Willow sat on Tara's bed, eyes closed, her breathing slow and deliberate. The warmth rising inside her made her head swim; she had never known such a simple sensation could feel so intense. Aside, she was amazed at how quickly she had grown comfortable with this, despite it being something she would never have considered for herself just a little more than a year ago. Now it felt like second nature to her, the newness of it still exciting even as she became more and more familiar.
She had never imagined magic could feel like this, not back when she was merely floating pencils and dabbling in protection spells. This....this was a whole new world.
She and Tara sat cross-legged, facing each other, hardly more than an inch apart, so close that if she were to wiggle her feet, the tip of her sock would graze the top of Tara's bare foot. They had been practicing new spells all night and well into the early morning hours, just as they had for the last four nights. It was so thrilling to have someone who could relate to this sort of thing, who could teach her and learn with her.
And though she had tried to deny it, there was something else about Tara that Willow was irresistably drawn to. She cracked her eyes open just a bit and watched Tara roll her head slowly, still coming down from the last spell. In an earthy, low-cut dress, Tara's arms and much of the front of her chest was bare....and Willow found herself thinking about --
"Wow," Tara breathed, opening her eyes. "That one was really something, d-didn't you think so?"
"Huh?" Willow said, feeling like a doof as she was caught off guard lost in her own thoughts. "Oh - yeah, yeah definitely. I liked it."
They smiled at each other. For a minute the silence was nervous, awkward....and then it was something else.
"Okay, I've got one," Tara spoke up finally. "Close your eyes."
Willow did.
"Okay, now, um, raise your arms high over your head."
Willow did, feeling the bottom of her pink sweater ride up and expose her belly button. Some part of her hoped Tara would take notice.
Tara did. The top button of Willow's jeans was undone also, and along with her midriff Tara could see just a glimpse of her panties. She giggled to herself silently. "Higher," she said. "As high as they'll go. Try to touch the ceiling."
Willow grinned, efforting to stretch her arms a little higher. "Is this good?" she asked.
Tara bit her lip to keep from laughing at her little prank. "Perfect," she said - and with that grabbed Willow around the tummy and gave her a fast tickle.
Willow reached the ceiling all right - practically jumped through it, squealing. "Hey!" she yelped, "No fair!"
"Ha ha, sorry," Tara laughed. "My mom did that one to me when I was little. I've always wanted to get someone else with it."
"Okay, you got me," Willow said, shifting to a kneeling position. "What about you, Tara, huh? Are you ticklish?"
"M-me?" Tara stammered. "No, n-not really. I mean, only when someone, you know...tickles me."
"Like this?" Willow placed a hand on each of Tara's legs and started pinching the soft spots right above her knees. Tara flipped, rocking back and forth on her bottom and snorting laughter.
"Oh God! hahahahah! Oh God stop!" she laughed, finally managing to push Willow's hands away.
Willow grinned mischievously at seeing Tara's ticklishness on display. It was something she'd been wondering about, and she was delighted to find her suspicions confirmed. Willow thought back to the fun she'd had with Oz before he left, tying him up and tickling him mercilessly. Nothing else had given her quite the same thrill as having his body and mind at the mercy of her devious fingers. The sex that followed one of those tickle sessions was hotter and heavier than any other time. Now, in the face of her growing sexual attraction to Tara, she saw an opportunity to introduce her deepest darkest kink....maybe it could be just the opening they needed.
"Gosh," Willow said. "I used to think I was the post ticklish person in Sunnydale. Guess I've got some competition for that title now." She punctuated that statement with a poke to the belly button.
"No way, you're way more ticklish than I am," Tara giggled.
Willow put on a flirty look. "Oh yeah? Prove it."
Tara gave a little stunned smile. "Wh-what do you mean?"
Rather than speak her answer, Willow leaned in slowly, hesitating just enough to give Tara a chance to wave her off. Tara didn't.
Willow gently slipped the straps of Tara's dress off her shoulders. Tara was trembling slightly, and Willow realized she was as well - especially as Tara took the cue and slipped the dress the rest of the way off.
Tara blushed, looked down at the bed. She was nearly bare before Willow, in only a cotton bra and panties. She had not been in such an intimate setting since...well....
Willow sensed this, and despite her own timidity lifted Tara's chin and gave her a reassuring smile. Tara returned it.
Willow laid Tara down on her back, sliding her hands up Tara's arms to take her wrists and raise them to the bedposts. She closed Tara's fingers around the posts, and Tara held on obligingly as Willow got up to grab a handful of scarves from a drawer.
Within a minute, Tara's wrists were securely but comfortably bound to the bedposts. "Y-you've done this before?" she asked as Willow did the same to her ankles.
"Mmm, once or twice," Willow blushed. "There. All set."
She moved up and sat down alongside Tara's body, drinking in the sight of her. She grinned at the look on Tara's face, a mix of trust and fear and anxiousness; she had seen it on Oz's face so many times. She had never done anything like this before....not with a woman....she was surprised at how smoothly she was taking it.
Willow began to walk her fingers down Tara's arms, drawing the first slight twitches when she dotted the insides of her elbows, eliciting the first breathy giggles when she moved down the triceps and closed in on the armpits.
"Oh, I d-don't think I can t-take this......" Tara murmured, shutting her eyes.
"Shhhh.....of course you can take it," Willow said. "Besides, it's not like you have much of a choice."
Tara might not have heard the end of that sentence, because that's when Willow dug into the hollows under her arms, closing her fingers into a point and spinning them like a drill, back and forth. Tara let out a shriek, which gave way to a torrent of sweet laughter.
"Ohahahahahahaha noaohahahahahahahahahahaa!!! Willlllll!!!!!"
"Well just see who's more ticklish, won't we?" Willow taunted. "How about down here?"
Willow slid her hands down over Tara's ribcage, placing each of her fingers right in between a pair of ribs and vibrating them. Tara arched her back, her torso twisting and jerking from side to side in mid-air. She was awash in ticklish laughter, so much so that she did not notice her bra being removed until Willow's fingers found their way to the sides of her breasts.
Willow closed her eyes and purred, tingling at her first touch of another woman's breasts. She cupped her hands over them, lightly grazing the sides and undersides with her nails, carefully following even as Tara's chest heaved with laughter.
Warmth washed over Willow. She marveled at the softness of the woman's body beneath her, reveled int its sublime sensitivity. As she dragged her nails down the length of Tara's upper body, she paid close attention to the lines leading from the sides of her stomach down towards her crotch. That had always been an ultra-sensitive spot on her own body, and she was glad to see Tara was wired the same way. Tara bucked wildly as Willow ran her fingers slowly along those lines, and for the first time a deep pleasured moan mixed in with her laughter.
"Ohhhhhhhhahahahahahahaha no not there ahahahahahaha Willow pleeeeeease!!!" she cried.
"Ready to say mercy yet?" Willow asked, running her nails over Tara's stomach.
"Oh y-yes!! M-mercy! Mercy!"
"Awww," Willow whined playfully. "I wanted to play with you some more." She kissed Tara's stomach and stroked her thighs.
"W-well," Tara said, regaining her breath. "I think y-you deserve a turn. I - I still think you're the more ticklish one."
Willow put her lips to Tara's ear as she untied her bonds. "You think you can break me?" she whispered.
"Just you wait," Tara replied.
She had never imagined magic could feel like this, not back when she was merely floating pencils and dabbling in protection spells. This....this was a whole new world.
She and Tara sat cross-legged, facing each other, hardly more than an inch apart, so close that if she were to wiggle her feet, the tip of her sock would graze the top of Tara's bare foot. They had been practicing new spells all night and well into the early morning hours, just as they had for the last four nights. It was so thrilling to have someone who could relate to this sort of thing, who could teach her and learn with her.
And though she had tried to deny it, there was something else about Tara that Willow was irresistably drawn to. She cracked her eyes open just a bit and watched Tara roll her head slowly, still coming down from the last spell. In an earthy, low-cut dress, Tara's arms and much of the front of her chest was bare....and Willow found herself thinking about --
"Wow," Tara breathed, opening her eyes. "That one was really something, d-didn't you think so?"
"Huh?" Willow said, feeling like a doof as she was caught off guard lost in her own thoughts. "Oh - yeah, yeah definitely. I liked it."
They smiled at each other. For a minute the silence was nervous, awkward....and then it was something else.
"Okay, I've got one," Tara spoke up finally. "Close your eyes."
Willow did.
"Okay, now, um, raise your arms high over your head."
Willow did, feeling the bottom of her pink sweater ride up and expose her belly button. Some part of her hoped Tara would take notice.
Tara did. The top button of Willow's jeans was undone also, and along with her midriff Tara could see just a glimpse of her panties. She giggled to herself silently. "Higher," she said. "As high as they'll go. Try to touch the ceiling."
Willow grinned, efforting to stretch her arms a little higher. "Is this good?" she asked.
Tara bit her lip to keep from laughing at her little prank. "Perfect," she said - and with that grabbed Willow around the tummy and gave her a fast tickle.
Willow reached the ceiling all right - practically jumped through it, squealing. "Hey!" she yelped, "No fair!"
"Ha ha, sorry," Tara laughed. "My mom did that one to me when I was little. I've always wanted to get someone else with it."
"Okay, you got me," Willow said, shifting to a kneeling position. "What about you, Tara, huh? Are you ticklish?"
"M-me?" Tara stammered. "No, n-not really. I mean, only when someone, you know...tickles me."
"Like this?" Willow placed a hand on each of Tara's legs and started pinching the soft spots right above her knees. Tara flipped, rocking back and forth on her bottom and snorting laughter.
"Oh God! hahahahah! Oh God stop!" she laughed, finally managing to push Willow's hands away.
Willow grinned mischievously at seeing Tara's ticklishness on display. It was something she'd been wondering about, and she was delighted to find her suspicions confirmed. Willow thought back to the fun she'd had with Oz before he left, tying him up and tickling him mercilessly. Nothing else had given her quite the same thrill as having his body and mind at the mercy of her devious fingers. The sex that followed one of those tickle sessions was hotter and heavier than any other time. Now, in the face of her growing sexual attraction to Tara, she saw an opportunity to introduce her deepest darkest kink....maybe it could be just the opening they needed.
"Gosh," Willow said. "I used to think I was the post ticklish person in Sunnydale. Guess I've got some competition for that title now." She punctuated that statement with a poke to the belly button.
"No way, you're way more ticklish than I am," Tara giggled.
Willow put on a flirty look. "Oh yeah? Prove it."
Tara gave a little stunned smile. "Wh-what do you mean?"
Rather than speak her answer, Willow leaned in slowly, hesitating just enough to give Tara a chance to wave her off. Tara didn't.
Willow gently slipped the straps of Tara's dress off her shoulders. Tara was trembling slightly, and Willow realized she was as well - especially as Tara took the cue and slipped the dress the rest of the way off.
Tara blushed, looked down at the bed. She was nearly bare before Willow, in only a cotton bra and panties. She had not been in such an intimate setting since...well....
Willow sensed this, and despite her own timidity lifted Tara's chin and gave her a reassuring smile. Tara returned it.
Willow laid Tara down on her back, sliding her hands up Tara's arms to take her wrists and raise them to the bedposts. She closed Tara's fingers around the posts, and Tara held on obligingly as Willow got up to grab a handful of scarves from a drawer.
Within a minute, Tara's wrists were securely but comfortably bound to the bedposts. "Y-you've done this before?" she asked as Willow did the same to her ankles.
"Mmm, once or twice," Willow blushed. "There. All set."
She moved up and sat down alongside Tara's body, drinking in the sight of her. She grinned at the look on Tara's face, a mix of trust and fear and anxiousness; she had seen it on Oz's face so many times. She had never done anything like this before....not with a woman....she was surprised at how smoothly she was taking it.
Willow began to walk her fingers down Tara's arms, drawing the first slight twitches when she dotted the insides of her elbows, eliciting the first breathy giggles when she moved down the triceps and closed in on the armpits.
"Oh, I d-don't think I can t-take this......" Tara murmured, shutting her eyes.
"Shhhh.....of course you can take it," Willow said. "Besides, it's not like you have much of a choice."
Tara might not have heard the end of that sentence, because that's when Willow dug into the hollows under her arms, closing her fingers into a point and spinning them like a drill, back and forth. Tara let out a shriek, which gave way to a torrent of sweet laughter.
"Ohahahahahahaha noaohahahahahahahahahahaa!!! Willlllll!!!!!"
"Well just see who's more ticklish, won't we?" Willow taunted. "How about down here?"
Willow slid her hands down over Tara's ribcage, placing each of her fingers right in between a pair of ribs and vibrating them. Tara arched her back, her torso twisting and jerking from side to side in mid-air. She was awash in ticklish laughter, so much so that she did not notice her bra being removed until Willow's fingers found their way to the sides of her breasts.
Willow closed her eyes and purred, tingling at her first touch of another woman's breasts. She cupped her hands over them, lightly grazing the sides and undersides with her nails, carefully following even as Tara's chest heaved with laughter.
Warmth washed over Willow. She marveled at the softness of the woman's body beneath her, reveled int its sublime sensitivity. As she dragged her nails down the length of Tara's upper body, she paid close attention to the lines leading from the sides of her stomach down towards her crotch. That had always been an ultra-sensitive spot on her own body, and she was glad to see Tara was wired the same way. Tara bucked wildly as Willow ran her fingers slowly along those lines, and for the first time a deep pleasured moan mixed in with her laughter.
"Ohhhhhhhhahahahahahahaha no not there ahahahahahaha Willow pleeeeeease!!!" she cried.
"Ready to say mercy yet?" Willow asked, running her nails over Tara's stomach.
"Oh y-yes!! M-mercy! Mercy!"
"Awww," Willow whined playfully. "I wanted to play with you some more." She kissed Tara's stomach and stroked her thighs.
"W-well," Tara said, regaining her breath. "I think y-you deserve a turn. I - I still think you're the more ticklish one."
Willow put her lips to Tara's ear as she untied her bonds. "You think you can break me?" she whispered.
"Just you wait," Tara replied.
