Title:
Coming Out of the Bedroom
Author:
CN Winters
Fandom:
Willow Tara fanfiction, Buffy fanfiction, Willow
fanfiction, Buffy slash
fanfiction
Disclaimer: The story is ours…the characters aren’t. We wanted to have a little fun with
'em, so we’re borrowing ‘em from Joss, just for a little
while.
Fedback:
spikeme4now4200@yahoo.com.au,
cnwinters71@yahoo.com,
skeeter451@mysticmuse.net
Spoilers: Everything up to the end of Season 5.
Pairing: Willow/Tara
Rating: NC-17
Synopsis: Tara decides her love life with Willow needs spicing up...smut ensues.
Author's note: Thanks to Chris Cook for the yummy graphic
Part
Two
Tara walked into the
house, returning from her day’s classes, and
couldn’t help but notice the organized mess that
Willow had all over the dining room table. A look of
confusion splayed across her face.
"I’ve been
researching," Willow told her, answering the
unasked question.
"That’s
obvious," Tara chuckled. She picked up one of the
many books from the table and read the title out loud.
"Lesbian Sex: A Beginner’s Guide? Hate to
break it to you Sweetie but you’re way past the novice
stage."
"Why thank
you," Willow grinned proudly as Tara took a seat
beside her. "But that’s not why I got it. Its got
some other resources in the bibliography. And I think
I’ve pinpointed our problem."
"In all of
this," Tara asked, waving her hand toward the mix
of books, papers and magazines, "you’ve narrowed
it down?"
"Yeah. See?"
Willow remarked as she handed over the notes she’d
been compiling. The first thing Tara noticed was the
different colored ink – blue, black, red and green.
She grinned before she read a single word. Even though
Willow could be ‘extreme’ she loved the redhead
endlessly. And she was grateful that Willow took her
request to examine their relationship, even though she
hadn’t quite expected all this.
"I made a few
notes," Willow continued. "I think I realize
what our problem is. It’s called the lesbian bed death
syndrome."
"We have a
syndrome," Tara teased. "Is it terminal? Is
there a cure?"
"Not that kind of
syndrome Silly."
"I’m just
teasing Will. What’s this all about?"
"Well, it seems
that after living together for awhile the fizzle kinda
goes out the window a-and women start to become
roommates more than lovers – hence the name - lesbian
bed death. The sex life just dies. It’s actually
something bonafide and documented. See?"
Tara read the page and
looked toward the bottom. "What’s this?" she
pointed to the complex chart consisting of various
activities in various colors and group according to date
and time.
"Well that’s
our action plan, so to speak. You mentioned not doing
things together – well outside the Scoobies realm that
is – so I made a few notes. See? Dinner, movies,
dancing, picnics and of course snuggles. I thought we
could go out tonight."
Tara grinned and
pulled Willow over her giving her a slow, burning kiss
on the lips. "I love this Willow. I do. And
watching you go to all this trouble…it shows me how
much love me and still want me. Really, it does
but…"
"Uh oh. Another
but?"
"But I refuse to
have my sex life governed by…" Tara tried to find
the right words as she waved the sheet.
"…different colored pens," she finished.
Quickly she added, "Again, it’s not that I
don’t appreciate it. Because I do. This is so
incredibly sweet and so…you. Sweet, adorable
you," she added giving her another kiss that left
Willow breathless. "But we don’t have to outline
everything. Couldn’t we just go out for the evening
and see where it leads us?"
"Well yeah. I
mean, of course. I don’t have a problem with that at
all."
"Good. You’re
not offended?"
"No not at all. I
feel a bit goofy now but…"
"Quirky,"
Tara whispered, pulling Willow’s lips back to her and
giving her another soft peck. "And I wouldn’t
have it any other way."
Tara felt a calm wash
over Willow and she knew the redhead understood and
accepted her affection. Things were moving in the right
direction she felt, as she rose to her feet. "So
what time?"
"Spike’s gonna
stay with Dawn tonight. He’ll be here around eight.
He’d come over sooner but you know…sunlight and
all…pesky summertime thing. But we can pretty much be
out as long as we want…well …before sunrise."
"Okay good.
Let’s get some of this picked up before Dawnie gets
back. She doesn’t need Lesbo Sex 101 lessons just
yet," the blonde chuckled.
"Agreed,"
Willow nodded, helping with the clean up. "Although
I think she gets enough of an education just from the
noise coming from our room."
***
At eight o’clock
Spike stood at the porch just as he said he would.
"Come on
in," Willow told him, opening the door wider.
"We appreciate this."
"Where’s Lil
Bit?" he asked looking around.
"Eating pizza in
the kitchen. There’s plenty if you want some,"
she told him. He just cocked his head at the comment.
"Sorry. Garlic. I forgot…But there’s other food
in the fridge too…I think Tara put some lamb’s blood
in there the other day…and there’s a few steaks as
well if you want to throw one on the grill. Just help
yourself. I’m gonna finish getting ready. Oh, and,
please, don’t smoke in the house…growing teen and
all, you know?"
Spike rolled his eyes.
"Enjoy the movie, Red. Saw it last night, that
raider chick is pretty hot."
Willow went back up
the stairs as Spike headed to the kitchen. As she
entered the bedroom the sight of Tara stopped her in her
tracks. The girl was wearing one of Willow’s favorite
Tara-dresses. The copper-colored skirt of her low-cut
full-length dress reached well below her ankles, but had
the most enticing slit running up her thigh – reaching
almost to her hip. She just loved that slit…
"Hubba, hubba,"
Willow sighed.
Tara simply grinned.
"Spike here?"
"Yeah I just let
him in. I was gonna finish getting ready."
"You look
beautiful right now," Tara complimented.
Willow felt herself
blush. "But not as gorgeous as you."
Tara walked over,
giving Willow’s body a long lecherous look. She moved
to her knees in front of Willow who watched as Tara’s
hands started at her calves and slowly made their way up
her legs. Willow glanced around to see that the door was
still wide open and if anyone walked past they would
see…
"Tara?"
The blonde didn’t
answer. Her hands just continued their journey northward
under the long skirt that Willow wore until she found
the waistband of Willow’s panties. The redhead was
going to issue a protest but somehow it was lost in the
feel of Tara’s fingertips, dancing across her skin.
Slowly she felt her panties being pulled from her body
and on wobbly legs she stepped out of them.
Unsure of what was
happening, Willow watched Tara move to her feet before
whispering in her ear.
"You won’t be
needing these," she said, as she lifted the panties
to her face. She made a big point of inhaling their
scent, closing her eyes and moaning. "Mmmm…Willowscent…"
Willow licked her lips
as she watched Tara’s display of sensuality. What was
Tara up to…? Oh Gods…she was making her so wet. Tara
had chosen that moment to move the panties slightly away
from her face and extend her tongue. Feeling her wetness
trickling down her legs, Willow moaned as Tara’s
tongue reached out and licked the satiny material in her
hands.
"Oh Gods
Tara," Willow sighed, her mind racing with images
of Taratongue working its magick inside her body.
"If you wanna taste me so bad…why don’t you
forget the panties and just drink from the
fountain?"
Grinning devilishly,
Tara dropped to her knees again and reached her free
hand underneath Willow’s skirt. She purposefully
pressed her hand against her girlfriend’s mound,
curling two of her fingers upwards. Before Willow knew
what was happening, Tara pressed her fingers directly
into her slit, causing the redhead to buck her hips into
her hand. However, she removed her fingers a second
later, ignoring the moan of protest from her girlfriend.
"You offered a
taste," she said in explanation, removing her
sopping wet fingers from her girlfriend’s sex. Locking
her eyes with Willow’s, Tara sensuously drew her
fingers into her mouth, closing her eyes as she took in
her flavor. "Mmmm," she said when she
eventually removed her fingers, "Willowjuice…"
Willow couldn’t
move…she was trembling with desire. The sight of her
girlfriend tasting her caused a throbbing in her clit
that just wouldn’t ease up. "Forget about the
movie," she sighed. "I want your tongue
Baby… Taratongue…"
Tara chuckled as she
lifted herself up off her knees. "Patience,"
she smiled. "The night is still young…" With
that, she once again pressed Willow’s panties against
her face, savoring their scent one last time before
reaching into her dress and tucking them inside her bra.
Giving just a slight nip to Willow’s earlobe she
added, "Meet me downstairs when you think you’re
ready."
The huskiness of the
words left Willow paralyzed and mute. Helpless to stop
Tara’s departure, she watched the blonde casually
breeze her way out of the room. Willow was convinced all
the blood her brain needed for speech shot to her core
as she felt the wetness and she had to concentrate just
to remain upright. She wasn’t quite sure what Tara had
in store for her but she knew she could barely contain
herself.
***
As they waited in line
for their tickets, Willow couldn’t take her eyes off
her girlfriend. She knew Tara had something in mind –
something sexy – and she wondered what it was.
Tara’s words the other night had really cut deep with
her. She hadn’t realized she’d been neglecting her
Baby by taking on so much…but she was glad Tara had
said something. Her girlfriend was right – they were
in danger of losing the spark – and she was determined
not to let that happen. However, going panty-less to the
movies left Willow wondering how far Tara wanted to take
this. Was her girlfriend really going to take full
advantage of her lack of underwear…and if so…how
would she do that?
Tara could feel
Willow’s curiosity and she simply loved that notion.
It was all part of her plan, her game – to keep her
girl guessing. They needed a little more spontaneity in
their life, and Tara was gonna do her best to show
Willow how much fun it could be. . Upon noticing that no
one was paying any attention to her, she reached into
her dress and deftly located her girlfriend’s panties.
Willow’s eyes
widened in shock. What was Tara doing? Why was she
lifting out her panties…pressing them to her
face…her lips…? "Tara…" Willow choked
out nervously, glancing around to see if anyone had
noticed. "What are you doing? People could
see…"
"That’s the
point," Tara grinned as they moved up in the line.
"It’s part of the excitement…and besides,"
she sensuously extended her tongue and licked the
material of the panties to prove her point, "I’m
hungry…"
Willow could literally
feel her juices trickling down her legs as she witnessed
Tara’s erotic display. She couldn’t believe how
daring Tara’s actions were and had to restrain herself
from reaching over and taking those panties right out of
her hands. Although, that would just defeat whatever
purpose Tara had in store for her…and she didn’t
wanna disappoint. However, she was thankful when Tara
gave her panties one last sniff before returning them
back to the safety of her bra.
"Just needed
another sample," Tara grinned as they continued to
move up in the line. "Couldn’t wait till we were
inside…"
"What?"
Willow raised an eyebrow at Tara’s words, her mind
buzzing with what she was suggesting. "You don’t
really plan on…"
"What do you
think?" Tara chuckled, purposefully extending her
tongue and tracing a slow sensuous line around her own
lips.
Willow was just about
to respond, but the line moved and they finally reached
the front.
"Two-,"
Willow said in a high-pitched squawk. She quickly
stopped speaking, grasping her throat with a slight
cough. Tara even managed to play havoc with her vocal
cords. "Two please," she told the ticket clerk
again, after clearing her throat.
Although the sound of
laughter never surfaced, other than a short snort,
Willow watched Tara’s shoulder rise and fall. All
Willow could do was grin and shake her head. Tara was
enjoying this little ‘power trip’ and the redhead
couldn’t argue – she liked it too.
"Let’s
go," Tara smirked as Willow collected their
tickets. "Don’t wanna miss the trailers now, do
we?"
Willow watched as Tara
walked over to the concession stand and she followed
behind.
"What can I get
you?" the counter girl asked.
Tara looked at the
list. "Large Pepsi. Snowcaps and small
popcorn."
"Butter?"
"Yes,"
Willow answered.
"No," Tara
said at the same time.
Tara leaned over to
Willow’s ear and whispered. "I’ve got plans for
that popcorn that doesn’t involve butter Will."
Oh Lordy.
Again, Willow had to clear her throat. "No
butter," she replied to the annoyed girl, who was
waiting for an answer.
"No butter. Got
it… That’’ll be $8.50."
"$8.50?"
Willow grumbled quietly to Tara. "My gods, we could
get three cases of pop and 10 bags of popcorn."
Tara chuckled,
"True but let’s splurge tonight dear. We
haven’t done this in…well…ever."
Willow realized that
they’d seen videos but they never actually went to a
show. Most features were just romantic guy/girl comedies
or horror films. And let’s face it. If you lived in
Sunnydale, and especially as a Scooby, there was little
on the big screen that could scare you. So, they had
never gone. Willow had a funny feeling however – even
if they made it to the theater tonight the
chances of watching the film were slim to none.
She smiled at the
thought.
***
Once they were inside
the theater, Tara led them to the very back corner of
the room…allowing them maximum privacy. Willow
silently followed her girlfriend’s lead – a part of
her eagerly anticipating her actions. She had a vague
idea of what Tara was planning to do, and she was slowly
warming to it. They’d done a lot of crazy things when
they’d first started going out and it was about time
they returned to their roots. Although, she could never
remember having done anything at the movies before…but
then again…most of the times they’d never made it to
the movies in the first place.
Willow chuckled at
that thought as she took a seat, eliciting a questioning
look from her girlfriend.
"Just
remembering," she explained.
"Remembering
what?"
"How we hardly
ever made it into the movies…"
Tara grinned in
response, knowing exactly what her girlfriend was
talking about. When they’d first started dating, every
time they made an actual date…they kinda got
sidetracked along the way. Well, all that was about to
change…the sidetracking was fun, but it was going to
be a lot more fun out of the bedroom…
Leaning in, Tara
pressed her lips against Willow’s earlobe, nipping her
gently. "This time we made it out…but that
doesn’t mean we won’t have as much fun," she
whispered huskily.
Willow closed her eyes
as she felt her wetness soaking through the material of
her skirt. Could Tara’s words be any sexier?
"Mmmm," she
moaned as Tara impishly extended her tongue and ran it
along the inside of her ear. It was all she could do to
remain still…not wanting to bring attention to
herself. Even though the theater wasn’t too crowded,
the lights were still on and the few people that were
there could easily see what they were doing.
"Tara…"
she sighed when she felt her girlfriend’s palm reach
for her thigh. "There’s people…"
"You want me to
stop?" she whispered huskily, moving her tongue
from Willow’s ear, down to the side of her neck. She
bit her skin gently…knowing how hot it made her
girlfriend.
"Mmmm,"
Willow gripped the edge of her seat; pushing her head
back at Tara’s nibbling. Much as she was embarrassed
about someone seeing them…she just couldn’t bring
herself to ask Tara to stop. "Oh Gods
Baby…you’re making me so wet…"
Tara chuckled and
pulled back a bit, deciding to ease up for a moment.
"Just wait till the lights go off…"
As if on cue, the
lights in the movie theater started to dim and the
curtains of the screen opened wide – revealing the
first preview.
Willow turned her head
and smiled at Tara, placing a soft kiss against her
cheek. "The lights are off…" she challenged
as she pulled away – her clit humming with
anticipation.
Tara looked at her
girlfriend through the darkness. She knew that Willow
was ready for her and if she wanted, she could have
Willow coming before the opening credits of the movie
finished. That wasn’t her goal however. This was not
only about sex…about enjoying each other’s bodies in
new and exciting places. This was also about love and
sharing and being together. In this large room full of
people, Tara wanted to fully express her love for her
beautiful redhead.
Moving slowly forward,
Tara captured Willow’s lips with her own. After a
minute, she pulled back and ran her tongue slowly around
Willow’s, tasting and moisturizing before closing in
again, this time with her lips open and her tongue
thrusting into Willow’s accepting mouth.
Willow moaned. She
could feel her breathing catch as Tara sensuously
explored her mouth, seeking out every hidden crevice as
if it were their first kiss. She moved her hand closer
to Tara, reaching for Tara’s breast, but just as it
came in contact, Tara’s hand held her and moved it
away.
"Tara?"
Willow asked, pulling away in confusion.
"Shhhh,"
Tara whispered, placing Willow’s hand back on the
armrest of the seat. "Just relax, Baby. Let
me…."
Oh gods,
Willow thought to herself. She looked around at the
dimly lit theater. There were people in the row in front
of them, but not directly…more off to the side. The
corner they were in was dark, but it wasn’t totally
private. Anyone who looked their way would instantly be
able to tell what they were up to. As Tara’s hot mouth
moved in to nibble her neck, Willow found that she
really didn’t care.
Tara’s hand began to
move slowly over Willow’s body…over her arms, her
stomach, across her breasts, briefly squeezing each one
as it traveled across and until finally it completed its
journey at Willow’s neck as it pulled her in for
another long kiss. Willow’s body ached for the
attention, every inch of her skin longing for Tara’s
touch.
"This is where I
start to have fun," the larger-than-life figure on
the screen declared and Willow shivered in anticipation.
She could certainly relate.
"Oh Tara,
please," she whispered. "I need
you…please."
Tara moved her hand
down Willow’s thigh – pleased with the cooperation.
She knew deep down she wouldn’t have too much to worry
about…not when Willow was this turned on by her touch.
As the movie played on
screen, Tara worked the material of Willow’s skirt up
her thigh…lifting it slowly…sensuously…enjoying
the naughtiness. It might be dark in the movie
theater…but they were still in public…people could
see them…and that thought alone was titillating.
Willow was trembling
now as the cold air hit her thighs…knowing she was
naked underneath her skirt. However, all thoughts left
her mind completely when she felt the tip of Tara’s
fingers brushing up against her mound. "Mmmm,"
she moaned, closing her eyes.
"You like that
baby?" Tara whispered, leaning over to place a soft
kiss against her lips.
"Mmmm," was
all Willow could say as Tara pulled away and started
moving her fingers through her well-trimmed hair.
"I can feel how
wet you are," Tara whispered, scooping up a large
helping of Willowjuice, before reaching into the popcorn
tub. "And you taste so…mmmm," she moaned as
she began to eat, making sure that Willow was able to
see as she sucked each digit into her mouth.
"Would you like
some Baby?" Tara asked. "I’ll share."
"Mm hm,"
Willow moaned with a nod.
She watched as
Tara’s hands snaked through that high slit in her
skirt for a few moments. When the hand resurfaced Willow
watched Tara roll a couple of kernels in her fingertips
before offering them up to her lips.
Willow accepted them
without hesitation and could taste Tara’s essence
covering them.
"Told you –
better than butter," Tara smirked, her breathy
whisper tickling Willow’s ear.
Willow could feel the
throbbing in her clit intensifying as she feasted on
Tara’s juices. She could also feel her cheeks burning
with embarrassment…knowing she was sitting in a public
movie theater – her legs spread wide, and her pussy
exposed for all to see.. As she continued to watch her
girlfriend’s sensuous actions, Willow found her
arousal reaching an unmitigated peak. Her clit throbbed,
her nipples were rock hard and her heart was racing…
Opening her eyes, Tara
sensed her girlfriend’s need – knowing exactly what
she wanted. "You want me Baby?" She whispered,
pressing a soft kiss to her lips as she returned her
hand back to her thigh. "You wanna feel my fingers
inside you?" she said against her lips as her
fingers made their way back underneath her skirt.
Willow closed her eyes
in response – words escaping her. She knew she should
tell Tara to stop…but as her fingers teased her…slid
up her skirt…touched her thigh…her skin…She just
couldn’t think straight anymore. When Tara’s fingers
finally came back in contact with her wetness…Willow
had to bite her lip to keep from screaming out loud.
Tara noticed this and
chuckled in response, purposefully pressing her
fingertips hard against her clit. She wanted to see how
far she could take this…how close she could bring
Willow to her peak…but she also wanted to see if
she’d lose control enough to scream her name.
"Don’t hold it
back Baby," she whispered – using her thumb and
fingers to gently squeeze her clit. "Let it
out…"
"Mmmm,"
Willow groaned, arching her hips up slightly.
"People…" she managed to gasp out as Tara
continued to tease her clit, "they’ll
hear…"
"Do you really
care about that…?" Tara asked as she increased
her pressure – a smile reaching her lips as Willow
began to thrust her hips rhythmically.
"Oh Tara,"
Willow choked out, feeling the pressure building.
"I…" she trailed off when Tara surprised her
by suddenly inserting a finger inside her wetness…
"Mmnnngh!!!" She bucked her hips in response
to the fullness…all thoughts finally disappearing. She
couldn’t think anymore…she could only feel.
The pressure was
building…her clit humming, and the need for more
fullness overwhelmed her. Sensing this, Tara placed a
second finger inside and used the tip of her thumb to
rub against Willow’s clit. She watched enthralled as
her girlfriend writhed next to her…feeling her own
wetness building in response. Willow was so close…she
could feel it…could sense it, and she began to thrust
harder, and harder and harder…
When Willow finally
came, Tara leaned over and covered her lover’s lips
with her own…absorbing her scream. Much as she wanted
to hear her name on Willow’s lips…she didn’t think
her girl would appreciate an audience of heads turning
in her direction.
When Willow had
finally stopped convulsing, Tara removed her fingers
gently and placed them immediately into her mouth.
God’s she loved Willowjuice…
Too busy enjoying her
lover’s taste, she was taken by surprise when she felt
a sudden rush of cold air against her thigh. She
immediately turned her head and smiled at the devilish
look in Willow’s eye. What was Willow up to…?
Willow simply smiled
at Tara as she continued to lift up her skirt – the
action made easier by the slit along the side. When her
fingers finally met Tara’s panties, she leaned over
and pressed her lips against hers while grasping the
material.
Tara bucked her hips
upwards as Willow’s knuckles brushed against her
mound. It didn’t take Willow long to remove the
soaking wet material. She pulled away from the kiss then
and copied her girlfriend’s earlier actions –
lifting the panties to her face…inhaling their
scent…extending her tongue to taste her essence…
Tara gulped in
anticipation as she watched Willow…her clit throbbing
mercilessly. She couldn’t wait for Willow to stop
paying attention to her panties, and return her fingers
back to her.
However, Willow was in
no rush. In fact, she felt like returning the earlier
favor…the one where she’d left her totally wet and
aching for her. Placing the panties into her own bra,
Willow leaned forward and pressed her lips against
Tara’s ear.
"You want me,
don’t you…?" Willow whispered, not waiting for
her to respond. "I want you too, Tara. Your panties
are nice, but I want to taste you right from the
source." Willow returned her hand to Tara’s
mound, sliding it sensuously over the soft hair. Tara
moaned softly and shifted in the seat, giving Willow
more access.
"Can I,
Tara?" Willow whispered into Tara’s ear, her hot
breath brushing across it making Tara shiver with
anticipation. "Can I taste you? Can I use my tongue
to lick up every sweet drop of you? I can feel how wet
you are for me, Tara."
Willow pressed her
hand forward, moving beyond the hair, easily sliding
into the wetness within. "Can I, Tara?"
"Oh gods,
Will!" Tara begged quietly. "Please!!"
"Anything for
you, baby," Willow said, licking her way up
Tara’s neck before breaking off and sliding off her
seat to kneel in front of Tara. She ducked her head
under Tara’s skirt as Tara’s legs rose up and braced
themselves against the back of the chair in front of
her. For a brief moment the blonde looked around the
darkened room, wondering if anyone had seen Willow’s
‘departure.’ But when she felt Willow’s breath
against her sex all concerns subsided and desire took
over.
Willow couldn’t see
Tara in the darkness, but she could smell her. Willow
loved this part…well, she loved all the parts, but it
was this moment that she especially relished. Tara was
completely open to her, ready and eager for Willow’s
touch, for her mouth and fingers and Willow was ready to
take her.
She ran her tongue up
Tara’s left thigh, licking a path towards Tara’s
mound. The blonde twitched as Willow got closer and then
let out a small whimper as Willow broke off and repeated
the move on her right thigh. She felt Tara’s hands on
her head, urging her forward and Willow was happy to
comply.
She placed a gentle
kiss on Tara, moving her lips tenderly and slowly over
Tara’s triangle of hair. Willow felt her temperature
rise at the soft sound of Tara’s moan. Willow
leisurely opened Tara’s lips with the tip of her
tongue and was delighted to find Tara swollen and wet
and smooth and salty and sweet. She licked with the flat
of her tongue to get as much of Tara as possible. Again.
And again.
Willow slipped two
fingers a tiny way into Tara’s opening and felt
Tara’s muscles squeezing around them, urging them
farther inside. Willow’s tongue stroked Tara’s hard
clit as her fingers stroked Tara’s opening, matching
the rhythm stroke for stroke. With a quick thrust,
Willow slipped her fingers all the way inside causing a
sharp gasp of pleasure to escape past Tara’s lips.
Willow pulled out most of the way out and then in again
and then alternating with short strokes.
Willow continued to
tease Tara’s pussy, licking and stroking and licking
again until Tara was writhing in her seat, her feet
pressed hard against the back of the chair in front her
until it creaked in protest from the pressure. And again
Willow teased her, curling her fingers until they
stroked against Tara’s pleasure spot again. And again.
And again.
Tara’s moans
quickened and deepened and Willow felt Tara’s thighs
tense as her clit vibrated under Willow’s rapidly
stoking tongue. As the vibrations quickened, Willow
closed her lips over throbbing knob and sucked it in,
pulling Tara’s orgasm out and bringing it deep within
herself.
Willow felt Tara’s
wetness increase as Tara gave herself over to Willow.
She drank in her girlfriend, pulling out every last
drop, feasting on the ambrosia that was Tara.
Willow moved quietly
back into her seat and put her arm around her spent
girlfriend. Tara’s legs dropped to the floor and
Willow helped straighten out Tara’s clothing, placing
a gentle tap on Tara’s knee when she was all settled.
"Mmmm,
baby," Tara murmured, snuggling into Willow’s
arm.
"Yeah,"
Willow chuckled.
"Great
movie," Tara said.
"Oh yeah,"
Willow agreed. "Any idea what it’s about?"
"Nope," Tara
giggled. "Not a clue."
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