Lisa and Friend - Part 1

**Update: Added a story to this one, making it the beginning of the Lisa / unnamed redhead story.

It's the first week of April and there's only one thing on the minds of the students at Spoonerville College...Spring Break. Sure, Lisa and her best friend (we'll call her 'Ginger' for ease of reading) had taken plenty of springtime road trips while they were at Spoonerville High, but this was their first, real adventure in college. Instead of making the grueling thirteen hour drive from the middle of Ohio to Daytona Beach...what the hell, Lisa's family has plenty of money...they opt to make the trek in style.

Two hours into their four hour flight, Lisa stares out the window, not really paying much attention as Happy Gilmore tries to best Shooter McGavin on the in-flight movie. Covered in a blanket, her strawberry-haired bestie leans over and snuggles up to her, resting her head on Lisa's shoulder. Minutes later, Lisa looks down and snickers as Ginger, peering up at her with a smirk, begins to fake-snore.

As Bob Barker walks across the green, having called Happy a 'bitch', Lisa feels a hand beneath the jacket tied around her waist...and then fingers sneaking over her waistband. Looking down with a raised eyebrow as if to say 'Really? Here?', she's met with a devious smile as Ginger nuzzles her nose against Lisa's neck.

Reaching forward, Lisa grabs an airplane blanket from the seat pocket in front of her, unfurls it, and then pulls it up to her chin. Resting her face against top of Ginger's head, pretending to sleep as well, the redhead waists no time. Popping button on her pants, Ginger slides a hand into Lisa's panties, her middle finger bypassing her clitoris and parting the blonde's already slippery labia.

Curling her finger upwards, Ginger plunges it deep inside her companion's tight vajayjay. Eyes squinted tightly shut, Lisa does her best to not draw attention to a full-body shiver. Minutes pass as the redhead vigorously fingers away, beads of sweat already beginning the glisten on the blonde's cheeks and brow. Slipping a second finger inside, Ginger lets out an almost silent giggle, watching as a red-faced Lisa fights the urge to moan out loud.

Ginger has long since known the tells of when Lisa is about to come. Tears welling up in the corners of her eyes, they pop wide open. Her lips quivering as she makes an 'oh-face'. Yeah, she's almost there....any second now.

Lisa suddenly grabs Ginger's wrist, her thighs clamping tightly around her hand as a dinging noise sounds. Somewhere behind them someone has pushed the call button for a flight attendant. Her abs cramping, Lisa lets out out an almost inaudible, trembling groan through her pursed lips. She was so close.

A short while later, the flight attendant having gone back to her station after tending to whatever the passenger needed, Lisa buttons her pants beneath the blanket. Sitting up, she adjusts her jacket so that it covers her front, hiding a huge damp...and extremely obvious...stain between her legs.

Lisa: (whispering) I gotta... Gotta go to the...

Repeatedly bobbing her head to one side while darting her eyes towards the back of the plane, as if to say 'follow me', Lisa stands and shuffles past the seated woman. Ginger can't help but to tug at the blonde's jacket as she passes, Lisa turning to give her a faux-angry sneer when she reaches the center isle.

Message received loud and clear, Ginger waits a few minutes after hearing the bathroom door click shut, then gets up and walks back. Turning around when she reaches the closed dividing curtain between first class and couch, she looks around for any curious onlookers. Seeing none and making certain that the flight attendants were busy in the forward galley as well, she gently taps on the bathroom door.

The door opens, revealing a completely naked Lisa. Ginger just stands there, wide-eyed, gawking at the sight before her. Reaching out, Lisa grabs Ginger by the forearm and snatches her bestie in, locking the door behind her. They're breasts smashed together in the confined space, Lisa wastes no time, unsnapping Ginger's pants with one hand, her other hand slipping into the redhead's panties.

Lisa: Now, where were we?

Original Art by Hackman23

Commissioned by Phillipthe2