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

by Lexie X

  Isabella emerged from the club a minute later, standing tall and graceful despite the flush of alcohol in her cheeks. "We've got an hour 'til places close." She blinked and wavered in place for a second. "Um, so Laura won't leave until then. So we have an hour."

  "You're sure?" Piper asked.

  The blonde's expression went grim and dark for a moment. "I'm sure."

  "An hour?" Marlene asked, grinning drunkenly. "What are we doing for an hour?"

  "We're gonna go back to the room," Isabella replied, bringing her expression back to polite neutral.

  Looking back and forth between them, Marlene nodded slowly.

  Piper watched her intently, relishing the conflict in her—suspecting, but hoping; not wanting to ask, and not sure what to want; a sense of surreal fantasy about the whole night—she knew what Marlene was feeling because she'd felt that conflict herself so many times with Isabella. She looked over at her girlfriend, who returned a sly salacious grin.

  There was no conflict anymore. Piper knew she was exactly where she wanted to be. What they were doing to this girl was twisted, dark, and a little mean—but was it? As Isabella had whispered in her ear on the dance floor, Marlene wouldn't be here if she didn't secretly want to be. Even if she didn't know consciously what she was doing or why, the energy of the night had been pointed enough that she had to have suspected.

  "You coming with us?" Isabella asked.

  Marlene put on a mask of confidence, but gripped Piper's arm tighter. "Sure."

  They walked back together while Isabella made small talk with her girlfriend as if everything was perfectly normal and alright. Piper participated with what mental capacity she could muster; most of her attention remained fixated on how much she wanted her amazing girlfriend—body, mind, and soul. Their shared toy of the moment walked between them, seemingly oblivious.

  After a drunken stop at the dorm bathrooms, they arrived back at the room. Piper walked in first and turned to watch Marlene follow. Behind them both, Isabella closed the door softly. The two roommates set down their jackets and purses.

  "So," Marlene asked, fidgeting nervously. "What are we doing now?"

  Her heart racing on the thrill of it all, Piper just looked to her girlfriend. Isabella smirked knowingly and moved forward. Marlene stepped back in surprise, staying frozen and silent as the two girls kissed in front of her.

  For several long seconds, Piper enjoyed a deep series of kisses with her girlfriend, letting the anticipation build. Finally, she pulled back.

  Still smirking, Isabella looked her face up and down. "You do it."

  Piper nodded, took a deep breath, and then turned and pulled Marlene forward by her jacket. Still stunned and unsure what to do, the brunette allowed herself to be pulled.

  Watching the reaction on her face carefully, Piper tilted her head and moved in, going almost all the way—but stopping just short. Marlene trembled—but moved her head the rest of the way on instinct.

  Feeling a new pair of lips against her own, and determined to give a good show for her girlfriend, Piper started slow. Kissing her chastely and giving her a small amount of time to react to slowly lengthening kisses, Piper worked her prey into it bit by bit. Marlene's breathing deepened between each kiss and her tense stance melted little by little until she finally seemed to give in by opening her mouth further.

  Taking the opportunity, Piper brought her tongue into play to move into lightly making out. It took all of her restraint to keep the intense fire and arousal in her core from urging things on too fast. Sensing her reach a limit, Isabella lightly touched them both, separating them.

  Marlene looked at both of them in confusion like she was about to apologize for kissing her girlfriend in front of her—but, before she could speak, she was pulled in again.

  Piper watched her gorgeous blonde girlfriend take up where she'd left off by making out with the thin brunette and slowly growing the intensity of their shared kissing and body contact. It amazed her that she was watching this without any jealousy or insecurity at all. Somehow, she knew completely and utterly that nobody else could ever replicate her unique and twisted bond with Isabella. It just worked, and worked amazingly, and using this girl was just another courtship dance between them.

  Isabella looked her way with a sly glance between kisses, her eyes mirroring her thoughts exactly. A moment later, she gently pushed Marlene down to the edge of the bed, leaving her sitting there with a visible drunken and amazed expression.

  "Take off your jacket," Isabella ordered.

  She jumped, then blinked, and began unbuttoning her tight black jacket slowly. While she did that, Isabella turned and began lifting her girlfriend's shirt off. Piper helped her get the shirt off and then returned the favor, leaving both of them in their bras.

  Still in her shirt, Marlene let her jacket fall to the floor, gulped, and stared alternately at each of their chests, her gaze centering on their smooth curves and cleavage.

  Feeling the moment of truth near, Piper pulled her girlfriend close and ran her hands up and down Isabella's body in front of Marlene. The brunette watched her hands move, entranced. Moving a little closer, Piper kept one hand roaming and used the other to reach out and gently pull Marlene's wrist forward. Taking her cue, the trembling girl placed her palm flatly against Isabella's side.

  "Cold!" the blonde laughed.

  "Sorry," Marlene replied, taking her hand away—but Isabella caught it and brought it back with a shake of her head. Together, the two girls felt up Isabella's smooth soft body until Piper moved around and pushed the blonde a little forward between them. Marlene brought her other hand up to nervously explore the front of Isabella's body while Piper massaged her back.

  "You just love being the center of attention, don't you?" Piper asked.

  Her girlfriend lifted her head a quarter turn and smiled back at her. "It's not the worst thing in the world."

  Her eyes on the perfect, round cleavage in her face, her hands slowly moving up to meet her gaze, Marlene spoke. "So you two are really girlfriend and… girlfriend? That wasn't just an expression?"

  Isabella looked down at her compassionately. "Yes, we're together, honey."

  Marlene shook her head nervously. "This is so weird. I just don't know what I'm doing, and—"

  A finger on her lips cut her off.

  "What you're doing is enjoying yourself," Isabella told her calmly. "We're going to make you feel very, very good, and it's that simple."

  Marlene looked like she was about to speak despite the finger against her lips, but Piper instinctively read her girlfriend's cues—and undid the blonde's bra. Lifting her shoulders, Isabella worked her bra the rest of the way off and let her breasts fall free in front of the nervous brunette. Eyes wide, her hands frozen just below those perfect, round, and firm breasts, Marlene stared. "Jesus."

  Isabella donned a cocky grin and shrugged; the motion made her breasts bounce in Marlene's face. The nervous girl reacted instinctively by moving her hands up to cup the round curves with an almost reverent energy.

  Still massaging her girlfriend's back, Piper commented, "It's unfair, right?"

  Her attention fixated, Marlene just nodded. With a little guidance from Isabella, she began kneading and exploring.

  Looking down, Piper noticed the girl's toes curling in her shoes. Letting their guest play for a bit, she took a moment to discard her own bra. Still a little sweaty from dancing at the club, she relished the cool air on her chest.

  "She's looking at you," Isabella murmured.

  Noticing the attention, Piper moved forward to the bed and sat on the edge.

  "Can I…?" Marlene asked.

  She nodded.

  A moment later, two soft hands cupped her breasts, their owner still entranced.

  Looking up, Piper shared an excited smile with her girlfriend.

  While Marlene played, Isabella took off her own jeans and shoes and stripped down to just her panties. She came over and tugged at her girlfriend's shoes,
too—and then Marlene's. Her attention divided between that note of finality and the breasts under her hands, the brunette quietly let her shoes be pulled away; once her shoes were off, it was clear that she was staying.

  Piper took that cue to slide her own pants down and join Isabella in wearing nothing but their underwear. Together they tugged at Marlene's clothes, and she lifted her arms to help, now committed to whatever she was in for. In moments, she was left in just her little bra and underwear with her arms folded awkwardly over her chest.

  "None of that here," Isabella told her, unfolding her arms and pushing her down on the bed. Undoing her bra, the blonde discarded it. Eyeing her prey with visible eagerness, she climbed up and above and sat on the brunette's chest to gently knead her handful-sized breasts.

  A sidelong glance told Piper her role.

  Moving to Marlene's legs where her butt still sat on the edge of the bed and her feet hung just above the floor, Piper could barely keep herself under control. The thought of getting her hands and mouth on a fourth girl—of feeling that new intimate slickness, of tasting that unique flavor, of breathing in that heady and personal scent, and, most of all, of making her inner walls clench with orgasm—made her every nerve burn aflame with pure animal arousal as her inner craving prepared for utter satisfaction.

  As her hands made contact with lithe thigh, she felt Marlene tremble. She knew that fear and nervousness masked arousal and taboo desires; she could feel it in the trembling girl, and it only spurred her on. Moving in to kiss up her thigh, Piper followed the trembles, relishing each one. Her kisses moved to light fabric where heat and humidity had already made themselves known. Growing the wet spot with her tongue, she licked up the fabric slowly, letting the anticipation, terror, and need build in the girl behind the pair of legs and feminine sex under her mouth. With Isabella in the way, Marlene couldn't see her, and that made the experience all the better. Piper felt like it was just her and a waiting pussy for her to play with—a toy in the greater sense of the word—and that was exactly what she wanted.

  Done with teasing, she reached up and pulled those panties down and off around one hanging foot before quickly returning to her living toy. Marlene's mound waited bare and exposed beneath a healthy crown of unshaven brown hair. Her open slit sat among that tussled hair, bright pink amid red skin and scattered dark lines.

  Mouth watering, Piper wasted no time in running her tongue up the girl's bare slit.

  Somewhere above, Marlene breathed, "Oh God…"

  Isabella turned her upper body around and peered down to watch her lick happily for a moment. Matching her gaze without slowing her lapping, Piper let her girlfriend see in her eyes just how much this fed her craving and turned her on. A knowing smirk grew across Isabella's face, and the blonde turned back to continue fondling their prey's breasts.

  The hair moving against her cheeks and nose as she licked was a new and interesting experience. It felt more natural somehow, more animal. The sheer innocence of this girl—and how little she'd expected to end up doing this—made Piper's inner fire burn even hotter.

  Between her own legs, she felt her panties shift under the weight of dampness seeping down. Sending a hand beneath, she began rubbing herself; her palm moved against her small landing strip of hair while her fingers massaged her soaked lips.

  In response to a particularly deep thrust of her tongue, Marlene's thighs came together and squeezed her head for a moment. Eagerly seeking more of that reaction, she thrust her tongue deeper and harder in that same spot, penetrating the girl's tight slick walls.

  Getting used to the new sensation of the hair against her cheeks, she began drinking in the unique flavor of this new girl sex on her tongue. It was a little sweet and reminiscent of Isabella, but darker in a complex way. Her scent matched those sensations, carrying an intense note of pure sexuality somehow. She felt that, underneath that quiet exterior, this was a girl through and through, a sexual being that wanted to pleasure and be pleasured. The thighs clamping around her head hinted that she was right.

  Above, Isabella took the brunette's growing moans as a sign that she was ready for more. The blonde stood, slid her panties off, and came back down in a smooth motion that left little time for protest.

  Her gaze traveling along the plane of Marlene's lithe body, Piper watched her girlfriend sit on the brunette's face. Marlene seemed scared at first, but Isabella gave her little choice. An already heated and glistening—not to mention, perfect—slit descended unerringly toward her mouth.

  Licking and thrusting harder to tip Marlene's inhibitions, Piper urged her on—and then began rubbing herself harder when she saw the brunette's chest rise with a breath of surrender. Her gaze remained locked on that flushed neck and the bottom of that feminine chin visible from her current angle; she shivered as Marlene's mouth begin moving against the slick undercurve of Isabella's perfect mound.

  All pretense and inhibition gone, the three girls went about the business of pleasuring each other. The air filled with increasingly loud moans.

  Piper watched Marlene's chin intently, catching glimpses of the wet lips and slick tongue exploring another girl for the first time. She could literally feel how turned on the brunette was growing as her juices surged and her walls clenched tightly every so often. She did her best to keep Marlene on the edge of orgasm for as long as she could manage, knowing that the high level of arousal was keeping her inhibitions down and her engagement high. She wanted Marlene to love licking pussy as much as she did. It turned her on to think that she and Isabella had made this happen, and, besides, Jessie deserved a girl like that.

  But then Marlene's inner walls clenched tightly around her tongue and a surge of juices and squirming thighs told her the girl was getting off—and powerfully. Thrashing about while still licking, the brunette made a series of desperate little noises before clenching up completely and shivering with intense orgasm.

  Pushed over the edge by the extra stimulation, Piper found herself suddenly surging with ecstasy as well. Breathing hard through her nose while she kept tonguing their guest, she let herself get completely lost in bliss and the experience of eating out her fourth girl. The intense orgasm practically blanked her senses for several moments.

  She pulled away, breathing hard, her panties soaked and her mouth dripping. It took her a minute to catch her breath, but, by the time she did, she realized Isabella was no longer on top of Marlene. Instead, the brunette lay staring at the ceiling, eyes wide.

  "That was intense…"

  Behind them, Isabella laughed. "It's not hardly over."

  Piper turned, pretty much guessing immediately what was about to happen. Her suspicions confirmed, she found her gorgeous girlfriend standing there confidently wearing a harness around her waist and proudly brandishing the strap-on.

  "Been waiting so long to use this again," Isabella commented, pulling Piper up and pushing her on the bed. Right after, she grabbed a surprised Marlene and flipped her over, leaving both girls on their tummies with their legs hanging off the edge of the bed. Her face a foot away on the bed, Piper looked over at their guest in surprise. Marlene looked back at her, eyes wide.

  "You're going to love this, trust me," Piper told her. She was still coming down from her orgasm, but definitely ready. She'd loved it the first time, but winter break had been long, and she'd almost forgotten.

  "I'll blame this on the vodka," Marlene breathed, just before gasping in response to a sudden stimulus. "Holy—"

  "Always religious swearing with this one," Isabella commented teasingly as she slowly slid further into their guest.

  Opting to watch the play of emotions and pleasure on Marlene's face, Piper studied her intently. Watching that first moment of utter fullness and penetration, she smiled. Next to her, Marlene gripped the sheets and buried her face.

  A rhythm started between the two, growing slowly until the brunette lifted her face again. Red with heat and arousal and strain, she thrust back against her penetrator, a look of
sheer ecstasy on her face. Enjoying the show, Piper reached down and started to rub herself, but Isabella slapped her hand away.

  "Never in my life did I think I'd have two girls ass up, fucking both of them!" the blonde commented in humored disbelief. "Piper, you've ruined me."

  "Then hurry up and fuck me!" she teased back.

  Isabella grinned and thrust harder, eliciting little screams from Marlene. Completely in another world of lust and thrusting bliss, the brunette arched her neck up and panted and moaned harder. Her orgasm moved up her body as a visible dark red flush against the lighter heat already throughout her skin. Enjoying every little detail of the orgasm in the feminine body next to her, Piper watched her eyes flutter. Clutching the sheets, Marlene buried her face again to muffle her own screams as her body moved with Isabella's thrusts and her own blissful clenching.

  A moment later, it was all over. Marlene collapsed in the sheets and Isabella withdrew, red-faced and sweaty. Excited for her turn, Piper turned and locked eyes with her girlfriend.

  A knock sounded on the door.

  "Hello?" Laura slurred drunkenly.

  "Fuck!" Isabella whispered. "Fuck fuck fuck! What time is it? Wait, forget it, get dressed!"

  Leaping up, Piper threw Marlene her clothes and began dressing rapidly with a pounding heart. What, they would open the door sweaty and red-faced? Isabella looked like she'd just run a marathon—and Marlene's chin-length pixie cut was a mess, to the point where it was very obvious that she'd just had sex.

  Still, the three girls dressed in a frenzy while ignoring the intensifying annoyed knocks until they were ready, dusted off, and the best that they would be.

  Isabella opened the door. "Get lost," she said to someone.

  Piper peered past her at the unfamiliar guy helping Laura stumble in.

  His cocky grin faded. He sighed and took off.

  Helping Laura to the other bed, Isabella put her down and tucked her in. Her sister was trashed; there was no danger of her noticing their sweaty and flushed appearances—or the distinct smell of girl sex hanging in the room.