First Respnse
by cathy nort
chapter 7
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A kiss, it is said, is when two people's lips meet. So simple.
But that is not adequate, Willow thought, to the one she was sharing with Buffy. Her whole world was spinning and the feel of Buffy's mouth on her's went beyond all her many fantasies.
There had been no reluctance on either girls part for they had thrown everything they had into the embrace.
It was gentle at first but only because each was adjusting her mouth to the others. Their senses were alive as the kiss deepened drawing each into the world of complete, overpowering passion.
Buffy worked Willow's mouth open with her lips and the willingness that Willow allowed added to the soaring, uncontrollable urges that soared inside Buffy. Willow groaned, a sound muffled except for the closeness of it's source.
Their bodies pressed tightly against each other, Buffy's arms were curled around Willow's neck locking her, not unwilling, in her grip. And Willow's one hand was on Buffy's hip, and the other was on the the Slayer's exposed thigh caressing it one moment, the next trying to pull it across her body.
She wanted Buffy to curl on top of her. She wanted to feel the full weight of Buffy and to be smothered under her.
Too fast, Willow told herself. Don't press too fast.
Willow yearned to feel the pressure of Buffy's hands on her breasts, yielding to Buffy's touch...... everything...... and for a moment she thought of recklessly steering Buffy's hands down onto them so there was no mistaking the extent of her desire. She had never been touched, romantically, by anyone before except when she was lost in her fantasy world. But Buffy was not fantasy. She was real, human, flesh. And devastating Willow's meager moral defenses.
They kissed a long time. One kiss followed by another and each raising the level of want inside them to another threshold. Any uncertainty Willow felt was erased when Buffy's tongue slid into her mouth. Their tongues danced, rubbed. flicked. When Buffy's tongue retreated Willow's followed aggressively refusing to let the sensation to stop.
Deep kissing.
French kissing.
Oh god. Oh god. Oh god.
Both could feel the arousal between their legs. The wetness.
It was Buffy who finally advanced, deftly unbuttoning the front of Willow's blouse and her hand moved under the cup of Willow's bra to capture the hardened nipple it concealed. Willow arched her back, thrusting her chest against the palm of Buffy's hand.
They came up for air, panting.
"Finally," Willow gasped. "Finally, finally, finally."
Buffy didn't answer. She lowered her lips to Willow's neck and adored it with sucking kisses. Willow responded with moans of pleasure every sense in her body fully alive. Buffy's fingers flicked at the nipple it held, toying, playing, enjoying it's erect feeling. Her mouth nibbled at the neck, the earlobe, the shoulder as Willow's groans increased completely over whelmed by what was happening to her body.
A new world was being discovered. In Willow's case one she had always dreamed of and wanted. In Buffy's the surprise of her lust for another girl was drowned out how much she wanted to please. To share. To give in to this beautiful madness.
Willow's hand started to slide slowly up the inside of Buffy's leg until she felt the rim of Buffy's cotton panties.
And it was Buffy who was now groaning.
Willow, consciously teased the inside of the panty before starting to move to the zone between Buffy's leg. The well that wanted, with all Buffy's heart, to be touched.
Suddenly Willow felt Buffy pull away. Fast. Slayer fast!!
"Someone's coming." Buffy said. Her slayer sense had been ignited by the approach of footsteps that were coming up to the car. Footsteps Willow never heard.
Buffy tugged her skirt down and sat up straight. Willow did the same quickly buttoning her blouse.
The car door opened and Laura Chandler dropped inside onto the passenger seat. She was obviously an upset girl. She crossed her arms across her chest in a huff. "Dumb jerk," she spat to no one in particular.
Buffy and Willow glanced at each other not knowing what to say but relieved that they hadn't been discovered. And even more so, disappointed that they had been interrupted.
Author's note: Oh my gosh. It sure is easier to experience than to discribe those wonderful moments. I hope I didn't botch this scene.
Author's note: Holy moly. It's easier to experience wonderful, sexy moments than to discribe them. Hope I didn't botch this scene.