by Laragh » Mon Sep 21, 2009 9:59 am
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TITLE: Lessons In Love
AUTHOR: Laragh
CHAPTER RATING: NC-17
DISCLAIMER: Joss, UPN, FOX, ME and anyone else associated with the television show Buffy The Vampire Slayer own the characters of Willow and Tara and anyone else who may appear, I am simply a lowly viewer, trying to write some happier situations for, who I consider, the greatest TV couple ever.
SUMMARY: Highschool fic! You guys know I'm bad at summaries, so I’m gonna go with my standard 'happy, light reading’
SPOILERS: Completely AU, so I doubt any. At most, the odd reference or piece of dialogue. Not supernatural, no way am I smart enough to write a magic fic
FEEDBACK: I love it.
Chapter 25
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Tara fastened the tie around her neck and let it hang loosely down her shirt and checked herself in the mirror again. Her tight-fitting white shirt, that actually hadn’t been part of her old school uniform, but she felt worked better in this situation, had the top two buttons open, letting the top of her cleavage peek out, the shirt tight enough for her not to need to wear a bra. The blue and white striped tie hung straight down over the swell of her breasts, stopping almost at the exact same place her shirt did, showing an inch of flesh between the hem and the start of her skirt, also striped blue and white and extending just to her mid-thigh. The skirt had been short anyway, but Tara had hitched it up a bit in order to show more skin. She had knee-length white cotton socks to complete her outfit.
She checked her watch again and saw that Willow would have gotten out of practice already and would probably be on her way over. She readjusted her shirt one last time, exposing more cleavage in the process. Satisfied with how everything fit, she went over and sat on the edge of the bed, leaning back slightly, putting her weight on her outstretched arms and crossing one leg over the other, waiting for the redhead to arrive.
I really hope she likes this. I’m really glad I kept this uniform…never really thought this is what I’d be using it for…God, what if she thinks this is too slutty? Is it weird that I’m dressing up as a schoolgirl when I’m actually still in school? Maybe I should just take this off quickly…she’d be just as happy if she walked in and I was naked. No, I started this, I should see it through…did I just hear the door bang?
Willow closed the door behind her and turned down the corridor, seeing that her girlfriend’s bedroom door was open. She walked up and was about to knock on the open door, just to make known her presence known but stopped in her tracks and stared, wide-eyed when she saw what her girlfriend was wearing.
“Ms. Rosenberg,” Tara purred. From the look on the redhead’s face, she was definitely not put off by the idea and that just encouraged the brunette, “It is ‘Miss’, isn’t it?”
Willow gulped as the reality of what was going on started to fall into place for her. She looked down at her own attire, remembering Tara specifically telling her to stay in her ‘teacher clothes’ and now knew why. She could feel wetness begin to pool below her stomach already, just at the evocative way Tara was presenting herself and the tone in her voice. She exhaled a quiet breath and smirked, deciding to play her teacher role as well.
“Yes, Tara, ‘Miss’ is correct,” she said, walking into the room and kicking the door closed behind her, “I’m not married.”
“I’m surprised, Miss. You’re very pretty,” Tara replied and uncrossed her legs, letting them hang open for a minute, showing the redhead exactly what she was or rather wasn’t wearing underneath her skirt, before crossing them over the other side.
Willow felt her breath quicken as she saw the brief glimpse of her girlfriend’s exposed centre, but stayed in character.
“Now, Tara, you should know that panties are part of the required uniform. Regulations say that if I suspect our uniform code is not being held up, I have to confirm and…discipline as necessary.”
Tara tried to look innocent as she stood up, a foot away from the redhead.
“I very well could be wearing panties, Miss,” she replied cheekily, “You’ll have to prove otherwise.”
“Cheek will not be tolerated,” Willow said sternly, but Tara could see the glint in her eye, “We’ll deal with that misconduct after I address the issue at hand. You’ll have to drop your skirt for inspection.”
“Yes, Miss,” Tara replied with a suitably chastised tone and popped the button on the side of her skirt, pulling the fabric over the swell of her ass before letting it fall to floor.
“Tsk tsk,” Willow clicked her tongue, but couldn’t control the subconscious licking of her lips as her girlfriend’s curls came into view, “No panties.”
The redhead walked over and held onto the taller girl’s hips, before letting her hands wander behind, cupping her ass. She let her hands fall to the side and looked the taller girl in the eye.
“Had to check that there definitely wasn’t any underwear,” she explained in what she knew was a poor excuse, but she didn’t care; it let her touch Tara while still playing their game, “I’ll also have to ensure that that was the only uniform breach. Obviously your punishment would vary should you have neglected to wear anything else as well…like your bra.”
“Oh, I’m wearing a bra, Miss, I promise,” Tara said in a sweet-as-pie voice. She was delighted that Willow seemed to be so into their game and wanted to play her part as well she could.
“You know the rules, Tara, I have to check. Please remove your shirt,”
Willow replied in her firm voice. She knew Tara wasn’t wearing a bra already from the way her nipples were poking out through the fabric of her shirt and was looking forward to the reveal.
“Yes, Miss,” Tara sighed in the same chastised tone and started unbuttoning her shirt, moving downwards until there were none left. She held the shirt closed, in an attempt to convey nervousness about having broken the ‘rules’.
“Tara…” Willow said in a warning tone.
Tara sighed again and let go of the fabric, letting it fall down her shoulders so she was standing in nothing but the tie and socks.
“You have a very beautiful body, Tara,” Willow said as she roamed her eyes up and down the brunette’s body.
“Thank you, Miss,” Tara replied, a slight shake in her voice.
“But that’s two dress infringements we’ve discovered…”
“I’m sorry, Miss.”
Willow brought a hand forward and dipped one finger into the brunette’s wetness, twirled it for a second and brought the finger between their two faces.
“I can see you’re extremely wet, Tara. Do you know what’s causing that?”
“You, Miss,” Tara replied breathlessly.
“Me? Well, do you know how to stop this…overflow?”
“Need to be filled, Miss.”
“Well, since I apparently caused this, I better help fix it,” Willow responded and walked backwards to the corner of the room where the brunette had an armchair.
She sat in the chair and beckoned Tara over to her. She pulled the taller girl onto the seat with her, so that the older girl’s knees were either side of Willow’s legs, making her open for the redhead to touch her, as well as the position putting the smaller girl’s head right in front her girlfriend’s breasts.
Tara was breathing heavily in anticipation of what was going to happen. She let her hands hang by her side and waited for Willow to act.
Willow brought one hand around to cup Tara’s ass while the other let two fingers glide into her wetness, rubbing over her lover’s hard nub lightly.
“You know you should’ve been wearing the proper school attire, right Tara?” Willow said as she brought the two fingers down and thrust them inside.
“Ohhh yes Miss,” Tara moaned in response, both in answer to the question and in approval of where her girlfriend’s fingers were. She started moving against them, taking as much as she could.
“You still need to be punished for your misbehaviour,” Willow continued, starting to rub the flesh of Tara’s ass with the hand there.
Tara nodded, moving faster against the fingers inside her and lifted her hands to grab onto the redhead’s shoulders. She let out a long groan when she felt Willow’s hand pull away from her ass then come back in a firm slap.
“Is that okay?” Willow said quietly, not sure if she’d gone too far.
“So fucking good,” Tara whispered, her eyes shut tight, then added, “Miss.”
Willow was relieved when she heard Tara call her by the title again and started thrusting deeper inside and her other hand fondled her butt cheeks before giving her a couple more slaps.
“You won’t do it again, will you Tara?” she asked in her most authoritative voice.
“No, Miss, no,” Tara rasped out, her nails digging into the flesh of the smaller girl’s shoulders.
“Good girl,” Willow replied, giving her a final hard smack that made the brunette throw her head back in ecstasy.
Willow watched Tara’s breasts jumping up and down right in front of her face, her tie lying straight down between them, the small piece of material making her nakedness all the more apparent and brought her thumb up to put some pressure on the girl’s clit.
“Yes, yes, yes,” Tara chanted under her breath as she felt the redhead stroke her bundle of nerves.
She was getting closer and closer with each flick against her hard nub and bit her lip to try and focus on actually getting there.
Willow watched in awe as she saw the telltale signs of her girlfriend’s orgasm, the light flush that spread onto her chest, the slight hitch in her breath and the fact that her fingers were being squeezed so tight by the brunette’s inner walls that she thought they could actually break.
Tara stopped biting her lip when she felt herself about to crash and let out a long, throaty moan when she finally went over, colours flying behind her eyelids as her back arched and her nails dug even deeper into the redhead’s shoulders.
Willow slowed her thrusts little by little as Tara continued moaning above her, until the tight grip on her shoulders loosened and the brunette collapsed into her, breathing heavily. The redhead pulled out slowly and wrapped her arms around her girlfriend, holding her.
After a few minutes, Tara pulled her head back from where it had been resting in Willow’s neck and shuffled over slightly so she was sitting in the chair too, her legs draped over the younger girl’s neck.
“Mmmm, thank you, Miss Rosenberg,” she said lazily.
“You’re welcome, Tara,” Willow replied, a glint in her eye.
They stayed cuddling in silence for a few more minutes until Willow spoke again.
“We still have to deal with the small matter of your… impertinence earlier.”
“Ohh, am I getting spanked again?” Tara asked, delighted their game was still going on; playing so far had been more fun that she’d even imagined, “Do you want me to bend over your desk, Miss?”
“That would teach you to be cheeky…” Willow replied, seeming to mull over the idea, “But, no, I’ve got a better punishment. I want you to write lines.”
“Oh,” Tara said, surprised, then reached over to her windowsill, grabbing a pen, “Yes Miss?”
“Oh you won’t need this,” Willow responded, taking the pen and throwing it on the floor, “Your pen can be your tongue.”
“My tongue, Miss?”
“Yes Tara, and your paper can be…” Willow started, standing up from their embrace and popping the button her pants, dragging them and her panties down in one fluid motion, before backing herself onto the bed and spreading her legs wide, brazenly exposing herself for her lover, “Me.”
Tara jumped up and ran over to the bed, lying down with her head above her girlfriend’s exposed centre.
“What would you like me to write, Miss?”
Willow scrunched her nose up in thought, then propped herself up on her elbows so she could look down at the brunette.
“I will not be cheeky or my own cheeks will be reddened.”
Tara blushed and nodded her head.
“Twenty times,” Willow continued, “If you finish that amount and feel like writing it some more, feel free to do so.”
“Yes, Miss,” Tara said before lowering her head and finding her girlfriend’s clit, making a pointed effort to ‘write’ that exact sentence around and on the bundle of nerves.
Willow moaned when she felt the brunette start to trace on her clit, and found herself getting even more aroused at knowing that her lover would be spelling out the words she’d requested, not that she could differentiate from the strokes, but more just from knowing her girlfriend, knowing that she’d be playing along with their game in it’s entirety.
“You’re doing very good, Tara,” Willow said as she reached a hand down to entwine in her girl’s hair, “So good.”
Tara continued her motions, counting how many times she had traced the sentence diligently. Just as she was about to start the word ‘reddened’ for the fourteenth time, she heard Willow speak again.
“Ugh…Uh, Tara…” the redhead started, trying to think of any reasoning to get the brunette to do what she wanted, “You swore earlier! Naughty girl…if you…oh god… feel around inside and find… a particularly special place… I can let the… indiscretion… slide.”
Tara understood and brought her hand up to the smaller girl’s entrance, probing with one finger for a moment before plunging in with three, reaching for said ‘special place’. She got there just a couple of seconds later and felt Willow push even harder on her head.
“Oh yes, Tara, yes.”
It didn’t take long for Willow to get to the edge, the joint stimulation on both of her most sensitive places driving her into a frenzy.
“That’s it, Tara, just like that. Just like that. Oh! I think I’m…! Oh yes!”
Her entire body grew taut as she came, one hand still holding onto Tara’s head as the other reached out to grab onto anything, the corner of the brunette’s bedside locker happened to be the first thing she latched onto.
“Ta… ra…Tara…TARA!”
She thrashed under the brunette for a few moments, unintentionally pulling Tara’s hair so hard that the taller girl had to actually struggle to keep her head where it was needed. When she finally eased her hold and fell back on the bed, spent and still twitching, she realised she had a couple of stray brunette hairs in her hand and panicked. Tara, who was enjoying the rewards of the work she put in by continuing to lap at her girlfriend’s center, didn’t notice the redhead’s alarm until she started speaking.
“Oh baby, I’m so sorry, are you okay? I’m so sorry, so sorry.”
Tara raised her head and saw the frightened look on Willow’s face. She went to lie next to her and wiped her mouth before fixing the smaller girl with a curious look.
“Honey, what the hell are you taking about? You gave me an earth-shattering orgasm then I got to go down on you, I would call that a very good afternoon in my book. Was it the spanking? ‘Cause if it was, don’t be sorry, I liked it. A lot.”
“No, baby, I know you liked that, you were all moan-y and stuff,” she paused as she saw Tara blush, “But I pulled your hair. Like I actually pulled some hair out.”
She held up the few errant hairs to demonstrate.
“Oh,” Tara said, amused, “I didn’t even feel it. Besides, I like it when you hold me to you when you come.”
It was Willow who blushed this time, but was happy that they could be so open with each other.
“You sure you’re okay?” she asked again, just to be sure.
“Definitely. Sweetie, I’ll tell you if something’s ever wrong okay? And you will too, right?”
“Of course.”
“Good. Now I wanna hold you.”
“Sounds good,” Willow replied, then sat up whipping off her vest shirt and blouse and unhooking her bra so she was naked, then snuggled into Tara’s outstretched arms, their faces together, “That was so…just amazing. You dressing up and everything.”
“Fun?”
“Whole helluva.”
“Good. You looked so hot when you were teaching in class today that I just had to try it.”
“I’m just glad you kept that uniform…” Willow said, waggling her eyebrows.
Tara smirked and ran her fingers along the blue material of her tie.
“You know, I bet this is exactly what the nuns at my school had in mind when they choose these.”
*off to bathroom now*
<- That is Willow
right now. 
