by Lexie X
Most of the thumbnails felt flat, empty, or boring. It'd been awhile since she'd visited the site and much of it just didn't seem to speak to her the same way anymore. Instead, her eyes caught on a row of videos of girls together. Something about the curving smooth lines and entwined soft bodies immediately brought a tingle to her skin. She stared at the undercurve of one gorgeous woman's exposed breast that hung free as she made out with an equally beautiful brunette. Heart racing, she looked around the mall again, amazed by how wrong she was being without anyone noticing.
She brought the mouse pointer to the thumbnail and watched the image—and the women—scroll through several different positions. Each one brought another little surge of heat throughout her body, along with sense memories of Isabella against her skin and under her mouth and hands.
"Which one did you choose?" Isabella asked.
Startled, Piper remembered that she was still holding the phone to her ear. "Um, none yet."
"Already turned on, are we? I can hear it in your voice."
Gulping, Piper tried her best to control herself. "A little."
"Good. Which one are you thinking about?"
She stared at the video for another few seconds, well aware of its position directly underneath the Lesbian category title. That word—and the things it might imply if she chose that video—only seemed to intensify her taboo arousal.
Deciding to choose something else, she moved the pointer. "Well, there's this—"
"Don't lie," Isabella said calmly. "Choose the one you wanted first."
"How the hell do you do that?" Piper whispered back, simultaneously frustrated and excited.
"I'm just that good," Isabella teased her. "Now, what are we watching?"
Giving in, Piper clicked into the video proper. Even though her laptop was already muted, she quickly set the video's volume to zero out of cautious paranoia. The two women in the video met in a bedroom and began talking about something, but she had no idea what they were saying. "It's… um… two girls," she whispered, her heart threatening to pound out of her chest.
"Oh?" Isabella asked, as if she had expected that answer. "Not those hardcore gangbang videos I caught you watching before we really knew each other?"
Trying not to turn too bright a shade of red, Piper hunched over a little closer to her laptop. "No… those just… didn't look as interesting," she muttered. "Because… the way those videos made me feel—humiliated, controlled, but incredibly sexual all at the same time—you already make me feel that way."
The phone remained silent for several long seconds before Isabella finally replied. Her words were quiet and serious. "I really like you."
Pleasantly electrified, Piper fought a big smile. "I really like you, too."
Isabella gave a slight cough and then quickly moved on. "I want you to watch the entire video beginning to end. And you are allowed to touch yourself."
Peering at the tables closest to her, she frowned. "What, are you trying to torture me?"
The blonde laughed. "Of course."
"You're evil!"
"Isn't that why you're with me?"
Piper glanced quickly at the girl to her right, making sure that she was still engrossed in her book. She looked back down at the video, which, she told herself, was already playing. "Fine!" Outwardly vehement, but inwardly intoxicated by the daring insanity of what she was about to do, she gave in.
Eyes darting around the visible portion of the food court, she tried to act nonchalant even as a deep flush worked its way up through her body. Worried that she was visibly red-faced, she nonetheless found herself entranced by the video as she watched the two ridiculously attractive women begin kissing deeply and then start pulling at each other's shirts. A shiver ran up her spine as a curved breast spilled out into the cup of the other woman's hand. Soon after, a hungry mouth followed.
"What are you feeling?" Isabella asked.
Feeling a little strained by the heat and tension below, Piper gulped once before answering. "That I wish you were here…"
"Only a few more weeks," Isabella told her compassionately. "What's going on in the video?"
"They're topless," she said in strained whispers. "The brunette is… using her mouth on the blonde."
"Use the words."
Hunching down another half-inch, Piper grimaced and did as she was told. "She's sucking on her nipples."
Isabella made an appreciative noise. "I bet that's turning you on."
Her eyes on the brunette's hands as they traveled south, Piper said nothing.
"Keep telling me what they're doing," her girlfriend ordered.
"Um, they're… she's taking off the blonde's pants," Piper explained, intense heat filling her head and neck—a mix of arousal and embarrassment.
"What's she got on underneath?"
"Pink panties… oh, nope, they're gone, too."
Isabella chuckled. "Yeah, that tends to happen in porn. What are you looking at now?"
Tingling with electricity and a slight sheen of sweat brought on by her own overwhelming and conflicting energies, Piper didn't have the wherewithal to lie. "Between her legs…"
"Describe it. Tell me what you like about it."
Glancing quickly at the girl to her right to make sure she'd remained unnoticed, Piper lowered her voice to barely audible. "It's… attractive…"
Snickering lightly, Isabella prompted her further. "Specifics."
The video zoomed up closer as the brunette smiled, got on her elbows, flipped her hair, and prepared to go down on her companion. Curling her toes, Piper felt like something deep and painful was being dragged out of her forcefully—until she realized that she was with Isabella for a reason. Her tension disappeared. "She's slim and perfect. The way her thighs curve smoothly toward her mound reminds me of you. And her…" She glanced around nervously before returning to the video. "…her lips are small, wet…"
"Shaved?"
"Shaved."
"What does it make you want to do?" Isabella asked, her words a little breathy as she began getting into it.
Watching the brunette happily lick, Piper felt the painful heat surging through her suddenly gain focus. "I want to lick pussy," she whispered, biting her lip.
"Mmm, that’s what I wanted to hear," Isabella responded. "I'm glad you're finally getting in the mood," she added, referring to her direct word choice.
"God, I want you here so bad right now," Piper said with a shudder, instinctively sliding her hand slightly under the edge of her pants to relieve the tension between her legs. Using the table to hide what she was doing, she rubbed her middle finger along her already-slick mound and between her lower lips—but rather than help relieve the pressure, that only made her arousal more intense.
"Well, it's too bad, because I'm not there," Isabella said, her tone leading. "Do you crave it?"
Watching the brunette woman's tongue slide in and out of glistening pink folds, Piper gave in and started rubbing herself cautiously. She was certain that she was bright red and completely obviously masturbating in public, but nobody seemed to be looking her way. She knew that Isabella was doing all this to her on purpose—torturing her, really, with both pleasure and pain—but that only made her feel even closer to the gorgeous blonde girl on the other end of the phone who was even then getting off to her situation. "I do crave it," she admitted, struggling to keep quiet.
"Tell me."
"I think about it constantly," she responded, breathing hard as the words spilled out. "Practically ever since we first started doing things together. I love how effortlessly you always get me on my knees and pleasuring you no matter how much I resist. I love how you always know exactly how to work me so that I give in and… work you."
"I am good like that," Isabella replied calmly. "What do you like most about it?"
Still staring at the video, her hand working up and down between her soaked panties and heated skin, Piper brought her sense memories forward. "It's… warm… inviting… all slick and wet�
�� so sexual, so insanely taboo… and when those walls clench around my tongue or my fingers…" She shuddered deeply. "And it tastes so fucking good…"
"There's my little dirty talker," Isabella said, her tone sultry. She took a deep breath, and then gave a completely different order. "Now stop."
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Chapter 12
"Stop?" Piper asked, her tone alarmed and her body charged up and nearing release.
"Stop."
Fighting intense urges that seemed to flare up and fill her with fire and frustration, she stilled her hand. "Why am I stopping?" she panted. "I've almost gotten away with it!"
The girl reading a book one table over glanced her way briefly.
"You're stopping because I told you to stop," Isabella explained directly, brooking no argument. "Now what to do with my heated-up little toy…"
Doing her best not to squirm, Piper lowered her head to hide her smile—as if that show of excitement and enjoyment was more incriminating than watching porn and touching herself in public.
Isabella made thinking sounds for a moment. "Are there any girls sitting by themselves around?"
Piper glanced to her right and accidentally locked eyes with the nearby Korean girl. They both looked away quickly. Piper curled closer to the phone to lower her voice even further. "Just some girl reading a book. I think she's suspicious of me."
"She pretty?"
"Wha… why?"
"Take a picture of her real quick. Don't let her see you."
Confused, but filled with too much fire, arousal, and anxious energy to question further, Piper swung her phone around to her other ear as a cover for a quick snapshot.
"Got it?" Isabella asked.
"I can't figure out how to send a picture during a call. I don't even really know how to use this phone—oh, there it goes."
"Got it," Isabella responded a moment later. "Oh, she'll do."
"For what?"
"What do you think? You're going to satisfy your craving."
Immediately imagining herself on her knees between that girl's legs, Piper shivered. What would she look like down there? Did she shave? What did she taste like? She could almost already feel the warmth and slickness on her face—she shook her head. "What, no… what? I don't want anyone else. I just want you."
"That's a nice sentiment. But it's not for you. It's for me."
Piper paused for the space of three deep, strained breaths. "It wouldn't feel right."
"I like my toy on her knees and servicing," Isabella told her. "I might not be there in person right now, but I still want to feed your addiction."
A tingling running up her skin, Piper blinked. "First, you're hot as hell when you talk like that," she admitted, a spike in her arousal clouding her thoughts. "But remember? I already said I don't want to do anyone else."
"You said no more doing Julie," Isabella countered her smoothly.
"Well, yes, but the idea's the same," she argued, losing her train of thought in a haze of imagined slickness and heat. "I'm into you, and making you feel good."
"This will make me feel good."
"I mean… how would I even get her to do that?" she asked, realizing she'd doomed herself the moment she'd gone down that route.
"Give her the phone," Isabella ordered.
"Give her the phone?"
"Yes, hand the phone to the girl sitting at the next table."
On fire with a completely different kind of heat, Piper bit her lip and held her hand out gingerly. The girl in question turned and looked at her quickly, causing her black bangs to swing. She looked confused, wary, and intrigued all at the same time. "Um, can I help you?"
"It's for you," Piper said, an impossibly wide sheepish grin crossing her face—an expression brought on by her extreme embarrassment and lack of any idea what to say.
"Ok," the girl replied. She frowned, but took the phone and lifted it to her ear. "Hello?"
After a few unheard words, she turned and looked at the tiled wall. "Yeah, I saw the reflection…"
Eyes wide, Piper slammed her laptop shut as she realized that the girl had seen a small and distorted angle of everything she'd been watching. Breathless and wondering if she was in serious trouble, she waited.
"It just didn't seem like any of my business," the girl explained, replying to an obvious question. "I mean, not really…" she said after a moment, replying to a less obvious prompt. She nodded, listened, and frowned for a good thirty seconds—then visibly gulped and looked over.
Piper responded to her glance with fear and confusion.
"Alright…" the girl finally said, looking nervous and fearful herself. Looking around the food court warily, she offered the phone back.
Piper took it quickly, but, before she had a chance to lift it to her ear, the girl spoke to her directly.
"Is she serious?" she asked, glancing down at the phone.
"Always," Piper responded, wondering what the hell her girlfriend had said.
"Ok then…"
As Piper watched, the girl closed her book, slid it in her purse, and gracefully got up and walked away.
"What the hell was that?" she asked, lifting the phone to her ear.
"Wait ten seconds, then follow her," Isabella ordered.
Confused, but immensely intrigued—and too aroused to back down in any case—Piper quickly packed up her laptop and followed her. Thin and lithe, dressed in a white tee and tight jeans with her jacket over one arm, her whole aura beautiful in a reserved and quiet sort of way, the girl walked ahead of her at a distance. She was much different from Isabella's brazen gorgeous curves and smirking confidence, but still very feminine. Biting her lip, Piper kept her over-stimulated hopes focused on getting her mouth against that graceful girl's slick sex.
It felt immensely wrong to have such thoughts in the middle of the crowds shopping around her, but that wrongness only turned her on more.
"Where's she going?" Isabella asked.
"Into the bathrooms," Piper answered, her heart thumping in her chest.
"Good. Give her the phone once you're in there."
Still a bit in the dark but guessing at where this was going, Piper followed the girl down the mall hallway and around the corner, eventually turning into a bright white bathroom only slightly less crowded than the mall itself. The girl slipped into the stall at the back just as she entered.
Awkwardly, Piper made her way toward the back and wondered if anyone would notice her entering a taken stall—nope, nobody was even looking at her, as most of the women ignored each other like proper bathroom-goers should. With a shaking hand, she reached out, pulled open the unlocked stall, and slipped inside before making sure the door was shut and locked behind her.
The graceful black-haired girl stood within and watched her with slightly widened eyes full of nervous apprehension. This was no experienced veteran. This girl was clearly a first timer with other girls. Piper wanted to ask what the hell Isabella had said to her to get her to do this, but they couldn't possibly talk in the crowded bathroom without being overheard. Without further conversation, the girl lowered her eyes—and began slipping her tight jeans down, causing her slim hips to sway with the effort. Piper watched in amazement as the girl brought her own jeans down to her ankles, then pulled one foot out, leaving herself bare from the waist down except for a pair of light pink panties. Her head still inclined, she looked up and held out her hand.
Remembering her orders and feeling absolutely surreal and amazed, Piper gave over her phone. With trembling fingers, the girl set something on the phone and took a step forward. She pressed her lips together, silently indicating the ball was no longer in her court.
From the way the girl was holding the phone, Piper realized that it was taking video. Suddenly, it all made sense. She knew she'd probably regret it later, but she was too horny and caught up in her very specific lust to care—something she knew Isabella had done to her on purpose. Still, she knew now how her girlfriend would share in the experience,
and her willpower was running on fumes anyway. Those pink panties caught her eyes, their position and smooth surroundings drew her attention, and her craving—
Almost like a predator leaping upon her prey, she moved forward and dropped to her knees, startling the girl. Grabbing those slender legs to keep her from moving back, Piper pulled her a step forward and then found a good position for her knees on the piled jeans between them. Stunned and a little terrified, the girl watched her with wide eyes from behind her glasses but made no move to stop what was happening. Trembling like a leaf, she focused on her task and held the recording phone up to capture the feminine hands feeling around her thighs and waist, the fingers tugging at her panties, and the very-definitely-not-male face inches from her most private area.
Piper grinned hungrily, knowing exactly what her prey was thinking and feeling. She made sure to take her time sliding those panties down and relish the moment—and the reaction. It was Isabella rubbing off on her, no doubt, but it felt delicious and amazing, and she could understand why her girlfriend was having her run around doing such insane things. She brought the pink panties down near the ground, and the girl instinctively stepped out of them.
Her arousal surging at the potential for relief, Piper rose back up along those long slender legs until she came an inch away from that waiting sex. This girl looked much different than both Isabella and Julie; her porcelain skin turned darker around her mound, emphasizing her delicate pink lips and thin landing strip of dark black hair. Smiling up at the phone and knowing Isabella would see it, Piper made sure to make eye contact with the camera as she slipped out her tongue and drew it up along those exquisite little lips.
