Author: Vernon Bruce
Summary: Book -- A sexy love story where Buffy gets her Meddlesome preconceptions shattered while dealing with her friends and mother's relationships and fighting a female demon.
Sexual encounters featured, Willow/Giles (Lots) Buffy/Angel/Riley (sort of) Buffy/Riley, Riley/Erica(Eric) (sort of) Joyce/Carol, Joyce/Frank/Carol, Xander/Anya, Xander/Riley (sort of) Drusilla/Harmony/Terry, Buffy/Drusilla/Harmony/Terry.
Spoiler Warning: Based on unconfirmed spoilers for end of season 4 that didn’t happen anyway.
Rating: NC17 or X
Disclaimer: The characters are the property of Joss Whendon Mutant Enemy, Kuzui Productions 18 Century Fox, WB Network, ect. The situation is mine, and I don't mean to infringe upon any copyrights.
Notes: Feed back is greatly appreciated. All most as much as silk scarves, cherry syrup and paint brushes.
Dedication. Thanks to Laura Smith who Bata read. And to all those who maintain websites etc. so there's a place to share our fan ficks.
Chapter 1 - A FRIEND IN NEED
Willow sat on the couch in Giles’ living room, staring at her computer on the coffee table.
“Tea?” asked the distinguished Ex-watcher as he carried a service in from the kitchen and set it beside the laptop.
“Please. Thank you for letting me come here. I can’t get anything done at home.”
“Parents?” Giles poured two cups of steaming herbal tee and took a seat opposite Willow.
“Constantly. It’s, well, for eighteen years they more or less pretended I didn’t exist, now it’s like they’re trying to make up for lost time.”
“They’re just concerned. Your freshman year was not an easy time for you.”
“My freshman year was the worst year of my life. Still they act like I’m going to break like a china doll.”
“They don’t know how much you’ve been through in your young life. They have no way of knowing how strong you really are.”
Willow smiled and gazed at Giles. The gentle concern on his face was so different from the intrusive, demanding compassion of her parents. She took a sip of her tea and used it as an excuse to examine him more thoroughly. She’d always secretly admired the view. Despite his age, he was toned and the bit of weather beating on his face gave him a ruggedness she found attractive.
“I guess you’re right,” she said as she set down her cup. “It’s just they. I loved Oz and I guess they know it. It’s just, I’m not about to throw myself into the grave after him. And there are other things.”
“The break up with that Tara girl?” volunteered Giles.
Willow gasped and sat back on the couch. “How? Who? I... I... I’m not really you know. It was just.”
Before he could stop himself Giles laughed then, taking a deep breath, interrupted the pretty redhead.
“Willow, you, Buffy, Xander, you all act like I was born forty. I went to college and, aside from computers and the internet, things were not that different.”
“You... I thought Tara and I were very discreet.”
“You were discreet, she was like a puppy dog always mooning at you. I am glad that you ended it with her. She was far too needy. A taker, not a giver in the least.”
Giles sipped his tea.
“In a way I wish I’d never met her. I feel well. I did those things. Suppose I really am a lesbian?”
“Then you are. Willow, you are Willow, and that can be a lot of things, never allow one aspect of yourself to define you. On this note though, let me ask you, did you enjoy you’re time with Oz.”
A brief shadow of pain crossed her face at her dead lover’s name.
“Then you’re at most Bi-sexual. Experimentation is very common. The Masters and Johnson study said 40% of people have experimented, only about 10% are actively Homo or Bi sexual.”
“That study’s out dated,” remarked Willow.
“It was the best available when I felt a need to research the issue.”
Willow paused, stating at Giles. Her brain clicked over and her jaw dropped open. “You? No. Who with? When?”
Giles removed his glasses and started cleaning them with his handkerchief. He shifted uncomfortably on the couch. “You must understand, I would no more like this information disseminated than you would like it if I announced the particulars of your friendship with Tara.”
“Cross my heart, between you and me.” Willow made a crossing motion over her heart.
“Back in my sophomore year of college. It was... Well... Ethane and I were once very close indeed. Olivia made up our third. The whole thing was very Avaunt Guarde.”
“You, Ethan, and Olivia.” Willow sat open mouthed.
“Willow, things haven’t changed that much. I was twenty. That isn’t as long ago as you Slayerettes like to think.”
“Goddess, how long?”
“About six months, then Ethan and I had a fight over Olivia. I was just as glad it ended. I was never fully comfortable with another man.”
“I understand that, I think. With Tara I always had to pretend it was Oz or... well some other guy I was attracted to.“ Willow’s eyes traced over Giles. “Then when it was my turn to, well... you know, her it was always so mechanical. Like I’d be doing my best, but in my head I was thinking about an essay I had to write or something.”
“And you doubt your orientation?”
“Touche. I’m always here for you, Willow. I hope you know that.”
“I know. Thank you Giles.”
Willow’s computer beeped and she pressed a button, acknowledging that the defrag was complete. The screen filled with a cartoon image, grass under sky. A red-headed, cartoon witch walked across the screen. A cartoon wolf pranced after her, then rolled onto its back. The witch rubbed the wolf’s belly and a caption filled the bottom of the screen.
Happy anniversary, Willow, I love you always, Oz.
“Goddess!” Willow started to cry.
“What is that?” Giles wrapped a fatherly arm around the young woman’s shoulders.
“Oz must have programmed it and left it hidden on the hard drive. Probably triggered by the date. It was one year ago today that we first. Oh Giles, I miss him!” Willow sobbed and, unable to do more, Giles held her. After a long time the sobs quieted, and she turned her tear streaked face to look at him. Slowly, half afraid, she brought her lips to his and kissed him gently. She felt his lips move in response, then he pulled away and stood up, refusing to look at her.
“Willow, I’m sorry. I... I was taking advantage of your grief. Please forgive me. I- - -.”
“Giles, come back here, hold me,” pleaded Willow.
“I... I’m old enough to be your father.”
“But you aren’t. Giles, I’ve been through a lot. I need someone to hold me, and I need a man to prove to myself some things about myself. I’d like that man to be someone I love.”
“Love?” asked Giles.
“I’ve fantasized about you since I was fifteen years old. You always listen and are always honest with me. I’m not asking for forever. I don’t need forever. I need today and tomorrow and five years from now be damned. Hold me?” Willow stared into Giles’ eyes, a blush tinting her cheeks.
Giles looked at the slender redhead. For a moment he expected to see the fifteen-year-old, chestnut-haired youth. Instead he saw a beautiful nineteen-year-old woman who had faced dangers that many would never know. Her green eyes held vulnerability that masked huge reserves of inner strength. He sat on the couch and wrapped her in his arms.
“You’ll have to give me a few moments to catch up. I didn’t start dreaming about you until you were sixteen. So you’re a year ahead,” he confided.
Willow smiled and Giles felt almost saddened to bury the smile under his kiss, but he did. This time, the kiss lingered. Lips parting, tongues gently exploring, touching. He smelt the floral sent of her shampoo, underscored by a sweet spice that was uniquely hers. His mind reeled and all thoughts of age, time, propriety vanished. A feeling he’d held in check surged up. So long he’d tried to be the loving uncle to this young beauty but now all his pretenses were laid bare and his need took him.
Willow’s hands strayed over Giles’ chest, unbuttoning his shirt. His muscles were firm and there was a light dusting of hair. She ran her fingers across him, pausing to stroke his nipples. She felt his mouth leave hers and stray to her neck. Kissing up from her collar to her ear, which he gently nibbled sending a tingle down her spine.
“God, yes. How did you know I loved that?” she breathed.
“Experience teaches,” Giles whispered. He pulled away, but before she could complain she found herself picked up and cradled in his arms. She embraced his neck as he carried her up the stairs to his bedroom.
“I could walk.” she whispered, while secretly reviling in his strength and the classical romance of the act.
“Save your strength, I intend to see you’ll need it.” Giles lay her on his bed and kissed her once more. His hands roved over her body, pausing to caress her breasts through the material of her sweater. Willow’s breath caught as he pinched her hardening nipples. He broke the kiss and, bringing her wrist to his mouth, scaped its underside with his teeth.
“Goddess!” she breathed.”
“Now now. No need to swear.” Giles pulled her sweater over her head then shucked his own unbuttoned shirt.
He sat back, admiring her supple form and the firm line of her abdomen. With one hand he expertly undid the clasp holding her bra, while with the other he traced a line up her pant leg. Cupping his hand over her sex he pushed up. Her small perfect breasts revealed themselves as she gasped and arched her back.
“Rupert,” countered her new lover.
“Rupert.” Willow reached out and massaged the bulge in his pants. Rolling on her side, she undid the button and lowered his fly. A oddly calm part of her mind was surprised to find briefs instead of boxers blocking her access, but that voice stilled as she tore them down with the pants.
Giles pulled away and stepped out of his trousers. He stood naked before her, his erection seeming huge in her eyes. Moving back to her side, he undid her pants and pulled them off.
“Yes. Faster,” she breathed as his fingers traced up her leg, stopping to stroke the length of her vaginal slit through her panties. Rupert paused giving her clitoris a light flick that made her gasp.
“What’s the rush? We have all day,” he said, a wicked gleam in his eye. Removing her panties left him by her feet. He ran his tongue along her instep while he massaged the reflex-ology point for sexuality at her ankle.
“Hmmmm, Gi... Rupert.”
Rupert slowly licked his way up her leg, stroking the skin as he did so. Reaching her sex, he caressed it.
“Ugg ha aha ha.” she breathed as his thumb stroked her clitoris and his index finger found that roughened patch of skin just inside her opening.
Willow sat up and nearly threw Rupert down on the bed before positioning herself over him. Rupert pushed his hand out pressing onto her vagina, stimulating her even as he prevented her from mounting him.
“Top drawer,” he breathed, pleased by the effect he was having on her.
Willow looked confused. Rupert reached over and pulled open the drawer. After a second’s fumbling he pulled out a condom.
“Oh,” breathed Willow, disappointed. Rupert moved his fingers stroking her clitoris and sitting up took her nipple into his mouth, gently sucking.
“Ohoooooo,” she breathed, all disappointment forgotten.
Removing his hand Rupert tore open the package and slid the condom over himself. With a single thrust Willow mounted him.
“Gods, You are so beautiful. So hot. My Willow,” he breathed as she rode him. His hands caressed her breasts and strayed over her body. Minutes later she gasped as her orgasm brought a flush to her usually pale skin.
The sight of her, neck thrown back in ecstasy, body arched like a young Celtic Goddess, was too much for Rupert. With a groan he found his own release. She collapsed against him, making small whimpering noises.
“Willow. My Willow. Gods you were worth the wait.” he breathed.
“Ru-pert,” she split his name in an almost childish imitation and looked into his face. They were both sweat soaked, but in his eyes she saw something she had never seen in Oz or Tara. Love was there, but also an understanding of what love was that she was only just coming to herself. She pushed the thought aside as too much effort and lay against his chest enjoying the warmth of him.
Rupert wrapped his arms around her and held on for all he was worth. He felt twenty again, as if the pain and sorrow of his life was gone and all that remained was a bright future of promise.
Better a day of life than an eternity of existence, he thought, feeling his young love close against him and knowing it would end all too soon but happy for the moment.
The sky darkened outside the window while they lay together, cuddling and talking, until Rupert recovered enough for them to make love again. It was late when Willow phoned home and said she was staying at Buffy’s. The white lie told, she snuggled in against Rupert.
Chapter 2 - Breakfast at Rupert’s
Giles pulled Willow close against him. In sleep all that was innocence and youth could be seen in her face, and he marvelled that the creature of passion that had shared his bed the day before could be so transformed.
“Giles,” she murmured and stretched like a cat.
Giles wondered if she was aware of how the position of her buttocks was affecting him.
“Rupert,” he corrected.
“Rupert. That’s going to take some getting use to. Of course some things are easy to adjust to.” Reaching back she patted the erection that her artful stretching had brought about.
“And you always seemed so much the good girl.”
“Welcome to the 20th century. Good girls can have a sex drive, we just don’t talk about it to everyone.”
“Ummm, and I so enjoy our little chats.”
“I’ll make an exception.” Leaning back she kissed him. He felt her body press tight against him, back to front.
The kiss ended.
“If you’re going to keep this up,” he began.
Willow’s smile was pure mischief. “Oh, I think you’ll keep it up.”
Rupert reached around her, using one hand to massage her breasts while stroking her clitoris with the other. Willow’s breath caught. Rupert gently nibbled the back of her neck. The smell of her hair was intoxicating. Willow shifted, positioning him at her opening.
“Condom,” said Rupert.
“Awww, I am on the pill,” complained Willow, but she knew it was useless to object and opened the drawer.
“It wouldn’t be love without one, Pet.”
“Come again. Oh, I mean... well... umm. Well I didn’t mean it that way. You...”
Giles silenced her with a kiss before answering. “Love seeks to protect. Today, right now, either one of us could be infected. It takes six months for the virus to show itself. Once we’ve been monogamous for six months, we can get tested and throw the damn rubbers out the window.”
“Six months... I... Do you think we’ll last that long? I mean... well... yesterday I said this was only a temporary thing.”
“Willow, Love. Who knows? What I do know is I have the most desirable woman in the world in my bed, grinding her cute little buttocks into my groin, and if she doesn’t give me the damn rubber soon, I just might lose control.”
Willow grinned, kissed him and wiggled her butt against him suggestively. Rupert gasped. Pushing off the covers, Willow took Giles’ penis into her hand and pulled back the foreskin.
“Something else new,” she remarked. Wetting her finger she traced it over the exposed head.
Giles groaned and tried to roll onto his back but a tug from Willow stopped him.
“No, I like how we woke up,” she explained as she opened the wrapper then slowly unrolled the condom over Rupert’s manhood, making sure to leave room for the ejaculate at its end. Finished, she slid up his body and spooned with him. His right arm passed under her slender chest, his hand gently squeezing her breast while his left hand stroked the area around her clitoris.
“You are so wet,” he breathed into her ear.
“Hmmmm,” Willow reached down and positioned him at her vaginal lips, then eased onto his penis. At first she only took in the tip, teasing herself, then gradually she allowed him to penetrate her more deeply.
“Oh Gods,” breathed Rupert, nibbling the back of her neck.
“Yes. Oh, Rupert, You feel so big. I’ve wanted you for so long. This is better than I ever dreamed,” Willow said her voice taking on a silken huskiness it lacked in everyday life.
“Oh Gods. I’m going to come, stop for a moment,” he begged.
Willow’s response was to push down harder, snuggling into him with all the strength in her lithe form. Rupert groaned and she felt him twitch. His finger pressed a little harder against her clitoris and her own orgasm welled up. For a second the room was lost in a wash of sensation, then she lay still.
Rupert held her, his own pleasure still rippling along his spine. The sheer warmth of her pressed against his chest, the sensual curve of her neck.
You’re an old fool, Giles, he thought to himself. Nothing more pathetic than an old man chasing after a young girl, but Gods this is more than I ever dreamed. No way out, old man, you’re here for as long as she’ll have you. At least it will be a memory worth keeping.
“Rupert, and yes?”
Willow let out a little snort and smiled. “Rupert. Why is that so important to you?”
“Everyone else calls me Giles. You calling me Rupert reminds me that you’re special, that you’re something more than one of my surrogate children.”
“I’ll have to try to remember. Last thing I want is you thinking of me as a child.”
“Not much chance of that now.” Rupert pushed in tighter against her. He was softening but still rested inside her and the closeness was a special intimacy he relished.
“You know how yesterday I said I wanted someone I loved?”
“I meant that. I love you, Rupert. You’re the kindest gentlest, smartest man I’ve ever met.”
Rupert closed his eyes, cursing the years that separated them then replied. “I love you too, Willow. Have for a very long time.”
Willow nestled into him.
Giles stirred the eggs and milk while the skillet heated. Willow sat at his kitchen table sipping at a large glass of Orange juice. She was dressed in her clothes from the day before, with her hair still damp from the shower.
“You cook too?” she remarked.
“Even bachelors must eat. Jelly donuts do not a healthy diet make.”
“And we need to keep up your strength.” Willow smiled and for Giles the room seamed to lighten.
“I will start a program of vitamins immediately,” he remarked.
Willow became thoughtful. “This could be awkward.”
“How so, love? It’s just a cheese omelet.”
“Us, you me. I mean Buffy, while she’s...”
“Rather protective of both of us and thinks I hunted woolly mammoths in my youth.”
“Err, you got it mister. I don’t think she’ll take it well. You know how jealous she gets when you get involved.”
“Really? How flattering.”
“Willow, what do you take me for? Buffy, well Buffy would be like sleeping with my own daughter. Besides, I have enough trouble keeping up with the one of you.”
“Just so you don’t go getting your roles confused.”
Rupert knelt by Willow, putting the bowl on the table, he kissed her deeply. “No chance of that, my pretty Irish Colleen.”
Willow smiled as he moved to the stove. “How do you want to tell her?”
“Me? Well I guess as the man it should be me but, actually... Willow, is it really any of her business?”
Willow considered. “I guess not. She and Riley have each other, Xander has Anya, why shouldn’t we have each other?”
“OK, we don’t say anything. We just keep quiet and see what happens.”
“Excellent.” Giles sprinkled cheese onto the omelet and folded it over. The door burst open and Buffy raced into the room.
“Giles, we have trouble!” she exclaimed, Pausing she noticed Willow, “Hi, Will. Aren’t those the same clothes...”
“Umm... Yup... sure are. Umm... Late research last night. Passed out on the couch... umm. Yeah. Giles let me sleep.” Willow blushed crimson, but by then Buffy had turned back to Giles.
“Big thing, four tentacles, body that looks like a gorilla with no head. Came out of a hole in the ground and puked up this big cloud. Bunch of vamps followed it.”
“When?” he demanded.
“Twenty minutes ago,” replied Buffy.
Willow was already leafing through an old leather tome.
“But it’s broad daylight!” exclaimed Giles.
“Land squid!” Willow held up the open book. A picture showing the beast filled half the page.
“Bloody hell! I remember now. The ink it spits into the air blocks the sun so vampires can walk around in daylight. Fortunately the squid isn’t very bright, about on par with a stupid dog, but the vampires have undoubtedly trained it.”
“How do we stop it?” demanded Buffy.
“Well now, if memory serves, they are nearly indestructible. One requires a sword of Mikalose and then hmm,” he began.
“The beast must be smiteth in two with a single blow,” finished Willow, reading from the book.
“So where do we get this sword thinggy?” demanded Buffy.
“I’m not entirely sure. Willow?” asked Giles.
“Oh-oh. This is bad.”
“Will, Vamps, broad daylight, busy streets, feeding frenzy,” encouraged Buffy.
“The last known sword of Mikalose was lost in a storm off the coast of Florida in 1872.”
“Other options people. Come on. Hungry vamps.”
“Well... umm... Buffy. Perhaps you should go and see what you can do. I mean, how many vampires are actually under the squid’s canopy?” asked Giles.
“Oh, I don’t know, like try, twenty-five and more coming out of hiding as the cloud grows.”
“Oh my. Perhaps if we could disperse the cloud. Willow, a wind spell.”
“Great, you two get things blowing, and I’ll go do the damage control thing,” stated Buffy.
“Buffy, wait. I have an idea,” Willow called out stopping her friend before she reached the door.
Willow and Giles stood in the circle facing the east.
“Here me oh Sylphs, frolicsome friends of man. Lords of intelligence,” spoke Willow holding her Athame pointed sky ward.
“Here me oh intelligent knowing spirits. Lords of wind and weather,” boomed Giles holding an oak wand tipped with a quartz crystal.
In unison they finished the charge. “We call upon thee in our need, wind that blows eternal, let loose the hurricane that it might smite our foes and shred their shield of pollution and filth.”
Buffy set down the two cans she carried and dove at the vamp on the edge of the cloud’s protection, driving a stake into its heart. The cloud now covered a patch of sky surrounding the land squid twenty metres out on all sides. Vampires thronged under the canopy, grabbing anyone that ventured near. As Buffy watched, a vamp drained a victim and tossed it at the squid. The squid picked up the body with a tentacle and pushed it into a hole in its chest.
“Gross symbiosis,” remarked Buffy.
Turning to her next foe, Buffy was almost knocked flat by a gust of wind. In seconds a wall of air pounded against the airborne shield, pushing it to one side of the land squid. Several vamps, too slow to follow the shield’s movement, burst into flame as the clear sun struck them.
“Way to go, Will.” Buffy retrieved the tins she’d carried and ran at the land squid. By now the sky shield emerging from the beast was blown back and away and nothing stood between her and the creature. It swiped at her with its tentacles, but she leapt over them and dumped the contents of the two cans into the neck hole from which the cloud emerged. She leapt back and grinned at the cans’ labels. Fast acting Epoxy and accelerant. A moment passed. The land squid screamed and the cloud stopped growing as the adhesive hardened. The squid seemed to puff up then with a resounding echo, exploded. The vampires scrambled for safety, many bursting into flame as they ran.
Good one, Will, Thought Buffy. Now if only I can find you a boyfriend. Of course maybe that should be girlfriend. Hope not, it’d be like sharing a room with Xander. God, was that Tara a milk sop. Just keep telling yourself she just needed to get it out of her system, Buff. She’s your friend, besides she still talks about guys.
Willow and Giles dismissed the elements and opened the circle before they fell into each other’s arms and shared a long deep kiss.
“Do you think we have time?” asked Willow.
“Sadly, love, Buffy is usually quite prompt about reporting in these situations,” remarked Rupert.
“At least we can finish breakfast and maybe she won’t stay long.”
“Tis a consummation devoutly to be wished,” agreed Rupert.
“I love a man who knows the classics,” teased Willow, kissing him again. She pulled away when the door opened.
“It worked great, Will. Thing blew up like a Schwarzenegger movie. What’s up? You two look, I don’t know, embarrassed or something.”
“It was the spell. It required more effort than we expected,” observed Giles.
“Yeah, that’s it, the spell. Not like we were doing anything wrong or naughty,” added Willow.
“OK. Say, you were making omelets. Is there enough for three?” asked Buffy.
The door closed and Willow nearly threw the book onto the coffee table. “I love Buffy, but Goddess, am I glad she’s gone.”
“I agree totally,” Giles emerged from the kitchen carrying two half full wine glasses.
“Isn’t this classic,” observed Willow, sitting up on the couch.
“The classics are classic for a reason.” Depositing the wine on the coffee table, Giles retrieved a candle from the mantle and lit it before extinguishing the electric lights. A soothing half light filled the room and the candle cast a glow onto Willow’s face. Rupert just gazed at her.
“What?” asked Willow.
“You are lovely. Would you do something for me?”
“What?” Willow pushed down a variety of thoughts that were both scary and uncharitable.
Rupert raced upstairs and returned a minute later holding a blue satin teddy with a lacy bodice and a matching robe. ”Would you put this on?”
“Gi... Rupert, it’s beautiful. Wait? I mean if you’re into it I suppose I can adjust, I mean, I’m as liberal as the next girl, but... I mean, why do you have woman’s lingerie in your bedroom?”
Rupert laughed. “It’s not what you seem to think, Love. They most definitely are not my size.”
“Actually, Xander asked me to order them for Anya and keep them here until her “Birthday”, if that is the right word. Then she made it quite clear to him that she disliked what she termed ‘the feeble attempt of men to indenture women into sexual servitude by dressing them in ways that disenfranchised their person-hood.”
Willow laughed at the imitation. “Anya, the only nymphomaniac, ex-demon, radical feminist I know.” Willow took the lingerie and slipped into the downstairs bathroom. Rupert took the time to light a few more candles and slip into a blue satin robe of his own. He was stretched out on the couch when Willow emerged. The vision took his breath away. The blue contrasted with her red hair, which shone in the candle light. Her pale skin had a rosy flush and, looking closer, he could see that her nipples were erect from the liquid friction of the material against them.
“Well?” Willow stood at the end of the couch and slowly turned. “Whatca think?”
“Magnificent,” he breathed. Moving to her side, he lightly stroked his finger over the satin, causing it to brush against her skin. Her breath caught then released in a long sigh.
“Anya is an idiot,” she breathed and pressed her lips to Rupert’s.
“All the better for us, my love,” he replied and let his fingers brush over her nipples. With one hand he stroked the cool material along her thigh while the other moved to play over her buttocks.
“It’s no wonder they make underwear out of cotton, no one would ever get any work done,” quipped Willow.
Rupert looked into her smiling face and saw his world in her emerald eyes. His hands continued to trace her form and now she began touching him through his satin robe.
The material slid over his neck and shifted back and forth against his erection. Willow dropped to her knees and parted the front of his robe.
“Love I,” he began but she held up a condom and opening it unrolled it over the length of his shaft. Her lips encircled him, and he gasped as the intensity of sensation shot up him. He ran his fingers through her hair, which was easily as soft as the satin she wore.
“Willow, My Willow,” he breathed. Mustering all his control, he pulled away.
“Ru-pert, give that back,” Willow pouted.
Rupert smiled and lifting her off her knees, laid her on the couch. Pulling an oral dam from his pocket he popped it into his mouth and positioned his tongue into the flexible covering. Stroking Willow’s thigh he lowered himself so his mouth was level with her sex then tentatively, lovingly, he parted her lips. He silently cursed the dam that kept her sweetness from him even as he maneuvered it over her vaginal opening, then licked his way up to her clitoris. Taking her clit into his mouth, he sucked gently.
“Oh Goddess. Rupert. Yes, just like that. Uhhhhh.”
Willow’s gasp corresponded with Rupert inserting his finger into her canel. Soon another finger followed then a third.
“Rupert, I want you now. Enter me, Goddess, please stop teasing.”
Rupert heard the desperation and standing, spat out the dam and pressed his erection into his young love. He began a slow rhythm, almost pulling out with each thrust before driving back in to the hilt. His hand traced her satin covered skin, eliciting gasps and moans. He alternated between kissing her and leaning back so his fingers could stroke her clitoris, adding to her sensation. With a sudden intake of breath Willow came.
Giles leaned back watching for what seemed an eternity as the young beauty beneath him writhed. Slowly she quieted and caught her breath.
“OK, you’ve made your point about experience, now let’s see what enthusiasm can do.” Willow pushed him off her and made him sit on the couch. Keeling between his legs she pulled off the old condom.
“Never liked the taste.” She rolled a new prophylactic over him then swallowed him whole. She slowly inched off him until only the head of his penis rested between her lips. Her fingers brushed his testicles as she licked the entire length of his shaft.
“Willow,” he breathed and she swallowed him once again, this time using her tongue to caress his length in her mouth. Taking the corner of his robe she stroked the satin over his testes as her mouth and tongue worked his shaft. Soon the only sounds were Rupert’s groans. He gasped, sitting up and holding Willow’s head against his groin. Locked in place, she alternated sucking hard and soft and stroking his testicles as her lover spilled his seed. Rupert collapsed onto the couch leaving Willow to remove the condom and wipe him clean with a tissue. Moving up beside him she snuggled in and he embraced her.
“We didn’t even get to the wine,” she observed, after a long silence.
“Why would I want any sense dulled with you nearby,” countered Rupert.
“This is nice. Real nice but I should go home. My parents will worry.”
“Sadly true, love. Will you come by tomorrow to help with some research?”
“What kind?” She lightly drummed her fingers against his flaccid penis.
“With luck, both.” He kissed her and then just held her until she had to go. The drive to her door was spent in a gentle silence.
I never thought of this cost, having to deal with parents all over again, thought Rupert, but a single glance in Willow’s direction made him realize that for him any cost was small. He kissed her good night in the car and watched until she was safely inside her parents’ house before starting home himself.
Chapter 3 - Buffy’s Discovery
Angel caressed the rounded curve of her breasts while Riley kissed gently up her inner thigh.
“Mmmmm,” breathed Buffy. She took a moment to glance at Parker. He was gagged and tied in a chair, forced to watch what he would never have again. The longing and frustration on his face added to her excitement.
She reached out and caressed Angel’s erection. It was firm and long. Riley’s lips brushed her labia. He kissed her sex like he might her mouth, running his tongue deeply into her. A small moan escaped her lips, and she pulled Angel to her. His hands ran through her hair as she took him into her mouth. The satiny texture of him, the softness of his pubic hair and the clean smell of him all pushed her to a higher plateau.
Riley licked his way, with agonising slowness, up her vaginal slit, then fastened his lips over her clitoris sucking it gently. She moaned around Angel’s penis and the vampire licked his fingers and tugged on her nipples.
Riley pulled away, running his tongue up her body, pausing to suckle her breast. Angel withdrew from her mouth and took her other nipple between his lips. She felt two sets of hands explore her body. She hugged her lovers around their necks, clamping them to her nipples as they tongued and suckled her. One set of fingers slipped into her sex while the other played with her clitoris. The fingers in her vagina shifted, being replaced by a thumb. She felt something tease at the opening of her anus. One finger inserted then another. The stretching was an odd mix of pleasure and pain. But the pain soon vanished. Her arms fell away from her lover’s necks and she was lifted onto all fours. Angel lay below her and she felt Riley pressed against her back. She lowered herself onto Angel’s penis, stretching the walls of her vagina then Riley pressed against her anus. For a second it resisted then yielding to the inevitable, opened allowing him to slide in. They moved in a perfect rhythm. She felt her own heat growing and glanced over at Parker. He was straining helpless against his bonds, unable to even touch himself. The sight was enough to push her over the edge and she moaned out her pleasure.
“Buffy, are you all right?” called Joyce from the other side of the closed door.
Buffy’s eyes snapped open and she took a deep breath. ”Fine Mom, just tripped that’s all.
“OK dear, come down for breakfast.”
“Down in a minute.”
Buffy scanned her bed. The banana laying beside her face was nearly bitten in half and the two long slender toys she’d bought during her month in LA visiting her father still hummed in her lower orifices.
“God, Riley better get back from Iowa soon, this is costing me a fortune in batteries.” She scanned her room wishing she wasn’t alone. As she removed her toys and carefully wiped each down with a disinfectant swab.
I wonder what Riley would think of a threesome. Probably be OK with two girls and him. Maybe that would get Willow over Oz. Hmmm, well maybe, she is cute and it might be interesting to try . Naw it would be like giving Xander one for pity. Too many complications. Still, if Riley would trade a three for a three. Oh God, Buffy, you’re thinking like Faith. Bad Buffy, bad. Some fantasies are best left that way, Her thoughts raced as she quickly pulled on her robe and went downstairs for breakfast.
Giles smiled as Willow tightened the silk scarf around his wrist.
“Now I have you just where I want you,” she commented and traced the underside of his penis with her fingertip. It jumped in response.
Rupert pulled against the scarves that held him spread eagle on his bed.
“How can anyone so sweet and innocent in everyday life be such a harlot in bed?” he breathed as he gazed at her. She was barely covered in a diaphanous black negligee, held closed by a single tie between her breasts.
“Just enjoy it. You get the best of both worlds.”
“Believe me, Love, I dooooooooo.”
Willow ran her tongue around the head of his erection slipping her tongue tip under the foreskin. She pulled away and took one of his testicles into her mouth, sucking gently as she stroked his shaft with her hand. She stopped and pulled away.
“No, you can’t,” cried Rupert
Willow stepped back and smiled at him innocently. “Can’t what, Ru-pert? Isn’t that what the scarves are for? I get to play however I want, for as long as I want, and there is nothing you can do about it.”
Rupert groaned as she undid the tie at the front of her negligee and let it fall to the floor. Moving to his bedside she positioned herself so his hand could touch her sex. He immediately began to masturbate her. Her lips fell to his nipple, biting gently. He groaned and worked his fingers harder but she pulled away. Taking a feather from the night-stand she traced it along the pulse line of his neck then flicked it lightly over his nipples.
“I’m going to tease you, Rupert. I’m going to make you want me more than you have ever wanted anything. I’m going to lick and suck every inch of you. You’re going to beg me to let you find release.”
“Willow,” he breathed as she tickled along the length of his shaft with the feather. Moving to his feet she traced up his leg then repeated the act with her tongue.
“Take me, Willow. I need you. God, you are so beautiful, so passionate.”
“Are you my Rupert?” demanded Willow from where she had started the process with his other foot.
“Oh, God, yes.”
“Do you love me?”
“As long as I live!”
“Hmmmm.” Willow tickled his scrotum with the feather, licked along the length of his shaft. She moved to his head and taking the oral dam from the night-stand popped it into his mouth. “You’ve talked enough for now.” She positioned herself over his mouth.
Rupert made circles around her vagina with his tongue.
“Ha, tricky, Rupert.” Willow purred as she began to tease his body with the feather, her hands and lips. Always coming close to his penis but never doing more than brushing against the sensitive organ.
Rupert’s tongue shifted to long slow laps along the length of her vaginal slit. He could tell from her breathing that she was coming close. His own need was like a fire burning up from his loins to encompass his entire being. This woman, so sweet, compassionate, quiet and understanding in all other places was pure passion in his bed and the conundrum excited him almost as much as what she was doing with that damn feather.
Willow played her hips back and forth over Rupert’s face as she reached over and grabbed a condom from the night-stand. She unrolled it over the head of his penis then, encircling him, used her lips to push it the rest of the way down. Her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave. She cried out her passion around Rupert’s manhood, unsteady but not willing to let things ride she pulled away from Rupert’s mouth and turning slammed down on his erection. The suddenness of the act caused another, lesser, orgasm to sweep over her. Rupert spat out the oral dam and she lowered her lips to his in a long deep kiss.
Willow sat up and gazed down at him. “My Rupert, what a talented tongue you have. A reward is in order.”
Her hips worked slowly up and down the length of his shaft as she licked her fingers and played with his nipples.
“Willow, Willow, Willow,” Rupert breathed the name like a benediction then cried out. For a second Willow feared the neighbours might hear, then cast the thought aside and reaching back, grasped his testicles milking his orgasm for all it was worth.
Rupert cried out again as waves of pure sensation made the room spin and his seed spilled out.
Buffy knocked on Giles’ door and waited. Nothing happened.
“That’s odd,” she thought. She heard a scream. Using the key he’d given her, she unlocked the door and raced in. Another scream issued from the bedroom. She bolted for the stairs pulling a stake from her jacket even as her Ex-Watcher once more cried out in... agony?
Buffy burst into the bedroom and froze. Giles lay tied to the bed with. Her mind reeled, refusing to believe what she saw.
“Wi, Wi, Willow,” she finally gasped and slumped against the wall before sliding to the floor. She wanted to look away but couldn’t. The same curiosity that makes one gaze at a train wreck held her in its sway.
“Buffy!” Willow rolled off Rupert and pulled up a sheet, clutching it to her breasts.
“What. I, Oh my.” Giles forced his fuddled mind to focus on the events.
“Will, Gi... How? Who? Why? He... She...” babbled Buffy. Then her eyes fell to Giles’ still erect penis. “Wow!” she added, blushed furiously and shook her head.
“Willow, all things considered, perhaps some concern for my modesty.” Giles was blushing crimson.
“What... oh... Yes... Ummm... Sorry.” Willow shifted the sheet so it covered her lover’s groin.
“Thank you.” Reaching with his teeth Giles gripped the end of the slip knot in the scarf and pulled it free from his wrist. The other wrist quickly followed then reaching under the sheet, he freed his legs in the same way.
“Giles, how could you? She’s half your age. You... I mean... Willow. He’s Giles, for God’s sake.”
“Thank you very much, Buffy,” interrupted Giles. “Willow, perhaps you should take Buffy downstairs and discuss matters with her while I get dressed.”
Willow looked at her lover, and Rupert smiled back. The sick feeling in her gut from being caught was replaced with a warmth and confidence she realized was new to her. Not caring what Buffy thought, she kissed him long and hard before getting out of bed. Ignoring Buffy’s shocked gaze Willow picked her blue satin robe up off the back of a chair and belted it on.
“Come on, Buffy, let’s go downstairs and talk,” suggested Willow.
Willow helped Buffy to her feet and supported her as they made their way to the couch.
The two women settled and an awkward silence followed. Finally Buffy spoke.
“Will, how? I mean it’s some sort of spell that’s gone screwy like that time with me and Spike. It has to be.”
“No spell, Buffy. Just Rupert, me and finally growing up enough to go after what I really wanted all along.”
“Will, he’s, I mean. Well. Tara might have been clingy and manipulative, but at least she was born in the same century as you.”
“How’d you find out about Tara and me?” demanded Willow.
“Please, she was so obvious. Plus, she made a pass at me one day when you were out. Not one of your best relationship choices there, Will. But this takes the cake. Giles, I mean, Giles?”
“He’s not as old as you’d like to think, Buff. And he’s handsome, smart, witty, kind and I love him.” Willow stared at the coffee table trying to ignore the shock and disbelief in her friend’s face.
“You. Will, I love Giles too, but I don’t LOVE Giles. You - - -.”
“I do though.”
“I LOVE Giles, err Rupert. Buffy, after Oz died I thought my world was going to end. Then Tara, she just kept taking. I’d try and talk about how much I hurt and she’d just go after more sex. And my parents, Goddess, I don’t even want to talk about my parents. And you and Xander, it was like you both expected me just to throw some kind of switch and be all better. Rupert didn’t. He let me just be, talk when I needed to, do other things when I needed to. Then one day it just kinda happened.”
“He took advantage of you, Will. That’s it. I’ll clean his clock for him.”
“Buffy. I started it. I kissed him and asked him to make love to me. It was so hard after Oz and Tara. I needed to prove some things to myself. In the process I found out just how wonderful Rupert is.”
“Rupert? Will, he’s Giles. He’s always been Giles.”
“Not to me, not anymore. He’s Rupert, and Buff, he’s probably the best thing that ever happened to me.”
Giles didn’t mean to eavesdrop but the heat register in the upstairs bath carried sound from the living room. After the first few words he was hooked and couldn’t help himself. He smiled at Willow’s assessment of him and kept listening.
“Giles? I mean judging from what I saw the parts are there But...” began Buffy.
Willow picked up a pencil from the coffee table and started fiddling with it. “Buffy! That’s... That’s... You’ve been spending too much time with Anya. Rupert is a great lover, but there’s a lot more to him than that.”
“OK, that could have been one of those things I never heard and been completely happy for the rest of my life. Like Ewww, Giles.”
Willow’s face grew red. “Grow up, Buffy!”
“Don’t Will me. You go on about Riley all the time. Oh Riley said this, Riley did that, Riley wears coloured condoms. Which is hey, kinda high on the pointless meter. Xander and Anya give more detail than anyone but a bed ridden pervert would want to hear, and I can’t say Rupert is a great lover!”
“The age difference.”
“Your ex had a bicentennial. Rupert at least was born in the same century as I was. And what does age really matter? We have lots in common. Magic, he likes impressionist art, so do I, he likes museums, so do I, He’s into classic rock, so am I.”
“So you can take him to concerts in his wheelchair,” snapped Buffy.
Giles belted closed his robe, left the heat register and strode to the stairs to intervene.
“Buffy. Like OK, so you’re the slayer who could compete, but Rupert could probably run me into the ground.”
“What about twenty years from now?”
“Do you really think any of us are going to live that long?”
Buffy responded like she’d been slapped, and even Giles paused on the stair.
“You can quit any time. I’m the chosen one,” snapped Buffy.
“Like hell I could quit! Dammit, Buffy, don’t you see Xander, Rupert and I are hooked? Maybe four years ago we could have walked away, but not now. How often have we helped save the world? How many people get to do that? How hooked on the adrenaline are we? How could skydiving compete with fighting the forces of darkness? We’re hooked. We matter, we make a difference. Who could give that up? We’ve lived more since you entered our lives than most people live in a whole lifetime. When you ran away from home and we went out slaying to keep the vamp population down. Part of that was we needed to. We’re all use to doing something important, to making a difference. You gave us that but there’s a price. It’s the same price you pay, only difference is we chose it. So don’t tell me how Rupert will be old and gray when I’m middle-aged. Oz was our age, look what happened to him. I could step out that door right now and get run over by a drunk, then it would be Rupert grieving. There aren’t any guarantees, Buffy, but I know I love him.”
“And I love her,” Rupert added from the base of the stairs. He was wearing the robe that matched Willow’s blue satin. He moved to her side and took her hands in his.
“I.. I... Oh God. I gotta go,” breathed Buffy.
“Buffy, really, it changes nothing between us,” explained Giles.
“You’re sleeping with my best friend and you say it changes nothing? Giles, I... I...” Buffy turned and ran from the condo.
“Should we go after her?” asked Willow.
“She needs her time and space. She will eventually come to her senses. I am more concerned with what you said. Do you truly expect to die young?”
“Rupert, I expect to live until I die, and Oz taught me that that can have a price.” She kissed him and he held her and for that moment, he knew he was truly alive.
Chapter 4 - YOU DID WHAT!
Buffy raced home. Her world was spinning, and she couldn’t believe what she’d seen and heard.
“Willow is just denying her sexuality, that’s all. Giles is convenient. She’ll wake up, realize she really wants a woman and they’ll break up,” Buffy muttered to herself.
“Buffy, honey, is that you?” called Joyce from the kitchen.
“Yeah, Mom, it’s me,” replied Buffy.
Joyce entered the living room wearing a concerned expression. “What’s the matter dear, you sound upset? Is it some horrible demon or something?”
“Mom, it’s. I can’t even say it.” Buffy slumped onto the couch and Joyce sat down beside her.
“What is it, honey.”
“Mom, it’s Willow.”
“Did she make a pass at you? You know it’s no reason to get upset. Just tell her gently but firmly you aren’t interested in being more than friends, the way you would with a boy.”
“Oh my. I see. Well dear, you have to ask yourself if it’s what you really want. I mean, it is a hard life. I love Willow and would support your decision, but I don’t think you two should rush into anything.” Joyce took Buffy’s hand and schooled her face into a mask of loving support and understanding.
“Mom. I... We... I mean... Why do you think Willow and I? I mean?”
“Oh. Buffy. I saw how jealous you got of that Tara girl. What Willow ever saw in her, I don’t know. I’m glad for Willow’s sake they broke it off. And I know how much you and Willow love each other. I always hoped it would be more of a sisterly thing, but if you want to make it physical I’ll support you. You’re my girls.”
“Mom. I’m not, I mean, Riley and I.”
“Oh... I see... Well some people have made triad relationships work. Maybe we should check the internet for support groups.”
“Mom, I’m not having sex with Willow. She’s involved with Giles.”
“Oh my. Are you sure?”
“Walked in, he was tied to the bed and she was riding the pony.”
Joyce snorted, smiled and chuckled.
“What’s so funny?”
“Oh, dear, it’s just such a relief and well, you wouldn’t know this, but the pony remark has some validity in Giles’ case. Tied to the bed. One of them’s frisky.” Joyce smiled.
“Mother, I didn’t need to hear that.”
“Oh, dear, grow up. So that little minx bagged herself Giles. No wonder I can’t meet any men my age, they keep going after teenagers. I’m glad to hear that you and she haven’t decided to drive in the left hand lane. I’d love and support you no mater what, and you could do a lot worse than Willow, but life is so much easier for heterosexuals.”
“Mom, Willow, Giles. He’s well, he’s your age.”
“And that means, young lady?”
“She’s my age.”
“So? Buffy you’re a fine girl, and as far as I know you only have one bigotry. You’re an ageist.”
“Is that even a word?”
“Don’t change the topic, you are. You go around acting like you’re the first person ever to be nineteen. Well I was nineteen once. I went to college and, Buffy, while I know you don’t like to think about it, your father and I did have sex more than once. In fact, back in the early days your dad was quite the hottie. There was this one time, it was three in the afternoon on a public beach, and...”
“Mother!” Buffy slapped her hands over her ears.
“Buffy, the point is, it’s between Giles and Willow. Although I should invite them over as a couple. It might be fun to watch Rupert squirm.” Joyce smiled wickedly.
“It won’t last. Willow just doesn’t want to be a lesbian. She’s using Giles to prove something. She’ll figure out it’s OK then she’ll find a nice girlfriend and - - -“
”Buffy, stop it. Willow will probably never have another relationship with a woman, and if she does it would more likely be a fling than anything serious. She likes boys, always has. I thought at first because you were so upset that something serious had happened, but if Willow is back with a man she’ll probably stay there.”
“How can you say that?” Buffy stared at her mother whose cheeks reddened.
“Well, it goes back to me having been twenty once and in college.”
Buffy’s jaw dropped. “You, but dad. Who?”
“Oh, Buffy, I met your father my senior year. He’s actually the reason that Carol and I broke it off. Well, part of it. She met Frank about the same time I met your father. We both decided we wanted the picket fence and kids thing.”
“Uh-huh. She had beautiful, long, black hair. I use to love running my fingers through it while she.”
“Mom. No! I can’t deal right now. God, is everyone turning into a pervert?”
“Sorry, Mom, but, I mean...”
“I was a person long before I was your mother. And here’s a shocker, Giles is a person, not just your Watcher, and Willow is a person, not just your friend. You aren’t the centre of the universe, slayer or no. You should be happy that they found each other. It’s hard being alone.”
Buffy looked at her mother who sat with downcast eyes. “I’m sorry, Mom. I’m sorry, I love you,” she comforted hugging Joyce.
Joyce trembled, took a couple of deep breaths, then sat up.
“I’m all right, Buffy. Just a bit of self-pity. Must run in the family. Willow and Giles, all I can say is I hope he can keep up with her. Hmm?”
“Is your friend Xander still dating that Anya girl?” Joyce licked her lips suggestively.
“Only kidding dear. Maybe?”
Joyce sat on her bed staring into the old photo album. In the picture a much younger version of herself stood arm in arm with a slender woman with long, ebony hair. The other woman had a wild, gypsy-like beauty that still caused a tingle in Joyce’s guts.
“Buffy said she would be out all afternoon,” Joyce whispered as she picked up the phone.
The line picked up on the forth ring and a woman’s rich alto answered. “Hello?”
“Hi, Carol, It’s Joyce.”
“Of course it’s you, silly. As if I’d ever forget your voice. How is everything? It’s been months.”
“Oh things are fine. Can you talk for a bit?”
“Sure. Frank’s off shooting eighteen again, and Jenny is out with her boyfriend. You sound down.”
“Just feeling lonely. I told you about Buffy’s friend, Willow.”
“The girl you though she might end up with. You know, Joyce, things are a lot better than when we had our time. I won’t say that it doesn’t make a difference but it’s not so bad.”
“You sound like you know of what you speak.”
“Since the car accident Frank is. Well... I told you about his problem. We still love each other and want to stay together, but I need someone. We agreed it would be easier on him if it was a woman.”
“We’re very discreet, even Jenny doesn’t know. Frank watches sometimes.”
“The things we do. About Willow, the red flags are down. She decided she likes men and get this, I told you about Giles?”
“That librarian who kinda became Buffy’s surrogate father.”
“Yup, well sweet, little Willow is apparently boffing his brains out.”
“Oh my. He must be old enough to be her father. I’m so sorry, Joyce, I know you had your eye on him.”
“Strange as it sounds, I’m OK with it. It’s just I had a talk with Buffy and that got me to thinking of old times.”
“Hmm. Old times, like our dorm room in college?”
“Yeah. This is silly but- - -“
”Next time you’re in LA drop by. Call first; I’ll make sure we have the house to ourselves.”
“I feel like such a slut but.”
“Joyce, I’m wearing a cream, wrap-around dress and a black, spaghetti-string halter. The curtains are all drawn and we’re in the house alone. Oh and I’ve let my hair grow back. I’ve been expecting you and smell of that musk you liked in college. You walk into my bedroom. What are you wearing?”
Joyce smiled and licked her lips. Closing her eyes she pictured her friend as she had described herself. “I dressed up because I know how much you like it. A black dress with a scoop neck that hints at cleavage. It comes just below the knee and I’m carrying a oversized purse, just like the one I had in college.”
“Just like the one in college?”
“This should be fun. You look absolutely delicious.”
“I’m wearing a peach flavoured lipstick.”
“I move to the door, pull you close and kiss you hello. I taste your lipstick and push my tongue into your mouth.”
Joyce undid the belt on the track pants she wore and slipped her hand inside the waistband. “I’m pressing my tongue against yours and gripping the tight little tush I remember. You feel so warm and firm and I love the way your hard little nipples press up against my breasts.”
“Hmm. You could always french neck so well. Best tongue I ever felt, for lots of things. I start rubbing your breasts through your clothes, are you wearing a bra?”
“A push up with holes cut so the nipples protrude.”
“Kinky, how about your panties?”
“Crotch-less.” Joyce pressed the button that set the phone on speaker, pulled off her shirt and tweaked her nipples through her bra.
“Stockings or pantyhose?”
“I knew I’d be visiting you, and we’d have the house to ourselves. What do you think?”
“Stockings, with garter belts. Oh Joyce, you always knew how to dress to tease.”
“Tease and please.”
The women laughed at their old college code.
“I want you, Joyce. I want to feel you touch me. I break our kiss and lead you by the hand to the edge of my bed.”
“I stop you half way by reaching around you and fondling those sweet, perky, little breasts of yours, while I nibble my way up the back of your neck.” Joyce undid the clip on her bra and threw it aside.
“Ummm. I love that. I turn in your arms and kiss you again, this time running my hand up your thigh. Are you wet for me Joyce?”
The voice on the phone had taken on a husky quality that added to Joyce’s appreciation. “Dripping. I reach around you and undo the button and zipper on your skirt.”
“It falls to the floor. I’m not wearing anything underneath it.”
“Are your legs still like I remember? Long, lean and lick-able.”
“Oh yes, Joyce, I’ve kept in shape for you, darling.”
“I want to see you, all of you.”
“I pull off my shirt. I have an all-over tan.”
“I bend and take one of your nipples into my mouth. Sucking and swirling my tongue just like you liked back in college.”
“Mmmm. That is so nice. While you do that I undo the zipper on the back of your dress and run my fingernails over your back.”
“Owww,” Joyce kicked out of her pants. “I let the dress fall to the floor and kiss you while I run my finger along your slit. Are you wet, darling?”
“Soaking wet for you, lover. Let’s go to the bed.”
“How about my under things?” asked Joyce.
“Leave them on. They’ll let me reach anything I want, and you always look so sexy in lingerie.”
“OK, I lay down on your bed.”
“I reach into my dresser and pull out a toy. Do you remember Bob and Phil?”
Joyce smiled. “I still have Bob and Phil in a box in the basement, they wore out. I replaced them though.” She reached into her dresser and pulled out two vibrators, one about eight inches long and as big around as a large egg, the other maybe four inches and as slender as her middle finger.
“So that’s what happened to them. I’m glad one of us kept the originals. I have replacements too. Anyway, I pull out Bob and Phil and turn them on.”
Joyce flicked the switches on the devices. “I pull you down on top of me and kiss you, feeling your firm, little tits press into my chest.”
“Oh, Joyce it’s been too long.”
“Far too long. I roll on top of you take Bob out of your hand and kiss my way down your neck to your nipples. I suck one nipple as I run Bob’s tip over the other, then I change places.”
“Oh yes. That is so hot.”
“Glad you like it, because now I’m kissing my way down your stomach. I run my tongue around your navel. Look at me, I’m putting Bob into my mouth getting him all nice and wet.”
“I’m wet enough for him.”
“We’ll see? I touch Bob to your clitoris.”
Over the phone Joyce heard a gasp as her friend did for herself what Joyce wished she was there to do.
“I, Oh God, Joyce, tell me what to do next. I’m going crazy here.”
“Next I bring Bob down to your hole and insert just his tip.”
“Good. Now I take Phil and wet him in my mouth.”
“And rub him over your clitoris.”
“Oh, Joyce. You’re better than ever. This is so hot.”
“I start pumping Bob slowly in and out while moving Phil in little circles and sucking those teeny, tiny titties of yours.”
“Oh Joyce. I’m, I’m, Yes, Yes, Yes,” screamed the voice over the phone.
“Liked that, did you?” purred Joyce.
“You have got to visit soon,” breathed the voice on the other end of the line. “OK. Now it’s my turn. I start by pulling Bob from my vagina and holding it up for you to lick.”
“Hmmm. You’re still so sweet. Just like honey,” remarked Joyce.
“OK, as you clean Bob I suck on those beautiful breasts of yours, first one than the other. Nipping ever so softly the way you always liked in the old days.”
“Oww. Yes, that is hot.”
“As I do this, I run my hand up your stocking covered legs and start brushing along the opening in your crotch less panties. Just pushing my finger past the outer folds. Are you dripping for me, lover?”
“You know I am,” said Joyce as she slid her own finger slowly back and forth along her vaginal slit.
“Good. I smell your sex. It’s such a turn on. I replace my finger with my tongue.”
Joyce licked her finger, moistening it. The taste of her own juices elicited hot and pleasant memories. She returned to stroking with greater pressure. “Mmmmm, Carol, I need something.”
“OK, I take Phil and stroke him ever so slowly around your anus.”
Joyce used the small vibrator to mimic the action, feeling an almost electric shock course up her spine.
“Oh, that feels.”
“Wait for it. Now I slip Bob into your vagina, nice and slow.”
“Oh, yes. Oh, Carol. Make love to me,” breathed Joyce.
“Just leave Phil pressed up against your opening and imagine me sucking that beautiful little clit of yours,” commanded Carol’s husky alto.
Joyce licked the fingers of one hand and rubbed them over her clit as she slowly worked the larger vibrator in and out with the other. Her breathing quickened then caught and she moaned as her orgasm encompassed her.
“Sounds like someone had a good time,” remarked the voice over the phone.
“Too true. Thanks, Carol.”
“My pleasure and I mean that. Look, I would love it if you did drop by. It’s not really cheating since Frank knows and doesn’t mind.”
“I’ll be in LA next month on a purchasing trip.”
“I’ll be here with the shower massage ready to go.”
“Do you ever wonder if we did the right thing? I mean you and I.”
“Never. Frank has been wonderful and I just can’t picture my life without a man. You?”
“Not really. I mean the whole divorce thing was pretty bad but the years before that. No, I wouldn’t have traded them. Of course if we’d both had a thing for Frank maybe we could have had the best of both worlds.”
“To many complications. Frank would have died of a heart attack years ago.”
Joyce laughed. “Next month for sure. Carol, thanks.”
“Keep smiling, Kitcat, someone still loves you. I better sign off. I need to shower and get dinner on.”
Joyce smiled at the use of the old pet name. “Me to. I love you too, Flipper. Bye.”
The dial tone filled the room until she replaced the hand set in its cradle.
Joyce smiled to herself. “Maybe it is too bad Buffy and Willow never fooled around. You never know when a special friend can come in handy.”
Chapter 5 - Telling Xander.
Xander stood naked in the half light cast by the candles, the phone cradled against his shoulder.
“Yes, Buffy, I understand. Seven at Giles’. Why can’t you just tell me?” His eyes focussed on the slender form of Anya laying face down and naked on his bed.
“It’s just really important. Willow needs an intervention. I’ll tell you everything tonight.”
“Xander, I’m waiting,” demanded a voice from the bed.
“Gotta go, Buff. See you at seven.” Xander hung up the phone, then pulled the jack from the wall.
“No more interruptions,” he said with a quirky smile as he moved to the bedside.
“Good. You promised.” Anya’s tone was an odd mix of demand and petulant whine.
Reaching to the night-stand Xander pulled out the bottle of oil that was warming in a fondue pot and squeezed a generous portion onto his hands.
“I always keep my promises.” Starting with her toes he began rubbing the oil into her skin. Stroking over her tan hairless legs. Kneading the muscles. He gripped each toe slowly, drawing his oiled fingers along its length like it was a miniature penis and he was masturbating it.
“Dreamy,” commented Anya, as the tension was gently rubbed out of her legs.
Reaching her upper thigh Xander allowed one finger to travel the length of her slit, eliciting a small gasp before he went back and started the process with the other foot.
“I’m going to rub you until you’re so relaxed you can’t move. I want every muscle loose,” he breathed as he worked the second leg.
“Every muscle?” She sighed as a knot released.
“Every muscle. We have all afternoon. I’m in no rush.”
Xander had reached the top of her second thigh and once more allowed his finger to travel the length of her slit. He began working the muscles of her buttocks, allowing his thumb to trail down her crack and massage her anus.
“Forget it, Xander,” ordered Anya.
“Forgotten,” yipped Xander, who moved his thumb. Retrieving the oil he squirted it over her back and began working the muscles along her spine. His erection grew as he touched her becoming so aware of the lithe body in front of him. He straddled her legs, laying his penis along her anal cleft as he rubbed her shoulders. He felt the tension drain away under his hands, even as the motion caused his penis to slide against her well oiled buns, stimulating him. He rubbed her neck then stood.
“Xander, don’t go,” she pleaded.
“Not going anywhere.” He picked up her left arm and brought the fingers to his mouth, sucking them one by one, scraping his teeth along their length as he pulled them out. Then he began massaging the hand, moving on to the arm. His penis wilted, leaving a drop of pre-ejaculate at the head. He finished with the left arm but before he could change positions Anya licked out with her tongue removing the fluid from his organ.
Xander jumped. “Keep that up, I’ll never finish the massage.”
“Hate to waste it. So happy we were both negative. Sex is better, and we don’t have to worry about that whole dying thing.”
Xander only half listened to the words as he moved to her other arm and began sucking her fingers.
Minutes later Anya lay on her back and Xander worked the front of her legs. Reaching around her knees he caressed the sensitive spot on their undersides. Moving up he let a dribble of hot oil fall onto her clitoris. He massaged it in with his thumb, while his free hand spread the oil he’d dribbled over her breasts.
“Xander, keep that up and I won’t need you.”
He moved both hands to her tight, flat abdomen. The muscles were clearly defined under his fingers as he traced each one, then moved on to her breasts. Grasping each nipple between forefinger and thumb he tugged them gently, allowing his fingers to slip up and down along their lengths.
“Fuck me, Xander. Fuck me,” cried Anya. Her well oiled skin glistened in the candlelight and her rose coloured nipples stood out like eraser ends from the peaks of her breasts.
Xander moved the massage to the front of her neck but positioned his forearms so they brushed her nipples and his knee so it ground into her groin.
“Haaa, Xander, now.” Anya was trapped between an incredible sexual heat and a relaxed lassitude. She tried to move her arm to grab the man who had taught her that even a good and noble heart can make mistakes and force him to give her release, but it was too much effort.
Xander smiled down at her and lowered his mouth to her nipple. As he sucked it, he parted her vaginal folds with his fingers. The mix of the oil and her own lubrication was like reaching into warm water. He entered her with one finger, then two, then three, all the time circling her clit with his thumb.
“Ohh, Xander. Now!”
Xander grinned and, letting the nipple fall from his lips, kissed her as he positioned himself and slid in.
The looseness of her was a pleasant change as he pulled slowly out until only the tip of his penis remained within her. Sitting on his haunches, he lifted her legs and placed them against his shoulders then reached around, rubbing her clitoris as he pressed back into her depths.
“Xander, Oh, Xander, Oh, Xanderrrrrrrrrr.” He pushed into her and nibbled the flesh of her ankle. What little tension she had left her and Anya went completely limp. “No, No. Too much,” she breathed as he tried to move.
“Satisfaction guaranteed.” Xander pulled out and lay beside her.
Anya closed her eyes and wiggled on the bed. “You could do that professionally.”
“Umm, we just got rid of condoms and there are laws.”
“Not the sex. That’s mine, no one else can have that. The massage you could do.”
“Maybe. Speaking of which.”
Anya smiled, opened her eyes and reached for the massage oil. “A rub down for a rubdown.” She lubricated her palm then gripped Xander’s rigid penis, smearing oil against the circumcised head, before stroking it down the shaft.
Xander lay back on the bed enjoying the sensation. Anya lightly gripped him, slipping her hand slowly up and down his length. Collecting oil off her own body she brought her index finger against his anus and teased it.
“Oh, God yes,” he breathed. Slowly Anya pushed a finger into him, curving it so it touched the sensitive spot she had discovered the first time they tried this.
“Haaa. Oh... Haaa hu. hu, hu,”
She looked at Xander. His face was sweat drenched and the muscles of his abdomen seemed to contract and release with a mind of their own. His hands held the sheets in a death grip. With a smile she added another finger to her penetration and licked around his navel.
“Arrrrrrrg.” Xander cried out and his seed shot skyward. Anya threw her mouth over his penis, collecting most of the ejaculate. When he was finished she moved up his body and kissed him, tongues intertwining, sharing his sperm with him.
“Anya, you’ve ruined me for anyone else,” observed Xander.
“Thousands of years of practice will do that for you.” She got up to wash her hand. Xander watched her, wishing he wasn’t so spent. Using his index finger he scooped the first shot of seminal fluid that had escaped her off his stomach and popped it into his mouth.
“Should I worry?” Anya returned to the bed.
“You like being entered, you like the taste of your own juice. Am I gonna walk in one day and find you face down with Riley giving you the time of your life?”
“Not a chance. Hey maybe I do like those things but men, No way. Don’t look good, smell bad. I’m all for women.”
“Better be all for Wyman, Xander. I don’t share.”
“You got it. Why’d you say Riley? He and Buffy...”
“I’ve watched people for a long time. You get a feeling for these things.”
Xander and Anya walked to Giles’ door hand in hand.
“You should have asked,” griped Anya.
“I did, she wouldn’t tell me.”
“I would have asked?”
“Buffy- - - .”
“Buffy, Buffy, Buffy! Can we talk about something other than Buffy?” Anya angrily hit the doorbell.
“Fine. Well, she said it was something about Willow.”
“Willow, Willow, Willow! I’m so sick about hearing about Willow.”
“They are our friends.”
Giles opened the door. His hair was mussed and his clothing dishevelled.
“The only reason you go on about Willow so much is you think you could get us both in bed at the same time.”
“Anya, Xander, what? To what do I owe this visit? And, Anya, if you think Willow is of a mixed stripe, you do not know her as well as you might believe.”
“Buffy told us to come here. Said Willow needed an intervention thing but was short on the details,” said Xander.
“Oh, I see. Well perhaps you should come in, as it seems to be inevitable.” Giles stepped aside and motioned them into the room just as Willow emerged from the downstairs bathroom. The fuzzy sweater she wore was on backwards and her hair had been hastily combed.
“Hi, Will. What’s the hap?” asked Xander.
“Hi,” she replied in a small voice.
“Love the backwards look. Very rushed,” observed Anya.
“Honey, that’s one of those things that...” began Xander.
“So everyone’s here,” interrupted Buffy’s voice from the doorway.
“Buffy?” gasped Willow.
“Umm, Yes, well you see, it seams that Buffy has taken it upon herself to.” Giles began, pulling a handkerchief from his pocket he nervously cleaned his glasses.
“Someone has to talk some sense into you two. So do you want to tell them or do I?” interrupted Buffy.
Willow’s face went crimson with a mix of embarrassment and rage. “How dare you? This isn’t any of your business, Buffy.”
“Hey guys, what’s the what?” asked Xander, as he stepped out of the line of fire between the slayer and the witch.
“Go ahead, tell him. You’re so, there’s nothing wrong with it,” challenged Buffy.
“Hey, Will, if it’s the lesbian thing, I’m cool with it. I mean, like maybe you should experiment with guys a bit more before making it a firm life choice thing, but what’s the diff to me?” soothed Xander
“And he says I’m obtuse,” grumbled Anya, as she took in Giles and Willow’s appearance once more.
“What?” objected Xander.
“What the hell happened? Did Tara take out an ad in the school newspaper and not tell me? I am not a lesbian!” stormed Willow.
“She made a pass at me and said all three of us could play,” explained Anya.
“You too,” remarked Buffy. “What a little - - -.”
“Excuse me, still need the 411 here. Maybe I’m dense but - - -.”
“Xander, I love you, so shut up,” ordered Anya.
“OK, Will, you do it or I will,” threatened Buffy.
“I... er... well... that is... I mean. Buffy, how could you?” snapped Willow.
“Yes, really, Buffy, this is far outside the realm of reason,” added Giles.
“OK, here goes. Our sweet little Willow here and our big protective watcher have been having the sex for I don’t know how long. We probably interrupted them right in the middle,” growled Buffy.
“Oh, sorry. We can come back later if you like. Say twenty minutes, or do you need more time?” offered Anya.
Xander stared from Willow to Giles and back again.
“So, Xander, you tell them what you think. This is wrong, just plain wrong. He’s old enough to be her father. I mean really. Go on, Xander, tell them,” said Buffy.
Xander closed his mouth walked up to Giles and grasped his hand shaking it furiously. “Way to go G-man. You are now officially my hero.”
Giles looked shocked before replying. “Why, thank you, Xander.”
“Xander! How can you say that?” Buffy stood threateningly close to him.
“Geez, Buff, think about it. One day, if I stay lucky, I’ll be Giles’ age and if he can get a super-cute, college-age redhead, it means there’s hope for us all.”
“Hey,” objected Anya.
“I mean of course if you aren’t around, sweetheart. Why would I ever trade you, you’re- - - “
”Yeah, whatever. We’ll talk later.”
Xander cringed at her tone.
Anya moved to face Willow. “I think it’s great. Older guys are more docile and obedient and generally so happy to get a young girl they don’t cheat. Plus they die and leave you everything while you’re still young enough to appreciate a younger lover. We’ll talk later.” Turning she stood right in front of Giles. “Congratulations, I’m happy for you. You hurt her and I won’t need my demon powers to cut your dick off, fry it while you watch and make you eat it! Understand?”
Giles swallowed and stared into Anya’s smiling face. “Quite.”
“Good. I’m so glad you two finally figured out you were made for each other.”
“You’re all crazy,” blurted Buffy.
“Buff, let it go. Rupert and I are... well... we’re a couple. We love each other. You said you could accept the whole Tara thing and she was bad for me. Very bad. Rupert is great. Can’t you just accept us?” Willow moved to grip Buffy’s arm.
“I’m going on patrol. I need to kill something!” Buffy stormed out the door.
“Girl has a big bug up it,” remarked Xander.
Willow moved to Rupert’s side, and he slipped a comforting arm around her.
“That stuff you said about a cute redhead, thank you Xander,” said Willow.
“Meant every word. I was an idiot in high school. If I knew then what I know now. Be good to her, Giles.”
“So do you want us to go so you two can.” Anya made a ring of the fingers on one hand and pushed a finger into it.
Willow snorted and snuggled into Rupert’s side, he smiled at her and answered. “I think not, the evening is young. Xander you know where I keep the snack foods. Willow and I were just about to watch a video.”
“Maybe not just about, but we have one rented,” Willow remarked with a twinkle in her eye.
“Sounds great,” replied Xander.
“Good, well then, if you will excuse us long enough to straighten up a bit.”
“Yeah, the whole inside out thing went out of fashion so long ago Giles might have worn it,” observed Anya.
“Funny,” remarked Giles dryly. He and Willow went upstairs to fix their clothes.
Giles stepped into his condo after taking Willow home. Anya was asleep on the couch and Xander sat in an armchair watching the T.V. with the sound turned off.
“Thank you for waiting,” remarked Giles.
“No prob. Buffy is ballistic about you and Will.”
“As I feared you might be.”
“G-man, I love Willow, don’t get me wrong. Sure we had that thing in high-school, but it’s not really that kind of love.”
“I understand. She is more than a sister to you, but it is a similar kind of affection.” Giles took a seat in the other easy chair.
“Exactly. I’ve watched her cry, be alone, then she had Oz. I figured, hey good thing. Then all that crashed and burned and that Tara thing showed up. God, all I can say is Will must have been hurt even worse than I figured to rebound into that. I never told Anya, but she offered to do a three way with us, to me.”
“She did seem to have issues regarding personal relationships.”
“She was a skanky leech hidden under a shy girl act. Anyway that ended. Willow’s been at loose ends too long. Oz only saw her good side, Tara saw a meal ticket. You, I figure you’ll see Willow. Not just the good parts, not just the bad, or what she can do for you, but the whole package. Will needs someone to love that whole package.”
“Xander, sometimes you are wise beyond your years.”
“Everyone gets lucky. Look, sorry we interrupted your evening.”
“Willow and I will have many evenings. Tonight it meant much more just to be accepted by the people we both care about.”
“Buffy will come around. She’s just itchy because Riley’s still in Iowa.”
“If only that were all of it. I’m going to bed. Feel free to spend the night, if you do not wish to wake Anya, you know where everything is.”
“Thanks G-man. Dream of her for me.”
“A simple request. It’s hard for me not to.”
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