Lisa and Friend - Part 7

Months later, with Spoonerville College well into its Fall session, Max and PJ find themselves in the student union munching away on something resembling a cheeseburger and fries. Across the way, Lisa and her throng of gall-pals gossip away, seeming oblivious to the pair of hounds. Aside from the one night on Spring Break, Lisa and her redhead friend haven't said so much as a single word to them in so many months.

Naturally, after getting the single image of a nude Lisa and Ginger developed, the picture made its rounds around campus. The story that accompanied it, however...not a single sole believed that the two hotties would even remotely consider hooking up with the pair of dorks. College-age women taking provocative pictures of themselves was nothing new...becoming humdrum and downright boring as time passed.  Without any concrete evidence...namely, the videotapes that Lisa and her bestie had absconded with...the single picture disappeared into relative obscurity.

Bobby: What's happenin' my bro-dogs?

The ever-chipper, self-styled surfer sits down adjacent to the decidedly dejected-looking pair, setting a giant plate of nacho goodness down in front of him.

Bobby: What's with the long faces?

Both Max and PJ wrinkle their noses at their mohawk-clad friend, abruptly looking over his shoulder at the giddy blonde and company beyond. Bobby doesn't need to turn and look, the disgruntled pair having gone on and on about their supposed foursome for months on end. Bobby merely shakes his head, rolling his eyes behind a pair of blue-tinted sunglasses.

Bobby: Dudes. Again with these chicks? You gotta let it go, man. If they didn't already give 'em a proper Viking funeral, there's no way you're ever gonna see those tapes again.

The three sit in silence, Bobby happily grubbing away at his nachos, leaving Max and PJ to pick at their now-cold burger and fries. A short while passes, the orange-haired hound licking his fingers clean of the tangy cheese, Bobby peers over his glasses at the low-spirited-looking pair. Without saying a word, he pushes away from the table, turns, and walks toward the assembled table full of women...leaving the two to stare on with wide-eyed puzzlement.

They can only watch in amazement as Bobby swaggers up to their table, the preppy grouping at first giving the surfer-dude an out-of-his-clique look of annoyance. Max and PJ look on, unable to hear what they are saying, as Bobby gestures and gesticulates...the clutch of young hens glancing from him to the onlooking hounds. Annoyance turns to smiles, smiles turn to laughter, laughter turns to... Before they know it, the entire table of women is staring at Max and PJ...a mix of lecherous and lustful raised eyebrows, sultry smirks, and biting of lower lips.

The women turn to one another, gossiping and giggling as Bobby meanders back to the table...save for one. Lisa looks on for a moment longer, a particularly dirty-minded look in her eyes, before turning back to her clutch of hens. Max and PJ continue to blink in astonishment as their focus shifts from Lisa to Bobby as he sits back down. The black hounds trade a wordless look as if to say 'What the fuck just happened?'

Bobby: (to Max) She'll text you later. (to PJ) You gonna eat that, dude?

Bobby abruptly points at PJ's half-eaten cheeseburger, pulling the entire food try toward him before his rotund friend can even begin to wobble his head to the negative. Max and PJ can only look on with bewilderment, Bobby chomping away at the cold sandwich as if nothing had happened.

Hours later, back in the trio's dorm room, Max and PJ poke and prod Bobby for information.

Bobby: Dudes, chill. Women are no mystery, man. Like, all I told 'em is exactly what they wanted to hear. Chicks like that...their little social cliques...eventually they get sick of the little-dick, jock machismo.

As if to put an exclamation point on Bobby's words, Max's cell alerts to an incoming text.  Max digs the phone out of his cargo shorts pocket and repeatedly blinks at the screen. Sure enough, it's from Lisa.

Lisa: (text) Thirty minutes. Spooner Hall. Room 214.

Max looks up from the tiny screen, wide-eyed, glancing from roommate to roommate.

PJ and Bobby: (in unison) What?

A second text snatches his attention back to the phone, this time it's a video. Max can only stare at the screen, mouth agape... Lisa, clad in little but a cutoff ringer t-shirt (with no small amount of under-boob slipping out from beneath it) and a pair of athletic socks, lays atop her bed. Hands cupping her privates, panties around her ankles, she seductively winks at the camera while biting her lower lip.

Lisa: Bring your chubby friend...and the chatty one, with the hair.

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Original Art by Hackman23

Commissioned by Phillipthe2