Surprise her

You walk up, haul back and smack her on her ass. She jumps with a squeal, flipping over.

You laugh at her reaction, and she stares up at you. Her heart must be racing. It looks like you just about scared her to ****.

Lisey comes to her senses and takes off her headphones, turning red. She’s not shy. Not at all. Someone shy would not be in your bed in her underwear without an invitation, but Lisey does have some dignity, and now she’s noticing how she’s splayed up, pokey nipples showing through her top, and with her legs spread, nothing but thin cotton covering her.

She brings her legs together and clears her throat.

“Hi, Jenny.”

“Hi, Lisey. Why are you in here?”

“Hiding from everyone else. You know if they could find me on the way out they’d be asking me to do stuff. Help carry. Look after this while we’re gone, look after that,” she says, rolling her eyes.

“So… laziness?”

“Whatever. It’s vacation,” she says. “Why so violent?” She turns and twists a bit to look toward her rear. “That smarts.”

You put your things down and sit, then lounge beside her.

“Want me to kiss it and make it better?” you ask.

You don’t know Lisey very well. You aren’t sure that anyone does. But she’s come scratching at your door several times, and you find her pretty and interesting enough that you’ve never turned her down. She’s an enigma, but she’s very cute and knows how to show a girl a good time. She’s the only one in this whole place that’s ever made you get loud enough that other girls teased you about it.

“Actually, I’d rather that you rub my feet,” she says, rolling onto her back and scooting to rotate her body toward you. She lifts her legs off the bed and pushes her bare feet toward you.

“Jesus Christ.” You laugh and sit up. “You spoiled little brat.” You grab her feet and squeeze.

“Mmm. You can call me names if you want, just don’t stop.” She lies back comfortably. “Oh, yeah. I can scream if you want. Make everyone think you’re doing it to me.”

“Let’s not,” you reply, rubbing her soft skin.

She looks up at you between her legs and pushes, prodding your boob with her heel.

“Why so frisky?” you ask.

She yawns and stares at the ceiling. “I’m just glad to be done for the week.”

It seems like everyone feels that way. “Do you know what’s going on with Sissy?”

“Going on?”

“Seeing anybody?”

Lisey snorts. “Seeing anybody? Who’s not seeing somebody? Besides Kris.”

That was fair. “Do you know who?”

“Not really.”

“You ever do it with her?”

“Look at you, nosy,” Lisey says to you.

“I’ll stop,” you threaten.

“Don’t stop.” She sighs in satisfaction as you rub her feet. “I did it with her once. She was drunk. It was her room. She’s fierce.”

Interesting phrasing.

Lisey’s looking a little pink again. “Good, though.”

Sissy is very sexy. You definitely enjoyed her initiation, where she blindly lapped at your pussy while naked. You also shared a shower with her a week or two ago and flirted a little bit. Was there anything off about her? The only thing unusual with her is that she was pretty confident and assured for a pledge. But Lisey is the same. She’s not a pledge anymore, but Lisey acts like… well, like you.

But it works for her. Nobody kicks Lisey out of bed. She’s got a firm, smooth little body, and magic fingers. She’s fun. Today’s been weird. Maybe you could do with some fun.

“Harder,” she says.

“Excuse me?” You grip her ankles and spread her legs, matching her gaze. Then you look down at her panties, stretched tight across her mound.

You didn’t plan this situation, but it’s a hell of a view, and you don’t see Lisey in this kind of humiliating position very often.

Compliment her?

Or tease her?