The Simple Black Dress
by cathy nort
chapter 4
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At breakfast Buffy and Willow noticed that their host was dressed as if she were about to debark on a business trip. She had on a dark grey skirt with vertical light grey stripes. her suit jacket matched the skirt and with her white, collared blouse she looked very handsome.
"Wow, Aunt Morgan, you look super." Buffy said turning to Willow who was sitting across from her. "What do you think, Will?"
"You look......dashing." Then Willow scrunched her brow. "Can you allude to a woman as looking dashing?"
"First of all let's stop with the Aunt Morgan stuff. I know you're trying to be respectable but it's not at all necessary girls. Morgan will do just nicely. Secondly, I'm quite flattered you see me as dashing. A woman my age can treasure any compliment she gets." Morgan fingered the stem of her coffee cup. "I don't usually dress this way but I have to drive over and meet my publisher's rep so you girls will have the house to yourselves till this evening. I should be back about seven. There's plenty in the frig so help yourself."
Willow kicked Buffy under the table.
"All day? What are we to do?" Buffy spoke with a bit of smirk in her voice.
"There's a small pond out back aways. Just follow the path. It's perfect for just hanging out. It has a pier, a deck on each end and some lawn chairs."
"You know that sounds scrumshish." Willow said. "After we do the dishes we'll check it out. Did you bring a swim suit Buff?"
"Did. What kind of California girl do you think I am that doesn't travel with her swim suit within reach?"
The pond was all they hoped it would be. It wasn't large but as Morgan promised, it had the two cedar decks, also a small pier and beside one of the decks a sandy beach. The pond was tucked in by a border of Blue Spruce so it was very private and that itself was appealing to the girls. Willow carried a small cooler in one hand containing lemonade, a few sandwiches and several of Morgan's published Romance novels. Buffy brought the blankets and sun tan lotion. Both were wearing bikini swimsuits, brief suits they wouldn't have worn at the community pool. Buffy's was a simple orange bikini, not a bright orange, it's hue was more subdued, but it was also provocative in that it plunged in every direction.
Willow's was Wiccan black and not as revealing as Buffy's. When she had seen Buffy in her's she mentally kicked herself because she had been debating whether to buy that slinky cosmic red bikini she had seen. Her practical side had ruled the moment. Now, as she watched Buffy spread her the blanket on the patch of sand, then unhook her bra that left her topless, and gorgeous, Willow wished she had stayed with her instincts.
Buffy glanced over to Willow as she dropped down onto the blanket and held up the tube of sun tan lotion. "Do me Will."
Willow did not miss the double entre. "Work, work, work."
Willow placed her burdens, they were now just that, burdens, down beside one of the lawn chairs before going over and kneeling nest to Buffy. Before applying the lotion she unhooked her own bra and it immediately made her feel sexy as this moment required. Well, maybe this is what it is really all about, she thought as she squirted a dab of the pink lotion into her hand.
Willow didn't hurry applying the sun tan lotion. Buffy's skin was smooth and though soft, Willow could feel the ripples of muscles under the layers of skin. The thing about Buffy is that until you ran your hands over her body she had the softness all women, well young girls of sixteen, had. You could not see the power beneath, you could only feel it. Feel it as Willow was doing now as she rubbed in the oil.
Willow started at the shoulders massaging more then rubbing, letting the feel arouse her. So sweet, Buffy's body beneath her, so sweet. Willow apply more lotion to her hand and before applying it she kissed the back of Buffy's neck.
"Oh Willow babe," the Slayer purred as enthralled as was her Wiccan lover.
Buffy let Willow coat her neck, then she felt Willow's hands on the small of her back, and then just for a moment slide under the bottom of her suit to tease the flesh there. Soon long strokes roved up and down the back of Buffy's legs, more caresses than idle rubbing. The application of the suntan lotion was no longer the focus. Both of their bodies were reacting, preparing for the certainty of what was to happen.
Buffy let Willow finish before she rolled over onto her back, her eyes teased Willow and at this point Willow didn't need much teasing. She again squirted a dab of lotion into her hand and then massaged it into Buffy's shoulders, then across the Slayer's belly and as the fire inside her rose as her hands traced across every inch of Buffy's body. Buffy's eyes never left Willow and her hips began to arch up, to greet. to ask.
Willow finally cupped and stoked the naked breasts as Buffy groaned inaudibly in response, her desires completely in command.
Willow closed her eyes and lowered her mouth onto Buffy's and Buffy encircled the Wiccan with her arms pulling down to her.
As Willow kissed Buffy she sensed more than saw, since her eyes were closed, a movement. Standing at the head of the path that led back to the house was a a teen girl. She was a bit older, perhaps, than either Buffy or Willow. She was watching them without expression. She didn't seem shocked, or offended, or embarrassed. She was just there and they, Buffy and Willow, were just there. Two girls making out.
Willow sat up abruptly, her eyes fastened to the girl's eyes, her hand blindly looking for the bra she had removed. Buffy opened her eyes and saw the direction Willow was looking in.
"Oh Lord," Buffy said finding her own top and putting it on quickly.
She lifted her fingers and gave a little wave. She was a rather pretty girl that was easy to see. Her dark hair swayed in the wind in rhythm with the print skirt she wore. A simple white peasant blouse that had slipped down on the shoulders exposing the straps of her flesh colored bra.
She had an attractive figure, teenager-ish if there was such a thing. The truth was she was highly attractive except...........a red scar starting at the forehead above her right eye, traveling down across her brow, into her cheek and finishing at her jaw. At points it was more purple than red. It cut into her beauty since it was the dominate feature one saw.
"Hi guys," she said. "I'm Daphne."