Steps to Submission Volume 2: Virgin Lesbian Erotic Romance (Steps to Submission Bundles)

by Lexie X

  "Not just yet." The sounds of Isabella shifting in place came through the phone for a moment. "Now, I'm going to tell you what I wish I could do to you right now…"

  Grinning widely while keeping her eyes shut, Piper asked, "Oh yeah?"

  "Picture me sitting on top of you," Isabella said softly. "You're looking up past my chest… and you know how I look at you, just thinking about all the things I'm going to make you do..."

  "I do know." Immediately engaged, she could almost feel the weight of her girlfriend on her, knees on either side, that delicate but powerful face looking down at her with that hungry and predatory smile—a subtle breath seemed to give away her body's responses.

  "Can you feel me?" Isabella asked. "Running my hands along your tummy…"

  Feeling herself warming, she gulped. "Yeah…"

  "I'd move my hands up under your shirt… but just for a little, to tease you. In fact, I'm gonna make you keep your clothes on, too, because I'm just using you for my own satisfaction… and I know you like it."

  Energized by her girlfriend's words, Piper curled her toes. "I do." She knew implicitly that Isabella was smirking on the other end of the phone.

  "It's probably been a long day," Isabella continued. "I'd want what I want, no games. I'd stand up over you and slide my pants down. And, of course, you're practically staring at my thighs, and I turn and give a good angle just for you…"

  Stealthily, Piper ran her free hand downward to respond to the heated changes in her body as she vividly imagined her girlfriend standing above her and undressing.

  "Freeze that hand, missy," came the spoken order.

  Her hand stopped in place near her waist. How the hell had Isabella known? The dark little knowing laugh emanating from the phone made her start squirming against her own urges.

  "I'd kick my jeans off," the blonde continued after she was satisfied her order had been followed. "I'd move my hands to my panties, and you'd watch, breathless… and I'd torture you for a good minute, taking all the time in the world."

  Knowing exactly how Isabella would playfully toy with her desperate attention, Piper envisioned every little movement of her lithe girlfriend's smooth waist and sleek thighs. She could feel her body responding as if the gorgeous blonde was actually there, teasing her in person.

  "And then I'd—" Isabella hesitated. "Maybe this was a bad idea. I feel a little ridiculous."

  "It's working," Piper breathed quickly, surprised by her girlfriend's rare embarrassment, but too caught up to give the moment care.

  "It's working?"

  "It's working."

  Isabella took a moment of silence to collect herself. "Alright, then. I'd leave my panties on. And I'd sit on your fucking face."

  A spark and a shiver ran through her body. "I like that…"

  "I know you do," Isabella laughed. "And I like watching how much you enjoy it."

  Trembling against the heated pressure rolling through her, Piper imagined the sensory details of her girlfriend's thighs on either side of her head and the sensations of those warm damp panties being pressed against her face. "What color are they?" she asked, her words practically a sigh.

  "What—oh, um, a kind of light blue," Isabella responded, caught off guard. "And I'd pull them aside…"

  "Not yet," Piper breathed, her eyes still tightly shut. Rolling against the bed beneath her, she began building tension in her lower body, her awareness alive with sense memories of Isabella's heat and scent. "Give me a minute to lick your panties…" she said without embarrassment, caught up in imagining the light fabric moving under her tongue.

  Isabella said nothing, but her breathing grew more audible.

  Piper made a little noise of enjoyment. "Move it…" Hearing a little movement, she realized that Isabella had moved her panties—her real ones. "Are you touching yourself?"

  A breathy little laugh came in response. "Maybe."

  "No fair!"

  "The no-touching rule's just for you," Isabella replied. "Now if I was there, I'd be sitting on your face, and I'd move my panties aside…"

  "Yes…" Piper said automatically, imagining the bared heat and slickness pressing against her lips. Opening her mouth instinctively, she tried to recall every sensation she could of her tongue flattened against silk and parting two perfect little lips to elicit shudders from the intensely sexy girl beyond. Her inner core muscles twitched, sending a little shock of pleasure radiating up through her body. Breathing deep, she focused on her fantasy and put herself as much in that moment as she could. "You love watching me, don't you?"

  "I do," Isabella told her in short words, the blonde's efforts clearly on something else. "You get this smile… like… you're high…"

  Piper nodded as she squirmed. Tensing her lower body with all her strength, she coaxed the pleasure into a stronger and more concentrated little pattern inside herself. "It feels like I am…"

  Isabella gave out an unbidden half-moan. "You're so hot. I don't even understand how you can be so—" She stopped talking as her breathing deepened and her physical efforts ramped up to demand her full attention, but Piper knew what she'd meant to say. Unable to resist any longer, she moved her hand down again.

  "Nope!" Isabella ordered between panting breaths.

  Piper's amazed response quickly turned into strained low moans as her girlfriend's effortless control over her sent a tingling shock through her body. Tensing her thighs repeatedly, she pressured that little ball of pleasure in anticipation of that strange but deeply enjoyable feeling brought by her unstimulated orgasms. Isabella had been right—just her words and her force of personality had been enough.

  Rolling her tummy to add to the inner intensity, listening to her girlfriend's heavy breathing, and imagining every sensation of her working tongue against sweet slickness, she writhed against the bed. She could almost feel the intimate heat on her face as she recalled powerful sense memories of slipping her tongue in between velvet walls. Practically lapping the air, she licked in time with her girlfriend's rising noises. The engagement, the shared emotion, the anticipation of oncoming pleasure—it was all still there despite their separation. It still turned her on more than anything to bring her gorgeous girlfriend pleasure.

  "It's feeling really good," Isabella breathed. "And I'd grab your hair… this is my favorite part…"

  Unable to use words, Piper responded with an excited noise and gripped the blankets even tighter. Eyes closed and completely immersed in her fantasy, she worked her core muscles harder to push that difficult pleasure upward. Right at the edge but not quite there, she searched for something to think about to get herself over—and she caught upon the fact that Isabella was on the other end of the phone and near orgasm herself, pleasuring herself to thoughts of her in return. In a flash, she felt all the strength of their intense connection. That was enough. Arching up, she brought her inner pleasure just over the line of release and let it go.

  Her excited gasps brought similar breathy noises from the other end of the phone as Isabella followed her into ecstasy.

  Body tensed, muscles shivering with enjoyment, Piper let herself sink into several moments of bliss. The warm electricity brought relief from her pent-up arousal; the long drive and day of not seeing her girlfriend had affected her more than she'd realized—but as she trembled, eyes closed, with an intensely real fantasy version of Isabella still alive in her senses, she knew that they would be alright.

  Isabella's shaky breathing hinted that she'd just come down from her own orgasm.

  They both reclined in silence for a moment, recovering.

  "… did we just have phone sex?" Piper finally asked with an embarrassed laugh.

  Isabella gave her a sultry mm-hmm, and then sighed with satisfaction. "Maybe this month won't feel as long as I thought."

  Smiling broadly, Piper finally opened her eyes. She felt a little disappointed to return to the reality of her room, but, far more than that small disappointment, she remained excited by the thrilling closeness t
hey'd still managed to find despite the distance.

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  Chapter 11

  With a pained frown on her face, Piper rolled over in bed to avoid the morning sunlight.

  The knock sounded again. "Piper, time to wake up!"

  "Mom!" she shouted back. "I'm on break! Whyyyyyy?"

  "You don't want to screw up your sleep too badly!"

  Piper responded with a frustrated noise and a pillow thrown at her closed door. Fortunately, creaking footsteps moved away in the hall, so the immediate threat had passed. Grabbing her phone and looking at it with bleary eyes, she checked the date and found that it was a Wednesday. Had a week of winter break already gone by? All the days were blurring together into a mess of bored restless hours interspersed with intensely exciting calls with Isabella.

  When she'd first gone off to college, all she'd wanted was to stay home, but now she realized all she wanted was to get back to life—with her girlfriend. A massive uncharted world of exciting possibilities lay ahead, but instead she was just sitting at home burning time. Accepting the fact that she was awake whether she liked it or not, Piper dragged herself up and out of bed, leaving her sheets messy and unkempt as a small act of rebellion. She shuffled into the kitchen still in her plaid green pajamas and went about constructing a bowl of cereal.

  Her younger sister, Sam, sat at the kitchen table over a plate of assorted breakfast foods that had been mauled and mixed haphazardly. If she'd eaten any, it was impossible to tell—and her attention was on her phone as she willfully ignored everything around her. Piper sat across from her with a less than graceful slump. Sam had taken to wearing gaudy makeup and doing her hair in fancy ways she'd never been prone to before, and Piper couldn't help but frown.

  "What?" Sam asked, looking up.

  Deciding to finally say something after several days of tactfully avoiding the issue, Piper shrugged. "You're looking good lately."

  The younger brunette's eyes flared. "I'm going to be in ninth grade next year! This is what the other girls are all doing!"

  Piper shrugged. "Sounds like mom's already been on you about it."

  "Yeah." Sam gulped, almost visibly embarrassed by her own reaction. "I just…" She trailed off, unsure how to verbalize the pressures that were clearly stressing her out.

  "It's alright. I know how tough it is," Piper told her, her expression compassionate. "You haven't called me since I left for college, but you still can, you know. Any time."

  Sam looked down at her food. "Thanks." She returned to her phone a moment later, scrolling through something. "It's nice to have you back home."

  She couldn't help but smile, even though her sister wasn't looking. "It's funny, I was just thinking—"

  "How come you aren't official?" Sam suddenly asked. "On your profile, it still says you're single."

  "Sorry, what?" Piper asked, her skin tingling.

  Sam held the phone toward her and displayed her page. "You and Isabella. It's not official 'til it's on your profile. Jacob and I were official last week, but it just wasn't working out. Plus he never even took me on a date. Chris was mad because I was talking to him, but—"

  Her head spinning, Piper lost track of her sister's words. She stared down at her cereal for a long minute, trying to get her bearings. How long had Sam known? Who had told her? Who else knew? And why did she seem so nonchalant about it? Implied conversations with her mom were one thing, but this was infinitely more real.

  "So are you going to make it official?" Sam asked, her long diatribe about middle school drama coming back around to her original point.

  Still a little fuzzy, Piper managed to sit up and look her sister in the eye. "Yeah. I think so." She hesitated, but then asked the one question she needed an answer to. "And you aren't freaked out that I'm dating a girl?"

  "Huh?" Sam asked, already back to typing on her phone. "She's super pretty. Can I ask her makeup questions next time she's here?"

  "Of course," Piper responded, her confused daze only deepening. She sat over her cereal for several minutes, her thoughts racing until she figured it out. Her lip trembling and her eyes misting slightly, she looked up again. "I'm really glad you're my sister."

  Sam didn't look up from her phone, but her fingers did pause in place.

  Piper laughed. "Sorry, I didn't mean to get all gushy."

  The younger brunette looked at her sidelong without lifting her head. "I'm glad you're my sister, too. You don't have to—I mean I don’t—I just—"

  "It's alright," she replied, letting her sister off the hook. "I know what you mean."

  Sam looked down again and wiped one eye. "Now go away, you're interrupting me talking to my friends!"

  After a single sniffle, Piper couldn't help but laugh. She picked up her half-full cereal bowl, less than hungry. "Alright, Sam. I'll leave you to it."

  "Hey, what's up?" Isabella answered.

  Not wanting her girlfriend to hear how nervous she was, Piper held the phone away for a moment,. After she collected herself, she brought it back up to say the words she'd practiced. "So, when are we going to make this official?"

  "Official?" Isabella asked, humored. "I think it's a little soon to get married."

  Every inch of Piper froze immediately.

  She looked at the floor, eyes wide.

  She shook her head, forcing herself to focus.

  "I mean online. Like, relationship status. Ours both still say single."

  "I knew what you meant," her girlfriend teased. "I just love torturing you."

  Piper gave the empty air a strained smile. "Yeah, yeah."

  "What brings this up?" Isabella asked. "Did Sam put you up to this? She's asked about it a few times."

  "What? How?"

  "She and I talk sometimes."

  "My little sister calls you?"

  "Nah, they're just messages online. She really cares about you, you know."

  Piper nodded to herself, her tone serious. "I do know. I'm very lucky. I love my family."

  "Yeah." Isabella hesitated. "I'm not so lucky."

  "You haven't told your parents?"

  "Hah, no. God, the hellstorm that would unleash! I've considered telling my sister, but she won't be in town 'til nearer Christmas."

  Piper stared at the beige carpet beneath her bare feet, disappointed. "So you can't make it official online."

  Isabella said nothing for nearly twenty painful seconds.

  Piper gulped, wondering if they'd hit the ceiling on their relationship.

  "I'd be willing to set it online."

  Her heart leapt up. "You would?"

  "Yes," her girlfriend said, her tone mischievous. "Not like my parents ever get on there anyway. But they might. So, as compensation for my risk—"

  "You want something?" Piper asked, intrigued and excited. Her thoughts began dancing with all the taboo things the twisted blonde might make her do.

  "If I make it official online, then you have to do whatever I say until the end of break."

  "Whatever you say?" Piper asked, curling her toes.

  "Yes. Anything I say."

  "Easy enough!"

  "I'm not kidding, Piper. Anything I say."

  Feeling herself warming, she only grew more excited. "Deal. Still a deal."

  Isabella chuckled darkly. "Alright then."

  Delighted, Piper bounced across her bed and pulled out her laptop. "Ok, I sent it."

  "I don't see it."

  "Oh, crap. One second. Ok, how about now?"

  "There it is," Isabella said. "Alright, here we go then."

  Piper refreshed her page and her heart began to pound as she saw her status change go public. All of five seconds later, one of Isabella's girls officially liked the change. Laughing with embarrassment and happiness, Piper sat cross-legged in front of her laptop and kept refreshing the page to see more likes following.

  "Satisfied?" Isabella asked, audibly smirking.

  "Yeah!" she responded, surprised by how much it meant to her.
/>   "Good. I like giving you things that make you happy."

  Piper tilted her head. "I like when you're super honest about your feelings."

  "It's hard. I'm not used to it," Isabella admitted. "But anyway, is your phone charged?"

  She checked the indicator. "Yeah, why?"

  Isabella practically cackled. "Because the fun starts now!"

  Clutching her laptop bag, Piper looked around the mall food court. "So what exactly am I doing here?"

  "Find a table with a wall behind it. You're going to need to get on your laptop."

  Trying not to seem too suspicious, Piper made her way toward a corner made somewhat secretive by a decorative white-tiled wall that ran in wavy patterns throughout. Even though it was the middle of the day, the place was rather crowded by people doing their Christmas shopping. "Are you sure this is a good idea?"

  "Don't worry," Isabella told her. "You won't get caught."

  "Caught?" she asked, sitting down and getting out her laptop. A bespectacled Korean girl reading a book to her right looked up briefly, but the two men in suits at the table to her left paid no attention to her. "What exactly is it that you want me to do?"

  "I want you to watch some porn."

  Piper lowered her voice and tried not to look alarmed. "You what?"

  "We don't watch nearly enough porn together," Isabella told her calmly. "I'd like to get into that with you."

  Heart pounding, Piper watched the two men to her left eat and talk business. "I mean, that'd be nice, but here?"

  "You're going to watch some and describe it to me," Isabella ordered. "You're just lucky you're not a guy, so you can get turned on in public and nobody will know."

  She had to admit that she was already a little warmed purely on the thrill and daring of the venture, and Isabella's orders did always turn her on immensely. "Fine," she whispered. "But I'm running like a bat out of hell at the first sign of trouble."

  "I'll allow it."

  Piper thought to snicker at that, but she held back. She wasn't altogether sure what she would have done if Isabella hadn't allowed it. Instead, she slunk back in her chair, surreptitiously pulled the table a little closer to the wall, and made sure to mute her laptop. Navigating down through several folders of bookmarks, she found an innocently-named link she hadn't used in quite some time. As the site loaded and presented her with a dozen video thumbnails to choose from, she looked around nervously, but nobody was paying her any attention in the crowded food court. She clicked through to the categories section, moving toward the hardcore gangbang videos she'd always gone to before, but her attention lingered on something else instead.