by Lexie X
Still oddly shaken, Isabella reached out a hand and gently gripped the tattooed girl's fingers. "What is it about her that makes her so amazing in our lives?"
Jessie returned her little grip and laughed. "I have a feeling we are both gigantic messes, and she's amazingly simply because she helps clean us up."
"That might not be far off."
They let go of each other's hands, but a certain tense energy had definitely departed from the conversation.
"I hurt her really badly, didn't I?" Isabella found herself asking, genuinely concerned.
Jessie nodded, causing her messy pink hair to flop. "It's this gigantic, enormous, impossible thing to get across to people that don't know firsthand. I know from experience. Piper isn't attracted to men. They are not sexual objects to her, they are not romantic objects to her, and they probably come with lots of baggage from forced failed attempts at relationships."
A sinking feeling added itself to the chaos already around her heart. "She's not attracted to men," she repeated, trying to process that statement. She'd never quite thought about it in such direct terms. All their games had been about power, control, and seduction, but at the end of the day the strong, confident, and domineering traits she herself valued in her past boyfriends had no meaning for Piper.
Or, wait—holy shit, wait a second—Piper was still attracted to those traits, but in her.
"I'm… Piper's boyfriend…" she realized aloud. "At least, in terms I understand. But she's the stable, solid, emotionally strong one. How does that make sense? I always kinda thought I was the girl in the relationship." She clutched her coffee a little tighter.
Jessie smiled compassionately. "It's never so clear-cut between girls. Sometimes you're the dominant one, sometimes you're the submissive one. Sometimes you're equals. It's a fuckin' mess, honestly. Being a lesbian is a head trip. Welcome to the club."
"I'm not a lesbian, though," she said softly, staring down at the table.
"That's kind of what I'm trying to get at," the pink-haired girl insisted. "If you're with Piper, you're with Piper. Assuming you two don't break up, you'll never have sex with a man ever again."
At that, she looked up in surprise.
Jessie nodded knowingly. "Most girls love penis. More power to 'em. But you never get to have one ever again. Literally the rest of your life. I have a feeling that, based on what you did to her last night, you haven't really thought about that fact. Cock is… out of the equation."
It was true; she hadn't thought about it to that depth. Her entire body tingled at the heaviness of the thoughts flashing through her mind. Everything with Piper had rolled along of its own accord and blindsided her emotionally quite often. She'd never really extrapolated the consequences out to life beyond college. They'd talked about marriage a few times in a vague long-term future sort of way, but she hadn't really felt it as real.
"Now," Jessie said. "I don't know if Piper's okay with you being your usual flirtatious self with guys. Maybe you can be the social goddess you're used to being, taking the center of attention everywhere you go. Maybe she's okay with that. But you've been together a year now. What happens if you end up sticking together? What happens if you get married?"
Isabella stared at her.
Jessie narrowed her eyes. "Have you thought about how it would make her look if you still flirted with men? How it might make her feel?"
"I… no, I haven't thought about that…"
"I know you haven't. You're a sophomore in college. I haven't thought about that shit either. But you better start. You fucked up big time, and the only way to make it up to her is to start taking her as seriously as she takes you."
"I take her seriously," she replied quietly, deadly certain of one thing despite all her confusion. Throughout so many storms of emotion, Piper had been her rock, the endless counterbalance to her own tempestuous nature. "She's always there. Always. She's my heart, time and again. I was lost before I met her, and I'd be lost without her now."
Jessie watched her with distant eyes, eventually managing a nod. "I hope you find a way to show her that."
Barely managing to breathe through all her pent-up emotion, Isabella let out a sincere reply. "Me too."
Both girls sipped their coffees for a time, lost in separate thoughts. The slight connection they'd had remained, and Jessie felt comfortable enough to ask her next question. "Are you prepared to give up dick forever?"
The question was vulgar, but extremely pertinent. Isabella felt that honesty was the appropriate response for Jessie, and for herself. "I… don't know."
The pink-haired girl gave a small laugh. "Seems like the most honest answer. Forgive my intimate knowledge of your relationship, but, a year ago, you set out with the ridiculous conceit to turn her lesbian, and now you're the one facing the choice to give up men."
Isabella gave her companion an only mildly unhappy frown. "The irony's not lost on me."
"Well, I mean, it's less a question of what you're giving up and more a question of what you're getting in return," Jessie explained, leaning a little closer. "I've definitely asked myself this one before, and it just might rock your world: do you like pussy?"
As she sat, stared at her coffee companion, and processed the question, a thousand sense memories flooded her awareness. A continuum of the past year opened up in her mind and she saw herself in many places and times.
She felt herself stretched out on the bed last Thanksgiving, so long ago now, in Piper's hometown bedroom and lightly kissing another girl's sex for the first time right after her first admission of her twisted thoughts to anyone ever. Piper had surprised her by loving the reveal that she'd been a pawn to be manipulated, and, then, spurred by that excitement… Isabella remembered sliding down nervously between the brunette's legs… getting her off with her hands… and then kissing those slick lips just once quickly, her heart full of nervous fire.
And then, the next time they'd found time to be alone together, Piper had officially asked her out. Girlfriend and girlfriend! She hadn't thought about the tremendous implications at the time, but, so charged up, they'd had sex, and the orgasm her new girlfriend had given her had been incredible, and their emotions had both been running high, and… she'd licked pussy for the first time.
She could still taste and feel every moment of that experience. It'd been impossible to get her head around what she'd done, and dwelling on the act had made her continually horny; the first day they'd gotten back to campus, she remembered fondly, she'd had her first lesbian sixty-nine with her new girlfriend—one of only three times they'd ever done that.
She still thought of the second time in the shower at her sister's house during the summer almost every time she masturbated. They'd reached such an incredible level of heat and pleasure curled up naked and licking each other like that, no doubt due to the new attraction burgeoning inside her. Going down on Piper three times a day for almost the entire summer had been a twisted training program, but it had worked. As she thought about it all her body practically sang with the muscle memories of fingering, thrusting, and licking that slick slit countless times. She could summon the feel of that intimate wetness on her face, the taste of her girlfriend's arousal, and the way Piper bucked and moaned with pleasure.
She saw herself, too, back at the night she'd found out about Jessie's existence, and she relived fucking Piper for the first time with a strap-on. Despite the toy being plastic, the slipperiness and squeezing of her girlfriend's sex had still been evident, and the surreal experience of fucking someone rather than being fucked had stuck with her through all the times she'd done it again. All Piper had to do was lift her ass up in the air and that inviting slit and those round cheeks made her instantly wet—and eager to slip into that slickness with her strap-on.
More memories came to her. She remembered crawling under a library table right after coming back from Christmas break and making her girlfriend squirt for the first time. It'd been effortless and utterly intimate, and their sha
red energy had been warm and incredible.
And, the night they'd both admitted they were in love, she remembered feeling like lezzing out as she'd called it; having Piper sit on her face, masturbating to it, and then still being in the mood to lick even after she'd gotten herself off. That had definitely been a sign of things to follow.
And that first day of summer at Laura's masturbating while studying her girlfriend's naked sex—literally just masturbating to another girl's exposed slit!
Red-faced and slightly sweaty from the intensity of her rush of sense memories, Isabella looked up at her coffee companion. "Um, wow. I've never really framed it that way before, and it's definitely slowly snuck up on me, but… yeah." She paused to give the admission a solid weight. "I… love Piper's pussy."
Jessie just stared at her for a moment, visibly entranced by her obvious arousal. Finally, she shook her head to retake control. "You love Piper, sure, but that's not what I asked. Has it been the same with other girls?"
Isabella took a gulp of her coffee to buy time. Her racing heart made it hard to focus. "I've never played with any girls other than Piper."
"What?" Jessie said, blinking. "In all the crazy stuff you've done, you've never…?"
"No," the flushed blonde explained. "I've made girls do stuff to me, sure, but I've certainly never gone down on them."
"You are the worst kind of person," her companion teased after processing the truth of her statement. "So Piper's the only girl you've really been with?!"
"I fucked Marlene with a strap-on once, I think."
Jessie frowned mightily.
"Oh, shit," she amended. "It was before you two met."
"It's fine," her companion said after a moment, brushing away the potential drama. "She and I broke up anyway… it doesn't matter now." She sighed and took a sip. "But the question still remains: do you love pussy enough that you'll be satisfied with just girl sex?"
To that, she had no answer.
There was one thing she did know, however: her months of coldness, purely driven by her own inner chaos, had derailed the wonderful closeness they'd been building for the last year. How could she have forgotten how much she'd grown to enjoy pleasuring Piper? There were more than a few times during their summer together when she'd craved it almost at the same level as her submissive girlfriend. The need to touch, lick, and suck that soft sweet flesh had bubbled around her brain like a mental bath in a deep hot tub, keeping her turned on all summer long. It was a self-perpetuating desire she knew she needed to restart.
Returning to the apartment with a grim determination, she moved through the living room and into the opposite hallway. She knocked lightly on Piper's door and waited.
The thin brunette opened the door a moment later, her eyes still heavy with sadness. "What's up…"
"You doing homework?" she asked, peering past.
Piper nodded.
Instead of barging in, Isabella remained where she was. Her domineering nature, she knew, needed to take a back seat for a little while. "Can you spare a few minutes?"
"Sure." Letting her in, Piper retreated to her bed, where a textbook, a notebook, some pens, and a backpack sat strewn about. "Are you feeling down about the divorce stuff?"
Taking in a deep breath and steeling her heart against a sudden tremendous pain, she shook her head. "I'm trying not to think about that right now. You're more important."
Her girlfriend stared down at her textbook for a few seconds before replying neutrally. "Oh?"
Daring to sit down on the other side of the bed, Isabella reached out a hand. "I miss you." She built up her courage for unusually direct communication in the form of a request rather than an order. "I miss playing with your pussy…"
Piper blinked, and her face grew red. "Really?"
Nodding, she scooted an inch closer. "Can I?"
"Now?"
She gulped and touched her girlfriend's thigh. "It'll be just like this summer. Lie back and let me make you feel good."
Piper hesitated, still uncertain. "Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"Alright…" The wary brunette moved back up against her pillows, then thought better of it. "No, wait." She moved to the floor and next to her large mirrored closet doors. "Right here."
Isabella couldn't help but remember their first day in their new apartment when she'd had Piper go down on her in that exact same spot and position, mainly to make her watch herself during the act. This turnaround was a subtle but deserved humiliation. Clambering down onto the floor, the penitent blonde helped her girlfriend get her pants off.
Warming up to the idea a little bit, Piper cautiously opened her legs.
Was the old feeling still there? Isabella felt heat rising up through her chest as she studied her girlfriend's lithe thighs and the white panties between. There'd been so many times that she'd relished in dominating Piper and manipulating her further and further down the path of girl sex, and, now, she was desperately trying to summon lesbian lust inside herself. The total reversal of her long con wasn't lost on her, and thinking about being so utterly turned around certainly aroused her—but this arousal had to be physical, not mental.
Gently pulling white fabric aside, she regarded her girlfriend's waiting sex. A little brown patch of hair topped those protruding lips she knew so well, and hints of pink between glistened in the light. This, then, was Piper's most intimate flesh, a key element of all their sexuality together. This was where the brunette felt, most of all, the pleasures and urges that made her such an irresistible submissive.
This was also what made Piper a girl; she vividly remembered how long it'd taken her to wrap her head around the smoothness between her significant other's legs. As Jessie had so crassly said, cock was out of the equation, and she would have to decide for herself whether a vagina was something she could be happy with.
There'd been an unspoken subtext to that conversation. In their games, she and Piper had often seduced or included other girls, and they'd both loved it. That meant, in the future, there were likely to be other girls—and women, as they got older—but not men. Never men. So, it wasn't just one person she was going to have to be attracted to and lust after, it was girls in general; soft skin, full lips, breasts, and more. It was exactly as Jessie had framed it: did she like pussy? To be with Piper properly, to truly make her wonderful girlfriend happy and secure, she would have to.
A body-wide halo of heat seemed to tingle along her skin as she thought about what she needed to do. She'd set out a year ago to dominate Piper, to break her and turn her lesbian; instead she was going to have to do it to herself. Heat played across her skin as the first sliver of that understanding shifted what felt like her entire awareness and worldview. The groundwork had already been built in many ways, especially over the summer, and she loved this strong, complex, and reliable girl so much—
Pulling that bodily heat into herself, she channeled it up into her awareness, cracking herself open just a tiny bit to revive that warm head-filling sensation she remembered so strongly from the summer's training. Staring at waiting pink, she slowly felt it come to her: this was Piper. This was the girl she loved, the girl that had always been there for her, and the girl that had broken through her every barrier.
Staring at those glistening folds, all her memories suddenly flared; a year of fingering, licking, thrusting, sucking, reveling in sweetness, and masturbating to thoughts of her girlfriend. Just like that, she tensed up, and a spark seemed to strike her lower abdomen. Just like that, she felt herself grow wet.
Giving in to the heat, she moved her face forward across the last few inches and slid her tongue out with an excited sigh. The sweet slickness and warmth of her girlfriend's arousal hit her senses like fuel for flames; the heat in her head intensified, and she let her animal urges grow. Her every fiber danced with excitement as she drank in the taste and feel of licking up and down between her girlfriend's spread lips. Something felt new and different about the act; something felt energizing, agita
ting, and exciting all in one, filling her body with need. Was this what Piper felt when she did it? For her, it'd almost seemed like a spiritual experience at times.
As she thrust her tongue deep into alluring silkiness, and as she looked to the mirror and saw a blonde-framed impassioned face buried between a girl's legs, her own green eyes staring back at her and filled with lust, it occurred to her—was this what lesbians felt? She had a strong memory of playing with an absolutely gorgeous penis one time before that casual hookup had turned into full sex; she'd spent nearly ten minutes stroking, sucking, and enjoying it, surprisingly turned on by it in a directly animalistic way. That was her best comparison to this new feeling: a powerful need to lick, suck, play, and get ever closer to this sexual flesh.
The ferocious urges ran deeper inside her awareness than any she was used to, moving in layers far beneath her thoughts, her desires, and her senses. Every lick of those silky folds brought out wetness between her own legs, and the warm tight slickness sliding around her newly inserted fingers actually brought a wave of pleasure up from between her legs.
She trembled with excitement and awe at the realization that Piper had often gotten off just from playing with her. Was this that feeling? With the right manipulation of emotion and playing with her girlfriend's sex, could she actually bring herself to orgasm without direct stimulation like Piper could?
And Piper was a lesbian—this had to be it, she told herself. This had to be what lesbians felt: real animalistic attraction, in a tremendously basic way, to another girl. Catching onto that barest sliver of new emotion with all her focus, she brought it close, intent on exploring it further.
Something about her sudden new energy caught her girlfriend's attention. Above her, Piper had been breathing carefully as the stimulation increased, her eyes wary. That changed as their gazes locked.
