by Lexie X
That smug expression deepened. "The same thing I'm going to say to that girl reading over there." Her thighs practically quivering in response to her girlfriend's energy, Piper waited as Isabella leaned a bit further over the table. Teasing with her eyes, the blonde whispered, "Whatever they need to hear to make them do what I want."
Feeling rather warm, Piper sat down slowly. "So, you can make people do what you want," she reasoned out loud. "And I can make you do things. Who's really the badass here?" She accentuated her words with a mocking little motion with her hands.
"Wow." Donning an expression of mock anger, Isabella shook her head. "You're treading on dangerous ground, girl."
"Am I?" she replied, a huge grin on her face. "I think it'd turn you on to be the one under the table for once. Thinking about how you had no idea, then, what you would be doing now, that you would be on your knees going down on a girl—and liking it. Liking her."
Isabella remained nearly motionless save for the visible rise of her chest as her breathing deepened. Piper did her best to maintain smirking eye contact rather than be drawn in by her girlfriend's brazen cleavage. Finally, the blonde's willpower cracked, as did her slight smile. Wordlessly, she stepped back and slid down to crawl underneath the heavy antique table.
Looking around the small space to make sure they were alone and sort of surprised it was actually happening, Piper waited breathlessly. Isabella had been in a skirt on that long ago day, and access had been easy, but she herself was in jeans. Anyone walking by would—
—delicate fingers began tugging at her belt, and the sudden leap in her body's heat made her evaluation of the risks change. Hands shaking, she helped her girlfriend get her jeans down to her ankles and then shivered as her bare butt came to rest on the chair's wooden chill.
"Panties, too," Isabella said quietly.
Piper shook her head nervously. "If someone comes—"
"Then we're caught either way," the blonde interrupted. "But the only person that's gonna come here is you."
"Very funny," she shot back. "I—"
Her words cut off as feminine hands gripped her panties by their edges and pulled. She let them slide away under the table until she was left half-naked. Sitting bare-assed in the library, she felt rather surreal, but the soft hands pushing her thighs apart were all the realness she needed. Breathing deep, her every sense tingling, she waited. The chill felt good against her heated sex, and she could feel air move against the slight wetness already exposed to the open air below. Near that center of bare heat and chill, a pair of soft lips pressed against her thigh.
Her insides responded with a little tremor, and she gripped the table, beyond excited. Those soft lips moved to the other thigh, kissing in a slow teasing circle. Each kiss brought further heat and anticipation, and Piper made faces to keep quiet. Too charged up to care anymore, she scooted her chair back a few inches to see better. Below, Isabella raised one eyebrow, but went with it. Her gaze sultry, she made eye contact—and kept it—as she leaned in and slid her tongue out as far as it would go to make a show of her first direct contact.
Intensely engaged, Piper watched the gorgeous green-eyed blonde press her tongue flat between her exposed lower lips. That first warm, wet, and firm contact made her shudder, eliciting a knowing smile from her girlfriend below. Isabella slid her flattened tongue up slowly, drawing out the moment. Letting the tip of her tongue linger down on her girlfriend's hooded clit, her whole tongue otherwise visible, she grinned at the reaction above—and then moved down to quickly lick again.
Practically staring, Piper breathed, "You're the hottest fucking thing on the planet."
Between her bare legs, the sultry blonde just grinned in response before drawing her tongue up between slick lips again. Scooting a little closer, Isabella pointed her tongue and thrust deep. Feeling penetrated by soft firmness, Piper straightened a little as her body tingled with heat and electricity. A second later, she felt smooth lips move up against her sensitive slickness, and she watched, entranced, as her girlfriend began slowly and passionately making out with her sex. Those wet moving lips and that tongue sliding gently in and out caught her entire focus like no other image. Breathing deeply, her face covered in prickly heat, Piper felt the beginnings of a body-wide and intense pleasure—and then Isabella brought her left hand into play.
Lapping up and down forcefully, the blonde pressed down with one finger on the bottom of her inner walls. Tensing for a moment, Piper marveled at how that downward pressure made her feel different and filled, somehow, or more penetrated; she couldn't find the right words. Her thoughts lost focus as the heat rising up through her body intensified.
With a little smirk on her face as she switched to flicking her tongue, Isabella brought her right hand up and slid a curled middle finger in above her other hand. While still pressing down with one finger, she used her right hand and finger to find that perfect little rough spot and began rubbing it lightly as she rapidly flicked her tongue across her girlfriend's clit.
"Oh my god," Piper breathed, feeling a slight sweat break out as her inner heat turned into surging fire. Twitching and clenching the table with white knuckles, she struggled not to make a peep.
Her head bobbing, her tongue undulating, and her hands working, Isabella managed a few glances upwards, visibly enjoying the reaction she was causing.
Feeling an immense orgasm coming on, Piper bit her lip to keep quiet. The white bliss built rapidly all throughout her core, and she focused on letting it intensify rather than getting off too soon. Building the pressure, she felt her inner walls clench with pre-orgasmic excitement despite her best efforts. Isabella felt it, too, and put even more energy into doing exactly what she was doing, her eyes alight with anticipation.
Her chest heaving, her eyes locked with her girlfriend, Piper had no choice but to let the ecstasy burst forth. Losing control, she squirmed in her chair as a rush of bliss burned through her limbs and rolled powerfully in her head. The uncontrollable pressure seemed to keep going of its own accord; rushing up her body, then back down, it released in a powerful gush of leg-trembling gratification.
Still on her rollercoaster of pleasure and panting hard, Piper looked down from her girlfriend's eyes to see copious juices running down the blonde's chin. She knew instinctively what she had just done, and it spiked her pleasure even more to see that Isabella knew, too, and was more than eager to keep tonguing and fingering throughout. Trembling a few more times, her inner walls clenching tightly around the fingers inside her, Piper came for as long as she dared. Increasingly unable to keep her breathing noises quiet, she was finally forced to pull away.
Still on her knees, Isabella sat under the table calmly. She ran a hand back and forth, wiping her chin and neck, and smirked as she cleaned herself. "See, you're not the only one who can make her girlfriend squirt."
Somehow aroused all over again by the blonde's attitude, Piper pulled up her underwear and pants quickly. "I'm gonna do so many dirty things to you when we get home."
Somehow, amazingly, the blonde managed to climb out from under the table and still seem graceful during the process. She stood, fixed her hair lightly, and then nodded. "You sure will. But first we've got to talk to our new little toy."
Watching Isabella with warmth and curiosity, Piper buckled up her jeans and grabbed her stuff. The hurt in her girlfriend seemed less and her confidence seemed more genuine, as if being together—doing things like fooling around in a public library—had helped heal her pain somewhat. Had she needed this? Had Isabella needed her?
"I really, really care about you," Piper suddenly blurted.
Isabella stopped in the middle of picking up her jacket. She flashed those dazzling green eyes her way, along with a light smile. "Me too." For once, she seemed completely comfortable with the admission of caring, and did not follow up the comment with a joke or teasing.
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Chapter 15
"You seem interesting," Isabella said by way of abrupt op
ening as she sat across from the girl they'd been watching.
The brunette looked up from her book and warily regarded both of them. "Um, I like to think so, yeah."
Isabella looked up and pointed down at a chair. Piper took the cue and sat.
"I'm Isabella," the blonde offered warmly. "This is my girlfriend, Piper."
Trying to guess at exactly what this strange blonde had meant or why she was talking to her, the girl glanced back and forth between them for a moment. "I'm… Marlene?"
"Are you sure?" Isabella asked, teasing her questioning tone.
Marlene flattened her lips. "Yes."
"Well," Isabella continued, undeterred. "We're going out tonight. Drinking. You want to come with us?"
The brunette looked around the library, as if she suspected she was on a prank show. "Do I know you somehow?"
"Nope. But you're a freshman like us, right?"
"Yeah…"
"So, that's half the reason we're at college. Meeting new people and having fun!"
Visibly confused, Marlene ran a hand through her pixie cut to unconsciously buy time to think. "I guess so." She looked to Piper. "Is she serious?"
"Yeah. She is," Piper responded, raising both eyebrows.
The cute brunette laughed. "Is she crazy, then?"
Piper smiled. "Absolutely. But it's always super fun." She glanced down. "More fun than reading a book all night when there are no classes yet."
Looking down at her book, Marlene nodded. "I guess I can't argue with that."
"Great!" Isabella said, smiling brightly. She got out her phone. "Put in your number. I'll text you tonight."
Laughing at herself and shaking her head, Marlene put her number in the strange blonde's phone. "Alright. Seems like an adventure, one way or another."
Isabella leaned closer. "That, I promise."
"That was ridiculous!" Piper exclaimed with glee as they practically ran from the library together. "How did you do that?"
"Wasn't me," Isabella replied, clutching her purse closer and hurrying through the cold with her girlfriend. "She responded more to you. I just helped frame things. Congratulations, you just picked up your first girl!"
Shivering, Piper made a face. "That's not picking someone up."
"She might have put it in my phone, but she gave us her number to go out with you later," her girlfriend shot back. "She doesn't even know it herself, yet, but that was definitely a pick-up. She would never have gone with it if there wasn't at least a tiny bit of that kind of tension somewhere in the back of her mind."
"Wow. That makes sense. Wait, so am I part of the plan now? I wanna be in on the plan!"
"You always were."
"Really?" she asked, excited. "So what are we going to do?"
Isabella looked out across the icy, dirty, and wintery quad as they traversed the sidewalk. "I dunno if I should tell you directly; it's pretty out there. You might actually say no."
Piper grabbed her girlfriend's arm. "You're twisted. I love that about you."
Isabella looked back, her eyes alight. She seemed on the verge of saying something important, but then backed down. Instead, she said, "You're sure? It's going to be pretty crazy to navigate all this."
"I'm sure."
"Alright," the blonde replied, still subtly shaken from whatever it was she hadn't said—but she quickly recovered her confident smirk. "At a basic level, it's simple, really."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. Basically, we take Marlene, and we fuck the hell out of her."
Two passing students looked their way in confusion, and Piper covered her own mouth to keep from laughing awkwardly. "We what now?"
"We turn her out. Show her the best night of her life. Then, when she's all confused about her sexuality or whatever weepy nonsense, we introduce her to Jessie. I saw Jessie, she's cute enough, the rest will take care of itself."
Piper shook her head, amazed. "That's actually genius, in a messed up sort of way that lets us manipulate and con and bang some girl."
"Bang?" Isabella responded, mock offended. "Hardly. I am a lady. I do not bang."
"Pfft!" Piper pushed her girlfriend playfully. "And you think you can just bang whoever you want? That Marlene will just fall for your tricks—"
"Our tricks. She likes you better."
"Fine, our tricks. You think she'll just come back to the room and let us do things to her?"
"We'll have to dodge my stupid sister," Isabella sighed. "And manage Marlene's interaction with my friends. I don't want any drama getting in the way. But, do I think I can just bang whoever I want?" She tilted her head and raised one eyebrow. "Absolutely."
Piper laughed warmly and hooked her arm around her girlfriend's elbow. "Of course! I'm silly for ever doubting the great Isabella."
Happy to walk arm-in-arm with her, the blonde grinned. She gave a mock sigh. "It's a gift. A burden really. People just do what I say, if I say it the right way."
"It worked on me," Piper admitted with a smile.
"Yep, you're the burden," Isabella teased her. "The old ball and chain."
Piper frowned with feigned indignation, but, secretly, she shivered with thrill and warmth. "You'll pay for that tonight," she promised.
Isabella turned her head and looked her in the eye. "I sure hope so."
That night, the girls arrived early to pre-game, and Piper sat on her girlfriend's bed watching while they all fawned over Laura and Isabella. The two sisters were more alike than they seemed to want to admit. Both subtly and expertly crafted the conversation and the group's attention around themselves.
A sheepish voice at the open door stated, "Um, hi." Marlene stood leaning at a slight angle with an uncomfortable but polite smile on her face. She still wore her tight black jacket that clung to her small frame, but her low-cut shirt—a vivid blue—hinted at social clothes underneath.
Piper couldn't help but check her out. Her chest was definitely smaller than Isabella's, and somewhere closer to Laura's supple frame. Her blue shirt hung a little loose, giving teasing little bits of visible skin. To not seem like a creep, she looked up further in short order. Marlene's face exuded an aura of nervous nerdiness, something which Piper found immediately endearing. She raised a single hand to draw the brunette's attention away from the side of the room filled with girls taking shots. "Hey."
Seeing a less intimidating avenue, Marlene came over and joined her on the edge of the bed. "So… Piper?"
"Yeah."
Marlene briefly watched the group of intimidatingly pretty girls laughing and drinking, then looked back at her. With a nervous grin, she asked, "What the hell am I doing here?"
Guessing at what Isabella might say, Piper curled up her lip in a half-smile. "You're here to have a good time. These girls are all amazingly accepting. They're just genuinely good people. And that's Isabella's sister, in town for a few days. She's staying in my bed."
Marlene looked at the other bed where Laura sat cross-legged telling a story, and then down at the bed they were sitting on.
"This one's Isabella's," Piper stated matter-of-factly. "She's my roommate."
Still looking at the two beds with unspoken confusion, the brunette tucked some of her short hair behind her ear. Piper watched with a polite smile while studying the play of the reactions within her unsuspecting prey.
Marlene clearly guessed at where Piper would sleep if both beds were taken, but she said nothing, opting to put on her best show of confidence. "Well, I guess I'm here, so I might as well drink!"
"That's the spirit," Piper replied, grabbing shot glasses from a nearby table and pouring two out. She offered one, and Marlene downed it with her.
"Strong!"
"Yep," Piper said, grimacing. "So, what's your major?"
"History. I think I want to be a teacher."
"That's cool. How'd you get into that?" she asked, seizing upon the idea of asking Marlene questions that had been asked of her by people hitting on her. The brunette responded positively without
even realizing what Piper was doing. In short order, Marlene was genuinely smiling and conversing without feeling out of place, and another shot certainly helped.
"So who's this?" Laura asked at some point, her attention cutting through the group.
Marlene looked up with wide fearful eyes as the attention of the entire group of girls descended on her.
"I can't believe I'm doing this!" Marlene shouted in her ear.
The immensely loud crowd making it difficult to hear, Piper looked at her mouth closely as they both waited at the bar. She took a moment to process what she'd heard, then nodded. "They're awesome, aren't they? They can be dramatic, but they're good people."
Marlene watched her mouth intently in return, paused a tick, and then nodded once she'd pieced the words together. Using the opportunity to move her face practically against Marlene's soft cheek, Piper spoke in her ear. "What do you want to drink? I'm buying."
"You are?" Marlene asked. Their cheeks brushed as she turned to talk in her ear.
Piper nodded, making even more subtle contact. "All night. You're our new friend! Our guest."
The brunette hesitated for a second, face still close. "Alright. You sure that's not weird?"
Pulling back, Piper grinned and shook her head.
Marlene responded by leaning further herself to remain speaking into her ear. "Okay, how about a lime vodka?"
Piper nodded, and, two minutes later, she pressed a lime vodka into Marlene's hand. "Ready to dance?"
"I'm not much of a dancer."
"The girls will make you dance one way or another."
Giving in, Marlene took a gulp of her drink and gave a tipsy shrug.
Stumbling out of the club with a drunken grin on her face, Piper zipped up her jacket and looked around for her friends while wondering how the night had gone by so fast. High on the thrill of working on Marlene, time had escaped her, and now the brunette alternately clung to her arm and laughed while stumbling along beside her.
