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TITLE: College Confidential
AUTHOR: Laragh
CHAPTER RATING: NC-17
DISCLAIMER: Willow, Tara and any other characters from the Buffy the Vampire Slayer franchise belong to Joss Whedon, FOX, ME and a whole host of other entities, none of which are me.
SUMMARY: The first part of the prequel to
Hacker Confidential and
Family Confidential - the college years!
SPOILERS: Perhaps minor references to the show or stealage of dialogue, but nothing that would spoil the series.
FEEDBACK: Yes please
Chapter 52 ********
Previously:Willow followed behind Tara like an eager puppy, though one with its eyes fixed on a certain set of curves. They got in the door and Tara went to the far side of the room to sit on the large chair and remove her tight shoes while Willow went to the bathroom.
Tara let out a soft sigh of satisfaction when she released her feet and bent one leg up into her lap.
She was just starting to rub her sole, when Willow appeared again, wrapped in the hotel’s robe.
“I have a surprise for you…”
Tara let her foot fall to the ground and quirked an eyebrow.
“A surprise?”
Willow nodded, suddenly looking nervous.
“Yes,” she said, playing with the tie on the robe, “You said I couldn’t get you a present…so I didn’t.”
She took a shy step forward.
“…but you didn’t say I couldn’t get me a present.”
Tara smiled, amused.
“You got you a present for my birthday?”
“Yes,” Willow replied, working to keep her voice steady, “Well technically, it is something for me, so is therefore a present for me and not you and falls within the terms of our agreement.”
Tara’s curiosity was suitably peaked.
“Okay...what did you get for you?”
Willow swayed for a few moments side-to-side, hesitant.
“Willow...” Tara said, lips grinning now, “What did you do?”
Willow had her hand on the tie still and after a quick breath of courage, threw the robe off herself, revealing a see-through silk, black baby-doll finished with red lace underneath.
Tara's head dropped to take the sight in, eyes widening and blinking slowly. It was only seconds but it felt like agonising minutes to Willow, who was sucking herself in for best possible view. She took Tara's non-verbal response to be the opposite of what it was and let the air out.
“This was a stupid idea, I should never have listened to that stupid sales assist–”
She bent down to pick up the robe, exposing her cleavage even more to Tara, who scooted forward on the chair and took hold of Willow by the waist.
Willow let the robe drop again where her hand had just plucked it up. She watched how Tara's pupils grew dilated as hands moved down her thighs and back up to to the waistband of the matching red lace panties underneath.
Her own breathing sped up from the look on her girlfriend's face.
“...do you like it?”
Tara brought one hand to Willow's abdomen and ran her fingers over the lace there. She slid her hand up the soft silk to Willow's cleavage and let a finger drop into the plunge before falling away again. Her eyes followed where her hands moved and eventually landed on her girlfriend's face.
Willow almost had to squeeze her legs in response to the smouldering look she received but just about managed to stay steady.
“Is that a yes?”
Tara hooked a finger in either side of the waistband of Willow's panties and pulled her girlfriend into her lap. She brushed some hair away from Willow's neck and kisses her there.
“Oh yes.”
Willow was already flushed, but had another blood rush when Tara took her cheeks in her hands and kissed her deeply. She leaned over so Tara was pushed right back into the chair and opened her mouth welcomingly when Tara's tongue touched her teeth.
Tara's hands brushed over Willow's outfit and onto her skin, appreciating the different softness in texture. She circled Willow's bellybutton and let her hand fall to her girlfriend's thigh where she lightly scraped her nails. Willow moaned into Tara's mouth and pushed herself right up against her girlfriend.
She loved the feel of the silk against her own skin and was very happy she'd stepped out of her comfort zone to buy the lingerie. She felt sexy and alluring and was more than a little excited at how Tara was reacting; body tingling at her girlfriend's touch. Her thighs were moist with arousal and her nipples were hard, straining against the fabric of the tight bra she was wearing to enhance her.
Tara loved the feel of Willow’s breasts through the layers and was taking great pleasure with having one hand squeezing there while the other had slipped behind to caress her girlfriend's cheeks through her panties. Though heated, she broke the kiss with a pull of Willow's bottom lip through her teeth, then moved her lips down to Willow's chest and atop the tops of her breasts.
She moved her hands under the garment and caressed Willow's belly again, then slid one down under her girlfriend's panties to stroke her lips.
Willow adjusted for a moment and rolled her hips into her girlfriend's hand. Her head tilted back when nimble fingers began to work her clit with that delicate but firm touch she loved so much.
“Oh Tara…baby…”
Tara kissed along Willow's collarbone and up into her neck, scraping her teeth along her girlfriend's sensitive skin in the process. She felt Willow growing wetter under her fingers and slipped her hand down to tease more from her girlfriend's opening.
Willow had to adjust again, legs spread wider around Tara's waist now, causing the seam of her panties to press hotly against her lips as the material stretched. Tara’s hand was locked into her but had enough movement to let her fingers slide deep into Willow’s passage.
“Ughhhh,” Willow called out softly, eyes shut tight, “Oh baby, baby…”
She gave herself over to Tara’s touch, leaning over to moan in her girlfriend’s ear.
Tara felt each of Willow’s moans as a shock of desire between her legs. She hastily pulled her dress up around her hips so Willow’s thighs were brushing against her skin. She palmed one of Willow’s breasts while her mouth paid attention to the other, a quick yank letting her tongue slip down under the fabric to tease her nipple.
Willow's hands were tangled in Tara’s hair, holding her in place and caressing the soft strands in the process. She felt wild and out of control and was loving every second of it.
“Ohhh…ahhhh…mmmm…”
Tara felt Willow start to spasm around her and curled her fingers for the final tidal wave. She watched, enthralled, as she made her girlfriend come, stroking her lips to prolong her pleasure. Willow grunted and grinded through it, the lingerie sticking to her with sweat by the time she was able to catch her breath.
Tara held Willow to her by the buttocks and twisted her other hand free so she could bring her fingers up to her mouth. She locked eyes with Willow as she sucked them clean, then pressed a soft kiss to her girlfriend's lips.
“I can’t get enough of you.”
Willow eyes flickered closed as Tara repeated the chaste kisses, though each growing a little longer. After a minute their tongues were playing again and Willow was feeling herself grow damp all over again with new bursts of arousal.
She felt a second hand cup her beneath, then she was lifted as Tara walked them over to the bed. She wrapped her legs tight to keep up and only loosened them once Tara had eased her onto the bed. They were dangling over the side and she was about to swing them up, but Tara was already on her knees and yanking her panties off.
Willow’s voice finally came back to her.
“Hey…wait…not fair…you…your birthday…not mine…selfish…”
She rambled on with one-word responses for a few moments until Tara came back up and quietened her with a quick kiss.
“Shut up.”
Willow felt her belly flip-flop at Tara’s tone and the lascivious grin that followed. She began to pant as her panties were tugged the final bit down past her knees and off.
She watched Tara toss the panties over her shoulder and get down on her knees again. She breathed in, in anticipation as legs went over her shoulders and watched her girlfriend's head move from her knees up between her legs, then popping under the skirt of the lingerie.
Willow’s eyes were blinking and focused on the ceiling, the white a nice background to the bursts of light already firing with each quick close of her lids. Her chest was starting to heave as Tara licked her wet thighs and worked her way inwards.
Tara's head had a slight bob to it as her tongue explored where her hand had been before. She could hear Willow's audible response to her touch when her ears would pop up from her girlfriend's thighs. The fabric draped over her head turned her on and made her bury in deeper. Her hands held Willow open by her outer thighs, fingertips digging into her skin leaving soft indents.
Willow was taking in short, sharp breaths, on the verge of coming again already. She thought about hanging on but her body won the argument quick and her hands clawed into the sheets, pulling it right up from the mattress.
Tara’s name bubbled past her lips through each moan, growing louder with each utterance; her girlfriend's warm tongue making her belly burn with pleasure.
She writhed on the bed as that final swell broke and rushed through her.
Tara was drinking from Willow; deeply and slowly, changing from the fast strokes that had brought her girlfriend to orgasm. Her tongue languidly licked up and down until Willow's legs went limp on her shoulders. She nuzzled Willow's thigh and wiped her mouth in the process, then sat back on her heels to give her knees a break.
She stretched out as she stood, smiling happily, then leaned over again to press her lips to Willow's.
It took Willow a few seconds to realise she was being kissed, and a few more again to respond, but eventually got her hands on Tara’s cheeks, pulling her in close.
Tara swung Willow's legs up and climbed on top of her, all without breaking the kiss. Their legs locked into each other, thighs pressing between each. Willow had her hands under Tara's dress, caressing her back as their kiss slowed until their lips were just brushing off each other.
Tara bumped their noses together and kissed Willow's eyelids.
“I’m sorry I told you to shut up.”
“I’m not,” Willow replied through a breath, brow still damp, “You should tell me more often. Every day even. Twice a day.”
Tara smiled and kissed all over Willow's face. Willow exhaled a slow breath, then lazily held up the corner of the baby-doll and let it fall down again.
“So you like it, huh?”
Tara couldn't help a laugh as she hid her face in Willow's neck.
“Very much.”
Her lips followed the line of the fabric around Willow’s chest.
“But it has to come off now.”
She sat back so as to straddle Willow, then pulled her up too by the lace between her cleavage. Her fingers ran over the silk to the hem and she lifted it off. She let it fall and dropped her head into Willow's cleavage. She nipped and sucked as she reached behind to snap the bra off and had it join the rest of Willow's clothing on the floor.
She pulled away to take the great pleasure of looking at Willow's nude body, but her girlfriend wasn't as happy about it.
“Now my mega-boobs are just...boobs.”
Tara leaned down again and kissed both of Willow's nipples.
“Nothing about you is just...anything.”
Willow blushed and swallowed a lump in her throat. She watched Tara look at her in a way similar to when she'd first revealed her outfit; a slow savouring like it was the first time all over again.
Willow’s first instinct was to hide herself when Tara looked at her so intently, but the love and adoration shining in those eyes made her stay put. Having so much passion directed at her made her knees weak, but she knew Tara would be there to catch her.
That was the feeling she’d be eternally grateful to her girlfriend for showing her, the safeness of vulnerability.
She lay back as Tara leaned over her again, and closed her eyes as lips caressed her belly.
“Hey now… I can’t take any more yet…it’s your turn…mmm, that’s nice…”
Tara pressed her lips up Willow’s chest and into her neck. She kissed up to her girlfriend’s ear and gently nibbled the lobe.
“I'm not gonna stop 'til you get over these ideas of 'turns' and 'owing',” she said, breathing a warm breath into her girlfriend's ear, “Back in a sec, okay?”
Willow squirmed first, then nodded, but held Tara’s hand until they absolutely had to break away for her to go into the bathroom. She sat up and checked her appearance in the mirror opposite, but quickly looked away again, embarrassed at her red chest and mussed hair.
She shook out her hair and took some calming breaths to lessen her flush, but couldn’t attend to anything else as she heard the toilet flush and Tara was with her again in seconds. Tara was about to lie down again, but Willow jumped up first.
She embraced Tara from behind and kissed her ear.
“Do you know how much I love you?”
Tara dropped her head and smiled.
“Yes...I do.”
She gathered Tara's hair and put it over one shoulder.
“Trick question. It's not measurable by any means a mere human could understand.”
She dragged the zipper down on Tara's dress and kissed her shoulder-blade as she pushed it to the floor.
Her hand brushed down Tara's spine and her lips followed, catching the hooks of her girlfriend's bra on the way. She stood back up right before getting fully on her knees and caught Tara's panties, shimmying them off. She turned Tara in her arms and pulled their bodies flush by grabbing her girlfriend's butt; kissing her at the same time.
Tara started to move them back towards the bed but Willow stopped them just short of falling in.
“Wait, I brought something.”
Tara's brow creased in confusion and she tried to look over Willow to see what she was going to pull out. She didn't have time to worry too much though, as her eyes were drawn to Willow’s butt, bouncing around. Her knees hit off each other as she discreetly squeezed her thighs together.
She watched her girlfriend move, growing damp between her legs, until Willow spun back around, holding something in her hands. Tara smiled; both pleased and relieved something terrifying hadn't come out.
“Your candle.”
Willow skidded back over and gently pushed Tara back onto the bed.
“Wanna try it out?”
Tara nodded, so Willow put the candle on the nightstand and lit it with one of the matches from the small box she’d brought with her and had in her other hand. She adjusted it so the glow hit Tara just the way she liked, then climbed back on top of her.
“This is my favourite spot in the whole world.”
Tara moved her hands down Willow’s spine and pressed their bodies together.
“I’m kind of fond of it myself.”
Willow leaned her forehead down against Tara’s, then inhaled deeply.
“I can smell the candle already…so good. Maybe that’s just you.”
She nuzzled Tara’s nose and whispered some loving things in her ear, then let her mouth work just under that spot and work on marking the occasion.
Tara relaxed into the pillows and let herself enjoy the attention. She searched for Willow's hand and laced their fingers together, which she brought up and left on her breast.
Willow took the not-so-subtle hint and rubbed her thumb over Tara’s pebbling skin until her nipple was hard enough to pinch.
She kissed down Tara’s collarbone and chest when she’d had her fill of neck. Her lips pressed feather-light caresses against Tara’s nipples, then her tongue came out to tease.
Tara could feel all the build-up she hadn’t released earlier come back as a hand slipped between her legs and rubbed her clit. She gasped and moaned with every tongue-touch and nibble of her breasts.
Willow could feel Tara’s arousal soaking her fingers and couldn’t resist bringing them up to taste. She coated one of Tara’s nipples and sucked it clean, then hurried down, eager to drink from the fount.
Tara completely relaxed into the mattress as Willow’s tongue bathed her with attention. The heat in her belly was building and building until she was almost at breaking point.
Until Willow lifted her head and ran her hands along Tara’s thighs. Tara exhaled a breath and wondered if Willow had misunderstood again. It didn't matter on the whole but she had been quite turned on and would have appreciated the release, though decided in a second to stop worrying and just enjoy the caresses for what they were.
She moaned out Willow's name, loving the tickle of Willow's tongue and the knot it left in her belly. Willow put a hand on Tara's stomach and sat back on her heels. Tara started to sit up, but Willow put a palm square on her chest and pushed her back.
“Lay down.”
Tara complied but did shift her knee so Willow spread her legs a bit.
“I was going to do lots of naughty things to you, I'll have you know.”
Willow picked up the outer metal container of the candle, which now had a pool of wax around the wick.
“Well you're gonna have to wait, 'cause I got dibs.”
Tara knew Willow was about to drip it on her and nodded her consent.
“Sure?” Willow checked and Tara nodded again, eyes dark and excited.
Willow slowly tipped the candle until a drop fell on Tara's stomach. It was warm at best but Tara still gasped, feeling it spread out in a heated tingle. Willow grinned and did a drop on each of Tara's nipples, then reached down to rub in the lotion it was supposed to turn into.
Tara arched her back, loving the sensation. She moaned loudly and whispered a 'yes' when Willow's thigh connected between her legs and offered some friction.
Willow felt the insistent rubbing and tipped some lotion-wax onto Tara's thighs. She rubbed it in there too, then slipped inside Tara in one easy movement.
Tara bit down so hard on her own lip she almost drew blood and lifted her hips.
“Fuck...fuck me.”
Willow didn't move for a moment, slightly shocked. Tara wasn't large with the swearing to begin with, even in their forays into dirty talk, but Willow had always sensed Tara was holding back out of embarrassment and had never pushed.
She remembered what she was doing when one of Tara's groans registered. She pressed her body down against Tara's and put their foreheads together.
“Fuck you?”
Tara's glassy eyes blinked as if she'd just realised what she'd said. She was silent for a moment, then nodded, eyes huge and never leaving Willow's.
“Yeah...fuck me.”
Willow pushed in deeper and felt Tara's knees lock at her hips. She adjusted so all her upper body weight wasn't slowing her down and started to move in and out, curling her fingers and twisting her hand in different ways.
The headboard was banging behind them and Tara had her hands in Willow's back; taking handfuls of skin as she deliriously pumped her hips back. Willow's thumb was rubbing her clit, but it all just felt like one big nucleus of pleasure for Tara. She wanted more, of everything, and quickly rolled Willow onto her back and then sat up to straddle her, all with barely a thrust missed.
Willow was as into it as Tara was and kept up with the mad pace her girlfriend set now she was in control. They shared groans, though Tara's were louder, until Willow felt her tangibly quake and take every bit of her fingers inside.
Tara almost collapsed just from the physicality of it all and actually felt her head swim with sensation of ecstasy. She stayed sitting on Willow for as long as she could until her own weight became too much and she rolled sluggishly to lie beside her girlfriend on her stomach.
Willow was drawing in ragged breath too and lifted in fingers to look at them, a little surprised they hadn't been vaporised into nothing. She let it fall again and affectionately tapped Tara's shoulder on the way.
“Hey...I liked you saying that.”
Tara thought she might still be coming, the intensity of the afters so powerful.
“Yeah...it showed.”
Willow turned her head and their eyes slowly met, at which point they both burst into giggles; a euphoric bubble of just each other trapping them.
Willow made the effort to turn herself on her side and kissed Tara sweetly.
“Don't ever be embarrassed, okay?”
“Okay,” Tara agreed with a shy but happy smile, “I wasn't...I mean, I'm not. I mean, that was...amazing.”
Willow couldn't resist a quick suck on Tara's nipples.
“It's not like we haven't gotten crazy intense before...but I dunno, you saying that really got me going!”
She kissed up to Tara's throat and rested her head just under her girlfriend's shoulder.
“Love you.”
“I love you,” Tara replied softly, bringing a hand up to curl the end of Willow's hair in her fingers. They laid there in their bubble, sharing kisses, softly spoken words and mostly comfortable silence.
After a while, Tara started to move away and Willow groaned in protest, trying to grab her back.
“You just peed before!”
“Sorry officer, I didn't realise you were with the Unauthorised Urination Unit,” Tara replied with a lopsided smile, playfully tossing one of the decorative pillows at Willow, “You're supposed to pee before and after sex, I'll just be a minute.”
“I don't and I don't have any problems!” Willow called back, then took the pillow and held it to her chest.
Tara returned after a couple of minutes, wearing a robe and carrying something.
“I brought my Christmas present too…had it in my toiletries bag,” she said, sitting back where she had been lying, “Want me to do your nails?”
Willow looked at the kit and smiled.
“You want to do my nails?”
“If you do,” Tara replied, moving her hand to squeeze Willow’s shoulder, “I thought it could be nice...you know.”
Willow smiled, then leaned over and bumped their noses before kissing her girlfriend softly.
“I’d love it.”
Tara reached over and picked Willow's robe from the floor.
“Thanks,” Willow said as she wrapped it around herself, “Snuggly.”
Tara put her kit on the bed, then looked around and finally picked up the ice bucket. She returned with it half-filled with warm water.
“Have to improvise a little.”
Willow just smiled, eager for the experience.
“Never done this before!”
Tara sat opposite Willow and emptied the kit beside her. She looked up through her eyelashes with a crooked smile.
“Well your hands have been busy…”
Willow blushed and offered Tara her hands. Tara picked up a small bottle and squirted a small amount of a pink, grainy substance onto the top of her fingers.
“This is an exfoliator,” she explained as she rubbed it into her girlfriend’s hands and palm.
“It kinda feels like sand,” Willow commented, leaving her wrists limp so Tara could manoeuvre her as she wanted, “Gritty sand.”
Tara rinsed Willow’s hand and moved onto the other.
“Tell me if you’re not comfortable with anything.”
“Oh no, it’s nice,” Willow assured with a smile, “Anything where you’re touching me is good.”
“I have to agree,” Tara replied, happily massaging Willow’s hand.
She started to hum as she used an emery board on her girlfriend’s nails and had her pick a colour to paint them. Willow picked a vibrant green and was admiring them as Tara started to attend to her own.
Willow set her hands carefully on her thighs so as not to smudge them and watched Tara expertly file down her nails.
“Huh.”
Tara finished filing and looked up as she got a light purple nail polish out to apply.
“You okay?”
“Yeah, uh huh,” Willow replied with a nod, “Just had this weird memory of when we first started dating and we’d hold hands and I’d feel your nails tickle me sometimes.”
“Oh, I used to keep them long,” Tara clarified, resting her hand on the bed so she could paint her nails.
“How come you stopped?” Willow asked.
Tara smiled bashfully.
“I didn’t want to hurt you.”
Willow’s brow creased.
Hurt me? How would she hu–“Oh my god, Tara! I never even thought about that!” she spluttered as she realised, “Sometimes I don’t even bother cutting them, oh my god, have I hurt you, is this why you wanted to do my nails!?”
Tara put the brush back into the container and carefully laid her hand cross-ways on Willow’s so their nails didn’t touch each other.
“Honey, no. I just thought it would be a nice thing to share,” she said, squeezing gently, “You’ve never hurt me.”
Willow knew Tara wouldn’t lie to her, but felt horrible for never even thinking of Tara’s comfort like that.
“I’ll start paying attention.”
“I can do them for you again, if you like,” Tara offered.
Willow finally smiled again and nodded.
“Yeah. I would.”
Tara smiled too.
“Good.”
A quiet but heated look passed between them. Willow felt a warm pulse in her belly.
“So, uh…how long are these going to take to dry?”
“Just a few minutes,” Tara replied, gently blowing over her hands to encourage them along.
Willow stretched her foot out and played with Tara’s toes.
“Wanna play a game while we wait?”
“What kind of game?” Tara asked curiously.
“Well…” Willow started, grinning slightly, “It’s a game I just made up called ‘how horny can we make each other without using our hands’.”
Tara blushed, but admired Willow’s stamina.
“I wish I had a birthday every week.”
Her eyes went to the discarded lingerie on the floor. Willow followed her eyeline and shifted uncomfortably.
“Be honest. Did I look ridiculous? I can’t exactly pull off ‘sexy’.”
Tara squeezed Willow’s hand again.
“Why do you think that?”
Willow shrugged one shoulder.
“Sometimes you look at me…and I feel sexy. So I want to live up to it, for you. Be as sexy as you make me feel.”
Tara shuffled up closer to Willow.
“You know what I think is the sexiest thing about you?”
“What?” Willow asked, eager to learn something she could play on.
Tara brought their faces as close together as possible, but didn’t quite let their lips meet.
“You,” she whispered, then brushed their lips together.
Willow felt all of Tara’s love in that soft kiss.
“I love you, Tara,” she whispered back tenderly.
Tara kissed Willow again, then rested their foreheads together.
“I love you, Willow. And what you said earlier...I want to spend every birthday I have with you too.”
by wimpy0729 » Thu Oct 24, 2013 12:07 pm 
It is good to see that you are well enough to write again and very relieved that it isn't the big C. Just know that you are in my thoughts constantly.
If deep fried desserts are prefered for Hannukah how come Willow has stayed so trim over the years. She has a stomach you could literally eat your dinner off 
Oh, so sweet!
