by Lexie X
Steps to Submission Bundle 2
A Kinky Virgin Lesbian Erotic Romance
By Lexie X
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This bundle includes books six through ten of Steps to Submission:
Piper's Play
Piper's Awakening
Isabella's Desire
Piper's Craving
Isabella's Game
Also by Lexie X
Serena's Submission
Foreplay
Dominated
Passion
Breaking Nicole
The Locket
Emma's Hypnosis
Lydia's Hypnosis
Gwen's Hypnosis
Novels
Lynn's Craving
My Roommate’s Girlfriend
Seduction Games
Sorority Seductions
Tempting Jennifer
Anthologies
Virgin Lesbians: Erotic First Time Stories
Virgin Lesbians II: Erotic Stories of Seduction
Virgin Lesbians III: Sapphic First Times
Virgin Lesbians IV: Kinky First Times
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
About the Author
Works by Lexie X
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Chapter 1
"Sorry, I dropped my phone for a second," Jessie said rather breathlessly. "She actually said that? You should make her do more?"
"Yeah," Piper replied, her cheeks warming. She brought her phone forward to study it awkwardly for a moment as if she could somehow see her friend through it. Bringing it back to her ear, she laughed nervously. "Are you… masturbating?"
"Caught me," came the humored reply. "Every time we talk about this I feel like I'm going to explode. Do you have any idea how hot that is? Make her do things? My imagination is already running wild."
"Well quit it."
"Aw, do I have to?"
Suddenly acutely aware of her own breathing and a prickly embarrassed heat running up her neck, Piper gulped and looked around her dorm room. She couldn't quite come up with a solid reason for refusal, and, secretly, she found herself enjoying the fact that someone found her such a turn-on. "I guess not."
A warm chuckle came through the phone. "So what are you going to make her do?"
Glancing at the empty bed across from her own, she shook her head reflexively. "I'm burning time here. It's been a few days, and I have no idea. It's always been her driving things, and manipulating me. Controlling me." Fighting her body's response, she rubbed her thighs together uncomfortably.
"And you love it," Jessie said after a deep breath.
"Yeah."
They sat in silence for a few moments.
Piper made a sheepish face, even though nobody could see her. "What would you, um—what do you think would work?"
"Well." Jessie made an intrigued noise that almost approximated a low moan. "Everybody's got two sides, at least. She seemed to respond that time she dared you to kiss her hard, and you just straight up took her."
Curling her toes against inner heat brought on by sense memories, Piper shook her head. "But that was different. I was hurt, and a little mad."
"Use that," Jessie replied, her voice a little strained from her efforts on the other end of the phone. "Get a little mad. Nothing wrong with that. Just take her. Go beast mode on that chick."
"What?" Piper asked, laughing out loud.
"Beast mode," Jessie said again, laughing with her.
Her face red from surprised humor, she tried to calm down enough to speak, still fighting bursts of giggling. "I don't think I can!"
"Then you'll have to figure out what works for you. You guys have a weird hot thing going on, but eventually all that stuff is going to fall away, and it's either a relationship, or it isn't."
Her humor crushed by sudden cold reality, Piper froze.
Jessie continued between light, rapid breaths. "Steer it toward a real relationship. Take her on a date."
Overwhelmed by the daunting proposition, she breathed, "A date?"
"Yeah, and then take her home and fuck her like mad. Blow her mind."
Both intrigued and worried, Piper took a moment to guess at the exact meaning of those words. "Fuck her like mad?"
"Oh," Jessie replied. "Oh, honey. I cannot believe we haven't talked about this yet. I just realized—"
The door slammed open suddenly and Isabella stormed inside; white specks dotted her long blonde locks. "Bullshit! It's snowing!"
"Gotta go," Piper said quickly as she hung up and stashed her cellphone under her sheets.
"It's so cold out," Isabella continued saying as she worked her way out of her pink winter jacket. "Snow is the worst!"
Already aroused by her phone conversation, Piper stared instinctively at her roommate's newly exposed cleavage. "How can you hate snow?"
Isabella turned and noticed her watching. A small genuine smile crept across her face.
Piper shook her head to clear her thoughts. "Hey, do you want to go to dinner?"
"Dinner?" the blonde asked, surprised. Her expression transitioned seamlessly from curious to dark over the course of several silent seconds, but then she looked down with embarrassment and spent far too long fumbling the task of removing her gloves. "Yeah. Yes. We can do that."
Stunned by witnessing the first time Isabella had ever visibly been about to lash out but then chosen not to, Piper blinked. If the tumultuous blonde could work on skills outside of her comfort zone, then so could she. How hard could it really be to turn things around on the imposingly gorgeous girl?
"We're going to that noodles place on the west end of campus," Isabella stated, slipping back into her usual confidence and control. She popped her gloves and jacket right back on before making for the door. "What are you waiting for? I'm hungry, let's go."
Hoping her trepidation wasn't visible, Piper put on a smile.
As they walked and talked, both bundled up against the chilly evening, Piper began to doubt herself. While they seemed to be getting along better than ever—their conversations flowed naturally and deeply and their shared energy remained subtly electric—she was certain that Isabella's challenge was hanging between them and lurking at the edges of their every interaction.
A powerful dual emotion filled her as they walked. With a tingling and uplifting enjoyment, she accepted that something real was happening between them, but she could also feel that budding realness at risk. The more real their relationship became, the more it needed an unknown something. She could almost tangibly feel Isabella's need for that something, and she could foresee things cooling off between them if the blonde didn't get it soon.
Was this the new-relationship jitters her friends always talked
about? She'd never cared enough before, but now it felt like her whole heart was on the line, and that she was traversing a dangerous maze of unspoken feelings and unclear choices in search of some undefined treasure hidden somewhere ahead. Most frustrating of all, she knew that the kind of terrified doubt filling her at that moment was exactly the opposite of what Isabella needed. She took a deep breath.
"We're getting hamburgers."
Surprised at being cut off midsentence, Isabella asked bluntly, "What?"
"There's a place I love a lot closer," Piper replied, staying calm. "We're going there."
Isabella blinked. "Um, alright, I guess. Do they have salads there?"
"You're trying a hamburger."
The blonde began to make an expression of humored refusal, but Piper ignored her beautiful wiles. "It's just a block that way. You'll love it." Fighting a pounding heart and the urge to look back, she changed direction and began walking ahead. A few tense seconds later, Isabella moved quickly to catch up to her and pick up their conversation where it had left off—with no further mention of their choice of destination.
Secretly thrilling at the possibility she'd stumbled upon, Piper did her best to keep it up. "I'll have the pepperjack bacon burger," she said, keeping her eyes on the waiter. "And she'll have that barbeque curly fries one." With the blood rushing in her ears, she couldn't hear the waiter's next question, but she managed to guess. "Both medium well."
The waiter smiled and nodded at her, took their menus, then moved away.
She finally turned her gaze across the small wooden table to find Isabella watching her with a very subtle expression of curiosity she'd never seen before. Refusing to dwell on what it might mean, she ignored her own anxiety and faced her roommate with a fantastically casual air. "So, how was class today?"
"Ugh," Isabella responded, sinking back against the booth's cushions. "History is killing me. It just all seems random. Give me math any day, that stuff at least makes sense. But this is all just memorizing crap. I hate general electives."
"Yeah, they're a pain," Piper responded, leaning forward a little. It was funny how easy it felt to replicate the role she'd seen from the other side so many times before. "Got any leanings toward a major yet?"
"Physics," Isabella replied, curling the side of her mouth unhappily. "Or… business." She seemed to instinctively wait for a certain response, something along the lines of a girl as pretty as you doing something like that?—but when Piper just nodded and listened, she straightened. "Wait, what are you doing?"
Directly questioned, Piper barely managed to maintain her confident façade. "Me? What do you mean?"
Isabella looked to the side while she worked through the vague notions troubling her. A few seconds later, she looked back, her eyes narrowed. "Piper."
She kept her expression calm. "Isabella."
The blonde leaned forward to deliver an accusatory whisper. "Is this a date?"
Staying the course with all her willpower, Piper managed to respond to her question with a teasing smile.
Her body language darkening, Isabella tensed and took a deep breath.
Seeing the blonde begin to freak out at their potentially deepening intimacy, Piper put a hand firmly on top of hers. "Relax."
That word was a mistake. Isabella's expression sharpened.
Eyes wide, Piper backtracked quickly and tried another tactic. "You can't handle it?"
Isabella straightened up, looking for all the world like a cobra preparing to strike. "Handle it?" Her neck began flushing red, and her gaze went past Piper to focus on the bathroom door.
Grimacing and guessing she'd only made it worse, Piper followed her roommate to the women's bathroom. Finding it small and filled with other patrons of the restaurant, Isabella turned right around and stormed for the front door. Concerned, Piper followed her out into the cold night.
Isabella looked up and down the snowy street, muttered something, and crunched her way to the corner of the building. Now more confused than concerned, Piper treaded after her. Finally stopping just behind a jutting section of wall that hid them from the occasional students passing by on the sidewalk proper, Isabella turned to face her with a furious expression. "Handle it? Really?"
Not sure whether to abandon her forceful strategy just yet, Piper gulped, but said nothing. She felt their connection on the line, and she wanted to apologize profusely, to break down crying, or to get down on her knees and make the gorgeous blonde feel good—that last one, most of all—but she resisted, instead remaining outwardly calm.
Isabella grabbed the arm of her jacket. "Right here."
"What?"
"Get on your knees."
Glancing over at the street, Piper moved farther behind the jutting pillar and out of sight. "Here? No."
"I need relief," Isabella said forcefully. "And I want it now."
Feeling her already-aroused body responding to the gorgeous blonde's forcefulness, Piper clenched her hands and shook her head. "No, Isabella. I know what you're doing. You're just scared. It's alright to be."
Isabella narrowed her eyes and studied her for a moment. "Yeah. I kind of am. You can't just spring that on somebody!"
Frowning apologetically, Piper nodded. "I guess I did kind of blindside you."
"Yeah!" Isabella said, throwing her hands up in the air. "Like, oh hey, you're on your first date with a girl ever. Surprise!" She relaxed slowly, and her gaze went distant as she thought about the implications of her words.
Finally backing down, Piper grimaced. "Sorry." She looked at her hands for a moment, then back up with a thought. The words felt far more tremendous in her mind than they actually sounded out loud. "So do you want to go on a date with me?"
Still visibly anxious, Isabella took a deep breath.
Matching her gaze, Piper felt like every second was being stretched out to eternity. Finally, she cracked, and ran her hand down the side of her roommate's pink jacket. "Would it help if I…?"
Scooting back another inch to lean against the side of the building, Isabella nodded, and her body language relaxed as they both began sinking into their most familiar and natural roles again.
Her arousal finally unrestrained, Piper found herself growing too hot in her jacket. Unzipping it as she moved to kneel in the crunchy snow, she let the chill air cool her; glancing up, she noticed Isabella looking slightly below her face. Glancing down, she realized—no, it couldn't be. Had the blonde been looking down at her cleavage? She looked up with a questioning gaze, but Isabella only grabbed her by the hair and pulled her close.
Her face pressed against warm jeans and already losing herself in eagerness, Piper ran her hands up and down the tight fabric. Between the open night air and overheard conversations from passersby just around the corner, she felt terribly exposed—and that excited her. She trembled at the thought of somebody seeing her twisted, taboo desires.
And then she was fumbling with Isabella's belt, unzipping her jeans, and pulling them down just enough for access. It felt surreal to see Isabella's bare sex in such a public and open setting; she stared for a moment, watching subtle steam rise from that waiting pink slit set in porcelain skin. She looked up, smiling. "Are you just that turned on that you're literally steaming?"
"It's cold!" Isabella hissed back, not unkindly. She frowned. "Hurry up, I'm freezing!"
"Oh yeah?" Piper asked, scooping up a light scattering of pure snow from the top of the drift piled against the wall. Beaming innocently, she brought the chill material up and rubbed some on her roommate's exposed mound. Isabella thrashed in place, shrieked, and then covered her own mouth briefly in fear of being overheard and caught. Still, she couldn't help but laugh. "You bitch!"
Piper just smirked—and then she was home again. Her hands gripped soft thighs and her tongue parted slick lips. Above her, Isabella sighed happily.
Relishing the blonde's hand in her hair and feeling secure in their connection again, Piper went to work. Isabella's sweet flavor seemed stronger in
contrast to the crisp night air, and her intimate heat brought welcome relief from the chill. Her worries fell away as she moved her head in rhythm and pushed her tongue between inviting folds as she traveled up and down Isabella's heated sex. Just as she'd trained her body so many times before, each little thrust and lick brought forth a little more excitement and pleasure within.
A glance up caught the blonde's eyes half-open. Did Isabella have any idea how arousing it was to enjoy her silky, gorgeous body? She wondered if it was visible on her face. While drawing her tongue in a long stroke upwards between those warm slick folds, she grinned, and then shivered with a little thrill as Isabella smiled warmly in response.
Piper gripped those firm thighs harder and pulled her closer before wrapping her mouth around the top of Isabella's mound. Sucking gently and widely, she began flicking her clit with her tongue, something she knew drove her roommate wild.
Isabella's grip on her hair tightened together with her tensing thighs and tummy as her whole body reacted to the intense stimulation. Drinking in that reaction, Piper felt her own pleasure spike as her mind grew deeply titillated. She began eagerly tensing her lower body to work her enjoyment into a powerful ball of bliss.
A pair of older male voices filled their little alley as two passersby seemed to stop on the sidewalk a few feet away. After a moment, they began to crunch their way toward the two girls. Pressed in the corner between the jutting pillar and the wall, Isabella had a look of alarm on her face—but Piper was too caught up to stop. In that moment, she didn't care if anyone saw what they were doing; in fact, the thought of being caught licking pussy only excited her more. Her thoughts numbed by anticipation, her mind consumed by animal urges, she only sucked and licked harder.
Footsteps crunched around the pillar—and then past them. The two men walked right on by without stopping. Isabella watched them move past with wide eyes, only looking back down at her servicer once the two men were gone. She had a look of bewildered surprise on her face that quickly faded into an expression of overwhelmed pleasure. Her eyelids fluttered and she arched her back against the wall.