by Lexie X
No, that wasn't it.
She could feel it in her girlfriend's rare manner. This was the second first their dalliances in this stall had brought about: Isabella was going down on her not as part of some twisted game, not because of an order, and not to prove something, but simply because she wanted to.
This was Isabella finally internalizing the lessons of their shared summer and finally accepting the simple fact that her significant other was a girl. This was Isabella accepting her own attraction in a personal and fundamental way; whether through dark games, deepening love, or just spending enough time together, the gorgeous straight blonde had finally become truly physically attracted to her first girl in a basic and straightforward way, and she was presenting that fully-formed attraction as a gift.
Piper gladly accepted that gift, letting the pleasure within her build to near-painful levels as Isabella fingered and licked her with expert skill. She could feel Isabella's energy; feel the attraction inside her as the blonde went down on her and masturbated.
Painfully happy, Piper arched forward, curled her toes, and let the pleasure explode inside her. Clenching around her girlfriend's finger and gripping her long blonde hair with one fist, she rode a roaring tide of pleasure that filled her head and threatened to make her pass out. Vaguely aware of nearby gasping and moaning, she wondered if girls in another stall were also getting each other off—but no. The sounds were coming from her!
Too overwhelmed to stop, she just let herself enjoy the orgasm for as long as it lasted. Between her legs, Isabella put her whole body into her efforts, getting herself off even as she brought her girlfriend to continuous ecstasy.
"There some fucking lesbians in there?" some drunk girl shouted outside their stall.
Somebody else looked under their stall door and shrieked with laughter.
Coming down slowly, Piper did her best to pull up her jeans and redo the buckle even as her insides spasmed with aftershocks of pleasure. Isabella stood, pulled her close, and kissed her hard, smearing juices between their open lips. They kissed for the space of several moments until another shout to free up the stall forced them to move.
Afire with passion, Piper gripped her girlfriend's hand. "Let's go home."
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Chapter 5
After grabbing the stashed white jacket, they practically ran through the chilly night. By the time they reached the apartment, the two families within had gone, and Savannah and Maisy were either gone or in their rooms. Piper ditched her jacket on one of the couches and turned to say something, but she never got the chance.
Red-faced and shivering from the cold, Isabella pulled them both toward her room, slammed the door, then grabbed her girlfriend and immediately formed a nest of blankets on the bed. They both knew what her act and gift had meant, and they cuddled for a time, smiling at one another and kissing lightly every so often.
Wrapped up in those blankets with her warming girlfriend, who was truly physically attracted to her and okay with that fact, Piper practically beamed with happiness. Their rollercoaster relationship felt worth it as long as real emotional victories were eventually had, and this one felt sweet and wonderful.
The moment Isabella stopped shivering, they both moved closer and began kissing. Piper ran her hands along her girlfriend's soft neck and firm jawline as they kissed, eager to feel her every inch. Her questing fingers moved down along her collarbone and then to her chest, where she began squeezing and kneading.
Isabella pulled back after a moment to quickly remove her shirt and bra. The discarded clothes found their way to the floor, and their owner turned back only to find herself tackled.
Pushing the blankets aside and tumbling her girlfriend on her back, Piper climbed above her and leaned down to get at her waiting chest. She hadn't realized how much she'd missed those gorgeous breasts until they were bare before her; firm, round, and utterly perfect as always, they aroused something primal in her. She smiled at that instinctual arousal, happy that she now understood it. A year ago, that arousal had pained and confused her to no end. Now, it only made her feel secure and confident in who she was. She pulled that primal attraction up and filled herself with it, allowing herself to become one with the concept that had so scared her all those months ago. Surrounded by and armored by the word lesbian, she breathed deep and gave her girlfriend a bright smile.
Sensing her confidence and inner thoughts, Isabella smiled back.
Yup, Piper thought. Just a lesbian and her gorgeous girlfriend that's attracted to her in return together in bed! Letting that energy fill her, she lightly traced those perfect round breasts, her insides warming as she played. Leaning further down, she gently used her mouth until each nipple hardened under her tongue.
Isabella sighed happily.
Massaging the undercurves of each breast, Piper studied the way her girlfriend's flesh moved and compressed under her fingers. Drinking in the experience all over again, she let warmth begin growing between her own legs. Sometimes, Isabella's beauty hit her all over again, like it was the first day they'd ever met—she really was a bombshell.
And that bombshell loved her.
Taking her time, Piper massaged and kissed her way down her girlfriend's flat tummy, reveling in the impossible combination of softness and firmness. Isabella was so fit, and so smooth and beautiful. It just wasn't fair—or, it wouldn't be, except that the blonde was all hers to play with.
She moved further down and took a moment to pull off Isabella's jeans and underwear. When she returned between those slender legs, she found her girlfriend covering herself with one hand and pointing to a spot on her thigh with the other. Immediately remembering her very first time using her mouth, Piper shared a knowing smile with the smirking blonde.
Leaning down, she kissed firm thigh just below that finger.
Isabella moved her finger a little further in.
Following, she kissed the soft skin near her girlfriend's mound.
Finally, Isabella put her finger directly along her own perfect pink slit.
Feeling every bit like she was right back in that first night, Piper leaned further in, her eyes locked on the bare mound and waiting slit before her. The night had already been heavy with memory, so she went right to that moment. She could almost feel herself approaching that same taboo a year ago, as if her past self and her present self were next to one another.
She remembered wondering after where their little arrangement was going to take her. She couldn't help but smile. Tonight, Piper, she wanted to tell her past self. Tonight, you lick pussy for the first time, and there's no going back.
The moments were forever seared in her memory.
Mimicking her past self, she closed her lips and slid them up and down her girlfriend's glistening slit. Did Isabella remember? She did. Lifting her head a little higher to look down along her own body, Isabella watched her with a smile.
Opening her mouth lightly, Piper gently stuck out her tongue, reliving her first moments of exploration all over again. All the chaotic feelings and electric sensations were still there in her memories, and her body began heating up as her mind caught afire.
Her tongue slid deeper into slick silk, and there it was, that spontaneous pleasure; the very act itself still turned her on so much that she could actually start to build toward orgasm without touching herself. That had certainly been a big part of how their submissive and dominant relationship had played out. Had Isabella trained that ability in her, or was it just a natural part of her own sexuality? She would never know.
And she didn't care. Pressing her whole mouth against her girlfriend's warm sex, she used her open lips to caress her slit as her tongue worked deep and hard. With every shudder and sigh from the blonde bombshell writhing under her mouth, and every time those thighs tensed and that mound pressed up against her face, her own body responded with inner clenching and little jolts of pleasure.
Bringing her fingers forward, Piper licked two and then slid them in. Keeping them angle
d up to put pressure on the bottom of her girlfriend's sex with her knuckles, she found that specific spot she knew so well and began thrusting.
Isabella took in a sharp breath.
Spurred on, Piper brought her tongue to her girlfriend's clit as she thrust repeatedly with her fingers. Breathing hard, saliva dripping from her open mouth and working tongue, she put all her energy into it. Isabella threw her head back and bit her own arm to keep from screaming as she writhed on the bed.
Curling an arm around one naked leg to keep her anchored, Piper eagerly worked the gorgeous blonde through a tremendous and ongoing orgasm—and every single gasp, buck, and clench fueled her own building pleasure. She hadn't had a spontaneous orgasm in quite some time, and she wanted it, badly; it was a different feeling, a kind of sideways and body-filling physical enjoyment, and it was tremendously satisfying in a weird kind of way. Adding a third finger to her energetic rhythm, she felt Isabella's inner walls clench extremely tightly, and juices began leaking down her arm.
"More," the blonde gasped.
Piper kept her fingers thrusting, but she did take a moment to lift her tongue away, swallow, and breathe. "More?"
Between spasms, Isabella nodded.
"Okay…" Curiously energized, Piper slipped her pinky finger into silk wetness, too. With the forward half of her hand inside her girlfriend, her rhythms changed, and she found herself stimulating Isabella's G spot with all four fingers in a repeating pulling motion even as she kept her knuckles pressing down.
It was a very unexpected feeling having those normally tight walls expand to accommodate all four fingers, but Isabella was practically thrashing about in ecstasy, and juices were getting everywhere. Piper breathed harder as her own inner pleasure began reaching a rather intense pressure.
"More!" Isabella said again.
Overwhelmed by intense arousal, Piper could only nod, and then—she tried to work her thumb in, but Isabella was too tight at first. Slowly, she found a way to slip her thumb in using the force of her own body weight. Did it hurt? Isabella only seemed to be getting off harder and harder.
And, just like that, Piper realized her entire fist was inside her girlfriend. Those perfect pink lips, normally a compact slit, now ran tightly around her wrist and almost seemed to form a slight vacuum sensation. Without much range of motion, she could only move her fist back and forth a little bit, but that seemed to be more than enough stimulation. Isabella was certainly enjoying herself.
As the strangeness faded, Piper began getting into it, and she put more force behind her thrusting rhythm. How many minutes had Isabella just been straight up getting off? The blonde's legs were shaking and tensing constantly, and her inner walls were still clenching tightly around her fist.
At first, this new kind of play had felt weird, but the more her naked girlfriend got off in front of her, the more Piper became entranced. This, too, was like her first night a year ago. Everything had started between them because of her critical weakness for this gorgeous girl's body, and the way she flushed, writhed, and moaned during orgasm. A body like that could turn any girl lesbian, she thought. It was no wonder she was still on her knees pleasuring it a year later!
And then, suddenly, her own inner ball of heat ruptured and spilled ecstasy out through her limbs. Instinctively, she leaned forward and added her tongue above her thrusting wrist. The feeling of using her tongue spiked her own pleasure, and it was all she could do to breathe through her nose as a surprisingly strong orgasm took hold of her.
Isabella's legs came up and clenched around her back, and they came together for several minutes.
Her mind flooded with white, Piper kept going until she could take no more. She came to a slow halt, her arm burning with exhaustion and her body afire with the echoes of ecstasy. After waiting for Isabella's clenching aftershocks to fade, she took her fingers out one by one. Her entire hand, her forearm, and the sheets were all soaked. Somehow, this type of act seemed to produce more juices—or maybe Isabella had just been that turned on by it?
"I just… fisted you…" she breathed aloud, stunned.
Isabella remained on her back as she caught her breath. "Yeah, and it was fucking awesome."
Her heart pounding, Piper moved up the bed and embraced her naked girlfriend. "How come we've never thought to do that before? Jesus, you came for like twenty minutes!"
Smiling with utter satisfaction, Isabella held her a little tighter. "I've thought about it for awhile, but tonight I'm just—" She searched for the right words. "Really, really feeling girl sex."
"I see," Piper replied, feeling her heart flutter. She knew what Isabella meant for sure. Some days, the need for softness, wetness, and intimacy with a girl were all she could think about. "Got a little bit of that lesbian lust tonight, eh?"
Isabella rolled her eyes, but kept smiling. "Only for you, Piper."
Eager to push her luck on this topic, Piper sat up and slid off her own shirt and bra before clambering atop her girlfriend again. Shoving her handful-sized breasts in her girlfriend's face, she grinned. "Admit it."
Giving a few careful, teasing licks around her nipples, Isabella resisted her game. "Admit what?"
Piper pushed her chest forward a little more and found herself rewarded with a few light sucks on her left nipple. "You like it."
After a long lick up the underside of one breast, Isabella teased back, "I like what exactly?"
"Pussy."
At that, the blonde couldn't help but laugh. "When you put it that way, how could I ever misunderstand?"
"Fine then," Piper continued, weirdly fixated on the topic for reasons she couldn't put it into words at that exact moment. She took a small breath before saying it: "Lesbian sex."
"So direct!"
"Admit it," she insisted, going in for tickles.
"Fine, fine!" Isabella gave in, laughing painfully as the tickles became too much to bear. "I like lesbian sex!"
Piper immediately stopped her assault and moved back an inch.
Isabella looked up at her, keeping her gaze. "I like lesbian sex." She blinked and looked away for a moment.
For some reason, that statement went straight to Piper's heart. It was obvious, sure—what else had they been doing for over a year?—but such a direct statement, without qualifiers or exit strategies, had all the qualities of a realization. Had Isabella ever said it so directly before? The blonde was clearly thinking about what she'd just said, and all its implications.
It wasn't "I like sex with you," or even just "I like sex," it was "I like lesbian sex…"
It occurred to Piper, once again, that Isabella had her own entire mental journey to travel through all this, and it was something she rarely got to see. She remembered last Thanksgiving and the first time Isabella had gone down on her; it had started out as an act born of emotion and their close and twisted bond.
She hadn't done it often—only when really, really horny—until the summer, when they'd had lots of time, no distractions, and a mutual push to grow true physical attraction in her. This was the first night Piper had ever felt a true, clear, calm, and implicit physical attraction from her girlfriend. It wasn't a kink or a game. It just was. Together, through fierce love, incredible sex, and a twisted unique bond, they'd grown a bond of lesbian attraction in Isabella's otherwise straight personality.
And she liked it.
For Piper, that realization assuaged some deep worry. No matter how strong their twisted bond, how long could a relationship between a lesbian and a totally straight girl really last? She hadn't known she'd been so worried about it. But, thinking about it now, she had definitely been wondering if that had been the reason Isabella had been pulling away so hard and keeping their relationship secret. After all, Marlene had eventually pulled away from Jessie—but that wasn't going to happen to her and Isabella, not anymore. She liked lesbian sex!
Isabella held her tighter and closer. Could the blonde sense her thoughts somehow?
Maybe she could. Isabella made
no move to send her to her own room. Curled up with her loving and naked girlfriend, Piper slept more soundly and happily than she had in weeks.
Sneaking across the living room the next morning, Piper froze as someone addressed her.
"Wow, just getting in?" Maisy asked, her attention on some eggs she was cooking in the kitchen. "Walk of shame, eh?
Piper gave a sheepish grimace. "Something like that."
"Nice," the black-haired girl laughed. "And you're so sneaky about it, I didn't even hear the front door!" She seemed to subtly hesitate after that comment.
Moving on quickly, Piper mumbled some closing remark and darted into her room.
The day went by in a haze of happy anticipation. Things finally seemed back to normal—no, better than ever—and Piper did her homework in her room without a single bad feeling clouding her thoughts.
Dinner with her family rolled around, and Isabella came out to meet her in the living room already dressed and ready to go. She wore tight-fitting jeans and a loose green blouse that matched her eyes, and Piper wanted to jump her right there—except Maisy sat in the living room with a half-finished book in hand and chatting with Isabella.
"Oh, dinner with your parents, right?" Maisy asked.
Piper nodded. "Yeah."
"Where are you all going?"
"Not sure."
Isabella chimed in. "I'm hoping Olive Garden."
"Oh," their roommate said, looking between them. "You're going?"
Piper stood stunned, a red blush creeping across her cheeks. She was certain they were blatantly obvious.
"Yep," Isabella replied. "My family's not visiting, so Piper invited me out with hers."
"That's so nice of you!" Maisy said. "You could have come out with my family, too."
"That's alright. I had a lot of studying to do."
Breathing deep, Piper remembered that Isabella was always in control. "Well, they're outside. Ready?"
