by Lexie X
Piper almost lost herself staring at her girlfriend's round gorgeous breasts, flat tummy, and toned thighs, all completely bare except for light pink panties, but she forced herself to look away. Heart pounding, her thighs spattered wet with her own dripping juices, she managed to move to the bed and plunk down next to the two other girls.
Recently fully naked, Marlene seemed surprised and scooted over a little, but her partner just watched and waited to see what they were doing. Jessie sat on her knees bare from the waist up, and Piper snuck glances at her small firm breasts and hard nipples that were each pierced by a little metal stud. Looking up, she caught her old friend staring back at her in turn as her guarded brown eyes searched her bare body. Jessie's gaze stopped on her exposed sex to take in her protruding lips, her little landing strip of brown hair, and her reddened and glistening arousal. Still, neither of them said anything.
Isabella approached the bed brazenly, and Jessie's eyes turned to her luscious and painfully perfect body. A timeless, infinite, and uncertain moment seem to hang between all of them, hinging on the answer of one very obvious question—and Isabella, as usual, was the one with control of the answer. She moved forward, put one knee on the bed, and thrust her large breasts in Jessie's face. Using one light hand around her waist, she pulled the tattooed girl in.
Seeing her old friend give in and start kneading and sucking her girlfriend's breasts, the moment struck Piper oddly. It wasn't jealousy, not really; it was more that she sensed that something was off with Isabella, and that this was all a vaguely bad idea—but watching so much exposed skin and so much touching and licking was also having an effect on her. That heat combined with the drunken blanket on her thoughts just enough to keep her undecided. She remained captivated by Jessie's glistening tongue sliding around the curve of her girlfriend's breast.
The image stimulated her inner heat directly; when Marlene's soft hand found her wrist, she responded with instinct and passion. Marlene climbed on top of her, going for a kiss first—something which Isabella had not done with Jessie, a fact which was not lost on Piper. Feeling Marlene's need and attraction, she guessed at another possible reason why this was all a bad idea. If they were supposed to be hooking up Marlene with Jessie, then feeding this little crush was probably not a good—
—her thought lost, Piper arched her head back and gasped quietly as Marlene's searching hand slid down her tummy and found her bare aching mound. She tensed her legs, but her bare feet touched Jessie's thighs and she pulled back an inch after briefly feeling the rhythm of what her old friend had been doing in the movements of that leg. Glancing past Marlene, she saw Jessie worshipping each of Isabella's full breasts in turn, clearly engaged and aroused.
As her willpower faded, she realized that it was really happening. Images of all sorts of softness, slickness, fingering, licking, and pleasure danced through her head; her inner animal urged her to give in. Most of all, she kept mentally hearing Isabella telling her that they could do whatever they wanted. It was, after all, her girlfriend that had made this all happen.
Marlene's travelling kisses, having left trails of wetness down her tummy, now finally reached their destination. Pulling for more room, Marlene moved her lower body away from where Isabella and Jessie both sat on their knees. Letting her legs be dragged to the side, Piper took in a deep breath and locked eyes with the brunette.
Marlene smiled with drunken excitement and hovered inches above her bare sex, looking for approval.
Surprised at how deeply Isabella had done a number on the girl, Piper let out her breath slowly and nodded. She watched as an eager tongue slipped out and down, and then shuddered as the firm muscle slid up her slick lips. As her whole body filled with heat and need, she let herself begin enjoying the feeling, now committed to what was happening—for better or worse. Between her legs, Marlene lapped away, happy to finally get a chance to go down on her.
Across the low wide bed, Isabella had moved back on bent arms, and Jessie was almost reverently sliding her panties off along her long toned legs.
Isabella looked her way, and Piper caught her gaze—for a moment, she worried that something was wrong, but the blonde raised one eyebrow and gave her an enormously self-satisfied smirk. Laughing despite herself, Piper was the first to break the barrier of silence. Almost immediately after, Marlene gave a little noise of enjoyment, and then Jessie sighed loudly as she took in Isabella's perfect—and bare—pink slit.
Maybe there was something to this whole idea after all, Piper realized. The shared group energy was weird, but awesome. Truly giving in, she wrapped her legs around Marlene's back. The brunette responded by tilting her dangling hair out of the way and then burying her face.
Suddenly caught by the smooth chin, soft lips, and firm tongue working her sex, Piper gripped the sheets. Urged on, Marlene thrust her tongue deep between slick walls and then switched to quick licks while bringing her right hand around one leg and down along her mound to gently keep her clit in place with a careful finger and thumb.
"Did Isabella teach you that?" Piper asked happily, tensing against the sudden spike in pleasure. While flicking her tongue and smiling, Marlene just nodded. Curling up a little against the stronger feeling, Piper couldn't help but look past Marlene again to watch Jessie kiss slowly down between her girlfriend's legs.
Seeing her watching, Isabella began moving, and pulled Jessie along after. Sliding up next to Piper, the blonde casually fluffed a pillow, stretched out alongside her, and spread her legs until their bare thighs touched. A tight-lipped smile told Piper that her girlfriend knew exactly what she was doing.
Jessie kicked off her own pants and underwear before climbing between Isabella's legs again with one hand down underneath herself and the other running along the blonde's smooth thigh. She paused and looked up to her left.
Seeing askance again, but for a much different kind of approval, Piper momentarily forgot herself. It seemed insane that her estranged friend was now naked with them and asking, without words, whether it was alright if she went down on her girlfriend—but Jessie really seemed to want it, and it would be no hit to her relationship with Isabella. In a heated daze, Piper nodded and let her friend proceed.
And proceed she did. Dipping her head to take a long flat lick up Isabella's slit while she rubbed herself below, Jessie very visibly enjoyed the experience.
A hand gripped Piper's—it was Isabella, squeezing. The blonde leaned a little to her right and Piper turned to meet her for a deep kiss. Together, they lay back and enjoyed the efforts of the girls between their legs.
At first, Piper watched Jessie's face and waited for her to look up—but she never did, instead remaining completely focused on licking, sucking, and masturbating to what she was doing. She looked like she was in heaven; Piper knew that feeling well, so she knew that there would be nothing else in her friend's awareness. Leaning back, she resumed building the pleasure inside herself again. Marlene brought her left hand up, sucked on one finger, and then slid it in, exploring her tight folds while sucking gently on her clit.
Amazed at the new girl's quick learning, Piper arched up and began squeezing her own breast to try to get a handle on the pressure building within. Beside her, Isabella breathed deeper and moved in rhythm with Jessie's licking.
The shared panting and deep breathing of the four girls began rising with their efforts, growing increasingly more excited and more stimulated. Already well on her way to a peak thanks to Marlene's eager sucking and fingering, Piper let out the first true moan. That sound broke some intangible second barrier. Isabella joined her with throaty noises of pleasure, and she was quickly followed by the excited sounds of Jessie and Marlene openly enjoying themselves.
Squeezing her own breast and Isabella's hand, Piper felt her inner walls clenching as the intense anticipation in her lower body reached a breaking point. Marlene seemed to feel the squeezing of silk slickness around her finger and began sucking harder directly on her clit in response. Crying out, Pip
er shuddered; her body sank down with intense pressure, and then she arched up as the heat tore through her with sweet relief and intense bliss. Through the haze of rolling white in her head, she could feel her girlfriend's body buck with orgasm and vaguely hear Isabella panting beside her.
Piper could tell Marlene was watching her, but her eyes were on Jessie's ecstatic expression as the brunette tongued her girlfriend rapidly and forcefully. Isabella squeezed her hand almost painfully and they came together—both clenching, arching, and moaning through long and intense orgasms. Equally caught up, the two girls between their legs eagerly kept up their efforts without fail. The shared group energy seemed to push things to a higher level as all four girls became part of one moaning, bucking, and licking rhythm.
When she couldn't take it anymore, Piper took in a deep breath and released her legs.
Marlene sat up with a smile. The red-faced brunette wiped her mouth and chin, her chest still heaving with exertion and arousal.
Breathing heavily while she slowly returned to reality, Isabella took another few seconds to come down.
Leaning back on her knees and one arm, her eyes half-open and her body too turned on to stop, Jessie kept rubbing herself. Her engorged sex sat exposed under her hand, reddened and glistening. Watching, Piper realized that, under a trim little triangle of hair, Jessie had a piercing in her hood; naked and flushed, her lithe, tattooed, and pierced body ran very attractive. Filled with post-orgasm willingness and sexuality, Piper found herself wondering what her friend tasted like—or what it might feel like to curl up with that body, skill, and enthusiasm and lick the night away—but a small part of her knew that, if she really wanted to be Jessie's friend and avoid hurting her, it was a bad idea.
Instead, she leaned over and kissed her girlfriend. Isabella seemed surprised, but then passionately grabbed her and pulled her in to kiss her hard. Behind them, Marlene clambered over to Jessie.
"Let's go," Isabella whispered. "Let's leave them to it."
Nodding, Piper let her girlfriend make some excuse.
The two girls barely heard it.
Dressing quietly with Isabella, she stopped just before leaving the room and looked back. Both caught up in lust and pleasure, Jessie and Marlene lay curled together on their sides with their legs around each other's heads. The soft lithe bodies—and Jessie's firm butt—seemed naturally suited for one another, and utterly sexual. Feeling surreal, weird, and oddly satisfied, Piper gently closed the door behind herself as she left.
She grabbed her jacket and purse from the living room and met Isabella outside where the blonde waited stoically in the cold. "Do you think we'll be friends again? Do you think she'll text me?"
Isabella laughed triumphantly. "She'll text. Trust me. Just give her a bit, she'll be doing that with Marlene for a few days."
Still feeling a little weird about the whole thing, Piper did her best to keep up with her girlfriend's brisk walk. "So… things felt a little weird between us tonight."
Isabella didn't say anything.
Piper stepped ahead, turned, and stopped her. "Were you trying to get me to have sex with Jessie? Was this some weird test?"
Her expression turning a little frowny, Isabella shook her head. "Just having fun. We can fuck her and Marlene all we want as soon they're solidly together."
Blinking, Piper asked, "We can?"
"Yeah, why not?" Isabella asked. "We can do whatever we want together, right?"
"I mean, yes, but—"
"It's fine, Piper. Really, I promise."
"Okay…"
Isabella smiled. "Let's go home and cuddle."
Immediately charmed again, Piper relented. She was simply unable to feel suspicious with her girlfriend smiling at her like that. Still, a small part of her felt weird about the whole thing.
Just get to Friday, she reminded herself, just get to Friday…
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Chapter 3
Arriving home from her Thursday classes, Piper stopped awkwardly in place with her backpack frozen halfway down, as she realized that Isabella wasn't around—and Laura was.
"Hey," she greeted the imposingly beautiful brunette, slinging her backpack the rest of the way down while pretending her skin wasn't tingling at the older girl's presence.
Sitting on the other bed, Laura looked up from her laptop. "Hey." She paused for a second, then grimaced. "You're feeling weird that I'm still here, aren't you?"
Always caught off guard by that very Isabella-like ability to know what she was thinking, Piper sat on the bed she shared with her girlfriend and shrugged sheepishly.
"Sorry," Laura said, responding to her unspoken confirmation. "I guess I just don't really want to go home. I keep finding any excuse to stick around."
Piper curled her toes to keep cool in the face of shared solitude with what amounted to a sportier, more mature, and brunette version of her girlfriend. Laura's impossible mix of perfectly carven features and soft feminine vitality still kept her subtly electrified whenever the older girl was around.
Just don't do anything stupid, Piper, she told herself. Just one more day until the big date. "Um, have your parents calmed down any?"
Laura gave an apologetic frown. "Not really. It's going to be a long time before this blows over. But I can definitely tell that Izzie's going to be fine with you here."
Reddening lightly and smiling despite their subtle awkward distance, Piper raised one shoulder. "Thanks."
"Credit where credit's due," the older girl insisted. "You two aren't traditional at all, but maybe that's what my baby sister needs—her own kind of life. You're already doing better than my marriage, anyway."
"Oh." Piper began to comprehend why the brunette might not be eager to return home.
"It's not my kids," Laura said quickly. "I love them so much. So, so much. But my husband's had a girl on the side for a couple years now."
"Shit, that sucks."
Laura nodded with sad agreement. "Hey, I think Izzie's out for most of the night, want to go get a drink? If we're going to be in each other's lives, it'd be nice to get to know you more."
Heart pounding, Piper put on a pleasant face. "Sure, let me just text Isabella and compare plans."
"You mean make sure it's alright if you hang out with me."
She froze up, not sure what to say.
"It's alright," Laura offered. "I know our relationship as sisters is less than Hollywood perfect. It's not your fault."
Not sure how to react, Piper could only smile awkwardly and focus on unpacking her backpack. Relaxing somewhat once Laura's attention wasn't directly on her, she went about texting her girlfriend.
Isabella replied after a few minutes. "At a new study group. Won't be back til late. Definitely go, have fun. She seems a little down, so show her a good time! ;)"
Winky face? Piper stared at the text for a moment, then up at the excruciatingly gorgeous brunette on the other bed. Laura sat focused on her laptop and watching a show with one audio bud still in her opposite ear.
She looked back at the text. Seriously? Fucking winky face? Isabella couldn't possibly mean for her to… no, that'd be… well, actually, it'd be only slightly more twisted and dark than everything else they'd done. Shaking her head in confusion, she threw off the whole concept. That was a bad idea. Bad, bad, bad, bad idea. There would be none of that, even if Isabella had been implying something.
"What'd she say?" Laura asked, turning those gorgeous green eyes her way.
Piper curled her toes a little tighter and gave her best pleasant smile. "Looks like we're going out."
Walking alongside Laura to a bar she'd never heard of before, Piper kept her eyes forward and her conversation light, intent on managing the strangeness of the situation and her own intense attraction. A circle of fuzzy electricity tingled constantly around the edges of her awareness, daring her to sneak glances at her companion. It just seemed so weird how much like Isabella she was—and yet so different. Without realizing it, she found herself
talking about her own family and how different Brian, Sam, and the twins were from each other.
Laura smiled along with her stories. "They seem fantastic."
"They really are," Piper had to admit, before wincing when the brunette wasn't looking. So much for her plan to avoid engaging. Something about Laura's calm and confident manner kept the brunette in simple pleasant control, and Piper began feeling in over her head. It was a different kind of control than Isabella's, and one she had less experience with—and, of course, damnit, the tingling all around her started taking on a warmer undertone as she began thinking about the possibility of being made to submit to that control. Forcing her heart to slow, she took a moment to focus.
Perfectly happy to walk in casual silence, Laura let the conversation lull; of course, that silence soon had Piper's heart beating faster again as she started wondering, worrying, and overthinking herself.
"Here we are," Laura finally said, looking ahead.
The bar was a few blocks farther than Piper had ever been, but it was nice enough. It looked like the sort of place the resident townies might make a regular thing of; professional, but cozy, and not at all like the rowdy and obnoxious campus bars.
"We found this place my senior year," the brunette explained, leading the way inside. "It's got a nice atmosphere, and the guys are usually older and less prone to hit on you constantly."
"Hah, yeah." Piper laughed reflexively, but then realized that Laura had been serious. She shook her head, feeling silly. She could only imagine the Beautiful People Problems someone like Laura had to put up with. What a tough life!
Picking a small table in a back corner, Laura politely pulled out a chair for her and smiled at her expression. "You usually go out with a big group of girls?"
"Um, yeah, actually," she replied, caught mid-thought. "Why?"
