by Lexie X
The girl shivered powerfully and almost dropped the phone, but she caught herself at the last second. Her chest heaved as she gazed down with tense anticipation.
Fortunately, the bathroom was filled with the noises of women walking, using the faucets, and drying their hands, so nobody heard or suspected. Feeling that familiar high returning with intensity, Piper closed her eyes and sank into the experience. Parting those delicate lips with her tongue, she thrust a little deeper between slick folds, taking in the girl's fresh, light, and intimate flavor—and her surprising tightness. Working to push her tongue deeper, she elicited a tensing from her prey, and then a deep intake of breath.
Tongue deep between slick walls, her mouth open wide against warm girl-sex, Piper looked up at the camera again, knowing exactly what her twisted girlfriend wanted to see. Reaching one hand down, she thrust it under her jeans, intent on finally answering the painfully intense heat and arousal burning between her own legs.
Beyond the phone above, the girl looked past her at her working hand, then back at the phone to make sure it was aimed right, then at the mouth expertly working her sex. She blinked a few times as the sensations started to visibly get to her, and then her stance loosened as she began to accept what was happening—and even get into it.
Eager to please both her nervous recipient and her soon-to-be-watching girlfriend, Piper made a show of it. The girl was just small enough that her mouth could fit around most of her mound, so she opened wide, began sucking her slick flesh, and thrust her tongue in and out of her slippery slit as hard as she could. That elicited wider eyes from the girl above and a single hand over her own mouth to keep from making any noise.
Spurred on, Piper rubbed herself harder and put her whole neck and head into it, breathing raggedly through her nose as she began building both of their orgasms. Losing herself in the sounds, motion, and rising pleasure, she forgot the bathroom and the mall completely, focusing only on making the pussy against her mouth feel good. The first tight clenches happened quickly as those silk walls almost painfully constricted around her tongue, but she kept up her efforts with enthusiasm.
The girl shuddered again, and then she knew, by experience, that it was about to happen. After making eye contact with her for a moment, she focused her gaze on the camera. Rubbing her own heated curve with her palm and thrusting her tongue forcefully in and out of those tight slick folds even as she stimulated the girl's mound with her entire mouth, Piper worked herself and her prey with all the force of her pent-up arousal and lust. Electricity seemed to connect from between her legs up to her working mouth, filling her head with a rolling white heat and bliss that was punctuated only by her own desperate breathing through her nose. The girl arched back as her pleasure began to approach a peak, but Piper used her free hand to grasp her by a chilly butt cheek and pull her back.
And there it was. Those inner walls constricted hard around her tongue, but, this time, they didn't let up. A surge of intimate juices rolled around her lips and down her chin even as the body above trembled and tensed. Feeling the orgasm happening, Piper let her own pleasure shoot froth from her furiously rubbing hand and up through her desperate muscles and lusting thoughts.
The girl's inner walls clenched even harder; Piper kept up her efforts, pushing higher into orgasm, not even relenting when her prey tried to pull away. Instead, she kept sucking and thrusting and watching the amazed and painfully blissed expression above. The girl's mouth remained open and strained behind her hand, her noises of pleasure suppressed just enough to avoid detection.
Finally, when she couldn't take any more, she pulled away with force, and, too caught up in her own orgasm, Piper had to let her go. Arching forward, she kept rubbing, kept her intense high rolling, kept her thoughts focused on the heat and slickness and flavor and experience of pleasuring a girl—until she couldn't breathe and was forced to let her orgasm fade. Sweaty and panting, she looked up, her head fuzzy and her expression dazed.
Gulping, the girl pulled her panties and jeans up quickly, practically threw her the phone, and then darted out of the stall.
Standing wearily, utterly satisfied and feeling more than a little weird about everything she'd just done while 'under the influence,' Piper closed the stall door and gave herself a moment to recover.
"Is it over?"
Realizing the phone call had never been hung up, she brought the receiver up. "Yeah," she panted.
Both teasing and compassionate, Isabella asked, "Feeling better?"
Wiping her chin clean a little at a time with her fingers, she contemplated herself and the storm within that had finally calmed—for the moment. "Wow, you have no idea how much I needed that."
"Actually, I do have an idea," the blonde bragged. "I noticed you getting antsy, bored, and frustrated this past week."
"You did?"
"Mm-hmm."
"And you thought this was the prescription?" she asked in whispers, laughing. "Getting my hands… well, my mouth… on some girl sex?"
"It worked, didn't it?"
Sighing with bemusement, Piper shook her head. "So this wasn't just for you, after all. It's almost like you care about me!"
"Tease all you like," Isabella told her. "It's still for me, too. Send me that video."
Almost proudly, Piper worked her phone until she got the video sent. It felt a little like showing off a trophy.
"Jesus Christ," Isabella said a minute or two later. "You're a freak. My freak. You have no idea how much I'm going to masturbate to this."
"Actually, I do have an idea," Piper joked, giddy. The weeks of winter break remaining ahead felt impossibly long and arduous, but Isabella's laughter from the other end of the phone told her that, despite the distance and time, they would be just fine.
Chapter 13
Piper sat in her bulky white jacket alternately biting her lip and fighting the chattering of her teeth. A scattered stream of returning college students passed her over the course of an hour with varied mannerisms ranging from groggy and dismayed to lively and excited. She herself fell on the eager end of the spectrum as she sat watching the salt-encrusted cars moving along the nearby street; her anxious gaze constantly searched for the one that would deliver her Isabella.
"Waiting for someone?" a familiar voice teased.
Turning around on the butt-numbingly cold step, she found a gorgeous blonde girl leaning out from the dormitory door, her green eyes sparkling with vibrant anticipation.
Piper practically shouted as she leapt up to rush back into the warm building.
Ignoring the several bag-laden students passing by in the hallway, Isabella pulled her forcefully close by her bulky jacket. "Hey," the blonde said happily, looking her face up and down from a few inches away.
Piper couldn't help but smile. "Hey yourself," she whispered back, feeling like she was about to burst.
Isabella purposely held her there for a long, torturous moment, teasing her girlfriend—until she herself couldn't wait anymore. Pulled tight and close, Piper sank into the deep soft kiss as her heart melted into a chaotic mix of heat, excitement, and longing. The velvet lips on hers returned her need completely, and her girlfriend's sudden smile and light tongue teasing told her that they were absolutely on the same page. "Fuck long distance," she breathed.
"Yeah," Isabella whispered back. "Pure hell."
Their locked gazes held for another ecstatic moment until another passing group of students reminded them both that they were standing in the front hallway of a busy dorm.
Looking around awkwardly, Piper gripped her girlfriend's hand. "Wanna go home?"
"Already beat you to it," Isabella replied, leading her back toward their shared room with a grin. "I was wondering where the hell you were, until I realized you might be outside—waiting for me!"
"I didn't see your parents' car," she said, rubbing her own chilled nose as they walked.
Isabella grimaced. "Yeah, about that…"
Together, they made the last turn a
nd entered their room.
Someone was already waiting inside—a woman, sitting idly on the edge of Isabella's bed. Caught off guard, Piper stopped in place. The word 'woman' was not exactly apt to describe the brunette. She was maybe four to seven years older than Isabella; certainly still in her twenties, but visibly more mature and confident than even a senior college student. Her shoulder-length brown hair somehow maintained a sleek, attractive sheen even in the dorm room's dingy light, and her face might have been carved out of marble for all its classic angles and smooth perfection. She had that rare mix of graceful reserved beauty and engaged vitality that made her at once ridiculously intimidating and casually approachable. She smiled brightly, displaying dazzling rows of frustratingly perfect teeth. Worst of all, something about her features held a strong similarity with Isabella's spirit.
Staring at that bright smile, that utterly feminine face, and those bright green eyes that shared unmistakable character with Isabella's, Piper immediately felt a twinge in her lower body and an animal urge along her tongue.
"Um, this is my sister," Isabella said by way of introduction, seeming imperceptibly subdued.
Hearing sudden alarm bells and instinctively aware of the change in her girlfriend's energy, Piper immediately hardened up and looked away from the vision of ridiculous beauty. She thrust out a hand, only making eye contact again once she'd steeled herself against what felt like looking directly into the sun. "Um, nice to meet you."
"You too," the brunette replied, her voice—of course!—the epitome of feminine confidence. "I'm Laura."
"Piper."
Laura shook her hand for a good moment. "Well, I can see now why Izzie stuck it out."
"Stuck it out?" Piper looked to her girlfriend, still shaking her sister's hand without thinking about it.
"Um, yeah, my sister drove me," Isabella explained cautiously, her gaze flighty and subtly distant. "Because my parents wouldn't."
Piper finally let go of the brunette's hand, suddenly forgetting about her completely. "Oh no, did something happen?" she asked, immediately thinking of their public relationship status online.
Isabella finally looked her in the eye. "They saw."
"Was it bad?" Piper asked, her worried compassionate frown deepening.
"Yeah," came the reply, with no further elaboration.
The three stood in awkward silence for a moment.
"I'm gonna stick around for a few days," Laura finally said. "I don't feel like driving all the way back just yet. I can get a room at a hotel nearby—"
"No, no," Piper found herself saying even as she wondered why Isabella was acting so strangely. "You can stay here. Use my bed."
To her credit, Laura didn’t look around the room, nor did she ask about how two beds would fit three people. She maintained her positive expression for about four seconds before nodding when it clicked that Isabella and Piper would share a bed. "That's not an imposition?" she asked, moving along from the slight pause.
"Not at all," Piper told her, feeling a little heady. She looked to her girlfriend again, but Isabella seemed to be busy staring at a distant spot on the floor.
"Cool, then. I'll stay here." Laura looked between them and narrowed her eyes. "Hey, I'm gonna… hit a bar, I guess." She looked at her phone briefly. "Classes tomorrow?"
Piper shook her head.
"Alright, then I'll be back after they close… give you two some time to talk. Here's my number in case you need to contact me sooner."
After putting the number in her phone and seeing Laura out, Piper closed the door gently and then audibly locked it to give a solid cue that they were finally alone. Isabella sat on her bed, her back against the wall, her arms hugging her knees. Cautiously joining her, Piper scooted back across the blankets and put her back to the wall next to her girlfriend. "So what happened?"
The blonde leaned slightly to the left, then let her head rest on the newly offered shoulder. "I'm not…" she began, but then sighed. "I'm not ready to talk about it just yet."
"Fair enough. Want to do something else?" Piper asked, suggestively rubbing her girlfriend's upright thigh.
"I can't," Isabella breathed.
Piper took her hand back. "Oh." The ecstatic blonde that had greeted her minutes ago at the door seemed a completely different person from the downcast girl now curled up against her. She began to feel disappointed, and even a little hurt—except she realized that the moods were not mutually exclusive. Maybe Isabella just wanted to be with her? With one arm slung around her girlfriend, she used her free hand to wrestle out a laptop from a nearby bag. "Wanna watch a show?"
Against her shoulder, Isabella nodded emphatically.
Once the show was set up, they sat cuddled together for a time, watching in silence.
Two episodes in, Piper realized that her companion had fallen asleep—whatever drama had gone down must have been exhausting. Slipping carefully off of the bed, she put the laptop away, lay Isabella carefully down from her slumped position against the wall, and slid the blankets up to her shoulders.
"Piper…" the groggy blonde murmured, her eyes still closed.
"Yeah?"
But Isabella just shifted her head against the pillow.
Watching her immensely cute face, Piper smiled—and then frowned, wondering exactly what had happened to hurt her girlfriend so. After all they'd been through together, she knew Isabella wasn't one to ever show pain, unhappiness, or vulnerability, at least not without some serious effort on the part of her girlfriend. That was her responsibility, her privilege, and her job, to get this amazing and confident but secretly oh-so-vulnerable girl to open up. Wondering what to do, she pursed her lips. After a little contemplation, she pulled out her phone and decided to do a little research.
"Piper…" Isabella murmured, reaching out a sleepy hand across the blankets.
She reached out. "Yeah?"
But the exhausted blonde fell asleep again without replying.
Laughing softly, Piper moved away to avoid semi-waking her a third time. After texting Laura, she snuck on her coat and slid the door shut behind her ever so quietly.
The hole-in-the-wall bar was rather empty when Piper arrived. The night was still young and students were still filtering onto campus as she walked the streets. Shivering from the cold, she only found the place after asking someone directions. Taking the poorly marked door with a wary frown, she stepped into a long little stretch that felt more like a hallway than it did a barroom.
Pushing past a scant few people, she found Laura sitting at the far end with a half-glass of red wine circling gently in her idle hand. The brunette watched the dark liquid spin with a distracted gaze. Piper stood at a distance for a bit, wondering if this was a good idea; a rather warm energy filled her lower body just looking at the gorgeous woman.
She reminded herself that this was to help Isabella.
Laura looked up as she sensed someone approaching.
"Hey," Piper finally greeted her, plopping down on a stool and feeling altogether frumpy in her bulky jacket next to that freaking supermodel. "How did you even find this place?" she asked, sliding off her jacket quickly and putting it at her feet with her purse.
Laura watched her do all these things and waited until she finally stilled to respond. "This was our bar, in my day," she said with a hint of nostalgia. "Graduated a couple years ago."
"Oh, you went to school here?" Piper asked, wondering how that had never come up in the last six months. She turned to the approaching bartender and ordered a beer.
Laura waited until she was done ordering, her expression polite and pensive. "Yes, I went here. I'm not sure if Isabella came here of her own accord or because our parents pressured her, though."
Nodding, Piper tried to still her racing heart and tingling skin. She switched repeatedly between two stances: looking away to avoid the stimulation of Laura's intense beauty, or looking her in the eye to avoid seeming intimidated. Neither helped. "Do your parents pressure her a lot?" she a
sked, barely managing to sound normal through a confounding haze of attraction.
"Pressure might not be the right word," Laura said, looking past her.
Turning momentarily, Piper accepted her beer and then took a deep swig in the hope that it would help calm her nerves.
"You drink?" her brunette companion asked, her expression calm and unreadable.
She took another deep gulp and then laughed a little more awkwardly than she would have liked. "Not really. Sometimes."
"Izzie didn't drink all winter break, or so I've been told. Not even wine at Christmas dinner."
Piper nodded hesitantly, wondering how much to say. She had the impression that Isabella wasn't exactly open with her sister, so she opted for a diplomatic explanation to the implied question. "Well, I guess we're just not that into drinking these days."
Laura nodded slowly, her gaze steady.
Feeling uncomfortably studied, Piper took another gulp of beer.
Her graceful companion matched her with a sip of red wine. She lowered the glass, looked down at the remaining red, and then returned her attention upward. "Our family might have a little problem with drinking. Specifically, our mother. Nothing we've done has worked for her. If you've gotten Izzie to slow down without even really trying or knowing, you must actually be good for her."
Piper suddenly understood why she'd been studied so intensely. It amazed her that, somehow, she'd momentarily forgotten that it might be weird that she was a girl dating a girl.
"No, it's not that you're a girl," Laura stated, somehow reading her reaction in the same manner that Isabella often did. "It's just that, usually, she dates monstrous assholes."
Despite herself, Piper smiled, feeling vaguely complimented.
Laura let out a deep sigh and seemed to implicitly relax. She lifted her glass and let the last of the wine slip down into her mouth. Unable to help herself, Piper watched her companion's smooth and elegant neck. It was almost frustrating how painfully attractive Laura was; then again, she remembered feeling the same way about Isabella early on, too. Isabella's body was a little fuller, intensely sexual, begging to be grabbed everywhere—the two sisters were both extremely pretty, just in slightly different ways.
