Steps to Submission Volume 1: Virgin Lesbian Erotic Romance (Steps to Submission Bundles)

by Lexie X

  Beside her, Isabella let out a small sigh.

  Gulping, she took in the slick and warm sensations of exploring another girl's most intimate folds. It felt very much like her own insides, except missing some vital component of feedback—this was most definitely someone else's body. In the place of that feedback came more intimate details; the texture of her inner walls, the heat of her arousal, the responsiveness of her body to each touch. Soft thighs tensed when her finger reached a small rougher patch on the upper inside those slick walls.

  Overwhelmed by the experience and her own rising arousal, Piper realized she knew exactly what she'd found by finding that spot—and she knew exactly how good it could feel. All her concerns and inhibitions trampled under by the sheer force of her lust, she curled her finger further and gently rubbed that spot.

  Isabella took in a breath and raised one leg a little, nodding in response to the unspoken question.

  Putting more pressure into it, Piper watched her gorgeous roommate's nearly-bare body intently, her eyes on the flush and tensing in that exposed tummy and upper chest. Her gaze lingered on that amazing bra-supported cleavage—at least until she glanced up. Instead of keeping her eyes closed, Isabella was looking right at her, her gaze hungry.

  Spurred on, she put her whole hand into it and pressed down on the bottom of her roommate's sex with her knuckles while she continually rubbed that spot and thrust her finger in and out. Isabella clenched her teeth and breathed loudly through her set jaw, the feeling visibly more intense without the panties in the way.

  Gazes locked with her roommate, Piper watched the pleasure build in those green eyes, and she even instinctively added a finger as their shared intensity increased. The angles better now that Piper's hand was actually inside her, Isabella thrust back, putting her whole body into it.

  With everything taking a little bit longer due to the alcohol, they both began growing a little sweaty, and Piper felt her forearm tiring—but she kept up her efforts, too caught up to stop.

  Her panting practically turning into soft grunts, Isabella thrust hard, causing single drops of sweat to fall down onto her cleavage. Finally, her breaths lengthened, her neck tensed, and she arched.

  Seeing that, and getting a hang of her roommate's body language, Piper did her best to keep her pace exactly the same. She was soon rewarded as Isabella shivered, scrunched up her face, and came to a deep and heaving orgasm.

  Piper's thoughts froze as she felt inner walls clench around her fingers with each of her roommate's ecstatic trembles. There was no way to rationalize that one away. Isabella's most intimate moments were now hers.

  They moved together, growing gradually slower until they both came to a gentle stop.

  The blonde pushed her hand away, sighing happily.

  Closing her hand around her own wet fingers, Piper just sat there in shock, not sure what to do or what to think.

  Isabella pulled up her panties and climbed off of the bed to don a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. Wiping sweat from her forehead, she sighed again. "Damn, that was good. Best yet. We'll do it that way from now on." With that statement, she left, probably heading for the bathroom. The door slammed behind her with a note of finality.

  Eyes wide, Piper brought her hand up and stared at the juices on her fingers. Too drunk to form any coherent thoughts, she felt her focus turning back toward her own urges. Beyond any measure of self-control, she brought those two wet fingers down and slid them inside herself.

  Tired, drunk, and at the edge of her endurance, her body nonetheless responded with bursts of electric bliss. Completely overcome by arousal and lusts too complex to grip, she let herself sink into the sensations of what she'd just done, comparing her own feel to Isabella's throughout.

  Falling on her face and tummy in her roommate's bed, she could detect a stronger scent than before—the blonde's arousal, lingering in her sheets.

  Her awareness on fire and her body burning with lightning bursts of pleasure, she fought her fatigue to build her most incredible orgasm yet. The sheer strength of the pressure building inside her almost scared her, but there was no way she was going to stop or refuse it. Instead, she sought after it with force, focusing her senses on how it felt to finger-fuck another girl.

  She had no strength for moans this time. All she could do was let her body and mind rise up with that explosion of pleasure as she arched and writhed across her roommate's bed in the throes of orgasm.

  Painfully hot and tired, she rode it out as long as she could, keeping the high going with focused sense memories. At long last—sweaty and spent—she came down, now barely able to crawl to her own bed.

  It was only in those moments of returning reality that she was able to think a little more clearly and process what Isabella had said. We'll do it that way from now on?

  She gulped. Did that mean they were going to keep doing this?

  She knew it did.

  She could already feel part of herself rationalizing away her concerns. If Isabella was cool with it, it must not be weird, right?

  Shaking her head, she let herself pass out, part of her resolving to call the whole thing off in the morning, and part of her looking forward to doing it again…

  Chapter 4

  Piper groaned and kept the blankets pulled high over her head. Was it Saturday morning? She strained to focus through her hangover. Yes… Saturday! It was finally the weekend! Thankful that she didn't have to drag her aching body to class, she resolved to hide out under the covers for the entire day.

  Was Isabella still sleeping across the room? Working up her courage, she peeked out.

  The blonde was gone.

  "Figures," she muttered. Isabella had been completely trashed the night before, but it would have been just like her to pop up unfazed, get all made up, and head out to afternoon plans looking great.

  Feeling unhappily motivated by comparing herself to her roommate, Piper dragged herself out of bed and headed for the dorm bathrooms down the hall. Passing a few girls brushing their teeth and chatting at the sinks, she slid into the only free shower alcove and practically slammed the curtain shut. She knew those girls couldn't possibly know what she'd done last night with her roommate, but she felt strangely guilty and nervous nonetheless. The sound of streaming water from the other occupied showers surrounded her in heavy white noise, comforting her.

  The cold shower water brought welcome relief from her flushed hangover heat and sweat. Alone in the privacy of the alcove, she focused on centering her thoughts and calming down. The week's events had been too much to process while bouncing all over the place emotionally and drinking so much. The restless pain of waiting and wondering about Isabella's date the night before still lingered in her thoughts, confusing and worrying her. She'd never quite felt that black and horrible before, and she didn't really understand why it was happening now.

  Shaking her head, she managed to pull her thoughts away and avoid dwelling on it too much. Instead, she closed her eyes and thought about her incredible orgasms over the past few days, and how their taboo interplay had clearly fueled those energies. Recalling sense memories of Isabella's warm and soft body moving under her hands, she squirmed a little bit under the shower and squeezed her thighs together against insistent warmth.

  But was it just the allure of her increasingly incredible orgasms the past week? Opening her eyes, she gazed absently down at the water coursing along her breasts. There was no denying that she was a girl, and Isabella was a girl; she squeezed her legs together a little harder in response to a little spark of heat.

  "Fine, damnit," she muttered, admitting to herself that she liked what they were doing. But there were no rules in college, right? Isabella seemed so cool with it, it couldn’t possibly be weird. Listening to the girls chattering at the sinks, she wondered if any of them had fooled around together. Why not? There was nobody around to be bitchy or judgmental like in high school, and nobody had to know anything about her private life. She could be whoever she wanted to
be publicly. Yeah! That made her feel better for some reason. Isabella wasn't going to tell anyone, and even if she did, who would care?

  Chuckling softly, Piper ran her wet hair back along her head, wondering why she'd been so concerned in the first place. It would be fine. She just had to set some clear boundaries for herself, keep in control, and know her reasons for doing it. It was college, she told herself again—we get to do whatever we want. She frowned for a moment, feeling like she'd heard that reasoning somewhere else recently, but then she shrugged.

  The shower curtain behind her slid open. She jumped back, blinking in surprise and no small terror.

  "Oh, good, I thought I recognized your feet," Isabella said, stepping in nonchalantly and closing the curtain behind her. Wearing nothing but a towel wrapped tightly around her large chest, she looked sweaty, red-faced, and ready for a shower. "Just went for a run. It's way hotter out than it has any right to be this time of year."

  Frozen and staring, Piper took a good few seconds to react. Finally, amazingly, she managed to recall her self-promise to set clear boundaries. "Um… yeah… what are you doing?"

  Isabella paused, and a slow smirk curled along her lips as she realized her brunette roommate was subtly standing up for herself. "All the other showers are in use, silly. We're roommates. We can share, right?"

  Feeling territorially defensive over her last little bastion of privacy, Piper shook her head. "I don't think so." Quavering a little inside, she added an excuse. "The showers just aren't big enough for two people."

  "That's alright," Isabella replied. "We're so close, we can handle it!" Noting that her reasoning wasn't going over, the blonde shrugged and slid off her towel.

  Piper lost her words just as she was about to speak, her eyes fixated on her roommate's bare chest.

  Fully nude for the first time in front of her, Isabella hung up her towel without a care in the world and moved close under the water, running shampoo through her long blonde hair. "Ah, that feels great."

  Her body surging with heat, Piper nodded dumbly. All she could do was stare at those gorgeous breasts hanging out before her as water streamed along round, firm curves and drops sprayed from soft pink nipples; the whiter skin followed the pattern of tight swimwear, hinting at Isabella's summer tan lines. Standing in the corner of the alcove just out of the shower's flow, Piper felt a few drops of very different slickness rolling down her thigh.

  Isabella sighed and angled her head up, letting the water flow directly down her chest. After a few moments, she turned and leaned back against the tiled wall, a knowing smirk on her face. She let her words drop quietly, so as not to be heard by girls in the other showers. "I always get horny after a good run."

  Seized by conflicting energies, Piper wavered in place. She'd promised herself control and boundaries—but her eyes ran up and down the slick, bare, gorgeous body before her, openly inviting her forward. In the end, it was Isabella's domineering attitude that tipped the balance. The blonde's natural control and no-choice demeanor powerfully pulled at her inner urges.

  Her hands moved forward of their own volition, but she hesitated. She wanted to grab those amazing bare breasts and feel their heat and softness under her fingers; she wanted to squeeze the toned curves of her roommate's butt or run her hands along slick, soft sides—but she didn't want Isabella to know how badly she wanted it. It wouldn't do to let the blonde know the power that perfect body held over her.

  She didn't quite understand the allure herself yet. All she knew was that an intense desire to grab, squeeze, and caress coursed through her every nerve. Chalking it up to her own arousal at having her space invaded and her urges played expertly, Piper did her best to appear nonchalant.

  Gauging the space under the curtain, she threw her towel down so nobody would see two pairs of feet at odd angles.

  With the small tiled ledge free, Isabella sauntered around the alcove and watched Piper follow her with her eyes. Sitting down on the ledge with a smirk, she moved to open her legs—but then closed them again.

  Isabella had been testing and teasing her. Pained, she realized the blonde knew exactly how much power her perfect body held over her; feeling slightly helpless, she sank to her knees on the tiled floor, her heart pounding. Her eyes went down along the smooth line between her roommate's thighs, waiting for that beautiful sight.

  Isabella straightened her leg at the knee, bringing one foot out close. "I want to try something," she said, her tone brooking no debate. She pulled back, used some soap, brought her foot to the shower for a moment, and then returned to her former position.

  Piper brought her hands to the supple foot near her face, a little miffed. "You want me to… rub your feet?"

  The blonde shrugged. "Feels amazing after a run."

  "Okay…"

  Feeling slightly demeaned for reasons she couldn't quite articulate, Piper gripped her roommate's foot. Studying her perfect little toes, she frowned. Even the girl's feet were amazing, damnit! It just wasn't fair.

  Squeezing her firm ankle and rubbing around her toes with her palm, Piper did her best to give a foot massage. "That feel good at all?"

  "It's alright," Isabella replied. "Try sucking on my toes."

  "What?"

  "Suck on my toes."

  Piper paused again, suddenly acutely aware that she was on her knees, naked in a public shower, and massaging a naked girl's foot—and now she was supposed to suck on her toes? Looking at the dainty little digits in front of her face, she tried to summon up the words to explain why she felt offended.

  But it was nice to satiate her urges by touching that soft body, even if it was just Isabella’s feet. Looking at her toes, she felt those urges flare up at the thought of actually putting some of that soft smoothness in her mouth. One of her thighs quivered, and she knew she was lost.

  Putting on a shrug like she didn't care, she leaned down and tentatively touched a tongue to the smallest toe.

  Isabella shivered and covered her mouth.

  "Ticklish?" Piper asked, feeling suddenly better for some reason.

  "A little…"

  Feeling mischievous, she gripped her roommate's foot and tickled it hard without warning.

  Isabella's face screwed up immediately, her hand over her mouth to keep herself from screaming or laughing.

  "A little?" Piper asked, tickling harder.

  The blonde's face turned beet red. She managed to force out a few laughter-filled words. "Don't tickle me, you bitch!"

  Grinning, Piper relented. Feeling much more comfortable and a little less powerless, she brought several toes into her mouth.

  Isabella stopped squirming and watched with echoes of a smile, the flush slowly fading from her face.

  Her roommate's toes tasted vaguely of soap for a moment, but that sensation passed, and Piper found that there was really nothing unpleasant about the experience. Soft toes moved against her lips, and she sucked on each in turn. "Feel good?"

  Isabella nodded and leaned back more against the tiled wall. "It's not bad."

  They both quieted for a time. Piper sucked each toe more vigorously as time went on, studying her roommate's reactions and trying not to stare too much at her exposed breasts. They were just sitting there, so agonizingly perfect and alluring! Without realizing it, she began working Isabella's foot harder and harder, spurred on by her own powerful building heat.

  Finally, as if on some unspoken cue, Isabella sighed and spread her legs.

  Moving forward on her knees, Piper resisted running her hands along her roommate's soft thighs, instead barely managing to get her hands to their destination without giving away how badly she wanted to grab everything.

  Already wet from shower and arousal, that perfect pink slit lay open before her invitingly. Small blonde hairs were visible on the surrounding smooth skin.

  "I need to shave…" Isabella murmured.

  Piper looked up. Was the blonde actually self-conscious about something? She caught herself just before she blurt
ed out that no, her sex was still gorgeous as hell. To keep from saying something stupid, she slid her finger in abruptly.

  Isabella sighed and adjusted her butt on the tiled ledge.

  Taking in the feel of slick folds and intimate heat for the second time, Piper began recalling the previous night's strangely powerful passions. Looking up, she found that Isabella was not watching her this time. Eyes closed, the blonde seemed focused on enjoying the feeling and remaining quiet.

  Fair enough, Piper told herself, a little disappointed for some reason. It was certainly important not to be overheard or caught. She curled her finger up inside, finding that rough spot she knew would make her roommate feel good. Realizing she had space to use her other hand this time, she brought it up, and her urges laid out a use for it.

  Gently separating pink lips with two fingers, she studied another girl's clit up close for the first time. The little pink knob was—like everything else on Isabella's body—absolutely perfect. Set in a small pink hood, it seemed to exude raw sexuality, begging to be touched. Staring, Piper considered how best to stimulate it. For a brief moment, she realized she was in a perfect position to use her tongue.

  Her thoughts went reeling with confusion and chaos, energetically spurred on by the recent sensation of soft toes in her mouth. Heart pounding, she pushed the entire mess out of her head, resolving to keep her boundaries and reasons solid. She sighed, and then glanced up.

  Isabella was watching her with an unreadable expression again. Had she seen that inner struggle? What was she thinking?

  A little embarrassed, Piper returned her focus down and brought her thumb from her right hand up between the two fingers from her left. Rubbing that particular inner spot with her finger and that exposed clit with her thumb, Piper watched in relief as Isabella closed her eyes again and arched back with sighs of enjoyment.

  The direct stimulation seemed incredibly effective. It didn't take long for the blonde's body to begin tensing with tell-tale signs of orgasm. This time, Isabella brought a hand up and began squeezing a bare breast as her flush deepened.