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TITLE: College Confidential
AUTHOR: Laragh
CHAPTER RATING: NC-17
DISCLAIMER: Willow, Tara and any other characters from the Buffy the Vampire Slayer franchise belong to Joss Whedon, FOX, ME and a whole host of other entities, none of which are me.
SUMMARY: The first part of the prequel to
Hacker Confidential and
Family Confidential - the college years!
SPOILERS: Perhaps minor references to the show or stealage of dialogue, but nothing that would spoil the series.
FEEDBACK: Yes please
Chapter 59 ********
“So, you’re like, volunteering?”
Tara watched Becky take her shot on the putt-putt course that they, along with their respective others who were trailing behind, had come to for their double date.
Tara was slightly distracted watching the ball go through the mini windmill but finally realised Becky had spoken to her.
“Oh, sorry. Um, well, kinda. I’m there in an official status, but I’m not getting paid or anything.”
“That’s bogus,” Becky scoffed, hitting her ball into the hole on the other side.
“Well, not really, I get lots of experience,” Tara explained, taking her turn to putt, “And the fostering company could only take me for two weeks, so I got two weeks at the YMCA too. It will really help when I’m looking to get a real job.”
Becky nodded.
“Kinda like student teaching, I guess.”
“Uh huh, like that,” Tara replied, taking her golf ball from the hole as they waited for the other two to catch up.
They weren’t making much movement though, as Willow was laughing along to what looked like Lucas’s attempt at imitating a motorcycle.
“Vroom, vroom, vroom!”
Becky caught Tara’s eye and rolled her own.
“Boys, amirite?” she said, and Tara pursed her lips not to comment, which Becky failed to notice, “Hey you two, stop lagging!”
Willow and Lucas caught up, and Willow came to stand by Tara.
“Sorry, baby, didn't realise you two had gotten so far ahead.”
“It’s okay, I don’t mind waiting,” Tara replied, but did link their hands while the other two took the first shots on the next hole, “Are you having fun?”
Willow nodded and showed off a little doing a practice swing.
“I caddied for my Dad a few summers, you know.”
“I didn’t,” Tara replied, moving her hand to the small of Willow’s back, “I like a girl in white.”
Willow blushed as she watched Tara take her spot to putt and the wiggle that went along with setting up. She spotted her opportunity and moved behind her girlfriend, arms over hers to show her the ‘correct’ swing. She heard a scoff from the side.
“I cannot believe you’re pulling that move, Rosenberg.”
“Shut up,
Rebecca,” Willow retorted and helped Tara take her swing.
The ball sailed right through and into the hole.
“Hey! You got it!” Willow praised, lifting her hand for a high five, then pulling Tara in to peck her lips, “I love you.”
A few feet away, Lucas threw his arm around Becky’s shoulders.
“Hey babe,” he said casually, smiling his charming smile, “I love ya too.”
Becky stiffened on the spot, completely unprepared for that particular declaration. She patted the hand hanging off her shoulder awkwardly.
“Oh…thanks.”
Lucas’s eyebrows shot up but Willow’s voice was shouting back to them before he could open his mouth.
“Now who’s lagging?!” Willow yelled, laughing jovially and completely unaware of the uncomfortable moment passing between her two friends, “Come on, we’re on the last hole and my lady is about to kick all of your butts.”
Becky stepped away from Lucas’s arm, then turned to him and for a split second considered returning the sentiment. Her throat closed before she could even really contemplate and she turned away again, hurrying up to Willow and Tara.
They had already played the hole, so Becky took a quick, weak shot; the ball only going a couple of feet up. She finished the game with her head down and winced when Lucas took his shot and sent the ball flying over all of their heads and into a nearby tree.
“Whoa dude, chill out,” Willow commented, straightening up from having ducked, “Just ‘cause you’re getting beat by a girl.”
Lucas put the putter behind his neck and clasped it with both hands, stretching from side-to-side.
“Guess I’m just a pussy.”
Willow grinned.
“I bet I can eat a bigger steak than you at the restaurant.”
“I don’t think so,” Lucas replied, walking past Becky to continue the banter with Willow.
They walked back through the office of the mini-golf establishment and handed back in their equipment, minus Lucas’s ball. He paid the surcharge but scowled when the woman said ‘thanks’ and bawled up the receipt she offered.
Tara could see Willow giving him some abuse over it as they made their way to a nearby steakhouse they’d made reservations in, but noticed how unusually quiet Becky was being.
“Are you okay?”
“Me? Yeah,” Becky replied, easily dismissing everything with a smile, “Hey, where did you get that necklace? It’s pretty.”
Tara didn’t notice the change of subject as anything important and told her about the necklace. They got to the restaurant and were seated quickly, but Lucas sat right on the corner of his side of the booth with Becky.
“Surprised there’s room for me in there. That it’s not all closed off.”
Becky ignored him and buried her head in a menu, while Willow and Tara exchanged ‘what the hell is going on’ looks.
They were the only two to engage in any real conversation throughout the meal; Lucas only making snide remarks and Becky avoiding them or shooting him daggers.
Becky had mostly pushed around the salad she’d ordered and handed it back to the waitress almost full.
“Thanks.”
“That’s your favourite word today,” Lucas remarked, acting as aloof as he could pull off.
“Can you just drop it?” Becky asked through gritted teeth, her shame and fear being prodded into anger as the evening went on.
Lucas scoffed.
“You weren’t very happy when I ‘dropped it’ earlier.”
“It’s not nice to be ‘dropped’ out of the blue!” Becky replied, throwing a napkin in his face, “On a putt-putt course.”
Willow had no idea what had happened but knew enough about lover’s spats that she knew it was time to get out of there.
“Oh, boy, look at the time,” she said, making a show of looking at her watch, “I have study group tomorrow, so…dinner’s on us!”
She tossed a few bills on the table to cover the food plus tip, and grabbed Tara’s hand, pulling her out the door quickly.
“Your study group isn’t until lunchtime,” Tara said, stepping back once they were outside, “And it’s only 8 o’clock.”
Willow cocked her head towards the restaurant.
“Do you want to be in the middle of that?”
“No, but I don’t want to be rude either,” Tara replied, looking through the window to see the other two having a full blown stand-off now.
Willow took Tara’s hand again and pulled her away.
“Tara, if we were having a fight, would you want Becky in the middle of it?” she asked, taking her cell out of her pocket, “I’m gonna text her and tell her to call if she needs anything.”
She sent the text off quickly.
“Now, we can forget about that and still have a nice evening?”
Tara cast a glance back.
“I feel bad leaving her…”
“She’s a big girl and she’ll call if she needs us,” Willow reasoned, “Tara, trust me, I’ve gone through at least 10 of Becky’s boyfriends and she’ll reach out when she wants it, otherwise, ‘leave me the fuck alone’. She said that to me once. Nothing personal or anything, but she means it. She’ll want to brood and stoop in her anger, then probably get hammered, and they’ll make up at 3am.”
“Okay, if you’re sure…” Tara replied, finally looking forward again.
“I am,” Willow nodded resolutely.
“I wonder what happened,” Tara said, trying to think what could have set the other couple off, “She was all chatty playing mini-golf…maybe too much.”
Willow raised an eyebrow.
“Too much?”
“Not…just…” Tara tried, then shrugged one shoulder, “She just called you a boy in a ‘haha, look at our boyfriends’ kind of way.”
“Oh, she does that all the time,” Willow dismissed,
Tara nodded.
“I’ve noticed. I don’t like it.”
“Why?” Willow asked, wondering why that particular teasing was so bothersome.
“Because you’re a woman,” Tara replied, casting her eyes down, “A beautiful woman with a woman’s body. You’re my woman. Not a boy.”
Willow opened her mouth to reply but closed it again when she noticed the flicker of lust in Tara’s eyes on her body. She was suddenly very eager to get home as soon as possible.
“So whaddya say we head home…maybe light a candle or two…”
Tara broke her gaze to lift her eyes to Willow’s.
“I could be convinced…”
A spring appeared in Willow’s step and her pace quickened to get back to campus. Tara knew she’d been caught but felt less of her usual shyness and more of Willow’s enthusiasm. She couldn’t help an excited giggle, her face lighting up in the process. Willow laughed at her laugh and they devolved into shy giggles with both looking away to contain themselves but unable to resist sneaky looks back.
They wouldn’t have looked amiss in a highschool hallway.
When they finally got back to their dorm, Willow backed Tara over to the bed and crawled into her lap; hands moving along her shoulder blades and around to the back of her neck.
“You’re making me feel like when I was 13 and discovered swimsuit editions.”
“Confused?” Tara asked with a crooked smile that made Willow just about melt in her arms.
Willow smiled back but shook her head.
“Alive.”
Tara could feel her heart hammering as Willow put their foreheads together and teased her with almost-kisses.
“I’m not doing anything.”
“You don’t have to,” Willow replied, pulling Tara right in by the collar of her shirt while claiming her lips in a steamy kiss.
They fell back onto the mattress together and shuffled up until Tara’s head was on the pillow.
Shirts and bras found themselves on one side of the bed, while Willow’s pants took pride of place tangled with Tara’s skirt on the other. Willow had her hand deep in Tara’s panties, rubbing her clit with wild abandon, wasting no time with her eagerness.
Tara’s mouth was busy occupying Willow’s; tongues playing an energetic game of tag. Her hips were responding with as much gusto as Willow was giving out, so much so that a familiar tightness was starting in her belly.
Her hand flew to the sheet and she clasped it between her fingertips just in time for her back to arch and for her to come with a deep, shuddering breath.
Willow slowed right down but didn’t stop for a second; enjoying taking slow dominance over the kiss and having her body move in rhythm with Tara’s.
Tara had her arms on her girlfriend’s back again, still taking in short breaths through Willow. Her fingertips danced a path down Willow’s spine and slipped under her panties to caress her cheeks.
Willow moaned as her own clit got some friction through the action. She pulled away long enough to get her panties to her ankles and off and aided Tara to do the same with hers.
Tara’s cheeks were still nicely flushed and her forehead had a light sheen. Willow was working herself up almost to the same state just by looking at her girlfriend; giving particular focus to Tara’s pert breasts and her dark, taut nipples sitting so perfectly from her chest.
“Do you want the candles?”
Willow had to drag her eyes up to meet Tara’s, but was in as much danger of getting lost there.
“Huh?”
“The candles,” Tara repeated, shifting over to her nightstand and pulling the drawer open, “Do you have a preference?”
Willow blinked twice, then scooted over too.
“What have we got?” she asked, looking over the assortment that Tara liked to keep, “I like the orange one.”
Tara picked out a tall orange candle and two smaller white ones.
“It goes pretty well with jasmine.”
“Sounds good to me,” Willow replied, moving back to where she was before.
Tara lit the trio and turned the lamp on as it had grown dark out, but dimmed it so it was just enhancing the candles.
“If you’re trying for mood lighting, I think we’re already there,” Willow joked.
She was sitting with her back against the wall, quite comfortable in her nakedness, but everything was on alert again as Tara straddled her and sat in her lap.
“Not that I’m complaining…” she continued, eyes falling to her girlfriend’s chest, “Definitely…not…complaining…”
Tara knew putting her breasts so close to Willow’s face meant inevitable distraction, but welcomed the accompanying attention. Willow’s mouth was hot on her nipples and hands eager in their touch.
She could feel the heat spreading between her legs all over again. It wasn’t long before she was tilting Willow’s chin up and they were kissing again; sharing their growing passion with ever increasing intensity.
During a brief pause for new air, Tara took her chance at Willow’s chest and began to kiss her way down. She was more hurried than Willow had been, almost frantic with need for her lips to touch everywhere.
Willow felt like her skin was blistering under Tara’s touch and was doing no better at containing herself. She was throbbing with need, feeling each pulse deep between her legs and between her ears. She pushed on Tara’s shoulders without even being aware of it; utterly consumed with desire.
Tara pressed a kiss squarely between Willow’s breasts, then dragged her top lip right down to her girlfriend’s belly button. She dipped her tongue in and heard an almighty groan float down to her ears.
Feeling a little bold, she scraped her teeth down to Willow’s mound and repeated the action there.
“You like that?”
Tara’s voice was dripping with sultry overtones, enough to make Willow’s toes curl without even being touched.
“Fuck yes,” she panted, one knee bending upwards to reveal a different kind of dripping.
Tara glanced down and felt that tightening knot in her belly. She placed her palm on Willow’s opposite thigh and spread her open. Her fingers delicately pressed against her girlfriend’s skin, sinking in smoothly like pressing into butter, then slowly fell off again; her head resting there instead as her tongue finally made the contact Willow’s body was screaming for.
Willow’s toes were curling again and Tara had only started. She writhed her way through a torturous build-up but was screaming Tara’s name during the delicious pay-off.
Her voice was just a series of gruff sounds by the time Tara strummed a second orgasm from her. There was no let-up and she was nearing a third shattering climax, when she felt Tara’s thigh slide in where her mouth had been. The wonderful weight of a warm body settled on her and she gave herself over to the kiss she offered.
Tara’s lips were wet with her and plump from their activity. Willow just about came undone when they touched her, but managed to stay in control long enough to feel for Tara’s hand.
“Wait…” she whispered, only the smallest of gaps between their lips, “Give me your hand.”
Tara put her hand in Willow’s and moved her thigh away as her hand was put between them. She let it just hang there for a minute, distracted as Willow wetted her fingers with her arousal.
The breath rushed from her lungs with sharp but slow inhale when those fingers entered her, filling her in every sense. She rocked her hips into them; slowly at first but quickly building speed.
She finally remembered her hand cupping Willow and adjusted herself to slide between her folds. Willow’s other hand tightened in Tara’s back and they started a rhythmic bump and grind while resuming the passionate kiss that had been abandoned earlier.
Tara lost count of how many times she switched from being on top to rolling around on her back; both of them just locked into each other and moving however their bodies wanted.
The blanket was tangled around them and pillows were strewn in all directions. The bed was squeaking, but neither could hear anything but the other’s impassioned moans. They were completely lost in the thrall of each other and the intense physicality of their lust.
They finally ended up back where they started, Willow on her back and Tara above; fingers buried deep and other hands twined above their heads. Mini-orgasms had wracked their bodies throughout but both were holding out for the final showdown.
Tara had Willow’s bottom lip in her mouth and was nibbling to her heart’s content. Willow felt Tara’s tongue slide out and hit hers every few seconds, adding to their messy and intoxicating mesh of bodies.
Her clit was quivering under Tara’s thumb and it was spreading to a tremble in her thighs and a shiver up her spine.
“I’m…”she tried to speak but Tara still had her lip hostage and she wasn’t about to give up that attention.
She closed her eyes and waited those almost painful seconds to finally break; the first wave a flood of pleasure and the aftershocks sending that feeling from the top of her head to the tip of her toes.
A somewhat delirious smile formed on her face, able to stretch as Tara wasn’t kissing her any longer. Willow’s head snapped to attention slightly at realising that, looking for those sweet lips again, but Tara sat up and back, straddling her.
Willow watched, hypnotised by Tara’s curves and the look of enjoyment on her face as she took Willow’s fingers. She lay motionless just watching the show but luckily realised pretty quick that Tara wasn’t giving her a show so much as trying to get herself off.
She used her other hand to start to rub her girlfriend’s clit again and the soft sigh returned told Willow she was giving what was wanted, and if she just so happened to enjoy watching it being done then all the better.
Tara was sure she must look a sight; she could feel the profuse sweat on her forehead and knew areas of her normally pale skin must be a vibrant red, but when she chanced opening her eyes and looking down at Willow watching her she felt like the sexiest thing in the world.
Their wordless exchange came full circle as she in fact did start to put on a little show; dragging herself slowly off Willow’s fingers and back down again whilst gentle caressing her own breasts and stomach.
Willow almost turned purple watching it all and started to rub her girlfriend’s clit more. This resulted in Tara not needing to put any effort into her show, just coming as naturally as she did was the most erotic sight Willow could ever see.
“Ohm…umm…ah-oh!”
Willow groaned as Tara buried herself deep on her fingers as she came. She felt those spasms go right down her wrist and without thinking too much about it, took her hand from Tara’s clit and started rubbing her own again. The thought of Tara’s slickness mingled with hers was all she needed to come with her girlfriend all over again.
Tara had thrown her head back but brought it forward again, letting her neck hang forward. She saw Willow’s hand give herself the final stroke before the accompanying shudder and slowly dragged her gaze up to her girlfriend’s face.
She waited for Willow’s eyes to settle, then settle on her, before picking up her girlfriend’s wrist and lifting her wet fingers up to lick clean.
Willow’s eyes popped and mouth dropped.
“Ohhh…don’t…I don’t think I can take another one…and that’s gonna make me…”
Tara took two of Willow’s fingers fully into her mouth and slowly released them, all the while maintaining eye contact, before letting her girlfriend have both her hands back. She moved off to the side and fixed the pillows, then padded across the room to the bathroom.
Willow was still lying there with an utterly stunned look on her face by the time Tara got back, but did blink when she felt her girlfriend get back into bed under the sheet.
She looked to Tara who had the doe-eyed innocent look she always had. It thrilled Willow in ways she could never verbalise that she knew the person beyond that look; emotionally and, she could hardly deny after that session, physically too.
She turned on her side and did a two finger – two
particular fingers – dance onto Tara’s stomach.
“…you were a little naughty.”
Tara had splashed her face and rid herself of any flushed cheeks, but they came back in full force then. Willow laid her palm flat on Tara’s belly and looked up coyly.
“I liked it.”
Tara could feel flutters right under Willow’s hand.
“You did?”
“No, I just have multiple orgasms really, really easily,” Willow replied with a goofy grin, before she regained a more sombre composure, “You’re amazing. I hope you know that.”
She pressed a long kiss to each of Tara’s cheeks, who just smiled and covered Willow’s hand on her stomach, squeezing.
“Not so bad yourself.”
Willow smiled back, then dropped her head to Tara’s shoulder, kissed there and cuddled in. They rested, Willow running her foot on Tara’s shin and Tara rubbing the arm draped over her chest. They said a few words to each other but were mostly content in the silence and the synchronicity of their breathing.
Eventually though, Tara giggled, and did so in such a way that it seemed she hadn’t even expected it herself. Willow looked up to her.
“What are you laughing at?” she asked with playful accusation, poking her girlfriend in the chest.
Tara was smiling, their earlier conversation having floated into her head with all the other errant thoughts.
“So swimsuit editions, huh?”
Willow turned her head away, smiled, then turned back.
“Truth?” she asked and got a nod back, “I got a Playboy once and… it was way too intense for me. I went for the ‘less is more’, probably because I was too scared to explore my feelings beyond the initial buzz.”
Tara brushed some hair from Willow’s brow, then trailed a finger down her arm.
“I’m very glad you stopped being scared.”
Willow cocked her head and pressed her lips against Tara’s.
“Well, just proves I needed the right material…” she said, kissing Tara again and deeply inhaling through her nose to breath in the process, “Those candles smell so good.”
She bumped noses with Tara.
“You know what I’d make if I could…?” she whispered, copying Tara’s trailing finger trick, “A Tara-scented candle.”
“I think my lotion comes in a candle,” Tara replied, glancing over to the bottle on her nightstand, “I got a gift set with it once.”
Willow moved her mouth down to Tara’s ear and whispered even lower.
“That’s not what I meant.”
Tara’s eyes went wide and Willow grinned when she saw the reaction she got. She wondered if she could tease her girlfriend any more, but got distracted as something flew under their door.
She walked over and picked it up, a pink piece of card with writing on.
“We got another noise warning,” she said, scrunching up her nose as she read.
Tara dropped her head into her hands and groaned.
“It’s not you, it was me this time,” Willow reassured, sitting on the edge of the bed and taking Tara’s hand, “You were just making your cute moan-y noises.”
That just served to embarrass Tara more, but Willow was already on the go again.
“Do you want a snack?”
Tara watched Willow throw the card in the trash and brought the blanket up around herself.
“Yes, please.”
Willow got a tub of applesauce and a spoon and brought it back over to the bed. She peeled the lid and offered Tara the first spoon before taking one for herself. She sighed softly.
“This is what it’s all about for me. You, me and applesauce.”
“You have very complex needs,” Tara replied with a crooked, wry grin.
Willow looked over at Tara adoringly.
“I could live without the applesauce if I hadta.”
Tara smiled and leaned over to press a kiss onto Willow’s cheek. Willow smiled back and offered another spoonful, which Tara took happily.
They spent the evening in their own little cocoon, exchanging applesauce and kisses, until wearied out, they fell asleep curled up in each other and nothing else.
by branny72 » Wed Dec 25, 2013 10:04 pm 
Tara's wiggly butt 
