Steps to Submission Volume 4: Virgin Lesbian Erotic Romance (Steps to Submission Bundles)

by Lexie X

  Still stalling, Piper looked around the room. It seemed eminently Julie somehow. Decorated in white and traces of pink, it ran girly without crossing over into princess-like. She kept her room clean, at least in the visible portions, and a plug-in outlet emanated a pleasant scent.

  "What toys did you bring?" Julie asked, indicating her backpack. "Actually, hold off on that for now. That stuff seems too… lesbian."

  Frowning, Piper shook her head. The redhead had some pretty contrived judgmental hang-ups considering how often she'd been serviced by a girl.

  Worse, Piper hadn't agreed to this at all, and here Julie was, talking like it was all a done deal and she had no will of her own—when she'd definitely shown the haughty girl, twice, that the tables could be turned on her.

  "Take off everything but your bra and panties," Julie ordered.

  "What, why?"

  "Just do it."

  Slowly, Piper obliged, her cheeks burning. It occurred to her that this might not be just a service stop. Did Julie want more than just an orgasm? Did she want actual sex?

  It also occurred to her that this was probably revenge for what had happened between them during the summer. The drunken foursome with Julie, her boyfriend, and Isabella's sister must have left the redhead pretty confused and angry, but, this time, Julie would be in absolute control.

  "So you're into girls now?" Piper asked, watching Julie strip as well.

  "Not for dating," came the straightforward reply. "I'm not a lesbian like you. Plus, what can I say? Ordering around a living sex doll gets me hot."

  Even though she was aware that Julie was just trying to goad her, Piper frowned. She had half a mind to storm out and call all of this bullshit off, but a larger part of her was already excited to curl up with feminine softness, use her mouth on intimate wetness, and get her fingers inside clenching silken heat.

  There was one driving force behind all of those needs. She craved an intimacy that had been denied her for several weeks. Had Isabella planned this? As always, her manipulation was impossible to pin down, and her control was effortless.

  And there were Julie's possible hidden motivations, too. As much as the redhead talked big, the experience of having sex with Laura had still stuck with her enough that she wanted to try sex with a girl again, and who safer and more fitting than meek and willing Piper? Julie might be telling herself all sorts of excuses, but, at the end of the day, it'd gotten under her skin, too.

  Squeezing her legs together, Piper still tried to pull away and fight her urges, but the opportunity to pull Julie deeper into girl sex was too much to pass up. Had Isabella known that she would feel that way? Was she playing them both? Julie would think this was all her idea and that she was in control of some sort of act of revenge, when, really, she was only giving herself over bit by bit.

  Once finished removing everything but her own purple bra and panties, Julie stepped closer. "So," she thought aloud, narrowing her eyes as she considered how to proceed.

  "It's different sober, isn't it?" Piper commented, refusing to cower despite her near-nudity.

  "Don't talk."

  Raising both eyebrows, she complied for the moment, and carefully reached out a hand.

  "No, don't move," Julie ordered. "At all."

  Curious to see where this was going, she lowered her arm to her side.

  Julie walked a circle around her nearly-bare body once or twice, examining her completely. "You're sort of pretty, actually, in a nerdy way."

  Piper scowled, but said nothing.

  The redhead ran a hand up her smooth side and then traced a finger down along the upper edge of her bra. "Isabella says you don't play with your own tits much, or ask for much attention for them." She used the tip of her finger to pull her bra down just a moment, exposing a nipple. "Maybe if they were bigger, like hers…"

  Remaining still, her heart racing oddly, Piper glanced down at Julie's very visible cleavage. Her bra clung nice and tight, firming up her small but perky breasts at an optimum angle. She wondered if the redhead's comment about size had somehow been self-reflective.

  "You like them, don't you?" Julie asked rhetorically, catching her looking. She snickered. "Amazing. Isabella really did turn you lesbian." She watched as a red flush crept up her doll's neck, and then she smiled. "Does the truth piss you off?"

  Piper didn't take the bait. Somehow, this had become a war of wills. She stood completely still and looked straight ahead.

  Julie's eyes strayed downward, preceding her wandering hand. Her fingers curled underneath fabric to find traces of heat and wetness. "I see you're turned on already. Good little doll." Her exploration moved a little deeper, and she traced a light strip of hair—and then two waiting lips. Her eyes shot up to study her doll's reaction.

  Piper made no move whatsoever and kept her eyes straight forward. She even managed to suppress any shudders brought on by the fingers lightly exploring her labia. Julie might have been trying very hard to anger her and dominate her, but Piper still remembered sitting on the redhead's face on that drunken summer night and the lusting animal energy for the act that had been brought out by that.

  There hadn't ended up being any more opportunities to manipulate Julie before school started again, but here they were. Clearly, the urges that had been brought out in her had begun slowly and insidiously entangling themselves in her desires. Piper wondered if Julie was embarking on the same path toward submissive cravings that she herself had started a year ago. Was Isabella crafting a new slave out of her own best friend? The thought struck her through with pained terror as Julie slowly pulled her panties down.

  No. That would never work. The redhead was far too arrogant. The moment things got direct, she would flip out. Whereas she herself, Piper thought, had summoned up all her courage and asked Isabella out on a date. Calming down as she remembered how everything had worked out with the tempestuous blonde despite all the fear and confusion, she brought herself back to the moment.

  Julie had pulled her captive’s underwear off around her foot and was now returning to her bare waist, her eyes transfixed on bare feminine sex. It was clear from her expression that she hadn't been with a girl since that night. This was the last pussy she'd licked, and it would be her next; two times in a row, if that meant something to her. Her summer boyfriend was out of the picture, apparently, but this glistening slit remained.

  Keeping her head still, Piper rolled her gaze down to watch the redhead feel around her thighs. Careful hands directed her to silently spread her legs, and she widened her stance.

  Just as her face grew closer and that certain moment approached, Julie decided to stand back up instead. Breathing carefully and quietly, she moved around behind and unhooked her doll's bra. The garment fell away, inviting cool air against her sensitive skin.

  Piper made sure to keep her eyes forward and undirected as Julie returned to her front and began gently kneading and squeezing her breasts. The redhead pushed a little forcefully a few times, testing her, but she gave no reaction.

  Satisfied, Julie deepened her play, taking the opportunity for sober and uninterrupted exploration she hadn't gotten that summer. She traced the curve of each breast, cupped one, squeezed the other, and then sucked on each nipple for a time.

  Glancing down only when she was certain her puppet master wouldn't see her, Piper tracked the deepening red flush creeping up Julie's toned body. Her hands, too, began exuding more heat; clearly, something about all this was turning the redhead on. Was it the soft body of a girl under her hands, or was it the absolute control?

  Julie sighed, took a breath, and then backed off a moment to undo and release her own bra. Returning to her naked doll, she rubbed her perky and athletic breasts against and between the soft flesh she'd just been exploring. Despite herself, Piper turned her eyes down, watching Julie's tits press hard against her own. The redhead slid up, down, and around, absorbing every angle of the experience of feeling another pair of breasts against her own.

  P
iper knew what her puppet master was feeling—there was something alien and crazy about that mirrored softness, something new and hard to comprehend about feeling a girl's body against one's own; something taboo, but intense and alluring. She herself had always felt an unending need to get closer to that softness, to have more contact, to feel everything, an animalistic need that always urged for more and could never be satisfied. Did Julie feel that too? Was it building inside her even now?

  It seemed that it was. Julie pressed more than just her breasts against her. Moving as close as possible, she slid her whole body against her unmoving living doll, trying to form as much skin contact as possible.

  As her body began responding to soft heated skin moving against hers, Piper carefully controlled her breathing. If she gave any reaction, Julie would win their little contest of wills—and, worse, she might raise her inhibition barriers again. As long as there was no movement, no will, Julie was safe, alone, and private in exploring her urges.

  Suddenly, Julie was kissing her.

  Or, rather, she was pressing her lips against her doll's lips.

  Rather proud of herself for not reacting despite the surprise, Piper let her kiss be forced open little by little by an insistent tongue. A curious mouth sucked on her upper lip, and then her lower, before that tongue jammed between her teeth to feel around her mouth.

  Breathing through her nose, careful to keep it slow so her puppet master wouldn't feel moving air, she remained in place. This was important, she knew. Julie had never kissed a girl before. This wasn't kissing, not exactly, but it was certainly a safe way to feel the velvet delicate features of a girl's mouth with one's own.

  And something about the oddness of being totally passive suited Piper's inner urges. She began imagining what she might do if she had a completely passive female body of her own to play with. If she had a living doll, real in every single detail—wow!—while some part of her did absolutely adore the sighs, clenching, passion, and engagement of a real girl, the perverted things her mind immediately thought to do with a living toy surprised her. Just what did Julie have in mind?

  The contest of wills morphed in her thoughts as she became earnest in submitting completely to passivity. Even as Julie moved along her cheek, licking and nibbling her way to her ear, she felt a drop of wetness roll down from intense heat and along her thigh. If she had an Isabella doll, a Julie doll, or even a Laura doll—any of the gorgeous women in her life—she envisioned bending such a living doll in all sorts of different ways, absolutely lost in licking pussy for hours on end, solely focused on her own enjoyment of the act.

  Her brain presented a memory—a time when she had felt something similar. She recalled with sudden clarity the night she and Isabella had first seduced Marlene. For a time, Isabella had sat on the trembling girl's tummy and blocked her view. She herself had had free reign over a pair of feminine legs hanging from the edge of the bed, and playing with her in that position had felt just like using a living toy. Oh, if only she could have that again for more than a fleeting few moments! She could come home from class, lock the door, bust the doll out of the closet where it had been hidden under blankets, then bring the lovely thing out onto the bed, spread its legs, and feast.

  Even though it was an impossibility, she still realized that such a toy might allow her to control her own cravings. She could play with a girl's soft body, lick pussy for hours, and get herself off every day—and her mind would be her own again.

  She decided to keep that thought alive. A living girl doll might not be a real thing, but the concept of owning herself again felt interesting.

  Practically radiating heat now, Julie backed off and took a deep breath as she considered what she wanted to do next. The juices running down her doll's leg did not escape her notice.

  For the first time, her hands urged her captive to move, and Piper let herself be guided to the bed and placed on her back. She made no further move to aid Julie's movements, instead letting herself be adjusted and placed like the living dolls she'd imagined. Julie placed her arms out at a small angle to either her side, then pulled her legs apart to a comfortable angle. If she suspected that her doll was really getting into it, she gave no sign. Instead, she sat on both knees and studied her doll's open, bare, and reddened sex, contemplating the rather extreme wetness glistening before her.

  Gingerly, she reached down and slid a finger up between those slightly spread lips.

  Piper resisted a shiver and managed to stay completely still.

  Watching her doll for a moment before she was satisfied no movement was forthcoming, Julie repeated her motion with her middle finger, gathering more slickness. She clambered forward a bit and brought her fingers toward her doll's face, rubbing that copious wetness around those unresponsive lips like some sort of glistening lipstick.

  Staring at the ceiling, Piper let her own scent of arousal drift up and fill her senses. She was familiar with the scent, but never quite this strong, especially because she was unable to lick her lips and clear it away despite that being her first instinct.

  Julie returned to her bare sex and gathered more wetness with two more fingers, brought them back, and spread more around her lips, her expression oddly intense and focused. A moment later, she leaned over her doll and proceeded to kiss her unresponsive mouth again.

  Piper did her best not to curl her toes as Julie's tongue invaded her mouth again, this time bringing the distinct flavor of her own juices with it. The redhead was being super weird with her doll, but who wouldn't do whatever random fancy crossed their mind? Whatever it was Julie was doing, Piper fought hard to master an increasing heat within her lower body.

  Julie repeated her little ritual in different locations, spreading her doll's juices on both breasts before sucking on each nipple and kneading them rather forcefully. Several spots on her tummy followed, and Piper clenched her jaw to resist the tickling sensation of soft and moist lips on her skin.

  Was Julie working herself up to—no, she wasn't. Her puppet master passed her aching sex completely, opting instead to spread juices on her thighs before kissing and gently biting her creamy skin. Her lower leg was next, and then, each toe! Hoping desperately that her toes were clean enough, Piper fought her rising inner heat as Julie rubbed each toe down with her own juices and then sucked each one in turn.

  Now that much of her doll was covered in drying juices and saliva, Julie sat back up on her knees and studied her toy again.

  Piper wondered what she was thinking. Her senses had to be overpowered by the scent and flavor of aroused girl. Her entire body ran flush, complementing her red hair. She was obviously very turned on. Where would her urges bring her next?

  A moment later, her puppet master was standing high on her bed, her long red hair framing her face against her white ceiling. She slid her purple panties down, raised each foot in turn, then flung the lingerie away.

  With Julie's eyes on her, Piper had to keep her gaze straight up at the ceiling, but she'd glimpsed enough. Under Julie's little red triangle of pubic hair, her long hanging lips were red and wet with arousal.

  It was this wetness that she brought down, not by her fingers, but directly. Sitting on her doll's tummy, she began rubbing herself slowly and forcefully against the places she'd previously licked.

  Feeling her own inner heat flare up to match the fiery heat and slickness sliding across her bare skin, Piper felt her will to remain still crumbling. Those glistening lips trailed up across one of her breasts, pausing to press down against her nipple. While Julie moved her legs to get a better position, Piper secretly steeled herself. If those folds she knew so well slid across her open mouth, she feared she would be lost.

  And, of course, they did. Julie took her time sliding herself across her doll's unresponsive face, making sure to press her sopping sex against her forehead, nose, and half-open lips.

  As that familiar musky flavor reached her awareness, and as intimate fire and juices and soft folds pressed down on her face in a ve
ry new and weird way, every urge in Piper screamed to dive into that feminine shrine and lick and suck with abandon.

  Only one thing kept her will from buckling: she knew that Julie was testing her utterly, and that test had purpose. If she didn't give in and move for this, she wouldn't give in and move for anything, and Piper knew what Julie had on her mind. The redhead had to have fetishized the act after what had happened.

  A few drops of musky juice dropped straight down into her mouth and she let that flavor and scent roll around in her awareness as a sort of token satiation as Julie finally moved down her body.

  Her doll now covered in both of their juices, Julie seemed too consumed by arousal to delay any longer. Very energetically, she grabbed several pillows and slid them under her doll's butt until her midsection was a good distance in the air. Carefully, so as not to cause her doll to fall to the side, she pulled each leg apart. Sitting on her knees again between those open legs, she used two fingers to pry open her doll's sex and study it.

  Feeling kind of like she was at the doctor, Piper almost frowned.

  Her almost-frown faded as Julie began using her other hand to pry apart and explore her inner folds with highly sexual interest. Two fingers even carefully exposed her clit, and it took all her willpower not to squirm as two exploratory taps reached it—the first a finger, the second a tongue.

  Abandoning her intense visual exploration, Julie used one whole hand to rub her mound, her eyes on the way the soft skin moved and reacted with flush and heat.

  Piper knew her fascination well.

  Especially for Julie, who was ostensibly straight, it had to be weird. There was no aggressive shaft there, just a silky and inviting curve holding alluring feminine secrets. For a moment, Piper wondered how any girl could say no to such an experience. It just seemed so right. Or was that Isabella's control talking?

  In any case, Julie was not a girl who could say no to what lay open before her. At long last, her tongue ran a course up slick folds.