Hi Kittens - I'm still working off the laptop, so life is still rough. AND I can't get to kittenchat! Stupid applets.
But I have an update for you. Something to keep you warm this chilly weekend.
Rating - NC-17
Health Warning - YES, definitely. Please follow all necessary precautions: water, ice, breathing, blinking, cushions....
Have fun.
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Willow had a definite sense of deja vu as she knocked on Tara's door and waited for it to swing open. Three visits in one day had to be some kind of a record..This time was different; this time, she was in control of her feelings. She was horny, but not desperate like this morning; more important, she wasn't tense and nervous like she'd been at lunch.
Tara opened the door and she found herself lost in her lover's blue eyes.
"Hi, sweetie."
She was just so beautiful, standing there. Willow stepped past her into the room, then turned and stared. The shorts and tank top were gone. Tara was fully dressed: an ankle length brown skirt, an off-white, button-up blouse, and those ... wonderful ... boots. A bra was quite evident beneath the blouse's fabric, demi cups lifting her beautiful breasts, and doubtless, she had on undies or boxers. Willow was reasonably certain that Tara wouldn't go commando with a skirt on.
A beautiful but fully dressed Tara, which was good if they were going out, but she thought they were staying ... here. She frowned. "Here" was what she wanted. Not "there", no matter where "there" was - at least for the next couple of hours. Making love would be nice - well, more than nice, actually - but not absolutely necessary. She just wanted to be here. Alone with Tara. Preferably naked.
A Tara dressed to go out in public filled her with disappointment.
"Hey. We aren't going some place, are we?" she hinted with a smile, rather hopefully. She saw Tara's eyes crinkle in amusement.
"Um ... no. I needed to run an errand so I got dressed."
"Oh." She sighed deeply in relief and finally moved toward her girlfriend, whose amusement was now written all over her face.
"My sweet Willow." Featherlight fingers brushed her hair back from her forehead. "I dressed so I could go out to get you a present."
"Really? What?" Willow dropped her pack to the floor and slipped her hands around her lover's waist. "Can I see?"
Tara cupped her face in her hands and leaned in, kissing her
very gently on the lips. "Maybe."
"Maybe? What do you mean, 'maybe'?" Willow's eyebrows shot up in surprise.
"You can see it when you find it."
"Tara!"
Her girlfriend released her face and stepped back with a grin. She crossed her arms and nodded. "Y-You have to look for it."
"How will I know what it is? I mean, this is your room, and well, yeah, I spend a lot of time here, but I don't know how I feel about looking through your things, and we don't really have a lot of time, so ...." Willow stopped suddenly and looked at her lover. Right, buy a clue, Rosenberg.
Her dressed lover.
She grinned. "So, ... I get to unwrap you?"
Tara grinned back. "Um, I'm not the present."
She narrowed her eyes and considered. "But you have it, don't you? It's somewhere on your body - like that bar of chocolate yesterday."
One of Tara's eyebrows lifted and she smirked. "You want to search for it, sweetie?"
"Can I use my hands?" She waggled her eyebrows. "Anywhere on your body?" Willow stepped closer at Tara's nod. "Will I recognize it when I find it?"
"Um... I hope so."
Willow gazed at her lover, standing seemingly poised and serene before her - an appearance contradicted by Tara's eyes. Hunger filled them and yet, Tara was giving her an opportunity to play. How long she could manage to resist simply tumbling her lover was going to be the question. She lifted a hand and traced Tara's cheekbone with a fingertip. "Hmmm, not there." She stepped closer still and kissed her, slipping her tongue between the full lips and searching diligently. Finally, she pulled back, ending the kiss.
Her eyes examined Tara's beautiful face, her eyes even more heavily lidded, lips parted, breathing deep. This was going to be fun. Lightly she traced the curve of Tara's ears, her fingers drifting behind her head, Pulling her lover into another kiss, she felt her amusement palpably as Tara chuckled.
"What?"
"Didn't you look there already?" Tara's eyes danced.
"Well, I might have missed something. I have to be thorough," she explained.
"Thorough is good," Tara agreed with a nod. "You will be thorough elsewhere too, right, sweetie?"
Willow merely smiled and brushed her hands over Tara's breasts. She caressed them, enjoying the way she could feel Tara's nipples harden even through multiple layers of clothing. "Tare, put your hands on my shoulders and keep them there."
Tara's lips quirked in a lopsided smile, but she lifted her hands to her shoulders without question.
She pressed her own hands over Tara's, just for a moment, and then ran them up to her lover's shoulders. "Now remember, I'm just being thorough," she warned - and dropped her her hands, thumbs first, into Tara's ticklish armpits.
"Ohhh!" Tara squirmed beneath her fingers, trying to duck away and stay in place at the same time. "Willow ... please ... stop!"
Her fingers stilled and she said in an utterly innocent voice, "But I'm just being thorough." She let her fingers dance down the path to Tara's waist, counting each rib and the space between them with gentle stabs. Tara's strong hands clasped her shoulders fiercely and she whimpered under the tickling, but didn't try to stop her.
Willow pulled Tara up against her, feeling Tara honor her wishes by letting her arms rest on her shoulders rather than dropping her hands to a more active position. She kissed her lover again, running her hands up and down her back, brushing them over her sides. "Nope, not there either," she whispered into Tara's mouth. "I think I need to take a better look though." She stepped back, running her hands back around so that they cupped Tara's breasts briefly. Kissing her with soft, gentle pecks, she began to unbutton the blouse. By the fifth button, her lips had drifted to Tara's neck and she examined it carefully with kisses, licks and nibbles. A tug upwards freed the blouse from the skirt's waistband and she finished the last button with a lick upwards from the hollow of Tara's throat to her chin.
She stepped further back - she had to - and eyed her lover. Yes, she thought, and gave a little nod. Tara's light grip on her shoulders was in total contrast to the look of hunger on her face, to the trembling of her limbs. It was almost enough to convince her to give up on her deliberate hunt.
But not quite.
Her hands opened the blouse and stroked over the warm, smooth skin of Tara's midriff and lower back before tracking back up to her breasts. She watched Tara bite her lower lip as her hands closed over the demi cup bra. Eyes fixed on Tara's face, she rolled her lover's nipples between her thumbs and index fingers. "I think I should be especially thorough here, love. Is that okay?"
Tara moaned and her hands tightened their grip on her shoulders.
It was such a pretty little bra; she'd thought so the first time she'd seen it, the night their relationship had intensified from kissing and snuggling to heavy petting. It was pretty, but what it held within its confines was truly beautiful. She lowered her head and ran the tip of her tongue over the skin at the edge of the left cup. Tara's left hand lifted slightly in reaction, and then both grasped her shoulders with renewed vigor. She duplicated her action on Tara's right breast, then with a slightly regretful sigh she stood up. Her hands immediately closed over the full breasts and she rubbed the cloth-covered nipples with her thumbs. Her fingers curled within the cups and slipped toward one another. Smoothly she opened the front closure and freed Tara's breasts. Hands searching the bra, she dropped her head and let her mouth and lips and tongue perform their own search.
That search made her lover's back arch, her hands clenching rhythmically with every movement of her tongue and lips. She sucked hard and was rewarded by a loud moan, followed by, "Yessss, Willow."
But her search yielded the results she'd expected. No present there either. Tara considered her breasts too obvious a destination for her to hide anything in their vicinity; she'd said as much only yesterday.
She'd just have to continue her search elsewhere - not that she minded in the least. She stood up again, very regretfully, and kissed her lover's sweet mouth. Tongued it - thoroughly, of course, and slid her hands down, caressing Tara's hips, squeezing her soft, firm cheeks beneath the skirt. Willow nudged a knee between Tara's and pulled her lover tight up against her thigh. Let her thrust her hunger against her. Listened to her breathing quicken and shift. So aroused, so hungry.
So quiet.
Well, Tara had said that when she was PMS-y that she was quiet, and that it would be happening soon. Personally, she was finding Tara's near silence very arousing. Her hands began pulling the skirt up, lifting it up in the back so that she could reach Tara's undies. And they were panties, not boxers. Silky, lacy ones from the feel of them.
She worked them down as far as possible and then disengaged from Tara's thrusting, rubbing hips. "Sorry, baby," she apologized when Tara whimpered, and pulled the undies down baring her lover's bottom. She knelt, the action drawing another whimper from her lover - this one of anticipation - and pulled the undies down to the tops of her boots.
Those lovely, infuriating boots.
Willow's mind flashed suddenly on the conversation they'd had earlier. When Tara had threatened to wear them. She'd almost bet her present was in one of them. Her fingers worked rapidly on the laces of the right one. Wanting to keep Tara at just this degree of neediness, she pressed her face into her pelvis. Inhaling, she could smell the scent of Tara's arousal and she rubbed her slightly open mouth against Tara.
The first boot came off and no present. Then the second - and still no present. She looked up into Tara's face in disbelief and saw wry amusement as well as the omnipresent hunger.
"Have you looked everywhere, sweetie?"
Well, not everywhere she hadn't. But Tara wouldn't do that, would she? Except it was becoming increasingly clear that Tara often did the unexpected when she made love. Willow lifted the front of the skirt and ducked beneath. The scent of Tara's juices surrounded her and she felt her belly clench in hungry reaction. Her hands stroked upwards as her head and face came into close proximity with Tara's pussy. She heard Tara moan as her breath washed over her wet cunt. Her right hand on the inside, her left on the outside, she palmed Tara's left thigh. Her present almost forgotten in her own nearly overwhelming desire to taste and fuck her lover, she didn't immediately register the anomaly her right hand found.
Her present.
She heard Tara gasp and giggle as her fingers explored what they'd found. Taped to Tara's upper thigh was a key. Keeping her hand on her present she ducked back out from under the skirt. Gazing up into her lover's face in astonishment, she asked, "For here?"
Tara nodded and stroked her fingertips across her cheek.
She removed her hand and watched Tara's eyebrows lift in surprise. "Don't you w-want it?"
"Oh, yes, love, I do. But it can wait. I have something else on my mind now."
"Oh. Okay." Tara paused and then asked impishly as Willow stood, "Will I like it?"
"I think so." Willow smiled, caught up her hand, and began leading her further into the room. Looking at Tara over her shoulder, she noted the look of surprise when they passed the bed. "There. Sit." This was going to be perfect, she thought, as she watched her lover sit in the rattan chair in the window. Reflections from something outside caught the late afternoon sun and spun patterns of light over the beautiful woman in the chair.
"Shouldn't I undress ...."
"No," Willow interrupted. "I want you just like that." She bent over Tara and kissed her, her hands doing a final bit of arranging to the clothing her lover still wore. She broke off the kiss and gazed at Tara. The blouse and bra straps pushed back partly off her shoulders, baring her breasts, the skirt pulled up in front baring her pussy, her lover looked like the vixen she was. Just one more thing. Willow's fingers reached behind Tara's head and opened the clasp that held her hair up. It cascaded down onto her shoulders. There. That was perfect.
She knelt before her lover and leaned close. Tara leaned forward and they kissed slowly and gently, her lover's hands cupping her face. "Do you still want my hands on your shoulders?" she murmured.
"As long as you can." Willow eased her earlier restriction. If things worked the way she was planning, she didn't expect to leave her lover with a shred of control. With some reluctance she gave the beautiful breasts only cursory attention before moving below the lifted skirt. Tara opened her legs and Willow kissed the wiry curls. Suddenly she lifted her head and grinned at her lover, who was waiting for her tongue and lips and who moaned in frustration. "Shhh, I have an idea, something to make this even better."
"Better?"
"Uh-huh." Willow nodded. "Lift your leg up over the arm of the chair." She waited and watched as Tara did as requested. Angled now in the chair, she looked even more edible. "Now, use both hands, your fingers from both hands," she clarified, "and hold yourself open for me."
"Vixen!" Tara mocked her gently and shifted her hands with a deliberate slowness, first to her upper thighs and then higher, pressing her fingers into her cunt. Willow watched as her lover thrust upwards at the touch of her own hands. Index fingers lying just inside her outer lips, Tara opened herself.
Willow echoed her lover's moan and lowered her mouth, licking the fingers first, then the hot, wet cunt. Good didn't begin to describe it. Better didn't, either. She took long strokes over Tara's clit, feeling it jump. Long and slow licks to get as much of Tara's juices as possible, to give Tara as much pleasure as it was possible to bear. Several shorter, faster strokes followed by one long lick to make her ever hotter. It didn't matter when Tara removed one hand from its position to wind its fingers in her hair, to hold her mouth against her cunt. The fingers on Tara's remaining hand split on either side of her clit and continued to hold her lips open.
She whimpered eagerly as she fed on Tara's wet cunt, her voice counterpoint to Tara's throaty moans. Again and again, Willow made her come until her own need was nearly overwhelming. With difficulty she pushed back against Tara's
hand and lifted her face. "Bed, now."
Tara released her and half stood. "No."
As she was pushed over onto the floor, Willow knew Tara was correct. This would be fine. Except she was still dressed.
But not for long. Tara's hands were determined and mere clothing was no match for them. Necessary bits exposed, she rolled them over, so that she was on the bottom and Willow found herself astride a strong thigh. That was warm and felt sooo good pressing against her clit. She rocked her hips almost experimentally and thrust hard as her clit was massaged.
"In." One word, but Willow knew what her lover wanted. Her hand covered the curls and then she slid her fingers over Tara's engorged clit. She teased the opening with two fingers. Just teasing, Watched her lover's lips part and almost kissed her. Her tongue flicked over them, and then curled just inside Tara's open mouth as she thrust her fingers into her. She rocked and thrust, her tongue teasing. Felt her own orgasm rising, felt Tara's and let it break. Her head tipped back, pulling her tongue away from Tara's mouth.
"Fuck, yes!" Tara cried out, and clutched her hard. Willow found her fingers squeezed as muscular spasms flowed through her lover's vagina. Slowly they sagged against one another.
After several long moments, she lifted her head from Tara's shoulder. "Good call. About the bed."
"Uh-huh." Tara agreed. "Beds are overated."
"Highly."
Edited by: Triscuit7 at: 10/18/02 8:55:42 pm
by xita » Wed Oct 16, 2002 8:13 pm 
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and I hope you're not too broken... Thanks.
, but I seem to be rather speechless... 
at: 10/19/02 9:10:26 am
