"What about this? It would look great on you" Cordelia said, holding up a shirt
that was a beautiful dark green.
 

"Cordy! There is hardly any material in that thing" Willow said, her face red.
 

"Exactly!" Cordelia said, moving to hold it up to Willow. "It would show off
that figure you're always hiding behind those sacks you call clothes."
 

"Whatever" Willow said, moving away. She knew her face was flaming. She hated
shopping. Why was she here?"
 

"Willow...you're gorgeous. Admit that and move on. This shirt would look
great. Try it on." Cordelia said. She thrust her lower lip out and begged,
"Please...."
 

Willow grabbed the shirt and the other clothes in Cordelia's hand. "Fine.
Quit whining."
 

Cordelia beamed triumphantly as she followed the redhead to the dressing
rooms. She waited outside as Willow went in. She heard soft cursing and
almost laughed. Yes, she could definitely hear that Willow spent a lot of
time with Spike. She saw the door peak open as Willow poked her head outside.
"What?"
 

Willow chewed her bottom lip and then rolled her eyes, "I can't get this
thing on. I have no idea how it is suppose to work so forget it."
 

Cordelia sighed, moving to the door. "Fine. Let me."
 

Willow frowned, opening the door and allowing the brunette inside. She threw
the piece of material at Cordelia and said, "It won't work."
 

Cordelia froze, her eyes taking in Willow's form. The girl had removed her
shirt and jeans and stood in a silk bra and cotton panties only. Cordelia
swallowed, wondering when the store had turned the heat on. She was feeling
warm. She calmed her nerves, looking at Willow. "Turn around and shut up. Let
the master work her magic."
 

"Why does that not comfort me?" Willow muttered, turning away from the mirror
and Cordelia.
 

Cordelia licked her lips, recognizing her attraction. She couldn't believe
how beautiful Willow truly was. Pert breasts that begged to be touched,
nipples straining against pale pink silk due to the temperature of the room,
a flat stomach with a scattering of freckles that disappeared into the
waistband of pink cotton panties. Cordelia could see the darkness behind the
cotton that covered what she knew must be soft red curls. She had always been
attracted to Willow, never really understanding her feelings until high
school. By then, it had been too late. Willow hated her. So, she'd been
content to date Xander and spend as much time trying to be friends with the
redhead as she could. Of course, Willow never had any idea that every time
she kissed Xander, Cordelia was imagining Willow. How often had she brought
herself to orgasm during those years while thinking of Willow? Cordelia had
no idea. Almost every night from the time she had learned about masturbation.
Even now, with Angel the best lover she'd ever imagined, she often would have
fantasies about Willow joining them. She had a weakness for the redhead.
 

"Cordelia, are we doing this or can I get dressed?" Willow asked, her tone
annoyed.
 

"We're doing it" Cordelia said, her voice slightly husky from her thoughts.
She smoothed the shirt out, moving behind Willow. She allowed her fingers to
drift down the girl's back, unclasping the bra.
 

"What are you doing?" Willow asked, a bit disturbed that she was being
undressed by her old enemy and annoyed that the girl's touch was exciting
her. She wasn't gay. Fuck, she loved Spike.
 

"You can't wear this shirt with this dumb bra on, Willow. So, I'm taking it
off." Cordelia said matter of factly. She was relieved when Willow allowed it
to fall to the floor of the dressing room. She moved her arms around Willow,
on either side. She let her eyes find those lovely breasts, her mouth
watering wishing it could taste them. She pulled the shirt over Willow's
breasts, letting herself have a small feel before she moved the shirt into
place. She fastened the strap behind Willow's neck, listening as Willow's
breathing became irregular. Maybe, just maybe, Willow was affected by her.
She stood back, saying, "See. It looks great."
 

Willow turned, looking in the mirror. She had to admit, the material molded
itself against her small breasts, making them much larger than they really
were. She watched Cordelia move to the pile of clothes and hold up a small
scrap. "What the hell is that?"
 

"The matching skirt" Cordelia said, her dark eyes meeting Willow's in the
mirror. Willow gulped as Cordelia kneeled behind her. She could feel the
woman's warm breath against her ass as first one leg and then the other was
lifted. She watched, her eyes not missing any movements, as Cordelia stood
and smoothed the skirt up around her waist. It barely fell to her inner
thighs. Willow knew if she were to bend over, her ass would hang out. She
looked in the mirror at the slight arousal in her green eyes and the way her
hair fell around her face. She looked like someone who was begging to be
fucked.
 

"Well" Willow said, her voice husky.
 

Cordelia ran her hand over Willow's stomach, looking in the mirror. "Spike
won't be able to control himself....."
 

"Promise?" Willow asked.
 

Cordelia winked, "I barely can....so I promise he won't be able to."
 

Willow's eyes widened in surprise at Cordelia's words. "What?"
 

"Come on. Let's pay for this stuff and continue shopping" Cordelia said,
moving from the room. She fanned herself once she was outside, wondering how
she was going to be able to control her lust.

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