by Lexie X
Kissing slowly, sharing breath and warmth, they remained lying next to one another as she began pressured with her palm and slid a gentle finger inside. Keeping her hand going, Piper kissed around Isabella's cheek, down along her jaw to her neck, and up her smooth skin to her ear. Nibbling softly, she delighted in the intimate breath and response of the warm girl underneath her. She worked with her hand, feeling every little reaction in the blonde's body with a closeness she'd never experienced before.
Quiet and deep breathing hinted at rising pleasure, and Isabella pressed against her as her second orgasm neared.
Clinging tight to feel her every breath and shudder, Piper brought her to her peak with her fingers, trying to memorize every single moment of the beautiful experience.
Isabella tensed and clutched her, her breathing deep and heavy against her ear, her breasts pressed tightly against her as she moved with powerful ecstasy, her inner walls clenching around the finger inside her. She came down slowly, catching her breath while still clinging tight.
Piper withdrew her finger, rather stunned by the intimate experience and their strengthening connection.
After a few moments of silence, Isabella pulled away slowly. Sitting up on the edge of the bed, she found her panties and jeans and slid them back on.
Piper watched her from behind, wondering what the blonde was thinking. Worried that things would swing back the other way again, she reached out and touched the back of Isabella's arm. "You don't need to be like her, you know."
Isabella turned and looked at her with a worried expression.
Piper continued before she had a chance to be misunderstood. "I just mean, you don't have to get all crazy drunk or high to say what you're… really thinking about."
Isabella looked down at the sweat and juices on the sheets between them, hesitated a moment, and then nodded softly. "I have to go to class…"
While Piper watched, she got ready in a tense daze, absently piling her books into her backpack. She made for the door once she was ready, but then froze. Turning back, she quickly approached the bed. "Well, Family Weekend was a bust. But it's still Friday. Do you want to go to a party tonight?"
Piper sat up, excited that the rift between them seemed gone. It hadn't been easy sitting at home while the girl she cared about ran around to parties with Julie—but she tried to play it cool, not sure what the blonde was thinking. "Yeah, that'd be fun."
"Cool," Isabella said, moving back a little, then forward, then back again, confused about something. Finally, she leaned forward and landed a little kiss right on her surprised lips. "Um… bye." She dashed out, slamming the door behind her.
Sitting in place with wide eyes, Piper couldn't help but smile widely at the closed door.
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Chapter 15
"Sit still!" Isabella insisted, carefully holding the makeup pencil away until Piper stopped fidgeting. "You'll look crazy if I don't do this right."
Piper tried to remain calm, but Isabella's close face kept distracting her.
The blonde leaned in a few inches further and kissed her hard, thrusting her tongue in for a deep, sloppy kiss. After the space of a few heartbeats, she pulled away. "There. That's what you wanted, right? Now focus!"
Piper fought a wide grin. "Yeah, like that's going to make me focus…"
"I'll make you look like a clown if you don't can it," Isabella threatened, smiling warmly despite her threat.
"Fine, fine."
Forcing herself to sit still despite the tightness of her dress, Piper let Isabella expertly apply her makeup. She hadn't seen Isabella's friends since Julie had come back around, but this would be her first night out on the town with them again. She was nervous, not because she thought the makeup and dress would turn out horrible, but because she was sure they wouldn't. She wasn't sure what she would do with the attention if people thought she was even half as gorgeous as Isabella.
A knock sounded, and the shrieks of several girls echoed through the door.
"It's unlocked!" Isabella yelled.
The door swung open and the girls piled in, laughing and chattering.
Piper tried not to look overwhelmed as the five girls studied her makeup while making small talk.
"Looking good," one said to Isabella.
"Almost done," she replied. "Come on, let's go over here."
Piper pulled her chair to the far corner of the room to put a few feet between them and the rowdy girls so none would bump into her. She let a firm finger under her chin tilt her head up, and she tried to remain calm as two of the girls sat on her bed.
"Don't worry, they won't mess anything up," Isabella said softly, her focus on applying the makeup. "They're just here for pre-gaming, then we're off."
Unable to move most of her face, Piper just smiled sheepishly, warmed that the blonde knew what she'd been thinking.
"Shots?" someone yelled after turning up some music.
The chatter grew excited and loud, and shots began finding their way into eager hands.
"Done," Isabella said, standing up.
Piper blinked. "How's it look?"
"Gorgeous."
She smiled wider and looked in the mirror, amazed. The makeup was subtle and powerful, accenting her brown hair and blue dress perfectly somehow.
"Looking good, girl!" someone commented. "Shots?"
Isabella shook her head. "Nah, I'm good."
"Izzie, are you not drinking?"
"I'm just still a little sick from last night. You can give mine to Piper."
Standing and joining the group of acquaintances among a shower compliments and smiles, Piper gladly took the offered shot and downed it immediately.
It wasn't long before they were all slightly tipsy and out the door.
Isabella stayed close on the walk to the club. The two of them carried on their own conversation in the middle of the group, exchanging comments and laughter with an energetic ease. Piper found herself wondering if she should try to hold her roommate's hand. Would that be too much? Would the other girls notice and freak?
She decided to hold off.
Once they got to the club, she had far more to worry about. The place was filled to the brim with drunk college students, all dancing, drinking, and apparently having the time of their lives. She'd been to dance clubs before, but never as part of such a good-looking and attention-drawing group.
"Stick with me!" Isabella said in her ear. "We'll be fine!"
Looking over thankfully at the blonde, who was excruciatingly gorgeous in her going out makeup and tight black dress, Piper had to force herself not to jump her right there. Instead, she took her hand under the pretense of being led through the crowd. Isabella squeezed and pulled her along, dodging past clumped groups until they managed to shoot through to the bar itself.
"What about the girls?" Piper asked, shouting to be heard over the incredibly loud music.
"They're finding a table and a place to stash our stuff," Isabella yelled back. "And they'll be fine if we do our own thing, too."
Excited, Piper nodded, and then stared in surprise as Isabella caught the bartender's attention and got drinks before any of the dozens of other people waiting at the bar.
"Beer?" Piper asked, taking one of the two bottles.
"Slower than liquor," Isabella replied. "Trying something a little different tonight."
She took a moment to think about how to reply, highly aware that the topic was probably full of emotional landmines for the blonde. Finally, she just smiled. "Good… that's good."
Isabella peered over the crowd and grabbed her hand. "Let's go!"
Piper followed her to the middle of the packed dance floor, ecstatic and nervous. Glad that she was buzzed enough to dance, she followed Isabella's lead and danced as she did. Looking up, she found the blonde's eyes on her, lighthearted energy framing a smirk.
As she watched, Isabella danced closer and ground up against her as they moved. Gripping her beer, Piper tensed, not sure how to keep dancing with the gorgeous bl
onde pressed close.
"Relax," Isabella said, her lips brushing her ear. "Girls dance together all the time…"
Nodding, Piper looked around—but nobody seemed to care. They were definitely in Isabella's world, and she wasn't sure what her roommate was thinking or feeling; the blonde was in control, as usual.
Feeling her body responding to the soft presence moving against her, Piper gave in and let herself enjoy the closeness. Through the length of several drinks and a dozen songs, they seemed to have their own private dark corner in the middle of the dance floor—a corner vigorously enforced by Isabella's hand pushing away numerous eager suitors. To Piper's surprise, just as many random guys tried to dance up on her as they did on her roommate, and she could tell that Isabella liked that.
She danced closer, speaking in the blonde's ear. "My makeup's awesome thanks to you!"
Isabella smirked and began grinding harder against her.
Piper nervously kept dancing as she felt her companion move strategically. A certain smooth area pressed hard against her upper thigh. She briefly thought about saying something, but there was no way Isabella didn't know what she was doing. Pulling her closer, Piper did her best to look like she was still dancing normally while putting growing pressure in rhythm between the blonde's thighs.
Feeling warm breath against her ear and the softness of Isabella's rolling body as they danced ever closer, Piper stopped worrying about the crowd and focused on pleasuring her companion. In the dark, surrounded by a wall of people and blanketed by heavy music, it was just as solitary as the privacy of their own room. Pressing harder, she elicited a deeper breath from Isabella. They began moving together forcefully, tightly gripping one another for better leverage.
She wondered briefly if what they were doing was obvious to an onlooker, but her own heat was too strong to ignore. Breathing faster to sustain her effort, she wondered if she could really get Isabella off this way, in a club, surrounded by people.
Judging by the blonde's heated breath against her cheek, she grew certain she could.
Adjusting their dresses a little higher for a better angle, she moved with the music, mirroring Isabella in a tight grind. The better angle seemed to be even more effective, and the soft fingers on her back tightened.
She could feel Isabella tensing in that way she knew well; near orgasm, the blonde nibbled lightly on her ear, urging her on.
"Hey girls!" one of their friends shouted, breaking through the crowd.
Isabella immediately pushed back to a few inches away, resuming normal dancing. "Hey…"
The girl seemed oblivious. She raised a plastic cup sloshing over with some dark liquor drink. "Crazy night, huh? Did you see that drama?"
Piper danced in a daze, her body full of fire and lust restrained, and she tried not to look to out of sorts while Isabella navigated small talk with the drunk girl. Apparently, some guy had hit on someone in the group, and his girlfriend had taken offense with the girls rather than him, and—Lord knew.
Finally, Isabella managed to tear away and lean in for a whisper. "We need to get out of here."
Nodding emphatically, Piper gripped the blonde's hand and let herself be led out through the crowd.
The bathrooms were nearly as dark and loud as the club itself, and filled with girls talking, doing makeup, and milling around. Isabella grabbed a stall and pulled her inside quickly.
"Won't they notice?" Piper whispered, barely able to hear herself. She pointed down at their feet, which were clearly visible under the doors.
"They're too drunk to care," Isabella said, pulling her close. "And so am I…"
Laughing with disbelief and excitement, Piper kissed her back passionately. While girls talked a few feet away, she slid her hand under Isabella's dress and worked fingers under her panties. Kissing her alluring neck in the meantime, Piper expertly massaged the blonde's mound, using every little technique that she knew Isabella liked.
Isabella arched back against the stall wall, her neck muscles strained and her eyes forced closed by the sheer intensity.
Holding her up with her free arm, Piper kissed down her neck as she fingered, and then brought her lips down to Isabella's firm chest, where her cleavage bulged from her tight black dress. "I've wanted to get at these all night…"
Isabella gave a half-laugh between desperate, deep breaths. One of her hands tightened on Piper's shoulder, and the other—
Piper froze as a soft hand came up under her dress and pressed flatly against her panties. Out of all the things she'd expected or fantasized about, this had seemed the most unlikely—she'd even convinced herself she didn't need it—but even that barest and clumsy first touch set her body aflame.
She was sure Isabella could see the effect on her face, but she barely managed to control herself. Looking up, she found the blonde's eyes wide with a mess of emotions. "Are you sure…?"
Isabella took a deep breath and nodded.
"We should go home…" Piper said softly.
Shaking her head, Isabella refused. "I'm…" She looked around at their dark, loud surroundings. "This is my kind of place. I'm… comfortable here…"
Piper nodded, wondering if going out had long been Isabella's escape from her terrible family. She certainly had seemed experienced and in control from the very first moment they'd met; then again, she always seemed that way—at least publicly.
Suddenly very aware that her finger was still deep in slick heat, Piper began massaging and rubbing again.
Isabella nodded again several times, almost as if answering her own unspoken questions or reassuring herself somehow. Her fingers crept nervously along warm fabric, hesitantly exploring the smooth curve between her roommate's thighs. "It's so weird… there's nothing there…"
Piper gave her a good-natured frown.
"Yeah, I know," Isabella breathed. "Duh… but still…"
Adjusting her pace to keep the blonde high on pleasure without actually reaching orgasm, Piper let those fingers explore her while she tried to keep from getting off herself. Isabella was touching her! Every touch felt like a little electric shock filled with promises, meaning, and hopes. She watched Isabella's face, entranced by the visible emotion crossing her features with every further inch.
Finally, the blonde's palm and fingers came to fully cup her mound, pressing against the fabric of her panties with nervous insistence. "Like that?"
Piper nodded, her entire body a live wire full of barely restrained energy.
They began moving together, their hands pressuring and rubbing gently. Piper kept her pace slow, letting Isabella mirror her and grow accustomed to touching her.
They stayed close together, their heated breaths mingling. Isabella let her hair fall over her eyes, hiding most of her face. Piper moved close to her cheek, letting her open lips brush soft skin as they moved in rhythm. Their shared breathing deepened as their bodies moved toward a mutual peak.
Unable to resist any longer, Piper let her own orgasm happen the moment she sensed Isabella going over the edge. They both tensed and pressed together tightly, their arms working hard to keep their hands going. For the first time, behind that light wall of blonde hair, Piper sensed that Isabella was watching her the same way she'd always been watched.
Impulsively, Piper turned her head and kissed her roommate hard.
The blonde arched into her, panting responsively between kisses.
They shuddered together.
Piper relished the slick walls clenching around her finger, knowing her own insides were doing the same as her head filled with a dozen different kinds of bliss. Could Isabella feel that? Did she have any idea how good her hand felt, or how amazing her returned affection were?
She did. Isabella's free hand came around the back of her head, pulling her in for a desperate, deep kiss as they both reached climax.
And, then, they were hugging so hard that it was almost painful. Isabella clutched her close with all her might.
Surprised by the arms wrapped aro
und her and the large breasts pressed firmly against her, Piper only barely realized that the embrace was far more than sexual. Hesitantly, she withdrew her hand from Isabella's panties and slid her arms around the blonde's slim waist to hug her back.
They stood there in the dim, music-filled bathroom stall for an indeterminate time, embracing tightly. Piper remained in place, determined to stay still as long as Isabella needed.
"Oh, shit," the blonde finally breathed in her ear.
"You alright?" she asked, calm and concerned.
Isabella nodded against her cheek. "Can we go home?"
They stripped off their tight dresses and fell into bed without any confusion about who was sleeping where. Piper wrapped her arms around Isabella again, embracing her as they lay curled up, both facing the wall.
Visibly dazed, Isabella hadn't said much on the walk home—lost in thought, no doubt full of inner turmoil and complex emotions.
Piper held her tight, faithful and hopeful in a strange new way. Her calm contentment helped her fall asleep quickly in what felt like the most comfortable place in the world. Just as she approached the edge of sleep, she felt Isabella turn her head.
She shot back to awareness, knowing by now that Isabella spoke most honestly in the quiet darkness and privacy of night—and, she realized with a few blinks, only when they were curled up together in bed.
"You should make me do more."
Piper donned a baffled expression in the dark, her ears shifting up with confusion—but, having expressed as much as she was able to, Isabella had already turned her head back into her pillow.
Make her do more? It only took Piper a few moments to process what she'd meant, and to understand all the unspoken promises that statement entailed. Her heart began racing faster as she thought about the implications for the coming weeks. "Damnit, now I'm never going to fall asleep!"
In the warm, close darkness, Isabella laughed and squeezed her hand.
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