First Respnse
by cathy nort
chapter 5
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Early Friday evening Willow stepped out of the shower, toweled herself off then blow dried her hair into a fluffy, red headed top. She closed the door to her bathroom and studied her naked reflection in the mirror that was mounted on the door.
Do I measure up? Does it even matter in Buffy's case if I do or don't?
First she stood facing the mirror with her front. She was true redhead. That was something that she was secretly proud off. A little bit of vanity she allowed herself.
Her shoulders were not broad-ish like Buffy's. They were softer, more rounded and feminine. Of course her breasts were small but the nipples were set on a large, tan field. And upturned and firm, an advantage small breasted girls have that larger sized girls didn't.
As far as her top was concerned, Willow was satisfied that nature hadn't cheated her all that much. What she had was what she had.
She turned and studied her profile in the mirror. Flat stomach and a nice tush. Her legs? A bit spindly but not too bad. All in all she gave herself a passing grade. I'm more cute than pretty, she told herself she stepped back and turned to face the glass again. Or am I kidding myself?
She closed her eyes and brought her hands up to cup her breasts and tried to fantasize that it was Buffy's hands roaming across them. That didn't work. "It's me feeling myself up," she said aloud and withdrew her hands.
"Tonight ....... Oh Buffy, do that to me tonight," she commanded the person who wasn't there.
Willow had been on a guarded high since noon. She had gathered the courage to pass "Buffy's way', as she called that route to Art and Buffy had been there. Willow had stopped and said a fearful hello. Buffy's smile lit up Willow's heart. Yes, it was not as broad, not as open as it once had been. An unsureness was at the corners of her mouth but it was a smile and it was aimed at Willow.
Connie Chandler had asked Willow about the movies just minutes before and Willow had said she would like to go. But in the back of her mind was the thought that she might have to sit in that backseat alone.
Now looking at Buffy that realization surfaced once more.
Buffy turned away and pulled a book from the shelf of her locker.
As she did she spoke. "Laura asked about going to the drive-in tonight."
Willow couldn't speak. Her lower lip quivered. And what did you say, she asked silently.
"Are you going, Will? Did they ask you?"
"Yes," Willow said firmly. "I told Connie I would. Are you?"
Buffy closed her locked and turned to face Willow. "I said I'd go if you were going soooooo...I guess the answer is yeah."
How do you describe instant joy? Happiness? Elation? Willow closed her eyes for a moment letting the wonderful knowledge, that she would be with Buffy this very night, sink in.
That was earlier in the day. Now, as she started to dress, Willow's insecurities returned. Despite them Willow had made a vow to herself. No matter what way the night went she was going to tell Buffy, show Buffy, how she felt about her. If rejection was what she would get in return, so be it.
Willow, still naked, walked out into the bedroom and went over to her dresser. She opened the top drawer and selected a pair of lacy panties and slipped into them. Then she pulled the new, demi bra from it's plastic wrap. She had bought it right after school with tonight in mine. It hooked in the front, "for easy access" she giggled, aware of her embarrassment as she pushed her arms through the straps.
For a second she wondered if sexy lingerie worked on girls like she always heard they did on boys. Probably not, unless the girl was interested in the other girl wearing them. That, Willow sighed, is what she was probably going to find out tonite if all went well. Or not so well.
Willow took a short, kicky skirt from her closet and put it on. It was thin enough to require a half-slip and she only owned one brief enough to fit under it without showing. She stepped into it and pulled it up under the skirt. Her blouse was sleeveless, thin and gauzy. So much so that it was practically see through which made her uneasy so she selected a small vest a which would cover her and offer a bit of modesty.
Even in a seductive frame of mine Willow couldn't overcome that bit of her personality.
Finished dressing she again returned to the mirror and studied herself. "Well Willow Rosenberg, it's all or nothing tonight kiddo."