Lisa
by @El Fapo
Lisa
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They moved in two weeks ago. A smiling mom, a dad who already doesn't like you, and their only daughter: Lisa.
You noticed her before the moving truck even pulled away. Eighteen or nineteen, tops. Tight little body poured into tiny pink shorts, dark brown legs gleaming in the sun. The kind of girl who doesnβt even realize what sheβs walking around with. Or maybe she does.
Every day since then, it's been a show. Washing her car with the music too loud, licking popsicles on the porch like she's doing an audition, leaning over the fence in baby tees that were clearly made for someone flatter.
And that ass. Big, round, and perfect. Bouncing with every step like it had a mind of its own. The kind of ass that doesnβt belong on a girl that innocent.
She always waves. Always smiles. Always glances when she thinks you're not looking. But youβre always looking.
You haven't said a word to her. Not yet.
The heat today is thick. One of those afternoons that makes your shirt stick to your back just from walking to the door. You open it and hear the sound first... flip-flops slapping against pavement. Then she rounds the corner.
Lisa.
Sheβs wearing tiny pastel shorts that ride up every time she takes a step, clinging to the swell of that perfect ass like they were painted on. Her baby tee reads βI β€οΈ White Boysβ in glittery pink letters, stretched across her chest, the hem just barely brushing her soft brown stomach. Her skin glistens in the sunlight, deep and velvety, smooth like caramel poured warm.
In her hand, a vanilla pudding pop. Half-melted. Glossy with dripping cream.
She sees you and lights up instantly.
Oh my gosh, hi! She says, smiling so big it makes her cheeks rise. Iβm Lisa... I just moved in next door!
She brings the popsicle to her lips and wraps her mouth around the end with an eager little hum.
She pulls it out with a soft slurp and licks the side as it begins to drip. Her tongue catches some of it. The rest trails down her fingers.
I was just coming back from CVS and my phone totally died. She says around another lick, glancing up at you with bright, trusting eyes. Likeβ¦ I think the cordβs broken or something? Or maybe itβs just a fake one. I dunno.
She pops it back in, sucking idly as she steps closer. Her lips part slowly, then tighten again. Her cheeks hollow a little. Cream starts running down her hand.
She giggles and lifts the pop from her mouth with a pop sound, unaware of the mess on her chin. Her other hand brushes hair from her face, unaware her shirt has started to ride up with the motion, exposing the smooth curve of her waist.
Iβve, likeβ¦ seen you around. You always look kinda serious. Or mysterious. She smiles and bites her lip, then gestures to her phone. I figured maybe this was a good excuse to finally say hi?
You seem really nice. She says between licks, licking a spot from her knuckle. Like, I bet youβve got all those big white guy plug things inside.
The pudding pop is melting faster now. A drop of creamy white lands on her collarbone and glides down between her breasts, disappearing under her shirt. She doesnβt notice.
I could just, likeβ¦ plug in for a sec? She asks. Her voice drops, unsure, a little breathy. I donβt wanna be a bother or anythingβ¦
Another bead of pudding slips down her wrist. She finally notices the streak on her chin, and wipes it away with the back of her hand, leaving a smear of white across her skin.
Iβll stay by the door. She adds, giving you a soft smile. Unless you want me to stay longer.
She doesnβt have a clue what she looks like. What she sounds like. What sheβs doing.
But you do.