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Rating: R - for sexuality
Same disclaimer just updated rating! Enjoy!
The Next Day After Biology…
Willow and Tara walked slowly towards the park, both were equally happy to be outside on the warm summer day enjoying the bright sunshine rather than being cooped up in the lecture halls any longer. The girls walked impeccably close together, flirtatiously brushing their hands against one another’s every so often in stride. The thing Willow loved so much about being with Tara was the fact that neither had to say anything for the air to be completely and utterly comfortable between them; no stories, no ranting, nothing.
The girls finally reached Willow’s absolute favourite part of the park, the playground! Sure she was 19 years old but she could still be young at heart couldn’t she? Unfourtunately this particular park lacked in real swings and included only infant swings; Willow didn’t mind, she could make them work. She had this part inside of her that wanted to impress Tara so badly for some reason, she did not know how or why but it was definitely there.
Willow tried to jump backwards onto the unusually high baby swing, ungracefully missing the first 2 times. Tara giggled at her in her adorable child-like laugh trying to sound as though she was laughing WITH her friend and not AT her.
“Shut Up Tara! Turn around! Don’t watch for a second, I can do it!” Willow breathed heavily between each phrase, characteristically determined to get herself onto the swing to impress Tara.
Tara obediently turned away still attempting to stifle her giggles; she wasn’t sure she could keep the uproar of laughter in much longer. As she leaned against the metal beam, which held up the swing set, she could hear the jingle of the chains on the swing mixed with the gasping sound of Willow’s breath each time she attempted to jump. Tara could tell when the attempt was unsuccessful as a barely audible grunt came from Willow’s lips. Finally she could no longer bottle up the laughter and it poured out, Tara turned around and saw Willow standing beside the swing frowning with cheeks the colour of her red hair.
“Haha, aw Wil! Come here, let’s go to the benches.” Tara felt bad that she was still laughing; she walked over and gently grabbed Willow’s hand, leading her towards the picnic benches.
Willow’s heart was pumping fast enough to be considered tachycardia, she was sure of it. The way Tara’s soft hand fit perfectly into hers, and it was so cold, just the way Willow liked it. Although she knew it was scientifically impossible Willow was sure that the feeling of Tara’s hand on hers was causing her heart to explode and her brain to melt. They sat down on the picnic benches and Tara continued to grasp Willow’s hand, seemingly as if the feeling was comforting; or was it that she wanted something a little more than what they currently had and it was her way of flirtatiously admitting it.
After random conversation for a long while, the girls realized it was getting late. Neither one wanted to part from the other so she walk back through campus toward Willow’s car was awkward and silent. When nearing the vehicle, Willow blurted out “Tara, I know this might sound totally weird, and you can definitely say no, but I don’t want to leave you and go home tonight. Would it be alright with you if I stayed at your place?” her face was again the colour of her hair.
“St…Stay? At m…my house tonight? Sure um yeah of course. Let me call my Mom just to make sure it’s alright; I’m going to tell her your name is Rose, because remember her and I had the whole who-is-willow chat yesterday?” Now it was Tara’s turn for the tachycardia.
Tara’s Mom was half-asleep when she answered the phone and agreed to let her have a sleepover with her seemingly innocent new friend. Willow drove the few minutes to her house to gather some PJ’s and clothes for the following day, making sure not to forget her toothbrush. The two girls then made their way to Tara’s; the drive didn’t take much longer than 15 minutes.
When they arrived Tara’s mother and sister we’re already sound asleep so the girls tiptoed into Tara’s bedroom. They changed into their Pj’s and decided since it was late they would lay in bed and talk. Willow, clad in a black wife beater and short boxers, lay on her back with her left arm straightened out to form a pseudo-pillow for Tara; who laid smoothly on her right side, leaving her left hand free to stroke Willow’s stomach. She gently pressed her head into Willow’s neck, blatantly screaming that she was ready to move to the next level. As the girls talked quietly to one another Tara’s nether regions were tingling more intensely than ever before. Finally she tilted her head upwards and whispered into Willow’s ear “I want to kiss you so bad right now” her voice sexier than Willow had ever heard.
Willow pushed Tara flat against the bed and fiercely straddled her, their eyes met momentarily before the beautiful redhead locked her lips onto Tara’s with more passion than either girl had ever experienced. Both wanted the other so intensely that they couldn’t stop running their fingers along each other’s bodies; simultaneously weaving their tongues with one another’s in a sexy smooth way. Both wanted more, and at that very moment Willow, breathing heavy with passion in her eyes slowly slid her fingers inside Tara’s boxers…
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"when did you know you liked girls?"
"I knew when I was 11 and had a crush on Willow from Buffy"
"how about you?"
"when I kissed a girl and liked it"
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I hope they don't wake Tara's mom and that Tara's mom doesn't find Willow in the morning with her hand in the Tara's boxers...
