Summary: Anya and Tara hide in Giles' bathroom while the Scooby gang has it out
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Disclaimer: These characters aren't mine. I just took them out for a spin and made them do naughty things.

Tara had no idea when she first told Willow she wanted to be part of the Scooby Gang that she would end up hiding in the bathroom with Anya while their friends screamed at each other in the next room. But there she was, pacing back and forth with Anya watching her. It seemed like the two of them had been cooped up in the bathroom forever.

"I can't believe they're still at it," Tara said.

Anya sighed in resignation. "Well, I wish they would wrap things up. Xander and I could be having sex right now. But no. He has to argue with Buffy."

Though Tara didn't find the notion of Xander and Anya having sex very pleasant, she still had to agree with the former vengeance demon. This was just a waste of time. She would much rather be locked in her dorm room with Willow, under the covers, naked.

The thought of making love to Willow made Tara all warm and tingly. She tried not to let it show. So far, only Buffy knew the truth about her relationship with Willow. Tara didn't want to give even the slightest hint to Anya that something was going on with her and Willow.

"I'm going stir crazy," Anya said, sounding exasperated.

Tara nodded. "I know. This is getting ridiculous."

"Yes," Anya said. "Do you mind if I masturbate?"

Tara nearly fell to the floor. "Excuse me?"

"I want to masturbate," Anya said. "I can achieve a satisfying orgasm when I stroke my labia and clitoris with my fingers."

"I know what masturbation is," Tara said, blushing.

"You should try it," Anya said. "It's very nice."

"I know," Tara said.

Anya's eyes widened. "Then you do masturbate?"

Tara blushed again. "That's sort of a personal question. But yes, of course I do."

"So you understand why I want to," Anya said. "Since Xander isn't available for sex I want to masturbate. Will that bother you?"

Tara knew her answer should have been yes. It was wrong. She belonged to Willow. And even though, technically, it wouldn't be cheating if Anya masturbated while she was in the room, part of her still felt like it would be unfaithful of her to allow it. But another part of her was overcome with lust and desperately wanted to see Anya touching herself. The lusty part of her won out.

"No," Tara said. "It won't bother me."

Anya smiled, obviously very pleased, then slipped a hand down her pants. The sigh that followed made it clear she was rubbing her pussy vigorously.

"Oh yes," Anya muttered. "That feels very good."

The bathroom soon filled with the musky scent of Anya's arousal. Tara was finding it more and more difficult to breathe. She could feel a damp spot spreading across the crotch of her panties as she listened to Anya gasp and moan in pleasure. Then Anya's eyes rolled back in her head and Tara whimpered.

Anya looked over at her. "Are you okay?

"Um, sure," Tara said. "Why?"

"You look sick."

"No, I'm fine," Tara said.

Anya said, "Then I'm bothering you."

"Not at all," Tara said. That was a lie, of course. But she wasn't about to tell Anya that she was getting all hot and bothered watching her masturbate. So instead she said, "It's just that, uh, what you're doing looks like a lot fun."

"It is," Anya said. "Why don't you masturbate too?"

Tara groaned softly. "Y-you wouldn't mind?"

"Why would I?" Anya asked. But she didn't wait for an answer. The ex- demon went back to fingering herself.

Tara couldn't hold back any more. She reached under her skirt, pulled aside the crotch of her panties, and began to finger her slit. Gods. That felt nice! She teased her slick pussylips, using the tip of her finger to whip herself into a frenzy. As she rubbed up and down her cleft, Tara noticed that Anya was watching her. This was insane! She couldn't believe she was masturbating in front of someone! But there she was with a hand under skirt, fingering her pussy while Anya did the same. The former demon seemed puzzled.

"Wh-what?" Tara asked.

"You sound like you're enjoying this much more than me," Anya said. "I must be doing something wrong. But I can't see what you're doing differently. Lift up your skirt."

Tara groaned. Flashing Anya her pussy seemed to be crossing another line. But then she figured, in for a penny . . . in for a pound. So with that in mind, Tara hiked up her skirt to give Anya a better view. Anya's eyes went even wider but she said nothing as Tara went back to fingering her cunt. She dragged her finger up and down her slit then went inside, thrusting a finger deep into her pussy. But it was Anya that groaned in response. And Tara soon learned why. Looking up, she noticed that Anya was mirroring her every stroke. When she rubbed her cuntlips, so did Anya. When she thrust two fingers inside her pussy, Anya did too. Seeing Anya fucking herself made Tara groan with need. She pumped her fingers in and out of her cunt, her pace frantic, using her thumb to stroke her clit.

"Oh . . . oh God," Tara groaned.

"Which God?" Anya asked.

Tara looked up. She was on the verge of climax and Anya was playing twenty questions?! "Huh?"

"I know a lot of gods," Anya said. "Which one are you referring to?"

"It doesn't matter," Tara said, grunting.

"Are you going to have an orgasm soon?"

"Yes!" Tara cried.

"So am I," Anya said.

Groaning with need, Tara rubbed her clit faster . . . faster . . . her knees buckling as she neared climax. She looked over at Anya. The one-time demon had pants down around her ankles, her legs were spread wide as she could get them, and she had two fingers wrenched up her pussy. Mmmm. Anya had a lovely-looking snatch and she was fingering it desperately. It looked like both of them were on the edge of release, creeping closer . . . closer . . . closer still . . . and then in a massive surge of pleasure Tara came, her warm juices gushing over her fingers. At almost the same moment Anya moaned and tossed her head back, fingering herself to orgasm while Tara watched in delight.

The two of them stood there, panting for breath. Tara felt a sudden wave of embarrassment. She pulled up her panties and tugged her skirt back into place. Anya straightened up her own disheveled clothes then sighed.

"Well," Tara said, searching for anything to say.

"That killed a few minutes," Anya said.

Tara nodded. "Yeah."

"I feel better now," Anya said.

"Me too," Tara said. She could hear raised voices in the other room. "Sounds like they're still at it."

"Yeah," Anya said, sighing. "Well, if they keep it up too much longer we may have to masturbate again."

Tara smiled. "I guess if we have to . . ."