Lisa and Friend - Part 8 - 4K

Forty-five minutes later, the trio found themselves outside the dorm room they'd been instructed to go to.  They try to look cool, disguising their anticipation...bobbing their heads as if to say 'what's up?' or giving people a wink and a cheesy gun finger gesture...but none of the passersby are fooled by the three dorks.  They look so out of place, standing outside the room of the hottest, most popular girl on campus.

Once the hallway has cleared of bath towel-clad underclassmen and textbook-toting bookworms, the three look at one another, wordlessly acknowledging that now is the time. Just as Max reaches out to knock on the door, PJ grabs his wrist with a terrified expression. Not a day before they had been sitting in their dorm's common area watching, of all things, Animal House...in particular, PJ recollects the scene where 'Otter' goes to meet Mandy Pepperidge at the Rainbow Motel.

PJ: Dude, this can't be real. There's gotta be, like, a dozen frat guys in there waiting to beat us to a pulp.

Max: Seriously, 'Flounder'?

Bobby, the more spontaneous of the three, rolls his eyes behind his blue-tinted glasses. Reaching between the pair, he knocks on the door while giving the two an impatient growl.  Inside, there's a 'flump' and a squeaking sound, like someone settling onto an old spring mattress. The three hear the padding of feet toward the door, the rattle of the door lock, and then...

Ginger opens the door enough for them to see that she's wearing nothing but her underthings...a matching set of fancy, red-laced panties and a bra. She glances from Max to PJ with a quizzical smirk, the latter still holding the former by the wrist....then cocks to her head to look at their half-shaven-headed friend beyond.

Ginger: What took you boys so long?

The black pair of hounds simply stare at her, wide-eyed and frozen in place, not quite knowing what to do or say.  Bobby, however, looks over his glasses with a salacious grin and steps forward...parting his googly-eyed friends. In a cheesy, though oddly romantic gesture, Bobby holds out an upturned hand...what some gentleman might do upon greeting a well-to-do woman he's trying to woo. Ginger presents her hand with an amused smirk.

Bobby: (kissing her hand) Bonsoir, mademoiselle. (nods toward Max and PJ) Pardon my tongue-tied friends. Pouvons-nous entrer?

Ginger shakes her head with a flirtatious roll of her eyes, smirking at Bobby's cheesy greeting.

Ginger: S'il te plaît, entre.

Bobby: Merci.

Ginger opens the door fully revealing her blonde-haired bestie atop the bed, on her hands and knees, and...unlike her herself...not a stitch of clothing to be seen.  Bobby doesn't bat an eyelash, still holding the redhead by the hand, guiding her into the room. Max and PJ, however, remain firmly planted in place...even more wide-eyed than before as they stare through the open doorway.

Bobby nonchalantly releases the redhead's hand, watching as Ginger giddily crosses the room, relieving herself of what little she's wearing as she goes.  Climbing atop the bed next to her bestie, the pair bite their lower lips in anticipation, looking on as Bobby parts ways with his t-shirt and board shorts.  Max and PJ, they're done, but there have been rumors...their circle of friends gossiping about the other giant that lurks in the trio's dorm room.  Lip biting turns to broad, toothy smiles...the rumors were -not- exaggerated...their eyes fixed on the massive shaft between the young man's legs.

Lisa: Oh - my - gawd. He isn't even hard yet.

Ginger: I know, right!

Both women reach out, two sets of hands grasping the surfer-boy's shaft, the two hotties sharing a purely lust-filled look as Bobby's manhood joltingly rises to attention. PJ has the girth, Max has the length, but...goddam! Lisa and Ginger can only stare at one another with matching oh-faced expressions, momentarily awestruck by the gargantuan oddity swaying in front of them.

Bobby, amused by the pair's reaction as he may be, still manages to look over his shoulder and clears his throat.  Max and PJ blink back to reality, both simultaneously trying to step through the doorway...and in doing so, bouncing into one another like some kind of exaggerated vaudeville act.  Still ahold of his shaft, both women lean out in opposite directions, looking around Booby to the pair of hounds beyond....and then roll their eyes in unison.

Bobby: You gonna shut the door or what?

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Original Art by Hackman23

Commissioned by Phillipthe2