by Lexie X
"Um, I should go," Marlene said, zipping up her jacket. "Been… nice meeting you…?"
Isabella stayed with her sister, but, afraid that they would lose her—and their plan—Piper followed their guest into the hallway.
"Hey," she said, stopping Marlene in her tracks. "Did you have fun?"
The brunette ran a hand through her own hair, visibly conflicted. "Yeah, that was crazy."
"And you're going to text me tomorrow?"
Marlene looked up at her in surprise. "This feels a little like a one-time thing. You two were so slick about it, and I don't even know how I… ended up doing all that…"
Piper shook her head. "We've never done this before."
"Really?"
"Really. I think we could be really good friends. I had fun tonight. You text me tomorrow, alright?"
Marlene made a half-turn away, then back, then away again, until she finally settled on a nod. "Alright." She walked away, still confused and satisfied.
Piper returned to the room with a sigh, closed the door behind her, and slumped down.
Isabella came over and sat next to her against the door. "So, that was pretty nuts."
"Seriously."
"What'd you say to her?"
"She'll text me tomorrow."
Isabella nodded. "I was really looking forward to fucking you again," she whispered.
Piper looked at her, then at her bed, where Laura lay passed out. "Think we could get away with it?"
The blonde perked up, but then sighed. "Nah, that'd just be weird, really. How about we make time tomorrow? We'll find an excuse to get her out of the room."
A grin crept up Piper's face. "Alright." She matched her girlfriend's gaze, heart full of every single positive emotion in the world. Isabella's bright green eyes returned every bit of that intensity and warmth. A long moment passed. She gulped.
Isabella's lip suddenly trembled and her eyes began to mist.
"You know what I'm thinking, don't you?" Piper asked, heart racing. "You always do."
"How can you?" the blonde asked, responding to her unspoken statement, a tear breaking free and running down her cheek. "With my horrible family, and how fucked up I am."
"That's why," Piper responded softly. "You and I, we're both dirty little perverts, evenly and oppositely matched. Nobody else could ever get us."
Fighting tears, Isabella swallowed audibly. "Save it," she whispered. "Don't say it yet. This—" She waved one hand at her trashed sister, and another at the girl they'd just seduced and used together. "This is a mess."
"I'm alright with it. We're always going to be a mess, Isabella."
The blonde's face screwed up even more. "And you always use my full name, never Izzie, and why? Why do you do that? How do you just do that, naturally? I love that so much, and you don't even know, you just do it."
Piper began tearing up herself; she wiped away a little moisture from one eye with her thumb. "Let's go on a date, then."
"A date?"
"A fancy date," Piper added. "Because I have something important to tell you."
"You do?" Isabella asked, feigning ignorance with a smile.
Piper nodded and pulled her close. Her girlfriend leaned her head on her shoulder, happy to hide the fact that she was crying. They sat together for a time, just feeling each other's heartbeats. A million things went through Piper's head—all of them amazed, positive, and glowing. That moment felt, to her, like it could last forever.
Laura suddenly sat up with a groan, leaned over the edge of the bed, and puked.
"Oh, god!" Isabella shouted, and the tension and quiet imploded as both girls squeezed each other and fell into a fit of disgusted laughter.
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Loving Piper
The date is set. Come Friday night, at a fancy restaurant, Piper will finally tell Isabella that she loves her - but there's a whole week of temptation between her and that intense moment. Between her girlfriend's twisted desires, their willing little slave Marlene, the return of her old best friend Jessie, and the mercurial presence of Isabella's painfully gorgeous older sister Laura, it seems like Friday is a whole world away. Piper resolves to keep her head on straight and avoid doing anything stupid... but, in her unique relationship with Isabella, the boundaries are rarely clear... and, past all that, the question remains: does Isabella feel the same way?
Content advisory: contains strong themes of domination and submission, first times between girls, and a long, salacious buildup and payoff.
This is Part 11 of "Steps to Submission", following Piper's descent into sexuality and depravity at the hands of her roommate.
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My Roommate’s Girlfriend
Seduction Games
Sorority Seductions
Tempting Jennifer
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STEPS TO SUBMISSION
Training Piper
Servicing Isabella
Piper's Submission
Loving Isabella
Catching Isabella
Piper's Play
Piper's Awakening
Isabella's Desire
Piper's Craving
Isabella's Game
Loving Piper
Isabella's Secret
Piper's Game
Piper's Scheme
Isabella's Voyeur
Piper's Humiliation
Piper's Choice
Isabella's Choice
Isabella's Teacher
Piper's Temptation
Piper's Crush
Isabella's Gift
Isabella's First
Isabella's Passion
Piper’s Proposal
SERENA'S SUBMISSION
Foreplay
Dominated
Passion
Breaking Nicole
THE LOCKET
Emma's Hypnosis
Lydia's Hypnosis
Gwen's Hypnosis
NOVELS
Lynn's Craving
My Roommate’s Girlfriend
Seduction Games
Sorority Seductions
Tempting Jennifer
ANTHOLOGIES
Virgin Lesbians: Erotic First Time Stories
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p; Virgin Lesbians II: Erotic Stories of Seduction
Virgin Lesbians III: Sapphic First Times
Virgin Lesbians IV: Kinky First Times
NOVELLAS
The Fake Photoshoot
Foursome
Sex, Lies, and Magic
SHORT STORIES
Lexie's Lessons
Teaching Lexie
Should We?
Seducing Sadie
Coaxing Kate
Practice
Sara's Dare
Brianna (FREE)
Brianna's Fantasy
Angela's Awakening
Angela's Explorations
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Thumping away at her ribcage, her heart ran like a forge. Fighting the rushing in her head, she waited through several rings with the phone held tightly against her ear. A chipper male voice answered soon enough.
"Um, I'd like to make a reservation," Piper repeated the words she'd practiced, too nervous to initially comprehend what the restaurant host was saying.
"What day and time are you looking for?" he asked.
"Is there… a Friday at eight open?" She gulped and waited for the young man's light humming to end.
"Yep, one spot left," he finally said.
She tensed up and gave her information in a daze. So it was actually going to happen!
"Great, I've got you down for Friday at eight o'clock," he continued. "You sound a little flustered, if you don't mind me saying. Big night?"
Nodding without realizing it, Piper gave an affirmative noise. "Gonna tell someone I love them."
"Romantic!" He laughed. "Well, good luck. We'll see you Friday at eight o'clock!"
She brought the phone down after the call ended and stared at it with distant eyes. Finally saying it out loud meant it was real—and having a scheduled reservation meant it was actually going to happen. There was a set time and a set place. It was out of her hands now, really. All she had to do was get to Friday. That was a simple enough thing. She just had to survive until the weekend without messing anything up or doing anything stupid.
Noticing movement, she looked across the room to where Laura lay prone in bed. Her expression unreadable, the brunette watched her with those remarkable green eyes that she shared so strongly with her sister.
"Morning," Piper said lightly, trying to mask her alarm. "Did you just wake up?"
"Yeah," Laura responded after a moment. "I might head out tonight. Izzie seems like she's feeling better."
"Definitely," she said with a smile, relieved that the brunette hadn't heard her phone conversation.
Sitting through her first day of classes completely oblivious and out of sorts, Piper used all of her willpower just to grab the syllabus for each class. Every so often, she felt her phone vibrate; each time, she surreptitiously responded to a text from Isabella. The texts weren't anything deep or important, but every single one made her heart sing. She rushed home from her last class excited.
Isabella sat within doing her makeup, her dress up around her waist. "Hey!" she said, smiling warmly in the mirror. "I know we had some shenanigans to make time for tonight, but we gotta go out instead." The blonde glanced down meaningfully.
"Alright." Moving past her girlfriend, Piper noticed a familiar waifish and feminine body on hands and knees between Isabella's legs. A long brunette pixie cut bobbed with the efforts of the girl beneath. Laughing, Piper slapped her on her jean-clad butt. "Hey, Marlene!"
Marlene responded with an embarrassed noise but did not stop what she was doing.
Trying to keep focus while doing her makeup, Isabella took a deep breath. "You know, this was supposed to be you."
"Didn't exactly go according to plan, did it?" Piper taunted, her tone mischievous. She leaned in and gave her girlfriend a smooch.
"My lipstick!" the blonde complained, not really annoyed at all.
Laughing lightly, Piper continued on to their shared bed and plopped down. "Where are we going tonight?"
Looking at her in the mirror, Isabella gave a little nod down toward Marlene. "Somewhere that we might run into your friend."
Quieting for a serious moment, she wondered what Jessie had been doing in the month and a half since they'd stopped being friends. Did it bother her, too? Did she think about it and feel hurt over the whole thing?
Watching some girl toy busily lick her girlfriend, Piper began wondering whether what they were planning to do was even a good idea. Was manipulation really the best way to get a friend back?
Her body tensing, Isabella stopped doing her makeup for a moment. "Stop."
"What?" Marlene asked from below, surprised. "I thought you were about to—"
"Yeah, I was," the blonde told her firmly. "But I'd like to save my energy for Piper. She is my girlfriend, after all."
"Oh." Marlene crawled out and up awkwardly, not sure what to do next. Red-faced, she wiped her mouth with a humiliated swipe and then moved to the opposite bed and sat there trying not to make eye contact with anyone.
Isabella picked up her phone. "Oh, it's the girls. I'll be right back."
After she stepped out, Marlene looked up in consternation. "I don't… she makes me feel bad sometimes."
Hiding the fact that she was secretly amused and amazed at how easily Isabella could manipulate the unsuspecting girl, Piper put on a compassionate expression. "She can be a little callous," she pretended to admit. She knew exactly what her girlfriend was doing. Isabella being just a little too mean about it all so that Marlene would later jump at someone who was anything but mean—someone like Jessie. "Sorry."
"It's alright," the embarrassed brunette responded quickly. "To tell the truth, I don't even know how she got me to do it in the first place. I came over expecting to go out to the bars, and she just started talking, and then I was… getting on my knees…" Trying to make sense of her own actions, she shook her head.
Piper laughed with genuine compassion this time, knowing full well how it felt when Isabella wanted something. "Yeah, she's good like that." Sitting there alone together, it was obvious by Marlene's awkward glances that the brunette was still aroused and still wanting to do more, but Piper said nothing, instead opting to draw out the torture with an innocent smile.
"So, you two, together… how'd that happen?" Marlene asked, curious.
"Long story," Piper laughed. "Let's just say that Isabella always gets what she wants—but she had no idea what she was getting into with me."
Marlene gave a sheepish smile. "I kinda—"
Isabella stormed back in, cutting her off. "The girls will be a little late," she said quickly. "So we have time after all."
Piper sat up, immediately excited. "Time?"
"I'll have to re-do my makeup," Isabella muttered to herself, rushing about and grabbing things from under the beds as she calculated the time she had left out loud.
"What's up?" Marlene asked.
Isabella turned and locked the door before pointing at Marlene. "You, stay there. You already got fucked last night."
"Oh!" Piper exclaimed, scooting forward to the edge of their shared bed. "Should I get naked?"
"Get naked!" Isabella confirmed quickly, fretting with her dress for a moment before deciding to leave it on. "Screw it, no time." She pulled the strap-on harness out of its bag and slid it on over her dress, somehow still too graceful to come off as anything but arousing.
Piper had barely gotten her pants down before her girlfriend came over and grabbed her by the hair. Surprised, she let herself be forcefully flipped and pinned down on the edge of the bed with her feet out and her knees hanging just above the carpet. Isabella rubbed her panties for a second to feel her out before pulling the fabric aside. Pinned on her stomach by one firm hand on her back and feeling exposed, Piper shivered with anticipation. Her girlfriend's fingers caressed her bare lips.
"Not wet enough yet," Isabella commented.
"I could help…" Marlene vo
lunteered.
Piper felt Isabella turn and look at the girl, certain that the blonde was grinning sadistically. Marlene's looks and manner hinted that she had a crush, and Isabella wasn't about to pass up using that to some advantage.
"Hmm," Isabella seemed to ponder the offer aloud. "Not quite yet. But why don't you come over here and let her go down on you? Nothing gets Piper wet faster than licking pussy."
"Talking dirty are we?" Piper asked, excited.
Isabella held her down tighter in response. "No back-talk."
Pressed hard into the sheets, Piper felt her body already warming. Isabella seemed to know how to perfectly press her buttons. She squirmed eagerly, and the blonde used her free hand to slap her bare ass cheek hard enough that it stung.
"Oh, you liked that," Isabella realized aloud. "I think we'll have to do some more of that when there's time."
Filled with electricity in response to the subtle humiliation and stinging slap, Piper wasn't sure whether to frown or smile. The slap had hurt, but had only turned her on more; she remained intrigued at her own responses, and at the possibility of exploring further with her girlfriend.
Marlene climbed across the bed next to her and slid down with her back to the wall before spreading her legs on either side of Piper's head. The brunette's pants were already gone, discarded somewhere in the room. She bore a sheepish smile, still not sure how to react to Isabella's orders—or why she found herself complying with them so readily.
Her face pressed against fabric, highly aware of the soft skin and unshaven hair beneath, Piper used her nose and cheek to push aside Marlene's panties. Anticipating that complex and lightly sweet flavor unique to the innocent girl, she pushed her face against soft hair and heated mound before squeezing her tongue out and down between slick lips and her own chin.
The intimate slickness, sexual flavor, and feminine scent immediately brought a surge of heat between her legs. Going straight to her happy place, she moved her head up and down while using her neck to put pressure behind her lapping tongue.
