Servicing Isabella

Piper awoke feeling great for the first time in days. Grinning, she realized she hadn’t actually had that much to drink the previous night, since she’d spent so much of it alone and dancing.

Isabella, on the other hand, seemed to be having her first bad morning. Lying in bed unkempt and groaning, she tossed and turned for a good hour before throwing her arms out over her blanket. ‘Goddamnit, I am never doing that many shots again!’

‘Until next week, right?’ Piper joked.

The blonde grumbled. ‘Yeah, probably.’

Feeling weirdly open after last night’s direct statements and boundary setting, Piper steeled herself to say something potentially awkward. Her question came out sounding like a lame joke. ‘Would an orgasm make you feel better?’

‘Yeah,’ Isabella responded, without a hint of embarrassment or shock.

Surprised, Piper watched the blonde push her sheets and panties down. The act was so casual she almost missed the fact that it had been an invitation… but she casually walked over, sat on the edge of Isabella’s bed, spit on her own fingers, and slid her hand down.

Isabella sighed. ‘Ah, that feels good… I can’t close my eyes or I get dizzy… but that feels good…’ She breathed quietly for several minutes, her body slowly warming to the fingers working her. Soon, she tensed softly a few times, and then let out a deep breath.

‘Good?’ Piper asked.

‘Yeah,’ Isabella replied, satisfaction on her face. ‘Did you… like get off, too?’

Piper shook her head. ‘It felt a little good.’ Pausing, she realized she could be totally open. ‘I’m going to go finish myself in the showers,’ she said matter-of-factly, surprised at her own ability to talk so directly about it. ‘So you can stay in bed.’

‘Thanks roomie,’ Isabella replied, groaning.

‘Sure thing.’

Feeling oddly good, Piper traveled to the dorm showers and worked herself to a great orgasm. The ups and downs of the past week seemed all settled. Was the year going to be good from here on out? She hoped so.

Sunday passed quickly, and she got Isabella off again that night, afterward reaching a very satisfying orgasm alone in their dorm room as the blonde went for a run.

Weekday classes came and went, too, with nobody the wiser about their private arrangement. The two compared schedules, and Isabella managed to find a time each day to come back between classes and grab a quick orgasm.

Weekday nights were up in the air, as they often had plans with the girls, but more often than not Piper found herself stumbling back to their dorm room with her drunk roommate on her shoulder, trying not to grin at passersby as she anticipated her approaching fun.

There was something deeply satisfying about getting tipsy and finger-fucking her gorgeous roommate to a beautiful orgasm… and her own orgasms remained deep and intense. Throughout it all, Isabella sometimes made little comments about using her mouth, or sometimes half-jokingly pointed to her mound, but Piper shook her head and refused each time.

By the time Friday night rolled around, Piper returned from class with an eager smile, finding Isabella on her cellphone.

‘Mm-hmm,’ the blonde said. ‘Oh, really?’ She lifted a finger to her lips to indicate silence, and then sat on the edge of the bed to slide her panties off with one deft hand.

Moving to her knees, Piper tickled her roommate, threatening to make her laugh while on the phone.

Isabella screwed up her face hard and pushed back, trying not to giggle. Finally, the blonde gripped her by the hair and made crazy eyes at her. The person on the other end of the phone kept talking, oblivious.

Relenting, Piper wetted two fingers and slid them up under her roommate’s skirt, finding her sensitive spots by familiar touch alone. Grinning, she wasted no time building the blonde’s pleasure.

Isabella clenched her jaw, trying not to squeal or moan into the phone. ‘Yep…’ she muttered. ‘Mm-hmm…’ Squirming and reeling about the bed, she managed to stay quiet through an arching, bucking orgasm. Her face flushed red, she sat up and caught her breath, glaring angrily and smiling. ‘Alright,’ she said into the phone. ‘That’s good, talk to you later. Bye!’

Finally, she lowered the phone and slapped playfully. ‘That was my mom you freak!’

Piper laughed.

Behind them, the door opened without warning. ‘Hey!’ Julie said. She froze as she examined the scene – Piper on her knees red-faced and laughing, Isabella sitting on the edge of the bed. Their only saving grace was the skirt that hid the blonde’s lack of panties.

‘Hey, you psyched for tonight?’ Isabella asked, acting as if nothing was weird.

Piper stood and did her best not to seem awkward. ‘Where are we going?’

Julie narrowed her eyes, but her suspicion seemed to pass. ‘Some frat house party.’

‘Oh, that sounds fun!’

‘Yeah, it will be. Now let’s do some shots!’

‘Shots?’ Isabella made a face and groaned, subtly shoving a pair of panties under the bed with her foot.

They arrived at the massively crowded frat house already rather tipsy. Pushing their way through crowds that spilled out onto the street, they managed to find a keg and get cups full of fizzy beer.

Isabella almost immediately departed, heading for some guy she’d been texting.

‘Not this again!’ Piper complained.

‘You know it,’ Julie commented. ‘And worse, these frat guys aren’t exactly my type.’

‘Oh yeah?’ Piper shouted, trying to be heard.

‘Yeah, I like alternative guys. You know, piercings, tattoos. I like my guys dark and grimy.’

‘Grimy?’ she laughed.

‘Grimy,’ Julie said again, grinning salaciously.

Piper shook her head, still laughing. ‘I wouldn’t think it. You’re gorgeous like a sorority girl.’

Julie raised both eyebrows. ‘Thanks! I try.’ The redhead stood tall, looked around, and then departed for a moment, returning with two more cups of beer. ‘Drink up!’

More than willing to oblige, Piper practically downed it one breath.

Intrigued, Julie got her another drink. ‘You’re a tank, girl!’

Feeling red warmth spread across her face, Piper nodded and sipped her beer. She told herself that she wasn’t drinking excessively because Isabella was flirting with some guy again. That would be weird. No, it was just Saturday, and they were at a frat party, and that’s what they were supposed to do…

‘Let’s go to the bathroom,’ Julie suggested in her ear.

‘Alright.’

Following the tall redhead through the crowded house, they managed to find a bathroom, waiting in line for an interminable time.

Finally, the two girls crammed into the small bathroom and shut the door.

Julie stood expectantly in the corner.

Sensing something was up, Piper narrowed her eyes. ‘Um, what’s up?’

‘How’s this work?’ the redhead asked. ‘Do I just drop my panties, or what?’

Stunned, Piper just glared at her. ‘What?’

‘Izzie told me what you do for her,’ Julie shrugged. ‘We’re all friends, right? I’m too horny to make good decisions tonight, I need some release.’

Her entire body running with fire and anger, Piper clenched her fists and trembled.

Julie paused a tick, and then pulled her panties down below her tight dress. ‘Should I sit on the edge of the tub here?’

Fuming, Piper turned and made for the door, but the taller girl leapt up to the door. ‘Come on, just this once? I’m not trying to disrespect you, I promise. I just thought this is how it works with girls like you…’

Piper turned a death glare on her friend. ‘Girls like me?’

Julie grimaced sheepishly at her poor choice of words, but gently grabbed her hand and brought it down against her heated mound.

Feeling a small patch of hair and obvious signs of arousal, Piper gulped.

Someone pounded on the door next to them.

‘Piper?’ Isabella shouted over the house’s blaring music. ‘Everything alright in there?’

Piper pulled her hand back forcefully and opened the door. She stormed out, passing Isabella and a line of confused people waiting for the bathroom.

The blonde didn’t catch up to her until she was halfway down the street. ‘Piper!’

‘What the hell?’ Piper shouted, turning on the sidewalk to face her roommate, knowing there was no true way to avoid her. ‘You told her?’

‘She got me trashed and forced it out of me,’ Isabella admitted. ‘I’m sorry.’

Piper felt her anger drop sharply, her heart pounding with echoes of animalistic hurt. ‘She does do that…’

The redhead in question came running up as best she could in heels. ‘Hey, hey… I’m sorry about that. Can we just go back and forget about that? It was just a social blunder, I didn’t mean to ask out of turn.’

Isabella stared at her with disgust, realizing what had happened in the bathroom. She threw one arm out in a distant pointing gesture. ‘Get out.’

‘We’re already out,’ Julie laughed nervously, indicating the street.

‘Fuck off, Julie!’ Isabella shouted loudly.

‘Jesus,’ the redhead commented, turning to walk away with a hurt look.

Her whole body tensed for a potential fight against one or the both of the other girls, Piper let out a trembling breath and felt a mountain of anger and tension flow out of her.

‘You alright?’ Isabella asked.

Nodding, Piper practically stared at her. She’d suspected all this time that Isabella had been secretly using her or manipulating her… but, amazingly, she’d been… wonderful…

‘Can we just go home?’

Isabella nodded. ‘Yeah, screw this. Julie’s a bitch, I’m sorry she cornered you like that.’

Still full of adrenaline and shock, Piper just nodded and walked home with her roommate.

They didn’t really exchange any words upon returning to their room. Isabella slammed the door accidentally with surprise tipsy-strength, laughed, and then slid her dress off over her head.

Taking to her bed, she reclined back against her pillows, her eyes compassionate rather than expectant.

Piper nervously climbed onto the bed, her fingers trembling as she pulled her roommate’s panties up smooth thighs and then off around her feet. It seemed Isabella could sense what she was about to do, and that no further cajoling or convincing was needed.

For the first time, Piper let her hands play up and down Isabella’s soft thighs, firm butt, and warm tummy. Considering the taboo line she was about to break, she was beyond caring about being so visibly into her roommate’s body. Isabella let her work her courage up, even softly stroking her hair supportively.

Finally, Piper took a deep breath, tried to slow her racing heart, and brought her fingers to her roommate’s mound. Surprised, she found it bare again – Isabella had obviously found time and privacy to shave some time that day. Had she known, somehow? Nah, it had to be coincidence…

Helping her along, Isabella started by pointing to her thigh again.

She turned and kissed her skin gently.

The blonde’s finger moved up a few inches, touching the next spot.

Breathing shakily, Piper scooted up and kissed higher.

Isabella touched her inner thigh.

Moving forward another few inches, Piper turned her head and gently pressed her lips to the softest skin she’d felt yet. This close, with no hands in the way, she could feel warmth and moisture against her cheek. That sweet scent she now knew so well seemed stronger than ever, and she felt as if she could directly sense her roommate’s arousal and anticipation.

Finally, that single finger moved to her bare mound.

Steeling herself, Piper pushed all her confusion and doubt out of her head, concentrating solely on how great her roommate had been in telling off Julie. She wanted to make Isabella feel good, and she knew the blonde had been holding off and not pressuring her for this, no matter how good it might feel…

Her lips pressed against Isabella’s finger.

Gently, that finger withdrew, leaving her lips pressed against a warm, firm curve.

She could sense that Isabella was holding her breath, waiting.

Slowly, she kissed down and to the left, following the curve of her mound, subtly teasing.

Isabella just waited, putting no pressure on her.

Surprised by how similar kissing the outside of her mound was to kissing her thigh or her feet, Piper felt a little more comfortable. Kissing up and then around to the right, she let herself breath in her roommate’s scent. This was definitely crossing a line into taboo territory… but Isabella had been so wonderful…

Closing her eyes, Piper moved a little to the left, and then pressed her lips forward.

She shivered as her lips made contact with warm flesh that was most definitely not smooth and not like a thigh. The thought that she was kissing her roommate’s gorgeous pink slit sent little shocks down her entire body, and she realized that her weird spontaneous pleasure had returned.

Tensing her lower body, she relished in the little jolts of enjoyment, building up her nerve to go further. The better it felt, the more her arousal built, and the more her inhibitions dropped… it wasn’t long before she felt inclined to proceed.

Moving her head up and down, she moved her closed lips against that slick slit, really getting a sense of her roommate’s sex. Trembling and working pleasure through her own little clenches, she hesitantly opened her mouth.

Isabella sighed as the tip of her tongue touched warm wetness.

Opening her eyes, Piper looked up, seeing her roommate watching her. She rolled her tongue in her mouth, realizing that the taste wasn’t bad at all. It was intimate and sweet, much like her scent… and thinking about the taboo she was breaking made the little jolts in her lower body stronger.

Isabella watched her, waiting… and then, for the first time during their fooling around, she broke her unreadable expression gave a genuine smile.

Her hesitation done for, Piper slid her tongue out, took a deep breath, and slid in.

Above her, Isabella tensed at the new, more intense stimulation.

Taking a moment to study the texture and heat and slickness, Piper realized they were the same sensations her fingers had experienced all week… only much stronger, and much more intimate. She drew her tongue upward, her lower body shivering with bursts of pleasure as the enormity of what she was doing hit her.

Reaching the hood above her folds, Piper stopped… thought about it… and then went back down, taking a long, deep lick upward again.

Isabella shuddered.

Enthused, Piper did it again, studying the more intense reactions of her roommate’s gorgeous body to direct stimulation by her tongue. Parting labia with her tongue, she relished in having total control – the blonde was at her mercy in a vastly more direct way than ever before.

She paused for a moment to internalize the fact that she was licking pussy for the first time… and then began lapping, eager to build the blonde’s pleasure and experience her orgasm up close.

Above her, Isabella seemed positively caught off guard by the sheer strength of the pleasure caused by the tongue thrusting against her. She did her best to watch, but her body rolled and squirmed with each lick.

Piper put her neck into it, using the flat of her tongue to pressure her roommate’s clit. The overwhelming sensations had her own body on fire, that strange spontaneous pleasure no longer difficult at all. In heaven, she licked eagerly, the experience bolstering her rising bliss, the pressure building to a surprising intensity.

Isabella gripped the sheets on either side and moaned loudly.

It didn’t take long. Pressuring her tongue in faster and faster rhythm, Piper began working in longer arcs, trying to reach inside as best she could to feel the blonde’s inner walls clenching. Just as she got to the depth she liked with each lick, Isabella gave a little half-scream, arched forward, and squeezed her legs around.

Suddenly crunched by the legs around her, Piper had no choice but to keep tonguing, her face pressed hard into her roommate’s slit. The act was enough to push her over the edge to her own burst of intense pleasure, and she rode the blissful heat to a powerful high as her working tongue felt Isabella clench hard.

The blonde squeezed her legs and tummy hard once, twice, and a third time, her entire body flushed red as she moaned her way through a violent orgasm.

Juices gushed against Piper’s mouth and chin as they both came together, the sweet taste sending her orgasm to a whole new level. She rode it as long as she could, feeling on the verge of passing out, until Isabella finally released her legs and pushed her back gently.

‘Oh… oh my god…’ the blonde breathed, lolling her head back. ‘Holy crap…’

‘Good?’ Piper asked, feeling proud of herself and utterly satisfied.

‘Incredible,’ Isabella breathed, gripping her head gently. ‘Incredible! That fucking tongue, so much better than fingers! And you – you finally licked pussy! How was it?’

Red-faced from exertion, covered in sweat and juices, Piper felt completely open and trusting. She smiled as she admitted it. ‘I came…’

‘Really?’ Isabella asked, eyes wide and happy. ‘Like, without touching? Like last weekend?’

Piper nodded, her smile turning sheepish.

‘How was it?’

She bit her lip. ‘It was great. It feels way different, and it’s harder to make happen… but this time was the first time it was as good as when I… you know, use my hands.’

‘Awesome!’ Isabella replied, smiling broadly. ‘Then it’s settled, you’ll use your mouth from now on!’

Her heart pounding, Piper felt a sinking feeling form in her stomach. She’d meant for it to be a one-time thing; a gift for her roommate being so awesome that night, not some new level to their ‘helping each other out’… but Isabella usually got her way, and she could already feel her own mental gears turning rapidly, trying to justify and rationalize doing it again.

She returned to her own bed and collapsed on top, once again wondering where exactly this little arrangement was going to take her…