Title: Housewarming
Author: ringwaldoeuvre
Disclaimers: The usual. 20th Century Fox and Mutant Enemy own everything except my humble laptop.
Notes: This my first time responding to a challenge, and my very first time writing smut. Be gentle with me. Figured I had to take a crack at this NC-17 thing sooner or later. This is very kinky and very, very silly. Hope you enjoy.
***Housewarming***
Stupid piece of crap!
Willow threw the screwdriver to the floor and declared, I should write a strongly worded letter to the people that manufactured this shoddy cordless power screwdriver. Sure, its cordless, but theres nothing powerful about it! Id have better luck using a regular old screwdriver and putting a little muscle into it. Ive got more power in my hand than those AA batteries!
Ill say, Tara flirted as she walked past the redhead on her way to what would eventually be their kitchen.
Willow decided to return the sentiment and said, Yes, well maybe I should save my energy to screw something else.
Tara suspected that her blush was visible from outer space. Just when she hoped to come up with a flirtatious response, she noticed the redhead return to her work as though the exchange had never happened. She shook her head and decided it was probably best, since the daylight hours were waning and they had much work to do on the skeleton of a house. Buffy, Anya and Xander were due later that afternoon for a BBQ and a christening of the house that was still in the early stage of construction.
She was fond of the location in the desert outside Sunnydale. It was a little secluded, but she knew it would be good for Willows research to have room to spread out with her satellite dishes. The jokes about Jodie Foster from the film Contact never got old to her, despite Willows insistence that she was not looking for alien life and Tara looked nothing like Matthew McConnaghey. The design for the house was perfect, and the land was beautiful. The acreage of their lot meant that someday she might be able to built a small barn and keep a horse. She did not want to exploit Xander too much, since he was invaluable in their plan to finish the house before winter.
***
The afternoon wore on, and Willow had finished securing a set of planks along the floor of the dining room. Tara had finished the kitchen, and they decided to prepare for their friends arrival. The blonde set the picnic table while the redhead fired up the grill and took food out of a cooler. Ten minutes later, they heard a car drive up the long driveway in front of the house.
Xander and Anya dragged the kiddie pool to the backyard, such as it was. Only when they settled it next to the picnic table did Willow and Tara notice that it was filled with solid Jell-O. Willow joked, I hope you brought a giant can of whipped cream for that thing, cuz like... whoa.
I wanted to get you a set of wine goblets, Xander offered.
Anya crossed her arms defensively and snapped, Thats such a typical gift. Ill have you know it took quite a long time and quite a lot of boxes of Jell-O to make this gift. And its one of those new flavors, Watermelon! Look, its supposed to be kinky, but if youre just going to crack jokes and have boring sex, Ill take it right back home and Xander and I will have our fun.
Tara piped up, Its fine, thank you Anya. But, wouldnt it have been easier to just buy those prepackaged Jell-O cups and let them melt together?
Anya replied by smacking Xanders shoulder and saying, Why didnt you think of that?
Okay first, ow. Second, you think youre so smart. Third, ow.
Willow laughed and could not resist the need to make one more joke, I hope you bought a large refrigerator for that thing, how else will you store the pool of Jell-O and the over-sized can of whipped cream? Maybe a walk-in cooler somewhere?
Anya did not see the need, If you think this thing is some kind of keepsake, then you are really more boring than I thought.
Tara decided to end the conversation, and she said, I can attest that Willow is hardly boring. Now why dont we get started cooking dinner.
Xander had made his way over to the cooler to get beers for the group, and as they raised their bottles to toast, Buffy turned the corner of the bare structure. Hey! You were going to toast without me! Feeling the love in this backyard.
Sorry Buff, I do often jump the gun. Here, take mine and Ill get another, Xander offered.
She acquiesced and he proposed a toast to Willow and Taras successful completion of the house. Willow objected, But, its not nearly finished.
And I have no doubt it will be, if I have anything to do with it. Ill be over tomorrow to work on the stairs and Im bringing a buddy to work on the plumbing, the dark-haired boy replied. They agreed to the toast, and Buffy told everyone she had brought asparagus with an oil and balsamic vinegar marinade for the grill. Willow and Xander manned the grill, taking turns preparing the burgers and vegetables. Anya and Tara lit candles and lanterns and the friends had a lovely meal under the stars.
***
The guests left for the evening, and Willow and Tara began to clean up the plastic plates and empty bottles that lay around the backyard.
Ugh, I thought theyd never leave!
It was your idea to have this little shindig, Tara.
I know, sometimes I think Im too nice for my own good, the blonde replied.
Willow let her lips form a sly smile. Youre just right. And we both know you have a wicked side.
Taras eyes raked the figure of her girlfriend and played along, Of course, and what was that you were saying earlier about a screwdriver?
Screwing.
That was it.
The redhead meekly suggested, I did have an idea. Will you bring a few candles into the kitchen and Ill meet you there in a minute?
Tara grinned, nodded, and did as her girlfriend asked. Moments later she saw her beautiful Willow walk up with a bag in her hand. She inquired, So whats in the bag?
Just a little something. Would you like to play a game?
Sure, what did you have in mind?
The redhead opened the bag and pulled out a blanket and the item in question. Taras eyebrows shot up and she replied, I, uh, thought you said it was little?
Willow giggled, spread the blanket on the floor, and said, Its not for me. Its for you. Will you put it on?
The blonde blushed, but realized she didnt even know the rules of the game. So, uh, w-what do you want me to do?
Well, its simple: youre not allowed to fuck me until I say so. Got it?
Uh, um, not quite. You want me to wear the dildo and... not fuck you?
Willow nodded and sauntered over to her love. She knelt down and removed Taras shoes, unbuttoned her jeans and said, Youre going to put this on, and then youre going to lie down, and Im going to ride you. Hard. And you are not allowed to move.
Tara gulped as she stepped out of her jeans. The pressure began to build in her body, and she had not even kissed the redhead. Willow smirked as she saw the look of realization wash over Taras face. She removed her own shirt, shucked her shoes, and took off her khakis.
The redhead noticed that the blonde was taking her sweet time removing the rest of her clothes. She waved a hand before the blondes glazed eyes and regained Taras focus. She suggested, How about you help me with these, and Ill help you this those?
Tara agreed, and soon both women stood completely naked in the bare house. Willow suddenly felt very exposed, and realized that if anyone decided to approach their lonely house, with no walls, they would easily see the women inside the house. She disregarded that notion as she saw the dim light of the candles dance along the swell of Taras breasts, and it took incredible discipline to resist the urge to scrap her plan and take her lover right there.
Willow shook her head and decided she had to follow through, or else she might never work up the courage to try this again. She attached the harness and secured the dildo on the blonde, trying not to respond to the desire that pooled between Taras legs. She leaned in to gently capture Taras lips.
The women kissed slowly, lovingly. Tara wrapped her arms around her lover and began to deepen the connection. Willow responded in kind, running her hands up and down the length of Taras body. She cupped and massaged a breast and leaned to kiss the blondes neck.
Tara let out a moan and ran her fingers through Willows red locks. She moved her hand from the tips of her hair down between Willows legs. She let a finger glide up along the redheads opening.
Willow pulled away and swatted the blondes arm. Now, now, she scolded, thats against the rules. Why dont you lie down, and Ill show you what I have in mind.
The blonde frowned at the lost contact, but followed her instructions. She could not help but feel very silly in this position. She warned, You better not use this as an excuse to take funny pictures of me.
Trust me, I have much better plans for you, the redhead said as she lowered her body next to the Tara. She leaned in to rekindle their kiss. As the their tongues began to duel for supremacy, she threw her leg over and moved to straddle the blonde, never once breaking the connection with Taras lips.
Their passion grew with each passing second, and Willow decided it was time to set things in motion. She pulled her lips away and smiled down at her blonde. Taras eyes were hooded by her shuddering eyelids. Willow pushed herself up over the tip of the toy and felt a shudder pass through both women as it entered her and she slowly lowered herself to the base.
She began to move forward, and Tara reached her hands up to brace Willows hips. The redhead would have none of it, however, and she grasped the blondes hands and leaned down to pin her wrists above Taras head. The blonde groaned in frustration as the redhead reminded her, No touching. No moving. And definitely no thrusting. Remember, you are not allowed to fuck me until I tell you. Are you comfortable?
Y-yes, baby. Yes.
Good, because Ive been waiting a long time to do, she began her rhythm, this. Willow drove her hips back and forth. Her control over Tara excited her almost as much as the wonderful feeling of the shaft moving in and out of her wet center.
Taras entire body throbbed. The sight of her lovers breasts bouncing made her dizzy and the pressure on her clit grew with every hard thrust of the redheads hips. She bit her lips to resist the strong urge to move her hips and fuck her girlfriend. She had no idea when her redhead concocted this scheme, but she was curious about the other devious things that she had in mind. The blonde curled her toes as the groans of the redhead above her began to get louder.
Willow let out moan after delicious moan, and she glanced down at her love, who seemed to struggle with her lustful emotions. The blondes luscious breasts swayed with her hip movements, and she could tell she was having the desired effect on Tara. She noticed tears flow when Tara squeezed her eyes together, and decided it was time.
Now, baby. Fuck me. Now.
Taras ears hummed when the words came from Willows lip. Her hips shot from the blanket and she moved at a fevered pace. The redheads moans turned to screams as she matched the blondes passion. Willows hands moved down to grasp her breasts and squeeze Taras nipples.
The tension was more than Tara could bear. She rolled the redhead over and began to pump Willow with all her strength. The redhead had worked her into such a frenzy, and there was no way she could allow her teasing to go unpunished. She leaned forward to press her lips against the redhead, desperate for more contact. Tara felt the tremors of the redheads orgasm roll through her body, and she followed soon after as the pressure pushed her over the edge.
Willow presumed Tara had sated her sexual tension, but the blonde had more in store. She kissed her way down the redheads body to find sopping curls. She did not hesitate before running her tongue along her wet folds. With little ceremony, she sucked Willows engorged clit into her mouth and curled two fingers until her opening.
Oh... my... god. Tara, yes! More. Harder!
Tara decided to turn the tables and slowed her movements as the redheads fingers dug into the back of Taras neck. The blonde smirked, Now whos anxious?
Willow furrowed her brow at Taras statement. Dont even try to tell me you didnt enjoy it just a little bit.
The blonde rolled her eyes and acknowledged, I suppose it was kinda fun. And just for that, she stroked three fingers around the redheads center, I will do your bidding. She inserted three fingers into the redhead and quickly brought her to several climaxes within the next two minutes. Or was it ten minutes? She lost track as she rolled off the redheads lithe body to catch her breath.
The redhead laughed, That was kinky, and we didnt even use the pool of Jell-O.
Tara grinned, The night is young. Thank about all the boring couples that dont even have a kiddie pool of Jell-O.
Im still holding out that that mega can of whipped cream. Yum, Willow replied.
Tara smiled and kissed her way up and down the Willows body, and as she moved to hold her girlfriend, they both noticed a tumbleweed blow through the room. As quickly as it came, it rolled back out into the night air.
Tara could not restrain her laughter, Was that supposed to be a metaphor?
Yeah, the redhead chuckled, its a metaphor for random.
***The End***
~Mary
Author: ringwaldoeuvre
Disclaimers: The usual. 20th Century Fox and Mutant Enemy own everything except my humble laptop.
Notes: This my first time responding to a challenge, and my very first time writing smut. Be gentle with me. Figured I had to take a crack at this NC-17 thing sooner or later. This is very kinky and very, very silly. Hope you enjoy.
***Housewarming***
Stupid piece of crap!
Willow threw the screwdriver to the floor and declared, I should write a strongly worded letter to the people that manufactured this shoddy cordless power screwdriver. Sure, its cordless, but theres nothing powerful about it! Id have better luck using a regular old screwdriver and putting a little muscle into it. Ive got more power in my hand than those AA batteries!
Ill say, Tara flirted as she walked past the redhead on her way to what would eventually be their kitchen.
Willow decided to return the sentiment and said, Yes, well maybe I should save my energy to screw something else.
Tara suspected that her blush was visible from outer space. Just when she hoped to come up with a flirtatious response, she noticed the redhead return to her work as though the exchange had never happened. She shook her head and decided it was probably best, since the daylight hours were waning and they had much work to do on the skeleton of a house. Buffy, Anya and Xander were due later that afternoon for a BBQ and a christening of the house that was still in the early stage of construction.
She was fond of the location in the desert outside Sunnydale. It was a little secluded, but she knew it would be good for Willows research to have room to spread out with her satellite dishes. The jokes about Jodie Foster from the film Contact never got old to her, despite Willows insistence that she was not looking for alien life and Tara looked nothing like Matthew McConnaghey. The design for the house was perfect, and the land was beautiful. The acreage of their lot meant that someday she might be able to built a small barn and keep a horse. She did not want to exploit Xander too much, since he was invaluable in their plan to finish the house before winter.
***
The afternoon wore on, and Willow had finished securing a set of planks along the floor of the dining room. Tara had finished the kitchen, and they decided to prepare for their friends arrival. The blonde set the picnic table while the redhead fired up the grill and took food out of a cooler. Ten minutes later, they heard a car drive up the long driveway in front of the house.
Xander and Anya dragged the kiddie pool to the backyard, such as it was. Only when they settled it next to the picnic table did Willow and Tara notice that it was filled with solid Jell-O. Willow joked, I hope you brought a giant can of whipped cream for that thing, cuz like... whoa.
I wanted to get you a set of wine goblets, Xander offered.
Anya crossed her arms defensively and snapped, Thats such a typical gift. Ill have you know it took quite a long time and quite a lot of boxes of Jell-O to make this gift. And its one of those new flavors, Watermelon! Look, its supposed to be kinky, but if youre just going to crack jokes and have boring sex, Ill take it right back home and Xander and I will have our fun.
Tara piped up, Its fine, thank you Anya. But, wouldnt it have been easier to just buy those prepackaged Jell-O cups and let them melt together?
Anya replied by smacking Xanders shoulder and saying, Why didnt you think of that?
Okay first, ow. Second, you think youre so smart. Third, ow.
Willow laughed and could not resist the need to make one more joke, I hope you bought a large refrigerator for that thing, how else will you store the pool of Jell-O and the over-sized can of whipped cream? Maybe a walk-in cooler somewhere?
Anya did not see the need, If you think this thing is some kind of keepsake, then you are really more boring than I thought.
Tara decided to end the conversation, and she said, I can attest that Willow is hardly boring. Now why dont we get started cooking dinner.
Xander had made his way over to the cooler to get beers for the group, and as they raised their bottles to toast, Buffy turned the corner of the bare structure. Hey! You were going to toast without me! Feeling the love in this backyard.
Sorry Buff, I do often jump the gun. Here, take mine and Ill get another, Xander offered.
She acquiesced and he proposed a toast to Willow and Taras successful completion of the house. Willow objected, But, its not nearly finished.
And I have no doubt it will be, if I have anything to do with it. Ill be over tomorrow to work on the stairs and Im bringing a buddy to work on the plumbing, the dark-haired boy replied. They agreed to the toast, and Buffy told everyone she had brought asparagus with an oil and balsamic vinegar marinade for the grill. Willow and Xander manned the grill, taking turns preparing the burgers and vegetables. Anya and Tara lit candles and lanterns and the friends had a lovely meal under the stars.
***
The guests left for the evening, and Willow and Tara began to clean up the plastic plates and empty bottles that lay around the backyard.
Ugh, I thought theyd never leave!
It was your idea to have this little shindig, Tara.
I know, sometimes I think Im too nice for my own good, the blonde replied.
Willow let her lips form a sly smile. Youre just right. And we both know you have a wicked side.
Taras eyes raked the figure of her girlfriend and played along, Of course, and what was that you were saying earlier about a screwdriver?
Screwing.
That was it.
The redhead meekly suggested, I did have an idea. Will you bring a few candles into the kitchen and Ill meet you there in a minute?
Tara grinned, nodded, and did as her girlfriend asked. Moments later she saw her beautiful Willow walk up with a bag in her hand. She inquired, So whats in the bag?
Just a little something. Would you like to play a game?
Sure, what did you have in mind?
The redhead opened the bag and pulled out a blanket and the item in question. Taras eyebrows shot up and she replied, I, uh, thought you said it was little?
Willow giggled, spread the blanket on the floor, and said, Its not for me. Its for you. Will you put it on?
The blonde blushed, but realized she didnt even know the rules of the game. So, uh, w-what do you want me to do?
Well, its simple: youre not allowed to fuck me until I say so. Got it?
Uh, um, not quite. You want me to wear the dildo and... not fuck you?
Willow nodded and sauntered over to her love. She knelt down and removed Taras shoes, unbuttoned her jeans and said, Youre going to put this on, and then youre going to lie down, and Im going to ride you. Hard. And you are not allowed to move.
Tara gulped as she stepped out of her jeans. The pressure began to build in her body, and she had not even kissed the redhead. Willow smirked as she saw the look of realization wash over Taras face. She removed her own shirt, shucked her shoes, and took off her khakis.
The redhead noticed that the blonde was taking her sweet time removing the rest of her clothes. She waved a hand before the blondes glazed eyes and regained Taras focus. She suggested, How about you help me with these, and Ill help you this those?
Tara agreed, and soon both women stood completely naked in the bare house. Willow suddenly felt very exposed, and realized that if anyone decided to approach their lonely house, with no walls, they would easily see the women inside the house. She disregarded that notion as she saw the dim light of the candles dance along the swell of Taras breasts, and it took incredible discipline to resist the urge to scrap her plan and take her lover right there.
Willow shook her head and decided she had to follow through, or else she might never work up the courage to try this again. She attached the harness and secured the dildo on the blonde, trying not to respond to the desire that pooled between Taras legs. She leaned in to gently capture Taras lips.
The women kissed slowly, lovingly. Tara wrapped her arms around her lover and began to deepen the connection. Willow responded in kind, running her hands up and down the length of Taras body. She cupped and massaged a breast and leaned to kiss the blondes neck.
Tara let out a moan and ran her fingers through Willows red locks. She moved her hand from the tips of her hair down between Willows legs. She let a finger glide up along the redheads opening.
Willow pulled away and swatted the blondes arm. Now, now, she scolded, thats against the rules. Why dont you lie down, and Ill show you what I have in mind.
The blonde frowned at the lost contact, but followed her instructions. She could not help but feel very silly in this position. She warned, You better not use this as an excuse to take funny pictures of me.
Trust me, I have much better plans for you, the redhead said as she lowered her body next to the Tara. She leaned in to rekindle their kiss. As the their tongues began to duel for supremacy, she threw her leg over and moved to straddle the blonde, never once breaking the connection with Taras lips.
Their passion grew with each passing second, and Willow decided it was time to set things in motion. She pulled her lips away and smiled down at her blonde. Taras eyes were hooded by her shuddering eyelids. Willow pushed herself up over the tip of the toy and felt a shudder pass through both women as it entered her and she slowly lowered herself to the base.
She began to move forward, and Tara reached her hands up to brace Willows hips. The redhead would have none of it, however, and she grasped the blondes hands and leaned down to pin her wrists above Taras head. The blonde groaned in frustration as the redhead reminded her, No touching. No moving. And definitely no thrusting. Remember, you are not allowed to fuck me until I tell you. Are you comfortable?
Y-yes, baby. Yes.
Good, because Ive been waiting a long time to do, she began her rhythm, this. Willow drove her hips back and forth. Her control over Tara excited her almost as much as the wonderful feeling of the shaft moving in and out of her wet center.
Taras entire body throbbed. The sight of her lovers breasts bouncing made her dizzy and the pressure on her clit grew with every hard thrust of the redheads hips. She bit her lips to resist the strong urge to move her hips and fuck her girlfriend. She had no idea when her redhead concocted this scheme, but she was curious about the other devious things that she had in mind. The blonde curled her toes as the groans of the redhead above her began to get louder.
Willow let out moan after delicious moan, and she glanced down at her love, who seemed to struggle with her lustful emotions. The blondes luscious breasts swayed with her hip movements, and she could tell she was having the desired effect on Tara. She noticed tears flow when Tara squeezed her eyes together, and decided it was time.
Now, baby. Fuck me. Now.
Taras ears hummed when the words came from Willows lip. Her hips shot from the blanket and she moved at a fevered pace. The redheads moans turned to screams as she matched the blondes passion. Willows hands moved down to grasp her breasts and squeeze Taras nipples.
The tension was more than Tara could bear. She rolled the redhead over and began to pump Willow with all her strength. The redhead had worked her into such a frenzy, and there was no way she could allow her teasing to go unpunished. She leaned forward to press her lips against the redhead, desperate for more contact. Tara felt the tremors of the redheads orgasm roll through her body, and she followed soon after as the pressure pushed her over the edge.
Willow presumed Tara had sated her sexual tension, but the blonde had more in store. She kissed her way down the redheads body to find sopping curls. She did not hesitate before running her tongue along her wet folds. With little ceremony, she sucked Willows engorged clit into her mouth and curled two fingers until her opening.
Oh... my... god. Tara, yes! More. Harder!
Tara decided to turn the tables and slowed her movements as the redheads fingers dug into the back of Taras neck. The blonde smirked, Now whos anxious?
Willow furrowed her brow at Taras statement. Dont even try to tell me you didnt enjoy it just a little bit.
The blonde rolled her eyes and acknowledged, I suppose it was kinda fun. And just for that, she stroked three fingers around the redheads center, I will do your bidding. She inserted three fingers into the redhead and quickly brought her to several climaxes within the next two minutes. Or was it ten minutes? She lost track as she rolled off the redheads lithe body to catch her breath.
The redhead laughed, That was kinky, and we didnt even use the pool of Jell-O.
Tara grinned, The night is young. Thank about all the boring couples that dont even have a kiddie pool of Jell-O.
Im still holding out that that mega can of whipped cream. Yum, Willow replied.
Tara smiled and kissed her way up and down the Willows body, and as she moved to hold her girlfriend, they both noticed a tumbleweed blow through the room. As quickly as it came, it rolled back out into the night air.
Tara could not restrain her laughter, Was that supposed to be a metaphor?
Yeah, the redhead chuckled, its a metaphor for random.
***The End***
~Mary
. No, seriously, amazingly funny. Giles in a French Maid outfit was both disturbing and creative.
Great smut!
Good times!
