Steps to Submission Volume 3: Virgin Lesbian Erotic Romance (Steps to Submission Bundles)

by Lexie X

  Dressing quickly, Piper smiled, realizing that such darkness was one of the reasons she loved her freak girlfriend. She could only hope that her excitement for that darkness—anticipation, rather than fear—was something for which the blonde might love her back.

  The girls arrived in a chaos of laughter and shots, soon sweeping the three of them out to the bar in a chattering current of discussion about the first day of classes. Only barely able to remember what classes she was even in, Piper did her best to make small talk while her focus remained elsewhere. Her heart full of joy and anticipation, she exchanged endless glances and grins and sly smirks with Isabella, barely able to keep herself from jumping her gorgeous girlfriend right there in public. At the same time, she tried to watch Marlene carefully, corralling her interactions to keep her primed and ready for what they needed to happen. The innocent brunette was visibly swept up in the night out, in all the attention of being new to the group, and in her secret confusions and lusts.

  Piper watched her with the curious feeling that she was seeing a version of herself from all those months ago. It made her feel fuzzy and strange to think about how Isabella had zero feelings for Marlene. The brunette was truly just a prop—an unsuspecting girl being manipulated solely for the realization of the blonde's twisted lusts. Isabella's comment earlier had been very true: that was supposed to have been her.

  But it wasn't her. Somehow, that was not how it had turned out. Reaching down, she gripped Isabella's hand tight. Those delicate fingers squeezed back and their owner smiled knowingly at her for a long private moment amid the storm of group conversation. Wanting to blurt her feelings then and there, Piper bit her lip and held back for the right moment. Instead of speaking her mind, she turned to Isabella and whispered. "So, it's all set for Friday at eight."

  "Set?" the blonde asked.

  "Our fancy date," she said as quietly as she could while so excited.

  Isabella's smile dropped. "Wow." She looked away, then back again. "Friday…"

  Piper nodded and pressed her lips together in a failed attempt to hide her exuberant smile.

  Taking a deep breath, Isabella visibly steeled herself. "Friday it is," she finally said, smiling with a mix of anticipation and apprehension. "Wow."

  Squeezing her girlfriend's hand again, Piper turned back to the group conversation to let Isabella have time with her own thoughts. She knew her girlfriend through and through, and she knew the outwardly amazing and confident blonde was secretly equal parts excited and scared, but all they had to do was make it to Friday without doing anything stupid and everything would be alright.

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  Chapter 2

  Isabella turned in her seat and hit her shoulder lightly. "There she is!"

  On her third drink, Piper took a moment to react. Turning, she watched the only approaching girl. It took her a second to realize that the girl was Jessie—not only was her hair about an inch longer, it now ran light brown in a fringe cut with straight bangs. After she sat and took off her jacket, her tattoos were still somewhat visible along her cleavage, but her shirt was startlingly normal and nothing like her usual dark fashions.

  Isabella made to stand and approach her, but Piper shook her head. "I'll get this."

  Nervous, but compassionate and apologetic, she slid up next to her old friend at the bar. "I miss you!" she said abruptly, not giving the other girl a chance to storm away. "Please don't leave."

  Surprised, Jessie just stared at her for a long moment. Snapped out of it only by the bartender asking her what she wanted, she ordered a Black Russian and then looked down at the bar's smooth surface. "You didn't do anything wrong."

  Pausing for a breath, Piper tried to guess what she meant, but failed. "Huh?"

  "You sound like you're apologizing," Jessie explained quietly. "Don't. You didn't do anything wrong. You found somebody. It just wasn't me, that's all."

  Piper studied her old friend for a moment. "You meeting anyone here…?"

  Jessie took her drink and sat sullenly over it. "Nope."

  "Want to come hang with us?"

  The sullen brunette looked over at the table where Isabella, Marlene, and the dolled-up girls sat laughing and drinking. She stared at each of the pretty girls in turn, not quite believing her eyes. "Well, fuck! I don't even know if my panties can handle that situation right now."

  Frowning, but laughing, Piper scooted slightly closer. "Please? It would be really great to talk to you again." She looked at her friend's drink. "And I don't think we've ever gotten drunk together, so it's the perfect opportunity."

  "I'm usually a coffee girl," Jessie admitted. "But I don't think it's a good idea. I'm sorry, Piper. It's too frustrating."

  "Oh." She stood in place awkwardly, genuinely pained that her honesty and empathy hadn't worked. She'd had this idea that if she could just—

  "Who's that?" Jessie asked.

  Piper glanced back once, then a second time, before pressing her lips together in a restrained smile. "That's Marlene."

  Leaning back, Jessie tried to seem casual about it. "So… what's her situation?"

  "Single, if that's what you mean. And available… in our kind of way."

  Jessie pulled her drink around as she sat facing the group. Catching Marlene's third glance in their direction, she said. "I guess hanging with you guys for a little couldn't hurt."

  "What are you up to?" Piper whispered to Isabella as they followed Marlene and Jessie through the cold toward the latter's house.

  Grimacing against the cold, Isabella gave her best screwed-up mischievous expression. "Gotta make sure Marlene goes through with it."

  "Won't she, though?" she asked, watching the two girls laugh and flirt up ahead. "What does going back to someone's place for drinks mean, if not that? It's like when you and I took her home."

  "Just gotta make sure."

  "Alright," Piper gave in. "Hey, are you excited about Friday?"

  "Yeah."

  She frowned. "Are you sure…?"

  As they walked, Isabella turned and met her gaze with conflicted green eyes. "I'm excited. And scared. And my first instinct is to drink."

  "But you haven't had that much tonight."

  "No, I haven't," the blonde agreed, looking forward again at their prey. "I think I'll not do that, and do this instead. With you."

  "Okay," Piper replied, confused, excited, wary, and relieved all at the same time.

  They came to a familiar brief set of steps, passed the rickety porch Piper remembered well, and pushed on into the house beyond. The two couches and television were still there, but nobody was around. "Where are all your roommates?"

  "Out, for once," Jessie exclaimed. "House to myself for like the third time this year! Sit anywhere you like. You can put your jackets and purses down over there. Anyone want a beer?"

  "I'll have one," Marlene responded immediately before following her into the kitchen.

  Piper made to follow as well, but Isabella's hand roughly held her back. The blonde shook her head and then stood still, listening. A light giggle and the subtle sounds of two girls making out emanated from the kitchen.

  Putting a hand over her own mouth, Piper dragged her girlfriend to one of the couches. "You did it!" she whispered, trying not to laugh out of amazement.

  Coolly, Isabella replied, "Of course."

  "How did you even know she'd be at that bar tonight?"

  The blonde grimaced. "You caught me. I may have stalked her online. But it's for a good cause!"

  "A very good cause," Piper whispered, grinning widely.

  Jessie came back in the room with two beers in each hand and talking as if she'd been giving a tour of the house. Red-faced and trying to act nonchalant, Marlene nodded along with her.

  Piper took one of the beers offered and began looking for an excuse to jet, given that the inevitable was going to happen between the two girls the moment she and Isabella were gone, but her girlfriend seemed to have a different idea.

  "How about a
tour?" the blonde suggested after a swig of her beer. "I've heard so much about you. Where does the infamous Jessie live?"

  Jessie peered at her with a suspicious smirk, but the alcohol—and Marlene—clearly had her feeling too good to care. "Upstairs!" she exclaimed, stomping up the steps.

  "Let's go," Isabella said, before following her up.

  Marlene looked over and gave a sheepish but excited smile before following as well.

  Her head a little fuzzy from all the drinking, but suspicious that something was up with her girlfriend, Piper followed last.

  The room lay almost exactly as she remembered. The rock and punk posters all over the walls were still there, but the gorgeous naked women pinned between had changed. She noticed, too, that Jessie had gotten new blankets on her bed—green, rather than blue.

  Wide-eyed, Marlene stared around at the women on the walls.

  "You like?" Jessie asked, plopping down on the edge of her bed.

  The drunk brunette slowly brought her stare around to Jessie and then nodded. Trying not to be too obvious about it, she glanced back at the two of them. Isabella raised one eyebrow provocatively—then casually reached over and slammed Jessie's bedroom door shut.

  Immediately noticing Jessie's confused glance, Piper turned to her girlfriend. "What are you doing, Isabella?"

  "Having fun."

  Piper thought she detected an almost imperceptible bite hidden in her girlfriend's cheery tone, but she couldn't be certain. "Are you sure?" she asked, glancing back at Jessie again, who sat up taller on her bed with a more concerned expression.

  "Will it change the way you feel about me?" Isabella asked, her words quiet enough so that the other two girls couldn't make out exactly what she was saying.

  Glancing at them, Piper shook her head. She had no feelings for Marlene other than light friendship, and Jessie—she shook her head—she was more concerned with their friendship and whether it would really come back. "No, it won't change how I feel about you, but—"

  "Good," Isabella cut her off. "We can do whatever we want… together."

  "I guess," she replied, about to protest further, but Isabella moved in, pulled her tight, and kissed her hard. Warming immediately while the alcohol confused her willpower, Piper sank into the kiss. Her girlfriend's insistent tongue and soft lips brought a sense of relief. Something had been slightly off between them all night, but not here, not now, not this close. She had a vague sense, through her drunken and warming haze, that somebody might stop them—that Jessie would interrupt, or that Marlene would feel like she was in over her head and cop out—but nobody seemed to be saying anything. Her first sidelong glance between kisses found Marlene and Jessie just staring at them. Both girls were confused, drunk, and wary.

  Her second glance caught Jessie pulling Marlene back toward the bed. By the time she came up from the deep kissing to get a good look, the two brunettes were making out on the bed. Jessie sat on top, rubbing her lower body against the newbie underneath her.

  The pieces came together for Piper as she saw that. There were some different things about Jessie after their two months apart—a confidence, a change somehow—but there was something stronger than those changes. She still, at a basic level, wanted to be part of something. Her stupid roommates were obnoxious, and being a lone lesbian freshman in college was no easy life. Piper realized that her old friend was probably just drunk enough to go along with her need to belong to a group—and four made a group.

  Pulling away from their kiss, she caught Isabella's gaze. "Tell me," she whispered. "Tell me you're that fucking good that you knew this would work. That you didn't just try it blind and risk my friendship with her because you're scared."

  The blonde's green eyes trembled. "I did think it would work."

  "You did?"

  Isabella grimaced. "But I probably should have… thought more about it… or talked to you first."

  Insistent hands gripped her sides lightly, but Piper fought her inner urges to stay strong.

  "I'm sorry," Isabella whispered.

  "Okay," she replied with a sigh. "So what happens next?"

  Isabella glanced over and made sure the other girls were too busy with each other to listen. Her gaze came back intent. "Anything we want. This is a weird kind of bonding for her after so much time feeling different and alone. She'll have Marlene, and she'll finally have people. She'll have us."

  Relief hit Piper as she realized that Isabella had thought it through. When and how had she even had the chance? All the blonde knew of Jessie was what she'd been told, and any intuition gleaned from one night of drinking with her. "You're a twisted genius," she whispered, smiling brightly. "Have I ever told you that?"

  "I think so," the blonde replied, also relieved. "But I don't mind being told again!"

  "Punk," Piper laughed softly. "So what do we do now?"

  "Like I said, anything we want."

  Watching Isabella's smile and confident green eyes, Piper realized she'd meant exactly what she'd said, because nothing could come between them.

  Putting her arms over her girlfriend's shoulders, she brought her close and kissed her back with even more passion than before. Delighting in the feel of Isabella's firm large chest against her own, she gave in to the alcohol and heat and decided to throw all inhibition to the wind. If Isabella wanted anything, then maybe she should get it.

  Delicate but firm hands slid further down her sides and gripped her butt, pulling her in tighter so that a pressed thigh could begin working its magic. Responding in kind, Piper adjusted her own leg to slip between her girlfriend's thighs as they made out. Noises to their right told her that Jessie and Marlene were making out and grinding just as deeply on the bed; a subsequent glance found that Jessie had worked off the waifish brunette's top already.

  Thrilled and amazed that they were really going to do this, Piper pulled her girlfriend away from the door to give them both more room to move. She began kissing down firm jaw and soft neck, making her way along solid collarbone and down yielding flesh to kiss around Isabella's cleavage. The blonde responded by taking a moment to lift her top off, and then Piper's questing hands found her bra and pulled it down to partially free those gorgeous round breasts she could never seem to get enough of.

  Adding her tongue to her efforts, she licked gently around her girlfriend's areolas to tease her before finding her nipple and sucking it gently to firmness. Her hands moved up to knead and squeeze the curves just below. Breathing deeper, Isabella arched to give a better angle for the mouth and hands working her chest. Squeezing a little harder, Piper grinned at her girlfriend as she flicked her tongue against a now-hard nipple, but the blonde's attention was on the two other girls. Reaching up, she grabbed Isabella's chin and brought her back forward.

  Isabella responded by sending her hands to explore and grasp with greater heat.

  Just after getting her girlfriend's bra fully off, Piper found herself gripped harder and spun around. She stood facing the girls on the bed while Jessie worked her way lower on Marlene's half-bare body.

  Reaching around from behind her, Isabella undid her belt and pulled her pants down forcefully. Surprised, Piper helped kick her jeans off around her ankles and then looked up in time to see Jessie glance her way. Heart racing, she began to wonder just what this experience would be like. The four of them having sex in the same room—just how far did Isabella intend to take this?

  Her answer came in the form of a forceful push downward. Isabella held her tightly, brought her to her knees, and then pressed her down all fours. Feeling darkly turned on in that way she loved so much, Piper focused on breathing steadily and managing the heat within. She was intent on keeping control of herself in case Isabella wanted to go too far, but the soft hands caressing her bare butt had other plans for her self-control.

  Curled fingers pulled her panties down to her bent knees, allowing cool air direct access across her exposed sex while the lowered fabric bound her more or less in place. Shuddering, eyes
fluttering, she watched Jessie take down Marlene's pants. Her old friend glanced her way again, making sure she was looking; in those hard brown eyes, Piper thought she saw shades of hurt and darkness. She felt uncertain whether what was about to happen would help heal those feelings or make them worse.

  Supple fingers cupped her mound and disrupted her thoughts by eliciting an unbidden gasp of excitement. Steadying herself on the brown carpet beneath her flattened hands, she tried to steel herself, but her girlfriend knew exactly how to touch her. Rubbing her mound in slow circles with that cupped hand, Isabella worked her inner fires hotter by using her palm to massage her slick lips and pressure her hooded clit.

  Staring down at the carpet and well aware of what her twisted girlfriend was trying to do, Piper focused on resisting the arousal and pleasure building in her lower body. She knew Isabella was trying to get her too turned on to have any inhibitions. It felt like the early days of their relationship all over again, colored dark and manipulative; held down on her hands and knees, being expertly played. The only problem was, thinking about it only turned her on more. This was one of the things she loved Isabella for, but it was also true that if Isabella felt the same way in return it was at least partially because of how much she made the manipulative blonde work for it.

  Rolling to her side and pulling away from those amazing fingers with all her willpower, Piper lifted her knees and got her panties the rest of the way off to free herself from that soft restraint. Isabella watched her with a neutral gaze and waited for her next move, but Piper knew her well enough to be certain that she was both annoyed at having her plan disrupted and intrigued at what her plaything might do instead.

  Nobody had yet said a word for fear of breaking the weird drunken group energy, so she went for it without speaking. Pulling at Isabella's jeans forcefully, she got her girlfriend down to just her panties. Visibly enjoying making her struggle, the blonde helped somewhat, but didn't make it easy.