Losers weepers

[cathy north]

Chapter 10

Since entering college at Sunnydale U, Willow had discarted her old, tasteless wardrobe and was now into, what Tara referred to as, the 'preppy look'. Much to Tara's approval by the way. Tara, lying on their bed at the moment, was watching her girlfriend dress for her nine o'clock class.

Tara's first class wasn't until eleven so she wasn't in any hurry to get the day started. Buffy had left, still in a tether and was going over to Faith's to unload her frustrations on her.

Good luck, Tara thought as she watched Willow zip up the side of her green, yellow and red plaid skirt. Willow was in her bra at the moment. That disappeared as she pulled the lacy bibbed blouse down over her head.

"I liked you with just the bra better,"Tara cooed.

"I would hope so," Willow said. "But the prop insists on more formal wear during class."

Willow came over and sat on the bed, handing Tara the hairbrush she had in her hand. "Make me look pretty."

As she brushed out Willow's hair Tara sang. "I Feel Pretty, Oh so pretty, it's amazing how pretty I feel."

When she was finished she gave Willow a kiss on the neck. And a tender bite. Willow loved the little acts of affection Tara bestowed on her. It seemed whenever they were alone together Tara couldn't keep her hands off Willow. And Willow couldn't help but do the same. She often tried to imagine what life would be like if her and Tara ever fell out of love. She shuddered at the mere thought and would quickly put that possibility out of her mind.

Willow took the brush and went over to her dressor and placed it on top. She pulled a lace trimmed half slip from the top, left drawer and pulled it on. "Is it showing?" she asked Tara as she put on the green blazer with gold buttons.

"You're clear. And beautiful," was the answer.

Willow's returned to Tara and gave her another kiss, the last act before finishing off applying her lipstick, gathering her books and heading to the door. "See ya tonight my love,"

"Ta ta, " Tara offered as she lay her head back on the pillow.

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Willow's nine o'clock, an accounting course, was the only class she had until her noon biology lab. It was her habit, rather than return to the dorm room, to go and get in some studying in the library but it was such a nice day she decided to spend it by the lagoon that was just behind the Fine Arts Building.

As she sat there, shoes and socks off, her feet plunged in the cool water, her mind drifted from the text of the book in her lap. There was a light breeze and she watched the hypnotic ripples on the lagoon.

Unknown to her, sitting fifty yards away behind her was Dusty. She sat cross legged, her eyes closed and her hands clasped together. In her grip was a tube of lipstick. the lipstick she had taken from Willow's purse at the mall. Other than the movement of her lips she was sitting perfectly still. Anyone seeing her would have guessed she was in deep, yoga like meditation. They would have thought she was in her own little world untouched by those around her. That was not true at all for she was concentrating heavily on the red headed student sitting on the edge of the pond.

Willow's peaceful state was broken by a sudden feeling of dizziness. Her forehead broke into a sweat, a tingling sensation pulsed through her arms and weakness gripped her body. For a brief second her mind went completely blank, then becoming aware again, she felt as if she was drifting from her body. Strange, she rhought. She bent over to look at her reflection in the lagoon. looking back at her , instead, was the face of Dusty.

At first shocked she turned away, her pulse pounding. When she looked back again there she was, Willow Rosenberg.

Willow placed her hands on her cheeks. "Whoa. What in the world was that?"

She gave her head a shake as if to clear it.

Willow became alarmed. Just what affect was Dusty having on her? She was in love with Tara. That was without question. But she had to admit Dusty held a certain attraction to her. On the other hand, she asked herself, who wouldn't be attracted to her? That made her uneasy and as she thought of Dusty now there was stirring inside her, a stirring of desire, of wanting to see that young woman.

"Hi Willow."

Willow looked back and up. Standing there was Dusty looking as gorgeous as ever. No, more than gorgeous. She was breath taking. Her hair was framed against the blue sky and the brightness of her smile was so radiant that Willow was once again deeply warmed. She was wearing a short tan skirt and a light flowered cotton blouse opened at the collar. No one, Willow decided, dserved to be that good looking.

Dusty, keeping her knees tightly together, dropped down to sit on the grass next to Willow. "Am I interupting anything? Your studies?"

"Not at all," Willow said. "Mostly been day dreaming anyway. It's such a lovely day."

"Gotcha on that." Dusty reached over and brushed a strand of red hair from Willow's cheek. A move that suggested a degree of familarity. Oddly, it did in no way offend Willow. The feel of Dusty's fingers was not at all unpleasant. Dusty's hands lingered so it became almost a carress. "You're very pretty Willow."

Willow turned red and she lowered her eyes. Dusty fingers left the cheek and went to the underside of Willow's chin. She lifted the chin so she could look directly into Willow's eyes. A tiny smile curled on the corner of her mouth. "Hey," she said just above a whisper. "I've gone and embarrassed you."

"I'm not good at receiving compliments." Willow told herself she should change the subject. To remove herself from the intimacy of the moment. But she found she couldn't. Dusty was flaterring her. Again. And she liked it. She liked it a lot.

"You should be good at receiving compliments. I bet you get enough practice. I saw guys looking over your way as I was walking down." Then the slight smile on her lips broadened. "And some girls too. I wonder how many girls wouldn't mind......ya know, crawling under the covers with you."

Willow turned away and seemingly studied the pussy willows that lined the bank to her right. She knew she was in a dangerous area and it had nothing to do with anything but Dusty and her physical closeness. Willow forced herself to think of Tara. The moment she did it seemed to trump the magic that being with Dusty was having on her. Her darling Tara. She would be devastated if she knew how weak Willow was being in Dusty's presence. If she knew about this sudden effect the woman was having on her.

"What you thinking about?" Dusty's eyes narrowed and she had let her hand drop to her lap.

W,,,well...oh nothing really." Willow turned back to Dusty. "I guess I'm not used....oh I don't know." She had to turn away again. She couldn't lie. She also didn't have the strength to be honest.

"You're uncomfortable that I making a pass at you, aren't you?"

"No. Yes."

Dusty forced a laugh. "Well? Which is it?"

Willow didn't answer. She bit her lower lip. After a while she took a deep breath. "I'm Tara's girl."

"And you don't cheat? Is that what you're telling me?"

Willow nodded quickly.

"Look at me, Willow." Dusty's voice was friendly but it was an order. Willow heard that inflection. Willow turned back to face Dusty.

"She doesn't have to know. All I'm asking is that you allow yourself to spend some alone time with me. You find me attracive don't you?"

Despite herself, Willow nodded.

"I find you attractive too. Very attractive. I think of you all the time. You've become an obsession, Willow. What harm can come from finding out just how deep our," Dusty paused at length before continuing, "how deep our mutual attraction is?"

"I...I can't."

"Of course you can. If you find it isn't to be we can just walk away. Pretend it never happened. That there was nothing between us."

"It wouldn't be right. I can't betray Tara. It would kill her and I couldn't live with myself."

Dusty gave a quick look around. No one was near. Nor was anyone paying attention to them. Before Willow knew what happened, Dusty's mouth found hers. Stunned, Willow didn't pull way at first. Dusty had a hand was at the back of Willow's neck holding the kiss in place.

Willow, with a great effort, pulled away.

[cathy north]

Chapter 11

Willow couldn't bring herself to look at Dusty as she gathered her books and jumped to her feet. Whether she was being weak or strong didn't matter. She only knew that she had to get away, She closed her eyes and tried to think of Tara as she often did when she found herself watching a particularly attractive girl. The thought of Tara, and the love they shared, drove all other thoughts away.

This time when she tried she could only see Dusty. When she closed her eyes it was Dusty's image that filled her consciousness. Dusty. Dusty as Willow pictured her naked.

Willow opened her eyes and muttered. "I have to go." She bolted, almost in a cold sweat, up from the lagoon. She could visualized Dusty watching her, a slight, smile of triumph on her mouth.

Yes, Willow realized, she was fleeing from the overpowering presence of the white, blond girl. And worse than that. She was running from the attraction she was feeling toward her.

By the time she reached the safety of the corner booth of the Student Union she was breathless and almost in tears. She opened one of her books and buried her face into it.

How strange she felt. Frightened. Vulnerable. "Oh Tara honey, babe. What's wrong with me? It's you sweetheart. You're my whole life. There will never be anyone that could come between us. I swear that." This Willow spoke only to herself, silently and as she did Tara beautiful image again swam into view.


* * * * * *


Faith was sitting on the cot. The same cot she had being lying on when she had come back to consciousness. It had taken her a while to gain the strength to sit up and when she did the pounding in her head had driven her prone again.

There was lump on the back of her head and she was immediately aware of who was responsible for it. Dawn. Dawn could only have been the one. She clobbered me. Knocked me out cold. Back then. Back when?

Why?

On the cot where Faith was now sitting with her arms hugging her drawn up knees she endured the throbbing in her head which soon subsided enough so she could now ponder her surroundings. She was in a cell..........more like a cage. The cot was it's only piece of furniture, that and a small toilet against the far wall. No bars behind it. Just a formidable looking brick wall. Above her was a concrete ceiling supporting the lone, bleak looking light fixture. A string dangled down from it so Faith could turn it off and on if she wished.

Her cell was one of four cells all in a row. Two to the left of hers' and one to the right. Beyond the cells was a corridor that led across the front of the cells. At the far end was a staircase that led up to who knows where. Faith never felt so trapped in her life. The hopelessness soon turned into genuine anger. And the anger was directed at Dawn Summers.

As she was contemplating just how she would reek revenge on that girl, Buffy or no Buffy, Faith heard footsteps coming down the wooden stairs.

first to come into view was a pair of shapely legs, then the hem of a tan skirt, then the whole figure of a well formed woman, no girl since she was about Faith's age. White blond hair topped a beautiful face. In a better mood and environment Faith would have appreciated the girl's attractiveness.

"Well. I see you decided to join the living. I was bit worried about you." The blond was carry a tray with food and a drink, milk, on top of it. There was a small panel at the front of the cell which had a rack jutting into the corridor. The blond set the tray on it and stepped back as Faith moved toward her.

"Whoa. Step back girl. I don't want you grabbing me through the bars. I know you can be rather nasty."

"Oh that I can be. Where is Dawn? And who are you?"

"Don't be too mad at her. She really wasn't herself. She was doing everything just for little old me." The blond raised and lowered her eyebrows quickly. "She's in love and love plus a little persuasion goes a long way. Plus.......," the blond contemplated her next words before waving them off. "Oh never mind. Let's just leave it at love. Now if you'll step back I'll slide this into you. There's some Tylenol pills on the tray in case your head hurts."

Faith glared at the blond momentarily before moving six or seven steps back. The blond slid open the panel in the bars and pushed the rack into Faith's side of the bars. "Hope you like stew. Enjoy. I have a little errand to run. I picking up a present for you. You ought to be quite appreciative of my the gift I'm bringing you."

In a second the blond disappeared up the stairs.


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Buffy had returned from Faith's puzzled. It was already late afternoon and she was tired of dialing Faith's phone and having to hear the same recorded message. Buffy hardly paid attention to the sound of the front door downstairs opening and closing. Dawn was home from school.

Buffy flipped on her TV and clicked it to a music video station as Faith came into the bedroom.

"Hi."

Hi yourself," Buffy returned then turned her attention back to the television.

It was really over faster than it could be described. Coming up behind where Buffy was sitting on the bed Dawn lifted her rock ladened purse and swung it. It caught Buffy on the back of the head and she slumped over onto her side. Still and completely knocked out.


author......lots of love next chapter. I do love girl/girl smut

[cathy north]

Chapter 12

She was so quiet that Tara didn't even notice her when she first entered their dorm room. Tara had crossed directly over to her desk and set her books down on it. It was only when she turned, stretching like a cat as she did, that she saw Willow's hunched figure curled up on the bed. She was in the corner her back against where the walls joined.

Willow's legs were drawn up in the grasp of her arms. It was not a hug of warmth but more of a hug of protection, Willow's eyes were downcast and though she wasn't crying, they were red as if she had recently been.

The sight froze Tara in place. Willow's hair was unkempt and that added to her disheveled appearance. And added to the alarm Tara felt. Since transforming herself into Miss well -dressed - coed Willow had been very particular about how she was dressed. Even in the dorm room alone with Tara. Here, forlorn, she was wearing a plain white running tee that said 'Just do it" across the front. Tara could see the nipples beneath so where ever Willow's bra was it wasn't on her. White cotton panties completed the basic ensembly.

Tara, almost cautiously, approached the bed and sat on the edge, She reached out and touched, lovingly, Willow's exposed calf. "Tough day, Honey?"

Willow quivered but remained silent. It was a while before she forced the words past her drawn lips. "It shows?"

"Like a cannon ball across the bow."

"Old poker faced Willow, eh?"

"Hiding your emotions was never your strongest trait. What's wrong?"

Tara saw a tear form in the corner of Willow's eye just before the red head turned away. Tara climbed further onto the bed. She reached and took Willow into her arms and brought her to her breasts. "Talk."

Willow shook her head. "I don't want to."

"Please. It hurts to see you like this. And not know why."

"I'm fine."

"Bull frogs. I'm here for you darling. I can make it better."

Willow shook her head and started to openly sob. "If only ..........if........I wish you...Oh fuck it." Shaking uncontrollably Willow's tears burst and she couldn't stop.

She cried for an eternity as Tara held the love of her life in her arms. Tara did not say a word. What was there to say? What was even wrong was beyond Tara. All she wanted was for Willow to be better. To not be sad. If holding her Wiccan was all she could do for the moment that was what she, Tara, would do.

Eventually Willow stopped and let Tara gather her closer into her arms. She let Tara 's fingers run through her hair, caressing, brushing. Tara kissed Willow's forehead over and over.

"Babe?" Tara held Willow back the length of her arms trying to look into the reddened eyes, to make contact but Willow turned away. Tara drew Willow back in. "Shhhhhhh hon. It's okay. I'm going to make it better. I will, I will, I will."

"I love you," Willow said.

"I know. And I love you. Always. Forever. Till death do us part."

The sobbing started again and Tara became more firm. "No! No more tears. It's time you told me what is wrong. Has someone done something to you?"

"No. It's what I've done.......to us."

The words shot through Tara like a dagger. "To us? There is nothing you could do to us that would hurt........Oh Will." Now the words froze in Tara's heart. "Oh........but you just said you loved me. That's all that matters. That you love me. And I love you."

"I do. I do. But things inside me are happening. Things i don't understand."

"What do you mean?"

Willow threw up her hands. "I don't know. I feel so screwed up. I fe... feel ..........dirty."

"I...is th....there someone else?" Oh please god, don't let that be true, were Tara's only thoughts.

"No," Willow blurted out. "At least I don't think so. I don't know. If....."

"Hold it right there," Tara commanded. "What is it, Will?" Tara tried to keep the panic out of her voice but she knew she hadn't. She was just too scared as to what she was about to hear.

It was Willow who drew Tara to her this time. 'It's not you. It's me. And I can't stand it. I can't stand that it's in me. Hurting us."

"It's not hurting us unless, whatever it is, you let it." I will fight for you, Tara said under her breath. I will claw, scratch, kill...."Talk to me Willow. I need to know what I'm up against."

Willow took a long time to compose herself before she was able to say the words that needed to be said. "It's Dusty."

"And?"

"And she kissed me. On the mouth. And she's doing something to my insides and I can't seem to fight it off."

"She kissed you!? Big f..ing deal." Tara tried to make light of it. "Heck, you're one kissable chick. And I should know. If I could put you in a booth at a dollar a smooch......."

"It's not just that. I let her. For a moment. I don't know why. I'd have never let anyone do that before. Ever! It's scaring me Tara. She seems to be every where. I see her wherever I go. I don't want her but she seems to be taking over me. It's as if she's crawled inside me like a parasite and she's eating away. Breaking me down. I can't explain it. I saw her in the kitchen at Buffy's house when no one else saw her. Visions of her pop into my head. Visions of her and........I.... I keep trying to dismiss them but she's there again and again and..and I've seen it. I've seen her completely naked."

"But you haven't really?"

"No. But it's so real."

Tara leaned forward to take Willow's hands. "Listen to me, Will. That she kissed you means nothing to me. It happened and our love is greater than that. Your love for me I can feel inside. I have no doubts about the strength of our love. It will remain. It will grow."

Willow sagged in relief.

"But.........." Tara went on.

"But what?"

"There is something you said that has frightened me. You haven't been at this witch thing as long as I. It's been in my blood since birth. I grew with the knowledge of it. It's, so to speak, all new as far as you're concerned."

"If it wasn't for you I may never had known."

"Tell me. When you saw Dusty. When you saw her naked. Were there others around?"

"I suppose. But it wasn't real. It was mirage. Wasn't it?'

Tara lowered her eyes. "How clear was it?"

"Vividly clear."

Tara felt a shudder run through her. "Willow. That was Dusty revealing herself. To you."

"Meaning?" Willow wasn't sure why but she could see Tara was scared. Very scared.

"It means you are in danger. And it means we will need all in our power......" Tara's voice trailed off.

[Zampsa1975]

Good update-y goodness.... I hope it very soon will be Dusty's butt kicking time...

[cathy north]

Chapter 13

Almost panicky, Willow started to disengage from Tara's warm grip. What danger was there to be aware of? Did Tara mean physical danger? Or danger to their love?

Tara drew Willow back into her embrace. Whispering softly into Willow's ear, Tara stroked the redhead's arms. "Whoa. H....hold it. B...before I explain fully there is something that has to be addressed first."

"What Tara?"

"This." Tara picked up Willow's chin with the tip of her finger. Without saying a word she held Willow still with the gaze of her eyes. Then slowly she moved to cover Willow's mouth with her own. The kiss dazzled the redhead......as it always had. Willow had learned long ago the power Tara's kisses held over her. If there was one thing Tara could do so very well it was kiss. It was, without question a skill. Or was it a talent? Or was she, Willow, just plain susceptible?

Willow didn't know whether it was the firm softness of Tara's mouth on hers, or that coupled with the feel of their bodies pressing against each other, or just the fact that it was she, Tara, who was sending her head reeling. But from the very first Willow felt she could actually swoon, faint dead away into the blonds arms every time their lips met.

She felt that way now as she felt herself submit. Tara's tongue entered Willow's mouth and Willow let it explore, to run across her teeth, to prob deeper. She flicked her own tongue against it feeling alive as the heat inside her swelled. Moaning, Willow pressed closer.

Tara's hands roamed the flesh beneath Willow's bra as her kiss heightened and the wetness between each of their legs increased. With a quick adjustment by Tara, Willow found herself on her back and the wonderful, exciting weight of Tara's body on top of her's.

"Where it belongs," Willow gasped breaking off the kiss.

"Where what belongs?"

"Your body on top of me. My body below yours."

Tara smiled. "Not always sweet one." Tara tasted Willow's neck, licking and biting as Willow arched her back driving her breasts into the softness of the body above her.

"No. Not always," Willow admitted as she slid her hands beneath the flimsiness of Tara's top to find the clasps of Tara's bra. God how she loved to undress her, Willow thought, as the hooks became free.

Tara, her sucking lips on Willow's throat, paused long enough to allow the blouse to be pulled over her head, then thrown away to the floor.. At the same time their middles rocked against the others. Willow pulled Tara's bra straps down her arms and she was about to toss it aside when Tara gripped her wrist taking the white garment in her hand. "No, no, no. Time."

"Ooooooooo. Is that so? Time for....?"

"Tara to take Willow."

The bed had slats mounted between a series of bedposts at the top. The posts were spaced ideally for what Tara had in mind. She looped the straps of her bra over Willow's one wrist and drew it tight. Then she used the other strap to tie the wrist to one of the posts effectively restraining the arm.

Tara leaned forward and again kissed Willow at the same time running her hands under the redheads body to unhook her captive's bra. She pulled it free and, smiling, tied Willow's other wrist to a second post.

"Oh. I believe I'm your prisoner." Willow's heart was racing. It was not often Tara and her engaged in bondage but Tara knew Willow's little secret and how much it could excite her. And Tara too.

Tara unmounted so she was sitting beside Willow's prone body on the bed.

Willow tugged feebly, a minor attempt to free herself which she really didn't put much of an effort into. The feeling of helpless sent an erotic quiver through her.

Tara began running the tips of her fingers across Willow's exposed body starting at the neck. Her touch was light, a caress. Willow closed her eyes letting the feel of Tara's hand fill her consciousness.

The fingers moved slowly down to the swell of Willow's breasts. "They are so lovely," Tara said bending over to replace the fingers with her mouth. She sucked first on one nipple using the palm of a hand to kneed the hardened nipple of the other. After a while she reversed and suckled the other.

"Fuck me Tara. I want you so. I want to be fucked." Willow's voice was more a groan, hardly above a whisper.

Tara sat up and looked down at Willow as she pleaded. "With my fingers? Should I slide them into that wet pussy of yours? How naughty that would be of me. Of course you aren't exactly in any position to stop me now are you?"

"No I can't stop...........," Willow made another mild attempt at freeing herself by tugging at the bra straps that held her.

Tara watched Willow's eyes as her hand moved down and underneath the waist of Willow's panties. She played with lips of Willow's sex before finally dipping into the wet opening to thrust several times back and forth.

"Oooooooo. Ooooooooo." Willow raised her hips plunging the fingers deeper.

Tara was in no hurry though. She teasingly removed the fingers from their cave and as Willow watched she placed them into her own mouth. Tara sucked them loudly, her eyes half closed, her own libido in a rage.

"Want to taste yourself? Better yet, want to taste me?" Tara freed her jeans and in a moment her fingers were inside, under her own panties. When she removed them two fingers were glistening with her juices. She ran the fingers across Willow's lips before letting the redhead draw them into her mouth. As Willow fellated Tara bent so her mouth was on the top of the panties directly over Willow's center of lust. With her tongue she pushed the thin cloth into the wet opening beneath. She rolled her tongue so it touched each soft wall of the opening below and as she did waves of pleasure coursed through her. Vaguely she heard Willow's shriek of pleasure.

Drawing back to a sitting position Tara again slid a set of fingers inside Willow's core. First two, then three she filled the opening. In and out, the fingers moving easily with the lubricant Willow's cunt supplied. With each plunge Willow's hips rose to meet the thrusts inside her. She was moaning, gasping as her insides responded. She could feel her climax building, swallowing everything around her until there was just the driving fingers inside her.

Suddenly, it stopped. The fingers were removed.

"Don't... Please don't leave me this way." Willow's was frantic again.

Tara stood up and slid her panties off. "You have to pay the piper if you want a reward. Now don't you?"

"Yes, yes, anything you say."

"That's a good girl. Do you know what the price is?"

"I don't care." Of course Willow knew the price because Tara was back on the bed and she swung her legs over Willow so her naked center was over Willow's head. Willow looked up her mouth only inches away from the folds of Tara's vulva above her. Lifting her head she plunged her tongue inside to discover the softness that waited there. Her tongue pushed quickly to the hardened clit and flicked against it.

It was Tara's turn to cry out in pleasure. She let Willow bring her climax forward, to draw it from it's depths until it almost surfaced and exploded it. Only with great effort, before she could no longer hold control, did Tara climb off.

But only for a second. She turned and buried her face again into Willow's sex core and at the same time she offered her own to the redhead who eagerly continued where she had left off. Together the rode to the peak, each doing to the other what was being done to her. Rising hips, arching backs, tongues buried deep inside the other, they moved like a dance together until their explosions joined in one final burst of complete sexual release.