by Lexie X
Somehow, despite her drunken reflexes, she reacted without realizing it and caught Laura's attempted slap. She caught her other hand a moment later and struggled with the furious brunette for the space of several heartbeats. Over the course of that struggle, Piper felt a different kind of heat surge through her; that righteous inner beast she'd only truly released a few times before.
She knew that Laura didn't mean what she was saying or doing, and that she was just depressed, bitter, and lonely, but the nerve of this gorgeous older girl in taking out her loneliness on Isabella, and now on her, and threatening their relationship with her manipulations and—
Losing her thoughts in a surge of fury, Piper acted on pure emotion. Her whole body burning with split-second anger and pent-up arousal, and still very aware that Laura was bare from the waist down, she grabbed the brunette and flung her backward. Her righteous fury, tainted by her lust, made the idea seem perfect in the moment.
Responding to Laura's attempt to get up with another push, Piper quickly grabbed the strap-on harness from its hiding place and slipped her bare feet through, putting it on the way she'd seen her girlfriend do it so many times before. In moments, she returned, held down the struggling brunette by her wrists, and kept her pinned so that her legs hung over the edge of the bed. Forcing apart her legs and moving one hand down to position the toy properly, Piper slid into that perfect slit and parted already slick lips.
Her eyes wide, Laura froze up.
Adjusting her angle to slide deeper, Piper only stopped when her jeans hit thighs.
That moment gave her pause, too, as it hit home that she was about to fuck another girl for the first time. It was something that she had wanted to share with Isabella, but now this traitor had betrayed them and taken that experience. But no, it wasn't so simple. Laura was just sad and lonely, as tortured by Donna and Julian as Isabella, and there was still goodness and caring in there despite everything.
Torn by two opposing emotions but compelled onward by both, Piper caught Laura's gaze. Neither seemed to know exactly what to feel; both girls saw that the other was shocked but unsure about stopping, and both waited for someone to pull away.
Neither did.
Feeling dripping wetness along her own inner thigh, Piper shifted her foot… and then Laura shifted… and, somehow, that became a thrust… and then a second pump happened as Piper watched the older girl's eyes half-close and her jaw tremble with subtle enjoyment. Pulled in by those beautiful reactions and fixated on the expressions her motions brought to that perfect feminine face, Piper began thrusting further without even thinking about it. A week's pent-up attraction to the older girl seemed to hit her all at once; the pressure of the strap-on's base against her mound brought relief to her heated and dripping need even through her jeans. Laura gripped her forearms, and, just like that, they ended up in a rhythm.
Clutching the brunette by the waist, her arms gripped by eager hands, Piper let her instincts take over. Intent on seeking more of those beautiful reactions and more pressure against her own mound, she began thrusting harder, increasingly spurred on by Laura's panting breaths and clutching fingers.
Surprisingly aware of the soft inner slickness that she was fucking with her toy, she adjusted her pace and angle slightly with each thrust to find the best way to deepen the brunette's moans. Those green eyes that were so painfully like her girlfriend's now watched her with a desperate need for connection, but, as a kind of punishment and as an avoidance of the fact that she was fucking her girlfriend's older sister, she refused to give it. Laura gave a deep gasp, shuddered once, and curled forward to grip her harder and tighter.
Keeping her pace exactly the same but turning her head to avoid looking the older girl in the eyes as she came, Piper finally managed to get a hold on the intense heat and lust simmering inside herself. Detaching herself from it despite her own aching need, she let out a deep breath as Laura started coming down from her orgasm. Without looking at her, Piper withdrew and slid the harness off.
Laura remained on her back on the bed, breathing heavily. It hadn't escaped her that her partner had refused to connect with her, or that the sex had been quick and angry. She lay there rather unhappily; physically satisfied, but emotionally unfulfilled.
Piper stood in place awkwardly, her thoughts reeling and her feeling of drunkenness deepening as she cooled down from her intense efforts.
Getting up on her knees, Laura clambered over to her and lightly grasped her arms. "Your turn?"
"I don't think so," Piper replied, shaking her head with a regretful expression.
"Come on," the older girl insisted, her tone nice and inviting. "I want to make you feel good."
Piper shook her head again.
"I'll lick your pussy," she offered with a suggestive smile.
As much as the image of that gorgeous face between her legs made her inner heat suddenly spark, she still shook her head. She didn't even let herself start thinking about the experience for Laura, of her first time going down on a girl, because that would just pull her in again.
"Come on!" Laura exclaimed, her niceness finally cracking. "I can't have sex with someone else, have sex with a girl, and not even…" She ran her hands up and down Piper's body, her eyes on the places where she was different from a guy.
"Put your pants on," Piper replied flatly, using all her willpower to turn and go back to the other bed. "You've got an emotional trainwreck to work through. Don't take it out on me, or on Isabella. I'm going to have to figure out how to tell her about this." Sitting on the bed that she shared with her girlfriend with a deep unhappy daze setting in, she stared at the floor and wondered if she had just destroyed their amazing relationship.
Laura slid her pants back on quietly, finally admitting, without words, that she was a mess. Lying down and curling up with a pillow, she seemed visibly remorseful. "I'm sorry. If you are going to tell her, I know she'll forgive you. This is my fault, and she loves you."
Piper nodded for a long moment before she processed what Laura had said. "Wait, what?"
"She'll forgive you. I know she will. This is completely my fault."
"No, I mean, she loves me?" she asked, heart thumping. "Did she say that?"
"Yeah," Laura replied, confused. "She hasn't told you? That was all she kept saying in her multi-day fight with our parents. Nothing they threatened her with mattered. She just kept saying no, I don't care, I love her."
Filled with a sudden fire and electricity, Piper could only stare at the remorseful brunette. "I'm telling her I love her tomorrow at a fancy date, and you chose today to do this."
Laura gave an audible gulp. "Jesus. I'm sorry."
"You know she feels like she never gets what she wants?" Piper continued, tired of toeing the line. "She felt like your dad gave her things just to shut her up. She's always thought you had a perfect life and that nobody loved her."
Frowning, Laura took in that information with a few shakes of her head and an unhappy realization. "So I've been the worst sister ever."
"Maybe," Piper replied. "But you should probably tell her about the real state of things. I think it would help you both."
"But—"
"No buts. You've always tried to look perfect in some weird competition with this life you imagine she has, but you've both lost." Piper stared down at her hands. "She already loves me? When? Why? And why hasn't she said anything? And why is she so scared of tomorrow night?"
Mortified by the mess she'd caused and by the mess she'd stumbled into, Laura just shook her head.
Piper took a deep breath, and a sudden calmness filled her heart. Despite everything else, it was still amazing news. She loved Isabella, and Isabella loved her! That alone meant everything would turn out alright.
Or so she hoped…
She fell back in bed, not sure what to think or how to feel. She could only be certain that, for better or worse, the next day was going to be the biggest day of her life.
Chapter 4
"M
orning."
A shot of adrenaline woke Piper immediately, but she found herself locked inside her own hungover body just as quickly. Groaning against the pounding in her head, she turned her bleary eyes on the figure sitting on the edge of her bed. "Hey…"
"Something you want to tell me?" Isabella asked, her tone neutral.
Forcing herself to sit up, Piper followed her girlfriend's gaze to the discarded strap-on and harness on the floor near the other bed. Above that, Laura lay tangled up in the blankets. Her hair was spread in a scattered mess as she slept heavily.
Piper's heart sank.
"We should probably talk outside," the blonde said, almost absently. She stood and drifted out of the room.
Dressing quickly, Piper followed her first into the hallway and then along it. Walking quickly to catch up to her strangely quiet girlfriend, she asked, "Where are you going?"
"I don't know."
They stopped in the stairwell, just short of going out into the cold morning grey.
Isabella took a deep breath and then let it out while keeping her gaze out the small window set in the door. "So you slept with my sister?"
Weirded out by her girlfriend's unreadable reaction, Piper gave a sheepish frown. "Not exactly."
That seemed to crack Isabella's calm. She finally turned and looked directly at her. "What? What does that mean?"
Heart pounding, head ringing, and her whole body surrounded by fuzzy fear and heartache, Piper tried to explain. "She got me really drunk and tried to make a move, and I said no. And she kept trying, and I kept saying no, and she got mad, and said some things… so I got mad, and said some things, too."
Isabella's face screwed up with confusion and anger. "So, what, you didn't sleep with her? You just threw the strap-on at her or something?"
Despite herself, Piper cracked a smile at the thought, but quickly brought her unhappy frown back. "Not exactly. I sort of… used it on her."
The blonde's face dropped to neutral again.
Sensing her girlfriend putting up a mask, Piper raised her hands before her. "But I didn't touch her. I didn't. There was none of what we have. I hated it, and her, and I didn't want to be doing it, and I was going to immediately come tell you today."
Isabella moved back an inch and shook her head. "I knew this was a mistake."
Piper froze. "What?"
"This. All this," the blonde continued. "How did I even end up here? Dating a girl…" She shook her head, her expression pained. "What did I think was going to happen? We can't get married or have a family. This isn't real."
Struck right through the heart, Piper blinked away sudden oncoming tears and stepped an inch closer. "What, like your sister's perfect life?"
Isabella caught her gaze with a sudden surprised anger. "I don't hate you," she breathed. "She did this. Laura did this. She always wants everything I have, and she always gets what she wants. She's even better than me—I don't know how I expected you to resist her."
Shaking her head in confused despair, Piper stepped forward yet again. "If you felt that way, then why did you let me run off alone with her for the night? And why did you text me that fucking winky face?"
"Because I trusted you!" the blonde snapped back. She took a big step backward and found herself up against the wall. "I don't hate you. I can't. It's her fault. But we can't—this whole thing—this craziness—I can't do it anymore."
With that last loaded phrase dropped like a bomb on the conversation, Isabella turned and left abruptly.
Alone in the stairwell, Piper wiped her eyes. A random student passed by, but he saw that she was crying and hurried past to avoid embarrassing her. Incredibly unhappy the moment she was alone again, she clenched her fists and screamed up the stairwell. "Fuck!"
She sat waiting at her long-ago regular table at the coffee shop. Her absent gaze followed many of the people in line and in the café around her as she wondered how any of them could be so cheery on such a grey and shitty day.
"I'm supposed to be in class," Jessie said behind her, arriving in a chilly red-faced huff. Noticing her expression and posture, she took pause. "Oh. But screw class, right?" She sat across the table abruptly.
Piper slid a second coffee over to her. "Still like it the same way?"
Jessie took it and smiled. "It's only been like two months."
"I never thought I'd see you again."
Biting her lip, Jessie nodded. Her light brown hair swayed with the motion. "Sorry. You know I care about you, probably too much. And that was the problem."
"I know," Piper replied quietly. "I'm sorry, too. How's Marlene?"
A red flush quickly crept up Jessie's face, highlighting a rare smile of embarrassment. "Very, very good… not that I don't appreciate the gift, but I would have gotten over myself and texted you eventually."
"You would have?" she asked, perking up a little bit. "And… the gift?"
"So there's this crazy manipulator, right?" Jessie responded. "And she runs across me randomly with a group full of hot girls, stringing along one that just happens to be perfect for me. Then we all go back to my place, get some things going, and this girl gets left with me…"
Piper grimaced. "When you put it that way, it sounds rather obvious, doesn't it?"
"Yeah." Jessie laughed. "But sometimes obvious is good. I think we're dating now."
"You think?"
"It's only been like a week, and we haven't exactly spent much time talking."
Her face warming red just like old times, Piper glanced around the café to make sure that nobody was listening to their conversation. "So what's with the hair? Normal colors, normal style? That's hardly the punk I knew."
"Eh, being a rebel was getting too mainstream. Now looking normal is the new punk."
"Really?"
"Nah, I just got tired of it. It was a big statement back in high school, but here, nobody seems to care."
"Makes sense."
"Plus, I missed you. It just didn't feel the same."
Despite her heartache, Piper gave a genuine warm smile. "I missed you, too. I'm still totally clueless, and could use your advice."
Jessie sipped her coffee and sat a little taller in her seat. "Blondie giving you trouble again?"
"Um, yeah. I think we're broken up."
A range of emotions ran across Jessie's face: surprise, excitement, realization and acceptance, and, finally, concern. "Are you okay?"
Relieved that her friend was truly her friend, Piper shook her head. "Hell no. I was going to tell her I love her tonight. Had a fancy restaurant planned and everything."
"Oh, shit."
"Yeah…"
"What happened?"
"I kinda fucked her sister last night."
Jessie laughed. "Well there's your problem. Don't fuck your girlfriend's sister, and you're golden." She took a sip of her coffee; her smile faded. "Oh, you're serious." She gave an uncomfortable cough. "Why… why did you do that?"
"Well we've done such crazy things before… all the time, really… and her sister is just as good at getting what she wants."
Jessie raised an eyebrow and nodded.
"And she texted me a winky face!" Piper said angrily, as if she was still fighting with Isabella.
"Who did? The sister?"
"No, Isabella." Piper got out her phone and showed her the text. "Have fun, show her a good time, winky face!"
"Damn, dude!"
"I know, right? It's not just me, is it? I'm not crazy?"
"No!" Jessie threw up her hands up in the air. "She practically told you to bang her sister!"
"Right?!"
"Something's fucked here," the excited brunette said, leaning forward. "Here's a question. You've never taken anything this girl says at face value, because everything she says is a lie—"
"Almost everything," Piper amended.
"Almost everything she says is a lie. And you love that… apparently… but, then, why would you start believing her now?"
All of her p
ain, confusion, and inner tumult immediately ceased, instead replaced by pure relief and calm. "Wow." She took a gulp of her coffee, finally able to drink it now that the knot in her tummy was unwinding. "Of course…"
"Tell me everything," Jessie insisted. "We'll figure it out."
So she did, feeling lighter the more she talked about the past week's craziness.
"Here's another question," her companion said, raising a finger once she was done. "Where the fuck was she last night?"
"What? Crap, I didn't even think about that."
"Right, so she disappears for a night, plays you off on her sister, and then ambushes you in the morning to get all mad and break up with you?"
"Yeah, what the hell is going on?" Piper asked her friend, her confusion returning. Another, far more painful idea began to gnaw at her. "Do you think that she cheated on me?"
Jessie caught her worried gaze. "No."
"No? Why not?"
"Do you think she did?"
Thinking back on everything she knew about her girlfriend—well, just her roommate, now—Piper considered what the blonde might really have been thinking or feeling.
Shaking her head, Jessie explained herself. "This girl is a mess. A crazy, perverted mess that has pushed you away a million times. Has your response ever been to just accept it and go away?"
"Actually… no…"
"And even bigger than that, why do you suppose she does that? Why do you think she's always pushing you away every time you two get closer?"
"Why?" Piper asked, naively hopeful that her friend could supply the answer.
Jessie shrugged. "You would know better than I would. But it's no coincidence this happens the morning before you're going to tell her you love her. Seriously. The girl's good at what she does, but she's also blatantly obvious about it. You just gotta take a step back and think about it."
"So everything's going to be alright?"
"If you stay true to yourself, it… keeps seeming to work out…" Jessie laughed sheepishly. "Hell if I understand you two at all." She chuckled again after another sip of coffee. "And she's wrong, anyway. Things have changed. We totally can get married."
