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

by Lexie X

  She watched as Jake began amping up the energy and insisting that Julie drink. Fitting, considering the times the redhead had gotten Isabella over-the-top drunk and considered it a game; he ordered a round of shots, too, and the group energy quickly shifted.

  "I'm so buzzed," Laura confided, leaning closer.

  Had she been wearing that perfume all night? Suddenly noticing how good she smelled and how warm the older brunette's close presence made her, Piper gripped her beer tighter—so much for the spark between them being gone. She steeled herself for a deeper dip into Laura's closeness.

  Leaning closer herself, she carefully placed her lips to brush the brunette's cheek and ear. "I think we should take both of them to a hotel room."

  Laura froze with their faces still barely touching.

  "I know you used to babysit her," Piper continued, running a hand casually up her companion's backside. "But she's older now, and I know she's willing. She and I have played before."

  The warm body under her hand shifted with heated tension. "Really?"

  Piper nodded, letting her cheek brush against more flushed skin. "And with a guy, too, maybe you'll feel more comfortable. We'll do it at your pace."

  Closing her eyes for a moment, Laura took a deep breath. "I don't know…"

  "You won't get another opportunity this perfect," she whispered, hoping none of her own emotions were audible in her voice—terror at being so direct, fear at how her amateur manipulations might be taken, excitement at the obvious effect she was having on the gorgeous older girl, and a twisted satisfaction brought by the thrill of control.

  "Get a room, you two!" Julie said across the table, teasing them.

  Laura broke away and took a moment to recover her sensibilities.

  Taking a gulp of her drink, Piper stared the redhead down with mildly veiled hostility. "Maybe we will."

  "What would Izzie think of you and her sister?" Julie asked, still feigning casual teasing.

  Piper threw the redhead's past manipulations back in her face. "I can do whatever I want, remember?"

  Jake glared at her, warning her down.

  "Anyway, how's life been?" she asked, quickly changing the topic.

  "Great," Jake answered for his girlfriend. "We actually met at school and hit it off when we realized we came from the same hometown."

  "Yeah, he's the best," Julie said, forgetting the momentary hostility as her buzz grew deeper.

  "What are you studying at school?" Laura asked, intent on catching up.

  Piper sat back in her chair and tried to get control of herself. Unsure what to do next, she let Laura and Julie chat about the past few years. Another round of shots ordered by Jake came and went.

  "Yeah, and the divorce is final," Laura said, divulging the biggest thing on her mind as she moved past buzzed into truly drunk.

  "You got divorced?!" Julie exclaimed, her eyes wide.

  The brunette nodded sadly. "Hey, I can't really hear myself think here. Want to come hang with us at my hotel room?"

  Julie took a drunken moment to think. "You don't live at your house anymore?"

  "The divorce," Laura lied, giving her a sad nod.

  "Ohhh, that sucks. But we don't want to impose."

  "It's no problem," Jake interjected. "Piper and I can watch TV or something while you two talk."

  Julie glared over at Piper for a second, but then she seemed to change her mind as one eyebrow raised in neutral deference.

  What the hell had that been? Piper watched her face, trying to guess why the redhead had decided she wasn't a threat to her relationship with Jake.

  "I could really use a talk," Laura continued, using the skills that ran in her family to put on an extremely convincing display of emotion. "You knew Rick, so you can understand."

  "I mean, I remember you talking about him," Julie replied, meekly looking back and forth between the various parties that had her cornered. "Sure, let's go hang back at the hotel."

  "Thanks," Laura said with an appreciative smile.

  Piper glanced at Jake to share a sense of surprised victory.

  They piled into a cab together, rode to the hotel, and even stopped to buy beer on the way. Once inside the lobby, Jake distracted Julie while Laura bought a room.

  "I can't fucking believe I'm doing this," the brunette muttered. "You're corrupting the youth, Piper."

  "Me?" She laughed. "And youth? You're older than me."

  "Don't remind me!"

  Passage through the calm quiet hotel hallways gave her a moment to think about what she was doing, and she did consider whether any of this was wise or necessary, but that boundless antsy energy still surged through her every fiber and filled her with optimism, excitement, and hunger. She loved Isabella fiercely, and that relationship had certainly come to define many things for her; shenanigans like this were the kind of things they enjoyed together. And even though Isabella wasn't present, she would still love hearing every detail. Indeed, this had all been at her request.

  And it was just sex. What was the harm in having fun? Surely, there were people out there who did far stranger and kinkier things—swinging, or dressing up in leather, or worse.

  She entered the hotel room to find it as familiar as any other hotel room she'd ever been in; she moved to a chair at the back. Escorted by her boyfriend and former babysitter, Julie entered with a deeply buzzed laugh, completely unaware that everyone in the room wanted her for far more than conversation. Laura drunkenly slammed the door behind them—another behavior that seemed to run in the family.

  "Beer?" Jake asked, handing one to each girl.

  Piper took hers and raised an eyebrow at him, warning him to keep his enthusiasm hidden to avoid blowing the whole thing.

  Laura sat next to Julie on the edge of one of the two beds and engaged her with talk of her divorce.

  True to what he'd said, Jake turned on the TV.

  Contemplating the best way forward, Piper watched her redheaded nemesis carefully. Sips of her beer passed the time until an opportunity presented itself: Julie got up and went to the bathroom, leaving the three of them alone in the main section of the room.

  Jake quietly asked, "How are we gonna make this happen?"

  Laura gaped. "He knows?"

  "Needed him to convince Julie to come," Piper told her. "He's still probably the key."

  He grinned at that and turned his leer on Laura. "Should we just start doing stuff?"

  "No subtlety with you, is there?"

  For the first time in as long as they'd known each other, Piper realized that the graceful and commanding brunette was truly nervous. She just sat there on the edge of the bed in her tight black dress looking between her two companions in crime while hoping one of them would lead. It also occurred to her that Laura had never really had a chance to do freaky things for real, and she probably hadn't been with anyone but her ex-husband in many years.

  For her own sake, Piper wondered what she herself was doing trying to manipulate her way into group sex with her girlfriend's sister and best friend. The prospect thrilled and titillated her, but there was such a thing as taking it too far.

  Laura sighed. "Fuck, it's been way too long. I am getting some tonight no matter what. Take off your damn pants."

  Piper almost opened her mouth to ask if she was serious, but thought better of it. Jake eagerly undid his belt and kicked away his jeans, and she realized that the plan she'd been building all night had just been given a life of its own. Something was going to happen, and it would be a disaster if she didn't act. Hearing the faucet go on in the bathroom, she quickly stood and headed over. Slipping inside and gently closing the door behind her, she found Julie washing her hands.

  Her stance swaying slightly with drunkenness, the redhead asked, "Um, can I help you?"

  Taking stock of the small bathroom, Piper tried to determine how best to approach. The counter and shower flanked the small toilet, leaving no open wall space to push Julie up against. Instead, she grabbed the ot
her girl and pulled her tight.

  "The hell are you doing?"

  "Oh, you don't like being cornered in a bathroom?" Piper asked quietly and fiercely. "I remember a time when you were pushing me down and ordering me to get you off. It's what girls like me do, right?"

  "I didn't know you were a lesbian," Julie complained, fighting to get free of the grip on both her wrists.

  She felt an uncomfortable heat surge through her at the use of that label, but she said nothing.

  "It wasn't like, intended to be mean," her captive continued. "I just thought you were one of those—you know—submissive types."

  "I am," Piper said flatly. She glanced down at her hands, which firmly held two feminine arms close. "Usually."

  Julie pressed her lower body forward and tried to use the leverage to pull away. "Let me go."

  "Have you had a chance to fulfill your fantasy?" Piper asked instead, taking a guess at what might have been going through the other girl's head for the last several months.

  "What fantasy?"

  "It's only natural. I got you off more than a few times. I'm sure you've thought about it since."

  "Nope."

  Piper pulled her forward until their faces were an inch apart. "You don't think about all those times I serviced you and Isabella?"

  Julie's subtle hesitation told her she was on the right track.

  "I remember walking through crowds of strangers, wondering if they somehow knew what I was on my way to do—that I was going to get on my knees and use my tongue on you and your best friend." She slowly licked up her captive's trembling cheek for emphasis. "I got to know your body so intimately. Do you miss my tongue, Julie?"

  Julie shuddered ever so slightly.

  "I'll take that as a yes." Feeling intensely predatory and evil but thrilled by the power, Piper gently released her grip and moved her hands downward.

  Julie made no move to escape, but she did shudder again when feminine fingers began pushing down the waist of her skirt. In short order, that skirt fell to the floor, and her panties soon joined the pile. "Only because I'm so drunk, and just this once."

  Piper echoed her with a grin. "Just this once."

  "For old time's sake."

  "For old time's sake," she repeated softly, returning to her captive's waist. Julie's athletic body had not lost any of its lean firmness while away from school and volleyball. Her smooth toned legs led Piper's touch straight up to that familiar intimate area where a triangle of red hair still topped a heat-flushed mound. Practically salivating at the sight of those long hanging lips that she'd once loved sucking on and playing with, Piper let her own inner urges flare. Where Laura and Jake's interaction had made her slightly uncomfortable for some reason, this brought the full force of her arousal straight up from the inner depths of her body. Gripping Julie's thighs to take some of the weight off of her own knees, she brought out her tongue and leaned in.

  The first press of her tongue between spreading lips brought back an immediate rush of memories and sensations. That musky flavor—unique to Julie—sent her right back to all those bathrooms and bedrooms and dark corners where she'd pleasured this sex and this body while Isabella had watched. She could see now that all of it had been more dark and twisted courtship between her and her girlfriend, but Julie hadn't know that. All those feelings of submission and humiliation had been real, and Julie had been fine with making her feel that way.

  A different kind of heat grew alongside her arousal. Looking up as she began licking in earnest, Piper momentarily locked eyes with the unsuspecting redhead above. She knew she'd chosen Julie for Laura as a sort of fitting revenge target, but she was only now realizing how badly she wanted to make the arrogant redhead feel the humiliation she'd felt; a loose plan crystallized in her thoughts as she brought one finger up, licked it, and slid it between the heated folds under her tongue.

  "God, you're even better than before," Julie breathed, gripping the nearby counter.

  She took a moment to adjust her knees on the cold tiled floor. "A year of constant practice will do that."

  Julie looked down at her half amused and half sheepish, though her awkwardness faded a little more with each lick and her hand found a grip in her servicer's hair.

  Rubbing the spot between slick walls that she knew so well and sucking on long fleshy lips, Piper carefully gauged the redhead's reactions. Amping her up with a few direct clit sucks and a few flicks of her tongue while the little knob was between her lips, she brought Julie quickly up to a powerful edge—

  —and then she stopped.

  Julie panted and pulled her in hard by her hair. "What are you doing? I'm almost there!"

  Resisting the pain, Piper fought herself free of that grip and stood. Lifting up the hem of her dress, she grabbed one of her captive's hands and brought it to her panties.

  "What are you doing?" Julie asked again, sounding desperate.

  "It's not free anymore," Piper shot back. "You gotta give what you get."

  "I'm not into girls."

  "You don't have to be. Just gotta be good with your tongue."

  That prompted Julie to fight and struggle again. With her first bit of freedom, she reached a hand down to finish herself off.

  "Nope," Piper said, catching her wrist again. "You can go out there, or you can stay here and use your hand on me, and then I'll give you that incredible orgasm you've been missing. But there's no more free play."

  Julie paused to visibly consider the warmth against her fingers and against the hand that was still pressed against her captor's panties. "Just my hand?"

  Piper grinned. Every little step always led to another. "Just your hand."

  Hesitantly, the fingers against her panties began moving.

  Putting her own hand down against her captive's heated sex, Piper matched her movements to encourage her on. Closing her eyes as the pleasure hit her again, Julie instinctively began rubbing with more focus and energy, continually urged forward by the hand against her own sex responding in kind. A flush crept up her pale neck again and her breathing deepened.

  "Under the panties," Piper whispered.

  "What?!" Julie asked, opening her eyes in alarm.

  Piper took her hand back a few inches; the flushed redhead relented. Piper put her hand back while Julie curled up her fingers over the edge of her panties and slowly crept them back under into heat and humidity one by one. Piper made sure to breathe out heavily, putting on a subtle show for her captive. Bit by bit, Julie pushed down along both sides of the small patch of hair under her fingers. She gulped when those fingers hit bare slick lips.

  "Not so bad, is it?" Piper asked.

  Julie hesitated, but then chose to feign confidence. "It's fine."

  Taking advantage of that fake confidence, she immediately asked for more. "A little further."

  Julie gulped again, but pushed her fingers down until her entire hand cupped heated mound. "How are you so wet already?" she asked, honestly caught off guard.

  Rather than explaining how much it turned her on to play these games of control, Piper just shrugged and went with another truth. "I love going down on girls, I guess."

  Starting to rub again, Julie waited a moment before asking. "You always did seem to enjoy doing it. Is it really that great?"

  Between deeper breaths and still rubbing her captive in kind, Piper tried to don her best Isabella smirk. "Try it and see."

  "Nah, I'm alright."

  "What's the harm? I can get you off dozens of times, but returning the favor just once is suddenly weird?"

  Julie didn't respond.

  They both sat in warm silence for a time, shifting every so often, breathing heavily, and rubbing each other toward orgasm.

  Piper used one hand to push her own panties further down. "So your hand doesn't get tired," she explained, responding to Julie's tenseness.

  "Oh."

  At the suggestion of hands getting tired, Julie brought her left hand forward and replaced her right without ev
en thinking about it.

  Sighs began to break the silence, along with the motions of bodies responding to growing pleasure. Julie closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and—

  —Piper pulled her hand away again.

  "Fuck!" the frustrated redhead whispered. "I'm so close. Please."

  She liked the sound of that begging, but still shook her head. "I think you should use your mouth."

  Julie said nothing.

  "Blame it on the alcohol."

  Lost in thought, Julie just idly rubbed her captor's mound without realizing it.

  "I know you've thought about it," Piper whispered. "Just do it. Now's your chance."

  "You're the worst," she finally responded.

  Piper just waited, grinning.

  "Fuck fuck fuck… fine!"

  Without another word, Piper hopped up on the counter and spread her legs. Julie sighed with frustration and defeat—and then bent down. Taking every opportunity to hesitate and delay, she kissed along her captor's thighs lightly, then circled her mound slowly. Her face bright red with heat, arousal, and embarrassment, she brought her tongue out—

  "Stop," Piper ordered. "Though I'm super happy you were actually going to do it."

  "Oh my god, I hate you! Stop torturing me!"

  "The torture has only just begun, but I think you'll like it. Actually, I'm just here to get you all hot, bothered, and ready. It's Laura's first time with a girl, too, and I think I'd like you both to share that experience."

  Realizing that more might be going on, the frustrated redhead narrowed her eyes. "Laura?!"

  "Come on," Piper told her, loving the anger and unhappiness. She hopped down from the counter. "Let's go. Leave those."

  Julie looked down at her skirt and panties—but she followed the tugging on her arm into the hotel room proper still bare from the waist down. Her boyfriend sat on the edge of one of the beds fully naked; Laura sat kneeling before him, her hands engaged, her head bobbing up and down.

  "What the f—" Julie began to shout, but Piper quickly grabbed her and put a gentle hand over her mouth.