Lisa's Houseguest

(Note, this is a sequel to the story https://www..com/s/lisa-and-alan-and-gabriel, but can be read on its own.)

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"There's nothing like a weekend with the apartment to myself," Lisa thought as she brewed some coffee that Saturday morning. With a smirk on her face, she spread some butter and jam on her toast, and then went into the living room to watch some cartoons and enjoy the sunny morning, just like she did when she was a little girl. There was homework to be done later in the weekend, but for now, it was time for Spongebob.

Halfway through her breakfast, Lisa heard some stirring coming from her roommate Alan's room. "Ah, crap," she remembered. Alan was out of town, but his new girlfriend, Sofia, was crashing at their place that weekend because of a plumbing problem in her apartment. Lisa, of course, didn't mind Sofia. Well, she barely knew her enough to mind her. It was just the sudden disappointment of remembering that she wasn't, in fact, alone for the weekend, but with a houseguest. It changed her whole paradigm, starting with the fact that she was hanging out in just a long t-shirt, and that her plate and mug were sitting on the coffee table. Lisa felt the sudden need to bus them back to the kitchen. She wanted to be slovenly for a day or two, but simply couldn't knowing she had a guest.

As she rinsed her plate off at the sink, she felt the presence of Sofia entering the kitchen. "Good morning!" Sofia said, effervescently.

"Hi, good morning," Lisa said. She saw Sofia was fully dressed. "I'm sorry, I forgot you were here." Lisa looked down at herself in her long, thin, white Minnesota Vikings t-shirt that was actually her boyfriend's. It clung to her body somewhat scandalously, or so it suddenly felt to her.

"No problem, girl," Sofia said with a smile. "It's your pad. I'll try to stay out of your way." She went to the fridge for some juice.

Lisa watched Sofia in her black tank top and tight olive green jeans, as she bent over to grab the juice. Alan had been dating her for a few weeks now, though he wouldn't admit that they were in any way serious. But it was clear they got along and were into each other. Lisa could see why: Sofia was a gorgeous Indian, with medium-dark brown skin, long black hair, large brown eyes, an hypnotic accent, and she even had a beauty mark northeast of her lips, for God's sake. Her body cut an exotically seductive figure, but moreover, Sofia just had a way about her. She was confident, charming, and sexy, and when she was around Alan, he fed into it and off of it.

Now as Sofia was at a 90 degree angle fishing the Tropicana out of the fridge, Lisa caught herself staring straight at Sofia's ass while she was lost in thought. "God, to have an ass like that," thought Lisa. Her next thought was that Alan must like to grab it. Sofia's jeans were so tight that Lisa could almost see the outline of her lips just below. THEN she thought, "Why am I staring? I have such a perverted mind. Stop, Lisa, stop." She felt a brief wave of shame and some warmth in her cheeks.

Sofia stood up and turned around, her hair twisting like a movie starlet's. "Want any?" she offered.

"Uh, no, thank you," Lisa replied, with a sheepish smile. Sofia grabbed a glass from the cupboard and said, "Thank you again so much for letting me crash here. I'm so grateful just to have a working toilet." She finished pouring, looked up at Lisa for a second, paused, and asked, "Cold?"

Lisa responded with a little confusion, "Um, no, just minor allergies." Sofia stared at her with a grin, her eyes pointing slightly down. Lisa looked down and saw her recalcitrant nipples were poking through the "V" and the "S" on her Vikings shirt. They never seemed to behave. She turned bright red and giggled. "Oh, yeah, I guess I am a little chilly."

Sofia laughed, making Lisa feel even more awkward. Though it was no worse than being in a locker room, she always felt some humiliation about being seen. But the awkwardness always came with something else: a rush of some kind, that always turned her on....which made her feel more humiliated. And so on. It was as if Sofia had "caught" her checking out her ass and this was her way of exposing what Lisa considered her own naughty perversions...perversions Lisa both indulged and tried to shun. It probably went back to that time she was enjoying the gym shower's stream ricocheting off her body more than a little, and her phy ed teacher barked at her to get dressed and get to her next class.

"Happens to me all the time," Sofia chuckled. "And mine are dark. I've got to be careful what I wear sometimes."

"Yeah, I'll bet yours are nice," Lisa said clumsily. "I mean, I bet guys are always looking." Awkward, she thought. She was never very good at this kind of girl talk.

"Sometimes," Sofia conceded. She paused for a few moments, then changed the subject. "I meant to ask you: Can I use your laptop? I left mine at home, and Alan's got his. I have school emails with attachments I maltepe escort need to read, and I hate using my phone for that."

"Sure," Lisa said. "It's on my desk." She showed Sofia into her bedroom. "I'm going to take a shower. Use it as long as you want."

Lisa grabbed her clothes and towel and went to the bathroom. She brushed her teeth, and ran the water in the shower until it got warm. She took her shirt off and looked at her visage in the mirror as it began to fog. Her nipples were still firm. She felt embarrassment all over again, like Sofia had "one up" on her...even though it was no big deal. Lost in thought, she noticed a pink hairbrush on the sink. It had long, black hairs on it. "No wonder her hair always looks perfect," Lisa thought. "She probably brushes first thing in the morning, like a princess."

She stepped into the shower and went through her routine, trying to move past her mix of jealousy and embarrassment. "She'll be gone in a month," Lisa thought. She soaped her body, involuntarily replaying the moment in the kitchen in her head, imagining Sofia bent over the fridge, this time stark naked. It was as if Lisa's dirty thoughts couldn't be tamed sometimes. She pictured that it was she, Lisa, walking in on an embarrassed and naked Sofia. "Well, well, so this is the Indian goddess," she'd remark. "Let's see your wonderful brown nipples. Turn around, Miss Perfect." Poor Sofia would turn around, embarrassed, trying in vain to cover herself.

The more she imagined her silly revenge, the more butterflies Lisa felt. Sofia was indeed a beauty. A thought crossed Lisa's mind. Her minor revenge fantasy had her feeling deviant. "Dare I?" she asked herself. She pulled the shower curtain ajar and glanced at the hairbrush. Then she grabbed it and closed the curtain.

Lisa was not the kind of girl to use sex toys. She wasn't against them, just too shy to go to a store or even to order them online. Having dildos and vibrators just seemed like something other girls did...girls like Sofia, who were confident in their sexuality, flaunted it, joked about it. Instead, Lisa had occasionally resorted to different objects over the years: A sofa arm, a pillow, a cucumber, a shampoo bottle. Once, her classmate returned from Paris and gave her a lollipop shaped like the Eiffel Tower. Later that week, she masturbated with it and threw it away, partly out of shame, partly because she wasn't going to eat it after that. Another time, she experimented with a banana, and though she rinsed it off afterwards she felt all kinds of weird when she saw her dad peel it and eat it.

And now, here she was, in the shower, with the handle of Sofia's hairbrush deep inside her. With one hand she moved it in and out. With the other, she positioned the handheld shower head to massage her clit. The shower head wasn't even necessary, though, as just the thought of Sofia's brush handle in her pussy - with Sofia in the next room - gave Lisa one of the fastest and fiercest orgasms she'd ever had.

When it was over, she stepped out of the shower and set the brush down. Drying off, it dawned on her that the brush, and its hairs, were wet. Using her towel, she did her best to dry the brush. But the hairs remained wet, so she pulled as many off as she could. Lisa felt like a perpetrator on one of those true crime shows she was always watching, doing her futile best to cover up the clues. "Hopefully she doesn't need to brush her perfect hair again," Lisa thought snarkily.

Having covered up her deed, Lisa put her clothes on and walked to her room. Sofia was still at the computer.

"Is everything working okay?" Lisa asked politely as she hung up her towel.

"Yeah," Sofia responded, somewhat curtly.

"I can make some more coffee, if you want some," Lisa offered.

"No, that's fine."

Something had changed. Lisa felt her heart race. Had she somehow been heard? Seen? She thought she'd been quiet.

Sofia closed the laptop and said, "I gotta go." She walked to the hall, grabbed her bag and keys, and left without saying goodbye. Lisa stood there, wondering what was the matter. She went over the last twenty minutes and reasoned that there was no way she could have been seen or heard.

The day passed, and by evening Lisa was still alone. She sat on the sofa eating popcorn and drinking a little white wine. She was watching Sex