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

by Lexie X

  "Take off her bra," Chris said, becoming more confident.

  As they traded tongues and deep kisses, Piper moved her hands around her girlfriend's back. Instead of expertly unclasping her bra, she fumbled around for a bit to maintain the premise that they hadn't done this before.

  A moment later, he muttered an exclamation as her amazing round breasts swung free. "I cannot believe this is happening… um, squeeze them?"

  Hot with attraction to her girlfriend and hatred of this random guy's attention, Piper almost refused, but a smirk from Isabella brought her in line. She'd asked for this, after all, so she had to prove she could handle it.

  Gently, she began exploring her girlfriend's firm curves. Kneading and squeezing, she let herself be visibly fascinated. That much was true to life.

  To her left, Chris watched, his eyes wide. "Have you ever done that before?"

  Piper shook her head. "Never."

  "Do you like it?"

  She gulped, and decided to use some truth as part of her role. "It's kind of turning me on."

  He seemed to like that answer. "Oh, wow. Do you… um, what should we do about that?"

  Isabella answered for her. "You're in control."

  "Right." He looked Piper up and down. "Take off your pants?"

  Slowly, she complied. Slipping the material down from her legs, she returned to a sitting position on the edge of the bed in just her panties.

  "Rub yourself?" he ordered sheepishly.

  Evincing a very true-to-life hesitation, Piper slid down a hand and began rubbing herself above her panties.

  "Wait," he said, visibly approaching a scary moment of decision. "Isabella, you do that to her."

  "Now we're talking," the blonde replied calmly, moving her hand over to rub between her girlfriend's legs.

  Despite herself, Piper closed her eyes and sighed with enjoyment. Her pent-up need had simply been too great.

  Chris seemed to like that. "Holy crap," he said again, finally realizing that this was really happening. "Rub her underneath."

  Obliging, Isabella slid her hand up onto delicate expanses of skin, then back down underneath fabric. The entire time, she kept a slight sultry smile on her face.

  "Do you like that?" he asked.

  Piper nodded, unable to speak lest she accidentally moan.

  Chris gulped. "This isn't going to be weird, since you're roommates?" he asked, still nervous.

  Isabella gave him a very slight glare to remind him to stay on track. "We'll be fine."

  "Alright then…" He reached down and uncomfortably adjusted the crotch of his jeans. He gave out his order with anxious haste. "Take off her panties."

  Her sultry smile returning, Isabella moved to the floor, slid off her girlfriend's panties, and then came back between her legs. She looked over in bemused askance.

  "Go down on her."

  Even though she hated the situation terribly, Piper couldn't help but feel her body getting caught up in it. Of course he'd focus on Isabella. He was attracted to her gorgeous figure and stunning features just as much as she was. And of course he'd want to see action between two girls. How many guys actually got that chance? And here Isabella was, on her knees, topless, being ordered around; a small revenge.

  Isabella took her time to play up the moment, making it seem like her absolute first. Kissing gently along her thigh and then up and around her mound, she made a show of hesitation and uncertainty.

  She was a hell of an actress. For a few moments, Piper saw her almost exactly like she'd been last Thanksgiving. If she hadn't known better, she would have sworn this was the gorgeous blonde's first time having her face between another girl's legs.

  Chris began squirming as her tongue made first contact. Piper could only hope he'd keep it in his pants, even though she was certain Isabella was going to use him to hurt and humiliate her.

  "You taste so good," the blonde breathed, her tone full of wonderment.

  Chris watched, stunned by the moment. "Really?"

  Isabella nodded. "Kinda can't believe I've never done this before…" With that statement, she began lapping harder and slid her flattened tongue up between hanging lips.

  Her body full of conflicting emotion and now intense stimulation as well, Piper tried to keep hold of herself. "It feels so good," she said without thinking, playing into what her character might say.

  "This is so hot," Chris commented, breathless. "Uh, Piper, take off your shirt."

  Half-overwhelmed by pleasure, she did as she was told and threw her shirt on the floor.

  "Bra, too."

  Wavering in place but growing higher on bliss, she unhooked her bra and dropped it. For all Chris knew, she was growing more pliable and less hesitant the more another girl's first time licking made her feel good.

  He scooted a little closer. "I think you should get Isabella naked, and then… you two should sixty-nine."

  Isabella almost immediately pulled away and hopped on the bed to give better access to her jeans. Coming out of her daze, Piper slowly turned and pulled off her girlfriend's pants and underwear. It was something she wanted—curling up with Isabella and going down on each other—but not with this guy watching! Still, they'd had sex in front of Sheenan, and what difference did the gender of a voyeur make, really?

  Feeling oddly on display, she lay on her back as Isabella clambered above her. Two thighs swung over her head, and, suddenly, instinct took over. With a pussy in her face, nothing else much mattered, and she dove in with abandon; she even gripped her girlfriend's ass cheeks to bring her sex down harder.

  She could hear their watcher's amazed breathing nearby. How did he perceive this? He'd started out ordering around two straight girls who'd never done anything together, and now they were warming up to eating each other out, and getting really into it. Was this the average male's dream encounter?

  Hell, it was definitely one her own top fantasies, if that counted. Fuck! Acting it out and making it real for someone else was turning her on even more.

  That, and Isabella's mouth working her aching sex.

  Curled into her naked girlfriend like that, face buried in slick wetness, an eager tongue thrusting into her, she felt an orgasm coming on. That was what her character would shoot for, right? She'd be overwhelmed by what was happening, and just go with what felt good.

  Almost without warning, she found herself tensing and moaning lightly with a supposedly new and strange kind of orgasm. On top of her, Isabella bucked and arched with her own crescendo of enjoyment. It had all been quick—perhaps part of the act, or perhaps not.

  "Oh my god," Chris said near them.

  Isabella lifted her head and wiped her dripping chin on her girlfriend's thigh. "So good… I'm so turned on right now…"

  "Me too," he replied. He glanced down at his tightened pants, wary of a suggestion. "Come… suck me?"

  Isabella climbed off and moved across the bed.

  Piper sat up, thinking no, no, no! She watched in horror as her girlfriend began unbuttoning a guy's jeans. This had always been one of her secret terrible fears. Hell, Isabella had promised they wouldn't do guys!

  And she was sultry, and sexy, and skilled, just as much in that context as in hers. That was the most biting part. Isabella worked his pants off with erotic grace, eventually returning up to black underwear that hid a long bulge. A tight pressure clamped around Piper's heart as she watched, unable to turn away.

  Isabella turned and smirked at her, giving her a chance to freak out and call everything off, but she couldn't. Isabella knew that. The pressure on her heart sharpened into crushing knives.

  A moment later, the blonde's questing fingers pried fabric down just enough to pop out the secret hidden beneath. She grinned eagerly and then took the already-hard shaft up into her hand. Her full lips followed, engulfing his purple head.

  And there it was. Piper clenched her fists and tried to fight a roaring blackness in her head. Her girlfriend was sucking cock. She'd always known Isabella was mos
tly straight, and that she had a whole other side to her that had never come out during sex with a girl, but seeing it was an entirely different level of pain.

  The worst part was that it wasn't all that different. She was confident and in control in both worlds, and the utter embodiment of smooth, full, intense sexuality. Any secret hopes she'd had that she could one day shift Isabella completely to the lesbian end of the spectrum now seemed to be dashed and foolish.

  Chris stared down at the gorgeous blonde working him, unable to look away for very different reasons.

  Extremely hurt, and, as a result, extremely turned on, Piper began rubbing herself as she watched. The pain was stronger than any she'd yet felt, and that blackness fueled her intense arousal.

  But it could get worse.

  "Your turn," Chris said.

  Piper just let her mouth gape open for a second. "Me?"

  "Yeah," he said. "Come suck me."

  Popping her mouth free, Isabella scooted over and watched her with that same evil smirk. "Come on, Piper. He's got a great cock."

  Almost feeling sick, she climbed forward on the bed.

  Isabella leaned forward and whispered in her ear. "I know you can't handle this. Just give up and fuck off. I know you want to."

  She turned her head sharply, but Isabella had already moved past and behind her. What had that meant? Could the manipulative blonde tell she'd been thinking of breaking up with her? Or was that just her secret fear?

  Piper regarded the glistening erect penis before her. Chris seemed like a nice enough person, and he had no way of knowing he was doing this to a lesbian; she couldn't hate him, but she could certainly hate Isabella. Her chest burned with fury and anger and humiliation and fear and pain all at once.

  Alright, Piper, you've tried to do this once or twice before. Remember those fumbling times in high school? She closed her eyes and opened her mouth.

  The black pressure around her heart intensified as her lips made contact with his smooth and silky head. She took him further in her mouth and immediately almost gagged. Everything about this, just like in high school, felt wrong and degrading and horrible. What was this thick, weird, and uncomfortable presence doing in her mouth? This was everything she'd turned down from Jake during that summer foursome. She hadn't wanted it then, and it'd helped her realize that she was truly, utterly, completely and undeniably a lesbian. She'd taken that realization to Isabella and fallen happily into her arms. Yet, here she was, half-gagging on a goddamn penis as a result of Isabella's torture.

  He instinctively thrust a tiny bit, and she pulled off quickly, unable to handle the presence near the back of her throat. Everything about it was the opposite of the things that so captivated her. Gone was the intimate crevice, the slick folds, the incredible and complex flavor and scent. Instead, there was just the masculine smell of sweat, some tasteless skin, and an invasive presence in her mouth. Fortunately, since she wasn't very good at it, he didn't ask her to keep doing it.

  Something about Isabella's manner seemed darker, though. The blonde watched her with a subtle glare. "I think you should fuck Piper," she said, violating the rules of her own game.

  Chris seemed surprised. "Um, alright. I don't have a condom, though."

  "It's fine. She's on birth control."

  Stunned, Piper glared over at her girlfriend.

  "You are?" Chris asked.

  All eyes on her, Piper felt the moment of worst decision upon her. Just how far was this going to go? If only Isabella knew what was in her heart—there was no limit.

  "I am," she lied.

  "Great," he said, climbing up on his knees. "How about doggy style?"

  Frozen with heated pain, Piper numbly got on all fours. If this was how it had to be, then she would let it happen. Her soul felt broken.

  He felt much smaller than the large strap-on Isabella used on her, even despite her intense inner tightness; her body really did not want this. She thrust weakly in rhythm with him even as tears began welling from her eyes and falling to the sheets.

  Isabella came up beside her and whispered in her ear again. "Just give up, Piper. You hate me and all the shit I put you through. I know you do."

  She shook her head, spilling out more tears.

  "You want a life with me?" Isabella whispered furiously. "Fine. This guy's gonna come inside you, and you're going to get pregnant."

  Piper screwed up her face, but her only response was more hot tears.

  "How else are fucking lesbians going to have a family? Have fucking kids?" Isabella hissed. "See? That's how insane I am. How horrible I am. It'll never get anything but worse."

  Sobbing, Piper clutched the sheets. "I know."

  "And you'd still stay with me?" Isabella whispered. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

  "I love you, you unbelievable idiot," she choked out quietly. "The worse you treat me, the more I want you. You know that. I'm the one person in the entire world you can't ever drive away. I'll never leave you no matter what."

  Having noticed something wrong, Chris slowly pulled out and backed off. "Everything alright?"

  Isabella turned to him calmly. "Chris, I think you should go. You didn't do anything wrong, you're fine. It was nice to meet you."

  "Okay…" he said, trailing off. Confused, he dressed quickly and departed without another word.

  Still naked and crying into a pillow, Piper hadn't moved. A gentle touch on her shoulder caught her bleary-eyed attention.

  "Just break up with me and get it over with," Isabella sighed.

  "I'll never leave you," Piper sobbed again, feeling lower than any other moment in her life.

  That seemed to anger her girlfriend. "I know you will!" she half-shouted, climbing on top of her.

  Piper shook her head.

  Isabella gripped her by the throat. "I'd have you fucking get pregnant and have a baby just to torture you, and you'd stay with me?"

  She replied with only one word, indicating the hand around her throat. "Harder."

  Glaring daggers, Isabella tightened her grip. "Give it up! I know you hate me!"

  In that moment, a great many things became clear to her. She realized something about herself, and she realized something about Isabella.

  She knew what was wrong.

  It'd been so obvious.

  Now all that remained was communicating that to the girl she loved more than anything in the world. It was a truth black as coal and unhealthy and dangerous to the extreme, but Piper knew she had no limits when it came to showing this wounded girl how much she was loved; no limits at all.

  "Harder," she forced out.

  Isabella squeezed her neck with fury—but it still didn't hurt, not that much. Something in the blonde was holding back. This was not real violence; not real hatred.

  "You… can kill me…" Piper choked out, her feelings unified and crystal clear. "And I'll… still love you."

  Isabella let go of her throat, her green eyes wide with shock. "You're serious."

  "My life is yours," she said after a deep breath, meaning every word. It fit perfectly; her gift was the ultimate pinnacle of the person she now knew she was. "I don't want anyone else, ever. I don't care about anyone else, ever. Just you. And you can do anything you want with me. The more you use me and control me and command me, the more I'll enjoy it. I'm yours, forever."

  Isabella made no move or sound for nearly thirty seconds, instead just staring at her. Finally, she moved—she turned away and sat hunched at the corner of the bed. "You're going to leave me."

  "I won't." She moved closer to her girlfriend.

  The blonde turned around with unexpected vehemence. "You will leave me! I'm my goddamn mom, don't you see? I'm an alcoholic, horrible, nasty bitch, and you're the calm, steady, normal one."

  Hearing that, Piper bit her lip. She'd been right about what the problem was. "Your parents are getting a divorce, aren't they?"

  "He left!" Isabella shrieked, bursting into tears. "He left! And he won't fucking return
our calls or talk to us or tell us where he went—he doesn't give a shit about us! He left because he couldn't stand my fucking mom anymore. Who could? And I'm just like her!"

  Crawling forward, Piper grabbed her naked and crying girlfriend from behind and held her tight despite her attempts to wriggle free. It made all the sense in the world. The primary relationship Isabella had ever known had been between her harridan mother and her aloof father. Those two had probably made their horrible relationship work just for the sake of the kids, and now that the youngest of the two was off to college, it was time to split.

  And her father hadn't exactly paid attention to her in the first place. All those princess toys and stuffed animals and whatever else she'd wanted—she'd seen those as diversions to placate her and keep her from bothering him. For most of the last year, her parents had refused to talk to her, too. It was only a few months ago that her mom had started calling again—ah, the timing made sense.

  To have her father, the person whose attention she'd been trying to get her whole life, suddenly up and cut off all contact forever—it must have been absolutely tearing her apart inside.

  It was probably, quite specifically, the worst thing that could ever happen to Isabella; tailor-crafted by some sadistic demon just for her, or perhaps just the inevitable result of a broken marriage. It was no wonder she'd been freaking out all this time somewhere in her secret inner places where she hid her true self from the world.

  "We'll get through this," Piper told her terribly hurt girlfriend. "We always do."

  "I know," Isabella sobbed, clutching her arms. "It's you. It's always you."

  There was nothing more to say; not for that night, anyway. All Piper could do was hold her girlfriend tight, and stay with her—no matter what.

  Chapter 7

  Before waking fully and facing her hangover, Isabella kept her eyes closed and simply enjoyed her long-needed relief from inner torment. Tight bonds of pain had been constantly wrapped around her heart, making her anxious, despairing, and angry almost at random for the past two months. She'd tried, but talking about it had proven impossible—how could she possibly convey how worthless and terrible her father had made her feel by disappearing? To speak of it would be to make it real. To put it into words herself would legitimize the horribly hurt and needy girl inside her; someone she'd spent her whole life pretending didn't exist.