Lisa and Friend - Part 2 (Patreon)

Lisa and her friend, freshmen at Spoonerville College, find themselves in Daytona Beach for Spring Break.  High up in a beach-side condo, suitcases in hand, the pair unlock the door to their room and step inside.  Lisa's friend (we'll call her 'Ginger') pulls the curtain aside and opens the sliding glass door to take in the sights from their balcony.  Lisa, however, instantly begins to dig through her suitcase, eager to get downstairs and poolside to flirt with the boys and catch some rays.

Ginger: Oh - my - god!  This place is, like, packed.  Look't all the people on he beach!

Lisa: Sooo gotta pick the right suit.  I can't decide...

Ginger turns around to look as Lisa holds a couple of swimsuit options over her low-cut halter top and capri pants.

Lisa: Should I, like, go with the string bikini...totally shows off my underboob...or (holds up another) really wow 'em with the full-on sling bikini?

Ginger: Hmmm...  (staring at her cleavage) Push 'em up or spread 'em out?  That's a tough one.  Maybe you should, like, (looks at the ceiling, faux-innocently) model 'em for me.

Lisa: (knowingly smirks) You just wanna get me naked, don't you?

Ginger: (rolls her eye, feigning embarrassment) Maybe.

Unbeknownst to the girls, Max and PJ have also made their way to the 'world's most famous beach'.  Having arrived the day before, the boys are totally unaware that they've booked a room in the condo opposite of Lisa and Ginger's.  PJ, his face covered in pancake-thick sunblock and wearing a giant sunhat, lounges on their balcony.  Sipping on an absurdly large umbrella drink, he scans the crowds below with a pair of binoculars, looking at T&A.

Max: God, you are such a perv.  We could be down there, mingling, looking at it in person.  But, nooooo..."I don' wanna get sunburned".

PJ: Dude, you know I've got sensitive skin.

Max: Ohh, po' wittle PJ's got sensitive...  S'that you talkin'...or your mom?

PJ: Fuck yyy...

PJ suddenly sits bolt upright in his chair, nearly dropping his drink as he scans the building opposite of theirs.

PJ: Dude, is that...?  DUDE!  You are not gonna believe who's...

Max: Urgh.  Please don't tell me it's my dad.  Anyone but that.

PJ: Dude, it's Lisa...from school...and what's-her-face...the redhead!

Max: Bullshit.  Get the fuck outta here.

PJ: Ohhh my gaaaawd...and she's taking her clothes off!

Meanwhile, in the other building, Ginger watches as Lisa pulls her halter top up and over her head.  Flinging the top aside and turning away, Lisa playfully covers her jiggling breasts with her arm while biting her lower lip.  

Ginger: Here, lemme help you with those.

Stepping up behind her, Ginger reaches around Lisa's waist and unbuttons her pants.  Slipping her thumbs into Lisa's waistband, Ginger slides her pants and white, cotton underpants down her thighs.  Stepping out of them when they reach her ankles, Lisa turns around and looks down, finding the redhead on her knees, grinning up at her.

Ginger gently runs her fingertips up the back of Lisa's thighs, grabbing her butt cheeks, and then pulls her hips towards her face. Ginger arches her neck, pushing her nose against Lisa's 'landing strip' as her tongue slips between her labia.  Grabbing two handfuls of red hair, Lisa's eyes flutter as Ginger's tongue prods and circles her clitoris.

Lisa: S...sss...so much for sw-swuh-swimuit  modeling.

Letting go of Lisa's cheeks, Ginger wraps one arm around her upper thighs, clamping them together so that she can't squirm around.  Bring her free hand around, Ginger slips her index and middle finger up and into Lisa's sopping wet vagina, driving them in and out of her.  Shuddering, already feeling an climax building, Lisa moans and squirms as she pulls Ginger's face tighter against her.

Ginger tightens her grip around  her thighs, now vigorously thrusting her fingers into her as she sucks and tongues Lisa's clit.  Arching her back, now practically standing on her tip-toes, Lisa screams with delight as wave after wave of pleasure courses through her.

Lisa: Ohmygah...  Ohhmy...  Ohhh...  OHMYFUCKINGGAWD, YESSSS!

Stuttering for breath, the spasms slowly subsiding, Lisa's eyes flutter open as a distant noise catches her attention.  Her eyes finally focusing, she's greeted by the sight of two familiar faces on a balcony opposite of theirs.  They appear to be slap-fighting over a pair of binoculars.

Lisa: Oh my g-gawd.  Pluh-please tell me th-they didn't see...

Ginger: (her mouth still in Lisa's muff) Whuff?

Lisa physically turns Ginger's head, pointing at the building across from theirs.

Ginger: You gotta be shittin' me?

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Original Art by Hackman23

Commissioned by Phillipthe2