What Lisa Wants, Lisa Gets.

BY : Lennox
Category: +S through Z > Simpsons
Dragon prints: 8544
Disclaimer: I do not own The Simpsons. The characters are the property of Fox/Disney and I am not associated with the owners of the show. This story is a work of fan-fiction, was written for entertainment purposes, and is not intended for profit.

Chapter 1

This was unknown territory for Lisa Simpson. She was used to having the answer for everything. A solution for every situation that crossed her path. But this one had her stumped. For the first time in her life, Lisa didn't have an easy answer for what had been, up until now, an easy question. And that question was a blue-haired boy by the name of Milhouse Van Houten.

Over what seemed like almost twenty years, but had really only been several months, Milhouse had been crushing on her. At first Lisa had shrugged it off as something fleeting that he would grow out of - simply a rebound relationship after his kissing trysts with Samantha in Bart's treehouse had been ratted out. But it wasn't fleeting. Milhouse kept persisting. And, slowly but surely, Lisa's defences were wearing down.

There was something about Milhouse's earnest pursuit that Lisa found captivating. She had never considered herself to be one of those girls who could be won over by the chase. She knew from talking with her parents that they started out in an uncannily similar fashion. Homer had been enraptured by her mother from the moment he laid eyes on her and persisted in his bumbling attempts to woo her affection until he had eventually won her heart.

Milhouse's efforts had been largely easy to dismiss. But an ill-timed screening of Finding Nemo had changed Milhouse's outlook on life and he began to assert himself, initially in disastrous fashion, as he proclaimed his love for Lisa to the entire student body of Springfield Elementary. Lisa had responded with an embarrassing public rejection - but his fling with a 5th grader named Taffy had unearthed feelings of jealousy and Lisa's thoughts were soon consumed with Milhouse - an altogether unfamiliar feeling seeing how it was usually the other way around. Taffy broke things off with Milhouse due to his lingering attraction to Lisa and, riddled with guilt at the role she played in their breakup, Lisa kissed Milhouse for the first time.

That kiss would not be the last.

This was the inaugural night of their "deal". In exchange for Milhouse's pledge to no longer embarrass her in public by making grand proclamations of love to her, and his permission for her to remain passive aggressive towards him in front of their friends, Lisa had agreed to indulge Milhouse's attraction to her discreetly. They sealed this arrangement that same evening by making out for a solid hour on Holding Hands Point.

What followed was a number of secret rendezvous to play hockey with each other's tongues and tonsils. The girls' washroom at school, in seclusion behind the Springfield Library, during nature walks at Springfield Falls, and even once in Bart's treehouse. Lisa had to admit - Milhouse was a great kisser. Certainly a lot better than Nelson, who only tried to ram his tongue down her throat with the subtlety of a jackhammer. His experience with Samantha hadn't hurt and Lisa even noticed her saxophone skills had improved from all of the extra practice she was getting. But Lisa was always firmly in control of how far she allowed things to go and kept her emotions largely in check.

Until now.

A switch had been flicked in Milhouse's brain that turned him from submissive lapdog to indifferent bad boy. Instead of freely offering up his cupcake on a day when Bart had appropriated his sister's lunch, Milhouse simply refused. He no longer wanted to wait for Lisa after band practice or debate club, he made her wait for him outside of the Android's Dungeon while he and Bart leafed through comic books. And they had gone over a week without a make-out session before Lisa had to practically drag him into Willie's custodial closet during recess and force herself on him. That session was more passionate than any previous one and yet Milhouse broke it off after two minutes, told Lisa to get a breath mint and walked off.

Lisa wasn't sure what to make of this "new Milhouse". She was positively flustered. He was exuding an air of confidence that she found incredibly intoxicating. She had seen signs of this in the past when he had tutored her in Italian or when he brooded over his parents being lost at sea. But this was different - Milhouse was making a conscious decision to behave this way and it was short-circuiting Lisa's brain. She was running errands for him. She was baking for him. She was giving him cute pet names. Lisa's self-restraint had abandoned her. She had surrendered control to Milhouse. And, what's worse, is that she found herself liking it.


Lisa had not heard from her brother since dinner. Maggie was asleep in her crib. Her parents were out in the backyard breaking several local fire codes by constructing a makeshift bonfire out of sex toys that Homer had impulsively purchased as an olive branch after their latest spat. Lisa's flannel blue nightgown hung down to her knees. She had already discarded her slippers in anticipation of calling it an early night despite it only being a little before 9pm. While perusing the life story of Dizzy Gillespie for the third time in her book, Jazz From J to Z, Lisa's attention was diverted to her window. Two cupcakes, coated in frosting the shade of blue meth, splattered against the glass. She hopped out of bed and opened the window to see Milhouse peering up at her from her front yard. The moon was full so she recognized him instantly. Identifying the cupcakes as the same one they had shared at recess earlier that day.

"Awww, that's sweet," Lisa smiled.

"And those are the only two that reached the window." Milhouse pointed at the exterior wall of the Simpson house. Lisa counted seven of the thirty-seven similar blue cupcakes that had been splattered all around her window before her gaze fell back upon him.

"Look Milhouse, as much as I can appreciate a grand romantic gesture, I'm probably going to get yelled at for this. So what's up?" 

"I wanted to drop by and surprise you without your parents' noticing."

"I gathered that from the fact that you elected not to ring the doorbell. You know, like a sane person would have. Well, you have my attention. Now what?"   

"Could I come in and see you?"

"Oh, that's not suspicious looking at all. Can't you see that I'm already dressed for bed?" 

"So what?" Milhouse scoffed. "I've seen you in your nightgown plenty of times. You look especially cute in it. It brings out the blue in your eyes." Lisa felt the rush of blood fill her cheeks at the compliment, and she secretly hoped that Milhouse didn't see her blush from the front yard. She bit her lip as she considered his request. Lisa was a little surprised that he hadn't demanded he let her in, considering his behaviour of late. Nevertheless, she decided to relent. 

"I'll meet you at the front door," she whispered as she grasped to close her window. "Just keep your voice down. Maggie's asleep."

Milhouse watched as the girl of his dreams vanished from the view of the window. He made his way over to the front door and raised his fist on impulse. Just before his clenched hand collided with the door, he stopped himself and lowered his arm. 

"No," he calmly told himself, "she's going to open the door for me. I am not the one who knocks here." Milhouse barely had a moment to compose himself before the door was opened from the inside. Lisa stood there, welcoming the boy into her home. She threw herself into an embrace with him in front of the open doorway as soon as he stepped inside. Lisa planted several light kisses on his lips before prodding his mouth open gently with her tongue. She forced upon him a more passionate smooch in plain view of their neighbours. After several seconds, Lisa lifted her leg and gently swung the door closed with her bare foot.  

"I'm glad you're here," she said once their kiss was broken. "We need to talk about this afternoon." Milhouse was taken aback by Lisa's sudden and bold public display. 

"Are you sure this is alright? I can always come back later tonight, or tomorrow. I mean, your parents..."    

"Milhouse, my parents think you're harmless. Here, I'll prove it." Holding his hand, Lisa pulled Milhouse behind her as she walked through the living room and opened the back door.

"Mom, Bart wants to know if Milhouse can sleep over tonight. Is that OK?" Marge glanced up from the blazing pile of acrylic bondage gear and plastic dildos.  

"Sure, Milhouse is always welcome here," Homer said nothing as he rolled his eyes.  

"Thanks, Mom," Lisa said as she went to close the door. She paused for a second before ducking her head back through the entryway. 

"By the way, some kids from school said they were going to hurl stale cupcakes at our house tonight because I successfully lobbied to have school funds diverted to the school band from the home economics club. I think it's all talk, but if that happens at all you know why. I'm going to bed. Good night!"  

"Night sweetie!" Marge smiled before turning her attention back towards the bonfire.

"Mission accomplished. I even gave you an alibi. Now where were we?" Lisa asked as she nestled herself against her visitor for the night. But for a moment, Milhouse's attention was fixed on the window.   

"What are your parents burning in the backyard?" 

"It's a long story. They had a fight and Dad must have bought the entire inventory of The Elegant Scoundrel in order to win Mom over. One trip to the hospital later and it's all burning in the backyard." 

"Why didn't they just return that stuff and get a refund?"

"This is my Dad we're talking about. He's not too bright." Lisa took Milhouse's hand and began to lead him back through the house. They walked in silence until they reached the stairs.

"You wouldn't by chance know where Bart is, would you?"  

"Sure do. He's at my house. He's been wanting to play the new Bonestorm Remastered game for a while now." 

"Wait a second," Lisa paused with her hand on the stair railing. "He's in on this plan of yours? I was just covering for him with Mom."  

"I wouldn't say 'he's in on it.' I just told him he could play in my room for a few hours while I was out. My Mom was cool with it."  

"Really? That's surprisingly considerate of him," Lisa pondered as she led Milhouse to her room. Behind the closed door, Lisa hopped on her bed, clasped her hands together in front of her and spent several seconds deep in thought.  

"Milhouse, I have to tell you something. When you said earlier today that you could never be mean to me, I needed you to know that you were wrong." Milhouse paused. This was not where he expected this night to go.    

"What do you mean?" he cautiously asked.      

"I mean that I liked it when you were mean. I love it when you're assertive. Whether it's about something I want, like that cupcake at school, or something you don't want me to have. I mean, I really like it. I can't even explain it properly."                                                                                                  

"But Lisa, that's not who I am." Milhouse said. Lisa reached forward and grabbed Milhouse's hands. She held them in her own, looking through his glasses and into his eyes.  

"Milhouse, a backbone doesn't change who you are. Just like me accepting our deal doesn't change who I am. And if that means you act like a jerk for the right reasons sometimes then just roll with it. In your case, it really helps your... *ahem* sex appeal." Milhouse froze.                                                              

'Did she say what I thought she did?' he asked himself. Despite his forced harsh and demeaning nature towards Lisa these past few days, he found himself at a loss for both words and what to do next. He pondered his next move with a nervous gulp before electing to cautiously test Lisa’s resolve.                                                                                                                                                                     

"What was that last part?" he asked her. "I couldn't quite make it out." Lisa squirmed in her spot on the bed.

"I said it makes you sexy." Lisa quickly muttered. A smile crossed Milhouse's lips. 

"Prove it," he said. Lisa pulled the boy to stand between her legs as their lips met in an aggressive kiss once more. She pulled Milhouse down on top of her as they rolled onto the mattress, their tongues exploring their mouths as their hands roamed their backs. Their eyes closed, all Milhouse and Lisa pictured in their minds were each other. Nothing else existed at this point. Just them and the bed they were on. Their passionate kiss went uninterrupted for almost a full minute before Milhouse opened his eyes. Pulling his lips away from Lisa's mouth, he looked down at the girl of his dreams beneath him. Everything was going so right for him, so perfectly. This is what he wanted, what he'd dreamed of. Yet he still had that lingering doubt swimming around in the back of his mind.   

"We're really doing this, aren't we?" he nervously gulped. He feared her answer. Yet his nerves were calmed by the soft touch of Lisa's fingertips stroking slowly down the side of his face. She grabbed him and pulled Milhouse down beside her, his ear next to her mouth.  

"You're goddamn right we are," she whispered to him. "But not here. We should take this where we're less likely to be discovered." Milhouse paused for a few seconds as he studied the sly look on Lisa's face.

"Bathroom?" he asked.

"You read my mind," Lisa grinned.


Lisa hid the shiver of the cold tiles under her bare feet as she made sure the door was properly locked and secure. She froze at the sound of running water, turning around in time to see Milhouse plugging the bathtub drain. Saying nothing, he rummaged though the bathroom cupboards until he found a bottle of soapy mixture. 

"Milhouse?" Lisa asked him. Milhouse didn't reply straight away. His assertive personality had won him the girl of his dreams so far. But after their chat in the bedroom, Milhouse decided to push it just a little further. He poured some of the mixture into the tub, the soapy solution mixing with the pouring water on the surface of the bath. Foam immediately began to form from the agitated mixture. The bottom of the tub quickly vanished underneath a thick layer of bubbles that had formed.           

"Lisa," Milhouse said, channelling his Marlon Brando personality. "Get in the bath." Lisa stepped forward and peeled Milhouse's glasses from his face. Blind without them, Milhouse struggled to make out the figure in front of him. A fuzz of sea-green was lifted to expose a large blur of yellow. Lisa leaned forward to peel her panties down her legs, the faint tinge of white disappearing from Milhouse's failed vision. The blur slowly moved into the tub and switched off the running water. He felt his glasses slip into his hand by his side, and his sight quickly came back into focus as he placed them back over his eyes. Lisa smiled at him from the bath, her frame covered and hidden by the suds. 

"Turn around, Lisa," Milhouse commanded.  

"Awww, I don't get to see the show?" Lisa teased him.

"I didn't, so you don't either. Turn around." Milhouse was firm in what he wanted, and Lisa couldn't resist complying. Satisfied, Milhouse quickly stripped and slipped into the warm bath.

"I've never really shared a bath with anyone else before," he shyly admitted. The confident persona quickly slipped as he realised the reality of his situation. Despite their bodies hidden behind suds and bubbles, he was still naked and sharing a bath with Lisa.  

"Well, you're not the first boy I've shared a bath with," she calmly said.   

"I'm not?" Milhouse's face dropped.  Lisa offered him a warm smile as she shifted to her knees. Her bare chest barely broke the surface of the bubbles and Milhouse caught a flash of a small pink circle on her skin.

"Milhouse, I've got a brother. Bart and I have shared baths before. It's a thing that siblings do when they're younger. I guess it's just easier on the parents to bathe two kids at once." Milhouse felt a little better. Being an only child, he never had such moments.  

"But does it make you jealous, Milhouse? That Bart has seen me naked before? I mean, your vision's pretty bad, right? You couldn't have seen much when I took your glasses."   

"Well he may have seen you naked before," Milhouse quickly composed himself. "But I'll bet that I've kissed you more times than he has." He chuckled to himself as Lisa nervously bit her lip. She quickly turned around to steer the conversation away.   

"Could you wash my back for me?" she asked him.


With Lisa on her knees, Milhouse hesitantly reached out and brushed the suds from her back. He grabbed the bar of soap and lathered up the washcloth in his hand. He pressed it gently against Lisa's back. Shifting to his knees, Milhouse began to drag and wipe it over Lisa's bare skin. In his mind he still couldn't believe that he was actually having a bath with the girl of his dreams. He couldn't see anything thanks to the suds, and he was cursing himself for adding them to the water, but they were still sharing a bath. Their intimate kiss-dates were one thing, but he felt like this moment was bringing them closer than their secret make-out sessions ever did.

"I remember there was one time," Lisa began muttering, "where Bart just started to act really... outlandish, I guess, when I touched his... his thing."

"You touched Bart’s d..." Milhouse started.     

"It was an accident," Lisa quickly interrupted him. "And like I said, we were younger then." She noticed that Milhouse had slowed wiping the wash cloth over her back. What started as thorough enthusiasm had turned into a weak effort.  

"You're not jealous, are you?" Lisa asked as she quickly turned around. Milhouse barely moved. On his knees, he was completely unaware that the head of his stiff cock was just barely poking though the thinning suds.              

"Well, I...." Milhouse said as Lisa grabbed a handful of suds and blew them in his face. 

"Don't be," she whispered to him. "So what if Bart's seen me naked before. It doesn't bother me, and I'm not going to let it bother you." She began to fish around the bottom of the tub where Milhouse had idly dropped the wash cloth, her hand purposefully coming into contact with Milhouse's thigh.  

"Now turn around. My turn to do you."


Lisa couldn't help but smirk at her deliberate choice of words. Just like he did, she shifted onto her knees as Milhouse turned his back to her. The blue haired boy felt the warm cloth press against his back. He was expecting something similar to what he did to Lisa, but Lisa wanted to go further. Pressing her bare chest to his back, Lisa wrapped her arm around him and dragged the cloth over his chest. Milhouse said nothing. He bit his lip as he felt Lisa's breath on his ear, the cloth being dragged tenderly over his breast. Lisa held the cloth up in front of Milhouse's face and allowed it to slip from her fingers. It sank through the vanishing foam and landed in the bath with a small splash in front of him.      

"Whoops," Lisa muttered. "Silly me. Here, let me just..." Lisa slipped her hand into the water to follow the cloth. Milhouse froze as he felt her hand brush against his stiff boyhood. Instinctively, Milhouse pushed her hand away, but he immediately regretted the sudden reaction. He felt Lisa's chest leave his back and he started to curse himself in his mind. As he mentally prepared to turn himself around to face her, Milhouse felt something slide beside him on both sides of the tub; Lisa's legs, bending at her knees.     

"Have you ever touched yourself before?" Lisa asked him as her toes rubbed and gripped his shaft under the water. Milhouse opened his mouth to answer. But instead, he decided to turn it back on her. He didn't want to be mean or too assertive towards her, but he didn't want to offer nothing to this moment either. He decided that he would meet himself halfway.       

"Have you?" Milhouse asked her, quickly turning Lisa's question back onto herself. He grabbed Lisa's foot and lifted it out of the water. As one foot worked and rubbed his shaft with her toes, Milhouse wiped the suds off the other and pressed his thumbs to her sole. Slowly he applied pressure and began to rub and massage Lisa's foot. He brought it up to his mouth and dragged his tongue along the arch and up the length of her big toe. He let it slip between his lips, sucking on it while slowly pulling on her ankle until the toe came free with a slight pop. Behind him, Lisa began to rub herself under the water. She felt two toes slip into Milhouse's mouth, his tongue sliding between them, while the light moans of her own pleasure echoed around the tub. And with his back to her, Milhouse didn't see her cheeks turning a light shade of red.


Milhouse took his time working on Lisa's foot, giving each toe one final lick before he released her ankle. Her foot came down into the bubbles and splashed against the surface of the tub. He turned around to face her, grabbing the other ankle near his shaft.       

"How about you do that out of the tub?" he suggested. Lisa froze, her cheeks flushing a brighter shade of red, and her finger pressed firmly between her slit.    

"What?" she coldly asked.  

"You heard me," Milhouse grinned as he patted the porcelain ledge. Lisa bit her lip, spending the next couple of seconds arguing with herself in her mind. Finally, she took a deep breath and lifted herself out of the water before she could lose her nerve. With her legs spread and her fingers framing her slit, Milhouse was given his first look at Lisa's pussy. She didn't hide it, she didn't push him away. As soon as she rose from the water, Lisa knew that she wanted him to see her as she began to stroke herself again. Milhouse's cock was twitching below the water, and Lisa casually rubbed it with her toes. Her finger would slip in the shallow valley between her pussy lips, slowly tracing up the length of her slit to tease the tiny button that was her clit. Lisa gave Milhouse several seconds of her show before she used her foot to press his dick against his stomach.   

"Come on, you too. I'm letting you watch this time Milhouse. Be fair." Milhouse didn't want to argue. He stood up, his rigid boyhood proudly on display, and sat down at the far end of the tub. Lisa twisted her body and placed one foot up on the ledge, leaving the other submerged, so Milhouse could see. They smiled at each other as they began to rub themselves. Their eyes drifted downwards between their legs. Lisa watched Milhouse's closed fist pump his shaft up and down over and over, while Milhouse watched Lisa's finger slide up and down her slit.     

"I'll do you one better," she winked at him. With one hand, Lisa spread her pussy lips for Milhouse as best she could, while the other eased her finger inside herself. The young girl gasped, gently letting her pussy accommodate the intruding digit.      

"Oh... wow..." Milhouse whispered in awe and delight. Pre-cum leaked from the tip of his shaft and was carelessly collected on his hand as he rubbed himself. His eyes were glued to Lisa fucking herself with her finger, watching it slowly vanish inside her perfect body. Together, they both felt their climax rapidly approaching.        

"How are... you... feeling...?" Milhouse groaned. Lisa's hand flew from exposing her pussy back onto the edge of the tub. She never gave him an answer. They came together. Milhouse held his cock as his cum sprayed up over his torso. Lisa quickly jerked her leg back into the bath to help support her trembling frame. Her finger still buried within her, the young girl quivered as she brought herself to orgasm. It took all of her strength to keep herself from falling into the tub or back onto the floor.    

"I think..." Lisa panted, "I think we just came." Slowly and carefully, she eased her finger out of her.  Milhouse nodded in agreement, gasping for breath as he gently leaned against the tiled bathroom wall.          

"I've... I've never really done that before," he gulped. "Even alone." Lisa swung her legs out of the tub. On shaky and slippery feet, she carefully made her way around to Milhouse and lunged at him with her mouth. Milhouse met her with his arms as their tongues slipped between each other's lips. He swung his legs out of the bath and slipped off the edge of the tub. His semen-coated stomach rubbed against Lisa's belly, her fingers drenched in her juices trailed against Milhouse's skin. Their make-out session went uninterrupted for what felt like several minutes, but it was Lisa who soon broke their kiss.    

"I think I finally understand why my parents enjoy their 'snuggling' so much," she breathed.

"So... does this mean you... you love me?" Milhouse decided to finally bite the bullet and asked the question that had been on his mind since they started their secretive make-out sessions. Lisa didn't answer straight away. She was a little shocked by the sudden question, yet deep down she knew it had to come up eventually. The several seconds of silence she waited to respond took a toll on Milhouse's face, and Lisa watched it drop as realisation set in. She quickly brought her hand to his chin to lift his gaze to her smiling face, and she planted a soft kiss on his lips.   

"You know, I think we're just in 'lust' with each other, given what we've just done."

"So... what does that mean?" Milhouse cautiously asked.   

"It means I enjoyed doing it with you," Lisa smiled. "And that I hope we can keep doing it." Her smiling face suddenly turned serious. "But you can't tell Bart or anyone else about this, okay?"  "Can I tell Puppy Goo-Goo?" he asked excitedly, and Lisa resisted the urge to roll her eyes at such a childish remark. Instead, she playfully poked his nose. Milhouse grabbed Lisa's wrist and moved her juice-coated finger down to his mouth. Initially disgusted, she spied traces of Milhouse's cum on his own hand. Her disgust quickly became curiosity and she reached for his hand. Lifting it up, Lisa cautiously took a taste. They gazed at each other, beginning to lustfully lick each other's hands clean, before dropping their wrists and plunging their tongues back into each other's mouths. As they kissed, Milhouse's shaft grew hard once more, and started to grind at Lisa's slit between her legs. 

"We're really... too young to be... doing stuff like this," she muttered between their kiss.  

"So, do you want to stop?" Milhouse asked, breaking the kiss and fearing the answer. 

"Oh hell no," Lisa said almost straight away. "I'm not even sure that I can. You've flipped a switch in me, Milhouse. There is no way we're going to stop now."

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