by Lexie X
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Piper's Play
Clearly in deeper territory with her gorgeous and tempestuous roommate, Piper finds herself faced with the challenge of getting her to open up about her feelings. She plans to take Isabella on their first real date, but, if that doesn't do it, then a few unmentionable gifts from her friend Jessie might offer another route...
Content advisory: contains strong themes of domination and submission, first times between girls, and a long, salacious buildup and payoff.
This is Part 6 of "Steps to Submission", following Piper's descent into sexuality and depravity at the hands of her roommate.
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Serena's Submission
Foreplay
Dominated
Passion
Breaking Nicole
The Locket
Emma's Hypnosis
Lydia's Hypnosis
Gwen's Hypnosis
Novels
Lynn's Craving
My Roommate’s Girlfriend
Seduction Games
Sorority Seductions
Tempting Jennifer
Anthologies
Virgin Lesbians: Erotic First Time Stories
Virgin Lesbians II: Erotic Stories of Seduction
Virgin Lesbians III: Sapphic First Times
Virgin Lesbians IV: Kinky First Times
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STEPS TO SUBMISSION
Training Piper
Servicing Isabella
Piper's Submission
Loving Isabella
Catching Isabella
Piper's Play
Piper's Awakening
Isabella's Desire
Piper's Craving
Isabella's Game
Loving Piper
Isabella's Secret
Piper's Game
Piper's Scheme
Isabella's Voyeur
Piper's Humiliation
Piper's Choice
Isabella's Choice
Isabella's Teacher
Piper's Temptation
Piper's Crush
Isabella's Gift
Isabella's First
Isabella's Passion
Piper’s Proposal
SERENA'S SUBMISSION
Foreplay
Dominated
Passion
Breaking Nicole
THE LOCKET
Emma's Hypnosis
Lydia's Hypnosis
Gwen's Hypnosis
NOVELS
Lynn's Craving
My Roommate’s Girlfriend
Seduction Games
Sorority Seductions
Tempting Jennifer
ANTHOLOGIES
Virgin Lesbians: Erotic First Time Stories
Virgin Lesbians II: Erotic Stories of Seduction
Virgin Lesbians III: Sapphic First Times
Virgin Lesbians IV: Kinky First Times
NOVELLAS
The Fake Photoshoot
Foursome
Sex, Lies, and Magic
SHORT STORIES
Lexie's Lessons
Teaching Lexie
Should We?
Seducing Sadie
Coaxing Kate
Practice
Sara's Dare
Brianna (FREE)
Brianna's Fantasy
Angela's Awakening
Angela's Explorations
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"Sorry, I dropped my phone for a second," Jessie said, rather breathlessly. "She actually said that? You should make her do more?"
"Yeah," Piper replied, her cheeks warming. She brought her phone forward to study it awkwardly for a moment, as if she could somehow see her friend through it. Bringing it back to her ear, she laughed nervously. "Are you… masturbating?"
"Caught me," came the humored reply. "Every time we talk about this I feel like I'm going to explode. Do you have any idea how hot that is? Make her do things? My imagination is already running wild."
"Well… quit it."
"Aw, do I have to?"
Piper gulped and looked around her dorm room, suddenly acutely aware of her own breathing and the prickly embarrassed heat running up her neck. She couldn't quite come up with a solid reason for refusal, and, secretly, she found herself enjoying the fact that someone found her such a turn-on. "I guess not…"
A warm chuckle came through the phone. "So what are you going to make her do?"
Glancing at the empty bed across the room from her own, she shook her head reflexively. "I'm burning time here. It's been a few days—I have no idea. It's always been her that drives things. Manipulating me. Controlling me…" She rubbed her thighs together uncomfortably, fighting her body's response.
"And you love it," Jessie said after a deep breath.
"Yeah."
They sat in silence for a few moments.
Piper made a sheepish face even though nobody could see her. "What would you… um, what do you think would work?"
Jessie made an intrigued noise that almost approximated a low moan. "Well, everybody's got two sides, at least. She seemed to respond that time she dared you to kiss her hard, and you just straight up took her."
Curling her toes against inner heat brought by sense memories, Piper shook her head. "But that was different. I was hurt, and a little mad."
"Use that," Jessie replied, her voice strained from her efforts on the other end of the phone. "Get a little mad. Nothing wrong with that. Just take her. Go beast mode on that chick."
"What?" Piper asked, laughing out loud.
"Beast mode," Jessie said again, laughing with her.
Her face red from surprised humor, she tried to calm down enough to speak, still fighting bursts of giggling. "I don't think I can!"
"Then you'll have to figure out what works for you. You guys have a weird hot thing going on, but eventually all that stuff is going to fall away, and it's either a relationship or it isn't."
She froze, her humor crushed by sudden cold reality.
Jessie continued between light, rapid breaths. "Steer it toward a real relationship. Take her on a date."
"A date?" Piper breathed, overwhelmed by the daunting proposition.
"Yeah, and then take her home and fuck her like mad. Blow her mind."
Both intrigued and worried, Piper took a moment to guess at the exact meaning of those words. "Fuck her like mad?"
"Oh," Jessie replied. "Oh, honey. I cannot believe we haven't talked about this yet. I just realized—"
The door slammed open suddenly and Isabella stormed inside, white specks dotting her long blonde locks. "Bullshit! It's snowing!"
"Gotta go," Piper said quickly, hanging up and stashing her cellphone under her sheets.
"It's so cold out." Isabella continued speaking as she worked her way out of her pink winter jacket. "S
now is the worst!"
Already aroused by her phone conversation, Piper stared instinctively at her roommate's newly exposed cleavage. "How can you hate snow?"
Isabella turned and noticed her watching. A small, genuine smile crept across her face.
Piper shook her head to clear her thoughts. "Hey, do you want to go to dinner?"
"Dinner?" the blonde asked, surprised. Her expression transitioned seamlessly from curious to dark over the course of several silent seconds—but she looked down, embarrassed, spending far too long fumbling the task of removing her gloves. "Yeah. Yes. We can do that."
Starting to breathe again, Piper blinked, stunned by witnessing the first time Isabella had ever visibly been about to lash out but then decided not to. It occurred to her that, if the tumultuous blonde could work on skills outside of her comfort zone, then so could she. How hard could it really be to turn things around on the imposingly gorgeous girl?
"We're going to that noodles place on the west end of campus," Isabella stated, slipping back into her usual confidence and control. She slid her gloves and jacket right back on and made for the door. "What are you waiting for? I'm hungry, let's go."
Piper put on a smile, hoping her trepidation wasn't visible.
As they walked and talked, both bundled up against the chilly evening, Piper began to rethink her plan. They seemed to be getting along better than ever, their conversations were flowing naturally and deeply, and their energy was always subtly electric—and she didn't think it was her imagination, but she was certain that Isabella's challenge was hanging between them and lurking at the edges of their every interaction.
A powerful dual emotion filled her as they walked. She realized, with a tingling and uplifting enjoyment, that something real was happening between them—but she could also feel that budding realness at risk. The more real their relationship became, the more it needed some unknown new energy. She could feel Isabella's need for that something, and she could envision things between them cooling off if the blonde didn't get it soon.
Was this the new-relationship jitters her friends always talked about? She'd never cared enough before, but now it felt like her whole heart was on the line as she traversed a dangerous maze of unspoken feelings and unclear choices in search of some undefined treasure hidden somewhere ahead. And, most frustrating of all, she knew that that kind of terrified doubt was exactly the opposite of what Isabella needed. She took a deep breath.
"We're getting hamburgers."
"What?" Isabella asked, surprised at being cut off midsentence.
"There's a place I love a lot closer," Piper replied calmly. "We're going there."
Isabella blinked. "Um, alright, I guess. Do they have salads there?"
"You're trying a hamburger."
The blonde began to make an expression of humored refusal, but Piper ignored her beautiful wiles. "It's just a block that way. You'll love it." She changed direction and began walking ahead, fighting a pounding heart and the urge to look back. A few tense seconds later, Isabella moved quickly to catch up to her, picking up their conversation where it had left off with no further mention of their choice of destination.
Secretly thrilling at the possibility she'd stumbled upon, Piper did her best to keep it up. "I'll have the pepperjack bacon burger," she said, keeping her eyes on the waiter. "And she'll have that barbeque curly fries one." Blood rushing in her ears, she couldn't hear the waiter's next question, but she managed to guess. "Both medium well."
The waiter smiled and nodded at her, took their menus, and moved away.
She finally turned her gaze across the small wooden table to find Isabella watching her with a very subtle expression she'd never seen before. Refusing to dwell on what it might mean, she ignored her own anxiety and faced her roommate with a fantastically casual air. "So, how was class today?"
"Ugh," Isabella responded, sinking back against the booth's cushions. "History is killing me. It just all seems random. Give me math any day. That stuff at least makes sense. But this… it's all just memorizing crap. I hate general electives."
"Yeah, they're a pain," Piper responded, leaning forward a little. It was funny how easy it felt to replicate the role she'd seen from the other side so many times before. "Got any leanings toward a major yet?"
"Physics," Isabella replied, curling the side of her mouth unhappily. "Or… business." She seemed to instinctively wait for a certain response, something along the lines of a girl as pretty as you doing something like that?—but when Piper just nodded and listened, she straightened. "Wait… what are you doing?"
Directly questioned, Piper barely managed to maintain her confident façade. "Me? What do you mean?"
Isabella looked to the side, working through the vague notions troubling her. A few seconds later, she looked back, her eyes narrowed. "Piper."
She kept her expression calm. "Isabella."
The blonde leaned forward to deliver an accusatory whisper. "Is this a date?"
Staying the course with all her willpower, Piper managed to respond to her question with a teasing smile.
Isabella tensed and took a deep breath, her body language darkening.
Seeing the blonde begin to freak out at their potentially deepening intimacy, Piper put a hand firmly on top of hers. "Relax."
That word had been a mistake. Isabella's expression sharpened.
Eyes wide, Piper backtracked quickly and tried another tactic. "You can't handle it?"
Isabella straightened up, looking for all the world like a cobra preparing to strike. "Handle it?" Her neck began flushing red, and her gaze went past Piper to focus on the bathroom door. Grimacing, guessing she'd only made it worse, Piper followed her roommate to the women's bathroom.
Finding it small and filled with other patrons of the restaurant, Isabella turned right around and stormed for the front door of the establishment. Piper followed her out into the cold night, concerned.
Isabella looked up and down the snowy street, muttered something, and crunched her way to the corner of the building. Now more confused than concerned, Piper treaded after her.
Finally stopping just behind a jutting section of wall that hid them from the occasional students passing by on the sidewalk proper, Isabella turned to face her with a furious expression. "Handle it? Really?"
Piper gulped, but said nothing, not sure whether to abandon her forceful strategy just yet. She felt their connection on the line, and she wanted to apologize profusely, to break down crying, or to get down on her knees and make the gorgeous blonde feel good—that last one, most of all—but she resisted, instead remaining outwardly calm.
Isabella grabbed the arm of her jacket. "Right here."
"What?"
"Get on your knees."
Glancing over at the street, Piper moved further behind the jutting pillar and out of sight. "Here? No."
"I need relief," Isabella said forcefully. "And I want it now."
Feeling her already-aroused body responding to the gorgeous blonde's forcefulness, Piper clenched her hands and shook her head. "No, Isabella. I know what you're doing. You're just scared. It's alright to be."
Isabella narrowed her eyes, studying her for a moment. "Yeah. I kind of am. You can't just… spring that on somebody!"
Frowning apologetically, Piper nodded. "I guess I did kind of blindside you…"
"Yeah!" Isabella said, throwing her hands up in the air. "Like, oh hey, you're on your first date with a girl ever… surprise!" She relaxed slowly, her gaze distant as she thought about the implications of her words.
Piper finally backed down. "Sorry." She looked at her hands for a moment, then back up with a thought. The words felt far more tremendous in her mind than they actually sounded out loud. "So… do you want to go on a date with me?"
Isabella took a deep breath, still visibly anxious.
Matching her gaze, Piper felt like every second was being stretched out to eternity. At long last, she cracked, and ran her hand down the side of her room
mate's pink jacket. "Would it help if I…?"
Scooting back another inch to lean against the side of the building, Isabella nodded, her body language already relaxing as they both began sinking into their most familiar and natural roles again.
Her arousal finally unrestrained, Piper found herself growing too hot in her jacket. Unzipping it as she moved to kneel in the crunchy snow, she let the chill air cool her. Gazing up, she noticed Isabella looking slightly below her face. Glancing down, she realized—no, it couldn't be. Had the blonde been looking at her cleavage? She looked back up with a questioning gaze, but Isabella only grabbed her by the hair and pulled her close.
Her face pressed against warm jeans, Piper ran her hands up and down the tight fabric, already losing herself in eagerness. Between the open night air and overheard conversations from passersby just around the corner, she felt terribly exposed—and that excited her. She trembled at the thought of somebody seeing her twisted, taboo desires.
And then she was fumbling with Isabella's belt, unzipping her jeans, and pulling them down just enough for access.
It felt surreal to see Isabella's bare sex in such a public and open setting. She stared for a moment, watching subtle steam rise from that waiting pink slit set in porcelain skin. She smiled up. "Are you just that turned on that you're literally steaming?"
"It's cold!" Isabella hissed back, not unkindly. She frowned anxiously. "Hurry up, I'm freezing!"
"Oh yeah?" Piper asked, scooping up a light scattering of pure snow from the top of the drift piled against the wall. Beaming innocently, she brought the chill material up and rubbed some on her roommate's exposed mound.
Isabella thrashed in place, shrieked, and then covered her own mouth in fear of being overheard and caught. Still, she couldn't help but laugh. "You bitch!"
Piper just smirked—and then she was home again, her hands gripping soft thighs and her tongue parting slick lips. Above her, Isabella sighed happily.
