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

by Lexie X

  She could now begin to paint a partial backstory to the two based on the few times Isabella had ever talked about her; tension, jealousy, maybe even fighting, and it didn't help that their parents were terrible. "Wait, so what happened?"

  Laura took a moment to order another glass of wine then scooted an inch closer on her stool. "I might not care that you're a girl, but our parents didn't take it so well."

  "Did Donna flip out?" Piper asked, worried and imagining terrible things being yelled at her girlfriend.

  The gorgeous brunette raised one eyebrow at the unexpected familiar use of her mother's name, but then she let it pass. "That's right, you had lunch with them. And you called her a stupid bitch." Her face curled up with a deeply mirthful smile. "Trust me, we heard about that one for months."

  Grinning sheepishly, Piper chugged the last of her beer and ordered another.

  "But no," Laura continued, her smile fading. "Our mother was quiet this time. Completely silent. I don't think I've ever seen her like that. It was… not good."

  "She didn't yell?"

  "No, it was Dad this time. Taking an interest, for once. I guess he really wanted grandsons to carry on the family name or something."

  Piper quickly accepted her second beer from the bartender as she vaguely remembered something Isabella had said. "Don't you have two kids?"

  Laura sighed, smiled, and sat a little taller. "Yeah, they're with Rick. I think being here for a few days for Izzie is important. I have a feeling she looks at it like I'm invading her space or getting in her business, but it's not every day your little sister comes out."

  Electricity ran up Piper's spine and she gripped her cold beer tighter. "What?" She wondered exactly precisely specifically what that meant.

  "They saw your shared relationship status. Cue explosive drama. They've basically disowned her."

  Her emotions reeling in a dozen different directions, it was all she could manage to focus on one thread at a time. "Disowned her?"

  "I don't think it'll stick," Laura said, taking a swig from her new glass of wine. "But she never budged."

  Running six different shades of red, Piper leaned against the bar for a second. "What did she say… exactly?"

  "You should probably ask her. But I think we'll be fine." Laura lifted a hand as she spoke, indicating herself, her companion, and her sister asleep in a distant bed. She laughed. "Our parents, on the other hand, will probably have aneurysms."

  Taking a moment to absorb everything, Piper felt both warmed and worried. "So you think she'll be alright?"

  Her brunette companion nodded. "I'll stick around until I'm sure."

  "You're a really good sister," she couldn't help but blurt, amazed. She lifted her beer. "Here's to you?"

  Laura donned a smirk exactly like Isabella's favorite expression. "I'll drink to me, hell yeah. And our terrible, horrible, no good, very bad parents!"

  Enduring the aftermath of a blur of drinking, giggles, and exchanged Isabella stories, Piper stumbled back into her room in the dark with a trashed brunette supermodel gripping her arm and shoulder. While Laura's intimidating aura had faded, Piper still found herself frustratingly warmed and aroused by her close presence. Nothing she thought about seemed able to distract that urge, and the surprising amount of alcohol they'd consumed wasn't helping. As great as it felt to have such beauty pressed up against her and seemingly drunk and vulnerable for all the world—

  "Good night Laura," she heard herself saying as she dumped the trashed brunette into her bed and pulled the covers up. For a brief moment, she felt completely sober. It was fun to feel animal attraction and taboo urges, and her girlfriend's sister certainly fell under the taboo category, but she felt lighter and more fulfilled having decided to just shut all that down right away.

  "I'm glad you're my sister's girlfriend," the brunette mumbled. She rolled drunkenly in her bed and found a comfortable position.

  "I'm glad you're my girlfriend's sister," Piper replied, laughing quietly. After watching for a moment to make sure her guest was truly down, she moved across the dark room.

  Isabella's lifted hand found her forearm as she began to climb in.

  Surprised that her girlfriend was awake, Piper let herself be guided onto the bed proper and pulled down for a passionate kiss. A deep and wordless need drove the grasping hands on her back and the body pressed close against hers. Understanding instinctively, Piper sank into the pocket of heat among the blankets, seeking the soft body within and the deep wet kisses given by the searching mouth moving against her own.

  Torn between how much her girlfriend needed her and the fact that her sister was passed out a few feet away, Piper decided that she was drunk enough to give in and blame it on the alcohol. Trying to be as quiet as she could, she slipped further down under the blankets while hoping that their shared heated breathing wasn't too loud. Isabella went the opposite route, climbing up past her. With some shuffling in the dark, she ditched her pajama pants and underwear.

  Unsure where her girlfriend was going, Piper waited, arms out, as soft legs clambered over her. Knees came to rest on either side of her head—and she understood. Running her hands up soft back muscles and down smooth cheeks, she pulled her girlfriend's lower body closer to her face.

  Head fuzzy from drunkenness and overwhelmingly thrilled to get back into the familiar sensations of her girlfriend's body, Piper let herself sink completely into the moment. Gripping firm ass cheeks with both hands, she brought the object of all her lust and longing for the past month down and kissed her mound forcefully. Isabella sighed with a kind of pained relief above, audibly happy to be back with the one person who made everything alright. Sensing that need and relief, Piper smiled. She was more certain than ever that she was exactly where she was supposed to be.

  Taking a moment to solidify her craving, she brought forth all her feelings for the gorgeous blonde sitting on her face—and ran her flat tongue deeply and forcefully up her girlfriend's slit, letting the slick sweetness and heat assuage her tension. With that simple experience, everything went back to normal, as if their month of separation had been no time at all. Already rather warm, Isabella's mound responded with even more heat.

  Lapping again, Piper worked her tongue slowly up that slick wetness repeatedly, enjoying every little sensation and response as if it was that first time all over again. She could still remember that intense closeness the night Isabella had first told someone off in her defense; her first time licking pussy had been a gift gladly given to her roommate, and she could still remember wondering, in the moments after, where their little arrangement might take them.

  Tongue deep in slick folds, she thrust eagerly, her heart full of compassion and caring and contentment. If only she'd known then that their little arrangement would lead to all this—actually, she realized, she wouldn't change a thing. Every single thing about Isabella and their shared relationship felt amazingly vital and warm, from her gorgeous responsive body to their deep, unique, and slightly twisted emotional bond.

  Speaking of twisted, she heard the sounds of someone turning over in her bed a few feet away and froze. She remained in place with her tongue up deep between tight slickness, waiting and listening. Above her, Isabella had stilled, too.

  After a moment, it seemed like Laura had just turned over in her drunken sleep.

  Thankfully, Isabella didn't seem a fan of this particular taboo scenario. Deciding not to push it, she climbed down slowly while trying not to make any noise. Searching kisses against her face told Piper that her girlfriend was grimacing sheepishly.

  Intent on finishing what she started, Piper slid a hand down past loose shirt to Isabella's bare waist, finding her damp mound again. The blonde pressed her face close and let hot breath roll across her cheek while reaching her hands down and working open her girlfriend's jeans.

  Pleasantly surprised, Piper helped her by pushing her jeans a few inches down her thighs. A moment later, a delicate hand slid between her legs and found her inti
mate curve with a returned eagerness.

  Letting out a deep breath, her every nerve responding to her girlfriend's long-absent touch, Piper fought the urge to gasp. She felt Isabella's mouth curl up lightly against her cheek as the blonde smiled knowingly. They lay together and rubbed each other passionately in the dark, completely in tune and just happy to be with one another again.

  Unable to keep completely quiet, Piper began sharing long, heated exhalations with the competing breaths emerging half an inch from her face. As the stimulation intensified, she pressed her forehead to her girlfriend's and rubbed her harder in return. Delicate fingers curled up inside her, exploring her heat; straining her neck to keep from gasping, she responded with curled fingers of her own by using her palm on her girlfriend's mound and her middle finger on that deep spot of slight roughness among slickness that she knew so well. Isabella trembled and pressed a little closer, her breathing growing more rapid.

  Starting to lose finer control of her muscles in the face of the heated pleasure building inside, Piper began working the sex under her hand with more force to bring her girlfriend toward orgasm in time. Right there with her, Isabella kept her hand moving despite the intermittent tremors wracking her body as she struggled to keep her oncoming orgasm quiet. Feeling those tight inner walls clenching hard around her finger, and her own body tensing in exactly the same way, Piper went in for a kiss.

  Isabella immediately responded, trading tongues with her passionately.

  They came together while making out, breathing desperately through their noses, and bucking against each other's furiously rubbing hands. Feeling every little movement of her girlfriend's orgasm in the dark, Piper relished the long moment of ecstasy, having never felt closer to anyone, or more satisfied and happy. Her high seemed to last forever; the rollercoaster of her orgasm stayed exquisite for an indeterminable time, fueled by delicate fingers working her sex and by her emotional bond with the owner of those fingers.

  Finally, Isabella loosened completely and her clenching walls relaxed. Piper took that as a cue to withdraw her finger.

  Isabella brought her hand up in the dark.

  Knowing that her girlfriend knew she was smiling even though she couldn't be seen, Piper gently took each of those fingers into her mouth—and offered her own up to move between Isabella's pressed warm lips and along her eager tongue. While usually it was just Piper with the flavor and slickness of girl sex in her mouth, in that quiet darkness, they completed an unspoken ritual of bonding together by sucking each other's fingers clean. Sharing intimacy in a way only two girls could, sharing that moment, they clung naked and close.

  Piper held her girlfriend tightly, and the blonde's head came to rest on her shoulder. Isabella already seemed half-asleep, probably still exhausted from all the drama with her family—and now comforted by their shared night. Lying in the dark, Piper squeezed the soft body curled up against hers, letting her know, without words, that she wasn't going anywhere.

  Isabella squeezed her back gratefully and curled a little closer.

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  Chapter 14

  Piper rolled awake blearily in a wrapped mess of blankets.

  Isabella sat at her mirror doing her makeup. "Hung over? Feel better by tonight. We're going out!"

  She stared at the blonde for a moment, a little confused—but that was Isabella, she reminded herself. The gorgeous girl sat confidently and as brazen as always, as if nothing had ever happened with her family at all. Still, Piper caught a lingering green-eyed gaze in the mirror and smiled. Isabella responded with a warm subdued smile of her own, letting her know that her presence and support had not been forgotten.

  Across the room, Laura stirred. "How are you feeling, baby sister?"

  Isabella's expression grew more neutral. "Better. We're going out tonight. Want to come?"

  "Sure," the groggy brunette responded. "Don't have anything better to do while I'm here."

  Trying to gauge their relationship, Piper watched their interaction carefully.

  "Did you two go out last night?" Isabella asked, standing to check out a shirt she was thinking about wearing.

  Laura glanced her way. "We had a drink or two."

  "Cool."

  Looking back and forth between the two sisters, Piper didn't sense any weirdness, but Isabella certainly had endless layers, so she reasoned that her relationship with her sister was probably more complicated than it appeared. She narrowed her eyes. "You getting ready early?"

  Turning to show her a low-cut shirt, Isabella nodded. "We've got a mission today. I promised you that we would get your friend Jessie back, and that's exactly what we're going to do." She paused a beat. "Laura, are you alright on your own for the day?"

  The brunette ran a hand down her own tired face and nodded. "I'll take a walk and see if anyone I know is still around campus."

  "Thanks."

  Pulling her jacket tight, Piper followed her girlfriend across the icy campus streets without much conversation. Worried, she watched Isabella carefully, but the blonde gave no outward signals that something was wrong. "Are you alright?"

  Pushing through the library's glass doors, Isabella responded without looking at her. "I'm fine."

  Not at all convinced, Piper waited until her girlfriend had chosen a table and sat down to continue probing. "Is it the drama with your parents? Or is it your sister being here?"

  Isabella scanned the wide and open area she had chosen. Three rows of tables stretched away in a clearing between the stacks and a couple random students sat studying at scattered locations throughout. She evaluated each one of them for a moment before turning back with unexpectedly fiery eyes. "Did you fool around with my sister last night?"

  "What? No!" Piper shot back immediately, feeling a redness creep up her neck. She hadn't done anything, but she still felt guilty for having been so attracted.

  Gazing down at the table, Isabella shook her head. "She's messed with everyone I've ever dated."

  "Seriously?"

  "She just has to have everything. As if her life isn't already perfect. It was never enough."

  Caught completely off guard, Piper just stared and shook her head. It hadn't seemed like Laura had wanted to hurt her sister; it had seemed like she was really there to be supportive. Still, she realized she didn't know Laura really at all, and it wasn't her place to contradict her girlfriend's experiences with family, so she tried another tack. "Is she even into girls?"

  Isabella deflated slightly, but then hardened her expression. "I wouldn't put it past her just to take something I care about. It's what she always does."

  Despite the seriousness of the moment, Piper laughed almost teasingly. "So you're saying you care about me?"

  At that, the blonde relented somewhat and gave her a mock angry grin. "Don't push it." A light kick under the table followed.

  Piper let her expression turn serious once more. "You have nothing to worry about. She can't take me away from you. Nobody can." She let the words hang there, her manner serious. She held constant under Isabella's subtly stunned gaze for an immeasurable moment.

  A waifish girl in a tight black coat emerged from the stacks with a book in one hand and a large bag over her shoulder. Isabella followed the girl with her eyes, and Piper studied her curiously. From her manner, the brunette seemed quiet, positive, and a little vulnerable somehow. Her pixie cut ran just long enough to slide around and hide her face as she sat down two tables distant.

  "That's the one," Isabella said quietly.

  "The one?" Piper asked, watching the girl sit back, open a novel, and begin reading. "How's this relate to Jessie?"

  "She needs someone else to get her mind off of you, duh."

  Looking over again, Piper scrutinized their intended prey. "Uh, is that girl… into girls?" she asked again, feeling a little ridiculous for some reason.

  "Hard to say, but she will be," Isabella replied with offhand confidence. Her eyes narrowed intently as she watched the girl read.

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p; Piper shivered at an immediate spark between her legs. "I love it when you talk like that…"

  Her girlfriend looked back at her with a smirk. "I know you do." She turned and looked at the stacks to her right. "She'll be reading for awhile. We have to give it a few, but I bet that old table is still back there." She stood and began walking gracefully into the stacks. Trying not to seem too excited, Piper glanced around the space to make sure nobody was looking and then followed her.

  Sure enough, the heavy antique table still sat in its secluded little square, obscured from passersby through a lucky combination of angles and poor library lighting. Still, the thrill of possibly being caught remained; she could vividly remember getting on her knees under that table and going down on her roommate. She smiled at the memories, humored by how obvious everything was in hindsight. She hadn't even brought her books to 'study' that day. Despite what she'd told herself at the time, she'd shown up for one thing alone, and that was when their connection had really started to grow. Not to mention, it was the first time she'd ever made Isabella squirt. The blonde had run off immediately after that… "Can I ask you a question?"

  Isabella traced the table's edge with her fingertips as she moved around to her chair. She slid off her jacket, put it on the chair, and then set down her purse before responding. "Did I like you then?"

  Blinking at the anticipation of her question, Piper moved to the opposite side of the table and took off her jacket. "Well, did you?"

  The gorgeous blonde lifted one eyebrow and smirked. "Maybe." She leaned over the table and spoke more softly. "You were definitely getting to me."

  Smiling reflexively at the sudden warmth in her chest, Piper did her best to keep from doing a happy little dance. Instead, she kept her excited eyes focused on her girlfriend. "While we're asking questions, what the hell did you say to that girl I met at the food court over winter break?" Thinking of the video on her phone, she glanced down at where Isabella's purse resided under the table.