Lisa and Friend - Part 10 - SFW-ish

Some days later, PJ gets a tantalizing text on his phone. Of all people, given the state that he and Max had left her in, he blinks in astonishment...it's from Lisa.

Lisa: (texting) My room. 30 minutes.

A few seconds later, the phone chimes again; this time, it's a picture: a pair of black panties and a matching bra lying across the back of a chair. In the background of the grainy, low-res picture, he can see a teasingly below-the-waist shot of the blonde reflected in the mirror behind the chair...the foreground (conveniently) hiding her neatly trimmed and tan-lined privates.

Max: Jesus. This chick again? Guess we made quite the impression on her, Dude.

PJ instantly snaps the flip-phone shut, annoyed with the black hound peering over his shoulder. What PJ missed, however, was the text that followed...the phone not announcing it when he shut the device.

Lisa: (texting) Just you.

Twenty-nine minutes later, the pair arrives at Lisa's dorm room...the door, however, is already open. PJ peeks inside and looks around the seemingly empty room, and just as he's about to say 'hello?' to see if anyone is there, a sultry voice coming from behind an old-fashioned changing screen beats him to it.

Lisa: Have a seat. Be with you in a sec.

The pair meander in, closing the door behind them...PJ sitting on Lisa's bed, and Max on her roommate's.

Lisa's dorm room isn't the largest one on the campus of Spoonerville College, but it's just big enough to do a little runway walk. Out from behind the screen, the blonde emerges, dressed in an all-black set of lingerie, complete with a garter belt and clipped-up stockings. At first seductive-eyed, thinking that PJ has come alone, the blonde narrows her eyes in annoyance at the sight of Max.

Lisa: (thinking) Shit. (aloud) Hit play.

PJ stares at her with a dumbfounded expression for a few seconds, not quite comprehending her command. Lisa rolls her eyes with a little smirk, enjoying the young man's boyish befuddlement, then points at her bedside table. PJ looks over, finally comprehending, and then hesitates before hitting play on the sleek, new iPod's touch screen.

Having gotten all dressed up...and made herself even hornier in the process...she might as well put on a show for both of them. There was just something about PJ being all awkward and apologetic (as opposed to Max and his terse and shitty attitude) when they'd last been here...it was, well, weirdly cute. Ok...and he's got a really big dick, if she's being perfectly honest. Given how pissed off she'd been with Max just days before, coming up with any old excuse to throw his skinny ass out (before she gets to the 'bumping uglies' part) shouldn't be an issue.

Eyes on PJ the entire way, she model-walks across the room, popping her hips as she goes. At the end, she does the requisite all-attitude, legs-spread, hip-pop before turning away. A teasing bite of her finger tip as she turns, she hip-pops back to the screen, her derriere jiggling as she goes. PJ, sitting at the edge of her bed, stares on with bug-eyed amazement. Even after all of their high jinks (during spring break or otherwise), it still amazes him that the hottest girl on campus could be so enamored with a dork like him. Max, however, is less than enthused. Still pissed off at Lisa and her roommate for having recorded over the would-be gold mine of footage, he sits on the opposite bed, rolling his eyes at the spectacle.

A moment later, Lisa reemerges, this time sans the garter. After repeating the hip-bouncing walk, this time she stops, straddling PJ's legs. With a flip of her hair, she bends forward and drags her blonde locks across his face. Giving him a devious little smile, she reaches behind her back and unclasps her bra, PJ still bug-eyed and blinking. Holding the sheer undergarment against her breasts, she sways and gyrates in time to Alicia Keys' "Fallin'".

PJ: You... You really oughta be a lingerie model.

Lisa: Wow! You really think so?

Max: (under his breath) Sh'yeah, in the 'Texas' sense of the word.

Instantly angered, Lisa turns and smacks Max in the mouth. With a rigid-armed finger and a stomp of her foot, she points toward the door...and in doing so, drops her bra, the under-thing landing on PJ's head.

Lisa: GET! OUT!

Max, a half-scowl, half-grin on his face, gets up and walks toward the door. PJ, now red-faced with embarrassment, and looking much like Gary and Wyatt trying to conjure Kelly LeBrock in 'Weird Science', attempts to stand.  ...and is immediately pushed back down onto the bed.

Lisa: Not you.

A long jaunt across the quad, and Max is back at his own dorm, having received several curious looks as he angrily gestured and talked to himself the entire way. Up the stairs and down the hall, he flings open the door and slams it shut. Max stops in his tracks, the sight before him gives him a few seconds of pause, and then he rolls his eyes in annoyance.

Max:  Grrreaaat. Just great. Everybody's getting laid but me.

Without missing a beat, Bobby, furiously pounding Ginger's backside in a standing Full Nelson, swings her 'round to see who has violated the golden rule. Teeth clenched, her entire body jiggling and jouncing as the surfer boy's gargantuan oddity pistons into her, the grunt-moaning redhead scarcely opens her eyes in acknowledgement of the intruder...yet manages to give Max a cursory 'hello wave' with the tips of her fingers.

Bobby: Dude! Did you, like, totally not see the sock hangin' from the doorknob?

Download them here.

Original Art by Hackman23

Commissioned by Phillipthe2