by Lexie X
"Holy fuck," Julie moaned, arching forward over her.
Keeping position with the redhead's movements, Piper worked her quickly toward orgasm, trying to reach her own second high in time—but it was harder than before, and Julie came first, gripping her own mouth to quiet insistent noises of pleasure. Overwhelmed, the redhead was forced to push the vibrator away from herself, unable to take anymore stimulation. "So good… so good…"
Isabella nodded, still recovering.
Still painfully turned on and eager for her second orgasm, Piper gave a sheepish smile. "Again?"
"Again?" Isabella asked, and then she blinked. "Yes! Absolutely!"
Turning off the vibrator to use it for penetration, Piper returned to her favorite slit, re-enacting the night before with forceful thrusts and an eager tongue. Julie watched in amazement, absently rubbing herself to warm up again—but Piper batted her hand away, slid two fingers inside her, and rubbed her G spot while using her thumb on her clit, casually and expertly working her with only a few scattered glances.
Letting the experience sink in, Piper felt herself getting closer to that second orgasm. Here she was, employing her whole body to clench, thrust, lick, finger, and rub— servicing two girls, and loving it—
Her second orgasm began as Isabella arched, tensed, and moaned, getting off again. For several minutes, Piper remained on a self-induced high, ecstasy burning through her every nerve as she felt one girl orgasm and turned to work on the other. Switching it up as Julie got sensitive, she ended up using her whole mouth and two fingers to bring the redhead home, her own continual pleasure spiking as she felt those inner walls clench with orgasm.
Finally coming down as Julie pulled away from her to recover, she looked around in a daze, finding a wet spot on the carpet near her knees—and her shorts were soaked with the juices of two touchless orgasms brought on by the sheer bliss of pleasuring two girls.
"Looks like you enjoyed yourself," Isabella commented.
"Are we okay now?" Piper asked, wiping her mouth.
The blonde nodded. "Absolutely. That was great. What about you, Julie?"
Julie nodded, her awkwardness returning as she looked for her shorts and underwear.
"Great," Isabella said, fixing her hair. "Maybe we'll get chairs for next time, though. A little hard to sit on the edge of the bed."
"Next time?" Piper asked, alarmed.
"Yeah." She turned to Julie. "You free tomorrow during the day?"
The redhead nodded.
"Awesome. We'll work out a better setup. Any preferences, Piper?"
She shook her head, feeling painfully bitter, cold, and used. Next time? Was she going to service them both all the time now? She'd never once stopped doing something with Isabella once she'd given in a single time. Was this what the blonde had meant about being horrible? Did she just have to weather through this freakout?
Or was she going to end up servicing them both all year long?
Changing her soaked underwear, she stared down at the sheer amount of juices she'd dripped while so aroused. As much as she thought she didn't want to do it, it seemed she really didn't have a choice in the matter…
Chapter 13
"You… are… killing me," Jessie sighed, squirming in her seat. "Both of them?"
"Both of them," Piper repeated, her cheeks burning. She wasn't sure how to react to the black-haired girl's visible arousal. Glancing around the coffee shop to make sure nobody had noticed, she sipped her coffee and slid a little lower in her chair.
"So this girl tells you, for something you didn't even really do wrong, that all will be forgiven if you get them both off… and you did it?" Jessie asked, hunkering over the table with disbelieving and humored shock. Her eyes angled subtly as her gaze turned hungry. She lifted one hand past her drink, gripped the air in frustration, and then sighed. "So hot. I can't even handle this."
Piper grimaced sheepishly, reflexively looking the tattooed girl up and down. "Well, I—"
"But it's bullshit," Jessie continued, leaning further over her coffee. "Who does that?"
Caught off guard, she immediately pulled back from the tentative half-thought she'd been about to express.
Jessie didn't seem to notice. "Oh, it'll be alright if you service me and my best friend! I know you weren't sure before, but I think she's playing you."
"Oh." Piper took a deep breath, realizing her companion hadn't been insulting her. Instead, a new fear took hold. "You think Isabella is just using me?"
Jessie leaned back, dialing down her aggressiveness to switch to a more comforting tone. "It's hard to say. Maybe she really enjoys what she's doing. Maybe it's a very strange kind of relationship. The real question—is it working for you?"
She looked down at her coffee for a moment, considering, and then looked up. Biting her lip, she nodded slowly, feeling her face warming as she envisioned all the things she'd done the past month.
Jessie watched the emotions play over her face, clearly guessing at the contents of those secret thoughts.
"But I'm also scared," Piper finally admitted. "I don't really know where this ends. I feel a little powerless."
"Just a little?" Jessie laughed. "You really need to figure out where you stand."
She sighed unhappily, not relishing the thought of standing up to Isabella and demanding answers. "Yeah, I know…"
Almost as if she knew somehow, Isabella seemed very hard to get alone for the next few days. She was constantly out of the room, either at class or studying somewhere. The only times she seemed to have free were short windows for getting off; Piper found herself dropping everything to throw her vibrator in a backpack and rush over to wherever Isabella and Julie were waiting.
Each time, she tried to will herself not to go, but she felt like an addict craving her next hit. She traveled through unfamiliar buildings and unfamiliar crowds, wondering if those people somehow knew what she was thinking, or what she was about to do.
The worst yet came on a Thursday night. Arriving to find a house party filled with older college students, she pushed through the crowded living room, feeling like everyone there was eyeing her. She headed upstairs to a bathroom in the back where Isabella and Julie were waiting with beers in hand, alternately smoking something that was definitely not a cigarette.
Piper softly closed the door behind her.
"You're late," Isabella commented, taking a drag from her joint.
Rather than offer excuses or explain how long it took her to build up the strength to broach an unfamiliar house party filled with strangers, Piper moved forward and dropped to her knees. As usual, she reached out—
Isabella pushed her hand away from her jeans. "Not really feeling it tonight."
Concerned, Piper frowned. "Alright…?" She looked over at Julie, who stood smoking to her right and a little closer to the open window. The redhead had started out hesitant when they'd first done this, but her politeness had faded a little with each encounter. "I'm good, though." Julie leaned against the wall, sipping her beer with one hand and holding a joint in the window with the other.
Piper hesitated, uncomfortable and unhappy for reasons she couldn't quite express. The two girls said nothing, though, instead just watching her and waiting. Eventually, the silence became painful for her and she gave in, moving further into the stream of chilly autumn air falling slowly in from the window.
She reached for her backpack, but Julie interrupted her. "No toy this time."
"Alright…"
She pried at Julie's belt and tight jeans, working them down with only the barest help while the two girls talked above her and traded opinions on some show they'd been watching.
Sliding down Julie's panties, Piper steeled herself against her own inner conflict. She could already feel her insides warming up as she caught sight of Julie's larger lips and intimate triangle of red hair, but something about this felt terribly callous and wrong. She'd gotten into all this to—what? She didn't even know. But it had felt private,
taboo, and captivating all at the same time; she could see now that she'd loved being pulled ever deeper by Isabella, and she'd accepted that about herself. But now she was just servicing Julie in a bathroom at a house party somewhere while Isabella smoked, sipped on her beer every so often, and watched idly.
Unable to deny her urges, she leaned in and parted Julie's lips with her tongue, tensing as her own body responded eagerly to the familiar taste, slickness, and warmth—all the sensations her instincts had learned to associate with orgasm. Running her tongue up and down before sucking gently on each of Julie's lips, Piper focused on the experience, and on tensing her legs the right way to get that good feeling going. With so much practice, it was becoming almost easy to build her own pleasure without any direct stimulation.
She brought a hand up to spread Julie's lips for better access and began tonguing her clit eagerly. Somehow, the intimate delights of pleasuring a girl had become all the stimulation she needed; that strange and very different kind of pleasure that her spontaneous orgasms brought had now become vital and primary, and tensing her thighs in just the right way had become a habit rather than a strange or unfamiliar experience. The more the feminine body and intimate sex under her tongue responded, the more her own pleasure rose; she breathed deep, taking in Julie's scent, enjoying the high and the satisfaction of her craving.
Julie had gone quiet, and her eyes closed and her chest heaved as she focused on enjoying herself.
Isabella watched, taking a drag of her joint at intervals.
At least her roommate was watching, Piper told herself. It would be far worse if it was just her and Julie alone in the bathroom.
She froze, her lips wrapped around Julie's clit.
The redhead gripped her hair lightly, urging her to continue.
She'd just realized why this all bothered her so much. It was exactly like the first time Julie had arrogantly tried to get her to go down on her. The redhead had cornered her in a bathroom at a house party and said something like girls like you that had left her stunned and hurt. And then Isabella had told the redhead off—
And that had been the night, so warmed by the blonde's defense, that she'd given in and gone all the way. Licking pussy for the first time had been a private gift shared with Isabella in ways tightly bonded and utterly trusting. That night had been far more special to her than she'd realized.
But now they were here—in that same situation all over again, this time supported by Isabella, and even caused by her.
Heart pounding, Piper began slowly working her lips again.
Had Isabella done this to purposely hurt her? Was this part of her reaction to their growing emotional entanglement? This was too specific, too exactly painful to be random. Or was Jessie right? Was Isabella just using her? If so, the blonde probably didn't remember these specifics, or care at all, and this was just another night that they were using their little slave.
Full of conflicting fire, Piper brought her tongue to work flicking Julie's clit. The confusion hurt—but why did it turn her on so much? The more it hurt, the warmer she grew, and the more her animal urges drowned out her rational thoughts.
She soon found herself gripping Julie's thighs, tonguing eagerly instead of hating her; the redhead gripped the wall, her skin flushed with oncoming orgasm. Spurred on, she quickly sucked on a finger and slid it between slick folds, finding that little spot she knew would drive Julie crazy. Flattening her tongue, she pressured her clit and rubbed with her finger, driving the pleasure home.
Julie's hand in her hair tightened painfully as the redhead tensed up.
Fixated on their mutual nearing goal, Piper put even more energy into her movements, mirroring the rising bliss inside herself. Sinking into an intensely satisfying high, she kept herself just at the edge, anticipating Julie's release. The redhead slid down the wall a few inches, thighs clamping around her head as she began losing control; sensing that ultimate moment finally happening, Piper put all her effort into her lapping tongue and rubbing finger and let all her concerns and worries rush away as the sensations of the moment filled her.
What if she had let Julie make her do this all those weeks ago? It seemed so right and natural now to be on her knees and pleasuring such gorgeous soft bodies.
Her lower body spasmed as that taboo thought pushed her over the edge. For several long moments, she forgot the chilly air pooling around her and her suspicions about Isabella. For an indeterminate time filled with flaring white bliss, there was only warmth, slickness, muskiness, and her lapping tongue and finger in soft folds. She could vaguely feel her underwear growing uncomfortably wet as her own juices surged, but she couldn't bring herself to care.
Instead, she let out a muffled, involuntary moan.
Julie finally came down and pulled away to button her jeans up. While she'd grown less polite over time, she still seemed awkward and a little embarrassed right after getting off.
Clearing her throat, Piper wiped her mouth and hands of juices, fearful of the trek back through the house party as she slowly returned to reality. Looking down, she saw wetness marring her jeans; clear evidence that she'd just gotten off, and forcefully. Grabbing her backpack, she resolved to carry it in front of her.
As she stood, she noticed the sharp look on Isabella's face.
"Is everything alright…?"
The blonde's expression sharpened even more. "It's fine."
Even more confused and hurt than before, Piper made for the bathroom door, wondering what the hell was going on—and why she was putting up with it.
Returning home, she relished having the room to herself. She took a shower, changed her clothes, and took a few hours to center her thoughts. Whatever might exist between them, she decided that she was done being at Isabella's beck and call. It was all too much—and, for a moment, at the height of her orgasm, she'd actually enjoyed being put in the same abusive position Julie had put her in weeks before; cornered, belittled, and unhappy.
It scared her that she'd liked that so much.
She was certain Jessie would have more to say on that topic. More words of wisdom would help, but there was no more time to delay. Isabella would have to come home eventually, and then they would talk.
She watched shows on her laptop for several hours, eerily calm. Fears tried to dance around her thoughts, but she dispelled them with focus and determination. She knew what she wanted, and she was tired of being gamed.
One thought almost got to her. For a brief moment, she realized that Isabella might not come home if she'd instead hooked up with some guy at that party—but, much to her own amazed relief, she didn't quite believe it would happen. Thinking back, she couldn't remember any dates actually working out for her gorgeous blonde roommate since the two of them had begun whatever it was they were doing. There was always something wrong with the guy—and then, the last week or two, she'd supposedly been too busy to go on dates.
Shifting in her bed and leaning back against the wall as she watched her show, she realized, with a rather uplifting surge of warmth, that she'd actually found a real and legitimate boundary hidden in their strange relationship. That had to mean something, right?
Exactly in line with her little bastion of faith, Isabella came stumbling home another hour later—alone. Slamming the door behind her, the blonde fell right onto the carpet. "Do not drink and smoke together," she groaned.
Unable to resist a smile, Piper moved to the floor and slid her small trashcan over.
Isabella gripped it and puked rather loudly and horribly. Eyes watering, face bright red, and her neck visibly strained from the effort, she shook her head. "I've prob'ly never looked worse…"
Piper smoothed her blonde strands back and tied her hair up as best she could. "You're still beautiful."
Isabella hugged the trashcan and winced. "How can you say that? How? I'm so horrible to you! And tonight… I thought for sure you'd freak out. It was the meanest thing yet. But you loved it… you always just enjoy it more…"
Piper let her mouth hang open an inch, both her eyebrows rising reflexively as the mixed impact of those words hit her. She took a deep breath and looked away, not sure how to feel. "You knew what you were doing?"
The sick blonde made a rare unattractive face, looking much like a red-cheeked frog as she tried to give an apologetic expression and resist throwing up at the same time.
Unable to help herself, Piper laughed loudly.
"What?" the blonde groaned unhappily, leaning further over the trashcan in pain.
"Come here," she said, still laughing. "Get into bed, and I'll go get you some water."
With help, Isabella climbed into bed, hanging her head just at the edge and near the trashcan. "You shouldn't be nice to me," she said, grimacing as she briefly tried to close her eyes but found only dizziness waiting for her.
"Yeah, well…" Piper replied, leaving her rejection of that idea unstated. She softly exited and took a right toward the stairwell, intent on finding a vending machine with bottles of water. It was late enough that the dorm hall sat quiet save for the drone of the fluorescent lights passing overhead. Walking in silence with nothing but her own thoughts, she had to wonder where her sudden strength was coming from and whether it was misplaced. You shouldn't be nice to me? Who says that?
She took a deep breath as she stared at the humming vending machine, only remembering to swipe her card after a few moments of distracted introspection. Returning slowly with the water, she felt a rather dark decision in store for her. Was Isabella a lost cause? Just how much was enough? She felt like she was putting faith in a relationship only hinted at by a few vague statements.
She returned to the room with a grim air and closed the door roughly by accident.
Isabella lay on her side and looked up at her as if she somehow knew.
"I don't want to run around to strange places at all hours anymore," Piper found herself saying, the words coming out calm and absolute. "And I don't want to do Julie anymore."
