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

by Lexie X

  Piper thought back on her life and tried to connect the dots between the person she'd become and the awkward teenager that had muddled her way through confusing middle school and high school years. She hadn't yet explored the true depth of what her inner discovery meant about her past, but some things made a sick sort of sense with her new context. She remembered being overly needy in many friendships and overly hurt when those friendships ended, even if it was just because someone transferred schools. She still remembered one girl in particular, a blonde named Maggie, who had been her best friend for a few months in ninth grade—the feelings she'd had for Maggie made so much more sense in her new context, if indeed it applied.

  But Isabella had not had that same tension in her life as far as she knew, even though Piper was certain her girlfriend had definitely become physically attracted to her. "Isabella's learning to be attracted to me, though," she said. "I can feel it."

  Jessie's grip on her hand tightened to near pain. "Then she always had it in her to some degree."

  "I'm not sure that's true. We started out purely mental, but I can feel the way she looks at me now and the way her body responds to me. It's definitely different than it was, and—"

  Without warning, her best friend pulled her hand away, stood up, and abruptly stormed out of the coffee shop.

  Dumbfounded, Piper quickly dumped their coffees in the trash and then raced after her along the sidewalk. "Jessie!" A few people watched her, but she aggressively ignored them and brushed past. Her spiky-haired best friend walked a few feet ahead, her arms crossed tightly. "Jessie, stop!"

  She refused to stop walking away and only came to a halt once grabbed by the shoulder and spun around. Her eyes were misty and she held her head half-low as if she'd just been struck.

  Piper stood in front of her on the tree-shadowed street corner, shutting out everyone else but her best friend. "What's going on?"

  "I forget how different we are sometimes," Jessie replied, her voice low and hurt.

  "What! Why?"

  "You can't just go telling gay people it's just a choice," she insisted, subtly furious. "You know what I've gone through. Do you have any idea how much I wished back then that I could just learn to be straight?"

  Piper felt her heart sink. "Shit, I'm sorry."

  "Good," Jessie continued. "Do you know how long it took me to accept myself? And you—you helped so much, just by being around, and by caring about me like it's no big deal at all. I hope I helped you, too."

  "You did!" Piper replied, stepping a little closer to touch her best friend's forearms.

  Finally letting her guard down a little, Jessie uncrossed her arms and lightly gripped her hand once more. "You need to get your head on straight before you go telling people you're a lesbian."

  "What do you mean?"

  Jessie wiped her eyes with her free hand. "I mean, isn't this what Isabella wanted? To mess with your head so badly that you think you're a lesbian?"

  "Well, yeah."

  "It's a dominant's dream to so completely control someone," Jessie told her. "And if Isabella's anything, she's dominant as hell."

  Piper nodded, feeling a bit weird. "So what do I need to figure out?"

  "I don't know. Ask the tough questions. Like is it girls, or is it just Isabella?"

  "Well, there was that girl over Christmas break, at the mall."

  "But Isabella instigated that, and you filmed it for her with your cellphone," Jessie countered. "Have you ever been attracted to a girl without any involvement from Isabella at all?"

  She thought about Maggie again, but it was impossible to be sure which interpretation of her feelings was most accurate. Had it been a poorly understood crush, or had it just been a co-dependent friendship as immature as any other in high school? "I honestly don't know."

  "Good. I wouldn't have believed you if you'd just said yes or no." Jessie sighed, looked around at passersby, and then began walking alongside her down a side street. "If you and Isabella broke up—"

  Piper felt a terrible pang at the very thought.

  "—would you date girls after?"

  Her terrible pang faded into subtle heat as she felt the urges in her rise up. She still remembered being without Isabella for several weeks during Christmas break and how much her need to play with a girl had built up to painful levels.

  Jessie noticed the flush creeping up her neck. "Not just sex," she elaborated. "Would you flirt with girls? Do you even know how?"

  Pulled out of her arousal by the daunting idea of hitting on female strangers, she raised her eyebrows. "I guess I have no idea, actually."

  "Can you imagine going to dinner with a girl? Going on walks? Curling up and watching a movie? Really dating a girl."

  For that, she had a clear answer. "Yes. Isabella and I did do those things, and, even though I couldn't admit it at the time, I wanted all of them. Some of my favorite nights were just chilling on her bed in pajamas watching a movie on her laptop."

  Accepting her answer, Jessie studied the passing trees and yards for a moment. She squeezed the hand still held in hers, then turned back with a much bigger question. "Do you want Isabella to one day tell you she's a lesbian, too?"

  Piper froze in place on the sidewalk; their arms stretched out to the limit before Jessie stopped and stepped back.

  Her best friend expanded the question that had so obviously brought her pause. "Are you going to be alright, in the basic physical sense and all mental games aside, with her being attracted to guys and just you?"

  Unable to formulate a response in the face of sudden pain, confusion, and worry, Piper felt her pulse speeding up.

  "Because I can believe that," Jessie continued. "Maybe people can fall in love with a person regardless of gender, and that love will bring attraction. But I don't believe she can unlearn her body's basic impulses—unlearn being attracted to guys."

  "These questions are hurting me," Piper finally said, unable to respond with anything else through the twisting pains around her heart.

  Jessie watched her with a compassionate gaze. "Do you want me to take them back?"

  "No, you're right, they're important. I just wasn't thinking about these things, I guess."

  "I've thought about them," Jessie told her. "Because I care about you. I want you to be happy, and I want this thing between you and Isabella to work out, because you deserve it."

  "Thank you." Piper gulped, and then managed to look her best friend in the eyes. "What do I do?"

  Jessie shrugged. "You know yourself and her better than I do. My go-to answer, though, is always to just talk to her about it. Communication can never hurt in the long run."

  They walked on in silence for a time.

  "Do you think that's what I've done?" Piper finally asked. "Fall in love with a person, I mean."

  Jessie's hand tightened on hers. "That's something only you can answer."

  Still trying to process the surprisingly heavy concerns Jessie had brought up, she returned to her new apartment in a heady daze.

  Isabella lay sprawled on one of the couches in the living room, still wearing yellow cleaning gloves. She lifted her head weakly. "Hey."

  Piper looked around to note the kitchen's incredible cleanliness and the vacuum tracks in the living room carpet. "Did you clean the whole apartment?"

  Shrugging, the tired blonde smiled at her. "I do clean sometimes. How's Jessie?"

  "She's good," Piper replied, moving to plant her butt on the edge of the couch near her girlfriend's midsection. "Can I ask you something?"

  "Sure, what's up?"

  The questions and fears had grown, evolved, and changed in her mind on the walk home. One new concern sat foremost in her thoughts. "This might sound weird, but—do you treat me differently?"

  Her exhaustion cast off as she realized something important was up, Isabella lifted her head. "Differently from who?"

  "From a guy," she forced herself to elaborate. "Because I'm a girl."

  "Do I treat you different
ly…" Isabella said aloud, pondering. "I never really thought about it consciously, but yes."

  Piper's clenched the fingers of one hand together, but otherwise held her calm. "How?"

  Her girlfriend's green eyes sharpened. "Do you want me to show you?"

  She gulped. "Yes."

  "You're sure?"

  "Yes, I—"

  Before she could elaborate, Isabella sat up and pushed her roughly off the edge of the couch. A moment later, the energetic blonde climbed atop her and held her down.

  "What are you doing—"

  Her words cut off as soft but strong fingers clasped her throat. For a moment, she panicked and tried to fight off her domineering girlfriend, but Isabella deftly pinned her arms. A moment later, a firm hand gripped her throat again. With her breathing constricted, she had no choice but to fight down her inner animal and breathe slowly.

  Isabella lightened her grip ever so slightly.

  Completely controlled in a primal way, Piper gazed widely up at her grinning girlfriend. Part of her felt like she should be shocked and angered, but that certain heat had already come upon her with surprising strength, and she shifted her trapped thighs as she felt dampness growing.

  Isabella leaned down and hissed in her ear. "You like that?"

  Despite terrifyingly strong panic and energy surging within, she nodded.

  Letting her blonde hair fall in a circle around their faces, Isabella squeezed a little harder. Her green eyes watched her captive's reaction intently. Piper gasped for air, equal parts scared and aroused.

  Her girlfriend released her throat and sat up, her chest heaving with excitement, her face hidden behind her strewn hair except for a partially visible predatory grin. Slowly collecting herself, Piper watched her captor, stunned at the effect that those few moments had had on both of them. "Bedroom?" she breathed, rubbing her throat.

  Isabella smoothed back her own hair, revealing flushed cheeks. She gave a deep affirmative nod. She stood and moved through the apartment. Following the ardent blonde, Piper entered her own bedroom with a sense of excitement and cautious wariness. Closing the door, she initially avoided facing her companion, wondering what her question might have unleashed. Delaying the moment, she headed for the window, intent on closing the blinds.

  "Leave them open," Isabella ordered breathily, stepping forward. Her hands found purchase on her lover's arms.

  Flipped around roughly, Piper sank into the blonde's deep and energetic kiss. Softness pressed against her with surprising firmness even as questing fingers moved up into her hair—and pulled. "Fuck!"

  Breaking off their kiss to move her mouth close to her lover's ear, Isabella whispered a little taunt before pulling her hair even harder. Searing pain arced through her head and neck, bringing aroused heat even as the initial sharpness faded. Just barely within the boundary of actual injury, Piper began gasping and pulling at her girlfriend, her body responding with deep need.

  After a quick nip at her ear, Isabella took her and threw her bodily down on the bed. Climbing on top of her again, the heated blonde pinned her down and began grinding against her. More than happy to respond in kind, Piper pushed up with all her might, both resisting her girlfriend's forceful grip and pressing herself against the thigh between her legs. Something about Isabella's violent passion had her desperately wet and impassioned; this was a side of her girlfriend she'd seen many aspects of, but never quite so directly.

  After kissing her extremely hard, Isabella angled over and bit her upper arm.

  "Ow, god!" Piper shrieked, caught off guard by the intense pain. Shot through with adrenaline, she pushed the blonde off of her momentarily. Isabella just grinned hungrily at her.

  Nursing her arm and her new angry red bite marks, she pulled back, but Isabella ground against her, draining her resistance. The next bite was lighter than the first—more playful—and she held her breath out of passion rather than pain.

  Charged with a very new kind of energy, she began to realize why Isabella had said yes to her question. Had she been holding back in a physical sense all this time? Had the fiery blonde kept her more damaging habits under control because she was a girl and Isabella thought that there was a chance she couldn't handle it? Or was it just that Isabella felt comfortable showing this side of herself because they'd grown so close in their own unique and twisted way?

  Pulling away, her aggressive girlfriend ordered, "Get on all fours."

  Her bite marks still burning, Piper eagerly flipped over. Insistent hands quickly pulled her pants and underwear down, leaving her bare to cool air. She heard the sound of her girlfriend going to the closet and returning. Soft fingers rubbed her heated sex, spreading wetness along her sensitive skin.

  "Turned on, I see," Isabella commented, sliding her finger in to explore for a moment. She breathed deep, savoring the moment.

  At first penetrated by just a curious finger, Piper waited; Isabella moved her hand away and stepped closer, bringing her strap-on closer. Hands gripped her thighs even as hard smoothness played against her sensitive slick lips. Anticipating penetration, Piper instead found a firm hand sliding into her hair. Isabella gathered her hair in one hand, and pulled—hard.

  Tensing her thighs and straining her neck, Piper moaned. The pain mixed with her arousal, eliciting a burning new kind of pleasure. Her girlfriend chose that moment to press forward.

  Gasping, she adjusted to the massive presence pushing apart her inner walls. Isabella responded with another powerful tug of her hair. Eyes watering, Piper focused on breathing through the intense pleasure and pain.

  Using her hair as a grip, Isabella began thrusting against her, forcing her to gasp and moan. "Say my name."

  Her every muscle already tensed, Piper barely managed a whisper.

  "Say it," came the order again.

  "God, Isabella—" she panted, her head rushing with fire. "I—"

  "Scream my fucking name," came another order, along with faster thrusts and harder pulling on her hair. The blonde's other hand forced her upper body down against the sheets and angled her ass up just a little for more forceful fucking.

  "Isabella!" Piper shouted, too overcome by bliss to care about anyone that might hear. "Fuck!"

  Five nails dug a trail down her back. "Scream that you love me."

  Electrified by pain and full of thrusting ecstasy, she forgot her usual inhibitions and began shouting into her sheets. "Fuck, Isabella, I fucking love you!"

  Behind her, the gorgeous blonde angled her elbow into her back to pull on her hair harder than ever and used it all as leverage to slam against her. Her whole body on fire from being choked, bitten, scratched, pulled, and forcefully fucked, Piper bit down on gathered sheets to keep from screaming at the top of her lungs. The body-wide pain fueled her ecstasy, mixing sensations both red and white into a searing and surging bliss.

  The moment she began coming down from her orgasm, Isabella pulled her up by her hair with the strap-on still inside her. Reaching around to grip her breasts through her shirt and kiss her exposed neck, the amorous blonde slowly thrust up against her from behind, drawing out her pleasure. Clutching her girlfriend's forearms, Piper struggled to recover herself through the intense feeling.

  Sensing that she could take no more, Isabella withdrew the strap-on and let her fall to the bed. Still alive with the crackling light pain of scratches and bites, Piper took a deep breath and relished the calm moments after orgasm—until she saw something move in the window again. "Son of a bitch, it's her again!"

  Isabella hurriedly pulled off the strap-on and fixed her pants. "I knew that bitch could hear us! There's no other way she'd know when to come look."

  Still lightly sweaty, Piper fixed her hair in the closet-door mirrors, pulled up her pants, and chased after her girlfriend.

  ***

  Chapter 15

  By the time she caught up to her girlfriend, Isabella had her foot in the front door of the apartment they'd previously located. Someone inside shouted weakly at
her, but she refused to budge.

  "Who is it?" Piper asked, wondering whether to help force her way in.

  "Some girl," Isabella replied. "Let me in, you freaking weirdo!"

  Together, the two girls pushed the door open.

  A girl immediately moved back and took up position a few feet away, her arms held close and her head held half-low. Slightly shorter than Piper but with a nearly metallic red tousled bob, she was cute enough, especially in the sense of prey that Piper could tell Isabella was already stalking—except Isabella pushed past her entirely and moved through the living room to one of the bedrooms beyond. The apartment had the same layout as their own.

  "Just as I guessed," the flushed blonde announced as Piper entered the bedroom. "Her window is only slightly offset from yours. She can probably hear us."

  The girl came in and meekly stood by the door. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean—I just—I heard something, and then there you were—"

  "So you thought you'd just watch us having sex?" Isabella demanded, playing up her indignation more than a bit to cower the girl. The redhead flinched at the phrase having sex.

  "What's your name, anyway?"

  "Sheenan," the girl admitted.

  Isabella frowned. "Sheenan? Well then, maybe we'll just tell the association that you were watching us like a pervert."

  "Please, don't!" she insisted. "I'm a freshman, I'm not even sure how I got assigned to off-campus housing a year early. They'll definitely send me to the dorms."

  Looking over at her girlfriend in pleasant surprise, Isabella took a moment to recalculate her strategy.

  "What do you think?" Piper asked, assisting. "Should we tell the housing association?"

  "Please don't! I'll do anything…" Sheenan's words trailed off as she realized what she'd said.

  Isabella regarded her with a hungry smirk. "Grew up in a strict household, did you?"

  The redhead took a step back. "Yeah, why?"

  "Sex seems to scare you," the blonde continued. "Did you like what you saw?"

  She took nearly fifteen heart-pounding seconds to respond. "I… I don't know."

  "Maybe you didn't get a good enough look, then," Isabella mused aloud, stepping past her to close the door to the bedroom. Sheenan jumped as the door slammed, but made no move to leave.