Steps to Submission Volume 4: Virgin Lesbian Erotic Romance (Steps to Submission Bundles)

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by Lexie X


  A redhead with a natural metallic red tousled bob answered the door. Almost immediately, her eyes widened and she tried to close the door.

  Isabella pushed it open instead. "I thought I saw you getting in earlier. Anyone else here?"

  "No…" Sheenan answered, her stance already meek and defensive.

  "Good." Not bothering with elaboration or explanation, she pushed past to the redhead's bedroom, leading her amorous girlfriend by the wrist. Within, she found a familiar bed and pushed her submissive brunette down upon it. Piper smiled excitedly and adjusted her position on her back as firm legs clambered around her.

  After putting her weight briefly on the body beneath her in order to pull off her own jeans, Isabella quickly got up and placed her knees on either side of her girlfriend's head. Watching those brown eyes that were locked on her black panties, she relished in the emotions she saw there: expectation, anticipation, and lust.

  She hadn't known it over a year ago, but she realized now that she'd had the twisted idea to turn her roommate into a submissive servicer addicted to pleasuring because that was what she'd wanted in a partner. Piper had just happened to be exactly what she'd needed, more than she'd ever thought possible. Had this uncommon and powerful bond between them always been inevitable?

  Hands gripped her butt and pulled her down, breaking her out of her own thoughts. Happily complying, she sank down on her knees until a wet mouth pressed against her panties and quickly brought out equal wetness in return.

  She reached down and gripped brown hair to pull her girlfriend's head up against her sex. Piper eagerly obliged, practically making out with her panties and pressing the fabric into her slit with her outstretched tongue. As her body began responding to that stimulation with light warmth and little spikes of enjoyment, she turned and looked at the door. Sheenan had followed them into her own bedroom and now stood staring.

  Intently recalling every carefully filed detail about her former prey, Isabella arched up, narrowed her eyes, and donned a commanding tone. "Go sit in that chair."

  The freshman redhead obeyed without protest by moving to the same chair she'd sat in the last time she'd watched them. That time had been for show. This time was not.

  Between her thighs, Piper began pushing her panties aside with her nose, eager to get to the sweet treasure beyond.

  Exposed to cool air, she shuddered atop her girlfriend and then closed her eyes tight as a firm tongue made direct contact with her slickness. "Fuck, I've missed you…"

  Piper took her tongue back just long enough to say, "Me too," before pressing her whole mouth into service.

  Her head filling with growing waves of pleasure emanating from between her legs, she began breathing deeper. That firm slippery muscle down there seemed to expertly slip between her warm wetness, bringing that radiating bliss she loved so much; with that bliss came tingling heat and stronger urges.

  Her threshold for certain urges, she knew, was constantly getting lower. It seemed that the longer she was with Piper the less it took to make her want to—as she'd once called it—lez out. The second time they'd ever done it remained with her as one of her primary masturbation fantasies, but the third time had been part of crossing the line and hurting her girlfriend; it was time for a fourth session to blank out the previous one, and—if she was honest with herself—to satisfy that tiny sliver of true physical lesbian attraction she'd managed to build within. That little heated sliver wanted it, and badly.

  Using all of her strength to tear herself away from her girlfriend's expert tongue, she climbed off, took a breath, and then began pulling clothing off left and right. A few feet away, Sheenan stared at them as they both got fully naked while her hand uncomfortably rubbed her own thigh.

  Sparing a moment for a hard glance and a command, Isabella gave her four words. "Go on, touch yourself."

  Amazingly, the repressed redhead actually slid her hand further down and began pressuring the center of her jeans, her expression strained as if by pain.

  Her attention solely on her now-naked girlfriend, Isabella eagerly pulled her soft body into position. Getting what she was doing quickly, Piper happily stretched out on her side and laid her head on a toned thigh.

  Lifting her girlfriend's leg up into a triangle position, Isabella curled into the resulting gap. Her core practically burned for the soft, heated, wet, and alluring body open before her. Those protruding lips and hints of pink she knew so well waited sideways only inches away.

  The difference inside herself was amazing; she could remember Thanksgiving nearly a year ago and going down on Piper for the first time as an act of love. It'd been different and strange and wet and not at all like giving a blowjob—something which she knew she was skilled at. That first time licking pussy had been all about emotional and mental stimulation, and she'd sent her own mind reeling at the thought of what she'd done. A popular gorgeous straight girl sticking her tongue in another girl's pussy and licking her until she got off—the idea alone had kept her permanently horny for months. The emotional and mental bonds were still there, but, now, there was a third element; that physical attraction, the kind she'd built within herself over the last year of having incredible sex with a wonderful girl, and the kind of attraction she knew Piper had always felt for her.

  Staring down at that inviting pink slit, a wave of anticipation and pleasure moved up through her, and she felt herself grow a little wetter. Jessie's question had been on her mind, and she knew now, absolutely: even though she was a straight girl, she had to admit that she did.

  I'm straight, she thought to herself, her body full of fire. But I like pussy…

  Leaning in, sticking out her tongue, and sliding it in between warm soft wetness, she let herself sink into the sensation. I like pussy, and I love a girl…

  Careful fingers massaged her mound and worked her exactly the way she liked. Warm breath rolled across her bare sex, teasing her. She closed her eyes for a moment to enjoy the sensation, but then opened them again to take in the soft skin and smooth thighs all around her as she gently lapped at pink sweetness. It was strange how easy it was to lick, kiss, and tongue with her long hair out of the way. Was this why lesbians often favored short hair? The constant need to adjust her hair was gone, and she could focus solely on enjoying herself and causing the soft naked body pressed against hers to go taut with pleasure.

  Aroused in both mind and body to a near painful degree, she worked one arm under her girlfriend's lower leg, reached up with her other arm, and gripped both butt cheeks to draw her in tightly for a long forceful lick from the top of her sex to the bottom. The muscles in the tummy against her breasts grew rigid for a moment as her girlfriend moaned quietly. The breath from that moan slid across her bare sex—followed by pressing lips and an expert tongue.

  Feeling her awareness grow a little fuzzy as waves of pleasure moved through her, she focused on bringing her girlfriend's light body closer with her double grip on both cheeks and using that vantage to drag her tongue powerfully along slick pink. Each completed lick brought out a tremble in her girlfriend; she continued, intent on learning every single way to pleasure Piper that she could. That same thought stayed with her, remaining too big to comprehend and adding to her mental stimulation. I like pussy, and I love a girl…

  Licking faster and harder as she drew her head up as far as her angle would allow with each motion, she raced the growing pleasure emanating from the tongue inside her. Something about the softness of her lover's body brought another thought to her; something about the smooth femininity of her every line and curve, the supple breasts pressed against her tummy, and the wet slit she lapped so vigorously. All those sensations had increasingly turned her on over the last year, but this last idea only found finality as she thought about her now-short hair. It was as if the growing sentence had always had a final section, but she'd just needed all the pieces to reach it. I like pussy, and I love a girl… maybe I'm not straight?

  The very idea sent a shock through h
er entire body, eliciting a storm of emotions, realizations, arousing attractions, and tensing energies. Suddenly breathing harder and licking long and hard with frenzied abandon while bringing out equal energies from her lover between her thighs, she rose into a new level of body-filling pleasure as she explored that thought. I love pussy, I love a girl… I've had more sex with girls than with guys… I masturbate to thoughts of Piper more often than not… so I masturbate to a girl more than to anything else…

  And she had that sliver of true physical attraction she'd found and held close, fueling a new energy between her and her girlfriend. She was attracted to a girl, loved sex with that girl, and loved that girl so dearly that life simply wouldn't make sense without her. All that, and they were pressed tightly against one another writhing and licking each other's pussies in a frenzy—and the heat and bliss burning through her rode heights she absolutely loved. This was sex.

  All her inhibitions gone, breathing and moaning wildly as she licked, tongued, and gripped while her girlfriend did the same to her, she allowed herself to think the words. There is such a thing as bisexuality…

  Just like that, a surge of fiery ecstasy roared through her and she squealed with enjoyment between licks. She loved the idea ever so dearly: she'd started out completely straight, certainly, but a year of fantastic girl sex and Piper's endless love had shifted her body and brain a tiny bit on that continuum.

  I was 100% straight, she thought. But now I'm 90%…

  The implications of that idea sent the fires of her orgasm into white-hot surges. Vaguely aware of Piper squealing against her sex and tensing and thrashing with her own bliss, she kept licking with all her effort. If moving along the sexual continuum was possible, then that meant life with Piper would ever so slowly turn her further.

  Elated even beyond the pleasure filling her every fiber, she knew they would have to begin a training program right away. Piper would absolutely love this news. Just how far could they take it? How far away from hetero and how close to lesbian could a straight girl go? Could she and Piper look at nudie mags together, even masturbate to naked women? Masturbate to lesbian porn videos?

  Shaking with the sheer power of her final thought, she flared into an orgasm so intense it left nothing but that last question. Could she go down on a girl that wasn't Piper and enjoy it? All her experience actually pleasuring another girl with her hands and tongue was with Piper, and in the confines of trust, love, and a relationship; her loving girlfriend had always been her straight girl exception. Whenever they'd seduced other girls together, it'd always been mental for her, and she'd left the actual act to Piper, who loved it so much.

  With her head squeezed between the thighs of her writhing girlfriend and her body filled with exquisite ecstasy to the point of pain, she held her sliver of lesbian attraction to her heart and actually let herself entertain the idea of licking pussy—not just licking Piper. Practically screaming with the pleasure overwhelming her awareness, a million scenarios flashed through her thoughts, illustrating the ways her new interest could change their sex life.

  I could lick pussy with Piper… her and I together between a girl's legs… or in a circle, a chain of pleasure… or…

  Each of these possible futures tore through her, fueling the fire of her orgasm until she couldn't take it anymore. Pulling away from her girlfriend's mouth and sex, her body alive with powerful aftershocks, heat, and sweat, she lay there and let the continual little orgasms rip through her.

  Seeing her too stimulated, Piper crawled over and held her while still coming down from her own orgasm. The flushed brunette brought her face close and kissed her forehead.

  "Piper," Isabella found herself panting, her eyes wide.

  Her girlfriend hovered above and looked her in the eyes. "Yeah?"

  "Piper…" she said again, her eyes misting even as she tried desperately to catch her breath. How could she possibly convey everything she'd learned about herself? "I want to be with you forever."

  Her girlfriend flashed that incredible warm and genuine smile again. "I want to be with you forever, too."

  Suddenly pulling the brunette close, Isabella held her naked girlfriend tight. There were a hundred layers to the message she wanted to convey, but what she'd said had felt the most natural. There would be time for elaboration later.

  She knew Piper would be incredibly excited once she found out that her straight girlfriend wanted to lick her first new pussy. Piper had always enjoyed going down on new girls, and, now, Isabella realized, she wanted to join her in that world. Would it change their dynamic? Would it threaten their unbreakable bond? Would she take it the right way and understand? Probably, but there was something else she wanted even more, something that also might make this new part of their sex life tenable.

  I'm Piper's boyfriend, she remembered telling Jessie.

  And that meant it was up to her to tell this amazing, beautiful, smart, strong, loyal, and perfectly twisted girl exactly how she felt. Looking over, she watched Sheenan masturbate for a few moments. The redhead had her pants off and her head tilted back. Was she even aware they'd finished?

  Looking down at the small red patch of hair and virginal slit beneath those delicate rubbing fingers, she felt her own body respond with wetness and warmth. She realized with a small adrenaline rush that she could have her first taste of pussy as a bisexual right then and there if she wanted to.

  But no, something needed to happen first. It sounded insane given how her own parents had turned out, but—was it crazy? Was it crazy?

  No. She'd faced the thought of life without Piper these past few days, and it had been wholly unappealing.

  Her girlfriend clung close and warm breath rolled across her neck. One light hand gently came up and began tracing the round curve of her breast, an indication of a second round to come soon. Licking her lips clean of juices and wondering at her own deep satisfaction and happiness, she knew she had to do it. Even though it sounded scary and crazy, she had to make it real. It was the only way.

  She'd have to ask Piper to marry her…

  Chapter 10

  Piper scanned the bar while sipping her drink. Barely able to contain her anticipation and excitement, she squeezed her girlfriend's hand again. She still couldn't quite believe the time of darkness was over. This was the last night before Thanksgiving vacation, classes were done, and Isabella was hers again.

  How long had it taken to get to the heart of the blonde's distance and coldness—nearly three months? At times, she hadn't been sure she was going to make it, and a tingling dreamlike quality still warmed her every moment now that everything was good again.

  "What do you think of that one?" Isabella murmured, covering her glance with a bright smile and close tilt of her head.

  Curling her toes, Piper fought to control herself. The gorgeous blonde's nearness stimulated her every nerve directly, and Isabella could get closer than ever before now that her hair didn't get in the way. She looked incredible with a pixie cut just like she would with any hairstyle, but it was what that choice meant that had Piper so excited.

  It meant Isabella was with her—really with her—and there were no qualms or regrets on her part. It meant, too, in a subtle and unstated way that she really understood why her actions had hurt so much and that she would never do them again.

  And the last month had only carried that positivity forward. They'd both skipped out on Halloween celebrations to stay in, cuddle, and enjoy each other's warm presence again. On the nights they did finally start to go out, it was like old times again; Isabella helped her choose clothes and do makeup and took her out with the girls, who had all been wondering where she'd been.

  The group had been overjoyed to have her out again, and she'd been forced to realize that they weren't just Isabella's friends anymore. She herself had known them for over a year, and they'd all met her in the first few weeks of freshman year, so she was just as much part of the girls as anyone—a situation which would have amazed her awkward and
uncertain highschool self.

  But she wasn't that girl anymore now that she knew herself, and the group wasn't with them tonight. Tonight was a very special night between just her and her girlfriend. After a month spent restoring their bond and trust, it was time for some fun.

  She covertly studied the girl Isabella had indicated.

  At first, she seemed like an unusual choice for some reason—until Piper realized that they'd never really gone after blondes before. Had that been because of an ego thing with Isabella? Or had it simply been random? Or did Isabella actually have latent preferences when it came to girls even though she was straight?

  "Not your usual type," she replied quietly, her smile teasing.

  "Type? I don't—" For a split second, it actually seemed like the domineering blonde had been caught off guard, but she quickly regained control. "I like the ones that look vulnerable. You know, like you did when I met you."

  "Oh yeah?" Piper leaned in and gently bit her girlfriend's ear, eliciting a small intake of breath. "You little predator, you."

  Isabella breathed deeper for a moment, but then slipped away an inch. "Don't be too obvious, the prey might spook. I'm in the mood for a challenge tonight."

  "So that's why you picked a blonde?"

  "Mm-hmm."

  "Alright, then." Piper watched the girl for a few moments. The girl's table was filled with people—mostly guys vying for her attention—so it was easy to spy on her. She had straight platinum blonde hair that ran down just past her shoulders, nicely framing her rather impressive bust. It was entirely possible that her cleavage rivaled Isabella's, but there would be no way to know that until the bra came off. "You know, and excuse my French, but I don't think we've ever netted one with big tits like that."

  Beside her, Isabella nodded and took a sip of her drink without ever taking her eyes off their target.

  It was curious, Piper thought. They'd only ever really pursued small or otherwise vulnerable girls, usually brunettes or redheads; girls that, she realized with some surprise, bore certain categorical similarities to her. Isabella had almost always made these things happen. She blinked. If she herself was the type of girl Isabella preferred to prey on, was that just one more reason their relationship had been so inevitable? Because the opposite was certainly true, that her own preferences contained an intense weakness for soft bodies, large breasts, and long blonde hair.

 

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