Queen Bee
by cathy nort
chapter 15
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This chapter is definitely NC-17. Please beware...........and warned
The depression had set in for Willow and she had closed herself up in her room doing nothing but lying on the bed and crying. Her fears of never seeing Buffy again dominated her every thought. The more she tried to bring positive thoughts, thoughts that Buffy would somehow survive, the deeper she sank into gloom.
Her cell phone on the night stand had rang persistently for the last half hour but she could only muster up the strength to look at the caller ID before putting the phone down again. The caller was Melanie Cooper and she no doubt had called to try and cheer Willow up. Willow did not want to be cheered up. Finally after the fourth call Willow picked up the phone.
"Yes?" she said listlessly.
Melanie didn't give Willow a chance to say anything more. There was a solid knock on Willow's bedroom door at the same time Melanie, on the phone, was saying. "Open this friggin door Willow. Enough mopping. You're coming over to my house for a swim and some girl talk. My folks are gone.........."
Willow by then was at the door and opened it. Melanie, still talking into the cell said, "and I need some company. Your company."
Melanie, who could be very forceful, all but dragged Willow out to her car. Five minutes later Willow found herself sliding open the patio door that led out to the pool area. Mrs. Cooper, a very talented decorator, had the most breathless decor around the pool area. It was definitely House and Garden picturesque. Tasteful deck furniture in a colonial style with clean, clear shinny glass table tops. Even the lounge chairs fit the setting being dark oak and soft brown netting for sitting on. That it was a beautiful southern California day with a deep cloudless blue sky and not a single wisp of wind highlighted the rippleless blue water in the pool. But Willow didn't notice any of this. Everything was blotted out except for the slender figure wearing a yellow skirt and white, filmy blouse standing out by the middle of the pool.
The blond girl was wearing sun glasses which she removed upon seeing Willow. She smiled brightly. "Hello my darling."
Willow, sobbing with joy, raced over "Oh Buffy. Oh God Buffy." Willow all but knocked Buffy over in her exuberance. They fell into each others arms, their mouths finding each others. They kissed, then hugged, then kissed again. Willow was crying fully now and Buffy had to kiss away the happy tears. Willow then took Buffy by the shoulders and held her back at arms length. "Did they take the blood? Did they give you the injection?"
"No. My periods not due till tomorrow. They didn't have the chance. Besides, I changed their plans for them."
Willow pulled Buffy back into her embrace. That was all she wanted to hear. Their mouths locked together once more and it was a long time before Buffy could break the kiss off and gasping say "But they did give me some kind of herbal tea."
"I know. To increase your blood count." Willow said.
Buffy shrugged. "Yeah. What it really did was make me the horniest girl in Sunnydale. And right now all I want to do is .......fuck. ....You!!!"
Willow beamed. "Well this girl ain't about to say no." They kissed softly, a kiss full of tenderness and expectation.
Melanie was standing by the patio door watching Buffy and Willow. She herself preferred guys exclusively but it was hard not to see the total love Buffy and Willow had for each other. They glowed around each other and in mixed company they seemed to have trouble keeping their hands off each other. For modesty sake of course. It made Melanie wonder if maybe she should give the lesbo life a try. It certainly worked for Buffy and Willow. Now, as Melanie watched them kissing she was touched by the extent of their love. Then, as the kiss lingered, Buffy's hands slid under the hem of Willow's white scooter and found the pantied curve of Willow's butt and Melanie knew it was time for her to run some errands.
"That feels so good Buff," Willow whispered, her mouth only fractions away from Buffy's lips. She moved her hands down and felt the firm, athletic roll of Buffy's own buttocks. She pulled Buffy's middle into her and she mouthed the hollow of Buffy's neck. Buffy would go wild when Willow kissed and nipped her shoulders. It always sent waves of pleasure through her body and heightened her arousal. Willow took advantage of that weakness even as she thrust her middle into Buffy's middle.
"We are badly in need of a bed, sweety."
"Oh yes. Very much so." Buffy replied.
It was probably thirty or so steps from where the lovers were embracing to the patio door that led inside. It took nearly ten minutes for them to reach the door since the kissing and fondling proved exhilarating yet it did impend movement. And their were casualties along the way. The first being Buffy's skirt. Willow, as she was swallowing and fellating Buffy's tongue deftly unzipped the zipper of the skirt and it spilled down around the Slayer's ankles.
Buffy stepped out of it absently too engrossed in the French kissing to even realize the movement. The second casualty was Willow's scooter which ended up a few feet closer to the patio door. Then just at the threshold both their half slips tumbled to the ground one on top of the other as if wedded. At the foot of the stairs that led up to the bedrooms, Willow tugged Buffy's blouse free and dropped it aside. Deep kissing, Willow's hands roamed over the exposed flesh above Buffy's white, cotton panties.
At the top of the stairs Willow's own blouse was laid over the bannister. "We're leaving quite a trail, aren't we? And look Buff. I'm wearing those panties you bought me. They always bring me good luck."
Buffy took Willow by the hand and now each only wear their bras and panties she led Willow to the guest bedroom where she eased Willow on her back onto the bed. Then Buffy laid down on top of Willow and her hands boldly searched the curves of Willow's body. Willow closed her eyes feasting on the feel of Buffy's hands as they entered the cups of her bra. Hands that were gentle but at the same time demanding. Willow's nipples were erect and sensitive and she arced her back so they pushed against Buffy's fingers.
Willow needed the feel of Buffy's breasts so she circled her arms around Buffy and undid the bra. It came loose and Willow flung it to the floor. By then her own bra was gone. Bare breast to bare breast the nipples of the two caressed the other's and the waves of passion built higher, fiercer. In a moment the panties were gone too and now nothing was between the withering bodies that pressed against each other. Buffy was on top and her lips found Willow's mouth and Buffy drove her tongue deep into the wetness, inside to meet Willow's willing tongue which rubbed and flicked, mating again and again with Buffy's.
Buffy's mouth left Willow's and she lowered her head to lick Willow's nipples, first one breast, then the other. Willow's hips kept rising to meet Buffy's middle. Without penetration Willow experienced her first orgasm and she moaned as she felt the release. Buffy's lips were now moving down to Willow's ribs, then her hips, then through the patch of wiry red hair to the entry beneath.
Willow reached her hands and pulled Buffy's legs around. She brought her mouth up to kiss the exposed area between Buffy's legs. Willow leaned back and drew a pillow down from the top of the bed and tucked it under her head. Then the world disappeared and there was just Buffy and for Buffy there was just Willow
When it ended they melted naked and satisfied into each others arms.
Willow had just enough energy to whisper, "I love you Buffy."
Buffy felt the warmth in the words and whispered back. "And I love you Willow Rosenberg."