Buffy Part 2: Soaking in a Willow Wonderland
Starring Alyson Hannigan as Willow Rosenberg and Amber Benson as Tara Maclay
Written by GeeJay
Written by GeeJay
Willow and Tara ambled along the winding country lane inhaling the fresh air and admiring the views over the lush green fields to the town nestling in the valley below.
"Giles was right. This is a lovely place," Tara said leaning on a gate and inadvertently entered into a staring match with a cow, which she lost.
"Gadzooks and verily I cannot agreest more m'lady," Willow replied.
"Pardon?"
"Sorry, did I come over all cod Shakespearian? Must be the effect of being in the home of the great man."
"We're not in Stratford, Wil. Just in England in general."
"Close enough. There's something about the atmosphere here that just makes me want to get my gadzooks out."
Tara laughed and hugged the redhead. "Will you get your gadzooks out for me maybe?"
"Verily," Willow replied and then pulled away from Tara as an elderly man trundled towards them on a rickety bicycle.
He stopped and stared at them. Willow guessed he was 80 at least. Tara thought she'd seen handsomer demons in Sunnydale.
"Afternoon, ladies," he croaked, raising his hat to reveal a bald and very scarred head.
"Afternoon," Willow muttered, wondering if this was going to turn into an English version of Deliverance. First sign of a banjo and she'd be off!
"You coming or are you going?" he asked.
"Uh, I guess we're kind of going."
"Just be warned there's a storm coming. I can feel it in me head. Have a listen. You can hear me metal plate humming. Sure sign there's a storm coming and it'd be a shame if you young ladies were to get all wet wearing those nice long dresses and all. Makes a change to see young maids covering themselves up. Mind I likes to see a bit of firm juicy female thigh if truth be told."
Willow glanced at Tara who was barely containing a fit of the giggles.
Desperate to steer the conversation away from juicy female thighs Willow said, "But the weatherman on the TV this morning said..."
The old man cackled. "What do they stupid buggers now? Cow in the field there got more brains and better looks. They plugs in their computer, gets a picture from a million miles up in space and reckon they know what the weather will do on this little bit of the planet. Hah! Storm coming or my name ain't... um... buggered if I can remember me name now."
With that he cycled off leaving Tara in tears of laughter and Willow wondering what had just metaphorically hit her.
Once she'd got herself under control Tara asked, "You think it'll rain?"
Willow looked to the sky, which was blue and spotted with fluffy white clouds that looked as threatening as a kitten.
"Call me old fashioned, but still I believe in satellites and computers," Willow said. "We continue."
Tara fell into step beside her. "I swear he leered when he said about us getting wet in our lovely long dresses."
Willow grinned. "And let's not forget our juicy thighs." She bent and raised her skirt to mid thigh, posing for a moment before allowing the ankle length garment to fall back into place.
She looked at Tara in her white blouse and long red dress, the sunlight shining through the blouse outlining her body beneath. She then looked at her own outfit that consisted of a white t-shirt with a cartoon rabbit over her breasts (she could only wear it now she was well away from Anya) and a long white ankle length skirt. Legs indeed well covered. But if they got wet...
Tara giggled again.
"What is it now?" Willow asked smiling, enjoying her lovers' happiness.
"That talk about getting wet made me think of poor old Buffy and Xander yesterday. When they came through the door soaked to the skin like drowned rats. It must have been so embarrassing having to walk home like that. I'd have stayed in the river and drowned with dignity."
"It was poor Buffy I felt sorry for. White slacks so not good for getting dunked in."
"Xander couldn't keep his eyes off her."
"I suspect he wasn't the only male doing that."
"He looked quite good in that shirt clinging to him."
Willow feigned shock. "Tara...are you turning...straight?"
"Must be the civilising English air."
"Come here," Willow grabbed Tara by the waist and pulled her close. They kissed and hugged, their hands slowly exploring each other's bodies. Tara was rubbing Willow's left breast when a low rumble brought their passion to a halt. They looked into one another's eyes.
"Tell me that wasn't thunder," Tara said.
"That wasn't thunder," Willow replied as another low rumble filled the air and it began to get noticeably darker. "Of course I could be wrong."
The girls looked skyward. Where only a few minutes ago it had been a blue, fluffy white cloud day, now it was a dark threatening cloud day.
"Where the hell did that come from?" Tara asked. "He said thirty minutes."
"Guess his plate is picking stray signals."
And then the rain started. It didn't begin gently, but from the start it hammered down. The pair desperately looked for shelter but there was none. Only hedgerow and field for a couple of miles.
As the rain turned into a torrent Willow and Tara simply stood where they were holding one another. Both gasped as the rain hammered down onto them soaking through their thin summer clothing in an instant.
Willow closed her eyes and surrendered herself to the inevitable. She wanted to feel every sensation as the rain soaked her t-shirt and skirt to her skin. She felt the rain plastering the t-shirt to her body. It now clung to her back and she gasped as water poured down between her breasts and moulded the t-shirt over them.
She felt the thin material of her skirt clinging to her thighs and calves and pressing itself against her buttocks where her white cotton panties were now as soaked as her outer clothing. The water ran mercilessly into her trainers and she playfully wriggled her toes enjoying the feel of the wet between the digits.
I'm getting saturated, she said to herself. Soaked to the skin. And it feels so cool.
Then she heard Tara's voice in her head. I'm getting kinda wet here too, Wil.
And she was. Unlike Willow, Tara had kept her eyes open, though she spent most of the time blinking the rain water out of them as it ran down off her hair. Holding Willow she could feel how utterly relaxed her girlfriend was about the soaking. Tara ran her hands up and down the back of Willows thoroughly sodden t-shirt, squeezing the water out of the material, feeling it run down between her fingers and enjoying the little gasps Willow gave as she did so.
Tara then moved her hands down to Willows butt. She gave a gentle playful slap on the wet skirt around the redheads rear before gently pulling the material away from her skin. Willow pulled a face as Tara then let the material fall back into its clinging embrace. She could now feel Willows breasts against her own and in response her nipples hardened as they rubbed up against the wet material of her soaked bra. Tara noticed how the arms of her blouse had gone utterly transparent. She hadn't looked to see how the rest of the blouse apeared, but if the arms were anything to go by then she was showing a lot.
Her skirt was of a thicker material than was Willows, so as it got drenched it became heavier, but didn't cling to her legs. She was also wearing hose that kept the feel of the wet skirt off her bare skin, but now they began to stick itchily to her legs as the nylon got ever more soaked. Tara was also wearing boots and the as the water ran down the insides of her legs so it pooled in her footwear giving her the feeling of paddling every time she moved a foot.
Willow responded to Tara's fondling by returning the compliment. She moved her hands up and under Tara's clinging blouse, having to fight against the wet material that was reluctant to pull away from her skin. She ran her hands up around Tara's back, feeling the wet of her blouse now trying to cling to her hands and arms. Tara gave a shiver and it wasn't due to the cold and the wet.
They then kissed for a long time as they stood there getting ever more drenched. The rain now seemed to be one solid sheet of water coming down from the heavens. They couldn't have got any wetter standing under a power shower. Every little movement they made reminded them of their sodden state. For Willow it was the clinging of the t-shirt to her body and the wrapping of her skirt around her legs. For Tara it was the merciless clinging of her blouse, the heaviness of her skirt, itch of her hose and paddling in her own boots!
Then, as suddenly as it had started, the rain stopped. It was as if God had turned off the faucet. Even more amazing was the fact that in next to no time the blue sky was back and the warmth of the sun had returned.
Willow looked skywards again. "Did you just do some magic?" she asked.
Tara shook her head spraying water off her plastered down hair. "I'd have done any magic before it started don't you think?"
Willow nodded.
"We could do some magic to get dry though," Tara added.
Now it was Willows turn to shake her head. She gave off less spray. "No. This is magic."
"What?"
Willow looked into her girlfriend's eyes. "This is magic. How I feel now."
Tara gave a puzzled grin. "We're wet, Wil. We're soaked to the skin. To be honest I'm kinda scared to pull away from you because I really don't want to see how I look in this wet stuff. I know how I'm feeling in it, but..."
"It feels good and you look spectacular."
"So have you ever been wet before? In your clothes I mean."
"Got sprayed on in a mall one time when Buffy blew up a demon with a rocket launcher or something and the sprinkler system came on. But that wasn't as much fun as this."
"A rocket launcher?"
Willow shrugged her shoulders releasing more trapped rainwater to run down her back and breasts. She gave a little squeak before replying, "Or something. Could have been a bazooka. Military hardware is kinda all the same to me, very phallic and very dangerous. Avoid where possible is my motto. Unless you're blowing up demons of course. Then I chill."
"I feel like I've got a swimming pool in my boots."
Willow laughed and getting her hands out from under Tara's blouse she pulled away from her. The movement sent a shiver through Willow as her wet clothes first resisted the movement and then had to remould themselves over her body. She ran her hands over her soaked hair before spreading her arms out wide and doing a pirouette, delighting in how her dress felt as it clung to her skin, wrapping itself around her slim legs and the t-shirt hugging her back, shoulders and breasts.
She then looked at Tara, taking in her transparent blouse, flowery bra showing through as plain as if there was no blouse there. Her hair fell lankly over her shoulders. The red skirt was darkened with the wet and water was still dripping from the hem.
Then Willow saw the look on Tara's face and she looked at herself. A blush came to her cheeks. The t-shirt wasn't quite as transparent as Tara's blouse and she was grateful that the bunny covered her breasts. However, her skirt was a different story. It had gone as transparent as Tara's blouse. Willow stared at her legs as they showed through the wet material and even worse was the fact that her panties were on full show as well!
Her mind went back to the sight of poor old Buffy yesterday when she'd come into the house pulling her t-shirt down to try and cover her own underwear as it showed through her soaked trousers. Willow realised that her skirt was even more see through than Buffy's trousers had been and her t-shirt wasn't going to even begin to cover her embarrassment no matter how much she pulled it down.
But she found it all very sexy.
"Oh God Willow, look at the state of you," Tara giggled.
"Hey, you wouldn't be far off winning a wet t-shirt contest yourself."
"We could magic up a drying spell if you happen to know one."
"Or we could just squelch on back to Giles's place hugging one another's sodden bodies."
"We could cause a traffic accident, you know."
"Not if we go across the fields here. At least we'll only excite a few cows. I can live with that."
Tara giggled. "Come on then, but first I'm going to empty my boots or I'll end up with rising damp."
Willow waited by a gate as Tara pulled off her boots and emptied them. Willow was surprised at the amount of water in them. As she watched she resisted the urge to reach down and massage Tara's black-hosed feet that looked so sexy...
Her erotic thoughts were disturbed by the sound of a squeaky bike. Both girls looked up to see a familiar figure wobbling towards them. Willow was somewhat surprised to see he was as dry as a bone and was staring rather pointedly at her legs. She also sensed something else that she'd been vaguely aware of the first time they'd met.
"I did tell you did I not?" he croaked.
"You said half an hour," Willow pointed out. "And it seems to have somehow missed you."
The old man grinned. "Very localised are storms around here. It's the hills."
"Hmmm. Still kind of funny the way that storm came from nowhere and then disappeared as suddenly as it had come. Most unnatural don't you think?"
The old man grinned again. "You're a clever little witch. And you got lovely juicy thighs on you and all. Not like some of they warty old hags I've known in me time."
With that he doffed his cap at them and cycled on cackling away to himself. Tara, her boots back on, looked enquiringly at Willow.
"You think he conjured up that rainstorm?" she asked.
"You didn't sense anything about him?"
"No."
"Well I did. And he sensed what I am."
"He did it deliberately to soak us?"
Willow nodded. "Warlocks, eh?"
"Men!" Tara snorted.
Willow stared down the road at the departing man. She waved her right index finger, muttered an incantation and the old man promptly fell off his bike into a large puddle that filled the road. The two girls swapped high fives.
"Way to go Wiccans," Willow said.
They climbed over the gate and began the wet journey home.
"Giles was right. This is a lovely place," Tara said leaning on a gate and inadvertently entered into a staring match with a cow, which she lost.
"Gadzooks and verily I cannot agreest more m'lady," Willow replied.
"Pardon?"
"Sorry, did I come over all cod Shakespearian? Must be the effect of being in the home of the great man."
"We're not in Stratford, Wil. Just in England in general."
"Close enough. There's something about the atmosphere here that just makes me want to get my gadzooks out."
Tara laughed and hugged the redhead. "Will you get your gadzooks out for me maybe?"
"Verily," Willow replied and then pulled away from Tara as an elderly man trundled towards them on a rickety bicycle.
He stopped and stared at them. Willow guessed he was 80 at least. Tara thought she'd seen handsomer demons in Sunnydale.
"Afternoon, ladies," he croaked, raising his hat to reveal a bald and very scarred head.
"Afternoon," Willow muttered, wondering if this was going to turn into an English version of Deliverance. First sign of a banjo and she'd be off!
"You coming or are you going?" he asked.
"Uh, I guess we're kind of going."
"Just be warned there's a storm coming. I can feel it in me head. Have a listen. You can hear me metal plate humming. Sure sign there's a storm coming and it'd be a shame if you young ladies were to get all wet wearing those nice long dresses and all. Makes a change to see young maids covering themselves up. Mind I likes to see a bit of firm juicy female thigh if truth be told."
Willow glanced at Tara who was barely containing a fit of the giggles.
Desperate to steer the conversation away from juicy female thighs Willow said, "But the weatherman on the TV this morning said..."
The old man cackled. "What do they stupid buggers now? Cow in the field there got more brains and better looks. They plugs in their computer, gets a picture from a million miles up in space and reckon they know what the weather will do on this little bit of the planet. Hah! Storm coming or my name ain't... um... buggered if I can remember me name now."
With that he cycled off leaving Tara in tears of laughter and Willow wondering what had just metaphorically hit her.
Once she'd got herself under control Tara asked, "You think it'll rain?"
Willow looked to the sky, which was blue and spotted with fluffy white clouds that looked as threatening as a kitten.
"Call me old fashioned, but still I believe in satellites and computers," Willow said. "We continue."
Tara fell into step beside her. "I swear he leered when he said about us getting wet in our lovely long dresses."
Willow grinned. "And let's not forget our juicy thighs." She bent and raised her skirt to mid thigh, posing for a moment before allowing the ankle length garment to fall back into place.
She looked at Tara in her white blouse and long red dress, the sunlight shining through the blouse outlining her body beneath. She then looked at her own outfit that consisted of a white t-shirt with a cartoon rabbit over her breasts (she could only wear it now she was well away from Anya) and a long white ankle length skirt. Legs indeed well covered. But if they got wet...
Tara giggled again.
"What is it now?" Willow asked smiling, enjoying her lovers' happiness.
"That talk about getting wet made me think of poor old Buffy and Xander yesterday. When they came through the door soaked to the skin like drowned rats. It must have been so embarrassing having to walk home like that. I'd have stayed in the river and drowned with dignity."
"It was poor Buffy I felt sorry for. White slacks so not good for getting dunked in."
"Xander couldn't keep his eyes off her."
"I suspect he wasn't the only male doing that."
"He looked quite good in that shirt clinging to him."
Willow feigned shock. "Tara...are you turning...straight?"
"Must be the civilising English air."
"Come here," Willow grabbed Tara by the waist and pulled her close. They kissed and hugged, their hands slowly exploring each other's bodies. Tara was rubbing Willow's left breast when a low rumble brought their passion to a halt. They looked into one another's eyes.
"Tell me that wasn't thunder," Tara said.
"That wasn't thunder," Willow replied as another low rumble filled the air and it began to get noticeably darker. "Of course I could be wrong."
The girls looked skyward. Where only a few minutes ago it had been a blue, fluffy white cloud day, now it was a dark threatening cloud day.
"Where the hell did that come from?" Tara asked. "He said thirty minutes."
"Guess his plate is picking stray signals."
And then the rain started. It didn't begin gently, but from the start it hammered down. The pair desperately looked for shelter but there was none. Only hedgerow and field for a couple of miles.
As the rain turned into a torrent Willow and Tara simply stood where they were holding one another. Both gasped as the rain hammered down onto them soaking through their thin summer clothing in an instant.
Willow closed her eyes and surrendered herself to the inevitable. She wanted to feel every sensation as the rain soaked her t-shirt and skirt to her skin. She felt the rain plastering the t-shirt to her body. It now clung to her back and she gasped as water poured down between her breasts and moulded the t-shirt over them.
She felt the thin material of her skirt clinging to her thighs and calves and pressing itself against her buttocks where her white cotton panties were now as soaked as her outer clothing. The water ran mercilessly into her trainers and she playfully wriggled her toes enjoying the feel of the wet between the digits.
I'm getting saturated, she said to herself. Soaked to the skin. And it feels so cool.
Then she heard Tara's voice in her head. I'm getting kinda wet here too, Wil.
And she was. Unlike Willow, Tara had kept her eyes open, though she spent most of the time blinking the rain water out of them as it ran down off her hair. Holding Willow she could feel how utterly relaxed her girlfriend was about the soaking. Tara ran her hands up and down the back of Willows thoroughly sodden t-shirt, squeezing the water out of the material, feeling it run down between her fingers and enjoying the little gasps Willow gave as she did so.
Tara then moved her hands down to Willows butt. She gave a gentle playful slap on the wet skirt around the redheads rear before gently pulling the material away from her skin. Willow pulled a face as Tara then let the material fall back into its clinging embrace. She could now feel Willows breasts against her own and in response her nipples hardened as they rubbed up against the wet material of her soaked bra. Tara noticed how the arms of her blouse had gone utterly transparent. She hadn't looked to see how the rest of the blouse apeared, but if the arms were anything to go by then she was showing a lot.
Her skirt was of a thicker material than was Willows, so as it got drenched it became heavier, but didn't cling to her legs. She was also wearing hose that kept the feel of the wet skirt off her bare skin, but now they began to stick itchily to her legs as the nylon got ever more soaked. Tara was also wearing boots and the as the water ran down the insides of her legs so it pooled in her footwear giving her the feeling of paddling every time she moved a foot.
Willow responded to Tara's fondling by returning the compliment. She moved her hands up and under Tara's clinging blouse, having to fight against the wet material that was reluctant to pull away from her skin. She ran her hands up around Tara's back, feeling the wet of her blouse now trying to cling to her hands and arms. Tara gave a shiver and it wasn't due to the cold and the wet.
They then kissed for a long time as they stood there getting ever more drenched. The rain now seemed to be one solid sheet of water coming down from the heavens. They couldn't have got any wetter standing under a power shower. Every little movement they made reminded them of their sodden state. For Willow it was the clinging of the t-shirt to her body and the wrapping of her skirt around her legs. For Tara it was the merciless clinging of her blouse, the heaviness of her skirt, itch of her hose and paddling in her own boots!
Then, as suddenly as it had started, the rain stopped. It was as if God had turned off the faucet. Even more amazing was the fact that in next to no time the blue sky was back and the warmth of the sun had returned.
Willow looked skywards again. "Did you just do some magic?" she asked.
Tara shook her head spraying water off her plastered down hair. "I'd have done any magic before it started don't you think?"
Willow nodded.
"We could do some magic to get dry though," Tara added.
Now it was Willows turn to shake her head. She gave off less spray. "No. This is magic."
"What?"
Willow looked into her girlfriend's eyes. "This is magic. How I feel now."
Tara gave a puzzled grin. "We're wet, Wil. We're soaked to the skin. To be honest I'm kinda scared to pull away from you because I really don't want to see how I look in this wet stuff. I know how I'm feeling in it, but..."
"It feels good and you look spectacular."
"So have you ever been wet before? In your clothes I mean."
"Got sprayed on in a mall one time when Buffy blew up a demon with a rocket launcher or something and the sprinkler system came on. But that wasn't as much fun as this."
"A rocket launcher?"
Willow shrugged her shoulders releasing more trapped rainwater to run down her back and breasts. She gave a little squeak before replying, "Or something. Could have been a bazooka. Military hardware is kinda all the same to me, very phallic and very dangerous. Avoid where possible is my motto. Unless you're blowing up demons of course. Then I chill."
"I feel like I've got a swimming pool in my boots."
Willow laughed and getting her hands out from under Tara's blouse she pulled away from her. The movement sent a shiver through Willow as her wet clothes first resisted the movement and then had to remould themselves over her body. She ran her hands over her soaked hair before spreading her arms out wide and doing a pirouette, delighting in how her dress felt as it clung to her skin, wrapping itself around her slim legs and the t-shirt hugging her back, shoulders and breasts.
She then looked at Tara, taking in her transparent blouse, flowery bra showing through as plain as if there was no blouse there. Her hair fell lankly over her shoulders. The red skirt was darkened with the wet and water was still dripping from the hem.
Then Willow saw the look on Tara's face and she looked at herself. A blush came to her cheeks. The t-shirt wasn't quite as transparent as Tara's blouse and she was grateful that the bunny covered her breasts. However, her skirt was a different story. It had gone as transparent as Tara's blouse. Willow stared at her legs as they showed through the wet material and even worse was the fact that her panties were on full show as well!
Her mind went back to the sight of poor old Buffy yesterday when she'd come into the house pulling her t-shirt down to try and cover her own underwear as it showed through her soaked trousers. Willow realised that her skirt was even more see through than Buffy's trousers had been and her t-shirt wasn't going to even begin to cover her embarrassment no matter how much she pulled it down.
But she found it all very sexy.
"Oh God Willow, look at the state of you," Tara giggled.
"Hey, you wouldn't be far off winning a wet t-shirt contest yourself."
"We could magic up a drying spell if you happen to know one."
"Or we could just squelch on back to Giles's place hugging one another's sodden bodies."
"We could cause a traffic accident, you know."
"Not if we go across the fields here. At least we'll only excite a few cows. I can live with that."
Tara giggled. "Come on then, but first I'm going to empty my boots or I'll end up with rising damp."
Willow waited by a gate as Tara pulled off her boots and emptied them. Willow was surprised at the amount of water in them. As she watched she resisted the urge to reach down and massage Tara's black-hosed feet that looked so sexy...
Her erotic thoughts were disturbed by the sound of a squeaky bike. Both girls looked up to see a familiar figure wobbling towards them. Willow was somewhat surprised to see he was as dry as a bone and was staring rather pointedly at her legs. She also sensed something else that she'd been vaguely aware of the first time they'd met.
"I did tell you did I not?" he croaked.
"You said half an hour," Willow pointed out. "And it seems to have somehow missed you."
The old man grinned. "Very localised are storms around here. It's the hills."
"Hmmm. Still kind of funny the way that storm came from nowhere and then disappeared as suddenly as it had come. Most unnatural don't you think?"
The old man grinned again. "You're a clever little witch. And you got lovely juicy thighs on you and all. Not like some of they warty old hags I've known in me time."
With that he doffed his cap at them and cycled on cackling away to himself. Tara, her boots back on, looked enquiringly at Willow.
"You think he conjured up that rainstorm?" she asked.
"You didn't sense anything about him?"
"No."
"Well I did. And he sensed what I am."
"He did it deliberately to soak us?"
Willow nodded. "Warlocks, eh?"
"Men!" Tara snorted.
Willow stared down the road at the departing man. She waved her right index finger, muttered an incantation and the old man promptly fell off his bike into a large puddle that filled the road. The two girls swapped high fives.
"Way to go Wiccans," Willow said.
They climbed over the gate and began the wet journey home.
In Part 3...
Dawn meets triplets who have a novel line in swimwear.