by Lexie X
Her balled hands clutching blanket on either side, Piper trembled under the electricity shot through her by the soft hands moving deliberately up her thighs. She wanted to ask if Isabella was sure she wanted to do this, if she was sure she was ready—but she made the wise decision to shut up and let it happen.
Isabella's hands reached her panties and then traveled along the fabric's edge to trace her bare skin. "You're so warm…"
Piper lifted her butt and allowed her panties to be drawn down.
Isabella paused the removal halfway down her thighs for a chance to really look at her roommate's sex for the first time. She brought one hand to that reddened mound to gently touch the cleft that held Piper's long hood above slightly protruding lips that already glistened with arousal. Her fingers followed the little bar of recently-shaved brunette hair above, an approximation of a landing strip done by clearly amateur hands. "Hopeful, were we?"
Grimacing sheepishly, Piper curled her toes. "I just knew I wouldn't have a chance to shave here at home."
"Mm-hmm, I'm sure," Isabella teased her before scooting back momentarily to finish pulling her panties off. With their shared bond growing more open and positive each passing moment, she returned to her position with less hesitation. Sharing a smile, she brought her hand back to the smooth curve between her captive's thighs.
Splitting her fingers and pressing them against either side of Piper's mound, Isabella pushed gently and studied the give and responsiveness of the softness between another girl's legs. Her breathing grew more rapid as she played; she brought her finger up to the supple hood above.
Piper tensed.
Isabella looked up, her expression questioning.
"It's good," Piper explained. "Just too good."
Nodding, the blonde left her sensitive area alone for the moment, opting instead to bring her fingers down along the slick protruding lips beneath. As her touch reached the wet little bottom corner where the two met, she shivered.
Looking at the blonde in surprise, Piper noticed her roommate's curled toes and squeezed thighs. Combined with her quickened breathing—a warm feeling filled her chest as she realized that Isabella was actually getting immensely turned on. She couldn't quite believe that she was arousing the gorgeous blonde so much; that realization was the biggest compliment in the world.
"Like this?" Isabella asked, flattening her hand and rubbing with her palm as her fingers spread out to flank her sensitive hood.
Her words cut off by the sparking electricity running up her body, Piper nodded emphatically.
Pressing her lips together in concentration, Isabella intensified her efforts and kept her eyes on her work.
Moving bodily up and down against the various pleasurable forces warring inside, Piper breathed desperately through her nose and tried not to make any noises that might escape the room. Used to far less stimulation, or none at all, she felt completely overwhelmed by the direct and purposeful touch of her gorgeous roommate. She had a million things she wanted to say—how she'd thought this would never happen, how much like heaven this felt, how badly she'd wanted this—but she didn't dare try to speak for fear of releasing a fierce moan.
By the look on Isabella's face, though, Piper knew that she didn't have to speak at all.
Well aware of her inner feelings, the blonde's gaze alternated between the reactions on her face and the responses in her lower body as she intently followed both to bring her captive toward a much-deserved release.
One of Isabella's thighs quivered from arousal. She moved her legs back to lie flat on her stomach, continuing her manual efforts after only a moment's disruption. From her new position, she could bring her other hand into play, and she moved the first higher up to pressure that sensitive hood directly.
Her body on fire, her every muscle trembling, Piper managed to nod in response to that questioning gaze. The feeling was intense, but desperately wanted. Her efforts confirmed, Isabella brought her other hand to her own mouth to wet her fingers, and then brought that wetness under her working palm to tease at the bouncing lips beneath.
While breathing raggedly through her nose, Piper nodded again.
Her eyes afire, Isabella slid a finger inside.
Piper clenched the blankets harder, and her knuckles turned white with the strain.
Feeling around, Isabella wasted no time finding that little spot whose effects she knew instinctively. Rubbing with her finger while she worked Piper's mound with her other hand, she locked her gaze on the effects of her efforts in eager anticipation of the result.
Clenching her whole body against the searing heat filling her every corner, Piper struggled to keep quiet through the heady buzz. Feeling an intense peak approaching, she locked eyes with the gorgeous girl between her legs and shared her excitement as a different sort of clenching began.
Reeling in a surging wave of bliss, she forced her mouth to stay shut, instead breathing through her nose in time with the rolling ecstasy; her inner muscles squeezed powerfully around the finger inside her. From the look on Isabella's face, the blonde found the sensation unexpected and entrancing, something that made Piper smile as she bucked against the hands working her.
After reaching a point of sheer pleasure that blanked out her thoughts and sent her whole body into spasms, Piper pulled away and collapsed. Trying to catch her breath while her pulse raced painfully, she turned her head to look at her partner.
Isabella still lay between her legs, her face a few inches from her bare, reddened, and dripping sex. The blonde's eyes remained fixated there, and a stunned look lingered on her face. After the space of several breaths, she finally glanced up. "You are… gorgeous."
Smiling warmly through her intense satisfaction, Piper went to reply, but Isabella pre-empted her with a light, quick kiss—against her mound, right above her hooded clit. As if surprised by her own daring, Isabella immediately sat up. Her chest heaved from the rush of everything she'd just done.
Her urges set afire by the intimate kiss and all its unspoken promise, Piper practically leapt up and grabbed her. "I am going to do so many things to you so hard," she growled, even as Isabella cracked a wide grin.
A knock sounded on the door. "You girls want some late dinner?"
Freezing in mid-grab, Piper suppressed the ancient urge to scream at her interrupting mother. "Some things never change," she whispered, frustrated.
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Chapter 6
After spending Tuesday night in a food coma, Wednesday's daylight hours in a family whirlwind, and that night in another food coma, Piper woke up on Thanksgiving morning with intent. Watching her gorgeous blonde bedmate sleep, she felt overwhelmed by energy interrupted.
"Wake up," she whispered, poking Isabella.
The blonde stirred awake slowly and groaned, "What time is it?"
"Sexy time," Piper whispered back.
Isabella's eyes shot open. "Clothes off!" she ordered quietly but furiously, her hands already reaching for her bedmate's pajama top.
A knock on the door caused them both to wince in frustration. "Come watch Thanksgiving movies with us! It's a family day!" The order came punctuated by two screaming toddlers running by in the hall.
Pressed close to her lover, Piper sighed. "We're in hell."
"Still the best Thanksgiving ever," Isabella replied, smiling lightly. "Real hell is my family's house in about ten hours."
Clambering up tiredly, still both sort of full from the intense meal the night before, they dressed and prepared for another day of 'quality family time.'
"I still can't believe you packed all my favorite clothes," Isabella commented as she dug through her bags. "Even my favorite underwear…"
Dancing awkwardly to pull her jeans up in the opposite corner, Piper laughed. "Pull them down enough times, you start to remember!"
Isabella gave her a flat, teasing glare. "And what about these?" she asked, holding up a set of new red lingerie.
Caught out, Piper had no choice but to play i
t cool. "They're for you to dance in."
"Dance in?!"
"Yeah, like, for me. Privately."
"In your dreams!" Isabella laughed, throwing the lingerie.
Piper frowned as the red underwear came to rest on her head and the bra fell across her shoulder. "I don't think this is how they're worn."
Isabella responded with more thrown clothing.
The moment they hit the first floor, Thomas and Trent grabbed Isabella by the hand and made her come play with their toys on the living room carpet.
"Can you help me in the kitchen?" Angela asked.
"Sure, mom," Piper responded, giving one last glance at her blonde roommate crashing a toy truck into Thomas' speeding Ferrari.
"Cut these up, we'll make a salad out of them," the older woman ordered, setting her up with a knife and a board.
Chopping away, Piper made small talk with her mom until a certain moment when the older woman was facing the other way in a nearby corner.
"So…" Angela said, her tone leading, her focus on cutting up her vegetables. "Isabella's extremely pretty."
Her inner alarms going off, Piper continued cutting up her stuff, but a blush was already running up her face despite her best efforts to remain nonchalant. "Yep. All the guys that come to our room fawn all over her. It's a little annoying having to live under her shadow."
"Is that so…"
They chopped in silence for several moments.
Unprompted, Angela said, "You know your father and I just want you to be happy."
Heart pounding, Piper kept her head down and her hands working in the hopes that her mother wouldn't turn and see how red she was. There was no denying what kind of conversation they were having, and it was clear there was no use protesting. After a few seconds of hesitation, she gave as honest an answer as she was comfortable with. "I am, mom. Very happy."
"Good, because that's all that matters to us."
Feeling overly hot and a little nauseous, she slowed her chopping. "Okay…"
Angela moved down the counter to dump her load of vegetables in a bowl. She turned her head toward the living room. "Frank, get your ass in here and help with the turkey!"
An answering grumble echoed from beyond the corner, followed by two little voices shrieking, "Ass! Ass!"
"Oh, Lord, now I've done it," Angela muttered. "The teachers at their school already think we're the worst parents ever."
"You're not," she responded quietly, grabbing the older woman for a hug as she passed again. "You're great."
Noticing her daughter's brimming tears, Angela comforted her and asked, "Got something in your eye?"
Piper fought a trembling jaw. "Yeah."
She spent the rest of the day in a daze, and barely picked at the glorious food on her plate during Thanksgiving dinner. Luckily, Isabella picked up her conversational slack by using her talents to great effect. During the main course, the blonde managed to gently put down Brian's crush, entertain Sam with appropriate college stories, and give the toddlers better words to repeat. She even managed to get a laugh out of Frank, the grim-faced bear of a man sitting staunchly at the head of the table like a classic Viking.
Piper glanced often at her mom, but, to her credit, the older woman acted as if nothing at all had changed. Maybe it hadn't, she realized. Could this really be life? Could this actually just happen without everything going crazy? The family seemed to love Isabella. Her head reeling, Piper excused herself before dessert.
Isabella found her back in the bedroom half an hour later. "Everything alright?"
Piper looked up at her, then past her at the door.
For once, Isabella closed the door softly.
"I have no idea what I'm doing," Piper said once their privacy had been assured. "We've got this thing between us, and it's incredible, it really is, but it's just between us. Our own private little world. And it's so good."
Isabella moved carefully around the strewn bags to join her on the bed. "But…?"
Piper stared down at the beige carpet, finding it surreal that she was having this conversation in her childhood bedroom. Growing up, she never would have thought she'd one day be feeling this way about a girl. "I want—" She winced. "I want us to be—" She brought her hands up, flattened them in the air, then turned them, trying to find the right words. "I want you to be my girlfriend."
"Oh," Isabella breathed, giving a small, relieved laugh. "Is that all?"
"What? Yes!" Piper replied, horrified. "What—"
"That just sounded like a lead-in to we can't do this anymore," Isabella explained, laughing again. "Oh man, I was—wow, I thought I was in for a super awkward weekend here."
"Really? No—I would never do that to you!" Piper exclaimed, her head rushing with a thousand different emotions. "An awkward weekend—"
"A sad weekend, too," Isabella conceded. "But, alright."
Piper frowned mightily. "It'd be an alright weekend if I called it all off and then you still had to be here for two more days?!"
"No, what? No. I'm saying okay."
Her frown deepened until she put two and two together. "Oh!" She looked up at the smiling blonde. "Ohhhhh."
Isabella laughed brightly at her confusion.
"Oh, holy crap." Grabbing her own face to steady her reeling psyche, she took a moment to breathe. "So we're really…?"
"Yep."
Overwhelmed by exuberance and disbelief, Piper said, "I didn't really think about anything but asking you. I feel like things should be massively crazy and different, but I'm just happy. What do we do now?"
Isabella responded with an overly innocent expression. "Well, I purposely didn't eat much at dinner, and I don't think you ate much, either, so no food comas. At least not for us. Everyone else is passed out in the living room with a movie on. And I mean passed the hell out."
It took a moment for Piper to put all the factors together, but, when she did, she drew in an excited breath. "So we're finally alone?"
Leaning down, Isabella picked up that red lingerie from the carpet and lifted it in the air by one finger. She raised one eyebrow.
"No time," Piper replied. Days of pent-up heat were already surging through her.
"Clothes off?" Isabella asked jokingly, mocking her own orders.
Piper gave a single powerful nod. "Yes."
A split second later, they were both grabbing at each other hungrily and pulling off shirts and jeans and bras amid a flurry of shared kisses. Falling back along the bed, bare except for her panties and overcome with ecstatic heat that had her desperate for as much contact as she could get, Piper pulled her new girlfriend close. Matching her energy, Isabella pressed hard against her. Their breasts mashed together even as their legs tightly entwined in a tangle of silky smoothness.
As Isabella kissed down her neck, Piper donned an intense smile. She could actually feel her heart racing in her chest! Pushing up, she ran her hands along soft skin and brought them to those firm breasts she loved so much. As Isabella arched back, she kneaded those perfect curves and brought her mouth to each nipple in turn.
Enjoying the stimulation, Isabella sighed.
Following her every animal desire, Piper brought her tongue down and around to follow the curve of her breast, then right along the stark line where chest met tummy. She found a hint of saltiness there, and she turned her head to run her tongue along the underside of each breast. "Fuck, I even love your sweat…"
"Freak," Isabella breathed happily, gripping the back of her neck. With little warning, the motion turned into a full roll as the blonde dragged her over onto the bed. Sitting on top, Piper tensed as Isabella's eager hand came up between her thighs. Rubbing her panties, the blonde watched her reaction with a mischievous smirk.
Breathing hard, Piper closed her eyes and let the touch stimulate her. One of her hands found its way up her body, and she began instinctively kneading her own breast.
"Up!" Isabella ordered, interrupting her reverie.
Piper moved her leg
and let the blonde out from under her.
Isabella came up behind her and thrust her forward and down with one hand.
On all fours, Piper looked back, curious and excited.
Clambering fully behind her, Isabella grabbed the edges of her panties and brought them down around her bare ass. Leaving them at her knees, she studied Piper from a very different angle; her hand soon cupped the bare mound hanging exposed between her thighs.
Trembling, Piper clung to the pillow before her as she enjoyed each back-and-forth of the soft hand against her heated sex. It wasn’t long before she couldn't take anymore, and she reacted by rolling to the side, kicking her panties the rest of the way off, and coming around to amorously tackle her new girlfriend.
Biting her own lip in anticipation, Isabella let herself be pushed down.
Shaking with excitement, Piper tugged at the blonde's panties—and accidentally ripped them right off.
"Oops—"
Isabella threw the ruined underwear on the floor. "It doesn't matter, keep going."
"Okay then," Piper agreed quickly, lifting the blonde's lower body up by her thighs.
On her back, Isabella held her legs in the air, a little curious.
Piper answered her curiosity with a thrust tongue. Able to get incredibly deep from this new angle, she pressed her whole mouth against that perfect slit and those trim pink lips before thrusting her tongue as deep as it would go.
Isabella shivered, but kept her leg up high.
Looking down along her lover's body, past her scrunched-up tummy and upside-down breasts, Piper locked eyes with Isabella and grinned as she thrust repeatedly with her outstretched tongue.
"Ho… ly… crap…" Isabella breathed between bounces. "I swear… you're hitting… my G spot…"
Piper raised an eyebrow, intrigued, and responded by absolutely doing more of that. Pressing her tongue up and shortening the length of her thrusts, she thought she could detect that slightly rougher spot she knew so well with her fingers; Isabella's wide eyes and strained expression told her she was right.
The blonde's legs came down around her and gripped her back tightly.
