Dedication: This is for my best Scotty friend, Justine. I had to add a little something for me, but everything else, is all for you. Hope you enjoy.
“Okay, so guys, I want you to try and finish up those pie charts this weekend,” Willow stammered trying to get the words out through the rushing children, “Miss Calendar expects to see them on Mon…,” she trailed off realizing she was the only one left in the room.
Willow began packing up the last remains of her work assignment. Teaching was fun…when the students listened to her. She really thought they still preferred Miss Calendar, to her, but she would make the best of it. Miss Calendar was far too busy researching how to restore Angelus’ soul. So, Willow being to the most reliable choice, was chosen to temporarily take over teaching.
It was Friday. A nice relaxing weekend awaited her, yet she did not budge from her chair. Everyone had plans. Xander was with Cordelia; Giles with Jenny; Oz, whom she had been sort-of dating since Buffy’s birthday, had a gig in Monterey. And Buffy, although no one else knew but Willow, was busing getting it on with Angelus. She had left school early to do, what she called, Slayer recon, but Willow knew better. She was leaving to join Angelus in his bed. Willow knew Buffy wanted Angel back, but would settle for Angelus for the time being.
So, with everyone with their plans, Willow had no one at all; except one person. Only it wasn’t right. She shouldn’t have these thoughts about someone of the same sex. And she had Oz to think about. And Justine, Justine had Steph to think about. But it had happened. She had made out with a girl behind the Stacks in the library. Unbeknownst to her that Angelus and Buffy were only two stacks away, going at it, while witnessing Willow’s little decent into her own darkness. It wasn’t until after Buffy and Angelus had finished, that they stood watching the pair of lesbians? Could Willow really be one? But Angelus had told Buffy, it appeared she was very much enjoying herself. Then, the two girls looked up, seeing them, and ran for the door. So, the two pairs of lovers had come to the same conclusion: Don’t ask. Don’t tell. Hey, if it worked for the U.S army. It could for them.
Willow realized that while she was reminiscing, she had opened her legs, and a hand had traveled between her thighs. Gently massaging her panty-soaked core, Willow closed her eyes once more. Where was the harm in this? It was Friday, and the school notably empty and desolate, there was no one there to catch her. It was her first kiss with a woman. But if it had to be anyone, Justine was perfect; her beautifully rounded breasts that peeked over her tiny t-shirt; the way her skirt had clung to her hips and thighs, beautifully molding her body. Willow could remember her smell. The arousal she knew the other girl held for her. Their first kiss was so intense. As if doing it, was the greatest sin on earth. But surely, something that good couldn’t be wrong? Or maybe, just because it felt so good, it was wrong.
“You really shouldn’t be doing that,” a voice drifted over to Willow as she shot up from her seat.
“What?” she asked, flustered, trying to straighten her skirt.
Justine smiled, “I said, you really shouldn’t be doing that. In school, I mean. Someone could catch you,” she laughed a little, “I mean, I could smell you all the way down the hall.”
“Smell? I smell? Why do I…”
Justine walked slowly over to her, “Sshh. Not a bad smell. A good smell. What were you thinking of?”
Willow blushed, “I can’t….I mean…nothing.”
“Nothing,” Justine said as she raised a finely tweezed eyebrow, “so it was nothing that made you smell so sweet. It was nothing that was causing you to rub your hands into your pussy?”
Willow’s brows furrowed, “Um, yeah.” Man, what a dork, Willow thought. I want her so bad. But I can’t tell her. Telling her would mean I’d have to talk. Talking with me equals, stammering, scared Willow. Stammering, scared Willow equals, Justine running away.
“You don’t have to be shy, you know,” Justine said softly, “I know you want me. And I want you. Everyday I see you walk down the halls, I’m so wet. I have to run into the bathroom stall, and masturbate,” Justine softly traced the outline of Willow’s breast through her jumper, as Willow closed her eyes, “I want to make love to you. Please let me?”
Willow’s eyes shot open, “But Steph….and Oz…”
“Don’t have to know. You shouldn’t be the only one not aloud to give in to your desires. I mean, we did see Buffy and her boyfriend going at it. Why are they allowed to, and were not? Don’t you want to know what it would feel like to have my fingers inside of you? To see me lick your juice off of them? Don’t you want to taste me?”
“Yes,” she replied simply.