“Look, about last night..." "Oh, don't worry about it," she interrupted.

"I figured that you wanted to let me focus on my final. It's so sweet that you cared enough to stay away from me instead of letting me get distracted. I know you wanted to come over. But it worked out great because I went straight to bed, got a good night's rest, and aced the final this morning!"

Wow. Was she serious? She was happy that I didn't come over last night? “Uh, I'm happy for you, Lisa."

“And I wanted to thank you personally, so don't go anywhere, mister." There was a playfully sexual tone to her last comment, and the sound of her happy voice all but melted away my fears.

"I'll be over in a ten minutes!"

It was closer to fifteen minutes, and the extra five only made me think more. I was waiting in the living room while some of my other buddies were watching a baseball game and shouting at the TV. I was thinking that I should tell her. She would find out eventually anyway. But in the middle of my last thought Lisa came through the door looking more gorgeous than ever. The guys were hooting at her superb figure now, the game all but ignored as they saw Lisa for the first time.

“Dude, you don't deserve that!" “Hey baby, wanna ditch that loser and come play with a BIG boy?"

Lisa giggled at the attention, but simply crossed the room and planted a big, fat kiss on my lips. That shut up the boys pretty quickly. And she was stunning. She had on those heels with the straps that wrapped up her ankles that I adored so much. A tight black microskirt barely covered her tight, round ass. An equally tight pastel yellow tube top was cropped high to show off a flat tummy leading up to her voluminous breasts straining at the fabric and nearly spilling out of the top. Her streaked golden hair flowed loosely down her back, and that twinkle of joy was in her eyes. Without a word to the guys, she took my hand and led me back to my bedroom as the guys whistled and grunted after us.

Once in my room, she locked the door and turned off the Lights, leaving the only illumination in the room the little bit of sunlight that glowed around the closed window drapes. She also turned on an old lava lamp I'd had for years, casting a deep blue shade throughout the room. Then Lisa turned and directed me into my desk chair, which was a simple, armless, swivel chair. She then crossed to my sound system, and extracted a CD from her purse, popping it in and starting up a song with a good rhythm but sounding like it came from a strip club. My eyes were hungrily taking in her lithe form, and I was starting to strain against my shorts as I watched her boobs jiggle around whenever she moved. There was quite obviously no bra inside of that tube top.

“You poor baby. It's been more than a whole day since you last got laid. I think that's the longest you've ever gone without sex in the last week!" She obviously didn't know about what I did last night, and must have been thinking back to the bell tower, although memory of the bell tower only made my dick even harder.

“Well, I'm going to make it up to you now. A thank you for letting me study for my final and waiting so patiently for me." She leaned forwards, her lips only inches from mine. I automatically leaned towards her to kiss her, but she stopped me with a hand to my chest.

"No touching."

Then she closed her eyes and began to move. In time with the thumping beat coming from the speakers scattered around my room, her hips were popping this way and that. With exotic grace, she danced with the music while I watched her gorgeous form bounce and weave ever closer to me. I wanted to tell the truth about last night, but the erotic sight before me was too good to ruin, My adrenaline was pumping with my hormones, and I wanted to get laid. She was right next to me, showing off her round bottom and shoving it into my face when I reached up a hand to caress her, but she slapped my hand away at the last second.

“No touching."

Still with that ass in my face, she began to slide the microskirt down her legs, revealing inch by inch that supple flesh I'd wanted to touch. With every inch further down, she revealed a nice pair pastel yellow panties, high cut over her hips and matching her top. At long last, the skirt dropped to the floor and she pulled her heeled feet through it, then kicked it aside.

The CD was by now on a faster song, and I watched her erotic dance continue as she now thrust her chest into my face, shaking side to side to cause her bosom to jiggle playfully. Then standing back, her hands went to the hem of her top. Still in motion with the music, she slipped the top upwards, until it was folded almost in half but still over her breasts. She left it there for a minute and kept bouncing with the music, the top now only a tight strip of fabric across the middle of her breasts, covering the nipples but revealing the top and bottom of each tit.

She straddled me and sat in my lap as she gazed straight into my eyes; her hands firmly attached to my wrists to remind me I was not allowed to touch her. Then with her chest in my face, she lifted her arms and pulled the tube top completely off of her, revealing those globes I had been fantasizing about for the last ten minutes. The moment was such a rush I nearly spewed my shorts right then and there.

Still in my lap she kept gyrating, and I felt the dampness of her pussy on my legs. With my hands still trapped to my sides, she pulled my head down; burying it in her bosom as she dry humped my engorged member still trapped in my shorts. I could hear her panting with arousal, and all I wanted to do was seize her, bend her over, and take her right now.

But she had other ideas as she got up from my lap, and turning around bent down to touch her toes, her pantied ass once again in my face. Then still folded over, she reached up and began to drag those panties down her legs, leaving her wearing only the heels, her earrings, and a big smile. She did a slow pirouette, letting my eyes drink in every curve of her naked form. I'd seen her nude body a hundred times, but had never been held back from even reaching out to touch her for this long before. My lust for her body and amazement at her beauty threatened to overwhelm my senses.

Undressing me came next, with my sandals kicked off; she ripped my shirt over my head and dragged my shorts and boxers to the floor, leaving me sitting in my birthday suit on my desk chair. All the while, the cheesy strip club music blared in the background.

I was about to just ignore her “no touching" rule and make a grab for her when Lisa got to me first. Her cool hand encircled my staff sticking out like a flagpole, quickly joined by her mouth. Up and down her head bobbed in my lap, sending sparks of pleasure shooting into my brain. Her hand pumped me, coaxing the sperm out of my balls while her left hand squeezed and caressed my heavy balls. My mind fondly raced back to exactly a week ago, almost to the same hour when we had first done this. I had accidentally barged in on her and Daphne, and Lisa had then just waltzed up and given me the blowjob of a lifetime.

I couldn't help but groan and moan at the pleasure she was giving me, her tongue expertly swirling about and dancing on my little head. I had been so turned on by Lisa's little striptease that I knew I couldn't last long, especially with Lisa's hot mouth. And then my balls were tightening as they readied their load, but in that instant she backed away and released me from her mouth.

I groaned out at how close I had come, but Lisa had a wicked grin on her face.

"No coming, either." She waited for a moment, just watching my cock spasm as it strained at the border between release and denial, and when my hand moved to finish myself off she stopped me.

“No touching yourself either."