by Lexie X
Above her, Isabella watched these emotions roll across her face. A moment later, the blonde pulled downward by tugging her hair forcefully. Energized by the pain of her pulled hair, Piper let out an excited moan and buried her head between her girlfriend's thighs, eager to please her mistress.
She always loved finding that Isabella was already soaking wet. Something had happened during the summer; something had changed between them in a good way. Without family or school drama, and with a concerted effort to enjoy each other's bodies, their physical and emotional bond had grown to a new level of intensity. Their relationship had started out mental—a struggle of wills, a perfect interplay of domination and submission—but now she could feel her girlfriend's attraction to her at a basic physical level.
As she slid her tongue between those slick lips and felt Isabella's thighs tighten on either side of her head, she looked up at those darkly lustful green eyes. Carefully using her mouth, she played the strings of her girlfriend's attraction and arousal by licking and sucking exactly the way she liked.
She could see all those layers of attraction in the tensing of her body, in the rise and fall of her chest, and in her subtly excited eyes. A year ago when all this started, Isabella might have intended to open her up to being attracted to girls, but the street had clearly grown two-way over time.
The path had been slow and subtle for Isabella; masturbating together, then manipulating her roommate into going down on her, slowly getting emotionally entangled as their sex and games grew hotter—then dating a girl, falling in love with her—Piper felt her heart soar as she thought about it all. Her mind floated free in that strangely meditative place she always went when licking pussy.
The final tipping point had definitely been their mutual decision to have Isabella go down on her three times a day all summer long. It'd been an interesting reversal of roles and an endeavor born of love; she'd gotten to watch the change in Isabella's mind and body as the blonde instinctively came to associate her girlfriend's body with sex and pleasure. She very vividly remembered the specific night when she knew things had truly changed. Isabella had come home very drunk from hanging out with friends, something which had become a rarity, but the gorgeous blonde hadn't had drama or a problem. In fact, it'd been just the opposite. She'd come in, closed the bedroom door, and immediately pulled off both their clothes. There'd been no game, no plot, and no manipulation—she'd just come home horny from the bar and her instincts had wanted soft skin, squeezable breasts, and a slick slit to play with.
That night, after the best sex they'd ever had, Piper knew that Isabella had finally become truly attracted to her. The energy from that night had remained and even grown; they were just two girls in love, two girls attracted to each other. Everything felt right at every single level. As she thought about how incredibly warm that made her feel, her inner muscles twitched.
"Don't get off," Isabella panted above, her focus on the intense pleasure from below. "I want you to come on my face after this."
All smiles as she tongued her girlfriend's clit, Piper curled her toes to fight the building pleasure inside. Her eyes jumped left, locking onto her own image in the mirror: her face moving eagerly between soft thighs, her tongue out and sliding against pink. The sight made her twitch again.
Isabella pulled her hair extremely hard. "I said don't come."
Giving a muffled submissive reply, Piper focused on using her lips to suck her girlfriend's little knob. The blonde's hand in her hair only tightened in response to the sudden sharp increase in pleasure.
Keeping her rhythm consistent, Piper eagerly led the gorgeous body under her mouth toward orgasm. A new excitement had recently joined all her usual desires—the thought that every orgasm they shared pushed Isabella's attraction to girls that much deeper and that every night of amazing sex made it that much stronger and forceful. Every orgasm she brought out in the blonde felt like a little subversive victory. As her girlfriend began shuddering and bucking, she kept that thought hidden, not wanting to clue her in to that little game.
At her most gorgeous during orgasm, Isabella leaned her head back and breathed deep before letting out a long moan. Keeping her mouth working, Piper watched her girlfriend's bare supple throat as it moved with her sounds of enjoyment. A deep flush crept up that smooth neck as her pleasure peaked. Shaking with bliss, her eyes squeezed shut, Isabella gave one last cry and then drew in breath again, quickly recovering. "Get naked," she panted.
Grinning, Piper assisted those eager hands. This was the best part of her secret little victories. A year ago, whenever Isabella came she'd been distant, smirking, and done. Now, the amorous blonde was all about girl sex.
Pulling off her girlfriend's shirt to leave them both fully naked, Piper lay back on her elbows and let Isabella climb on top of her. The eager blonde kissed her deeply for a moment to physically thank her for the amazing orgasm and then moved back a bit and locked their thighs in an often-practiced position for best leverage. Gripping her arms, Isabella began thrusting against her. Heated by the pressure of a soft thigh against her sex and highly aware of her own pressed wetness, Piper responded in rhythm and watched her girlfriend's large breasts bounce above her.
Leaning forward a few more inches, Isabella pressed her chest against her face. Happy to oblige, Piper wrapped her mouth around each breast in turn, licking and sucking each nipple to full hardness as they jiggled. With her awareness surrounded by soft skin and passionate heat, she sank into the feeling, replacing her thoughts with wordless needs and sensations.
Bearing a rather haughty and intent grin, Isabella thrust her thigh expertly and worked her captive's pleasure deeper. Gauging breathing, noises, and expressions, she waited for a high note—and then rolled back to pull her partner up in one smooth motion.
Knowing instinctively what Isabella wanted, Piper rolled up on her knees and quickly lowered back down to sit on her girlfriend's face quick enough to keep the pleasure going. Excited hands gripped her butt and thigh and brought her down onto a waiting open mouth.
She moaned aloud, overcome by the feeling of an insistent tongue slipping inside her slick heat. Breathing hard, she watched that full gorgeous face that she loved so much—and she watched that outstretched tongue sliding against her open lips and thrusting in between.
Isabella's eyes were closed tightly; one of her hands stayed up, keeping those intimate lips spread for better tongue access while her other hand went down her own body to rub, finger, and stimulate as she licked pussy. Piper just watched her for a moment, enjoying her little subversive victory. It felt indescribably sharp and arousing to have her attraction returned by this gorgeous, confident, intelligent, and amazing straight girl.
Looking up, she faced her own full-length naked body in the mirror. Momentarily caught off guard, she stared forward and studied her own lithe body and handful-sized breasts as if they were a stranger's. Beneath that other brunette in the mirror, a naked blonde enthusiastically used her mouth on spread protruding pink lips.
A year ago she'd been shy, insecure, and secretly unhappy with herself. Nothing had ever felt exactly right about her own body or about her misadventures in dating and relationships. Now, though, she found her hand moving up of its own accord to squeeze one of her breasts. The brunette in the mirror did the same, and she watched her reflection slowly knead her chest, fixated on the feeling the image brought up in her—a strange combination of twisted arousal and surprised confidence. She had no idea when exactly it had happened, but she realized that, now, she actually liked herself.
No, it was more than that—she was happy to be who she was. She wouldn't trade it for the world.
As her chest began heaving, and as intense pressure began building inside her, she squeezed her breast harder and let herself be attracted to her own image without fear or judgment. If this gorgeous blonde girl could find her attractive—if their incredible interplay could pull in a straight girl like Isabella and make her fall in love with her—then clear
ly her self-doubt had always been unfounded and there was nothing wrong with her. In fact, everything was very right.
Isabella pulled her tongue out of the action briefly. "Come for me."
Nodding down at her, Piper let herself focus completely on the pleasure.
Soft lips wrapped around her clit and an amazing feeling followed as her girlfriend began sucking gently. Within that sucking, a firm tongue began flicking, and she bent forward forcibly in response to intensely spiking ecstasy. All her fantasies and dark thoughts mingled with the pleasure, building to bursting within. Gripping the carpet, her inner muscles clenched tightly and she let ecstasy surge through her. Between her thighs, Isabella made a happy noise, urging her on with her insistent mouth.
The pleasure strengthened in her abdomen and slowly rolled up to her head, causing her eyes to flutter as she gasped for breath. Every muscle in her body seized up momentarily; she let out a little whimper of absolute enjoyment. Isabella kept up her efforts throughout, only laying her head back on the carpet once the girl sitting on her face had relaxed.
"Good?" she asked, panting.
Piper smiled warmly down at her. "Mm-hmm." She glanced up at movement in the mirror. "Holy crap!"
"What?"
Leaping up, she ran to the window. There were no curtains on it yet, and that had clearly been a problem. "Someone was watching us!"
Isabella clambered up, quickly donned and fixed her clothes, then ran for the front door. "Someone's getting their ass beat."
Electrified by the invasion of privacy but excited by her girlfriend's aggression, Piper dressed and followed with interest. The outside balcony walkway ran the length of the second floor of the vast complex of student apartments. Another balcony ran above for the third floor and decently kept grounds stretched out below. She didn't see anyone of note, but the watcher had been around the corner in one of the small hallways that led to the other side.
Isabella came to a stop in that small passage. "We'll never catch them. Let's just listen."
They both waited in silence, stretching their senses.
A door slammed somewhere distant.
With the sound still in her ears, Isabella moved to the far end of the passage and emerged on the second-floor balcony on the other side. "Over there," she whispered, pointing to her right. Creeping along the balcony, Piper followed her girlfriend to a corner that held three doors. Leaning carefully against each door, Isabella pressed her ear against wood and listened within. On the second door, she raised her eyebrows.
"Let's go," she whispered.
Confused, Piper went with her back to the apartment. "What'd you hear?"
"Someone—a girl—pretty desperately turned on," Isabella said with a dark smirk. "I've never had a voyeur before. This could be fun."
"Oh," she replied, considering that unexpected angle. "Got something in mind?"
"Don't I always?"
Grabbing her girlfriend by both arms, Piper pulled her close. "Have I ever told you I love you?"
Laughing, Isabella responded with a kiss.
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Chapter 14
Entering her favorite coffee shop with a slightly surreal feeling of anticipation, Piper was surprised to find that nothing at all had changed. It'd only been three months since the last school year, but so much in her life seemed different.
Her long-time best friend Jessie sat at a table within, two coffees at the ready. She looked a little leaner somehow, and tougher than before the summer. She'd returned to form with short spiky black hair. She wore a loose dark green shirt that showed off the tattoos running up her cleavage, and some of that ink seemed new.
"Long time no see!" Piper greeted her, giving her a hug before sitting across from her at the table. "How's life?"
"Not excited to get back to classes," Jessie replied with a grin, her eyes busy studying her best friend. "What's new with you? You seem different somehow. Maybe happier?"
"Is it that obvious?"
Jessie's grin widened. "Yeah, it is. How was your summer with Isabella?"
"So good," Piper responded, feeling a warm flush creep up her neck as she thought about it. Endless warm days of soft skin, passionate sex, and—
"I can tell," her best friend teased, interrupting her thoughts. "You two still doing alright?"
"Definitely. How about you and Marlene?"
"Nah," Jessie said nonchalantly. "The whole thing seemed to wear off for her after a couple weeks apart. Kind of the opposite of a summer fling, I guess."
Piper frowned compassionately. "That sucks. I thought you two were really cute."
"Eh, what can you do? A straight girl's a straight girl no matter how much pussy they eat."
"Jessie!" she whispered, looking around the coffee shop nervously.
"At least my teasing still works on you every time," Jessie continued, her energy perking back up. "Don't worry. I checked to make sure nobody was paying attention."
Piper shook her head and tried unsuccessfully to avoid smiling. "I've missed you."
"I've missed you, too," Jessie admitted, sliding her fingers across the table to touch her hand.
She'd crafted a thousand different ways to tell her best friend her very important self-discovery, but, once she found herself actually gripping Jessie's hand, her heart began pounding painfully. A rushing sensation surged through her head, and she blurted it out before the feeling overwhelmed her. "I'm a lesbian."
Her companion froze; her eyes remained slightly wide.
She gulped, wondering what Jessie's reaction would be. The coffee shop felt painfully public and busy as every sound and motion around her intruded on her highly vulnerable senses.
Jessie squeezed her hand and took a deep breath. "Am I the first person you've told?"
Mirroring her friend, Piper also took a long breath and tried to still the sudden storm inside her chest. "I told Isabella, but not so directly."
"So that's the first time you've said, uh, the L word?"
Fighting a small wave of anxiety, she took a delaying sip of her coffee and then nodded.
"It's weird saying the word the first time, isn't it?" Jessie asked, her expression humored and compassionate.
Nodding absently, Piper just stared down at their clasped hands. "I kinda freaked out there."
"It's alright. It is a big deal."
"I know, but I'm more surprised at how relieved I am." She moved her feelings this way and that in her heart, exploring them for a moment. "I thought I'd be overwhelmed. Why do I just feel like there's a big weight off my shoulders?"
"I can only guess," Jessie told her, squeezing her hand again. "But I felt relieved too when I finally admitted it."
"You did? Even though people were so mean to you in your high school?"
Jessie nodded and averted her gaze briefly. "Not everyone was mean."
Both preoccupied by inner thoughts, they sat in silence for a few seconds.
After a big exhalation, Piper finally looked her best friend in the eye. "So, what do you think?"
"What do I think?" Jessie asked, shifting out of dark thoughts by donning a teasing smile. "My first reaction, dear, is no shit."
Despite the intensity of the situation, Piper laughed loudly. She looked around red-faced, but her involuntary humor only elicited brief glances. Once satisfied that the shroud of public privacy had returned, she leaned closer over her coffee. "Come on, I could have been bi or something, right?"
Leaning back in her chair, Jessie took in a deep breath through her nose and narrowed her eyes. "I remember you telling me one of the very first things you did—I can't remember exactly, but Isabella had a date or something, and you went to some party on your dorm floor and got trashed and made out with some guy."
"Yeah, see?"
"No no," Jessie countered. "That's the thing. You did it to make yourself feel better; to feel validated and attractive. You know what you told me about that guy?"
She frowned. "I don't remember telling you anything.
"
"Exactly," her best friend said, giving her a humored smirk. "He was never even on your radar."
Piper could only nod weakly. "Holy crap, you're right."
Jessie's smirk widened into a knowing grin.
"So you always knew?"
"I mean, you can't know, since it's everyone's personal thing, really. But I meet this girl in a gym shower, right? And she's checking out other girls, desperate for something, and then meets me later at a lesbian bar, and for the next full year she's like the best person in my life—always there for me, helping me feel like I'm exactly the person I want to be, making me feel like I'm not a freak and not alone, and—"
Stunned, Piper took a moment to process those words. Clearly, what Jessie had initially intended to say had been trumped by a sudden burst of deeper emotions.
Jessie pulled her hand away and took a gulp of her coffee. "Wow, um."
Seeing her best friend embarrassed, Piper leaned forward a little more to whisper intently, her expression sincere. "I feel the same way."
Her best friend sighed with relief. "I know, I know. I guess I didn't know you were like me, I was just hoping. And I only just now realized that difference. I hope I've been a good friend to you, despite the things I might have wanted to see or… wanted to happen."
"We got through it," Piper replied, her heart open.
"A hundred percent?"
She reached out and grabbed her best friend's hand again. "A hundred percent."
Jessie gave in and let her hand be squeezed. "Alright. I was worried maybe—"
"No."
"Good."
Taking another swig of coffee with her free hand, Jessie watched people pass by on the sidewalk for a moment. "How does Isabella feel about you being a lesbian? Does that change the dynamic between you two?"
"I don't think so," Piper responded. "In fact, I think she likes thinking she had something to do with it."
Jessie raised one eyebrow. "Did you tell her it's not a choice? It's not something you're tricked into by games or something you can just learn."
