College Confidential (Prequel to HC/FC) [AU] (Complete)

[zampsa19752001]

Dibs-y Goodness Again!

Yay for excellent update-y goodness... Big lol for their first Hooters visit... Can't wait for their birthday bowling...

[loislane1]

Look two feedback pieces in a week! The big 21 birthday for a U.S. person - the day you can legally consume alcohol. I remember all the issues I had trying to get into the gay bars in college - failing more often than not when I was underage. Funnily enough I t wasn't carded for months after actually turning 21. I must have seemed more confident. I'm glad Willow managed to opt out of a big Becky bash at the bar this year and am looking forward to the bowling extravaganza. The Hooters trip cracked me up. I am working on my Ph.D through an online university which required three intensive weekend in person experiences. On one of those trips to Jacksonville, FL the straight girls in my cohort decided to go to Hooters for dinner one night. It was an interesting social experience for me to say the least. It happened to be the Miss Hooters pageant event that night as well so that was being broadcast on all the televisions in the place. Big crowd there to cheer on a local Hooters girl who was in the competition. Strange experience for me as what would, for me, have been normal discussion didn't seem to apply with that group. Kept my head down and enjoyed my wings and beer. It was fun to picture Willow going beet red repeatedly during lunch from the visuals and the hot wings. Looking forward to what's coming next.
Independence Day in 7/4 so for the U.S. folks - have a great holiday weekend.
-H.

[willowtaralover]

YAY, new College Confidential

You're like a big girl

You think I'm like a big girl? You should see me when I'm shopping for clothes lol

“Friendship that insists upon agreement on all matters is not worth the name. Friendship to be real must ever sustain the weight of honest differences, however sharp they be.”

“Hey I know that one, it’s Ghandi,” Tara said, smiling too.

Tara, big knowledge woman

Bowling sounds like a good birthday night out to me

“Great!” Becky replied, before discreetly leaning over to Tara, whispering as she stood, “I will be in touch.”

Uh oh what's Becky planning now?

“19…20…” Tara counted, cupping her palm around Willow’s cheek, “ And 21. There we go. Birthday kisses.”

Now that's the way to wake up on your birthday, with lots of smooches from your beloved

Willow attempted a graceful jump from bed, worthy of a Disney princess, but ended up tripping over her feet and falling flat on her face.

Lol, Oh Willow you clumsy goof, but it's why we all love you

I just love the adorable childishness in Willow here, wanting to see 'duckies' and clapping her hands excitedly. I expect Tara has her hands full in the future raising three children

Sound's like Tara had a blast helping look after the kids during her time at the Y. Wonder if she and Willow will ever consider adoption in the future.

Tara taking Willow to a restaurant called Hooters lol But as I've said before she is possibly the coolest, most awesome girlfriend ever.

Willow was only distracted three times by waitresses? She's losing her touch

YAY for Tara giving great birthday treats to Willow. Can't wait to see their bowling evening in two weeks time.

[branny72]

I loved that update!! Willow had the best birthday! Tara was so sweet to her. I love how confident in herself and their relationship Tara is to take Willow to Hooters!


Thank you for the update!

[Laragh]

zampsa19752001 -

Dibs-y Goodness Again!

Yay for excellent update-y goodness... Big lol for their first Hooters visit... Can't wait for their birthday bowling...

Glad you enjoyed it and hope you continue to!

Thanks for commenting!

loislane1 -

Look two feedback pieces in a week!

I'm greatly honoured - mean it!

The big 21 birthday for a U.S. person - the day you can legally consume alcohol. I remember all the issues I had trying to get into the gay bars in college - failing more often than not when I was underage. Funnily enough I t wasn't carded for months after actually turning 21. I must have seemed more confident.

I don't drink alcohol, but on my 18th birthday I went to buy some wine just for the thrill of it and I wasn't carded. I was like, hello, look at it, I'm all legal and everything!!

I'm glad Willow managed to opt out of a big Becky bash at the bar this year and am looking forward to the bowling extravaganza.

There's only so many bars you can be dragged to when you're not a big drinker before saying 'enough!'

The Hooters trip cracked me up. I am working on my Ph.D through an online university which required three intensive weekend in person experiences. On one of those trips to Jacksonville, FL the straight girls in my cohort decided to go to Hooters for dinner one night. It was an interesting social experience for me to say the least. It happened to be the Miss Hooters pageant event that night as well so that was being broadcast on all the televisions in the place. Big crowd there to cheer on a local Hooters girl who was in the competition. Strange experience for me as what would, for me, have been normal discussion didn't seem to apply with that group. Kept my head down and enjoyed my wings and beer. It was fun to picture Willow going beet red repeatedly during lunch from the visuals and the hot wings.

That is so funny! I've never been to Hooters but would be intrigued for the experience. Plus I love me some hot wings.

Looking forward to what's coming next.

Independence Day in 7/4 so for the U.S. folks - have a great holiday weekend.

Happy belated 4th, hope it was a good one!

Thanks for commenting!

willowtaralover -

YAY, new College Confidential

Obligatory

You think I'm like a big girl? You should see me when I'm shopping for clothes lol

Hah! Nothing wrong with that!

Tara, big knowledge woman

It's a super power!

Bowling sounds like a good birthday night out to me

Right? Me too.

Uh oh what's Becky planning now?

General birthday shenanigans.

Now that's the way to wake up on your birthday, with lots of smooches from your beloved

I must heartily agree.

Lol, Oh Willow you clumsy goof, but it's why we all love you

Very true!

I just love the adorable childishness in Willow here, wanting to see 'duckies' and clapping her hands excitedly. I expect Tara has her hands full in the future raising three children

Haha! Yes.

Sound's like Tara had a blast helping look after the kids during her time at the Y. Wonder if she and Willow will ever consider adoption in the future.

I wonder...

Tara taking Willow to a restaurant called Hooters lol But as I've said before she is possibly the coolest, most awesome girlfriend ever.

That she most definietly is!

Willow was only distracted three times by waitresses? She's losing her touch

Or saying it for Tara

YAY for Tara giving great birthday treats to Willow. Can't wait to see their bowling evening in two weeks time.

Hope you enjoy!

Thanks for commenting!

branny72 -

I loved that update!! Willow had the best birthday! Tara was so sweet to her. I love how confident in herself and their relationship Tara is to take Willow to Hooters!

Very good observation, how Tara went from being hurt and offended last summer the first time she noticed Willow staring to now - it's a nice place to be in their relationship.

Thank you for the update!

Thank you for the comments!

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Update Directly Below

[Laragh]

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TITLE: College Confidential

AUTHOR: Laragh

CHAPTER RATING: PG-13

DISCLAIMER: Willow, Tara and any other characters from the Buffy the Vampire Slayer franchise belong to Joss Whedon, FOX, ME and a whole host of other entities, none of which are me.

SUMMARY: The first part of the prequel to Hacker Confidential and Family Confidential - the college years!

SPOILERS: Perhaps minor references to the show or stealage of dialogue, but nothing that would spoil the series.

FEEDBACK: Yes please

Chapter 70

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Tara came out of the bathroom carrying a basin filled with various bottles, pouches and pots of beauty products.


Willow was lying stomach down, as Tara had instructed her to do before going off to get any supplies, but had also decided to divest herself of any clothing in the process.


“You, um, didn’t need to be naked,” Tara commented, pausing for a moment to get her bearings.


“Why?” Willow asked, feeling quite comfortable with her nudeness, “Don’t you want to see my butt?”


“Well, of course I do,” Tara replied, setting the basin down by the bed, then climbed on and straddled Willow’s behind, “I was going to brush your hair out, but now I think you’re in the perfect position for a little massage.”


Willow folded her arms under her head and sighed softly.


“Don’t do it, they said. Keep your clothes on, it’ll never amount to anything. But here I am today, naked and with Tara-hands all over me. Living the dream.”


“Want some oils?” Tara asked, gently running her knuckles along Willow’s back.


Willow nodded, eyes already closed.


“What do we have?”


Tara opened up the drawer of her nightstand and rooted out the little bottles.


“Almond…jasmine…orange…French vanilla…and apricot.”


“Ooh, apricot please,” Willow replied, wiggling a little in anticipation, “Love those fruity ones.”


Tara fished out the apricot and doused her hands in it. She rubbed it all over so her hands were covered, then placed her palms at the small of Willow’s back.


Willow let out a soft moan as Tara’s warmed hands caressed her skin.


“Baby, you’re so good at that.”


“Well it is a pleasure to work on you,” Tara replied, pressing her fingertips between Willow’s shoulders and dragging them down, “I love watching your muscles move.”


Tara massaged Willow’s back and top of her butt until all the oil was rubbed from her hands. She ended with a kiss-train from the base of Willow’s spine, up and into her neck, finishing at her ear.


“You’re going to have to put a robe on or I’m not going to be able to concentrate on everything else.”


Willow slowly turned herself onto her back and trailed a finger from Tara’s throat down her chest and between her cleavage.


“Why don’t you concentrate on getting naked? Feeling all on my lonesome here.”


Tara glanced down at Willow’s breasts but forced herself to look up again.


“I don’t know, I don’t have much luck taking my clothes off on your birthday…”


Willow turned purple and stared, agape for a minute.


“Tarraa!”


Tara smiled and moved their foreheads together.


“I’m giving you prior warning, I plan to have my way with you tonight.”


“I plan on letting you,” Willow replied, thankful she at least wouldn’t make the same faux pas this year, “And not to run away. Or headbutt you. Or, wow, I should stop talking or I’ll be too embarrassed to ever have sex with you again.”


Tara pressed their bodies close together, driving Willow’s exposed skin crazy.


“Now that would be…” Tara started, poking her tongue out at Willow’s ear, “An awful shame.”


Willow gently arched, then took Tara’s cheeks and pulled her over to kiss. Tara could feel Willow’s stomach brush against where her shirt was riding up and had to pull away to stop herself getting carried away. She couldn’t move away completely though and lifted her hand to brush the backs of her fingers against Willow’s cheek.


“I could kiss you all day…”


Willow puckered her lips and stole a smooch.


“So do…”


Tara struggled with back-and-forth thoughts for a moment before finally pushing herself off and away.


“I’ll go fill the basin up for your foot soak.”


She dumped the beauty supplies at the end of the bed and brought the basin into the bathroom, where she filled it with warm water.


“Foot soak,” Willow muttered, crossing her arms over her chest, “Can think of other wet things I’d prefer.”


“Did you say something?” Tara asked kindly as she came back out and brought Willow’s robe with her.


Willow begrudgingly donned her robe, then watched Tara, on her knees dissolving salts into the water. She was instantly plagued with guilt and put a gracious smile on her face.


“Just um, you’re really sweet to do all this.”


Tara just smiled back and guided Willow’s feet into the soak.


“Is that warm enough?”


“Really nice,” Willow replied with a nod, wiggling her toes in the water.


Tara seemed pleased, and started laying out her supplies.


“Okay, I have face masks and nail stuff and lotions, oh and this really nice conditioning treatment for your hair. You have to leave it in for a while, so I thought I’d do that first and everything else while it sits.”


“Did you get all this stuff for me?” Willow asked, running her hands over a few of the bottles.


Tara shrugged.


“Well, we had some stuff, and I bought some others, and made a couple of the scrubs. Smell this one, it’s coconut.”


She popped the lid on a jar and held it under Willow’s nose.


“Mmm, I love coconut,” Willow replied.


“I’ll use it on your hands when I give you your manicure,” Tara said, twisting the lid back on, “Are you okay with me using the conditioner?”


Willow smiled over her shoulder.


“Do whatever you want with me.”


Tara sat behind Willow and spritzed her hair with some water, ran a brush through it and started to apply the conditioner.


Willow sighed happily, feeling Tara’s fingers run through her hair and the tender touch she seemed to be applying to each and every strand. Tara was very thorough for both of their enjoyments until it was all covered.


“Need to time that for 40 minutes.”


Willow glanced at the clock to remember, and nodded to confirm she had it. She scooted a little on the spot, unable to stop a stray thought that had poked at her during the process.


“Hey Tara…”


“Yes?” Tara asked, pressing a kiss into Willow’s neck from behind.


Willow glanced over her shoulder coyly.


“Want to try it on... all my hair?”


Tara was confused for a moment, but realised with a small blush and smile.


“If you want.”


Willow shrugged.


“Why not?”


Tara patted Willow's hips.


“Lift your legs up.”


Willow lifted her feet out of the water and swung them over the bed where Tara had laid a towel out. She opened the tie on her robe and let the fabric fall to the sides so she was exposed.


Tara gave Willow a sultry look, then generously applied the gel along Willow’s mound. Willow made no secret of the fact that she was enjoying it and Tara had to be careful not to get the conditioner in any very sensitive areas.


Finally, the area was covered and Tara took her hands away to wipe on the towel but Willow just whined.


“Keep going.”


Tara held her hands up to the air.


“I can’t touch it for 40 minutes.”


Willow pouted.


“I didn’t think this through.”


Tara ran her hands gently along Willow’s ankles.


“I promise, after your party, I’m all yours.”


Willow sighed but couldn’t be mad with that promise in the air.


“It’s not really a ‘party’. I don’t even know who Becky’s bringing. She said she'd organised a few friends. But at least there’s more than just alcohol even if everyone gets drunk anyway.”


Tara took some lotion and started rubbing it into Willow’s feet.


“Are you drinking tonight?”


“Umm…no,” Willow replied after thinking for a moment, “Especially if you’re not.”


Tara stretched out Willow’s soles and toes.


“You don’t have to abstain just because I don’t feel like it.”


“Well, if I was going out alone with Becky, it would probably end up that way,” Willow replied, lying back and enjoying the foot rub, “BUT, and it’s a very big but, I’m coming home with you. Definitely wanting of the senses for later. Besides, I already had a beer.”


Tara smiled.


“Okay, but don’t worry ‘bout me if you change your mind. I won’t even mind if you get drunk and grope me.”


Willow laughed.


“Can I still grope you if I’m sober?”


“You sure can,” Tara replied, moving onto the other foot, “But not in public please.”


“I think I can control myself,” Willow replied, eyeing Tara’s cleavage, “Just about…”


Tara picked out a green nail varnish and started painting Willow’s nails.


“Haven’t you seen enough boobs today?”


Willow's gaze lifted but not quite off completely.


“Of the cleavage-y waitress-y kind, yes, but I have not seen a single Tara-nipple since I–”


“Was nibbling on them last night,” Tara finished with a smile that screamed anything but innocent.


Willow turned quite a bright crimson and picked up a book on the nightstand to fan herself with. Tara finished Willow’s toenails, then moved up and started the same lotioning and massage on her hands.


“So no drinking, but I am looking forward to food. I really want some nachos,” Willow finally said, though not without some lingering heat on her cheeks, “For some reason nachos are so much better the more fake the cheese is.”


“I’ll eat some nachos with you,” Tara replied, painting Willow’s fingernails now, “I like lifting them when the cheese gets all stringy.”


“Then that’s settled, nachos for two!” Willow exclaimed, then peered closely at her nails, “Why this colour?”


Tara was very careful to keep a steady hand.


“Because it’s pretty like your eyes and– …something else.”


“What something else?” Willow asked, curious.


“You’ll see soon,” Tara replied cryptically, “Okay, now no moving while they dry. I’m going to scrub your face, then put the mask on.”


Willow glanced down at the jars and pouches Tara was gathering.


“I’m guessing it’s not a Halloween mask?”


Tara rolled some of the scrub between her fingers, then gently rubbed it onto Willow’s face.


“No, it’s a papaya and passion fruit one and you’ll smell good enough to eat when you wash it off. Especially with this coconut stuff underneath.”


“That a promise?” Willow asked, raising an eyebrow.


“Promise,” Tara replied, getting slightly rougher with the scrub.


Willow let her face be buffed and shined and decided that Tara was the only person she’d let do all of this. She did have to admit as she sat back with the mask on her face, that she did feel quite refreshed and smelled even better.


“You going to give yourself some niceness?” she asked, watching Tara gather everything up again.


“I’m going to paint my nails,” Tara replied, “Just as soon as I clean up.”


Willow watched Tara tidy away everything but a bottle of purple nail polish and bottle of lotion.


“What’s the lotion for?”


Tara sat up on the bed and picked up the nail varnish.


“Because the next treatment at the very exclusive Tara Day Spa, is an all-over lotioning. After your shower, of course.”


Willow closed her eyes and smiled happily at the thought of Tara’s hands all over her.


“Wait, you said next, not last.”


“Well after the Day Spa, you’ll visit our salon and make-up counter,” Tara replied, moving onto her second foot, “And then your personal stylist will come to dress you.”


Willow bounced on the spot, excited.


“You’re gonna doll me all up?”


Tara nodded.


“We offer the full package here.”


“I feel all pampered and special,” Willow replied, cautiously testing her nails to see if they were dry.


“Good,” Tara replied with a keen smile, “Because that is exactly what I was going for.”


They shared a smile, then Tara glanced at the clock and nodded towards the bathroom.


“Okay, 40 minutes, go scrub all that off.”


Willow slipped off the end of the bed and grabbed one of the towels Tara had laid out and went off to have as luxurious a shower as she could with the fifteen minute hot water cut-off. When she was finished, she wrapped herself up in the towel and shook her hair out before walking back into the room.


Tara was standing at the end of the bed with the bottle of lotion ready in her hand, but found herself slightly unsteady as Willow approached.


“You’re so hot with your hair like that.”


“I am?” Willow asked, rolling her eyes all around to try and see exactly what she’d done.


Tara nodded.


“Do a little growl for me.”


“A growl?” Willow asked, eyebrows lifting in surprise, “Um, okay…”


She pursed her lips and tried to imagine herself as a lion, then growled and added a claw for good affect.


“That was sexy,” Tara said, eyes slightly darkened, “Come sit down and I’ll lotion you up.”


Willow diligently perched on the edge of the bed and watched Tara get down on her knees and rub lotion into her legs.


“I feel like I feel soft. Does that make sense?”


“Yes. And you do feel soft,” Tara replied, moving up past Willow’s knees to her thighs.


Willow thoroughly enjoyed her lathering, especially when Tara started to pepper her skin with kisses following the rub.


“I think…” Tara said, pressing soft kisses along Willow’s shoulder blades, “You’re just about done.”


Willow pouted again.


“Do I have to be? You're much with the tease today.”


Tara put her palms on Willow’s knees and kissed her on the way to standing up.


“Pick out some music while I shower real quick.”


“‘Kay,” Willow agreed, stealing another quick peck.


She watched Tara gather a bundle of clothing from the closet and disappear into the bathroom. She looked after the closed door longingly for a second before getting up to find the music for them to get ready to. She picked out a CD of a local artist Tara liked and started to organise her make-up so there would be easy access.


She finally sat on the chair and swirled around impatiently until Tara came back out, fully dressed. Willow halted the chair and titled forward when she noticed there was ample cleavage pushing up the otherwise demure white sweater around Tara’s torso.


“Is, um, that new?”


“The skirt is…” Tara replied, twirling in her skirt, yellow two thirds of the way down before turning white in a zig-zag pattern, “And what’s underneath the sweater.”


Willow bobbed her head in a nod.


“Right, what’s underneath the…” she trailed off and lifted her gaze sharply, “What’s underneath the sweater?!”


Tara just smiled reservedly.


“Surprise for later.”


“A…a surprise for later?” Willow asked, unable to stop her voice from squeaking.


Tara picked up a make-up brush and swept it across her hand to clear it.


“Uh huh,” Tara replied, blowing on the bristles once, “Okay, now stay as still as you can.”


Willow gripped the seat beneath her to stop from fidgeting, while trying and failing to sneak a peek down Tara’s sweater. She satisfied herself with what was on show for now and enjoyed imagining what her surprise would be later.


Tara didn’t spend long on Willow’s face before moving onto her girlfriend’s hair, giving her a gentle scalp massage in the process.


“You’re wonderful at this…” Willow commented, eyes closed to enjoy the caress.


“It’s easy with such a beautiful canvas,” Tara replied as she carefully combed Willow’s hair through.


Willow paid little heed to what Tara was doing as she dried, spritzed and styled her hair; just took pleasure in the attention. She only opened her eyes when Tara finally spun the chair back to face the mirror.


Her hair gently bounced on top of her shoulders as it often did and her make-up was as lightly applied as she would do herself, but she felt a thousand times prettier. She caught Tara’s eye in the mirror and held it for a second, then stood up and embraced her girlfriend.


“I love you, Tare-bear.”


“I love you too, honey,” Tara replied, brushing her fingers down Willow’s arm to take her hand, “Now let me bring you over to your personal stylist’s counter.”


“Do I get to pick what I wear?” Willow asked, sitting on the bed where Tara instructed.


“Only if you don’t like what I picked,” Tara replied.


Willow nodded in agreement, but couldn’t see where said clothes were.


“Okay…what did you pick?”


Tara hunched down on her knees and brought a long, rectangular red box out from under the bed. A bow was tied neatly around it. Tara left it beside Willow and stood back, hands clasped behind her back nervously.


Willow looked at what was clearly a gift, then up to Tara.


“Tara…lunch was one thing, but…but, you wouldn’t let me get you a present when it was your birthday.”


Tara nodded, contrite.


“I know. I was insecure. I’m sorry.”


Willow’s fingers were burning to see what her gift was.


“I’ll accept it if you promise you’ll let me get something next birthday?”


“Yes, but let’s agree to just a little Christmas/Hanukkah present for each other,” Tara replied, happy that there wouldn’t be hurt feelings either side that way.


Willow smiled.


“I find these terms agreeable,” she said, then waited a respectable three seconds before tearing into her gift.


She pulled the ribbon loose, then tossed the lid of the box aside and swatted the white tissue paper inside away. She lifted the dusk-rose coloured dress out and held it out in front of her.


“Oh my god. This is so pretty!”


She rushed over to the long mirror and held it against her front, admiring the burgundy flourishes that patterned the fabric.


She had donned it in seconds, pulling gently on the long bell sleeves and adjusting the loose circular neckline until it sat right, and it sat perfectly on her. There was a bunching of material in the centre of her waist, under her breasts; a tidy knot that drew the eye in and helped her hips seem shapelier.


“Oh Tara, it fits me perfectly,” she said, amazed to feel even more beautiful as she gave a twirl in front of the mirror, “Where did you get it?”


Tara looked down for a moment, embarrassed.


“I could probably rack up some points if I lied and said some expensive boutique, but I have to be honest. I couldn’t afford lunch and a present, so I made it. But the sewing is good, it won’t fall apart or anything.”


Willow stopped in front of the mirror and turned slowly to face her girlfriend.


“You made it?”


Tara shrugged one shoulder.


“I thought you might be sick of jewellery.”


“I would never be sick of anything you make for me…” Willow replied, completely stunned, “But this is a whole dress. With designs and patterns and it fits me so well.”


Tara smiled.


“It was hard trying to get your exact measurements sneakily. Had to keep a measuring tape in my nightstand for stealthy night missions.”


Willow burst out laughing and ran right over to Tara, knocking her back onto the bed. She grabbed Tara’s cheeks and laid kiss after kiss upon her.


“So you like it?” Tara guessed, thrilled at the response.


“I love it. I love you,” Willow replied, sitting back, then going over to admire herself again, “It’s long like I like and makes my hips and boobs look nice without being revealing and I love this knotty thing and these designs are wonderful, they’re like tree roots stemming off from different places. Did you design it too?”


Tara nodded.


“Do you really like it?”


Willow smiled through the mirror, then turned and held her hand out. Tara stood and took it, then Willow twirled her and pulled her close for a kiss. Tara slid her arms around Willow’s waist and deepened the kiss. They both swayed for a moment until Tara pulled away and retrieved a card that had been sitting inside the tissue. She handed it over shyly.


“Look at me all jumping the gun with the present,” Willow said, sheepishly.


She looked at the front of the envelope and felt that warm pang in her heart just seeing her name in Tara’s handwriting. She opened it carefully to keep and set it down on her nightstand then looked at the front of a card; two figures bent over to meet and form a heart shape. She sank down and ran her fingers over the chalky surface.


“Wow. Did you draw this?”


Tara nodded and sat down beside Willow, who looked at the drawing for another moment before opening the card. She read the simple and sweet birthday message a few times before noticing there was writing on the other side, written uniformly in verses.


“Did you write me a poem too?” she asked, bouncing happily on the spot, “You're maxing out those creative juices on me!”


“Kinda,” Tara replied, tucking a piece of hair behind her own ear before dropping her chin onto Willow’s shoulder.


She put a finger under the first line written, then started to softly serenade Willow, following along the words as she sang.


I lived my life in shadow,
Never the sun on my face.
It didn't seem so sad, though
I figured that was my place.
Now I’m bathed in light
Something just isn't right…

I’m under your spell,
How else could it be,
Anyone would notice me?
It's magic, I can tell
How you set me free
Brought me out so easily…

I saw a world enchanted,
Spirits and charms in the air.
I always took for granted,
I was the only one there.
But your power shone,
Brighter than any I’ve known

I’m under your spell,
Nothing I can do,
You just took my soul with you.
You worked your charm so well,
Finally, I knew,
Everything I dreamed was true,

You made me believe…

You make me complete…
You make me complete…


Willow was in total awe reading as Tara sang and was completely speechless for a whole minute after.


“That’s…amazing. You’re so talented, you’re so creative. Do you know that, do you know how amazing you are? What people see in you?”


Tara brushed her fingers over Willow’s cheeks.


“I know exactly what they see. You.”


Willow felt a lump form in her throat and had to stand up to hide wiping at her eyes.


“Guess we better get going, huh?”


Tara felt bold and dropped her hand to squeeze Willow’s rear.


“Until later…”


“Hands, missy!” Willow replied though made no effort to get her to move them and was grinning again, on cloud nine from all her thoughtful gifts.


Tara took a last squeeze and released Willow.


“You’re right, we need to go,” she said as she looked at the clock, “Let me just grab my stuff.”


They both gathered their stuff in their purses, then met by the door to walk out hand in hand.


“So, looking forward to this?” Tara asked as they walked out and the few blocks around to the bowling alley, “Birthday, Part 3.”


“Yeah…I am, ‘specially if it's as good as part 1 and 2,” Willow replied, then stuck her tongue out through her teeth in a grin, “But I’m most looking forward to Part 4…”


“Vixen,” Tara replied with a crooked smile.


“Around you? You bet,” Willow said, taking another peek down Tara’s sweater to try and figure out what was underneath.


Tara noticed and bumped her shoulder playfully.


“Hey now, no leering.”


Willow grinned again.


“It’s my party…and I’ll leer if I want to.”

[zampsa19752001]

Dibs-y Goodness...

Yay for excellent update-y goodness... I really loved the "Under Your Spell" part and Willow getting the princess treatment... I absolutely loved that Tara made the dress for Willow...

[loislane1]

Damn - missed the dibs...but I am 3 for 3 on feedback!
What an awesome birthday gift this entire day has been from Tara to Willow. The best gifts are never about the amount of money spent but instead about the time, talent, and thought put into the gift. As leadership speaker Simon Sinek has stated we inherently recognize that a person's time is very valuable so we put a higher premium on people's time over their money. If a person tells you they donate money to a charity, for example, you might think that is a nice act. If a person tells you they spend 10 hours a week working to build homes for Habitat for Humanity you will probably be impressed.

What Tara did for Willow for her birthday was give of her time and talent in a very loving and personalized way. A gift like the dress, the card, and the spa day is way better than an expensive gift any day in my book. I am, of course, looking forward to the bowling experience and of course Part 4 to see what Tara's surprise for Willow. As always, an enjoyable read.
-H.

[willowtaralover]

YAY new College Confidential

Hey Laragh, I got to thinking after the last chapter about Tara's story of getting a face full of ice cream from a little girl in the home. I'd really liked to have seen a bit more of Tara during her placement. Maybe we could see some of her and Willow doing voluntary work at the home please?

...Willow had also decided to divest herself of any clothing in the process.

“You, um, didn’t need to be naked,” Tara commented, pausing for a moment to get her bearings.

Yes she does, naked Willow is sexy Willow

“Don’t do it, they said. Keep your clothes on, it’ll never amount to anything. But here I am today, naked and with Tara-hands all over me. Living the dream.”

Lol

Willow gently arched, then took Tara’s cheeks and pulled her over to kiss. Tara could feel Willow’s stomach brush against where her shirt was riding up and had to pull away to stop herself getting carried away.

I can't believe all the beauty products that Tara has, I wish she'd give me a make over. Don't laugh I'm pretty

Tara gave Willow a sultry look, then generously applied the gel along Willow’s mound. Willow made no secret of the fact that she was enjoying it and Tara had to be careful not to get the conditioner in any very sensitive areas.

Ok, this has to be one of the sexiest chapters I've ever read with Tara making over Willow. Just the scene where Tara is rubbing lotion into Willow's legs is enough to make me

I like the fact that Tara made the dress for Willow. It shows a great deal of creativity on her part and that she is more skilled than she lets on.

“I know exactly what they see. You.”

One of my all time favourite Tara quotes

Tara felt bold and dropped her hand to squeeze Willow’s rear.

Oooh Tara

Another fun, and naughty episode. Can't wait to see what hppens when they go bowling and Becky's plans for Willow's birthday celebrations.

[branny72]

It took a while and a lot of work, but I finally got the chance to sit down and read the chapter in one shot. I loved it and how sweet the Spa day and Tara singing to Willow was. Tara may not be able to afford much, but she shows her true love in what she makes for Willow and how she takes care of her. I love your updates and can't wait to see what Becky has planned next.

Thank you for always giving us such loving and sweet updates!

[Laragh]

zampsa19752001 -

Dibs-y Goodness...

I think you're becoming the dibsmaster general of this fic!

I really loved the "Under Your Spell" part and Willow getting the princess treatment...

Glad you enjoyed it

I absolutely loved that Tara made the dress for Willow...

She is sweet and talented, that girl!

Thanks for commenting!

loislane1 -

Damn - missed the dibs...but I am 3 for 3 on feedback!

And that is a much appreciated fact!

What an awesome birthday gift this entire day has been from Tara to Willow. The best gifts are never about the amount of money spent but instead about the time, talent, and thought put into the gift.

I totally agree! Little things with huge thought are infinitely better than huge things with little thought.

As leadership speaker Simon Sinek has stated we inherently recognize that a person's time is very valuable so we put a higher premium on people's time over their money. If a person tells you they donate money to a charity, for example, you might think that is a nice act. If a person tells you they spend 10 hours a week working to build homes for Habitat for Humanity you will probably be impressed.

That's so interesting, I've never thought about it like that. That situation you presented is totally true, of me anyway. I'm far more impressed at the idea of Shirley down the street giving up her weekends than somebody, a celebrity even, donating millions, even though the millions would probably do a lot more. Huh. Food for thought, but I think I still like that we value time over money instinctively. It's a nice trait for humanity to have.

What Tara did for Willow for her birthday was give of her time and talent in a very loving and personalized way. A gift like the dress, the card, and the spa day is way better than an expensive gift any day in my book.

It's very intrinsically Tara to be thoughtful and outwardly giving as well. She gets a particular kind of pleasure from being kind, and I think that's really special.

I am, of course, looking forward to the bowling experience and of course Part 4 to see what Tara's surprise for Willow. As always, an enjoyable read.

Hope you enjoy how it continues and there's a hint for the surprise...see if you recognise the skirt design Tara has on...and how it 'goes' with Willow's (and for a super big hint, the song).



Thanks for your feedback!

willowtaralover -

YAY new College Confidential

It really brightens my whole day each time I see this

Hey Laragh, I got to thinking after the last chapter about Tara's story of getting a face full of ice cream from a little girl in the home. I'd really liked to have seen a bit more of Tara during her placement. Maybe we could see some of her and Willow doing voluntary work at the home please?

It was cream! A faceful of ice cream would be horribly cold, I think! I probably won't write too much about the shelter (because I've written it and don't want to be repeatitive) BUT there will be some Tara volunteering stuff happening come their summer time that I think you'll enjoy

Yes she does, naked Willow is sexy Willow

All Willow is sexy Willow as far as Tara is concerned!

Lol

I can't believe all the beauty products that Tara has, I wish she'd give me a make over. Don't laugh I'm pretty

Well she bought/made most of them just to give Willow her spa day, but I'm sure she'd give you the leftovers if you asked really nice...

Calm yourself

Ok, this has to be one of the sexiest chapters I've ever read with Tara making over Willow. Just the scene where Tara is rubbing lotion into Willow's legs is enough to make me

Lotioning can be pretty sexy, I agree...

I like the fact that Tara made the dress for Willow. It shows a great deal of creativity on her part and that she is more skilled than she lets on.

Very true! She has lots of talents she keeps to herself.

One of my all time favourite Tara quotes

Me too. Very underrated.

Oooh Tara

Another fun, and naughty episode. Can't wait to see what hppens when they go bowling and Becky's plans for Willow's birthday celebrations.

You'll see now!

Thanks for commenting

branny72 -

It took a while and a lot of work, but I finally got the chance to sit down and read the chapter in one shot.

I'm honored you took the time

I loved it and how sweet the Spa day and Tara singing to Willow was. Tara may not be able to afford much, but she shows her true love in what she makes for Willow and how she takes care of her.

She is very sweet like that!

I love your updates and can't wait to see what Becky has planned next.

Read on!

Thank you for always giving us such loving and sweet updates!

Thanks for always taking the time to shoot me some feedback! Much appreciated

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[Laragh]

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TITLE: College Confidential

AUTHOR: Laragh

CHAPTER RATING: PG-13

DISCLAIMER: Willow, Tara and any other characters from the Buffy the Vampire Slayer franchise belong to Joss Whedon, FOX, ME and a whole host of other entities, none of which are me.

SUMMARY: The first part of the prequel to Hacker Confidential and Family Confidential - the college years!

SPOILERS: Perhaps minor references to the show or stealage of dialogue, but nothing that would spoil the series.

FEEDBACK: Yes please

Chapter 71

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“Here it is.”


Tara opened the door of the bowling alley for Willow, who walked through with a polite smile and jokingly gave a small curtsey. The place was noisy with people and music and every lane was being played, but it only took a second for Willow to gather where their lane was.


Becky, along with two other girls and two other guys, had taken over the last lane and were loud enough to be noticed straight away, which was saying something.


“Three guesses where our bunch is,” Willow muttered to Tara, “Least they decorated for me.”


Tara nodded and followed Willow over, though only recognised Becky and Kim. She gathered the two men were Becky and Kim's respective dates, but there was another brunette woman sitting on the edge of one of the plastic chairs.


She brightened when she saw Willow and stood up to embrace her.


“Hey, long time no see! Happy Birthday!”


Willow suddenly turned wide-eyed and remained still throughout the entire embrace. They separated awkwardly.


“Hi…Natalie.”


The tension was cut as Becky flung herself into the mix and hugged Willow.


“Happy Birthday! What on earth are you wearing?”


“A gorgeous dress!” Willow retorted indignantly, then pulled Becky in close, “What the hell, did you invite her?”


“Do you know how hard it is to get a group of college students to go bowling on a Saturday night?” Becky whispered back, “I wanted to bring people you know.”


Willow shot daggers.


“Her?!”


“It’s not like she’s your ex, you went on one date,” Becky replied, getting a bit worked up too.


Tara cleared her throat then and both of them straightened up.


“Okay, it’s fine, forget about it,” Willow said to keep the peace, “Thanks for organising the party.”


“You’re welcome,” Becky replied, brightening again, “We have the game all set up, do you guys want drinks?”


“I think we’ll just settle down first,” Willow said, looking to Tara, who nodded, “Shout us when we’re up.”


The others all shouted over a Happy Birthday or waved in Willow's direction to acknowledge her, but they were mostly in their own posse. The guys started the game with some macho bravado and chest bumps when they scored while Willow took the seat farthest away from Natalie, who was perched awkwardly between Willow and the group.


Tara sat down next to Willow, glancing down at the floor and turning her ankles in.


“So…ex-date, huh?”


“I don’t want to talk about it,” Willow replied, quite curtly.


“Okay,” Tara replied, a little hurt, “Maybe I’ll um, go get us some cokes.”


She went over to the bar area and waited to get the bartender’s attention. Natalie glanced over her shoulder and saw Tara was delayed, so slyly made her way over to Willow.


“Can I sit?”


Willow turned her nose up a little.


“It’s a free country.”


Natalie sat with her hands under her thighs.


“We sort of left on awkward terms, you know, that day.”


Willow nodded, eyes downcast. The air hung for a moment before Natalie spoke again.


“So is that your girlfriend?”


“Yes,” Willow replied, quite proud, “That’s Tara.”


Natalie laughed nasally, letting it linger with a last chuckle that reeked of condescension.


“I have to admit, I’m pretty surprised. I figured you were frigid.”


Willow smarted at that and opened her mouth but had no idea what to say. She was swiftly recalling the crude manner that had made that first date so awful all over again.


She was still trying to think of some kind of response when she felt fingers brush over hers.


“Maybe now you’ve dipped your toe in you’d be interested in a trip to a different lake…”


Willow was gobsmacked at the nerve, but gritted her teeth to stop herself, though it took every ounce of her and she knew on another day her temper would have blown already. She jumped up quickly before her red cheeks gave her away.


“I better go help Tara.”


She ran off before she could be stopped or offended again and went over to Tara who had just gotten two glasses of cola for them, with a wedge of lemon in Willow's, just like she liked.


Willow smiled when she saw that Tara had remembered and her anger slowly fizzled away.


“Hey… need some help?”


“I got ‘em,” Tara replied with a shy smile, “Hey, I-I’m sorry–”


“I’m sorry–” Willow started at the same time and they both smiled, “Um, come here for a sec?”


Tara nodded and Willow brought them over to the arcade area, where it was a little less noisy.


“Remember I told you Becky set me up with two girls and I went on a date with one from group?”


Tara nodded again and Willow took her glass from Tara and had a sip, then took in a slow breath and spoke on the exhale.


“Date number one, girl from group. She was sweet but I had no idea what I was doing and only said yes because I didn’t know how to say no. We went to a movie and were pretty much silent the whole walk home. The pity was palpable. She never called me, much to my relief because I would have felt like I had to say yes, again. Date number two, one of Becky’s actual friends, also nice if a bit too much of a party animal for me. We got lunch and she regaled me of stories from the gay bar she goes to. Let me tell you, how she tells it, those places make 80's key parties look tame. Once she asked me where I liked to go out, it got clear pretty fast we had nothing in common. She told Becky she’d see me again, which was nice of her, but I was not so nice and still believed in the fairytale instant spark kind of connection - which I found out is real. Anyway. I got Becky to do my dirty work and decline, saying it wasn’t fair to her, so we never met up again.”


Willow stopped for a moment to take a breath and sigh.


“I thought that was the end of it because Becky only had the one lady-lovin’ friend, but then, months after those disasters, she tells me about Natalie. Natalie from Lit class, who’s smart, and sassy and witty, and pretty and that ‘my name had come up in conversation’. I planned to ignore it, but Becky didn’t see the harm in giving her my number. It wasn’t her fault, I didn’t say not to or anything. So she keeps texting me, and Becky keeps telling me I need to give girls a chance, how would I ever find someone if I didn’t date? So I said yes, I’d go and hoped that I’d learned from my awkwardness and it wouldn’t be so bad. Maybe I’d feel that spark. So we met up. No spark, but have to give it a chance, right? Maybe 'the spark' thing is unfair of me. Maybe it's just all in my head. Maybe no one feels it. Maybe it's not instantaneous. Maybe it develops. It's only fair to work out all the variables, right? So we went for dinner. Turns out smart means 'arrogant' and ‘sassy and witty’ means ‘mean and nasty’. And 'pretty', well, she was a crooked smile and a few shades lighter of blue away from being my type.”


She paused to smile at Tara, who smiled back, but Willow's faltered again quickly and her eyes clouded as she thought of the rest of the story.


“She made fun of people around us and talked about how stupid everyone else in her classes were. I didn’t know what turned on felt like yet but I definitely knew I was turned off. I refused dessert but she insisted on walking back with me. I tried to say my goodbyes and slip in the door, but she grabbed me and forced her lips on me. She totally thought she was being suave, but I hated it. It took me about three seconds to register what had happened, then I shoved her off me and she fell on her ass. She looked pissed off as she stood up and made a point of deleting my number in front of me. I was so relieved she didn’t have it any more and refused any more set-ups. No way, no how, don't care if it's Princess Diana back from the grave. Thankfully, since I found you all on my own.”


Willow took a long taste of her drink, while Tara stood there, slightly dumbfounded.


“Wow. I knew your dates never went well, I didn’t know…all that.”


Willow shrugged, dipping her straw in and out.


“Well…now you do. Imagine the story I would have had to tell if I really had gone on second and third dates like I told you I did when we first got together.”


Tara reached over and squeezed Willow's arm, then glanced over her shoulder and noticed Natalie was taking her turn bowling.


“I can’t believe Becky invited her. She knows all this?”


“Becky doesn’t get it like you do,” Willow replied, stirring her straw around the glass some more and being generally fidgety, “She just thinks it was a bad date. Relationship and relationship-related things are easy for her. Casual sometimes. It's just a difference in…operating systems. She still knows Natalie from around, I guess. They're doing the same major. She wasn’t trying to be mean, I hope. No, I know. She wasn't.”


“I guess,” Tara replied, then offered her hand to Willow, “Wonder why she came if you left off so badly.”


Willow gladly took it with a smile, then tossed an eye roll in the direction of the lane.


“If the fact that she just hit on me is anything to go by, probably something to do with her ego.”


“Excuse me?” Tara asked, eyebrows lifting on her brow.


Willow couldn’t help feeling a little smug at Tara’s reaction.


“Jealous?”


Tara shifted slightly on the spot.


“Maybe.”


Willow dropped Tara’s hand to put her arm around her girlfriend’s waist.


“No need, seriously. You know, it was actually good to get that all out. C’mon, not gonna let it ruin my awesome birthday so far.”


“Okay,” Tara agreed, smiling again, “Hey, didn't we have a table hockey challenge set up?”


Willow grinned.


“Oh, you're so on.”


They went over to the air hockey table and picked up a paddle each, then commenced a vigorous and laughter-filled game. Tara was winning 5-2 when they became aware of shouting and looked over to see Becky calling them over.


“Guess it's our turn,” Willow commented, “Lucky for you, I was hustling this whole time. I was right on the verge of giving you a whoopin'!”


“Later, gator,” Tara replied with a wicked grin.


Willow blushed, smiled, and saw her chance to get her own back as they approached the lane and she saw their names.


“Look baby, you’re under me.”


Tara took her turn to blush as well and stayed a step behind to appreciate the sway of Willow's hips.


Willow headed straight up to choose a ball and Tara sat onto one of the free seats. One of the men was next to her, and he offered his hand.


“Hey. I’m Dave, Kim’s boyfriend.”


Tara shook his hand.


“Oh, hi, I’m Tara, Willow’s girlfriend.”


A smile curled on Dave’s lips.


“Yeah, Kimmy mention you guys are, uh…” he said, nodding appreciatively, “Nice.”


Tara resisted rolling her eyes, unfortunately used to that reaction. Willow took her turn but only knocked down three pins and slinked back with a pout. Tara used the same ball and surprising herself, rolled a strike. Willow hollered and cheered for her and gave her a big hug on her return, to a slight leer from Dave and look of disdain from Natalie.


Tara sat back where she was before and Willow sat two seats away to talk to Becky. Tara could tell Dave was looking at her but made an effort to look anywhere but at him, until he addressed her directly.


“Can I ask you something?”


Tara’s nose scrunched for a second, but she forced herself to look at him and be pleasant.


“Um, yes. Sure.”


Dave came in closer, with a slightly amused smile and arms crossed loosely across his chest.


“Do you guys have like a lesbian birthday blowjob?” he asked, face completely straight the whole time, “Like celebratory cunnilingus or something?”


If Tara’s eyes were any wider, her eyeballs would have popped out. Luckily Becky’s date, who Tara hadn’t even had a chance to meet properly yet, called him away to help carry some beers and she could avoid answering.


Willow’s head whipped around watching him leave, then spun right back to Tara.


“Did I just overhear that right?”


Tara opened her mouth and closed it again, then finally spoke.


“Yes.”


Willow clocked her hand over her mouth as some laughter escaped.


“Remind me in future to have complete control of the guest list,” she said, quite serious though unable to stop laughing, “This is a disaster.”


Tara couldn’t help but find the giggling infectious.


“A funny one.”


They fell toward each other with laughter, which Willow finally ended by pulling Tara in for a smooch. They parted, slightly flustered and looked away coyly, thankfully avoiding those same stares as before.


“Ladies room break,” Tara said, clearing her throat and standing up, “Want another coke?”


“Um, root beer please,” Willow replied, “Wait a sec. Can I see your purse?”


Tara handed it over, unsure why exactly. Willow made it seem like she was having a look for something, but Tara noticed her slipping a $20 bill into her wallet discreetly.


“Thanks,” Tara said with a smile of recognition and Willow just smiled back, happy money wasn’t an issue between them anymore.


Tara squeezed Willow’s shoulder as she passed and made her way over to the bathroom. She didn’t notice eyes following her as she went.


Natalie slipped away from the group without any notice, as no one really had been paying any attention to her. She had been sure when asked to the party it had been at Willow’s request and was bitter watching the only girl to ever reject her play happy families with someone else.


She quietly approached the bathroom and peered inside. Only one stall was occupied. She hung around for a moment, then closed the door silently and went over to the bar. She snapped her fingers for the bartender.


“Hey, someone threw up all over your bathroom.”


“What?” he asked, face sweaty from keeping up with the busy bar, “Are you freakin’ kidding me?”


Natalie smiled, sweet as pie.


“If you give me the key, I’ll lock it up until you get a chance to deal.”


The bartender looked around for a moment at the other patrons trying to get his attention, then sighed.


“Alright, but bring it right back. Thanks.”


He threw her the keys, then rushed over to the other side of the bar where a drunk-looking woman was trying to reach over to put her mouth under the vodka spout. Natalie made her way back down the hallway and took great pleasure in pulling the doorknob in tight and locking it.


Inside, Tara heard the jingle and quickly wiped her hands on a paper towel. She went to leave, but the door wouldn’t budge. She tried again, pulling the knob as hard as she could.


“Hello…hello?”


Natalie grinned and skipped back to return the key.

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Willow smiled as Becky navigated her way back over to her and sat down.


“Hey birthday girl. Big 2-1. How’s it feel?”


“I had a legal beer earlier, that was fun,” Willow replied, playing with her frayed sleeves and admiring the delicate pattern all over again, “Looking forward to some birthday sex later.”


“Willow, you sly dog,” Becky replied, grinning and bumping Willow’s shoulder, then nodding towards Natalie who seemed pleased as punch to be sitting there on her own, “Sorry for inviting her. Didn’t think, really. I know you guys clashed, but she's still in my classes. She's normally not so quiet.”


“Thank god she is,” Willow said with a scoff, then brushed it off, “Hey, apart from all that, thanks for doing this for me. It is nice to mark the day. And the place looks great.”


“The decorations?” Becky asked and Willow nodded, “Tara did this.”


Willow looked around at the various balloons tied to the back of chairs, streamers and homemade banners on the walls and sides of machines, all put together with an artistic approach that was so obviously Tara now she took the time to look.


“She never said.”


“Yeah, she did everything but invite the people,” Becky replied, then smirked, “Obviously. I wanted to go to a different place that did a drinking game as you bowled, but she ‘politely suggested’ no.”


Willow smiled thinking of all of the effort and love that Tara had put into every single ounce of her birthday and marvelled at the fact that her girlfriend had thought she couldn’t compete with the very minimal effort Willow had put into hers. She vowed to make sure Tara had plenty of days just like this one.


“Hey, where is she, she just went to pee like…” she glanced down at her watch, “Twenty minutes ago.”


“Uh oh,” Becky replied, eyebrows lifting, “Did you get ditched?”


“Of course I didn’t,” Willow snapped, turning around in her seat to see if she could spot her girlfriend anywhere, “I hope she didn’t get sick. We didn’t eat yet, we were going to share some nachos. I’m going to check the bathroom.”


She found the hallway that led to the bathroom and tried to get into the ladies’, but of course, couldn’t.


“Tara?” she tried to call through, and heard a bit of a skirmish, then a voice up close to the door.


“Willow?”


“Baby are you sick?” she asked gently, “Open the door.”


“I can’t, it’s stuck,” Tara replied, voice a little shaky.


“What do you mean it’s stuck?” Willow asked, trying to open it more forcefully.


“It won’t open,” Tara replied, somewhat lamely.


Willow pushed on the door with all her might but it stayed still.


“Okay, I’ll be right back okay?”


She lifted her dress a little above her ankles so she could move quicker to the bar. She was a little rude shoving herself in front of people but didn’t care much in that moment.


“Your bathroom door is stuck.”


“It’s locked,” the bartender replied, cleaning a beer mug with a dishcloth, “Someone threw up in there, use the hotel next door.”


“Well then my girlfriend is locked in there!” Willow replied, voice rising.


“What? Shit,” the bartender replied, grabbing the keys again and getting a waitress to look after the bar.


They both hurried back to the bathroom, where the bartender opened it up and stepped inside to look around. Tara fell right into Willow’s arms, shaken up from the experience.


“I’m so glad to see you. I didn’t know what to do.”


“Where’s your phone?” Willow asked, rubbing comforting circles on Tara’s back.


“I left it at home, I didn’t think I’d need it,” Tara replied, feeling stupid.


Willow didn’t have time to reassure her before the bartender interrupted after checking each stall.


“No one threw up in here?”


Tara shook her head and the bartender’s brow creased.


“Some chick came up to me and told me someone spewed everywhere. I’m on my own tonight, I didn’t have time to come check. Said she’d lock it for me.”


Willow’s eyes narrowed in suspicion.


“Did she have brown hair to her shoulders and a green shirt on?”


“Yeah, yeah, her,” the bartender replied with a nod.


Willow’s eyes flashed with fury.


“That dumb bitch!”


She spun on her heels and marched back out to the bowling area, getting right up in Natalie’s face.


“Did you lock my girlfriend in the bathroom?”


Natalie just looked smug.


“Not my fault if she doesn’t know how to work doors. Are you guys retarded as well as frigid?”


Willow’s hands balled at her sides but Becky was right up beside her before she had a chance to use them.


“Hey, you don’t talk to my friends like that!” she said, physically pushing Natalie away, “I thought you were cool! Willow was right about you! Get the hell out of here!”


The bartender came up and stood between them.


“You can all get out. No fighting in this establishment.”


“We’re not finished with our game!” Dave, currently winning the game, whined.


The bartender indicated with his thumb over his shoulder.


“I don’t know or care what’s going on here but you’re disrupting everyone. Get out before I throw you out.”


“L-let’s just go,” Tara interrupted, awkwardly pulling at her own sleeve.


Both Willow and Becky turned to look at her and Natalie had the good sense to get out of there fast while they were distracted. Willow let go of her anger to comfort Tara and Becky decided not to argue their case off a look from Willow.


Everyone gathered their things, looked on impatiently by the bartender, and headed back outside.


“Jeez, Will...I don't know what to say,” Becky commented, rubbing her hands together as the cool night air hit them, “I'm really sorry.”


“Yeah, I know Becks,” Willow replied, “Least you know the truth now.”


Becky nodded, then looked around at her group of friends.


“We were thinking of heading into the city after anyway…Guessing you guys aren’t in?”


Willow shook her head.


“I’m beat, I just wanna go home.”


Becky nodded.


“You alright if we…?”


“Yeah, yeah, go ahead,” Willow agreed easily, then finally forced a smile, “Have a good night.”


There was a round of Happy Birthday’s as Becky’s crowd all set off, looking quite pleased to be in for a night of real partying. Willow and Tara walked back towards campus, both quiet; Willow feeling guilty for getting them thrown out and Tara, that their evening had been stained.


“I’m sorry,” Tara eventually said, breaking the awkward silence.


“Sorry? Don’t be sorry,” Willow replied, putting her hand on Tara’s shoulder and giving it a soft squeeze, “It is definitely not your fault.”


Tara sighed.


“I know, but I wanted your birthday to be special.”


“Tara, it’s been so special. So part three was a bit of a write-off, who cares, everything else so makes up for it,” Willow replied, genuine, “And there was lots of fun there, too. The stupid stuff doesn’t matter. Air hockey, watching your butt as you bowled, that super-smooch. Even the Cavemen were entertaining.”


“I didn't even meet Becky's date,” Tara replied, closing the top button on her sweater.


“Me either, really,” Willow replied, “We said hello. His name is Darren. He and Dave call themselves the Double D's, which I think pretty much sums them up.”


Tara smiled softly.


“Well...if nothing else comes from tonight, at least you know you were right to reject her the first time.”


“Oh, I was plenty sure, believe me,” Willow said, lips twitching with a frown, “I just hate her so much.”


Tara put her hand in Willow’s.


“Don’t let her have that kind of power over you. I know it was a really bad date, but it was just a date, and you just said all this doesn’t matter in the grand scheme.”


Willow kicked a stone under her foot.


“It’s not that…”


They were passing a street side bench, so Tara brought Willow over and sat them down.


“Tell me. I’m listening.”


Willow ducked her head, embarrassed and took a couple of moments to speak, but Tara waited patiently. Willow folded her arms over her chest, then dropped them and curved her hands under the bench instead.


“She stole my first kiss. It should have been yours.”


Tara took Willow’s hands up and into her lap with one hand.


“Oh honey,” she said softly, lifting the other hand to her girlfriend’s cheek, “That doesn’t matter to me.”


“It matters to me,” Willow replied, eyes cloudy.


Tara stroked Willow’s cheek and pulled her into a hug.


“Hey…it's not…not that your feelings aren't…but a forced kiss isn’t a real kiss anyway.”


“You think?” Willow asked, taking comfort from Tara’s embrace, “Really?”


“Yes,” Tara replied resolutely, “Very much. What she did is assault, Will, no one gets to force themselves on you.”


Willow shrugged and looked down again.


“Just…just wish it had been you. Not the assaulting, the…” she trailed off.


Tara could see she was pained.


“I didn’t know it was so important to you.”


Willow kept her eyes on the ground.


“People told me I was a loser for wanting physical stuff to be about love,” she replied, old hurt resurfacing from seeing her former date and talking about it now, “It’s not like I expected others to, I don’t care that other people don’t think like I do. I'm happy for anyone as long as they're happy and safe and not hurting anyone. But it wasn't me. I just wanted to be left alone to find...to find you.”


Tara was starting to sense what the real issue was.


“Do you feel like you let me down?” she asked gently and Willow nodded, “You didn’t. Not for one second. Even if you’d wanted the kiss or more from her, you still wouldn’t have let me down.”


Willow clumsily wiped at her eyes.


“I mean, I get that, and even you saying it wasn’t real. I just…wish it was different. That first touch against my lips, I wanted it to be you, I wanted to be with the person I loved. The moment we first kissed, I knew that.”


Tara tucked a piece of hair behind Willow’s ear.


“You know what’s more important than being someone’s first?”


“What?” Willow asked, sniffling.


Tara smiled and put her hand on the side of Willow’s neck to turn her head in.


“Being their last.”


Willow held Tara’s hand to her, touching it affectionately and smiled, eyes shimmering.


“You always know just what to say,” she said, hugging Tara tight and letting it linger.


She clung to Tara as she composed herself, then kissed her cheek.


“Love you so much, Tare-bear. First, last, everything.”


She pulled away enough to kiss Tara's lips sweetly, then took in a big breath and let it all go.


“Hey, let’s get some nachos from the 7-11 and share them at home; much comfier than those plastic chairs any day.”


They stood up and Tara smiled seeing a happier Willow.


“7-11 nachos? We’re really hitting rock bottom.”


“And a delicious bottom it will be,” Willow replied cheerily, eyes slyly falling behind, “Very delicious.”


“I defer to your superior knowledge on nachos,” Tara replied, lips quirking up on one side.


Willow smiled too and put her arm around Tara’s waist. While turning the corner towards the 7-11, she dropped her hand and took a squeeze. Tara jumped.


“Willow,” she said, embarrassed.


Willow pouted.


“It’s my birthday.”


Tara could deny that pout very little.


“You could use that as a weapon for world domination, you know.”


Willow opened the door for the store and threw a wink Tara’s way.


“Tara-domination is enough for me.”


Tara turned a quite noticeable red under the harsh fluorescent lights. Willow was quite proud of herself for that one and waltzed over to the nacho stand.


“Wanna share a Slurpee?” she asked Tara on the way, “You look like you could use some cooling. I like the cherry coke one.”


Tara just nodded quickly.


“Sure, sounds good.”


Willow got two containers of nachos and piled on the cheese and chilli from the machine, then filled a jumbo cup Slurpee. She threw a couple of candy bars in when paying and held the carrier bag on her wrist and the Slurpee in her hand, offering the other arm for Tara to link. Tara took it up straight away and they headed back the two blocks to campus.


“Sorry for teasing you,” Willow said as they hit the air.


Tara smiled.


“No you’re not.”


“Well, okay,” Willow admitted, smiling, “But not if it really makes you uncomfortable.”


Tara leaned over and pressed her lips to Willow’s cheek.


“I know, you’re sweet like that.”


It was Willow’s turn for her cheeks to colour at the press of her girlfriend's lips and she was glad they were in the dark. She’d calmed down by the time they’d reached their dorm and was eager to tuck into the nachos.


“I know I ate my heart out at lunch but I’m so hungry!” she said, plopping down on the bed and breaking everything open, “Come lay with me.”


Tara slipped off her shoes and lay down opposite Willow with the food between them. She picked up a chip and offered it to Willow.


“Much better than grapes,” Willow said as she took it between her teeth.


Tara had to admit there was a certain quality to the fake cheese that, while quite horrible, was addictive. They polished off the nachos pretty quick, then lay closer sharing the straw of the Slurpee between them.


“I like having food babies with you,” Willow said, hands over the engorged pouch of her belly.


Tara adjusted herself onto her side and gently rubbed Willow’s belly.


“What about real babies?”


Willow’s head flung around, eyes wide.


“You’re not pregnant, are you!?”


“Willow,” Tara replied, adopting a lower tone, “Think about that for a second.”


Willow gulped, then blushed.


“Can’t believe I just asked that. I wasn’t insinuating that you'd, you know, done something.”


“I know, sweetie,” Tara replied, kissing Willow’s neck, “Though sometimes you go so hard, I wouldn’t be surprised…”


Willow nearly choked on her sip of Slurpee and had to use quick reflexes to stop from spilling it all over the bed to put it on the nightstand. She threw herself over Tara as quick as her body could move her.


Tara shifted to take Willow’s weight but when she felt a hand start to pull at her sweater, she gently pushed her away.


“Wait…”


Willow pulled out the pout again.


“Birthday.”


Tara rubbed Willow’s shin under the dress.


“I know. But I want to show you your surprise.”


“My surprise?” Willow asked, brow creasing for just a second before shooting up again, “My surprise!”

[vampyregurl73]

Dibs!!!!

*runs off to read chapter*

I liked the chapter, but I have to say that I think Becky is kind of an asshole; she organizes "fun" for Willow but it's really fun for her and when Willow isn't interested she guilts her into participating. I mean it's all her friends at Willow's birthday party, she brings a girl Willow dated once, who is a big spoiled bitch all on her own (which kind of seemed like an odd person to invite) and seems surprised that she pulled a stunt. It seems like Becky gets more out of their friendship than Willow does... maybe it's just me...

Looking forward to Tara's surprise... those are always the best...

[loislane1]

Damn I missed again! Will be back later to comment

[Citanul]

Long time listener, first time caller. I have to say Laragh, I love your stories. With this run specifically you've made the trials of a young couple navigating dorm life come alive. One of the finer points of the tale is how you've managed to mine brief bouts of drama from the girl's interactions with dimwits and jealous harpies. This last post is a great example of that.

I'm looking forward to the remaining college years and summer breaks they have ahead as the story inches its way towards the start of Hacker Confidential.

[zampsa19752001]

Yay for excellent update-y goodness... I'm glad that all now know how big bitch Natalie is... Can't wait for the remainded of their birthday celebrations...

[branny72]

What was Becky thinking? And someone needs to teach Natalie a lesson that she will never forget! There was no excuse for her to hit on Willow or lock Tara in the bathroom. I'm glad that they didn't let it ruin their birthday celebrations though. I can't wait to find out what Tara's surprise is for Willow.

As always - thank you for giving me something to look forward to on Wednesday. This is one of the three stories I make sure I have time to read.

[willowtaralover]

YAY new College Confidential, one of my two favourite stories on the board

Becky seriously invited someone that Willow once went out with, even if they only went out one one date????????????? Why Becky Why??????

The guys started the game with some macho bravado and chest bumps when they scored....

Guys only perform chest bumps to show off their lack of breasts. They believe it makes them superior because girls can't do them.

"I have to admit, I’m pretty surprised. I figured you were frigid.”

Willow frigid!!!!!! Ha more like frisky Willow.

but I...still believed in the fairytale instant spark kind of connection

Which is why I love Willow and Tara

Love Tara using the phrase 'Lator Gator', makes you wonder what she would have been like if she had been in season 7.

A big YAY to Tara rolling a strike

Now my question regarding Natalie is who will kick the crap out of her first, Willow for locking Tara in the bathroom in the first place or Becky for ruining a decently good, if slightly raucous birthday party???????

Love that Willow's fears come to the surface once more. No matter how confident an image she projects Willow, like all of us, has those fears that she keeps hidden away until something extreme seems to force it out, but then she does have Tara to comfort her and reassure her.

So despite the presence of another unwanted girl at the bowling it was a nice success....until she locked Tara in the bathroom. But afterwards there was mucho fun flirting between the girls, Willow opened her heart, somehow believed she had got Tara knocked up And now Tara is about to give Willow her final birthday surprise which I'm pretty sure is going to be very provocative and I look forward to it heh heh.

[loislane1]

Another interesting chapter. I cracked up at Dave's question about the lesbian equivalent of a birthday blow job. That reminds me of conversations I have had with individuals over the years with ignorant and yet basically harmless individuals who want to know a little too much information.
For the rest again I go back to Becky being my favorite non-cannon character over the course the three fics. Not because she has great behavior here. Actually she is a bit of an idiot here regarding who she invited but at least she held the event where Willow wanted instead of the bar. She is still very immature in some ways though you get to see moments of maturity and hints as to the type of person she grows into later. What I love is seeing the growth of this character from the start of CC to the end of FC.
Regarding Tara getting trapped in the bathroom by Natalie my first thought is who the hell puts a key only lock on a bathroom door?! Bad business practice, that. Glad it was a minor altercation overall and sorry to see the whole group got kicked out though impressed Willow actually didn't kick Natalie's ass. Looking forward to the next chapter as I'm sure it will be quite spicy.
-H.

[Laragh]

vampyregurl73 -

Dibs!!!!

I liked the chapter, but I have to say that I think Becky is kind of an asshole; she organizes "fun" for Willow but it's really fun for her and when Willow isn't interested she guilts her into participating. I mean it's all her friends at Willow's birthday party, she brings a girl Willow dated once, who is a big spoiled bitch all on her own (which kind of seemed like an odd person to invite) and seems surprised that she pulled a stunt. It seems like Becky gets more out of their friendship than Willow does... maybe it's just me...

I don't disagree with you at all. Becky's intentions are never malicious but she is still in a growing place, and the result of that is some pretty blatant immaturity sometimes. But I do believe she learns. She learned from letting Willow wander off drunk that night, she's learned how to toe the line when it comes to Tara. Not friendship related, but she definitely learned from cheating. She's cocky and she's not very sensitive when it comes to teasing sometimes, but she's 21 years old and she's learning. She was the first person Willow came out to and supported her through it all. She adores Willow and Tara together and is fiercely loyal. She made Willow see sense and go back to Tara when they fought.

Becky probably does get more out of it right now, because Willow is stable, doing well in school, in a long-term relationship and generally very settled. Becky's life is way more up in the air. They're both exactly where they want to be at this point in time, but that doesn't mean that Becky's slightly more chaotic life doesn't call for extra support. Cycle through to Hacker and the wedding, moving, shooting; those are times when Willow (and Tara) needs it. There's also plenty of time between now and then where she'll be the supportive friend, and more times when she needs support herself and hopefully mostly time where they can just enjoy spending time together. I have no doubt Becky was brought to geeky movies and subjected to technobabble as much as Willow was brought to bars.

RE: the guests, Willow doesn't really have any other friends. Becky and Tara are her circle. Becky thought she was doing what was best, ie, bringing as many people as would come that Willow actually knew. I thought I had a line in there about Becky saying the other date she'd set up had declined in there with the ‘do you know how hard it is to get college kids to go bowling on a Saturday night’, but I must have edited it out. And if she had been throwing a party for herself, there would have been some former flames/dates on the guest list. So it made sense to her.

She also didn't get the extent to which the girl was a bitch. 'I thought you were cool'. Sometimes hate has to be directed at someone you love before you realise that it's not just joking around and it's not okay.

Looking forward to Tara's surprise... those are always the best...

Hope you enjoy it!

Thanks for your thoughts

loislane1 -

Damn I missed again! Will be back later to comment

The dibs quest is a patient but worthy cause!

Another interesting chapter. I cracked up at Dave's question about the lesbian equivalent of a birthday blow job. That reminds me of conversations I have had with individuals over the years with ignorant and yet basically harmless individuals who want to know a little too much information.

I find those interactions quite funny when they happen to me, but it definitely a point where you go 'eurgh, enough with the sleeze'. Funnily enough, I think I get it most from straight women who are just completely clueless.

For the rest again I go back to Becky being my favorite non-cannon character over the course the three fics. Not because she has great behavior here. Actually she is a bit of an idiot here regarding who she invited but at least she held the event where Willow wanted instead of the bar. She is still very immature in some ways though you get to see moments of maturity and hints as to the type of person she grows into later. What I love is seeing the growth of this character from the start of CC to the end of FC.

Yes, yes, yes. This is pretty much exactly it. She'll get there. She's growing. She even grows from where HC starts to where FC ends. As do a lot of the other characters. I think that's important in life, that you continue to expose yourself to opportunities to grow.

Regarding Tara getting trapped in the bathroom by Natalie my first thought is who the hell puts a key only lock on a bathroom door?! Bad business practice, that. Glad it was a minor altercation overall and sorry to see the whole group got kicked out though impressed Willow actually didn't kick Natalie's ass.

The lock - old building, shoddy place (located in a college area/Tara paid for it all so wouldn't have picked the most high-tech place), general cheapness (I know there's lots of nice places, but where I live bowling alleys are generally pretty run-down unless it's an all-purpose place that caters to kids parties)

The ass kicking - Blessing in disguise, I think, as Tara is not big with the violence and would not have appreciated a violent display. She finds it unsettling enough when Willow blows her top.

Looking forward to the next chapter as I'm sure it will be quite spicy.

Thanks for your feedback

Citanul -

Long time listener, first time caller

Well howdy

I have to say Laragh, I love your stories. With this run specifically you've made the trials of a young couple navigating dorm life come alive. One of the finer points of the tale is how you've managed to mine brief bouts of drama from the girl's interactions with dimwits and jealous harpies. This last post is a great example of that.

Thank you so much! I really like to keep the focus on them (it is a W/T and not a BtVS story after all) but I think it's important to keep some level of reality because I know I push the cringey/cheesy bounds (what can I say, I'm an uber romantic). I'm glad you're aboard the ship, I always appreciate someone letting me know they're reading

I'm looking forward to the remaining college years and summer breaks they have ahead as the story inches its way towards the start of Hacker Confidential.

Well I hope you continue to enjoy them, because I'm having a blast writing them!

Thanks for commenting!

zampsa19752001 -

Yay for excellent update-y goodness...

No dibs but you're here anyway

I'm glad that all now know how big bitch Natalie is...

First Tara attracts Mia and Willow, Natalie...I guess everyone does at some stage!

Can't wait for the remainded of their birthday celebrations...

Hope you enjoy

Thanks for commenting!

branny72 –

What was Becky thinking?

Becky was thinking 'need people. need people now. cannot throw dork party.'

And someone needs to teach Natalie a lesson that she will never forget!

Someone else said something similar, so I said let's all agree that she contracted a horrible STD and nobody touched her ever again.

There was no excuse for her to hit on Willow or lock Tara in the bathroom.

Except being a complete and utter bitch!

I'm glad that they didn't let it ruin their birthday celebrations though. I can't wait to find out what Tara's surprise is for Willow.

There was a clue way back in 'Part 2' but I'm not sure anyone picked up on it

As always - thank you for giving me something to look forward to on Wednesday. This is one of the three stories I make sure I have time to read.

I'm honored!

Thanks for commenting!

willowtaralover -

YAY new College Confidential, one of my two favourite stories on the board

Yay!

Becky seriously invited someone that Willow once went out with, even if they only went out one one date????????????? Why Becky Why??????

Because Becky would probably invite her own exes to her own party and didn't think that Willow might have different feelings about it!

Guys only perform chest bumps to show off their lack of breasts. They believe it makes them superior because girls can't do them.

That's some straight-up truth right there!

Willow frigid!!!!!! Ha more like frisky Willow.

And luckily Tara gets to know that

Which is why I love Willow and Tara

You and me both, buddy.

Love Tara using the phrase 'Lator Gator', makes you wonder what she would have been like if she had been in season 7.

Season what now?

A big YAY to Tara rolling a strike

I think it's all in the sway of the hips

Now my question regarding Natalie is who will kick the crap out of her first, Willow for locking Tara in the bathroom in the first place or Becky for ruining a decently good, if slightly raucous birthday party???????

The general consensus I'm having with people is she got a horrible STD and never had sex again. You can throw in some Becky badmouthing her around campus for good measure, if you want.

Love that Willow's fears come to the surface once more. No matter how confident an image she projects Willow, like all of us, has those fears that she keeps hidden away until something extreme seems to force it out, but then she does have Tara to comfort her and reassure her.

She does, like everyone, but it just brings them so much closer when they can share them with each other.

So despite the presence of another unwanted girl at the bowling it was a nice success....until she locked Tara in the bathroom. But afterwards there was mucho fun flirting between the girls, Willow opened her heart, somehow believed she had got Tara knocked up

You know I always want the fun to outdo the angst!

And now Tara is about to give Willow her final birthday surprise which I'm pretty sure is going to be very provocative and I look forward to it heh heh.

You know me too well

Thanks for the feedback!

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Update Directly Below

[Laragh]

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TITLE: College Confidential

AUTHOR: Laragh

CHAPTER RATING: NC-17

DISCLAIMER: Willow, Tara and any other characters from the Buffy the Vampire Slayer franchise belong to Joss Whedon, FOX, ME and a whole host of other entities, none of which are me.

SUMMARY: The first part of the prequel to Hacker Confidential and Family Confidential - the college years!

SPOILERS: Perhaps minor references to the show or stealage of dialogue, but nothing that would spoil the series.

FEEDBACK: Yes please

Chapter 72

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Previously:

Tara shifted to take Willow’s weight but when she felt a hand start to pull at her sweater, she gently pushed her away.


“Wait…”


Willow pulled out the pout again.


“Birthday.”


Tara rubbed Willow’s shin under the dress.


“I know. But I want to show you your surprise.”


“My surprise?” Willow asked, brow creasing for just a second before shooting up again, “My surprise!”

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Tara slipped off the bed and shyly put her hands on her skirt.


“So when I decided to make you a dress, I was going to make me one too,” she said, reaching behind to unzip her skirt and letting it fall, “I was going to attach this skirt to a top and add some sleeves to match…but when I found a nice top for it I thought you might prefer it…on its own.”


Willow took a moment to take a look at Tara’s legs as they came into view but finally looked up again.


“Colour me intrigued.”


Tara blushed and slowly started to unbutton her sweater, holding the sides together until the last one was undone. She slipped it off her shoulders and showed Willow what was underneath; a wide-strapped, faded aquamarine corset, with yellow designs embossed on it and yellow hooks coming up the middle of the front.


“It’s, um, a bit worn, but…” Tara started, making an effort not to toy with the green panties she’d gotten to match, “I didn’t think you’d mind.”


Willow was blown away and crawled over to touch the corset reverently.


“Oh my god,” she said, unable to resist touching the tops of Tara’s pushed up breasts, “I-I wasn’t expecting…I-I thought maybe you put a bow on your bra or something. You went to so much effort…”


Tara breathed a sigh of relief that it was well-received.


“I couldn’t afford something new like you wore for me but–”


Willow stopped her by putting a finger against Tara's lips and shaking her head.


“Has anyone told you you’re the greatest girlfriend in the world?”


Tara smiled softly.


“I dunno, I only have the one.”


“She’s the luckiest girl in the world, your girlfriend,” Willow replied, taking Tara’s hands and standing up with her, “Luckiest. Girl. In the world.”


She took Tara by the waist and pulled her in for a loving kiss. Before they got too heated, Willow broke off.


“Help me get out of my dress? I don’t want to ruin it. Love it so much.”


Tara helped lift the dress off Willow, who fixed it neatly over a hanger and hung it in the closet. She came back over to Tara who played with her bra straps.


“You know this was the bra you wore the first night, right?”


“One year less one day ago,” Willow reminisced, scrunching up her nose, “Why did I have to be such a spaz on my last birthday, it’s even making talking about it awkward.”


“How about ‘this weekend, last year',” Tara suggested, “Does that sound less awkward?”


“That’s neater,” Willow agreed with a smile, then looked down at her bra, “I didn’t actually. Know, that is. Or maybe I did somewhere and didn’t realise. It’s my ‘nice’ one. Wanted to look nice that day…wanted to look nice today.”


She scooted back up on the bed and offered her hand to Tara. Tara took it and laid down close to Willow, hand following the curve of her bra.


“I love how the red looks against your skin.”


She dropped her head and kissed the exposed parts of Willow’s breasts, then up to her throat. She cupped Willow’s breast as her tongue traced the curve of her girlfriend’s ear.


Her hand snuck underneath to undo the clasp of Willow’s bra and her mouth worked its way back down her girlfriend's chest.


Willow threw her arm out to let her bra fall off her wrist to the floor. She felt the stiff material of the corset against her torso as Tara pressed into her. Her arousal grew from the touch and visual and she moaned just at the thought of her girlfriend wearing it for her.


“Tara…” she moaned, feeling her nipples pebble under her girlfriend’s tongue, “You’re so sexy.”


Tara was spurned on and moved to the other side while pinching the nipple she’d left wet and firm. She could feel Willow’s hips squirming into hers and loved sliding their thighs against each other.


Her kisses were hungry on Willow’s breasts and her teeth were scraping against the sensitive skin from her lust. She was drawn back up to Willow’s neck, kissing and nipping her way up, to feel her girlfriend’s pulse now she had her heart racing.


She rested her lips in that spot for a few moments, then lifted them to Willow’s ear.


“Willow?” she whispered sensually.


“Mmm?” Willow just about managed to respond, enjoying the feel of Tara’s breath on her skin.


She felt a kiss on her jaw, then a smile against her.


“Do you want some ‘celebratory cunnilingus’?”


Willow’s face immediately cringed and she tucked herself into a ball with a laugh.


“Oh no, don’t,” she said, squirming with the awkwardness of it all, “I feel so bad for Kim that he even had to ask that question.”


“You know what, I couldn’t even tell if he was being sleazy or if he was just genuinely curious,” Tara replied, shaking her head.


“I don’t think the two are mutually exclusive,” Willow retorted with a snort, then hooked a finger in on the strap of Tara’s corset, “He might be on to something though…”


Tara put her hand on Willow’s knees and let her palm flutter up against her girlfriend’s thigh.


“You think?”


“Well, we’d have to do research,” Willow replied with a serious nod, “For science.”


Tara was enjoying the goosebumps she could feel under her hand.


“Science, huh?”


Willow could feel Tara's hand getting higher and higher and had to fight to remain composed.


“Uh huh. The scientific method is… very important.”


Tara paused, her hand just inches from Willow’s panties.


“How do we start?”


Willow glanced.


“Well normally you just head down th–” she started before finally getting Tara was still playing their game, “Oh! Science! We um, ask a question that we want to find an answer to.”


Tara pursed her lips in thought for a moment.


“Is oral sex better when performed in celebration of something?”


Willow was suddenly seeing science in a whole new light, one she enjoyed even more than her lab experiments, which was still quite a high bar for her.


“Then you do background research…”


Tara was enjoying it as well and let her fingers move under Willow’s panties, brushing over her hair.


“Well, we have personal testimony in a range of different occasions… locations… positions…”


Willow’s voice was starting to squeak.


“Construct a hypothesis.”


“Ooh, let me see if I remember my 8th grade science right…” Tara replied, idly slipping a finger between Willow’s lips, “If I eat Willow out on her birthday, then she’ll get wetter…scream louder…and come harder than on another day.”


Willow couldn’t stop from moaning and bucked her hips up into Tara’s hand.


“Test. Through experimentation,” she rattled off quickly, “Thorough experimentation.”


Tara offered a slow, sultry crooked smile that made Willow writhe with intense heat. She watched Tara’s head move down her body while her torso was lavished with wet kisses.


She was almost uncomfortably wet and trying not to squirm, but had to shiver when Tara finally removed her panties and the air hit her. Her belly tightened as Tara’s fingertips pressed in to her thighs to separate them.


Tara laid herself down comfortably between Willow’s legs and gently raked her short nails down one thigh while she licked the spilled arousal off the other. She could feel the heat emanating from her girlfriend as her lips moved closer and finally sank into the warm haven waiting for her.


Willow arched her back as Tara’s tongue finally slid between her lips. She spread herself as wide as her legs allowed her so she could feel the press of Tara's face across every millimetre of her heated flesh. She felt the sweet wiggle at her opening and the thirsty lapping that made her surge to offer more.


Low moans escaped her mouth as Tara dragged her bottom lip through Willow’s folds and closed around her clit. Willow cried out a strangled groan and clamped her thighs either side of Tara’s head.


She could feel the heat coiling in her belly as Tara tongued and sucked her clit, then dipped into her opening; repeating the circuit at different speeds and intervals to keep her on her toes.


Willow’s toes however had a different idea and were curled tight, ankles turned in against Tara’s hips.


“Oh god, I’m…I’m…oh…ohhh!”


She turned her head and bit the pillow to keep herself quiet, but the moans still pushed their way out. One hand clawed at the sheet, knuckles as white as the fabric while the other pushed Tara’s head right into herself and rocked against her face through a spine-tingling orgasm.


She slumped after the few seconds of high and let her thighs fall open to aid the tender clean-up Tara was treating her to. Little, tired moans escaped every so often, followed by one big sigh when she felt Tara finishing up.


Tara finally lifted her head and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, then brought her hand up and brushed her fingertips against Willow’s mound.


Willow giggled and shuddered, a mini-orgasm racking through her.


“Ooh, oh baby…”


Tara cupped Willow and moved back up to lie beside her, kissing her shoulder-blade.


Willow had her eyes closed and smiled.


“Hey, now we have to analyze the data…”


Tara was puzzled for a moment, then remembered their ‘research’.


“Of course, very important,” she replied with a playful mock-seriousness, “Hmm…subject showed considerable signs of lubrication and blood rush to the vulva, which could be described colloquially as ‘pink and puffy’…and very delicious.”


Willow blushed and opened her eyes to look at Tara suggestively.


“Subject felt intense arousal from the start, significant pleasure during plateau and toe-curling ecstasy during orgasm.”


Tara leaned in and pressed a kiss to Willow’s ear.


“Subject could be heard crying out with pleasure even through the muffle of thighs.”


Willow chuckled.


“Subject was reining it in even at that and made numerous teeth indentations in the pillow.”


Tara gently removed her hand from Willow and brought it up to circle her nipples.


“Subject remains a lovely shade of rosy red around swollen areola and exhibits sheen on forehead consistent with exertion.”


Willow looked impressed and made a come hither motion with her finger.


“Subject longs for a kiss to sate the residual tingling between her legs.”


Tara was more than happy to oblige with a kiss and a soft caress of Willow’s torso and arm. She started to move more intently on top, but Willow held her up.


“Wait, we have to form a conclusion,” she said, taking her science very seriously.


Tara just smiled; she loved the dedication.


“You’ll have to help me with this one.”


Willow looked to the ceiling and thought seriously for a minute, then smiled softly back at Tara.


“Verbal and physical reactions noted from both perspectives during testing of oral stimulation on a day of celebration, while high, correlate with levels on days of no note. It should be noted that it may be impossible to improve on previously recorded levels of perfection. After a year of background testing, those levels are steady, significant and mind-blowing with no anomalies to obscure data. It is an interesting and important aside however to log emotional attachment grows on a daily basis, on those with and without oral stimulation. It can be unquestionably assumed this bond will grow ad infinitum for every day the subjects remain with each other.”


She brought her hand to Tara’s cheek and cupped it tenderly.


“It is therefore fair to conclude that the day is of no importance, as long as the person remains constant.”


Tara turned her head in and kissed Willow’s palm.


“I love you.”


Willow grinned.


“You made science sexy, if I didn’t love you before I sure as hell would now!” she said and they both laughed, before she turned tender again, “But I did love you and always will.”


Tara leaned down to nuzzle noses, then curled their bodies into each other to cuddle. They enjoyed some silent intimacy for a few minutes before Tara turned and rested her chin on Willow’s shoulder and looked up into her eyes.


“Wanna know a secret?” she asked and got an answering nod, “I wrote another verse of your song.”


Willow’s eyebrows rose in surprise.


“You did?”


Tara nodded.


“Yeah.”


“Why didn’t you put it in?” Willow questioned, brow slightly creased.


“I was embarrassed,” Tara replied with a soft shrug and bashful smile, “I wrote it one evening after making love.”


That intrigued Willow considerably.


“Will you sing it to me now?”


Tara smiled softly, gently pulling on a piece of Willow’s hair.


“Well, since you have me feeling a little bold…”


Willow shifted herself so she could look right in Tara’s eyes and gave her the nod to start. Tara took a moment, then started to sing; quietly, intimately.


The moon to the tide…
I can feel you inside.

I’m under your spell,
Surging like the sea,
Wanting you so helplessly.
I break with every swell,
Lost in ecstasy,
Spread beneath my Willow tree…

You make me complete…

…you make me com-plete
You make me com-plete
You make me com-plete…


She looked at Willow through her eyelashes as she finished, whose mouth was slightly agape.


“You wrote me a dirty song!”


Tara blushed and smiled.


“Well, technically, I wrote a couple of dirty verses in an otherwise clean song.”


Willow laughed, deep and heartily and grabbed Tara by the waist, holding her as close as she could.


“I love it. I love both halves. I love every side of you.”


“You do?” Tara asked, coyly pleased.


Willow took a hold of Tara’s cheeks and kissed her, tender and passionate.


“I so unbelievably, undoubtedly, unconditionally do,” she said, kissing Tara three times in quick succession, then rolling her over and making a beeline for the clasps on the corset, “I love this but it’s time for it to meet the floor.”


She unfastened the first hook with some bumbling fingers and smiled bashfully when Tara covered her hands and helped her.


“Thanks. What's with me and my complete ineptitude with hooks?”


They got the rigid hooks undone and Willow did her best to bend the stiff material back to get it off Tara’s arms without twisting her. She sensed it was delicate, so she laid it on the floor instead of throwing it, then sat back to straddle Tara’s lap.


“Hey, your skin is all marked,” she commented, running her fingers along the red marks blemishing Tara’s skin where the corset had held her in around the chest.


“It had to be tight to not wear a bra,” Tara explained, and saw Willow frowning, “You said you liked it.”


“Not if it hurt you,” Willow replied, hating the thought of Tara hurting, but then brightened as she realised something, “I’ll have to kiss it better.”


She kissed the underside of Tara’s breasts, then around the tops and nuzzled in between. She nibbled on the fleshy bits of Tara’s breasts, then enjoyed tonguing her nipples into little rocks.


Her thigh wormed its way between Tara’s legs and rubbed up against her panties. She could feel the dampness coming through. Her lips pressed up to Tara’s throat and mouth and teased her girlfriend by rocking her thigh.


“Surging like the sea…” she spoke with a grin.


“Wanting you so helplessly,” Tara half-sang, half-breathed; eyes closed and body moving towards Willow, “Lost in ecstasy…”


Willow felt a clench starting in her stomach and moving down as she watched Tara writhe around. She hooked her thumbs into Tara’s panties and dragged them off, then laid back down on top to get that full body contact.


“Oh…” Tara rasped through a moan.


Her hands slid around to the small of Willow’s back, fingertips dipping down over her buttocks.


Willow adjusted herself so they were touching everywhere possible and turned Tara’s head towards her to kiss. They locked lips and started as they meant to go on; steamy and eager. Their kissing was interspersed with giggling as they grabbed and pulled at each other to get as close as possible.


Finally, Willow slowed down the kiss and rested her forehead on Tara’s. Her hand slid down Tara’s stomach and was about to slip between her legs when she felt a wrist brush off hers and then the linking of fingers.


She opened her eyes to see Tara’s already looking at her and smiled.


“Just gimme a sec.”


She adjusted her hips, giving Tara some pleasant sensations in the process. When she was comfortable enough and still giving them room, she kissed Tara again and let her hand explore her girlfriend’s folds.


Tara smiled against Willow’s lips and let one finger find her girlfriend’s clit. She rubbed through some shaky breathing into her mouth, then wetted two fingers and slipped them inside.


She felt Willow jerk against her and was jolting too, moments later when Willow returned the gesture.


They slid up and down each other and into various shifting positions until kissing had become mostly shared heavy breath with the odd lip caress in between.


Willow, back on top, was enjoying Tara’s hand on her back while the other worked between her legs. She grinded against Tara’s hips and moaned when she felt it returned.


“Tara…” she whispered, biting down on her own bottom lip, “Mmm…”


Tara clawed at Willow's back as the tension in her belly finally released. She turned her head into the pillow, giving Willow plenty of neck access to groan and moan her own orgasm into.


Willow clumsily rolled off, one leg half sticking out of the bed while the other was bent over Tara’s waist. Her sprawling contrasted with Tara’s neat frame; lying straight up and down, but she was too out of it still to be any kind of self-conscious.


Their breathing calmed and synced together as Willow’s chest lay half over Tara’s. Willow’s head gradually turned to rest her head on Tara’s shoulder and gently palmed her belly. She twirled a finger around Tara’s bellybutton, then danced them up her torso and then across her chest.


She thumbed Tara’s areola, then flicked her thumb over the nipple.


“Your nipples surprised me,” she said, breaking the silence and lulling Tara back from semi-unconsciousness.


Tara lifted and bent her arm under her head, making her chest protrude a little more.


“Why, did they just break into a can-can?”


Willow giggled and hid her face in the crook of Tara’s neck for a moment.


“No. Was thinking about this weekend last year again. First time I saw them properly.”


She ran her palm over the top of the hardening nipple.


“I thought all nipples looked like mine…pink and flat and just a little pokey. Yours were so big and dark and thrilling. Like a revelation.”


She closed her eyes and felt that wonderful exhilaration Tara’s body always inspired in her. She turned her lips in to kiss Tara’s shoulder blade and scraped her teeth there gently.


“Did anything surprise you about me?” she asked, glancing up to meet Tara’s eye.


Tara thought about it for a second, then her lips quirked up on one side.


“How strong your thighs are.”


Willow blushed but matched Tara’s smile.


“I feel so great right now. So happy. Like I, like WE, could do anything.”


“Should we streak across campus?” Tara suggested.


“No way, there’s a ‘For Willow’s Eyes Only’ stamp on your goodies,” Willow replied with a mock seriousness, then settled down again, “It’s just nice, the feeling. Like nothing can get in our way. Love you so much.”


“I love you too, darling,” Tara replied, putting a finger under Willow’s chin and tilting it up to kiss her.


They joined hands and kissed leisurely for several minutes before Willow stopped to touch Tara’s cheek and tuck a piece of hair behind her ear.


“I had the best birthday.”


Tara slid a hand down Willow’s waist and cupped her hip. She pressed their torsos together then pushed herself over so she was fully on top and they were touching everywhere.


“It’s not over yet…”


Willow’s eyelids fluttered closed as Tara’s lips ignited her skin all over again.


She rounded out her birthday with a big smile plastered to her face.

---

Willow skipped through the door to their room, pleased to see Tara standing in there when she walked through.


“Oh, hi.”


“Hi,” Tara greeted in return, pecking Willow on the cheek as she passed.


Willow smiled and set her books down, but noticed Tara was sticking to the one spot.


“Are you okay?”


Tara took a step towards something, which Willow noticed was her beat-up old CD player that hadn’t been used in a while.


“I found something today,” Tara said, opening what looked like a brand new CD, “I want to play it for you.”


Willow perched on her tiptoes to try and make out the CD, noticing it wasn’t like the rest of Tara’s collections, which were mostly local artists in plastic sleeves with original artwork.


“I could have downloaded that for you,” she replied, figuring Tara probably forked out $20, “‘Lot cheaper…free, even if you promise not to ask the details.”


“It’s not mine, Becky leant it to me,” Tara replied, fixing the CD in the player, “We were hanging out and she was playing it.”


Willow raised an eyebrow.


“You guys hang out now?”


“Haven’t we always?” Tara asked as she lined up the song.


Willow shrugged.


“I guess I didn’t know you did…without me.”


“You two hang out without me,” Tara replied, turning back to Willow with a soft smile, “She just needs a different set of ears sometimes. You’re still her bestie.”


She held her hands out, which Willow came over and took. Tara broke contact for a second to hit play on a song, then retook Willow’s hand.


“I was thinking about everything you told me on your birthday, and I just wanted you to really know how I felt.”


Willow’s brow creased, but made the wise choice to stay quiet and listen. She understood pretty quickly what Tara wanted her to hear.


I wanna be your last, first kiss
That you'll ever have
I wanna be your last, first kiss


She smiled, a real joyous smile, and crossed her wrists behind her girlfriend’s neck.


“Tara…”


Tara put her hands on Willow’s hips and they started to sway. They danced as the song played, Willow doing a couple of twirls, before returning back to swaying. Willow had her head on Tara’s chest and was humming.


I wanna be your last, first kiss
That you'll ever have
I wanna be your last, first love
‘Til you're lying here beside me with arms and eyes open wide
I wanna be your last, first kiss
For all time


Tara had put the song on repeat so it looped back as it finished. Willow lifted her head and rested her forehead against Tara’s.


“You will be. You are. All those things.”


Tara pressed her lips to Willow’s sweetly.


“I love you.”


“I know you do,” Willow replied, sighing and moving her head onto Tara’s shoulder, “I love you too.”


Tara copied the action and they swayed, finding bliss in each other’s arms.

[zampsa19752001]

Dibs-y Goodness again

Yay for excellent update-y goodness... Willow & Tara sure find lovely ways to celebrate...

[vampyregurl73]

I love anberlin and that is such a sweet song, very nice update.

[branny72]

UPDATE-Y GOODNESS!!

Well, now wasn't that a very nice "science" experiment...

The song and dance at the end were a perfect ending...

Thank you for a fantastic update!!!

[willowtaralover]

YAY new College Confidential

Willow took a moment to take a look at Tara’s legs as they came into view but finally looked up again.

Tara legs, let the drooling begin

You know this was the bra you wore the first night, right?” “One year less one day ago,” Willow reminisced, scrunching up her nose, “Why did I have to be such a spaz on my last birthday, it’s even making talking about it awkward.” “How about ‘this weekend, last year',” Tara suggested, “Does that sound less awkward?”

“That’s neater,” Willow agreed with a smile, then looked down at her bra, “I didn’t actually. Know, that is. Or maybe I did somewhere and didn’t realise. It’s my ‘nice’ one. Wanted to look nice that day…wanted to look nice today.”

She scooted back up on the bed and offered her hand to Tara. Tara took it and laid down close to Willow, hand following the curve of her bra. “I love how the red looks against your skin.”

She dropped her head and kissed the exposed parts of Willow’s breasts, then up to her throat. She cupped Willow’s breast as her tongue traced the curve of her girlfriend’s ear. Her hand snuck underneath to undo the clasp of Willow’s bra and her mouth worked its way back down her girlfriend's chest.

I've highlighted all this because I just love the way that whilst it's sensual it isn't written in a way that is 'fnarr fnarr', if you understand what I mean but is instead sweet and loving.

“Tara…” she moaned, feeling her nipples pebble under her girlfriend’s tongue, “You’re so sexy.”

Yes, yes she is

Did you get the idea for the Science Question game from Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom as it reminds me of the scene where Indy is talking to Willie Scott about primitive mating rituals.

“You wrote me a dirty song!”

Yup, that's our Tara. Nice sweet and innocent on the outside but inside a mind filthier than a sailor

Her hands slid around to the small of Willow’s back, fingertips dipping down over her buttocks.

“Should we streak across campus?” Tara suggested.

Yes, yes you should LOL.


I like the fact that Becky and Tara hang out together. It shows that Tara has come out of her shell much more while Becky has learned, and is still learning, about other people's lines and not to cross them so she doesn't upset people. Would like to see some scenes with them together.

Great chapter Laragh and a fantastic end for Willow's birthday. And loved their endearments to one another, can't wait for the next part.

[loislane1]

Not even close to a dibs this week - you usually post around lunch time for me but work is crazy busy so by the time I caught this on Wednesday I was a sports arena away from dibsland. Ah well, I shall keep dreaming. I will say reading this was a lovely mental break from the hectic week. The song at the end was very sweet. I tend to use music for clear expression of feelings sometimes. I am apparently on a reminisce about my wedding streak today but we built a play list of songs that meant something to us in our relationship and used those as the background music before and during the meal. Everything from Earth, Wind, and Fire's September, to hands by Christi Peretti, to a little Melissa Etheridge as well. I love seeing a close moment like this using a song.

For the rest of the chapter all I can say is what a difference a year makes. Your ability to show the growth of the intimate part of their relationship from that first kiss to the first time that was so sweet and so terribly awkward yet loving to now is wonderful. It is also interesting to see some of the insecurity still there for Tara but much diminished from the year before as well. On a side note I may need to get my wife a corset as a Christmas gift.....hmmm....anyway, the other part of this chapter I really enjoyed was the conversation and honesty. I loved the comment from Willow that Tara's nipples surprised her the year before and the short conversation that ensues from there. This is part of your ability to bring individuals to life and provide depth and dimension to them in your writing that makes reading your stories so enjoyable.

As always, looking forward to the next round.

-H.

Oh - thinking of music I have to tell you the first time I read Hacker and Willow got lost in the funk of Earth Wind and Fire I actually laughed out loud because my wife and I usually agree that you can never go wrong with EWF.

[Citanul]

Great chapter. I can't think of a better way to teach the scientific method. Love the romance and tender moments that come so naturally. This was a very good read.

[Laragh]

zampsa19752001 -

Dibs-y Goodness again

Yay for excellent update-y goodness... Willow & Tara sure find lovely ways to celebrate...

That they do Glad you enjoyed it!

Thanks for commenting

vampyregurl73 -

I love anberlin and that is such a sweet song, very nice update.

I became a fan when I heard that song for the first time, really enjoy them now. Glad you liked it

Thanks for your feedback from a fellow fan!

branny72 -

:balloons UPDATE-Y GOODNESS!!

Let me tell you, that kind of celebration makes my heart sing

Well, now wasn't that a very nice "science" experiment...

Advancements in the field are very important

The song and dance at the end were a perfect ending...

I'm really glad you enjoyed it, I get major W/T feels when I listen to that song so I had to include it!

Thank you for a fantastic update!!!

Thank you for the feedback

willowtaralover -

YAY new College Confidential

Yay, more feedback from Rick

Tara legs, let the drooling begin

You're a predictable man when it comes to this kind of thing

I've highlighted all this because I just love the way that whilst it's sensual it isn't written in a way that is 'fnarr fnarr', if you understand what I mean but is instead sweet and loving.

Well they are sweet and loving so that's all down to them!

Yes, yes she is

Careful with that tongue hanging out or Willow will cut it off!

Did you get the idea for the Science Question game from Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom as it reminds me of the scene where Indy is talking to Willie Scott about primitive mating rituals.

I did not! I've actually never seen Indiana Jones...I just got the idea from my own general dorkiness!

Yup, that's our Tara. Nice sweet and innocent on the outside but inside a mind filthier than a sailor

And that is why we love her!

Yes, yes you should LOL.

That would be a sight!

I like the fact that Becky and Tara hang out together. It shows that Tara has come out of her shell much more while Becky has learned, and is still learning, about other people's lines and not to cross them so she doesn't upset people. Would like to see some scenes with them together.

Their relationship will be featured, don't worry!

Great chapter Laragh and a fantastic end for Willow's birthday. And loved their endearments to one another, can't wait for the next part.

So glad you enjoyed it, hope you continue to

Thanks for commenting!

loislane1 -

Not even close to a dibs this week - you usually post around lunch time for me but work is crazy busy so by the time I caught this on Wednesday I was a sports arena away from dibsland. Ah well, I shall keep dreaming.

A sports arena sounds a whole lot more exciting! Hope you had fun

I will say reading this was a lovely mental break from the hectic week.

I'm so glad, some fluffy escapism is exactly what I want to produce!

The song at the end was very sweet. I tend to use music for clear expression of feelings sometimes. I am apparently on a reminisce about my wedding streak today but we built a play list of songs that meant something to us in our relationship and used those as the background music before and during the meal. Everything from Earth, Wind, and Fire's September, to hands by Christi Peretti, to a little Melissa Etheridge as well. I love seeing a close moment like this using a song.

I feel the same. I have so many lyrics saved and I have a whole playlist of Willow/Tara songs that I listen to when I want to cheer up. If I ever get married or am in a long term relationship, I hope I have a playlist as awesome as yours!

For the rest of the chapter all I can say is what a difference a year makes. Your ability to show the growth of the intimate part of their relationship from that first kiss to the first time that was so sweet and so terribly awkward yet loving to now is wonderful. It is also interesting to see some of the insecurity still there for Tara but much diminished from the year before as well.

Well thank you, it's not perfect by any means but I do try my hardest to keep it consistant. Same goes for continuity, I have the worst memory for my own writing for some reason!

On a side note I may need to get my wife a corset as a Christmas gift.....hmmm....

anyway, the other part of this chapter I really enjoyed was the conversation and honesty. I loved the comment from Willow that Tara's nipples surprised her the year before and the short conversation that ensues from there. This is part of your ability to bring individuals to life and provide depth and dimension to them in your writing that makes reading your stories so enjoyable.

I love, love, love writing those little intimate conversations. My fics are 'smut-heavy' because it sort of became my thing, but they're actually my least favourite thing to write these days. Those snippets in between make it fun for me.

As always, looking forward to the next round.

-H.

I sure hope you continue to enjoy the fic as it progresses

Oh - thinking of music I have to tell you the first time I read Hacker and Willow got lost in the funk of Earth Wind and Fire I actually laughed out loud because my wife and I usually agree that you can never go wrong with EWF.

I love me some EWF! I always said I wanted to get married on September 21st just so September could be the wedding song.

Thanks for all of your thoughts!

Citanul -

I can't think of a better way to teach the scientific method.

I'm not sure the school district would approve...but the rest of us sure would!

Love the romance and tender moments that come so naturally. This was a very good read.

I'm glad you enjoyed it! I can't take much credit, Willow and Tara effuse it all so naturally!

Thanks for commenting

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Update Directly Below

[Laragh]

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TITLE: College Confidential

AUTHOR: Laragh

CHAPTER RATING: NC-17

DISCLAIMER: Willow, Tara and any other characters from the Buffy the Vampire Slayer franchise belong to Joss Whedon, FOX, ME and a whole host of other entities, none of which are me.

SUMMARY: The first part of the prequel to Hacker Confidential and Family Confidential - the college years!

SPOILERS: Perhaps minor references to the show or stealage of dialogue, but nothing that would spoil the series.

FEEDBACK: Yes please

Chapter 73

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Tara stepped out of the doors from the classroom and took in a deep breath of the warm, fresh air.


She took her phone out of her pocket, which had been switched off during her sociology exam, and turned it back on again. It buzzed almost immediately with a text from Willow saying she was studying under their tree.


Tara headed in that direction and approached Willow from behind, surprising her with a cheek kiss.


“Hello, pretty lady.”


“Hello prettier lady,” Willow greeted, smiling as Tara sat opposite her, “Get my text?”


“I did,” Tara replied, returning the smile warmly, “This is the most relaxed I’ve seen you in days.”


“Just need to hand in my lab books tomorrow and I am DONE,” Willow replied exuberantly, thrilled to be finally free of exam stress, “How about you? How was sociology?”


Tara took Willow’s legs across her lap and rubbed her shins over her girlfriend’s jeans.


“Good, I think. I knew most of the questions. Just have Child Development in the morning, hand in my art assignment in the afternoon and then, my love, we have the whole summer ahead of us.”


“Bliss!” Willow replied, leaning forward to take Tara’s hand, “I am so looking forward to the summer. You, me, Harry Potter!”


“Harry Potter is joining our relationship?” Tara asked.


“I wish!” Willow added, quickly blushing, “Um, no. The fifth movie is being released and the last book is coming out. Just a very Harry-centric summer. I'm excited about it.”


“I’m glad you’ll have something to keep you occupied,” Tara replied, letting her fingertips caress Willow's ankles.


Willow looked towards Tara.


“Actually, speaking of that… I got an offer today.”


Tara squeezed Willow’s calf.


“I hope it wasn’t for a date. I’ll have to kick some butt,” she said jokingly.


Willow grinned and shook her head.


“You mean with your ‘swimming’ skills?” she retorted, “Nope. No butt-kicking necessary. Last week my psych professor was talking about summer research assistant positions. He gave forms to everyone so I filled it out not thinking much of it but he said today I got it if I want it. It’s extra credit and something to do when you’re off working and volunteering.”


“Wow, that’s exciting,” Tara replied enthusiastically, “What’ll you be doing?”


“Research assistant-y type things,” Willow answered with a shrug, “It’s just for four weeks, July timeframe. I didn’t say yes officially. Think I should?”


“Definitely,” Tara replied, nodding her head, “Sounds like a great opportunity and I won’t feel so guilty being gone.”


“‘Kay, I’ll do it,” Willow replied with a pleased smile, “Feel pretty honoured to be chosen actually.”


Tara leaned over and pressed a lingering kiss against Willow’s lips.


“You’re amazing. I’m so proud of you.”


Willow blushed and ducked her head but her smile could still be seen shining through. Eventually she looked up and met Tara’s eye. They started to lean towards each other but were interrupted as someone dropped down between them and put an arm around either with a flourish.


“Thy eternal summer shall not fade, nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st, nor shall death brag thou wand'rest in his shade, when in eternal lines to time thou grow'st.”


Willow begrudgingly moved her legs from Tara’s lap so Becky wasn’t sitting on them.


“Could you translate for the study-addled brained among us?”


Becky took her arms back and settled her hands in her lap.


“You guys look happy.”


“We’re very happy,” Willow replied, smiling across at Tara.


Becky kicked her feet against the grass.


“I wish I had a happy someone to help lug my bags home this weekend.”


“What happened to the guy you were seeing?” Tara asked, tone gentle.


“Summer splitsville,” Becky replied but didn’t look too cut up about it, “Mutual agreement this time.”


“Always more pleasant than the dumping variety,” Willow cut in, glad there was no drama to detract from her good mood, “What do you have left?”


“Just assignments due end of the week thank god,” Becky replied, suitably bored about it all, “Nothing a few nights on redbull can’t solve. You guys?”


“Lab reports; one exam and art assignment,” Willow said, pointing at herself and Tara respectively, “And I got some work!”


Becky leaned over, intrigued.


“For real?”


Willow nodded, teeth flashing in a grin.


“Not the money kind, but even better, for credits. Research assistant.”


“Sounds fancy,” Becky replied, looking impressed, “I was thinking of finding some but I figure I’ll milk Daddy as long as I can. Besides I’ll be doing student teacher gigs next year, I plan on sleeping all day and partying all night while I still can.”


“We wouldn’t have you any other way, Beck!” Willow replied with a playful punch to Becky’s arm, who replied by wrestling her to the ground.


Tara brought her knees up to stay well clear of the ‘skirmish’ as the other two traded friendly insults. They finally let up, much to Tara’s relief, and Becky stood to dust herself off.


“Wanna grab a pizza Friday night before I go?”


“I’m in,” Willow nodded, and looked to Tara who nodded too, “We’re in.”


“Great,” Becky replied with a smile, “Gotta go, ciao lovebirds.”


Tara waved and Willow nodded an acknowledgement, then scooted closer to her girlfriend.


“Sorry.”


“Hmm?” Tara asked, knees still up.


Willow put a hand on Tara’s back.


“You didn’t like the rough and tumble.”


Tara rested her chin on her knees.


“Thought you only wrestled with me.”


“It wasn’t anything like that,” Willow reassured immediately.


Tara gulped once.


“Was there ever–”


“Big fat honkin’ no,” Willow interrupted, moving her hand up and twirling the end of Tara’s hair, “No one but you.”


They slowly met in a smile and Tara’s cheeks turned pink.


“I don’t know where that came from.”


“It’s okay,” Willow replied, understanding, “I love you.”


Tara leaned over enough to peck her.


“I love you too.”


“Wanna grab a coffee?” Willow suggested, “My treat.”


“Okay,” Tara replied with a smile.


Willow helped her stand and gathered her lab book and pencil case which Tara kindly offered to carry in her satchel. It was only two minutes to the coffee shop and there was one table left outside, which Willow snatched just before another couple tried to. Tara had to smile politely as they sneered and went inside but Willow was smug.


“Too slow,” she said, proudly wiggling her butt into the seat, “Who’d want to be inside on a day like this.”


“Willow, don’t be so rude about it,” Tara said as she sat opposite.


“I’m just teasing,” Willow protested.


“Nice teasing for others,” Tara replied, then scooted her chair around so she was right next to Willow and could whisper, “Naughty teasing for me.”


Willow gulped and felt a warmth settle in her belly as Tara’s hand settled on her thigh.


“Think I’ll get my mocha on ice.”


Tara smiled to herself but gave Willow a reprieve and took her hand back.


“I want cool too, I think I’ll get one of those raspberry and lemon iced teas.”


“I’ll get it!” Willow said, jumping up and nearly knocking the table in the process, “Shit. Um, be right back.”


Tara steadied the table while Willow went inside to order and waited patiently for her to return, enjoying the smell of fresh cut grass and spotting the flowers that had popped up for summer.


Willow returned carrying a tall glass in each hand and with a girl in uniform right behind who had two plates.


“I was going to get a muffin, but they had these really nice paninis, got ‘em warmed up and everything,” Willow said, shooting the girl a smile of thanks as she went back inside, “Beats dried out baked potatoes in the cafeteria.”


“Mmm, looks yummy,” Tara said, taking her iced tea politely when handed it, “What’s in ‘em?”


“Pesto chicken, mozzarella and caramelised onions,” Willow replied, already pulling one half of hers up so the cheese stretched, “This was a good idea. I love stretchy cheese.”


“You do love those string cheese things,” Tara nodded, using her silverware to cut into her sandwich, “This smells really good.”


“‘ellishious!” Willow replied through a bite, having to try really hard to chew the mozzarella and not choke.


She took a big swig of her iced coffee to help it down and accidentally left a blob of whipped cream on her nose. Tara smiled and reached over to wipe it off with her thumb.


“Whoops,” Willow said, lifting her napkin to her nose and mouth and wiping any more.


Tara put the corner of her thumb in her mouth and licked the cream off. She watched Willow’s hair fly out in different places from the exertion of scrubbing and found her hair brush in her satchel and started to brush her girlfriend’s hair.


“Sorry, I’m a big mess,” Willow said, but enjoyed the soft glide of the brush, “I’m making your lunch go cold.”


Tara turned Willow’s hair in at her neck and kissed the spot below her ear.


“As long as the cheese stays stretchy, we’ll survive.”


Willow glanced down and giggled and reached for Tara’s hand to hold between as they tucked back in.


“Feeling really good right now,” she said, dragging a finger across the plate to catch some dropped pesto, “You have your stuff and I don’t have to do a bogus class. This is going to be a great summer.”


“Our last,” Tara commented, leaving her silverware neatly on the empty plate.


“Hmm?” Willow asked, resisting the urge to lick her plate by sipping her coffee through the straw.


“We’ll have graduated by next summer,” Tara clarified, foot slipping out of its shoe to caress Willow’s shin.


“Whoa…that’s way too heavy to think about. Let’s talk about something else,” Willow replied, shaking her head quickly, “Summer. I want to do stuff, go to concerts and and days out, have movie marathons. Summer of fun. Summer of– you know people can see under the table right?”


“I’m not exactly stripping you naked,” Tara replied with a half-grin, “But if you want me to stop…”


“No, no,” Willow said quickly, sticking her shin right out for maximum access, “If you’re good, I’m great. So, yes. Really want to enjoy this time with you. I know you’ll be busy as a bee, but you’ll still have a little time for me, right?”


Tara switched her hand out from under Willow’s and squeezed gently.


“Willow, I will always make time for you.”


Willow smiled softly and lifted Tara’s hand to kiss her knuckles.


“Thought I might have to whip out the puppy dog eyes.”


Tara moved her hand to cup Willow’s cheek.


“No, darling. I won't neglect you.”


Willow smiled and looked up through her lashes.


“You’re definitely not…neglectful.”


Tara felt her belly flop and took a long drink from her iced tea.


“You’re dangerous, Willow Rosenberg.”


Willow leaned in, chin resting on her fist.


“Wow, I’ve been called dork, dyke, dweeb…never dangerous.”


Tara leaned back in the same pose.


“Dangerously attractive.”


Willow scoffed.


“Now I know you’re delusional – another d word.”


“Delightful, dependable…” Tara rattled off, then trailed a single finger down Willow’s arm, “Delicious.”


Willow’s eyes glanced down to her arm and back up.


“Demure,” she countered.


Tara couldn’t help being lost in their own little world. Her hand fell to Willow’s knee and creeped up her thigh.


“Desirable.”


Willow felt Tara’s fingers scrape against her inner thigh and quickly swallowed to keep the squeak out of her voice.


“Dorm.”


Tara frowned.


“That’s not very descriptive.”


Willow stood up, pushing her chair back with her.


“No. Dorm. Now.”


She grabbed her glass and downed her coffee in three big gulps. Tara felt her cheeks colour as she understood and finished her tea, more discreetly though still quickly, through the straw.


It was still in her clutch when Willow took her hand and tugged her up, so she abandoned the last bit to give herself a chance to grab her satchel from the ground.


Their hands stayed tightly interlocked as they walked briskly across campus. Willow was starting to bounce by the time they reached the building and was practically springing up to the ceiling when they got to their door.


Her eagerness made her shove Tara through when her key was barely out, which resulted in them both stumbling forward. They went to grab each other to steady and staggered around before collapsing onto the bed together.


After each gave the other the once-over for injuries, they locked eyes and burst into giggles. Willow shuffled up to give Tara room to swing her legs on, then traced a finger along her girlfriend’s hairline and around her ear.


“I love you so much, darling.”


Tara turned her head in to kiss Willow’s palm.


“Dearest.”


Willow smiled.


“Oh, we’re getting into that again, are we…?”


Tara kicked off her shoe and tucked her toe under the flare of Willow’s pants to drag them up her shin.


“I like where it led.”


Willow took advantage of the fact that Tara was wearing a skirt and used her hand to do the same motion on her girlfriend’s calf.


“In bed with you is always a wonderful destination.”


Tara’s eyes flashed with arousal and she motioned Willow closer with her finger.


Willow felt that icy hot rush of blood that only Tara could elicit from her and threw her leg over. She used her weight to press Tara right back into the bed. She turned her head into Tara’s neck and gently grinded into her while kissing below her ear.


Tara tilted her head to the side, her jaw quivering as Willow’s lips caressed her skin. Willow felt the tremble and pressed herself more firmly into Tara, who finally let out a moan. She slipped her hands around to cup Willow’s butt through her pants.


Her hands moved inwards quite quickly and tugged the knot of the drawstring free and worked her fingers around the three vertical buttons. She pushed the fabric down but was surprised when her hands were met with skin.


“Why aren’t you wearing panties?”


Willow lifted her head, hair just starting to muss and glanced over to the corner of the room when their laundry hamper had a bit more bulge than usual. Tara blushed; she had always taken care of it before but had slacked off in the busy weeks.


“Fallen a bit behind with finals and everything.”


Willow saw the discomfiture on Tara’s face and quickly shook her head.


“I’ll do it later.”


Tara couldn’t help a quick laugh.


“You’ll do it? You haven’t done it in over a year.”


Willow smarted, humiliated.


“Okay, I get it, I’m lazy, but you don’t even give me a chance, you just take it down every week!”


Tara winced at how quickly Willow had gotten so loud. She took a moment to compose herself, not wanting to wilt away.


“Do you want to do it?” she finally asked, calmly.


“Well…no,” Willow admitted, then tacked on, “But I would if you asked! …I just might need a refresher course on those detergent quantities and colour separating stuff is all.”


Tara decided whatever argument they were on the verge of having just wasn’t worth it.


“I’ll do it tomorrow, you can borrow some of my panties ‘til then.”


Willow was caught between wanting to prove herself and really not wanting to do the laundry. Although she had enjoyed her first laundry date with Tara, the novelty had worn off quickly when faced with doing it alone.


Eventually laziness won out.


“Are you sure?”


“Yeah, it’s no trouble,” Tara replied, putting her hand on Willow’s upper arm and squeezing gently.


“I can do it,” Willow said back, tone still defensive.


“I’m sure you can,” Tara replied, clued in now on how to handle things, “But I like it, I find it relaxing.”


Willow knew she was being pacified a little, but appreciated the gesture more than being resentful, knowing she’d been a bit of a brat.


“I should have just said it was a surprise for you,” she said, removing her pants the rest of the way and sitting back to straddle Tara, before adding on a bit lamely, “Surprise! …if you still want to…?”


Tara smiled, playful mood settling over them again.


“I dunno, maybe you’ll have to convince me…”


Willow grinned and started to unbutton her blouse.


“What a coincidence…I just aced Convincing 101.”


She finished unbuttoning but let the shirt hang there and unhooked her bra so she could do the sleeve trick and keep Tara guessing. She finally shrugged it off and dropped it on the ground, but only let Tara look at her naked body for a moment before she moved off.


“Oh…shouldn’t do that…need to fold it nice and neat.”


She bent right over and took her time straightening up again, then turned back to see Tara’s cheeks had started to flush. She left her neatly folded shirt on the nightstand and re-straddled Tara.


“Initial phase of persuasion successful, moving onto beta phase…”


She slipped her hand under Tara’s top and gently raked her nails over her girlfriend’s stomach. She felt Tara’s muscles jump as she lifted the top over her head. She watched Tara’s breasts bounce as her back lifted to aid the divesting.


“Swaying in progress…”


She dropped her mouth to Tara’s belly button and kissed all around as a hand reached under her girlfriend’s skirt to palm her thigh.


Tara tried to spread her legs but was constrained by the material of her skirt. Willow grinned against her girlfriend’s skin but kept her hand where it was as she lifted herself back up to Tara’s face.


“Convincing complete.”


Tara put her hands behind Willow’s neck and pulled her down for a steamy kiss. Tara’s bra felt abrasive against Willow’s swollen nipples and she was quick to get it off. Some tousles and snatches later, the rest of Tara’s clothes were on the floor.


Willow had her hands moulded around Tara’s breasts and a thigh pressing between her girlfriend’s legs, feeling her heat. Her own hips squirmed as she felt her own arousal grow.


She released Tara’s lips to kiss along her jaw and down to her girlfriend’s ear. She took the lobe between her teeth then let her breath hit the spot and whispered.


“Wanna 69?”


“Hmm?” Tara replied, distracted by rounding her hips against Willow’s thigh.


Willow rolled her palm over Tara’s nipple.


“I said…wanna 69?”


Tara’s brow furrowed just slightly.


“Well…sure. If you’d like.”


Willow saw the look on Tara’s face and dismissed it.


“Don’t worry about it, thought you liked it.”


“I’ve only heard it once or twice,” Tara replied, sitting herself up on her elbows, “But I don't mind.”


“Heard it?” Willow questioned, bewildered.


“The song,” Tara clarified, “You know the…”


She starting humming the chorus to Summer of 69 and Willow laughed.


“Oh, hahaha. Okay, you got me.”


It was Tara’s turn for confusion.


“I got you what?”


Willow laughed again but paused when Tara continued to look perplexed.


“Tara…I’m not talking about the song. I’m talking about the, you know, act.”


“The act?” Tara asked, completely lost.


“The… position?” Willow amended, gesturing between them, “We’ve done it before…you know, when I get on top upside down and we…please each other?”


Tara’s cheeks turned scarlet and she hid her face in a pillow. Willow put a hand on her girlfriend’s shoulder and tried to coax her out.


“Oh Tara, it’s okay, it doesn’t matter.”


“I didn’t know it had a name,” Tara replied, muffled though comprehensible.


“It’s cause the people look like a 6 and 9, geddit?” Willow asked, moving her hand down to rub Tara’s back, “I heard it on a TV show when I was in high school. I got some images I’d rather forget when I googled.”


Tara slowly turned back and Willow embraced her tightly.


“You taught me so much, it’s kinda nice I can teach you something too.”


Tara calmed as she felt Willow caress her back again. She rested her chin on Willow’s shoulder and smiled.


“I’m kinda relieved, I had no idea why you wanted to play that song.”


“I didn’t!” Willow replied, giggling, “I’d much rather hear you crooning in my ear than some middle aged Canadian man.”


They fell into a quiet lull of embracing, then mutually starting kissing each other’s necks and running their hands over one another.


“Do you still want to do it?” Tara asked, voice growing throaty.


“Only if you do,” Willow complied, though struggled to keep the want from her tone.


Tara responded by rolling onto her back and pulled Willow onto her. Willow’s eyes darkened but didn’t go about moving right away.


“Do you want to try being on top? I've always done it,” she asked but saw the hesitation in Tara’s eyes, “There’s no pressure. But if you want…”


“I feel like I might suffocate you or something,” Tara admitted, ducking her head.


“Don’t be silly,” Willow replied softly, lifting Tara’s chin, “Not that your feelings are silly, but that won’t happen.”


Tara considered it for a moment but arousal was winning over self-consciousness.


“We could get into the position and you could tell me if you’re uncomfortable?”


“Sure baby,” Willow agreed, then kissed Tara softly.


She fell onto her back and let Tara take her own time to get on top. They kissed for another few minutes until Tara was comfortable moving around.


“Will you help…?” she asked, shooting a look behind.


“Of course,” Willow replied, using her hands to guide Tara’s thighs into place, “Just get comfy.”


Once Tara settled she quite enjoyed the proximity of the position and moved her head properly between Willow’s legs. Willow’s eyes rolled back into her head as pleasure was instantly catapulted around her body. It took her a few seconds to remember the mutual part of the arrangement but once she did she gave as good as she got.


They started a game of copying each other’s movements, sending themselves into dizzying heights of pleasure. There was an energy passing between them, flowing cyclically as the air surrounding them grew thick with their lust.


Willow focused her attentions on Tara’s clit, loving how it pulsed against her tongue. She felt Tara’s hips quicken against her and the same treatment being returned. She knew they were on the verge of coming together and started getting lightheaded just thinking about it.


Her hands cupped Tara’s butt and pulled her in as close as possible to enjoy all the sensation at once.


Tara felt a rush of heat swell in her abdomen. It grew taut until it finally released through a rush of blood to her head that made a hurried dash south and made her nerve endings jump all at once.


The deafening thump between her ears died down in time for her to hear Willow’s moans of orgasm float down. She started to feel awkward lying like that but her limbs were still fairly immobile. She managed to roll off but stayed inverted for the moment while resting her hands on her quickly rising and falling chest.


Willow smiled at the ceiling for several minutes, lost in a dreamy high. She eventually turned her head and kissed Tara’s toe.


“Hey…did you like being on top?”


Tara wiggled the toe in acknowledgement.


“Yeah, I did. Did you?”


“Uh huh, it was fun. I always loved math but this is a whole new love for angles,” Willow replied with a giddy giggle, “Wait a sec…”


She twisted herself around to lie by Tara and kissed her softly and sweetly.


“That’s better,” she said, licking her own lips, then rolled off and walked over to the mini-fridge, “Want some Oreo pudding?”


She retrieved a chocolate pudding and an Oreo to use as her spoon and plopped back down beside Tara to munch on it.


“No thanks,” Tara replied, bending her arms under her head and staring at the ceiling, “I was supposed to go to the library and study.”


Willow pouted, mouth already dirty with chocolate.


“Can’t you study here? I’ll be good.”


Tara pointed down to where Willow’s foot was caressing her calf.


“You’re breaking that promise already.”


Willow reluctantly stopped.


“I did some CD classes, you know,” she said, licking her fingers and tossing the empty pudding cup into the trash, “I could quiz you.”


Tara nodded an agreement so Willow turned on her side and propped herself up on her elbow.


“Is it essay or multiple choice?”


“Multiple choice,” Tara answered, using her thumb to wipe Willow’s mouth.


“Okay, just short answers then,” Willow replied, kissing Tara’s thumb before it was gone, “What is cephalocaudal development?”


“It describes the progression of body control from the head to the lower parts of the body,” Tara answered, confident.


Willow smiled and nodded.


“What happens during the formal operations stage?”


Tara flexed her fingers, happy she knew that one too.


“Children begin to think in terms of abstract principles and hypothetical possibilities.”


“Okay, curveball,” Willow replied, going for a harder one, “What is the relationship between attachment and achievement motivation?”


“The closer the attachment the stronger the achievement motivation,” Tara answered, smiling, “You’re making this easy. I'm in my third year, not 101.”


Willow put a finger in the crook of Tara’s collarbone.


“You’re turning me on a little bit.”


Tara caught Willow’s wrist, kissed it, then moved it away.


“This is why I was going to the library.”


“Okay, okay,” Willow replied, giving the puppy dog eyes, “Not my fault you’re irresistible.”


“Not my fault you’re incorrigible,” Tara countered, though was smiling.


“It’s a little your fault,” Willow replied, grinning too, “Okay, I’ll let your read your notes. I’ll even get them for you.”


She stood up and found Tara’s notebook, then handed it to her.


“And I’ll be quiet I promise.”


Tara motioned Willow to bend down to her level and popped a kiss on her lips when she did.


“When you’re good you get kisses.”


Willow smiled widely and motioned a zipping motion over her mouth. She stole another kiss and went off to get some clothes to put on to cement her ‘goodness’.


Tara wasn’t quite as well-behaved in the moment and watched Willow change, getting caught in the process. She blushed and looked away, knowing Willow would use it as ammo another time.


She could hardly wait.

[willowtaralover]

YAY for the first time I've got dibs YA

You're a predictable man when it comes to this kind of thing.

When it comes to Amber/Tara lovers I think we're all predictable

There's nothing wrong in being dorky, I've lived my life as a dork and it never did me any harm.

So glad you enjoyed it, hope you continue to/

I've loved the story so far so I'm sure to enjoy it through to the wonderful end when they graduate and go on to their life together.
Have you thought of writing the three parts as an original novel from the girls meeting in college/university through to their lives and marriage in New York and finally on to Willow's having her wife's egg implanted on to her so that she can have their baby.

“Just need to hand in my lab books tomorrow and I am DONE,” Willow replied exuberantly, thrilled to be finally free of exam stress.

YAY end of exams :elephant

“Nice teasing for others,” Tara replied, “Naughty teasing for me.”

Tara, you bad girl

“We’ll have graduated by next summer,” Tara clarified,

What!!!!!!!!! They'll have graduated by the following summer???????????? That means we only have 52 chapters of College Confidential to go.

“Wow, I’ve been called dork, dyke, dweeb…never dangerous.”

There's also dynamic, devastating-as in devastatingly beautiful, drool-worthy and delicate.

Seriously Willow, you're on the verge of starting argument over LAUNDRY of all things when you should be having sweet sex? You do know there is another word that could describe you beginning with D; douchebag.

Warning, there may be much drooling in the next few paragraphs

She finally shrugged it off and dropped it on the ground, but only let Tara look at her naked body for a moment before she moved off.
Willow's naked body

She watched Tara’s breasts bounce as her back lifted to aid the divesting.



Tara’s bra felt abrasive against Willow’s swollen nipples and she was quick to get it off. Some tousles and snatches later, the rest of
Tara’s clothes were on the floor.



Love Willow and Tara both getting confused by what the other means by a 69.

Willow rolled her palm over Tara’s nipple.



YAY another awesome chapter with another amazing sex scene which makes me very jealous of the girls being able to have that kind of relationship.