Steps to Submission Volume 3: Virgin Lesbian Erotic Romance (Steps to Submission Bundles)

by Lexie X

  Isabella laughed lightly. "Of course." She scooted a few millimeters further forward. "Use your tongue."

  Marissa hesitated—but then seemed to give in to some unspoken self-challenge. After spreading those perfect pink lips with two fingers, she slid her tongue up Isabella's entire slit in one long motion. She sat stunned for a moment, just blinking and taking in what she'd done.

  "Well?" Piper asked.

  "Not bad," Marissa responded. "My boyfriend is going to love this story."

  "I'm sure he will."

  The russet brunette stared at the pink folds open before her for a moment, then took another long exploratory lick. "She tastes sweet."

  Piper nodded. "I love how she tastes."

  They fell quiet for a moment. Marissa took long slow licks between parted labia, Isabella breathed quietly, and Piper stood watching.

  After slowing down a little, the brunette moved out of her awkward position, stood, and stretched one leg to assuage the discomfort. "That was crazy…"

  "Crazy good?" Piper asked.

  Marissa let out a deep breath, her eyebrows raised. "I just cannot believe I just did that!"

  "It felt good," Isabella offered, her gaze calculating. A moment later, she gave her girlfriend a subtle look.

  Feeling their target slipping away, Piper took the cue and stepped closer to put her hand against the crotch of Marissa's jeans. Her touch immediately elicited tensing and a little gasp. "You should come with us."

  "For… what…?" the brunette asked, her breathing growing more rapid.

  "We'll make you feel better than you've ever felt before," Isabella answered. "And we'll do it multiple times."

  "You just licked pussy," Piper continued, moving close enough to whisper. "Why not let us return the favor? It'll be the best sex of your entire life, I guarantee it."

  Marissa trembled. Her eyelids lowered—and then she pulled away, gulped, and hurried out of the kitchen. The sound of her footsteps came from the stairs as she hurried to her room.

  Isabella sighed. "Damnit. I thought we had that one."

  "Can't get them all," Piper responded, equally disappointed. "Do you think it's because I used the word sex?"

  "Maybe. Actually, probably. Mentioning the full package scares newbies, because they don't quite know what all is involved. Or maybe sex would feel like cheating on her boyfriend." Isabella listened to the sound of a door closing upstairs. "She's probably masturbating furiously in her room right now."

  Piper thought about the various options that had worked in the past. "Should we do a walk-in? Just go in there, don't say a word, and start making her feel good?"

  "It's a good opportunity what with the privacy and security of her own room and her already masturbating and fantasizing and all that," Isabella responded. "But… she keeps talking about her boyfriend, so I guess it doesn't feel right."

  "Yeah." Piper frowned. "So we just call this one?"

  Isabella nodded. "I mean, it's in her head now, so she'll eventually cave, but we probably won't be around for that. I imagine she'll be drunk—maybe at a party, or at a bar with a close female friend—might take years for the right opportunity to present itself."

  "You're so fucking hot," Piper said, embracing her girlfriend. "I love how easily you get into people's heads."

  "Me? You were on fire," the half-naked blonde responded with a big grin. "I love feeling like a team. When you think of little details even I didn't come up with it makes me want to jump you and fuck your brains out."

  "Oh yeah? Why don't you?"

  Isabella pulled her closer. "Finish me off, then we'll go home and fuck."

  Piper widened her eyes and brought up a hand in mock salute. "Yes ma'am!"

  Dropping to her knees, she brought her fingers and tongue back into play. Already intensely aroused by their little misadventure, Isabella's body responded quickly and easily. In moments, the blonde's inner walls were clenching and her thighs clamped tight. Happily licking and fingering, Piper let pure enjoyment overwhelm her as the familiar experience of making her girlfriend orgasm began filling her senses once more.

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  Chapter 8

  "Hey, good to see you," Laura greeted them. She hugged Isabella tightly, but her embrace with Piper was awkward.

  "Are the girls here?" Isabella asked, looking past her sister.

  "Nope, they're with Rick this week. He's been great. We're getting along better than when we were married, actually. It's the strangest thing."

  "Maybe having some distance has helped," Piper offered sheepishly, not sure if she was supposed to be interacting on this topic.

  Laura looked her in the eye and nodded sadly. "That's probably it."

  Relieved, she stood back and watched the intensely beautiful brunette turn and lead Isabella into the house. She could still recall the sense memories of gripping Laura's arms, leaning over her, and fucking her angrily—but whatever spark they'd had between them back then was thankfully gone, extinguished by a tremendous amount of drama and heartache. Sighing happily and holding her bags a little tighter, Piper looked out the open front door. The neighborhood was bright, cheery, and alive with green grass and tall trees; it seemed every bit a nice place to spend the summer. With the tension with Laura gone, things were looking calm and peaceful.

  "Hey, where'd you go?" came Isabella's shout.

  Piper hefted her bags and proceeded inside.

  The guest room was nice enough. The entire house had been styled with light summer colors, and the medium-sized bedroom was no exception. Piper dropped her bags in a corner and sat on the edge of the bed near the sunny open window to enjoy the light breeze. "It's beautiful here."

  Isabella moved around the room, placed folded clothes in drawers, and hung up some of her shirts. "It is. I remember when they moved in here. I thought they had the perfect life."

  "How do you feel about all this?" she asked, watching her girlfriend unpack.

  "I want my sister to be happy. I really do," the blonde said with surprised self-realization. "She came and stayed when my parents stopped talking to me. Maybe us coming here is like returning that favor."

  "Yeah," Piper responded, happy that they were able to face these deeper matters directly. There was a time when every step in a conversation like this one would have been an arduous quest, and a battle to get Isabella to open up. "Maybe us being here will be good for her."

  "I hope so." Isabella finished hanging up her last top. "Angela wanted you to call her when we got here."

  "My mom? You talk to my mom?"

  A bemused smile flashed her way. "Yeah. We email sometimes. Mostly about you, or next Thanksgiving and Christmas. She's going to miss you this summer, but she understands."

  Blushing a little, Piper could only smile and feel oddly happy. Thinking about her girlfriend emailing with her family evoked a strange new feeling; she knew that everyone had loved Isabella when she'd visited, but mundane ongoing communications made it all feel so much more real.

  "I love watching you when I do something right for a change," Isabella said quietly, moving closer. "I can literally see how happy it makes you right on your face. Makes me want to keep doing right."

  "But you do," she replied, beaming. "You always do."

  Isabella sat next to her on the bed. "No, I was basically a crazy bitch when we first met."

  Just smiling, she waited.

  "Hey! You're supposed to disagree!" the blonde laughed. "But I guess I deserve it. Now, though, I just feel stronger. Less a mess. And comfortable in my own skin."

  "Good," Piper told her. "I can tell the difference. I like it."

  Isabella nodded and studied her girlfriend's face. "I know we got busy there with school for a bit, but I think I'm ready for the, uh, game you wanted to do."

  Piper's eyes immediately lit up. "Really?"

  "Yeah…"

  She laughed. "Why, Isabella, are you nervous?"

  The apprehensive blonde searched for an explanation. "It's just
… I've been masturbating thinking about me doing things to you instead of you doing things to me, like you said…"

  "Oh?" Piper asked, moving closer and sliding her hands up and down her girlfriend's thighs.

  Isabella's breathing subtly changed. "I like being in control, you know." She took a deep breath as fingers played lightly around the waist of her jeans. "And, um, is this what it feels like for you?"

  Piper raised her eyebrows in askance as she dipped her fingers between tight jeans and warm skin.

  "Like… it builds," the blonde continued, arching back a little to try to control her breathing. "This little fantasy becomes a need… and then, a craving… but you can't resist it. The more overwhelming it gets, the more you enjoy being overwhelmed… until all you can think about is, well, doing it."

  "It?" Piper asked teasingly, knowing full well what her girlfriend was talking about.

  The trembling blonde finally cracked. "I get wet just thinking about licking your pussy. Feeling you come on my face. I need to touch every inch of you so bad and feel your heat. The longer I go without, the worse it gets…" She took a second to catch her breath. "It's like… the more I care about you, the more your body turns me on, and it's a little scary."

  Delighted, warmed, and feeling sexy, Piper laughed softly. She stood, undid her belt, and slid down her pants in front of her girlfriend's face. "It's scary to be into the girl you love?"

  Almost reverently, the gorgeous blonde began softly kissing the lower end of her tummy. Her hands slowly played along the edges of her panties. "A little bit, yeah," she said between presses of her lips against soft skin. "When all this started between us, it was all mental for me. I liked manipulating you, making you do things…" She hooked her thumbs under fabric. "And then it became emotional. You were so damn relentless, never letting me push you away or ruin things…"

  Taking in every word, Piper ran a hand through her girlfriend's long blonde hair. It wasn't often that Isabella truly opened up, but it was always worth the wait.

  "I don't think I quite understood what I was agreeing to when you asked me out," she continued, gently sliding down the panties before her face, her eyes locked on the naked object of her recent fantasies. "I'd had lots of shallow and pointless relationships before. If I had to give you that to keep you—to keep our twisted little games—then sure, why not? But you didn't let me keep it shallow. Not at all." She began kissing lower bit by bit, teasing her expectant girlfriend. "Fuck, you're the strongest person I've ever known. And the best."

  Responding with a deeper caress through her girlfriend's hair, Piper tried not to burst from the sheer warmth filling her heart.

  Isabella turned those gorgeous green eyes up at her. "I love you so much. I'm not very good at this emotions thing. I don't think I'll ever express it enough for you to understand. I just hope you know."

  Piper practically shivered with happiness. "I do. Believe me, I do."

  The blonde turned her gaze back down on the smooth mound, bare pink lips, and small strip of brown hair waiting before her. "And I guess over the past few months it's crept up on me. I'm dating you, I'm in love with you… why not let myself go further? Why not go all the way?"

  Reeling mentally, she thought for a moment that Isabella was about to propose or something—but, no, it was far more immediate than that, and far more meaningful to her in a direct personal sense.

  "I'm open to letting myself be attracted to your body," Isabella said quietly, practically trembling at the intensity of her own admission. "I always kept that control in the back of mind, an insistence that I was still the same me. I was still just a straight girl doing really kinky things, and none of it had truly changed me." She brought her hands around to lightly cup her girlfriend's bare bottom as she brought her face closer to that waiting mound. "But I want it to change me. I want to be attracted to your body, too, not just your personality. That's the best way I know… to show you how much I love you."

  Piper took in a deep breath. They'd both always known that different power and lust dynamics were at play between them, that their relationship had been born of intense twisted desires that uniquely and amazingly complemented one another—desires that had gotten tangled up and inextricably intertwined so strongly that they'd turned into lust, and even love—but neither of them had ever actually acknowledged the elephant in the room.

  Isabella shook her head gently. "You don't have to say anything right now. But it's what your game is really about, isn't it?"

  A nod was all she could manage.

  "Good," the blonde told her, looking up with a loving smile. "So let's play it, then. Let's change me."

  Piper widened her stance slightly and Isabella took that as a cue.

  Moving her face forward the last two inches, the reverent blonde kissed her girlfriend's mound chastely by pressing her lips briefly against the protruding little hood waiting just below that thin strip of hair. "Yeah, I want to feel this attraction all the time, not just when I've worked myself up to it, or when I'm already really really horny…"

  "You mean when you feel like lezzing out?" Piper teased, her heart racing.

  Isabella licked her lips. "Yeah."

  She was right, Piper realized—that would bring an incredible new strength to their relationship, and, god, the thought of training her and changing her so deeply was irresistible.

  "The thought's turning you on, I see," Isabella said, her eyes on a fresh drop of juices travelling down a smooth inner thigh. She let the heat of her girlfriend's arousal warm her face for a moment and then breathed in through her nose. "You always smell so good…"

  "Maybe you just love me," Piper teased. "Also, take off your pants."

  "Oh," Isabella grinned, surprised by the firmness of the command. She quickly complied, leaving both of them bare from the waist down. "Where do you want me?"

  "You should be comfortable," she responded slowly, taking a moment to think after realizing she was in control for once. "I'll sit on the edge of the bed and you can kneel on the carpet. Maybe put your jeans down. Your knees can get really raw sometimes."

  "You're the expert," Isabella acknowledged, moving to her knees.

  "Guess so." She laughed softly at herself, humored by just how much experience she'd had with the mundane particulars of going down on a girl. "Start slow. You can get tired really fast if you use too much pressure."

  Isabella leaned forward and reached out to spread her girlfriend's legs.

  "Nope!" Piper countered, pushing her back gently. "It's not a race, or just something you gotta do. It's an experience. A… prayer at a shrine, if you will," she added, trying to keep a straight face.

  Leaning back on her knees, the blonde snorted with amusement. "What, like a religious experience?"

  Piper grew serious. "Actually, sometimes, it can feel like one, especially when I'm incredibly turned on. I've gotten totally lost in the act. No thoughts, nothing. Just fucking loving every minute of it."

  "Wow," Isabella replied, thinking back. "I guess I've seen that in your face sometimes while you're going down on me. I knew you loved it, but…"

  "Yeah," Piper admitted, feeling a little sheepish. "Is it weird that I'm feeling closer to you than ever, already?"

  The blonde gave her a warm smile. "No, it's not weird. Not at all."

  "Good." She sat up a little straighter. "Now first, I think you should touch yourself. Like, to me."

  "I've been masturbating while thinking about doing things to you for a couple weeks."

  "It's different when it's real." Piper decided to take a play straight from her girlfriend's handbook. "Also, don't question my commands."

  "Whoah, look at you!" Isabella shot back with a grin.

  Piper sat up even taller, giving her an implicit mock threat.

  "Alright, alright." The blonde leaned back a little and spread her knees for better access. Her shirt hung loosely from her large breasts, and Piper found herself very much liking something about the casual but intense
sexiness of that position.

  "Yeah, that'll work," Piper breathed, opening her own legs and sliding her hand down. She began very gently rubbing herself at the bottom of her little strip of hair, moving her fingers in slow circles against her mound. "Eyes here."

  Isabella nodded, her gaze already on her girlfriend's bare sex. She split her fingers and sent them down either side of her own mound, massaging both labia with gentle pressure.

  Piper smiled at that, wondering if Isabella had any idea that she was instinctively touching herself the way her girlfriend usually started her off; that split-fingered rubbing had become a signature move, and always got the blonde wet and warm very quickly. It had almost the same effect performed herself. Isabella took a deep breath, causing her firm chest to rise. She began to close her eyes.

  "Nope!" Piper interrupted. "Eyes open, and here. You're not touching yourself just to feel good. You're touching yourself to me."

  Isabella nodded, put her gaze back on her girlfriend's bare sex and rubbing fingers, and started moving her arm a little harder.

  "Good, good." Piper continued masturbating for her girlfriend, remaining silent so that the half-naked blonde could get lost in her own thoughts. Those green eyes remained fixed on her moving fingers and glistening slit.

  What was she thinking about? It was impossible to be certain, but Isabella was full of twisted dark desires, and some of those shadows moved across her face as she began breathing heavier and moving more enthusiastically against her own hand.

  Beginning to feel rather warm herself, Piper slowed her fingers a little bit, trying to keep her pleasure leveled out. It was hard to restrain herself, what with an intensely gorgeous half-naked blonde masturbating right in front of her—to her, in fact. With her free hand, she clutched the edge of the bed tightly for support in masturbating faster.

  Isabella began breathing harder.

  Piper looked down at her clamped hand. "You like that?"