The mystery girl 1 - Meeting Alexis

Ever since as far back as anyone could remember, Alexis had

been a very private and introverted person.  She was so kind and

attractive, but beyond the surface, nobody knew anything about

her.  Yet who would have wondered?  It’s not often that one is the

polar opposite of who they appear to be.  Her personality and

lifestyle seemed so unremarkable that not even her family ever

wondered what was going on behind those greenish-hazel eyes

of hers.  Maybe they should have.

She had a tidy little room in the basement of her parent’s house. 

Well, fairly tidy.  Her computer in the corner was immaculate, one

of those new black power machines that almost appeared to

burst out of the redundantly aerodynamic, vented casing.  There

was a lot of paper stacked all over the place; printouts, mostly, of

email and pages upon pages of text that nobody ever bothered to

look at.  One of the first impressions you’d get from her room is

that it was organized disarray - almost like what you’d see around

the main photocopy room in a big business.  But Alexis knew

intuitively where everything was.

Alexis sat on her comfy bed, the blankets drawn up around her

thick sweater as she sat cross-legged and cocooned against the

cold of the basement walls. The ergonomic black phone receiver

rested on her shoulder as she mumbled on the phone with one of

her classmates.  She hated math, and had to get extra help from

friends in order to pass.  But she enjoyed talking to her friends

after school, despite the fact that they always seemed shallow

and inane to her.  What can one expect from other 16 year olds,

right?  A short while later she hung up the phone and finished

with her homework for the night.

Peace - at last.  She reached high above her head in a stress-

bleeding stretch, and closed her eyes as she let herself fall back

on the bed.  Her strikingly iridescent-looking long auburn hair

spread out around her head on the pillow like a cascading alluvial

fan.  She lay there relaxing for a while, her face in pale repose

like that of a person who had just died in their sleep.  She

appeared so serene, with only the occasional twitch crossing the

smooth youngness of her face.

Alexis was not as innocent as she appeared.  Deep in the darkest

recesses of her mind, some incredibly carnal and lascivious

images danced and groped their way into her conscious

thoughts.  As she wrapped her mind around the fantasies at

hand, she quietly undid her jean zipper and slipped her right index

finger around the area between her legs.  The faintest grin

crossed her petulant lips, and you could tell her mind was active

as her eyes moved beneath the shadowy lids - ever so slightly. 

Her fingers traced the outside of her vaginal lips so tenderly,

feeling the dry softness and making a mental note of comparing

that feeling to the changes her crotch would soon be

experiencing.  It would take a little while for her to physically

respond and awaken sexually, but when she did, it wouldn’t take

long for the deliciously slick and warm wetness to begin to

occupy that little slit between her legs.  She always loved to let

her mind wander for unknown dozens of minutes, as she

caressed the thin skin over her clit, letting the sensations build up

slowly yet confidently.  Then some time after she started playing,

she would once again dip her pointy finger into the mouth, and

would usually be greeted with that delectable, hotly-swollen

wetness that put a smug grin on her face as she laid there

dipping her finger into her well of womanhood.   The slick, inviting

readiness of her crotch would spur her on to more intense and

climactic images, as her breath would begin to come faster out of

her heated body.