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Lisa Simpson in "Educational" Material	By : Thatdarnyurilady Category: +S through Z > Simpsons Views: 28643 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Lisa Simpson in “Educational” Material
- 2-Chapter Two: Jessica and Lisa in; Blasphemy Games
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- 2
It was the Tuesday after the fateful afternoon and already Lisa felt so impatience for the weekend that she finally understood how Bart must feel every school week. Every minute passed like an hour and every hour seemed to last a decade, it was like Springfield had somehow come into contact with some kind of singularity and time had dilated time to the point that the weekend would never come. Of course this was kind of thoughts only a confirmed and proud nerd like Lisa Simpsons would have and in reality time was passing just like normal; in long spurts of forgotten nothingness interjected with moments that leave impressions. It just sucked that all the moment she seemed to be able to remember since that wonderful Sunday were checking any clock she could find to see if she’d somehow managed to fill her day with enough bland forgettable nothing so she could skip all the days of waiting between Monday and Friday. So far she’d had no such luck.
                Monday had passed almost in a blur, the memories of the day before combined with Ms. Hoover’s mundane lecture on the multiples of seven, something Lisa had known since she was three years old, had managed to fill her day nicely. Then she’d go home to discover what kind of antics her family, most often her brother and father, had gotten into this week. Sometimes she dreaded this discovery but it always lead to time passing rather quickly so this week she didn’t think she’d mind if she came home and discovered her father had started some kind of zany business involving outlandish something-or-others. At least that would make the weekend come all the quicker.
Lisa’s home life wasn’t what anyone would call ideal, her family was always in some kind of strange tussle with either a neighbor or a local business or even sometimes (the scariest times for her personally) the Springfield branch of the Italian mafia. Somehow these things tended to work themselves out in about a week but another one was always just around the corner. She feared for her brother Bart as his hijinks were becoming closer and closer to domestic terrorism than the boys will be boys fun they’d been what seemed like a decade ago now.
She was torn out of her intern pondering as she was thrown violently forward. Her forehead impacted that steel safety bar attached to the seat in front of her. She gave a low growl of irritation and pain as Otto’s normal fashion of driving, that being a cross between Grand Theft Auto and the movie Speed, broke her out of her musing. She mumbled incoherent curses under her breath and force herself back against the bus seat with a humph of irritation.
No longer caught up in her thoughts about her very strange family life new thoughts began to creep into her mind. Good thoughts, wonderful and exciting thoughts. Memories from a few days ago flooded her mind; the feeling, the sights, the tastes, she was lost to these memories as she all but drooled staring dreamy-eyed forward into the middle distant, seeing nothing but the images in her own mind. This brought her back to the intolerable amount of time between today and Friday. It seemed like eons! She wasn’t sure she could stand the wait, she feared she might be driven insane by the sheer amount of minutes between now and Friday. Was it possible to driven mad by horniness?
She wasn’t given another moment to ponder this as the timeless sounds of Thelonius Monk’s “Blue Monk” filled the air from tinny speakers. Where was it coming from? She really liked that song, enough that she’d used it for her ringtone. Wait! It was her cellphone! It took her a few seconds to fiddle in her backpack, her little red dress had no pockets, until she found her only slightly dated Mapple phone. She read the display; unknown number. It could be anyone; a telemarketer, a wrong number, even possibly a celebrity guest of some variety! She answered cautiously. “Uhh, hello?”
There was silence at first but then an unexpected voice purred. “Hello Lisa.” Followed by an all too familiar tittering giggle.
Lisa didn’t know why but she slid down in her seat and spoke in a hushed whisper, like she had something to hide or that maybe someone was watching her. “Jessica? How do you have my number?” It was an honest question, she didn’t remember giving the raven haired girl her number.
There is a short musical burst of laugher before Jessica replies. “I asked your brother. I know, I had to ask him because no one else seemed to have it. Like you don’t have any friends or something.”
                Those words would have hurt if they weren’t also very nearly true. Lisa wasn’t really close to any of the other kids in school…well not before a few days ago anyway. Lisa felt her heart skip a beat as wild thoughts bounced around in her head; ‘Why would she want my number? Did she really ask around that much? Why put in so much effort? Is she interested in me? Oh gosh am I interested in her? Say something!’
“Oh!” Was all she could manage after what felt like an eternity but was really about 2.45 seconds.
Jessica didn’t seem bothered by the almost lack of reply. “I’m coming over after dinner tonight, then we’re going out.” She said in a matter of fact fashion, like it was already a forgone conclusion that Lisa would agree.
“S…sure.” Lisa said without thinking, something that so rarely happened for the brainy Simpson.
                The first reply is a short but very honest giggle. “Excited Lisa? I’ll be there at 6:30, bye~!” She ended the call with a soft kissing noise that made Lisa’s heart flutter and her belly fill up with warm butterflies.
                She sat there holding her phone to her ear long after Jessica broke off the call. Did Jessica just ask, well demand of her, to go on a date? Her heart thumped somewhere in the neighborhood of her throat. She automatically slipped her phone into her backpack and sent the remainder of the fifteen minute bus ride in a sort of dreamy haze. She didn’t feel scared or even worried like she so often did but instead just warm and curiously content, a feeling she had never experienced outside of the various prescriptions she’d taken from time to time. Those never seemed to stick however, this feeling lasted without any embarrassing side effects.
                It was like she was walking on air as she stepped off the bus and metaphorically floated down the short walkway to her front door. Once inside she followed her normal routine in a daze; snack, cartoons, homework, wait for mom to call her down to dinner. She had just finished the third item on her daily mental list when a thought popped into her head. ‘I should get ready for my date’.
                She glanced at the clock and saw it was almost five, she had maybe half an hour or forty minutes before dinner would be on the table. That was more than enough time to take a quick shower and pick out a nice outfit. She quickly saved her book report and grabbed the peach scent bodywash she kept hidden in her desk, otherwise her father might spread it on toast of something, and dashed out into the hall.
                The hallway bathroom was thankfully empty. She closed and locked the door behind her before turning on the shower to allow it warm up. She undressed mechanically, first pulling her red dress over her head, then unfastening her pearls, finally pulling off her socks and underwear. Her image in the mirror caught her eye. She’d never stopped to look at herself naked until just this moment, oh sure she’d seen herself without clothes on but never had she actually admired herself. She was a bit on the cubby side, although only around her hips and belly, otherwise she was a normal eight year old girl with smallish nipple and plump smooth vulva. She let her hand wander her body as she watched in the mirror, it felt good but shameful to touch her private places even after what had happened just a few days ago.
                Her fingers begin to tease her tender youth slit while she watches her reflection in the mirror. It felt really good but she forced herself to stop. She doesn’t have very long to get washed up and given the condition of the Simpson house she doesn’t trust the bathroom lock not to just fall off and the door to swing wide open just to spite her.
                Her second shower of the day is quick, extra hot and she pays special attention to her naughty places. She has to force her fingers to stop their insistent probing at her sex more than once, she doesn’t have time to explore her body right now. She is glad she stopped herself because she turns off the water just as her mother shouts in her husky voice. “Lisa! Dinner!”
                She scrambles to get dressed before dad and Bart devour the entire dinner. Her father has only one strict rule and that being a so called “Fifteen Minute Rule”. If someone hasn’t eaten their dinner within fifteen minutes that means it is far game; regardless of the lack of meat on Lisa’s plate.
                Dinner goes by almost on fast forward. There is talk about whatever the rest of the family is up to this week but Lisa is silent caught up in her own thoughts. She is often silent during family meals unless directly spoken too or someone pushes one of her, admittedly many, personal moral buttons. The family doesn’t mind her silence though she is the odd duck of the family and unless she really needs her parent’s advice she is the second quietest Simpson.
                She keeps checking the wall clock and as each minute ticks away she becomes more and more on edge. At 6:03 she finally asks to excused and hurriedly buses her dishes into the kitchen. She rushes up the stairs and into her room to begin the tasking of picking out her outfit for what she’s decided will be her date with Jessica Lovejoy.
“Let’s see; red dress, red dress, red dress, hmm I’ve got seven of these, Sunday best, swimsuit, pair of jean shorts and daisy tee shirt…” She took stock of her very small wardrobe and decided on the dress she wore for church and pretty much every other formal event she takes a second to decide if she’s going to put on the bow or not. She is still debating with herself when the doorbell rings.
Looking up she notices that she took almost forty minutes deciding on what to wear and she only has like five outfits! She silently curses her constant overthinking just as her mother yell up to her that her friend is here. She is out of her room and down the stairs in record time to see Jessica having a pleasant chat with her parents whilst Bart does his best to hide from the girl that single handedly made his life a living hell only a few months (relatively) ago. Lisa knows he still secretly pines for the girl but Bart secretly pines for every girlfriend he’s ever had, weird to think it but her brother is a kind of hopeless romantic. Still waters run deep and all that…
Jessica’s smile changes from the good little girl next door to a devilish grin but only the merest of seconds. Only Lisa and the cowering Bart seem to take notice. For Lisa it makes her heart skip a beat and a blush rise to her cheeks. For Bart is brings about a moment panic that causes him to retreat to the safety of the kitchen.
“Ready to go see the new Survival Games movie, Lisa?” Jessica asks as polite as an angel.
Lisa is a smart girl and she catches on instantly, she can already tell that the Lovejoy girl has no intention of going to see any movie tonight but being a smart girl doesn’t always mean a deceitful one. Lisa manages to stammering. “O…oh yeah, sure Jessica. I’ve been excited all day, which is why I didn’t tell mom or dad, who are you, until just this second! Okay mom we’re off to see the movie and then nothing else, yeah just a boring old movie with a friend nothing to be suspicious about here. Aheh-heh-heh!” Followed by a big forced smile.
There is a moment of silence after Lisa’s rambling totally suspect explanation, then Marge simply says. “Okay Lisa, honey, have fun at the movies.” Without even questioning her good little girl. Jessica grabs Lisa’s hand and with a quick but polite good-bye pulls her out the front door.
                “Ya know Marge something seemed odd about Lisa’s explanation…” Homer chimes in as he comes up behind his wife. He taps his finger against his lips as if pondering some great question about life.
                Marge only looks over her shoulder at him. “I don’t know Homie, it sounds a lot like how you talk when you’re in a hurry.” Her eyes narrow slightly giving him an appraising knowing stare.
                Homer glances around wildly for around a second before muttering. “Yeahhhh, you’re right Marge! I must be imaging things, you know how I imagine things? Don’t you? Don’t you, honey?” He pleads before laughing nervously.
                “Yes, yes dear I love my Homie-Womie’s active imagination. Now let’s get a beer in you so you can get ready for bed.” She says softly, fiddling with what remains of his hair.
                “Wo-hoo, beer and bed!”
                Then life returns to normal in the Simpson house, either in perfect married bliss or joyous willful ignorance. No one can really say for certain.
                Outside Jessica pulls a still stammering, sweeting Lisa down the front path to the sidewalk. “Smooth Lisa. Real smooth.” Jessica chides but with no real ire. She knows that deep down Lisa is a good girl, a very good girl and that might be one of the things she finds so intriguing about her. Jessica could have had her pick from any of the bad girls Springfield has to offer, like that older girl Shauna Chalmers, but Jessica isn’t interested in girls that are already bad. She wants a nice girl like Lisa that she can model into her own little naughty plaything.
                Lisa has no reply and only lets out a small chuckle. There is a moment of silence between them as Jessica turns them onto the sidewalk. Their silence doesn’t feel awkward as they walk down the evening street, there was simply nothing to be said. Lisa finally speaks up after a few minutes of comfortable silence. “So, Jessica, umm where are we really going?”
                “It’s a secret!” Jessica stage whispers, then increases her pace pulling Lisa into a run.
                Soon the girls are running hand in hand down the streets of Springfield, their giggles echoing as they pass familiar buildings and faces; some shout out greetings other’s simply smiles at the youthful energy the girls broadcast, none suspect what the two have already shared. After a shockingly quick fifteen minute run the girls find themselves at the destination Jessica selected long in advance; the First Church of Springfield.
                Lisa is panting and noticeably more out of breath than her black headed companion, Jessica must have been involved in sports at the all girl’s school she attended until recently. That or Lisa is just a little bit out of shape, as bookworms often are. She takes a moment to catch her breath but Jessica hasn’t let go of her hand since they left the Simpson house and she begins to pull the younger girl down the paved walkway.
                As they mount the small step leading the big double doors Lisa finally manages to get a lung full of air. “The church?” She asks, her voice filled with both confusion and a bit of disappointment. It doesn’t make sense to her, Jessica might be the reverend’s daughter but she was a far from holy as the Sun is from Pluto. The building was clearly empty on a Tuesday night, all the stain glass windows were dark and not a single car was in the parking lot. Why would Jessica bring her here of all places?
                Jessica pulls off the backpack that Lisa just now noticed she was wearing and begins to fish inside. She bends over just enough to allow Lisa to catch just the tiniest glimpse of her pink cotton panties, a totally calculated move. She doesn’t even need to see Lisa to know the girl is most certainly watching and waiting for more. She makes a grand show of pulling out a keyring filled with enough keys to make any school janitor proud. “Ta-da!”
                For such a smart girl it takes Lisa a frankly embarrassing amount of time to realize what is going on. The flash of Lovejoy’s panties didn’t help things either, when she saw that tiny flash of pink her mind shut off like a light switch and by the time her brain rebooted itself Jessica was already unlocking the double doors. The creaks open only a foot or so and Jessica slips lithely inside. Lisa starts to ask one of the many questions she has about what is transpiring when Jessica pulls her in, a little squeak of surprise escapes her lips.
                With no lights on the church feels eerie, wrong somehow with vaguely threatening shapes rising up in the multi-hued gloomy light cast by the evening sun through stained glass windows. The only things she can make out for certain are the large cross against the back wall and the pulpit from which the reverend gives his sermons. She begins to feel uneasy, even a little afraid, standing in the tiny wedge of light that peeks out from the partially open door.
                That light soon disappears as the door shuts with a sudden slam causing her to jump and cry out. The room although not totally dark it might as well have been because without that tiny sliver of light nothing in the familiar building seem right, the words alien and arcane come to her mind. She might have well walked into R'lyeh rather than her local branch of the Presbylutheranism faith for all the sense the esoteric shapes and non-euclidean geometry the darkened empty pews seem to create. It is silent in that dimness, somehow smothering and her breath echoes maddeningly back at her with each exhale.
                She swallows to wet her dry throat and softly calls out for her friend. “Jessica?” The word echoes into infinite, coming back to her as hollow impossible words spoken in a tongue unknown to humankind.
                There is no answer besides a faint, somehow too far away creaking noise from somewhere in the gloom. Lisa is no superstitious girl, no sir, she’s a card carrying member of skeptics clubs but the idea of being totally alone in this building has her on edge. Maybe there is something weird in the darkness, just waiting. What if it already got Jessica! She calls out a little louder, more frantic and again gets no reply she begins to feel panic rising in her chest, like humming bird wings beating their last. Somewhere, possibly in another dimension unknown to man, a water heater rattles ominously.
                The sound of a door slowly opening at the far end of the building bring a scream to her lips and just as that noise escapes her the lights overhead flare to life nearly blinding her. She blinks rapidly to clear a few after images from her visions only to see Jessica looking at her with what she believes in genuine concern. “You okay Lisa?”
                It is the first time Lisa has ever heard Jessica’s voice take on that tone, it is oddly endearing to her sounding truly and honestly concerned, she sounds sweet but not in that false saccharin fashion that Jessica puts on when speaking to adults but like…like a normal ten year old girl. It brings those awkward but enjoyed butterflies to Lisa’s belly again.
                The Simpson girl only nods, not trusting her voice after her scream. Jessica throws the keyring down the aisle of pews, they very nearly reach Lisa before they hit the floor and slide to a stop at her feet. She picks them up without thinking. “Lock the doors just in case anyone comes to check why the lights are on.”
                Lisa nods and does as she is told, her voice finally comes back to her once she is finished. “Didn’t there used to be AA meetings in here on Tuesday night?” She asks if for no other reason than to kill some silence.
                Jessica gives her a dismissive wave. “That was before the church burned down….”
                “The first or second time?” Lisa asks idly as she walks towards her friend.
                Jessica looks quickly left and right then hisses. “We don’t talk about specifics remember, Lisa?!”
                An awkward moment passes as each girl looks around, then upwards, then after a few seconds Lisa continues up the aisle as if nothing happened. Somewhere a distant cough echoes in vastness of the Simpson’s impossible-space timeline. “Oh yeah! I guess they wouldn’t have had time to start up meetings again yet.” She says a little louder than conversationally, somewhere something is appeased and our story can continue.
                As quickly as any cat could manage Jessica slips behind the pulpit and with only her head poking out around the left side she answers. “Yep! Until they get their act together this place is our private clubs house.”
                The idea sounds like a lot of fun to Lisa. She hasn’t really been part of any clubhouses and especially not one inside such a nice building as a church. The idea that they are technically breaking and entering does cross her mind but then so does the effectiveness of the Springfield police force and any fear of being caught is instantly banished.
                When Lisa nears the pulpit a sudden burst of giggles and a streak of yellow dashes past her and into the first rows of pews. Lisa is taken totally by surprise by Jessica sudden movement as her voice drifts playfully from her hiding place. “Come and catch me Lisa…” Jessica says her name slightly elongated, somewhere in the range of playful mockery.
                Lisa is confused, it seems like a very long way for Jessica to take her just to play a game a tag and Lisa decides to say as much. “This seem like an awfully strange time and place for a game of tag…” She says still walking towards the lectern. She was about to say more until her eyes spy a bit of purple cloth sticking around the corner of the tall pulpit.
                Looking behind Jessica erstwhile hiding place she discovers something that surprises, excites and worries her all at once. Piled with not an ounce of care were Jessica’s pink dress and light purple shirt. Lisa blushes at the thought of the Lovejoy girl prancing around in only her panties but the idea grows more exciting the longer she thinks about it. This doesn’t stop the exclamation from escaping her lips however. “Jessica! You’re naked!”
                A giggle echoes around the building making it impossible to tell just where it is coming from. While Lisa was busy looking behind the lectern Jessica had hidden herself somewhere in the church. “Na-uhh Lisa, I’ve still got my panties on…” A very sultry giggle rebounds through the massive space giving no clue as to its origins.
                She doesn’t know how to respond to that so she doesn’t, she only stands at the head of the aisle blushing a deep pink and grinning. Somehow she knew this was how things were going to end up, honestly how she hoped they’d end up more accurately. She began to unbutton her dress when Jessica’s voice called out from somewhere.
                “How about we play a game Lisa?” The raven haired seductress               purred. The question must have been rhetorical or Lisa’s answer so obvious that no reply on her part was required. “I’ll hide and you try to find me. If you do you get something nice…” She lets the word nice slip from her lips like a satin wrapped serpent, smooth but filled with danger.
                Lisa was about to ask what something nice was when Jessica continued. “But each time you guess wrong, you have to take off some clothes. If you end up naked before you catch me…”
                A long pregnant silence fills the church as Lisa waits for Jessica to speak and Jessica just allows her words to sink in. Lisa begins to glance around trying to see where she might be hiding; the pews, the hanging cloth between the stained glass windows, even the slightly ajar door to the side of the stage all seem equally possible. Jessica finishes her conditions and she sounded very, very near. “If you end up naked before you find me I get to do whatever I want to you!”
                This send a not unpleasant shiver down Lisa’s spine. She is instantly torn between trying to find the black haired vixen and purposely throwing her little game. Both sounded equally appealing to her but she decides to play Lovejoy’s game, it seemed more fun that way. Without saying anything Lisa picked the place most likely to hide her mostly predominantly nude playmate, the second row of pews. She leaps into the row with a “Found you” on the tip of her tongue. It dies there. The row is empty.
                A short enchanting giggle peals through the mostly empty building. Lisa doesn’t need to be told to follow the rules and she kicks off her shoes without a moment’s hesitation. She notices her socked feet make very little noise on the carpeted floor, an advantage she tries to use to the fullest. She sneaks towards the slightly ajar door that leads into the bowels of the church and with an impotent shout of “Ah-ha!” Exposes empty air.
                Lisa gives a mock growls and begins to take off her socks when Jessica’s voice echoes from possibly anywhere. “Socks and pearls don’t count girl, let’s see you without the dress!”
                She doesn’t know why she should feel as much shame as she does, maybe it is the fact this is a normally a public place or maybe it is because this is supposed to be a house of god, not one she believes in for certain but the fact remains, either way as she unclasps the final button on her dress and pulls it over her head she begins to laugh nervously as she stand there in only her plain white panties. Her nipple grow instantly hard on exposure, both with the slight chill in the big empty room and with her ever growing arousal and excitement.
                A whistling cat-call fills up the empty space, it is clear that wherever Jessica is hiding herself she likes what she sees. Lisa turns in place looking around her at the vast possibilities for places where Jessica could hide, there were so many, it was clear she never had a chance of winning this game and with only one last guess she couldn’t possibly find Jessica. That doesn’t bother her in the least and with a shrug of her shoulders she half-heartedly pulls aside one of the tapestry-like hangings and finds nothing but a bare wall beneath.
                Jessica’s voice comes from nowhere one last time. “Oh, seems like you lose Lisa.” Her voice is filled with playful not-unkind mockery tinted with more than a hint of lust.
                Lisa needs no instruction, in fact ever since her dress came off her panties had felt constricting and far too warm. She doesn’t regret hooking her fingers into the elastic waistband and in a single swift motion dropping her last article of clothing. She kicks them towards the center of the aisle and stands there fully nude, it takes all of her willpower not cover herself with her hand but that would spoil the fun. She wants Jessica to look just as much as Jessica wants to look, to see her round plump ass and her already blushing, moist pussy. It was the point of the game after all, right? What the magazines called foreplay.
                The game had never been fair to begin with. Jessica had slipped into the long forgotten A/V booth nestled above the stage at the forefront of the church. It housed all kinds of cables and devices she didn’t understand but it also held the secret to her little game; a microphone. From her position she could watch the Simpson girl dash to and fro, giving her a good view as she shed each article of clothing until now she stood naked for Jessica’s enjoyment. It took all her willpower not to just rub herself then and there but she had something better planned. Why do it alone when she has a perfectly willing partner waiting and ready?
                “Okay Lisa, now walk forward and face the cross. Then close your eyes and don’t open them until I say so.” Jessica felt a thrill travel all through her body as the blond followed her commands without question.
                Lisa stood with her back straight and her eyes closed, she heard the sound of something opening and closing, knowing she’d been played the whole time. She didn’t care, she knew Jessica wasn’t going to play fair. It was one of the qualities she found so exciting about the girl, she was bad and Lisa knew it, but it made her want her more. She heard soft footsteps behind her as her friend turned lover snuck up on her. Then she heard the electronic click of a cellphone camera and felt hot shame wash over her.
                “What the heck Jessica!” She shouted as she turned to see Jessica peering at the screen of her new model Mapple phone. A flash and another quick faux shutter sound heralded a second photograph.
                Lisa was momentarily furious and ashamed. In her head she’d already created a series of events; Jessica giving the pictures to everyone at school, putting them on the internet, maybe even giving them to Bart or her mom. She felt tears begin to well up in her eyes when Jessica surprised her again.
                With three quick steps she had her arms around Lisa, hugging her in a way that felt both sexy and gentle, tenderness she’d never have expected from such a outwardly bad girl. With a small hushing sound that turned into a quick kiss on her cheek Jessica explained. “Whoa Lisa, these are for me. No one else is going to see them. If you don’t feel comfortable modeling for me we don’t have to…”
                Lisa searched Jessica’s eyes with her own pleading pair. The girl was liar, a cheater, and as dishonest as they come but Lisa wasn’t a stupid girl, if she saw even the smallest hint of deception in Lovejoy’s eyes she’d snatch the phone from her hands and be out of here faster than she could say bitch, but all she saw was honesty. A grin slowly came to Lisa’s face. “F…for lonely nights right?”
                Jessica couldn’t believe how quick to trust Lisa was but she didn’t let that show in her expression, she was a practiced liar after all. “Yeah and afternoons…” She leaned in and planted a soft kiss on Lisa’s lips. “And mornings, ya know, pretty much whenever we can’t be together.”
                They shared a few short kisses, Lisa still wasn’t a confident kisser yet but Jessica led her into a passionate open mouth kiss that lasted exactly long enough. When their kiss broke Lisa’s eyes showed no trace of tears. Jessica stood before her in only her pink panties, a noticeable wet patch completely unhidden between her legs. “How about you pose for me one last time, then I give you your punishment?” Jessica’s eyes grew colder as she spoke those words but Lisa didn’t seem to notice, she only nodded to show her agreement.
                The last photo Jessica took was of Lisa on her back, her legs spread open to expose everything to her phone. Her smooth young pussy and small yellow pucker totally laid bare to Jessica’s greedy eyes. She snapped the picture and took at moment to admire it, it was perfect. Jessica then set her phone down forgetting about the device until they were done, she had needs and Lisa was here and more than willing to meet them.
                Jessica slowly removed her panties, she loved watching Lisa’s eyes follow her moments until her pussy was exposed. The girl couldn’t take her eyes off the prize no matter how Jessica swayed her hips Lisa’s eyes remained locked on her moist sex, like a snake and snake charmer Jessica mused silently. She didn’t know how she’d been so lucky in finding a girl like Lisa, oh sure the other girls had a good time but she doubted any of them would grow up to be lesbian like she was, like she was sure Lisa was. “Come here, on your knees.”
                There was a little hesitation from Lisa at first but it passed almost as quickly as it came. She dropped effortlessly to her knees and crawled forward until her face was only inches from Jessica’s silt, she could smell her arousal and it made her mouth wet. Lisa wanted to taste her again, to know she was making Jessica feel good again and she wasn’t disappointed.
                The words “Lick me” had barely left Jessica’s mouth when Lisa drove her lips straight into the older girl’s pussy. She didn’t just lick, she first kissed her over and over again, letting her lips meet Jessica’s lower pair until the girl was moaning for more. Lisa’s tongue slipped between her engorged vulva and found her hot center, Jessica’s flavor exploded onto her tongue making her shiver and shudder almost as much as Jessica.
                Her fingers begin to clutch at Lisa’s hair, pushing her face into her crotch more forcefully as the pleasure built inside her. As cruel as she might seem she was a million times kinder than the older girls had been with her. Lisa wasn’t crying, Lisa wasn’t being forced, like some of the girls were. Lisa wanted it as much as Jessica did. She didn’t have to hold back her moans in the empty church, her voice echoed like a choir of licentious coos and wanton groans. She began to pant Lisa’s name over and over as the pressure deep down in her belly became almost unbearable, she pushed Lisa away before the dam could break. Jessica had more in mind.
                Lisa’s tongue worked at the empty air until she realized Jessica had pushed her away. “Did I do something wrong?” She pleaded sounded confused and hurt but Jessica only knelt down and kiss her once, twice, taste herself on the blonde’s lips. He always loved her own flavor.
                “Not at all girl. I just don’t want to be too tired to give you your punishment.” Jessica smirked devilishly and stood up, turning away from Lisa. Lisa loved the way the older girl moved her body, her ass while slender still held her attention better than any book could have managed. “Turn around, get on your hands and knees, stay that way.”
                She followed the command quickly, not asking why, she was sure whatever Jessica had in her twisted little head she’d enjoy it. She’d enjoy all of what had happened with her so far, the afternoon that had awoken something in her that until then she had no idea was inside her. Even this game of hide and seek, the dubious pictures, everything felt somehow good to her. She didn’t know if it was right but sometimes it is good to be wrong.
                The sounds of a zipper told Lisa Jessica was doing something with her backpack. Lisa thought she heard the girl removing something and she thought it might be more pornography or something like it. She suddenly realized that Jessica had left her DVD in her laptop! She really, really hoped Bart didn’t borrow it for homework or something or mom opened the disk tray or somehow managed to get it to play while cleaning, she’d never be able to explain it. She prayed to Buddha while on all fours with her everything exposed to the black haired girl behind her, it seemed like a messed up position to pray in but it was the one she was in, Buddha seemed like an understanding deity. She was sure he wouldn’t mind were he watching.
                Lisa felt soft fingers stroking her slowly at first but growing faster and faster, soon she was moaning loud enough to make Jessica’s earlier cries seem like whispers. Thankfully they were alone here and the church was built to absorb sound in case anyone nearby want to sleep in late on Sundays. Droplets of her juice pattered on the floor and Lisa was in heaven, Jessica knew how to use her fingers and Lisa’s body craved each touch. “Oh! Jessica I’m so close!”
                It seemed those were the words Jessica was waiting for and the pleasure stopped as sudden as it began. “Good baby, makes the next part real easy.” Lisa both hears and feels Jessica shifting behind her. “I picked the smallest one…”
                She couldn’t hold back her curiosity any longer, she had to know what was going to be done to her, she took a quick peek over her shoulder and what she say was enough to make her try to pull away, but Jessica held her firmly by the waist. “Oh no girl, this is your punishment.” She then tittered softly, biting her lip as she looked down at Lisa’s dripping, waiting hole.
                Lisa had never seen the object strapped to Jessica’s crotch before but she knew instantly what it was for. A four inch long pink plastic phallic object stuck obscenely out from a leather thong, point at her vulnerable pussy and ass like an accusing finger. Fear instantly gripped her heart in a cold vice, she tried to say something, anything but words escaped her. She wanted to resist, knew she should resist, somewhere deep inside she felt she couldn’t, that she wanted this. But how could she? It frightened her so much. Two voice battled in her head as if in slow motion Jessica guided the strap on towards her pussy.
                ‘It’s going to hurt, it’s going to hurt, get up! Say no, just tell her no!’ One voice insisted.
                The other asserted. “Only for a second, only for a second. Doesn’t it look like it will feel good?”
                She can’t decide between the two arguing voices in her head and as the wet plastic begins to slip inside her she bites her lip. Jessica takes it slowly pushing in as Lisa begins to whimper a little, she places a gentle hand on her back and says. “I’m not going to hurt you, too much anyway.” And with that she thrusts her hips, tearing through the slight resistance of Lisa’s virginity.
                Lisa’s screams as pain flares within her, the pain seems to last forever but as Jessica pulls back and begins her second thrust the string is already lessened, by the sixth thrust the pain if all but forgotten, by the tenth she is crying for a different reason. She is crying out in pleasure, egging Jessica on. Almost, hell there is no almost about it, she is begging her for more. More! More and harder!
                “Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!” Echoes around the house of God, the saints on the stained glass look shocked, appalled, disgusted and frightened but this isn’t for them. It is between Jessica Lovejoy and Lisa Simpson, fuck those judgmental, prudish, primitive screwheads.
                This is a first for both of them. Jessica has never used a strap on before nor has she had one used on her, she found is among her parents “hidden” box of toys in the attic. Jessica has been fantasying about using it ever since she saw it and now, finally, she was doing it in reality. Her own orgasm had been denied purposefully but it started to come screaming back as she soaking slit and arousal hardened clit rubbed against the textured insides of the leather throng, it has almost certainly be designed that way.
                Lisa’s first orgasm was more intense than any she’d had before. Fireworks go off behind her eyes and in her brain as her pussy quivered around dildo slamming deeper and deeper into her, a torrent of her nectar soaks Jessica’s thighs and the carpet below them. She was beyond words or even really sounds, only breathless grunts and joyful sobs escaped her lips. She fell forward onto the carpet as Jessica continued her assault, Lisa didn’t mind she wanted more, she wanted this to continue forever no matter how impossible that may be.
                She kept feeling her climax cresting but never breaking through, it just mounted and grew until Jessica felt tears escape her eyes. She began to shiver as long shocks of pleasure blast from somewhere just below her belly button all the way up to her brain. She pulls back and thrust one final time, harder than ever before giving Lisa her second climax and Jessica something beyond even that. The pleasure burst although out her young body overwhelming her senses, a whiteness creeps into the corners of her vision as her brain swims in a pure pleasure cocktail, all her nerves fire electric joy at once, she has the best clitoral orgasm of her young life, one she’ll remember for decades to come. She swoons and falls onto a still squirting Lisa and within seconds they are both sleeping, cuddled together, still attached by the fake cock between them.
                Half an hour passes before Lisa awakens. She groans as a sore pain she’s never felt before attacks her insides. She grumbles and pulls away from the pain and is shocked when a wet, slippery sound follows her movement and a sudden emptiness in her sex reminds her for what happened. She sits up looking first at the still soundly sleep Jessica and then at wet, sticky and slightly bloody spot they left behind.
                “Jessica!” She whisper insistently, prodding her several times without a response. She narrows her eyes and takes one of Jessica’s nipples between her fingers and pinches, hard.
                Instantly Jessica jolts awake, her voice raised in something between a yawn and a scream. She pulls away from the now giggle Lisa and after checking to make sure her nub is attached gives Lisa a raspberry. “That hurt you bitch.” There is no malice in her voice, no insult was meant.
                And none was taken. “Well this hurt too, b…bitch!” Lisa says motioning to her red and slightly angry looking sex. A dull ache reminded her what they’d done. It continued to for the rest of the night and most of the next morning too, but she didn’t regret it happening. Not even a little.
                It took two tries for them to get onto their feet. Jessica led Lisa to the reverend’s private washroom where they took turns washing each other in the sink. Lisa was too tender to really touch so Jessica was very careful helping her clean up. It took longer than they expected, well both the sex and the cleaning up too took longer than expected but such things tend to do that. Soon both girls would be fit to be seen by their respective parents without setting of instant alarm bells. There was no hope for the carpet however…
                Both still naked they stood over the spot, looking down at it with an expressions of concern (for Lisa) and marked disinterest (for Jessica.) “You think Jesus is going to be mad?” Lisa asked, she sounded a little afraid.
                “Nah,” Jessica said as she gave her friend/lover a gentle slap on her round bare bottom. “He’d have stopped us if it bothered him.”
                Lisa lets out an eep that turned into a giggle. They set about gathering their clothes, it took Lisa a long time since she seemed to have lost her right shoe in the kerfuffle but found it atop a pew. Jessica stopped from pulling on her panties and with a deep blush took them from her. “We’ll trade, until Friday.” Lisa agreed with a naughty giggle as they finally got dressed.
                It was already dark outside when they left the church. After locking the door Jessica hugged Lisa one last time before starting on the way back to her house. She didn’t live far so her trip wasn’t very long. For Lisa however it was different, she was sore, her plastic sandals she was so fond of made for bad distance walking shoes and the spring night was a rather cool one. It wasn’t totally pleasant but at least Springfield was a safe place, it existed in a land were an eight year old girl would walk down the streets at night with almost no risk of stranger danger. Well there were strange people in Springfield (Bumblebee Man, Disco Stu, Hans Moleman) and there are dangerous people too (Mr. Burns, Chester “Snake” Turley *, Jimbo) but it was a more innocent place and Lisa made it home unharmed and just in time for the Eight O’Clock Krusty Show. That guy is on like five times a day it seemed.
In Jessica Lovejoy’s room a few hours later.
                The dim light of an LCD monitor is the only illumination. She finishes taking the pictures of Lisa from her phone and preparing them to be sent out. Her mouse pointer hovers over the button that will send the pictures. She had set Lisa up perfectly, the blond never even knew how bad she’d been lied too. Sure Jessica had some fun with the girl and yeah maybe she liked how she looked, and talked, and smelled, and laughed… but that didn’t matter! There was someone out there she feared big time, someone who knew Lisa very well and wanted the very pictures Jessica had taken.
                The pointer hover over the send button. Jessica knew once the pictures were sent that she’d be one this person’s good side, that she’d have come through on a promise she made to protect her own sweet ass. That’s what really mattered right? All this was planned way before she started to get close to Lisa, before she set up their little afternoon orgy, before she fell in l… the mouse pointer drifted to the bottom of the screen.
                No! Jessica thought returning the pointer to the send button with an angry little grunt. She didn’t actual care about Lisa Simpson. Jessica didn’t really care about anyone but herself. That’s what her parents told her when they shipped her off to bible school, takes what what Lisa’s sap of a brother had said too, that’s what everybody said about her when they thought she wasn’t listening. Even sometimes even when they knew she was. They called her lots of things; heartless, cold, a bitch, a sociopath. All kinds of things, some she had to look up online to understand. Those words used to hurt her but not anymore, not after that bible school. She was done feeling hurt. It was time she did some hurting.
                The pointer hovered over the send button. “I don’t care about Lisa.” Jessica speaks aloud to no one. “She doesn’t matter to me, she’s just a toy. A blond, foolish, trusting, smart, pretty, kind, uhh!” She shook her head trying to get the image of Lisa’s face out of her mind. She wanted to see her other parts, the sexy parts but thinking of Lisa only seemed to show her the girl’s accepting smile. Lisa was supposed mean nothing to her, to be used up and left behind once she got bored. It doesn’t make sense, these feelings, so alien to her now they almost don’t have meaning. She began to grind her teeth slightly as she tried to force her finger to push the send button.
                “I don’t l…I don’t lo…” She closed her eyes and took a shuddering breath. “I…I think I might like Lisa Simpson.” Jessica says to herself in the softest, lowest voice possible. It is the best she can manage, at least for tonight.
                The pointer hoovered over the send button but there was no finger to click the mouse button….
To be continued…
*The character known as Snake is one of the confounding characters in the whole canon he has like five to ten canon names and four to six backstories. If you don’t like the one I could remember off the top of my head then insert your own, we’re both right in this case. Jeez…
Okay, so too much fluff? Too much preamble? Too Smutty? Not Smutty Enough? Thoughts?
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