
ÒUck,Ó Lisa said. She looked down at herself as she stood holding
her skirt. ÒMaybe I should go take a bath.Ó
ÒThatÕs probably a good idea,Ó I told her, still stirring my Egg
Beaters.
ÒUsually I only take a bath at night but I guess I should,Ó Lisa said.
She went into the bathroom and then came back out again. ÒYouÕre
bathtubÕs still dirty,Ó she told me.
ÒWell, get an S.O.S. pad and clean it,Ó I said to her. My Egg Beaters
were done. I turned off my stove and put the scrambled eggs onto a plate.
ÒWant some of these?Ó I asked her. Lisa felt her tummy with her hands.
ÒNo, IÕm full,Ó she said.
ÒUsually I just have cereal but IÕm trying to set a good example for
you,Ó I told her. ÒIf you wait Ôtill IÕm finished eating IÕll go clean the tub
for you.Ó
ÒOkay,Ó Lisa told me. We sat in my one chair at my dining table. She
tried playing with Baby Pac Man while I ate my eggs. Her bottom wiggled
nakedly in my lap, giving me a new boner. Afterwards, with my boner stiff
in my pants, I cleaned the tub for her.
ÒDo you think you need to go home?Ó I asked Lisa when sheÕd gotten
out of the tub and was using my brush on her hair.
ÒNo,Ó Lisa said to me, looking at my reflection in the bathroom
mirror. Her hair was long and wet, hanging down past her waist. There
were streaks of blonde faintly visible in her brown locks, evidence of her
many hours in the sun before sheÕd met me. She had one of my t-shirts on.
It hung down almost to her knees. ÒI donÕt want to go home. I want to go
to Disneyland.Ó I thought about it for a moment. Unlike the novels and
movies the media puts out, there wasnÕt any need for us to separate. I
wasnÕt trying to use her and get rid of her. And for whatever reason, she
hadnÕt yet gotten bored with me.
ÒThat sounds like a good first date,Ó I told her. I watched her
brushing her hair and admired how lovely she looked. The girl was smart.
Going home would probably just cause problems for both of us. Her
parents would be hysterical. TheyÕd pump her for information until she
got me in trouble. Now that I thought about it, it was better for both of us
if we just kept the fun going. ItÕs a pity when two people canÕt just enjoy
each other and then go their separate ways, but like it or not, we were
now bound to each other. We were sort of like a black man and a white
woman in the American south who had fallen in love. There was no going
back, especially if the white woman had helped the black man escape being
a slave. In our case Lisa had rescued me from an aging virginity. And IÕd
rescued her from something, I wasnÕt sure what. Maybe it was better not
to know. ÒAlright, weÕll go to Disneyland,Ó I told Lisa. ÒBut the only
money IÕve got is what I gave you.Ó
ÒWeÕll use it,Ó Lisa said confidently. She smiled at me in the mirror.
ÒBut I gave it to you,Ó I told her. ÒI donÕt want to be an Indian
giver.Ó
ÒYouÕre not a Indian giver if you take me to Disneyland,Ó Lisa told
me. ÒAnd if you let me keep three dollars.Ó She scrunched up her nose and
thought a moment. ÒNo, five dollars. You bought a box of cookies.Ó
ÒAre you sure you didnÕt eat my box of cookies?Ó I asked her,
remembering all those ripped open boxes of turtles inside my front door.
ÒHmmm. Maybe I did,Ó Lisa said. I looked at myself in the mirror,
standing behind her, my boner poking out at her in my shorts. Did I look a
little taller this morning? It seemed that I did. And boy, my muscles
were really developing. How could that be, when I hadnÕt been lifting
weights recently? I was the sort of person who vowed to lift weights, did
it regularly for a week or two, and then slacked off for a year. Yet here I
was, looking tall and strong and (I turned vainly and admired myself)
handsome! Even my face seemed sleeker, more aristocratic, a bit God-
like, I thought. I noticed Lisa looking at me as she brushed her hair. I
wanted to ask her if I seemed different to her, but this was only our third
day together. If I was changing, she wouldnÕt be the one to recognize it,
would she? Lisa smiled at me.
ÒYou look radish,Ó she said.
ÒHuh?Ó I asked her.
ÒYou look radish.Ó
ÒYou mean radical?Ó I asked.
ÒUm, yeah, whatever,Ó Lisa said. She blushed a little. When she was
done brushing her hair we went out to my car.
If I had changed, my car hadnÕt. It was still a Yugo. A beat-up Yugo,
that made people laugh when they saw me driving it. A geek in a geek
mobile, and I hadnÕt helped matters by plastering the back of it with
various U.F.O. and Star Trek stickers.
ÒYour limoÕs ready, I see,Ó Lisa said to me, holding my hand as we
crossed the alley to the parking stall that held my car. In those days I
lived in a place called Waterford Cove. The ÒwaterÓ part was reasonably
explained. A man-made river ran between the apartments. A nice if
somewhat weedy touch. But the ÒcoveÓ part was inexplicable. I guess the
alley in back was thought to resemble a cove, by somebody, although with
three stinky dumpsters it was a hard sell. As usual, after nine in the
morning on a weekday, the parking stalls were mostly empty. Lisa and I
got into my Yugo. I had to clear some trash off her seat to give her a place
to sit down. I pushed the trash onto the floor, which wasnÕt too much of a
problem for her, since her feet didnÕt quite touch the floor.
ÒYou should probably put on your seatbelt,Ó I told Lisa.
ÒHmmm. You sound like my mom,Ó Lisa said. ÒHow far is
Disneyland?Ó she asked me.
ÒAbout six hours,Ó I told her. ÒI guess weÕll be staying over night.Ó
ÒThen letÕs get the cookies!Ó Lisa cried.
ÒAlright,Ó I answered. We got out of my car and went back inside my
apartment. We collected up what was left of the cookies, with special
attention paid to getting all of the turtles. Then we hustled back out to
my car, eager to get going to Disneyland. Just as I was starting my Yugo
Lisa said she wanted to go back inside again.
ÒI canÕt forget Pawsly!Ó Lisa cried.
ÒWho?Ó I asked. I didnÕt realize that she meant my stuffed Lion.
After all, it had sat unnamed in my closet for ten years. It could stay in
my apartment, for all I cared, but Lisa insisted. So I left my car running,
to inspire her to hurry, and gave her my front door key. She dashed back
inside and came out with my lion, which was now hers.
ÒGot Ôim,Ó Lisa beamed.
ÒDid you lock my front door?Ó I asked her.
ÒOoops,Ó Lisa said. I waited again while she ran back to my
apartment. It was only when we were going down the highway, heading
out of the sprawl of Sanramento and down I-5, that I noticed something
incredible. IÕd left my glasses back at my apartment. IÕm blind as a bat,
but somehow today IÕd gotten up and done all these things with Lisa,
without ever wearing my glasses. And now I was driving! We sailed past
a police cruiser going in the opposite direction, and I thought of my
restricted driverÕs license, saying Òvision correction requiredÓ.
ÒWell, but if my eyes have really improved, I guess they canÕt make
me wear them,Ó I said out loud.
ÒHuh?Ó Lisa asked.
ÒMy glasses!Ó I told her. ÒIÕm seeing without them. Perfectly, as
best I can tell.Ó Lisa smiled and hugged Pawsly.
ÒThatÕs good,Ó she said. ÒThatÕs weally good.Ó
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