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Learning to Laugh
NC-17
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Part 27
Willow woke up to a ray of sunshine in her eyes. She’d thought that she’d sufficiently closed the curtains on the French Door, but there was one sliver of opening that corresponded directly with where her eyes were. It took a moment to remember where she was and the reason for her waking up completely naked with a beautiful brown-haired woman beside her. Willow wasn’t a person who was particularly comfortable with nudity. Her parents had taught her to be very modest and she could not remember the last time that she’d seen either of them in a state of undress. This was the first time she had ever slept sans clothes, and it felt both comfortable and uncomfortable. She got up and quietly fixed the curtains so that the stray sunlight would not disturb the sleeping woman. With this movement, she felt the call of nature. She knew that it made no sense, but she felt that she needed to be dressed to leave the room, so she put on her tee-shirt and pajama pants on to make the 2 foot journey to the bathroom.
Taffy must have been trained to listen for the first steps of morning, because she was sitting outside the bathroom door when Willow exited. Willow rubbed the dog’s head, walked to the kitchen and let the dog outside. Taffy appeared to enjoy running through the frost crispy grass of the backyard and seemed to get derailed by a squirrel that was jumping from tree to tree. Willow smiled at the large dog’s antics and genuinely enjoyed seeing the bliss in the animal’s movements. Willow watched the dog as she frolicked around the yard and waited until she became bored and came back to the door. Willow gave the dog a treat and began to ponder what she wanted to do.
Do I want to go back to bed? Am I sleepy enough to go back to sleep? Should I make some sort of breakfast for us? She looked at the clock over the sink in the kitchen. It was only 7 am. The only Thanksgiving tradition that she had was to watch the
Macy’s Parade, but that didn’t start until 9 am.
Taffy had wandered off to another part of the house. Willow yawned and decided that a little more sleep would probably be a good idea. She went back to the bedroom, slipped back into the bed, and tried to go back to sleep. As she was just drifting off, Tara moved so that her arm was touching Willow’s arm. This made the final step to sleep possible.
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“Why do you have your pajama’s on?” asked a quiet voice by her ear.
“I got up to go to the bathroom and take the dog out. I would have felt weird standing at a door naked,” she answered.
“That makes sense, but I want to feel Willowskin.” Tara snaked her hand under Willow’s tee-shirt. “What time is it?”
Willow looked at the clock and saw that it was a few minutes before nine. “Sweetie, would you mind if I put on the
Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade. I love watching the Broadway shows and looking at the big balloons.
“No. That would be great. My mom and I used to try to take a break in the Thanksgiving preparations to watch the parade.”
Willow got up and turned on the television, then returned to the bed. She watched as Tara exited the bed, slowly walked past Willow, and then exited the room to the bathroom.
Naked Tara, Parade Hum…not sure that the parade is going to win this year. Tara returned to the room. Willow was pretty sure that Tara was doing her best to look irresistible, as she once again slowly walked past Willow and slipped back into bed.
“Either I am underdressed or you are overdressed,” commented the blue-eyed girl.
“I am pretty sure that it’s me overdressed, but I am sure that I can’t watch the parade naked.”
“Why not?”
“Um, honestly…I don’t know…it’s just that I’ve never…I usually don’t….I always…I’m not used to being anywhere other than the bathroom naked,” exclaimed Willow. “Up until this morning, I’ve always worn pajamas in bed. Haven’t you?”
“Well, as I’ve said, I am used to sharing a room, so not much with the naked sleeping. But when I have a room too myself, I’ve enjoyed sleeping in the nude. I like the sensuous feeling of the sheets on my body. It makes me feel kind of wanton.”
“I don’t think that I’ve ever felt wanton.”
“I hope to remedy that soon,” responded Tara in a sultry tone.
Willow began to blush at the suggestiveness of her girlfriend’s tone. She also realized that she felt very nervous and slightly uncomfortable. She couldn’t make eye contact with Tara.
“Are you ok?” asked Tara, trying to have blue eyes meet green.
“I don’t know. All of a sudden I am feeling really nervous and scared.”
“Of what?” asked Tara.
“I don’t know. I guess the feeling of vulnerability that comes with thinking about being naked.”
“You are feeling vulnerable?”
“Yeah. I’m sorry. We had such a good early morning and were all with the touching and nakedness and sleeping and then I woke up and I felt kinda scared and just wanted to put on my clothes.”
“It’s ok sweetie. If you wanted to get dressed, you should get dressed.” As she said this, Tara grabbed her tee-shirt and pants and put them on. So, is it just parade watching that requires clothes, or all television watching?”
“You are making fun of me.” Willow pouted.
“No, I’m not, I’m just trying to get the rules.”
“I feel stupid.”
“You are not stupid, you are probably the smartest people that I know, and I appreciate you being honest about what makes you comfortable or uncomfortable.” Tara reached out her arm so that Willow could snuggle into her shoulder.
After about an hour of watching the parade and singing along with several of the shows and performances, their stomachs began to rumble. At a commercial, they went to the living room, put on the TV and then went into the kitchen to make breakfast. Because they both wanted to watch the parade, they decided on peanut butter and jelly for breakfast. They each made a sandwich for themselves, poured themselves glasses of milk and went to continue to watch the parade. Taffy found the smell of the sandwiches intriguing, and she ended up trying to put her nose between the two girls who were sitting on the couch.
“I think someone wants our attention,” commented Tara.
“Maybe we should take her on a walk after the parade?”
“Definitely.”
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“What do you want to do now?” asked Tara as they came in from Taffy’s long walk and began removing the dog’s harness and leash and refill her water bowl. “When do you want to have our Thanksgiving meal?”
Willow took Tara’s coat and brought it to the foyer. She returned to the kitchen and sat down on one of the stools adjacent to the kitchen island. “Maybe dinner time…how long should it take for the turkey thighs to cook?”
“I don’t know, I know that we just have to cook them until the juices run clear. Probably about an hour. The rest of the food, except the pie will take less than that. We could put the pie in with the turkey and just let it keep cooking while we are having dinner,” answered Tara from the other side of the kitchen island.
“Sounds like you are trying to organize the time. Did you have an idea of something to do?” asked Willow.
Tara walked around the island and sat down next to Willow. She said quietly, “Well, I was sort of thinking that we could warm up by taking a bath together and then maybe a little cuddling.”
“Hum, that sounds like a good idea. I did get awfully cold on our walk…” responded Willow.
“I’ll go start the bath, do you want a bubble bath or just bath salts. I saw both in the basket.”
“Which ever you want sweetheart, the only important thing that I want in the bath is you.” Willow said to the exiting woman.
Tara smiled, and walked toward the bathroom. Willow could hear the water running, when she heard it stop, she walked into the bathroom. Tara was already in the tub, her body hidden by bubbles. Willow felt self-conscious. She took off her clothes slowly, enjoying watching Tara’s eyes get heavily lidded and her pupils becoming clearer than the blue of her irises as she watched Willow disrobe.
Willow lowered herself into the tub opposite of Tara. She smiled as the warm water heated up her bones that had become cold during the walk. Looking at Tara made more than her bones become warm. She returned the smile that was emanating from the blue-eyed girl.
“Hi,” said Willow in a squeakier tone than she had planned.
“Hi,” said Tara in a sultry voice as her left upper lip moved to her signature smile. “You ok? You kind of squeaked.”
“Okay Dokey, I am fine, fine as can be, that is me, fine as can be,” babbled Willow.
“Come over here.” Tara gestured to the area between her legs.
Willow moved over so that she was facing Tara. Tara turned her around and encouraged her to lean her back against her front. Willow could feel the softness of Tara’s breasts on her back, and a slight tickling where her butt was against Tara’s mons. Willow took several deep breaths and tried to relax against her girlfriend.
Just don’t think about what this is most likely going to lead to. You are ready, you are willing, and it will be a Thanksgiving to remember. Chill Rosenberg. . Tara kissed Willow’s neck and shoulders, moving each hand to cup the complimentary breast and poking out nipple. Tara sucked on Willow’s neck, giving extra attention to the pulse point.
who knew all the places that your neck and shoulders are connected to? I am feeling really aroused. Tara whispered “shh” into Willow’s ear, and took the lobe into her mouth. She played with the flesh using her tongue and lips to squeeze and tease the erogenous zone. Tara crossed her legs over Willow’s, pulling the slightly smaller girl tighter into her chest and torso. Willow could feel soft flesh that seemed to be warmer than the bath and very slippery. Willow pressed herself against this skin while gently rubbing the legs that were encircling her torso.
They stayed that way for a while until most of the bubbles disappeared and the water was getting tepid. Willow said, “I think it is time to move this to the bedroom, ok?”
“Definitely,” Tara responded with a low voice.
Tara loosened her grip on Willow allowing her to get out of the tub and get a towel. As Tara stood, Willow took another towel and wrapped Tara in it. They had both left their hair up, so they had no need for additional towels. Tara took Willow’s hand and led her out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. Willow wasn’t sure when Tara had done it, but she’d made the bed and turned it down so that they could easily get in. Tara sat down on the bed and gestured for Willow to sit beside her.
“Willow. I don’t want you to feel any pressure to agree or to do anything that you don’t want to do; however, I would really like to make love with you. If you are not ready, I will wait for as long as it takes, but I want you to know I am ready.”
Willow looked into the blue orbs and she could see the love emanating from them.
I had no idea that you could love someone so much and want to share all of yourself with them. “Tara, I don’t feel any pressure. I too want to make love with you. I love you and I want to show you it in many ways. I love you.” Willow brought her mouth to Tara’s. She nibbled Tara’s lower lip requesting entrance and her tongue was quickly sucked into Tara’s mouth. They fell onto the bed. Their towels became a hinderance and were thrown to the floor. They both wanted to just feel the other’s body as close as was possible. They continued to kiss. It was clear that they both were reaching for whatever skin was closest. Tara found herself once again with Willow’s butt in her hands, while Willows were moving up and down Tara’s sides, stopping at the side of the soft mounds and trying to find the perky nubs between the two of them.
I want to have more than one mouth. I want to be kissing Tara’s mouth, and sucking on her breasts and discovering her entire body. I don’t know what I am doing? An I doing it right? Is Tara feeling good? What if I’m not good at having sex or making love, or whatever you want to call it. It seemed that Tara could tell that Willow’s brain had come back ‘on-line’ from the lack of spontaneous touch and a change in breathing that did not signal arousal. She rolled Willow off her chest and onto her side. She looked at the green orbs that were moving around frantically.
“What is going on?” she asked.
Willow felt very embarrassed that her brain had gotten in the way again. “I’m just scared.”
“Scared of what?”
“Scared that I won’t make you feel good, scared that I won’t be a good lover? What if I suck at sex.”
Tara couldn’t avoid catching the double entendre and said “That would be fine, I’m sure it feels good.…” she laughed but was greeted by continuing frantic green eyes that met hers and then looked down.
“Willow,” said Tara as she gently lifted Willow’s chin so that the emerald orbs were looking at her. “You already make me feel good. I am pretty sure that if you just trust your body and listen to me and mine, there is no way you can, as you say, suck at sex.” Tara’s left lip curled up and she smiled broadly.
Willow finally caught the double meaning, blushed and hid her head. “But what if you discover that you like being with guys better than me.”
“Um…Willow…I totally know that I like making out with you WAY more than I ever liked making out with a guy. I think that you are imagining that I have more experience than I do. I’ve been felt up a few times and pleasured a boyfriend in several ways.” She made a slightly disgusted face, “but nobody has ever pleasured me in that special way, nor have I had an orgasm with anyone but myself.” Tara now couldn’t keep eye contact, she rolled onto her back, so they were both staring at the ceiling, their hands entwined. “I really wish that I didn’t have these experiences. I don’t regret things that I have done, but if I’d know how much I would want to have my first experience with you, I’d refrained. I wish it was the first time for both of us experiencing everything. I am positive that this is going to be way different than anything I have ever done. I’ve never made love with someone. You are my first, and if it helps, I am kind of nervous too. It’s not like I’ve made love to a girl before. I just have ideas from what I’ve read.”
“We are overthinking this aren’t we?” said Willow. “Sex is supposed to be natural. Love is supposed to be expressed in a myriad of ways. I suspect if we trust our bodies, things will go fine.”
“I suspect so. But my girlfriend has a hard time trusting her body. Her mind runs the ship.”
“I should meet your girlfriend some time, it sounds like we have a lot in common.”
“Yeah, she’s pretty special. I love her.”
“I bet she loves you too.”
“Yeah, and we sure are discovering ways to show it.” Tara leaned over and joined her lips to Willow’s. She took one hand and started to touch Willow’s breast, making a point to avoid the sensitive nub. Willow arched her back and wiggled trying to find some Tara skin to touch.
“Relax, lover.” Tara whispered in her ear. “I am sure that we will learn how to do this simultaneously, but right now, why don’t we take turns. It is my turn now.” Tara took one of her fingers and tenderly traced from Willow’s throat to the top of the russet curls. Tara took Willow’s breast into her mouth and began sucking, playing with the pert nipple in a manner similar to what she often did with Willow’s tongue. Willow’s back arched again as her fingers made the trek between her belly button and mons. Willow willed herself to feel not think. The sensations that were emanating from her nether-regions was overpowering. She felt that if Tara did not touch them and relieve some of the pressure that she would literally explode.
“Please.”
“Please, what?” asked Tara.
“Please touch me with your fingers.”
Tara brought her fingers to the slit and parted it. She felt soft, moist skin and saw that goosebumps were covering Willow’s chest and her nipples were standing at attention. Tara moved her fingers around the wetness and found the bundle of nerves that made Willow wiggle and arch more. Tara’s fingers found Willow’s entrance and she began slowly putting one finger inside. Not too far from the opening, she felt a slight barrier. Tara knew what this was, and that it would require towels. She moved away, causing Willow’s eyes to fly open and look with surprise.
“I’ll be right back, there is just some preparation that we need.” Tara went into the linen closet that she had discovered adjacent to the bathroom and grabbed two lush, black towels. When she returned, it was clear that Willow’s brain was questioning what was going on.
Willow looked at Tara in a questioning manner
am I so wet that she’s afraid that I am going to ruin the sheets. Maybe something is wrong with me… and Tara gestured for Willow to pull her hips up. Willow did so, and Tara placed the two towels underneath her butt.
“Why?” asked Willow.
Tara lay on her side, beside Willow. “Don’t be worried. We’ve been talking about you being a virgin, and it is definitely true. Your hymen is still intact. If you want me to put my fingers in you, it will most likely tear, and thus bleed, hence the towels, and it may hurt for a second. We don’t have to do it though.”
“I want your fingers inside me. What you were doing felt so good.”
“I’m glad. It felt really good to me too. You are so soft.”
Willow blushed and said, “Thanks.”
They started to kiss again. Willow placed her leg between Tara’s legs and Tara did the same. They just allowed their bodies to run the show and to do what felt good for themselves and from noises and breathing from the other. Tara could hear Willow’s breath begin to hitch similarly from the hours before, she rolled off Willow and began touching the warm, soft folds, separating the outer lips and touching the inner. She moved her thumb to the nerve bundle while slowly entering Willow with her pointer finger. Willow was arching her back and if felt to Tara as though the channel was trying to pull her finger in, she exerted a little bit of pressure and felt the skin give in and her finger go farther into the warm tunnel. Willow gave a small gasp, but then was moving in a way that pulled Tara’s finger into her deeper. Tara felt her finger hit the end and gently pulled out some and tried to feel for the spongy spot beneath Willow’s clit. Willow’s walls were clenched around Tara’s finger, while Tara continued to circle the outer nub with her thumb.
Tara could tell that Willow was getting close to an orgasm by her breathing changing and her body getting tense. She circled Willow’s clit harder while the girl arched her back and began moaning, “Oh, my goddess, oh…., I’m going to explode, that feels so good…you can use another finger if you want….Tara added a second finger and began pumping it in and out in time with Willow’s contractions. Willow began calling to the goddess again and with one final thrust, she tumbled over into the orgasm which lasted much longer than the one before. When she was able to think again, she thought
bet she's really proud of herself now. As Willow came back to earth and fell onto the bed, she realized that it felt like the most natural thing to have Tara inside of her. It was like a void that she didn’t really know she had was finally full. Willow sighed a little when Tara pulled her fingers out, looked at the fluid, and wiped her fingers on the towel.
“It doesn’t seem like you bled too much, but better safe than sorry. I can imagine a towel underneath can be a good idea for many reasons.”
“Was it gross?” asked Willow.
“What? No. You felt really good.”
Willow felt embarrassed and tucked her chin, but then looked at her girlfriend, kissed her on the mouth, and said, “Thank you for being my first. I love you.”
“I love you too,” replied Tara kissing Willow back.
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