Story Title: Snapshots- A Love Story
Overall Synopsis: A Series of Vignettes Featuring Willow and Tara from 1984 to 2037, or maybe beyond. Including Re-posts
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Chapter Title; You Can Almost Hear the Evening Fall Chapter Rating: Between R and NC-17
Summary;My version of a "first-time" story Feedback; Hey, if I messed this up, let me know. Or if I didn't. All forms of cosntructive criticism are welcome
A word about euphemisms; We all have hang-ups and one of mine is "four-letter words;" I rarely say them and can't make myself write them, and I don't want to just re-use medical terms over and over. "Loveflower" is a word I made up for a fantasy novel I work on ocassionally. "Hera triangle" isn't my own term- I found it in a trashy old novel. "Shake box" isn't a sexual euphemism; it's just another name for a "nervous Nellie" I learned from my ex-wife, who used it a lot. While Tara's Gen Y-rural California-WASP background is veyr different from my ex's Baby Boomer-North Philly-Irish and Italian, it just sounds right for her to use it, I think.
You Can Almost Hear the Evening Fall
The ash-blonde woman came back to her dorm room after her shower and dried and brushed her hair. Normally she left her robe on while doing that, but tonight she doffed it. No reason explicable in words, she just did; this wasn’t really a night for many words.
Tara never wore much make-up but she applied what she did use, then put on just the right amount of fragrance, made in small batches by a local manufacturer in a nearby town, all natural and heavy on patchouli. Walking to the closet, she hung up the yellow terry cloth robe and thought about what to wear instead.
“Not a nightgown, I know, the other robe,” she thought, reaching for one of aquamarine silk, patterned in blue and green teal. She considered putting on slippers or sandals, decided against it, then, for no logical reason, just on impulse, put on a sheer white nylon half-slip. Then Tara perched on the edge of the bed and said to herself, “Calm down, it’s not like this is a new experience for you. That is, lying to myself is nothing new.”
Tara sat and thought about the experiences she had had in her past, which had barely even qualified as relationships. But what she had with Willow was already more than just the first real “thing” of her romantic life. Tara sensed something in the slim redhead that was more than anyone she’d ever known could have even dreamed of giving her. And Willow had a need of her own greater than any of the others had had, a need for a partner who could give totally. Tara knew she could never be happy just receiving, she had to have someone who would allow her to give, and Willow seemed to offer her that.
(“Thump!”) “Ooo,” Tara actually jumped when a knock sounded at the door, then muttered, “I can’t believe I did that” as she made not unseemly haste for the door.
Willow was wearing a simple sleeveless ecru dress dotted with fuchsia, an ivory jacket, her good gold-tone sandals, and a nervous smile. “Well, here I am,” she half-joked, then they hugged loosely, exchanged pecks, and the redhead came inside.
The door closed and they felt free to hug tighter. Tara noticed something about Willow’s fragrance. Normally, during the course of an evening, the Jean Nate` Splash she wore reacted with her body chemistry and changed as time went by and as they touched each other in different ways. After a while, Wil’s scent would be different from what it had been at the beginning of the night, and Tara had learned to recognize the different stages.
Even though it was the barest beginning of this particular evening, Willow smelled more like the middle. Tara didn’t say anything, but she smiled inside.
Tara stepped back a few inches while Willow removed her jacket. The blonde girl opened the knot in the sash of her robe, letting the ends fall, and stage-whispered the first words that came to her mind, “Come on, baby, unwrap me.”
Willow stepped forward and reached out, then hesitated. She couldn’t put into plain words why, as they had seen and touched each other’s breasts before, but she froze just a little. Tara pulled on the robe a bit, baring part of her shoulders and saying, “Hey, see how easy it is?” while thinking to herself, ‘Why am I talking like a character in one of those stupid romances Cousin Beth reads?’
The red-haired woman took the invitation at last and in a split second Tara was standing before her in, to coin an oxymoron, all her half-naked beauty. Lightly, they touched each other. Whatever familiarity they had had with each other before, this was definitely different. Willow seemed to feel an energy flow out of Tara’s body into her arms and she grew bolder, caressing more vigorously and moving from fingertips to her whole hands.
She literally explored Tara, stroking neck and shoulders, lightly but firmly over the chest, pressing the stomach, lifting the round, ample breasts, kissing them again and again, then caressing down Tara’s sides and around her waist.
Willow heard, “Darling, I don’t need that on, either,” and she tried to answer, but her throat was tight with her tremendous desire, mixed with a little fear. As much as she wanted to do this, would she be able to go through with it?
She could barely choke out an “Okay” as her fingers pushed down on the filmy garment. It fell to the floor and Willow ran her hands over the smooth, round curve of Tara’s hips, lightly brushed the soft Hera triangle in front, then brought her hands back up, running the backs of them over and over Tara’s nipples.
“Hmmm, guess we know what you like,” Tara said with a grin, then opened her arms. She embraced Willow and their lips met, the classic picture of lovers together, one fully clothed, one completely nude.
The two had exchanged several passionate kisses before, but this was different also. Tara’s tongue literally probed every corner of Willow’s mouth, as if marking them. Wil could just stand there, stiff with amazement, and enjoy, while running her hands up and down Tara’s sleek back and over the rise of her buttocks.
Pulling back, Tara asked, “You feel up to kissing me that way?” and Willow did her best to do just that. Then Tara, in a very smooth move, surprising even to herself, pulled Willow’s dress over her head, unhooked her bra, took her by the arm, and led her to the bed.
Willow lay down on her back and tried to give Tara a seductive look, clumsily but of course it wasn’t needed. Tara unbuckled Willow’s sandals and tossed them to the floor, caressing each foot as she did so. Then the blonde climbed onto the bed on her knees and reached up, pulling the redhead’s panties down and off, then lay down herself. They kissed again, pressing their bare, beautiful bodies together, limbs entangled.
One here to one there, another here to another there, they touched each other, hands and arms, knees and legs, each making real to herself the other’s body. Not wanting to change position the two beauties kissed where they could reach, necks, shoulders, then lips again, round and round. Their nipples pressed together, breast tissue bulging and curving as it rotated from the motion of their torsos.
Tara felt something not cold, but definitely cool, gripping her spine. Once again, it was the definite feeling she had about this woman, that specialness of her. Except for her mother and very few others, the people Tara had grown up around had taught her that love was only given by people if you gave them what they demanded. On those terms, Willow was still a mystery to her; what would be the redhead’s demands? Tara was acutely aware not only of what she had to gain, but of what she had to lose.
Willow was worried in her own very different way. She was wanting to do this more and more the farther they went, wanting it more than she could easily recall wanting anything before. In part, she was simply afraid the reality would fall short of the fantasy. Mainly, she was afraid she’d lose her nerve, not be able to put a fair amount of effort into it, not be able to give back the way she knew she would be getting, or even truly to please Tara.
Tiring briefly from their energetic snuggling, they relaxed and lay a few inches apart, fluttering their fingers against each other’s vaginas. Her mind racing, Willow decided to suggest something.
“Uh, baby, do you think maybe I should go down on you first? I mean, since I’m the newbie here, that’ll commit me so that I don’t chicken out and I could probably concentrate more on pleasing you if I wasn’t all afterglowy and if it turns out that I just can’t do it then we’ll know right away and you won’t have to and that’s only fair becauff . . . .”
The country-raised girl silenced the suburbanite’s babblings with a long kiss. Coming up for air, Tara told her lover sweetly but very firmly, “Willow Danielle, you know very well you don’t really want to do any such thing. Now stop being such a shake box and just enjoy yourself; you’ll be fine. As for who goes first, I know it’s a cliché, what with me being a little more experienced, but I want to take care of you before you do me. What other involvements I’ve had, they’ve always gone first, and now it’s my turn.”
Willow, relieved but still nervous, flopped onto her back and said, “Go right ahead, Tara Jeanne.”
Tara ran her fingers down Willow’s firm, flat stomach and said, “Been waiting to hear that since I first laid eyes on you.”
So saying, the blonde moved to the foot of the bed and put her hands on the redhead’s thighs, slowly massaging them. Farther and farther up, Tara’s fingers found places in Willow’s leg muscles the latter had never even known were there. More and ever more electric-like impulses flashed up Willow’s nervous system as Tara reached more and more sensitive areas, until her fingers finally parted the loveflower which was her goal.
She left Willow in tension for endless seconds, meanwhile moving her arms under the legs for a better grip on her lover’s cement-hard rump. Then, gauging the moment perfectly Tara brought her lips onto and around Willow’s clitoris, tongue moving warmly against it. The paralyzed silence, which had gripped Willow for several moments, was broken as she gasped and her abdominal muscles lurched.
Tara went slowly, pulling back and caressing the inner wall, the tiny folds of the lips, then licking downward to the lowest part of Willow’s anus, Back up, first paying attention to that spot of sensitive skin between the two openings, then once more going to the places she’d been previously. Teasingly, Tara circled around and around the tiny jewel up top, then returning, the flat of her tongue going left and right, up and down, and with the tongue, the lips, too, the full kiss, again and again, another cycle and another. Willow’s hands clutched the bed linens almost convulsively.
Then Tara decided to take a chance, Using the full length of her tongue, she penetrated Willow deeply in the middle of her vagina and allowed the redhead to come back down a bit. Tara knew being let down a bit and brought back up could be an amazingly satisfying feeling, but it posed the risk of Willow’s completely losing the orgasm she was working up. The ash-blonde decided to herself, “I’ll only do it once. Hopefully I’ll have a lot more chances to see how long I can drive her crazy before my neck gives out.”
Willow’s muscles relaxed a little and her breathing slowed. She had had enough experience with oral sex to know exactly what Tara was doing, but she couldn’t keep from muttering, “Oh please, please don’t, don’t stop.”
After a few moments of this, Tara went back to her previous actions, hitting every love nerve Willow owned in the process. A step at a time, at first slowly then accelerating with her own momentum, the gorgeous redhead drew closer as she twisted on the sheet.
Suddenly a feeling like a thousand hot golden needles shot through Willow’s body and she gave voice to a strangled sob. Muscles contracting on their own, her back arched so fiercely every part between her head and mid-thighs lifted up off the bed, again and again as her palms pressed down against the mattress.
To Willow, her climax seemed to go on and on, all-of-forever-after compressed into only a few seconds, but still it seemed to end too soon. Shivering with the intensity of her afterneed, her arms reached up in front of herself, frantically, almost blindly, clutching at the air. Tara moved up and let Willow’s embrace surround her, pillowing her blonde head between the two small, perfect breasts. Willow hugged Tara tighter than she ever had as she floated in a soft warmth, aware of nothing but the feel of her own body and of her lover’s, her mind a mist which could not even hold half-thoughts, just sensations.
Pressed against Willow’s chest, Tara listened to the air rush in and out, the pounding heart, as the first slowed and the second quieted. As the redhead’s arms relaxed, Tara moved up higher and they kissed ravenously.
With the odd clarity which often occurs in moments like this, Willow noticed something. While she’d never had a particular problem kissing Oz right after he’d been down on her, it had never been her favorite time to kiss him either. But Tara’s mouth seemed somehow even sweeter now than it had before. “I guess it’s because I know I’m kissing a woman’s mouth and this is how it’s supposed to taste,” she reasoned.
The blonde pulled back to find Willow looking at her with wide eyes and a broad grin. “Now it’s your turn to lie back and relax,” whispered the latter, and Tara did. Willow ran her fingers up and down the other woman’s belly and said, “And let me blow your mind.”
Willow’s lips followed her left hand, pressing against the yielding flesh of Tara’s softly rounded stomach. Then Tara bent her right leg, Willow moved down, encircled it with her arm, and lovingly kissed the kneecap. Moving to the side, she smooched her way down the inner thigh, at times mashing her tongue into the muscles beneath. As she got further down, she slowed a bit, running her lips lightly up and down the crease at the top of the leg.
Willow hesitated. Well aroused now, Tara fought down the impulse to say, “Decide, decide,” remembering any number of things she herself had been slow to do in the past. Deep down, she had no doubts of Willow’s intent to follow through and she was happy enough to be patient.
It wasn’t fear or doubt, just Willow’s taking time to figure out her next move. The first thing she could think of was to flick her tongue gently but quickly up and down the lips of Tara’s vagina; she’d remembered enjoying this from Oz, who called it tickling pink. Tara’s gentle sigh indicated she didn’t exactly hate it herself, and she flexed her upper and lower legs together more tightly.
Willow realized that just having had this sort of thing done to her before didn’t make her an expert, but she did know that, once you make your mind up that you’re definitely going to do something, all that’s left is to do it. With that bit of self-reassurance, she buried her face in her lover’s softness, her mouth experiencing for the first time the deliciously clean non-taste of a woman’s freshly-washed body. Inexperienced, she plunged her tongue in deeply again and again, improvising as she went along. Tara, not accustomed to being an order-giver in any phase of her life, made only a few suggestions.
Not many were needed; if Tara’s pleasure was any indicator, Willow seemed a natural at this, keeping the tiny nerve-button between her upper lip and the flat of her tongue. Tara literally vibrated until Willow felt her hands were cupping an outboard motor rather than her lover’s soft glutes. Then suddenly Tara’s little vocalizations of pleasure became soft yells and her thighs closed tightly on Willow’s skull as she came.
Willow thought “I did it! I didn’t choke and she enjoyed it, wow!”
The ash-blonde woman’s reactions afterward were also very different. Muscles relaxed, she lay limp, the mattress holding her up in her glad feelings.
Willow let Tara relax, not clutching her lover, merely moving up and supporting her own weight partly on her arms, chest resting on Tara’s stomach. The redhead gently but enthusiastically attended to the other woman’s nipples, licking and kissing the right, the left, the right again, over and over, until each realized, by a kind of telepathy, that the other was sated.
Willow moved up further and Tara, putting her hands on the other girl’s cheeks, pulled her head down and they kissed. Tara gave Willow the full length of her tongue, finding every spot where her own taste lingered. After a few minutes of this, Willow relaxed and they snuggled, smiling, her head on Tara’s right shoulder, while the latter’s hand drifted down the former’s back and lovingly stroked her butt.
“Mmmm, you like that part of me?”
“I like every part of you. How you feeling?” Tara answered, her voice involuntarily catching just a bit.
“Just great! I never imagined anything could ever feel so good as just lying here with you, remembering what we just did, how we made each other feel. But it does, it just simply does.”
Willow looked up, a sweet grin on her face, and noticed her lover shedding tears, and not entirely happy ones either. Almost frightened, she blurted, “What’s wrong, honey?”
Tara wiped her eyes, drew a deep breath, and said, “Nothing’s wrong, that’s what. This feels so r-right. You know I’ve h-had chances at relationships bef-before this, and I always made myself think they were-were the one, but deep down I always knew they never were. But you’re different, and for once I know it, I’m not trying to pressure you here, but I really know it. And I can’t help it, it-it hurts, b-because I just can’t believe I’ve finally found you.”
“Oh, I believe it,” Willow responded firmly, “I’m good at being found; I mean, oh, hell! That doesn't make any sense!” She lay back down and stared at the ceiling, angry with herself for blithering again during one of her most important conversations ever.
Turning back to Tara, she said, “Okay, here’s what I think I’m trying to say. If I’m interpreting the principles wrong, tell me, but I think it has to do with getting back what you put out. I’m pretty sure you gave as much of yourself to anyone before me as they were interested in getting, just the way you’ve done with me. Well, you put your love out there, and it finally came back to you. And you can trust me on that, because one person I really know is me, and I wanna be different, I wanna be that one you’re looking for, if I can give you what you need.”
“Well, first, you made a few things too simple, but that’s not bad thinking for a relative newbie. And second, you’re doing it already, darling. I know I’ll be good with you. I can’t see myself without you anymore, and notice I’m not stuttering.”
“And I can’t see myself anyplace but next to you, baby,” and they kissed.
A bit tentatively, Willow asked, “Not to be too curious, is there anything you want to tell me about them?”
“A lot, only not right now. Is there anything I need to know about…. ?”
“Oh yeah, definitely, but, like you said, not right now. Hey, I’m just thinking, you’ve put your love out there before, and now you’ve got me. I have a lot to live up to.”
“Nobody’s keeping score; Willow, whatever’s coming back to me, it’s a process of the world, not some emotional package you’re expected to ‘deliver’ on. What I said before still goes, stop being a shake box.”
“But there’s definitely a symmetry here. You’ve been touched but never loved; I’ve been loved but never touched. And now, here we are.”
“That’s sweet, Willow, but I don’t want either of us throwing around words that are bigger than we are right now. In its own way, this is new for both of us.”
“So I guess we just have to wait and just see what happens.”
“That’s what I’ve been hoping you’d say all along. Let’s just live this, no pushing things, okay?”
“Your wish is my command, O Tara of the, err, Queens.”
“Oh, don’t get cute, just let me kiss you.
_________________ Snapshots: http://thekittenboard.com/board/viewtopic.php?f=5&t=10210 a Love Story ____________________________________________________________ Kim: (breaks off the kissing) I l... (Sue stops her with a hand) Sue: We don't talk about things like that right after, you know that, no saying those things in The Moment. Kim: (moves the hand aside) Screw The Moment. I *love* you.
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