Lisa appears as you’re working on the seminar assignment

The rest of the day—psych class, a few hours holed up in the library, and then dinner—goes by in a blur. You find yourself sitting in the hall lounge working on the Writing Seminar assignment, trying to organize your thoughts, but you mostly end up getting distracted by your conversation with Christina and Arthur.

“Ew, your prof sounds like a total creep,” Christina says, sitting on one of the chairs facing you. “Making you write about sex? And didn’t you say your seminar class was the one with a bunch of girls? I bet he was the one who requested that be the case.”

“Sounds like my kind of class,” Arthur laughs. It’s a weird hiccupy noise that mildly ticks you off. “Any way that I could transfer in?”

“If Christina’s right, the professor wouldn’t let you in anyways,” you say. “But he’s kind of nice, in a weird sort of way.”

“Dude, all the professors here are weird,” Christina says. “I asked my friends back home, and none of them are doing the stuff we’re covering in our ‘calculus class.’”

You suddenly spy Lisa coming into the hall, dressed in a short skirt and sky blue top that leaves her creamy thighs bare… you glance at Arthur, and see that he was just as distracted as you were. Lisa hardly glances at the three of you as she passes by, and then you call out to her.

“Hey sis, how’s the seminar assignment been going for you?”

“Totally fine,” she says, pausing for a second to give you a look that says Really? You stopped me for that?

“What’ve you got so far? I’ve been having trouble getting my thoughts in order,” you say.

“Were you even listening in class?” she asks. “I pretty much gave it away then, so you should’ve listened if you were looking to just mooch ideas off me.”

She always gets this way when there are other people around.

“I mean, I thought that your ideas about how capitalism plays into the whole prompt was pretty cool, but that’s your thing, I’m not going to steal it. I wanted to run by you some stuff about how this could play out in different countries,” you say, feeling slightly peeved.

Lisa puts a hand on her hip and thinks for a second. She shrugs.

“I’ll stop by your room in ten minutes,” she says. “But I’ll have to leave right after that.”

“See you in ten,” you say, giving her a smile.

She walks away then, and Arthur punches you in the shoulder.

“You know if she’s done the Freshman Fifteen yet?” he asks. “‘Cause you know, if she hasn’t… put in a good word for me, will ya?”

“Disgusting,” Christina says, rolling her eyes.

“Sorry Arthur,” you say, patting him on the back. “Maybe next time.”

Lisa knocks on your door four minutes after leaving you back at the lounge.

“You’re early,” you comment as she pushes the propped door open and walks into your room.

She closes it shut behind her.

“Your idea sounded interesting,” she says, sitting down on your mattress, bouncing just a bit as she does. “Tell me about it, I want to hear more.”

“What, and you couldn’t have told that to anybody out there?” you ask.

“Obviously not,” she says, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

“Alright then,” you say, with a small shake of your head. You pull up the notes you had on your laptop and take a quick look at them, refreshing yourself. “I realized during class today that everyone was talking about ‘love’ and ‘sex’ in an American context. It struck me that we could easily expand our horizons, and maybe think about how the two interact in other countries. Like I was just looking it up, and apparently leaders in the Soviet Union used to kiss each other in the mouth when they were officially greeting.”

“No way,” Lisa says, her eyes lighting up. “You mean like, Tito and Stalin used to make out? Before, you know, they split up…”

“Probably,” you say. “There’s a story that Brezhnev kissed Tito so hard that his lip started bleeding, which, you know, given your predilections…”

“Shut up,” Lisa laughs, swatting your arm.

“Not my problem that you like slash fics so much,” you laugh. “Maybe you should work that into your essay somehow, let the professor get to know your kinky side a bit.”

“Oh, I bet he would love that, that pervert,” she says.

“Wait, Christina was just saying the same thing earlier!”

“I mean, she probably heard from Annalise, with the way that old man looks at her...”

“She does dress provocatively,” you say, and then quickly: “Not that I’ve ever checked her out.”

“Yeah, but he’s a professor,” she stresses. “It’s not like how Arthur was checking me out earlier.”

“He tried to get me to set you up with him,” you say conspiratorially.

“Please tell me you beat him up.”

“Well, I didn’t go that far, but—”

“Good,” she smirks. “Because then you’d have to beat yourself up too.”

“What do you mean?” you ask, trying to play innocent.

“Well, you were looking too.”

“That’s just because the human eye is naturally drawn to…”

Your voice trails off as you realize you don’t have a good way to finish that sentence.

“To?” Lisa asks you, leaning forwards. She flashes a tantalizing amount of cleavage as she does so.

“... to things that are hot?” you finish quietly.

“Glad to know you think I’m hot,” Lisa laughs. She gets up off the bed, swaying her ass seductively as she makes her way to the door, those creamy thighs on display again. “I’ve got to run now, but it was good to talk.”

“Yep,” you say, “good talk.”

Lisa +15