by Lexie X
Laughing softly, she thought back on her first weeks at school. Stuck in a room with someone her body was absolutely on fire for, it was no wonder she'd gotten out that laptop and masturbated to those videos so much, and Isabella catching her doing that had started all this. Sometimes, the perfect manner in which they were both irresistible traps for each other made her wonder if there was any possible way they wouldn't have ended up together. If Isabella hadn't caught her the way she did, would they just have found some other way to connect? If the year had gone on with all that pent-up tension, Piper wondered, would her past self have desperately broken down and begged her roommate to let her service her? Would Isabella have found some other path toward controlling and manipulating her?
She didn't doubt it. All the other Pipers that might have been were all probably lusting after all the other Isabellas, and, for their part, the Isabellas that might have been were all probably toying with and torturing their new living toys. She just couldn't fathom a world where the two of them weren't together. It was just right.
She'd also suspected that this choice of target had been a wistful attempt by Isabella to somehow vicariously regain what she'd lost when she'd cut off her hair, but, considering that big breasts and blonde hair were her own favorite, there was definitely an alternative viewpoint: was this a present? Had Isabella chosen this girl as a gift for her? It was like a predatory animal bringing back a kill for her mate. She couldn't help but smile.
"You like?" Isabella asked, seeming, as always, to know exactly what she was thinking.
Heart racing and body warming, Piper nodded happily. Her thoughts danced with sensations of softness, slickness, and sweetness. What would this girl taste like? She couldn't wait to find out. How many would that be?
She pressed her thighs together and recalled sense memories: Isabella's perfect sweet slit; Julie's long hanging lips and musky flavor; that Korean girl over Christmas break, with her very tight walls and surprisingly light and cool taste; Marlene's unshaven sex and darkly complex essence; and, just a few months ago, for so brief a moment, Laura's sharp elegance, her sex and flavor so much like her sister's that thinking about it still remained taboo. Shuddering, she let the different remembered sensations flood her awareness and bring a flaring heat to her lower body.
If they got this girl, it would be her sixth; her sixth girl, her sixth set of tastes, scents, and sensations on file to masturbate with later. It made her brain tingle to think about her count rising. She knew she was a lesbian, but the more girls she had sex with, the more matter of fact it seemed. I'm a girl who has sex with girls, she thought to herself, letting the words sink in. It's not weird. It just… is.
She shivered a little, and then gulped her drink down.
Isabella ordered two more, handed her one, then resumed watching their target. "I got a job."
Caught by surprise, Piper snapped her attention over. "Wait, what?"
"Yep," the blonde said nonchalantly. "Student work program. I'll be working in the Student Affairs office after class, and some mornings."
"Seriously?" she studied her girlfriend's positive expression. "What about your grades? Your free time… and me?"
"I'll study hard, and make time for you," Isabella replied calmly. "We might not be able to go out as much for a while, so let's make tonight count."
"Alright. Is everything okay?"
"Yep, I just want to save up some money for… the summer."
Piper pressed her lips together lightly. She'd noticed the pause, and knew her girlfriend well enough by now to know that something more was going on, but she also trusted her. "Okay…" What did Isabella need extra money for? Was she saving up to buy something?
"Now's our chance," her girlfriend said suddenly, dragging her along toward the table.
Pulled back into the moment, Piper abandoned her concerns over her girlfriend's new job. Faced with a half-empty table and the girl they'd been eyeing now watching them curiously as they sat down, she quickly got her act together.
Isabella led with a slight touch to the girl's hand. "Hey, how's your night going?"
"Good…" she replied, her confusion turning into a subtle grin. "What about you?"
A single moment of silence passed.
"Oh, sorry, I thought you were someone else," Isabella said, turning away suddenly.
Finding herself led back to the bar, Piper looked back twice to try to guess what had just happened.
"She's into girls," her girlfriend explained, disappointed. "Or at least interested."
"Aww, darn."
"Yeah, that'd be way too easy."
Sharing her companion's disappointment, Piper wondered at their mutual sadism. She had also seen the blonde girl's interest, and it had immediately disappointed her. It would have been fun to play with her, sure, but tonight was supposed to be a special game with her girlfriend, like old times. "What do we do now?"
"We'll have to try another bar if we're going to find one that's your type," Isabella thought aloud, scanning the bar with one lip bit. "I want to get you a blonde with big tits."
Piper squeezed her girlfriend's hand and laughed.
They closed their tabs and hit the chilly autumn night.
Somewhat relieved by the cool quiet outside, Piper walked hand in hand with her girlfriend, simply enjoying the moment. The campus streets were emptier than usual, as many had already headed home for Thanksgiving, and she knew the adventure she had planned for the next few days would be intense. The quiet chilly breezes and long walk felt like the calm before a storm.
"Holy shit," Isabella commented, looking sidelong.
Following her gaze, Piper saw a hole-in-the-wall bar with high and narrow glass windows. Within, a few older people sat scattered around at tables and the bar. She'd never been inside, but she'd certainly seen the place before, although it wasn't really one frequented by students. Some had colloquially referred to it as a townie hangout.
Isabella's lips curled up with instinctive eagerness. "No way."
"What?"
"It's my physics teacher this semester."
"Where?"
"That one by the corner of the bar."
Her gaze immediately fell on the one she'd already been subconsciously eyeing: a woman with curly and long blonde hair sitting by herself at the end of the bar. "You're serious?"
Isabella practically bounced with enthusiasm. "Can we?"
"Should we?" Piper asked, half excited, half disbelieving. "She's your teacher! And she's like… an adult…"
"We're adults," her girlfriend countered happily. "Or haven't you noticed we're not kids anymore? Upcoming careers, life decisions…"
Thinking about entering the work force after college in just two and a half more years, she shuddered. "Don't remind me."
"So why can't we play with another consenting adult?"
"You're sure?"
"Always." Isabella opened the door to the bar. "You'll like her, I promise."
Hesitant, but trusting, she followed her girlfriend inside and to the bar.
Sneaking a glance over as Isabella ordered two drinks, she studied their surprising choice of target. The woman was older, as expected, but not as old as some of the other professors around. She must have been in her late thirties or early forties, and still retained a strong beauty. Her elegant jawline and high cheekbones reminded Piper of a certain movie star, but she couldn't recall exactly which one. The woman sat by herself at the bar with an air of casual boredom drinking a whiskey sour and watching a television set high up on the wall. Her clothing was conservative but still slightly revealing, with a nice cut to show off her impressive cleavage.
Isabella had been right. Not only was this woman blonde and built in exactly the way she loved, the thought of trying to hit on a teacher sent her thoughts for a loop. What if they failed, and she was super offended? Or… what if they were successful, and…?
The thought of trying to get the upper hand on someone older and wiser to seduce her see
med intimidating. How would Isabella approach the task?
Drink in hand, her girlfriend approached her teacher.
Following subtle cues, Piper came around and sat on the other side of the woman.
Glancing at both of them coolly, the teacher raised one eyebrow.
"Karen, right?" Isabella asked, using her first name with a smile.
The woman's eyebrow rose a little higher. "Hello. You're in one of my classes, aren't you?"
"Yes. Isabella. And this is Piper."
"Right. What can I do for you?"
"Nothing, we're just hanging out and drinking," she replied, very obviously looking her older counterpart up and down. She settled her gaze directly on her teacher's eyes. "You should come home with us tonight."
Piper held her breath to keep from gasping.
Karen laughed. "Students today will do anything for a good grade."
"I've already got an A," Isabella said calmly. "I'm serious. You're gorgeous, and you're out alone at the bar the night before Thanksgiving vacation. Isn't that what you're here for?"
The older woman took a moment to evaluate her impudent student. "I'm not finding this funny."
Isabella lightly touched her hand. "We're not joking. Piper's my girlfriend, and we want you to come home with us."
Karen turned and looked. Piper immediately gaped and blushed. If anything, it was probably that reaction that convinced the older blonde that they weren't joking. "Well then, that's very forward of you. Teachers can't fraternize with students, however."
Isabella smirked and scooted a little closer. "Realistically, nobody really cares when it's just girls."
Unable to really counter that point, the older woman stopped being polite. "Sorry girls, I'm straight. And married." She held up a hand with a rather nice ring on it.
Staring at it, Piper thought of the ring she had hidden in her dresser drawer. Looking past the ring at Isabella, she wondered if that life might ever be theirs.
"I'm surprised you didn't bring up married first," Isabella said, before turning forward and leaving it at that.
Unsure what her girlfriend's plan was, but aware that she wasn't supposed to apologize or undermine her, Piper sipped her drink and watched the television ahead, too.
After a few moments of awkward silence, it was Karen that spoke first. "Is this what girls are doing these days? Jumping older women in bars?"
"You're not that old," Isabella replied with a grin, keeping her eyes on the television.
Watching random commercials and wondering what show was on, Piper began to get a sense of what her girlfriend was doing. Games and manipulations wouldn't have worked on someone gorgeous and experienced like Karen; Isabella had gone straight for it in an over-the-top manner by making their desires clear. Now, with the offer serious and seeded, she was just waiting and letting the older woman think it over.
Because she would think it over, no matter what else she pretended to do or care about. The offer hung in the air almost tangibly, and the two young girls on either side of her weren't going anywhere. Karen would have to mentally run through the angles of the unfamiliar situation to try to get out of it gracefully—and doing that meant she would have to actually think through some of the end results, some of which included, at least hypothetically, going home and having sex with two younger girls.
How were things at home for Karen? Were her and her husband on good terms? All of these unknowns would certainly play a part, but Piper guessed Isabella had already taken those risks into account. The observation had been pretty on point. Karen was at a bar by herself all made up and looking fucking gorgeous. Had she come here just to be alone? Was it for attention? Or had she cheated before, with men? Surreptitiously glancing at her intelligent features, Piper guessed that this woman was no cheater. She seemed too self-assured and calm.
"Oh, Die Hard, I love this movie," she commented without thinking as the commercials finally ended.
Karen and Isabella both looked over at her in askance.
Faced by two gorgeous blondes both questioning her, she sat taller. "What? It's a good movie! Who doesn't like Die Hard?"
Isabella touched her teacher lightly on the arm. "I think Piper might be the guy in our relationship."
"Oh yeah?" Karen asked, wry. "When you're the one hitting on teachers in bars?"
Isabella smiled. "Not teachers. Just you."
"Jesus," the older woman laughed. "This is certainly a new one." She caught the bartender's attention. "Can I get a Tom Collins?" She glanced to either side. "And let's get three shots."
Surprised, Piper looked to her girlfriend, but Isabella was engrossed with figuring out which kind of shot to get. She and Karen debated different names, none of which were familiar. A minute or two after the drink came, the shots arrived, and Karen slid one to both of them and took the third for herself. "You two girls are crazy."
Piper clinked her little glass against the other two and then drank up. Wincing and grimacing, she quickly gulped some of her beer. Shots were always the harbinger of bad decisions, but the energy at the bar seemed relaxed. For nearly half an hour they just sat and watched television, sometimes with the odd comment about Karen's attraction to Bruce Willis, silly commercials, or campus current events. At some point, a pepper-haired and well-dressed man came over and began talking to the older blonde woman. Still seated on either side of her, Piper leaned forward and caught her girlfriend's attention. Isabella just smiled at her and settled in.
For a good hour, Karen chatted and joked with the older man, even going over to his table for a bit. The movie finished and an unfamiliar show came on. Piper sat with her girlfriend and drank, still unsure whether anything was actually going to happen. What was Isabella's plan?
After a time, she relaxed. Even if it didn't work out, it was still nice just to hang out and spend some quality time with her girlfriend, especially since they wouldn't see each other over Thanksgiving. "Are you going to be alright this week?"
Isabella nodded. "Gonna stay with my sister. Play with the girls. They're growing up fast. I want them to like Aunt Izzie."
"They will," she said with conviction.
After a smile, the blonde said, "I apologized to your mom for not coming this year."
"Oh, that's right, you talk to my family," Piper breathed, caught off guard. "What did she say?"
"That it's fine, and to have a good holiday."
"Oh, good." She carefully controlled her breathing. Her girlfriend seemed completely sincere, with no idea that she'd nearly caught her in a lie. She'd told Isabella that her family was going to a reunion this year and that it was too late to get an extra ticket; at the same time, she'd told her family she was going to spend Thanksgiving with Isabella. She didn't want either to know what she was really planning.
Intent on changing the subject, she glanced over at their target. "What should we do?"
"Nothing," Isabella explained confidently. "She's a big girl. She can make up her own mind."
"Oh. Fair enough." Piper continued sipping her drink, doubtful that the night would go their way, but still hopeful; Isabella did have a pretty good success rate.
About fifteen minutes later, Karen came over and ordered another round of shots for the three of them. "We need more students like you two," she joked, raising her shot glass. "Real girl-power go-getters. I hope you use that fearlessness when you're interviewing for jobs."
"To girl power," Isabella toasted, half laughing, half rolling her eyes.
Piper clinked her glass again and then went to gulp it down—
"Can my husband be involved?" Karen asked suddenly, her voice low.
Freezing with sudden terror, Piper lowered her shot and watched her girlfriend.
Isabella looked at her with compassion before facing Karen. "No men."
The older woman said nothing, instead gulping down her shot.
Relieved in a weird and tingly way, Piper followed suit.
Isabella took her shot last, making sure t
o let her gaze visibly linger on the older woman's face.
Karen looked the sincerity of her features up and down cautiously for a moment before taking her drink and returning to the table that the men were at.
"See?" Isabella smirked. "She's considering it."
Amazed, Piper watched the older blonde. Her behavior was nothing like the young and unsuspecting girls they usually seduced. She seemed completely at ease, even having fun, while secretly toying with the logistics and morals of going home with two students—two girls. If the idea titillated her, it didn't outwardly show.
Also—"Um, I'm pretty drunk," Piper realized aloud.
"Yeah," Isabella winced. "Shots'll do that. Let's slow down a bit and keep control."
"Alright." She took a deep breath and felt out her buzz. "I'm really glad you didn't say yes to her husband joining us."
"Of course not."
She'd said it nonchalantly, but Piper's heart still skipped a beat. Knowing that Isabella was on the same page made her feel secure.
Isabella smirked. "Imagine how many wife points she might have scored bringing two college girls home for her significant other."
Piper play-slapped her arm. "Are you saying you won't bring me college girls when you're my wife?"
Instead of playing back, the blonde grew bright red and hesitated mid-drink. The moment passed quickly and she resumed her normal confidence, but Piper remained curiously confused about the emotion she'd just witnessed. Had she spooked her girlfriend by joking about being married? Considering the impact her parents' divorce was having on her, Piper decided again that it was best not to broach that subject for a while. Best not to think about it either, since it'd probably be a long time before Isabella was ready to even talk about it. She sighed.
