Willow - Strangers In Paradise

by Honey West

Willow decided she was going to be sick today. Stretched lazily like a cat in her bed, she savored the soft feel of her blankets, the perfect mixture of warmth and coolness her sheets gave as she slid her bare legs to her chest, the smell of her body under the covers. This was too good to leave. Granted, it felt like this on most mornings but the reality of having to get up and go to work made this feeling ultimately bitter until the bracing hot shower would hit her. Not this morning, she thought. It had been a while since she called in sick. In fact, the last time was when she had spent the afternoon with Lily in the company of Harley and her lovely twin daughters. I'm due, she announced to herself and reached for her phone on the nightstand. It rang the minute she touched it making her jump. Hello?, she answered.

"Snow? What snow?" she said as she slipped out of bed and threw open her bedroom curtains. The muted whiteness of a city covered in, yup, snow made her eyes squint. It seems that slushy weather from last night turned into a full blizzard sometime after Willow went to sleep. The library, like a lot of the town, was closed today. Willow thanked her boss for letting her know and slid back under the warm covers. Well, so much for thinking up a rare disease, she giggled as she caressed herself thru her teddy. Even her skin felt perfect this time of the morning, so smooth and silky. Mmmm, she thought as she recollected the memories of the night before. There was the scent of her hand as she realized that she fell asleep last night with her finger in her pussy. She liked her smell.

She had purposely stopped watching the dvd she had received as a birthday present halfway through. These things were far too rare to to view too quickly. Now she had a full lazy day to enjoy the rest.

After spending a bit of time on the john (she had gorged herself on those snickerdoodle cookies her neighbor left last night), she showered and shaved (a small pussy, may as well keep it bare) and wrapped herself in a lovely silk kimono that Lilly had brought last year from one of her trips. She set herself a tray of toast and jam and hot peppermint tea and settled in front of the news for a while. She loved living alone. She loved the quiet of a city muffled by a coating of snow. She loved being addicted to masturbation.

She smiled at the fantasy of going to a group session for sex addicts. 'Hi my name is Willow and I wake up with a finger in my pussy'. 'Hi, Willow.' the group wound say in unison. She giggled.

She knew she was already anticipating the new images she would soon be seeing. Oh hell, she thought, it's five o'clock somewhere. She decided to try something different and extracted the disk from the laptop and inserted it into her flat-screen TV. It was only a 26" HD set but it had a built-in DVD player and would be larger than her computer. This was the first time Willow used her television for something like this as she had always viewed 'special porn' at Lily's apartment.

The video started, of course, with June and April and their tickling game. Willow advanced to where she left off last night. There were a pair of boys on a couch jacking each other off. It was under lit and not very active. Willow felt no real reaction to it and it was thankfully short. Then the next scene surprised her with it's near professional production. A woman holding her baby kisses her imaginary husband off to work and closes the door. The woman, whom Willow just had to call Suzy Homemaker, was dressed like June Cleaver in a 50's sitcom. She wore a dress and pearls and her hair was nattily permed, standard issue for TV housewives of that time.

"Well," she cooed to the baby, "Daddy's off to work and we have the day to ourselves. What shall we do now?" Her acting was buoyant and campy. Then a young girl (Kathy), about seven, appears next to Mother also wearing a party dress.

"Shouldn't we change the baby's diaper, mother?" the girl asked, she too was acting with deadpan corniness. Why, you're right, concurred Suzy H as the little Kathy giggled in response. It was evident that they were enjoying their silly roles. "let's take her upstairs and check to see if she's wet."

The camera follows mother and child up the steps of a beautifully furnished home. They start to make a left, hesitate and turn right leading Willow to believe the location was 'borrowed' for the shoot. The second floor bedroom is dark and the bedside lamp does not provide a lot of illumination. Kathy pulls up the shades and the room is bathed in sunlight. The camera person is steady and sure. There is no jerkiness as it approaches the baby being set down on the bed. The infant was adorable. She had wispy golden curls and large bright eyes. She kicked her chubby legs about and laughed as Suzy H made coochy-coochy talk to her. She removed the baby's jumper and left her only in a set of pampers. Oooh this is gonna be good, Willow thought as she tucked her legs under her and loosened her kimono. The girl, who bore no resemblance to 'Mommy', stood next to the bed grinning in anticipation. She was a lovely little girl even with a front tooth missing.

"we'll let's see if little Boo has wet herself now," the woman said in that talk-to-babies-voice that must make infants think adults are from another planet. "Did lil' Boo wet herself, now?"

She opened the pampers to show a beautiful fat little pussy flanked by fat little legs. There was a pale yellow stain on the fabric and the little girl put her face in front of the baby's slit, her tiny nose just inches away but it was clear that she was just inhaling the scent of a pissy diaper. She looked up at Mommy and announced, "Yup, she peed."

"Well, I guess we'd better clean her. Be a darling and do that for Mommy, would you, dear?"

"Yes, Mommy." Little Kathy put her face back down and kissed the infant's cunt. After a few pecks, she stuck her tongue out and began pushing it into the smooth slit, causing lil Boo's legs to kick about more. As the camera moved back Suzy made a move to settle the baby further up on the bed. No, no wait, a female voice said and then a blanket was thrown in the middle on the four-poster in case of an accident. Willow knew then that the person filming this was a woman and it added to the depraved sexiness to know this was an all-girl affair.

With the infant firmly settled on her back in the middle of the large bed, the action turned to the young girl and her 'mother' as they stood side by sde..

The mother placed her hands on her hips and smiled down at little Kathy. "Now, dear, you didn't wet yourself as well did you?"

"Of course not, Mommy, I'm a big girl."

Suzy H raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure?"

The girl tsked impatiently and stamped her foot. "Check for yourself."

Suzy knelt down and started to raise Kathy's honest-to-god petticoat, her hands trying to lift the frilly material in order to give a clear view of her white panties. At this point something happened that Willow did not believe was scripted. On her knees the mother was head to head with the seven-year-old. Even as the child began helping to lift her dress, they stopped and looked into each others eyes. All acting aside, they leaned in and kissed, withdrew and then kissed again, this time a long, gentle meeting of the lips. Willow hadn't noticed how thick and full the woman's lips were before, but now pressed into the small fragile mouth of her daughter it became a wonderful contrast. The difference between adult and youth was even more defined when Kathy brought her small, petite hand up to hold Suzy's face as they made out.

"a-HEM!" the camera woman reminded them and they giggled and went back into action. Suzy turned her daughter around and unbuttoned her dress. It slid off of her little immature body and left her in her rather tight white panties. It cupped her small ass like a willing glove. Mom threw her gently on the bed so that she was laying next to the baby and stripped her down to nude. Still dressed, Suzy H spread little Kathy's legs apart and gave the camera a chance to examine the smooth, bald pussy of the schoolgirl, her fingers opening the tight slit to reveal a delicious shade of pink. As the woman coaxed her clit into view, a lovely flat nub that quickly inflated to a tiny round pea, she closed her eyes as she inhaled the young pussy. Soon she was devouring the youngster's quim with relish as the girl reached over and caressed the naked infant cooing next to her. Picking the baby up with a grunt, she hovered her over her chest until her arms gave out and lil' Boo settled, pink and soft, on her flat chest.

Willow was near orgasm at this point. the camera backed up enough to capture a beautiful sight: a grown woman eating out a seven-year-old girl as a naked baby lay on her chest. The young librarian was making squishy sounds as her fingers swirled inside her small, wet cunt and she tried to stay on that plane of nirvana, just on the edge of cumming, as long as she could. Suddenly the girl squealed and the camera zoomed in on the liqiud rolling from under the infant, over the sides and down the white belly of little Kathy. Lil Boo was peeing a river right down the to the girl's crotch where it flowed into Suzy H's face as her continued to lick little girl pussy.

Willow came hard enough to squirt a little on her finger as she moaned and thrashed her slim body about. Her hand stumbled to grab the remote and freeze the image of the mother looking up from the hairless cunt as the clear pee cascaded around her face. Her eyes fixed on that image, Willow braced herself for another aftershock and came again.

She lay on the couch for a bit, allowing herself some time to come back to earth. Smiling and softly panting, she felt high and couldn't wait to write a thank-you note to dear Lily.

Knock Knock Knock!

Aha, Willow mused, beat you this time.

"Just a minute." she calmly called out and shut the TV off, refastened her kimono and hopped to the kitchen to rinse her hands. This time she unlatched her door and beamed contently at her neighbor.

"Morning," Tasha grinned a little sheepishly, "you must be getting tired of hearing me knock on your door. Listen, I just wanted to--- I wasn't interrupting anything, was I?"

"Oh no. I was just finished." Willow kept her Mona Lisa smile going. She couldn't help but stare at the woman for a moment. Tasha wore a loose fluffy robe and the hair around her Cameron Diaz face seemed perpetually disheveled. "I'm glad you're here. I wanted to thank you for the cookies. They were delicious and it was very sweet of you."

"Oh, P'shaw. It was great of you to let me use up your sugar. I'd promised my daughter they'd be ready for a school event today and --ta-daa!--no school. Go figure. I made plenty so when you're done with the plate just let me know. I made a truckload..." Willow caused her to stop by producing the empty plate. "You...ate them. You ate them ALL? You bitch! How are you so thin?! I gained five pounds just holding the bag of sugar!"

"Well,... they were good." Willow replied, embarrassed and chuckling. It was clear at that point that they were meant to be friends. She invited her in and Tasha nodded with sincere approval at the decor of Willow's apartment. A weird mixture of victorian and oriental, it fit her to a tee.

"This fits you to a tee." Tasha smiled, "and so freakin' neat."

Willow shrugged. It's home. She wasn't Felix Unger but she did find it easy to clean up after herself.

"Listen, um, ...?"

"OH! My name is Willow. Oh, you must think I'm rude--"

"No.No. I was in a rush last night and I might have caught you at an awkward time. I just wanted you to know... well, I liked you the minute we spoke. I mean, I not trying to sound gay or anything, it's just that I've only lived here a few weeks and I'm a stranger and haven't had time to socialize and...well I'm hoping we'll be good neighbors."

Willow, for some reason, realized at that moment how much an odd couple they were. She stood there in her silk kimono and long straight hair, feeling just a little uptight whereas Tasha seemed like a sexy unmade bed. She grinned.

"I'd like that." she replied.

Now Tasha took a moment to look uptight. "Listen, I'm really hoping I don't step out of bounds or whatever but I have to mention..." she paused, "when you opened your door last night, I could smell it."

Willow felt a warm flush hit her face. Oh jeez, she thought, I DID reek of sex. She wasn't sure how to repond to this statement.

"It's okay." Tasha continued hastily when she saw Willow's expression, "I do it too!"

Again Willow didn't know how to respond. She opened her mouth but was still trying to formulate a..what? Defense? a so what?

Tasha realized she was being misconstrued. "You...do smoke pot, don't you?"

"What? Oh! OH! Yes. Yes I do! Oh my! You could smell it?"

"Oh not in the hallway. And it wasn't really strong. I just have a nose for it. I guess I belong in the sixties or something. I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable or anything it's just that I stopped drinking years ago and it's my only real vice now and well, I haven't had a fun smoking buddy in a long time and well, if you're ever bored.."

"I'm in." Willow announced.

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This is paradise, Willow thought. Paradise is a long lazy afternoon cut off from the world; no phone calls, no work to think about, no looking at the clock. Just sitting on a sofa with the remote in your hand, catching a buzz and snacking with cookies and tea. She had forgotton just how rare these days are. The furthest she had to think about was dinner and , hell, she'll just go with soup and sandwiches. No worries.

Tasha's apartment was comfy, if a little sloppy. Willow guessed that her new friend had rushed back and shoved clothes and papers and god-knows-what under the furniture before she arrived. Now they were sitting on the couch taking turns with a joint and the remote control in a mode known only as Totally Laid Back. There were no expectations to entertain, just being in each others company was enough. Willow was wearing her softest jeans and pullover top, Tasha had on a loose sweater and pajama pants. The room was lit solely by the bright whiteness of a snowy day. Randomly channel surfing, they stopped at music videos and I Love Lucy moments and continued on at the next commercial. Though they had only met last night, they began to talk like old friends.

Tasha told of her young daughter, Madison, who was seven, stuck at her father's during this snowstorm. "He's a dick." she bemoaned. Having dumped Tasha for the next best thing, he still demanded visitation rights to Madison. "He cheated on me, left me with a baby and then went to court to have her live with him practically half of the time. Most of the damn time he doesn't want her. He just uses her as a pawn to aggravate me. Like last month when I set up her birthday party with all of her friends; he wouldn't bring her home -- to her own birthday party, dammit!-- unless I agreed that he didn't have to help pay for her school clothes. What a dick!"

Willow was a little too high for this type of drama. That's terrible, was all she could think of to say. "What's his name?"

Tasha snorted out a laugh, "Richard."

They broke into giggles and resumed enjoying the day.

They smoked and ate cookies and talked and laughed. However, It was quietly apparent to both of them that there was sexual tension in the room. They had felt it since Willow first cracked her door open last night. Their friendship seemed a given, but as they whiled away the snowfall, it was secretly apparent to them how they would like to day to REALLY progress. Neither one would say anything about it and they continued to discuss light fare, such as The View and Clark Gable's teeth and so on.

"Oh my gawd, you really are the anti-me!" Tasha suddenly blurted out. "I mean, how long have you been sitting there? Your fuckin' posture is still perfect!"

Willow blushed, suddenly aware of how straight her back was.

"I mean, loosen up, girl!" Tasha laughed, "Look at me, I'm sunk in this couch. That's why i bought this one. It's made to sink into. Lay back and chill. Be a guy."

I can be casual, Willow thought as she forced her shoulders to slump a little and she try to slouch into the depth of the sofa. Her attempt to 'be a guy' was disatrous and so comical that Tasha started shouting 'sit back up! Sit back up! You're gonna break yourself!' and they laughed so hard the Tasha had to leave the room to catch her breath. Willow's sides hurt and she was still wiping her chuckle-tears when Tasha came back in.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, I hadn't laughed like that in a long time. Oooh, now that's classic."

The TV was showing Shall We Dance and the girls were quiet as Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers danced a long and esquisite number on the dancefloor. They talked about Astaire and how he was sexy to them despite himself.

"He was skinny and baldish and a thin face and yet he was confident. He was hot." Tasha proclaimed.

"Yes but Ginger gave him some cred on that. She was hot."

"Ginger was good. But from that time, Myrna Loy. Myna Loy was hot."

"Ya," Willow concurred, "Myrna Loy was hot." She looked at Tasha who still staring at the black and white art deco scene. "Why would someone leave a girl like you?"

Tasha looked right into Willow's eyes. "Because I think Myna Loy is hot."

They didn't say another word. They leaned into each other and kissed. The kiss stayed and made itself at home. Low moans were coming from one of them as their tongues met and explored. Tasha scooted forward and slid her arms around Willow's reedy figure and she was soon laying on top of the young librarian as they made out like two highschoolers in the backseat of daddy's car. Damn this IS a nice couch, Willow thought as she ran her hands under Tasha's sweater and reveled in the feel of her naked skin. Tasha responded with more moans and a soft pushing of her pelvis into Willow's. Emboldened, our heroine allowed her hands to go where they wanted, which was down to the elastic band of the pajama pants. With ease she began groping the smooth, fleshy backside. Tasha broke their kiss to look into Willow's face with lusty approval as she felt the soft hands kneading her buttcheeks. Not breaking eye contact, she whispered yes as Willow pulled the buns apart and placed her finger smack dab on her warm nether hole. Tasha closed her eyes and smiled as Willow danced it around the rim and felt it pucker. They moaned, kissed and gyrated their hips together as Willow gently buggered her new neighbor. Finally Willow could stand it no longer and rolled Tasha off of her.

Willow stood and pulled off her top allowing her small breasts to do a little jiggle. Tasha leered at the pink puffies and rose to fondle them but Willow pushed her back down to a sitting position on the sofa, pulling her butt forward so that it was on the edge of the couch and deftly whipped off her PJ bottom. The young frail-looking beauty had spent the last day looking at the most lascivious scenes; mothers licking daughters, sisters peeing on brothers, audacious threesomes...she was past horny and wanted some real live pussy and here in front of her was exactly that. On her knees, she pushed Tasha's legs up to her chest and Tasha held them there as Willow gazed at the golden-haired cunt just inches from her face. She smelled wonderful, like pussy but with a hint of vanilla. She brought her mouth as close as she could without touching it and looked up at Tasha, who was wordlessly begging her to go on. Her slit was long and Willow pushed her face into it and moved from side to side, separating the lips and releasing a flood of creamy honey. She licked to her heart's delight, feeling her tongue scoop up what she could only call liquid velvet. She loved the position they were in as Willow could watch Tasha's expression at leisure as she rolled her lips over the pliant, wet flesh that seemed to unfold more petals with each long lick. Indeed, she drew back to observe the folds of her cunt, longer on the bottom, looked a little like a Christmas tree design. She giggled and dove right back in loving the feel of her friend's body shake under her hands which were holding her buttcheeks. She viewed with envy the large plump clit that was bumping her nose and decided to suckle it until Tasha began bucking and wailing, releasing a new torrent of pussy juice as she came.

"My turn." Tasha panted, though she had not fully come down from her climax.

"Oh no, not yet." Willow insisted as she pulled Tasha's butt forward and pushed her legs back further so that her bumhole was obscenely in view. Oh god, she moaned as she felt Willow's eyes examining her private spot. It was lightly brown with a wrinkled rim and was soaked from the juices from above. Wet enough that Willow's finger slid in a fraction with ease.

"OOHH!" Tasha cried out.

"Did that hurt?" Willow asked even tho she had not taken her finger out.

"No! God no!" Tasha's eyes rolled back as Willow traveled inside and out and around the puckered rim while slipping her thumb into her pussy. She was having so much fun she could have played with this sweet treasure for hours. Tasha managed to pull off her sweater and out bounced her rather full tits (Willow could only guess as she kept wearing such loose clothing). She held them in her hands for the young lady's approval and, with a glazed look, began tweaking the beautifully defined nipples. Tasha looked like she could drool any minute as Willow began licking her back door. More cunt juice flowed down and she just started pushing it into her brown hole along with her tongue. She rolled her tongue tightly and pistoned it in and out and then began rolling it in a circular motion. Tasha was gasping loudly. When she leaned forward and pushed her pert nose into her cunt. Tasha began shaking again and it wasn't long before she, with legs spread wide, boobs a-jiggling and pelvis hunching, was coming hard enough to squirt a little over Willow's face. Let's make this good, Willow thought as she pushed one finger into her ass and another into her pussy, crooking it to hit her g-spot, and was rewarded with a loud wailing orgasm and a spray of cum that shot right onto Willow's tits.

"Fuck,fuck,fuck" was all Tasha was repeating as she seemed to be in a state of delirium, breathing quite heavily and showing a thin film of sweat on her as she recovered. "Are you okay? Fuck, fuck, fuck... I got you wet . Fuck. Sorry. I should have warned you. Fuck. What am I saying? I didn't think I could do that anymore. Damn. Fuck."

"Sshh. Relax and lay back a minute. It's quite delicious, believe me." Willow smiled as she scooped the liquid from off her nipple and tasted it with relish.

The phone rang. Tasha ignored it earlier this afternoon and let the answering machine kick in (it was an automated call from the school system stating the obvious-school was closed.) They let the machine do it's work again as Tasha was floating on the couch and Willow was licking her fingers clean. At the beep was a man's voice.

"Hey, it's me. We're about a block away and I'm dropping Maddy off. FYI. Bye."

It hit Willow right away. Tasha was still in post-orgasmic bliss.

"Um, Tasha? Did you get that? I think your daughter is about to come home."

"Umm-Hmm. That' s nice." She purred. Then a second later she shot up to a sitting position. "A block away?!! Did he say a block away?"

"Well, yes, but in this weather that's probably about two or three blocks in snow years--"

"He fuckin' brought her home in this weather??!!" Tasha jumped up and almost stumbled, still a little dizzy. "Driving in a snowstorm! I'll kill him!!" She stomped to the phone and Willow took it out of her hand.

"Honey, That's not the problem at this moment."

Tasha's rage stopped her, at first, from realizing what Willow was gesturing at: the half-naked woman in front of her, her own total nakedness, the clothes thrown about, not to mention the pot strewn on the coffee table. Oh fuck she muttered as it hit her and they began running around cleaning up, dressing, spraying febreeze and hiding paraphernalia. By the time they thought they had the place aired out a little the door opened and in walked Madison.

to be continued...