by Lexie X
Aware that her friend was watching her reaction, Piper kept her face straight, even though her skin tingled with hot electricity at the thought. She hadn't even begun to think that far ahead in their relationship, but that thought did captivate her. Someday they would leave this nice little college bubble. What then?
"But my point is," her old friend continued. "She's a mess, and she's pushed you away repeatedly, but it's always been about you. She's not going to tell her hateful family that she loves you and then run off and cheat on you. I know that first-hand: telling your family is a huge freaking deal. It's very hard. She didn't do that for nothing."
Heart pounding with a mix of several different emotions, Piper nodded. "I think I know what I have to do."
"Go get her?" Jessie asked, smiling brightly.
"Yes!" She stood abruptly.
"Oh—now?"
"Now!" Piper exclaimed, her chest full of heated energy and light hope.
"I think this is her chemistry class," she whispered, creeping down the halls of an unfamiliar building. "Or shit, was that last semester? She's in the second chemistry class now."
"Would they be near each other?" Jessie asked, looking humorously around the glazed-green-brick hallway as if they might be caught and detained at any moment.
Piper rolled her eyes and stopped whispering. "Maybe." She scrolled back through her texts from the week. "Yeah, I think it's this building."
"There she is!" her companion exclaimed, looking in through a door's window.
"Hey!" Piper pulled her friend back. "She'll see you!"
Jessie gripped her hands. "You came here to talk to her, didn't you?"
"Yeah, but—"
"I'll take off when she comes out, alright? I get it, I'm just here for moral support."
"Alright."
An older gentleman in a nice suit glared at them in confusion as he passed, but said nothing.
Giggling quietly, Jessie dragged her toward the door to the classroom. "Text her."
Both excited and terrified, Piper sent the message, then watched as the gorgeous blonde in the front row shifted in her seat—but did not check her phone. "The teacher's right there," Piper sighed. "She can't look at her phone—oh shit!"
"What?"
"She saw me. She's coming!"
"Now?"
"Go!"
"Shit, good luck!" Jessie whispered excitedly before ducking into the nearby girls' bathroom.
Piper stood back from the door, smoothed her jacket, and tried to slow her pounding heart. The delightfully out-of-style green hallway seemed at once extremely private and dangerously public, but she had no option for a better discussion.
Isabella slipped slowly out through the classroom door and closed it quietly behind her. "What are you doing here? I'm in class."
Overcome with chaotic emotions just looking at her gorgeous estranged girlfriend, Piper stared at her guarded green eyes and tried to catch her breath.
Isabella watched her for a moment, waiting for her to say something, but when no words came, she frowned. She reached out a hand and grabbed Piper by the forearm, quickly pulling her along.
Surprised, Piper allowed herself to be led into the nearby girls' bathroom. Looking around for Jessie, she saw a pair of familiar shoes disappear as their owner lifted her feet up to fully hide in a stall. A split second later, Isabella started pushing her along.
Skipping the first stall in the small bathroom, Piper opened the larger stall at the end, and Isabella followed her inside before closing and locking it.
Standing in place breathless and a little confused, Piper waited and watched.
Isabella circled her, slowly unbuttoning her own belt and sliding her pants down once she reached the yellow-tiled back wall.
Slipping her jacket off to free up her movements, Piper carefully placed it to the side in an attempt to keep it from getting dirty. Moving forward, she dropped to her knees on the jeans at the blonde's feet, her thoughts racing. What did this mean for them? What was Isabella thinking? Were they back together? She ran her hands up and down her roommate's smooth thighs, her own inner heat already responding to that familiar experience with intense fire born of the day's chaotic feelings. Above, Isabella watched her with an unreadable gaze, neither encouraging her nor turning her away.
Confused, but positively aflame with need, Piper hooked her fingers in the edges of those panties—which she recognized as Isabella's favorite—and slowly drew the material down, baring that familiar perfect pink slit that still held all of her fantasies and desires captive.
Leaving the panties around one of the blonde's feet, she returned to massage those firm thighs and smooth butt that she loved touching so much. Her kneading hands elicited a low sigh from above, and, spurred on by that reaction, she brought her fingers to soft, bare mound and began lightly rubbing. Isabella shifted, widening her stance a little.
Looking up to momentarily study the blonde's neutral expression, Piper brought her palm up to pressure her roommate's mound. Isabella opened her mouth a few millimeters, but she kept her expression guarded.
Rubbing her little hood gently with one finger, Piper coaxed deeper breathing and a few little tremors out of the half-naked blonde. Once she began to feel seeping wetness against her palm, she moved on, dropping her hand to make way.
Pressing her nose against soft mound, she drew in that sweet scent she knew so well, her every nerve alive with need and desire. Thrusting her hand down in her pants, she answered the intense heat and arousal below by rubbing herself to relieve the painful pressure and waiting pleasure. Isabella's silence felt strange, but this felt right to her—being on her knees, face between a girl's legs, and pleasuring herself to the experience. In her happy place, she had to believe things were going to be alright.
Letting Isabella's sweet and heady scent fill her senses to stimulate the shooting pleasure from her working fingers, she eagerly slid out her tongue. Parting those slick smooth lips, she pressured Isabella's hood first, then thrust a little deeper between her folds with each back-and-forth motion. That sweet, intimate flavor she adored so much slid across her awareness as she penetrated deeper. Above her, the blonde rested her head back against the wall and sighed with relief and enjoyment.
Gripping one firm thigh with her left hand and pleasuring herself with her right, Piper let all her worries about their relationship fade away, instead losing herself in that one incredible experience that always centered her and filled her with pure satisfaction. She knew that, if she could just do this for the rest of her life, she would be happy.
A light hand moved to her head to grip her hair and urge her on. Eager to follow that urging, Piper pulled that soft smooth body closer and tighter and used her whole mouth to encompass that slick slit. Remembering doing this in another bathroom stall to a complete stranger, she smiled, wondered if Isabella had kept that video, and proceeded to bury her tongue as deep as it would go all over again.
The hand in her hair tightened its grip, and she knew that Isabella was completely aware of her little re-enactment. She could feel her arousal in the tensing of her thighs and in the subtle clenching of her inner walls around her tongue; she knew, then, that there was still energy between them. Isabella could act as guarded as she wanted, but it was still there.
Putting her whole body into it, Piper worked that perfect little slit with her whole mouth, sucking soft flesh and tonguing deeply into slick heated folds. Isabella's inner walls clenched tightly, responding to her pleasuring.
Filled with heat herself and incredibly caught up, Piper brought her left hand around to just above her mouth to pressure the blonde's clit in sync with her thrusting tongue. The hand in her hair pulled harder; a moment later, inner walls squeezed tight, gripping Piper's tongue in a circle of soft firmness.
Panting as quietly as she could manage and thereby leaving only the sounds of licking and slurping to echo through the bathroom, Isabella shuddered. Squirming with bliss, she rolled with the rhythm, ar
ched her lower body forward, and pressed her back hard against the wall.
Feeling every single moment of the gorgeous blonde's orgasm, Piper kept her efforts up as best she could without removing her tongue from that tightly clenched circle of slickness. She could literally feel Isabella orgasm, and the experience, as always, enchanted her. Rubbing herself, she could feel her own orgasm approaching sharply.
Isabella pulled away.
Suddenly bereft, Piper blinked, and then wiped her wet mouth and chin.
Isabella quickly pulled up her underwear and jeans, then started on her belt.
"Are we gonna talk?" Piper asked, finally speaking.
Pausing, Isabella looked down at her. "This doesn't mean we're together. We were just fine as user and toy before this disastrous dating thing."
"User and toy?" Piper asked, a terrible pain welling in her heart.
"Mistress and slave," Isabella clarified. "We're roommates, so we can't just avoid each other. You crave it, and I like getting off, so…"
Piper stood, rather angry. "So what, we pretend all this never happened, and I just obediently go down on you for the rest of the year?"
"Won't you?" Isabella stated, giving her a meaningful look.
Standing in place in an ugly yellow bathroom, feeling embarrassed, heart-broken, and horribly humiliated, Piper curled her toes. She knew herself, and she knew she would absolutely do that, and the more it hurt—the more the pain grew inside—the more she would love it. She imagined Isabella going on dates and bringing home somebody. She imagined the pain of having to watch the blonde fall in love with someone else, and the crushing agony of then still being made to lick her pussy when that person wasn't available. The intense humiliation brought a spark between her legs.
Isabella shrugged. "You've got some of my juices on your cheek, there," she said before departing the stall. "You can eat me out again tonight if I don't find a date by then."
Piper remained frozen long after Isabella had gone, very aware of the blonde's casual attitude towards a date that night—and the fact that they were supposed to have gone to a very important date themselves. Could Isabella really be that heartless?
Her pain was interrupted by the sound of two shoes gently touching the floor in the next stall. "Jesus Christ," Jessie commented quietly, coming into her stall. "That was the coldest fucking thing I've ever heard. That wasn't one of the hate-it-but-actually-love-it things between you two, right?"
Her insides twisted up and still aflame in more ways than one, Piper shook her head.
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Chapter 5
Relieved to find Laura absent, Piper looked around her empty dorm room. Its two beds now seemed separated by an immense gulf, and she wondered if she was ever going to sleep in the one to her right again.
"So this is it?" Jessie asked, coming in behind her. "Casa del Piper?"
"Yep," Piper responded, drifting in and sitting absently on her own bed.
"This probably would have been a better choice for me than that stupid house," her companion commented. "Though in a tiny space like this, I too would one-hundred-percent have banged any girl I ended up living with…" She looked over. "What, not even a smile?"
Piper tore her gaze from the floor with some effort. "I'm not feeling very smiley."
Jessie closed the door softly and came to sit beside her. "Sorry."
"It's okay. It's all her. Do you think this was her plan from the start?"
Raising her eyebrows, Jessie gave her a look of unhappy indecision. "Hard to say."
Tracing the lay of the room and all the little objects and clothing and memories she'd shared with her girlfriend, Piper felt her face flush red. Frowning mightily to keep herself together, she looked down at the floor again.
Jessie lifted herself a little and scooted back on the bed until her back came up against the wall. Lifting her arm, she beckoned for her lap.
Keeping her expression angled away to hide her visible unhappiness, Piper gladly clambered over, pulled the blanket up to her face, and curled up against her friend.
"I know it sucks," Jessie said quietly, stroking her hair lightly. "I'm sorry."
"What is she doing, and why?" Piper asked, staring across the room at the empty bed against the other wall.
"I don't know. But she's hurting you. And that makes me dislike her."
"Don't dislike her. She's got a terrible family, and issues… it's not her fault."
Jessie held her a little closer. "You sound like you're defending an abusive spouse."
That gave her pause.
"If she's hurting you, it's not a healthy relationship."
Moving one hand out from under her blanket to grasp her friend's hand, Piper kept staring at the floor. "Then, what do you think I should do?"
"Don't let her keep you trapped here. Move out. We'll get a place together. I hate that stupid house, anyway."
"Move in with you?" Piper asked, her skin tingling as she thought about it. "Aren't you the one who warned me about girls like us and U-Hauls on the first date?"
Jessie's laughter shook her from beneath. "Oh, you assume we'd be more than friends just because we'd be living together?"
Highly aware of the heat of her companion's skin, Piper squeezed her hand lightly.
"Fine," the brunette admitted. "But would that be so bad? It would always be… warm and sweet between us. And I would never ever hurt you."
The words that she had chosen were funny, Piper thought, because that was exactly how thinking about that future felt—warm and sweet. She had no doubt Jessie would be loyal and caring to a fault. Subtle waves of tingling heat moved through her as she entertained the idea of that future. She turned in place by moving her body until she was curled the other way. Her head still in Jessie's lap, she watched her friend's hesitant face from below. "And where would that relationship go once we graduate?"
Jessie almost spoke, but then paused, gulped, and shortened her intended words. "I'm not afraid at all. I'd marry you. I would love to be married to you. You're my best friend."
A surge of warmth reddened Piper's cheeks even as her heart began pounding in her chest. "You're my best friend, too," she admitted with a trembling voice. "And I want that life with you, and I want that life for you, I do. So badly. But I know myself, and a warm and sweet relationship doesn't seem to be what I need. Can you hurt me the way I need to be hurt?"
Jessie narrowed her expression as if she'd been expecting that painful answer. "No…" She swallowed to clear her throat. "No, I can't, and I don't understand why you love that so much."
"I don't either." Piper laughed a little louder than she intended, her whole body tensed up with conflicting emotions. "It would work alright between us, it would, but…"
"I know," Jessie admitted with a sigh, starting to stroke her hair again. "I know. It wouldn't be amazing. I'll try to be happy just being your friend."
"Best friend," she corrected. "And that's not a consolation prize. Things between Isabella and I might not work out, but you'll still be in my life. "
Jessie looked out across the room at the other bed, her eyes a little misty. "I know."
For a few quiet minutes, they remained close and together, just thinking.
Charged up with a dozen different feelings that each threatened to make her explode, Piper focused on enjoying the caressing hand moving through her hair. Against her conflicting heats and tumultuous pain, that caring touch felt like a light breeze of relief. Impulsively, she lifted herself up on one arm and pressed her lips lightly against Jessie's for a brief moment.
Jessie studied her face with a look of surprise—and then gave her a quick kiss right back before stopping, closing her eyes, and leaning closer to put their foreheads together. Piper remained there with her, leaning on one arm, breathing hard, and feeling the intensely close presence of her best friend.
"I could take you right now, couldn't I?" Jessie whispered.
With a subtle motion, minding their foreheads still pre
ssed together, Piper nodded.
"I think I'm starting to understand you," Jessie continued. "If I was a worse person, if I didn't care about your emotional state, or that you're still tangled up with your ex or whatever she is… I could take you, and make you like it."
Piper nodded again, unable to speak lest she fall utterly into one of her several conflicting feelings.
Releasing a deep breath, Jessie opened her eyes and pulled back. "But I can't." She took another deep breath and let it out, trying to pull herself back from the edge of need. "I think I like our friendship better than… how that would be."
Sighing happily, Piper finally managed to speak. "Good," she whispered. "Me too."
Jessie nodded in response to some internal thought. She smiled—a surprised and genuine grin of excitement. "We're gonna be friends. Best friends."
Piper smiled happily, matching her shared feelings. "So we're okay?"
"Yeah," the brunette confirmed, breathlessly happy at finding resolution. "But, uh, I should probably go."
"Go?"
"I should… take a cold shower…" Jessie muttered.
Suddenly noticing that certain shade of red flush along her best friend's neck, and realizing what all the closeness and kisses and caresses had probably done to her, Piper quickly got up. "Sorry!"
"Never apologize for being cute," her best friend ordered as she climbed out of bed and headed for the door. "Are you going to be alright?"
"I'll figure something out."
"Good. Text me!" Jessie stopped halfway out and turned back for a moment. "I'm glad. For… this." She raised her hand, indicating the bond between them.
Piper smiled warmly, momentarily completely at peace. "Me too."
Her senses assaulted by an incredibly loud ringing phone next to her ear, she awoke surprised. When had she even fallen asleep? It looked like it was dark. What time was it? She felt drained from the day's drama, but refreshed by her nap.
The number seemed vaguely familiar.
