Piper woke up to the warm late spring sun streaming through the window. Her apartment wasn't this sunny until nearly noon. Surely, she couldn't have slept that late. Her eyes were still glued shut from sleep as she tried to get a better sense of the strange room that she had awakened in this Saturday morning.
The only of her five senses that was alive was touch. She reached out her hand and touched a fluffy, soft pillow beside her own. The thread count was like nothing she could afford or that she would ever buy if she could. She tried to pull up the mental tape of the night before in her groggy mind and slowly became aware of what had happened last night. There had been a woman. Not just any woman but one who could tell her she was an actual goddess and Piper would have believed her. She was tall and curvy with long black hair and a prominent rose tattoo on her bicep. She remembered the alabaster skin and how it had smelled like almonds, coconut, and a hint of vanilla mixed with cocoa butter. Where was this woman now? Was she even the person who had taken her home last night? In her slightly hungover, sleepy state she wasn't sure. Judging from the décor of the room she was in the person who had taken her home was female, not overly feminine but somewhat at least. The woman obviously had an appreciation of the eroticized female form, as her nightstand featured a lamp with a woman's torso as its base.
It had been nearly five years since she woke up in a strange apartment. Since her friends told her only desperate sluts stayed the night. And Piper Chapman had always been a good girl, someone who listened to authority figures, a group which since she started high school a decade ago included her truest friends.
Piper's nose became aware of a scent of almonds on the sheets and a certain tropical sweetness, some tropical flower she couldn't quite place filling the room. She saw an orange and red candle in a glass that looked like it had been burned both recently and regularly on a nightstand beside a stack of books and a navy-blue eyeglass case. As her eyes focused on the fancy leather hard-shelled case the night before came flooding back. Then the mahogany posts of her most recent paramour's bed came into view, along with the red scarves tied to each one. The last words she had heard the night before were ringing through her ears. Utterances barely comprehended as she fell deeply into a tequila, red wine and orgasm induced stupor. Piper didn't normally drink red but nothing about last night had been normal.
"Stay," a husky tone rumbled against her ear, the red lipstick that had drawn the blonde in hours ago largely either smeared or worn off. The women were lounging in bed after their post-sex shower that had been more about getting clean than acting out her shower sex fantasies.
"I can't," Piper had responded as she tried to figure out what had happened to her clothes, items that didn't appear to be anywhere in the room.
"I could always tie you to the bed again," Alex challenged as she ran her hand along the blonde's toned abs and kissed between her breasts.
"I'm too tired to go again. I've never been so exhausted," Piper replied as she gave into the reality that she wasn't leaving her new lover's bed tonight and that she didn't really want to.
"Then sleep, you ridiculous human. And I'll take that as a compliment," the voice responded as she kissed her way from the blonde's chest to her lips.
"Oh, you should," Piper replied as she mustered up every remaining bit of strength she possessed within her body.
"Then stay."
"But where will you sleep?"
"Next to you or I can take the couch if you aren't comfortable sleeping with me."
"I think after what we just did, I'd better be comfortable sharing a bed with you."
"Where are my manners," she teased as she kissed my neck and I could feel wetness pool between my legs, I couldn't believe I had anything left within me, "You want to brush your teeth before bed?"
"I don't have a toothbrush."
"Use mine, silly. God, you are adorable without having to try," Piper heard the voice tease through exasperated laughter.
"Is that bad? Are you sure I'm not overstaying my welcome," Piper asked in a tone brimming with nervous anxiety.
"It's three am, you're a young, drunk, hot blonde. You are not leaving my apartment in the middle of the night."
"So it's only about chivalry?"
"I have my reasons," she got up and went to the bathroom.
Piper heard her turn on the water, then off and then open a cabinet and grab a pill bottle. The blonde figured she had some sort of bedtime medication she had to take every night before she went to sleep. But no. Piper got in the bathroom and found three orange tablets next to a glass of water and a perfectly placed fluffy black Egyptian cotton washcloth. She was surprised that the confident woman in leather pants with skin covered in strategically placed tattoos and an emo meets glam rocker look was so into softness when it came to her most private spaces but everything about this woman had been surprising. Piper swallowed down the ibuprofen and another glass of water before running her fingers through a basket overflowing with tubes of soaps, perfumes, and moisturizers.
"Use whatever you want, babe," a voice hollered from what Piper assumed was the bed, how did she know?
"Thanks," Piper hollered back, wanting so badly to return the 'babe' but her throat closed up around the word. She quickly washed up and applied a thick layer of moisturizer to her face and arms before climbing into bed beside the most beautiful woman in the world, who for whatever reason was desperate for another moment in her lowly presence.
Piper savored the soft sheets and warm sunlight blanketing her skin for another moment as the rest of her body awoke to its basic needs. Despite all she had drank last night once fully awake she remembered exactly how she got here.
She had gone out for dinner with friends. Some new Asian fusion place that was more fusion than anything remotely authentic. One of those places obviously intended for the twenty-something Manhattan hipster who wanted to brag about how woke they were but really were exactly like their parents with each passing year.
Then they wanted to go to some trendy martini bar because they made trendy craft cocktails. Piper knew they used crappy alcohol. Sure, the mixers and zests were organic but that was insignificant and not nearly enough to legitimize a twenty-six dollar drink. The overpriced drinks and trendy ambiance meant the bar was full of rich foreign guys and that was what her friends had wanted, the illusion of having someone with money fall for them and lavish all the finer things in life upon them.
But this was not what she wanted.
Lately, Piper had been less into any part of that type.
Yet, her friends, the aforementioned woke hipsters who claimed to love gay people (but only if they cut their hair and dressed them), still tried to set her up with guys, hoping she would remember that "she had once been bisexual before her recent choice to be a lezzie," as they said. Piper was still bisexual, she had just recently come to terms with her strong preference for women and spending time around other queer people. Even if she never slept with another man again, which was becoming an increasingly realistic possibility, she would still be bisexual. Her friends had never once encouraged her to go on a date with a girl. Not even a girl from the office, a girl who shared their background. No, they were on a dogged quest to remind her that bisexual women were only okay if they ultimately married a man and bared his children the typical way. Piper didn't even want to get into how they liked to call bisexual men closeted gay guys who spread STDs to heterosexual women and the children they left in their bellies when the lure of covert hookups became too strong.
All that had come to a head the night before as they brought up incompatible guy after guy. Piper was fed up with her so-called friends, some she had moved to NYC with after college and others she had met over the past two years of living just over the bridge in an up-and-coming part of Brooklyn, meaning one that was in the process of becoming gentrified. Her friends must have known there was no way she would ever date any of those dull boys. Piper was certain that they wouldn't have dated them.
So she left the bar and walked from Midtown to the Village and found a nondescript run-down hole in the wall. It was clear the bar wasn't necessarily a "gay bar" per se but that it attracted a certain clientele and tolerated behaviors you could only get away with at a queer club so she decided to walk in and see what happened. Maybe she'd get a drink, maybe she'd find a party. Finding the love of her life was the last thing on her mind as she pushed open the heavy wood door and walked into the grungy bar with its brick walls, Christmas lights in May and worn cement floor that might have once been tiled, she couldn't be sure.
The bar had been empty, well except for one group of about five people, already talking at a decibel known only to drunk people. It was only 7pm but somehow these people were already drunk. This bar seemed to attract a rowdy, low-class crowd. It seemed to be the sort of place you didn't want to be after 9pm. Piper knew that this was the last place that she should be on a Friday night. She nearly left as quickly as she came in but then she saw her.
Her.
The most beautiful woman she had ever seen in her life. Big green eyes behind dark eye makeup and equally dark glasses that would make a lesser woman look like a nerdy librarian but framed her round face perfectly. Her long dyed-black hair fell down her shoulders in fifties-style ringlets. Her eyes, skin and hair were beautiful but they weren't her most striking feature. They weren't the feature that had made her stop in her tracks and walk up to the bartender just to be in her orbit another second.
Piper's eyes fell on the woman's full red lips, painted a deep crimson and she knew she would have done anything to kiss those lips. She didn't even know if the woman was a good kisser or even smelled good. But for once, Piper took a chance and sat down alone at an unfamiliar bar on a Friday night.
She did so on the off chance that maybe in the time it took her to drink a margarita and contemplate how her life got so far off the rails that the woman would walk up to her and make a proper introduction. Piper couldn't imagine walking up to a woman like her if she had been alone let alone in a group of her friends.
As Piper slid onto a barstool and placed her purse on the worn oak bar, she reminded herself that there wasn't anything proper about this bar so she, perhaps, shouldn't be so hopeful. Still, she ordered a margarita and was stirring it unconsciously before she took that first sip and figured out whether it was sweet from too much mixer or burned from too much tequila. The drink wasn't served with a lime wedge but it at least had salt on the rim so it seemed to be a promising enough drink and smelled strong.
The blonde could vaguely hear a loud Jewish Upper East Side accent exclaim, "Go, on. That girl's gorgeous."
"I couldn't Nichols, that girl is outta my league," a huskier voice with a mixture of a Jersey and Western Massachusetts accent responded to the woman who was presumably a close friend.
"Have you forgotten who you are? So what? That Silvia chick broke your heart. That bitch was never right for you anyway," the first woman declared as she gave her friend some tough love. This seemed to be the friend's area of expertise, judging by the passion in her voice. She would have done amazing in Debate Club or Model UN, maybe she already had, Piper couldn't know.
"I'm done with lovers. I've had more than my share."
"Maybe she could be the last one you ever have."
"I doubt it. I don't even want that," the second woman asserted which made her friend chuckle and pound the table.
"Quit lying, yeah ya do. Now go up there and do what you do best. Or I'll go flirt with her and take her home tonight."
"You have a girlfriend. Or are you two off again?"
"You know we decided we're better as friends," the first woman reminded her friend, "But," she said, drawing out every letter three times as long as necessary, "I've been talking to this gorgeous Egyptian refugee though. It's getting pretty hot and heavy. Definite promise. She's so different from me but so perfect. She has a shimmering smile and deep brown eyes that peer into your soul. I'd rather text her tonight than pick up some leggy young blonde who is more your type than mine just to spite my best friend."
Piper was about to take that long-delayed first sip when she felt someone slowly walk up behind her and slide in next to her. Nobody had entered the bar and she had only seen the one group so it must have been one of them.
"Isn't it a little cold for a Margarita? Isn't there a thing about no Margaritas before Cinco de Mayo?"
"I've only heard the thing about white after Labor Day, that never stopped me though. If anything, my mother's sour face encouraged me to do it. I look damn good in white."
"I'll bet you do," the woman teased in a low voice that Piper wasn't sure she had heard properly before asking in a louder tone, "What else do you do to piss off your mother?"
"Let's see be a jock, go to the wrong college, work the wrong job because I prefer creativity over prosperity, date the wrong people cause again creativity with a strong preference for women. I'm twenty-five in a little over a month and she already thinks I'm unmarriageable and my ovaries are beginning to shrivel up. Like I'm really worried about my fertility. I have time for that but I'm not even sure I want that. I'm not sure I want to give up my autonomy to someone else like that. Even today, marriage and childrearing rob so much from women and I'm not sure I want a part in an outdated, over-emphasized tradition. What about you?"
"No kids and definitely no wives ever or at the moment, girlfriends. I went to MIT for architecture with minors in art history and classics, then Princeton for grad school, I got a PhD in Architectural History, spent a year studying in Italy and Greece, traveled around Europe a bit when I had some free time. Then I spent six months making my way from Turkey to Japan, exploring ancient art and buildings along the way. I grew up with a single mom and when I was eleven the school district had me sent to a science and art magnet school because I was too smart for traditional school, where I majored in technical drawing. I used to have a high-powered job at an architecture firm and now work in corporate real estate. It's boring and the suits itch but it affords me a nice lifestyle and contributes to my art collection. Lived in Hawaii and Hollywood for almost three years but it wasn't my thing. Kept the house in Hawaii though cause I loved it so much, not that I've been back in a year but I get some rental income from it, so it is not a total loss. I came back to New York about a year ago, before that I had lived in the City for nearly six years. So, I'm thirty-two in case you're bad at math or wondering but too shy to ask a lady's age," the woman responded as Piper glared at her. The gorgeous yet cocky woman before her must have some nerve to say something like that to a woman she seemed to be attempting to flirt with.
"I'm Piper. And you are," the blonde asked in a somewhat shocked and offended tone.
"Alex. But most of my friends call me Vause," the brunette declared.
"What should I call you," Piper teased as she reached her fingers closer to the other woman's forearm.
"What do you want to call me," Alex quickly retorted in a lust-filled, firm tone.
"I have a few ideas," Piper teased flirtatiously.
"Oh," Alex asked as she rested her elbows on the bar then took a long swill from her beer, avoiding eye contact with the flirtatious young blonde beside her.
"Don't you have to get back to your friends, Alex?"
"They're used to it," the brunette replied in a chillingly commanding tone as she rolled her eyes and pushed her black secretary glasses onto her forehead.
"So you pick up girls in bars often," Piper asked as she tried to feel out this woman's character. So far she was indisputably beautiful with a knock-out curvy body and large breasts but that wasn't enough for her. Piper was the type of woman who craved substance in a human she chose to give her time.
"Most girls quickly bore me," Alex confessed as she locked eyes with the blue-eyed blonde.
"Hopefully, I don't," Piper said in a sultry tone as her fingertips found Alex's wrist.
"Oh, I'm sure you won't. You already have me intrigued," Alex replied as she pressed her shoulder against Piper's bicep.
The two women were midway through our second round of drinking and playing the age-old barroom game of twenty questions you ask a potential lover on a Friday night when Piper asked Alex about the tattoos on her arm, "So are those your only tattoos or do you, you know, have others hidden away?"
"Are you asking to make small talk or are you genuinely curious about where things are on my body?"
Piper looked down at the older woman's shapely breasts, barely held in by her dress and remembered the muscled thigh the brunette had brushed against hers. She recalled how she had instantly felt a surge flow within her. Did she really offer to let me see her naked? Had she just propositioned me? Piper asked herself as she couldn't believe that this woman wanted the same thing she did, for Piper to explore her naked body.
The blonde had been to the bathroom a few minutes ago and it was dirty with permanent marker graffiti and a cracked cement floor. But if it meant fucking the most beautiful woman she had ever seen; she knew that she would have gotten on her knees without any hesitation if that's what Alex asked.
Piper had never been one for public bathroom sex but she figured Alex was just looking for another hookup. That seemed all she could give her and Piper was willing to take whatever she could get. She just wanted to behold perfection, to say she had been fucked by a goddess and maybe even got to return the favor. Piper didn't want to be a drunken hookup but she also was becoming increasingly desperate to touch and taste her.
"Curious."
"You wanna get out of here, Pipes," they had known each other maybe an hour and Alex had already given the younger woman a nickname. Piper didn't know where Alex wanted to take her but she knew they could head deep into the woods, cross the border into Vermont or even Canada and the blonde would have told her to keep driving.
"Do you have a car," Piper asked, not knowing why. She felt she should despite all the warnings that she had gotten over the past eight and a half years not to get in a car with a stranger, especially one who you were unsure of how much they had drank that night. She had no rational reason to trust this woman but did so implicitly, there was just something about her. Something that drew her to her.
"Well, I have something with four wheels but it would be very offended if anyone called it just a car. A black Lamborghini is not a car. My mom's beat-up brown station wagon, that was a car. My Lamborghini is an experience," Alex declared as Piper realized this seemingly perfect woman was not much different from the rich asshole men who placed all their self-worth in their six-figure European sportscars. Alex had seemed like a fairly modest self-made multimillionaire, someone Piper heard stories about and found admirable. She hoped this little momentary blip would be disproven as quickly as it was spoken.
If anybody else had Piper the way Alex just had she would have told them to fuck off as she threw the remnants of her drink in their smug face. Fortunately for the busty, smiling brunette, the blonde's body craved the older woman's touch and that longing was stronger than anything she had ever felt in her life. She needed to know the softness of those lips and feel the magical moment our bodies became intertwined, "Where do you want to go," Piper asked with a tone that expertly straddled the line between softness and passion.
"I have a penthouse on the border of the Lower East Side and the Financial District with the most amazing view of the Brooklyn Bridge. It's nice cause during the week I can walk to work and on the weekends I can bike across the Bridge in minutes," Alex responded with a reassuring amount of pride and love. Maybe she was just the type who valued her possessions. She had worked hard for them. She had started with nothing, she had gone from working for others to building an empire, it was why she returned to the City. Well, that and a particularly messy breakup with her girlfriend of nearly five years.
"Do you live alone," I asked as I said a silent prayer that the answer would be in the affirmative.
"Yes. And I'll make sure you are adequately taken care of tonight," Alex responded seductively as she toyed with her fingers on my palm.
Piper knew in her head she should say no but every other part of her was screaming yes, it was as if there was an invisible string pulling the two of them together, "Let's go. I just gotta pay for my drinks."
"Now, Ms. Chapman I'm sure a well-bred lady such as yourself knows that a lady never pays. You never had a tab, I just had the bartender tack it onto mine," Alex teased as she placed her hand on Piper's jaw and when the blonde made no attempt to wriggle out of the brunette's black-nailed grasp pulled the blonde's lips into hers. Piper's fingers tangled into the brunette's curls, holding onto them for dear life as she tried to deepen the kiss but Alex wasn't budging. Eventually, she pulled away leaving Piper wanting and now painfully wet, "Shall we go home, baby," Alex asked with sweet passion as if this had all been one of those games couples who've been together for years play to spice things up where they pretend to be strangers and proposition each other. And in many ways, Piper felt like she had known the older woman for her whole life, like she had always been inside her.
Piper decided to play along, "Yeah, honey. Let's go. I just have to make sure I don't leave my phone behind at the bar again." She was rewarded with shimmering emeralds staring into her steely-blue eyes with a warmth and intensity she had never experienced before as those beautiful red lips that had pulled her in around two hours ago turned into the prettiest smile she had ever seen and the sound of laughter rang in her ears.
Piper wasn't sure if what happened next was a reward for playing along or genuine behavior, a sort of true self Alex saved only for her lovers so that she could maintain her confident bravado around her friends, it wasn't my favorite human trait but she somehow made it so sexy. Alex took her hand and guided her down the block, stopping in front of her Lamborghini. Everything about this woman intimidated her.
She had laughed as her friends shared their Christian Grey fantasies when Fifty Shades had been all the rage, firmly declaring that she couldn't care less. She had no desire to have sadomasochistic sex with a billionaire playboy but here she was about to let an Italian sportscar whisk her away to a multimillion-dollar Manhattan penthouse. She was like those celebrity wives who strongly asserted that they had never intended to fall in love with a famous person, it had just happened. Piper had asserted her disbelief about that type of woman many times as she gossiped with friends about the latest tabloid stories of celebrity romances. But she was beginning to believe those women as Alex held open the passenger door and waited for her to buckle her seatbelt before shutting it and walking over to the driver's side.
"You need anything before we head to my place, babe? I could pick us up some burgers. I also know of a great noodle place that's still open, it's the most authentic place I've found outside of Asia. Although London does have some Indian and Pakistani food that are better than anything I've had in the Middle East."
"Wow, you are well-traveled."
"Yeah, I work to live. That's why I switched to real estate, so I could travel and still make money."
"Do you miss being an architect?"
"I miss the creative and problem-solving parts but not the schedule. It took over too much of my life. My professor warned us day one that we had chosen one of the most time-intensive professions in existence but I loved math and art, I still do, so I kept with it until I couldn't anymore. Now, I make my own hours and more money. So are you hungry?"
"I could go for something cheesy that's not you."
"Oh, burn," Alex playfully slapped my arm as we stopped at a red light. A few minutes later we stopped outside a diner that said "Red's" in neon lighting. "What are you having? I don't know what's good."
"Now, babe, don't say that. Judging from your current situation, you have impeccable taste," she teased as she slowly pulled Piper's lips to hers with her hand rested firmly on the younger woman's chin. This time, she didn't pause to make sure it was okay. She kissed the blonde longer and with more passion but still resisted Piper's attempts to deepen the kiss.
No longer content with merely getting a kiss from the sexy brunette, Piper now had a new goal—to feel Alex's tongue as deep inside her body as possible.
Piper checked her phone and found the expected worried texts and a few drunken Snapchats of her friends making fools of themselves and begging her to come find them at some raucous warehouse in Queens. Piper sighed and shook her head as she reminded herself that was the last place she wanted to be. She preferred the company of a wealthy older lesbian and leaving the bar way before midnight, let alone the inevitable 3am after party. Tonight was already the perfect night and it was barely ten o'clock.
Alex returned with a greasy white bag and drink carrier that judging from the condensation on the white Styrofoam cups was milkshakes. She couldn't help but hum the song "Milkshake" to her as she watched the gorgeous woman who had been willing to delay responding to their sexual chemistry that she grabbed them a late-night dinner.
"I got us milkshakes! I hope you like chocolate," Alex declared as she set the cups into the black holders in the center console then leaned over and kissed Piper's cheek before she slid into her seat, "Did you miss me?"
"Yeah. My friends are being idiots and want me to be dumb with them. They were sending me Snapchats while we were in the bar I guess. I'm so tired of going to parties. There's always wall to wall people. I want something real," Piper told Alex as she took the bag of food and placed it on her lap.
"I do too. I could see myself really liking you, like more than like, Pipes," Alex told the blonde as she gazed in her direction, as if she was unsure what to do with herself or how to adequately express her feelings for the woman before her.
"So this isn't what you do? Like normally," Piper asked in rapid succession.
"No, normally I would have snuck my hand places it might not belong until you could no longer say no and then fuck you in the bathroom, that is if we made it that far. I buy women a drink but I never signal the bartender to use the good tequila and unless we're dating I never leave the bar with them. And even if we are and they whine about being hungry I don't stop. I'm usually the sort of girlfriend who admonishes their partner that there's food at home."
"Does that mean we're…dating?"
"That's your main takeaway from all that, Pipes? Really," Alex asked in an exasperated tone as the car lurched forward a little faster than it should have.
"Yeah I figured out about the Patron and shots of sipping tequila. So are we," Piper asked as she placed a gentle hand on Alex's forearm and rubbed until the older woman seemed calm once more.
"Do you want to be," Alex asked with all the false bravado her secretly vulnerable heart could muster.
"Maybe," Piper responded as she focused on the woman's cheekbones and her big, shimmering emerald eyes.
"Well, it sounds like I have some work to do then, Pipes," could this strong, confident to the point of cocky woman be hopelessly in love with me? She had never given the blonde the slightest inclination that she was the sort of woman prone to sentiments of the heart. Piper couldn't imagine Alex reading some trashy romance novel. The younger woman couldn't imagine her reading at all but when she had asked her what's the one thing you never leave home without, she had answered a book without hesitation.
She had been shocked but as Alex unlocked the door of her penthouse and went to the kitchen to get plates, Piper looked around the open living area and was struck by how every nook and cranny she could shove a book into she had. She figured Alex wouldn't care if she explored the apartment a little and stepped into the room with its panoramic view of the city and the sliding glass door leading to a huge balcony with what appeared to be newly constructed planter boxes. She liked to garden as well as read for fun. Could it be, Piper wondered.
Every time she thought she had an idea about who Alex Vause was the woman surprised her or otherwise revealed another twist that forced her to reevaluate everything she thought she knew about the tall, buxom woman. It was clear she was complex and maybe even complicated. She didn't let many people in but for whatever reason, she had chosen to give Piper unprecedented access to her life and seemed to want to extend that access to the rest of her body and soul.
"Hey, babe, you want to eat in the living room," she heard a voice holler from the semi-open kitchen.
That's right food, Piper remembered as she looked through the wall of windows at the promised view that was somehow more striking than promised. That's right, they had gotten what she had figured was cheeseburgers with two orders of fries, one of onion rings and mozzarella sticks.
"If that's okay with you, babe," she tried out the word she had wanted to say since the woman slid her beer next to the blonde's margarita when they were sitting at the bar and it sounded damn good spilling from her lips. It was definitely a word that she could get used to saying in this woman's direction.
"Of course, silly. If it wasn't, I wouldn't have asked. I have some leftover salad, if you need a side of veggies with your fried grease. And I have an open bottle of red, if you aren't done drinking," she added as I heard her unwrapping the food and putting it onto plates. This extra attention to presentation and making sure the svelte blonde got a balanced meal was nothing she was used to but she definitely could become accustomed to, eventually.
"I couldn't eat your food, Al," If she could turn Piper's name into an adorable nickname then the blonde would do the same.
"Oh you can and you will," she said in a tone that left the words, 'I'm my food,' unspoken but heard clearly by Piper.
"Well, if you insist, then sure and I'll take some wine. The tequila is wearing off already."
"See that wasn't so hard. Just say yes," Alex replied in a low, seductive tone. Piper could imagine the motions of those red lips and the commanding glare from those green orbs that made Piper melt.
"I think you'll be hearing enough of that from me tonight."
"Yeah that tequila's really worn off, Pipes," Alex asked in a tone that was both exasperated and teasing.
"Too much?"
"No, just enough," Alex replied as she set the plates in front of the blonde and kissed her cheek before ducking back into the kitchen. Moments later she reappeared with a bottle of wine that Piper could tell was more expensive than anything she had ever had, even at Christmas dinner, and two nice wine goblets. Piper wasn't sure what was making her mouth water more, the sexy goddess standing before her or the expensive wine and equally fancy glasses.
"See something you like babe," Alex asked with a piercing glare that made Piper's breath hitch in her throat and her already toned core impossibly tight.
"Mmm-hmm," Piper replied as she searched for the words to express what this woman was doing to her body from two feet away.
"And here I thought you were so eloquent that I just had to take you home," Alex taunted as her face filled with laughter and that ball in Piper's stomach tightened just a little bit more. She was now sure that she would soon burst like some sort of motion-detection bomb if the woman moved the slightest bit.
"I…I…I mmmm."
"Cat got your tongue, Pipes," Alex asked with her voice huskier than normal.
"Uhm, something cat-like doesn't have it and that's my problem, Al," Piper fired back as the woman looked her up and down then smirked and stood like the girl's daring comment impressed her.
"Shall I pour," Alex asked as she slowly sat down next to Piper and cupped the blonde's cheek before gently kissing her.
"Yes, please," Piper responded as she tasted the last remaining bits of Alex's lipstick on her mouth.
"I like hearing those words fall from your lips. I'd like to hear more of it tonight," Alex teased in a sultry tone as she watched the blonde licking her lips and smirked in satisfaction, knowing she had the girl exactly where she wanted her.
"Noted, Al," Piper responded in a playfully flirtatious tone.
"Are you comfortable," Alex asked as she leaned into the couch a bit further and watched Piper sitting on the couch taking a nervous sip from her wine while trying not to get caught hungrily watching Alex's breasts jiggle as she moved.
"Yes. Are you," the blonde asked as she realized Alex had raised an eyebrow and Piper knew she had been caught staring at a woman's breasts as if that was the most important part of her. Piper had gone to Smith, where she had received some unique messages about female objectification, in the classroom she was told how wrong it was but once she went downtown and walked into one of the local dyke bars she got a completely opposite one. Piper still hadn't come to a conclusion about the female gaze when one was gazing upon a woman she found alluring but Alex didn't seem to mind so she kept watching her. She let her eyes follow the curve of her body and rest upon her wide hips as she fantasized about digging her nails into them.
"I could do without this," Alex responded playfully as she snapped of her bra and pulled it out of her sleeve before throwing it onto the armchair across the room as the younger woman fought the urge to spontaneously combust at black silk and red lace flying across the room. A part of her considered trying to catch it like it were a fly ball at a ballgame but she had always been more of a runner than a catcher so she just watched the offending material soar across the room.
Piper didn't even know she had pounced on the brunette until she felt fingers on her own bra and then unlatch it as she took a deep breath in. Their tongues intertwined as Alex worked her leg between Piper's and rubbed her center in perfect rhythm. Piper ground into the woman's offering of her body as the blonde's arousal grew before the brunette pulled away.
She pushed a lock of hair from Piper's face and whispered gently, "We should eat before we go any further, babe."
The older woman kissed the blonde gently when she responded with a slight whimper, "I promise I'm still getting warmed up. There's so much I wanna do to you but you need your strength if you are gonna be able to withstand it."
Piper reluctantly worked her way off Alex's body and with some assistance the blonde returned to her spot on the couch, now with a sheepish grin firmly affixed to her face as Alex shot her a warm, inviting smile and gazed at her with lust-filled eyes.
Their burgers had gotten a bit cold and fries wilted but they still savored their food while periodically pausing to make eyes at each other.
A few times, Alex stopped to wink and playfully mouth the word 'stop' then Piper would smile bigger and brighter than before until the smiles turned into locked-in glares that dared the brunette to do something about the blonde's stare in her direction. But Alex never did. Instead, she just gave her an ice-cold glare and shook her head as she seductively took another sip of wine and poured them both a little more.
After what felt like hours but was maybe forty minutes at most, Alex turned to Piper, "So you ready to take this night to the bedroom?"
"I've been ready."
"Well, babe, I'm not the type of woman to keep a girl waiting, especially one as beautiful and shapely as you. Normally I don't go for muscles. Or blondes, for that matter. But, shit, I want you naked in my bed so fucking bad."
"And I'm not the type of girl to be so easily convinced," Piper responded as Alex found herself out of wine and fries so she had no choice but to flash the blonde an 'oh, shit, fuck me' look as she took off her glasses and cocked her eyebrow.
Piper took that as an invitation to rip Alex's clothes off as the brunette pulled the blonde's clothes off with more fierceness and hunger than she had yet chosen to show as she tried to keep some level of dominance over the younger woman.
Alex roughly pushed Piper onto her back the second they were close to the foot of her big king-size bed with its duvet and red and white sheets. Piper expected the brunette to keep going with her kisses and not so subtle strokes against the blonde's skin, instead, she paused a moment and licked her lips at the sight of the naked, extremely aroused blonde and her swollen, drenched pussy pleading to feel her tongue against its sensitive flesh writhing on her bed.
"I think I need to teach you a lesson. It's our first time so I can't fault you for not knowing who's in charge here. I'm the dominant one. Me, not you. Just cause I let you touch me whenever, wherever, however doesn't mean you are in control of the sex in this thing we have going on," Alex ran her hand along the silk scarves securely fastened to the posts of her bed, "Do you know what these are for, Piper," she hissed in a husky yet sultry tone.
"Uhm, I think I'm about to find out," Piper replied in a self-assured, almost commanding tone.
"I'll take that as a yes, then. If at any point they become uncomfortable, let me know. I want to pleasure you and you don't seem like the sort of woman who knows how to allow herself to feel pleasure without giving it to her lover so I'm just going to give you a little," she paused and stood there like a dominatrix, "reminder," she hissed at the blonde, drawing out each letter and adding syllables Piper didn't know were possible.
"I can't believe how well you know me," Piper responded as she fought her body's urge to explode prematurely.
"I'm naturally very perceptive," Alex replied as she crawled up Piper's body and kissed her, the older woman started with gentle sweetness and turned into unbridled fire before she released the younger woman's thin, pink lips from her full, red set. She then ran her hand along the red silk and started tying the blonde to the bedframe before her mouth and fingers continued their unfettered exploration of her new lover. Alex alternated between licking, fingering and rubbing as they went for three rounds before Piper told Alex, "Come up here." Alex responded by kissing her passionately.
"That was nice but it's not what I want."
"Oh," Alex reached her fingers between her legs and swiped up and down once then stuck her glistening fingers in the blonde's mouth, "is this what you want?"
"Yes," Piper replied without hesitation as she attempted Alex's seductive trick of unnecessarily drawing out words.
"You want to stay tied up," Alex asked gently as she checked in with her new lover.
"Yes."
"You are kinkier than I thought," Alex teased as she softly swatted at Piper's hip.
"I want to pleasure you. I want you to get pleasure from me," Piper lovingly told the brunette who somehow looked even more gorgeous with Piper's cum still glistening on her lips.
"Your wish is my command, princess," Alex replied as she climbed up the bed and grabbed hold of the bedframe.
Piper then licked and sucked between her legs until the brunette had nothing left to give. When she decided they were done, Alex untied the blonde then kissed and rubbed her wrists and palms until the blood flow returned to her hands. Once she was satisfied Piper had recovered from their encounter, the women took a quick shower and brushed their teeth.
Next, Alex tucked them into bed and kissed her new lover good night. Piper, of course, didn't know that Alex had stayed awake listening to her breathe until it was obvious that she was deep in slumber but she had. She loved listening to the blonde breathe and seeing how innocent her face looked as she slept. She was a radiant being who had crashed into her world at the perfect moment. She felt a deep, unfamiliar urge to protect this woman at all costs. Was this how it felt to truly fall in love?
No amount of exhaustion could change Alex's firm status as an early riser so she awoke with the dawn as she had for as long as she could remember. She paused to kiss Piper's forehead softly and rub her back gently when she stirred under the blankets. She laid out some pajamas then tiptoed to the kitchen to make her new lover, well hopefully by the end of the weekend her girlfriend, breakfast like her mom used to on those rare occasions she had a weekend morning free and hadn't worked late the night before.
As the night before became clearer in Piper's mind, she smelled the unmistakable scent of pancakes then saw the pajamas laid out on Alex's ottoman. She had been prepared for the Saturday morning walk of shame, not what seemed to be an invitation to stay, to find comfort in Alex's home. She had never experienced this, it seemed Alex wanted her here long after the wanton desire was fed. She couldn't have hoped for this but, man, had she wanted it. Alex was special, she had made her feel things nobody else ever had. She wanted to know everything about this enigmatic goddess so she got into the linen shorts and black tank top that smelled like Alex. She walked across the apartment with bare feet and her hair still messy and tangled from sleep, getting her first glimpse of the large, well-decorated apartment in the light of day.
Alex turned when she heard her enter the kitchen, "Good morning, beautiful. I was gonna surprise you with breakfast in bed but I guess you aren't as much of a sleeping beauty as I thought you were. You sleep well?"
"Yes, I feel so rested. Your bed is amazing," Piper told Alex as she interlocked her hand then stretched her arms above her head before pressing her thumbs into her curved back as the brunette looked on like Piper doing a little standing morning yoga was the hottest thing that she had ever seen.
"So it has nothing to do with what we did in my bed," Alex teased as she banged a spatula against the electric griddle.
"It might have a little something to do with why I feel so amazing this morning, babe," Piper replied, her voice dripping with sweet seduction.
"Coffee," Alex asked, as if she were letting the blonde know she had successfully passed her first of hopefully many pop quizzes.
"Yes, please."
"So polite," Alex teased as she motioned to the fridge, "coffee, almond milk and creamer is in there. If you don't like cold brew, I can make you a pot in the French press."
"Cold press is fine."
"So pancakes," Alex lovingly asked.
"Sounds divine, babe.
And I have bacon in the oven, babe. I figured you were the type of girl who isn't scared of a little cured pork product, well in this case uncured because nitrates are scary. It should be done any minute."
"The oven?"
"Yeah, you've never had baked bacon? It's the best. It's how my mom used to make it. I used to think it was because she didn't have enough pans but when I was older she told me it was so she could concentrate on the stuff that had to be made on the stove. It was time saving. Then everybody realized it was healthier and now everybody's doing it."
"Can't wait to try it. What else did you make?"
"I pulled some muffins from the freezer, cut up some fruit, made whipped cream and of course the pancakes. I didn't make eggs, I wasn't sure how you'd be feeling."
"Yeah, I'm not really feeling eggs, Al. Sounds good, honey."
"So I'm guessing you'll be joining me for breakfast then, Pipes?"
"Uh, duh, Al," Piper teased as she wrapped her arm around the brunette's waist and pulled the older woman's body into hers then softly kissed her cheek.
"Do you have any plans for your Saturday," Alex asked as she moved away from Piper's body without maneuvering out of her lover's grasp.
"Not yet, would you like to give me some," Piper flirted as she kissed the blonde's black spaghetti strap that barely held her silk nightie.
"Want to go walk through the park, have a picnic then do some shopping and grab dinner," Alex suggested as she leaned into the amorous blonde's kisses.
"Like a date," Piper asked with her lips against Alex's warm skin.
"Yeah. Except not like a date but rather a date where we come back to my place for a little Netflix and chill."
"Sounds like the perfect Saturday," Piper answered as she wrapped her hand low on Alex's waist and kissed her cheek before offering to help the brunette with breakfast, "So am I staying the night again?"
"I would hope you would, babe," Alex responded in a rare moment of vulnerability as her voice cracked and tears formed in the corner of her eyes.
"Say the word and I'll never leave," Piper challenged as she seized the opportunity to take control of Alex.
"What's the word?"
"That's for you to find out, babe," Piper replied as Alex took a deep breath and held it until Piper rubbed her abdomen and reminded the brunette that it was there and so was she.
"Well, guess I'll just have to work on getting to know you really well," Alex commanded as she slowly regained her composure.
Twenty-four hours later, Piper woke up with her head nestled in Alex's nude bosom and the brunette's arm across her hips, as if she had been holding her there all night. She kissed Alex's breasts and massaged the woman's nipples until she fully awakened, "Morning, sunshine."
"Morning. Were you cuddling me all night," Piper asked, her mouth still dry from sleep.
"I might have been. So what are you doing next weekend," Alex groggily asked the blonde as she ran her nails along her warm, creamy skin.
"Whatever you're doing."
"So masturbating then, I guess that's okay, babe, as long as I get to watch."
"Huh?"
"I'm doing you all weekend, silly."
"Oh. I see."
"Is that all you have to say for yourself, Miz Chapman?"
"I like the sound of that. Can we talk before then?"
"Of course. We can talk all night long every evening until next Friday night if you want. Maybe even sneak away and have dinner midweek if you get to missing me too bad. I mean assuming you can pencil me into your schedule," Alex added as if there was any possibility Piper couldn't find time to share a meal with the most beautiful woman in the world.
"I'll have to remember that. Can we get Sunday brunch, preferably somewhere with mimosas and drag queens this morning?"
"Then we'd have to get dressed and ugghhhh, I like the feeling of your naked body on mine."
"Hey, I'm up for morning sex and food delivery. As long as you supply the champagne," Piper teased before squealing, "Or, better yet, Prosecco."
"Well look at you being a problem-solver. Sounds like a plan. And I always have Prosecco, I also have a bottle of expensive French champagne that may have accidentally gotten hidden in my luggage after my last trip to Paris that I've been saving for a special occasion. I mean, if you're interested."
"As if there's anything about you that doesn't intrigue me," Piper responded playfully as they both broke out into girlish laughter.
"Use my phone and order whatever you want. I'm going to take a quick shower," Alex told the blonde with a quick kiss to her forehead once she regained her composure.
"Okay," Piper responded as she watched Alex's ass jiggle a bit as she walked across the room. She couldn't believe her good fortune that a woman like her wanted her desperately. She had always thought herself a little plain, too flat-chested, overly athletic, and definitely boring. She wanted to become the gutsy, gorgeous person this woman saw when she stole a glance in her direction. She wasn't sure where they would end up but she was certain that she couldn't wait to find out.