by Lexie X
Isabella adjusted the angle of her arm and then began rubbing her mound. "I fucking love touching you," she breathed, her misty breath accenting her words.
"You do?" Piper asked. She knew, but it was always wonderful to hear.
Her girlfriend nodded and kissed her lightly on the cheek.
Together, quietly and eagerly, they rubbed and fingered each other as students passed by on either side of the little grove of trees.
Excited by her girlfriend's daring and the situation's danger, Piper let the growing heat from between her legs fill her and dispel the cold. She wondered what the passing students would think if they knew that two girls were finger-fucking each other just a few feet away; she began breathing deeper, and Isabella used her free hand to grasp her throat again, keeping her quiet.
Liking the pressure around her throat very much, Piper felt the effect of the fingers slipping inside her intensify. "Harder," she panted, excited.
Obliging hungrily, Isabella choked her a little more, and their mutual rubbing and fingering grew more energetic.
Both losing their ability to stay quiet, they began grinding against each other's hands and breathing rapidly.
Leaning up next to her ear as she rubbed even harder and squeezed her throat a little tighter, Isabella whispered in her ear. "Come on… get off around my fingers," she whispered.
Alive with fire, Piper pushed down on her inner pleasure, focusing it. Concentrating her awareness on the slick heat she herself was fingering, she brought forth all her sense memories of her girlfriend's amazing body—all her soft curves, noises of pleasure, sweet taste, and inner clenchings.
Still, the closeness of so many passersby had her a bit off kilter, and she felt Isabella approaching an orgasm before her.
The blonde sensed it, too, and gave her another whisper. "I want to seduce a girl with you tonight," she said softly, letting her breath flow across her girlfriend's cheek.
She nodded, excited.
But Isabella wasn't done. "…and I want to lick her with you."
Piper's eyes widened and her inner heat immediately sparked and surged. Just thinking about the vast implications and possibilities of what her straight girlfriend had just said set her off, and she shuddered and tensed in rhythm with the orgasm she was causing with her fingers.
Isabella breathed hard against her ear even as her silken walls clenched tight, and Piper kept working her fingers as they both came together.
They stood close for several long moments, fingering each other and getting off with shared low breathy moans. Throughout, Piper let that fiery idea fill her thoughts: was Isabella really willing to take this incredible step?
Slowly, they came down, kissing each other deeply.
Isabella unhooked her hand and let go of her throat.
Breathing the cold air deep, Piper zipped up her jeans and fastened her belt, her eyes wide and her fingers—the two fingers that had been in her girlfriend—cold.
Isabella took those two wet fingers and brought them up to her mouth. Slowly, the blonde ran her full lips back across their length, taking the juices there and reaffirming what she'd just said.
Piper watched her girlfriend's gorgeous cold- and orgasm-reddened face, her whole awareness seized by arousal. "You want to lick pussy with me?"
Isabella licked her lips and lowered the fingers she'd just sucked clean. She nodded slowly, her green eyes bright and sultry.
"You're sure?" she asked again, trying to process what was happening. "It's different when you're in love. I think, honestly, even if you had a dick, I could learn to like it, because it's you…"
"I do have a dick," Isabella teased quietly, referring to her strap-on. "Sometimes."
Piper gave her a mock roll of her eyes. "You know what I mean. I remember your first time with me over Thanksgiving last year. You had feelings for me."
Her girlfriend nodded and clutched her a little tighter. "I did. Even though we didn't say it to each other until after Christmas break, I'm pretty sure I already loved you. Nobody I've been with has ever treated me like you do or fulfilled my twisted little desires so much."
Piper laughed. "I know what you mean. I loved you so much, even then," she responded happily. "It just took me awhile to understand what I was feeling, since I've never loved anyone else."
That seemed to slightly stun Isabella. "You haven't?"
"I love my family, and I loved Jessie in a way I can't really describe," she said with slightly wide eyes. "But like this, romantically and sexually, no. You're the only one. Ever."
"Maybe you're not a lesbian, then," the blonde joked. "Maybe you're an Izzie-sexual."
"You tease, but I've had that thought!" she replied, squeezing her girlfriend's arm. "You're the hottest fucking thing in the world."
Isabella's dazzling smile returned on full display. "I hope I stay the only person you ever love."
"Me too." Her gaze lingered on her girlfriend's green eyes for several long moments as they both seemed to hover on the moment, a mutual shared thought just beyond mentioning. Finally, she continued on. "But, like I said, you loved me. All the emotions between us kept building, and our getting off together was getting better and better every time, and my family made you feel like one of the group, and then—it just happened."
Isabella studied her face, her eyes moving up and down. "It did kind of sneak up on me. You asked me to be your girlfriend… and I said yes…" She paused before working through it out loud in a way she never would have before Piper. "Then you put me on my back and tongue-fucked me. Incredible orgasm. Fuck, I still think about that night. I couldn't even handle it, not with the rush of being asked out and saying yes to a girl, saying yes to you, the best damn thing that ever happened to me. I was all hot and bothered and charged up and you made me feel so good in so many ways…" She took a deep breath. "It just seemed natural. I cared about you so much… I was surging with emotions for you… I just kind of flowed into it. You were so beautiful, like so beautiful, and all my inhibitions went right out the window with everything that happened… and I just wanted to make you feel good… and, suddenly, I was between your legs… and my body felt like it was on fire… and, for the first time in my life, I thought a vagina was attractive. Touching and licking it felt only natural, because it was yours."
Captivated by her girlfriend's admissions, Piper trembled with burgeoning arousal and clutched her a little tighter. "See, that's what I mean, though. You liked it because you loved me. What happens if you get face-to-face with some other girl's and you don't like it?"
Coming down from the high of her personal admissions, Isabella glanced around, wary of the passersby who might notice them. She looked back at her girlfriend. "You think that'd make me less into you? If I found out I was straight?"
Piper gulped.
"Babe," the blonde said with a stare. "I got into this with you already knowing I was straight. I agreed to date you and fell in love with you knowing I was straight. We've been having sex for over a year, and I was straight all that time. I masturbate to thoughts of the incredible sex we've had and I love fucking you, toying you, fingering you, and licking you. I love making you come, and I love when you touch me." She stood a little taller, driving her point home. "I love you, and I love sex with you. It doesn't matter that it's lesbian sex. It matters that it's with you."
The intensely sincere words hung in the air for a moment. Piper processed them as best she could, the echoes of her orgasm still trembling through her every so often. "Well, when you put it that way…"
Isabella nodded. "I used to hide how I felt, but I don't want to do that with you. I told you I'm starting to become attracted to girls, and I want to build on that, so that I can be with you in a deeper way. It doesn’t matter to me that we're having lesbian sex, but it does matter to you. I want to join you in your world."
Shaking from the monumental meaning behind what her girlfriend was saying, Piper could only nod. Was it true? Was Isabella's sexuality really star
ting to shift? Could the dream actually be real—could her girlfriend one day be on the same wavelength?
She trembled with a slight spontaneous orgasm at the mere thought.
Noticing her reaction, Isabella bit her lip and smiled. "You like that? Well, let's do one better. You get to pick the girl. We'll go out and we'll cruise the bars, and you get to pick the first pussy your girlfriend will lick as a not-entirely-straight-girl."
Tensing her hips, Piper encouraged the waves of pleasure between her legs. "You…" she breathed. "…I'm so… fucking… into you!"
"I know," Isabella replied, studying her subtle orgasm with a sultry grin. It was obvious that she liked the power she held. "Now come on, let's get out of here before someone notices us standing in the trees like weirdos."
Once they got everything unloaded from the car and were back safely inside, Piper led her girlfriend to her room.
"What's up?" Isabella asked, ditching her jacket as the door was softly closed behind her.
Excited, she dragged the blonde to the bed and got out her laptop. "We gotta get you all keyed up for tonight."
"Keyed up?"
Piper said nothing, instead letting the videos she opened on her laptop speak for her. Muting them, she played the first.
"Porn?" Isabella asked with a rare nervous smile, squeezing her thighs together.
"I'm taking a page from your playbook," she explained. "And I know you get the urge to lez out when you're horny. I want to get you real hot, and then not let you get off." She grinned.
Her girlfriend sighed. "It's a good idea. I just don't like having the tables turned on me."
"I know you don't. But I want you so horny you can't possibly back out."
Isabella gulped. "Fine then. Fire away."
Piper scooted up next to the gorgeous blonde and rubbed her girlfriend's thighs through her jeans as the two girls in the video began passionately kissing one another and undressing. Isabella kept her eyes on the screen and her hands clenched lightly by her sides.
Carefully unzipping her girlfriend's pants, Piper massaged between her legs gently, aiming to build her arousal at the pace of the video. She watched Isabella's eyes, studying where her gaze was aimed and taking in her reactions. When the brunette in the video's top came off to reveal full, round, and firm breasts with perfect little nipples, Piper noticed her girlfriend's breathing change slightly. "What's it feel like?"
Keeping her eyes locked on what was happening before her, Isabella decided to participate in her game. "It's so weird. I'm like… actually looking." She took a deep breath as fingers worked their way under her panties and began massaging her lips. "I don't know. I've seen friends naked before sometimes, and it was just like—hey, there's a girl that doesn't have clothes on. I didn't care. There was no excitement or interest."
"And now?" Piper asked, working her fingers a little deeper into humid warmth.
"It's not all the time," Isabella admitted, her breath trembling. "But sometimes, it's like this heat… this urge… like I'm looking at a hot guy with his shirt off… except it's a girl."
Excited beyond words, Piper rubbed her girlfriend a little harder and waited for more. Isabella closed her eyes briefly, enjoying the stimulation, and then turned her gaze back to the video where the two girls had begun passionately making out on top of one another half-naked. "And I'm not like, oh, those are some nice muscles, or that's a hard body. I'm not imagining what it would be like to get fucked by all that strength and forcefulness."
"You're not?"
"No. It's a different kind of hunger. Like… look at all that softness just waiting to be taken."
Feeling rather turned on herself, Piper slowed her hand a little to make sure Isabella wouldn't get too close to orgasm. "What do you imagine doing to them?"
"Fucking them," the blonde breathed blatantly. "Bending them over on all fours, pulling their hair, and fucking them hard."
She shivered at that answer. "Like you do to me?"
Isabella nodded, her eyes on the panties being slid off of the brunette in the video. "But you know what? When you used the strap-on on me for the first time…" She took a moment to enjoy the feeling coursing through her from the fingers between her legs. "It did something to me. To my body, or to my mind, or both, I guess."
"Oh?" Piper studied her girlfriend's full and soft face, wondering if the attraction she experienced to girls felt the same as Isabella's.
"It was like something in the core of me realized something, or got surprised," she admitted. "That I can be fucked, too. A girl can fuck me the way the straight part of me loves. I can be the girl instead of the guy."
"Oh, so you think you're the guy in our relationship?" Piper teased.
Isabella nodded. "One hundred percent. I'm the boy. You're my girlfriend, and you make me feel good, and I fuck you."
Blushing, Piper squeezed her girlfriend's mound playfully. "I do suppose that's true."
"But I don't know what's what anymore," the blonde continued. "You fucked me, and I loved it, and I needed it. Still need it. I thought I wouldn't have that feeling again, being with a girl, but I can have it, and we've been having sex for so long I'm starting to forget any other way, and I've been fantasizing and masturbating to thoughts of you, and your body, and how you make me feel, for so long now…" She paused and gave a low, involuntary moan.
Piper eased off the pressure from her fingers.
Isabella seemed to recover her control after a moment. "I was completely straight, and I viewed girls as toys to be used for our games. Wanting to bend a good-looking girl over and fuck her, that's for my fun. It's like a trophy. I've felt that at times, but it wasn't attraction. But now I can't get over this realization that I can be the girl sometimes, too. I want to try being the girl… with a girl." She swallowed loudly and then resumed breathing heavily. "Does any of this make sense?"
She smiled happily. Warmth played over her as she processed her girlfriend's scattered thoughts. "Absolutely." She kissed the soft skin along the blonde's exposed neck. "You've been having sex with someone you love, and sometimes we have sex with girls as toys because they're like trophies, but you want to try sex with a girl because she's a girl. Because you're just plain old attracted to her."
Isabella nodded, her eyes glued to the naked girls licking each other on the laptop screen.
Fighting the urge to masturbate, Piper slid a finger inside her girlfriend. "Not in-love-sex, and not as-trophy-sex… basically, you want to have just-lesbian-sex for the first time."
Screwing up her face against the intense pleasure filling her—the intense pleasure that was being held just barely short of orgasm—Isabella nodded emphatically. "I do. I do! I want to know what it feels like to be you. I want to feel what you feel when you're going down on a girl. I wanna know, at least a little bit, what it feels like to really be a lesbian."
Piper withdrew her hand from her girlfriend's panties and then held her wrist as she tried to reach down and finish herself off. She smiled brightly. "I think I've been waiting our entire relationship to hear you say that."
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Piper's Crush
Piper and Isabella have a new game, and, in pursuit of that game, they go to the bar, only to run into Piper's first crush from high school, Maggie. It seems this crush was particularly strong, and Maggie looks very much like Isabella... drinks are had and bad decisions are made, leading to a night none of them will forget.
Content advisory: contains strong themes of domination and submission, first times between girls, and a long, salacious buildup and payoff.
This is Part 21 of "Steps to Submission", following Piper's descent into sexuality and depravity at the hands of her roommate.
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