Story: Torturing Touch
Author: Auburn
E-mail address: GemmaQT@hotmail.comRating: it's NC-17
**********************
UPDATE**********************
Willow was helping Tara collect eggs from the chickens pen in a barn past the horses stables. She had almost died when Mrs Maclay asked them to clean out the stables with the horses still in there, but Tara had discreetly informed her mom that wouldn’t be such a good idea and said she would do it herself later, although Willow wasn’t happy with that plan either and they had been debating it for the past half an hour, resulting in some eggs being wasted.
“I can’t believe you threw that at me!” Willow raged in disbelief, picking stray egg shells off her shirt.
Tara laughed wholeheartedly at the full blown Willow-pout, then stopped abruptly when something collided with the side of her head. “Oh My Goddess!! You did not!” she looked at her girlfriend to see the pout had gone and had been replaced by an devilish smirk.
“I would throw another one at you, but if I went back to the house empty handed and covered in eggs I think my mom would notice.”
“So does this mean I won?” the redhead beamed at her victory.
“For now, but I will get you back.” she assured, walking over to her girlfriend and capturing her lips, the blonde was about to deepen the kiss until she heard footsteps on the gravel outside and pulled away.
“Tara?...” Willow asked, she had been expecting tongue instead of air, but her question was answered when Donny popped his head into the chicken’s pen.
“Tara, Dad wants you to clean the stables while he and mom are out, I’m going to a friends house for a while.” he informed. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t.” he said with a sarcastic tone then removed his head from the pen and walked off back down the gravel path.
Willow rolled her eyes and sighed, she resented the way the young Maclay man treated his sister. “Tara... I....is... he ok?... I mean he seems a little ... well.....strange around you.” She said, hoping she wouldn’t offend her girlfriend.
The blonde exhaled and shook her head. “He’s always been like that towards me.... It’s just the way he is, he doesn’t mean anything by it.”
“He makes me uncomfortable.” The redhead admitted. “And I don’t like the way he speaks to you, why don’t you stand up to him?.... you deserve better, Tara.”
“Willow, please... it’s really not that bad, Donny is the way my farther is and nothing will change.... can we not talk about this?”
“But Tara, I’ve seen the way you act around your farther and Donny and it’s wrong. They make you feel inferior and I don’t like that....”
“Willow. This really isn’t your concern and it isn’t a big deal, can we drop the subject my farther will be gone tomorrow night then we can enjoy our time here, I want us to enjoy ourselves and for you to get to know my mom before we go back to school.” the blonde pleaded, she didn’t want her brother and farther to ruin things for them.
“Fine, but if Donny talks to you like that in front of me again I’m not making any promises.” The redhead prayed in her mind that Donny would mistreat Tara so she could give him a piece of her mind.
The blonde nodded, she knew what was running through her girlfriend’s mind and she admired her for it. It made her feel special that Willow would defend her, stand up for her. It made her feel loved, but it also scared her because Donny would not take it lying down.
“Ok,” she sighed “come and help me clean out the stables. I’ll put the horses in the field for a while.”
Willow nodded her assent, but didn’t move from the chickens pen when Tara left.
The blonde started talking to her girlfriend until she realised there wasn’t anyone there.
“All we have to do is.... Willow?” she frowned, then understood why the redhead had stayed behind. Walking back into the chickens pen she grasped the nervous girl’s hand and stroked it lovingly.
“I’ll put the horses in the field whilst you change into some old clothes of mine... is that ok?” she checked.
The smaller girl nodded her confirmation , glad she didn’t have to go near the arm-biting animals.
Willow ran up to Tara’s room and went straight to the blonde’s closet that was fitted to the wall along with the drawers, shelves and cabinets made out of natural pine wood that made the room look brighter. She dug into the closet and found a pair of old blue shorts and a white T-shirt with a rainbow on it. quickly she undressed and changed into the clothes she had found which to her surprise fitted her thin frame nicely, if not a little tight.
Looking out of the window, the view meant the redhead could see what was to the back of the house, the french doors lead on to a neatly cared for patio with flower pots surrounding it, then the patio lead onto a gravel path where you could either go right to the horses stables or left to the chicken pen, and barns for other animals.
Turning her attention to the right Willow could see Tara leading two horses onto a fenced off field at the back of the stables and she smiled whilst she watched her girlfriend show the animals affection. She knew what it was like to be on the receiving end ofthe blondes loving attention.
Going down to the kitchen Willow waited patiently for Tara to come and tell her that the coast was horse free so she could help her in the stables. Pouring herself and Tara a drink she sat at the table and looked out onto the patio, the view was mainly of countryside and unlike anything she would see in the city.
“You ready, baby?” the blonde asked breaking her girlfriend out of a daze. She noticed the choice of attire and smiled remembering the outfit from when she was an adolescent. It fitted her girlfriend and hugged all the right places.
Willow nodded her head and passed Tara a glass of juice before heading off to the stables.
“So what exactly do we have to do?” she questioned.
“Make sure there is fresh water for when I bring the horses back in, set out the feed and clean the floor, the windows and make sure it is the right temperature, change the horses bedding oh and put the grooming equipment back where it should go, dad and Donny left it out this morning.” The blonde explained.
Willow looked at her girlfriend wide eyed. “Isn’t that going to take hours?” she whined.
Tara grasped her girlfriend’s hand and laced their fingers together enjoying the feel of soft skin. “It only takes me a couple of hours, but with two of us it should only take an hour. Maybe afterwards we could think of something else to occupy us?” the blonde asked innocently swinging their adjoined hands. The insinuation of the question was not lost on the smaller witch and she wasn’t sure if the rise in temperature was the wether or anticipation.
Tara got on with her jobs straight away instructing Willow to wash the windows and sweep the floor while she fetched the feed and the water. The redhead’s pout was very distinct, but the blonde just smiled at her stubborn girlfriend and carried on with her jobs.
Willow had finished washing the windows and the heat was making her sweat, the tight shirt she had borrowed from Tara clung to her even more and the shorts were sticking to her backside. She let out a puff of air and saw a crate on the far side of the stable so she decided to take a rest. Sitting on the crate the redhead had a perfect view of her girlfriend scraping the sawdust from the second stall and watched as her muscles flexed with every heave of the rake. The blonde was bent over slightly, lifting and pulling the rake, gathering heaps of sawdust then picking it up and putting into a black bag, her arms glistened with perspiration and her jeans clung to her thighs and backside showing all the curves that Willow knew so well. every move her breasts shook within their material prison of her bra and vest top.
Willow’s mouth watered at the sight of her hard working girlfriend and her soft smooth body that felt oh so good beneath hers. Her resolve to wait until they had finished cleaning the stables was fading fast with every heavy breath her girlfriend took, she could imagine it was her making Tara breathe that way, it was her making Tara sweat and work hard.
Willow suddenly found herself in the same situation as the night before, should she? Or shouldn’t she?
Tara stopped what she was doing for a moment to stretch her back and take in much needed air. She had felt the stare of her increasingly aroused girlfriend watching her every move and smiled to herself, it amazed her how desirable just a simple stare from Willow could make her feel.
The redhead stood from the crate and made her way across the room to sweep stray bits of sawdust off the stable floor, but making sure to take in the scent of Tara as she walked past. She Deciding she could wait ‘till later.
The blonde was fully expecting Willow to grasp her and take her right there in the stables, the burn of the redhead’s eyes had scorched her skin and left her breathless with want, just knowing her girlfriend was ready and needing. But Willow had resisted and kept on walking. That just wouldn’t do.
Tara propped the rake up on the stall door and drifted slowly towards her girlfriend, taking in the sight of pale skin and shimmering red hair that she knew felt so soft. The blonde gripped the sweeping brush and pulled it out of Willow’s hands, throwing it carelessly on the floor, then grasped the redhead’s hips with both hands and pushed her roughly against the stable wall. Pressing her body along the length of her girlfriend’s she allowed her hand’s to move from the slim hips and around the front of Willow’s body, trailing patterns of fire under the redheads shirt and along creamy skin.
Willow inhaled sharply, the feel of Tara’s graceful body spread along the length of her own and those dexterous hands now massaging her aching breasts were making her dizzy with need and she knew Tara was aware.
One of the blonde’s hands abandoned Willow’s breasts to travel down her stomach and to the elastic of the blue shorts covering the redhead’s desire. She pushed her hand under the stretchable material and rested it on the curls that lead the way to the heat and wetness she knew would be waiting.
Willow pushed her hips forward hoping to coax the hand further down, but to no avail. Tara stayed firmly in control and continued to rest there until she decided otherwise.
The redhead rolled her head backwards until it was positioned on Tara’s shoulder and the blonde place butterfly kisses along the smooth skin, luxuriating in the saltiness caused by hard work and heat.
Willow whimpered when there still hadn’t been any movement from the offending hand and pushed her hips backwards, feeling Tara’s heated centre grind into her backside she continued the movement until she got what she wanted. The blonde moved the hand further down and into Willow’s sex running her fingers through the wetness a few times until her fingers were adequately coated and made her way towards the entrance that held her girlfriend’s hidden depth. Thrusting two fingers deep within the velvety moisture Tara gasped and pushed the focus of her pleasure into her girlfriend’s backside allowing the firm muscles to massage her clit.
Willow could feel The blonde’s breasts push firmly into her back and her centre push elsewhere and knew she was close so close that one stroke of Tara’s thumb on her clit and her inner muscles detonated, crushing the fingers that made her feel like every nerve had exploded and sent waves of ecstasy throughout each molecule of her tingling body. With each wave of her orgasm she crushed her back into her girlfriend and was rewarded with her name passing Tara’s lips as euphoria enveloped the blonde’s soul.
Both girls panted heavily, taking in lung fulls of air as their bodies came down from rejoicing highs only they could give each other.
“Let’s finished this quickly and go take a shower.” The blonde instructed, removing her hands from Willow’s body and picking up the rake to resume what she had been doing.
The redhead braced the wall to prop herself up and smiled inwardly. This time it had been Tara who couldn’t say no.
To Be Continued....