They started walking back towards the apartment, the drop in temperature from the snow making them walk all the faster and they arrived in just a few minutes. Tara went into the kitchen and turned on the coffee machine.
"Coffee? We have the master of machines here."
"Latte, please," Sheila smiled.
"Cappuccino for me," Ira said.
"You know what I want, baby."
Tara made the coffees and brought them over to where everyone else was sitting on the sofas. She handed them out and took a seat beside her girlfriend, listening contentedly as Willow caught up with news from home and the elder couple conversed more with Tara, to learn about their daughter's girlfriend. After a couple of hours, Ira glanced at his watch and sighed.
"We'd better be off soon. We were planning on getting half the trip done tonight and renting a motel for the night, so we'd be home by tomorrow afternoon. I need to catch up on some work."
Willow looked sad that she had to say goodbye to her parents again, but smiled that she'd gotten to see them at all and how well the short visit had gone. She stood and went over to embrace her father.
"Great seeing you, Dad. You too, Mom. And I'll be home for Hanukkah."
The Rosenbergs started to say their goodbyes as Tara walked over to the window and scoped out the scene in front of her.
"Um, I don't think you can go anywhere," she said, grabbing the remote and turning it onto a news channel.
"Blizzard hits New York City, road conditions highly dangerous, any unnecessary trips are warned against. Snow expected to ease and thaw through the night, bringing overcast…"
Everyone listened to the broadcaster and Ira pulled out his cell phone.
"Looks like we're in the city for the night, dear," he said, "I'll call around, see if there's any hotel rooms available."
"You can stay here," Tara said straight away, "I mean, there's no way you'll find a free room on Thanksgiving. At least not anywhere not already inhabited by cockroaches."
"We couldn't impose," Sheila said, genuinely not wanting to put anyone out.
"You won't be," Tara reassured, "Right, honey?"
"Of course not," Willow smiled, "You can take my room. I'll sleep with Tara. I mean I'll share her bed. I mean I'll-"
"Please stop before I get any images in my head," Ira said with a forced smile, "We'll be out of your hair in the morning."
Tara smiled and went back into the kitchen, rummaging through some drawers for a moment, pulling out a leaflet.
"Chinese, anyone?"
Willow crawled into bed beside her girlfriend and gave her a quick kiss.
"This was a great Thanksgiving. I didn't realise how much I missed my parents, ya know? It was really nice to see them. And you can't even imagine how happy I am that they know about me and us. This was just such a great day."
"I'm glad. I had a fun day too. And I haven't played monopoly in years; I'd forgotten I even had the game."
After they had eaten their Chinese food, it had been suggested that they play some board games and monopoly had come out. After several games, of which Willow had won most, saying that she was just smart with her money, they had called it a night and all decided to go to bed.
"They like you. I mean, how could they not, you're you, but they really like you."
"Well that's good, it'll make any future holiday dinners we have less awkward."
Willow smiled at the small reference to their future together and decided it warranted a smooch. She leaned over and met the brunette's lips in what was meant as a tender caress, but quickly escalated into duelling tongues and roaming hands, both girls getting lost in each other.
Willow reluctantly pulled back, breathing heavily.
"We can't. My parents are ten feet away."
"We can be quiet," Tara replied and pulled the redhead on top of her, "I want you."
"God I want you too," Willow whispered and resumed their kiss, her hands pulling at the ends of Tara's big t-shirt between their bodies.
She yanked it over her head, leaving the brunette completely naked and started kissing downwards, looking up for a moment when she arrived at her breasts, "We have to be quiet though."
Tara bit her lip to contain her moans as her girlfriend started sucking on her nipples, teasing them into hard peaks. After several minutes of this she felt the smaller girl's tongue start to descend south and an idea popped into her head.
"Hey, Will," she whispered, "I know how we can stay quiet."
Willow looked up and raised her eyebrows, waiting for Tara to finish her sentence. The brunette gave a sensual half-smile.
"Turn around."
Willow's entire face lit up and she jumped off the bed, removing her candied hearts pyjamas in record time, before lying back down on top of her lover.
"My favourite."
Tara smirked, she was well aware it was one of the redhead's favourite positions, it was one of hers as well, the duel sensation of tasting and being tasted combining to form the most exquisite pleasure. They met for a smouldering kiss that lasted for several long moments until Willow pulled away and raised herself up on her forearms.
"You gonna get your pussy up here or what?" Tara grinned devilishly.
"Gonna get my head in yours," Willow grinned back and started to turn herself around.
She got her head into the right position and looked over her shoulder.
"That okay?"
"Perfect," Tara replied as she inhaled deeply, her lover's centre just millimetres away from her, "So perfect."
She bent her own knees a little more so that Willow would have more room and cupped her girlfriend's ass cheeks, giving them a couple of playful squeezes before bringing the redhead down to meet her eager tongue.
Willow quickly buried her head into Tara's curls, letting the moan that was starting to escape reverberate against the brunette's bundle of nerves instead of risking alerting the others in the apartment of what was going on. She felt her lover's thighs twitch at the moan and extended her tongue, seeking and finding her small nub in just a second, flicking over it, varying the speed of her strokes.
Tara closed her eyes as she felt her clit being lavished with attention to try and focus enough to continue her own ministrations and gave the redhead a couple of long licks, letting her juices fall down her throat before flattening her tongue and plunging it inside. Willow jerked slightly at the contact but never stopped in her efforts, her moans continuing to send shockwaves through her girlfriend.
The redhead quickened the pace of her flicks for a few moments as she was entered over and over again, her girlfriend's keen tongue reaching and hitting against her sweet spot at every thrust, until she suddenly remembered something she'd read when she'd accidentally stumbled onto the 'sex questions' part of one of the gay teen forums she used to frequent, the tip apparently staying in her subconscious, not coming to the forefront of her mind until now, right when she was in a prime position to try it.
She raised her head a little and poked her tongue out, before curling it and taking her girlfriend's clit between the curved sides, rolling the hard nub back and forth. She felt Tara dig her fingernails into the flesh of her ass, and thinking that she'd somehow hurt her with her new tongue trick, she flattened her tongue again.
Tara, however, had a different idea, had felt herself almost erupt in pleasure when the smaller girl had used the new technique, and gave her a small slap on her butt to convey her displeasure with the stopping, without having to discontinue her own ministrations.
Willow understood and eagerly curled her tongue again, rolling the brunette's clit back and forth, as her girlfriend squeezed her butt cheeks to show her pleasure.
With both girls being expertly stimulated in their most sensitive areas, it didn't take long for both of their orgasms to build. Tara was the first to crash, her toes curling into the sheets as she exploded from her centre, rays of pleasure shooting all around her. She continued her tongue thrusts as best she could and felt Willow come as well just a few moments after her, opening her mouth wide to accept the overflowing juices greedily. She continued licking lazily for a few minutes until she heard a small giggle.
The redhead sluggishly turned herself and grinned at her girlfriend.
"Kinda tickled."
"Sorry," Tara whispered, "Just can't get enough of you."
"Don't be. Loved every second."
"Hey, what was that thing you did?" Tara asked, her eyes lighting up.
"Oh," Willow replied, smiling almost smugly as she curled her tongue again and thrust it in and out of her mouth in a demonstration, "Like that."
"Damn. I wish I could roll my tongue like that. It felt amazing."
"Your tongue is perfect just as it is."
They kissed for a few minutes until Willow pulled away, glancing at the door and shaking her head.
"I can't believe we just did that."
At the same time, ten feet away, Sheila looked between her daughter's bedroom door and her husband, lying beside her, biting her lip.
"I can't believe we just did that."