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

by Lexie X

  "It's understandable. You just went through a divorce." Isabella glanced over at Piper playing with the girls. "She and I are fine. We're very very good, in fact. Anything you might have done is in the past—we're just here to support you now."

  Staring at her, Laura shook her head. "You've changed. I don't think I've ever seen you this happy, calm, and… open. I think we've talked more since the divorce than we have our entire lives."

  "I'm learning that family's important, and can actually be a good thing rather than a disaster," Isabella told her. "You were there for me when mom and dad flipped out. Plus, Piper gave me crap constantly until I called you."

  It was Laura's turn to glance at the subject of their conversation. She watched her sister's girlfriend show Tanzy and Zoe how to pretend-cook in their toy kitchen set for a moment. "She's great with the girls."

  "Believe it or not, her parents just had surprise twins a couple years ago. She probably feels right at home. Or, maybe it's better. Thomas and Trent are little nightmares."

  "That's right," Laura replied, sipping her wine. "You went with her to Thanksgiving. How did that work out?"

  "Pretty sure her family saw right through our visiting roommate excuse," Isabella laughed. "But we got along great. It made me realize that our parents are kind of exceptionally horrible. This whole dramatic mess—disowning me—that's ridiculous, and it's not my fault. It's their problem, not something wrong with me."

  "It's not." Laura smiled, certain that newfound self-assurance in her sister had been Piper's doing. "Anyway, they'll come around. Eventually."

  Isabella said nothing, instead staring down into her wine glass.

  Switching back to the other matter at hand, Laura shrugged. "But, yeah, I saw you and her so happy, so… I thought I'd have some fun… with women." She shook her head. "Never thought I'd be saying something like that."

  Coming out of her momentary funk, Isabella smiled. "You? I never thought I'd be—" She raised her free hand, indicating an intangible mass of questions, issues, and emotions. "—whatever we're doing."

  Laura leaned forward conspiratorially. "Wait, so you're not like…" She searched for the right words. "…completely clear on… everything?"

  "Is anything ever completely clear?" Isabella asked, frowning.

  "I guess not."

  "I mean, she and I are good. That's good. Great, even. It's just life decisions, I guess."

  Lowering her voice even more, Laura asked what was clearly on her mind. "So you're not a… lesbian?"

  "Would you believe me if I said I had no idea?" Isabella responded, overcome by a rare blush. Gulping her wine, she turned her gaze back on Piper. "How does anyone even go about defining something like that?"

  Laura quietly followed her sister's gaze. "True. Big question. But… is she?"

  "We haven't really talked about it," Isabella replied. "I don't think she knows, either… but I think she's more… that… than me, right now."

  "Right now?"

  The younger blonde's cheeks grew a deeper shade of red. "We fell in love with each other's personalities first—at least, I did."

  "It didn't matter that she was a girl?"

  "Of course it did—but no, not really." Isabella tipped her wine glass up, draining it in one breath. "The more I care about her, the more I get that feeling when I look at her…"

  Laura picked up the bottle and began spilling more wine into her sister's glass. "You're attracted to her?"

  Visibly warmed by the difficult but fulfilling admission, Isabella nodded.

  Her older sister raised one eyebrow. "So things aren't as clear cut as they're sometimes made out to be." She leaned back in her chair and donned a self-deprecating smile. "Sometimes I think things would be a lot easier for me if I could just flick a switch and become a lesbian."

  Isabella responded with a slightly tipsy laugh. "There's definitely lots of switch-flicking involved…"

  "Izzie!" Laura shot back, mortified and humored.

  They both suppressed inappropriate laughter until Isabella calmed enough to say what she was thinking. "That's why those big questions are so tough. I have no idea if any of this is… a general type of thing… or if it's just her."

  "You love her?"

  "Very much."

  "Then it doesn't matter," her older sister told her. "Just be happy."

  A deep smile crossed Isabella's face as she watched Piper playing with her nieces. "That's the plan. And I want you to be happy, too. So we talked about it, and we're going to help you."

  "Help me?" Laura asked. "Help me what?"

  "You're clearly in over your head with all this. We're going to help you hit on girls."

  The brunette put her head in her hands. "Oh my god, just when I thought I'd hit rock bottom, now my kid sister needs to help me get laid…"

  "So, I talked to her," Isabella said, slamming the bedroom door behind her.

  "About the whole… going out to the bar thing?" Piper asked, still unsure what to think.

  Her girlfriend nodded. "It'll be fun. Trust me. She's a grown-ass adult, she can handle it. She knows what she's doing."

  "Alright…"

  "Great. You need to be ready in an hour."

  Motivated by the deadline, Piper began moving toward the drawers that contained her clothes. "I'll have to—"

  A firm hand caught her wrist.

  She turned to find her girlfriend looking at her with a deeply appreciative expression she'd never quite seen before. "What's up?"

  Isabella gave a very slight smile as she studied her face.

  "Ready for your third time today already?" Piper teased, starting their usual interplay. The blonde had first gone down on her in the quiet morning sunlight while they were both still waking up, and then in the afternoon heat behind a fence in the neighborhood during a run—but this was different. Isabella let her comment pass. The energy that fueled their power plays, teasing-that-wasn't-teasing, and wrestling for dominance seemed absent. Not quite sure what to do without a fire and struggle between them, Piper frowned.

  As usual, Isabella saw her thoughts written clearly on her face. "Nothing's wrong," she said softly. "I just… want you."

  Her emotions tilted back toward amazement and excitement; Piper smiled reflexively. "Really?"

  "Don't get a big head about it," Isabella said with a smile. "I'm in a rare mood, that's all."

  Pulled forward, Piper forgot her retort as her girlfriend's lips met hers. The kiss was sweet, calm, and relaxed in a way she'd never felt from the fiery-spirited blonde, but it was also insistent and subtly driven by need. In a deep meaningful way, it struck an intensely fulfilling note through her heart. Isabella was finally letting down her guard and finally letting herself be attracted for attraction's sake; no games, manipulations, or excuses needed.

  "What are you grinning about?" Isabella asked while kissing along her cheek.

  "You like me," she breathed, lifting her chin to allow further kisses down her neck.

  Between presses of her lips against soft skin, Isabella laughed softly. "A little bit." The blonde grabbed her by the waist and pulled her close.

  Trembling as soft lips played with her ear, Piper let herself enjoy her girlfriend's affection. It was different without a game between them; she felt wanted in a whole new kind of way. It occurred to her in that moment that she'd been subconsciously worried about this for quite some time, but she knew that this closer physical bond meant their relationship had serious lasting potential. Hit by the depth of that thought, she shivered, and her girlfriend took that as a cue. Pushing her gently down on the bed, Isabella climbed on top of her with a smile.

  Electrified by happiness, Piper closed her eyes as soft hands slid up under her shirt and began kneading her bra-covered breasts. It was usually rare that Isabella paid much attention to her chest, but the blonde seemed newly intent on exploring every little bit of her. Inch by inch, Isabella worked her girlfriend's shirt and bra off and then bent down to leave soft kisses
as she made her way up.

  Piper soon found herself bare-chested and, surprisingly, somewhat self-conscious. Being naked in front of the gorgeous blonde had never really mattered before, but now she could tell that Isabella was really truly looking at her—at her body—and increasingly seeing her with new eyes.

  Isabella took her wrists and gently tugged her arms out of the way of her chest. Bright green eyes traced her breasts. Watching carefully, Piper noticed her girlfriend's breathing deepening. Reaching out, she touched the blonde just between her cleavage to feel her racing heart. All that, she realized, just from looking at her—she began moving that hand downward, but Isabella pushed the effort away and shook her head.

  Without a word, the blonde took control again and returned her hands to her girlfriend's bare chest. Her eyes remained fixed on her exploration as she carefully cupped, kneaded, and massaged soft flesh. At one point, she gulped audibly, and Piper couldn't help but smile, eliciting a subtly embarrassed simper in response.

  Those questing hands moved further to trace her sides and tummy. Leaning down, Isabella kissed just above the edge of her shorts several times—and then slid out her tongue to lick her girlfriend's unsuspecting bellybutton.

  "Hey!" Piper giggled, mock resisting while firm hands held her down.

  Those bright green eyes filled with humor before Isabella returned to her downward movement. Prying fingers made quick work of her shorts and underwear, sliding them down with an almost reverent care.

  A moment later, Piper found herself flipped over on her tummy.

  Massaging her exposed butt cheeks, Isabella sighed. "Fuck, you wouldn't believe how much you turn me on."

  Piper looked to her side with a surprised grin. "Are you complimenting my ass?"

  "It's a nice ass," the blonde told her, giving the smooth curve a smack. "Sometimes I get off thinking about that time I spanked it raw."

  "It still hasn't forgiven you!"

  Isabella traced her fingers down her girlfriend's thighs. "That's alright. I know some parts of you that can't wait for my touch…"

  She was forced to hold her breath by the first light caresses. Gentle fingers slid between her legs and under her mound, circling her aching sex.

  "Get up on all fours," Isabella ordered, sensing her readiness.

  Trying not to give away her incredible excitement, Piper clambered up on her hands and knees to bare herself more directly to her girlfriend. She could feel those lustful green eyes studying her exposed sex.

  Before bringing her fingers back to their exploration, Isabella whispered, "You really are beautiful." Tracing glistening lips and silky skin, she gently separated her girlfriend's lips, opening them to make way for a soft kiss—and then her tongue.

  Piper gripped the sheets a little harder as that slick firmness first penetrated her. Breathing deep, she focused on the insistent smooth pleasure beginning to work its way through her nerves.

  Isabella didn't go straight for an orgasm, not like usual. Instead, the blonde put her whole open mouth against her mound and explored deeply with her tongue, testing every intimate crevice and fold. Feeling some movement, Piper realized that, unlike their numerous sessions the past few weeks, her girlfriend was masturbating to the act of her own accord without being ordered to. It still felt odd not to have a game or a struggle between them, but she was rapt with the notion that the girl she loved was starting to return her basic physical attraction. There was no story, no narrative, no orders or domination, just two girls in love—just two girls having sex.

  Her awareness suddenly alive with heat, Piper shuddered, and her inner walls spontaneously clenched around the tongue inside her.

  Isabella made a surprised noise, but she knew to keep doing exactly what she was doing as her girlfriend came against her face. She waited until those tight squeezes subsided and the sound of deep breathing faded before she slid her tongue back out. "Did you just get off already?"

  Her head still filled with a fading rush, Piper looked back over her shoulder with a surprised expression. "I really love you."

  "I really love you, too," the gorgeous blonde replied, intrigued. "But you're not done that easy. There's something I've been wanting to do to you very badly recently… such a strange, primal urge…"

  Immediately aroused again, Piper knew exactly what her girlfriend intended. She waited on all fours excited as Isabella got out their strap-on and harness from its deep hiding spot. In short order, the eager blonde climbed back on the bed and moved up behind her. Careful fingers made sure that she was wet enough, and then that massive presence slid inside her once more.

  Clutching the bedsheets to get past the initial strain, Piper took a deep breath and let herself adjust to the feeling. Isabella was right in describing the feeling as primal. She felt like an animal—in a good way—but that didn't help how tight she always was due to how rarely they did this together.

  "Babe," she panted. "We've gotta use toys more. I gotta get used to this all over again every time."

  "Fine by me," Isabella replied, carefully pushing deeper inch by inch.

  Firm hands gripped her sides as soft hips pressed fully against her butt.

  Fully penetrated, Piper let out her breath with relief. The intense feeling of fullness sent little shocks of pleasure up her spine, and she lowered her head for a moment while enjoying the experience.

  Isabella gripped her harder. "I've been wanting to fuck you so bad lately. You've gotten in my head, girl!"

  "Good," Piper panted, pressing back against her girlfriend.

  The response sent fire through her limbs as the massive presence inside her pushed back. Isabella's hips pressed into her hard and then pulled back a little to start a slow rhythm. Wincing at first, Piper moved with her, matching her movement.

  Like her earlier explorations, something felt more animal and more urgent about Isabella's energy. She seemed driven by basic physical desire and need this time rather than the intellectual enjoyment of power and control. Her head alive with fire and her muscles tingling, Piper pushed back harder.

  Isabella stopped holding back and began fucking her with the full force of her pent-up lust. Trying not to make any noise, Piper fell down on one elbow and put her arm against her mouth. The timely effort kept her noises of enjoyment muffled as their mutual thrusting reached an intense pace.

  Without warning, the presence inside her slid out, and she closed her legs instinctively to avoid the strange sensation of emptiness.

  Isabella grabbed her and flipped her over on her back.

  More than eager to pull that warm body down on top of her, Piper reached out and pulled her close. With her free hand, Isabella maneuvered the strap-on shaft just so and re-entered her girlfriend.

  Filled again, Piper thrust with her hips, going right back to that pleasurable rhythm of animal desire. This time, she had a good view. Staring at her girlfriend's impressive cleavage—held tight by a bra and wreathed by a loose mangled tanktop—she felt her body tingle with added arousal. Isabella shifted down and slid her forearm under her girlfriend's neck, holding her firmly by both shoulders with one arm. Their faces an inch apart, the two girls shared a happy smile and warm breaths.

  "Come on," Piper breathed, pressing her naked chest up against her girlfriend's firmly filled bra and tanktop. "Fuck me like you mean it!"

  Those lust-filled green eyes widened slightly and the smooth body they belonged to responded with harder thrusts.

  Shuddering, she closed her eyes as a a spiky heat grew in her head and in her lower body. "Just like that… yes…"

  The pleasure built into a towering heated wave of need, only finally toppling across her as her girlfriend held her tighter and thrust with all her strength. The orgasm hit her like a fire through her every nerve, tensing up her muscles and clenching her lower body reflexively. Stronger than the first, it filled her for nearly a minute; the ecstasy threatened to overwhelm her awareness. Fighting it, she clung to the soft body moving against hers, deeply s
atisfied in every sense.

  When she finally opened her eyes, she found Isabella watching her. Appreciation of what she'd just seen—and attraction to the beauty of her orgasm—were both clearly visible in those normally guarded green eyes. "So beautiful…"

  Blushing from pleasure and the compliment, Piper could only smile.

  Carefully, Isabella withdrew, then removed and stashed the strap-on. Returning to the bed, she plopped down next to her girlfriend with a big smile on her face.

  More than willing to return the favor, Piper reached out, but a soft hand stopped her.

  "I can't," Isabella told her. "Not for a couple days."

  "Oh, right," she replied with a frown.

  "I'll take care of it, don't worry," the blonde promised, laughing. "But you've got to get ready."

  "Shit, what time is it?"

  "You've got half an hour."

  "Me? Aren't you going?"

  Isabella shook her head. "I'm going to watch the girls. Besides, I'm out of the game right now. So it's up to you to help my sister."

  Piper felt a subtle sense of dread start creeping up in her heart. "But—"

  "Don't worry. Nothing you could do would mess up what we have. Just do what you gotta do to help Laura get some action." She shook her head, still humored by the very idea.

  "You're sure?" Piper asked, wondering at her girlfriend's calmness.

  "One hundred percent," Isabella told her. "I know it took me a long time to come around, but—" She glanced down, taking in her naked body. "I'm in love with you. And I trust you. And, more than that, I like putting you in stressful situations and seeing what you do."

  "Oh, I see you're back now," Piper teased, secretly just as excited for her girlfriend's twisted dark side as she was for her growing physical attraction. "So if I don't manage to get her laid, you're cool with me just fucking her myself?"

  Isabella just watched her with a smirk. "If that's what you think you need to do."

  "What, seriously?"

  "Sure. But I know you. I don't think it'll be that simple, and you're going to tell me all about it."