Overwhelmed … That's how she felt the minute she entered her home. Usually she couldn't wait to get home after a long day at work; she enjoyed spending time there on the weekends with her family and friends and she loved having time to herself on occasion, but not tonight. Tonight she was coming home to a dark and empty house. It felt strange and unfamiliar to her. She had been on her own before, but she wasn't use to it there. Princeton was a place that had always felt like a hole to her, but thousands of miles away she had found a place that made her feel whole.

Cuddy wandered inside her home, the keys of her convertible still in her hand and she didn't bother turning the lights on. The full moon was doing a good enough job at lighting the open house from the large windows of the main room. She made her way towards the kitchen and dropped her keys on the center counter. She grabbed a fancy glass, opened the fridge to get the bottle of wine she knew remained untouched from when she had uncorked it a few days ago and poured herself enough to sip and relax for a few minutes. She put the bottle back to where it belonged, and reached for her glass, but when she made a move to take a hold of it, the keys next to it caught her attention. She sighed. She had a lot on her mind. She toyed with the keys for a little while looking absent, yet a lopsided smile surfaced on her face. The keys were a reminder of a fond memory for her. If someone had told the young -and die-hard Eastern- Cuddy that one day she would live the life of a California housewife, she'd have laughed in their face. Wild, rebellious and curious, Cuddy had always thought she'd end up in New York to take in the best of what the world could offer, but she didn't mind. California had been good to her, mostly. It definitely agreed with her. Maybe not at first but eventually she warmed up to the sunshine state once she finally realized the sun wouldn't leave her alone. It taunted her like an aggressive element that would remind her of the happy and shiny outside world when she felt nothing but gloom and sorrow inside. In a way, the restless light and warmth would turn her pretense into reality when she had to give into them. She started to like not being cold all the time and having bright days thrown in her face without trying herself to make them happen. But what she really loved was that such a place had granted her with a new beginning, for herself and for them. She had not been able to put the pieces back together before coming here. Her material life was in need of a makeover but it was her whole being that was screaming to be rebuilt and she had to come here to become aware of it and make it happen.

The keys had been handed to her by him on her birthday, a very special one. It never occurred to Cuddy, the mom, to ever consider buying a convertible, but he didn't leave her the choice. He had surprised her and she was shocked and shy about the whole thing. He challenged her to take it for a spin and show him what she was capable of. When he kept teasing her about having the perfect opportunity to leave her problems behind, hop in and embrace her wild side, she couldn't help her racing heart and the flamboyant smile gracing her face. With her sunglasses firmly on her nose, hair held back with a pin and wearing a denim skirt she looked like a teenager who had just gotten her driver's license. Her just over 45 year old body could still make any 20 year old green of envy. He was charmed and thrilled. This was working. Cuddy was speeding on the Pacific Coast Highway having the time of her life, at least for as long as they could remember, and she wouldn't trade her good fortune for anything. This was when he was the happiest. Watching her enjoying herself was the highlight of his life and this was the moment he had decided he wanted to be a part of this forever. Cuddy, lost in the moment, felt more alive than she had been for the past couple of years and she was taking it all in: the fresh air slapping her face, the stunning view making her eyes moist and blind, the music playing cheering her heart, the speed making her blood boil and his hand on her thigh as a small reminder that she was not alone. It wasn't like she had perfect moments all that often and right now nothing else in the world was going on. She was free.

Cuddy snapped back to reality. She had been absently staring at the stars on this warm summer night and her glass of wine was now finished. It seemed like she was stuck in her spot, unable to open the window and wander outside. Anything past this window was a reminder of him and their time alone together, on perfect nights like this one. The patio that separated the house from the beach had been such a sweet cocoon for them and they'd had countless happy moments by the pool. She could only bring herself to try and enjoy the place during the day when the kids wanted to play outside.

Cuddy decided it was time to head to bed and made her way towards the master bedroom and passed their rooms along the way. The doors were all opened but they didn't have their usual welcoming quality as their rooms were empty and lifeless. She missed them. She missed the two little human beings who would call for her to come and kiss them goodnight or who couldn't wait to get up in the morning, who demanded warm hugs without notice, who requested stories and chocolate milk to delay going to bed, who would yell at each other when fighting or playing together while the parents wanted to go to sleep, and who gave her life meaning. Cuddy was glad they were away with her sister to spend time with their cousins and have a few days of break, innocence and carefree moments just like childhood was supposed to be.

She entered her bedroom and undressed before heading to take a shower. The hot water was running and she hopped in without even looking at herself in the large mirror of the vast marble bathroom. It felt like she was ashamed, as if she wasn't worthy of being here in their home when a few hours ago she was in House's bed rekindling their romance or whatever it was they were doing. As the water warmed her body, wetting her hair and erasing any trace of him as she washed herself with the soap, she could still feel his hands and lips on her skin as her hands traced the path he had made all over her. Cuddy closed her eyes and tried to clear her head and forget about him, forget about them, the two men who had left an indelible mark in her mind and soul but she couldn't. Sleeping with House after a few months of misery had awakened her heart and brain to pleasure and bliss and had satisfied her body after too much numbness. She started to let herself get sucked back into the memory of what he had done for her and to her to make her feel alive and she was aroused again. She contemplated taking things further on her own to keep the sensation of contentment for a little while longer but as she opened her eyes and felt a wave of pain gush inside of her she put an end to her shower. She turned the water off and slipped into her bath robe to dry herself while brushing her teeth. Thankfully, the steam made it impossible for her to look at her reflection in the mirror. She was afraid of finding loneliness, guilt, disgust and seeing for herself how hurt she really looked.

Cuddy was in bed in no time but had trouble finding the much needed sleep and the rest she craved. She had left a warm body and a warm bed to come home to a cold and empty bed. But what really bothered her is how she couldn't stop thinking about House. It was actually a nice change from thinking about the death of the man who had occupied the spot next to her in bed for the past years. House and Cuddy had hardly reconnected and he was already back on her mind and making her head spin while reminiscing about their history. It didn't help that she was still aroused.

Eventually Cuddy drifted into a fitful slumber that was far from peaceful as her mind would play tricks on her and remind her just what the deal with the infuriating doc was to begin with. Within seconds, Cuddy was looking over a younger version of herself gracing the streets of Ann Arbor.


Freshly graduated from high school, freed from her mother's hold and wanting to make her father proud; a smart, ambitious, curious and very voluptuous 18 year old Lisa Cuddy was done arranging her dorm room and was ready for her next tasks: discovering the campus, having her administrative paperwork done after three days of college prep and last but not least getting her books to start class on Monday.

Her syllabus in hand, she entered the university bookstore that she had read was the most recommended to get everything in one shot. On this fine Saturday morning, she was taken with the vibe of the place from the get go and she approached the guy behind the counter with determination to have him get the books she needed. He was barely looking at her while skimming through the sheets, and couldn't help himself from offering her an unrequested yet accurate profile of herself. Though, she was pretty sure his main concern wasn't so much in enlightening her than wanting to show off.

"You're overly ambitious, you have a chip on your shoulder and you know how to party."

Who the hell was this guy? And who the hell did he think he was to talk to her that way? They were perfect strangers and yet their first brush-off was full of familiarity. Cuddy was stunned but did her best to keep her face from showing it. She quickly retorted:

"You're making that up!" House's eyebrows rose and he sighed as if he wasn't used to people not accepting his little statement of facts speeches as the truth.

"Your class schedule is overloaded but none of your classes start before 11 and no one takes Professor Lamb's course unless they have something to prove." Touché! He was several points ahead already. They both knew professor Seagul covered the same ground but was the easier grader. And Cuddy had indeed a lot to prove. Apparently being the high school valedictorian wasn't enough for her, or for her mother Arlene. Her father, the doctor, had always been far more supportive and enthusiastic. Dr. Jacob M. Cuddy, a renowned cardio surgeon, was the reason she wanted to be a doctor in the first place just like he had wanted to be one after his father and so on. She had the good fortune to accompany him on an unplanned house call at age 12 when he had picked her up from her friend's birthday party on a Sunday. A patient of his was having an emergency. She was sold instantly and set her mind towards only one goal for the years to come. Her father had a private practice in the city he had formed with his best friend Richard Cage, just like they had dreamed of back when they met in med school, but he would make regular trips back and forth to the near hospital for field consults, trainings and to teach interns and residents. This didn't leave him that much time to spend with his family and yet Lisa had never resented him for it. When they were managing to spend time together, it was always productive on an intellectual and emotional level. Quite the opposite could be said about her mother, who had always seemed closer to her sister Julia, and who would push Lisa to her limits only showing disappointment and dissatisfaction with her. Young Lisa had never understood this behavior and thought it was mostly unfair to her especially considering how well she did in school and extra-curricular activities. Maybe she wasn't the most popular girl, maybe she didn't have as many friends as Julia, maybe her dear mother couldn't put her in a tiny little box that was socially acceptable and maybe Lisa couldn't be tamed and molded to fit her mother's standards but Lisa was a gifted, wise and driven girl. Her father surely could see her potential and trusted her enough to make the most of it. Nonetheless, it didn't make anything alleged by counter guy any less true. He was actually pretty spot-on and she was already annoyed. Or was she intrigued? She couldn't tell one emotion from the other at the moment and what she wasn't aware of yet was that she'd be doomed to feel this way around him forever.

"Would you go get my books now? I don't have all day you know?" House could feel he had pushed the right buttons and that was enough for him. He smirked. He went to get the books, not because he wanted to but because that's what he was paid to do. They didn't exchange trivial politesse when Cuddy paid. She couldn't have hurried out any faster. Anyway, she had the weekend to cool off and forget about this jerk, as intriguing as he had been. At least this is what she thought.

Cuddy was all set. Her room was ready, her school things were waiting to be used and studied with as soon as possible and she was bored. She wanted food and she wanted to meet a few people she might spend the next four years of college with. She wasn't sold yet on attending med school here in Michigan. She was such a restless young lady that she was already convinced she would want to move someplace else when she is done with college. Boston, Chicago and New York were high on her list of potential cities she could apply to med schools in. But she was getting ahead of herself. First she had to complete college at the top of her class and then she would think about her next move. Cuddy still had to figure out what specialty would fit her best and which field she was most attracted to. But even at the dawn of her education, she knew there was no other option for her besides a successful career full of accomplishments, and she knew that she was atypical enough to achieve something special and hold on to her self-made promise. Unlike more than half of her fellow students, she had absolutely no desire to be a brain or cardio God. She considered oncology but would get frustrated instantly by the powerlessness doctors still had in front of cancer and she knew she wanted something thrilling that would get her results quickly. She was wise enough to know what the medical world would likely hold for a woman. It was an understatement that women needed to work harder, fight harder and impose themselves in an environment still dominated by men. She also knew she wouldn't be satisfied without climbing up the ladder to make a difference. She might have come from an upper middle class family in New Jersey and been raised comfortably, but her parents had made a principle at teaching her from very early on, with tough love from her mother and exotic trips with her dad, that not everybody was as lucky as she was. Her mom, the stern Shiksa, took her role in the community quite seriously and would regularly compel her family to take part of charity events for the less fortunate in a way to give back what she had the luck to share with her husband. Her father, the traditional yet conforming family man would spend his free time either with his three 'women' or reading one book after another about everything that could quench his thirst, watching all kinds of documentaries, travelling to attend medical conferences and be present on the field to give help where it was needed. His pro bono work would later on give her the idea to open a free clinic once she would be the head of her own hospital. Cuddy was fascinated by him and by his will. Once she had decided she wanted to be a doctor, she would bug her parents to let her go with her father on his trips and discover anything coming their way. At age 14, they caved and she took off with him for the first time. Their first stop was Canada. She had instructions on how to behave and she passed the test. Her father enjoyed the experience to have her with him so much that he convinced his wife to let Lisa go again whenever possible on condition that she wouldn't miss school. By the time Cuddy entered college, her passport was stamped almost fully and she took pride in knowing she had stepped foot on three different continents. Central and Latin America together with Africa had opened her to unlimited discoveries and knowledge beyond her wildest dream. She had also spent the whole summer in Europe, since her parents had allowed her to go with a girlfriend if she could manage to finish high school at the top. Cuddy didn't need to be told twice and she was almost out of the door the minute she graduated with honors. Her plane fair was an expense paid for by her previous trips and she compensated with the money she had earned on her own from when she started working at 15. She'd started out with the usual babysitting and moved on to tutoring younger students in English and math. Then she did everything that came her way: the local library was her shelter; the coffee shop was her easy solution; telemarketing would bore her so she'd switched to deliveries; and she was elated when after months of convincing and persistence she finally got a position as a medical assistant for weekend emergencies at a veterinarian practice. She had one toe in the medical world already during her senior year of high school. But in Michigan, this life felt far away. On the verge of starting college, despite her best effort to put aside the image of one tall blue eyed smart ass, she couldn't stop thinking about him.

On that same Saturday, she followed the mass of people from her building who were heading to the first gathering to kick off the new school year. It was the first evening out for Cuddy and there was something exciting and appealing to the streets of Ann Arbor and the night life. It was so lively and full of promises. Cuddy could get use to this. Her gang entered a sort of huge club that had tables, a dance floor but most importantly a stage full of instruments that she imagined were played by local bands on occasions. She liked the spirit already. It was hip yet vintage and she felt at ease there. She decided this would be her favorite place to have some fun. If only she had known what kind of fun she would be having. Her new friends ordered drinks and found a table. Cuddy and her roommate joined them shortly after realizing they'd been inspecting the sight in front of them trying to perceive the secret of the place in the darkness. The young students chatted and drank for a couple of hours while getting acquainted and finding out where everybody came from. At some point, the guys had wandered away to play some pool or darts or something. Cuddy couldn't care less since she was taken by a conversation with her roommate whom she had just realized had a lot more in common with her than expected. Same type of parents except in her case it was her father who had turned her into an overachiever and her mom was a regular housewife who was pretty warm but clueless as to what made her daughter tick. The girl in front of Cuddy was cute, clever and ambitious but she was miles away from being as experienced as Cuddy which is why she was delving into any adventure Cuddy had participated in hanging on to her every word with excitement. Cuddy was a doer and a go-getter and it was inspiring for this girl who has waited until college to seriously consider making some of her dreams come true. These two were going to get along just fine. Empty drinks and restless legs were their cue to accept a dance invitation from a couple of guys who unbeknown to them had noticed them the minute they arrived and who had been staring at them while working up the courage to go talk to them. Cuddy would never pass a chance to have a good time and a good dance meant just that. She didn't look much at her partner. She was much pickier with her lovers whether it was serious or not. She was dancing with this fairly cute guy for a little less than an hour until a band made their way onstage. Everybody stopped dancing and was applauding to encourage them before their gig. Cuddy enjoyed the private concert occasionally dancing and sipping on a new cocktail. The first drink she actually bought herself was the beer she had at the beginning of the evening. She didn't know this yet, but she would never have to pay for another drink ever again for the rest of her studies. She thought of herself as cute for sure, but she wasn't too keen on her body or sometimes her hair holding herself to high standards already. She was unaware of the effect she truly had on the opposite sex and even the same sex at times. She wasn't interested in losers and braggers or lazy fellow students. Once in a while though, a guy would catch her eye and mind and she'd succumb to the physical temptation.

She wasn't looking for serious; she had had serious in high school, at least twice. Her first kiss was a little over the age of ten. A boy who lived across the street from her parent's house who she had grown up with and who felt like that teasing slightly older brother she never had who would always pick on you, tease you and drive you crazy. She had run to his house once she was certain he was the person behind the disappearance of her most intimate object: her journal! Her diary which she had started since the day she learnt how to write and which begun by relating her very first favorite childhood memory. It all started with a snow globe her parents had brought her back from a trip they had made to French Mont St Michel a few years ago around the time she was five. That was such a significant item for her because it was the first time she saw a token of the treasures Europe was made of and the moment she had decided she would go there one day, when she was a big girl. Also, it came from her parents who rarely took any vacation thanks to her father's lack of availability. She remembered spending a couple of weeks with her sister at her grandparent's house having fun and seeing the rested and content faces of their parents when they came back to bring them home. Julia and Lisa had opened a few gifts and Lisa madly fell for the snow globe. The 'to do' list her young mind was forming had a new line: go to Europe, go to France, and find the Mont St Michel. That was her plan first thing after landing in the old continent. Sadly, she had to stick to the big cities as money; schedule and logistics prevented her from exploring that renowned area of France. That boy had stolen her precious thoughts laid on paper to annoy her and she was going to give him a piece of her mind. She had run over furious and found him in his backyard with a water gun in his hands. Of course he didn't resist the urge of shooting at her wetting her clothes. She was even madder but when she approached him to interrogate him, he wouldn't respond and played stupid. Eventually, she cornered him and they were so close; her blood was boiling and she was breathing fast shooting daggers at him. He teased her by asking what was Mont St Michel and she was all the more furious as she understood he had read at least some of her most secret dreams and thoughts. She wanted to hit him, slap him or kick him. But, unfortunately for her, he was quicker and he didn't find anything cleverer to do than just kiss her. She backed away after recovering from the astonishment and looked at him baffled until she reciprocated. They were pretty fierce for first-timers and Lisa had her hands palming his faintly formed chest while he was holding her shoulders. They liked it! It was the first time Lisa felt sensual and started to understand her body was evolving. Their friendship was sadly cut short when his parents moved away a year later leaving Lisa without her best friend but full of sweet kisses in memories.

A few years later, Lisa was entering high school and then began her real exploration with the opposite sex socially, intellectually and physically. First base had been covered already a couple of more times in junior high and she discovered second and third base with a boy who was a senior already right before she finished her freshman year. He was a football player and she had done everything to go against the typical cliché, but the obviously experienced boy aroused unknown things in her and she felt herself attracted to him beside her best judgment. That propensity was not going to improve with age. He wasn't a bad boy per se but he certainly wasn't a good boy. He was a little immature and flattered by any girl that would look his way. It's a wonder he noticed Lisa who was quite shy back then but yet looked at least two years older than her age. She was fully developed and nature had been rather generous with her but it's not like she had any fashion sense or knew what she was doing dressing up or interacting with boys. She remained reserved and cultivated her loner persona but she liked being edgy and surprising. She had applied for different clubs like theater and sports. She loved dancing, riding horses and swimming. It was when he had seen her be brilliant and versatile switching from enunciating lines at the school play rehearsal and then breaking the swimming record of the school during regional that this boy got in contact with her. They went out for movies and shakes; would drive around listening to music and then experiment. He was the boy who initiated her to the art of French kissing and she enjoyed it so much she granted him access to more of herself. She didn't want to make the first move though and he had left her aroused and frustrated on many occasions dropping her home with nothing more than her hands and her imagination to play with herself and discover her body. During Spring, they were in his car talking while listening to the radio as he leaned over to kiss her and she was responding with a lot more enthusiasm than usual holding on to his neck while her other hand was rested on his thigh. He slowly probed her by moving his hands to targeted places. He started out gently and upon seeing she wasn't stopping him he engaged her in a more passionate make-out session that would lead him to pet her heavily and feel her up nicely. Finally he was able to touch her and fondle her breasts and her buttocks the way he had imagined. Lisa was flushed, she felt warm and willing close to him. When he placed his hand under her shirt she relished in the sensation from feeling somebody else's hands over her bare flesh. Her tummy felt funny and warm as his hands were sliding up to her bra. She was extremely excited from the anticipation of everything that would come next and she didn't have to wait long until she felt his fingers slip under the wire of her bra to cup her breast fully in his hand allowing his caresses and his thumb to brush over her nipple making it erect instantly. He progressed and did the same on her other breast while staring at Lisa and continuing in light of her positive response. Lisa had no idea her nipples could be such a sensitive and reactive part of her body. She knew, because she had felt it many times, that most of the action was between her legs but she welcomed the new sensation on her breasts with a pleased gasp. She quickly removed her shirt to give him the green light to go on and show her more. His eyes went straight to her opulent chest imprisoned by his hands and her bra, his jaw falling before her at the sight of the two well-formed tokens of her early womanliness. The ideas in his head left him biting his lips in eagerness. He took his left hand away from her breast and proceeded to unhook her bra trailing the straps to get her rid of the garment. Lisa was exposed before him now and for some reason, she felt sexy and sassy as if her shell had been wrecked and her shyness had vanished while offering her breasts for the first time to this pretty boy who looked at them as if they were the most beautiful things he had ever seen. It was giving her all the confidence and reassurance about her body she needed. He went back to touching them with a firmer grasp and kept feeling the plain of her sultry breasts palming them fully and using his thumbs on her nipples once again. He went to kiss her still caressing her and as he wanted more of her he begun to kiss her neck, and then her earlobe breathing in her ear. She could hear his impatience and she could feel his yearning from the way he was less delicate. He grazed his teeth on her shoulder until he decided to make a plunge and brought his head in between her breasts. Lisa was about to feel something new once again tonight. He held her right breast in his hand while gently starting to lick her nipple before he latched on full force matching the heavy breathing coming out of her. She grabbed his head immediately and urged him on. She was pretty sure her panties were soaked by now. This felt luscious and she was the one wanting more now. He gave the same treatment to her left breast and Lisa was now squeezing her thighs together. One of his hands left her breast and went over her bare knee. Lisa's skin was hot as he was sliding under her skirt targeting her panties. Oh God, she thought, somebody else besides her was going to touch her sex and feel her arousal. She was doubtful and hesitant again but she wanted it so much. She wanted to know what it felt like to be taken care of by somebody else, somebody who didn't know her body, somebody who wanted to please her and who she had no control over. His hand touched the soft material and the back of his index finger found her clit right away through the thin material. It was swollen and throbbing already. He hummed into Lisa's breast still licking her nipple in frenzy and looked up at her before he started to stroke her clit. Lisa liked it but the only thing she was thinking about was why they were separated by the thin material of her panties. She began to move her hips in circles involuntary from his good gesture and again she wanted more. He must have either understood or he felt the same because his next move was to stop everything. Lisa was puzzled but she didn't have to wait long until she got what he was doing. He pulled back her seat to make her more comfortable and took it upon himself to remove her skirt after taking off his shirt to place it under her butt. Lisa glanced over his chest and arms and shoulders and she wanted to be taken by this boy who could be mistaken for a man. He didn't waste much time before getting back to his ministrations and continued by slipping his right hand inside her panties. He cupped her sex in his hand completely and Lisa cried out. He palmed her and stroked her wet core softly, sweetly and teasingly feeling her smooth and slippery lips and her folds opening up to him. But it's when he used her wetness to rub her throbbing clit that Lisa couldn't hold back a moan starting to express her pleasure from what he was doing to her. Everything was so new and she was delighted. It was the first time she allowed herself to be vulnerable this way in front of anybody and especially a boy. She was letting him see her and sharing a part of herself she only held in reserve. And it felt good to let go and appreciate his finger on her clit slithering up and down, left and right, circling on the tiny little sensitive bud coated with her moisture. He removed her panties, at last, and replaced his hand by the other and looked at her enjoying him getting back to her sex. Their eyes met and Lisa felt self-conscious to have him stare at her so intensely but she couldn't look away or repress her liveliness. She didn't have enough experience to be able to control the movements of her body, the expression on her face or the noises she was making. He smiled at her a genuine reassuring smile. She knew then he was preparing her because he was about to ante his game. He bent his head back down to her nipples trying to find out which one was more sensitive. Lucky for him it was the one closest to him, the left one. He kept licking and circling her nipple while stroking her clit to ensure the maximum stimulation on both areas. But then Lisa felt his hand slide lower on her sex and his middle finger probed her entrance. That was it! Lisa was going to have her untouched vagina receive an attention she had been curious of for so long. He entered her pussy timidly but kept going back and forth pushing his finger inside her more and more with each thrust. She felt so tight and wet and he used his thumb to take care of her clit at the same time. Lisa was bucking her hips into his hand involuntarily, holding his head close to her breast giving him all the signs he needed to pleasure her until she couldn't take it anymore. He lifted his head and told her she was beautiful and to trust him. Still seated, he bent down on her and kissed her lower abdomen before reaching her sex. Lisa was unbelievably horny and had no idea what it would feel like to have his mouth and tongue on her sex. It was another first and maybe the thing she had wanted to experience the most. He spread her legs, encircling each of her thighs with his arms which opened her folds. Then he went to taste her and licked her juice all over her while moaning in approval. Lisa felt she was going to faint. She'd never experienced such pleasure. She grabbed his head to press him against her harder as he kept lapping her clit with his tongue, taking his time to let her relish in the discovery of this new sensation from the full extent of his attention using his mouth to touch the contour of her femininity until she screamed her way to her first orgasm from oral sex. She could get used to this. Conveniently, she wanted to get it over with the opposite action from being all sexed up and satisfied from this boy who had taken such good care of her. She didn't wait for her breathing and her heart to revert to a normal rhythm. She sat up and took charge. She first kissed him hard on the lips, tasting her juices and then put him back in front of the wheel before she unbuttoned his jeans. His erection popped out of his boxers as if it had been waiting all along to get freed and she took hold of it. Stroking him slowly at first she increased her maneuver until she sensed he was more than ready to be pleasured. She then lowered her head and kissed the head of his penis slowly opening her mouth and using her lips and her tongue to discover the anatomy of a masculine sex from up close. She was thankful that things were going well so far. He smelled clean and he was letting her find her pace gently caressing her back and sometimes stroking her hair. He was so hard and so warm in her hands. She loved being responsible for his condition. She took him into her mouth and sucked him the way she noticed he liked and almost brought him to his slow death but she pulled back before he came and finished him in off her hands while watching him come. That's as far as they would go for the couple of months he had left in school until he left for college.

Lisa spent the next year of high school working on many things that would develop her confidence. She became more that girl who had great grades and great looks, the kind of girl House would later say left boys wet dreaming about her, but there was still something unconventional and mysterious about her. She was still putting some sort of distance in her friendships and she never stayed home being lazy or just hanging with friends during her vacation. She was basically living for each break because it meant her dad and her would go away on adventures to help people and to discover more of the world. At age 15, Lisa knew so many things about so many cultures. Dancing all kinds of dances was her favorite way of expressing herself physically but she didn't shy out of trying to paint and play music. Actually, a boy she had met in Brazil had introduced her to new ways of enjoying these three activities, all at the same time. He had a guitar, some self-made drawings on his arms and would guide her into a dance she could never forget. And he was older, as in 21, full grown with thick brown hair, a pair of greenish-chestnut eyes Lisa wanted to drown into and a large and warm smile that made her melt surrounded by a goatee that would tickle her while they were kissing. The week she had spent with him escaping her modest bungalow on summer nights after her dad went to sleep wasn't enough to explore anything she had in mind. Back home, it was winter and Christmas. As a Jewish girl, she didn't care much and she was perfectly fine being charmed by this very masculine young man who seemed to know how to handle her better than she knew herself. Latinos were natural she thought. WASP and co. boys she knew back at home surely had another style. Her dad eventually figured out that his daughter had snuck out on the fifth night and cut short her plans to get to know this dreamy boy further.

Lisa entered her second to last year of high school already spoken for. Her summer job was the place she had met her new beau. He was a twenty something young man who was working with her, managing her and who lived on his own. Lisa had been unaware of him until he became too impatient, having been sweet on her from the start, which forced him to explicitly reveal himself to her. She wouldn't take his many hints; she didn't think he was serious when he asked her out so he had a sort of date at the coffee shop they were working for during one of their closing nights. Lisa was reluctant at first but once they sat down and found their footing, Lisa was laughing and smiling at him completely taken by their fervent debate about their tastes in books. She was all about novels dealing with strong and independent multilayered women or unconventional and unsung heroes; she loved spending time in her dad's home office reading all kinds of books from his personal collection that is to say mostly medical, metaphysical and art encyclopedias, while he was more into geography and politics. But they managed to find a few common readings that would leave them very ecstatic from agreeing but most of all disagreeing. It was when she was challenged to be argumentative and defend her opinion that Lisa was letting out that spirited and dynamic side of her that would take her places and get her noticed although her life. Anyhow, by the end of the summer, they were spending an insane amount of time together much to her mother's chagrin and Lisa had been warned that she'd have to give him up if it had any negative consequences on her school work or the extra credits she was stocking up on to give her the best chances in her college application and admission. What her mother didn't know is that this young man would be the first lucky guy to have the honor to deflower her daughter. She had made up her mind. She had been ready for quite a while and she wanted this done before the first day of school. Oral sex had no more secrets for her by now and she just needed and wanted to feel a man make her feel like a woman. It happened the week before she had to go back to school and they were in his apartment. The opposite sex had never been able to truly be in charge when it came to Lisa Cuddy. Even if she always had a few candidates swooning over her, she would be the one to pick and she would always make the final call. When there were condoms in her back pack and later on in her purse, she was the one making the decision. This was a rule that would follow her for the years to come. And on this warm August evening, Lisa was going to give herself to him. Not only was this man very attractive but he was smart in that bookish kind of way but his struggle for independence and for a life he had chosen outside the norm had taught him all about what it meant to be street smart. Lisa was practical but still less experienced than him after quite a sheltered life and she wanted to learn from him, with him and more than anything she wanted him to show her what it felt like to be free with her body as much as she was in her mind. They were done watching one of their favorite movies, comfy on his bed, and tonight was the night she would finally become a woman. To go all the way with him because they had very strong feelings for each other and because they had mutual respect felt like a genuine logical next step in their relationship. She wanted him to make a woman out of her. They were connected emotionally, intellectually and soon physically completely. The movie was over and Lisa shifted on top of the bed to look at him smirking as if she was hiding a secret. He was about to find out without asking any questions. They started off as usual kissing. He would always cup her face, caress her cheek and stroke her hair but this time Lisa was more welcoming, more determined and soon he was right there with her. They were all worked up already when their clothes became too much to bare. Touching her, holding her, he was covering her nudity with his body exploring her skin and erogenous zones with his hands, fingers and mouth. Lisa was actively spurring him on more feverishly than usual. He didn't want to contemplate it but when she reached for her wallet she had placed on the night stand and a condom was presented to him he couldn't believe his luck. He gave her a surprised and interrogative look but her wide smile and longing eyes told him more than words. He returned her smile and started to treat her body with precise care. After kissing her, he made his way to her breasts by leaving soft kisses down her neck. Cupping her breasts he pulled them closer together and buried his face in between them wanting to lick them both at the same time. He liked the way they felt and he liked feeling Lisa's nipples hard and reactive at the tip of his fingers and his tongue. Lisa was gasping with every tongue move and her wanton increased when she felt his hardness stroking her sex. Wanting to get Lisa in the maximum serene state possible and fully prepared, he went down on her just the way she loved it as they had practiced ever so often the last few months. His mouth opening and closing on her sex, tasting her; his lips traveling on hers; his tongue licking her clit affecting her entrance and ensuring her even more wetness while a couple of his fingers were busy readying her inside. She was about to come when she stopped him and pulled him back up on top of her. Her chest was heaving and they were looking at each other fondly with desire when he began stroking her slit with the head of his penis. She was so wet and warm. Anytime he would hit her clit she was grabbing a firmer hold on his upper arms and urging him on with her hips to take it further. He knew it was time to use that condom now otherwise he wouldn't be able to stop himself. He rolled the condom on, and then took hold of his sex and started to enter her slowly, sweetly, little by little. He couldn't stare away from her as he wanted to watch every single reaction popping up on her face in case he needed to stop if she had a change of mind or if she was in pain but also to know the effect he had on her. Lisa felt her tiny pussy being stretched a bit and then a lot in a raw yet respectful way. It was hurting a little but pleasuring her as well at the same time. She was grateful for those long years of horseback riding right about now and spread her legs wider to make room for him to fill her up. He only executed himself when Lisa's legs pushed on his butt to go all the way in. He groaned out of pleasure panting and unable to move again at first from the delightful sensation. Lisa was easing up on the pain that was causing her more and more pleasure after a little while when he carried on with his thrusting. She was so tight and tiny he thought the feeling of her squeezing him would end her first experience way too early. But they were going slow, allowing her to adjust to the size of him and to find out how she liked it. She was thankful she knew her body from her frequent self-exploration. They found their pace and he gave her a kiss after he felt her enjoying him a lot more. Lisa had never felt her vagina so full and intruded but she was starting to really appreciate and welcome the novel sensations and the candid reactions a male sex could spark within her. She was panting and letting out little whimpers with every back and forth movement of her partner and this was now feeling so good she had her mind set on the finish line more than ever. His pubis was pressing on her clit and he was holding her back by the shoulders while she had her arms around him and her legs wrapped around his hips. She was so grateful to be with someone who knew what he was doing and who cared enough about her. He was good enough to wait for her and be patient with her. Lisa felt a rush of heat deep within her, her body trembling, her breathing increasing erratically and her inner muscles contracting by mini waves while she couldn't mutter her screams. He came within the few thrusts left joining her in her orgasm. It felt so good, so great for Lisa to be in his arms, pleasured in every way, satisfied and at peace. She was relaxed and worn out and she knew one thing: she already loved sex.

By the time Lisa was done with high school, Lisa was a successful valedictorian just like her mother wanted and a smart and cultured young woman just like her dad anticipated. She had set the bar high for herself already, unwavering about the picture she wanted to paint for her future and craving to experiment more of everything a student life could offer. The last couple of years finishing high-school and spending alone time with her boyfriend, and then a couple of guys met on her summer trip to Europe, before which she made sure to be single as she wanted nothing in her way to explore and appreciate what her longtime dream trip would have to offer as well as to start college available and focused, had turned her into a sex savvy schoolgirl just like she hoped to be around the time she would turn 18 and she was more than ready to navigate through the new life that was beginning for her in Michigan. But in Michigan, Lisa would meet someone who was going to be one of the biggest game changers of her entire life. This man, who would call her Cuddy, making her Cuddy forever, was going to make an impression on her that was going to turn her life upside down more than once in the decades to come.