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~This part is dedicated to three lovely women, Chel, Cind and Lea. My inspiration. Heh ~ Part SeventeenSharon’s smile wavered slightly. She looked around the room, as if searching for something to say. Then she stepped forward and grabbed Tara’s hand without warning. She shook it firmly. Tara stared at the hand, taken aback. Of all the things she had expected, bodily contact was not high on the list. “Uh…Mrs Rosenberg?” She tried hard not to stammer. “Yes, dear?” “You’re…hurting my arm. Just a little.” Sharon flinched. “Oh my. I’m terribly sorry.” She let go of Tara’s arm and rubbed the offending spot on her arm soothingly. Willow and Tara exchanged looks. “Ira, what are you standing around for? Go and get some plates, and we’ll sit down to dinner. With Willow and her goyisha girlfriend.” Ira sighed and put down his fork. With extreme reluctance he walked over to the cupboard and took out another plate, knife and fork. He placed them next to Tara without a word, then sat down and continued to eat. Willow spooned some rice onto Tara’s plate and then paused. “Mom, Tara’s vegetarian. I’ll make her an omelette.” She stood up, and was pulled back down by her mother. “No, Ira will make the omelette. I’d like to talk to you girls.” Willow glanced at her father, waiting for an indignant roar. None came. He stood up and meekly took the eggs from the fridge. “Uh, thanks dad.” Sharon lifted the bag of chicken. “What part of the chicken do you want, Will? Some leg? Or thigh?” Tara inadvertently let out a giggle. Ohmigod, don’t laugh…noooo…
Sharon stared at Tara. Willow grinned.
“I think that Tara was trying to say, mom,” she explained, “is that I’m a breast gal.”
“Well I think that has become increasingly evident, Willow,” she replied huffily.
Tara bit her lip harder, until it hurt. The laughter was building up inside her. “Will,” she managed to squeak, “can you please pass me the salt?”
Willow had been trying not to look at Tara too much. She knew that once she did, she wouldn’t be able to stay focussed on her mother.
“Salt?” She tilted her head and looked directly at her lover. Then with a smile she took the salt and stood, leaning over to where Tara sat. Her fingers brushed against the silky skin of Tara’s arm, and her eyes instantly glazed.
She gazed adoringly into her girlfriend’s eyes. Heya beautiful. Look at me, baby.
She knew that Tara could probably hear her thinking.
Tara exhaled slowly, trying to calm herself. She knew what Willow was like; one second she was concentrating, focussed on the present moment. The next she was off with the mushrooms. She knew that if she looked at Willow, as asked, she'd lose all her discipline.
Avoiding eye contact, she responded internally; My darling. Once we get through this meal we’ll go to the beach, OK?
OK. Oh, Tara, I want you to know that I meant what I said. I’m ready.
Tara licked her lips. Willow blushed, nervous but pleased.
The thought echoed in their minds. I’m ready.
Tara turned her head slowly, not wanting Sharon to notice, but the move was futile. Sharon was speaking animatedly about lesbians in the police force and wasn’t paying attention to the two girls.
Will…what do you mean, now? Here?
Willow pretended to offer Tara a piece of bread. Her fingers brushed over Tara’s, and her elbow knocked over Tara’s glass of water.
She grabbed a cloth and began to wipe up the water. As she cleaned, and her mother continued to talk, she quickly lifted Tara’s hair away from her neck and whispered into her ear, “yes, here. Now.”
Tara shivered at Willow’s breath in her ear.
“Alright, girls… cut out the bedroom eyes. I know what’s going on.”
Willow jumped. She stared at her mother. “Huh? What are you talking about, mom?”
“Look, I have no problem with lesbians and gays. You know that, Willow.” Sharon looked pointedly at Tara. “One of my psychology reports, “Gay-Okay,” earned me the distinguished Major’s Award.”
She patted Tara’s head. “I have no problem with you being gay. Or dating Willow. I didn’t really expect it…but I’ll learn to cope. Just no foreplay at the dinner table, please.”
Tara sighed. “Trust me, I don’t want to do that in front of you two. It’s not intentional…” her voice quietened. “When I look at her, I follow my heart, not my mind.”
Sharon beamed. “That’s lovely. You’re a very good-looking girl. I trust that you’ve discussed conversion?”
“Oh. Well, you see, mom. Tara…is a practising…w”
“Would you look at that?” Ira’s voice resonated through the small room. Sharon looked critically at him.
“Look at what, Ira?”
“The star outside. It’s Sabbath.”
Sharon clapped her hands delightedly. “Oh, Tara, you must do the Kiddush for us. In English, of course. Unless you,” she paused, laughing, “know Hebrew.”
Willow looked horrified. “Tara, you don’t have to read anything. Mom, please stop…”
Tara interjected, “actually, I speak Hebrew.”
Ira, Sharon and Willow stared. “Huh?”
“Yeah…I learnt it when I went to Israel.” She paused, wondering how to explain her presence at the Witches’ Ceremony in Caesarea. And the fact that she’d had to learn two ancient languages, in order to become certified. “It was a, er, fieldtrip.”
Ira chuckled with delight. “Fieldtrip? Did you, perchance, partake in the annual archaeological dig? Near the Dead Sea, of course. I went there when I was a little boy!”
Tara and Willow prayed to the Goddess to control their laughter.
“Oh, that sounds lovely. But I must admit I didn’t, Mr Rosenburg. I merely learnt Hebrew.”
Sharon grined from ear to ear. “Superb.” She thrust a prayer book at Tara.
Tara gave one last pleading look at Willow, before reading the Sabbath prayers.
***
After the meal, Ira requested that Willow join him in his study. Sharon agreed to ‘look after’ Tara.
“What is it, dad?” Willow stood nervously at the door.
“I just…well, firstly, want to give you my blessing. Tara seems like a great girl.”
Willow smiled. “She is.”
“And I know your mother is going to be very, well, meddling in your relationship. I think she sees Tara as a new daughter to look after.”
“Well, I’ll protect Tare from mom’s evil clutches. If she tries to do anything to her, I’ll get large with the butch.” She winked.
“Oh. Erm, good.” He looked slightly bewildered.
“Willow…this, well, thing you’re going through. It isn’t because of me, is it?”
Willow stared. “Huh?”
He sighed. “Your mother brought to my attention…my, well, lackings as a patriarchal figure…”
“So naturally I become a lesbian?” Willow’s eyes narrowed. “Dad, I love her. It’s nothing to do with you, I promise. When I’m with her, the rest of the world disappears. It’s just us, always.”
He smiled for the first time that night. “I’m so glad you found each other.”
***
“It’s just, I don’t see how this is going to work. You and Willow. It’s just…I mean, I’ve always expected her to find a Jewish boy. And instead she brings home a beautiful blond with no male reproductive organ.”
She sighed. “I wanted little miniature Rosenburgs!”
Tara hid a smile. “Don’t you worry, there will be mini-Rosenburg-Maclays. You’d be amazed at science today. Oh, and certainly no male organs in the picture.” She shuddered.
“Little Sharons? Some with red hair, and some blond? Observing the Halachic laws?” She smiled, despite herself. “And a Kosher kitchen?”
Tara paused. “Well, it depends on Willow. I don’t eat meat anyway. But…” she smiled secretively, “she shares my cow fetish. And the Kashrut laws make slaughter less painful. So I have a feeling we will have a Kosher kitchen.”
Sharon stared. “Cow fetish?”
Tara blushed. “Oh, sorry. Uhh…I forgot that that doesn’t seem normal, to the rest of society. It’s just, we, well…we both really like cows. Really like them. To the extent of wanting to buy one, when we’re older.”
“No, I didn’t mean to criticise…” Sharon looked up, her eyes full of pride. “Tara, I love cows, too. Adore them. Willow and Ira don’t know this but…I owned one, back in the day. It was 1963…”
***
The four met back in the kitchen for some wine and challah, the traditional Sabbath bread. Tara and Willow were sharing a chair, and Willow’s hand was crawling up Tara’s back. She heard Tara breath in sharply.
“Well, this has been nice,” said Willow breezily. “I better walk Tara home. It’s getting late. She probably needs some sleep.”
Sharon eyed the girls suspiciously. “It’s eight o’clock.”
Ira snickered. “Willow’s going to get lucky,” he muttered.
All three women turned to scowl at him.
“Jeez, dad! Could you be more disturbing?”
Sharon looked concerned. “Are you going to engage in premarital sex?”
No one said a thing.
“Ira, do something!”
He shrugged.
Willow’s eyes sparkled. “Mom, we love each other. Tara is…my everything.” She turned to smile lovingly at her girlfriend. “Hear that, baby?”
Tara nodded, her fingers stroking the smooth skin of Willow’s neck. She looked completely at peace.
Sharon watched the interplay for a minute, and her face changed. She spoke softly, “I’m sorry, Will. I’m just used to talking like that. But you’re right, she loves you.”
Willow stood up and took Tara’s hand.
They smiled coyly at each other and said goodnight. Then they walked into the night air.
***
Willow sprawled out on Tara’s bed, eyes squeezed tightly together. “Urghhhh! Tare, they’re so damn annoyin’!”
Tara laughed. “You’ve got to admit that it was a very…erm, entertaining evening. I actually had fun chatting with your mom, she’s almost as quirky as you!”
Willow frowned. “Quirky competition? I dare say she could come close. Anyway, talking of quirky habits, I couldn’t believe you knew the Kiddush!” She nudged Tara playfully. “From now on…any serenading must be done strictly in Hebrew.”
“Serenading? I don’t know about my singing abilities…”
“You sing beautifully!”
Tara eyed Willow. “I do? Been spying on me in the shower?”
“Uh, now that you mention it…” she giggled. “Liz told me about wonderfully singy Tara. And it got me all excited.”
“Well, what can I say? I’m multipurpose Tara.”
Willow’s eyes lit up. “Ooh. Does multipurpose Tara want to give poor, fatigued Willow a massage?”
Tara thought out loud. “Hmm, well let’s see. Warm scented oil… velvety skin…pressure points….”
“..and slender Tara fingers,” Willow grinned, “that know exactly how to get into those hard-to-reach places.”
Tara nodded. “Oh, there’ll be Tara tongue, too, if you’re not careful. Vixen!”
“Ooh, tongue? Really?”
“Of course. Hey Will, you know how we talked, during dinner? In our heads?”
Willow beamed. “Oh, yeah…that was fun!”
“Yes, baby, it was. But, I mean, want to try that again? Alone?”
“Yes. I…Tare, that was one of the sexiest things I’ve ever done. I mean, it was like having you in my ears, and on my face, and down my neck…all at once. Breathing in Tara goodness. We were, well, one person.”
Tara bit her lip. “You know, when you thought ‘I’m ready’, I…” she blushed, “well, you can imagine.”
Willow kissed her cheek softly. “Yes, I can. My beautiful girl, having dirty thoughts in front of my parents.”
Tara sighed. “I tried to control them. But, you know. Kinda hard.”
She felt another blush coming on, and quickly lay her head down on Willow’s chest. Willow leaned forward and her hair brushed against Tara’s cheeks.
“You don’t need to control them, Tare. I liked hearing them. They…they turned me on.”
Tara’s heartbeat quickened. Talking in brains, again… Do you mind?
Oh yeah, I really mind hearing yummy, lusty Tara. Willow rolled her eyes, then realised Tara couldn’t see her eye movements.
Lusty? Damn, I thought I was better at controlling the lusty voice. So…right now…on a scale of one to ten, how much do I want you?
“Oh, my….” Willow was momentarily too distracted to speak in her head. Well your voice is all husky, even in my head. And… She extended her hand, until it reached Tara’s neck, you’ll all with the flush.
Tara opened her eyes for a moment, and lifted the corner of Willow’s football jersey. She kissed the soft skin of Willow’s bare stomach. OK, well when we began, I was already an eight. Her tongue travelled along the warm path to Willow’s bellybutton, then dipped inside, making Willow giggle.
Willow wriggled out of her jersey and pulled Tara on top of her. She opened her eyes, so that she could see what she was doing, and loosened Tara’s tie. “Busy day at the office, Missy?” She lightly pulled Tara’s neon T-shirt downwards, then kissed each of Tara’s breasts.
Tara moaned and lifted Willow’s head. The silky hair fell back on the pillow as Willow’s tongue explored. “Oh yes,” she murmured, “very busy.”
The lips moved around, leaving soft kisses all over Tara’s breasts.
“There was paperwork…”
Willow’s tongue emerged, and she stroked spiral shapes, marvelling at the smoothness of the skin. She felt Tara shudder above her.
“And lots of hole-punching,”
Willow pressed her lips to Tara’s nipple and sucked gently.
“Ohh…and those swivel chairs…”
“I love swivel chairs.” Willow bit down lovingly on the nipple, enjoying the sensation it caused between her lips as it hardened. She smiled to herself as she heard Tara’s whimpering became louder and higher.
OK, I’m quickly becoming a nine, baby.
Tara leaned forward until her fingers were on Willow’s eyelids. “Open up, baby.” She smiled sensually at her lover.
“Mm?” Willow opened an eye. She smiled at the beautiful face before her. “Ooh, hello.”
“Hello? You thought I’d gone?” Tara was aroused, but she always had time to question Willow’s antics.
“Um.” Willow shrugged, embarrassed. “I just say hello. Hello is a me-word. Hence I say it.”
Tara kissed Willow’s earlobe. “Ah, Willow words. I love them.”
Willow pulled Tara in for a kiss, then rolled over again so she was on top of Tara. She laid her head on Tara’s chest. “I usually try to control them with you. So I don’t sound so, you know…silly.”
“You sound adorable.” Tara flushed. “May I, uh, remove your apparel, ballerina?”
Willow pretended to swoon. “Oh yes, kind princess. Please fight the evil skirt.”
Tara shut her eyes for a quick prayer, oh, please, goddess, give me calmness. I don’t want to stuff this up. She nearly slapped herself when she remembered that Willow could hear her thoughts.
The green eyes widened with delight. “Oh, hey, you’re nervous? Because, I mean, count me in! Nervous Queen am I! Co-founder of Nervous Wiccan Club.”
“It’s just, well, I’ve never felt like this with anyone. Like my heart is going to break with pride every time I’m near you. You’re my everything. And I don’t want to mess it all up.”
Willow kissed the slim arm that lay across her stomach. “Tara, if I let it…well, just being in your arms…er, sends me over the edge.” She stopped as Tara shook with laughter. “I’m being serious! I’m at a constant ‘10’ with you. And I have to control it.”
Tara’s eyes were serious. “I lied. I’m always a ten, minimum, with you, Will. But I didn’t want to scare you.”
She slowly, reverently, began to undo the buttons on Willow’s skirt. “But you don’t have to control it anymore.”
Her leg was between Willow’s before the red-head could even speak. But she hadn’t been planning on speaking.
“Ohhhh,” Tara’s mouth opened inadvertently as she felt Willow’s wetness.
Eleven, now, and quickly rising.
“Oh god, Tara. Oxygen becoming an issue.”
Tara raised her eyebrow. “Should I stop?”
“Oh, no. No! Stopping, that would definitely be a bad move. But if you want to remove the boxers, I’d be all for it.”
Tara smirked. “You can remove them for me if you’re so eager.”
“Uh, OK.” Willow bent her head studiously, and went about removing them with the most tender touch she could muster.
“Can I touch you, too?”
Tara’s response was to take Willow’s hand and lay it gently over her thigh. The two girls smiled at each other.
Willow’s inexperienced fingers caressed Tara’s thigh, torturously slowly. She raked her nails along the soft flesh, listening to Tara’s breathing change from slow to ragged.
She cupped the warmness she found between. “Ooh, look what I found.”
She was so intent on exploring Tara’s body, and so delighted with her find, that she didn’t notice Tara’s body begin to shake. And she didn’t hear Tara whisper, very quietly, “twelve…”
Her finger began to stroke, up and down the length of Tara’s centre.
“Will…ow…”
Willow looked thoughtfully at Tara. Tara seemed to be in a different world, so she realised this would all be up to her. She lifted Tara’s thighs and separated them, giving herself better access.
Then she tenderly inserted a finger. She lifted Tara’s hair out of her face, so she could see her expression. Her eyes were closed and she seemed to be whispering something. She didn’t hear the “twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen” that emerged as moans.
She was enjoying herself immensely. Never before had she been so intimately a part of Tara, other than sharing thoughts, she realised with a smile. She slowly pulled the finger out, then pressed it back in quickly. She did this several times, beginning to work out a rhythm. “Oh Tara…”, she thrust another finger in, knowing the wetness would receive it, “this is heaven. Willow and Tara heaven. Filled with angels, and little chocolate cakes, and Sarah McLachlan music…and…” she trailed off.
Oh, goddess, Willow…Harder…
Willow obliged gladly. She began to moan simultaneously with Tara, feeling her lover get closer and closer. And she followed, until…
“TARA?” Both girls jumped as they heard the male voice from downstairs. “You home, sweety? I thought I heard voices.”
Tara tried, unsuccessfully, to open her eyes. She felt Willow begin to pull her fingers out, and grabbed her hand back.
“Just having sex with my girlfriend, daddy”, she called out loudly.
“Oh, OK. Glad you’re feeling better, Tara,” was the response.
Willow fell back, laughing until she cried.
Tara grinned. “He never hears what I say, anyway. So I figured I should be honest.”
“Oh my god,” Willow’s sides ached from laughing too hard. “That was the funniest moment I have ever experienced.”
Tara looked smug. “Funniest moment? Well I’m in the middle of the sexiest. Shall we continue where we left off?”
“Ooh, yes. Gladly.” Her fingers continued to move about inside Tara, and she went faster as she heard Tara’s cries become softer yet more frequent. Willow herself was becoming more and more aroused.
Willow’s eyes suddenly lit up with inspiration. She stretched her body downwards.
Tara screamed Willow’s name as the red-head bit down suddenly on her clit. She arched her back as the orgasm rushed through her but then suddenly opened her eyes. She gazed at Willow.
Willow smiled serenely. Tara was so beautiful. “I love you, baby,” she whispered, kissing her stomach.
She rested her head on Tara and looked up at the mauve ceiling. “I wish we could see the stars. How nice would that be?”
“I, erm, sort of saw stars just now.” Tara began to play with Willow’s hair.
“Really? What type were they? Plain star-y type? You know, the flickering gold ones? Or were they the more unique sort?”
“Oh, definitely the unique sort. They were all different colors, like a rainbow. And each one shone, all sparkly.”
Willow rolled over to face Tara. “Rainbow?”
“Yeah!” Tara leant over to her bedside table and opened a drawer. She took out five candles and a box of matches. She lit each one and put them around the head of the bed.
“Ooh…they’re extra flamey.” The flames made Willow’s hair glitter.
The girls leaned forward and kissed each other hungrily. Tara’s hair fell over Willow’s cheek but they barely noticed. Tara cradled the small face in her hands.
“Willow, you make me feel so beautiful. I mean, more than the physical,” she grinned, “feeling you inside. You complete me.”
“Oh I like that.” She was silent, reflective for a moment, then giggled. “Wait, I wasn’t referring to the being ‘inside’ you part. Well, I suppose I was, because that would also make we feel…oh, heck, I’m babbling. But Tara, you’re my everything.”
“Everything…” she pressed her lips against Willow’s forehead.
Tara suddenly thought of something.
“Will, guess what… Tonight taught me something. You and your mother have something in common after all.”
Willow’s head jerked up. She felt slightly dizzy. “Mom likes girls? Oh my god…”
Tara’s eyes widened. “Oh, no, Will, don’t…”
“I so knew that dad was acting weirdly!” Willow was amazed. “Go me!”
“No, oh sweetie…nothing like that…she likes cows.”
“Huh?”
“Your mother. Has a cow fetish, like us.”
“Oh…” Willow turned to look at the poster of a cow on Tara’s wall. “OK. So they’re still happily married?”
“Uh yeah, I guess.”
“Intriguing. We so have to invite mom to one of our cow meetings.”
They cuddled each other.
“Willow…your naked body brings me above and beyond the fifty...”
“Really?” Willow squeaked.
“Oh yes. Say, isn’t it my turn to explore?” Her eyes carefully travelled the length of Willow’s body. "My tongue needs some exercise..."
Willow raised an eyebrow.
“Sorry, just trying a little spicy talk.” Tara blushed.
“I like it. Spicy Tara. Multipurpose Tara who wants to try out her magic fingers and tongue.”
Tara felt faint.
She reached under the bed and pulled out a dusty volume.
Willow leaned over to look at it and almost fell out of bed.
"Ancient Magicks: The erotic path to Levitation."
TBC…(in three months)
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Willow laughs, kissing her. Soft and sensual. Deep love territory. Seeing Red, Shooting Script.
Edited by: vix84 at: 11/2/02 10:01:47 pm
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