Filling in the Gaps
by Red Willow
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Willow was on her hands and knees with her head hanging forward, pushing back against Buffy's hand. Holy crap, I'd never seen anything like it. Buffy's entire hand was inside Willow, rocking back and forth against her in a slow but determined effort. Willow had done that to me before, pushing her entire hand inside when I was so wet, so aroused that I thought my entire body was going to vibrate off the bed. But seeing it, really watching someone do that was... intense.
My panties were already soaked with my orgasmic juices, but I was nowhere near satiated. The hard knot of my sex ached with insistence. I watched Buffy and Willow pull and push against each other in a frenzied heat, demanding their releases and my body responded, creating fluid, readying me for stretching fingers and eager mouths. I couldn't take my eyes away from them. Their beautiful bodies moved, synchronized in need and passion until I felt my own body moving in time with their thrusts.
I was rolling my hips back and forth as I sat on the stool, the hard surface coming up against my wet heat, pressing in a flat rhythm. Was this really happening? Was I rubbing myself against a stool in my friends' bedroom, watching the Slayer fist my ex-girlfriend? I couldn't even rationalize what was going on and I didn't want to. I was moving faster with their rhythm, with the steady pulse of the music that continued to play outside the walls of my jealous desire.
Was I even thinking it, did I even care, that my hand moved to my zipper and found its way in? It moved beyond it into the slick folds of my center until my fingers found my clit, until I was rocking against my hand, my lonely self-lover. I was drenched in my own fluids, greedy need cursing me, demanding a faster, rougher pace. I tried to hold out, I tried to keep with the rhythm, to align myself with Buffy and Willow's performance, but there was nothing I could do, no control I had over the hand that would have me.
I rose up slightly; gripping the cabinet with one hand while the other played mercilessly with my sex, sliding up and over the tight jumble of nerves repeatedly until I felt the flaring acknowledgement of connection. The heat rose up quick, spreading like wildfire out of my belly, bursting forth in tiny intense flashes, and leaving me breathless and my heart and clit pounding in recognition.
When I opened my eyes I saw them still fucking, intense like primal forces. And I knew they were. The Slayer and her powerful witch were connecting in the most intimate way, inside and against each other, wanting and needing, taking and having. The tone of their sex spoke elation and love. It was nothing like I'd ever witnessed or experienced.
My hand was still in my pants, lazily stroking my outer lips, keeping the hunger alive, yet not satisfying the deep itch it created.
"And why weren't we invited?"
I turned quickly to find Andi and Shell standing in the doorway. Experience told me that Casey and Claire were not far behind.
I felt my cheeks flush with warmth and knew I was blushing from head to toe.
"I-I-I..." I tried but was too embarrassed to form words.
The two women grinned, Cheshire Cat-like before moving toward me. I attempted to move my wet, musky hand from my pants but Andi stopped my movement.
"Don't be embarrassed, its okay." She placed her lips on mine and I opened willingly taking her tongue into my mouth.
We kissed at length with her tongue plundering my mouth, my hand in my pants and her hand on mine. She pressed firmly against me so that my fingers slipped back between my wet folds, teasing the hard flesh inside.
"Wow." we heard Shell whisper behind us.
Capturing my bottom lip between her teeth briefly before pulling away, Andi ended the kiss and we both looked toward Shell. She was staring at the monitor in open lust, where just moments before I was steeped in jealous want for the scene that played out before me.
"They're really going at it, ain't they baby?" Andi asked her girlfriend.
Shelley nodded with her mouth slightly parted. She ran the tip of her tongue along her bottom lip and I felt a spark of arousal re-ignite deep down.
"See Tara, no worries." Andi ran her hand along my neck and through my hair. "Shell does it all the time." She giggled and dropped a kiss on my nose before turning to Shell.
I slowly took my hand out of my pants, feeling the cool air hit the hot heat that coated it. My fingers were sticky with my arousal and I was almost tempted to lick them, feeling dirty and needy, wanting to play the whore to my friends.
Andi unbuttoned Shell's shirt, sucking on the soft flesh of her neck as her fingers worked quickly to disappear the offending material. Next came Shell's black satin bra, breathlessly to the floor and Andi never stopped her hungry mouth from devouring the perfumed skin of her lover. I watched them, pulling in air deep and steady, like the ache in my sex.
Case and Clair entered then, kissing hungrily, and groping at half naked flesh. The door barely slammed behind them before they were on the bed, Claire straddling Case. This was it, no turning back even if I wanted to. I couldn't, my body wouldn't let me. Buzzing with nothing less than out write lust for sex, I stood and slipped my clothes off, simply letting each article fall the floor until I stood nude in the yellow light of the lamps with the curls between my legs glistening and my chest rising and falling. I was a silent plea for pleasure, standing out beyond two coupled forms; a fifth invited, but not yet let in.
I watched as Andi kissed her way down Shell's stomach, freeing her of the rest of her clothes. Shell's eyes, though heavy with want, never left the computer screen and the deep fucking that Buffy and Willow were engaged in. I couldn't watch it any longer though, not now that my jealous heat had subsided, taken over instead by the familiar knowledge of what was to come with these four beautiful women and their game.
When I heard Claire clearly call my name, I didn't even hesitate, simply walked the few steps to the bed and lay down beside Case, knowing what was expected of me. I would play their game, indulge in their fantasies, make my body their living doll to fuck and suck as they pleased. It wasn't always like this, this giving up of power, this handing myself over, or this thought of myself as the whore behind the saintly mask. I craved it though, like milk to a baby, my entire body craved their rough touches and their animal heat.
I felt the rope wrap around my wrists before I saw Claire move. Felt the rough push against my thighs, spreading my legs wide. The blindfold was wrapped around my head and I heard Andi's whispers for Shell to watch me, to watch what they do to me. With my eyes closed, and my mouth barely open, I felt a part of me give up and detach from the rest and float almost out of me.
***
"Willow." I knew that was my name, but was she really calling me?
I opened one eye, saw Buffy grinning at me, and promptly closed it again, turning my head and burying my face in the pillow.
"No you don't, sleepy." Again with the talking. "I think we need to go."
Go? Go where? I was perfectly content to let my completely spent body rest, snuggled firmly against my lover's warm strength. Shaking my head a few times, I brought my knee up toward me and buried it snug against her belly.
"Mmm, Buffy belly."
"Buffy belly hungry and want to go home to own bed."
Own bed? I thought we were in... Oh. Now I remember. Quickly the night came back to me and with it came a quick spike of arousal. I thought my body was too tired, too spent for such desire. It was dim and half hidden, but there all the same.
Buffy traced her fingers along my bare side, from my knee at her belly to my shoulder, down my neck to my chin where she cupped it gently and brought her lips to mine. Softly we kissed, basking in our quiet intimacy.
When she broke the kiss I looked in her eyes, smiling because I had nothing better to do than admire her.
"What?" She asked, running her thumb over the curve of my mouth.
"Nothing. I just like looking at you." I leaned forward and kissed her gently on the cheek.
"Oh." she smiled, blushing.
She pulled me toward her and I let my leg straighten back out so that I could be flush with her body.
"I love you." She told me before leaving a trail of soft kisses along my brow.
"I love you always." I told her with my eyes closed and my voice low. "I'm sorry I fell asleep."
"Not a problem, I think I kind of wore you out." She tried to suppress a snicker and I pinched her butt.
"Hey!" She laughed, grabbing my hand and moving it to her lips where she kissed my palm.
"Not all of us have super sexy slayer strength, ya know." I feigned a pout but she didn't buy it.
"It's what you love about me."
"No, its one of the gazillion things I love about you." I took my hand from hers and cupped her cheek, catching her eyes again. "You're my world, you know that?"
She smiled, nodded, and turned her head to kiss my thumb.
"You've always been mine." She said softly.
We wrapped our arms around each other, and I threw my leg over hers, pulling her to me tight, body to body, and heart to heart. Our lips met and we kissed at length, slowly and softly exploring the warm wet confines of each other's mouths.
"So, home then?" I asked against her lips as we separated.
She nodded twice before beginning a litany of kisses to my cheek and along my jaw line toward my ear.
"Buffy..." I whined her name softly, though I was smiling and loving her attention.
"Willow." She said softly into my ear before kissing just below it.
She sent shivers racing down my spine and I knew that if I didn't stop her and remind her that she wanted to go home, we'd go another round of the Buffy and Willow sex marathon. As much as that thought appealed to me, food and sleep were starting to demand I pay them attention as well.
"Buffy, home remember." I put my hand over her wandering one just as it neared my breast. "Isn't your belly still hungry?"
"Mmm-hmm... very hungry." She sucked my earlobe into her mouth.
"Buffy!" I laughed and swatted her shoulder. "Goddess, do you think of anything else?"
Her head popped up and she looked at me inquisitively for a few moments. The minimal moonlight through the cracks in the shade cast pale lines across her skin and I resisted the temptation to trace each and every one with my fingertips. She smiled and ducked her head leaving a row of quick pecks along my shoulder. She rolled over and landed her feet on the floor.
"Okay. So breakfast then?" She moved to find her clothes and I couldn't help but laugh at her sudden attitude change.
"What?" She asked turning back around and examining the bundle of clothes she'd picked up.
"You're just so cute." I pulled my shirt out of her hands and leaned over the side of the bed, searching for my bra.
"Am I?" She slid her jeans on, ignoring the search for her panties.
"The cutest." I hooked the clasp of my bra and set to putting my shirt on. "And don't even pretend like you don't know it."
She handed me my pants with a grin.
"Well..." She didn't finish, turning instead to sit on the bed.
"Well nothing." I told her. I got up on my knees, leaving my pants beside me on the bed until I could get my hands on my underwear. I wrapped my arms around her shoulders, putting my chin on her neck. "How do you manage to do that?" I asked softly in her ear.
"Do what?"
"Be so beautiful and confident, then shrink away from my cute comments."
"I'm not beautiful, Will. I'm just me."
"You, who is beautiful. And I love you and I think you should listen to what your girlfriend tells you."
Buffy put her hands on my arms and leaned her head back against my shoulder.
"I love you so much, Willow."
"I know baby." I kissed her temple. "Now get dressed and take me to breakfast." I pulled away, poking her upper arm.
"Yes ma'am." She laughed lightly, going back to her clothes.
We finished getting dressed in relative silence, eager to get away from the apartment and the guilt that was slowly starting to creep in from having sex in someone else's bed.
"You know what I just noticed?" She asked after slipping on her second boot.
"What?"
"No music."
I listened for a second, knowing she was right. The steady pounding of the bass was absent and I realized that it had been since I woke up.
"Guess the party's over?" I asked, standing up and walking toward the door.
I wondered if our hosts had any idea that we were in here. I secretly hoped they didn't, not wanting to explain why we'd been making wild monkey love in their spare room. Though, after their display in the kitchen, something told me they wouldn't be offended.
"Guess so."
I opened the door and peaked out. The hallway light was off and I heard no sound from the living room. As far as I could tell, everyone must have gone home, or moved to another apartment.
We stepped out into the hallway cautiously, nervous that someone would see us. I took a step in the direction of the living room when Buffy stopped me with a hand to my arm.
"What?" I whispered, turning back to face her.
"Do you hear that?"
"Hear what?" I cocked my head to the side as if the position would help me hear better.
Buffy took a few tentative steps toward the other bedroom, further down the hallway. Curiosity getting the better of me, I followed her. A few feet closer to the bedroom door and I heard it clear as day. Moaning. A lot of moaning, and from several different people.
I glanced at Buffy and in the dark, could just barely outline a wide grin on her face. I felt my own lips form a grin and the familiar tingles start to stir again.
"You don't think...?" I glanced at the door that I could imagine swelling and receding with every moan, with every ounce of energy expended.
"All of them?" Buffy looked at me incredulously.
"Well, you saw them in the kitchen."
"Oh, yeah..."
We heard something I never thought I'd hear again. The loud snap of something leather on skin. It didn't sound like a whip, maybe a belt instead. After each loud slap there was a deep guttural moan, any louder and it could have been a scream, though I wondered if the woman receiving the punishment wasn't gagged. There came a set of three, quick and sharp, followed by a torturous groan that made my heart skip a beat before picking up pace as I realized whom I was overhearing.
We both looked at the door, our bodies barely touching but I could feel Buffy's heat, it raised the hair on my arms and caused me to shiver. I reached out and touched the cool surface of the door, palm flat. There was something very erotic about being right outside the door where human bodies were writhing and dancing to time's oldest form of pleasure. Where one of those women was submitting to the pleasure so few admitted to finding in pain. I actually had to hold myself back from opening the door and looking in.
Buffy put her hand on mine, it was warm and strong, and I remembered it being inside me just a short while ago, twisting and pushing into me deeper until I swallowed it, until I was impaled with only her forearm visible. Everything was about power, I realized, who had it, and who allowed themselves to relinquish it. Some people liked the power, craved it even. While others wanted to let go, needed to be free of their own power.
"Come on Willow. Lets go home."
"I... um..." I swallowed and glanced back toward the door, knowing Tara was in there, knowing it was her voice I heard screaming in ecstasy.
Buffy took my hand away from the door and I followed her silently down the hallway, amazed that she didn't even comment on the sweet sounds of leather hitting flesh.
end (to be continued later...)