by Lexie X
But Piper had figured out what was wrong at long last. She always came through. Somehow, that girl forced the emotional truth out of her every time, and then made it all feel better in an instant. She always took away the pain simply by caring so much.
It was a hangover in more ways than one. Breathing and thinking calmly, she first felt relieved—and then worried about how far she'd gone in torturing her girlfriend. Piper was the perfect foil for the overwhelming storm inside her. The more creative she became in her dark fits of sadism and vented anger, the more the brunette seemed to enjoy their relationship.
In fact, thinking about how much Piper enjoyed it turned her on. It always had. From the very start over a year ago, her roommate's impossible response to her commandeering manipulations had been surprisingly and incredibly captivating. She'd never known anyone who responded to humiliation with arousal, and especially not in so mentally erotic a manner. Knowing Piper was like having her cake and eating it, too; she could torture the poor girl to her heart's content, get off on the power and control, and still have her little slave hang around loving it.
She supposed their close-knit relationship had always been inevitable. Sometimes, it still freaked her out that the best relationship she'd ever had was with a girl, but Piper was Piper, and she'd grown to accept that. Her perfect submissive and best friend just happened to not have a penis; the last year of emotional growth, deepening happiness, and incredible sex had shown her that it didn't matter. She felt like the hole inside her left by a long childhood of neglect and loneliness was finally filling in with something real and something worthy of being called a person.
And the taboo of having sex with a girl still turned her on, too. The more comfortable she got with touching her girlfriend in that way, the more her own internal subjugation to wrongness aroused her. In a way, her own deep need for Piper had become a self-perpetuating cycle of arousal. The deeper Piper wormed her way into her heart, the more that taboo bond turned her on, and the more it turned her on, the more her mind and body responded to the naked girl she got to play with, dominate, and love.
Very slowly, she reached down along her own naked body, her eyes still closed, her thoughts centering on memories of her girlfriend's blissful face between her legs. The more Piper enjoyed being made to serve, the more she enjoyed making her serve, inexorably drawing her deeper into girl sex. The warmth inside her burgeoned, and she began rubbing her own bare mound slowly and gently.
It occurred to her that, sometime not too long ago, she'd probably passed the tipping point—it was now very likely that she'd had more sex with girls than she'd had with guys. What did that make her? Was that unconscious thought with her when she'd chosen to bring home that guy to torture her girlfriend last night? That might have been too much. It'd made Piper cry.
Something which she couldn't help but admit actually turned her on a little bit.
Thinking about how exquisitely she'd humiliated and crushed Piper, she clenched her thighs around her hand and forcefully pushed two fingers inside herself. It was probably too far, and it was probably wrong to masturbate to, but, still in her own little world of darkness and pre-waking solitude, she couldn't help herself.
Fighting that train of thought and trying to stay as still as possible to avoid waking her girlfriend, she pushed her thoughts back toward her own entrapment.
More sex with girls than with guys—she let herself sink into a rush of memories from the last year. How many times had she finger-fucked Piper? Or rubbed the still-crazily-smooth curve between her legs? How many times had she gone down on her during their summer training game? Too many to count.
Isabella imagined herself out at the bar, lusted after by an undefined cloud of men. She knew she was painfully attractive to them, and she knew they wanted her most out of so many other girls. Did they have any idea that she, the hottest one in the place, had gotten more pussy than they ever would? She rubbed herself harder, beginning to shake the bed just a little bit—but the growing heat and pleasure inside her had to be answered.
That was the game between men and women, she knew instinctively. It was social, and primal. Men chased after women, and the best women chose the best men if they were worthy—but not her. While her friends hung around at the bar allowing men to take them home and fuck them, she spent her nights coming home and fucking another female with a strap-on.
Or forcefully sitting on her face, if her inclinations went that direction instead.
Or anything else she wanted to make the submissive brunette do.
Breathing rapidly but quietly, she worked herself closer toward orgasm—amazed, as always, at how much Piper's responses turned her on. That was a big reason why she was far more eager to come home and fuck a girl than she was to bother with the bar game.
And the game was passing her by. The longer their relationship stretched on, the more of a commitment it became all around her. There were only so many nights in any given life, and she was spending an increasing number of them with a soft body, a wet slit, and a willing mouth instead of playing the game with hard bodies that had firm penises before them and simple minds behind them. Men would throw her down and fuck her, she knew, and she did fantasize about that sometimes, but sex with Piper and the girls they'd sometimes seduced together was so complex, intriguing, and alluring to her inner dark side that it had become more or less irresistible.
Girls were full of layers of wants, desires, and taboos; unwrapping those layers and getting girls to give in to lesbian sex was an insanely challenging but incredibly rewarding game of its own. Men would have simply said yes immediately to any hint of sex. It was no challenge at all. Hell, the night before, she'd simply grabbed that guy from the bar and he'd followed her and acted exactly as her honed instincts had guessed.
And here she was, masturbating to thoughts of sex with girls and why it was better; again, what did that make her?
Reaching her free hand up, she began kneading her own large breast. Eyes closed, two fingers in herself, one hand on her breast, she felt herself losing control. The insistent pressure inside her lower body rose, lifting waves of pleasure up through her. In answer to those waves, a roiling eddy of bliss churned in her head, numbing all thoughts except those of her own deep seduction by Piper and girl sex.
Breathing hard, all caution thrown to the wind, she worked herself frantically up ever higher until her whole body tensed and the pleasure peaked sharply in her head and against her fingers. Throughout nearly thirty seconds of ecstasy, she focused solely on thoughts of pushing Piper down on all fours and fucking her with a strap-on; she could feel every detail perfectly, even how her girlfriend would react to a slap on her ass cheek, and then several hard spanks.
Her orgasm peaked with a deep breath; at long last, the pleasure began to fade, letting in uncomfortable heat and a latent headache. Opening her eyes while her lower body still clenched every so often, she found the source of the heat.
With an unhappy groan, she rolled over to avoid a beam of light crawling up her bed. Her head protested with a surge of hangover static, and she clutched the sheets for a moment before realizing that she was alone.
Suddenly shaky for a completely different reason, she slowly forced herself up and into some pajamas. Wincing and fighting a bout of dizziness, she proceeded out into the living room. Thankfully neither Maisy nor Savannah was around, and she crossed the apartment toward her girlfriend's room without fear of being asked what she was doing.
Entering the opposite hallway, she saw Piper sitting on her bed crying and her best friend—now with a messy hot-pink hairdo—consoling her. Jessie looked up at her approach, grimaced sheepishly, and then got up and touched the door. "Um, sorry… she just needs a minute."
Stunned, Isabella nodded.
It was rare that she'd ever had a door closed in her face, but this instance was particularly painful in that she felt she probably deserved it.
After getting a glass of water, she sat on one of the couches in t
he living room and waited, anxious. For the longest time, she'd thought of herself as a carefully constructed act. Outwardly, she had great friends, a fun social life, and top grades. Inwardly, she felt like an angry and twisted demon.
Piper had always responded to her dark sadism with impossible enthusiasm. Every new torturous game had only seemed to draw her closer, and Isabella had found herself slowly feeling like a real person. If someone so solidly good and stable and reliable could so dearly love her perverse inner thoughts, it made her feel, for the first time in her life, that it was okay to be who she was. She couldn't change her dark urges, but she didn't have to. Those urges meant she was a perfect fit for someone who needed them, someone who needed to be treated a way that normal people couldn't fathom.
But now that was all threatened because she'd gone too far. She trembled as she began remembering the night before. She'd been drunk, angry, and looking to hurt someone when Piper's text had come in: I want you to humiliate me tonight.
Isabella sighed unhappily. Her dark side had seized upon that opportunity to lash out, and, as always, she'd known exactly how to hurt Piper in the worst way imaginable. Consumed with her pain, she'd wanted to hurt her girlfriend, even relished in it. She thought back on some of the things she'd said during the act and she had to fight down a sob. She'd wanted nothing more than to hammer her submissive girlfriend with sharp pain over and over to prove some self-fulfilling prophecy that she might get fed up and leave, and now—
She snapped her attention up as she heard a bedroom door open.
A few quiet words were exchanged in the hallway, and, then, Jessie came out. The pink-haired girl stopped in front of her with a grim and cold expression. "You're going to meet me for coffee later."
Isabella blinked. "I… am?"
"I've got some things to say to you," Jessie said, her tone flat and restrained.
She gulped. "Alright."
The other girl took a deep breath to calm herself and then left the apartment.
A few moments passed before a cute disheveled brunette emerged from the hallway, her cheeks only recently wiped dry. Piper had always been thinner than her and slightly smaller, but now the brunette seemed almost gaunt. Cautiously, almost weakly, she moved to the couch and sat down a foot or two away.
Isabella watched her with trembling pain, waiting for the worst.
Piper sniffled, wiped her eyes one more time, and then let out a breath. Her first words cut straight to the point. "I'm not going to leave you."
"You're not?" Isabella asked, full of relief, worry, elation, and self-loathing all at the same time.
"I promised, last night, that I would never leave you no matter what," her girlfriend explained, her words resigned and resolved. "And I won't. I want you to understand that. I will never leave you. Never."
Taking in a happy breath, she nodded. Half of her felt intense relief while half of her grew excited at the thought of that unbounded limit for exquisite torture.
But Piper hadn't finished speaking, and her still-misty eyes grew hard. "I won't leave you… but if you ever do that to me again," she said, unable to even describe the night before. "Or if you ever break the few promises I've asked of you again, then that's you breaking up with me. Do you understand?"
Her heart squeezed painfully by those words, she nodded again, a few tears of her own escaping down her cheeks. So Piper had been truly hurt by what she'd done—and Isabella knew she didn't really deserve to be forgiven, not after breaking a promise and doing the foremost thing her loving girlfriend had ever asked her not to do. Overwhelmed, she reached out a hand.
Piper shied away from her touch. "I just need some time."
She pulled her hand back, heart hurting.
"I think you should take some time," her girlfriend continued. "Some of the things you said to me last night felt… very specific… and cut very deeply. I know your parents are getting a divorce and your dad has basically cut himself out of your life, and that's probably the most painful thing that could possibly happen to you."
Isabella sat in silence, wondering if her entire life was going to come apart at the same time.
Piper scooted forward on the couch a few inches and touched her leg. "I will still be here for you. We will get through this." She took a few moments to just breathe.
"How?" Isabella suddenly asked. "How can you be so strong and stable and amazing? How can you still be here for me after what I did to you?"
The brunette blinked and sat up a little straighter, her frailty vanishing for a moment. "Because, dumbass, I love you. This mistake doesn't ruin that, not all by itself. I know you through and through, and I love what you are."
"Even though I'm so messed up?"
"Because of it. You know that." Standing, Piper shambled off to her room. "I'm gonna go back to sleep."
Isabella sat in the quiet apartment for a while longer wondering which thing to feel terrible about or hopeful about first.
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Chapter 8
Halloween decorations dominated the coffee shop. Looking around, she found a hot-pink swatch amid orange and black. Jessie waited for her with a look of wary judgment. After getting a coffee, Isabella joined her girlfriend's best friend at the table, not sure what to expect.
Jessie didn't hesitate. "What do you think you're doing?"
"Doing?"
"Do you understand just what you did to Piper?" she asked, her tone sharp.
Frowning, Isabella started to apologize. "I know what I did was—"
"No," Jessie cut her off. "Here. Let's put it this way. Are you attracted to girls physically?"
Taking a moment to look around the busy coffee shop, she studied several of the nearby students. More than that, she thought about her friends, too, which she knew were objectively gorgeous. Neither the girls in the coffee shop nor the memories of her friends did anything for her physically. Girls were soft and curvy, but that only made them seem like prime targets; it was only when she started to think of the twisted things she could make those girls do if she wanted to that she started to feel something. "No…"
"Are you attracted to Piper?"
The sensation of thinking of her girlfriend was immediately different. Piper's cute face, thin body, and soft skin came to mind instantly, and she shivered. Behind those details were sense memories of passionate kisses, grasping hands, warm embraces, and private sweetness; most of all, she fixated on how it made her feel when Piper got on her knees and pleasured her like a slave happy to give in to her mistress. Squeezing her thighs together to hold back a sudden wetness, she gulped. "Yes."
Completely aware of the flush in her light skin and the subtle movement of her body, Jessie raised one eyebrow. "Clearly." She shook her head, annoyed. "You know you're a unicorn, right?"
"Unicorn?"
"A hot straight girl who actually learns to return a lesbian crush. Do you have any idea how hard it is to seduce a straight girl? Not just for sex," Jessie added, pausing. "Most girls will take a walk on the wild side, especially in college… it's just not fucking fair… but straight girls almost never delve into any feelings beyond lust. It's easy to like sex and orgasms. Anyone can get caught up in getting off."
Isabella looked around in mild surprise to see if anyone was listening to their suddenly sexual conversation.
At that, Jessie smiled. "But actually returning feelings? Falling in love, and being attracted to a girl back? You two have something special. Piper's been coming to terms with being a lesbian for the past year, and, at the same time, she's stumbled into every lesbian girl's dream. She seduced a gorgeous straight girl—"
It was Isabella's turn to raise an eyebrow.
Jessie grumbled. "Don't let it go to your head. You are gorgeous, and you know it, but that's not the point." She zoned out for a few seconds, and licked her lips absently.
Isabella wondered, briefly, if the tattooed girl was remembering how she tasted. It felt like a certain power to hold over someone, and she almost felt like
mentioning it: remember that time I got you to lick my pussy?
Fighting down that dark urge, she nodded penitently instead.
"The point is," Jessie continued. "She didn't have to endure years of loneliness and hell to find love. She seduced you and pulled you along with her before she even understood her own urges and needs."
At that, Isabella spoke up. "She seduced me? I—"
"Didn't she?" Jessie immediately countered. "Think about how perfect she is for you, and your submissive and dominant pairing. Think about how much she turns you on; how much she's always turned you on from the very start by being the perfect foil for your sadistic wants. You're as deeply trained to respond to her as she is to you. I mean, honestly, you never really had a chance."
It was true, she knew, but putting it that way struck her innately, and she felt herself growing warmer. "So I guess Piper tells you everything?"
Jessie nodded. "She does. And I suppose we should get that conversation out of the way. I was in love with her for a long time."
Feeling strange prickly heat run across her skin, Isabella sat a little taller. She'd known her girlfriend was a lesbian, but it still hit home in a powerful way to realize that other girls would be attracted to her. "Was?"
"I'm, uh, not the right kind of person for her. I know that now. I did say something when you were being what I thought was horrible to her, and she said that I couldn't hurt her the way she needed. Nobody could. Nobody except you."
Her heart full of odd pain and conflicting pulls, she could only nod weakly. "Did you and her ever…?"
"No—no!" Jessie responded, eyes wide. "Oh no, it's not at all like that. If I had to give an honest assessment, I was lonely and hurting, and she was an incredible girl that just fell into my life. After Marlene and a few random hookups, I just—I don't know. I'm alright with myself now. I like me. I don't need to latch onto someone else to feel secure about who I am. Piper helped me with that as much as I've ever helped her, and, in that regard, she's the best friend I've ever had."