hondosfirst - Thanks for your warm thoughts re: the election. I think most people I know are quite saddened by the outcome. Ben Sargent had a really wonderful
cartoon a few days after the election. As I said here or perhaps elsewhere, I’m attempting to redouble my efforts to make a difference in my world and my community. I pray for peace daily.
Title – School Days
Part 27 – Date Night
Author – JustSkipit - Debra
Spoilers – Geez! Even in Europe, the show has been off the air for a year. If you haven’t seen any given episode, you aren’t really trying. Nonetheless…
Rating – Part 27 – NC-17!
Disclaimer – Guess what… I don’t own W&T, Buffy or the rest of the BtVS crew. Any similarity to actual persons living or dead is purely coincidental and fortunate.
Notes - I would like to thank all the kittens who have enjoyed this and my other stories. I love writing and the feedback is wonderful. It is a joy and a privilege to get to write for readers who are so supportive. Thank you for all your support and encouragement.
Thoughts in italicsAs she drove, Willow kept one hand on the steering wheel and the other holding her soon-to-be lover’s. She was filled with excitement and trepidation simultaneously. She’d been fantasizing about this moment, this night, for weeks. About it generally.
For years now.
Making love with, to, a woman. And now not just any woman, someone she cared about. Someone she loved. Tara. She smiled as she repeated the name in her head.
“Yes, love?” Tara whispered as she lifted the redhead’s hand to her lips and placed a gentle and somewhat teasing kiss on each knuckle. Willow felt thankful that she only had to drive the short distance to Tara’s apartment.
“Huh?” Willow responded, shocked from her silent reverie.
“You just said my name,” Tara explained.
Willow said a silent thank you that Tara couldn’t see the blush on her face. “Should we go to your apartment?” she asked as she decided to make it seem that she had actually intended to start a conversation. At least doing so would make it less likely that she would drive into a tree, thinking about making love with Tara.
“We c-can go to your house if you want but we should leave Faith a note,” Tara answered.
“Or call Buffy and tell her to tell Faith and we could go to my parents’s house too,” Willow added. “Oh now, this is getting silly. We can go to one of three places and either leave a note or make a phone call.” Frustrated with the planning, she concluded: “Your apartment it is.”
“Ok,” Tara agreed with a smile, “the walls seem thick enough.”
Willow drew in a deep breath as her pale skin again reddened in the darkness. She turned into the driveway and proceeded up its length before turning off the engine.
It took a moment for Tara to realize that Willow had turned off the car but was making no effort to leave it. In fact, she sat staring out the windshield at the peeling paint illuminated by the light on the side of the garage. Both her hands were wrapped around the steering wheel as if keeping her in place. The blonde considered asking what was wrong, what Willow was thinking, but decided to give the girl time.
“I’m nervous,” Willow finally said in a small voice.
“Oh baby,” Tara purred, “you don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with.” She thought about reaching out her hand but seeing the white-knuckled death grip the redhead had on the steering wheel, decided to give her time.
“I’ve been really stupid,” Willow said almost as if she was talking to herself.
Tara couldn’t help herself from laughing slightly. “I think stupid is about the last word I would ever use to describe you,” she said.
“No, stupid is a good word,” Willow argued, “perhaps only eclipsed by idiotic or very stupid or supremely completely stupid which I guess is actually three words.” Now Tara did reach out her hand, gently caressing the redhead’s arm. “I thought… I mean of course I thought… it’s not like I haven’t had opportunities. But I haven’t. And I thought ‘well yeah of course’ because of how special and everything.” Willow sighed as she continued staring at out the windshield. “But it was stupid,” She repeated, “because I’ve never done this. I thought I’d wait to be completely in love but now what if I’m absolutely no good? What if I should have gotten some practice before now?”
Tara’s heart swelled at the thought that Willow had been waiting and almost felt guilty that she couldn’t give the redhead the same gift. “W-w-we can p-practice together,” she attempted to assure the girl.
Willow slowly turned her head to look at the blonde. “You mean you’ve never either?” A smile crossed her face.
“Oh,” Tara answered as she realized what Willow was thinking. “Um, no,” she explained, “I um have but only a little and…”
“Oh,” Willow answered somewhat disheartened by Tara’s experience.
Tara reached up to lightly touch the redhead’s face. “You couldn’t disappoint me, baby,” she whispered.
“I should have read more,” Willow stated as if filled with confidence that being more well read would have given her crazy skills.
“I don’t think it’s that kind of…,” Tara trailed off as she suddenly looked like a kernel of thought had made its way through the maze of her mind. “Are you done waiting to be in love or are you practicing? I mean did you say you’re in love with me?”
“Did-did I say that?” Willow asked as she furrowed her brow. “I mean well yeah. I mean I am in love with you. Totally. Completely. 126% in love with you. But um that wasn’t the exact declaration I was planning.”
Tara smiled as she continued stroking Willow’s cheek with her fingertips. “If I didn’t love hearing your voice so much,” she gently kissed the girl, “I would have done this as soon as you said you loved me.”
Immediately she moved her lips to Willow’s and felt the redhead returning the kiss. As their lips moved slowly against each other, each girl took the chance to dart out her tongue and flick at the other’s lips. Willow’s hands left the steering wheel almost of their own accord and wound themselves in Tara’s long hair. Tara’s tongue again traced Willow’s lips until the redhead opened her mouth to allow it to trace the tip of each tooth, to stroke against her own tongue.
Moments passed and became minutes and still the two witches sat in the front seat of the Jeep, their lips locked together, their breath becoming more and more shallow. Tara barely noticed Willow’s hands moving until she felt the palms cupping her breasts through her shirt. She didn’t break the kiss as the redhead nimbly unfastened the top two buttons on her blouse and brushed her fingertips along the edge of her bra. Willow broke the kiss to run her lips over Tara’s jaw and to the side of her neck. Tara whimpered as the redhead’s fingers wandered to the clasp between her round breasts and tentatively released them before brushing the skin nearer and nearer to her nipples. “M-m-maybe … inside?” The blonde wisely suggested.
Willow’s foggy brain considered a number of double entendres before settling on reliable “Yes.” Nonetheless neither girl pulled away as Willow’s fingertips circled closer and closer to Tara’s hardened peaks. Finally feeling the younger girl’s thumbs brush her nipple, Tara pulled away. A sexy smile covered her face as she opened her door and quickly exited the car. Willow lunged momentarily into the space left by Tara’s departure but she quickly recovered and joined the blonde outside the car.
The few steps to reach the front door took only a few seconds and Willow wrapped her arms around Tara’s waist from behind as the blonde recited the incantation to release the protection spell on the house. “I’ll have to teach you the spell,” Tara whispered as she pushed the door open and stepped into the apartment. As Willow followed her into the apartment and closed the door Tara smiled flirtatiously, “Especially since I would like to see you here much more often.”
“Here, the Summers house, my parents’,” Willow answered, noting each location with a soft kiss on the blonde’s throat, “I don’t care where.”
“Everywhere,” Tara whispered as she turned quickly in the redhead’s arms to once again face her. The flirtation in her answer was once again not lost on Willow who quickly resumed the kiss. Again moments turned to minutes turned to time standing in the living room, lips locked together, hands roaming each other’s body. “My room,” Tara finally managed to gasp as she began stepping backwards in what she hoped was a fairly direct line toward her bedroom door. A few awkward steps later, steps which looked more like some passionate and clumsy dance by linked partners, her back collided with the doorjamb. “Ouch,” she hissed as the air was knocked out of her.
Willow pulled away to check that Tara was ok and quickly surmised that the blonde had just awkwardly contacted the doorframe. Deciding not to take any more chances, the redhead reached past her lover to open the door and step through, pulling Tara by the hand into her own bedroom. The moment they were inside, the two girls resumed their kiss while kicking the door closed. As their lips continued their exploration, Willow returned to the objects of her attention outside. She finished unbuttoning Tara’s blouse and was not surprised as the blonde allowed the garment, along with her previously unclasped bra, to slide down her arms onto the floor.
Pulling away slightly, Willow appraised her lover’s body. “Beautiful,” she whispered as she raised her palms to gently cup the blonde’s breasts.
Her giggle appeared to catch Tara by surprise and the blonde smiled too as she quirked her head to the side. “Something funny?” she asked as she began trailing light kisses along the redhead’s neck.
“Anya… was.. right…,” Willow said, closing her eyes to enjoy the feel and weight of Tara’s breasts in her hands and the fluttery feeling spreading throughout her body from the contact of the girl’s lips on her neck.
Not one to be deterred from her destination, Tara began slowly moving the two girls toward her bed even as she attempted to reason out Willow’s segue. “What does … Oh God, right there Willow… Anya have to d-do… Oh God…”
Willow leaned forward to place her lips close to the blonde’s ear without breaking the contact on her breasts. Gaining confidence she was now alternating gently passing her palms over the nipples and rubbing them between her fingertips. If the sounds and movements Tara was making were any indication, the other girl liked it. “She said you had beautiful breasts when you came into the store the first time,” Willow whispered. “She was very right.” With that declaration the redhead gently flicked the tip of her tongue against Tara’s earlobe.
For only a moment Tara wondered how her breasts had come up in conversation but quickly disregarded the thought. “I’m sure you do too but I’m at a bit of a disadvantage,” the blonde teased as she lowered her hands to the waistband of Willow’s shirt. When Willow showed no hesitation, she gently lifted it over the girl’s head. “Adorable,” Tara declared as she saw the emerald green satin bra the girl wore. Gently she traced her fingertips along the edge of the soft material and then passed them over the hardened nipples, nipples which were pulling the fabric taut. Immediately she furrowed her brow and looked at the girl in confusion before again running her hand over the two nipples, finding one markedly more erect than the other. There was no mistaking the difference in response of the two nipples nor the outline of the ring within the bra. “Fun,” she whispered as she continued to caress Willow’s breasts for a few moments before reaching around to unfasten the clasp and allow the material to drop to the ground.
As soon as she did so, Tara returned her gaze to confirm her discovery. Willow blushed slightly as she took in Tara’s appreciation of the silver ring piercing the center of her left nipple. “Um…,” she started, “in college… one night… you know alcohol?”
Tara laughed outright at Willow’s silly explanation. “But then you kept it?” she asked as she reached up to gently run her finger along the ring and stroke the hardened nipple.
Willow again blushed but more deeply this time. “Um … well… after the first day of, you know, extreme discomfort, I found it kind of, you know, sexy?” Her explanation seemed somewhat inhibited not only by her own embarrassment but by the fact that as she spoke, Tara continued running her fingertip over the nipple ring while teasingly performing the first step in a strip tease as she released the button on her jeans from it’s fastener.
“Very sexy,” Tara agreed as she bent her mouth to suddenly grasp the jewelry between her teeth and give it a tug. Hearing the sharp intake of breath from her lover, she ceased tugging and began to lave the hard nipple with broad strokes of her tongue. Willow’s pleasure was apparent from the way her hands wound themselves in Tara’s hair and began caressing the back of her head. Much as she was enjoying the unexpected toy, the blonde reluctantly switched her attentions to Willow’s other nipple. That switch certainly carried its own pleasure as the nipple began to respond to her loving touch and kisses. Her fingers rose to play with the now lubricated silver ring.
Willow’s moans were becoming more and more intense and her grip on the back of Tara’s head more insistent. Fearing that she was hurting the blonde, she dropped her hands to the girl’s hips and began stroking them slowly up and down her sides. After a few passes, she trailed her hands forward to find Tara’s jeans already unbuttoned from her teasing movement earlier. A quick tug allowed the zipper to release and she slid her fingertips into the blonde’s pants, tracing the edge of her panties.
After what seemed like a lifetime worshiping her lover’s breasts, Tara reluctantly raised her mouth to once again find Willow’s lips waiting for her--a treat that was definitely worth leaving the luscious but small breasts. The redhead’s hands traced Tara’s panties, edging deeper and deeper within until she whispered, “Can we take these off, love?”
Tara’s flirtatious smile again returned as she offered a deal: “Only if we can move to the bed too.” Her hands also moved to unbutton Willow’s pants and she teased, “I know you’ve never made love but the bed is a traditional location.”
Willow pushed Tara’s jeans and panties midway down her legs before reaching to help the blonde with her own. “Well,” she breathed, “I wouldn’t want to be seen as untraditional.” Rather than risk falling toward or missing the bed, both girls separated long enough to push their clothing completely off.
Tara was the first to look up, allowing her eyes to roam slowly over her lover’s body in the dim light coming from the street light through her window. She appreciated every inch from the smooth whiteness of her stomach and breasts to the red moistened triangle between her legs. “You’re so beautiful, Willow,” she said as she cupped the redhead’s cheek in her hand, “I can’t believe that you’re … mine.”
Willow got a vixeny look on her face as she backed quickly to the bed and sat down. “You haven’t taken me yet,” she teased.
Tara smiled back as she approached the redhead, her gaze continuing to possess the girl ahead of her touch. “I’m planning on remedying that very soon,” she whispered. The two steps to join Willow on the bed took only a second and then their lips were once again sliding wetly one over the other.
Their new position on the bed gave both girls increased freedom to touch and caress the other and they took advantage of that freedom. Hands stroked necks, breasts, backs, legs, feet, and every other part of their bodies they could reach. Both girls could feel their own wetness, could feel the other girl’s when her leg or stomach brushed her center, could smell the aroma of their mixed scents.
“Tara,” Willow whispered between heaving breaths.
“Yes, my love,” the blonde answered, her hands continuing their journey over the girl’s body.
“Touch me please,” the redhead pleaded with such need, such tenderness that Tara couldn’t possibly deny her. Gently she again kissed her love as her hand slowly and softly touched first Willow’s leg, then her inner thigh, and finally brushed over her very wet curls.
“Like this?” she whispered.
“Mmm, yes,” Willow moaned.
Her touch was both arousing and soothing simultaneously, her fingers brushing gently along Willow’s outer lips. Softly she slipped two fingers within the girl’s outer lips to brush her center. “Do you touch yourself like this?” she asked.
A less aroused Willow would probably have been shocked or embarrassed by the question. But at this moment, her hands once again fondling Tara’s breasts, the blonde’s wet center pressed against her hip, fingertips tracing a path no others had ever taken, she simply answered: “Yes.”
“Show me,” Tara invited without breaking her own attentions.
Willow dropped one hand from its motion at Tara’s breast to meet Tara’s fingers. As she did she replaced her fingers at the blonde’s nipples with her mouth and began licking each nipple broadly, alternating between the two. Meanwhile, her fingertips touched Tara’s and she felt the wetness coating both her own center and Tara’s fingers from the exploration. Tentatively she guided Tara’s fingertips to stroke within her outer lips, but avoided touching her clit.
“That’s so nice, Willow,” Tara whispered even as she reveled in the openness her lover was showing. She allowed the redhead to guide her fingers, softly stroking her center without hurrying the contact. Between the soft wetness of her lover and the attention Willow was paying to her breasts, Tara knew that she could climax if Willow touched her in return. But knowing that it was Willow’s first time, she wanted to go as slowly as the girl needed or wanted.
Willow moaned passionately, her sounds muffled by the nipple in her mouth. Tara’s caress was making her more excited than she ever knew was possible. “Have you touched yourself like this thinking of me?” the blonde asked and again Willow felt that temptation to be embarrassed. The movement of fingertips to her clit caused that temptation to evaporate instantly.
“Oh God…,” Willow gasped, “yes, Tara… I … “ She wrapped her hands around the back of the blonde’s head and pulled her close for a deep kiss before answering the question. Each time that Tara touched her clit, she felt like she was on fire and each time the touch receded, she lifted her hips from the bed in a rocking motion to regain the contact. “Since I met… you…,” she struggled to form words, “touching myself… imagining you… imagining touching you… you touching me…” She considered for a moment. “Filling myself and imagining it was you inside me.”
Tara pulled back to smile at her lover as her fingertips moved to hover at the edge of Willow’s opening. “I love you, Willow,” she whispered and stroked the wetness. As Willow’s hips rose from the bed, she had to raise her hand to avoid entering the girl prematurely.
“I don’t … want to imagine any more…,” Willow managed to gasp, “be inside me, Tara.”
As their lips merged once again, Tara slowly and gently slid one finger into the redhead’s small body. A whimper from the girl caused her to still her hand and break the kiss. “Is this ok?” she asked.
“More than ok,” Willow answered, her body once again thrusting toward Tara’s hand.
Tara allowed Willow to control the tempo and force of her thrusts, keeping her hand relaxed and letting the redhead move toward her. After a few thrusts, she felt Willow’s center relax and she took the opportunity to slide a second finger alongside the first.
The redhead immediately allowed a slow moan to escape from her lips. Trusting Tara to touch her just right, Willow withdrew her own hand from her center and reached up to grasp the blonde’s shoulders with both hands, her own wetness smearing across the girl’s skin. As she felt Tara continue to thrust inside her, her thumb now rubbing her clit she pulled the girl even closer. Alternately she passionately kissed her lover and took her mouth away to gasp in pleasure. In the years of imagining, fantasizing this, nothing had prepared the young woman for the intensity of making love. This joining, this union was everything she could have… “I love you, Willow,” Tara whispered gently and Willow’s climax was upon her. The wave of pleasure radiated through every cell in her body, moving inward from her hands and feet and outward from her center simultaneously and seeming to explode everywhere that it met itself. She could feel her insides clenching and releasing, clenching and releasing around the blonde’s fingers and could think no more.
Tara smiled lovingly as she stroked her lover after her climax. Her fingertips trailed gently over the girl’s stomach, chest, neck, and face. Then she concentrated on the planes of Willow’s face as if to memorize forever the sight and feel in her mind and heart.
“Yep, definitely gay,” Willow murmured as she enjoyed the tender caress of her lover’s hand.
Tara’s laugh was full, throaty, and fully unexpected. “Did you doubt it?” she asked.
“Well, you know,” Willow answered beginning to regain her composure and focus and realizing that she had a very beautiful and very wet woman in bed with her, “it was all just theory until now.”
“Well you said you wanted to practice,” Tara teased.
Suddenly Willow rolled over to hover above the blonde. “I have some other theories I’d like to try out too,” she whispered as she returned her fingertips to Tara’s nipples.
“Like?” Tara asked with a gasp as the redhead’s lips and then teeth closed around her hardened nub.
“This,” Willow whispered around the nipple. “This…,” she continued as she began to trail her lips down the blonde’s breast. “This,” her tongue delved into and then out of Tara’s belly button. “This,” she breathed hotly onto blonde curls evoking a moan from the girl beneath her. “This,” she said as quietly as she could and placed a reverent kiss onto Tara’s moistened lips.
“Oh God,” Tara moaned, “that…”
“I love you,” Willow repeated before gently licking along the blonde’s outer lips. Her smile quirked upward as she appreciated the rich and musky taste of her lover. A moment later she resumed her slow exploration, licking, sucking, kissing, Tara’s center as the girl spread her legs even more widely. “God,” she breathed around the blonde’s hard clit, “you taste so wonderful.” She noted how the vibration of her speech seemed to excite Tara even more, judging by her sounds and the grasping of her hands on the back of Willow’s head. “Even better than I dreamed.” She sucked Tara’s clit into her mouth and slid a finger inside the girl, pleased as the blonde’s body rose to meet her first thrust.
“I’m… I… coming…,” Tara gasped, unable to believe how quickly she was coming.
In spite of her disbelief at the speed with which her lover was climaxing, Willow sucked her clit more deeply into her mouth and thrust harder and faster inside her channel. When Tara’s muscles relaxed slightly she added a second finger and redoubled her efforts wondering if the girl could come again. Her answer was upon her as quickly as Tara’s second climax. “That’s it, baby,” she crooned into the soaked blonde curls.
Finally both girls lay cuddled in bed, their forms wound together and fingertips idly tracing the other’s skin in an intimate but not erotic dance. “If that was practice,” Tara teased, “I’ll be available any time you want to do that for real.”
Willow smiled back. “I think we should practice much more,” she whispered as she placed light kisses on the blonde’s jawline.
Tara nodded her agreement. “I love you, Willow,” she repeated before kissing the girl.
“You too, Tara,” Willow agreed. She raised her eyebrow at Tara as the girl chuckled slightly.
“I knew school was a good thing,” Tara announced. Willow giggled her agreement before lowering her head to rest on her lover’s chest and falling into a shared sleep.
-- The End --
“The arc of the moral universe is long, but it bends toward justice.” - Martin Luther King, Jr.
Edited by: JustSkipIt at: 11/14/04 3:37 pm
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Good lord that's sweet and romantic and intimate and perfect. *dreamy sigh* Excellent choice on the yummy dinner, and even an appearance by Spike and talk about some bad childhood stuff couldn't spoil the quickly escalating romantic mood. Very much so looking forward to the next update, and will be re-reading this one in the meantime! Great job!
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. Yeah, the council are a bunch of twits. I hope the next update will be posted much sooner. Thanks so much for your thoughts. Wait a minute! You’re Insanity? Why the name change? 
And damn those council members, cutting into Willow and Tara time, how rude!
Anyways.. Great update dude! Crazy Faith all with the threatening.. 
for all of it.The work on our behalf and this great story!!
Awesome, awesome end to a great story. Wowza. Everything about it was perfect; the nerves, the passion, the gentleness, the love. It even (completely bereft as I am to say this) feels finished. You know? Those girls are on their way! You took them from nothing to everything and that's just awesome (there's that word again... what can I say, awe just fits when describing your writing). Thank you so much for this story, was a lot of fun to read, anticipate, think about... very cool. Can't *WAIT* to read your next endeavor! (And !!! for good measure 
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more times than I can count, and so tantalizing and teasing and pleasing that always kept me coming back for more. 
NIPPLE RING!!!!!!!!!!!
