Locking the door behind them, Oz's eyes followed his girlfriend as she laid her keys down on the foyer table. Pausing, she looked in the mirror and reached back to let her hair down, shaking it out with her hands. Watching her intently his pulse quickened. It never ceased to amaze him, how oblivious she was to the effect her every move made on him. Even the most
innocent of gestures seemed laced with seductive nuances.

Stepping behind her he wrapped his arms around her waist and placed his head on her shoulder. Meeting her eyes in the mirror he grinned. Both of them were beaming with the inane looks that screamed ?I'm head over heels in love with you and we have the whole night ahead of us.' "Still tipsy?"

"Nope. Guess your plans to take advantage of me are off. Disappointed?"

Oz shook his head. "To be fair I have to warn you the plan to take advantage of you is still a go. I'm just relieved that you'll be clear-headed enough to remember everything. Clearly."

"What if I plan on taking advantage of you?"

"Turns." He answered seriously. "Have I told you how incredibly sexy this dress is on you?"

"Uh-huh."

Inhaling her scent he brushed her hair back off of her neck. "Have I told you how much sexier this dress is on the floor?"

The combination of his words and the feel of them on her neck caused a rush of sensations to flow through her. "Nope, that's a new one."

Kissing the pulse point in her neck he could feel her heartbeat racing under his lips and smiled, pleased that the simplest of touches from him still triggered such a reaction. Releasing her waist he eased down the zipper in the back and slipped the fabric off her shoulder brushing his lips across the bare flesh.

Willow could feel her lovers rapidly growing bulge pressing against her ass as her own body responded to the closeness. Their earlier conversation immediately came back to her and as she reached back to cradle his head instinctively she shifted until the pressure was exactly where she wanted it.

Pressing more firmly against her Oz slid his hands upwards, cupping her breasts and eliciting a happy sigh from Willow. Looking up Oz watched the reactions to his movements play across her face. Her eyes had closed and her lips were slightly parted. Allowing his eyes to wander he saw her nipples straining against the fabric of the dress and the need to make love
to her was fierce.

Taking her hand in his he squeezed it gently. "Baby, let's go to bed."
Willow began to follow him but stopped suddenly, remembering something.

"Wait. I have to . . . um . . . do something. You go ahead." His eyebrows shot up in surprise, but he didn't ask and she was grateful. Placing a kiss on her cheek he told her not to be long before heading to her room.

Watching him walk away Willow waited until he was out of sight before shaking her head to clear it. *You can do this. Its for Oz.* Summoning her courage she went to her parents room to retrieve the items she had placed there the day before.

* * *

Oz walked into Willow's room and stopped, puzzled. She was definitely up to something. The problem was he wasn't sure what she expected him to do. With Willow it could be anything. After running the possibilities through his head he gave up and went with instinct hoping they were right. Stripping down to his boxers he laid down on her bed in the dark and waited.

* * *

After several torturously long minutes Oz heard her walk in. Carefully making her way over to the dresser Willow pressed the play button on the stereo and waited for the music to start.

Oz recognized it instantly. He should, it had been the backdrop to every post puberty fantasy he'd ever had. The recurring one and every variation his hormonal driven imagination could come up with. The theme to ?A Summer Place.' Suddenly the moment seemed too surreal for words.

Taking a step closer to the bed, Willow whispered a few words softly in Latin causing the candles scattered around the room to instantly ignite, illuminating the room softly. When Oz's eyes settled on his girlfriend he had to blink repeatedly to make sure his eyes weren't playing tricks on him. Before him stood the woman he loved more than anything wearing a very
short, white, satin chemise which clung to every curve. And wrapped around her shoulders was a black feather boa. He was utterly speechless.

Between the extended silence and the look on Oz's face Willow didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Oz? Please say something because I feel kind of ridiculous right now."

The insecurity in her voice snapped him out of his reverie. "I don't know what to say." By the look on her face he knew that wasn't the reaction she was hoping for, but it was the only one he was capable of giving.

Rising, he walked to her and took her face in his hands kissing her gently. "Dance with me." Taking her into his arms Oz felt her body relax and together they moved slowly to the music. It wasn't until the instrumental had nearly finished that Oz was capable of forming a coherent thought. "Either I talk in my sleep or Devon has a huge mouth."

Letting out a deep sigh of relief Willow explained. "I wouldn't say Devon has a huge mouth, but it definitely gets bigger after a couple of beers. Until just now I wasn't sure if he was putting me on or not. I just want to please you. Oz, I want to make every fantasy come true for you."

The room grew silent and when his eyes met hers Willow could see his heart reflected in them. "You already do that everyday Will. You let me love you and you love me back."

Kissing him tenderly she whispered, "Forever." The music started again and Oz looked at her. "I looped it."

His erection surged against the painfully restricting boxers. "How many times?"

"The whole tape. Both sides.? Willow blushed slightly while Oz grinned. "I wanted to be safe. I wasn't sure what all this fantasy entailed, all Devon could tell me was the music and the feathers. Other than that I have no idea what to do here. Want to fill me in?"

Taking the feather boa Oz shook his head. "I'll take it from here." Guiding her hands down to her side he slid the straps off of her shoulders, letting the fabric to fall to the ground, leaving her naked except for a pair of white panties. For a long moment he just stared at her, his eyes travelling up and down her body savouring the sight of her. "You are so beautiful Will." The urge to take her right that moment was unbearable, but even more than that he wanted to drive her crazy with desire and pleasure. He would wait, somehow. Taking her by the hand he led her to the bed.

Sitting on the edge Willow pulled down Oz's boxers and hungrily moved in to wrap her lips around his cock. With a groan that sounded almost painful Oz gently stopped her and shook his head.

"No?" Willow didn't know if she was more disappointed or confused.

"Turns. Mine first. Lay down and close your eyes." Puzzled, Willow did as he said, her ears filling with the sound of her heart pounding, her pulse quickening with suspense.

After a moment Willow felt Oz take one of her feet in his hands, lifting her leg off the bed. Starting with the foot he massaged and kissed his way up to her knee taking painstaking care not to miss an inch. When he was satisfied he switched to the other leg, repeating the actions. This time when he reached her knee he licked the sensitive flesh behind it and Willow moaned, every nerve ending in her body screaming out in desire.

Feeling the mattress give slightly under Oz's weight she immediately started to turn toward him, but his hands on her shoulders gently held her in place. "Not yet." Her body was flushed and the air was thick with the scent of her arousal saturated, he knew that she was already soaking wet. Oz knew the control it was taking for her to remain still, yet she did it because he asked. Taking the feather boa in his hands he brushed it lightly over her thighs trailing it upwards over her stomach and finally her breasts and nipples.

Willow was certain she was going to go insane. The touch of the feathers was soft as a whisper, and every so often it was jointed by Oz's tongue or fingertips. The touches always too brief and far too light to do anything other than tease and torture her. She could hear Oz's ragged breathing next to her and knew how much he was enjoying this but she wasn't sure how much longer she could remain still.
Willow felt Oz shift and move between her legs, followed by him tugging at the satin panties. Anxious to be rid of the material Willow lifted her lips to help, unaware of how close he was to her sex until she felt his hot breath brush against her entrance. Willow whimpered in need.

Picking up the boa again Oz trailed it over her sex and reflexively Willow's legs parted further and she thrust upwards, desperate for contact, any contact. But it was gone again.

Taking her hands and placing them on her breasts Oz watched as Willow immediately began caressing them, pinching on her hard nipples. "Oz. Please. I need you. Fuck me. Please Oz." she pleaded.

Deciding it was time to take pity on both of them Oz leaned down and ran his tongue along her slit before thrusting it inside of her entrance, his mouth filling with her secretions. Willow's back arched in ecstasy, her hands gripping the sheets as the pleasure pounded through her body.

Removing his tongue Oz replaced it with a finger, rapidly fucking her with it while he took her clit between his lips, sucking hard. Reaching down between her legs Willow gripped his head, trying vainly to pull him closer.

"Oz. Yes. Harder. Please." Sliding a second finger into her his tongue flicked over her clit as Willow thrust up against him, fucking his mouth as the orgasm ripped through her, drenching his hand and face.

Oz immediately moved his mouth away from the now over-sensitized pebble of flesh, but he continued pumping his fingers deep inside her flooded channel, the pace never wavering. Without missing a beat Oz slid one finger out of her pussy and into her ass stimulating both orifices at once. Willow's eyes crossed and she could feel the sensations taking her immediately back up again. "Oh God Oz. I'm going to come again!"

Feeling her muscles spasm Oz moved his thumb in quick circles around her clit, careful not to touch it directly and snaked his tongue down to join his finger at the entrance. "Oz!" Willow shattered. As soon as her second orgasm hit Oz pulled away from her sex, drawing out her pleasure with only his finger thrusting in and out of her ass.

After what seemed like an eternity the tremors had ceased and Willow's breathing returned to normal. When Oz moved beside her Willow gripped his head in her hands, pulling him into a frantic kiss, amazed to find herself still hungry for him despite the two mind numbing orgasms only moments before.

Pushing on his chest Willow flipped them over. Taking his painfully stiff cock in her hand she guided to her entrance and sat down, sheathing him in her heat drawing out deep moans from both of them. Sitting still with Oz embedded deep inside of her she met his eyes, "Oz, do you want to?"

Oz could do little more than nod before adding, "But only if you're sure."

Without a trace of hesitation Willow told him honestly, "I want to. I want to do everything with you."

Barely able to fight down the need to thrust into her Oz warned, "Baby, its going to hurt. Probably a lot."

"I know, but I trust you." The certainty and total confidence in her words touched him more than anything.

Climbing off of him Willow reached into the nightstand and handed him a tube of lubricant before moving onto her knees raising her ass in the air.

Oz coated his cock in the lubricant and finger before tossing it to the side. Sliding a finger inside of her ass he pumped it in and out before slowly adding a second finger, moving much slower, letting her get used to the width of it.

Eagerly Willow thrust backwards, encouraging him to speed up his movements. Placing the tip of his cock against her entrance Oz told her breathlessly. "Will, you're in charge here. I'm not going to move. Go as slow as you need to. Just promise me if it hurts too much we stop."

Agreeing Willow pushed back against him. Feeling the head of his cock begin to penetrate her she concentrated on bearing down, trying to open up her passage for him as much as possible.

Naively Willow had thought if a finger felt good his cock would feel great, but as she feels his width stretching her she is overcome with pain and the feeling of being torn in two.

Closing his eyes Oz revelled in the feel of the tightness gripping him, squeezing his shaft. After the head made it past the first ring of muscles Willow moved back too quickly causing a sharp cry to escape.

Responding to the pain he hears Oz begins to withdraw from her, but Willow only pushed back, keeping him inside of her. "No. Its okay. I'm okay."

The commanding tone in her voice was the only thing that kept him from stopping. Reaching down Oz began stroking her clit, hoping to rekindle the desire and draw her attention away from the pain as Willow moves back slowly, taking in inch by inch of him until he is nearly all the way inside of her.

The sensation of being torn in two has passed and now Willow's ass just feels hot and heavy, but deliciously filled with him as the pain is gradually joined by feelings of pleasure from his hand on her sex. "I don't think I can take any more."

"That's okay. Will, you feel so tight and good." Moving forward she lets some of him out, but Oz quickly reacts gripping her hip to prevent her from moving too far forward, knowing if the head slips out she'll have to go through the pain part again.

So slowly its like torture for Oz Willow moves her hips back and forth feeling him slide in and out in opposition to the fingers again working magic on her tender clit. Its not long before the mixture of pain and pleasure are too intense. "Oz. I can't. Move. Please fuck me."
Carefully, hoping he won't hurt her any more Oz slides a finger deep inside of her pussy pumping it inside against the thrusting of his cock in her ass. Willow began to babble incoherent words of passion as Oz feels her contracting around his finger as her ass clamps down on his cock, as if attempting to squeeze the orgasm out of him. With a hoarse whisper Oz
encourages her, "That's it baby, cum for me again." And together they climax.

Collapsing onto the bed and into each others arms Willow could feel his semen oozing out of her mixing with her own fluids. Oz's concern only mounting at the sight of the unshed tears in her eyes and the drying ones on her cheeks. "Baby, are you alright?"

Willow smiles and nods. "It hurt so much at first Oz, but then it felt so good. My legs feel like they weigh 100 pounds each, other than that some soreness I'll be fine." Leaning her forehead against his she whispered, "I've read it gets easier."

"You mean you'd let me do that again?" She always amazes him.

"Oh yeah. Just not anytime real soon."

Kissing her swollen lips gently Oz laid her head on his shoulder. "Tomorrow the fantasy ends and we have to go back to real life."

"We have to go back to real life, that I'll deal with. But I don't think the fantasy has to end Oz. We just have to try a little harder to find the opportunities and take advantage of them."

Oz grinned as the endless possibilities ran through his mind. "Sounds like you've already been thinking."

With a knowing smile on her lips Willow closed her eyes and let herself drift off.

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