by Katharyn » Tue Feb 12, 2008 12:29 pm
Title: Lesbian Gay Type Women in Love – Party Girls
Author: Katharyn Rosser
Feedback: Constructive criticism is always welcome. Flames just demonstrate you have a tiny mind.
Spoiler Warning: Probably none, and why the hell do we need to worry about this years after the show went off the air? Suffice it to say nothing bad ever happened to our girls.
Distribution This story was written for Pens. Pens is its home. No archiving off Different Coloured Pens (This applies to all my W&T fic)
Summary: Well it is a birthday, what’s a birthday without a party?
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the copyrights or anything else associated with BTVS. All rights lie with the production company, writers etc, etc. I am making zilch from this series of stories. You know the drill.
Rating: NC17 – Look at the thread title, can’t you guess what it might be filled with?
Couples: Tara and Willow forever. I doubt I’ll even mention anyone else.
Notes: I’ve done short stories. I’ve done 240+ part grand tales. I’ve done missing scenes and AU. Now, I’m doing smut for the sheer fun of it. Fuck pacing, storyline, drama or believability. All I have to make you believe is that it is the girls and that they are in love. This is a part I honestly don’t quite see happening but hey… it’s pure smut and fun. And because I’m so self-critical I’ve tried to justify where it goes with all the non-smutty stuff that starts this…
Thanks To: My special woman. Also Xita for maintaining this wonderful board and used to like some smut once upon a time. Everyone who ever read one of my fics and actually liked it (especially those who posted to say so!)
Lesbian Gay Type Women in Love
Party Girls
By
Katharyn Rosser
“Nina!” Willow cried and hurried over to her friend.
Their friend, really. But it was her party so, tonight, everything was hers and everyone here was here because of her. But Nina, this woman held a special place in both their hearts. The first person they’d befriended here in Boston, Nina had stopped them wondering whether leaving California had been a mistake.
Now, they didn’t even look back.
“Happy birthday, Red,” Nina replied, hugging her tight then stepping back a little. “Let me look at you. Oh, wow, this is new, right?”
Willow did a little twirl in the black dress that was what Tara had meant by ‘shopping for gifts.’ “It is. Tara got it for me.” She leaned over and kissed the woman in question as Tara caught up. “I think… is it one of Lisa’s?”
Lisa being Nina’s best friend, she should know if it was one of her creations. The little boutique part owned by both of them wasn’t ever going to compete with the big fashion houses, but it was making a name for itself here in Boston and – along with their hard work – a decent living for each of them.
“Yeah,” Nina said. “It certainly is.” She turned to Tara. “Why wouldn’t you tell her where you got it?”
“I was trying,” Tara said, “to preserve the mystique of how much I’d spent on her.” She too hugged Nina, dressed a little more casually. Everyone was, everyone but her. But this dress – not only gifts from Tara – made her look, and feel, sexy.
And after a day like today a girl should look as sexy as she felt.
“Hey! I’m proud of anything you do for me. No matter how much or how little it costs you. And why am I the only one who’s dressed?” She looked around. Feeling sexy was one thing, looking it another. But compared to most people here she was -
“Overdressed,” Nina pointed out.
“You’re never overdressed in one of mine,” Lisa said, inserting herself into the conversation with a peck on the cheek for each of them. Over familiar? No, just Lisa. “At least not until you don’t want to be dressed any more.”
Willow glanced at Tara, unable to help running her eyes over her lover. Why hadn’t she made Tara wear something a little more… sensual?
“Tara, what’s that around your ankle?” Nina asked, peering down at it. “Ribbon?”
Tara blushed, but didn’t deny it.
“You did it?” Lisa asked, “you nympho!”
It was the comment of someone who understood just what the ribbon had and did mean to them today.
“How do you know?” Willow asked. Was she really worried about whether their friends knew that she and Tara had some healthy sex lives? Very healthy? Pro-biotic, granary, A1 cardio workout healthy? No, she could honestly say that she wasn’t. She wasn’t even a teensy bit embarrassed by it. In fact, she hoped it was kind of obvious from how good they were together.
But not quite as obvious as a ribbon around her girl’s ankle and someone knowing what that might mean.
“Who do you think gave her the ribbon?” Lisa smiled, obviously smug but in an adorable way.
Willow looked left into Tara’s eyes, seeing the confirmation. It wasn’t impossible that their friend was playing games with them. Lisa had a sense of humour that made a stand up comediennes look dour and serious. Not to mention a sex life that made big old gay rabbits look chaste. Or even she and Tara.
One day – everyone said - Lisa would meet the girl of her dreams, and maybe that girl would actually be a lesbian. Though it wouldn’t actually be an impediment to Lisa, if she were interested enough. Until then though… Well, unkind rumours suggested half the gay and bi girls in this room had passed through Lisa’s bed at one time or another.
Kinder rumours said it was more than just fifty percent.
“You told them about the ribbon?” Willow demanded of the woman who was wearing it.
“No.”
“We told Tara about the ribbon,” Lisa explained. “She’d got you this dress and Nina was there and she said – is that all you’re getting her? So I said, you should get her a ribbon. And Nina agreed with the ribbon idea, so I gave Tara the ribbon since I had a roll lying around.”
And people said she babbled?
She looked at Tara, feigning wounded feelings. “So someone else told you to do - ”
“You?” Lisa guessed.
“To do the ribbon thing,” Willow finished, not yet willing to rise to Lisa’s bait. It wasn’t really as simple as ‘give Willow a ribbon.’ Someone had to have come up with the concept of what it meant.
“I’m always open to - ”
“Willow’s tongue?” Lisa interrupted Tara this time. “Fingers? No, wait. I know, it’s both.”
“Her suggestions,” Tara completed, giving their friend a dirty look. But not the kind of dirty look that she’d shared with Willow throughout the day. Different kind of dirty… deliciously dirty.
Oh, who was she kidding? She couldn’t pretend their day had been dirty at all. Not even deliciously dirty. It’d just been wonderful sensual.
Honestly, she didn’t think that she and Tara had ever managed to feel dirty in a sexual way. They’d clicked so fast, so soon and so very, very hard that they’d never had the chance to feel dirty like that.
And Lisa was forever chiding them for their lack of down and dirty sex. ‘Too much love, not enough fuck.’ That was what she said – when they’d all had a few drinks at least.
Personally, after a day that’d left her somewhat tender in interesting places, Willow thought she was in a good position to argue the point. But fucking did not make one dirty.
So was that what the ribbon was about? Since it was Lisa’s idea? Was Tara expecting her to be dirty? No… Make that dirrrrty. Was she disappointing Tara with her lack of dirrrtiness? Was today a… let down for Tara?
No.
From as up close as she’d been, it’d been very – wetly – obvious that Tara had been very far from let down and disappointed. Almost as far as it was possible to get and, honestly, Tara wasn’t Lisa.
She wasn’t Lisa either. Quite possibly – not to mention logically - there was no one but Lisa who was Lisa… Perhaps her uniqueness wasn’t all that surprising, when you thought about it. After all, Lisa couldn’t match herself to a lesbian-magic-wielding-save-the-world-as-a-teenager-witch-in-love-with-a-beautiful-woman. That was pretty unique too.
Apart from Tara.
The point was there though – they were all unique.
But what she was really starting to think about was what Lisa might’ve said to Tara in that whole ‘tie a red ribbon round the old – but still youngish - oak… ankle.’ More to the point, what Tara had taken away from that conversation.
Okay, she knew what’d been attached to the ribbon and she knew where she’d taken that message – where they’d taken it. Quite a long way, in their own… way. But there was still the possibility that she was supposed to be taking it waaaaaay the hell over that… way.
Too many ways.
But wasn’t it possible that if Tara had listened to Lisa’s advice about the ribbon then maybe about the message too…?
Did Tara even talk to Lisa about things like that? It didn’t seem likely. Like, she was there when they got a few drinks inside them and shared jokes and stories. And she couldn’t remember anything quite like today coming up. Or anything about ribbons.
And Tara only needed to share her thoughts with her. Didn’t she? Was there any way that Tara would go to Lisa and Nina for a girly chat about how dirrrty she wanted her lover to be?
Was it even possible that she was… failing Tara?
That made her stop and think, it also made her frown – just a little. Tara solved it with a kiss when she noticed that expression. But you know, failure was never an option.
She was like the Dirty Dozen. Or at least one of them. And a young, lesbian, witchy woman instead of a marginally insane army convict in a World War II movie. But the point still stood – just so long as she didn’t try to explain it to anyone else. Failure was still not an option for her.
In anything. Especially anything to do with Tara. She’d been there, just once in her life, and she wasn’t letting it happen again. Ever.
But while she was guarded against that degree of failure, wasn’t it possible she could still be failing Tara in some slightly less important way?
Just because she and Tara were totally in love, totally into each other in nearly every way… Just because there’d been a fistful of orgasms already today and many more even just in the last week let alone their lives together… Just because they shared more than those climaxes… Wasn’t it still perfectly possible that – by Lisa’s standards at least – she was… a failure?
She looked at her Lisa. Bitch much? No, her insecurities weren’t Lisa’s fault. So she smiled sweetly at her friends and even more sweetly at her woman. “Tara and I have had a few suggestions for each other today,” she teased them.
Nina rolled her eyes. The only straight one of the quartet she was also, by popular acclaim, that perfect woman Lisa had been looking for her whole life.
Lisa knew it. Nina knew it. So did everyone else. The tiny problem that the best friends weren’t of compatible sexualities – and this was one woman Lisa couldn’t bend - was a tragedy that rarely raised its head because they were such fun to be around.
And, she was pleased to say, both their friends seemed to think the same about them. They weren’t failures there at least.
“I’ll just bet you have,” Nina said, hugging her arm and handing her a present that someone had smuggled over to her. “Happy birthday, Red.”
“Don’t worry,” Lisa said, looking at Tara. “It’s a straight girl present.”
Tara blinked. “Me worry? It’s Willow’s present.”
“Straight girl present?” Nina asked.
“Well, isn’t it?” Lisa replied. “And I’m sure it’s something you two are supposed to share.”
“Straight girl present? You’re discriminating against me now?”
Lisa looked at her friend.
“Okay, but only in that I’m straight and this is my present to Willow. I’m sure that – just because I don’t happen to fly the rainbow flag - ”
“And you won’t let me give you the wettest, most orgasmic night of your life,” Lisa interrupted.
“That too,” Nina agreed. “Just because of those things, it doesn’t impact on my present buying ability.”
Lisa rolled her eyes. “So open it, Willow. You decide.”
Willow looked at them all, and saw that she didn’t have much choice. She was expected to do this now instead of when the small pile of presents on a table in the corner was handed over to her. She tore at the wrapping paper and then looked at Nina. “Um. Thank you?”
“My pleasure.”
“What - ?” Tara took the present from her. “Oh.”
“See!” Lisa said. “It’s a straight girl present.”
“I’m not sure how you make the jump from handcuffs – velvet lined handcuffs no less - ” Nina said, “to straight girl present.”
Oh by the goddess… All her presents weren’t like this were they? Hadn’t someone just gotten her socks for when winter came? Or had these two – who’d introduced them to most of their other friends who were here today – influenced the way things were going to go?
“Isn’t it obvious?” Lisa asked.
“Not to me, but then I’m just a straight.”
“No, honey,” Lisa said, squeezing Nina. “Not a straight. I prefer to call you a breeder. But it’s not your fault. You were born that way. If you could choose your sexuality, you’d be - ”
“A notch on your bedpost?” Nina guessed.
“Maybe, but you certainly wouldn’t be cuffed to it,” Lisa pointed out.
“Don’t you like them, Willow?” Nina asked her.
Willow blinked, she’d been watching them bicker. “Oh – ah… Well, it’s really a present for both of us, I guess. I mean – not much use… alone. Tara?” She needed help on this one.
“Uhuh, baby. I’m not getting into this.”
“See!” Lisa said in triumph. “It’s a straight girl gift.”
“Is not!”
“Tara, Willow,” Lisa said. “You can settle this. Tell me… when you are f – when you’re together, what’s the most important part of your bodies for giving pleasure?”
Tara glared at Lisa, and Willow knew why. She too couldn’t quite believe they were being put on the spot about this in full view and earshot of the room. But hey, Lisa would probably call for a straw poll if they didn’t say something. She was obviously determined to make her point.
“Hands,” Willow said, just as Tara said something… different.
“Lips.”
“Really?” Willow asked, looking to her woman. “You prefer my lips?”
“Don’t forget tongue,” Lisa butted in.
“Or mine,” Tara said, ignoring the taunt. She shrugged. “I love… I love to go down on you. Which isn’t to say that I don’t like the finger thing too. A lot.”
“So…” Nina said. “It’s fair to say that handcuffs wouldn’t actually be a big impediment to your pleasures? I mean… no matter who was cuffed, you’d both be able to enjoy yourselves. And it might even add to it.”
“You bought them for Willow,” Lisa pointed out, looking at Tara as if she was a little disappointed. “And she said hands. Can’t be using hands if you’re cuffed. What respectable dyke wants to be handcuffed?”
“Whoever said you're respectable?” Nina cried before she or Tara could say anything.
“It’s like Casanova chopping off his - ” Lisa started.
“Their… lovely,” Willow said, kissing Nina fondly. In part to halt where Lisa was going with that thought. “The velvet’s a lovely touch.”
“I despair of you both,” Lisa said. “Call yourself lesbians? It’s all about the hands!”
“What did you buy for Willow?” Nina wondered aloud.
Lisa frowned, handed over an envelope, even looking a little sheepish.
“Oh… that looks,” Nina snatched it from Willow. Then she started to turn it over in her hands. Peering at it. “Is it cash? No, too thin… and… dare I say straight? Perhaps it’s a voucher.”
Lisa nodded.
“Oh,” Willow said, opening the envelope up to reveal a gift card with a picture of a big rainbow striped… She turned it over… Then again. It was a big rainbow striped… Yes, it was a sex toy and it was being held in place by two… Yes, those were women. Or at least parts of women. Quite close up. “Ohh.”
“Voucher’s they may be,” Lisa said. “But then they are for the finest – and only – lesbian sex toy store in the Boston area. Unlike some people I didn’t just go with the ‘experiment once and then realise that not having hands free was kind of limiting’ option. I went for the gift that just keeps on giving.”
Willow glanced at Tara, showed her the card and watched her lover’s eyes… not really react at all.
“Is that the one over on Pine?” Tara asked.
“You know where it is?” Willow had to ask before Lisa answered.
“I might’ve have run across it when I was looking for gift ideas,” Tara blushed and turned away to wave at one of their other friends.
Willow, knowing she had all night to check into that little expedition, decided to let her lover avoid the follow up question and instead turned to thank Lisa. “We’ll…” She looked at Tara, more accurately at Tara’s body. “We’ll put it to good use.”
“I know you will,” Lisa said with absolute confidence. “I know you’ll love each other silly.”
It wasn’t mockery when Lisa said that. It was true. They really would go to a sex toy store and come away with something that’d be a new twist in how they’d love each other silly.
Where was the dirrrty in that?
Draggiing her mind back to the party – and feeling a little guilty at having ignored everyone else who was there for her birthday - Willow started to do the rounds of the room. Tara tended to linger with the people she’d already said hello to, and then caught her up when she was with the next little group. Before finally, already a couple of drinks along the road to loosening up, she noticed that Tara wasn’t following her any more.
She looked across the room and found her lover back talking with Lisa. Eager to know just what those two might be chatting about – and a little concerned that it might be about her again – she headed over in that general direction, greeting another party newcomer just short of where Tara and Lisa were stood – both their backs to her.
Willow knew she was guilty, when she was talking to her friend and thanking her for coming, of not paying all that much attention. Jan was more Tara’s friend than hers anyway, so she didn’t feel all that guilty about it. Not when she was trying to hear what Tara and Lisa were talking about.
“- too vanilla,” was one phrase she did pick up on while Jan talked at her.
Too vanilla?
Tara had said that?
She was too vanilla.
That was… pretty devastating.
Vanilla was one thing – vanilla was a state of mind. And yes, their relationship was filled with undeniable love and sensuality but… damn. Tara loved her deeply. Tara desired her in ways that were impossible to disguise. After all… today, this morning and the early afternoon…
The connection they had, Willow knew how Tara felt about her. But now she was confronted by the possibility that their great sex lives together might be… vanilla.
She’d have accepted that, she would. They didn’t experiment as much as they used to as they’d probably run out of things to experiment with. They still had great sex, the kind of sex that no one could ever fake the outcome of. And she knew that Tara was more than satiated. More than satisfied. Just this morning she’d been ecstatic.
Literally.
They could be the best, happiest ‘vanilla’ couple in the world and she’d never worry about it. They probably were after what she’d heard. ‘Vanilla’ was one thing. ‘Too vanilla’ was something else entirely.
Keyword ‘too.’
Before she could hear more though, Lisa had noticed her interest and came over to pull her across the room to meet another of their friends. From back there, frustrated in her desire to hear more, Willow watched as Tara gravitated towards Nina instead.
What did that woman know? Did the straight girl – who probably felt just being with a woman was a kink too far for her – know how Tara felt? What would Tara say to Nina about their vanilla sex lives?
Politeness stopped her from getting back over there too soon, and it was ten minutes more before she could get back and hear what was being said, or some of it.
“Topping” was the first word she managed to pick up when she got close enough to them this time. Tara’s voice was naturally softer than most other people in the room, and for once Willow cursed that tendency.
So it was ‘topping’ that concerned them now? Was that what Tara wanted to try? Or not just to try? Did she want one of them to top? Sure, they had their familiar quirks together but there was no established ‘top’ or ‘bottom’ between them. Maybe their pleasure went that way from time to time, but did Tara want more of that then?
Was she really not giving Tara what she wanted?
Or taking what Tara wanted?
She didn’t even know which of them was supposed to be topping the other in this non-vanilla new world order she was going to have to… Oh, goddess. She was a failure. How could she have missed all this? How could she have failed to see – to feel – what Tara really wanted?
How could she have let the assumption that Tara’s natural shyness had really gone away, prevent her giving her lover everything she needed?
“Excuse me,” she said once to leave Lisa and their friends behind. Then she said it again as she pushed between Nina and Tara. “Excuse me. I need my girl for a minute,” she explained.
Tara looked at her curiously as she interrupted the conversation so blatantly. But then expression changed to one of pleasant surprise as Willow didn’t pay attention to Nina still being there and just started to kiss her lover as sensually as she could. Claiming her woman, running her hands over her. Marking her in a room full of people who certainly might want her, but could never have her. Taking the lead – but willing to surrender it if she wasn’t actually the one who was supposed to be the top.
“I was in the middle of a conversation with Nina,” Tara said as Willow’s lips moved from her face to her neck. “But this is nice too.”
Nice.
There, in a nutshell was the problem. Nice. “Obviously we have too much nice in our lives.” She stopped kissing Tara to make the point, but kept hold of her all the same.
Tara looked confused, “Will?”
“You want me to get dirrrty, don’t you?” Willow said. She didn’t care who heard what, but the party didn’t stop around them at the most awkward moment, so that was of the good.
“Err…” Tara hesitated, still deep in the confusion.
“I know, we have great sex,” Willow said, determined to end that confusion in short order. “Actually, no we don’t. We make love and it’s wonderful – I know you feel that way too. But – I think you want me, us to get dirrrty don’t you?”
“Do you?” Tara answered the question with a question, turning it back on her.
“I don’t want to be a failure to you,” Willow announced, and there it was. Whatever it took was just fine with her. It wasn’t like she’d been looking for more than they had – and they had a lot – but she was more than willing. She’d want it just as much as everything else she wanted with Tara. It would just be like discovering there was chocolate icecream as well as that vanilla.
“Failure? At what? What are you talking about?”
“Being dirrrty.”
“And who said you were a failure?” Tara asked.
“You talked to Lisa, about us.”
“Naha,” Tara denied.
“Yaha,” Willow insisted.
“Did not!”
“Did too! I just heard you, but that isn’t what I meant,” she looked down.
“Ohhh, the ribbon,” Tara realised.
“Yes, the ribbon. Lovely idea,” Willow said. “I thought it was all yours.”
“It was.”
“But - ”
“What’s the most important part of it?” Tara asked, not even letting her argue.
“The word…” Willow said. The word on the card.
“That’s right. The word. Lisa just suggested how to package it attractively.”
Willow ran her hand over Tara’s curves, not holding back from any of them despite the room full of people. “It is a very attractive package,” she admitted. “But - ”
“What?”
“You were talking to her – about how it was ‘too vanilla’. How we were too vanilla.”
“No, I was talking about the vanilla cream cake that Allie made. You didn’t try it yet?” Tara looked at her, plainly amused. And obviously telling the truth too. There were no games here. Besides, in physical contact – especially this kind of physical contact – neither of them could ever lie to the other. The magical connection they had alongside their love wouldn’t let them. Not even for fun reasons.
“Oh. I mean no. No, I didn’t try it.”
“Don’t. The vanilla is so real, you can't taste anything else.”
“And was…” Willow paused, knowing she was probably about to embarrass herself even further – especially as she was sure Nina was hovering close enough just to be able to pass this tidbit on to Lisa.
“Come on,” Tara encouraged her.
“What about when you were talking to Nina about 'topping'?” She had the horrible notion that might be food related too. Being at a party as they were.
“Strawberries.”
“I knew that.”
“Uhuh,” Tara said, not believing it for a second. “Come here.” There wasn’t much of an invitation. More of a demand.
They shared another deep, intense kiss where Willow could taste those strawberries. Then she – eventually – pulled her lips away, if not any more of her body. “So what you put on the ribbon…”
“All me,” Tara promised.
“Anything,” Willow quoted.
“Anything,” Tara agreed.
“Doesn’t that… do you want me to ask for more – or different?” Willow was still feeling a little worried. She’d never been able to deal easily with the possibility of being a failure. Not even when she plainly wasn’t one. The worry was enough.
“When, lover, have you ever had to ask me for anything?” Tara replied.
“Don’t dodge the question. Do you want me to get dirrrty?” Willow demanded.
“Why do you keep saying it like that? Dirrrty?” Tara wondered, and Willow just loved the way the word rolled off her lover’s tongue. “Who even mentioned it?”
“Lisa - ” Willow started.
“Dreams of having our sex life,” Tara said firmly. “Our love life. No matter what she gets up to.”
“But we never got to be dirrrty.”
“I'm not saying I agree, but why would that bother you?” Tara asked.
“We clicked. For us it was never forbidden fruit, never anything we hid,” Willow explained. “We weren’t even living at home, we didn’t have to hide it from parents or anything.”
“You didn’t tell your friends about me,” Tara pointed out.
Yeah, that. “I know, but that’s just cos I wanted you to myself,” Willow explained what Tara already knew very well.
“So?”
“That didn’t make it even slightly dirty, let alone dirrrty,” Willow continued. “I mean, come on, you know my Mom and Dad. They might have strong convictions about Merry Christmas Charlie Brown, but they raised me never to be ashamed of who I was – never to worry about what they might think when it came to choosing what I wanted. I never hid anything from them.”
“Willow, your Mom tried to burn you at the stake for being a witch. That doesn’t sound like someone who’s tolerant of anything and everything.”
“But she didn't mean it. She was under a demon’s spell then,” Willow pointed out.
Tara gave her that one. “So… dirrrty is something that’s hidden?”
“No, dirrrty is feeling like it should be.”
“So it’s…” Tara searched for the word. “Illicit?”
“Dirrrty.”
“It’s not like we don’t try lots of new things.”
“True.” They tried. Some things they might never do again and others they’d come back to often. She and Tara had done things that… well, things. She supposed that they were adventurous. Okay, up until now they hadn’t involved handcuffs or vouchers for Boston’s premier lesbian sex store. But they’d never really needed props. “Adventurous isn’t the same as dirrrty.”
“I see what you mean,” Tara rested her hands on Willow’s butt, holding their lower bodies tightly together. Swaying. “What is it you want?”
“You. Here. Now,” Willow decided. She could sense Tara’s desire building through more than just the five senses.
“Right here?” Tara asked, looking around but maintaining an expression that said she would – if asked – slip to the floor right here and… “I know these are our friends but damn…”
“No,” Willow chided her. She didn’t want to be that dirrrty. “But it would probably be good if they didn’t have to wonder where we’d gone. Or why.”
“Ohhh, so that’s dirrrty,” Tara admitted as Willow hooked a finger into her belt, dragging her onto the dance floor where people were just starting to get together. “Are we stopping here?”
The way they were swaying together, they really could be… “No,” Willow said, kissing her again. “Dance later. Fuck now.”
Just saying the words made her feel that much dirrrtier. Especially here, where they weren’t exactly being subtle about their intentions. Who kissed and dragged their lover to the bathrooms unless they had in mind what she had in mind? Could anyone have any doubt? Not when she winked at Nina as they passed her. Why leave anyone in doubt?
Now, if only there was a free stall... Backing into the doors, the first was obviously occupied and locked but she rolled them around into the next one and found the door would opened behind Tara. She backed her girl in and then fumbled to lock the door behind them.
Just because everyone had to know, didn’t mean that they had to be able to walk in.
Tara was looking around at the stall, “Your dress…” she said.
“I’ll take it off,” Willow offered. She didn’t want to get it dirty either. That wasn’t what she’d had in mind. “If you’ll catch it.” She didn’t wait for Tara to answer before touching the spaghetti straps that were all that held it up. Oh yes, she knew just why Tara had chosen this style.
Her lover adored her arms and shoulders. Breasts, Tara could have them when she liked. Same with legs… But Tara found something about her shoulders and arms unashamedly sexy. And because of that, when she was with Tara, she felt sexy when they were exposed to her gaze.
And in this dress, it was probably better for Tara than being nude. Clothes only accentuated the flesh that was revealed. A much bigger tease… And lets face it, everyone loved to tease and be teased.
Not now though. The time for teasing was over. It certainly wasn’t what she had in mind.
The dress, exquisite and perfectly sized as it was, fell away from her in an easy movement, not even gathering on her hips. And Tara was there to catch it, lowering the careful constructed fabric the rest of the way down her body. Willow stepped out of it and watched as Tara carefully folded the dress. Lacking a hook, she hung it over the top of the door.
She looked to Tara, asking the question with her eyes. Was she sure she wanted to do that?
“Well,” Tara said, “You do want everyone to be sure what we’re doing in here, don’t you?”
“Yes…”
“These are our friends,” Tara said unnecessarily. “No one will take it, except maybe so you have to come out of her all naked and admit this new found dirrrtiness to the world.” Willow played at reaching back for it, but let Tara stop her. “No, it’s dirrrtier this way.”
She watched her girl as Tara sat and looked at her. She could imagine what Tara was seeing; she’d seen it in the mirror just before they’d come out. All made up, hair carefully fastened up and back. Oh, and very naked now but for her heels and panties.
And Tara sighed.
“What?” Willow asked. She wanted to hear it.
“You…”
“What about me?” Say the words…
“You’re just so irresistible.”
“You think?” Willow came forward, standing so their legs were touching.
“Closer,” Tara said, pulling her by the elastic of her underwear.
“How close?” she asked. By this time she was – still stood – straddling Tara’s legs.
“Close enough,” Tara said, kissing her belly with her head bent.
“Oh, that close,” Willow sighed. By now Tara’s hand was on her butt, holding her in place as well as tugging at her panties. “You’re still dressed,” but she couldn’t find it in herself to protest any more than that feebly. It was her birthday, Tara was wearing the ribbon and she wasn’t sure she’d be up to much when this was done… whatever ‘this’ turned out to be.
“Mmmm?” Tara murmured, finding the upper edge of her bush with those soft lips.
“Never mind,” Willow managed. She recognised the reality that, positioned as they were, Tara couldn’t get her lips and tongue to where she’d have appreciated them most. But then again, who needed that when there were… Oh, there were certainly fingers.
Fingers in very familiar places. Overly familiar, if this hadn’t been her beautiful lover and sometime sexual goddess.
“I want you really wet,” Tara said, the words were more of a growl than a sentence.
“Why?” Willow gasped, responding to one of Tara’s movements.
“Well, you did mention dirrrty didn’t you?”
Willow just groaned as both Tara’s hands pleasured her in different ways. She had an idea where this might be going and she certainly wasn’t going to stop it from happening. For now though, Tara’s tongue was twirling around the piercing in her belly, circling and flicking it like she was very good at circling and flicking something else. Tugging on it with her lips like she was making love to it… Treating it as a source of pleasure that it really wasn’t.
But it wasn’t like Willow was feeling neglected by the simulation. Oh no. Far from neglected. Tara’s fingertips were inside her underwear and very frequently inside her. But she could tell that this was still – for Tara – just the preamble to the main event. There was more than this on her lover’s mind.
She recognised the patterns that Tara was tracing over her lower body, focusing on her most intimate places. She understood the darts that the fingers made into her increasingly damp sex. And the swirls around the entrance to… Oh, heaven.
Those movements were all about her arousal. Building it, rather than simply coaxing her to orgasm here and now. Just as she’d said, Tara was determined to get her really wet and simply knowing that was enough to help the process along. She was pretty sure she knew what was coming and she was all but certain when Tara finally started to… Well, there was really no other way to say what was happening but to name it for what was.
Tara was fucking her here in the restroom.
Just as she’d demanded.
Those fingers surged into her, slick with her desire for this beautiful soul who owned and possessed her heart with the same calm assurance that she was now fucking her eager pussy.
As Tara built the pressure, Willow understood the certainty of what was coming. She was already aware that she was making noises, in the back of her throat that she had no control over. And she knew that she’d make still more. She’d never been able to stay quiet when Tara loved her – even though she certainly wasn’t a screamer. Not now, not the first time. Never.
Staying silent held no appeal to her here, even though she knew there were other people in the bathroom just a door’s thickness away. People who had to know what they were doing. Now that, as Tara took her with all four fingers, was certainly dirrrty.
And honestly, it wasn’t that it was illicit.
It was that it was obvious.
Yeah, nd it was what Tara was doing to her. The tongue on her belly. The lips that kissed her. The fingers that thrust inside her and another that teased – but did not enter – that other place.
It wasn’t surprise that made her cry out as she realised that Tara’s whole hand was inside her now. Very still for a moment, then starting to move with the absolutely pure intention of ramping up the pleasure until there was no where she could go apart from crashing down into a thundering orgasm.
Willow knew there was no way she’d be able to keep that quiet. Not here.
And did she even want to?
She had eyes only for Tara. For the kisses. For intermittently visible hand that moved inside her. Fisting her here in the bathroom while she stood all but naked in heels and underwear that more closely resembled dental floss than anything she’d usually wear. Goddess, it was like something out of a porno.
Except this was hot. This was Tara. It was Tara who was kissing her. Tara who loved her. Tara who was going to make her come. Tara who was making her moan and sometimes whimper. Tara’s fist that was driving her to fulfilment. Tara’s hand she was riding until she got what she needed from it.
She felt her muscles clamp down on the pleasure-giving invader, but she was otherwise unaware of it. The pleasure - Tara - coursed through her. Fulfilled her. She heard her own cries in a curiously detached way… like it was someone else. But she was the only person coming on her lover’s hand in this bathroom.
At least right now.
Tara’s free hand clutched her ass, holding her upright as she started to slump when the ripples of orgasm left her legs trembling and weak. Pulling her closer. But the lips and tongue were still at her belly button. The hand still moving inside… stroking more gently now.
It was Tara, all Tara.
“Dirty enough for you?” Tara asked, looking up at her.
“Oh… I think it’ll do,” Willow said through her deep breaths. And in the background she could hear the music change. Someone out there had thought it was funny to switch it. “For now.”
Dirty.
Tara eased from her, kissing her the whole time. “No more,” Tara said.
“Till when?” Willow asked as her girl smoothed her underwear back into the proper placement.
“Oh, I’m going to have to deny you at least till we get home.”
“I don’t know if I can last that long,” Willow admitted, not entirely joking.
“You can do anything you put your mind to,” Tara assured her. Helping her with the dress.
“And if I put my mind to you?”
“Then you can do me too.”
Stepping out into the bar again, Willow wasn’t exactly surprised by the fact everyone – staff included – had stopped dead and was looking at them come back into the room. And she wasn’t surprised when a spontaneous round of applause broke out over the strains of the dirty song.
“See what you did to me?” Tara said, close to her ear in order to be heard.
“What?”
“I used to be shy and now look at me.”
Willow kissed her, arousing more cheers from the crowd and that only encouraged her to melt into her lover’s arms.
“Yeah,” Willow gasped as they came up for air. “Look at you now…” Though, in her minds eyes she was seeing where they’d just been. Doing just what they’d been doing. “Look at you now…”
“Sure you want to be dirrrty?” Tara asked. “I mean… I think maybe I broke you?”
“Maybe,” Willow said. “On special occasions.”
“Like birthdays?”
“Solstices too,” Willow suggested. “There’s only two of those a year too.”
“Well,” Tara thought about it. “If we do that, then what about major holidays?”
“And minor – not just when we have the day off.”
“How about weekends?” Tara asked.
“Alternate?”
“Sounds good. So… we’re not being dirrrty the rest of the time?”
Willow considered. “Well, you only have to ask… Or not ask. You know?”
Tara kissed her again. “We’re so bad, we’re good.”
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If I wanted a little pussy, I've got my own to play with.
Chance in *Chance*
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I swear those two woman crack me up. Through-out the whole update I could'nt stop giggling. (Well not ALL the way though. There were some googly eyes too lol) 
Loved the update.
Makes me cringe.
It's true - I would. I can't help enjoying writing the girls whether they are in the smut or not... hence I bring in their thoughts and their lives into what should just have been "Willow and Tara have sex. A lot." LOL
Loved the update!!!
