The final three chapters are rated M for Mature. That means if you are 17 or under, like Piper in this story, you need to wave goodbye and go read something else. (If anyone knows how to make only certain chapters "M" on this site, please PM me.)
Also, I'm going out of town for a few days and won't have the ability to update this story while I'm away, so you'll get the rest of the story between today and tomorrow morning. Thanks for all of the reviews so far! Please keep them coming!
Over the next six weeks, Piper and Alex texted and talked on the phone more than they had in the weeks before, but they kept their conversations above board. The brunette enjoyed learning more about her potential lover's life and was surprised to learn how wealth could adversely affect a person's life just as much as poverty. Alex, for her part, shared her life's story with the blonde, and she appreciated the way Piper listened without judgement.
Alex intentionally avoided travel near Gateway, and she also stayed away from places that her former students liked to frequent. Besides, she spent five days a week, eight hours a day, at Columbia University.
Her graduate school classes were challenging yet enjoyable. One of her professors had a lead for her at a publishing company that might either pan out as a paid internship or a permanent job in the city. Alex's dream job was to write English textbooks with a 21st century slant, and she was confident that starting at a publishing house was a great way to begin that pursuit.
Spring break came along, and Piper announced that she was going with a few friends to Miami for the week. Alex wasn't thrilled about it, but she would never have considered trying to talk the girl out of it. She'd hate herself for derailing Piper's full high school experience.
The one good thing that came out of the blonde's time in Southern Florida was a photo that she texted to Alex of her lying on the beach in a green bikini. Piper looked fucking gorgeous—her hair was bleached even blonder by the sun, and her skin was a light shade of brown.
On her last night in Miami, Piper called her potential lover. "Alex, Alex, Alex…"
"Piper, are you drunk?" The brunette smiled into the phone.
"I might have had too much to drink, yes." She hiccupped. "Strawberry daiquiris."
"Where are you?" She asked in a tone laced with concern.
"I'm in our hotel room."
"Where is everyone else?"
"At a bonfire on the beach," she slurred. "I wanted to call you when I had some privacy."
"That's nice of you, kid," the brunette replied as she flopped on her bed.
"I've been thinking about you a lot," Piper said in a soft, sultry voice. "Do you want to have phone sex with me?"
She did not expect such a request. "Do I want to? Yes. Will we? No."
"You're a party pooper," she whined. "I'm going to touch myself anyway. I could probably get off just by listening to your voice. You have a very sexy voice."
Alex had never witnessed Horny Piper, and she didn't know whether to be turned on or fearful that someone might walk in. "I really don't think you should, babe. Not right now."
"When?"
"I don't know," she nervously laughed. "Maybe when you get back from Miami."
"Too late," the blonde breathed heavily into the phone. "I'm touching myself and thinking of your hands on me. Your mouth, sucking my nipple."
The brunette ran a hand through her hair and her breath hitched in her throat. She had a tough choice to make: help Piper get off or end the call and think of Piper getting off without her assistance.
"Pinch your nipple for me," she chose. "Imagine me flicking it with my tongue."
"Mmmm," the blonde moaned.
"I'm kissing your chest, and then your stomach, and then between your legs." She found her own hand traveling down her body and into her pajama bottoms.
"I want you to lick me, Alex." Her breath came out in short waves.
"I'm licking your pussy, babe. Long, slow strokes," Alex was doing to herself with her fingers what she was telling Piper she was doing with her mouth. "Touch yourself for me."
"I am," she whispered. "I have been…Alex, I think I'm going to cum…Oh, ugh, ungh, Alex…I'm cuming…I'm cuming for you!"
The dark haired woman sped up her ministrations on her own sex and tried to keep her orgasm as quiet as possible. "I'm cuming, Piper…God, I want your mouth on me…Fuck, Piper, ooooohhhh!"
All that could be heard on both ends of the line were two women breathing heavily.
When her orgasm subsided, she checked on the younger girl. "You ok?"
"Yeah," Piper replied slowly. "I've never done that before."
"You surprised me." She wiped her fingers on a Kleenex.
"I can't wait until it really happens…when we actually have sex."
"Me, too," Alex whispered. "You sure you're ok?"
"Yeah. I think I'm just going to go to bed."
"Good idea." Alex closed her own eyes. "Good night, Piper."
With that, the phone went dead, and Alex had given Piper her first of what she hoped were many orgasms.
Although Piper had been more than a little tipsy when they had phone sex, she remembered the event well and was quite bashful on the phone with Alex the next time they spoke. Alex gave her a hard time at first and enjoyed joking with the coming-of-age woman.
They'd agreed to get together, in public, the first week of May to plan their first official date, which would take place the weekend of Piper's 18th birthday. The in public part was significant, because Alex didn't want to be tempted to have sex with the blonde if they were left completely alone. She'd held out for nine months, except for the phone sex, and swore that she'd wait one more month before making Piper completely hers.
It was a spectacular spring morning, and Alex had chosen Strawberry Hill, a breakfast-only café near Delfino Park in White Plains—it was far enough away from Gateway School where they were unlikely to run in to anyone they knew, but close enough for Piper to take a 15 minute bus ride. Alex had instructed the blonde to bring her laptop and a novel, that way if anyone approached them from school, they'd have a handy excuse as to why they were meeting.
"Hi, sleepy head," Alex greeted the younger woman with a hug.
The blonde had arrived fashionably late and looked like she'd just rolled out of bed. "Sorry, late night."
"Up drinking?"
"No," she took a big sip of water. "I have a US history presentation on Monday, and I was up until 3 a.m. with Polly, putting together the Power Point."
"What's it on?" Alex signaled for the waiter.
"The Transcontinental Railroad and how it changed commerce," she announced as she combed her hair with her fingers, and then tied it in a ponytail.
"Sounds fascinating."
The waiter approached, and the women each ordered a cup of coffee.
"I was at a Debate competition when we got to choose our topic," the blonde stated as she pulled out a novel just for show. "Polly was late for class that day, so we got the last possible choice. Let me tell you, it's a real barn burner."
"Not everything you'll write in college is about something that you want to write about." She opened a sugar packet and dumped it into her coffee.
The two made small talk about American history, college life and the gorgeous weather. By the time they finished breakfast, Piper's mood became lighter.
"Before we plan our official first date," the blonde began with a grin. "You have to ask me out."
"Oh, that's how it is?" Alex lifted one brow. She pushed her plate out of the way and reached for the girl's hand. "Piper Chapman, will you go out with me?"
She bit her lower lip. "Yes."
The dark haired woman squeezed her hand, and then released it, feeling a bit dorky for having to ask. "Now that that's settled, where do you want to go?"
"I have the perfect plan."
Piper went on to tell Alex about her family's second home in Amagansett, a small hamlet in East Hampton. It was half a mile from the beach and equal distance to the charming Main Street. No one would be using the house until Independence Day, so it was the perfect spot for them to spend the weekend.
"It makes me a little nervous," the brunette said. "What if someone shows up unexpectedly?"
"My parents will be in New Zealand, so there's no chance of that. They're leaving the day after my graduation."
"What about your brothers? Does your family rent it out in the summer?"
Piper put a hand on Alex's knee under the table. "My brothers hate that house—too many bad memories, and no, my parents don't rent it to anyone."
Alex covered the blonde's hand with hers. "Do you have bad memories, too?"
"No, not really. I just remember it being boring when I was younger, but during the day, I went to the beach and at night, I had my nose in a book, so I never really had to be around my parents."
"And that's the place you want to…" Alex paused and looked down. "…to have our first date?"
"That's the place where I want to begin our lives together," she responded in a sweet yet serious tone.
Alex smiled. "Then Amagansett it is."
Alex wondered if their talk about 'the beginning of their lives together' was too optimistic. After all, she had no idea how they'd gel as a romantic couple. She had high hopes for a future with the younger woman, but she'd also been in enough relationships to know that it didn't always work out as she'd hoped. Nevertheless, her relationship with Piper was different, and of all of the women who Alex dated, Piper seemed to be the one with whom she was most compatible.
Although Piper wanted Alex to go to her high school graduation, the two decided that it wasn't worth it. Both women would be called in different directions, and they couldn't act as if they were a couple—at least not for another four days.
Instead, Alex decided to focus on their first weekend alone together when they could legally be a couple.
She'd never had trouble throwing a few pairs of jeans or shorts into a duffle back and calling it 'packing,' but this time, it was difficult. She wanted to be as casual as she always was, but she also wanted to take Piper out for a night on the town and had no fucking clue what people wore to fancy dinners in the Hamptons.
The day before Piper's 18th birthday, the two decided to talk on the phone to make travel arrangements.
"Last chance to back out," Alex said into the receiver.
"No way in hell that's going to happen." She could hear Piper's smile.
"Alright, kid, then what's the plan?" She folded a black linen dress and shoved it into her suitcase.
"I'll take the bus to Amagansett on Friday morning to get the house in order," the blonde said. "You'll meet me after your 1 o'clock class."
"I'm borrowing my mom's car, so I should be there by 4." She put Piper's wrapped graduation gift into her suitcase. "You have the keys?"
"Picked them up last week," she replied. "I even told my parents I was staying there over the weekend for my birthday, and they thought it was a 'neat' idea."
"Well, I'm looking forward to celebrating your birthday with you, babe."
"I don't know if I'll be able to sleep tonight," Piper said with a grin.
Alex smirked. "You're going to need your rest."
"I'll see you tomorrow, Alex."
"See you tomorrow, kid." With that, she hung up and her heart beat wildly in her chest.