by Lexie X
But it didn't seem right to touch either Jessie or Dusty. They were already on a road trip without Isabella's knowledge, and to come back from that with a video and hey I had sex with some girl by the way—she frowned. Isabella had said she could have sex with Jessie if she wanted. What was right?
Dusty began moaning louder, and her thighs tensed.
Sensing that, Jessie kept doing exactly what she was doing and guided the girl through a body-clenching orgasm.
Watching a female orgasm, Piper felt the first real heat taking shape between her legs. It was beautiful and erotic and had always been the core of her sexual experience. That's how she'd gone down the path toward lesbianism in the first place, by asking herself: what could be wrong about something so beautiful?
She could almost feel Dusty's inner walls clenching around Jessie's thrusting fingers; the ultimate sign of success, and the most engaging part of making a girl orgasm.
Focusing on that, Piper slid her fingers under her panties and began massaging her warm lips directly. That was who she was, she knew: it reaffirmed her entire self every time she made a girl orgasm, like an infusion of reinforcing light and positivity. Was that the foundation of her submissiveness?
She curled her toes.
On the bed, Jessie flipped their guest over onto her back.
Slipping her loose shirt off, Dusty eagerly got fully naked.
Without her shirt, Piper could see the girl's tattoos in full glory. They ran not only up her arms, but down her chest and around the curves of her teardrop breasts as well, leaving small circles of pale flesh around her pointed nipples.
Jessie put her hands there and kneaded. "These would be great for piercing…"
"Right?" Dusty breathed, rolling her hips up to grind against her massager.
Leaning back to push her own pants down, Jessie climbed back on top of her with just a shirt and panties on.
The black-haired girl pulled at her panties with a grin. "Come on, get those off and sit on my face."
Purposely ignoring part of her request, Jessie clambered up and lowered herself down—underwear still on.
Instead of protesting, Dusty pushed the white fabric aside with her nose. "No way, pierced clit, too?" she asked, intrigued. "Forget the nipples. That must have hurt."
"Yeah," Jessie breathed. "But it was worth it for moments like this." She pressed down a bit.
Dusty angled her head up and put her whole mouth against pink wetness, lightly grasping that pierced stud with her lips.
Above her, Jessie tensed up and arched over a little, clearly enjoying the mouth on her sex.
Rubbing herself under her panties with her whole palm, Piper wondered if that piercing made the act more pleasurable. If it did, maybe she should suggest that Isabella get a piercing down there. How crazy would that be? She liked the idea of a piercing topping that perfect little slit at her behest, too; it would almost be a weird kind of territory marking, a permanent sign that the straight blonde's perfect pussy was reserved solely for her lesbian girlfriend.
Just like that, she found herself actually masturbating for real, with the image of Isabella's pierced hood and pink slit stuck in her head.
Jessie looked over and saw that she was actually getting into it, and that realization seemed to charge her up. Grinding against Dusty's face, she closed her eyes and really let herself sink into the good feeling.
Reaching up to grip both butt cheeks, the black-haired girl gave happy moans as she sucked and tongued.
With arousal burning at her thoughts, Piper watched her best friend getting eaten out—and, for the first time in a very long time, she started wondering what Jessie tasted like, and what having sex with her might really be like. There'd been those momentary fantasies back when Isabella had initiated a foursome with her and Marlene—
Those thoughts came back to her with sudden force. She envisioned herself grinding against Jessie, or curled up with her and licking each other, or passionately making out and fingering each other, and it felt incredibly warm against the backdrop of decisions she'd almost made in the past few months. It hadn't been too long ago that she'd thought about their future together as a real lesbian couple, and the life that might entail. Who wouldn't want to be with their best friend?
For some reason, that thought sent a disengaging chill through her.
Withdrawing her hand, she sat and watched with a reserved unhappiness.
It wasn't something she wanted to face, but Jessie was not her best friend. She was a very good friend and someone she cared about dearly, but there was clearly tension between them, and that tension would one day cause one of them to fade out unless it actually and truly went away.
On the other hand, there was someone she'd been through everything with, and who she could talk to about anything without judgment.
Feeling a million miles away and wishing she wasn't in that room, Piper realized that Isabella was the person she trusted most in her life. Even though they'd had their trials, the incredibly strong blonde had always stuck to her principles and protected their relationship the only ways she knew how.
Piper's heart raced as she found a new understanding.
She was already with her best friend.
That realization made her choices clear.
Pulling up her jeans and grabbing her phone, she slipped quietly out of the room. Jessie would be hurt by this and a huge fight was probably coming, but it had to be done.
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Chapter 14
Isabella lay on the guest bed, her head swimming. Why had she said that? The old inner fears had come back very sharply in that moment and she'd told her girlfriend she could have sex with her best friend when really she'd wanted to talk about marriage.
At least Piper was with her family for Thanksgiving and wouldn't be near Jessie. It was one hundred percent obvious that the punky girl had feelings for the brunette, but she was also Piper's best friend and emotional touchstone. Because of that, Jessie had been protected from schemes and games—mostly.
Isabella frowned. It made her heart hurt to think of someone taking away her girlfriend. Piper was so intensely wonderful and made her better in so many ways, but she knew that she herself was a very hard person to be in a relationship with, and she couldn't help but wonder if Piper had ever considered going for her much easier and far less dominant best friend instead.
Being trapped inside herself and unable to emotionally connect to Piper for the first few months of the school year had been terrifying. She'd worried, even as she'd mistreated her girlfriend and pushed her away, that the brunette would finally get fed up and call everything off—but she hadn't. She'd endured, and even promised that she would never, ever leave, somehow unknowingly giving the one thing Isabella had most needed to hear.
It had always felt like a cold and painful truth that everyone left eventually no matter what ties or bonds they were supposed to have, but Piper had shown her that wasn't true at all. Her father might be completely gone and her mother might be a crazy drunk, but she had a real relationship with her sister now, and a girlfriend who would never, ever leave her no matter how bad her inner storms became. And that was why she'd gotten a job on top of her studies and everything else—she'd needed to save up money for an engagement ring.
It sounded insane, and her heart raced every time she thought of it, but—Piper deserved to know how she felt. Life before her had been a cold, calculating, and cruel game of hurting and avoiding hurt; life with her had warmed and become real. Life only made sense with her in it. So, Isabella lay in the guest bed in her sister's house staring at the ceiling and wondering why she'd said the total opposite of what she'd felt.
That was really a trend, she told herself. She'd never been able to open up and talk about how she was really feeling, but Piper had broken through all those barriers every single time.
The tension left her as she put her faith in her girlfriend. Piper always came through. This time would be no different, right?
> Getting up and locking the bedroom door, she plopped back on the bed and busted out her phone. On top of everything else, her fantasies had been changing; it seemed the more she loved Piper, the more she found certain new things arousing.
She put her phone on silent.
Pulling up an eleven-month-old video, she slid her hand underneath the waist of her jeans and used her split fingers to rub her warming lips exactly the way Piper usually did for her. In the video, Piper dropped to her knees in a large bathroom stall and grabbed a pair of slim Korean legs. Hungrily, she felt around, and then pulled the girl's pink panties down. She leaned in, looked up at the camera, and smiled as her tongue made contact with delicate pink lips under a thin landing strip of black hair.
The filming girl almost dropped the phone but managed to hold onto it, and Piper reached down and shoved her hand in her own jeans as she began thrusting her tongue into silky tightness.
Isabella stared, entranced, as she rubbed herself harder. She'd had the video for nearly a year, ever since she'd made it happen last Christmas break, but it'd only been a mental trophy for most of that time. It had started to appeal to her in a physical and fundamental way in the last few weeks, and it was starting to become her favorite masturbation material.
As the filming girl relaxed and even started getting into it, Piper grinned eagerly and thrust her tongue in and out more forcefully, using her whole mouth on the girl's small and delicate mound.
Something about her girlfriend's lips and thrusting tongue struck her deeply, bringing out a heat between her legs that her fingers were happy to encourage. Her body had come to instinctively know that mouth as a primary source of pleasure, so seeing it in action always turned her on—but in recent weeks it was the other half of the equation, too, that was starting to appeal to her.
Piper knew how to put on a show of it for sure, and she made everything very visible; she pulled soft flesh out with her lips and hung back an inch to make sure her tongue was visible as it entered pink.
That was the part Isabella found herself staring at most of all—those open pink lips glistening with saliva and juices. What was Piper tasting? What was she feeling? Licking girls always seemed to turn her on so goddamn much. It was practically a high for her.
Clenching her thighs around her own hand and forcing it against her heated and damp mound, Isabella worked herself deeper into the feeling. She'd gone down on Piper before a great many times, and those sense memories were all around her as she began breathing harder, but it had always been an act of love, part of a game, or prompted by extreme arousal and the desire to do something taboo. It had only been recently that she'd begun nursing, deep inside herself, a sliver of real physical attraction.
She'd caught glimpses of how it must feel for Piper, and she understood, now, that her girlfriend was literally attracted to girls' bodies. Piper literally felt good when looking at a female body the way she herself felt when looking at male models or celebrities, and Piper literally got turned on by the sight of the smooth curve, soft flesh, and pink slit between a girl's legs.
And, so, she kept her gaze on the Korean girl's alluring sex, trying to tie her own pleasure to that sight and trying to imagine what Piper was feeling and tasting. What was it like to go down on a strange girl? Did different girls taste different? Did different girls orgasm against one's face differently?
The video ended, but she was too caught up to stop. Quickly, she flicked to the next video, one from just a few months ago.
In Julie's room, Piper stood stock still, letting the redhead use her as a living sex doll.
Julie's actions had been understandable on a mental level, but, now, Isabella found herself seeing the video with new eyes. The redhead explored her girlfriend, pressing her athletic breasts against Piper's small handfuls, touching and squeezing her body—and, then, Julie moved her to the bed.
The redhead went through a series of odd rituals, including user her fingers to transfer juices to her doll's mouth, and then kissing her. After that, she spread both of their juices all over, even sliding her own sex against Piper's body and face. Once satisfied that the brunette wasn't going to react, Julie propped her doll's butt up on a pillow, spread her legs, and began exploring, touching, and licking.
She even started masturbating to what she was doing.
Isabella found that she now understood what Julie had been processing—the softness of a girl's body had gotten into her head. She'd wanted to explore every single sensation of playing with a girl, and she had, using the most submissive toy she knew of.
Slipping two fingers inside herself and fucking her own hand, Isabella stared at Julie's naked and athletic body as the redhead tongued and fingered her girlfriend.
If only she had a living doll like that, here, to play with the same way! Piper would certainly submit for her, but it was Piper she wanted to surprise with her new attraction. If she only had a living female body to play with, she could touch it, lick it, tongue it, squeeze it any way she wanted, even hump it, and really start driving her own brain and body deeper into attraction to girls.
Squeezing her mouth shut to keep from making noise as her orgasm reached a fiery peak, she focused on one idea: she was more than capable of manipulating someone into submitting like that. She didn't have a living sex doll, but she could make one. Her inner predatory urges liked that thought very much.
Still staring at Julie's naked body as her friend leisurely licked pussy, she rode her own hand through a minute-long orgasm.
Her bliss-filled thoughts did not miss the fact that Julie was in town, and that it would be very fitting to dominate her in return for what she'd used Piper for—
—and, after all, she'd seen Julie's bare sex many many times when Piper was going down on both of them last year. Would it be weird if her long-time friend was also her first real taste of a girl outside of her relationship?
She rewound and paused the video at a point where she could clearly see Julie's long hanging lips and red triangle of hair. Feeling painfully heated and a little bit out of control, she started masturbating again, her thoughts filled with imagined sensations of what it would be like to go down on someone she'd known for years.
Maybe half an hour later, sweaty and exhausted but still surging with arousal, she forced herself to stop masturbating. It was vacation, and there were other things to do. Leaving her room and heading for the bathroom to take a shower, she came up short.
Julie was sitting in her kitchen drinking a glass of wine.
Walking over in a daze but managing to don a calm expression, Isabella entered the kitchen.
Laura stood within as well, also drinking a glass of wine. Her older sister smiled and chatted with the younger redhead from across the counter.
"Hey, what's up?" Isabella asked, not letting her confusion show.
"Hey, Izzie!" Julie responded cheerily. "Want a glass?"
"Sure." Feeling surreal, she tried to act normal as her sister poured her some wine.
"Hope you don't mind that Julie's over," Laura said, upending the last of the bottle.
Isabella sipped her new wine, her thoughts calculating. She already had a strong suspicion she knew what was going on. "So you two are hanging out?"
"Yep," Laura said with a nod. "I knew she'd be back in town for the holiday, so I thought it'd be nice to have her over."
Isabella looked Julie in the eyes. The redhead gulped once, but maintained her positivity. What was needed now was an apparent exit. Politely, Isabella said, "Yeah, absolutely. Hey, I have to take a shower. I'll be back in a bit."
"Alright."
The two girls waited until she was out of earshot to begin talking again.
In the bathroom, Isabella clutched her wine glass and slid down to the floor, her back against the door. So, her older sister was going to hook up with Julie—not that she'd seriously considered making her surprising fantasy real, but it still chilled her that somebody actually was going to be licking Julie's pussy in this
very house tonight. She shuddered as the image of her sister using her lips to draw out the redhead's long hanging labia came to mind unbidden.
"Fuck," she whispered to herself. She should have known! The very first girl Laura had tried to hit on so awkwardly that summer had been a redhead. Then, they'd helped her hit on women, and she'd ended up running into Julie; apparently, it didn't bother Laura that she'd used to babysit her new hookup.
It probably worked very well for her. Her daughters would have none of the potential father drama that might be caused by their mother hooking up with men, and Julie was only in town for holidays and vacations, so there was no risk of the younger girl wanting more or anything like that. Had they met up again during the summer, or was this their second time together?
Funny—Julie had always been the judgmental one, saying lesbian derisively to her and Piper, and, now, the redhead was having occasional casual sex with her former babysitter. It seemed labels weren't so informative a thing these days. Laura and Julie were both very straight, but hooking up out of convenience and fun.
This was not the black and white world she'd been raised in.
Turning on the shower, she sat inside thinking about the time she and her girlfriend had had the most incredible sex right in that spot. The same confusion applied to her: she was straight, but had been dating a girl for over a year, and, now, she was cracking that straightness and nursing a growing new attraction to the female form. Could people simply change like that? Judging by the shifts going on inside her, she knew very strongly that they probably could.
Keyed up in more ways than one and unable to sit still, she showered quickly, toweled off, and headed back to her room. On the way back, she noticed that her sister and Julie were already gone from the kitchen—and Laura's bedroom door was closed.