Lisa Rivera

A petite, swarthy teen greeted his eyes on the other side. Long dark hair fell past her shoulders and down her back, and her deep brown eyes regarded him with relief. "Oh, I'm glad someone's here! Hey... wait, aren't you that other ranger that brought Chloe and Zack to my dad's place?"

Her face registered in Colin's addled brain, a triumph given how much worse it had recently become. "Oh! Carlos Rivera's daughter! Yeah yeah, I saw you yesterday!"

"Lisa," she said happily and outstretched a hand. "Can I come in?"

Colin nodded, taking her hand hand and leading her in. "Why are you out at this time of night?"

"Well... I couldn't sleep really." Her gaze became sheepish as she found a chair. "So I went for a walk, and, like an idiot, I got lost. I figured if I followed one of the trails I'm come across a ranger station, thankfully that turned out to right."

"You're an early sleeper!" Colin said, noticing the time. "Your dad's cabin is a bit far."

"I think yours is the closest office though. Either way, with all the bears we keep hearing about, I don't want to be out there."

"Oh I don't know about those bears anymore." Then Colin silently cursed himself for his idle commentary.

"Really?" Lisa said, curious. "But there's been a lot of sightings, Ranger White even came by earlier in the week and talked to Dad about it."

"Uh, well..." Thinking on his feet was not Colin's strong suit. "I think it's been overblown, you know. Look, we're looking into it, yeah." Thankfully, Lisa seemed to buy that based on her relaxing demeanor. Phew, close one, he thought.

Lisa stood and stretched, and Colin's eyes instinctively settled on her tight teenage ass. Her low riders stopped just over the rise of her cheeks, and he swore he could almost see her lacy underwear if he craned his head a bit more--

Fuck fuck fuck, what's wrong with me?! he internally screamed. "Er, you want something Lisa? Soda, water...? You know, I'll just check the fridge in the break room and see what we have!"

"Uh sure, some water!" Lisa said, raising her volume as Colin scampered out of sight. Was he staring at my ass? she pondered, lightly patting her backside. For some reason though, she didn't feel offended, even though she had every right to be and would normally be. He brain denied her the time to ponder however, after it took a fleeting note of a weird musky scent in the office. Man, that stinks... it smelled like that outside too, I don't...

Her thoughts wandered, leaving the odor behind and they quickly transitioned back to the goofy ranger. A nice man, and very easy on the eyes, she admitted. A strong jaw, gentle hands, darker hair... like an older version of another handsome boy she knows. She sighed, scolding her mind for treading on a path that she tried desperately to forget, and frankly was the reason for her insomnia. She crossed her legs as the previous night's encounter with Zack flooded over her, his thickness spearing her tunnel again and again on that couch. It was obviously something both of them had yearned for, and it was glorious. Their compatibility sexually and spiritually had been fully demonstrated for all to see that night -- and then he tore himself away. She felt like crying, but refused herself the indulgence. Her pillow at the cabin was soaked enough as it was.

"Hey Lisa?" Colin said, returning with a generic plastic bottle of Silver Lake-brand water. "You said water?"

"Uh, yeah, thanks," she replied absently, taking the drink. Tasting the cool water though seemed to refresh her brain as well, and suddenly an idea appeared. She wanted to -- know needed to -- flush Zack from her mind, at least for a while, for her senses to rebuild. The answer seemed so obvious now, especially given the stud muffin of a ranger next to her, who seemed to be doing everything but drool over her right now. Staring at the floor, and ceiling, and paper filled desk... anything but her. She grinned. I can change that...

"Oh!" she yelped, and faked clumsiness by drenching the top of her light colored shirt. The water seeped through, making the flimsy material transparent, and soon her black bra demarcated the areas of her chest she thought would be the most pleasing to Colin.

"Woah, hey..." Colin's pants failed to fit him properly anymore in the crotch. "Uh, I can get a towel..."

"It's okay, Ranger Matheson," she said, slipping in a faux innocence in her voice. She grabbed the hem of her shirt and yanked it past her head. Her hair went wild, rendering Colin speechless. "I won't be cold with you next to me."

Colin's mouth went dry as he attempted to reply. "Look... Lisa, I don't know what's going on--"

"My boyfriend broke up with me yesterday," she stretched the truth, "and... that's why I can't sleep." She brought her arms to his chest, feeling like they were twigs in comparison to his own. She tried to grope his musculature through his uniform, and delighted in finding the outline of a pectoral. "Maybe you could... help me with that?"

"Uhn..." Colin froze as he stared down into her doe eyes, really playing up the cutesy teenager role. He stood as she meticulously unbuttoned his shirt, still stood as she untucked the hem of his tank to peel it away, and still stood and she pressed herself against his naked chest, the top of her head barely clearing his neck.

She traced her finger down to his flat stomach and dangerously came close to the waist of his pants. Pants ready to burst at the seams.

"Please...?" she begged. Colin reacted.