by Lexie X
"It's a defense mechanism," Laura laughed. "Safety in numbers. That's the only reason you haven't been swamped under by drunk suitors. You've definitely got the curse."
She sat opposite the brunette and raised one eyebrow. "The curse?"
"The triple deadly. You're pretty," she explained, lifting one finger. "But you don't know it." She lifted a second finger. "And your feelings are all over your face. You wear your heart on your sleeve, so to speak. That makes you ridiculously approachable." She lifted her third finger and curled her pinky and thumb together to keep the formation. "You've got all three. Kinda makes me jealous."
Blushing rather furiously but keeping eye contact with all her willpower, Piper exhaled in disbelief. "I don't know about all that. I mean you're so…" She threw one hand out, indicating a whole range of beautiful features and mannerisms that elevated her companion to a whole other level.
Laura smirked and put one finger down while keeping the other two up. "Oh trust me, I know, and that's the problem. I'm pretty and I'm approachable, but I know it." She kept sultry eye contact for a long trailing moment.
Reacting far more slowly than she would have liked, Piper finally managed to stop staring at her companion's lovely green eyes. She shook her head slightly and blinked. "And that's bad?"
"Of course," Laura shot back. "It changes the game completely. I'm not someone to be played or conquered. Most guys talk themselves out of hitting on me before they even try."
Feeling her tingles take on a different kind of heat, Piper let her smile fade and wondered if she'd just been vaguely insulted.
"Oh, I'm not belittling you at all," Laura continued, reading her face. "It's only what they think—and the difference between what they expect and what you really turn out to be is probably pretty huge."
"That's…" Piper sat a little taller, kind of blown away. "Yeah, that's exactly what happened."
"With my sister?"
She nodded.
"I thought so. She's used to getting everything she wants, especially from our parents, which is why I thought this whole family implosion would be worse on her."
Piper narrowed her eyes. Was that what Laura really thought of her sister? It wasn't the first time the brunette had said something to that effect—something completely, utterly, and totally the opposite of Isabella's secret inner feelings.
"But I guess with you, she got more than she bargained for," Laura continued, looking up as a waitress approached. Without asking what she wanted, the brunette ordered a drink for both of them, but somehow got the drink that she was secretly craving exactly right. Not about to be awed by basic plays, Piper laughed once the waitress had moved on.
"Not impressed?" Laura asked, smiling at being caught out.
"Isabella's done that to me a hundred times," she replied, relaxing a little bit as her companion's formidable aura began to weaken. "You two are more alike than you know."
Laura sighed with a slight bit of self-deprecation. "I hope so."
Four drinks in, Piper's apprehension had completely faded, and she found herself completely conversationally in tune with her girlfriend's sister. Leaning forward on the table and sipping her fresh Black Russian, she sighed compassionately. "So what happened?"
Red-faced with alcohol, humor, and subtle sadness, Laura slumped in her seat and leaned her head against the wall. "I guess we just got married too young. Really, that was always the problem right from the start. I think part of me knew we were never going to make it; that it was too hard."
"But you were knocked up! You had to!" Piper exclaimed, before immediately worrying she'd gone too far.
Laura didn't seem to mind. In fact, she gave a nostalgic smile. She gazed distantly down at the table. "I sure was. I loved being pregnant."
"Really?"
"Absolutely. I loved being a mom. Still do." She looked up and made eye contact. "But that doesn't make a marriage work. So, after I caught him cheating the second time, I let him keep doing it."
Piper gaped. "He knows you know?"
"Yeah." Laura looked out across the bar to study the older men and women making a quiet night of it. "It was weird, at first, but now it makes sense. We were always just good friends, and the sex part, ah, just never came together." She looked back to Piper and giggled. "No pun intended."
Simultaneously full of sad compassion and excited interest, Piper leaned a little closer on the table. "So, what? You're together for your girls? And he just dates other people secretly?"
She nodded slowly.
"So what about you?" Piper asked, trying not to act too interested in the gorgeous brunette's sex life.
Laura gave her a sultry grin. "That bitch he's dating has no idea that, every so often, I still fuck his brains out."
Mouth wide, she brought up a hand to stifle a disbelieving laugh. "So you do swear!"
"The mouth runs in the family. Can't deny it."
Slumping back down in her chair and exhausted from laughing so hard, Piper gulped the last of her drink. She studied the glass and the remaining ice within, then looked up. "But seriously, you don't date anyone?"
Laura's grin faded to a half-smile and she shook her head. "It'd be confusing and hard. And to keep it secret from my girls, or confuse them, too—I don't know."
The conversation finally reached a lull as they both sat in awkward silence.
The walk back was much easier for Piper. The energy between her and Laura had changed; there was definitely a new understanding, and a bond of sorts. The more she came to understand the brunette and her life and relationships, the less she felt overpowered by her own attraction. Behind that painfully alluring body and sharp personality was a real girl—well, a real woman, really—with a whole world of experiences and capabilities beyond the easy bubble of college life that comprised all that she herself truly knew.
She wondered, too, if that was part of the competition between the two sisters—Isabella's life probably seemed easy and comfortable from Laura's perspective, and Laura's life looked perfect, fulfilling, and complete for all Isabella knew.
As the larger picture began coming together, Piper felt overcome by a strange new sensation. She was involved. She was part of Isabella's life and family in a real and gritty sense, and, crazier still, this was life now. It wasn't just some secret series of trysts. They were really going to have to work through all these things together—and she wanted that.
It wasn't exuberant, overwhelming, or intense. It just was.
It just was love.
They arrived back at the room to find that Isabella was still out and that it wasn't even actually that late. Laura slammed the door behind them, laughed drunkenly, and then bounced down on the bed she'd been using.
"Hey!" Piper exclaimed, caught unawares by the depth of her own intoxication. "That's my bed, watch it!"
"Want to watch a movie?" Laura asked, busting out her laptop.
She wavered in place for a moment, then shrugged. "Yeah, why not?" Kicking off her shoes, she joined Laura on her own bed, realizing with some surprise that she hadn't been on it herself since before winter break. "I love this bed."
"It is nice. Thanks for letting me borrow it this past week."
"Of course! It's incredible of you to stay and support Isabella like this. I've never seen her like she was that first night back."
Laura scooted up next to her, put her back against the wall, and positioned her laptop before their curled up legs. "Was it really that bad? She didn't let it show around me."
Glancing over to look her companion up and down, Piper nodded. "She's got a lot more to her than what she lets on."
Turning her head to catch her gaze, Laura raised one eyebrow. "A lot like me?"
That wasn't what she had meant, but it was still true. "Yeah."
She wasn't sure exactly how it happened—maybe, in her drunken state, she lingered a little too long without realizing it—but one moment she was looking slightly down at the corner of Laura's shoulder-length brown hair, and, the next, f
ull lips were being pressed against her own.
She pulled back, eyes wide. "What are you doing?!"
Laura gave her a controlled push and climbed above her, letting her hair hang down around their faces. Her eyes were hungry and her upper body moved with rapid breaths as she put her weight on her hands to either side. Piper thought to immediately reject her, but, reeling underneath the heavy blanket of alcohol on her thoughts, she instead just lay there stunned.
Breathy and intent, Laura asked, "You think I haven't thought about it?"
"What… me?" she replied, bewildered.
The brunette's full alluring lips curled up. "Like I said, you have no idea. Triple deadly." She moved down, kissing lightly below her captive's ear, then down her neck.
"But—"
In between kisses, still moving down along smooth skin at a measured pace, Laura cut her off. "You think I didn't see you fooling around under the covers ten feet away? Did you think I was asleep?"
"Um—yes!" Piper shot back, gripping the sheets to keep her hands from instinctively going up and exploring the alluring body just above.
"And then you two with that girl?" Laura continued, kissing down along her collarbone. "It was obvious. The whole room stank of sex. I've thought about it—" She lifted her head briefly to look her captive in the eyes. "Thought about girls. How could I not, with that going on ten feet away?"
Her thoughts massively muddled, Piper shook her head and kept her gaze on the ceiling to avoid getting drawn in by those green eyes again. "I don't think you want this for the right reasons…"
"Reasons?" Laura countered. "I'm horny and I need to be touched. Nobody has to know. It's just here, just now." She resumed kissing down, leaving subtle wetness on the soft upper curves of her captive's breasts.
Her whole body electrified by heat, her every fiber responding instinctively to signals associated with her girlfriend—signals so much like her girlfriend, so much like the girl she loved; close enough to fool her inner animal, but different enough to trigger new and exciting instincts, too—Piper threw the weight of all her willpower into her resistance. "But there's Isabella… I can't!"
"If you can fuck that random girl, why not me?" Laura immediately replied, deflating her argument before she could even make it. "Clearly, you can do whatever you want."
Squeezing her thighs together, Piper made a pained expression. "I just don't think it's a good idea."
Noticing the legs moving underneath her as an obvious sign of arousal, Laura moved directly above her again and studied her expression. "So are you saying no?"
Piper wanted to run her hands through her own hair and shout randomly to release the craziness of the situation and the tumult of her inner desires, but she didn't dare move. Isabella had texted her that fucking winky face. Did she think this was some sort of way to one-up her sister? Was this some attempt to mar the apparent perfection of Laura's married life? Because Isabella had no idea that ship had long sailed!
Or was this another twisted taboo thing? Was this another game? Or was it another present from the blonde for her little lover? Had she noticed the attraction and decided to make a gift of her own sister?!
It didn't help that her panties were already soaking through. This was exactly the kind of pain, humiliation, and confusion that turned her on the most; to be controlled, to be taken like this, and Laura had the same instincts for control as her girlfriend.
As if seeing her inner thoughts—as if seeing that split second of opportunity—the brunette dropped her head a few inches and kissed her directly on the lips again. Closing her eyes, her whole mind fluttering, Piper felt only the wet lips against her own and the soft nose brushing hers. Her mouth opened of its own accord and let in hints of liquor and a firm tongue.
All she could think were the words this is a bad idea over and over again, but, maddeningly, that only made her body respond more. Anticipation flashed through her nerves; sensory ghosts of softness and firmness and aching enjoyment. Her body was desperate to be taken, desperate to have this experience, desperate to have sex with the amazing body and personality whose presence had been torturing her all week—and to be her first, to lead her and show her a girl's body, to show her how to please and be pleased, to watch her sink into it and get lost in it.
Unaware until that moment that her hands had left the sheets and reached up of their own accord, she gripped the light fabric along Laura's back.
Feeling her begin to give in, Laura smiled in between deep tongue-heavy kisses. She took her captive's lower lip and bit gently, emphasizing with keen eyes that she was now in control of the situation. Despite herself, Piper arched her aching lower body up, seeking pressure to relieve her uncomfortably powerful heat and wetness.
Answering her unspoken need with a strategically placed thigh, Laura pushed against her for a moment and gauged the reaction in her face. She gave one longer kiss, and then pulled back a few inches to let a long line of saliva hang between their lips.
Staring at her as her own deep and panting breaths broke that tenuous little wetness, Piper felt locked in place by the intensity of her arousal's intensity. She struggled to come up with a reason not to give in even as Laura gently took her hand. Kissing her palm first, the brunette took one finger between her lips and kept eye contact as she sucked gently on it.
That soft wetness seemed to transfer straight through her body somehow. Her lower body ached for that same sensation and her mouth watered at the prospect of giving that sensation to the domineering brunette above her. Suddenly very aware of the bent knees on either side of her, and of Laura's heated sexuality hidden just behind the jeans hanging above her tummy, Piper felt her muscles anticipating the movements of taking off her clothes, getting naked, and—
Her insides clenched at the very thought.
"Excited?" Laura asked, releasing her hand.
Piper gulped and looked away, too turned on to trust herself with speaking. Not waiting for an answer, Laura clambered down, leaned back, and lifted the bottom of her captive's shirt.
Tensing up, Piper kept her eyes on the ceiling as those wet kisses continued their earlier journey downward. She jumped as a firm slick muscle circled her belly button—Laura's tongue, heatedly exploring every bit of her body. Squeezing her eyes shut, Piper lifted an arm over and back to hide her face and grip the pillow behind her head like a lifeline.
Soft hands slid around her waist, testing her belt. "Hmm…"
A moment later, the hands were gone.
Piper let go and dropped her arm, confused.
Beside the bed, Laura finished sliding down her own pants and underwear. The clothes slipped down her athletic thighs to reveal a smooth curve totally bare of hair. Staring, Piper could hardly detect a mound at all—below the edges of her shirt, beneath her visible abs, her fit body curved straight down into a perfect pink little slit.
Curling her own legs together against the overpowering response between, Piper knew the moment she saw Laura's beautiful sex that her willpower was going to fail. She already felt herself imagining what the older girl might taste like, how her body would react when she came—would this open up a whole new world of girl sex for the gorgeous brunette?
"I don't think this is a good idea," she found herself saying, surprised at her own words. She blinked. She knew herself, and she knew she loved to get caught up in things, but it had all vanished in an instant the moment she thought about her bond with her girlfriend.
"You don't what?" Laura retorted.
"I don't want to do anything that might hurt Isabella."
"You're not. She'll never find out."
Piper sat up. "Um, like she never found out about you and all the other people she's dated?"
Laura seemed darkly taken aback for a moment, but that surprise turned into anger rather than remorse. "It's not that complicated," she stated, stepping up onto the bed and putting her hands against the wall to position her bare sex right in her captive's face. "Just lick my fucking pussy."
Heart pounding, and faced with the most excruciatingly feminine and perfect set of straight pink lips that already glistened with arousal, Piper did find herself rationalizing a single lick. It was a strange kind of collection—a form of ownership really—to have a taste on file in her memory. She would always have a piece of that perfection if she just knew what that perfect sex tasted like, how it felt to part those glistening lips, how it felt to thrust her tongue deep inside, and how it felt to make such a beautiful girl orgasm—her fifth girl.
She stopped when she realized she was unconsciously running her hands up and down Laura's bare waist and compromising her decision-making by taking in the softness of the older girl's warm skin. She shook her head. "It just wouldn't be right."
"Just do it," Laura ordered. "I know you want it. I know girls like you."
For sure, that did it, but not the way the domineering brunette had hoped.
Piper had a sudden flashback to a moment very like her current one when she had been cornered in a bathroom by Julie. Climbing out from under Laura, she stood away from the bed. "Girls like me?" She clenched one fist, and pointed forcibly with the other hand. "I know what kind of person you are! This whole night, this whole week has been self-serving bullshit, hasn't it? You just wanted a break from your shitty life, wanted to cat around campus again… you just wanted to get off with someone, and if it's with Isabella's someone, all the better!"
Laura stepped down from the bed and faced her. "Fuck you."
"That's it?" Piper laughed. "That's all you have to say? I thought this was all just a big family misunderstanding between you two, but no, Isabella is so much better than you, and the sad part is, you'll never even understand why."
"Or she's just got you wrapped around her finger," Laura countered, her eyes full of green fury. "She's got you so whipped you do whatever she says. You even defend her when she's not here!"
"Why wouldn't I? That's what you're supposed to do! What the hell is wrong with your family?"
"Don't compare me to them."
Thinking of her lunch months before with Donna, Julian, and Isabella—and how negative and horrible the whole thing had been—Piper replied, "You are seriously just like your mom."
