by Lexie X
After a quiet and happy time, the blonde whispered, "Thanks."
"For what?"
"For being you. For not giving up on me no matter how crazy I act."
Piper matched those gorgeous green eyes that looked back at her with love. "Never. But—one rule. Don't ever break up with me again. That's off limits."
"Whoah," Isabella responded, scooting even closer until they were pressed together completely from head to toe. "I don't think we've gotten back together yet, officially. There was no statement to that effect."
Piper narrowed her eyes furiously. "I know where you live, girl."
"Fine, fine!" Isabella mock surrendered. "No more breaking up, ever. But you know that means that we're stuck together forever."
"Hey, nobody said I couldn't break up with you."
Isabella gave her best arrogant backwards hair toss. "As if."
Piper just smirked.
"Wait, you wouldn't ever… would you?"
She said nothing, torturing her sweaty and painfully lovable girlfriend with an undecided raised eyebrow.
"Piper! Tell me!"
Her possible answer never came, interrupted instead by a sudden dire tickle fight.
Chapter 7
Disappointed, Piper slumped against the couch and gave up her controller. "I'm out." She sighed. "Again."
Marlene took the controller from her and smiled. "We're really just dead weight for her. It's a wonder she lets us play at all."
Watching the game with her tongue sticking slightly out of her mouth as she concentrated, Jessie nodded absently. "A wonder indeed."
On the other couch, one of Jessie's housemates sat looking at random Facebook posts on her laptop. Past her, the open door let in traces of light breeze that only barely lifted the slow oppressive heat that otherwise filled the house. It was a beautiful day, technically, but Piper found herself regretting all her unspoken wishes for winter's end. The serious heat of summer had only been in full force for a few days, yet she was already daydreaming about snowy chills and long shivering walks between bars.
She longed for chilly darkness as an escape from the heat, but the feel of those nights also ran inextricably intertwined with the wild ride that had been her unconventional courtship with her girlfriend. The several months since then had been a happy blur, but the school year was two days over. People were filtering off campus in droves, leaving the area feeling increasingly empty.
As she thought of Isabella, a golden goddess appeared at the door. Tan, sweaty, and dressed in tight skimpy running clothes, the gorgeous blonde took two ear buds out and turned off her music. "Hey, what's up?"
Jessie continued operating her controller and tried to keep her eyes intently on the game—but she glanced over quickly once at Isabella's impressive and sweat-glistening cleavage. Marlene noticed and slapped her girlfriend's arm teasingly as she responded to the question. "Nothing. Just hanging out and dying over and over while Jessie wins everything."
Catching her breath and recovering from her run, Isabella stood and watched for a moment. "So, the usual. Has Piper gotten better than you yet?"
At that, Piper laughed. "Not likely!"
The blonde shook her head; her swept-back hair emphasized the motion with a bounce. "Just a matter of time before you're the best. Doesn't matter what it is you're doing. You'll kick ass soon enough."
"I think your faith is misplaced, silly."
"No, she's right," Jessie chimed in. "Everyone sucks the first few times. But you've been over here playing this off and on for what, two weeks? I've played every night all year—but you're catching up."
A warm blush crept along Piper's neck, adding to her summer heat's subtle redness. Not sure what to say, she pressed her lips together to hold down an embarrassed smile.
"Mind if I sit even though I'm sweaty?" Isabella asked.
Jessie gave a leering smirk and a quick look up and down her body. "Please do." Her teasing creepiness earned her another smack from Marlene.
Plopping down on the end of the couch next to her girlfriend, Isabella stretched her legs, sank into the cushions, and let out a deep sigh of satisfied exhaustion. "Super nice day out."
"Really?" Piper asked. "Because I am melting."
"It's only hot if you're trying to cool off. Be okay with sweating. You gotta be one with the heat. Let it fill you."
Jessie snickered.
"Fine," Isabella responded. "I could use a drink, though." She popped back up and headed around the corner into the kitchen.
A moment later, Piper frowned, stood, and followed her. She entered the kitchen to find her sweaty girlfriend filling a glass with water. Leaning back against the opposite counter, she chose her words carefully and quietly. "So, finals are over…"
"Yeah," Isabella responded, keeping her eyes on her filling glass.
"I can't help but notice we haven't talked about the summer at all," Piper continued, taking a deep breath to remain calm. "Or next year. Jessie's talking about finally being cool with her housemates and probably living here next year, but what about us?"
Her girlfriend froze up for the barest moment, but that was enough to betray the truth of her inner paralysis. Even as she donned a seductive smile and came over, Piper put up a hand. "Babe. This isn't something we can play games over."
Isabella's smile dropped, but she remained close and gingerly placed one hand on her glass of water. "I know…"
"Your parents still aren't talking to you?"
Isabella shook her head and looked away.
"What about Laura?"
"The divorce is final soon, and Rick did move out. She and I are finally getting along. It's weird. I guess I could stay with her for the summer."
"Alright," Piper replied, lightly touching her girlfriend's sweat-slickened bare side. "Does she have room for us?"
"Us?" Isabella asked, immediately looking her in the eyes again.
Piper laughed softly. "What, you think I'm going to go sit at home for three months?"
"Well, I just… your family's so great… I didn't think…" The blonde trailed off, unable to really articulate her unfounded worries without embarrassing herself.
"Why, Isabella, I don't think I've ever seen you truly speechless," Piper teased her. "My family's got their hands full with Brian, Sam, and the twins. They'll understand if I spend my summer with you. And they'll even appreciate it."
A smile crept across her girlfriend's face. "And you're not going to fuck my sister again, are you?"
Piper laughed and pinched her side in retaliation. "Only if you don't text me winky faces."
Leaning closer, Isabella growled, "I'll text you whatever I want."
"Oh yeah?" Immediately engaged by the way her girlfriend always managed to pull her in, Piper sank into those bright green eyes and soft lips, the conversation forgotten. The cheeks pressing against hers as they kissed were heated and sweaty, but that only enticed her deeper, and she gladly accepted the firm tongue attempting to slip between her moving lips. Growing more heated, she instinctively began listening to the video game in the other room; it seemed unlikely that anyone was going to come into the kitchen soon. Glancing this way and that while pulling her girlfriend tight for a kiss, she confirmed that neither of the sun-bright windows opened onto anything public.
Always in tune with her inner twisted thoughts, Isabella broke off their kiss and backed up an inch. "Quickly," she whispered, peering over at the corner.
The two girls hurriedly switched places and Isabella lifted herself up on the kitchen counter. Dropping to her knees, Piper tugged her girlfriend's running shorts down to expose bare, sweaty, and pale skin—with no underwear to be found. "Of course."
Isabella only grinned down at her.
Piper shivered at the thought that the devious blonde might have planned for this to happen when she'd gone running by Jessie's house and so casually stopped in to say hello. Isabella had to have known she would realize it, so the gesture was, like so many other things in the
ir relationship, all part of a shared secret language that only the two of them understood. Warmed by that closeness, Piper ran her hands up her girlfriend's sweaty thighs and pried them apart, eager to respond in kind.
As always, she paused a moment to take in Isabella's beauty. The deeper their bond grew, the more that amazing feminine body seemed to strike her directly; long smooth thighs led up to a flat tummy subtly bared below a running tank top, itself held taut above by large and perfectly round breasts which were both pressed together by a doggedly determined sports bra to form that impressive sweaty cleavage that had so caught Jessie's eye. Above it all, there were those exquisite cheeks, that confident smirk, and those beautiful green eyes that watched her with so much dark lust and deep love. It still tickled her as insane that the most deviantly sexual and gorgeous girl she'd ever met loved her back.
All this struck Piper inside somewhere deep, exciting her every time her girlfriend was around, but nothing affected her more than the experience between those two thighs. The sight of that perfect pink slit open before her always immediately set her every nerve on fire and awakened her animal self in every sense, pulling her utterly and completely into sex.
That warm soft curve against her hand, the slickness dripping from those trim shaven lips, the intimate scent of feminine arousal, and the sweet, complex, and unique flavor that was solely Isabella's had all been indelibly seared into her memory—indeed, into her very personality—and her body and mind were already heating up in anticipation of pleasure and pleasuring. She was never quite sure which she enjoyed more—making Isabella orgasm or getting off herself—but the two had become one and the same regardless.
In so many ways, her own pleasure rested on the need to feel those slick inner walls squeezing with orgasmic tightness around her fingers and tongue, to feel that body tensing and shivering with bliss, and to know that this utterly sexual and amazingly gorgeous creature—this girl—was getting off by her hand. She reveled in knowing that all that confidence, command, and kinkiness became lost in ecstasy because of her.
Her first long lick brought familiar sweetness and the tang of sweat.
Isabella tensed slightly, and Piper knew from experience that her girlfriend was heated and horny from running. Her orgasm would be quick, energetic, and enjoyable in that rare way that only exercise could bring. Skipping the self-indulgent part where she usually took a few minutes to simply enjoy the experience of going down on her girlfriend, she instead went straight for her best moves. She licked a finger and slid it in, parting tight walls to rub that spot that she knew so well. As she rubbed gently, she pressed her knuckle down and put pressure against the bottom of her girlfriend's silky inner slickness.
Gripping the edge of the counter, Isabella breathed, "Fuck, you're so good at that!"
"I know," Piper replied with a smile before leaning in to happily add her mouth and tongue to the servicing. For a quiet minute of licking below and muffled gasping above, the two girls shared an experience that had become as familiar as it was enjoyable over the last few months.
For Piper, a deep satisfaction had cemented itself around her daily life as she'd increasingly sensed Isabella's inner turmoil calming. Things between them had been running hotter, deeper, and more solid than ever. Isabella still swung skittish at times in regard to major life decisions that had no easy answer—like where to spend the summer or where to live next year—but there was no longer any doubt or conflict about their relationship. Taking a moment to slip a second finger inside, she looked up with a big smile. "I love you."
As her chest rose and fell rapidly, Isabella opened her eyes and looked down with warm lust. With what little breath she had to spare, she responded, "Love you, too."
The kitchen floor creaked behind them.
"Oh—christ!"
Piper turned around to find Jessie's housemate staring at them with wide eyes. The phone in the girl's hand slowly dropped as she came out of her online trance and began comprehending what she'd walked in on. Laughing nervously, she looked away and continued on past them toward the fridge. From her manner, it seemed likely that she'd awkwardly walked in on similar situations before, probably with Jessie and Marlene. Surprised by that, Piper looked up at her girlfriend.
Isabella nodded back at her, then immediately donned a smirk. Putting on an air of genuine apology, she offered, "Our bad."
Piper thought that control rather impressive, given the pent-up heat and near-orgasmic tension she could feel in her girlfriend's subtly trembling thigh. Slowly, she stood and leaned back against the counter next to Isabella to face Jessie's housemate.
Marissa was probably the most chill of all the girls that lived there. Even when Jessie had been actively avoiding the other girls and their boyfriends, Marissa had always tried to include her. Everyone else had already moved out for the summer, so it was just the three of them for the next week or so; it seemed likely the traffic patterns in the house had changed and that she'd accidentally seen or heard a few things.
With a diamond face shape and rather angular features that somehow remained very feminine, she held a natural prettiness that she'd increasingly learned to master over the course of her first year at college. Her russet brown hair had been kept up and tight when Piper had first seen her so many months ago, but she now wore it down and long. The party scene had been good for her confidence, and she'd even mentioned smoking weed for the first time a month or two ago. Piper looked back at her girlfriend as she sensed the predatory blonde making all the same calculations.
"It's cool," Marissa finally responded, keeping her eyes on her task as she opened the fridge and looked for a drink.
Idly dangling her legs and brazenly remaining open and bare from the waist down, Isabella watched her with a smile. "You know, we're not allowed to hit on you."
The brunette glanced over without thinking, caught a glimpse of naked, reddened, glistening sex, and then immediately looked forward again. "What?"
"You're Jessie's housemate. We're not allowed to hit on you."
Marissa laughed nervously again. "I've got a boyfriend, anyway," she replied.
"We can respect that," Isabella told her.
Not wanting to betray how aroused and amazed she was by the sheer expertise of her girlfriend's sinister manipulations, Piper kept only a small smile on her face. Marissa was taking overlong finding her drink—she was too off-balance to remember exactly what she'd been doing—and she was probably trying to wrap her head around exactly what it was the half-naked gorgeous blonde sitting on her kitchen counter had meant. Isabella hadn't asked her to do anything; in fact, she'd very pointedly expressed the opposite.
And that was always the crux of Isabella's genius. She let people confuse themselves and then convince themselves. She made them want to give in. Curling her toes, Piper let the heat and wetness between her legs deepen. Isabella had done the very thing to her so many times, and she'd known what the blonde was doing each and every time—but it had still worked to a complete and utter degree.
Marissa gave a third little nervous laugh and stood a little straighter, her objective in the fridge forgotten. She peered over the open door at Isabella. "Soooo…"
Isabella took her confusion and handled it directly. "You could lick my pussy if you wanted."
Turning bright red and smiling sheepishly in shock and embarrassment, the russet brunette turned her attention back on the contents of the fridge for a moment.
Piper felt an opportunity to hone the play by hitting upon her recent penchant for adventurous new things. "Actually, you're the only girl in this house right now that hasn't tried it."
Her cheeks burning even more fiercely, Marissa tried to sound humored. "Well yeah, you're like, in relationships with girls…"
Isabella grinned over at her girlfriend.
Piper drove the play home. "No, I mean, we've all gone down on Isabella."
That visibly confused and subtly shocked the poor girl all over again. "Jessie and Marlene…?"
"Yep."
She lowered her voice to a shocked whisper. "Was it… cheating?"
"Not at all, we're just very open," Piper explained matter-of-factly. "No harm in a few licks, even if it's just to say you tried it."
Isabella swayed her legs a little. "Surely you've thought about it?"
Marissa tensed up and continued to direct her arguments at the fridge. "I mean, who hasn't? Just thought about it, I mean."
"Jessie's room is next to yours, isn't it?" Piper added, proud of herself for coming up with that little detail. Without actually suggesting anything lurid, she'd prompted the girl to think of all the times she'd overheard Jessie and Marlene together. For nearly thirty seconds, nobody said anything. Marissa continued to pretend to search the fridge, Isabella sat dangling her legs, and Piper watched their brunette victim intently.
A subtle shift in Marissa's stance indicated that, rather than thinking furiously, she was listening to the video game noises coming from the living room and gauging whether or not anyone was going to come into the kitchen. That was it. Isabella squeezed her hand and Piper felt a surge of excitement.
Marissa took a deep breath, stood straighter, and closed the fridge door. Stepping toward them, she said, "My boyfriend will not believe I did this."
Excited but restrained, Piper moved slightly aside.
Marissa awkwardly moved closer and her hands clumsily came to rest on Isabella's thigh and leg. She lowered herself a bit into an awkward stance that would suffice for a moment. "Do I just…?"
Isabella scooted half an inch forward on the counter. "Yep."
Biting her lip and blushing hard, she studied the reddened mound and perfect feminine sex bared before her. "College is for trying things, I guess," she continued musing aloud. "Jesus, yours is pretty. Makes me feel bad about mine."
"Nah, every girl is beautiful," Piper told her, knowing it would just make their toy redouble her stated position.
"No, seriously," Marissa replied. "Hers is so damn perfect!"
Isabella grinned. "So touch it."
The blushing brunette looked up at her briefly before bringing a hand forward as commanded. Staring in wonder, she made contact with her fingers and gently touched her heated and sweaty mound. "That feel alright?"