by Lexie X
She nodded again, her head rushing.
"Bye Piper," Jessie said as she moved on, her tone playful and teasing.
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Chapter 9
Piper stood in place for a moment, more than a little stunned, but then she took off at a quick pace back home. Her head filled with conflicting thoughts and emotions, she wasn't sure what to think or feel—but she did shiver at the thought that that girl had found her cute. The whole exchange had felt as natural and normal as a typical flirtation—but it had been with a girl! Fooling around in secret was one thing, but would texting Jessie result in an actual date?
Oddly energized, she decided to return to her room, consequences be damned. It was her home here at college, and she wasn't going to let Isabella run her out of it. She opened the door to find the lights on, some music up, and Isabella standing near some guy. They both held drinks, but only Isabella seemed visibly intoxicated.
"Oh, sorry," Piper said, freezing in place.
The guest—a tall, kindly-seeming guy with short brown hair—immediately put down his drink and extended a hand. "No worries. You must be Izzie's roommate."
Isabella's expression darkened. "Yeah. That's her."
Piper shook his hand. "Should I get out of your way…?"
"No, not at all," he said. "I won't be staying too late."
"Are you sure?" Isabella asked, grabbing him and pulling him down to kiss him hard.
Piper stared, watching her roommate's tongue flail about.
The poor date managed to push her away. "I've got class tomorrow…" he stammered sheepishly.
Piper moved to her own bed as the two began conflicting in hushed tones. She sat awkwardly as Isabella began getting louder and more insistent.
"She won't mind," the blonde promised. "Why would she? Piper, you don't mind if we fuck over here, do you?"
"I'm sorry!" her date said. "We must have drunk more than I realized…"
Frozen in place by embarrassment, Piper just watched as Isabella pulled at her date until the poor guy threw his hands in the air.
"Nice to meet you, Piper," he stated awkwardly, moving for the door. "Gotta go, gotta sleep for class. Bye."
Isabella stomped over and kicked the door loudly shut. "Whatever!"
Having had a few moments to think, Piper began putting the pieces together. Thinking of Jessie and how well the girl bore herself and how confident and comfortable she was, Piper felt oddly centered and unassailable. Lowering her eyebrows, she watched Isabella with a dark expression. "I know what you're doing."
The drunk blonde turned to her with a surprisingly evil glare. "Oh?"
"You're not going to get to me like that," Piper found herself saying, her words as focused and calm as her core. "I appreciate that you're going through something, but don't take it out on me."
Isabella's delicate features dropped their angry lines for a moment as she registered her roommate's surprising words—but a harder to read expression followed soon after. With sly grace, she lifted her dress over her head and dropped it on the floor.
Suddenly wary, Piper glanced up and down her roommate's blue lingerie and bared body. As on guard as she was, she still couldn't help but feel a tingling heat spread upward as she studied Isabella's smooth porcelain tummy and toned thighs, all curves leading toward greater and even more alluring secrets under blue fabric.
"Sorry for calling you just a backup earlier…" the blonde said softly, moving closer to roll her body in a slow, sensuous dance. "As roommates, we should be closer and more honest than that… especially if we're helping each other out."
Sitting on the edge of the bed, not sure what to think or believe, Piper shuddered as that gorgeous smooth body moved a few inches from her face.
Isabella dropped a bit, only to lift her cleavage and squeeze the sides softly with both hands.
"More honest than that…?" Piper asked, seizing onto the section of her roommate's words that most caught her attention even as her eyes remained captivated by cleavage.
"I think you know," Isabella whispered, letting her warm breath roll out with each word.
Shivering from the breath against her cheek and the closeness of Isabella's open mouth, Piper turned her head away to try to buy time to think. "Know what…?"
Isabella brought her hands forward.
Piper tensed up as those gentle hands caressed her shoulders—was this the first time Isabella had ever touched her like that? She couldn't think, couldn't focus, couldn't be sure; her arousal was climbing rapidly, urged on by the unstated promise of the gorgeous blonde's touch.
Overwhelmed, Piper could only squeeze her eyes shut.
Isabella seemed to take that as an unspoken cue and forcefully pushed her backwards without warning.
Sprawled on her back on her bed, Piper opened her eyes and watched Isabella climb on top of her. Unsure of the blonde's intent, she realized what was happening only when knees came down on either side of her head. Seized by the taboo and heat of the moment, she squirmed against her own sudden surge of arousal and stared at the bright blue fabric curving right before her face.
High above, Isabella watched her with that same unreadable expression, waiting for her response. After a few moments, she brought one hand down to stroke her captive's long brown hair.
Surprised by the second touch from the gorgeous blonde, Piper felt her inner resolve crack. She hadn't realized how much she'd wanted to be touched in return. Was that why she'd been so unhappy? Was that what she'd been searching for? Caught between Isabella's legs, it was easy to think so. Giving in, she let herself breathe deep and enjoy the sweet scent of her roommate's arousal.
"There we go," Isabella cooed, continuing to stroke her hair.
Lost the moment she breathed in, Piper turned her head slightly and kissed soft inner thigh, her own legs quivering as she found herself surrounded by softness, heat, and humidity again. Kissing to the edge of blue, she brought her hands up to Isabella's smooth back, and then opted to keep caressing that soft skin instead of using her hands lower.
Kissing further, she pressed her lips against warm fabric, feeling soft feminine flesh barely hidden underneath. She let out a long, deep breath, judging her roommate's reaction—and then slid out her tongue, pressing the fabric hard as she licked.
Isabella tensed and gave a small noise of appreciation, her hand now firmly gripped among brown locks.
Moving against the blue with her nose and mouth, Piper took time to enjoy each and every sensation. The day's strangeness had had her wondering if she would ever get to do this again, and the return filled her with warmth and excitement. She didn't want to hide it anymore, and she knew it was all over her face. Could Isabella tell how much she was enjoying it? Looking up, she saw the blonde watching her intently.
She took a moment to lock eyes and smile up.
Isabella tilted her head slightly, her blonde hair bouncing with the movement—she smiled back, giving another caress.
Energized by that unexpected reaction, Piper gripped each side of her roommate's small waist with her hands, bracing to get more serious. Shoving her face forward, she used her nose to push blue fabric to the side, eager to get to the treasure beneath.
Both girls sighed as her face made contact with slick lips and warm mound.
Looking up, Piper locked eyes with her roommate again, letting her breath roll across bare sex.
Isabella's eyelids fluttered. "Tease…"
Loving their newly heightened interactivity, Piper teased further, kissing around the edges and continuing to torment until she managed to elicit a laugh and a hard grip in her hair. Her teasing done, she took a deep breath—and buried her mouth.
With Isabella sitting on her face, the angles were all different. She found it easier to really get in there, her chin pressing deep into the base of her roommate's sex as she thrust her tongue straight up among warm slick folds. With each movement, Isabella gripped her hair a little tighter, letting her know how good it was feeli
ng.
Moving her hands to support her roommate's firm ass cheeks, Piper adjusted her position and settled in to enjoy herself, her mind eager and her body heated.
To her delight, she realized that the new angle had all of Isabella's juices dropping straight down on her mouth and chin rather than on the sheets, so her sweet flavor and scent were stronger than usual. The increased stimulation added to their heightened interaction, and she felt her lower body feeling good all by itself again—very good. Already pent-up from not getting off after servicing Isabella in the library, she knew that, even fully clothed, she could reach orgasm just by tensing her thighs the way she'd learned.
Closing her eyes and listening to the music Isabella and her date had left on, she adjusted her legs for a better angle and let herself sink into the high of licking pussy. Angling her head up, she buried her chin deeper in slick folds and focused on sucking her little knob with wide lips and an inner flicking tongue. Writhing above her and moaning between desperate breaths, Isabella seemed to enjoy the added pressure from her chin against the base of her sex.
Savoring the experience, Piper tensed her thighs the way she'd learned, drawing difficult but building pleasure without direct stimulation. Instinctively, she timed her tensing with Isabella's moans, strengthening the association to steer her body toward orgasm.
She focused, too, on the blonde's deeply sweet scent, intimate flavor, slick heat, and amazingly soft skin under her hands. The more she let those sensations fill her awareness, the more pleasure she was able to generate, eventually reaching a state of pure bliss that seemed to go on and on just at the cusp of orgasm, both intensely enjoyable and frustratingly torturous.
A little sweaty and running out of energy, she decided to ramp up her efforts. Bringing her focus outward, she gripped Isabella's thighs and began licking and sucking with a passion. Each of her roommate's little moans and squirms heightened her own pleasure. "Come on my face," she breathed between licks, speaking again like she had in the library that morning.
Isabella tensed up, and, for a moment, Piper thought she'd blown it again—this time, the blonde gripped her hair almost painfully hard. "You want me to come on your face?"
Electrified, Piper nodded quickly. "Come for me!" she breathed, before returning to lapping between those perfect pink lips.
"Lick me harder then," Isabella replied harshly, her eyebrows flaring, her grip tightening into pain. "Fucking make me come."
Their shared energies seemed to spike into a whole new level, and the sounds of desperate breathing and excited moans filled the air. Spurred on by her body's intense reaction to her connection with Isabella, Piper held the blonde's thighs down as she squirmed above, keeping her mouth expertly against her clit.
"Just like that," Isabella said through gritted teeth, leaning close over her. "Just… like… that!"
Feeling Isabella's inner walls clench against her chin and a surge of fresh wetness run down along her face, Piper knew her roommate was close. Chasing after her own orgasm, she tensed her thighs as hard as she could repeatedly, focusing her thoughts on the taboo craziness of what she was doing.
Filled with the sounds and sensations of her roommate getting off against her face, Piper trembled violently—and then, finally, her built-up ball of pleasure exploded, sending waves of bliss through her body. Using the last of her strength to desperately clench and tense and maintain the pleasure as long as she could, she kept her mouth working on pure instinct alone.
Above her, Isabella arched back and screamed one final time, riding her falling orgasm with shut eyes and heavy breathing. At long last, she let out a deep exhalation and fell forward on both arms, remaining above.
Soaked by sweat and juices and thoroughly satisfied and exhausted, Piper licked her lips carefully and looked up at her roommate. Reality had returned just enough for her to wonder if they were alright; as Isabella watched her, she followed an impromptu idea and kissed the blonde's dripping slit lightly and playfully.
A small flash of humor passed briefly across Isabella's face.
Raising one eyebrow, Piper kissed her roommate's sex a little harder.
Isabella closed her eyes for a moment and sighed with unbidden enjoyment—but she climbed off the bed. "Sensitive…" Adjusting her blue panties, she looked over at something. "Your shorts are soaked! That shaking, was that you getting off without touching again?"
Piper nodded, pulling a sheet up to cover her wet shorts.
Isabella looked around the room for a moment, seemingly at a loss as to what to do next—but then she made for the hallway. "Going to the bathroom," she said as an afterthought, slamming the door behind her.
Feeling a little off, Piper changed and then went to another floor to use a different bathroom. She made it back to the room before Isabella, wondering the whole time if the blonde was going to reciprocate when she returned. They'd definitely reached a new level, hadn't they?
She endlessly analyzed every little word and action they'd exchanged that day. What would Isabella even want to do? How would it start? Would she touch? Would she use her mouth? Overwhelmed by the thought, she felt herself getting heated again.
Isabella returned shortly, drunkenly slamming the door yet again. She stalked to her own bed and immediately collapsed with a groan of exhaustion.
Dismayed and a little hurt, Piper just watched her for a minute until she was certain that nothing more would be happening. Turning off the music and the lights, she crawled into bed and tried her best to sleep despite the smell and heat of Isabella's arousal lingering in her sheets.
She wasn't stupid. She'd known there'd been something off about Isabella's promises that night. She'd sensed the blonde had probably been manipulating her again—reaching down slowly so as not to make any noise, she began touching herself. Surrounded by Isabella's scent, the flavor still strong on her lips, she couldn't help but give in to her own arousal.
So Isabella was probably using her. She couldn't help but wonder why she was fine with that. As long as it meant getting to lick her every night like this, then—no. She shook her head, trying to fight that rationalization. It was the gorgeous blonde's effortless manipulation that had her so aroused. A few kind words, a caress, a smile—and that amazing body, pressed up against her—that was all it had taken to break her resolve.
Why did that turn her on so much?
Tensing quietly as she came to a muffled orgasm in the dark, she squeezed her thighs around her own hand.
If she didn't figure out a way out of this, she'd probably end up servicing Isabella for months. The blonde would surely find ways to keep her subservient all year long.
Wincing at little sparks that heated her up again, Piper opened her thighs and began rubbing for a second go, too turned on to stop. For as terrible as she thought she was supposed to feel about being used, it only seemed to fill her with lust.
She resolved to text Jessie in the morning, hoping that the raven-haired girl could offer some advice or insight or other path. Until then, she had no choice.
Climbing out of bed, she crawled across the room, heart pounding.
Isabella heard her and stirred.
A moment later, Piper heard the shuffling and sliding of sheets being moved and panties being slipped off. A tired hand found her arm and guided her up on the bed, and those questing fingers found her head and pulled her down.
Bringing her mouth to her roommate's warm inviting sex for the third time that day, Piper began lapping slowly, taking long and deep licks along every inch. They were both tired and quiet, so she kept her efforts relaxed, intent on letting it take as long as it needed to take. There was no talking or pretense of connection this time; just her own desires and her own heated urges burning within as she licked pussy in the quiet darkness.
A small part of her still planned on texting Jessie in the morning and trying to regain control of herself, but, there in the dark, her tongue working and her body on fire, that part of her remained drowned out by her
own animal lust, whispering to her that she was exactly where she belonged…
Chapter 10
"Seriously?" Piper asked, adopting a tone of mocking disbelief. She clicked quickly to something and then turned her laptop ninety degrees, displaying a large picture of a glaring cat captioned "You think this is a motherfucking game?"
Isabella shrieked with surprised laughter and promptly shoved her. "Freak!"
Practically red-faced from giggling, Piper gripped her laptop reflexively and recovered her cross-legged position on her roommate's bed. Both hanging out in pajamas, both wasting time on their laptops, Piper had never been more content. She couldn't believe how the last two weeks had flown by—every day charged with emotion, lust, and a growing understanding of what she wanted. She was getting used to the undeniable fact that she enjoyed their imbalanced relationship, even though every movie she'd ever watched had told her she should be feeling used and bitter.
She narrowed her eyes. Speaking of—"Do you want to go see a movie?" She immediately bit her lip, wary of the potential response. She'd been feeling so warm and comfortable, and the words had just spilled out—
Still smiling, Isabella looked at her for a moment, her humor fading into contemplation. "Sure."
"What, really?"
"Yeah, why not?" the blonde mused aloud, focusing on her laptop. "I haven't been to a movie since school started. Not like there's much else happening on a Thursday night. I'll look up the times."
Ecstatic, Piper mumbled agreement and scooted off the bed to get ready. Slipping out of her pajamas, she purposely dressed slowly while sneaking peeks out of the corner of her eye.
As usual, Isabella wasn't self-conscious at all. The gorgeous blonde stripped right out of her pajamas and walked bare-chested to her drawers to begin searching for a bra.
Staring at her roommate's round, full, and perfect breasts hanging out so casually, Piper wondered at how the sight of Isabella's body never failed to immediately fill her with warmth. She'd thought she'd get used to the mind-numbing feeling and insistent urges—or at least learn to handle herself better in the presence of such soft and alluring beauty. Was this what guys dealt with daily? A vast array of seemingly obnoxious male social conventions suddenly made sense. Then again, quite a few things had been starting to make sense over the past two weeks.
