by Lexie X
Her every nerve on fire, Piper bit her lip and sank into pure pleasure, only vaguely aware of the noises of satisfaction escaping her open mouth. Giving a few more last thrusts of her lower body, she finally let go and collapsed against the back seat.
"Jesus, girl," Isabella breathed, her face still red from getting off. "Extra turned on today?"
Catching her breath, Piper nodded at the reflected eyes in the rear-view mirror. Deep in that orgasmic high, something had clicked within her, some realization and acceptance and lust. She knew now what she wanted, more than anything: to bring out Isabella's inner darkness, to bring out her true inner freak. Beyond the simple sexual urges behind that need, she could only guess at how incredible their relationship would be if they could both fully share and understand one another, and both accept what they found. She understood, then, why Jessie had laughed at her claim of being in love so quickly. No, that would be love, that completely open and twisted and amazing bond between two freaks.
Climbing forward into the passenger seat again, she turned and looked at Isabella with new eyes. The blonde glanced over for a moment before giving her a curious smile. "What's up?"
Evaluating her roommate with a whole new level of predatory need, Piper decided that it was time to start pushing. She sensed now that there was another language that they'd been speaking in only the barest terms so far. They'd been testing each other, dancing around their real desires, unsure of themselves, and suspicious of the first real kin they'd ever met in a world so seemingly conventional.
Without saying anything, she reached down and slid her hand under her own soaked panties. Raising her dripping fingers, she brought one to Isabella's half-open mouth and brushed her juices against those full lips.
Isabella let the car slow, only glancing ahead briefly to stabilize their path.
Piper slid her finger forward.
Isabella locked eyes with her and used slow movements of her tongue to take the offering—her first taste of another girl, her first taste of someone who had become far more lover than roommate. Quietly, her senses undoubtedly focused on the intimate taste and subtle scent rolling through her awareness, Isabella closed her lips, drew them back, and left a clean finger behind. She looked ahead again, focusing on driving without a word.
After a few moments watching the blonde process what she'd just done, Piper asked, "You alright?"
"Yeah." Isabella seemed the same as ever outwardly, but Piper thought she detected a certain subtle energy in the blonde's glance—a recognition, or, rather, a hope of recognition, as if there was something she wanted to see and hoped was there, beyond the immediately apparent. Buckling up and preparing for the long drive ahead, Piper smiled. Her suspicions had been right.
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Chapter 5
Isabella looked around the suburban street with relief as the car rolled to a stop. Numerous warm windows dotted the night, clashing with the chilly darkness.
"That one!" Piper exclaimed, happy to see her house again.
After parking, they climbed out into the bitter night. Grabbing an array of bags from the trunk, they hurried up to the house while sharing looks of fear and excitement.
"Just so you know, my parents kind of have their hands full with the twins," Piper explained between shivers. "That's why they didn't visit on Family Weekend."
"The twins?" Isabella asked, but there was no time for elaboration.
The door swung open to reveal an annoyed young man of about sixteen. Seeing Piper, he muttered, "Hey." His gaze went to her companion and he straightened, tensed completely, and tried to hide his sudden new stance. "Um, I've got to, uh, finish working out," he said heavily, his voice a little lower than natural. A moment later, he turned and ran off upstairs.
"He's probably in the middle of a raid on his game," Piper laughed, hauling the bags inside. "Good to see you too, Brian!"
A haggard woman in sweats came around the corner from the living room, bouncing a bright-eyed child in her arms. "Hey, Piper," she said, her manner tired but her smile genuine. They hugged briefly and lightly.
The held boy shrieked happily and threw a bright red plastic toy at her. "Pippy!"
Bonked on the nose, Piper scrunched up her face. "Yep, it's me! Hi, Thomas!"
"Hi, I'm Piper's mom," the woman said, offering her hand to Isabella. "Er, Angela."
"Isabella. Nice to meet you," she replied, shaking her hand and smiling gracefully. "You have a lovely home."
Angela accepted the compliment graciously and then glanced over at her daughter. "You didn't say you were bringing anyone!"
"It kind of happened last minute," Piper replied, her cheeks burning as she struggled to act nonchalant. "This is my… roommate. She didn't have anywhere to go, so I just kind of invited her."
"Well," Angela said, looking the blonde up and down. "We've got to get you some bulky clothes so I don't feel so old and dumpy."
Isabella opened her mouth to challenge that assertion, but then froze in place, unsure what to say.
"I'm teasing! Piper, your sister's around here somewhere. Make her put down her book and say hello. And your father's got Trent."
She moved off, heading for the kitchen.
"You get all that?" Piper laughed.
Isabella stared at her like a deer in headlights. "Um, Brian, Angela, Thomas, Trent. And you have a sister?"
"Yeah. There's me, then Brian, who's sixteen now, and Sam, thirteen."
"And the twins?"
Piper grimaced. "Yep. In their terrible twos."
Isabella made sure nobody was in earshot. "How did that happen, exactly?"
"Kind of a surprise," Piper laughed. "Don't worry, we've all got a sense of humor about it. And they're so cute it's painful."
Angela returned without Thomas and circled around to head upstairs. "Let's get your stuff dropped off. I hope you don't mind, Isabella, but we don't have any extra beds. You'll have to be roommates with Piper still." She chuckled at her own little joke.
Lugging her bags down the upstairs hallway, Isabella looked past Piper to see their intended room.
"Think you two can share?" Angela asked. "The bed's kind of small, I know—"
"We'll work something out," Piper said quickly, wondering how visible her embarrassment and excitement were.
The older woman nodded. "Alright." She leaned in to whisper to Isabella conspiratorially. "You're the guest. Make her sleep on the floor!"
"Way ahead of you," Isabella shot back, moving in to dump her bags on the bed.
"No fair!" Piper exclaimed, trundling in after her to fight for a good spot in her own room.
Once all the introductions and other pleasantries were over, the two girls returned to their room for some privacy and relaxation.
"So this is the room you grew up in," Isabella mused aloud, plopping down on the bed. She ran her hand along the dark blue covers. "Not very girly."
"I wasn't into the whole princess thing," Piper said, digging through her things and unpacking in the corner of the room.
"The whole princess thing, eh," Isabella replied, mock hurt. "Actually, yeah, my dad pretty much bought me anything I wanted so I'd stop bothering him. I had a room full of pink fairy stuff."
Piper paused and gave her a concerned look.
"It's alright," the blonde continued. "Your family's so nice. You're so lucky. I feel lucky just to be here. Thanks for inviting me."
"Of course."
Isabella reclined back on the bed, and her eyes drifted to the ceiling. "Right about now my mom will be whipping up into a drunken frenzy, probably throwing things soon. My dad will be on his phone doing work emails, whatever the hell that means, and my sister—" She shook her head. "She never seems to see that stuff. It's always me that has to put up with it. She's always so busy with her stupid amazing life. She probably wouldn't even get there until right before Thanksgiving dinner and then leave right after, completely oblivious. She always does something like that."
Piper gave her
a compassionate frown. "Maybe she's not oblivious. Do you think she might do that on purpose?"
"Holy shit, I never thought of that," Isabella said quietly. "She's avoiding us!"
"Or maybe just avoiding your parents?"
Isabella sat up, her face red from a stormy mix of emotions. "Well then why does she show up at all?"
Piper walked to the bed and sat next to her roommate. "Maybe for you?"
"Oh." Isabella stared at the beige carpet beneath her bare feet.
Seeing the visible strain in the blonde's flushed neck, Piper instinctively reached out and touched her fingers. Isabella took and squeezed her hand before nodding at the floor in response to the unspoken support. "Is the door locked?"
Piper glanced over. "Yes, it's—" Isabella's sudden pull cut her off mid-sentence, and the blonde's soft lips immediately made her forget what she'd been about to say. Responding to the deep kiss with passion of her own, Piper let her thoughts go blank. Trading breaths, teasing each other with their tongues, and feeling around with eager hands, they spent several minutes simply enjoying each other's presence.
Her skin flushed with a very different shade of red, Isabella pulled back a few inches.
An embarrassed smile crept up Piper's features as the blonde studied her face.
"Just looking at you," Isabella whispered, answering the question that had been posed by body language alone.
Studying her right back, Piper's smile widened. "You think I'm preeeetty," she teased.
Isabella looked her right in the eyes. "I do."
Despite their closely locked gazes, Piper felt comfortable enough not to shy away for once. She felt wrapped up in a warm little pocket of reality; a positive and amazing place, a safe place. "Tell me."
"That you're pretty?" the blonde laughed.
"No," Piper replied. "Well, yes, that too. But I want to know the truth. And I'm asking this not because I'm mad, but because it turns me on so much."
Isabella glanced down at her mouth briefly, then back at her eyes.
"All this," she continued slowly, her chest rising and falling faster. "What were you really thinking? Every step, you had an excuse, or a rationalization, and we did a little more each time."
Isabella's features darkened slightly. She began to turn her head away.
"No," Piper whispered, touching her chin lightly and bringing her back. "You know I love it. You know I do. You know it."
"You won't think I'm a psycho?" the blonde asked, her delicate features bent with concern.
She shook her head.
Isabella paused for a long, tense moment. She looked down to collect her thoughts, then returned to face her roommate. "It wasn't a complete plan, not at the start."
Piper let out a deep breath and squeezed her thighs together to fight a sudden powerful spark between. "So you were doing it on purpose!"
Noticing the reaction to her admission, Isabella seemed to grow a little more comfortable with her honesty. "Yes…"
"Tell me," Piper breathed.
"You pissed me off," the blonde continued. "You were this person in my freaking room."
"And you were used to the princess life."
"Yeah, when you put it that way. You were so different from me, and different from all my friends. You never went out, you never drank, you just sat in my space being you."
"Sounds rough," Piper laughed softly.
Isabella glared at her for a moment. "I don't know. I just couldn't figure you out, couldn't use you as a resource, couldn't make you go away."
She smirked, remembering their awkward interactions their first week or two as roommates. "You couldn't control me."
The blonde nodded slowly. "Yeah, I see that now. But I just hated you so much. I thought about it a lot, and, um—"
"You're kind of a twisted freak?" Piper offered, pointing to the blonde's forehead. "In there?"
Tilting her head, Isabella grimaced sheepishly. "I didn't just want to understand you. I wanted to get back at you. I wanted to completely, utterly control you. And that's when I got this idea that was so dark, it turned me on like crazy all the time just thinking about it. I'd done some manipulation before and enjoyed it, but this idea was seriously messed up. That's why I had to make it happen."
Piper watched her intently, her hand squeezed between her own tensed thighs.
Isabella took a deep breath while finding the words for her admission. "I wanted to break you. Put you on your knees, make you do things. More than that, I wanted to turn you, to make you like it. Pass you around to my friends, use you for the year, then let you go off into your life submissive and addicted to pleasuring girls." She looked away for a second, visibly aroused.
"That is fucked up," Piper breathed. "And you actually did it."
"You don't hate me?" Isabella asked, worried.
"Do I look like I'm mad?" she shot back, squirming against her own hand. "So what went wrong?"
The blonde's face turned bright red over the course of several hesitant seconds. "It worked, that's what went wrong. My twisted fantasy actually began happening, and you only seemed to like it more the worse I treated you! And that, oh my god, such a turn on."
She took a second to catch her breath. "Until somewhere in there, I began looking forward to the next time, and thinking about what I'd try to make you do. And the orgasms! You just kept getting better and better with your hands and mouth, I couldn't believe it. Eventually, I caught myself masturbating thinking about what we were doing, and that's when I first realized I was in trouble."
"You got off thinking about me?" Piper asked, her expression bright and disbelieving.
Isabella gave an embarrassed laugh. "I really shouldn't have told you that."
Practically leaping forward, Piper pushed her roommate down across the bed. "You do think I'm pretty!" she teased, fighting down the blonde's flailing arms. "You want to kiss me, you want to date me—"
"Stop!" Isabella giggled, giving only token resistance. "I do!"
Sitting on top of her roommate, Piper slowed her assault.
Isabella lay in place and breathing heavily, visibly fully aware of what she'd just said.
Piper just looked at her for a minute, stunned. Finally, she managed a few words. "So—" she asked, her heart pounding. "What does that mean?"
"I don't know," Isabella answered honestly.
A moment of awkwardness and confusion passed between them, but they were both too aroused to linger in such a state long. Leaning down, putting her mouth close to the blonde's ear, Piper channeled her secret desires. "Imagine what we could get up to now that you know I want you to do what you do."
Isabella's eyes flared. "Clothes off, now!"
"Make me," Piper teased.
The blonde pushed up hard and flipped her over on the bed. Instead of pulling at her clothing, Isabella instead lifted her own shirt off to bare her tummy and black bra. "I know how to make you do things."
Already intensely aroused from their conversation, Piper gulped and stared at the intense cleavage being held low to taunt her. She reached up—
"Ah, no," Isabella countered. "Take your clothes off, like I told you."
Pulling at her shirt from under Isabella's weight on her tummy, Piper managed to work the garment up and over her head despite being pinned.
"Bra, too," Isabella ordered.
A little curious as to where this was going, she worked her own bra off and discarded it on the floor. A little sheepishly, she let her arms hang on the bed to either side, exposing her breasts.
Isabella looked down at her from above and studied her body. She brought a hand up along her skin and cupped one bare breast gently. She squeezed it twice, her eyes locked on the new experience.
Waiting breathlessly, Piper realized that something had changed in her companion. A major mask had fallen away between them thanks to the sharing of those emotional admissions. Their bond had reached a new intensity; an intimate, powerful, and utterly private connection. Looking up at Isa
bella, Piper knew that her roommate was finally in. She was no longer fighting an internal struggle between the things expected of her, the things she thought she should be, and the things she really wanted.
Reading her face, Isabella bit her lip and nodded in confirmation of her thought. The blonde's hands kept kneading, squeezing, taking in the experience of playing with another girl's chest. "I should have touched you back a long time ago," she admitted softly.
A thousand different responses came to mind, but Piper gave none, instead letting her roommate explore.
Isabella brought a finger to her nipple and lightly traced it. Breathing quietly, she made soft little circles until it hardened under her touch.
Piper closed her eyes for a moment and enjoyed the feeling. When she opened them again, Isabella was looking at her face rather than her chest. Instinctively, Piper took the blonde's wrist and moved it to her other breast, letting her repeat her exploration there.
Isabella studied her erect nipple, touching it with subtle awe. "You're beautiful."
"No," she replied, turning her head away from the embarrassing direct attention.
"Yes," Isabella insisted, drawing her hand down along bare tummy. After a moment's consideration, she scooted down along her captive's legs, freeing her. "Take your pants off."
Not daring to hope for fear of jinxing what seemed to be about to happen, Piper fought her own jeans off with fumbling fingers before pushing them down along the bed and onto the floor with her feet. Clad only in her panties and feeling vulnerable and excited beyond articulation, she lay back again and waited.
Isabella seemed almost more nervous than she. Taking a deep breath and rubbing her hands together, the blonde approached slowly. Her knees sank into the bed between Piper's outstretched legs.
