And the Award Goes to...? Part Two - Buffyverse Femslash Fanfic
Title: And the Award Goes to...? Part Two
Author: my_golden_boots
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Pairing: Willow/Cordelia
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: femslash, oral, dildos - girls' stuff, you know.
Disclaimer: I own none of the rights to the characters and plots from Buffy the Vampire Slayer. This story has been written purely for fun and not for profit. So there.
Notes: This is the bigger, badder, sweeter second part of the story and follows on from the revelation that Willow is still a virgin. Read the first part here at mmm_smut
And the Award Goes to...? Part Two
“You’re what?” Cordy’s hand froze.
“I’ve never had anything inside me before.”
“You mean, you’re still intact?” Experimentally, she gave a little jab with the head of the trophy and Willow yelped piteously. Yet she continued to sit compliantly with her thighs apart, looking to the dominant girl for guidance. A little tear escaped one eye, born not out of pain but out of fear Cordy was disappointed in her.
Cordy dropped the trophy and shuffled closer. One hand went into Willow’s long auburn hair while the other was placed gently over her pussy. She looked into the innocent girl’s face with a mixture of fascination and melancholy empathy. It got Willow wondering how long it was since the brunette had lost her virginity. Long enough, perhaps, for this reminder to seem exotic but not so distant she could no longer identify with it. Cordy moved in and placed her lips on Willow’s, kissing her more tenderly than she had done before. She held back so she could feel every delicate movement of the virgin’s instead of crushing it all away with the power of her own greedy kisses. Given room to manoeuvre now, Willow’s tongue stole out and flicked across her lips; the delicate, fluttering movements so characteristic of an inexperienced girl.
Cordy began to stroke her pussy, her fingers sliding easily up and down in its discrete wetness. Tentatively, she pushed a finger inside, pushing upwards until she met the resistance of the girl’s sweet hymen.
Willow whimpered delicately inside Cordy’s mouth at each press of the finger, feeling something hot yet amorphous twinge inside. She clung to the bigger girl’s shoulders, crushed against her, lost in her fragrant, dark hair.
Then Cordy was up and off her again, a wild look in her eye as she dragged the bewildered girl over to the Principal’s desk. What was it with Cordy? She seemed all of a fever, anxious to see her lover in every conceivable position; antsy. Had it been such a very long time since she’d done this? Was she afraid she’d never have the chance to do it again? Deep down - was it what she liked best?
“Here, by the window. I want to see,” said the dark-haired girl getting Willow into the same position on the edge of the desk as she had been on the couch. Except this time, the light from the window was fully illuminating every fold of Willow’s pussy. Cordy got down on her knees and used her thumbs to spread it wide.
Willow gave a whimper of concern, eyebrows rising at the inner corners in a plaintive expression. She was fully exposed and although there were blinds across the window, one flick could open them and then she’d be laid bare before the whole school. She could hear other pupils shouting and laughing not six feet from her. She gave Cordy a pleading look.
The cheerleader had found what she was looking for. She stared in rapt wonderment at the snippet of pink barrier she could just glimpse beyond Willow’s tight walls. For a moment, her bottom lip trembled and she looked as if she were about to cry, then she pressed her lips to the girl’s pussy.
Willow cried out then immediately slapped a hand across her own mouth. She stayed like that for several seconds, pressing everything in as her worried eyes roamed over the blinds, searching for gaps. Then she let go as delicious new sensations washed over her.
This - this was what she had always been curious about. She knew what fingers felt like - and orgasm, too - but she’d never quite been able to conjure up what the sensation of having her pussy licked would be like. Of course, she’d always imagined the first to do this to her would be Xander, his large, dark head forcing her thighs apart. But, hey, it wasn’t all that different now, Cordy almost a female version of Xander physically - dark hair, dark eyes, statuesque frame. Willow was most surprised by the incredible sweetness of the experience. There was no better word for it - sweeeet! As Cordy’s tongue caressed her, probing and circling, her lips topping it all with languorous kisses, Willow put her head back, feeling her nipples spring to life, straining towards something. She pictured herself sitting there with her legs wide apart, dressed now only in her flimsy floral skirt, Cordelia Chase’s tongue lapping at her pussy. Her excitement shifted up a gear.
The stimulation changed. Something new was happening - something so intense, she could feel her peak rushing to meet her right there and then. A quick glance down and the sight of Cordy’s generous lips fixed on her clitoris and sucking it - she hadn’t even known such a thing was possible! - sucking it, sent her over the edge. Her poor, skinny legs quivered and her cries were like those of the dying as her little gushing pussy jerked its ecstasy against Cordy’s mouth.
The cheerleader sat back looking smug and licked her wet mouth lasciviously. “That was sweet!” she said.
“Oh,” remarked Willow when she’d recovered. “I was just thinking the same thing!”
Cordy stood up with a sigh and ran appreciative fingers across Will’s flushed chest and hard nipples, then she was wandering off again. She clearly had something up her sleeve, though - she wagged her ass from side to side as she walked and when she got back to the couch, she pulled off her white Angora sweater and tossed it to one side like a burlesque dancer. “Oh, poor Mr Trophy,” she said in her bitchy-baby voice as she picked up Principal Snyder’s Perspex award, “it looks like no-one loves you. Well, I still do.” She placed her pout upon it and gave it a smacking kiss then, without preamble, one foot went up on the couch and she held Willow’s gaze as she pushed the head of the figurine inside. It hurt her and she cried out, then she adjusted her grip and forced it even further in.
“Oh my God!” said Willow, and she jumped off the desk and ran to Cordy. Immediately, the brunette grabbed her and dragged her down so they were both squatting on the floor together. Cordy’s knees were wide apart, her pussy very much on show. Holding onto Willow’s shoulder with one hand, she pinned the base of the trophy to the floor with the other. “I’m gonna try and get it all the way in,” she gasped.
“Does it hurt?” said Willow, concerned.
“Oh yeah,” said Cordy.
“Does it feel good, too?” said Willow, beginning to understand.
In answer, Cordy gritted her teeth and pushed down with her hips. The trophy’s shoulders disappeared. Her expression was still agonised, though.
“Lubrication,” said the redhead. “You need more lubrication.”
“Help me.”
Instinctively, Willow spat into her hand. Then she flicked a quick, worried glance at Cordy’s face, checking she wasn’t grossed out.
The bigger girl had other things on her mind. Her eyes were glazed, staring past Willow’s shoulder at nothing; tiny kittenish sounds were escaping her throat. She gasped to herself, “’Struggle to accommodate’. Don’t you love that phrase? ‘Struggle to accommodate.’”
Willow lathered the trophy and Cordy pushed herself down upon it, inch by straining inch, until she was fully impaled. Her pussy lips met the redhead’s fingers in the process, wetting them. Willow raised her fingers to her face in wonder then ran them across her lips. Her first ever taste of another woman’s pussy juice. Sharpness - salt - a musky aftertaste that lingered on the palate…
Cordy’s fingers were digging into Willow’s shoulder and pulling at her. “Hold me!” she cried.
The girl obediently scooted round the back so she was between Cordy and the couch. Her arms around the brunette’s waist meant Cordy could move as dynamically as she wished without fear her wobbling legs would give way underneath her - Willow had her.
Cordy began the rhythm that worked for her. She alternated between full length penetrations that made her cry out as if she were being assaulted and rapid jerks like machine-gun fire with only the head of the trophy jabbing at her entrance.
Willow’s free hand began to explore Cordy’s breasts, pulling down the cups of her push-up bra so her nipples peeked out over the edge. She began to mould the generous flesh as it quivered against her palm, her hand ‘struggling to accommodate’ all the curvy girl had to offer. Cordy’s nipples stood out hard - brown and teat-like. Willow pinched one and rolled it, hearing a new, voluptuous sound in the stricken girl’s throat. Gee, Cordelia was loud! Just as she was about to whisper a word of caution, Cordy turned her head over her left shoulder, her lips anxiously seeking out Willow’s. They kissed, luxuriating in sensation. Sometimes, both mouths moved in rhythm - sometimes, Cordy just held her open, moaning mouth in place while Willow sucked on her lips, plundered her mouth with her tongue.
The innocent little redhead was now lost in World of Cordy. There were Cordy’s sounds - the moans , the whimpers, the harsh whispers of, “Fuck me. Oh yeah, fuck me!”; Cordy’s flesh - full lips, full breasts, her round ass wedged against Willow’s crotch, her powerful thighs quaking as a slim hand now ran down the outside and up the inside of them; Cordy’s scents - fresh perspiration bleeding through the lingering perfume of expensive soap; waves of floral shampoo and hairspray as long brown hair fell like a waterfall across her face; the musk of her pussy growing stronger and stronger…
Willow reached between Cordy’s thighs and felt for the place of impalement. Her fingers dabble around her pussy lips, gathering moisture, then she found the tip of the girl’s clit and rubbed the juice into it. The hard, pink nodule pushed against her as demandingly as a swollen penis. The redhead wondered how in the world some men claimed to have trouble finding it (or so she’d read). Did their eyes/fingers/lips not work properly? Slowly at first, she worked her fingers around the circumference of Cordy’s clit, feeling the dark-haired girl halt her manic rhythm for a moment to focus on the sensuous strokes that were setting everything on fire. Then Willow began passing two fingers lightly but rapidly over it - the method she liked best and she was hoping it would work for Cordy, too. As the cheerleader began to bounce on the big fake cock again, her cries rising steadily in pitch, Willow realised it was the right move. She could feel the flesh of Cordy’s soft breasts squishing against her lower left arm with each jab downwards. Cordy’s head went forwards as she tried to get a look at the damage the glittering prize was doing - the stretched flesh, the juice pooling on the floor beneath them - baring her neck as she did so. Willow moved in immediately, licking her with long strokes over and over like some kind of dog. She found herself whispering goads in the brunette’s ear. “Just think, Cordelia, anyone could walk in right now.”
“Uh-huh.”
“See your dirty pussy getting pounded. See your titties sticking out. See you being a lesbian.”
Cordy imagined, a smile developing around bared teeth, her hips pumping nastily for show.
“Imagine Principal Snyder walking in right now.”
“Ew!”
“Er - imagine Buffy walking in.”
“O-kay.”
“Imagine Giles walking in. How shocked his uptight English sensibilities would be.”
“Yeah. Then he’d get down on his belly and lick my clit ‘til I come!”
“What?”
“Nngrrhhh!” Her hips went into overdrive, vibrating herself on the Perspex trophy until she came with four extrovert shudders that challenged Willow’s ability to hold on. As she came down, she leant back and let the slight redhead take her weight.
Willow’s ecstasy was undiminished. She ran her open mouth along Cordy’s shoulder and neck; ran her hands all over her body with strong, sweeping strokes.
“Ah!” sighed the cheerleader a little forcedly. Then she tossed the trophy-dildo to one side, disengaged Willow’s arms and got up. Briskly, she began to get dressed, pulling down her skirt and slipping her breasts back inside her bra. “Now, where’s my sweater?” she said.
Willow made haste to pull down her own skirt. She looked up at the dominant girl with nervous eyes, her face an unwitting Pierrot. “Is - everything okay, Cordelia?”
“Sure.” She’d found the fluffy white sweater and was pulling it on, flicking out the long, dark hair that got trapped in the neckhole as she did so.
Colour crept into Willow’s cheeks. She got up from the floor. “You’re not ashamed, are you?” She was unaware that, as she said this, she subconsciously wrapped her own arms across her chest to hide her bare breasts.
Cordy shot her a dark glance that was almost malevolent. “I’m never ashamed of anything.” She walked over to the desk. “Come on, get dressed. Snyder could come in at any moment.”
Head hanging low, Willow sought out her own clothes, pulling them back on with a heavy heart. No matter what the other girl said, she was now convinced Cordy regretted what she had just done. Willow had been too raw, perhaps, or too inexperienced. Perhaps she had been too gay, not bisexy enough for Cordy. And now, despite the fact she was fighting like a slayer to prevent it, tears were welling in her eyes. A final humiliation. She went up to the desk and stood to Cordy’s right, her head still low, her hands crossed behind her back as they waited for the Principal.
The other students were back inside for afternoon class now and the roar outside had ceased, the silence contributing to the awkwardness she felt lay between them.
“Oh,” said Cordy suddenly, “and you should seduce Xander.”
“What? Everyone knows, Cordelia, Xander doesn’t want me. He wants Buffy. Or you.”
Cordy rolled her eyes. “I didn’t say you should make him your boyfriend. I said you should seduce him. Get him to take care of your silly little downstairs problem.”
“I - I - wouldn’t know how to do that.” And there’s so much I’ve still not done with you. Don’t say it’s over yet, don’t try to palm me off on someone else…
Cordy was on a roll. She spread her hands before her as if about to play an invisible piano. “Next time you’re both trapped somewhere with a demon after you, you should throw yourself into his manly arms. Then suddenly, oops! you’re overwhelmed by his manly scent, you don’t know what you’re doing, you’re slipping your hand inside his manly pants -“
“I think the last thing we’d be thinking about in that situation is sex.”
“Oh yes, you would.” Cordy rounded on her, hands on hips. “I’ve read about it in fanfiction. It’s called the ‘fuck or die’ trope.”
Willow’s owl face still looked doubtful.
“Hang on - I got it! I know exactly what you should say. Get him alone and make a confession - ‘I think I might be gay.’ You don’t mention me, of course.” Her bitchy tone returned and she pointed at Willow warningly.
“What if he freaks out?”
“Willow - he’ll melt.”
She lifted her chin defiantly. “Still, I don’t think I’d be comfortable using my sexual orientation so manipulatively.”
“Oh, please. Women have been doing it since time immemorial.”
“But I wouldn’t want to let the team down.”
Cordy sighed as if she were trying to toilet train a kitten. Unsuccessfully. “Sweetie! It doesn’t matter what you say in public. You’ll still have this.” She ran a hand down the slender girl’s arm and looked into her eyes tenderly for the first time since they’d made out.
Despite herself, Willow smiled back. She knew she could never operate like Cordy, hiding that part of herself then letting it slip at judicious moments. Self-aggrandising moments. Willow wanted the world to accept her - or not accept her - as she really was. She was sure it was far more common to be the way Cordy was than anyone really suspected. But it wasn’t the road for her.
“And if saying you might be gay doesn’t work on Xander, you could always show him that cute pussy of yours. It worked on me.”
They held each other’s sweet brown gazes. Then Willow said, “You really think my pussy is cute?”
Cordy narrowed her eyes. “It’s the swee -“
Principal Snyder burst through the door. He threw the pair of them a disgusted glance as he crossed the room to stand behind the desk. “So - I hear Buffy’s little gang is up to some new mischief,” was his opening gambit.
Cordy snorted.
“Cat-fighting is it now?”
Willow’s shoulders began to go. Cordy hung her head, biting hard on her lower lip to keep the laughter in. It wasn’t working. She was going red in the face and when she heard Willow produce an extraordinary noise somewhere between an elephant’s trumpet and a sneeze, she lost control completely.
Principal Snyder stared as the two girls bent double giggling, tears pouring down their cheeks. “I was about to give you a stern reprimand -“ he said.
“Ooh!” squeaked Willow, emboldened by their private joke.
“- but my heart’s gone out of it. You’re both just so weird.” He sat down at his desk and after a moment of looking for his stationery - why on earth were all his things scattered on the floor? - he wrote something in his diary and barked, “Detention for one week and I’ll be sending a letter to both sets of parents.”
Cordy and Willow nodded, shoulders still shaking.
“GET OUT!”
They scurried for the door but just as Cordy entered the hall, she felt Willow’s fingers lock onto her upper arm with an iron grip. The anxious redhead was looking over her own shoulder. As the door closed behind them, she hissed at her lover, “Oh my God, oh my God, we totally forgot! The trophy!”
For a moment, Cordy looked equally shocked then an explosive laugh burst out of her and she slapped her thigh. Her nose wrinkle in an adorable way Willow had never seen before.
“Cordelia - it’s not a laughing matter!” She was wringing her hands.
“Just imagine when he picks it up - ‘Why is it all sticky?’” She was helpless.
“He’ll know what we’ve been doing. We could get expelled!”
“Don’t be so melodramatic.” She hooked her arm through her friend’s and led her off down the hall. “This is another thing you have to learn about men. Snyder might fantasize that’s what went on - “ she shook her head momentarily “ - horrible thought - but he won’t really believe that’s what went on. He’ll explain it away as demon slime or something.”
“Your pussy doesn’t make demon slime,” said Willow with charming feigned naïveté.
Cordy tipped her head to one side, smile broad, eyelashes fluttering. “Why, thank you, Miss Rosenberg!” And she led the lovely redhead back to class.