Filling in the Gaps
by Red Willow
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I knew we were being watched, it was this sense I had. Not that there were other people in the apartment, that was a given, but that specifically they were watching. I didn't care. I liked it, craved it even. I never realized how much of a thrill exhibitionism could be until I started sleeping with Casey and Claire. Who would've guessed shy, mousy Tara could do such things? When I was with them though, I wanted nothing else than to just let go and feel free. Free to act, to feel, to experience it all.
Casey cupped my sex, flexing her hand, and I arched into her touch as I mercilessly kneaded her breasts and tugged on her nipples. I moved my hips in tiny circles, the need in me becoming almost unbearable. I was ready for her, I could feel my wetness seeping out, staining my panties against the pressure of her hand while her mouth and tongue left warm, wet trails of desire across my chest and up and down my neck. I felt the edge of the counter press into my lower back and had a vision of myself bent over it with Casey working my sex from behind.
I bit down on my lower lip against the rising tension in my loins, turning my head to the side. I knew if Casey kept it up much longer I was going to orgasm against her hand with the rough material of my pants and underwear between us.
When I opened my eyes, Willow and Buffy were staring, wide-eyed with lust at our little display. I recognized that look on Willow's face; she was extremely aroused and practically panting. Buffy didn't look any better; I thought she might jump Willow right there. Or, join in all the fun, which was my secret fantasy all along. I looked at them, riding the edge of pleasure as Casey's mouth greedily sucked on my pulse point.
The sexual energy that was bouncing around the room was overwhelming, invading my every pour with wanton need. I was sure that it was affecting them as well. Willow's hands were all over Buffy, her eyes dark with desire, while Buffy's natural light features took on a feral appearance. She looked like a wild animal about to attack.
When Willow's eyes finally met mine, she jerked back and hissed. I don't know if she cursed, or what, but whatever she said, it got Buffy's attention. Her eyes snapped up and met mine. I didn't even blink, meeting her stare with my own lust filled gaze. I wanted Casey. I wanted Claire, Shell, and Andi. Buffy though, I had wanted her for far too long. With all my self-control, I kept my eyes open and continued to stare into Buffy's, stare into those passion filled eyes, silently asking her, inviting her. I watched her clench her jaw muscles and lick her lips. Was she trying to decide? What was it that ran through her head as she silently rocked back and forth staring at Casey and me as I neared release?
Turning suddenly, Buffy grabbed Willow's wrist, pulling her around so that they were facing each other. Casey dug her fingers into my sex, using the seam of my pants against me. I let my head fall forward, resting in the crook of her neck, not able to keep my eyes open any longer. Her hand against my trapped sex was torturing me.
I couldn't take it any longer, I reached up with my hand and grabbed Casey's short purple hair, yanking down on it and pressing my body fully to hers. In return, she pressed us both firmly against the counter and caught my lips with hers, slipping her tongue into my eager mouth. I rocked against her hand, not caring that I couldn't feel her skin; not caring that my wetness was soaked into my panties or that it was smeared about my outer sex like thick cream. I broke the kiss, rested my lips near her ear where she could hear every moan that escaped my lips.
"Oh yeah... Yeah... Goddess..."
"...NOW!"
I heard Buffy's voice over the steady throb of the bass and I forced my eyes open just in time to see Buffy drag Willow past the open dining area, toward the bedrooms. My orgasm hit just as I lost sight of red hair, shooting straight up through my center before spreading out in waves over my body. I jerked my hips violently against Casey with the short, rushed surge that shot through me and muffled my affirmations against her shoulder.
"Damn girl," Casey panted, her breath hot and fast against my neck.
I was shaking on weak legs and in desperate need of water as I was having a hard time swallowing the dryness. Even as I tried to ease away from Casey, she pressed on, her hips and abdomen shifting against me.
I glanced over at Claire to see her bare-chested, writhing against Andi's skilled tongue as her hand moved beyond an unzipped fly. Shell watched, her eyes slowly wandering up and then back down Andi and Claire's bodies. She glanced toward me before quickly bringing her gaze back to her girlfriend and Claire. I had no doubt that if we weren't in the kitchen, Shell would've had her hand in her pants. But she wasn't the exhibitionist here, she was solely a voyeur, but I had no doubt that she was ready to move our happy party into the bedroom.
"Casey, stop." I said softly, pushing firmly against her hips.
"What, baby? Want to take this to the bedroom then?" She asked, but without waiting for an answer, grabbed my hand and attempted to pull me forward.
"Wait. Case, stop." I pulled away from her.
"What?" She looked at me questioningly before glancing at her girlfriend's activities.
"I just..." I looked into the living room to see three women I really didn't know making out with each other. Another two sat on the loveseat, talking; one caressed the other's ear. "I need a minute, okay? Just give me a minute."
"Oh..." Her face shifted into a mask of worry. "Oh God, Tara..." She bent down slightly so that we were eye level. "Are you okay? I mean... did I-"
I silenced her with a soft kiss, followed by a warm reassuring smile as I traced her lips with my fingertip.
"I'm fine. Just give me a minute. Okay?" I tried again.
"Okay." She nodded, the worried expression clearing up, but not totally disappearing.
I turned into the hallway and stopped at the first door, the spare bedroom. Even over the hypnotic thrum of the music, I could hear Willow and Buffy's heated cries. I felt hollow. How else could I explain it? My ex-girlfriend, who'd hurt me more than anyone ever had, and the one other woman I had ever entertained true feelings for, were making love in my friends' spare room, at a party I'd invited them to. I felt left out, though in my brain, I knew that that was stupid. That there was no way they would include me in their love. And it was love. I knew that. I knew she loved Buffy, I'd always known that, just wished I was wrong. Wished Buffy could love me instead. I felt stupid too. For coming onto Buffy when I didn't realize what was going on between them. For coming on to her as if she'd ever even think of being interested in me.
But behind the hollow, left out feelings, behind the embarrassment, and the stupidity I felt, there was a degree of anger. Anger that was quickly building into a jealousy that I never thought I'd ever feel. I didn't want them to be happy. I didn't want their lust, their sounds and smells to fill the room. At that moment I wanted nothing more than to throw open the door and disturb them, cause them to jump out of view in caught shame, kill their mood, and put and end to what sounded like a very passionate session.
Instead of doing any of those however, I walked the few short feet to Shell and Andi's room. Slipping inside quietly, I made my way over to the large wood cabinet in the corner, directly opposite the bed. I pulled the small stool from beside it and sat down in front of the cabinet, opening the folded door. Their computer was set up inside, already running. I wasn't sure if I'd remember how to navigate to what I wanted, but when I tapped on the keyboard and the black screen cleared to a bright one. I knew I wouldn't have to do anything.
There on the monitor was a full view of the spare room. Andi and Shell's obsession with pornography had led them to installing a camera in the extra room and hooked the feed into their computer. Whenever people were expected over, they left the camera on record, in the hopes of capturing some naughty behavior. From the looks of it, Buffy and Willow was going to provide a great time for my friends. A pang of guilt hit me at the thought of them being recorded without them knowing about it. But the jealousy and anger at the entire situation and my luck suppressed any further feelings in the guilt department.
I leaned forward, squinting at the slightly blurry scene before me and watched as Buffy fucked Willow in two of my lovers' spare bedroom.
TBC...