Chapter 5.2

Lisa arrived forty-seven minutes before the appointed time. The woman had changed, now she was wearing a short white T-shirt that left Lisa's tummy open and through which a black lace bra was visible. Skinny jeans with a low waist appetizingly hugged the woman's legs and buttocks, apparently she specially bought them a size or two smaller to achieve this result. The picture was completed by black open shoes on bare feet. Her hair was pulled back as usual - in a high ponytail. In general, Lisa looked simple and at the same time very attractive. Not many people are given this. In her hands, the guest was holding a sturdy bag in which bottles were clinking.

- Hello again, Mr. Richter, - the woman said and hesitantly shuffled her feet.

- Hi, - I answered with a smile and stepped aside, letting her into the apartment, - come in. The woman quickly darted through the open door and began to turn her head with interest.

- The kitchen is over there.

- Uh-huh, - Lisa nodded and immediately headed there.

- Take off your shoes, - a sullen voice came after her. I can't understand this habit of theirs, you have to live in cleanliness at home, and not walk around in shoes that you showed off on the street. Although, now, perhaps, I'm in vain like this - after all, the girl is very worried and it's visible to the naked eye.

- Sorry, - Lisa apologized pitifully and quickly took off her shoes, leaving them next to my shoes, after which she lowered her eyes and remained standing in place, like a child who was reprimanded by an adult.

- It's nothing, I'm just used to walking around my apartment with clean feet and I demand the same from guests.

- Sorry, Mr. Richter! - the woman raised her face, red with embarrassment, to me and looked straight into my eyes, but quickly looked away.

- Forgot, - I shrugged my shoulders, going to the kitchen, the woman hesitantly followed me, - and let's switch to "you".

- Okay, - Lisa immediately cheered up.

— Well, — I wave my hands around the room, — the kitchen is entirely at your disposal. The food is in the refrigerator and in that cupboard. The knives are in this drawer, the cutting boards are over there, the pots, pans, and molds are over there, — all the words were accompanied by a jab of fingers in the right direction, — if you need anything or can't find it, contact me.

— Okay, — the girl nodded and the first thing she did was unload her load. There were a lot of bottles — three bottles of red and white wine, two bottles of liqueur, and one bottle of some kind of herbal tincture.

— These are for dinner, — the girl explained sheepishly, — I just didn't know that you…

Oh, you like it, so I took a little bit of everything. Wow, — the woman exhaled when she opened the refrigerator filled with food, — my eyes are just running wild! What should I cook?

— Lisa asked herself and thoughtfully put her finger to her chin.

— What would you like?

— Me? Hmm, maybe some meat? With a vegetable side dish? Some light salad, dessert. "I understand everything, and I think I already know what to cook," the woman nodded and began to pull out and examine the products with enviable efficiency.

Scrutinizingly, Lisa gave some the go-ahead and returned others to their place.Soon there was a clatter of pans and knives, the beef and cranberries that had been found in my freezer were lowered into the water to defrost.

- Um... You don't have to sit here, I'll call you when everything is ready.

- Okay, but I'd love to watch you work, and I thought you said you could give me some cooking tips. I'd love to get them.

- Well... Hm, okay, - the woman's cheeks flushed slightly. - Then take this small saucepan and pour in some water, then put it on the stove, we'll make cranberry sauce for the meat.

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Liza worked in the kitchen with the speed and skill of a fairy sorceress, simultaneously managing to make several dishes and teach me, as if she were a seasoned cook. And at the same time, she told me about herself, after I asked about it.

She was born and raised here in New York, twenty-eight years old, has one younger sister, her mother is the first wife of a very ordinary man, who has two more wives and stays at home - runs the household.

The result of almost two and a half hours of cooking was a salad of mozzarella cheese, tomatoes and some kind of green sauce, medallions of beef with cranberry sauce and a side dish of grilled vegetables and a soufflé for dessert, and it was this soufflé that took the longest amount of time to prepare, since, according to Liza, it was very capricious and demanding to cook.

And of course, we opened the red wine. Lisa was definitely lying when she said that her food was not up to the standard of a restaurant, everything was delicious and beautiful, only my dishes let us down and could not boast of the beauty and elegance of a restaurant.

Dinner flowed smoothly from the kitchen into the living room to plates of sliced ​​fruit, cheese and more wine. The conversation was now about me, or rather about Peter Richter, Lisa was interested in the life and family of this guy, to which I answered very reluctantly and vaguely. The main moments of Peter's life had long since surfaced and been remembered - his birthday, relations with family members and the like.

The fourth bottle of wine was coming to an end, and Lisa sat down close to me, pressing her chest and hips against me and letting her hair down. From her rosy cheeks, slightly clouded eyes and quickened breathing, one could understand that the woman was slightly excited and already quite drunk. But I wasn't "in one eye", as they say.

Apparently I was right, and the symbiote assimilated alcohol in the body as soon as it got there, but I felt aroused perfectly, it seems even more than on a date with Alicia.

Well, apparently this evening would not be limited to just dinner. Leaving the almost finished glass of wine, I turned my head to Lisa, simultaneously hugging her by the shoulders, with the other hand began to stroke the woman's leg from knee to buttock.

Lisa's heart began to beat faster, her breathing quickened, having finished her glass of wine in one sitting, the woman put it aside and practically threw herself at my lips. Lisa kissed greedily and passionately, but a little ineptly.

Still kissing me, the woman sat on my lap, slightly wiggling her butt, and at the same time, my pants suddenly became tight. Finally, tearing herself away from my lips, Lisa put her palms to my cheeks and looked me straight in the eyes with her gaze, already clearly clouded by alcohol and passion. Lisa smelled of some mind-blowing sweet perfume, and the smell of really good wine, and not that swill that many "take for courage", did not repel, but on the contrary - tempted even more, which made me want to practically eat her.

- Wow, this is much nicer than with girls, - Lisa languidly admitted and kissed me again, in response I slapped her on the bottom with both hands, after which I squeezed them,In response, a muffled groan was heard from the guard.

"Is this a prelude to intercourse for humans? I like it." - the symbiote, as always, decided to chat at the right time. I almost jumped on the spot, like the first time.

"But haven't we courted another? Or, Carrier, do you wish to have offspring from as many women as possible? Reasonable." 

And you can't hiss at her! We kissed for another couple of minutes, tearing herself away from me once again, Lisa deftly took off her top and threw it somewhere to the side, remaining in only one black lace bra, apparently from the set that her colleague mentioned.

- Do you like it? - Lisa asked slyly and smiled already knowing the answer and again wiggled her hips on my lap. I just nodded silently looking at such a sexy woman's chest in an equally sexy piece of clothing.

Lisa was silent, letting me enjoy her view and enjoying herself from such attention. I was already reaching out with my lips to the hot body of the woman, when the phone ring made me stop. My right eye twitched, and I felt a sigh full of disappointment from the First.

- Seriously ?! - I angrily asked myself and the whole world, in particular. I had to reach for the phone, fortunately it was lying at arm's length.

- No-no-no-no, don't answer! - Lisa whispered passionately in my ear and began to cover my face with quick kisses.

- You have to, - I sighed, looking at the smartphone screen, and what did she want? After all, it hasn't been a month yet.

- Really?

- Hi-hi, little brother, - Jessica's joyful voice was heard, and I unconsciously sighed heavily, - how are you? Did you miss my voice? - Something happened? You usually call once a month.

- What, I can't call my brother more than once a month? To chat, to hear his voice? - even on this side of the phone, I could hear the woman pout, but then she laughed and added: - As always - a grump! How are you?

- Everything is as usual, I live slowly, - I sighed. It was not easy to concentrate on the conversation when a sexy woman is sitting on you, who clearly wants sex with you. Besides, Lisa clearly wasn't going to stop caressing me during my conversation, which only made things even more heated.

"Oh, who would have doubted it. Are you busy?"

"Actually, yes," I answered irritably, not fully understanding what my sister wanted. But I couldn't tell you WHAT I was busy with, at least that's what it seemed to me then. After all, I had no idea how she would react if I told her that I had a girl at home with whom I was about to do all sorts of interesting things.

"I'll have to get distracted a little..." my relative drawled mysteriously and fell silent, clearly expecting my next questions.

"For what?" I answered after a second of silence, when I realized that the woman wasn't going to continue.

"To meet me, of course!" Jessica shouted cheerfully right into the phone.

"I'm in New York, bro!"

"What?!" My eyes widened at the news, and I even jumped up from my seat, practically throwing Lisa, who was sitting on me, causing her to scream. Luckily, I managed to catch her with my free hand and hug her.

"You're not happy," the relative muttered.

"My little brother is so cruel."

Liza, seeing my "kind" expression, hesitantly lowered herself to her feet and sat back down on the sofa, clearly waiting for my conversation to end.

"It's just very, very unexpected."Are you already in town or just arriving?

- Already here.

- Then why didn't you warn me? I would have met you. And why did you come so suddenly?

- It's because of work, - the woman exhaled, - I'm sorry, but that's all I can say.

- Oh, - it was a dilemma. I didn't want to interrupt our evening at all, but I couldn't just ignore my sister who had arrived unexpectedly, and Peter loved her very much.

- Okay, where should I pick you up from?

- I'll send you the address in a text message right now. By the way, I'll have to stop by the store on the way to your place, I'm so hungry!

- No need, I have food at home.

- I know your food, - Jessica snorted, - semi-finished products and canned goods! I was already living on sandwiches while I was in the local office.

- Now I have normal food too.

- Really? - the woman asked incredulously.

— Hm, okay, but if your idea of ​​normal food is frozen pizza, then are you going to the store alone or we'll order what I want and you'll pay!

— Okay. Send me the address. I'm going.

— Yeah, I can't wait to see you! Love you, bro.

— Me too, — I answered with a smile and hung up, only later realizing that I'd said it unconsciously.

— Did something happen? — Lisa asked worriedly.

— Yes, — I nod and look at the clearly disappointed woman, I felt no better, — we'll have to end this.

— W-what? B-but why? Did I displease you in some way? — Lisa began, almost crying, and looked at me with a pitiful look. Apparently, she decided that I was using the call as an excuse to get rid of her.

— Don't be silly, — I sat down next to the woman and hugged her, starting to stroke her hair, — everything was beyond praise. I would have been happy to continue, but…

— But what? — Lisa interrupted me and pulled away.

— My sister came to town, and she did it completely unexpectedly. She could have called and warned me before the flight, — I muttered discontentedly.

— And now I have to meet her.

— Can I go with you?

— No need. We haven't seen each other for over a year, she lives and works mainly in Europe, and she must be tired after work.

— I understand, — the security guard answered sullenly and went to get her top, deliberately swaying her hips, clearly making it clear what I was missing, or maybe she was just swaying from the alcohol. Letting out another sigh, I quickly gathered up the remaining snacks and bottles of alcohol.

The food went into the fridge, the empty bottles into the trash, Lisa kindly left the remaining alcohol for me as a gift. During this time, a message from Jessica arrived with her location. Passing the security post, I held the girl by the waist, the current shift saw us off with surprised looks and it became clear that they would give their colleague a real interrogation as soon as they saw me next time. Having caught the first taxi on the street, I opened the door, but Lisa's hand stopped me, touching my shoulder: - Are you really not offended by me? - Of course not, I told you. Our evening had to be interrupted because of my sister, but believe me, I will talk to her about this, - I said,holding her tightly by the shoulders.

"So maybe we can continue this some other time?" the girl asked hopefully.

"I hope so," I admitted honestly. "I just don't know when that will be. It's not clear how long Jessica has been here, and now get in and go home, it's already dark outside."

"Yes, I walked," Lisa answered embarrassedly. "I didn't spend much, but there are still a few days until payday, and I don't have my wallet with me," the woman blushed deeply and added very quietly.

"I was hoping to stay the night." I felt a little ashamed in front of her.

"Actually, I was going to pay for you," seeing the girl's surprised look, I opened my wallet and thrust a hundred-dollar bill into her hands. I didn't know where Lisa lived, but it should definitely be enough to take a taxi from one end of New York to the other. 

- That's too much! - she waved her hands. - I live fifteen blocks from here!

- Yes, at least one, don't argue. It's the least I can do.

- I've never had a man pay for me before, - Lisa admitted and smiled sweetly at me, - thank you.

- You're welcome.

Well, go ahead, - the girl nodded, but before she got into the car, I kissed her again. The kiss was long, since Lisa clearly had no intention of breaking it until all the air in her lungs ran out.

Having got into the car and waved goodbye to me, the woman drove off to her place, and I began to catch another taxi. Jessica Richter's arrival was like a bolt from the blue and clearly did not bode well. With my "luck" it could not have been otherwise.