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

by Lexie X

  Another hour passed as they hung out. Her worries passed and she began to tilt toward deeply tipsy.

  Karen hit up the bar again, still using the empty space they'd left between them. "One Grateful Dead please."

  Piper watched as the bartender poured a bunch of different liquors into a glass. Was the older woman drunk? She didn't seem so at all. She was full of grace, poise, and calm humor, like an older and dourer Isabella. The more she watched Karen, and the drunker she got, the more she could see the two of them playing with her. The fact that she was an adult only made it feel strange, new, and different—something her warm lower body definitely liked.

  "Hey, let's close our tabs," Isabella said quietly, watching their prey.

  Nodding, Piper paid and waited with her girlfriend.

  Returning with her drink empty, Karen asked the bartender to close her tab.

  Isabella said nothing while looking at her expectantly.

  For the first time, the older woman's confident expression dropped into introspective doubt. After her receipt came and she signed it, she breathed out quietly, donned a smile, and nodded to each of them in turn. "You girls have a good night."

  Piper watched her go with a sinking feeling. "That sucks."

  Isabella took her hand and led her toward the door. "We're fine."

  The night had grown a bit colder while they'd been inside, and the streets were completely empty. Still holding her hand, Isabella peered around the parking lot, studying the cars. Finding one in particular, she headed for it.

  Within, the gorgeous older blonde sat staring off into space with a pained expression. Both of her hands gripped her steering wheel.

  Isabella knocked on the window, and Karen jumped. Rolling the window down, she looked up at the two of them while a series of emotions ran quickly across her face; she settled on cool confidence again. "Yes?"

  "You're not gonna drive drunk are you, teacher?" Isabella asked, with a hint of facetiousness.

  "Um… no," she replied, giving the only answer she could given her deep intoxication.

  "How about we all share a cab? We're pretty trashed, too." Isabella made no mention of the fact that they were within walking distance of their apartment.

  "Fine," the older woman said, not really looking at them. "That's fine."

  Getting out of her car and locking it, she walked with them to the street. Gulping once loudly, she looked back and forth down the long road for a taxi. One seemed to be approaching in the distance.

  Piper glanced down and saw that the older woman's hand was shaking. It was cold out, certainly, but…

  "Absolutely nobody can know about this," Karen said suddenly, looking each of them in the eyes in turn. "I could lose my job."

  "We won't tell anyone," Isabella told her. "And you won't lose your job." She took in a short breath through her nose. "I notice you didn't mention you might lose your marriage."

  "Fuck," Karen whispered, her eyes on the oncoming taxi. Quickly, she slid off her wedding ring and put it in her purse.

  Piper stared. Not only had the elegant older woman—a teacher—used a vulgar swear word, she'd made a conscious decision to dally outside her marriage. Had they gone too far this time? Was this the right thing to do?

  But it was as Isabella had said. This teacher was a big girl and could make up her own mind. Piling in the taxi behind the two blondes, Piper decided to keep her concerns to herself and see what happened. In the front seat, Karen glanced back at both of them briefly before telling the driver to head to a nearby hotel.

  Nobody said a word throughout the entire four minute drive.

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  Chapter 11

  Once they arrived, Karen paid with cash and then told them to wait outside. The wind was stronger here, and Piper clung close to her girlfriend against the cold for several minutes. Isabella grimaced, too, but said nothing. Finally, the older woman came back out, told them to wait a few more minutes, and then gave them a room number—326. Without any further ado, she headed back in.

  Taxi in cash, room likely in cash; Piper had to give it to her, Karen was smart about what she was doing. The teacher in her had probably been thinking the whole act through the entire night. Not as a real thing, of course, but as a hypothetical how would we get away with this scenario; she'd thought the entire process through, just as a what-if, but hadn't brought herself toward actually making the decision. She'd been very visibly regretting her choice in her car, just before Isabella had knocked on her window.

  Had Isabella guessed all that? Jesus, the girl was good at this. Or was it that Karen was much like her? Had Isabella just guessed at what a straight, married, older version of herself would do? Funny, earlier she'd been thinking about how other possible Isabellas were all doomed to be attracted to Pipers.

  "Alright, that's long enough," Isabella breathed, running from a sudden gust of icy wind.

  Piper followed her, and, together, they entered the lobby and headed in. The reception desk sat empty. Whoever had been manning it was just inside a small office area. All the better that nobody saw them, Piper thought. She didn't want to ruin anyone's marriage, not that anybody could possibly guess what two random girls were heading up to do. Her heart raced as the elevator took forever to go up two floors. Rushing adrenaline actually brought a bit of tingling pain to her extremities, and she breathed deep.

  "Easy," Isabella reassured her quietly. "She knows what she's doing. That's on her. For us, this'll be fun."

  She nodded once and squeezed her girlfriend's hand to ease her nerves. The elevator's ding was eerily loud in the quiet hall, and the doors slid open with an echoing scrape.

  The third floor looked like any hotel. Moving along the carpeted and nicely kept corridor, they found room 326. Isabella knocked lightly and stepped back.

  The moments dragged on as they waited in anticipation. Piper got the distinct impression that they were out of their league in terms of sexual adventures—a hotel, a married woman having an affair, a teacher at that—and she would have run if not for Isabella's presence. Together they were a team, and could handle anything.

  The door swung open a crack, free on its hinges.

  Pushing carefully inside, Isabella led the way.

  Karen stood at the other end of the room shutting the drapes on the windows. "Close the door."

  Reaching back, Piper closed it softly and made sure it was locked. Once she faced the room again, it struck her that they were alone together in a hotel room with an honest-to-god woman. She'd been in a hotel room much like this one with Laura, but Isabella's sister was only a few years older, and Julie and Jake had been there, too.

  Here, there was just her, Isabella, and a woman.

  If anything, it was a potential look at their future. If they stayed together, Isabella would age, too. Fighting a trembling shiver, Piper moved further into the room after her girlfriend. Karen was only slightly taller than them, but her presence seemed larger somehow. She regarded them both for a moment, her chest moving with deep breaths, her eyes hard. "This is a pretty fucking stupid idea, but I'm drunk, and we're already here, so this is happening."

  They both nodded in response to her teacher tone.

  "Put your things down over there."

  Piper slid off her jacket and purse and deposited them in the corner alongside Isabella's things, oddly turned on by the implicit command in the woman's voice. Isabella moved forward and reached out to touch her teacher.

  "No," Karen ordered, rebuffing her. "I'm not touching either of you, so I can say I've never cheated with a clean conscience. Kiss her."

  Caught a bit off guard by having control taken away from her, Isabella looked over. Surprised, Piper brought her girlfriend closer. It was strange not having her own domineering blonde in control, but she was sure Isabella had more plays to make. In the meantime, they pressed close, grasped each other, and kissed deeply.

  Drunkenness always made Isabella kiss deeper and harder, Piper knew, and she relished in th
at now as her girlfriend's tongue invaded her open mouth.

  "So you two really are together," Karen commented aloud.

  Driven by warmth, Piper clasped her girlfriend closer and sank into making out. She wasn't sure what was about to happen, but she was drunk and amorous, and Isabella's body felt soft and amazing, and they'd had sex in front of someone before—their neighbor Sheenan, in fact—and she knew it would only enhance the high to have a girl watching; no, a woman.

  When Isabella pushed her down on the bed, she gladly fell back and let the blonde climb on top of her. Already breathing hard with excitement, she pulled her girlfriend down for a deep kiss, still marveling at the lack of long hair falling around her face. Isabella's short hair remained out of the way of their passionate kissing, and she kept her hands on her girlfriend's face and neck, loving the large expanse of smooth skin under her fingers.

  "Take her shirt off," Karen ordered, watching from the chair a few feet away.

  Isabella straddled her and lifted her upper body. Piper pulled at the bottom of her shirt, and, together, they lifted it off and over her head. Just like that, her girlfriend was sitting atop her in just a tight black bra with a teacher watching.

  "Bra too," Karen said.

  Piper reached up, but Isabella stopped her hand.

  "You do it," the younger blonde said, daring to challenge her.

  "I said I'm not touching you."

  Piper watched as, above her, Isabella smirked lightly. "It's not touching touching. It's just taking off my bra."

  With a set jaw, the older woman hesitated—and then got up from her chair. She moved around and unhooked the younger blonde's bra at the back. As she pulled it around, Isabella gently caught her hand.

  For just a moment, the younger girl was in control, and she brought her teacher's hand to her the curve of her breast.

  Karen's high cheeks tensed as her jaw set tighter.

  Watching the details of her expression with an evil little smile, Isabella guided her hand in a small circle, urging her to squeeze.

  And she did. Her hand closed on soft feminine flesh and her blue eyes stared at the taboo things her fingers were doing. After two squeezes, her awareness seemed to return in full force, and she hardened her expression and pulled her hand away. Returning to her chair with a stern glance, she slid her pants down and sat, bare from the waist down except for a pair of white panties. "Squeeze them while I watch."

  More than happy to oblige, Piper reached her hands up and kneaded her girlfriend's large round breasts. Hanging above her, the sight of those two bare undercurves and protruding pink nipples had already warmed her lower body, and now, getting to squeeze and play with their familiar softness in front of someone else, she felt herself growing rather wet. Despite her best efforts to remain quiet, a little squeak escaped her throat.

  "Enjoying yourself?" Karen asked.

  Glancing over, Piper saw the older woman reach down and begin to rub the white fabric between her legs.

  "Piper's a total submissive," Isabella told her, sounding proud. "She can actually get off just from pleasuring a girl. It's kind of amazing."

  "Really…"

  Piper blushed, but did not stop kneading soft curves and gently pinching her girlfriend's nipples. She could feel the older woman's eyes on her, considering what to do with her.

  "I think I'd like to see that," she finally stated. "Isabella, take off your pants."

  Willing to obey her commands for the moment, Isabella stood high up and quickly kicked off her jeans. However, even without a direct order, she began slipping off her panties—after stepping down from the bed and taking up position in front of her teacher. As Karen stared at the younger blonde's hands, Isabella gyrated subtly and slipped her panties off with her thumbs bit by bit.

  Sitting up, Piper watched her girlfriend's moving smooth butt, envisioning what Karen was seeing from the front: a slow teasing reveal of an absolutely perfect little slit shaved to flawlessness and set in an utterly feminine smooth curve between two toned thighs.

  She could see Karen's blue eyes focused forward at the area in question. A gorgeous woman was gazing at her girlfriend's naked sex—reaching down, Piper rubbed her jeans between her legs instinctively.

  Isabella reached for her teacher's hand, but Karen resisted. With a little show of mock acquiescence, the younger blonde came back to the bed, satisfied with what she'd forced the older woman to study close up.

  For her part, Karen's face was fairly red from alcohol, arousal, or both. The blush on her elegant features only served to sharpen her attractiveness, and Piper glanced at her multiple times as Isabella was climbing back above her. The older woman's hand went instantly back between her legs, rubbing above her panties harder than before, especially as Piper felt two knees press into the bed on either side of her head.

  A hand came down to direct her wordlessly, and she rotated her body with her girlfriend above, sliding herself out across the large bed until Isabella was satisfied. From the new angle, the blonde's entire upright naked body faced Karen directly.

  Piper could also tell that the older woman would be able to see everything her tongue did to that exquisite pink slit, so she made sure to draw out the act, teasing her first contact by kissing around the soft flesh of her girlfriend's inner thighs. At hearing a soft breath from their watcher as her masturbation grew more focused, she slid her tongue fully out and gently touched it to pink. Behind her head and a few feet distant, Karen gave another exhalation.

  Feeling eyes locked on her, Piper gave the best show she could, keeping her tongue far out of her mouth and only halfway into those slick folds. It was important, she knew, for Karen to be able to see her tongue going in and out of another girl. Above her, her naked girlfriend squeezed her own breasts and moaned happily, rolling her body with the feeling in exaggerated slow motions. "Get yourself off without touching for our guest," Isabella breathed, looking down at her for a moment.

  Nodding, she began tensing her thighs in that special way, pulling a curious sideways and patterned pleasure out of the edges of her awareness. Focusing on the sweet juices against her tongue and dripping down on her lips and chin, she pushed her mind to that deep happy place that was filled only with Isabella's gorgeous and aroused body, soft clenching silk walls around her tongue, and their intense emotional connection.

  It was always here that she felt most herself, and she sank into licking with a relief akin to coming home. Connecting with her core, she tensed her thighs repeatedly, bringing out that difficult but deep enjoyment that seemed to come more from her mind than it did her body. Too, she envisioned what Karen was seeing—an absolutely fucking beautiful student, in fact one of her own, with large breasts, a cute blonde pixie cut, a toned tummy, and a perfect pink slit sitting on another girl's face and moving with ecstasy. The very subtle snap of fabric told her that the older woman had moved her hand underneath her own panties and begun masturbating in earnest.

  In the midst of her reverie, Piper wondered if people like Isabella were simply pretty enough to be attractive to anyone, male or female, or if it was just the taboo and sexuality turning Karen on. Maybe it was a little of both?

  The thought of her girlfriend simply being gorgeous enough to attract even straight girls brought her pleasure to a new strength, and she let out a moan between deep licks.

  "She's actually getting there!" Karen commented.

  Lifting her hands to her girlfriend's butt to emphasize the fact that she wasn't touching herself, Piper really let herself vocalize her rising enjoyment. It was new to have an audience for this private and intimate act, and the watching eyes actually made it a little easier. Clenching her tummy muscles and curling her toes, she forced the patterned heat inside her into a higher wave of pleasure. Breathing deep and hard several times, bringing the bliss up with each motion of her body, she panted and moaned against slick pink, until—yes! There it was! Going silent for a long moment, her tongue deep in wet silk, she let it tip up, up, up, a
nd finally over, flooding down through her body. Pressing her mouth hard against her girlfriend's sex, she breathed raggedly through her nose and let ecstatic noises emanate from her throat.

  "She's really getting off," Karen said, her voice shaken by the rapid movement of her arm and hand. "That's fucking crazy."

  "I told you," Isabella replied between deep exhalations, her eyes half-closed from pleasure. "She'll do anything you say."

  Deep into white bliss, Piper let herself enjoy her unstimulated orgasm for as long as she could manage to keep it going. Between Isabella's legs, as it began to fade, she came back to the same thoughts she often had: nothing confirmed who she was more than this act, and she was always thankful for that affirmation as she came down. A submissive, lesbian, and sexual being; everything her younger selves had been missing, leaving them confused, awkward, and unhappy.

  Opening her eyes with a warm smile as Isabella climbed off, she sat up and saw her situation with new eyes. It wasn't weird at all that an older woman was here with them masturbating. She was very attractive, and female; here, they were all sexual beings.

  "Piper," Isabella said with a smile. "Go kiss Karen and smear those juices on her face."

  Standing eagerly, she made it halfway.

  "Don't do that," Karen ordered, still rubbing herself as she looked up with those blue eyes.

  She froze, caught between two domineering blondes.

  "Go on," Isabella said.

  Karen stood and grabbed her by her hair. "Do what I say."

  Her loyalties with her girlfriend, Piper shook her head, eyes wide. Despite the pain from her pulled hair, she stuck her face against the older woman's and smeared wetness along her cheeks.

  Karen roughly threw her back.

  Falling on the bed, Piper felt her insides spark up again. She moaned happily as hands reached around, undid her belt, and pulled her jeans down and then off. It wasn't Isabella, though. Those hands were pulling her shirt up and off. It was Karen that had tugged off her pants.

  Left in just her bra and panties, Piper found herself pushed down on all fours near the edge of the bed.