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Cheeky Girl	By : FairySlayer Category: +S through Z > Simpsons Views: 30025 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own "The Simpsons" or have any connection to the property whatsoever; I receive absolutely no money or compensation of any kind for writing this. This is strictly a parody intended for adults.

Chapter List
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Lisa had expected it to be a tense few days, but things started looking up when she got home that afternoon. When she walked into the kitchen, her mother was on the phone. Marge smiled at Lisa and raised a finger for her to wait a moment. “One second, Patty. Lisa just walked in,” she said before taking a large envelope off of the counter and handing it to Lisa. “Here’s the catalog you wanted, sweetie.”
Lisa’s spirits rose as she took the Ambertomboy & Snitch bathing suit catalog out of it. “Thanks, Mom!” she said with glee as she wrapped her arm around her mothers waist, giving her a hug. Marge just rubbed her daughter’s head and continued talking. Lisa hesitated a second and then, during the final tight “umf” squeeze, she gave her mother’s rear a gentle cupping with her free hand.
She grabbed her backpack, taking it and the catalog up to her room. Lisa locked the door and quickly dropped her books next to the desk. Turning around, she jumped backwards onto her bed and kicked off her shoes before rolling over onto her stomach and looking at the catalog. First, she spent a few minutes looking at the cover, where several kids were sitting or standing around in a quarry. One of the boys, a blonde who looked about twelve, was wearing a Speedo and standing sideways, laughing, and Lisa examined every detail of his magnificent bottom. She stroked the glossy paper, running her finger along the outline and gently “massaging” it.
After a minute, she flipped through the pages, finally stopping at a picture of a brunette in a two-piece, bending over as if to dive into a pool, but looking back with a big smile. She seemed to be about Jessica’s age. Lisa suddenly remembered being in the bathroom with her, leaning down so close to that gorgeous bum that she swore she could feel its heat on her face. Lisa let herself fall on her chest and briefly pushed her butt up with her knees so she could hike up her dress, exposing her cotton panties.
She turned her head to one side, closed her eyes, and thought about what she had wanted to do. She started massaging her own bottom, imagining it was the raven-haired beauty’s luscious ass she was playing with instead. She thought about gently gliding her hands up and down the crack of those two glorious cheeks, then slowly running a single finger inside, just a little bit at first. She slipped her hands inside the waistband of her panties and started rubbing harder. She then imagined really working Jessica’s cheeks, separating them with her hands and letting all of her fingers run down from the small of her back down to her rosehole, and maybe even further, before tracing out lazy circles on the insides of those plump cheeks all the way back to her hips.
She didn’t dare open her eyes or move her head for fear of losing the gorgeous image in her mind. Lisa hooked her thumbs on the outside of the waistband and pulled her knees forward. She edged her panties down to her knees and then started rubbing her own butt harder. She started to feel the wetness between her legs and tried to massage her slit from behind with one hand while she pulled – almost clawed – between her own ass cheeks. Despite changing hands a few times, it was too awkward to work her pussy like that, so she spread her legs as much as the panties would allow and moved her right hand across her stomach. She started fingering her outer lips in earnest while still massaging her ass.
Her breathing became labored and tears started forming at the edges of her closed eyelids. She poked her index finger into the edge of her butt hole and started working it while sliding her fingertips through her quite-moist inner lips. Suddenly, she had a flashback to when Jessica had snatched her hand to keep her from leaving the bathroom, causing her to lose her concentration for a moment. Why don’t I like touching my own as much as touching someone else’s? she complained to herself.
With a sniffle, she started thinking about how Jessica had let her touch that nicely-shaped bottom, even after discovering her shameful secret. Lisa’s wrist was straining to keep a finger at the edge of her butthole, so she resumed working it and started pressing her middle finger in and out very gently, not actually entering – just moving and massaging the insides of her cheeks and stimulating her sensitive pucker. She remembered back to when Jessica was testing her: how nice the sexy girl’s ass looked with those lacy panties on it. Her face tightened and she was now breathing loudly between her clenched teeth. Then Lisa used her index finger to gently flick her clit while remembering the great look she got at Jessica’s crack while the older girl “fixed” her underwear.
“Oh God!” she cried softly before biting her lower lip, breathing rapidly through her nose. She roughly pulled out her left butt cheek, letting the cold air find its way deep between her thighs. Then she strained to put her middle finger back against the hole. Without taking time to figure out the positioning, she imagined Jessica was somehow fingering her pussy and ass while Lisa was stretched over the older beauty’s back, snuggling her butt with her face and hands. She felt her insides tensing almost violently and then releasing, spasming as more juices flowed out onto her hand. Meanwhile, she could feel her butthole gently “sucking” on her left middle finger as each wave of the orgasm struck her.
Lisa stayed on her knees for a minute, breathing through her nose and leaving her hands right where they had been. Finally, she sighed and started breathing through her mouth as she gently stroked her moons a few more times.
There was a sudden knock at the door. Lisa’s eyes shot wide open and she fell over on her side.
“Lisa, what are you doing in there?” Marge’s voice carried through the door. “I thought you were just looking at swimsuits.”
“Uh, just seeing what looks good, Mom,” Lisa answered while wiping her hands on the bedcovers and then pulling off her panties the rest of the way off. She quickly added, “But I wanted to try my old ones on to see if I really needed a new one.”
“Well, if none of those do it for you then you can always use the Internet to look for something you like better. Anyway, it’s almost dinner time,” Marge said before walking away.
Lisa sighed in relief and then examined her dress and panties. They were dry, but she needed to wipe herself off before dinner. She balled the panties up in her hands, so that no one would see what they were, and then got up. Her dress fell down over her as usual and she made her way to the bathroom.

Lisa knew it was just a dream, but it was so beautiful that she didn’t give that a care. She was climbing up a magnificent golden hill, gripping into its soft, warm side with just her fingers and pulling herself up with ease. With each movement, the hill jiggled and wobbled slightly, but it never came close to shaking her loose. She finally made it over the hump and got up on her feet, carefully taking a few more steps towards the top before turning around to gaze back at the beautiful city.
However, Jessica was now standing right in front of her, looking at her sternly. A cold wind began to blow, making her raven-black hair flutter wildly. The elder girl wore an oversized red silk blouse, buttoned all the way up but still falling well below her neck. Lisa looked down and noticed that its waist was also blowing freely above her bare hips, thighs and knees. Apart from the blouse, the reverend’s daughter wore only knee-high white stockings. Jessica slowly raised her hands up, drawing the spiky-haired girl’s gaze back to her face as she placed her hands on Lisa’s shoulders. The ground rumbled beneath them.
Their eyes met for an instant. Jessica suddenly sneered and shoved Lisa with all her might. Lisa fell backwards and tumbled before rolling sideways down the far side of the yellow mound. However, she was soon caught in a crevasse, surrounded by the warmth of these hills. She stared up into a clear blue sky and couldn’t help but grin.
Jessica appeared above her, looking down with a laughing smile. “I knew you’d like that,” she said in an unusually happy voice. She knelt down and reached for Lisa’s hands, but Lisa just tried to block the bright sky from her eyes as she attempted to see Jessica’s bottom, which was hidden in the shadows of the blouse. The rumbling was getting louder now, shaking throughout Lisa’s body, and Jessica looked at her with concern. “It’s dangerous.” She reached down again and Lisa tried to take her hand, but the intense rumbling shook them so hard they couldn’t get a grip. “Lisa!”
Everything shook violently now and Jessica lost her footing, falling backwards and out of sight. Suddenly, a blast of hot air exploded from underneath Lisa, thrusting her into the air. Her head whipped back from the force.
FAAAARRRT!
Lisa woke up, yanking her head away from her father’s humongous bottom as the noxious gas escaped. He was lying sideways on the couch, watching television. Lisa was nestled behind his legs with her one arm slumped over his hip and the other on his waist.
“Lisa!” Marge called to her again from her chair. “Oh, too late.”
“Eww!” Lisa cried while pinching her nose. It had been two days since the incident with Jessica, and though Lisa had tried not to think about her, she couldn’t help but take the older girl’s advice to be much more careful. Tonight, after repressing her urges for too long, casually resting against her father’s large bottom had seemed like the only good way to indulge her needs a little.
“Sorry, Lisa,” Homer said without looking away from the TV. “But there’s just no stopping Mount Homer from erupting, heh heh heh.”
“I should have put you to bed after you fell asleep on your father, but it looked like you were having such happy dreams,” Marge apologized while Lisa sat herself up. “What were they about?”
Lisa just rubbed her eyes and then looked at her mother with a sleepy smile. “I was climbing a hill with a friend…”
Homer cut in, “Ooh, was it a boy friend?”
“Homer!” Marge cut him off. “Don’t pressure Lisa about that stuff.”
“Aww, it’s okay, Marge!” Homer complained.
“No, Homer,” she warned him. “If you push her too soon she’ll make bad decisions about relationships. Who knows? She could end up falling for some total ass.”
Lisa couldn’t stop laughing, even as she went upstairs to get ready for bed. Marge and Homer just stared at each other, wondering what was so funny. Finally, Homer just shrugged his shoulders and went back to watching television.
The next morning, Lisa caught Nelson looking at her when she got on the school bus, but he quickly went back to beating up Wendell. She avoided looking his way again, instead finishing the homework she’d put aside the night before. Except for a few smudges caused by Otto’s erratic driving, it was perfect. The rest of the day was uneventful. Even when Jessica passed by her at lunch, she hardly noticed because Jessica didn’t appear to even be at all aware of Lisa. Somehow, being snubbed actually made Lisa feel a little better for once.
However, she couldn’t help but feel that something was sneaking up on her, just waiting to pounce. That night, she tossed and turned a lot. She could fall asleep only by thinking about schoolwork and her happy dream. She woke up early and heard Maggie fussing, so she got up and changed her diaper. Marge was downstairs already, but since Bart and Homer were still fast asleep, she closed the door this time to keep the light and noise from disturbing anyone.
Besides, she was still a little apprehensive, so she put Maggie’s powder on in a perfunctory matter, trying not to think about it, but her sister looked at her with disappointment when she was done. “Okay, just a little or I’ll get in trouble,” Lisa whispered with a smile.
She glanced over her shoulder at the closed door, making sure the hall light wasn’t shining underneath. Then, she lifted Maggie’s legs and put her palms against the baby’s bottom while wrapping her fingers around her legs and spreading them into a wide V. She eased her hands back and stroked the insides of those soft cheeks with her thumbs. Maggie cooed in approval, so Lisa leaned forward and pressed her lips into Maggie’s tummy, just below her belly button, and gave the baby a raspberry that made her squeal with delight.
“That should keep you from getting sleepy, I guess,” Lisa said with a big smile as she held both of her sister’s ankles up with one hand and finished smoothing powder over the rest of her cute little ass. Maggie was still smiling as Lisa put on the diaper and then snapped on the outfit Marge had put out the night before. Lisa kissed her sister’s face and raspberried her a few times while carrying her downstairs. She was about to place her in the high chair when Maggie reached out for Marge, who was busy scooping coffee into the filter.
“I guess letting Maggie sleep in a little worked,” their mother commented while taking the baby. “Thanks, Lisa. I’m sorry you had to get up early.”
“Oh, I was awake, anyway,” Lisa said while heading out of the kitchen.
“Lisa?” Marge asked, stopping her daughter. “Is everything all right?”
The little girl turned around and thought for a moment. “Of course. Why?”
Marge continued, “Well, I like that you’re helping me out a lot more at home, but are there any problems at school I should know about?”
“No,” Lisa answered, completely baffled as to why her mother would ask.
Marge walked over and kneeled down to Lisa. “Miss Hoover called yesterday,” she said quietly, “and she said your homework wasn’t up to your usual standards.”
Lisa cringed.
Marge quickly continued, “Oh, no, the answers were all perfect. But usually you’re so neat, and this wasn’t. One of the other kids told her you did it on the school bus a few mornings ago. And you have been in an unusual mood off and on recently.”
“Unusual?” Lisa asked.
“Well,” Marge hesitated. “Unusually happy. Oh! Not that that’s a bad thing, but usually you’re fairly focused and I don’t even have to ask if you’ve done all your homework.” Marge then looked at Lisa questioningly.
“Oh, I did yesterday afternoon, as soon as I got home,” Lisa said, perhaps a little hurt because she’d only done it on the bus that one time. She also couldn’t believe her mother would doubt her about something as important as schoolwork.
“Of course you did, sweetie,” Marge said while giving her a hug with her free arm. Maggie struggled a little, so Marge put her down and she immediately crawled off to the living room. “And I’m sorry that I don’t pay more attention to you, but you know how it is.”
Just then, Homer walked into the kitchen with Snowball II’s tail stuck in his ear. The cat was hissing and clawing at his back, shredding his pajama top in the process. As he headed towards the back hall he called out, “Don’t mind me, just passing through.”
Marge couldn’t help but ask, “What happened?”
“We were out of cotton swabs, so I just thought… OUCH! Nice kitty, please?” he said while stepping into the garage. He closed the door behind him, still pleading with the miffed feline.
Marge looked at Lisa again, “See what I mean? Anyway, Miss Hoover thought you might be interested in a ‘Study Buddy’ so that you have some time set aside and don’t always have to work alone.”
“But Mom!” Lisa protested as hammering followed by Homer’s screams came through the wall.
“Please, at least consider it? Besides, any other kid would be lucky to have your help, and you might even make a new friend,” Marge pleaded.
Lisa huffed. “Okay then,” she said reluctantly as they heard a circular saw starting from the garage.
Marge gave her another hug and added, “Thank you, honey. I feel much better now.” Marge got up and hurried towards the garage as Homer’s shouts got louder.
Shortly after class started, Miss Hoover asked Lisa to bring a large envelope to the principal’s office, giving her a wink and a smile. As Lisa walked down the empty hallway she told herself, “An hour, two or three times a week? It couldn’t be that bad...”
She opened the door to see Jessica Lovejoy sitting in a chair, looking at her with a smile. Principal Skinner was sitting on the edge of his desk, but he stood up when he saw the little blonde. “Ah, Lisa, thank you for coming.” Lisa stood there for a moment, confused. “It’s okay, come on in and close the door,” he said in a stiff yet friendly tone. Lisa complied, but approached with no small amount of apprehension. He pointed with his hand while introducing them, “Jessica Lovejoy. Lisa Simpson.” Skinner motioned to the chair next to Jessica and Lisa sat down.
“Oh, we’ve met,” Jessica chimed in while holding a hand out to her underclassman. Lisa warily took her hand for a brief shake and then turned back to the principal.
“Excuse all the cloak and dagger,” he explained. “But to avoid messing up anyone’s reputation, we should keep this tutoring arrangement on the Q.T.”
“What?” Lisa whimpered.
Skinner seemed a bit surprised by Lisa’s reaction. “Come on, Lisa. It’s hard enough to admit when we need a little help, so let’s not make this any more uncomfortable that it has to be,” he said plainly. “And, frankly, Jessica should be commended for stepping forward…”
Lisa’s heart sank and she felt ill, so she almost didn’t hear him say the last part, “…and asking for your help.”
Lisa looked up in shock. “You mean I will be tutoring Jessica? Oh, for a second I thought…”
Skinner looked at her, confused for a moment, and then laughed, “Oh, good one, Lisa! You almost got me!” He chuckled a bit more.
Jessica turned her head towards Lisa with a smile and purred, “Silly! You would never need my help, would you?” The young beauty then winked at Lisa before turning back to the principal.
“Oh, yes,” Skinner finally regained his composure. “Heh, the thought of having to protect your reputation, Lisa... I mean, if the ultrasonic emitters couldn’t stop the kids from teasing you for being a nerd then nothing will.”
Lisa had a quick flashback to St. Patrick’s Day, when Bart had injected some green food coloring into her apple: As she ran out of the cafeteria, crying and covering her green mouth with her hands, Nelson was in the hallway pointing at her. “Ha...” He called out, being cut short as a high-pitched whine pierced the air throughout the school. It caused all the children to grab their heads and fall on the floor, writhing in pain. “…agh…” he tried to continue as the sound got louder and higher, pulsing more rapidly. He weakly tried to raise his hand again as blood trickled out of his ears and nose. The horrific whining became higher and even more intense, shattering the trophy case and the windows in every door. “Ha!” he finished before passing out.
She snapped back to the present as Skinner continued talking, “Anyway, Lisa, while we can’t pay you or even acknowledge your tutoring, I think that, for you, checking fourth-grade homework is its own reward.”
“Oh, of course,” Lisa said weakly, realizing that there might be at least a tiny silver lining.
“Don’t worry,” Jessica said to her. “It’s going to be a lot of fun. How about I come to your house after school?”
Lisa nervously answered, “That should be fine, heh heh heh.”
“Excellent,” Skinner said without any real emotion. He got up and went back behind his desk. “Okay, you can go back to class now.” He pointed at the envelope in Lisa’s hand. “You can just throw that decoy paperwork away.”
Lisa got up and tossed the envelope in the trash, causing a few sheets marked “SPECIAL NEEDS REQUEST” to slide out in the wastebasket. Jessica got up and walked out of the office with her.
“I was really scared there for a second,” Lisa admitted.
Jessica giggled and said, “I know, and you were so adorable, too.”
Lisa stopped in the middle of the corridor and clenched her fists by her sides. “It’s not funny,” she muttered.
“Oh, sorry,” Jessica said without a hint of remorse. She turned around to face the fuming blonde. “But ruining your life is not what I’m after. Besides, that would be too easy anyway.”
“Then what do you want?” Lisa demanded, her eyes flashing with anger.
Jessica stepped close to Lisa and whispered right in her face, “I like attention. Lots of it. I don’t care if it’s the kind you want to give me or how your family’s gonna react when you bring me home.” She stepped back. “It’s not like I’m asking you to do anything wrong.” The black-haired girl giggled briefly. “But you apparently do have a bit of a naughty streak already, don’t you?”
Lisa’s anger melted away and was quickly replaced by shame. She looked down at her feet, but Jessica gently lifted Lisa’s tiny chin with her fingertips. “Don’t feel bad. I actually like it when others are naughty: then we have something in common.” Jessica turned around and then looked back over her shoulder. “See you later. But for now…” Lisa watched with rapt attention as Jessica slowly slid her right hand down her waist and hip, then to the top of her rear end. Suddenly, she slid her hand into her rear jeans pocket and whipped out a comb. She pulled it through her hair a few times while walking away.
Lisa let Jessica take a few steps before starting back to her class. As she got back to Miss Hoover’s room she thought, Oh, ‘butt for now’ – I get it! She let out a little snorting laugh before going back into the classroom.
Lisa waited in the living room that afternoon, pacing back and forth nervously. Finally, the doorbell rang and she ran to the front door, opening it quickly. Jessica was standing on the front step, now wearing a pink windbreaker over a red cotton short-sleeve blouse and a floral-patterned, dark pink skirt that showed off her knees. Above the edge of her pink sneakers, a hint of short fluffy white socks stuck out.
Jessica immediately turned around and waved at her mother, who was waiting in the car. Meanwhile, the older girl stepped backwards into the doorway and nearly right into Lisa. Jessica’s windbreaker was a bit small for her and didn’t go down past her waist. Lisa couldn’t help but look down at what was just underneath. Her attention was broken when Mrs. Lovejoy honked the horn and waved at the girls while driving off. Lisa quickly waved back before Jessica’s mother was gone. Jessica turned and looked back over her shoulder. “Hi, Lisa.”
“Hi, Jessica,” the little blonde fumbled. “It’s, uh, good to see you.”
Jessica spun around and smiled. “Thanks. That’s why I was showing you your favorite side.”
Lisa’s eyes went wide and she gasped through her nose.
“Okay, that was a bit much, I admit,” Jessica offered sympathetically. “So, should we do our homework in the kitchen?”
“Sure,” Lisa said, feeling a bit more relaxed now that the conversation was becoming education-related. She led her new friend through the dining room and into the kitchen where Marge was preparing dinner on the counter.
Without looking up at first, Marge said, “Oh, is that your study buddy, Lisa? If you want a snack just give me a second,” she said while moving a tray into the oven and closing the door behind it. “It’s very nice to meet you,” Marge said as she turned to face the girls. “Uhh…” she said uncertainly when she recognized the wicked girl.
Lisa smiled weakly but wouldn’t look her mother in the face. “You remember Jessica Lovejoy, Mom, right?” Lisa asked innocently. She just put her books down on the table before pulling out a chair and sitting, doing her best not to look up.
“It’s nice to see you again, Mrs. Simpson,” Jessica said sweetly while gently putting her books down. Then, she pulled out a chair and looked at Lisa for a moment, getting her attention. She winked and then carefully started smoothing her skirt down, ever so slowly, as she took her seat. Lisa made a point of looking away.
“I have to say, I’m a little surprised to see you here, in our home,” Marge said in a mildly angry tone. “That reminds me, I need to polish and count all the good silverware, like I do every single night – in case anyone was wondering.”
“Mom!” Lisa whined.
“That’s okay. I deserve that,” Jessica said meekly while getting up. “I used your son, abused his loyalty, and caused your family a lot of anguish, Mrs. Simpson, and for that I’m truly sorry. Actually, if Lisa hadn’t turned me in then my parents wouldn’t have accepted that I had deeper…” She hesitated before saying, “problems.” With a sad look on her face, she began to close up her backpack and a single tear ran down her cheek.
“But I understand. I was nervous when Principal Skinner suggested I work with Lisa, but I also figured that she’d be able to stop me if I tried to do anything bad.” Jessica dragged her backpack and started towards the front door. “You’re probably right. I’d end up getting your family in trouble again,” she sniffled while walking through the doorway. She sobbed quietly. “I’ll walk home so that my mom doesn’t see me crying. I already worry her too much.”
Lisa looked at her mother and couldn’t believe what she saw. Marge’s eyes were watering, and she was trying to speak but too choked up. Marge rushed towards the crying girl and touched her shoulders, gently turning the sad little girl around before leaning down and holding her close. Jessica dropped her pack and hugged back tightly. Despite the obvious insincerity, Lisa couldn’t help but be a little impressed.
“Oh, sweetie! It’s okay, it’s okay,” Marge consoled her. “That’s all just water under the bridge now. I shouldn’t have said anything.”
Jessica only began to cry even harder, making Marge more frantic. “What? It’s okay! It’s okay!” She began to stroke Jessica’s hair as the fourth grader let it all out. With a little huff of irritation, Lisa got up and brought them a box of tissues. “Thank you,” Marge whispered as she continued trying to help the dark-haired girl regain her composure.
“I’m sorry,” Jessica said between labored breaths. “Most people don’t know this, but my mother can be really critical sometimes. I just didn’t expect both of you to be so forgiving.” Marge picked up the backpack and guided Jessica back to the kitchen table, helping the weepy girl into her chair. Jessica took one more tissue and put the box on the table before carefully cleaning up her tears.
“Just take another minute to calm down and I’ll make you two the bestest after-school snack ever created!” Marge said before rushing down to the basement for some special ingredients.
Somewhat disgusted, Lisa looked at Jessica, “Geez, the only thing missing was you winking at me while you two were hugging.”
Jessica took a few more deep breaths before answering, “Heh, no. It’s really hard to get in character like that. To fake that level of sincerity I have to use all my emotions.” She looked right at Lisa with a wry smile and added, “Yeah, I actually do have some.” Jessica finished drying her eyes and remarked, “Besides, it’s not like I thought you’d be fooled.”
Lisa couldn’t help but smile at that. “Heh heh, yeah, and I’m also sure you had more to do with this ‘study buddy’ thing than Skinner.” She decided to get down to business, as a little homework would help her relax. She sighed. “Okay, I suppose you want me to do your homework for you?” Lisa couldn’t figure out any other reason why Jessica would go through so much trouble.
“Oh, that’s okay,” Jessica said as she pulled out her worksheets and a pencil. “The idea was to do better on tests, so you can just double check me.” This made Lisa a little more concerned about this new unnatural pairing, but Jessica mistook her expression for disappointment. “Don’t worry, I could really use your help for the essay questions,” she said before starting.
Despite her lingering worries, Lisa started her homework as Marge quietly put a plate of hot quadruple-chocolate gingerbread deluxe s’mores on the table, followed by two glasses of cold milk.
Within forty-five minutes, the girls had finished their assignments and all but two of the treats. As they checked each other’s homework, Bart strolled in from the garage with his skateboard and went straight to the refrigerator. Without looking, he called out to Lisa. “Hey dork. Who’s your new dorkfriend?”
Lisa cringed. She wasn’t sure that “the deal” would be enough for him to overlook Jessica’s presence. She hoped that this would be one of those times he didn’t pay attention to her: she could always think of a less-shocking way to tell him later.
Bart turned around and looked at them from behind. “Ooh, s’mores!” he noticed. He stepped over, grabbed one, and turned to leave. Lisa breathed a sigh of relief as he rushed towards the living room without looking back.
“Hiiii, Bart,” Jessica purred.
Bart stopped dead in his tracks. Lisa dropped her head into her hands and groaned.
Bart slowly turned around. “Uh, Jessica, so nice to see you,” he said suspiciously while stepping towards Lisa. He grabbed his sister’s wrist tightly and said, “Lisa, can I talk to you in the garage for a moment?”
“Well, we’re just finishing up, so if you can wait…” she protested as he practically dragged her out of her chair.
“Excuse us,” Bart called back to Jessica as he closed the door. “Lisa, why is she here!?”
Lisa tried to explain it all at once, “Bart, don’t worry. Jessica and I are just getting together for some schoolwork, just a few times a week for an hour or so. Mom is cool with it, and we’ll leave you alone. There’s no reason to get upset.”
“Upset!?” Bart said while scrunching his nose, surprised. “Why would I be upset?” He suddenly wrapped his arms around Lisa and hugged her tightly. “You’re the best little sister ever!”
“Ack!” Lisa struggled until he released his grip. “Bart! Don’t get any ideas! We still have a deal…” She stopped short, as if suddenly realizing something.
“Uh, I’m supposed to stay out of your business and you stay out of mine. It’s just that Jessica and I have our own unfinished business,” he reminded her, finishing with a little laugh.
Lisa looked up at her brother with sad eyes and pleaded, “But Bart! This is kind’a important.” Her lower lip stuck out just a little bit.
“Well, it’s not like I’m going to chase her away or anything,” he tried to appease her. “Having her around could be a lot of fun.”
“Oh, alright,” Lisa groaned. “Just let us get our schoolwork done, okay?”
“Fair enough.”
They went back into the kitchen to find Marge preparing more food and chatting with Jessica. Marge turned to Lisa. “I asked Jessica to stay for dinner. If you two are done you can go watch TV or something.”
Bart went straight over to the gorgeous fourth grader and tried his luck. “Yeah, it’s almost time for Krusty.”
With the faintest hint of a smile, Jessica just said, “No, thank you.”
“Uh, how about cartoons then?”
“Not my thing. Sorry.”
“The Brockman Factor?” Bart was reaching.
“Maybe some other time.”
“Bumblebee Man?” he pleaded.
Jessica giggled, “Tonight, I think Lisa and I should talk and get to know each other a little better.”
Feeling some pity for her son, Marge suggested, “Bart, maybe you should do your homework before dinner.”
Lisa finally stepped in, “Hey, Jessica, you wanna see my room?”
“Sure!” she answered with a big smile.
As Bart went to get his backpack from the entryway, the girls scooped up their books and then scampered upstairs. Lisa had just closed the bedroom door when Jessica said, “Maybe you should lock it.”
“Oh, I thought you might want Bart to pop by,” Lisa said as she pressed the button.
Jessica grabbed a couple of Malibu Stacies off Lisa’s shelf before sitting on the bed and sliding her shoes off with her feet. “Maybe some other time, but I think it’s time for us to play a little bit.”
Lisa sighed, “Yeah, Bart could be a problem, but in the garage I realized that you were probably counting on that.”
“Yes, I heard.” The little Lovejoy patted a spot right next to her on the bed and said, “Let’s talk over here.” Though somewhat in doubt, Lisa sat on the bed, though she left about a foot between them. Jessica didn’t seem to care. “What is this ‘deal’ you have with Bart, anyway?” Jessica dropped the dolls to her left, letting one fall on the floor next to the bed.
Lisa gave the fallen doll a concerned glance but didn’t make a move to retrieve it. “Oh, that,” Lisa said while looking back at Jessica. “Basically, we just stay out of each-other’s business, but we go out of our way not to mention anything, even the innocuous stuff.” Lisa suddenly wondered if Jessica knew what innocuous meant, just a force of habit when talking to other kids.
Jessica scooched closer and turned before gently picking up Lisa’s wrist in her hand. Lisa didn’t try to stop her. “Why? Have you been doing something harmless that you wouldn’t want anyone to find out about?” The older girl started brushing her left index finger over Lisa’s hand, making the little blonde shudder for a moment. “Shhh, it’s okay. I know you don’t trust me, but I’m going to find out anyway. So, tell me: I really want to understand.”
Lisa looked straight ahead at the wall and didn’t say anything. Jessica bent her head down and kissed the top of Lisa’s hand. “Your fingers are so small and cute and nimble. They’ve been very busy with writing, playing the sax, making art projects… touching Nelson’s bum.”
Lisa started to shiver and her eyes began to water.
“That’s okay,” Jessica cooed. “I heard that you two dated for a little while. Maybe you like it when other people are a little naughty too?”
Lisa just nodded and sniffled. Jessica then took Lisa’s hand in her own and put her other arm around Lisa’s back, pulling them both together. Once they were leaning on each other, Jessica dropped her hand down to the top of Lisa’s behind and began squeezing it gently through her dress. With her other hand, the raven-haired inquisitor brought Lisa’s hand to her mouth and gently sucked on the younger girl’s index and middle fingers for a few moments. Lisa didn’t feel like crying anymore, as Jessica’s actions made her feel calmer yet trapped. It was like she had been locked in a maximum security jail cell and there was no point in trying to fight her way out.
Jessica kissed the top of Lisa’s left cheekbone then rested her forehead against it. She whispered in Lisa’s ear. “Are you afraid you’ll be caught touching yourself here?” she said while giving the blonde’s bottom a little pinch, but Lisa just shook her head a little. Somewhat frustrated, Jessica closed her eyes and pushed her head against Lisa’s a little harder. “Okay, I’ll tell you a secret first. Do you remember the boy from the library?”
“Yeah,” Lisa whispered.
“Well, the third time we went out, I touched his penis,” she admitted.
“What!” Lisa’s eyes went wide in shock and she turned to look at the older girl. However, she noticed Jessica’s sad expression and immediately became concerned. “What’s wrong?”
“His parents weren’t home, so he took me to his house to watch TV in the basement, or so I thought,” she said before taking a deep breath. “But he was all over me. He kept touching me everywhere, trying to pull up my blouse, and feeling my butt and thighs… and trying to touch me there. I tried to stay cool and told him I had to go home, but he wouldn’t even let me off the couch. I didn’t want to let it show, but I was really scared.” Her voice trailed off and she put her forehead against Lisa’s shoulder.
Knowing how convincing the raven-haired temptress could be, Lisa wasn’t sure if she should believe any of it. “Did he hurt you?”
Jessica lifted her right hand to Lisa’s waist and held her before raising her head. She flashed a smile, but it faded quickly as she continued, “No, I wasn’t going to let him. I decided to ‘take the bull by the horn,’ so to speak.” She let out a little giggle that Lisa could tell was forced. “I unzipped his pants and fingered it through his underwear. He liked that. Then I made him lie back and he pulled his pants down. I’d never seen one sticking up like that before, but I knew that he was going to try to stick in inside me if I didn’t do something. So, I began to touch and rub it, watching his face to see what made him feel good. My hands were shaking so hard that I wasn’t sure I’d do it right, but he liked it ‘cause he thought I was doing it on purpose. I worked my way off the side of the couch and stood next to him as I played with it.”
Lisa could feel Jessica tremble slightly, but there wasn’t even a hint of crying in her voice. “His pants and underwear were around his knees and I was standing where he couldn’t get a good grip on me. He’d just clumsily rub my back or bum once in a while. Lisa, I really wanted to run out the door and get far away, but my legs wouldn’t let me. I wanted to cry, but I just kept smiling and telling him how nice it was. It seemed to take forever, but afterwards I realized it all happened during the commercials.
“Suddenly, he grabbed my butt really hard and started grunting. I could have gotten away, but I didn’t even jump. I just froze. His stuff shot up in the air, getting all over my hands and his belly. Even after he let go, I kept rubbing for a little while until he made me stop. He cleaned himself with some tissues, and he didn’t even offer me any for my hands. Then he just pulled me onto the couch next to him, but I realized it was only because I was blocking the TV. He told me to go home right after the show was over.”
“That’s terrible,” Lisa consoled her. “What did you do?”
“I just avoided him and stayed away from the library. That’s probably why my grades dropped a little. After that, he saw me around town a couple of times, but I just told him I was busy or grounded. Good thing he lost interest. Gosh, I would have died if I had to tell my parents, and they probably wouldn’t have believed me, anyway. I didn’t even tell the therapist they made me see, but they only sent me ‘cause of my grades. So, actually, I never told anyone about it until now.”
“You poor thing,” Lisa said genuinely.
“But that’s not the whole secret,” Jessica said, turning her head down.
“It isn’t?”
A look of shame came over Jessica’s face as she began to speak, “The truth is, I really liked being touched down there. If I wasn’t so scared that he’d hurt me, I would have let him take my panties off.” Then she laughed and added, “Of course, I would have made him beg and promise me stuff the whole time. Anyway, I know what it’s like to be really scared, so it’s okay if you don’t want to tell me whose bums you’ve been feeling besides Nelson’s.”
Jessica then leaned in close and whispered, even more softly, “…and your baby sister’s.”
“How did you know!” Lisa gasped as she pulled back to escape, but Jessica’s grip was quite firm.
Jessica smiled. She lifted Lisa’s hand and briefly ran her warm tongue across the little girl’s knuckles. “Sweetheart, your hands are nice and clean, but your forearms absolutely reek of baby powder.”
Lisa suddenly pulled her hand away, spinning towards Jessica while falling out of the older girl’s grip. The blond immediately dropped to her knees. “Please don’t tell! Please don’t tell! Please don’t tell!” Lisa begged over and over again until Jessica reached down and put a finger across Lisa’s lips.
Jessica slid down onto her knees in front of the blonde and looked into her pleading eyes. “Of course not, Lisa,” she promised while wrapping her arms around the shaking second grader. Jessica pulled Lisa tightly against her budding chest and stroked her hair, much in the same way that Marge had done to her just an hour or so earlier. “I don’t want you to get in trouble, but I can’t help you keep your secrets if you won’t tell me everything, okay?”
Lisa nodded and sniffed. Jessica’s dark hair smelled of flowers, and there was even a hint of perfume. Jessica suddenly ran her hands down Lisa’s shoulders and arms, stopping to hold her hands. Lisa looked up at her and shyly admitted, “I feel my mom’s when I can, and sometimes my dad.”
To reward her honesty, Jessica got up on her knees and pulled Lisa’s hands around her, placing them on her behind. “I wanted to dress nice for your parents and Bart, but I wore something extra special just for you.” Then she guided Lisa’s hands down past the hem of her skirt before raising the blonde’s hands up underneath it. Lisa inhaled sharply when she felt only a narrow strip of lace separating Jessica's bum cheeks. The raven-haired girl let go and then held Lisa tightly again, holding the blonde’s head against her stomach. “Go ahead. I trust you,” Jessica cooed.
Lisa started feeling all along the outsides of those luscious lower orbs, all the way out to the hips and then back to the middle. She kneaded one side while cautiously running the middle finger of her other hand under the loose lace, up and down between the small of Jessica’s back and down to where the underwear was stuck between the older girl’s closed legs. Lisa closed her eyes and concentrated on the warm soft behind that she had been thinking about for days.
Jessica whispered, “What about Bart?”
“No,” Lisa said while moaning. She turned her face straight into the base of Jessica’s chest, caught up in the ecstasy of stroking a gorgeous behind.
“Why not?”
Lisa turned her head in the opposite direction as before and, without opening her eyes, answered, “I’d like to, but he’s usually stinky. And I don’t think I could talk him into it. Even if I did, he’d just hold it over me for a while and still end up telling anyway.”
Lovejoy took Lisa’s head in her hands and gently turned it to face hers. Enjoying the moment too much, Lisa didn’t even open her eyes as Jessica bent her head down and kissed her fully on the lips. Jessica licked and pushed her tongue into the little blonde’s mouth for a few seconds while wiggling her ass with delight. Lisa didn’t fight back at all; instead, she welcomed the extra motion and kissed back in hopes that it would continue.
Jessica’s breath grew heavier and Lisa started probing deeper with her fingers, separating her temptress’ cheeks a bit more forcefully as she kneaded and squeezed them. Lisa pressed herself up closer, moving her fingers even farther into the beautiful chasm on Jessica’s backside and sliding them down the bottom of the crack, all the way to the pucker. She used her middle finger to tease the outside while using the other fingers to wiggle the insides of those lovely lobes. Her other hand then gently rolled the other cheek while pulling it out away from the busier hand.
Lisa didn’t even hear her mother calling from downstairs, “Lisa! Jessica! Dinner in five minutes!”
After thirty seconds of kissing and stroking, Jessica broke the kiss and let Lisa’s head fall back between her just-budding breasts. Lisa barely managed to suck up the drool that was on her lips before pressing her head against one of them. Jessica kissed the top of her head and whispered, “It’s too bad that dinner will be ready soon.”
Lisa didn’t respond other than to continue her ministrations. “Maybe we could have a sleepover sometime,” Jessica suggested.
Lisa slowly opened her eyes and looked up, “Oh yes!”
“Good,” Jessica chirped. “I have an idea for your father and mother… and I might be able to get you a better deal with Bart.”
“Really?” she asked.
Jessica slowly ran her hands down Lisa’s arms again, this time gently easing them away from her bottom. “Yeah, I’ve already started working on it,” Jessica said with a big smile. “As a matter of fact, I think he’s ready to deal, considering that he’s been in the tree house trying to watch us for the past ten minutes.”
“Huh?”
“Oh, he couldn’t see anything: the lights are off and we were always facing away from the window, plus he definitely can’t see what was happening on this side of the bed. As far as he knows,” she explained while picking up a Malibu Stacy, “We’ve been playing with dolls the whole time.”
“Ooh, you’re good,” Lisa said.
“Know what? So are you,” Jessica said before suddenly kissing Lisa on the cheek. “I can hardly wait for our first sleepover, but now we’d better get cleaned up for dinner.” With that, Jessica pushed herself back up, sitting on the bed to put her shoes on again. Lisa picked up another doll and stood up as well before they left the room and went to wash up.
Outside, Bart sighed and started climbing down from the tree house. “Dolls,” he grumbled. “I was sure they were talking about me.” He went inside to get ready for dinner.
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