Apparently today is Bring Back the Porn Day. And while I don't have an InsaneJournal, it did make me think that I've never actually written and published any porn myself. (Fades to black, yes, but nothing explicit.) And that seems to go right against the spirit of having a journal around here; so maybe, as a rite of passage, I ought to give it a try. :-) So this is part three of my 'Kisses' trilogy. Part 1 was rated 12, part 2 was rated 15, and part 3 is rated 18R. I don't think there's anywhere I can go from here...
The story so far:
It began in That Kiss, which shows us Buffy and Willow discussing a certain event that takes place during the first arc of season 8. In the course of the conversation, it's briefly mentioned that the two women did - once - kiss each other in more than a just-friends way.
That Other Kiss tells us how that happened. It's set on a warm summer evening between seasons 4 and 5. Buffy, Willow and Willow's new girlfriend that Buffy doesn't really know too well have just sneaked out of Anya's party with a full bottle of tequila. And we all know Buffy can't handle her drink... nor is Willow much better.
That story ended with a three-way clinch and a fade to black. And now the sequel, For A Few Kisses More, fades back up about 20 minutes after the first part ended...
Age of all participants: 19
Warnings: It's my first time (and it's not something Buffy's done before either), so please be gentle... But feedback, criticism, comments about the biological implausibility of anything I've described: all are welcome.
Shoutout: To elisi for her comment that "threesomes are difficult". So of course I go and try to write about one myself...
For A Few Kisses More
Buffy stretched, rubbing her head backwards against the grass, sighing contentedly. That had been nice. It was probably going to seem a lot more complicated once she let herself think about it, but for now, she was going with 'nice'.
She propped herself up on her elbow, looked over towards her friend. Willow had wriggled around again, was now sitting cross-legged on the ground between Buffy's ankles. Tara knelt behind her, arms wrapped around her torso, chin resting on her shoulder. Both women's eyes searched her face enquiringly: Tara smiling, Willow looking a little apprehensive.
"How did you like it? Was it nice?"
Buffy smiled languorously as her own word came back at her. "Mmmm. Definitely. Thank you." She took in Willow's pleased look of relief, then met Tara's eyes. "Thank you both."
"I didn't do anything. Th-that was Willow, you know." But she grinned as she said it.
"You know what I mean."
Tara nodded, then blushed, coyly hiding her face in Willow's neck as she added. "I w-was just being lazy. Poor Will's tongue's probably all numb and achy now. It's h-hard work, you know."
"No it's not!" Willow protested. "I can still-"
Tara's finger on her lips silenced her, then her lover gripped her shoulders and tried to pull Willow back onto the grass. The redhead squealed, then giggled and tried to wrestle her way free, but Tara had the advantage of surprise and leverage. They ended up in a tangled heap on the grass, and after more giggles - and an impromptu kiss as their struggles brought faces together temporarily - Tara triumphantly pinned Willow to the ground and sat straddling her torso.
"You're n-not gonna do anything now, Willow, except lie there and enjoy yourself..."
"Shouldn't I do that?"
Buffy's question brought both women's heads around in surprise, giving her the distinct impression that they'd forgotten about her presence. She squirmed a little inside, fighting the urge to run away into the night - which in her current state of nakedness might prove unwise. But she'd said it now, so she forced herself to continue.
"It is my turn. I want to be fair." She looked into Tara's eyes, almost quailed. "If it's okay, that is..."
Tara ducked her head, considering. She looked back down at Willow, who'd gone very still. Her lover was biting her lip nervously, gazing up at Tara with huge dark eyes. Tara lifted her eyebrow a fraction, felt Willow's hand on her thigh shift slightly, the thumb drawing a lazy circle, caressing gently. So many words in the tiniest gestures, their eyes speaking volumes. She quirked a half smile, then turned to face Buffy again.
"If you're s-sure you w-want to? I mean, you d-don't have to do this..."
"I want". She swung her legs around, got back up to her knees as Tara slid down into a cross-legged position beside the supine Willow and lay her lover's head in her lap. "I mean, if you want me to, Will?"
Willow didn't answer directly - in fact, knowing her as well as she did Buffy suspected her friend's brain might not be capable of processing speech at that point - but she mutely opened her legs wide. Which was, in Buffy's opinion, all the answer she needed.
And so, this was it. Buffy crouched down between Willow's knees, took a deep breath. Felt her heart pounding in her chest, suppressed a stray thought that cried out What the hell am I doing?
I'm doing something nice for my friend, she told herself sternly. Or I will be, any minute now. She looked at the, um, target area (It's a pussy. Say it. Pussy. Willow's pussy.), reached out a tentative hand. She'd never seen another woman's, er, (say the word...) pussy this closely before, not really - certainly not from this angle. It was... actually, it was kind of interesting. Damp reddish-brown hair curled tightly in on itself up around her little mound; delicate pink lips peeping moistly out of the dark, narrow slot. She gingerly touched them with the tip of her finger, and Willow gasped and twitched slightly. Buffy ran her finger up and down more deliberately, and her friend's breathing sounded loud and fast in her ears as her moisture wetted her hand.
I can do this. I really can. Her finger kept on rubbing up and down, the tip just starting to dip inside on each downward stroke, as she brought her thumb around to find Willow's clit. It was already firm, and the first brush drew a deep moan from her friend's throat.
Encouraged, Buffy began to rub more rhythmically. After all, she'd done pretty much the same to herself loads of times, hadn't she? This was no different. Just a new angle, different sensations... someone else's voice sighing and moaning softly...
Oh God. I've got my finger inside another woman's pussy.
But no going back now. And truth be told, there was excitement mounting within the terror she felt; the gentle sounds Willow was making, the way her body quivered and rose to meet Buffy's fingers, the wetness, the faint musky smell, all knotted up inside her and caught her breath, clenched her throat, made her heart pound, her nipples stretch taut and almost painful in the night air. She was going to do this. She wanted to. So without giving herself any more time for second thoughts, she knelt down, planting her face firmly in Willow's crotch, springy hair tickling her nose, licking long, slow and deliberately, taking in the taste, the texture, the hot, wet, squidgy womaniness of it all.
Her friend's voice was almost unrecognisable, and Buffy couldn't help but glance up. Willow was propped against Tara, her face flushed red, each individual freckle practically glowing, and her eyes fixed raptly on Buffy, drinking her in as if she were the only sight in the universe. Tara seemed slightly distant, lost in her own world, one hand cupping her left breast as she absently tweaked her nipple, the other lightly stroking Willow's forehead. But she noticed Buffy look up, and gave a secret smile, then leaned over and pointed.
"She l-likes it if you lick here and here, on the s-sides? And try to kinda flick the end of your tongue, like this..." She demonstrated. Buffy felt herself blushing (again!) but smiled her thanks. She wanted to get it right; she felt grateful to Tara - and also kind of guilty. It wasn't fair to leave her out of things, was it? So she gestured with her free hand and smiled, "Why don't you lie down here next to Will?"
Tara looked surprised, then grinned. "Are you s-sure you've got the coordination to do both of us at once?"
"'S the Slayer, sweetie" Willow murmured, then added plaintively to Buffy, "The licking stopped."
"Sorry." Buffy put her thumb where her tongue had been, pressing and rolling; slid her finger up inside Willow to find her G-spot, watched her friend gasp and turn her head to the side, her eyes half-lidded but still shining brightly, still gazing at Buffy in rapt wonder. Only then did Buffy realised she'd done that without any hesitation this time. Was she getting used to it? Or getting into it? Let's not think about that right now. Let's concentrate on what I'm going to do with Tara.
Buffy felt another twinge of nervousness. She'd known Willow for years, of course, but Tara was pretty much a stranger. What was she like? What did she like? She seemed so quiet and shy, Buffy assumed she'd probably want things slow and gentle. So she reached around under Willow's knee, stroked her hand slowly up Tara's thigh, glided it softly over her crotch, surprised to find (though she probably shouldn't have been) that it was almost as wet as Willow's. (And her own too, but she wasn't going to think about that just yet.) Then down the other side. Nice and slow -
Then Tara grabbed her hand, straightening out her middle and index fingers and pulling them towards her pussy. "Fuck me, Buffy. Fuck me hard."
Buffy wasn't sure what her expression looked like, but it seemed to have sent Willow into a fit of giggles. Her friend glanced over to smile fondly at Tara, then looked back to Buffy with a raised eyebrow and a "What can you do?" expression. Buffy decided she'd have to, um, re-evaluate some of her basic assumptions about her friends' relationship.
Maybe later. Right now her two fingers were plunging deep inside Tara, gliding out and thrusting home, again and again, as the other woman bucked her hips and panted and swore and gasped "harder" and "faster" until Buffy's hand was a blur and the summer evening smelled of sex and sweat and passion. With a low moan of her own Buffy buried her face back in Willow's crotch, wanting to feel her, taste her, take her in; her tongue flickered back and forth, slow then fast then slow again, causing Willow to writhe and cry out and grab Buffy by the back of her head to pull her even closer in. As Willow arched her back, ground her hips around, thrusting them up towards Buffy's face she almost lost mouth contact; but ten thousand years of Slayer instincts kicked in and she found herself reading Willow's reactions, following her every move in a graceful dance, lips and lapping tongue never missing a beat, until she heard Willow groan in passion and a sudden gush of moisture soaked her chin, and at the same time Tara suddenly gasped and convulsed and her pussy muscles clamped down around Buffy's fingers, gripping and squeezing as both women's long shuddering cries of ecstasy echoed simultanously into the night...
And then they collapsed, side by side, soft, boneless, limp and happy. And Buffy looked at them both in a kind of bemused wonder, and wiped her lips, and thought "What the hell just happened here?"