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Rebound

By: dare_ya



My first week in university, and everything was looking great. I was in a great school, had a decent job, and a great girlfriend. Well, as the old song goes, "two out of three ain't bad." I didn't know it at the time, but I was about to find out the meaning of that one. I had a great frosh week and I was proud that I was surrounded by all these hot girls and I kept faithful to my girlfriend. Then I got home Sunday night, and got a late night phone call saying "we need to talk." Oh no, the four most crushing words ever uttered by anyone! Well, we talked and I was nicely dumped. I wasn't sure if I was more pissed off that I got dumped, or that I had all these hot women around me for a whole week and didn't do anything.

So my second week at school consisted of me going to classes, feeling generally pissed off at being dumped, and going downtown every night to finish off the run of a play I was doing. Thankfully I had decided not to put up with downtown traffic, and was taking transit back and forth. So, after one performance, I packed up my gear and started the boring journey back up the subway line. I got to the end of the line, and waited for my bus to get there when I heard a voice. "When do you think the next bus will get here?" I said I wasn't sure, and turned around to look at who was asking. My eyes were rewarded with a hot brunette, with long hair, about 5'7, and definitely well endowed.

We spent the bus ride back to campus talking. At first about nothing much, then she broke through the small talk. 

"I can tell you something about me you probably didn't know."

"Oh, what's that?"

"I have a girlfriend."

"Oh. Wow..."

Well, that got the conversation rolling. I asked her about having a girlfriend, and what that meant. Of course I slipped in the mandatory "can I watch?" comment. But of course we both laughed that one off. I told her about my now ex-girlfriend, and how we had talked about bisexual fantasies. And about getting dumped. We continued to talk for the rest of the bus ride, and as we walked onto campus. It was getting chilly just standing outside her residence building, so I suggested we adjourn to a warmer place. So she invited me up to her room.

She lead me through the veritable maze of the building until we finally reached her room. She showed me in, and over to her side of the double room she shared. Thankfully it was pub night, and her roommate would be gone and drunk for the majority of the evening. She offered me a beer, and we sat down to talk some more. I asked her about being bi, and if this restricted her from seeing people of the opposite sex. She told me that her girlfriend was gay, but she still enjoyed both sides of the field. At that moment we were rudely interrupted by a knock at the door. A guy who introduced himself as the floor monitor walked in and started chatting with us for a bit - oblivious the not so subtle hints I was passing along for him to leave. Finally, a "bye rob" seemed to do the trick.

Well, I figured I had wasted enough time, and leaned in to kiss her. She kissed back and our tongues began probing each other's mouths. We leaned back on the bed, with her on top. My hands were starting to find their way under her shirt to her bra strap. Thankfully, I had done this before, so with relative ease I managed the get the thing unhooked. I removed her shirt, and bra, and rolled around so that I was on top. This allowed me a lovely view of what had to be 36 D breasts (and they were natural). My kisses moved down from her lips, over her chin and down to her neck. I kissed her neck as I cupped and caressed the globes in front of me. I moved my kissing down further, and brought my lips down to her hard red nipples. I lightly flicked each with my tongue before taking it in my mouth. I savoured each nipple, rolling it around between my teeth and tongue.

As I was servicing her top half, she managed to get my shirt off, and brought me back up to return the favour. We continued to kiss wildly when the door opened and her roommate walked in.

All we heard was the door opening, and we clutched each other tight, comically trying to hide. The door opened, we heard an "Oh my god, I'm soo sorry!" and the door promptly slammed shut. After fits of laughter, we resumed our previous course. My hands had moved to her jeans, and I was rubbing at her pussy from over top the jeans. She started to writhe in my hands with pleasure as a slow moan escaped her lips. I turned her over again, and proceeded to kiss downward from her breasts, below her bellybutton. I undid the button on her jeans, and pulled the zipped down as I slid them down off her legs and off the bed. I moved my mouth down to her panties which, the wetness showing her arousal. I opened my mouth over her crotch, and ran my teeth over her panties, watching her pant with anticipation. I gripped at the band of her panties and slid them down as well.

Well, she was a natural brunette. Not wanting to get her off so easily I spread her legs, and started kissing up and down her things, licking as I went. Finally, I brought my mouth up to the warm, wet area dead ahead. I brought my lips down, and let my tongue drop onto her pussy as I closed my mouth on her lower lips. I heard a sharp gasp and a moan that let me know I was doing something right. I continued to lick up and down the slit in front of me, letting my tongue push in between. I moved my hands down, and stuck one of my fingers in her pussy - another gasp. I started to feel inside of her, rubbing against her G-spot with my finger, and rubbing her clit with my thumb. I continued to lick with abandon as she started to spasm on the bed. She grabbed a pillow and pushed it onto her mouth to prevent her moaning from waking up her neighbours. Finally, she arched her back, and mashed her pussy into my mouth and hand, before slowly sinking back into the bed.

I moved back up her body, kissing along the way, and planted a deep kiss on her lips. We embraced for a few moments, when she turned me on to my back. "My turn" she said, with a devilish look in her eyes. Well, I found out that this girl was a bit less subtle that I as she made a grab for my pants, and almost tore them off my legs. She lunged for my cock, which was by this time rock hard, and more than ready to go. She started pumping my shaft with her hand, and sucking and licking the head. Well, I guess all that work with her tongue really paid off, because I was in near heaven. I must really start meeting more bi chicks, I thought to myself. She was working her tongue around the underside of my cock head, applying just a bit of suction. Well, I didn't last to much longer with all that going on. She could feel me tense up as my orgasm was about to explode out of me. Rather that move away, she took my cock deeper into her mouth! Geez...my ex would never have done that. I came like a rocket into her mouth, and she kept on sucking, and licking, swallowing every last drop from my cock. I was ready to die a happy man.

She crawled back up the bed, and we exchanged another deep kiss. We held each other for a small while and then got dressed. Timing was good because her roommate came back in as I was adjusting my belt. I guess she couldn't wait any longer to get to bed. So the voice from the bust station and I said goodbye. I was leaving her room, when she said "I guess you want my name and number or something now." She scrawled something on a piece of paper, and kissed me goodnight. I left her building and went into my car. I was just about to leave when I took a look at the piece of paper in my hand. "Lisa - 555-2445" I'll keep this handy, I though, as I drove for home.

Rebound



It's not what you think, honestly, 'she' doesn't look anything like her, I mean look at her hair, it's not nearly as curly. No, it's completely different, the color is different too, I mean, this one... what's her name, Kathleen, yes Kathleen, well Kathleen has auburn hair.

Well of course it's different, 'she' had strawberry blonde. Okay, okay a dark shade of strawberry blonde, but nowhere near as dark as Kathleen's. See, when I look at it in my hand, it's much darker, a dark auburn I'd say, almost a reddish brown.

Even if their hair is similar, they look completely different, why look at their breasts, admittedly both have nice breasts, but completely different. See Kathleen there, yeah, easily a C cup, maybe even a D, I mean they are big and nice.

No, 'she' was smaller, a bit firmer, but definitely smaller. Not a B cup, but certainly a small C, nothing like Kathleen. When 'she' wore a bra 'she' always adjusted it tight and it was roomy. Kathleen... it was like she was about to bust out, yeah, that big.

I hear what you're saying and that's exactly what I am doing. Stop with the clichés already, that's exactly what I am doing, hooking up with someone completely different. That's what I'm doing with Kathleen, I've hooked up with someone completely different and I'm getting laid. Yeah, yeah, nothing like a little strange to forget. I mean if 'she' was so good I'd never be able to do this so quickly after she dumped me.

Well, no, I haven't exactly been laid yet. Kathleen and I've fooled around some, at the bars and once in a taxi. Of course I've seen her tits, how would I have been able to tell you about them if I hadn't seen them? Not naked, not entirely, but in the cab, I had a hold of them, both of them cupped in my hands. I rubbed my face over them, the nipples poked through her blouse and felt so firm on my face.

I've been with Kathleen just over a month now and... and... I know what you're thinking, it's just that I decided to take it slow. Yes, she wanted to take it slow, but I was in complete agreement. Cut that "jumping back up on the horse" bullshit, that's exactly what I am doing, I'm just taking my time at it.

Clothes? Clothes? How can you ask that? They don't dress anything alike. Yeah, okay, they both wear jeans a lot, and both look good in a tight blouse, it's the tits you know, they just seem to look so good in a tight blouse.

Don't say it, don't you say it... I am not dating the same person. Look, yeah 'she' didn't put out right away, but Kathleen is completely different, we both agreed we'd take it slow. Of course Kathleen has... well she did, through my pants. No it wasn't an accident. Yeah, the other night, after the cab ride, the one where I held her breasts and rubbed my face against them, well, we get to her apartment and I come inside for a drink. We sit on the couch and begin kissing.

Kathleen kisses good, she has these pouty big lips... no it's completely different, Kathleen's are much bigger. Anyway, we get really hot and heavy, our tongues darting in and out of each other's mouths, real wet and sloppy. While we're kissing, my hands are all over her breasts, squeezing them. I let my hand slide down between her legs and she began pushing on me, dry humping my arm.

After a few minutes of this she moans and arches her back, grabbing me and holding me tight. Her breathing calms in a bit and she reaches her hand and takes a hold of me. Holding my shaft, she begins to stroke it slowly up and down.

Now it's been a while since anyone had done that to me... yeah, 'she' was the last one to hold me like that. It was feeling good, so good that before I could do anything else, I started coming, right there in my pants. Yeah, just like in high school, anyway I rush into the bathroom and clean up.

So here I am, grabbing a nightcap before heading home, hoping nobody notices the large wet stain in my pants... no, no you don't need to look. Hell, it's dry by now. Mark my words... after what happened tonight, our next date's gonna be the one. I just know she's gonna put out.

Which she? Kathleen, not the other 'she'. When I said she, I meant Kathleen, not 'she' and no, I am not dating the same person. They are so different I just can't understand why you even mention it.

Auburn, Kathleen's hair is auburn... a dark red, much darker than... than... No, I told you what happened, so I didn't see anything. So no, I don't know if it is truly auburn.

Yeah, yeah, on our next date for sure. Okay, you'll be the first to know and if it's not as dark as the hair on her head I'll but the drinks. You satisfied? 



Rebound



Many thanks to Angeline for proofreading and helping me edit this wonderful story and to -phreak and Mythical_ for their comments on the rough version. I hope everyone enjoys this. It's the first story I've managed to finish in over three years. Please read, enjoy and vote.

Thank you.

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Kayley Jeffers was, for all intents and purposes, just your average American girl from a nice suburban town trying to make it through those rough young adult years in much the same way as any number of her peers. Namely she experimented with sex, drugs and alcohol while trying to hold down a job that at least paid the rent and her phone bill, kept her in decent clothes and allowed her car to remain legal and running well enough to get by. That way she wouldn't have to rely on her Mom and Dad anymore than necessary.

She was what she, and several more forward people, liked to call "cute." She was fairly short, and fairly skinny, but not quite skin and bones. She had a little bit of tummy and enough fat on her bottom that she constantly caught guys (and a fair share of girls) casting an approving glance her way. Her breasts were hardly spectacular, but they were more than adequate. Nice and perky, as a former boyfriend used to say.

She generally kept her black hair close to shoulder length, but generally tied it up in a short ponytail or whatever suited her mood. Her attire would generally be considered something like casual punk in the sense that she preferred her pink chucks to high heels and well-worn, nice-fitting jeans and a band t-shirt to a skirt or some sorority girl type outfit., but she was hardly a hipster. Cute and relaxed was good enough for her.

At the tender young age of 20 (almost 21) she was doing well so far, though not necessarily in the way she'd always imagined. She wasn't going to college trying to earn a degree in education like she'd always dreamed, but she was enrolled in the local community college, and she was slowly but surely earning a degree in accounting. She hoped that at the very least this would mean steady pay whenever she managed to finish her studies. She was taking some programming classes as back up, just in case.

She had a decent (if not wholly respectable) job working a solid 40 hours or so a week for a whopping 8 bucks an hour at the Short Stop, a local gas station/convenience/liquor store. Her job was slow enough that she could bring her homework and work on it between watching the pumps, stocking the cooler and talking with customers and Sara, her roommate and usual co-conspirator at slacking off at work and so much more.

But let's not get ahead of ourselves.

Kayley was pretty damned happy with the direction of her life. It was hardly perfect, but, really, what is?

A few months ago, however, Kayley Jeffers was hardly what you'd call happy. In fact, she was miserable and it just seemed to get worse and worse.

She lived in a dump with an asshole boyfriend who drank, smoked weed, snorted coke and was more often than not gone "working" or "staying at a friend's house" or whatever new excuse he could manufacture to cover up the fact that he was fucking around on Kayley, and spending as much of her hard earned money as possible in the process. When he was doing any of that, he was generally thinking up new ways to belittle her in front of friends and family, all while expecting her to still fuck him, feed him and keep him in clean clothes and all the other "girl shit" as he liked to call anything that actually required effort

In short, he was the very epitome of a bad boyfriend. Why she stayed with him was honestly beyond even her. Every day she woke up next to his smell and promised herself she'd move out, get her own place and be an independent person, strong and powerful, but of course, she never did for various reasons some sound in their own way, but mostly the sad excuses of someone too scared to realize how shitty her situation really was.

About the only thing left that was any good in any way was the sex, but, honestly, that was so rare at this point that it was almost a non-issue. It also wasn't really all that good anymore, either. Just long and rough. No softness, no concentration, no feeling. She rarely came anymore unless she fingered herself while he fucked her.

Early on in their relationship it had been very different. Back then, a whole six months ago, Andy had actually cared. Now, though Kayley hated to admit it, he quite simply did not.

The what and the why behind the change were beyond her. All she knew was that it hurt to even think about it, so she didn't. At least she tried not to anyway. The weed and what other drugs she could keep and hide from Andy helped a little. 

Not much, but a little.

Luckily she at least had a decent job. Lot's of tips and hours long enough to keep her out of the house and away from her broken, dying relationship made up for the fact that her boss was a complete ass who staffed the place with cute, young girls like her for two reasons: first, he could push them around and second, if they ever bitched about him taking their tips for imaginary offenses, changing their shifts on a whim and rarely saying anything until the very last possible minute or just being a general ass, they could be easily replaced by the next piece of moderately intelligent eye candy that walked through the door asking for an application. Also, in a small college town like Leslie moderately intelligent eye candy was a dime a dozen.

That was actually how Kayley got the job in the first place. In fact, she didn't have to fill out an application. Paul, the asshole in question, just looked her up in down, asked if she was legal to serve alcohol, (she was), if she had any experience (she did, kind of: she'd bussed tables for a couple of months the previous summer) and if she wouldn't mind starting tomorrow (she didn't).

He had then told her to wait a second while he went into the kitchen. About a minute later she heard what sounded like a plate hitting something metal and shattering quickly followed by the sounds of a man and a girl screaming at each other for a minute before a girl maybe a little older, maybe a little younger than Kayley's 20 years, but not by much either way walked quickly from the kitchen muttering curses and wiping tears and mascara from her face before screaming "Fuck you, Paul! You fucking faggot asshole piece of shit" then slamming the door shut behind her so hard she actually cracked the glass.

After all that a smiling Paul calmly walked out of the kitchen told her to bring her identification and whatnot in the next day at noon and they'd start her training. A month of being broke and living off money she'd borrowed from her father and hid from Andy had ended. That was more than enough to make her forget all about the bizarre, almost surreal scene she'd just witnessed and just happy to finally have a job.

It didn't last long. In fact it took less than a week for Kayley to realize that what she had witnessed really should've been a sign that this wasn't the job for her. A night after that, however, she worked her first weekend shift and made more money in tips then she'd ever made in a week at any other job in her life and she endeavored to endure as best she could.

It wasn't easy, but she managed to last a solid five months in hell before the Sunday night that helped send her down a path she never imagined. After five months of near perfect work (a dropped plate here, a drink ordering mix-up there¾nothing big at all, really), she managed to mess up one entree for a three-top of a bad tippers who just happened to be made up of Paul's best friends from college.

It was so minor she barely allowed it to register in her brain as she quickly apologized and tried to make it right by comping the meal and even getting them a free round of drinks which she knew would be taken out of her tip for the night, but whatever it was a good night, no big deal and all three of them seemed more than happy to accept as an apology and even left her a pretty decent tip before they paid up and left.

She was so sure everything was cool that she even smiled as she watched them stop and have a word with Paul as he helped out at the bar while Linda took a smoke break. She didn't see the frown cross his face a second later because she was busy taking the order and politely listening to the jokes and weak attempts at flirting of a five-top of single guys who simply reeked of nerd. 

She noticed that frown five minutes later when Paul caught her and another girl, Kinsey or something, in the kitchen and told a very pissed off Kinsey to take over Kayley's section for a minute so they could talk in the office. Kayley barely got "What the fuck, Paul," out of her mouth before she was stunned silent by Paul telling her simply to clock out and go home, because she was fired. Her services would no longer be required. 

There was 15 good minutes of yelling and cursing followed by Kayley throwing someone's Cobb salad at Paul's head while he ducked back into the office before the fry cook and one of the waiters managed to get in between them and shuffled Kayley out the door before Paul called the cops. There was a little more yelling after that before they finally got Kayley into her car and on her way home.

When she reached home she sat in the car crying for a couple more minutes before gaining enough control to realize she was being ridiculous. She made a half-assed attempt to clean her face of teary mascara streaks with a tissue before getting out of her car hoping to God her boyfriend was home alone so she could just smoke a joint, cry on his shoulder, go to bed maybe after some angry sex and put the night behind her.

She didn't have much luck with that. As usual Andy was gone. No note, no anything. She tried calling him, but as usual she only got his voicemail. She refrained from leaving a voice mail knowing that would result in nothing. She'd learned a long time ago that if he didn't answer his phone there was a reason and it was never good.

Instead she just through her phone on the couch and went to get the smoke tray from the bedroom closet, grab the bottle of Ambien from the bathroom cupboard and the bottle of tequila from the freezer and drugged herself into a coma on the couch hoping to forget the last few hours and wake up to a better day 12 hours later.

She woke up the next morning around 11:58 still alone and incredibly groggy. She made an educated guess that Andy never came home, but the unmade bed and the reappearance of the smoke tray (minus half the weed) in the closet told her differently. Again no note, no message on her phone, no anything to inform her of his whereabouts. She would've been pissed if she cared, but frankly she just couldn't be bothered at the that particular moment in time.

She knew his schedule. Monday was not one of his days to work. Ever. He was either out using her drugs to make friends with some other jackass loser or using her drugs to score himself some pussy on the side. Whatever. Fuck him.

Kayley just rolled herself another joint, smoked it and spent the rest of the day moping about the house ignoring her phone while she felt sorry for herself until Andy wandered in around seven and asked her bluntly "What the fuck are you doing here? Aren't supposed to be at work?"

That comment led to a half hour fight about how she could stupid enough to get fired and where the fuck Andy had been all day that ended when Andy called her a paranoid fucking cunt and stormed out the door only to reappear two hours later once he realized he had nowhere else to go. 

Not that he said that, of course. No, he was all false apologies and lovey dovey horse shit. And of course Kayley let him back in and they had sub-par session of emotionless make-up sex and they pretended that everything was okay for a couple more days.

Well, not quite that long, really. The cycle kept getting shorter and shorter. By the next morning he was already back to his old ways of not coming home until he felt like it and not answering his phone until the same. 

Sometimes she wondered why she didn't just go back home, swallow her pride and tell her mom she was right and it was a mistake, Andy was no good, she should've stayed in school, et cetera. The thought of her mother gloating and treating her like a twelve-year-old for the rest of her natural born life was usually more than enough to quiet those thoughts.

Not that she had any allusions that this was anything close to a permanent situation. Far from it. That was actually what disappointed her the most about losing her job. She had just reached the point where she could seriously consider kicking Andy out without going broke and starving just trying to make rent. She'd even been out looking at apartments for herself lately thinking maybe she could just pack her stuff while Andy was working and disappear into the night. 

Whatever worked. She really didn't care. She just wanted it to be over at some point one way or another. The repetitive nature of the fight, fuck, ignore each other ending phase of the relationship was wearing her thin. It simply had to end one way or another and soon or she'd simply snap. 

Over the next few days the feelings were strongly reinforced by Andy's complete lack of sympathy for her plight. His only concern was for the sudden lack of money for smoke and coke. Everything else meant nothing to him. She eventually had to hide her bank card from him and think of some new places to stash her drugs so he wouldn't rob her blind while she looked for work.

Luckily that didn't take long. Sadly, it wasn't exactly what she was hoping for. At least not at the time.

She'd actually only put in an application at the Short Stop on a whim, kind of as a safety in case she couldn't get another job as a waitress. As it turned out it was the only application she that got even a nibble on a job. 

Of the 10 restaurants she'd applied to absolutely none of them were hiring for anything but cook or dishwasher, and while she was hardly vain she couldn't imagine herself doing either. One was just way to stressful, and dishwashing? That simply was not going to happen as long as she had a single shred of her self respect still intact. Even being a clerk at crappy convenience store was better than coming home wet and disgusting smelling like grease and old food while getting paid minimum wage and being treated like shit by everyone else who worked there.

Still, working at convenience store was not exactly what she was hoping for either, but the owner seemed nice enough. Her interview was more a friendly meeting to get to know her than a job interview. Mr. Reyes was a nice, goofy old dude with a bright and calming demeanor who seemed more concerned with why Kayley wasn't smiling than by her lack of references and experience in the party store biz. He even managed to make her laugh with his casual, non-flirtatious charm. She hadn't laughed sober in months.

In less than 15 minutes found herself going home with a smile and a job. Simple as that. She started next week on Monday, 3:30pm. She didn't even have to take a piss test. At worst it would be a decent source of rent and smoke money until she could get something better.

She was actually quite happy about the whole thing and was all set to share her joy with Andy when she pulled in the driveway of their place and saw his car very much not there and the smile left her mind. The bastard had ditched her. Again.

The night before, in a pretty uncharacteristic act of kindness, Andy had actually apologized for his overall lack of sympathy and selfish attitude since Kayley had lost her job and had promised, again contrary to his recent attitude towards her and their shaky relationship, that after her interview he was going to take her out to dinner and then have a quiet evening at home getting fucked up and fucking like rabbits in heat. 

Something inside her at the time had told her it was all bullshit. After all, it came right after a long argument about his decision to "spend the night at a friends house" the night before, but frankly she had been tired and at that point they'd been yelling at each other for nearly two hours, so she gave in. 

Then they had fucked and for the first time in a couple months the bastard had actually done more than just use her as a wet hole to blow his load in. It was amazing. It had actually reminded her of why they first got together. It was almost enough to make her forget why she often wished he'd just go away.

She tried not to freak out right away and instead grabbed her cell and called him. When it kicked right to his voicemail she quickly slammed her phone shut, cursed under her breath and then slowly made her way out of her car and into their apartment. Over the next two hours she called him three times and never got even a single ring from his phone. Just three straight kicks to voice mail. After that she gave up.

An hour later she was adrift in a deep, narcotic sleep. It was only seven at night, but frankly it didn't matter. Asleep and unaware was better than awake, angry and depressed. 

Andy showed the next day, as usual, and immediately picked a fight with her. Kayley took the bait somewhat begrudgingly if only to help the cycle along its way. These shouting matches were pretty much the only way they communicated anymore aside from the hate fucking that generally followed after he pushed her a couple times and she threw some things at his head.

It was boring game, but frankly it was all they had. Fight, apologize, fuck, betray, repeat. Over and over and over again, et cetera, et cetera, ad nauseum, ad infinitum. Mindless repetition at its worst.

And, of course, that's how it went. Kayley gave in eventually after what seemed liked hours of tiring arguing. Andy left only to come back a few hours later to apologize and once again she let him have his way, but this time she didn't care if she came. She just waited it out and went through the motions until the bastard came inside her and rolled off of her to fall asleep while she got up to wash away his stink. She didn't even bother getting herself off. Frankly, she just wasn't in the mood.

When Andy woke up he made his usual promises to make it all up to her before making up some excuse to get out the door and go do whatever (or whoever) he did when he was out. He "promised" to be back soon and Kayley did her best to pretend to believe him, then went back to watching the L-word and wishing she could be like that. No men and all the baggage that went with them

Actually, she was, in a way. Before Andy, and immediately after her high school boyfriend Carlos had left for college with the promise of maintaining their relationship even though they'd be three states apart (only to renege his commitment less a month later), she did have a brief relationship of sorts with her then best friend Maddie. 

It all started one night after a party after Carlos had called to blow her off. By what turned out to be a happy coincidence, Maddie's boyfriend had done pretty much the same thing by fucking Maddie's step-sister at another party a few days before. Both girls had dates with some local frat boys who turned out to be walking dicks with entitlement complexes and they both decided pretty much at the same time to dump the guys and split.

Somehow Maddie had managed to drive back to the apartment they shared at the time even though they'd both had had more than their share to drink that night. So much in fact, that Kayley still had a hard time remembering exactly how everything went down after that. All she really remembered was rolling a blunt while Maddie grabbed a bottle of tequila she'd previously talked her step-dad into buying for her, and while they smoked and drank they bitched semi-incoherently about guys and then one of them( she thought it was Maddie, but Maddie always swore up and down it was her) mentioned that wouldn't it be great if they could be dykes or muff divers or some other unflattering term, and somehow one thing led to another. The next day they found themselves hung-over and naked in the same bed, heads still between each other's legs.




Rebound



At first the whole incident had been understandably awkward. Maddie even briefly considered moving out until they had a talk and mutually decided that their friendship was just too important to throw away for such a silly thing. Besides, it wasn't like it was going to happen again or anything.

And then, of course, it happened again. 

And then again

And again.

For about three months Kayley and Maddie fucked damn near every time they got drunk or high or had a couple hours of free time together late at night until Maddie met Jeff and Kayley met Andy. The whole time they consoled themselves with the idea that it was just an experiment and nothing more, but, honestly, they both knew the truth. It was some of the best sex they'd ever had.

But that was then. It had never happened again. Kayley was straight, after all. At least she was pretty sure she was. At worst, just a teensy bit bisexual.

She did still think about it occasionally when she masturbated, but generally only when she was pissed at Andy for being Andy. It was no big deal really.

Even as she felt her nipples harden and her pussy start to moisten as two characters from the show started to kiss and a short, but steamy love scene played out before, and even though that same image and the memories of Maddie were all she thought of as she used her clit stimulator (to give her the orgasm Andy had completely failed to give her), she still believed in her heart of hearts that it was nothing but a thing.

Still, sometimes she wished she could be a dyke, but that was never going to happen so whatever. 

It was just a thing. Nothing more.

When Andy came home the next morning to get ready for work, Kayley pretended to still be asleep until he took his shower, changed his clothes and headed off to work. She just didn't have anything to say to him anymore. Somehow she didn't think she ever really would again.

For some reason she briefly thought about calling Maddie, but instead she called her friend Gwen and spent the day with her smoking weed, hiking, bitching about men and catching up until she felt better and went home with a promise to hang out again later that week.

Andy, of course, wasn't home when she got there even though she knew he'd been out of work for over an hour, but somehow she didn't care. In fact, she was kind of glad. Then she took a shower, watched a movie and eventually went to bed.

And that was her weekend. It was hardly amazing that she really looking forward to Monday and the prospect of working again and getting away from home. It was just an extra bonus that she'd be working second shift and Andy would be working first. 

Still, she did have some trepidation when she pulled in behind the Short Stop and knocked on the office door. Even Mr. Reyes' big, smiling face was hardly enough to take it all away, but his kind, calming demeanor certainly was a help as he introduced her to his wife, Amelia, who ran register during the day as well doing most of the ordering and whatnot and Clarice, a sour looking, but nonetheless friendly housewife type who was smoking in the backroom when Mr. Reyes, who now insisted on being called "Miguel or Mike, whichever works better," and who apparently also ran the register when she wasn't stocking the cooler and shelves.

Then he introduced her to Sarah and her big, glowing smile. Kayley was instantly put at ease, though she wasn't exactly sure why. Sarah looked to about the same age as Kayley and about the same build, though a tad bit skinnier and athletic judging from her toned arms and the hint of flat belly that showed when she reached up to put her ipod on a shelf in the backroom. Her breasts also looked to be slightly bigger, but her ass was a little flatter in her loose cargo pants that nearly covered a pair of green converse high tops, which went well with her short plum colored hair for some reason.

Kayley's eyes went back to that tight tummy and then those breasts before she realized she was staring. She was quick enough that Mike, the easiest option for her Anglo tongue, didn't notice, but not quite quick enough to avoid a knowing smirk from Sarah that almost caused her to blush. Luckily Sarah seemed fully aware of this possibility and broke her concentration by offering Kayley her hand in greeting.

"So this is the newb, huh?" Sarah said with a sly wink to Kayley as if to let her know she was just playing, and for reasons as yet unknown to Kayley she almost blushed again. Luckily Mike unknowingly saved the day by bringing up the fact that Sarah would be the one training her for the next few days and the person she would likely work with most of the time before continuing her tour of the store.

Not that there was all that much to see. Just the beer cooler, the other cooler, the grocery back stockroom, the liquor back stockroom, the cigarette back stockroom, the "adult room" (which he actually seemed a tad bit embarrassed to show her for some reason), the office with the computer and the closed circuit television system and mess of paperwork and filing cabinets and, finally, the area behind the counter where she ran into Sarah and her knowing smirk again. Kayley met that smirk with a shy smile of her own while Mike prattled on about things she barely heard.

"And that's about it," Mike said finally, "Any questions?"

"Don't worry, Mike," Sarah said while still smirking before Kayley could even managed to answer him. "I'll show her everything she needs to know." 

"Well, good," Mike replied, "I'll be in the office finishing up your paperwork and getting you in the system and stuff until 4:30 if you do need to ask me anything. Oh, and just so you know, just keep coming in at three until I figure out exactly how I want to schedule you, okay?"

And that was it. Kayley was now a clerk for all intents and purposes. The first hour or so after that was spent taking turns watching Sarah ring up customer and ring them up herself with Sarah's helpful guidance while Amelia counted cigarettes in the back and Clarice ran the other register and made small talk with Sarah and Amelia about people Kayley didn't know. At 4:15 Clarice vanished into the back room to smoke another cigarette while still talking shit about strangers. Sarah and Amelia humored her while rolling their eyes at some of her more catty comments.

Then 4:30 came and Clarice left. A few minutes later and after one final word of support, Mike and Amelia shuffled out the door leaving Kayley and Sarah essentially alone. Kayley didn't really understand why, but for some reason that made her more than a little nervous.

Of course, there were customers that kept them somewhat busy, but Kayley was quickly learning that the Short Stop was a fairly relaxing place to work. Relative to waiting tables, time might as well have been standing still. There was plenty of time for small talk and Sarah seemed intent on using it to become friends with Kayley and, somewhat despite herself, Kayley was more than eager to oblige.

She quickly learned that she and Sarah had quite a bit in common besides taste in shoes. They shared extremely similar taste in music and movies though Sarah did manage to stump Kayley with some bands and films she mentioned. Kayley had never heard of Television or Richard Hell and the Voidoids. Apparently this was an absolute travesty that Sarah promised to remedy the very next day.

"That old shit is the best," she said with enthusiasm as she preached on about what was apparently a very important topic to her. Kayley couldn't help but feel that enthusiasm herself. 

She seemed to feel that way about nearly everything Sarah talked about that night. Even the most mundane work-related nonsense seemed almost musical coming from Sarah's raspy little voice. Kayley even found herself hanging out by the backroom door while Sarah smoked just to keep the conversation going. She almost would've been embarrassed if Sarah didn't do exactly the same thing when Kayley smoked.

It was weird to realize later, but when the night was over Kayley was almost disappointed. Not just because the prospects of doing anything more fun than smoke a joint or pop some pills and diddle herself once she got home were virtually nil or because the odds of getting in a fight with Andy were only equaled by the odds of him being mysteriously absent and unreachable, but because of something deeper she simply refused to label. Even Sarah seemed to feel the same way. She and Kayley actually stood out by their cars for a full half hour just chatting before Sarah's cell phone rang bringing them both back to reality.

Kayley was actually happy for the first time in awhile as she drove home, but as she pulled into the drive and saw that once again Andy was oddly absent, she sank a little bit inside. Oddly, though, it wasn't much as usual. As pissed as she was that the asshole was once again gone without a note or a call or anything, she actually felt something like relief. At least there would be no fight, no meaningless make-up sex, no feeling of self-loathing brought on by some hopeless act of contrition on her part, even though she was never the one in the wrong.

She didn't even think of making her usual pointless call to Andy's (almost certainly turned off) cell phone. She just packed her bong, took a few hits to relax herself before fingering herself to sleep with images of a faceless, plum-haired girl and of Maddie dancing through her head the whole time with zero guilt, but an incredibly intense orgasm as her payoff.

When she woke up she was surprised to find herself more relaxed and generally happy than she had been in awhile. She actually found herself almost excited about going to work. That had never happened before. The fact that it was all because of a girl didn't even bother her at all. Deep down inside a part of her felt there was something wrong with that, but, frankly, the majority of her just didn't care.

It helped that Sarah was simply fascinating. She was funny, smart and artistic and she always seemed to have something interesting to say about damned near anything, but not in a pompous way. She didn't just offer an unsolicited opinion for the sake of being opinionated. She only did it when it fit the conversation or when Kayley asked her.

Over the next few weeks Kayley and Sarah discovered they shared a lot of similar interests besides shoes and music. They were both devout potheads as well as users of other drugs. This news was especially exciting to Sarah since Kayley made it obvious that she had connections that Sarah simply didn't (which Kayley found simply amazing), but not for long as that information led to something even more intriguing about Sarah.

"Seriously?" Kayley had asked somewhat flabbergasted.

"Seriously," Sarah had come back quickly and with the appropriate dramatic touch, "I haven't been able to score steadily since I broke up with my girlfriend and moved back in with my mom."

"Girlfriend?" Kayley had responded almost too quickly resulting in a weird look from Sarah that almost made her blush with embarrassment when she realized how it sounded, "Sorry. I didn't mean it like that. I just didn't know you were gay."

"Well, I'm not," Sarah came back, and then corrected herself . "Well, not really anyway. I had a girlfriend, but that doesn't mean I'm gay or anything. You're not going to get all weird and stuff now, are you?"

"No, it just caught me off guard. Besides I'd be a total hypocrite if I freaked out on you for that."

"Really?" Sarah had responded raising her eyebrow before following it up with "How interesting."

"Oh, shut up," Kayley had replied feeling the heat rise to her cheeks as she scanned the store to make sure they were alone, "Don't tell anyone I said that. My boyfriend doesn't even know."

"Okay, okay," Sarah replied still smiling "but on one condition: you tell me all about this weekend."

Kayley agreed gladly before realizing that there was a good chance she'd just been hit on. Briefly she thought of reneging or at least getting a clarification, but something more powerful inside her completely put the brakes on that idea. Also, there was a customer. In fact, there were several as a game was letting out at the high school down the road. They were swamped for the next hour and any ideas of further conversation along those lines were buried under the necessity of getting her job done, but after that everything gained a whole new edge with Sarah.

Sex, which had already been touched upon, of course, now took on a more central role in their conversations. That's how Sarah learned the true depths of Kayley's problems and where Kayley finally found a good sounding board for her disgust with Andy. Sarah was extremely concerned with Kayley's need to make herself come the majority of the time.

"Why the hell are you even with him if all he does treat you like crap and can't even make you come?" Sarah had asked while stocked she cigarettes and Kayley rang up the sale of an apparently oblivious older man who just smiled at her vacantly while checking out her breasts. She frowned at him disapprovingly and waited for him to leave before answering.

"You really wanna know?"

"Well, yeah," Sarah came back in her usual smartass tone, "I asked, didn't I?"

"Because I need the rent money," Kayley replied weakly almost ashamed of her answer.

"Are you serious?" Sarah responded with incredulousness, "Girl, if all you need is a roommate talk to me." 

"Yeah, well it's a one bedroom, so..."

"So? I live with my Mom. I'd pay for half of everything just to ride your couch."

"Seriously?"

"Yes, seriously. Do you have any idea how hard is to pick someone up and take them to my Mom's house? She doesn't even know I'm bi and she still won't let me even have another girl stay the night."

"So? Go to their house."

"Easy for you to say. You live in your own apartment. Most of the girls I hook up with still live with their parents, too."

"What makes you think if I let you crash on my couch I'd any cooler than your mom with letting you bring girls over?"

"Oh, I think I could convince you."

"Oh really?"

"You have no idea how convincing I can be..."

And that was how a lot of their conversations went from then on for the next two weeks. It was scary, but not because Kayley was creeped out by the flirtation. Hardly. In fact, it was because she was anything but creeped out by it all that scared Kayley. She was actually more than a little intrigued by the idea. 

She did end up cancelling on Sarah that weekend though. Andy, the human roller coaster, was going through a very nice up phase and, yes, despite her better judgment she decided to give him another chance. The sex was still sub-par, but at least he seemed to be trying again. 

He even bought her flowers just like when they had first started dating. It was something. At least it was a lot better than what he had been doing over the last couple of months. Hell, he even rubbed her feet for three nights straight. 

Kayley was simply amazed, but there was a still a sinking feeling in her heart that just wouldn't go away. She just couldn't shake the feeling that this, like all of Andy's other attempts to be a good boyfriend, was doomed to failure. 

She also had an even darker feeling that deep down, in her heart of hearts, she wanted him to fail. Maybe it was because she was just plain sick of waiting for the other shoe to drop. Maybe it was because she was just sick of wondering.

Or maybe, just maybe, she was secretly sick of being with men. It wasn't the first time she'd had those feelings. The alcohol, after all, wasn't the reason she'd slept with Maddie. It just been the catalyst, the spark that helped ignite that brief, but brightly burning, flame.

Even during that brief semi-relationship with Maddie there had been something special there. Even though had both agreed after awhile that it was just friendly sex, nothing serious, there was always something more just under the surface

Kayley had never really admitted it to herself at the time, but up until the moment Maddie hooked up with Jeff, Kayley had never been happier with another person in her entire life. 

For the brief period after the shock wore off from the weirdness of their first experience together and the sex became just a natural progression in their relationship, everything was simply perfect. They were everything a couple was supposed to be. Kayley didn't even think about guys anymore. Being with Maddie had been all she wanted, but apparently Maddie had been on a different page.

Of course, that was probably why her relationship with Andy had started out so passionately, but had fizzled so quickly until it became the boring exercise in slow betrayal it was now. Andy had been her rebound. 

It made so much sense when looked at in that light.

Still, Kayley wasn't quite willing to accept all that even now, but as she continued to enjoy being around Sarah and their casual flirtation and while she and Andy continued to make weak attempts at maintaining their relationship at home, she had admit she was more than tempted. In fact, she actively encouraged Sarah by gleefully returning her attentions though a little more subtly.

She was constantly making little comments about Sarah's appearance, such as how cute her shoes were or how her hair looked sexy with the little emo barrettes she liked to wear. She also often found excuses to touch Sarah whenever possible without it being crass. A light caress of her arm when Sarah passed behind her to grab something. A light hand on Sarah's back or shoulders when she had to reach above her for a pack of cigarettes for a customer. When she saw Sarah had a tattoo on her belly just above her waist she couldn't resist touching it as if to feel the texture, but they both knew why she was really doing it. 

Hell, even some of the customers noticed. It was hard not to. Two cute girls flirting with each other was the beginning of most guys' most illogical sexual fantasy. Every girl knew that. Not that knowledge helped Kayley stop blushing when she noticed the look in certain people's eyes and she suddenly realized they could see right through her intentions. The fact that Sarah generally found those occurrences extremely hilarious didn't ease the embarrassment at all.

But, while working with Sarah was quickly looking like the beginning of something Kayley had never admitted to herself that she wanted more than anything, her whole life was quickly becoming pure torture. Especially when Andy stopped by to say "Hi." 

Sarah always tried her best to be nice, but it was hard for her. Every time he left she would find some way to jokingly mock him. Kayley laughed every time. She knew she shouldn't, but she just couldn't help it. She knew it wasn't going to last. It was over. They both knew it. Hell, she was pretty sure Andy knew it as well. They were just going through the motions

Then Andy had to go and make the decision easy for her by doing what she knew he'd do all along: He disappeared. Not only that, he managed to make it worse by disappearing right after visiting her at work and promising, not once, but multiple times, to be home and up when she got out of work.

As it turned out he may have been up, but he was most definitely not home. When she got inside she found a vaguely written note about having to go in to work for some guy. It would have been a great excuse since Kayley knew there was never anyone around to answer the phone in the office for the night shift.

Except for one little thing: the night before the asshole had told her the factory he worked at had just laid off the entire night shift because there weren't enough orders. He'd actually gone on and on about it while she'd been trying to watch a movie. She'd actually had to punch him in the arm to get him to shut up about it. Bitching about work was an annoying habit he had when he was tired and stoned.




Rebound



Remembering that had caused Kayley to rip up the note on the spot before deciding that enough was enough. She packed up Andy's clothes and his toothbrush in his suitcase and overnight bag and that's when she noticed that a couple of those things were missing. Namely the ones someone might need if they were staying the night at someone's house. No toothbrush, no deodorant, no razor, no overnight bag.

For some reason that discovery made her cry, but not necessarily because of the deep sense of betrayal she now felt. No, it was more because of the overwhelming feeling of stupidity she felt for not having noticed it before. It was like it all suddenly made sense. 

She suddenly recalled noticing a thousand times over that something was missing when Andy was "working late" or "crashing at a friends house" and just never connecting the dots. She felt so dumb for not having connected the dots before.

She was always burying her suspicions and giving him one more chance. How could she have been so blind? How could she have ignored that little voice inside her and forgiven his cheating ass every fucking time his lying ass came back to her?

It was the last straw. After getting control of her tears she did exactly what she's set out to do in the first place and packed his stuff for him and stacked it by the door. 

She then called his phone knowing full well it would be off and instead of hanging up or leaving a pleading, passive-aggressive message as she had in the past, she left a short message that said: "Hey, you fucking asshole, this is it. We are through. Your shit is packed and waiting for you at the door. I suggest you come pick it tomorrow and get the fuck out of my fucking life. I don't where the fuck you are, but I know you ain't working for Julio or Julian or whoever the fuck you said. Fuck you and fuck whoever you're fucking or whatever. I don't fucking care. We're done. Come get your shit while I'm at work. I don't want to see you around anymore. Fuck you!"

After that she locked the deadbolt that Andy claimed he had lost his key to a couple of weeks ago and slid the bolt shut for good measure before taking a sleeping pill from her stash with a shot of tequila and heading off to bed. 

She woke up later than usual with her phone beeping intermittently letting her know she had messages. She didn't bother checking them until after she'd showered and brushed her teeth. Even then she just erased them as soon as she saw that they were from him and moved on with her day, getting ready for work.

For once she was going to stick to her guns. It was over. She wasn't at all happy about it, but it was over. She just prayed that Andy would be smart and let it go. Something told her that prayer was in vain, but she'd cross that bridge when she came to it. She just hoped she wouldn't have to deal with it.

That day at work Sarah had tried to be nice, but frankly Kayley could sense the unsaid chorus of "I told you so" she was holding back. Not that she resented her for it. Kayley knew full well she deserved that and so much more. 

She almost asked Sarah over that night, but that little voice of doubt inside her warned against it. Still, she made sure to get Sarah's cell number programmed in her phone and made sure several times to make sure they were still hanging out on Friday night after work even though exactly what they were going to do at one in the morning remained something of a mystery. 

Kayley had her hopes, but she really didn't want to jinx it. So far the plan was simply "get high and, you know, hang out and stuff," as Sarah put it.

As usual they talked and flirted subtly all through the night until well after they closed and then they talked some more until Kayley realized she should really get home and make sure the asshole was gone. She said as much to Sarah and they hugged good-bye. 

It was a long, lingering hug full of promise that ended with a light kiss on the neck from Sarah that sent shivers down Kayley's spine. God how she wanted to return that kiss, but there was something she had to do first, so she just gave Sarah one more hard squeeze before saying goodbye.

That one last squeeze kept lingering on and on until, after Kayley managed to pull back just a little to stare into Sarah's dark eyes, she found herself leaning in to do something she'd wanted to do for so very long while Sarah leaned in to do meet her halfway. 

Their eyes closed and their lips met for the first time and then parted almost instantly. Maybe it was nerves, maybe it was just pure, raw need, but it was the quickest a kiss had gone from soft to passionate in Kayley's young life. 

She almost felt drunk with excitement as she and Sarah shared the same breath while their tongues discovered each other. Their hands grasped at each other's soft flesh standing out in the open under the lone light in the rear parking lot of the Short Stop visible to anyone who might drive by. They didn't care. At least not for the moment while Sarah's hands insinuated their way under Kayley's shirt, and Kayley's hands grasped Sarah's tight, little butt through her tight jeans pulling Sarah tight to her.

It was so shocking, so intense that they likely would have fucked right there if a car coming around the corner hadn't momentarily caught them in its headlights, shocking Kayley back into reality.

"Oh shit," she said and then she tried to duck while Sarah looked at her confused, but with her arms to still wrapped around Kayley. When she realized a second later she couldn't but laugh at Kayley who blushed and looked down meekly as she realized how silly she was being. They were doing nothing wrong. Besides the car was already almost out of sight heading down the road off into the night.

"Come here, you dork," Sarah said still giggling as she pulled Kayley back up and into another kiss. This time it was softer, gentler, more sober and, sadly, quicker as Kayley reluctantly pulled away.

"I really should get going," Kayley said weakly, smiling an embarrassed smile for no real reason.

"Yeah," Sarah replied smiling herself as they continued to stand there hands gently caressing each other, "You really should."

"Yeah," was all Kayley could manage to reply as she stared into Sarah's eyes until Sarah laughed at her and they separated a little awkwardly. They then said goodbye, and Sarah made Kayley promise to call her if she needed anything before Kayley walked the short distance to her car and slipped the key in the lock. Sarah started to climb into her own car and then stopped.

"Hey," Sarah said turning around quickly right as Kayley was about to slip inside her car "You sure you don't want some backup? I know I'm all skinny and cute and stuff, but I've had a few step-brothers. I know where to kick for effect."

Kayley laughed and took all of a half second to agree with this promising proposition. It was also quickly decided that they'd both take Kayley's car and Sarah would simply spend the night and ride to work with Kayley based on the flimsy excuse that, if everything went well, they'd have a couple drinks and smoke a bowl or three.

And, of course, they would, but they knew that was not the real reason at all.

The ride to Kayley's apartment was filled with awkward flirting and nervous energy. This was partly because of what they were going to do, but they were also both pretty scared that Andy might be there waiting. Kayley assured Sarah he wasn't violent or anything, but there was still obviously the risk of a very unfriendly confrontation if he were there.

Thankfully his car was nowhere to be seen when they pulled into Kayley's parking lot. Kayley silently thanked God for that small miracle and let out a breath she didn't know she was holding before asking Sarah politely if she was ready. Sarah just laughed at her and said "Let's go, cutie."

Kayley almost blushed at that and then impulsively leaned over and placed a quick, but loving kiss on Sarah's delicious lips. They then got out of the car and headed up the stairs to Kayley's apartment holding hands and smiling the whole way until they came to her door and found a note.

Kayley grabbed it off the door and read it before saying "Fucking asshole," and then reading it out loud to Sarah. Basically it was an admission of guilt by Andy that somehow still managed to place all the blame on Kayley's head. Just as she'd suspected for so long he'd been cheating on her for the last couple of months. Apparently it was with some girl from his work she'd never even heard him mention. It went on to say that it was because of her inattentiveness to his needs and her general lack of enthusiasm in bed and that this girl, Andrea apparently, was the greatest lay in blah blah blah. Kayley couldn't get through the rest of it again before ripping it in half and grunting angrily.

"What a dick," Sarah said while Kayley angrily unlocked the door and headed inside and somewhat rudely, but excusably given the circumstances, began searching the apartment to make sure Andy hadn't stolen anything. Sarah didn't think anything of it. She simply locked the door behind her and then went to the couch, whipped out her ever-present Altoids tin full of weed and her rolling papers and started rolling while Kayley continued searching. 

"That fucker stole my bong," Kayley yelled from her bedroom as Sarah finished breaking up the bud.

"What an asshole," Sarah responded loudly as she prepared the paper for rolling. By the time she'd finished, Kayley was still looking around her bedroom, occasionally cursing under her breath at small, but important things missing that Andy had decided belonged to him. Sarah quickly came to the conclusion that if she was going to get Kayley to relax she was going to have to go to her. 

"Did he at least leave his key?" Sarah asked as she stood in the doorway looking concerned with the joint tucked behind her ear. Kayley just held up a brass key with one hand while she closed the bottom drawer with her other.

"I can't believe he took my bong. Asshole wasn't even with me when I bought that," Kayley said as she got up and then sat on the bed, "I can forgive the other crap, but that was my bong."

"Well," Sarah started as she sat down beside Kayley on the queen-sized bed and placed her hand on Kayley's knee giving it a squeeze, "At least he left the key."

"Yeah," Kayley said with a shy smile at the touch before falling back on the bed in resignation, "At least there's that."

"Also," Sarah continued as she scooted herself onto the bed to sit cross- legged staring down at Kayley with a flirty grin, "If you ever need a bong you can use mine. I don't mind sharing."

"You're a saint," Kayley said in an exhausted tone, "You don't happen to have it on you right now, do you? I don't even have papers."

"Way ahead of you, cutie," Sarah said before gently tossing the joint onto Kayley's stomach.

"I take that back. You're a fucking angel,'' Kayley said as she grabbed the joint and then sat up quickly and grabbed a lighter off the bedside table. "Hey, wait a minute. I thought you said you couldn't get weed."

"No, I said I didn't have a steady connection. I got that from a customer just the other day."

Who?"

"Wouldn't you like to know."

"Coy bitch!"

"Yeah, yeah. You gonna light that or just hold it all night?"

With that Kayley lit the joint and proceeded to get nice and relaxed. As they smoked they talked and flirted with Sarah leading the way, constantly touching Kayley in one way or another. A little knee squeeze here. A light push on Kayley's arm there. She brushed the hair out of Kayley's eyes once or twice. 

After they finished the joint Kayley offered to roll one from her stash and Sarah politely agreed even though she seemed to realize it was something of a stall. It was weird, but not that they were alone in her room, and it was alright even if Kayley was suddenly nervous at the prospect of giving in to her desires. Luckily, Sarah was more than happy to take her time.

By the time the second joint was rolled and smoked, Kayley was definitely more relaxed. When Sarah offered to give her a backrub, Kayley was too stoned to even think of a protest. Nor did she want to. Still, she found it hard to roll over onto her stomach. Luckily Sarah was more than willing to force the issue.

"Roll over, you lazy stoner," Sarah teased as she forcefully rolled a giggling Kayley onto her stomach and got up, grabbed Kayley's feet and pulled her all the way onto the bed. Kayley protested half-heartedly until Sarah told her to shut up.

Kayley felt a little embarrassed when her heartbeat seemed to quicken as she felt Sarah get back on the bed to straddle her waist. It quickened yet again when she felt Sarah's soft, but very strong hands begin to work their magic on her back. 

Sarah massaged Kayley's back for a good ten minutes flirting coyly, but keeping to her task of relaxing Kayley and relieving all tension. From Kayley's sleepy replies and soft sighs she knew was doing a good job of doing just that. 

In fact, she quickly realized she may have been doing too good of job at it if she wanted Kayley to be awake enough to do what she knew they both wanted to happen next.

"My, aren't you relaxed," Sarah teased as she slipped her hands under the back of Kayley's t-shirt and started to push it up slowly exposing Kayley's back.

"What are you doing?" a very sleepy sounding, but visibly smiling Kayley asked as she turned slightly to look back at Sarah.

"You mean you don't know?" Sarah responded as she pretended to continue her massage while exposing more of Kayley's sexy back. She then leaned down and placed a soft kiss on the back of Kayley's neck and slyly allowed her hands to slide down Kayley's sides to stroke the sides of her breasts.

Kayley could only answer with another sigh as Sarah continued to place soft, sensual kisses on the back of her neck. Then the kisses progressed to involve her ear as Sarah's hands remained busy softly caressing up Kayley's arms and then back down her sides while Kayley remained passive.

When Sarah bit her ear, Kayley couldn't help but squirm in ecstasy making Sarah chuckle lightly. Kayley squirmed again when Sarah lightly bit and licked back down her neck before quickly nipping her shoulder. 

Sarah had once again moved her hands under Kayley's t-shirt, but this time she made it plain that she wanted it off. Kayley gladly obliged by lifting her body just enough to slide the unwanted item of clothing off her body. Sarah then quickly unhooked Kayley's bra before going back to placing soft kisses on Kayley's now bare flesh.

Kayley found it hard to stay still as Sarah kept placing her soft kisses and nips all over her back. When those kisses made it to where Sarah licked at her armpits, Kayley couldn't help but squirm. Still she shifted enough to let Sarah kiss her there. No lover had ever kissed her there, but she liked the feel of Sarah's soft lips nuzzling her armpits. 

She let out a light a moan when Sarah took advantage of her new posture to softly caress a breast under Kayley's now dangling bra. Sarah's delicate caress of her nipple as she moved her kisses back up to Kayley's shoulder was almost too much.

The slowness of it all was so foreign to Kayley. The slow, soft feel of Sarah's touch was so painfully erotic. Andy had never taken his time like this, and with Maddie she'd always been the aggressor. The pace of Sarah's foreplay was simply glorious. Kayley had never been as turned by so little before in her life.

She was almost disappointed when Sarah, after nipping at her again, whispered for her to turn over. Luckily she quickly realized how silly that sense of disappointment was. Sarah got off of her back just enough to give Kayley space to roll over, and quickly retook her place straddling her new lover's hips before reaching and pulling away the bra that was barely covering Kayley's breasts. She then proceeded to softly caress them as she smiled down at Kayley who happily return the smile.

"You are so beautiful," Sarah said softly as she gently tweaked Kayley's nipples, making Kayley sigh loudly as she brought her hands up to caress Sarah's sides. Kayley could only smile shyly for the moment in response as Sarah's pinching turned to gentle massaging of Kayley's breasts. Sarah smiled at little bit more at this first sign of reaction, as small as it was, from Kayley. The smile turned to a smirk when she felt Kayley gently pulling towards her as her hands crept under Sarah's t-shirt.

"So beautiful," Sarah said again as she gave in to Kayley' wordless plea and met her in soft kiss that quickly grew more passionate. The feel of Sarah's small, lithe frame straddled atop her felt so right to Kayley. Sarah's soft lips pressed against hers, Sarah's tongue playfully licking and occasionally delving into Kayley's mouth to play with her tongue, Sarah's hands softly kneading her breasts and the feel of her soft, almost silky skin under Kayley's explorative hands was just so right.

The only problem Kayley could find with the whole situation was the fact that Sarah was still fully dressed and she was still wearing her pants. She wanted to feel Sarah's soft skin sliding against hers. She wanted to feel Sarah's breasts as they brushed against hers, to feel her nipples scrape against hers, her tummy, everything without that damned t-shirt getting in the way. It didn't take Kayley long to get this feeling across to Sarah as she almost angrily pulled the offending item of clothing off over Sarah's head.

Suddenly the pace of their kissing was greatly increased as they both ventured to kiss and lick each other wherever their lips could make contact with the other's body. Lips, necks, ears, shoulder blades, armpits, nipples all were nipped and kissed with rapidly growing intensity while hands eagerly groped at soft flesh.

It all felt so good. Kayley couldn't help moaning loudly, almost obscenely, whenever Sarah's mouth with her flicking tongue, sucking lips and nibbling teeth found their way to her now almost painfully hard nipples. She was so aroused that when she felt Sarah's knee find its way between her thighs, she couldn't help but grind her wet pussy against it¾jeans or no.

Sarah did not fail to take notice of her friend's wanton behavior, but instead of pressing her knee harder against Kayley's needy pussy she pulled away and sat up. When Kayley groaned in frustration, Sarah chuckled. 

"Oh, you poor thing," Sarah chided before she leaned down and kissed her briefly, "I think we need to shed some more clothes." With that she scooted off Kayley to unbuckle her belt and undo her tight jeans. Kayley quickly got the message and lifted her hips just enough to let Sarah tug off her pants and panties in one swift motion and throw them on the floor. 

Without a word Kayley sat up to place a kiss on her lover's sweet lips while her hands ventured to Sarah's belt. Sarah quickly maneuvered herself to allow Kayley to quickly remove her pants and shove them to the floor. Kayley was somewhat surprised to find Sarah panty-less, but she didn't let it stop her from quickly smothering her with a sweltering, needy kiss. 

They laid there groping, grinding and kissing for what seemed like a small eternity, simply enjoying the feel of each other's naked body. The only sounds in the room were their moans, the wet smack of their kisses and occasional creaking as they rolled around leisurely on Kayley's queen-sized bed.

Kayley had almost forgotten how good it felt to simply touch the smooth, soft body of another girl and have it pressed against her own in a sweet, lustful embrace. The soft and occasionally just rough enough feel of Sarah's hands caressing her back and ass was simply exquisite. 

Sarah's kisses were just perfect. She even loved the taste of Sarah's lip gloss. The smell of her hair and the taste of her sweat, the way she cooed so sweetly when Kayley nibbled on her neck and the way Sarah sucked her nipples so perfectly was just all so right and good. 




Rebound



Kayley couldn't even imagine how it could get any better until Sarah rolled her onto her back one more time and lowered herself again to suck and kiss her away around, between and all over Kayley's pert little breasts. Kayley moaned lightly and ran her fingers through Sarah's short, soft hair. This time, however, instead of slowly kissing her way back up Kayley's body to rejoin her in a kiss, Sarah instead made it obvious she intended to kiss Kayley somewhere else. 

Where exactly Sarah intended to kiss her new friend was indicated by the location of the fingers of her left hand, the one that was currently sliding gently between Kayley's moist and swollen labia. That light caress was more than enough to send something of an electrical shock up Kayley's spine, triggering a shaking moan and sexy shiver that made Sarah smile knowingly as she kissed her way down Kayley's smooth tummy.

"You like that, baby?" Sarah teased right before she licked a gentle circle around Kayley's belly button and the tiny little piercing that resided there. Before Kayley could even manage to form the beginning of a reply, Sarah changed whatever those words might have been into another sweet moan by caressing Kayley's poor, little clit. Judging from the way Kayley's hips bucked so deliciously at that simple touch Sarah knew she was more than ready for her tongue.

She didn't get it though. Not yet. As much as she wanted it and as much as Sarah wanted to give it to her, Sarah knew it would only be better if she made Kayley wait just a little bit longer for that. Instead as she kissed her way slowly down to Kayley's needy pussy, she placed only one sweet kiss on Kayley's hood before she kissed and licked her way slowly up Kayley's thigh.

Kayley's groan of frustration nearly made Sarah chuckle with impish delight, but instead she just smiled wickedly before placing a loving bite on Kayley's inner thigh. Kayley's jumped a little at that, and she jumped a little again when Sarah placed another small bite on Kayley's other thigh before patiently kissing and nibbling her way back to Kayley's center.

Sarah's teasing kisses around Kayley's smooth sex were driving Kayley crazy. That sweet mouth with those lovely lips and the long, beautiful tongue seemed to be kissing her everywhere but the one place she wanted them more than anything. As Sarah's soft, but firm hands caressed Kayley's thighs and gently urged them to spread wider, Kayley could only reach down and stroke Sarah's hair, urging her toward her pussy, only to be denied so cruelly by her serenely sadistic friend.

It didn't take long for that soft stroking to become more and more like vicious tugging as Kayley almost tried to force Sarah's mouth to finally grant her release. Finally, half out of a desire to make Kayley come and partially out of a desire to not have her hair ripped from her scalp, Sarah relented and finally placed her mouth on Kayley's hot, dripping sex.

Of course, that did only a little to loosen Kayley's grip on Sarah's short hair, but Sarah really didn't care. She was done teasing now. She was concentrating on making Kayley come harder then she ever had in her life. Judging from the profanity mixed with lustful grunts that were at that moment escaping from Kayley's beautiful mouth, Sarah was fairly certain it wouldn't take long.

This thought was mixed with a tiny tinge of sadness for Sarah as she slid her tongue up and down Kayley's dripping crevice enjoying the sweet taste of her new lover's delicious nectar while Kayley bucked against her tongue. Sarah loved this game of sweet, delectable torture so much that it was always with a little sadness that she finally gave in and allowed her lover to have her first orgasm. That sadness always passed quickly however and this night was no exception.

Kayley's panting and moaning was music to Sarah's ears as she continued to savor Kayley's taste on her tongue. She still teased a little, but only enough to keep Kayley on the edge without letting her fall quite yet. 

She didn't center her efforts solely on Kayley's obviously aroused clit, but she didn't avoid it anymore either. Instead she was intent on licking and kissing every square millimeter of Kayley's sex. Her hands no longer simply caressed and kneaded Kayley's thighs but instead she used them to tilt Kayley's pelvis upward so she get her tongue anywhere she wanted it.

The shivering coo that emerged from Kayley's lips when Sarah's tongue first ventured to lick her musky rosebud was especially pleasing for Sarah. She loved a girl who was willing to accept all the pleasure her body had to offer. Her last girlfriend had been a bit of prude in that department, so Sarah was more than happy to stay there, tongue firmly planted between Kayley's cute little butt cheeks, licking that forbidden place. Her fingers rewarded Kayley's dirtiness with slow, delicate circles over her clit, but only for a moment before she back to light teasing.

"Oh fucking God, please eat me, Sarah!" Kayley suddenly grunted huskily between pants while she renewed her pulling on Sarah's hair urging her back to her clit.

"You wanna come, baby?" Sarah whispered sweetly still grinning impishly before placing a quick lick on Kayley's hood. "Oh, please, baby!" Kayley begged breathlessly, and was a rewarded with another quick lick.

"Do you think you're ready for my fingers in your tight, little pussy?" Sarah teased again as she ran her index finger ever so lightly between Kayley's lips, then once again gave Kayley's poor, swollen clit another short, sensuous lick. Kayley's hips bucked again almost violently and Sarah eased her finger just a little tiny bit more. "Answer me, sweetie. Are you ready for my fingers?"

"Oh, please, Sarah. Please..." Kayley began to beg only to cut herself off with a high pitched, but rather quiet squeal as Sarah's finger slid inside her. At that same moment, Sarah's sweet lips surrounded her clit and finally began to seriously work Kayley's pussy toward sweet release.

After that there were no more words coming from Kayley's mouth, but only more squeals of intense pleasure as Sarah quickly managed to add another finger to pump inside of Kayley's sex while she licked and suck on Kayley's clit. Sarah somehow managed to never lose contact while Kayley fucked her face uncontrollably. Her hands still managed to find purchase in Sarah's hair, holding her to her even though she now no intention of moving until Kayley screamed her surrender.

Kayley couldn't take her eyes off the beautiful face with those passionate eyes and that beautiful mouth she could no longer really see, but which she could feel doing such wonderful things to her. Sarah stared right back at her longingly. Her beautiful face was no longer smiling, but that didn't matter. It was still beautiful. Perhaps even the most beautiful thing Kayley had ever seen.

Sarah was of a similar opinion as she stared into Kayley's lust-filled eyes. She skillfully manipulated Kayley's sex, trying her damnedest to make her come harder than she ever had before. She wasn't thinking about herself at the moment. Her sole task was bringing Kayley as much pleasure as possible. Even if Kayley were to pass out immediately afterward and sleep straight through to the morning, Sarah would've been pleased. Of course, she would hardly spite Kayley if she insisted on making Sarah come as well, but that was not the point. It was only a possibility.

There they were lying on Kayley's bed locked in a gaze as Sarah tried her best to blow Kayley's mind, and Kayley wordlessly urged Sarah on as the beautiful tension just kept building and building in her young, over-stimulated body. It was almost the perfect moment. 

Then, just as Sarah slid her ring finger inside of her friends sopping wet pussy, perfection became reality as Kayley's body tensed up and she saw stars as her pussy convulsed around Sarah's fingers and her juices covered Sarah's face. Everything went silent for a moment except the sound of her heartbeat, and she actually saw stars again as she shut her eyes hard to the pleasure overtaking her body. 

Sarah just kept licking and pumping her fingers in Kayley's quaking sex until she was sure Kayley had come back down from her trip to the stratosphere. Kayley's breathing returned to something resembling normal and her eyes opened as she looked down at Sarah's now wet face and laughed as only a girl who'd just had her mind completely blown could. Sarah finally stopped and after placing one last kiss on Kayley's pussy she offered slick fingers to Kayley who sucked on them gratefully until Sarah slithered her way up Kayley's body to meet her in a kiss.

It was a wet, sloppy kiss that found them rolling around on the bed again grabbing at each others' soft, sweaty flesh occasionally grinding against each other as they enjoyed each others touch. 

"Oh, I fucking love you," Kayley said between kisses. She had never come like that before in her life. Not with Andy, not with Maddie, not even with herself. Definitely not with her first orgasm of the night. Usually, for Kayley, that was weakest. God, how she hoped that trend continued as she was nowhere close to being done for the night.

"Right back at you, sweetness," Sarah replied playfully as she let Kayley pin her on bed. Again they kissed lovingly only to break apart with a mutual giggle only to kiss again. Their fingers entwined as they clutched at each others' hands and the giggles did not return.

The feel of their sweaty bodies sliding against each other soon brought seriousness back to their lovemaking. The soft caress of Sarah's tongue playfully against her own made Kayley realize that what she said had been true at least in a way. She was falling for this sweet, beautiful girl who now lay naked underneath her, their nipples scraping together, their bellies sliding against each other, their clits occasionally receiving a sweet grind from the other's thigh. It may not have been love with a capital "L," but she already knew she wanted more of this girl and the most wonderful feeling she had ever had in her life. She also knew that she wanted to give Sarah exactly what she'd just given her and that she wanted to do it more than anything.

It wasn't out of some sense of obligation, either. Nor was it because it was fair or anything equally as simplistic. No, she simply wanted to make Sarah feel exactly what she had felt: pure, unadulterated pleasure, and she wanted to be the one to give it to her.

Somewhat reluctantly she released Sarah's hands to bring hers to Sarah's cute little breasts. She gave those pert mounds a gentle squeeze before tweaking the taut little nipples that sat at their centers while slowly, but purposefully kissing her way to the valley between them. Taking her cue from the way Sarah had made love to her breasts, Kayley made sure to kiss, nibble and lick every little bit of skin she could before making sure Sarah's nipples got their fair share of attention.

"Bite them," Sarah whispered dreamily as she ran her fingers through Kayley's soft hair. She then hissed sweetly when Kayley did exactly that. When Sarah urged her to do it harder Kayley didn't hesitate and was again rewarded with a soft hiss and a sweet, little squirm as she pulled on Sarah's nipples with her teeth.

Then she switched her attention from one lovely breast to the other Kayley allowed her hand to find its way down to Sarah's bald pussy and for the first time in way too long touched another girl's sex. She's almost forgotten how good it felt to touch another girl down there. The taste, the smell, the feel, the way she'd always felt so powerful when she'd made Maddie come. As her fingers caressed Sarah's slit for the first time it all came rushing back to her.

Sarah's soft sigh from Kayley's gentle, exploratory touch nearly sent a shiver down Kayley's spine. She was caught between the desire to eat her friend's pussy and to keep teasing her, trying to prolong the lovemaking. When she brought her finger to her lips and tasted Sarah's sweetness for the first time, the decision was made for her. The game was over. As much as she wanted to lick and kiss her way down slowly, she needed to lick Sarah's pussy and she needed to do it now. 

Before Sarah even knew what hit her Kayley had scooted down to rest her face at Sarah's pussy, and instantly began to devour her friend like a women possessed. Sarah would have giggled mischievously at Kayley's eagerness, but she was too busy moaning as Kayley's tongue explored and tasted her sex.

It was weird thought, but Kayley couldn't help but feel comfortable where she was at that moment. Burying her face between her new lover's thighs and licking her pussy while Sarah's hand softly stroked her hair felt so natural, so right. Why she'd denied herself this feeling for so long was beyond her. Not with Sarah necessarily, but in general. She'd just never felt so right before except when she'd been with Maddie.

Fleetingly she wondered silently if this meant she was gay as she spread Sarah's pussy with her fingers and dipped her tongue inside her to lick her pink sweetness, but quickly realized that that didn't really matter at the moment. If she was, she was. That was all there was to it. She wasn't going to worry about it right then. She was far too busy staring into Sarah's dark, beautiful eyes as she flicked her clit with her tongue and slowly began to ease her fingers inside feeling Sarah's wetness and her warmth.

"Yeah, fuck me, Kayley," Sarah hissed as she felt Kayley slide two fingers inside her. She then almost screamed when she felt those fingers start to move and curl inside her. Until that moment she'd still been under the delusion that Kayley wasn't all that experienced with making other girls come despite knowing she wasn't quite a girl virgin. Once she found that spot that only one other person in her short life had ever found before, Sarah couldn't help but change her thinking about Kayley's experience with girls. 

Or she would have if she hadn't been so busy alternating between nearly screaming in pleasure, whining, panting and holding her breath. Her hands quickly found their way to her breasts to squeeze and pinch as she rapidly felt herself nearing climax. Kayley's mouth on her clit and her fingers in Sarah's pussy were just too much.

When Sarah came she found herself shaking, her moans coming out in long, loud shivers as she locked her legs around Kayley's back in a subconscious attempt to hold her there until the glory of her orgasm faded. She needn't have worried however. Kayley was far too busy enjoying the raw beauty of Sarah's body in a state of bliss that she herself had brought about. She also took a small measure of pride in the fact that her chin and fingers were simply drenched with Sarah's juices.

Sarah seemed to take forever to come down from her orgasm. Of course, the fact that Kayley refused to let up on her friend's beautiful pussy until Sarah made her stop probably had a good deal to do with that. When Sarah finally kicked her softly, but with loving menace in her butt, Kayley just smiled brightly and wetly as she pulled her shining fingers from Sarah's sex and gave Sarah a taste of her own sweet nectar. Then she shared it with Sarah again in a sweet, loving kiss that seemed to go on forever. They once again enjoyed the feel of each other's body pressed closed together as they shared Sarah's flavor still on Kayley's lips, chin and tongue.

This time, however, there was no rolling around. Instead as Kayley laid atop her friend, she found herself slowly humping her clit against Sarah's leg. It was a small pleasure she'd shared with Maddie several times during that brief relationship. A small pleasure that they'd both enjoyed quite a bit. She'd even tried it with Andy once or twice, but quickly found that her slow gyrations were inevitably interpreted by him as a sign that she was ready to fuck, so she quickly stopped trying to get him to understand her varying moods and needs.

Luckily, Sarah didn't seem to mind at all. In fact, she simply shifted her leg just a wee little bit to accommodate Kayley's grinding and her own. Sarah's hands and fingers softly stroked Kayley's lower back and ass, subtly guiding and encouraging her to do as she wished.

At first they simply humped against each other slowly, somewhat relaxed, almost absentmindedly. It was secondary to their kissing and the gentle caressing of soft, feminine flesh. That gradually changed as the soft rubbing and bumping gave way to more needy grinding.

Their kissing start to give way to soft panting in each other's ears and soft biting on shoulderblades and necks. They whispered, or panted, soft words into each other's ears, as Sarah's hands found their way to Kayley's smooth buttocks.

"Oh, God," Kayley panted into Sarah's ear as Sarah sucked on her neck, "You feel so fucking good."

"Fuck me, baby," was the only response Sarah could think of thanks to Kayley pressing her thigh against Sarah's clit with perfect amount of pressure just when she was trying to think of something to say. Kayley wasted no time in maneuvering her body so that she pressed her hot, wet pussy against Sarah's equally damp sex. Kayley felt Sarah's hand greedily clutching at her ass cheeks, urging her on as she humped her thigh in blind lust. 

They feel of their pussies rubbing and sometimes almost slapping together was just too much for both of them after awhile. Exquisite was the only word for it. Almost too exquisite as Kayley quickly began to lose control and just started grinding away lost in the sensation, not even realizing that she wasn't even hitting Sarah's pussy anymore. 

Luckily Sarah wasn't one to hold a grudge against an overly enthusiastic lover. She was more proud then anything. Maybe a little amused as well, but the fact that Kayley was so obviously turned on by their lovemaking that she was completely lost in her pleasure made Sarah feel kind of proud, really. 

Kayley was so lost in her need to come again she barely even noticed when Sarah removed one of her hands from her ass. She wasn't so lost however that she failed to notice when that hand somehow found its way between her pussy and Sarah's thighs at same time as Sarah's mouth found a nipple to suckle and bite.

"Oh, fuck yeah," were the only words Kayley could manage to find in her lust-fogged mind as Sarah slipped first one then a second finger inside her. Those fingers started to curl inside of her as Sarah's palm remained firmly pressed against Kayley's clit while Kayley still mindlessly pumped her hips. and even those three simple words were lost to her. Every noise after that that came from Kayley's sweet lips was a mix of grunting, panting and almost painful-sounding squeals of pleasure. She could barely even open her eyes.

"Come for me, baby," Sarah encouraged as Kayley's orgasm quickly approached. She repeated it again and Kayley opened her eyes to stare into Sarah's beautiful brown eyes for the briefest of moments. She wasn't exactly sure what she saw in those eyes. It wasn't quite love, but it was close. 

Whatever it was she instantly felt the need to do exactly what this beautiful girl wanted. Sarah's fingers were hitting places inside her she'd previously been completely unaware of. She could feel the sweat dripping down her body, hear her panting become needier and, more importantly, she could feel it spreading throughout her entire being.

When it finally hit her, Kayley let out a moan that was almost a scream. If she'd been aware of her surroundings she would've worried about waking her neighbors (and she most likely did) as Sarah's fingers set her off in a way no one had even come close to doing before. The glory of her first orgasm of the night was nothing compared to the feeling she had at that moment. She actually shook against Sarah's delicate little fingers as they kept up their work until Kayley collapsed on top of Sarah's sweet body and panted heavily until she'd recovered enough to kiss her lover greedily.




Rebound



Again they kissed for awhile until Sarah maneuvered Kayley so they could enjoy the taste of each other's sex together while slowly licking and fingering each other to orgasm a few more or so each until Kayley somehow caught a glimpse at her alarm clock and realized it was already almost four in the morning. She reluctantly told Sarah that they really should go to bed.

After turning off the lights, making sure the door was locked and setting her alarm for the morning, Kayley crawled back into bed with her new lover and cuddled up to her soft, naked form. After their lingering goodnight kiss, Kayley slept better than she had in months. 



Rebound



Just as I had finished downloading a good stash of new porn, and was ready to begin tonight's festivities in earnest—my erection had already begun without me—I was interrupted by a knock on the door. (Is it coitus interruptus if you're going solo?) I ignored it at first, hoping that whoever it was might think I was gone, or asleep; but whoever it was was persistent. Even living in a single room it's hard to stay alone in college.

Finally I gave in; I closed down my browser window, put my computer to sleep, got up from my chair, readjusted my pants, and walked over to open the door a crack. Standing there was my old friend Dirk, whom I had met in high school and with whom I now shared a residence hall. "Hey, what's up?" (I tried to sound nonchalant.)

"Can I... come in?"

I couldn't think of any reason why not. "Sure."

I noticed that he closed the door behind him; whatever he was here for, he didn't want other people to hear about it. "So, uh, what's up?"

He sat down on the bed; I pictured in my mind all the little spots of dried semen—nearly all, I must admit, from masturbation—that he was now more or less in contact with. "Carrie... left me."

I sat down beside him, wrapping my arm around his shoulder. They say guys aren't supposed to show affection, but we do; some of us more than others I guess. "I'm sorry, man. I wish there was something I could do for you."

He stared into the wall, and we both went silent for awhile—it felt like hours, though I guess it was probably about a minute and a half—before he finally said, "I'm here because... I think there is."

"What can I do? It's not like I can bring your girlfriend back to you."

"I knew this was going to happen. I didn't want to believe it. But we were drifting apart for awhile now. And I got to thinking...." He seemed distant, as if living in some kind of daydream, and only intermittently communicating to the real world.

"Thinking what, Dirk?"

Suddenly he turned to face me, his sharp blue eyes gazing directly into my dull hazels. There was something in them I'd never seen in him before; terror? Desperation? Maybe even... lust? "Would you have sex with me?"

I stumbled backward, falling off the bed. "Dirk, I... I don't know..."

"Well, you're bi, and we're really good friends... and I don't know, I guess I always thought I was straight, but...."

I picked myself up, sitting down at the computer, preferring to look at the blank screen rather than face him. It wasn't that I didn't want to—no, if anything, I wanted to way too much. I'd wanted to be with him for years, and I had finally managed to sweep those feelings aside, accept the impossibility of their fulfillment. "But now you're not so sure."

"Pretty sure, not, actually; what with the dreams I've been having, the way I've been fantasizing...."

"I'm flattered, of course," A lot more than flattered! More like aching for it. Did he have any idea how many of those semen spots were because of him? "But don't you think this is a bad idea? I mean, what am I? Some kind of stopgap until you can find another girlfriend? I'm queer, so I must automatically be available for your every desire?"

"Kent, I... don't mean it like that."

"Then what do you mean?" I turned and growled at him; I think it was easier to hide my feelings if I masked them with anger. "You want rebound sex so you don't have to feel sorry for yourself? Then what? You throw me away like a kleenex full of semen?"

He lowered his head and covered his face with his hands; he looked like he was about to cry. It wasn't completely untrue—part of why it hurt—but it also wasn't fair, and I knew that. Why are we so good at hurting those we love? "I didn't mean it like that. At least, I don't think I did."

But then I realized what I was doing to him; I couldn't hurt him anymore. I ran over to hug him, wrapped my arms around him; he held on tight as if there was a chance I'd float away if he let go. "I'm sorry. I... It's just a little sudden, is all."

"I know," he whispered; I could feel him trying to hold back tears. "You don't have to. I shouldn't have assumed like that."

I softened my hold; he didn't. "You were right, though. I want to. I've wanted to... probably since about a week after I met you. Do you have any idea what I went through seeing you come out of the shower in the locker room? How many times I tried to bump into you 'accidentally,' cop a feel ever for a few brief moments? When all those years went by, when you ended up with Carrie; I finally gave up, figured I'd never get the chance."

Now he released, holding me at arm's length. "Why didn't you say so?"

"Years ago?"

His expression changed; he was no longer at the verge of tears, but he wasn't quite smiling either. I guess he looked more confused than anything. "Or at least ten minutes ago!"

"I don't know." Honestly I didn't. It would have been a hell of a lot easier, wouldn't it? "I guess I was afraid."

"Afraid of what?"

"Afraid I'd finally get what I wanted, and it wouldn't be anything like what I thought."

"Afraid I'd disappoint you?"

"Afraid I'd disappoint you, and you'd never want to come near me again. Maybe even a little afraid that things would work out... I don't know; can I be afraid to be happy?"

He moved his hand upward, to gently stroke my shoulder. It was just a little more than we would ordinarily have done, just enough to say that things were different now than they had been an hour ago. "Feelings don't always make sense."

It did feel better, to let it all go. Maybe it wasn't how I had hoped it would be; but what is, really? I moved my hand up to touch his neck, play with his hair in my fingers. "So what is it you want, exactly? I hear straight guys always want to top."

He laughed. "Actually I don't. I guess... if I'm gonna do it with a guy, I should at least do something I couldn't already do with a girl."

"Well, I'm sucking your cock no matter what; that is non-negotiable." If you'd told me I was going to say that to him a year, a day, an hour, even a few minutes before that, I would have said you were crazy.

"Well, if that's how it's gotta be...."

And I leaned in to do something I had wanted to do since the moment I met him: I kissed those soft, sweet lips, let the sensation sweep over me. It seems like such a simple action; in some cultures even friends kiss on the lips. There's not even really anything inherently sexual about it. But none of that changes the way it feels when it happens, the intensity of the connection it gives you. It's almost like, for that brief moment, you plugged a cable between your souls.

He pulled away, a wide grin on his face. "So, are you going to do this or not?" His hands were pointing down to his crotch, where a bulge was quickly growing in his pants. 

I returned the grin, and knelt down in front of the bed. "If I have to...." 

He relaxed, closing his eyes, folding his arms behind his head, letting me do all the work; I slowly worked open the button on his fly, then slid down the zipper. His adorable white briefs—I had always imagined him in something like that—still concealed his penis proper, but the bulge within them was fast taking on the shape of a firm erection. I slid his pants down off his hips to his ankles; he moved his body just enough to make things easier for me. All the while he kept his eyes closed and his arms behind his head. Eagerly I slid the briefs down in the same way, slowly revealing his tip, then his shaft, then his balls, until the whole of his manhood was displayed before me, quickly tumescing to its full glory. My own was eager to follow suit, but still restrained by the tyranny of clothing.

I wrapped my hands around his balls, cradling them, then slid up to the base of his shaft. His tip was already wet with precum; I kissed it gently, then slowly licked around his glans. He breathed a little harder, but I looked up to see that his eyes were still closed. Finally, I could take the anticipation no longer; I had to have him. I shoved his cock deep into my mouth, taking it as far in one stroke as I could, clamping my lips down upon it lest it ever consider escaping. Dirk let out a gasp, then moved his hands to the back of my head, holding me in, begging me to take him deeper—I of course was happy to oblige.

It didn't take long for him to come, but I didn't mind; he'd never felt such an expert mouth, and I was more than ready to suck the last bits of sweet and salty cum from his tip and swallow every drop. Honestly I think prolonging sex is much overrated; it's more fun not to fight your body every step of the way. 

He laid back on the bed, sweaty and exhausted; but I stood up and shoved my crotch in his face, making it clear that we were most certainly not done yet. He nodded, and rolled over, the same cute little ass I'd caught glimpses of in the locker room now presented before me for my consumption. 

I thanked my lucky stars that I had kept a bottle of lube under my bed; normally it was just a redundancy in masturbation, but today it would mark the difference between victory and defeat. Dirk seemed to enjoy tremendously my fumbled attempts to apply the lube to his tight little hole; for me it was more the anticipation of what was about to come.

I tore off my jeans and boxers as if they were parasites upon my skin; by now I was sporting a pulsating erection that knew exactly what it wanted, and that it most certainly wanted it now. I slapped on another coat of lube, then climbed on top of my high school buddy, who by now was holding tightly onto the bedposts and mewling with delight.

I have to admit it was actually a bit of a struggle penetrating him; either I was a little too wide or he was a little too tight. I had to shove in bursts, with every half-inch gained just making me that more frustrated and horny. I'm fucking him, and I can't actually fuck him? This was not how it was going to happen!

But finally, finally, I managed to shove my cock all the way inside him; he let out a yelp, then moaned softly as I slowly pulled back. We alternated this same motion for awhile, pushing quickly, pulling slowly, until finally I couldn't take it anymore. I exploded into a rush of rapid thrusts; Dirk cried out loud in a sharp falsetto. I was a piston, pumping in an engine, throttling up to maximum horsepower. 

And then, with a loud moan from me and a soft one from him, it was done; I felt my cum spurting out of me like water from a hose, and then my body gave out under me. I collapsed on top of him, panting and sweating. 

After a long silence, Dirk finally rolled me over, then stood up, tore off the rest of his clothes, and reached for the light switch. I was too exhausted to do anything but lay there and moan. "Kent..." he whispered as he climbed back into bed, "thanks. We should do this again sometime."



Rebound



My story is nothing new, like most girls who used to be boys I knew from an early age that I was different to all my school friends. My dad was a thug of a man, who enjoyed the physical battle of the rugby pitch as much as the post match booze up, but I took after the mother who died giving birth to me. Oh tried to be the sort of little boy my dad wanted, but being small and lightly built I was never going to captain England in the six nations, or be the strapping chip off the old block he wanted. He was very much a man's man, while I from about as far back as I can remember I used to go to sleep at night wishing I would wake up next morning as a girl! 

Puberty was for me a very unpleasant happening. While all my friends became inordinately excited by girls I was finding myself fantasising about boys! They say your school years are the best in your life, but that was not my experience, because for me it was hell. Looking back at those years now all I can recall is having the shit kicked out of me, but somehow I survived and even managed to leave with a few qualifications to my name! Confused and twisted up about being clearly male, yet feeling like I should have been a girl I shocked everybody and did what my dad wanted and joined the Para's! I felt sure that if anything could cure me of my feminine urges it was the Army. No longer would I fantasise being a pretty girl in the arms of her boyfriend, the Para's would make me a man!

Basic training was putting it simply hell, but like school I survived it and when I got my red beret and stitched my jump wings on my uniform for the first time in my life I felt proud of myself. I spent five good years in the Para's, but even after seeing combat in Afghanistan and Iraq army life did nothing to dent my child dreams of femininity or my conflicted gender and sexuality issues. Completing my enlistment as a platoon sergeant, I left the military for a university degree course paid for by her majesty. 

I liked University life although after the forces it was a very different lifestyle, and it did not take long for student life to tell on my body. When I left the para's I was a sold 14 stone of shaven headed hardened muscle, with a pocket sized Charles Atlas physique and the fitness levels of an Olympic athlete, but with in a year I was still very fit, but down to a shade over ten stone, with hair past my shoulders. Spending the summers working with deprived kids, I went back for my final year seriously considering doing a PGCE when I graduated, and going into teaching, until I got talking to Andy and at very much the wrong time. I had just got a letter from a mate in Iraq, telling me that my two best mates since basic training had been killed in Basra, and I was raising a glass or six in their memory when we got talking.

I had seen him in the pub before and knew he gay, as he made no secret of it. Anyway I was sat at the bar intent on getting hammered when he walked in alone and recognising me he joined me at the bar and said hello. Reading something in my face he asked if I was okay and before I knew it we were chatting, or rather he was. If I had not had quite so much to drink I would have realised he was trying to chat me up, and although he did slow things right down few minutes after I told him that I was an ex-para once he realised I was not going to plant him he stepped things up a gear. 

Oer the next week or so Andy carefully sounded me out and although it was nothing overt, he was clearly getting more and more confident in my company, and began to invaded my personal space. Ever since I left the Para's my long restrained desires to be a girl had been getting stronger, but until I met Andy my main outlet was wearing women's underwear and hanging in tranny chat rooms on my PC.

We had been meeting over a couple of drinks for a week or so, and one evening sat at a quiet table in the shadows of the bar I asked him blushing a little. "Erm look Andy, this is all kind of strange for me, but can I ask you a question?"

"Shoot!" He grinned.

"Um are you trying to chat me up?"

I could see my question had surprised him but he still said looking me straight in the eyes. "Er, well, yeah I am." Andy said gently. "You are with out doubt the cutest thing I've seen in an age and would like to see where things go?" 

Oh shit! I thought, "Now what?" I'm not gay, but he was great company and I knew I wanted to spend more time with him. But how?

Seeing that he had embarrassed me Andy again backed off, until we got on to women when he joked that the only sort of girlfriend of interest to him would be a shemale one! He must have read my face because he laughed and said, toasting me with his beer, "You like 'em too, huh?" 

I blushed a little and nodded.

"Oh I know loads of girls like that!" He grinned, "From the completely convincing to girls who look like men in skirts!"

Although it was not obvious he was quickly building a picture of me, and when he eventually suggested we went to his place to watch a shemale porn movie I said yes.

Walking back to his off flat the fresh air mixed with the drink loosened my tongue and I was agreeing with him that it was amazing to think that such hot girls began life as someones son. 

"Hell looking at some of them," I giggled "You'd never know what they are until you got inside their knickers!"

"Have you ever been with a t-girl?" Andy asked.

"Me, god no!"

Andy gave me a grin and added. "What about a bloke?"

I blushed and made an unintelligible sound that Andy correctly interpreted as a no, before saying. "That's a pity, because I think you're cute."

Have you ever actually felt the sensation of having the world freeze around you? Well that's how I felt when he said I was cute! I know a real para, active or retired would have decked him for such a comment, but it just gave me the collywobbels as I managed to stammer, "Thanks for the complement but that's not really my scene!"

It could have ended there but I foolishly looked at him, with a feminine prospective and realised that he was an inordinately attractive bloke. Six two, well built and very manly Andy had male model looks combined with impeccable manners and a razor sharp mind!

In the depths of my mind my conscience was telling me "Run this is wrong," but captivated by his animal magnetism there was an equally vocal part of my mind was telling me to go along with him.

He lived in a smart modern development down by the quayside and his home was very much a man's place. There was washing up in the sink, bits of a car engine on the table and a huge wide screen telly with all the toys!

"Um... Look Andy I've never done this before, or even told anyone that I like shemale porn until tonight?" 

"Chill man!" Andy said, "I'm cool about it. Hell I like the same stuff because for me nothing beats a hot looking tart with big tits and a little cock, getting well fucked by a stud! Here, take a butchers at this?" Slipping a DVD in to the player Andy looked up at me sat uncomfortably on the sofa, asking. "Beer?"

"Yeah." I nodded, promising myself that I'd have the one beer, watch a little porn and then go home. As he stood up he brushed my arm as he pulled a couple of can from under the sofa, and the faint touch felt electric! 

There was no messing about on the DVD, as it began with two girls making out on a bed, panning back the camera revealed that both girls had been boys, and as the scene built up I felt my cock getting hard in my pants. 

"Gasping, "Fuck me?" I watched as both tranny's got spit roasted, by two hugely endowed 'performers'.

"Yeah!" Andy laughed, "Wouldn't you like to be in that guys boots?"

"Yeah, not much plot, but what the hell?" I giggled.

"Who cares about the plot, those two don't," Andy grinned, his hand accidental on purposely running over my thigh as he laughed, "Shit man, why can't I meet a bird like that?" He nodded to the telly were the blonde tranny was getting fucked doggy style.

I was an ex-Para with a bloke who fancied me watching a very hot transsexual porno! Obviously I knew the tranny's in the flick were, 'performers' who had likely made the money to alter themselves doing much worse than the hot and sticky sex scenes we were watching, but despite that I envied them... Jesus I would have given my right arm to have been like them. Sensitive to my mood, I heard him chuckle lightly and comment, noticing my bulging pants.

"I knew when I first saw you at the start of term that you'd really like this?"

My cock was like a ramrod in my pants, and I am sure I could hear the denim of my jeans straining to contain it. I felt myself going red as I gave Andy a surreptitious glance and saw him looking hungrily at the bulge in my pants. I felt scared, humiliated and yet oddly turned on as much by his attention as the movie.

"Good eh?" He grinned.

I nodded aware that his pants were as tight as mine, but I could not bring myself to really say anything more than, "yeah!" What else could I say? The film was a 'fuck and suck' fest so any attempt to discuss the plot or character development was a non starter as there wasn't any! Then I made my biggest mistake yet. 

I looked into his hypnotic eyes, and saw that Andy really was a hot looking bloke who could have stepped from my dreams! Sensitive to my mood, he gave me a gentle grin and said, "Relax, and don't worry, I'll go slow, just trust me okay?"

Oh shit! 

I knew exactly what he was going to do, he was going to kiss me, I could see it in his eyes as he lent towards me... I did not want it, I was a Para for gods sake... but I did and I felt my head nodding as he kissed me lightly on the lips. 

Oh god it felt nice, and Andy knew it, so he kissed me again and this time he did not mess about! It was a hard full on smacker right on my lips and this time I responded. It was like time stood still until he stopped and lifted his lips from mine asking with a smile. "Did you like that honey?"

Honey! I felt my guts twisting but his eyes held me like a rabbit it a gun sight, as I nodded unable to stop myself pulling him close for another kiss. When I had kissed women in the past it had never felt quite right to me, but with Andy... wow it was perfect!

His tongue was in my mouth, and I was like putty in his hands, and I could feel his hard cock pressing into me as we necked like teenagers on his sofa! With out breaking his kiss I felt his hand on my cock and oh my god did it feel good!

Sensing my positive reaction, Andy upped the stakes, and with his tongue still dominating my mouth I felt his hand flick the button of my jeans open, and then the zipper slid down! I felt like I was going to cum as his hand slipped inside my jeans!

Oh Shit! 

I was wearing panties! I was so wrapped up with his kisses and presence that I had forgotten I was wearing a pair of silky satin French knickers... 

"Sweet!" He grinned lifting his lips from my gazing at me with captivating look in his sex charged eyes! "I knew you'd like this!" 

Jesus he had a million watt smile!

"God I must have seen you a dozens of times in the pub before I plucked up the courage to speak to you, and I knew there was something about you which turned me on?" He laughed, "And now I know what it was!"

I must have gone white or something, because Andy quickly added. "Don't worry, sweetie I won't hurt you but my those panties must be a little tight what with that sexy little hard-on of yours. How about I take them off and let your clitty lose?"

Clitty?

Andy must have seen my face because he whispered tenderly peppering my lips and neck with his lips and tongue, "Oh you sweetie, they are lovely and inside such loveliness can only lurk a sexy little t-girls clitty's, honey?"

He called me a t-girl for the first time and it made me feel wonderful... I must have sounded like I was strangling when I stuttered blushing brightly, "Oh my god, okay but please take it easy Andy, I.. I've never done anything like this, and I'm a little scared?"

"Shush babe, relax I'll go as easy as you want and it will be fine... just trust me okay?"

I nodded and said in a shaky tone, "Yeah okay but safe sex and all that?"

"Oh don't worry honey I've condoms, and will take care of you and see that its safe."

I realised what we had just said and I knew I had to go through with this now!

Andy gave me a grin and said, "Calm down honey, this will be fun, and you don't know how good it makes me feel to know that I will be your first!" 

"Um... er?" I blushed and then admitted, "I've thought about a few times, well more than a few to be honest, but never taken things further even though I do so envy the t-girls?" 

"Oh wow! You'd like to be like that?" He nodded to the telly, "A 'chick with a dick'?" 

I nodded burning with shame. "Um, yeah... I like to dress as a girl, and have often dreamed of becoming a shemale, with blonde hair and big tits?"

"Well you've come to the right place then!" Andy grinned sliding my jeans down my legs... "And shaven legs?"

I blushed even more, as he added, "God you are so cute honey! Now sit back and let me make you feel really really good!"

Giving me one his captivating smiles, I sat back and the next thing I knew he was giving me a blow job! Hell did it feel good. It felt better than good, and as I floated in a world of sexual pleasure, I asked myself why anyone one would chose a woman, when blokes like Andy were as available! Obviously I had been with women in the past, mainly to show I had the 'right stuff' to my army mates, but those women paled in comparison to this... Andy's mouth was somehow so much better! After floating in bliss filled world for what felt like an aeon, I could feel the need to cum building as I gasped and moaned. "Oh my fucking god Andy... please for gods sake let me cum!"

If my old Para mates could see me now, begging the hunk of a man blowing my cock to make me cum I knew they would disown me, but fuck them! This was like the best sexual experience I had ever had and I was not going to let something like thinking of them bring it to an end as I begged Andy to bring me off!

Slipping my cock from his mouth Andy grinned up at me and said, "No honey, not yet... just trust me please sweetie."

His grin was like heroin, I would do anything to see that look on his face, hell I would even let him fuck me up the arse... Which was just what he had in mind! Giving my cock a last lingering lick, he slipped back on the sofa and said holding up a tube of 'silk' sexual lubricant. "I have this," adding with a very boyish lopsided smile. "Don't you think its high time I unburdened you of your virginity sweetheart?"

I felt my stomach sink like a stone as I said, "A.. Andy I'm not sure if I ready this?"

"Course you are babe." Andy grinned up at me with his eyes hitting me the full force of his 1000 watt charm as he pulled me on to the rug beside him, "And so am I, look see?" He jumped to his feet and shucked off his pants revealing his hard thick hairy cock as he rejoining me. Holding my eyes with his he took hold of my hand and placed it on his cock.

My eyes were like dinner plates at the sight of it, and I almost came as I felt it in my hand. Other than my own I had never handled another man's cock in my life, and I felt giddy with excitement at how sensual it felt! Hard, yet soft and warm against my palm I gently explored its shape and form hearing Andy chuckle, "Mm your hand feels so nice nice honey... Now are you going to give me your virginity?"

I could not stop myself nodding, "Yes." 

"Mm, so you want to feel my cock?" Andy was grinning at me like the Cheshire cat

I could not speak more than the odd word, and gasped, "Yes!" His grin got all the wider, as I eventually managed to make myself say in a voice thick with desire, "Oh Jesus Andy, I cannot believe just how hot this is!"

"Sweetie, if you this this is hot and just wait until we get to the main event... Now why don't you give Master Andrew a kiss?"

"What?" I gasped, "Kiss you cock?"

"Yeah... I've given you one, now its time for my 'girl' to reciprocate!"

I felt like I was going to burn in hell when I heard myself saying. "Okay." My head felt like it was going to explode with pent up sexual frustration as I leaned over his lap and gently kissed his big purple cock head. Since I did not burst into flames, I tentatively moved my lips over the head flecking it with lots of tiny kisses, and feeling even bolder as Andy let out a low groan of pleasure I slipped it into my mouth.

His cock had a sexually exciting texture that combined with his musky manly scent that I found an intense turn on. Recalling what Andy had done to me, I hesitantly curled my tongue around his cock which made him sigh loudly with pleasure as he gasped, "Oh Jesus babes, you're wasted boy! You really are a natural cocksucker!"

Babe! Andy called me a babe and from that second any reluctance I might have felt evaporated, like the morning mist, as he said, "Lie back and lift your knees... Yeah that's my girl... Shit you look so fucking hot babes!" 

I heard him squirt the lube on his hand and then he touched my butt! Whispering sweet nothings in my ears, Andy said, "Shush relax and enjoy, I'm not going to hurt you?" As I felt his large blunt fingers rubbing the lube round my arse, but when he tried to ease a finger inside me I almost leapt off the floor. Andy must have guessed that I was nervous and chuckled, "I said relax honey, we have all night?" Rolling round so he was laid down beside me Andy was well and truly in the driving seat, and he knew it as he again ravished my lips, as he continued to finger me. 

After an indeterminate time, it could have been five minutes or five hours for all I knew, I felt a very strange sensation in my tail as he eased a finger into me. As we continued to kiss the finger he was fucking me with was joined by a second and then a third. God it felt good, to be touched and possessed in such an intimate way... and before long he had me panting, moaning and begging him for something more than his fingers! 

He was not hung like the stud from the porno that was still playing on the telly, but to me as he rolled a condom over his cock, it looked huge and I moaned, "Andy please, be gentle... I fucking love this but please don't hurt me?"

"Shush honey, I'm going to take things slowly and make you cum like you have never cum before, now relax, lie back and spread your legs for me?" Andy chuckled between kisses as he lifted my legs and positioned his cock against my arse. With just the genteelest of pressure he began to push into me, and I felt myself gazing up at him as he eased even deeper inside me.

"Yeah," he encouraged, "That's a good girl... Once I get the head in the rest is easy... and then babes you'll really find out how good sex can be! 

All the while he kept that same gentle pressure up and I felt his cock slipping into me millimetre by millimetre! Oh my god did it feel good... there was just enough pain to add spice to the moment, but not enough to cause any discomfort, and then as he sensed me slipping into bliss he thrust his cock deep inside me! For a moment I thought I was going to scream in pain, and then it felt amazing as his cock introduced me to a feeling that was mind bogglingly complex and seemingly directly wired to the part of mind that controls both pain and pleasure. It was like every pleasure receptor in my whole body had been turned on at once making me moan with unbridled lust! 

All of a sudden I felt his pubic hair, tickling my cheeks as he embedded himself completely inside my body! 

"There," Andy groaned, "I'm sunk to the nuts in side you," and then he pumped his hips, sending me into sexual orbit again!

"Fuck Andy, my god... I never knew it felt this good!" He pumped his hips again, making me babble, "Oh my god, oh my god... I never guessed it would feel this good."




Rebound



Taking my sex crazed babble as permission to continue Andy began to pump his hips in a slow but steady rhythm as his cock slipped up and down inside me like a piston... Oh god it felt good, better than being with a woman by a mile!

I felt the words but not the meaning as I begged, moaned and cried, "Fuck me Andy, please fuck me... Make me your woman!"

"To right honey!" Andy chuckled again ravishing my lips, as he began to fuck me with the same intensity that the stud fucked the t-girl in the film! 

I felt my arms almost of their own accord winding round Andy neck as he took my virginity holding him close as he chuckled between kisses. "How do you like being fucked honey, does it feel good?".

I could not answer him, and responded by making the same sounds as the t-girls on the telly. His cock was touching something inside of me and he knew it, when I moaned. "Fuck me," in a tone that was charged with unbridled lust. 

"Mm, I see my girl is enjoying her first fuck?"

All of a sudden I screamed with joy as I started cumming and when Andy sensed it his thrusting hip stepped up a gear, and as his breathing went ragged, he began to cum deep inside me! 

"Oh my fucking god, that feels so nice." I cried out before all I could do was moan, " Oh god, oh god that's good!" As I felt his cock throbbing as he filled the condom with his cum. It was a wild, heady feeling and I felt like my entire body was exploding inside my head!

Any idea's I had about denying my feminine side vanished, and I did not want to moment to end... Ever. Eventually his cock began to subside, and as he eased it from my body, I let out a low moan of disappointment, as I sobbed, "Oh my god Andy... that was amazing... when can we do it again?"

"Will you be my girl?" Andy chuckled with a sly grin on his face. "My sexy, girlfriend?"

"Do that to me again, and I'll be who ever you want, just please do it again... soon?" I could hear the begging in my tones, which made him laugh.

"Have you ever been truly dressed as a girl?"

I could not stop myself telling him my sordid dreams and desires, along with my boyhood crossdressing and the contents of my wardrobe at home.

"Mm, I cannot wait to see them babes, now here's what I'm thinking. I need a girlfriend for formal engagements but I don't really like girls but I do really like you. So how about you start acting and dressing like your mine and lets see how far things go." He hit me that captivating smile, "Because I can see a lot of fun for us if we get together?"

"Me to!" I breathlessly giggled.

"Did you like being fucked like a girl?"

"Oh yes, Andy, I loved being fucked like a girl?"

His eyes lit up with delight as he asked, "Can I take it then that I am now you boyfriend honey?"

"Oh fuck yes, Andy." I giggled, "You are my boyfriend!"

"Good girl!" He grinned, "And you are going to be my girlfriend?"

"You mean like as a full-time t-girl for you wearing girls clothes, make up and all the rest?"

Andy grinned and nodded saying, "And getting you hair done, a few piercings, ears and navel?" 

"I... I don't know. That's a big step for me, Andy."

Not as big as the one you just took babes!" Andy grinned, telling me as we cuddled on his fur rug what he had in mind and the sort of girl he wanted. He was deliberately using blunt lewd terms as he spoke, teasing from me the dark, kinky desires that flourished in my mind. As I told him what he wanted to know, Andy slipped his stiffening cock back inside me again, before saying with a lilt in his voice. "My girlfriend gets to have my cock whenever she wants it... so what do you say?"

The desires I had controlled for all most of my life slipped from my mouth as I bared myself before him. All of my suppressed feelings came out unchecked as Andy became the waking embodiment of every fantasy that I had ever had. His cock was hitting that place inside of me again, and as I started moaning in an even more uninhibited tone, and gurgled, "Yes, yes yes!" As his cock began to stroke my G spot!

Knowing just what he was doing to me Andy grinned, and his expression demolished what little self control I had left.

Panting, "Well?" As he pumped inside of me, "Are you be my girlfriend?" I groaned and if he had told me that I would have to get my nuts chopped off I would have signed up there and then!

"Yes Andy, but how I'm still at university, I have friends and a life, but I want this and you, but how can I do this?"

"Shush!" He grinned, "I'm sure we'll work something out, because I know it will be a few months before you will be ready to be my girlfriend in public, and once you have your degree then you can become my full time girl?" 

The whole time he spoke his cock was fucking me, and I felt a giddy heady sensation when I realised that with in a year I would likely have a pair of boobs bouncing on my chest when we did this! "Yes Andy, of fuck yes... I'm your girl!" Questions suddenly clamoured in my head as I asked, "But why me?"

Andy laughed, "Why you... that's easy ever since I saw you what this time last year slowly shedding yourself of your muscles and growing your hair I found myself fancing you. Shit some might say it was love or lust at first sight!"

I could not comment past an unintelligible moaning because Andy picked up the pace of his pumping and I felt my self being catapulted back into a mindless bliss of riding on his cock!

"And as for this honey, I'll give you all the cock you can handle, and I know you're going to love it as much as you'll come to love me?" As he spoke his breathing got very ragged and when he said, "Love me," his cock again began to throb with ejaculation inside me!

Cumming together for a second time I was crying, "Oh Andy, I already love how your cock makes me feel and I think I love you?" 

"Mm, good girl so you should, after all?" He teased, "I am your boyfriend!"

Laid there in that post coital haze feeling like Andy was sunk even deeper inside me I felt like stars were exploding in my head as he hugged me close and said, "I have lost of friends in the TV and TS scene, who I'll introduce you to and let them work their magic. Trust me sweetheart you'll be blown away by how good they can make you look!"

No longer quite sure of what I was saying, I babbled, "If that was just a sample then I'm going to love being your girlfriend!" Feeling his manhood diminishing inside me I moaned with disappointment as he pulled out of me and held me close. I was still floating in a happy daze, as we kissed for what felt like an age, adoring every sensation, especially the sensual burning feeling from my arse or "pussy" as Andy teasingly called it, and I liked the term it made me feel ever more girlie to think that I had one.

After a while, Andy gazed down at me with that 100 watt smile of his, and said. "An ex of mine left some of her stuff in the bottom draw of my clothing draws in my bedroom, go find something sexy and get ready for bed?" His grin widened slightly, "While I go find us a nightcap?" 

"Mm, yes Andy." I simpered, as he let me go, and slapping my tender ass, pointed me in the right direction. Having fucked me twice in ninety minutes I was feeling kind of sore, but that just added to the sensation of the moment.

The bottom draw was stuffed with sexy things, and after all of 30 seconds deliberation I found a powder blue satin chemise nightdress that felt wonderfully erotic as it caressed my skin when I slipped into his bed and awaited my lover. Any hopes that we might do it again, quickly faded when he crawled into bed beside me and with in minutes began to snore! I guess I lay there in the dark, wondering if I had done the right thing, but no matter how I looked at it, I knew that this was the life I was meant for, and eventually fell asleep.

Next morning I woke with a start. Andy's heavy arm was over my body with one of his meaty paws resting on my chest. For a moment I shit myself I realising I was in bed with a bloke... and that my arse was burning with a deeply erotic ache that radiating up my spine. Paralysed with contradictory emotions as the memories of what had happened last night filtered into my mind I oscillated between the depths of self disgust and the heady delights of self discovery. I felt ashamed and invigorated about finding out after all my years of fantasy that I loved getting shagged! 

As I swung between polar opposites, Andy was waking and hugging me close I felt his 'morning glory' pressing against my satin covered back, and it felt wonderful! We must have been there for a while but weirdly time did not seem to exist, and then he flopped on to his back groaning as he mumbled in a sleepy tone, "Morning honey," and added demandingly, "Coffee."

Slipping from our little love nest I padded in to the kitchen feeling both shocked and delighted to find I was wearing a nightdress! It felt wonderfully erotic to have the short satin skirt of my nightdress caressing my skin as fetched our coffee, and I had a very silly smile on my face when I rejoined him in bed a few minutes later.

"Mm, coffee, Well, well?" Andy grinned pulling me into a hug and a kiss, "Am I pleased to find that last night was not dream." 

I giggled, and said feeling embarrassed by his expression, "Me to Andy."

His hand ran down my back as he asked in a tender tone, "Not to sore?"

I blushed as his thick finger gently goosed my arse, and whispered, "Oh no!" 

"Mm!" Andy crooned, leaning forwards to kiss me again, as his hand ran lightly back up my spine until he was running his fingers through my hair. "And are you going to be a good girlfriend and give your man a morning kiss while I enjoy my coffee?" 

"Girlfriend?" The word rattled round my head, and I could not hide the shiver of delight that filled me when I realised that I apparently now had a boyfriend! Although he phrased it as a question there was no denying his meaning as he gently pulled my hair forcing me down his body until I was face to face with his semi stiff cock.

Under the covers the scent of him was over powering and it was like a switch in my head was flicked on. It never even figured in my mind about how totally twisted my life had become I was sucking his manhood like a nicotine junkie sucks on the first cigarette of the day! 

"Yeah, that's it show me what a cocksucker you are bitch!" Andy grunted, and his crude language instead of humiliating me, sent me wild... I wanted to be his bitch, his cocksucking cum slut, but most of all I wanted to be his girl... and he knew it as he chuckled through his gasps, "Hold tight babe, 'coz there he blows!" as cum splashed in to my mouth! 

Pulling me off his cock before I could clean him up, Andy possessively kissed me, replacing his cock with his tongue as he tried to lick my tonsils, before flopping back and saying with a sated smirk, "Now that's what I call a wake up!"

I blushed still tasting his cum on my tongue as I sheepishly grinned at him, stuttering with embarrassment about my sluttish behaviour, "Glad to be of service lover."

Sensing my embarrassment, he ran a finger under my chin and smiled, sheepishly looking a little embarrassed as he asked with a silly grin, "Um... I forgot to ask last night what's your femme name?"

"Diane?" I said blushing.

"Diane... I like that babes!" Andy said with a pleased look in his eyes. Waiting until we finished our coffee's before he added, "Go have a shower sweetheart and I'll find you something pretty to wear." He gave me a friendly smile, "To put you in the right frame of mind?"

"For what?" I asked.

"To talk about where our relationship is going." Andy said simply.

When I came out of the shower Andy was no where to be seen but on the bed was a black knee length straight skirt with a side split to mid thigh, a red sleeveless top, with a matching set of red and black lace lingerie, shimmering hold up barely black stockings and a pair of girls strappy sandals with a two inch or so heel. My hands were shaking like crazy as I stepped into the panties, and fastened the bra around my chest. Although the bra felt wonderful I could not help feeling a little disappointed when I saw the empty bra cups and as I could not bare the idea of just leaving them empty I racked my brain until it occurred to me to stuff the cups with loo ro11, which made me look much more like the person I wanted to be! Having ruined more than a few pairs of stockings over the last year or two, I was very careful as I rolled the stockings up my legs, and admired my reflection in the mirror.

It did not occur to me that the clothes fitted me perfectly, given that I was not particularly feminine in shape, being a shade under 5'8 and around 150lbs, I loved how I looked! Captivated by my own image I hardly took my eyes off myself as I slipped the skirt up my legs and after a little bit of a struggle fastened it about my waist. God it felt good against my nylon covered legs, and it only got better when I slipped the top over my head! I looked pretty good from the neck down in the outfit, and the shoes did wonders for my legs! 

By the time I was dressed and as ready as I was likely to be Andy was in the shower. To the sound of the water, I spent the time learning how to walk in the heels! I need the practice as the last pair of high heels I wore were my mothers years before! Strutting up and down watching myself I slowly worked out how to walk smoothly and eventually felt confident enough to twirl round at the end of each 'run' up and down the bedroom, adoring how my skirt flared out ever so slightly as I turned. To be honest I could have done that all day, but by now my 'boyfriend' was waiting and I felt a shiver of excitement when he called from the bathroom, "Hey Diane, bring me a towel will you honey? They are in the linen hamper by the bedroom door?" 

I fetched him a towel giggling lightly to myself at the clicking of my heels on his polished wooden floor. Tapping on the bathroom door, I hesitantly waked in and found him stark naked in the shower stall. Given that he had fucked me silly the night before, and started the day by blowing him this was the first time I had really seen him and I was not disappointed! 

Andy was around six foot tall, and although not overly muscled he had a well defined physique that could only have come from many hours in a gym. His handsome face was dominated by his captivating grey eyes and full eyebrows under his closely cropped dark brown hair. As we looked at each other I saw in his eyes an expression which probably mirrored mine, because he was an astonishingly handsome man who radiated a masculine confidence in himself, that overwhelmed me. Blushing like a schoolgirl I handed him towel feeling a sensual yearning for his body! 

"Thanks honey!" Andy said with a pleased smile at my changed appearance, as he stepped from the shower stall and vigorously dried himself off! Stood beside him I felt a giddy wave of pure joy when I saw that in the low heels, Andy was still a good four or five inches taller than me. 

"Go fix us another brew babes!" Andy said giving my arse a tap, and after I had done as he asked I waited for him in the lounge, suffering from the giggles as I watched myself trying to cross my legs and tilt my head in that come on girlish way! Unable to take my eyes off my reflection I felt a little foolish, until I heard him approach and the sense of foolishness evaporated as giddily told myself, "Here comes my boyfriend."

Ever since puberty I've been attracted to men in many ways far more than women, but until last night my inhibitions had held me back from acting on my desires. That was no longer the case, and when Andy walked in most of my inhibitions had fled, and those that remained were fighting a losing battle as I smiled up at 'my' man with the kind of look I had never before given a male!

All he was wearing was a robe, that left very little to the imagination but even if he had been dressed in rags Andy would still have been a gorgeous hunk! Knowing that I was this prefect man's girlfriend gave me a mind blowing thrill as just looking at him had my cock fighting against my panties confinement! I felt my heart beginning to race as he joined me and it was clear from the light in his eyes that he was pleased with what he saw! So much so that his cock started to rise tenting the front of his robe, in a way that gave me the collywobbles!

Grinning I stood up and spun around asking. "What do you think?"

"I love it," he said, adding with a naughty grin as he slumped onto the settee, "And you look sexy as hell in that outfit!"

I hardly heard him all I could see was his cock sticking out his robe, and licking my lips hungrily I could not stop myself kneeling in front of him and giving him a long blow job! As his cock swelled and stiffened in my mouth it felt hyper erotic before he chuckled, "Mm, I knew the moment I saw you that you just had to be a cocksucking cum addict babes!"

Even though blowing him had been mind bogglingly erotic from the first time I blew him, every other time I had given him head it had been accompanied by as sense of self disgust, but not this time as I felt a heady buzz of control as I taught myself how to make him squirm, and squirm he did until he emptied his nuts for the second time in less that two hours!

Grinning down at me licking his cock clean Andy said. "Seeing you down there looking after your boyfriend make me think you'll really like your new position Diane?"

"Mm." I mumbled round his cock.

"Because you're my girlfriend, and I am something of a traditionalist when it comes to who wears the trousers, so I won't be having any of that feminist crap about equality from you."

I nodded, still more interested in worshipping his cock as he told me how I would have to get used to looking good and doing as I was told, as I took care of him sexually, socially and domestically. Andy was completely honest with me as he made it clear that as his girlfriend I would learn to love submitting to his every whim. 

In between discussing the future we spent the whole weekend fucking and sucking, which left me sated and wrung out like an old dish cloth by the time I got home late on Sunday evening. Andy was all for me going all the way all at once, but I managed to talk him out pointing out that I was so close to passing my degree that I had to cross that hurdle before I could contemplate going 24/7 as Diane. Obviously Andy was not keen on the idea but respected my wishes, at least at first. Little by little he pushed me towards adopting a more feminine style even when I was still more boy than girl. I began to live for the weekend most of which were spent at first in his spacious flat until after six weeks or so he had me out and about in public as his girl. At first it was a little embarrassing to hear him introduce me as his 'girlfriend,' but as I became more confident I even found myself describing him as 'my' boyfriend! Not that we had much time together at first because with my exam revision, and getting my project in on time I was buried under a mountain of work but with his usual bossiness Andy claimed what little free time I had, insisting that I spent it with him. 

Ever since we met, Andy slowly increased his control over me. It was nothing overt at first, but as the weeks became months he slowly nudged me into becoming completely dependent on him. As much as I hate to admit it, I did not make it very hard for him as he first began to direct how I dressed. With in a week of him taking my virginity I had double pierced ears and a navel ring, and I willingly went along with everything he wanted. Beginning as a sex play early in our relationship Andy introduced me to BDSM. He liked sexual roll play scenarios in which he played the Master and I the slave girl and every other stereotypical submissively feminine roll. I spent many a happy weekend dressed and behaving as his maid, or his slut before he upped the anti again and introduced me to a doctor friend of his who just happened to be a gender specialist. The doctor was a nice enough bloke, who gave me an intimate and extensive examination which resulted in me being prescribed hormones a month or so before I sat my finals. 




Rebound



By the time I graduated Andy felt confident enough that I would not refuse when he booked me into a beauty salon for a top to toe make over that made it impossible for me to continue living as a bloke! It was supposedly a post exam treat and although deep down I knew it was not how I wanted to look I let the stylist, dye my hair blonde, and give me a high maintenance hair style that took me ages to take care of. My finger nails were given extensions and painted a glossy red and my eyebrows were shaped into a pair pair of highly arched thin lines all of which made me look more like a high class hooker, than a ballistics engineering graduate. 

Whether Andy had something on the doctor or not I don't know, but he quickly ramped up my medication until the hormones and what ever else was in the pills and injections I was being given started to mess with my mind. What ever the reason for it, my scripts were not sent to me but Andy, who made a song and dance about giving the to me. I would have to wear my maids uniform and crawl to his feet where he would feed me my pills, never telling me what they were or what they would do to me. 

Until Andy talked me into taking the hormones, sex games aside our relationship pretty much followed the traditional pattern. Andy made the decisions but one the hormones began to mess with my head, it was not difficult for him to convince me that I was to emotionally unstable to 'take care' of my finances and that I should let him manage my various accounts. Perhaps more than anything else this made me his pawn, and once he had me living as his girlfriend 24/7 things happened very quickly. 

I almost rebelled when he took me to a tattooist and got roses 'tramp stamped' in the small of my back, but by then I was already to far gone. Only day after I graduated, I moved in with Andy, and I spent the next six months, being fed nothing but cock, vitamins and lots of hormones which resulted in him making me his sex slave and once he had all it took was a trip to Thailand to demolish what little male identity I had left with extensive surgical feminisation. I expected a nice pair of C cups when I went in for my implants and came out with a pair of oversized for my body breasts! While I was there my face and throat were surgically feminised and I was rendered completely impotent as he got the doctors to remove what was left of my hormone crippled testicles! 

When we got back he put me to work, as a high class, and very submissive call girl! In less than three years he had turned me from a decorated ex-paratrooper and university graduate into a whore! 

I probably would still be one now if Andy had not gone and killed himself after a drunken bender smashing the BMW M3 I bought him working on my back! 

What with getting straight, and getting over losing him it took me a long time to find myself, but like school and the para's I survived and eventually came to terms with everything. So here I am a 32 year old transsexual with no identity other than the one he created for me. Oh and I was also rather well off, as once the dust from the accident settled, it turned out that as I was the only beneficiary of his estate I was actually a rather wealthy young woman. Finishing the job he started involved another trip to Thailand, but the pain and discomfort was worth in to feel truly complete. May be one day I'll find someone to settle down with, but for now I'll play the field and you know something, I'm actually happy.

The End.

2008.



Rebound



It's strange looking back on my life. I'm not sure I ever would have seen myself here; not even in my wildest dreams. As a small child I saw Jenna as a little sister. As a teen she was simply one of my best friends. In my early twenties she was my lover then the mother of my children. Now...now she is the bitch who walked out on me, leaving me with a traumatized four year old suffering from severe separation anxiety. The woman makes me insane. I don't know what I would do if I ever ran into her again. I think that I would be torn between strangling her and fucking her with all the intense passion of a starving man before a feast. The girl is absolutely irresistible. It's not just me; I have seen the way others look at her. Even woman can't help but stare half the time. She's beautiful to be sure but it's more than that. There is just something about her that makes a man feel as if his must have her at all costs. I think it is that she knows exactly how sexy she is and just doesn't give a damn. God, I don't know...just thinking about it is driving me mad...

Zeke sat in the café letting his thoughts wander back to the girl who not only torn out his heart but spit on it as well before walking out of his life without even a shred of regret. No, he shook his head. She had loved him; he knew this without a doubt. He also knew that she had her reasons for what she did. That didn't make it hurt any less. She was weak he thought bitterly. She couldn't handle her pain so she dumped it in his lap. He dropped his head miserably into lifeless hands. Why couldn't he have just a moment to feel happy again? Would he spend the rest of his life in despair unable to heal?

Ashley Sky had noticed him from across the room. She had been appraising him for nearly five minutes now. He had a strong jaw, a long well muscled body with fine black hair that fell unkempt across his forehead. Overall, she thought, extremely attractive. Her slender body rose, gliding across the room toward him.

"Hello." Came the cool clear voice, "Mind if I join you?

Zeke looked up into the crystalline blue eyes of a tall blonde. "Not at all." His voice sounded distant, detached yet somehow intrigued.

"I was watching you from across the room. You looked as though you might enjoy some company."

"Really?" he intoned, vaguely amused by the sheer idea of enjoying small talk with a stranger.

"I'm Ashley."

"New in town." His tone left her unsure whether he was asking her a question or making a simple statement. She chose to treat it as a question.

"Yes; I moved here last week." He was looking out the window seeing something that was not there. She kept speaking as if she had his rapt attention, "I've always felt a certain pull toward the idea of living in a small town. You see I spent most of my life in one big city or another. After getting my degree in journalism I decided to search for a job in a town just like this one. I'm a columnist for the local paper. Um..." she hesitated for the first time noticing that he hadn't so much as glanced her direction. A few too many moments passed before he spoke.

"And is our town living up to everything you thought it would be?" She shrugged. "What is your name by the way?"

"Zeke."

"Interesting name, not one you hear much." His lips turned in the slightest grin. For the first time his eyes darted to her. "Family tradition."

"What do you mean?" She asked, wanting to draw more of his attention to their conversation. He did not elaborate. She glanced at her watch unsure she wanted to continue this rather one sided conversation. A brisk sigh escaped her lips. "Well Zeke, it was a pleasure meeting you but I have somewhere to be." Halfway out of her chair she paused. I will have him damn it the sudden thought forced itself viciously into her mind.

"Maybe we could have dinner sometime." She quickly scrawled her phone number onto a napkin before turning to walk swiftly out the door.

He watched her go before picking up the napkin. Glancing up he glimpsed her lithe body as she gracefully cross the street. For the first time in nearly a year he felt a sense of desire. He closed his eyes briefly imagining the way her naked body might look beneath him. In an instant the image was gone replaced instead by Jenna enticing him. He closed his eyes tighter trying to force the mirage from his mind.

Two days later Zeke found himself staring down his telephone. His picked it up posed to dial. Defeated he dropped it back to the desk. He was afraid to make the call. It was not Ashley he feared, but something infinitely more complex. The damage Jenna had left behind twisted inside him. Making that call meant she was really gone, forever. He'd had women in the past year; after he had finally accepted what had happened, he'd tried to fuck his pain away but it was hollow. He didn't really want any of those women; they were never anything more than a distraction. Ashley had been the only one to inspire even a flicker of interest within him. That made it all too real for him. If he went out with Ashley it would mean that it was really over between him and Jenna. He sighed steadying himself. She isn't coming back his mind snarled; you cannot spend your life aching for something so far gone. He briskly dialed thrusting the receiver to his ear before he had time to think anymore of the girl who had shattered him.

"Hello." She answered after one ring.

"It's Zeke." He stated quite simply.

"I didn't think you would call."

"Dinner?"

"You are not very eloquent are you?" He found her taunt inexpressibly unpleasant. His mind wandered unbidden to days long past when he could assert himself with exceptional charm.

"I can be." A sudden compulsion to defend himself overtook his mind. The sleek voice of his past began to glide through him. "Would you still like to go to dinner with me?" The way he phrased the question made Ashley feel as if she had begged for this date. Desperation filled her; she could not let such an opportunity slip through her fingers,

"Of course." She felt that her answer meant very little to him; the thought filled her with abrupt alarm.

"Meet me at the little Italian place on 4th. Seven o'clock tomorrow."

"Okay." It sounded like a promise. Zeke smirked to himself, she had been entirely too easy.

"Erica please." Zeke asked his dark eyes bearing into hers.

"You can't just ask me to babysit tonight Zeke." She replied impatiently, "what if I have plans?"

"You are still my nanny aren't you?" his tone made her feel that if she refused him she wouldn't be his nanny much longer.

"Zeke..."

"This is the first girl I have really wanted to go out with since Jenna left. Erica, I'm begging you." He looked at her through piercing eyes.

"Fine." She snapped, "But Keith is coming over."

"Thank you so much." He kissed her cheek swiftly.

"We're going to have sex on your couch as soon as Josh is in bed."

"Knock yourselves out. I think there is some whip cream in the fridge." She swatted at him embarrassed. He chuckled as he dodged her blow.

To make up for being such a jackass at the café, Zeke was arrived at quarter to seven and ordered a bottle of fine wine. He sat toying with his napkin when she came in. He smiled as if delighted to see her. Standing he pulled out a chair for her to sit. "I'm glad you came." Gratitude saturated his voice. Good lord, he used to be so much smoother. She frowned slightly. He took a deep cleansing breath; be real with the girl for gods sake, he told himself. More naturally he asked, "So, you said you were a columnist..."

Dinner passed in a blur. Zeke asked Ashley many questions; all of which she answer, blissfully telling him all about herself. "My mother is always pressing me for grandchildren." She took a drink of her wine, "But Daddy gets it; he knows I can't stand children..." While she rattled on Zeke glanced at the bottle and wondered if Ashley had noticed that he had not had any all night, idly contemplating what she might think about this. Mercifully Ashley was a particularly self-obsessed person. Jenna had always focused far too much on him cutting through all the bullshit to see him for what he really was. The idea of anyone else ever being able to see him as clearly as Jenna did gave him the chills, but Ashley never once noticed that they did not discuss his life.

Zeke had one hand at the small of her back as they left the restaurant. "Where did you park?" Zeke interrupted the story she had been reciting to him, once they reached the parking lot. "Oh..." she was startled to realize where they were, "I didn't. I was feeling overly energetic so I walked. I just live a couple blocks that way."

"I'll drive." He replied leading her to a sleek black muscle car.

He rolled to a stop just outside her condo, "Would you like to come in?" She purred, the seductive confidence she had exuded at their first meeting was now fully restored compliments of the wine. His gaze darted down her face to her breasts and back before he replied, "Absolutely."

Once inside she deftly tossed her purse to the couch walking into the bedroom. He paused a moment admiring her figure. The slinky grey dress tantalized his imagination, her glossy blonde hair spilling just below her shoulders, long well toned legs ended in silky stilettos. She paused in the doorway, "Are you coming?" He paced to her deliberately, wrapped one hand around her neck his fingers twist through the hair at the nape of her neck, the other resting gently on her hip. He kissed her, lust pulsing from his lips to hers, she kissed him back. He wrapped his hand around her waist pressing her body tightly against him. She felt him hardened against her. Ashley shifted slightly to open the door behind them.

They practically fell onto the bed still entwined in one another, he tongue exploring every corner of her mouth. Ashley gasped as he moved from her mouth across her jaw line. He left a string of kisses from just below her ear to her collar bone where he gently bit her, his hands creping under her back to unzip her dress. She arched her back allowing him easier access. Swiftly he pulled her dress off before leaning back to admire the woman who lay before him. A lacy black push-up bra held her heaving breasts, matching panties and thigh high nylons covered her lower half. Ashley watched anxiously as his dark gaze devoured her.

She sat up and began unbuttoning the dark green collared shirt he wore. He shrugged smoothly out of it as she moved to his belt. Zeke twisted his fingers into her hair turning her head sharply to allow easier access to her neck and collar bone. She moaned as she tugged at his pants. He locked his lips with hers. Without breaking the kiss he stood so she could pull off his slacks and boxers. It was Ashley who broke this kiss moving her lips to his well toned stomach then lower still, taking his erection into her mouth. He moaned leaning his head back. Ashley sucked his tip a moment before leaning forward to take in more of him. He looked down at her, gently stroking her silken blonde hair away from her face. He watched as her head bobbed up and down. With great difficulty he pulled away from her. Kneeling at the edge of her bed he took hold of her hips lifting her further onto the bed. She lay back with a sharp intake of breath as he explored her collar bone with his lips and tongue. Another moan escaped her lips as he pulled at her bra freeing her breasts. Cupping her breasts in each hand he squeezed them while rolling one nipple between his thumb and fore finger. Leaning forward he flicked his tongue across the other a few times, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from her. "Oh Zeke..." She moaned, twisting her fingers in his hair, as he slid her panties off. Pressing first one then two fingers inside her, he stroked in and out agonizingly slow a few times before pumping them in earnest. Ashley cried out as her orgasm wracked her body. Quieting she lay gasping for breaths; Zeke chuckled softly feeling her tremble beneath him. He moved so he lay completely on top of her kissing her deeply, his still moist fingers digging into her hip. She rolled him unto his back, lowering herself onto his waiting shaft. Ashley began to grind back and forth feeling him rub against her g-spot.

"Ahh..." she sighed loving the sensation of him inside her. He grasped both her hips controlling her rhythm and leaned forward so suck each of her nipples. She stroked his hair fingers massaging his scalp, long hair falling across his shoulder and back. He pressed his forehead into her neck panting as his own orgasm erupted. Three more gyrations and Ashley followed, a second orgasm crashing down upon her. They held each other close as the tremors faded away. Zeke ran his hands up and down her back, kissing her neck softly. "Mmm..." he murmured into her ear.

"Mmm yourself." She kissed gently before sashaying into the bathroom. Zeke leaned back closing his eyes. Unbidden the memory of Jenna smooth skin pressed against his came to his mind. The way she kissed him sucking and nibbling at his lower lip...he shook his head, not now, can't think about that now. He ran a head through his hair banishing all thought of Jenna.



Rebound Ch. 01



The first day I went back to work, I could see the pity on everyone's face. Everyone wanted to ask, but no one did. It wouldn't have made a difference even if they did. Nothing could make it any better, and it certainly couldn't get much worse. I'd had a migraine for more than a week straight, so everything had a slight yellow tint to it. The whole world looked sad, but not nearly as devastated as I was.

On the way to my office, I passed Brandon in the hallway. "Hey, Katie!"

"Hi, Brandon."

"I missed you while you were gone. Everyone did. Jim's been more than a little cranky with you gone."

"Yeah, well, I'm back now," I muttered as I headed toward my office.

"Hey, Katie?"

"Yeah?" I stopped and turned around to face him.

"If you need anything, anything at all, just let me know. You have my number. Even if you don't want anything, just give me a call."

"Thanks, Brandon."

As I walked into my office, I could here Brandon running down the stairs. That guy was always too happy and too nice. Way too nice.

When I sat down at my desk, I noticed for the first time, just how messy it really was. There were files strung along the floor, post-its sticking to everything with a flat surface, about 8 half-full glasses throughout the room, and there was even a partially eaten sandwich on one of the chairs. I was not looking forward to starting this routine again.

I catatonically went about my due diligence without much thinking at all. After 2 years of being Jim's assistant, I could do the job asleep, which was an especially good thing after one's whole life has been destroyed.

When my boss came into work about two hours late, he was a complete asshole as usual, further proving my theory that he is in fact without a soul.

"Where's the Anderson file?"

"I don't know. I haven't been here for two weeks."

"Well, find it for me."

After he left to take his two hour lunch break, I went over to his desk and found the Anderson file on top of his desk. I set it on his seat. That man has to sit on something before he notices it.

As the day pushed on, my migraine lightened its death grip around my brain only slightly, but it was enough for me to get some work done. By the end of the day, I was about halfway caught up on everything Jim had left for me to do.

When the clock struck five o'clock, I got up and left without saying anything. I figured no one would say anything to me anyway, and even if they did, I wouldn't care.

When I walked in the house, it was colder than it should have been. Rather than turning up the heat, I grabbed a few blankets and laid down on the couch with the remote and a bag of unhealthy snacks. Five hours of bad reality television and a bag of potato chips later, I fell asleep.

The next day was much like the last one. I was actually pleasantly surprised that I slightly enjoyed the monotony of it all. I didn't have to think about anything, which seemed like a blessing.

Just as I was packing up my things to leave for my lunch break, Brandon walked in with a bouquet of brightly colored flowers poorly hidden behind his back.

"Just because," he said as he put them down on my desk.

"Thanks, but you didn't have to—" 

He interjected, "I wanted to. Are you leaving for lunch? Where are you going? I'm pretty hungry myself. Mind if I join you?"

I was planning on hitting the drive-thru at the closest burger joint like I did everyday. I wasn't much in the mood for company, but I knew it was going to be hard to talk my way out of this one. Plus, I was too emotionally exhausted to even attempt a poor excuse. "Sure. I don't really care where we go."

"We'll decide on the way there. I'll drive," he said as he motioned for me to go ahead of him.

"So, what are you in the mood for?" he asked as he opened the car door for me.

"Like I said, I really don't care. I'm not even that hungry."

"How about The Bu?" He was referring to a local restaurant called Malibu Grill.

"Sure. That's fine."

At the restaurant, he ordered a chicken salad with a bottled water. Normally, when I went out to eat with someone that ordered healthy, I would do the same, but I didn't care.

"I'll have the linguine with chicken please." I looked at Brandon to see if there would be a reaction, but he was just smiling. "And a Long Island and an ice water."

"Drinking on the job, now?" He asked, but I could see in his face he wasn't judging me, just making conversation.

"Actually I'm on break. If I'm not getting paid, it's my time."

While we waited for our food, we made light conversation. I actually caught myself not thinking about the past couple weeks of my life and how everything had changed so drastically. I let myself think, if only for a moment, that my life wasn't completely over.

"Here you go," the waitress said as she put our food down in front of us. Of course my meal looked huge compared to his small salad, but it also looked so much tastier.

"Wow," he sighed, "I should have ordered that."

"Would you like another Long Island?" the waitress asked.

I looked up at Brandon to see if he had any reaction, but he was just smiling. "Sure," I said as I handed her my glass.

I looked down at my plate, noticing just how much food there really was on it. I caught Brandon eyeing it, too. "You can have some if you want. There's no way I'll eat even half of it."

"No thanks. I'm okay with my salad. You can take home the leftovers.

Silence fell upon our table as we continued eating. In the past few weeks, I had becoming strangely comfortable with silence. Before, I hated silence, but now it was oddly refreshing. However, I felt bad for Brandon. I could clearly see he wasn't as comfortable with the silence. "Thanks for inviting me to lunch. I'm having a good time." It was true. I was enjoying myself, but I wasn't sure if it was the company or the two Long Islands I had downed. I didn't want to, but I was.

"My pleasure. Anytime."

"I might just take you up on that." I smile crept across my face. I became very aware of just how odd it felt to smile. I was torturing myself, and before now, I had seen no end, but now there was a light at the end of the tunnel. Why should I torture myself over his mistakes? I deserved to be happy.

"So." Brandon's voice broke my self-motivational speech in my head.

"So." I replied.

"You don't have to answer this if you don't want to, but what happened, anyway? I think you'll feel better if you talk about it with someone."

"No, it's okay. Suddenly, I don't mind talking about it."

"Good. Go ahead, then."

"Well, to make a long story short, Chris left me to get back together with his ex-wife. Now, I'm smart enough to realize that that is his choice, or mistake if you want to call it that, but if affects me more than normal break-ups do, because I'm losing his kids too." I was brought back down from my temporary high. Now I remembered why everything really was as bad as I had previously thought.

Brandon could clearly see the change of expression on my face. "I'm so sorry." He reached for my hand, but I quickly pulled it away and rested it on my lap. He looked up at my face. "I'm really sorry." I wasn't sure if he was apologizing for my situation or for his attempt at physical contact. "So he's not even going to let you see them?"

"Of course he says he will, but I don't expect it to last long. The kids have their parents back together. I know that's what every kid wants, and they were no exception. Why would they want to spend time with me? I know they love me, but kids are fickle. In a few months, they'll be over it, and I don't see Chris pushing them to see me if they don't ask."

"That has to be impossibly hard. I can't even comprehend what that must be like." I appreciated his candor. I hated it when people said they understood, when there's no way they could.

"I feel like I'm losing a family too. His brothers and sisters, even his mom. They all hated her, but they're not going to kick her out. She'll be welcomed back in, and I'll just be a passing memory. Everyone will act like they forget everything she's done in the past. And I'll just be the ex."

"If there's anything I can do, please let me know. I know I can't possibly make this pain go away, but I'd like to make it a little easier if I can. You don't deserve this. No one deserves this, but especially not you."

"Thanks." I looked back down at my plate, and realized I had only taken a few bites, but I wasn't that hungry.

The waitress walked up and asked, "Would either of you care for a to-go container?"

"I'd like one please." I looked at Brandon to see if he needed one. "Just one."

When the waitress returned with the container, she picked up my plate and packaged my food to go. I glanced at the clock on the wall to my left. It was almost 1:00. "We better get going. I'm supposed to be back by 1:00."

He gave the waitress his card, and she promptly returned with his receipt. "You didn't have to buy."

"It's my pleasure." I didn't argue.

When we got back to the car, he opened the door for me, and we hurried back to work.

When we arrived at work, I didn't wait for him to open the car door for me. He rushed around the front of the car anyway, to make sure he could at least shut the door after I was out. Again, he opened the side door to the building and waited for me to walk in before him. "You know, you don't have to do that every time," I said as I gestured toward the door he was still holding patiently.

"Sorry. I don't do it on purpose. It's just a habit."

"That's okay. I guess if you don't mind, I don't."

"It's my pleasure. Really." As I walked past him, I felt that strange feeling of a smile creep across my face again. I quickly pushed it away as I walked past the front desk and up the stairs to the office I shared with my boss.

When I sat back down at my desk, I checked voicemail. Luckily, there was a message from my boss saying he had a meeting in Indy, and he wouldn't be back to work until the following day. I then proceeded to check the emails I'd missed during lunch. Just as I opened my inbox, I received an email from Brandon.

It simply said, "Thanks for having lunch with me."

I replied, "My pleasure," stealing his commonly used phrase.

I went about my due diligence much as I did every day, but I could feel a slight difference. I was happier. The difference, however minute, was still there, and I couldn't deny it. I also couldn't deny that the happiness had everything to do with Brandon. I decided I was over feeling sorry for myself. If I wanted to be happy again, which I now admitted that I did, I was going to make the change. I remembered the saying one of my friends from high school used to say, "You can't get new results without new actions." It made more sense now than ever. I'd change my actions.

I opened up a new email message and started typing. "Got any plans later?" I wasn't sure I would actually send it yet, but it still felt good just to look at it on my screen.

Just then, Brandon walked in my office. Slightly startled, I scrambled to minimize the message on my screen, but instead, I had hit send. Well, I guess that was decided for me.

"This may be too soon, and don't feel bad if you want to say no, but do you want to hang out later? Nothing specific. I'm free tonight, and thought you might want to get out of the house." I could tell he was a little nervous. I couldn't help but chuckle slightly. I could immediately tell that wasn't the reaction he was expecting.

"No! I'm not laughing at you! It's just... never mind. You'll see. Sure. Let's hang out later. Sounds good. Anything specific you have in mind?"

He still looked slightly dumfounded by my response. "Umm... nothing specific. Anything you wanted to do? We can do dinner, or a movie. Or both. I know that's not very original." I could tell he was scrambling his brain trying to come up with something else. I guess he hadn't expected me to say yes.

"I'll think about it and get back to you before I leave today." I smiled at his sudden awkwardness. "Or if you come up with any idea, let me know." "Sounds good," he said as he started to walk out.

I called after him, "Thanks!"

"My pleasure," he replied.

After he got back in his office, I heard the squeak of his chair as he sat down. Then after about 30 seconds, I heard him laugh. A minute later, I received a reply to my email. "Sorry. You asked too late. I just made plans. Maybe next time."

I cranked through the last bit of work that I needed to get done for the day, then checking the clock, it was almost 4:30. I hadn't seen any emails from Brandon about ideas for plans tonight, so I guessed it was up to me to decide. Rolling over the thought of going to a dinner and movie in my head, I decided I didn't really want to go out. But a movie might be nice. I hadn't seen any new movies in a while.

"How about we drop by Blockbuster and pick something out to watch tonight? I'm fine with ordering pizza if it's okay with you. I'd rather not go back to my house, so is yours okay?" I sent the email without question. But after I had sent it, I thought about what I had suggested. I didn't want him to think we'd go back to his place and be necking before the opening credits were over. But then again, I knew Brandon. I knew he wouldn't jump to those conclusions.

He replied a few minutes later. "Sounds good. What type of movie are you in the mood for?" I thought about this one a little longer. I wasn't much in the mood for a romance, not that I usually am, anyway. Action is always good, but no recent movies really came to mind.

Just before 5:00 I replied. "We can just figure out what to get when we get there. When are where should I meet you?"

He didn't respond before 5:00, so at 5:00 I stopped by his office on my way out. "Hey. So, what's the plan for tonight?"

"How about I meet you at Blockbuster on the East Side at 6:00, and we'll go from there?" he suggested.

I thought about it. It took me 20 minutes to get home, and then 30 minutes to get to the East Side of town. "Can we make it 6:30?"

"Sure thing. I'll see you then."

We walked out together, just making small talk. When he got in his car, I walked quickly over to mine. I started the car right when I got in, and took off the second I had on my seatbelt. I didn't have much time to get ready, so I knew I would have to hurry.

I raced home as quickly as possible, while still keeping an out for the few spots cops loved to sit this time of day. Luckily, I made it home in 15 minutes without a speeding ticket. 

As I ran inside, I threw my purse on the kitchen counter. My two dogs were jumping all over me excited that I was home. "Sorry guys. I have to get ready for my date." Saying the word 'date' out loud, even though it was just to my dogs, scared me a little bit. I hadn't been on a real date in years. But I was excited about it, I had to admit.

I filled up the dogs' food and water bowl, and then ran toward the master suite. I closed the door so the dogs couldn't get in, and I took off my clothes as I moved frantically about the room, first turning on the shower to let the water warm up, then getting out the hair dryer. I checked the clock just before I jumped in the shower. It was 5:33. I had to be quick.

When I jumped in the shower, I winced slightly from the heat of the water cascading down over my body. It was too hot, but I knew I would get used to it. If I turned it down a little, it would be too cold, and then I would spend the next three minutes adjusting the water back to where it was to start with. I didn't have that kind of time.

I hurried through my normal shower routine. First washing my hair, then lathering my legs with shave cream before putting conditioner in my hair. I shaved my legs as quickly as possible, while still making sure to not miss any stray hairs. It took me a little longer than usual to shave due to the lack of time I had spent on personal hygiene lately. As I soaped up my body, I debated whether or not to shave my pussy. While I knew I wouldn't be allowing Brandon anywhere near it, having it shaved made me feel more confident and sexy. I opened up the shower curtain slightly to look at the clock on the opposite wall. It was fogged up slightly, but I could see it was still only 5:40. I decided I had enough time, so I lathered up my pussy with shave cream.

First I shaved my bikini area, careful not to miss any stray hairs. Then I moved into the middle shaving my pubic mound. I debated whether or not to leave a small landing strip of hair leading to my pussy, but decided against it and shaved it clean. I then parted my legs and carefully shaved my pussy lips until the area was completely clean. As I ran my fingers over my pussy feeling for any remaining stubble, I could feel myself getting excited. Knowing I didn't have time to do anything about it, I quickly rinsed and got out of the shower.

I quickly toweled off and moved in front of the mirror to dry my hair. I brushed through my hair, then picked up the dryer and got to work. While I was drying my hair, my towel fell off my body, completely revealing my nakedness in the mirror. I stood up straight to admire myself as I finished drying my hair. I had to admit one thing good that came from my recent break up was my current physique. I had slowed down on eating, and with not much else to do, I started running more. I had dropped probably 10 pounds, as well as toned my muscles.

I pulled my towel back around my body and opened the closet to pick out something to wear. I didn't want to do anything very fancy. After all, that was the point of not going out. I wanted to be comfortable, but I still wanted to look good. There's nothing quite like a guy ogling over how good you look, for a quick boost in confidence. I decided to go with a simple yellow and green dress lined in black. It wasn't too low cut, but it was just short enough to show off just the right amount of leg, and just tight enough to show off my newly enhanced body.

I yanked the dress out of the closet and pulled open my lingerie drawer where I kept my sets of matching bras and panties. I decided to go with a black, slightly lacy bra with matching boy shorts. I loved wearing sexy panties, even if I knew no one was going to be seeing them.

After I put on my bra and panties I pulled the dress over my head. I found a necklace that complemented the green in the dress nicely and quickly put that on as well. I grabbed my phone off the dresser to see what time it was. It was already 5:56. "Shit," I said aloud.

I quickly put on some mascara, not wanting, or having time to put on any additional make-up. I grabbed a hair band and pulled my long dirty-blonde hair up into a high, loose ponytail. I picked up my pair of low black heels from the bottom of the closet and put them on as I stumbled out the bedroom door.

I was immediately bombarded by my two dogs again. I didn't have time to sit with them, plus I didn't want to get dog hair all over my dress. I quickly rubbed their heads, then grabbed my purse off the counter and ran out the door.

When I got in the car and started it, the radio clock read 6:00. Just in time. As I drove to the East Side of town, I thought about the plans for the night. Thinking about it now, I was a little nervous about it. I wasn't sure why, but I couldn't help but wonder how the night would turn out. I was nervous, but also excited, in a way similar to that of a high school girl going out on a first date. It was silly, but I liked the feeling.

When I arrived at Blockbuster, I was a few minutes early, but I saw Brandon's Jeep Cherokee a few spots over. I got out of the car and started to walk toward his car. He got out and met me half way. I gave him a little hug, and then stepped back to admire just how good he looked. He was wearing jeans and a nice short-sleeve button up shirt. It was the first time I had seen him outside of the office, and therefore the first time I'd seen him out of a suit. I couldn't believe how amazing he looked in his slightly faded jean. As I quickly glanced up his body, I paused for a moment at his biceps. He was much more muscular than I would have thought. His arms looked great, not to mention the fabric of his shirt slightly stretched over his muscular chest. 




Rebound Ch. 01-05



Willow looked from Spike to Xander. “Absolutely not. Don’t even think about it.”

“Willow,” Xander cajoled. “it is just for one night. One measly night. Look, he can stay tied up. You can even gag him.” Spike glared at Xander and muttered an expletive under his breath. Xander shot him a warning look. “Anya and I want to have a romantic evening together. Look, I have been the undead babysitter for over a week. We really need some alone time. Besides, you owe me one.”

Willow read this as we would really like to have sex. Oh, gross. “For what?,” she snapped. Ever since Oz had left, her moods had been erratic. From tears to anger to laughter in seconds.

“I saved you from that big ugly vampire in the graveyard last week.” Xander said with pride.

“That was Buffy. He threw you on the ground and was about to. . .”

“Well, I distracted him after he grabbed you so that Buffy could stake him.” 

Willow looked at her best friend with irritation. She got closer to him to whisper in his ear so Spike wouldn’t hear her. “I don’t want to be alone with him. I know he can’t bite but I’m still a little scared. He almost sired me, remember?” 

Xander expelled a breath and said quietly. “He’s fangless, remember? He can only irritate you to death now.” He gave her his deadly lost puppy-dog look. “ I’ll even deliver him to your parent’s house.”

Spike finally had enough of this. “Hey, wait a bleedin’ minute here. I didn’t agree! I just got moved over to this dump. And now you expect me to. . .” Spike thought about this a moment. Hmm. . .an evening with the little red-haired witch or another spent with the idiot and his girlfriend. “Fine with me.” Willow was much better to look at than that blighter. 

Willow sighed in defeat. She was too tired to fight. “Fine, bring him over tomorrow.”    *********

The next evening, Willow watched Spike warily. He was bound by heavy rope to the chair at her desk. Her parents had gone to a party earlier that evening and they had informed her that she shouldn’t wait up for them. “Willow, could you please untie me? It hurts.”

Spike looked like he was in pain. “It does?” Willow’s eyes instantly welled with sympathy. “Oh, I’m sorry. “ She bit her lip. She couldn’t stand the thought of anyone being hurt. Even bleached blond vampires who had nearly killed her.

She looked behind him and noticed that his wrists showed the imprint of the ropes. “If I let you go, you wouldn’t. . .um. . .do anything. . .bad?”

Spike raised an eyebrow and gave her an unholy grin. “Like what, pet?” Willow’s hand went to her throat automatically, which was hidden from his view by her thick turtleneck sweater.

“I knew this was a dumb idea.” she said and turned away from him, ready to flee to the relative safety of the living room.

“Wait! I’m all bark and no bite, remember? Besides, luv, seems to me you could use a spot of company. I know your boyfriend left.” Willow glared at him. “I know how it feels, to be left.” He nearly choked on those words. 

“What about Harmony?” 

Spike rolled his eyes, insolent once more.“She was a phase, luv. The sex wasn’t even that great. Rebounding, y’know?”

Willow blushed but nodded. She was lonely and Spike was at least someone to talk to. He understood what is was like. She remembered the anguish she had seen in his eyes when he had told her about Drusilla. Of course, he’d been holding her hostage at the time. Everyone else was sick of hearing about how much she missed Oz. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to talk to him for a little while.

She kneeled behind him and began pulling at the heavy knots. Soon, he was free. “Thanks, luv,” he drawled. Spike stood up to his full height and rubbed his wrists. His black leather duster spread around him like the wings of a fallen angel. 

Released from his bonds, he looked more intimidating. She took a step back. Willow was suddenly reminded of the lions she had seen at the zoo. They had been rendered helpless, temporarily, but they were still virulent, mesmerizing in their deadly grace. She shuddered but tried to appear calm.

He titled his head and looked at her. “I’m thirsty.” 

“W-w-we have iced tea, some sodas, and milk, I think.” He stepped forward, she stepped back.

“Something wrong, pet?” She shook her head. He stepped forward, she stepped back. Until she was against the wall.

He caged her in with his hands and inhaled deeply. “Yes, I’m very thirsty.” Willow slid a hand behind her back, into her jeans pocket. She uncorked the small, perfume-sized bottle easily and was about to throw it on his face when he seized her wrist and pulled it from her grasp. In the process, his hand was splashed with the holy water.

“Ouch. Bloody hell, Red. That hurt! I was only playing with you. I can’t really bite, just wanted to tease you a little.” He poured the liquid into a nearby household plant and put the offending bottle into his coat pocket for safekeeping. He glanced around the room. “Got any other weapons? Stakes, swords, a slayer in the closet?”

“Serves you right!” She said. Her lips compressed into a tight line and she stalked to the kitchen downstairs. Spike followed her, penitent now.

He hoisted himself onto the breakfast bar beside her as she went to the fridge and pulled out a half-eaten cheesecake. “What’s that, luv?”

“Therapy.” she mumbled as she put a generous slice on her plate. 

”I want some, too.” She frowned up at him but took down another plate and put a slice on it for him. If his mouth was full, at least he couldn’t talk. She took out two forks and they ate in silence. Spike groaned in pleasure as he ate the last bite. Her lips twitched with unrealized laughter. Big bad had a sweet tooth. She put both of their plates in the sink and opened the fridge to put the remnants of the cheesecake away. She indicated the blood packets in the crisper section. “Want some blood?”

“Cow blood is disgusting.” He made a face. “Unless you’d like to give me a donation, Red?”

“Let’s watch some videos.” She suggested cooly. Ten minutes later, Spike had sorted through her collection of videos with apparent disdain. 

“No action movies, at all? Look at this drivel. ” he indicated the large stack of romantic comedies she owned. Spike picked up a copy of Interview With The Vampire. It was given to her by Xander as a gag gift. “Heard about this one, never saw it though. Let’s watch it.” He slid the video into the machine. “Least it isn’t about the Dracula blighter.” He tossed his duster over the arm of the couch before he settled down uncomfortably close to her on the couch. She moved down a little, he moved a little closer. She grimaced, he gave her an innocent expression. She pulled an accent pillow from the end of the couch and shoved it in between them. He smirked.

After they had been watching a few moments, Spike gestured to the chain- smoking, wise-cracking Christian Slater character and asked hopefully. “Is that bloke the vampire?”

“Aren’t you paying attention? He’s the interviewer. Louis is the vampire.”

“The one who’s whining? And why doesn’t he cut his bloody fingernails? We don’t have claws, we’re not cats. Bloody poof!”

Willow gave him a quelling look. “Do you always talk through movies?”

Spike crossed his arms and sat back further on the couch to watch the rest of the movie unfold. When it was over, Spike sat with a stunned expression on his face. “I liked that blond one. Had style, y’know. Kind of like me. But, that other one!” He rolled his eyes. “Just like Angel.” He made is voice deeper and melodramatic. “Woe is me, I have a soul. I am a bad, bad vampire. I am so wretched, somebody should stake me.” 

Willow couldn’t help but laugh. Spike’s rendition of the brooding Angel was dead-on. She had to admit that even she found the tormented, guilt-ridden Angel aggravating at times.

“I mean, pet, if he hates himself so much why doesn’t he do us all a bloody favor and end it. Save us from hearing him bitch all the time.” He was warming to his topic. “Bloody sod. At least when he’s got a soul he’s not so nasty. Just sulks a bit and reads bloody poetry. ” Willow’s eyes widened. “He’s just like that sniveling fool, Louis.”

“Did you completely miss the point of this movie?” She said, tiredly.

“No! But it is misrepresentation. I mean, We don’t sit around graveyards moping. I have never eaten a rat. We don’t make children into vampires. I also bloody well enjoy being a vampire! It’s a lot of fun.” He gave her a meaningful look, “ Didn’t The Witches of Eastwick piss you off, Red? Gave you a bad name, didn’t it?”

“You actually watched that?” 

“Had Jack in it, right?” She nodded, he gave her a shining grin. “Huge Nicholson fan.”

“Yes, that movie irritated me. Witches are not servants of the Devil.” She thought a moment, “ I guess I can see where it would get on your nerves.” 

He smiled, she understood.

She sighed and stood up to stretch. “I’m going to take a shower and change.” Willow handed him the remote control started toward the stairs.

“Don’t suppose you want some company? I’m good with the whole bathtub thing. Been spending a lot of time in them lately.” She glared back at him. “Guess not.” He grinned sardonically at her retreating form.

   *******

Willow arranged everything on the small bench in the bathroom. She had purchased green apple shower gel and lotion earlier in the week. She had run across it while at the mall and couldn’t resist the sale. She stepped in the shower. Spending an evening with Spike hadn’t been so bad after all, the “thirsty incident” aside. It felt good to not be alone. He distracted her from thinking about Oz and lightened her mood.

She had to admit that the blond vampire was an enigma. Demon? Yes. Evil? Not entirely. Immoral? Definitely. Desirable? Woah, where did that come from? Willow ceased thinking in that particular direction. She stepped out of the shower and toweled off. She put on her flannel pajamas with the little kittens on them and grimaced as she observed her reflection in the mirror. She mentally shook herself, did she want to dress up for him? Of course not! He’s just a handsome man. . .well, vampire. . .and I’m lonely. . .nothing wrong with just thinking. . .it’s just some weird rebound thing. 

   *******

She found him in her bedroom. Spike sat on her bed with a bottle of her father’s brandy and an empty pie plate. A cigarette dangled from his lips. He was surrounded by her collection of sweaters. He tossed the purple one he had been examining over his shoulder. 

“What are you doing?” She shouted.

He took a long drag of his cigarette and examined her pajamas before he deigned to reply. No satin, no lace, no ribbons, just fuzzy animals which regarded him with sleepy faces. . .how disappointing. He quirked an eyebrow at her. “Luv, that outfit is more appalling than all of these little girl sweaters combined. Don’t you have anything a little sexier?” 

Willow’s temper flared. She was stung by his comment. Her fists were clenched at her sides as she walked to the side of the bed to scowl at him. “Put my clothes back, give me that bottle, take the dish downstairs, don’t ever smoke in my room, and who made you a damn fashion critic!” 

Spike’s eyes widened. The little witch knew how to swear? He set the brandy bottle down on her night stand and set his half-smoked cigarette in the ashtray he had found. He wasn’t even fazed by her anger. Actually, he was fascinated. . .her skin had taken on a rosy blush, her green eyes were bright, and her chest was heaving from her long-winded outburst. His eyes assessed her, he knew what had gotten her knickers in a bunch. “Red, I didn’t say you weren’t sexy, I just said your clothes weren’t.”

With an inarticulate cry of rage, Willow jumped on him. Spike was unprepared for the attack and she managed to punch him in the chest. But this wasn’t Xander she was tackling. And he wasn’t all that interested in a playful fight. “Bloody hell!” He grabbed her wrists and rolled her over until she was underneath him. He placed his legs on either side of her twisting frame and leaned over to peer into her face. She was still seething. “I expect this from the slayer but not you , pet. What’s wrong?” 

“Nothing,” she ground out at as she tried to fight her way loose. “Why isn’t your damn chip going off?” She thought of something awful to call him. Freakin’ leech!”

Spike blinked. “That was a bad one, Red. Been hanging out with sailors by the docks , have we? My bloody chip is not going off because I don’t intend to hurt you. I’m just subduing you.” He rested more of his weight against her and put his face close to hers. This was definitely better than staying with the idiot. After all, the idiot didn’t smell like roses, didn’t blush this delightful shade of crimson, his skin wasn’t soft. . .well, at least he imagined Willow’s skin was softer, not like he’d felt up the idiot.

Willow realized that he was enjoying her struggles. The situation quickly took on a different sort of tension. “Let me up!”

“But you were so eager to jump on me. ” He let go of her wrists and propped himself up on his elbows.

“Spike, this isn’t funny anymore.”

“I’ll agree with that. I don’t feel like laughing at all.”He pressed his hips against her and rotated. “In fact, I’m taking this very seriously.”

“Let me up!” She tried to sound authoritative. 

“Kiss me and I’ll let you go. . .for now.”

“What?! All I have to do is pick up that phone and call Buffy and she’d -“

”But we both know you won’t, don’t we? How would you explain how I got untied?” He traced her lips with his thumb. “ Anyway, I don’t think that staking is on your mind when you look at me like that. I think you would enjoy my kisses.”

Willow tried to hide her face in the pillow. He held her head still and pressed his lips to hers. His mouth was greedy, stealing the air from her lungs and the jumbled thoughts from her mind. There was nothing left but Spike.

He lifted his mouth from her and put his head on her chest and with a contented smile. She didn’t know it yet but she was going to be his. This is who he had been searching for. Ever since he had captured the little red-head his life had not been right. This wasn’t a rebounding thing. He wanted no one else. . .not Harmony, not Dru. “My kisses are better than that flea- bitten mongrel you dated. . .what’s his name? Oz.”

Willow’s brow furrowed in concentration. Oz? Who was that again? Sanity returned. “Uh, well. . .it was certainly different.” No sense in inflating his already enormous ego further. 

“Different?” he asked imperiously. He made as if to kiss her again and Willow instantly closed her eyes and held her mouth up. Spike chuckled, he just had his answer.

He slid off her and her eyes opened in confusion. She quickly recovered and glowered at him before getting up and stomping downstairs. “Damn vampires.” he heard her mumble. Spike’s laughter followed her downstairs.

   *******

Xander looked at Willow. Xander glared at Spike. “What did you do to her, you bloodsucker?”

Spike was once again bound to the Willow’s small desk chair. The vampire had allowed her to tie him to the chair if she would start talking to him again. Xander had come for Spike just before dawn. “Not my fault if Red is sensitive about her jammies.”

“You saw her pajamas?!” Xander wasn’t sure what horrified him more, Willow’s little fashion show for the undead or the fact that Spike had just said “jammies.” “Which ones?”he said, curious.

“With the fuzzy little buggers on them. Uh, kittens I think.” Willow’s face was rapidly reddening.

“Oh, the sleepy ones? She has bunny ones too.”

Willow interrupted this little discussion of her nightclothes. “Xander, I can see dawn’s early light.”

“Christ!” Spike said as he tipped his chair back and fell to the floor. 

“What do we do?” Xander asked. “I could throw a blanket over him.”

“And what if it happens to slip off when you are carting me out to the car? I get to spend the rest of my days as fertilizer in your mum’s pot of daisies? I don’t think so. It’s not like you can do two things at once. The last time you tried to chew gum and walk, you tripped! I’m staying with Red here. ” Spike said. 

Willow groaned as Xander said. “Sorry, Willow. It looks like Spike has to stay here for the day.”

“Xander, my parents are here! Do you know how hard it was to explain the blood in the fridge? Do you think they’ll buy that I have a 6 foot tall science project in the basement?”

Spike grinned. “You can always hide me in your bedroom. After all, I’ve already been in your bed, luv.”

“WHAT?!” Xander’s eyes were wild.

Willow threw Spike a murderous glare. “He was nodding off in the chair and I took pity on him. I let him sleep on the bed.” She lied quickly.

“He’s a vampire Willow. Nocturnal, remember?”

“Doesn’t matter, mate. She’s lying anyway.” Spike grinned at him. “She let me on the bed, but I wasn’t sleeping.”

“In your dreams, Fang Boy.” Xander didn’t give it a second thought. He knew Willow and how she felt about vampires, he told himself.

When his comment failed to provoke another rise out of him, Spike started getting annoyed. “Isn’t it time you were going? Shag your girlfriend, deliver pizzas, or whatever it is that you do?”

Willow watched Xander pull out of the driveway. She let the shade fall back into place and turned to stare at Spike. Willow grimaced, it was going to be a very long day. He had twisted out of her half-hearted knots already and was lounging on her bed. His hands were pulled behind his head and he winked. “What will we do to occupy ourselves?”

***** “Watching you do your homework wasn’t what I had in mind, pet.” Spike grumbled as he watched Willow typing furiously at her computer. She was writing an English essay. It was nearly noon and she had hardly spoken to him.

“Oh? Maybe I should call Xander and he could come and pick you up.” Her voice was infused with sarcasm. 

“I don’t think so. In fact, I think I’ll head downstairs and have a cup of cocoa with your mum and dad. Be sociable, y’know.” He stood up and took off his shirt as he walked to the door. “My, it’s hot in here.”

“No! Sit down, Spike.” Willow did not want to explain to her parents why there was a half naked man sitting at their dining room table. “And put your shirt back on!”

“What’s the matter, luv? You look a little flustered.” He walked over to stand beside her desk. Reaching out his hand, he cupped her chin to examine her face. “As a matter of fact, I do believe you’re blushing.”

“If you’re craving chocolate, there’s a candy bar in my backpack, okay? Now, be quiet so I can finish this.” As he headed toward her backpack beside the bed, she sighed and began to breathe easier as she tried to think of another phrase for “unreliable narrator” to describe Holden Caulfield. She heard Spike rustling through various things, then heard him zip the bag back up, apparently having found what he wanted. 

“You always keep Dove bars in your bag, pet?”

“Shhhh.” She continued typing. Ten minutes later, she realized that he was being incredibly quiet. She couldn’t even hear a candy wrapper rustling. She turned to see what was going on. “What are you reading?” 

“A very unique volume about this cute little red head I know, who’s really sad because she just lost her puppy.” He held her diary aloft like a red flag, then casually settled back in to continue reading.

With a screech of pure fury, Willow launched herself across the room. She leaped onto the bed and grabbed at the book. 

Spike dropped the journal to grab her wrists and smirked. “You just had to say you were in the mood, luv. No sneak attacks, necessary.” When she made a sound of inarticulate frustration, he blew her a kiss.

“You, you , you . . .well, if I could think of something mean and nasty, I’d call you that. Let me go, and give me back my diary or I’ll–“ Willow was cut off by a knock at the door.




Rebound Ch. 01-05



“Willow?” Mrs. Rosenberg called. “Are you alright? I thought I heard a scream.”

Willow looked into Spike’s eyes. “If you don’t let me go, I’ll tell her to come in and you are going to have a lot of explaining to do. Outside, in the nice bright sunshine.”

Spike smiled. Then he rolled over on top of her and pulled back to look down at her. “And how will you explain how I came to be here? Come on, Red. You know and I know that you aren’t going to do anything. Anything but tell her to go away, that is.” Willow made no move to do so. “Would you rather I told her you were just fine?”

“I’m fine, Mom. I just dropped a book on my foot.”

“Alright. Lunch is in five minutes, sweetie.” And her mother moved on.

“Now let me up!” She hissed.

He rolled over slightly to his side, his bare chest sliding over her. She slid out from under him, journal in hand, and went back to her desk, shaking with quiet outrage. She sat down and tried to go back to her essay. Willow had barely typed a sentence, when she peeked at Spike under her lashes. 

He sat on her bed with his arms crossed, sulking. “Luv, there’s nothing to do around this place. Been ignoring me to do your homework and you’re working on the computer so I can’t use it. Won’t allow me to go through your closet again. You don’t have a bleedin’ telly in your room for me to watch. And now, you ‘ve gone and taken my book.” 

Seeing an out, Willow said. “Why don’t you read one of those books, Spike? You know, the fictional ones?” She gestured to the large shelf of books which dominated one wall in her room.

She saw him stand up to peruse the selection and began to type when he interrupted her thoughts again. “Well, well, well. What have we here? What a naughty book, Red. Never knew you read this kind of thing. I’m shocked. “ 

She refused to let him bait her, but she had a pretty good idea which book he’d found. Spike pulled out the romance novel that had been shoved behind some of her more respectable tomes and let out a whistle. She turned around to see what he was doing. Spike was eagerly reading the back cover. “Dark Embrace, eh? What’s this? A vampire romance novel. Why, Red, I had no idea!” 

He examined at the cover, which featured a black-clad hunk clutching a woman who was nearly bursting out of the top of her dress. Spike waggled his eyebrows at her. “Now this should be interesting.” 

“Spike, don’t-“

”Shh, finish your essay. I’m just going to read this.” Willow was loathe to try to take it from him lest she end up trapped beneath him again. Well, that had it’s moments. Back to work! She turned her back to him so he couldn’t see her flaming face and tried to write again. 

He had been reading several minutes when he began flipping through the pages. “Prattling fools! Talking themselves to death. When do we get to the good stuff?” He stopped. “Ah. Here it is.”

Willow got up and went to the door. She just couldn’t be in the room while Spike read through the novel’s sex scenes. “Pet, would you bring me a cup of warm blood when you come back from lunch?” She nodded but Spike was not looking at her, once again absorbed in the book. Willow sighed as she shut the door behind her. Hopefully, she could eat lunch with her parents and Spike would lose interest in the novel by the time she came back. 

   *******

Unfortunately, that’s not what happened. Willow walked back into her room with a cup of blood for Spike. She had managed to convince her mother that it was for a spell, a good spell! Spike was still sitting on her bed. The book lay on her night stand. He was smoking a cigarette and watching her very carefully.

She strolled over casually and handed him the blood. He let his fingers brush her hand as he took it.“Have a thing for vampires, Willow?”

“No, I don’t. That book must have been a gift or something.”

“Oh, really? From who?”

“Xander.” It was the first name that popped into her head.

“That would explain it.” He muttered.

“Explain what? And stop smoking in my room.”

“Well,” he exhaled slowly, blowing a an “o” with the smoke and before he put out the cigarette. “Why he always ties me up at night, why he looks at me like that, why he tried to convince me that he was a nummy treat . . .”

“Nummy treat?”

“Yes, he said he was moist and delicious.” He rubbed his chin. “Though who could blame the idiot. I am a handsome devil.”

Willow shook her head, not wanting Spike to elaborate on this little tidbit of information. Some things you just don’t want to know about. Besides, Spike and Xander. . .ewwww, nasty.

Spike’s eyes fastened on hers again. “But, back to you. So, it may have been a gift from the idiot. . .but I saw creases on the pages, pet. I know you’ve been reading this little book.” His head tilted to the side. “And I know exactly which parts.”

Her eyes flew from his and she turned to seek the familiarity of the computer, determined to ignore him. He sauntered over and sat down on the desktop. “Now, luv, you can tell your old friend Spike anything.”

Spike noted a twinkle in red head’s eyes as she sat down on the chair and tilted her face to stare up at him. “Hmmm. . .anything. Can you keep a secret?” She murmured. 

“Uh-huh. Tell me all about it, pet.” He said, inching closer so she could whisper into his ear.

“I am curious about vampires. I mean, living on the Hellmouth, I can’t help but wonder about. . .things. And then, when I read that book. . .”

“Go on, Red.” He leaned closer to her, their heads were touching as she continued speaking, her lips brushing against his ear as she spoke. 

“Well. . .its embarrassing. . .but sometimes I can’t help but get carried away. . .I begin imagining what it would be like. . .”

“Mmm” He said, feigning polite interest. His body gave him away. His eyes were heavy lidded, his hands gripped the desk, and his jeans were fitting a bit tight.

“Vampires are so powerful, but I bet they could be gentle too. . .”

“Gentle, uh-huh.” His voice was hoarse.

“Spike,” she said in dulcet tones. “ If I asked you for a favor, would you. . .help me?” She nipped his earlobe. 

“Yessss. Anything for you, Red. ” His hands were shaking as he reached to pull her into his arms. He knew exactly what this favor was.

She put her hands on his bare chest, stroking the cool, firm flesh. “Help me with Angel.”

“Yes, you look like an angel, luv.” He barely registered her words, his mind in a haze of desire. He sought her mouth with his lips.

“No, Spike. I want Angel.” She gave him a gamine grin, that sparkle of mischief in her eyes. “And since he was your undead buddy, I figured you could help me seduce him. You must know what kind of woman he likes. ” Warming to her game, she placed her hand on his arm and said, “Buffy and I were talking one night and from what she said. . .wow!” 

“What?!?” He stared at her fuzzily. What was she going on about?

Her cheshire cat smile was wide. “You thought I was asking you for something else?”

Spike looked at her, the little witch was enjoying teasing him. He answered her look with a wicked grin. He could play this game too, and he had a hundred or so years of experience on her. He looked at her thoughtfully, bringing his body under control. “Well, Red. I’m not sure your peaches’ type at all. I’m afraid you’ll need some work.”

Willow frowned, this wasn’t going according to plan. “I was kidding, ha-ha.” She punched his arm playfully, as she would have teased Xander.

Spike wasn’t about to let her off the hook yet. He hopped down from the desk and studied her. “Well, first of all, those clothes have to go. ”

“What?! I’m not taking off my clothes in front of you.” 

“Red, I was talking about your unfortunate wardrobe. Remember? We talked about this last night.” He went to her closet, threw open the door with a flourish, and began to rummage around inside. Jeans, shirts, and the occasional pair of shoes were flying over his shoulder as he searched for something he deemed suitable.

Willow was determined to win this little charade. She sat on the bed, twisting her fingers in the lace of her bedspread, while he rifled through her closet. 

“Aha!” 

Willow stared at the article of clothing he had chosen. “That’s not mine!”

“It was a gift, right? Red, how come whenever I find anything naughty at your house you didn’t buy it? No, don’t tell me. . . the idiot gave this to you, too? I don’t think so.”

Willow stared at the flared leather pants he had selected with dismay. She had bought it after seeing the vampire version of herself in leather. She had been mesmerized yet repulsed by her doppelganger. She wondered what it would really be like to be that vampiric version of herself. Willow sometimes took the pants out and tried them on for fun. She knew that she would never actually wear it anywhere, but she liked the feeling of power they gave her. 

He began scrutinizing her collection of sweaters, turtlenecks, and t-shirts with a frown. He spotted something on the top of her dresser. “What’s this?”

“It’s not mine. That’s Buffy’s shirt.”

He held up the scrap of satin with a mocking grin. “But it really is! She stayed the night at my house and she forgot it!”

He held out the gold top to her. Willow groaned. That top had been skin tight on Buffy. She didn’t know if she could stand to wear it in front of Spike. She took it from him and he began to scrounge through her drawers. “Hey, you stay out of my underwear drawer! What are you looking for? I’ll find it for you.

Spike backed away with his hands up. “I get the message, pet. You don’t want me to have my hands on your knickers, ” He smiled at her bright red cheeks. “Besides, what you wear underneath won’t matter the first time you meet him anyway. Can’t win peaches’. . .err. . .heart if you sleep with him the first chance you get. You have to take some time, make him chase you. That’s where the slayer messed up, playin’ easy to get. Remember what happened to Slutty?”

Willow’s eyes rounded. What happened to Buffy? Willow had a moment of clarity, she remembered exactly what transpired after Buffy slept with Angel. This was getting way out of hand, she had not intention of waking up next to Angelus to win a game of chicken with Spike. “Oh, I was just kid-“

”No, you asked me for a favor, pet. I’ll help you get that nancy boy if it’s the last thing I do.” Spike was enjoying this game too much to end it yet. “Now, you just try on those duds. Let’s see what you look like.”

   *******

Willow stood outside her door, trying to compose herself before she went back into her bedroom. She had grabbed a flannel robe to throw over her ensemble in case one of her parents made an appearance. She smiled as she suddenly realized something, she hadn’t thought about Oz all day. When she was with Spike, she didn’t feel so lonely. It’s just a rebound thing Willow, don’t get too attached. Just a harmless crush.

Putting on a brave face she went inside to find Spike sitting at her desk. His eyes slid over her form from head to toe. His eyebrow raised at her obvious discomfort. “Well, then. Let’s have a look.” He crossed his arms as he nodded at her robe . “Take it off, Red. I always did love a good striptease.”

Willow looked off into space as if she were bored, affecting an air of nonchalance she didn’t feel. She flipped the robe off her shoulders and it landed on a heap on the floor. She then fixed Spike with an expression that said well? 

Spike fought to keep his expression neutral. “You’ll do, pet.” He suddenly wished he could smoke in her room.

Willow decided it was time to regain control of this little contest. She sat down at his feet and looked up at him as innocently as possible. She almost felt sorry for the arrogant vampire. She laughed inwardly, he wouldn’t know what hit him.

*********

Spike stood up quickly and crossed the room, nearly knocking Willow over in his rush. Damn, he needed some distance, a cold shower, and maybe some bloody whiskey. He managed to keep his voice even. “Now that we have the look right, let’s call up the bloody poof and arrange a meeting.”

“No! We can’t!”

“And why not?” He asked slyly. Now she would beg off again, and he would let it go, secure in the fact that he had won. Well, he might gloat a little.

“I don’t know how to talk to him, yet!”

“What do you mean, you just walk up and–“

”Angel’s not like other guys. He’s not even like other vampires. It has to be perfect.” Her eyes widened in guileless innocence. “Do you know how to flirt with him?”

“I most certainly do NOT! Do I look like a great poof? Just because we used to hang out together and live in the same house, does not mean anything happened! I was completely wrapped up in Drusilla the whole time!” He crossed his arms and ended with a huff.

Willow took a moment to control her giggles. “I wasn’t implying anything. I just figured since you, as a vampire, have been hit on before, and because you know Angel so well, that you could help me.”

“You want me to teach you vampire flirting techniques?”

“Well, yes.”

“To use on Soulboy?”

“Uh-huh.” She moved up onto her knees. “Oh, please, would you?”

His eyes narrowed. “You’re really serious about this.”

“Oh, I can just picture it!” She gushed. “Angel and I, in love, together, sharing intimate moments and smoochies!” She ended with a big sigh. Spike looked like he was about to throw up.

“I don’t know if Peaches is ready for ‘smoochies.’” Spike was about to end the whole game when an idea crossed his mind. “Alright, luv. I’ll tell you what we’ll do. I’ll pretend to be Angel, and you hit on me. Then I can help you perfect your strategy. He put on his duster and leaned against the wall. He gave her Angel’s patented “wracked by guilt but pensive and brooding” look. 

Willow stared at him. She had to try to hit on Spike. Her heart started to pound. She wasn’t at all sure she was brave enough. He smirked back at her. She could see by the look in his eyes that he didn’t think she was brave enough either.

She flashed him her “resolved face” as she got up and then walked over to look up at him. She looked like she was going off to battle. “Uh, pet, are you gonna hit on me or slap me?”

“Oh, well, from reading some of Giles. . .err. . .private collection of research materials on vampires, I thought slapping was an acceptable form of flirtation.” 

“That’s a little advanced for you, don’t you think?”

“Well, maybe that’s what Angel would expect. Didn’t you and Drusilla-“

”I don’t slap and tell, Willow. Now are you gonna talk or make a pass at me?”

“Well, I can’t with you just staring at me. Tell you what, why don’t you sit on my bed. . .no, that’s a bad idea. Sit at my desk and I will try to pick you up. Pretend that you are at The Bronze.”

Spike gamely walked over and sat down. He couldn’t stop the small smile that played about his mouth. He knew she couldn’t go through with it. She gave him a lingering look and then glanced away. What was the little witch doing?

She glanced at him again and smiled shyly before looking away. Game forgotten, Spike watched her openly with a frown on his face. Sometimes humans were baffling. Why doesn’t she come over here?

“Spike!”

“What?”

“You are supposed to smile back and give me ‘the nod’!”

“The what? Humans! You must be more aggressive to attract a vampire, Willow.” Well, most vampires. “Now, get over here and say something to me. I know a line that works well! Drusilla used to say ‘fancy a toss, luv?’”

“That’s hitting on someone? Spike that sounds like sexual harassment. ”Or something a prostitute would say. Willow wasn’t quite sure what a ‘toss’ was exactly but she bet it didn’t involve a football.

“Luv, I can guarantee that if you say that to me, I won’t sue you. Come on, say it. . .you know you want to.” 

Willow could feel herself blushing. “I think Angel would be offended by that kind of talk. He’s very sensitive.”

“Fine, pet. Ask me if I can recommend a good brand of bloody hair gel, then. Or ask me if I know any good recipes.” He rolled his eyes.

She walked over to glare down at him. “Will you please take this seriously? My future may depend on this. Now, here’s my line. . .are you ready?”

“Waiting with baited breath, or I would be if I needed to breathe.”

She smiled tentatively and then said. “If I followed you home, would you keep me?”

For a moment, Spike just stared at her. It was the most innocent and adorable thing he had ever heard. Oh, yes, he really wanted to keep her. Then, he remembered the game they were playing. He gave her his most mocking smile. “That’s it? That’s all you got, Red?”

“Well, have you got any better ideas?”

“Yes. I have.” And he promptly pulled her into his lap. She squirmed and he gripped her upper arms to hold her still. “Dru always started with action.”

“Maybe that’s because her sentences lacked a little in the sense department.”

“Hey! That was uncalled for, pet.”

She leaned in close and rested her head on his shoulder. “What do you think this situation does call for, Spike?” 

“I’m open to suggestions.” He shivered as one of her pale fingers idly played with the neck of his black t-shirt. “If you have any.”

“Well, I was just thinking . . .” She slipped a finger underneath his shirt and felt the cool skin. “Since you’re so experienced and all . . . “

“Yes?” Spike would be willing to share all his knowledge with her. “You were thinking what exactly?”

She abruptly pulled away and stood up. Can’t believe he fell for it again. Sucker. Well, blood sucker. “Why don’t we switch places. You hit on me, and I’ll see how it’s done, first hand.”

   *******

Spike made Willow sit on the chair. He now stood behind her. The little witch thought she could tease him and get away with it. "Pet, I'm going to show you my flirting technique. It is guaranteed to get you any vampire you want." Willow nodded, still not looking at him. She was teeming with anticipation.

He swaggered past her as he made his way the other end of the room, he only stopped to flick a negligent glance at her over his shoulder. His coat billowed around him as turned on his heel. Spike gave her an appraising look and then smiled wickedly. He began to approach her at a rapid pace, eating up the space between them in seconds. He stood over her and pinned her with his eyes, they were full of heat and hunger. Before she knew what was happening, he grabbed her up from the chair and held her against his hard body, her feet dangling. Then, he kissed her voraciously, putting all of his longing for her into it. He broke the kiss, holding her tightly to him for a moment, reveling in the feel of her. He then slid her slowly down his body to the floor, letting her feel his desire. His voice was husky as he said. "In all my years, I have never met anyone quite like you, Willow. You are unique, possibly the most fascinating woman I’ve ever known . . . I've never wanted anyone as much as I want you." Spike plundered her stunned mouth again before he released her arms.

Willow slumped down in the chair as he let go of her. Her breathing was rapid and she was dazed. Spike turned his back to Willow, reigned in his raging body, and managed to affect a careless expression as he turned to face her. "End of lesson. That's one way of catching a vampire, pet. Of course, you’ll need to change it to suit you. I doubt you could pick the bloody poof up.”

Willow could only nod at him, she had no idea what he just said. Spike smiled at the confused red head. He kissed her cheek quickly and faked a yawn. “I think I’ll take a nap, pet.” He strolled over to her bed and lay face down. 

   *******

When Willow could think once again, she noticed that Spike was on her bed. He appeared to be sleeping and she approached him stealthily. She touched his arm gently and pulled it quickly away. He stirred a little and rubbed his face into the pillow he was clutching. Perfect! This would give her the time she needed. Willow pulled her bedroom door closed quietly. Her parents had left after lunch for a movie. Apparently, the local theater was showing a foreign film that their friends were raving about. They had tried to convince Willow to go, but she was watching Spike. Willow had never liked subtitles in movies anyway. She went to the phone in the kitchen and quickly dialed a number. “Uh. . .Hello, Cordelia. Oh, I’m fine. How are you?”” She listened for a few moments. “C-can I speak with Angel? It’s important.”




Rebound Ch. 01-05



“Hello, Willow.”

“Hi, Angel. I need a favor from you.“

”Of course, Willow. You know I’m always willing to help out.“

   ******** 

“Hey, Wills. When do you want me to pick up Fangless?”

“Oh. Uh. . .no need. . .Spike’s helping me with my. . .homework. Yep, a huge psychology test.”

“Psychology?”

“Abnormal psychology. You know those vampires, they’re as abnormal as they come. Especially Spike.” 

“Okay. . .”” Xander wasn’t buying a word of it.“Well, maybe you’d like me to come over. I could help too.” 

“NO!” She quickly recovered. “Actually, Angel is coming over. I know you guys don’t get along. You’d be uncomfortable.”

“Willow, what is going on? I know that you’ve taken this break-up with Oz really hard. I know you loved him. But, what the hell is going on?” Xander was starting to get worried. “Are you running a halfway house for defective vampires or something? If you need someone to talk to too, I’m here for you!” 

Willow sighed, Xander was jealous. “No one can replace you, Xander. You’ve just been busy with Anya. Buffy’s busy with Riley. And Giles is having his own little crisis. It feels good to talk to Angel and Spike about my relationship.” Willow almost laughed, she was on a roll today. “Think about it. Angel lost Buffy and Spike lost Drusilla. We are all miserable right now. “ 

Xander understood immediately. He remembered how he felt after Cordelia had broken up with him. Being around people who were happy and in love had tortured him. “Alright, Wills. Let me know if there is anything you need.” 

“Thanks, Xander.” Willow walked into her room to find Spike awake. His head was propped on his elbow and he lay on his side. “Sleep well?” she asked. 

“Yes.” he ran his hand over the comforter. “It was very comfortable. Not like sleeping in a strange bed at all, pet. You might say, it was made for me.” Willow couldn’t help but smile at him and his innuendo. Spending time with him made it impossible to stew about Oz and why he left. It was a harmless infatuation. “Tell me something, luv. Why did you change your mind about me sitting on your bed earlier?” 

“What are you talking about?” 

“When you had me pretend to be Angel, pet. Afraid you couldn’t control yourself if I was laying on your bed?” 

“Oh, well, I just didn’t think it would be a good. . .um. . .I mean. . .uh, your boots are muddy and you would have gotten my bed dirty.” She gave him a cheesy smile. 

“Whatever you say, Red.” She needed to change the subject fast. “ I thought we might make this contest a little more interesting.” 

“Oh? “ What’s going on in that devious little mind of hers? 

 “How about making a wager? Putting your money where your mouth is.” 

“What do I win?” 

“Well, I hadn’t thought that far ahead. I have some cash -” 

“No, I don’t want your money. Offer me something else.” 

“What do you want?” Goddess he’s handsome. 

“Why don’t you let me pick a prize of my choice when I win.” 

“If you win.” 

“If I win, “ he said indulgently. “What do you want from me?” 

She thought a moment. “Same as you. I’’ll select a prize later on.” 

“Fine with me. Let’s talk about the terms. I love to gamble, pet, and I like high stakes.” 

“Me too.” She said, recklessly. 

“Fine. How about at least five dates and you gotta shag him. And I want proof.” He waited for her stammered refusal.

“W-w-what?! I can’t ‘shag’ him.” She whispered the word shag. 

”Why not, luv?” Spike clapped his hands together, she was going to give in. This was delicious. 

“Because, he’ll turn into Angelus if he’s too happy.”

“What are you saying, ducks?”

“Listen! That’s how he lost his soul. The gypsy curse states that if he knows complete happiness, even for a second, he will lose his soul. “ 

”So, Soulman shagged the slayer and caused that whole mess?” Spike’s mind was whirling. Then, he thought about the implications of the happiness stipulation. “Peaches can’t. . .” Spike wrapped his arms around his stomach as he laughed himself senseless. After his warped mirth subsided, Spike grinned at Willow. “No wonder he’s so bloody depressed. Hell, I’d probably read bloody poetry and brood if I couldn’t shag. Or stake myself.” 

Willow choked on a giggle, the demon’s humor was infectious. Sorry, Angel! She took a deep breath and tried to sound impatient. “Can we get back to the subject now?” 

“Five dates? You must kiss him. And no nookie, okay?” He teased and held out his hand to her. He knew he was going to win.

“You got yourself a deal.” She shook his hand. The wager was placed. She knew she would win. 

*******

Spike pulled open the Rosenberg’s front door to greet Angel. A smile tugged at Spike’s mouth. “Well, if it isn’t Peaches.” 

“Spike.” Angel’s tone was cold. Spike had recently traveled to L.A. in search of a magical gem that would make him invincible. Angel had been tortured by Spike and his partner in their quest to find the gem.

“My, aren’t we touchy today. What’s wrong? Feeling a little tense? Have some pent up frustration, Peaches?” Spike’s face was a mask of mock concern.

“No, I’m fine.” Angel gave the younger vampire a warning look. He hadn’t come here to exchange pleasantries with Spike. “Where’s Willow?”

“Right here! Come in, Angel.” Angel stepped in to see Willow standing behind Spike. She was dressed in skin tight leather pants and a satin top. Angel’s jaw nearly dropped. Something strange was going on here.

“Nice to see you, Willow.” 

“Why don’t we go to the living room?” Willow suggested. He followed her and Spike down the hall. “Are you hungry, Angel? I have some blood in the-“

”I ate before I came over.” He sat down on the couch. Willow sat next to him and Spike sat in the big chair across from them. “What do you know about this demon?”

“What demon?” Spike said. Willow fixed him with a pleading look. “Oh, that demon. He’s a nasty bugger. He’s blue with. . .purple spots. Smells like cabbage.”

Willow winced. When she had spoken with Angel earlier, she had made up some excuse for why she needed Angel’s help. A rogue demon was the first thought that had entered her mind. “Yes. Giles can’t seem to find much information on him. He must be rare. So I thought I’d ask you for some help. . .on the side. . .I didn’t want to upset Buf-. I mean anyone.” Willow hoped they could find a demon around with that description if they needed to. 

“Hmmm.” Angel said. He had never heard of such a demon. But that didn’t mean it didn’t exist. But what was Willow keeping from him? She was a terrible liar. It must have something to do with Buffy. Could it be that she was hurt? Angel felt a sinking sensation in his stomach. Maybe Buffy had given specific instructions not to involve him. Maybe she didn’t want him around anymore–at all. “I see . . .”

“Hmmm.” Spike rubbed his chin and put on a serious expression. “I see . . .” He rolled his eyes. “However did you guys put up with this on a daily basis—without getting paid?” 

Willow glared at him. “Shush!” Then she kicked him in the shin for good measure, just as she would have kicked Xander. Spike’s eyes flashed. Willow swallowed, he would make her pay for that somehow. For a moment she had forgotten this was a vampire, not her clueless best friend. 

Angel observed all of this with a bewildered amusement. Then something occurred to him. “Willow, what exactly is Spike doing at your house?”

“He-“ Willow began.

“Well, mate, I can explain that. First we were wrestling, then I was reading. And then, we ate lunch . . .uh, pet? What did we do after that?” He pretended to think for a moment. “Oh, yes. Then I helped her get dressed.”

“What?” Angel turned to look at Willow, his expression thunderous.

“He’s lying!”

“Now, ducks, can you honestly deny that we did all of those things? I even left the part out about being in your bed. Oh, and when you sat on my lap.” Spike gave her a wicked grin.

Angel stood up, gaping at both of them. “What is going on here?” 

“He’s twisting everything around. We did all of those things, but not the way it sounds like we did them. . .I mean, I. . .” Willow trailed off.

“Willow, come with me.” Angel stalked off to the kitchen, expecting her to follow him. 

Willow scowled at Spike. “Why did you do that?”

“I want to win.”

“That wasn’t fair!”

“I just told him my version of the truth. As for being fair, what did you expect? I’m evil, luv.” He smiled at her apparent outrage. “Wanna give in? We can stop this whole thing right now.”

“Never!”

“Then you had better go have your chat about the vampire birds and bees with the poof.” She started to walk off. “And pet?” She whirled around. “ At least I didn’t tell him about the kissing.” She blushed and ran after Angel.

   *******

Angel had overheard most of the conversation due to his sensitive vampiric hearing. His arms were crossed and he frowned as Willow walked in the kitchen. “Kissing? You kissed him! Willow, how could you? He’s a vampire! A soulless, killer who-”

“I didn’t kiss him! He kissed me!”

Angel’s expression darkened. “He forced himself on you?” He pulled a stake out of his coat as he took a step forward.

“Woah! No, it was just a little kiss. He didn’t hurt me.” She threw herself into Angel’s path. 

Angel stared at her. “You wanted Spike to kiss you?” 

“Of course not! He’s a vampire, why would I want to kiss one?” Oh no! That’s not the way to win the bet. “Well, at least that particular vampire. I mean. . .Spike. . .uh. . .eww. If I wanted to kiss a vampire, it wouldn’t be him.”

“You want to kiss other vampires? What is the matter with you, Willow? You’ve no business running around kissing the undead. You could be hurt.”

Willow’s eyes lit with a new idea. “Oh, Angel.” She hung her head and tried to sound tearful. “Something must be very wrong with me. I need some help.” She looked up at him, her mouth trembling. 

Angel was contrite, he never wanted to hurt Willow. But, she had to stop this ridiculous notion of dating a demon. “Of course, I’ll help you. “ He rubbed her back and gave her a brief hug. Willow’s stomach growled. “Why don’t I take you to get something to eat and we’ll talk this all out. You can tell me about the demon we need to catch, too.”

“Um. .okay, Angel.” Willow tried to sound hesitant, but she felt like dancing. Take that Spike! 

   *******

“Stay here, she says. Don’t touch anything, she says. Stay out of trouble, she says.” Spike muttered to himself, as he sat on the edge of Willow’s bed. “What am I, some bloody puppy? I most certainly am not!” He looked about for his coat. He slid it on, and straightened the collar. He glanced back at the night stand Hmm. Peaches will be plenty entertaining, but some reading material might be helpful. He grabbed her vampire ‘romance’ novel out of the bag and headed out the door.

   *******

“Denny’s?!” Willow stared at her dark companion. “This is where we’re going?”

Angel looked offended. “It’s not like I ‘eat’ here, Willow.”

“You like the decor?” She giggled.

“No.” His brow furrowed. “It’s open all night, and not a lot of local teens come here, so we there’s little chance we’ll run into somebody we know, and the waitresses are nice –“

He was about to continue when Willow put a hand up to stop him. “It’s ok. You don’t have to explain yourself to me.”

He swallowed, his face sad and brooding once more. “Buffy liked their pancakes. We used to stop here after midnight patrols and pretend . . .” He paused a moment. “Pretend that we were a normal couple, just getting something to eat.”

“She never told me that.” Willow felt bad for them and for a moment her conscience told her to confess everything, her bet with Spike be damned. Then she pictured Spike’s face when he said he would have a prize of his choosing when he won. She put on her ‘resolved face’ and made up her mind to persevere. 

Angel watched the play of emotions on her face, and misinterpreted every single one of them. He thought she was concerned about appearing normal with her own demon boyfriend, then deciding that nothing would stop her. He was certain he had his work cut out for him. “Willow, there’s a lot of problems with these kind of relationships. Much more than what Buffy let on about.” He looked at her with his most sincere face. “It’s not worth it, Willow.”

“But you and Buffy–“

”I lost my soul.”

She looked him square in the eye. “Exactly.”

“What?” Just then the waitress approached. Once they were seated at a cozy booth in the back of the non-smoking section, Angel stared at her. “What did you mean?”

“Can I take your order?” Angel growled in frustration. Their waitress jumped back. “I can come back . . .”

“No, wait!” Willow smiled sweetly at her. “Could I have a slice of peanut butter pie and a glass of chocolate milk?”

The waitress nodded enthusiastically, then turned to Angel. “And, uh, for you, sir?”

“Coffee. Black.” He gave her a curt nod.

Once she was gone, Willow glared at him. “That was rude.”

“Don’t avoid the subject, Willow.”

“Well,” she tucked her hair behind her ears and leaned forward on her elbows. “Why did you lose your soul?”

Angel cleared his throat. “Well, because we–“

”No. Not the action. What was the stipulation of the spell?” She knew it by heart, now.

“Because I had one moment of true happiness . . .”

“I know you’ve seen the worst of this world, Angel.” She said with compassion. “Looking at all the pain and loneliness, are you telling me that one moment of true happiness wasn’t worth being looked at a little strangely?”

For a moment, Angel was speechless. How could he deny that? It would be a betrayal of Buffy, of himself and of the redemption he fought for. He sincerely regretted the pain and death Angelus had inflicted, but he could never lament the time he had spent with Buffy. She had brightened his life in so many ways, he was a better man because of her. He reached across the table and took her hand in between his. “Are you telling me you’re in love with Spike?”

    ********

Spike stared through the window at the couple engaged in intimate conversation. When Angel took Willow’s hand, he growled low in his throat. The Poof looked very interested in the red head. That was just too bad, Willow was already taken. He had to hand it to the little witch though. He hadn’t thought she had it in her. He looked up at the neon sign of the little diner. “Denny’s?” This was Mr. Dark and Dramatic ‘s idea of a good restaurant?

Spike walked through the entrance and was assaulted by the twang of bad country western music. The garish light stung his eyes. Spike almost turned around and went back. He glanced back at Peaches and Red. They were still holding hands.

“Sir? Smoking or Non?” The Hostess leaned closer. “Sir?”

“Did you say smoking?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Right, then. Smoking . . .and in the back if you can manage, ducks.” He flashed a winning smile at her. “I’m not in the mood to be spotted, if you know what I mean.”

He followed her back to the booth, sat down, and promptly lit a cigarette. “Would you care for something to drink?” She asked.

“Gin.”

“I’m sorry, we don’t serve alcohol.”

“What a bloody crock!” He glanced at the glossy menu before him. “Hot chocolate?”

“Sure . . .” The waitress tried not to laugh.

“And, luv? Put lots of those tiny marshmallows in it, would you? Oh, and whipped cream on the top?”

   *******

“ No, I’m not in love with Spike.” She said honestly. Though she did have romantic feelings towards him.

“Good.” Angel seemed relieved. “Are there any other vampires you feel that way about?”

“Uh. . .” She didn’t want to answer this question, ever mindful of the bet. “I have to use the bathroom.” Willow pulled her hand back from Angel’s clasp. Angel said nothing but his eyes promised her that she’d be answering it when she returned. 

Angel sat sipping his coffee, pondering his failed relationship with Buffy. 

“Peaches, are you still depressed?”

Angel glared up at the blonde. “No, I’m not depressed. Why all this concern for my emotional state? And what are you doing here? Willow told you to stay at her house.”

“She really didn’t mean it. As for my concern for you. . .well, you’re family. I have to take care of my grandsire.” He said with false sincerity. Angel snorted.

“I bet it must be difficult for you.” Spike just couldn’t resist needling him. 

“What is that?”

“Not knowing the love of a woman -“

”Not knowing the. . .how did you find out about that?”

“I just overheard the Scoobys talking, Peaches. “ He lied easily. “ What? You think I read it in the Vampire Nightly Times?” Angel’s hands clenched into fists.

“Now, now. All that pent up frustration. You have to get rid of this energy somehow. Take up running or something. Or maybe you should look for a cure. Why don’t you consult the Watcher’s books? I bet you could find some kind of vampire Viagra spell that would help you out.”

Angel was embarrassed. “I can. I don’t have any trouble in that department. . .” He fixed Spike with a glare. “I am not discussing this with you.”

Spike chuckled. He looked up and spotted Willow making her way to the table. He surreptitiously put Willow’s romance novel on the seat and quickly got up. “See you around, mate.”

Willow came over to the table. “Was that Spike?”

“Yes.” Angel was visibly upset. 

“What’s wrong? What did he say to you?”

“Never mind. Now, let’s discuss your feelings for other vampires.”

“Please, Angel, do we have to talk about this?”

He looked at her, she was obviously tired. “We’ll talk later. Finish your pie.” They sat in companionable silence while Willow finished her food. Willow relaxed as she leaned back in the booth. Her hand brushed something, she picked up the book. 

“What’s that?” Angel asked.

Willow immediately recognized it. Spike must have brought it. “Nothing. Just a novel, I’ve been reading.”

“Oh, let me see.” Angel loved books.

“NO!”

“Why?” Angel didn’t understand her vehemence. He reached across the table and plucked it from her clasped hands. “Hmmm. Dark Embrace? I’ve never seen a book like this. Willow this is a-“

”I know what it is.” Willow’s face and neck was crimson.

Angel was appalled. He handed her the book and made no comment. This idea of hers was more serious than he had first thought. Suddenly it occurred to him that they had not discussed the rogue demon she had brought him down here to help with. He had a sneaking suspicion that there was no smelly demon. 

But why would Willow invent an excuse to bring him here? Because she now had a thing for vampires? A thought struck him. Maybe she didn’t have a thing for vampires. Maybe she had a thing for this vampire. Did Willow have a crush on him?

He had to speak with one of her friends, find out how long this had been going on. Buffy? Absolutely not. Seeing her would be too painful. Giles? He wasn’t privy to Willow’s thoughts on men. Xander? Angel grimaced, he was the most likely choice. “I’ll take you home, Willow.”

***********

Spike found Willow laying on her bed. Her arms were crossed and she leaned against the headboard. The romance novel lay on her lap. She scowled at him. “How could you do that to me?”

“Now, luv, I warned you. I play to win.” 

“You want to play the game this way? Fine, no more Miss Nice Girl. I’ll beat you if it is the last thing I do.” She flung the book at him and hit him in the chest. 

“I hope you’ll try to win.” He smirked as he sat down on her bed. “I’ve been thinking about what I want for my prize. Wanna know what it is?”

“No! Because you won’t be winning anyway.” She said through gritted teeth.

“Aren’t you the teeniest bit curious?” He scooted closer to her. She rolled over and turned her back to him. He grinned and stretched out behind her, on his side mimicking her position. “Come on, luv. Don’t you want to know what’s at stake?”




Rebound Ch. 01-05



Willow sighed and moved closer to the edge of the bed. She muttered something about wanting a stake, but Spike didn’t quite catch the rest of it. He picked up her book and tossed it in front of her. “Since you’re obviously dying to know, I’ll save you the suspense.” He leaned over her and moved her hair off her shoulder, and whispered in her ear, “Read page 157.” 

Willow’s hand shook as she opened the novel. Her eyes quickly scanned the page. She gasped. “I can’t do that!”

“And why not, pet?” He ran the tip of his finger over the rim of her ear. “I promise you’ll find it enjoyable.”

“I’m not that bendy!”

   ********

“What took you guys so long to get here. I’m starv–“ Xander stared dumbfounded. “Either work is really scarce in L.A. or you’re not the pizza man.” 

Angel leaned forward expectantly. “May I come in?”

“That depends, do you have a pizza under that big black coat?” Xander swallowed when Angel looked less than amused. “Come on in.”

Angel followed Xander downstairs to his “room” in the basement. He knew the young man did not particularly care for him, and he felt uncomfortable barging in like this, but it couldn’t be helped. Xander gestured to the couch against the wall. Angel examined the saggy, worn mess and decided to stand instead. Xander shrugged and sat down. “What can I do for you, big guy?”

“It’s about Willow . . .”

“She’s not in trouble, is she?” Xander made as if to stand, but Angel waved him back down.

“No. At least not the immediate kind.” Angel frowned. “Have you noticed anything strange about her lately? Any new boyfriends? Has she been spending a lot of time outside, late at night? Or alone? Anything like that?”

“Why are you so worried about Willow’s love life?” Xander said gruffly. “Leave her alone. Look, its not like you have a good track record with living girls. Remember dating Buffy and then going “postal” on everyone? It just doesn’t work out for you. Go get yourself a dead girlfriend.” Xander stood up, ready to take on the vampire.

“Calm down, Xander.” Angel sighed. “I’m not interested in Willow.”

“You’re not?”

“No, she’s interested in . . .” He trailed off. This would not only sound terribly arrogant, but would also be deeply embarrassing for Willow. 

“In . . .”Xander prompted.

“In me” Xander burst into laughter. Angel waited several minutes for him to stop before continuing. “Have you been looking for a blue demon with purple spots?”

“Have you been feeding on crackheads? First, you think Willow likes you, now you’re seeing demons with spots?”

“Willow called me and asked for my help with a demon Buffy was looking for. I overheard her talking about kissing Spike-“

”What?!”

“Then, when we were at dinner, she showed me this vampire romance novel she had-“

”Wait a minute! You took her to dinner?”

“She was hungry and I needed-“

”Yeah, I think I know what you were ‘needing’, Deadboy.” Xander stood up again.

“Will you give it a rest? I’m not interested in Willow.”

“Alright, but you better be careful. I see some bite marks on her neck and you are going down!” He took a deep breath. “ Now, what’s this about a book?”

“Yes, it was about a vampire and a human woman. Apparently, they were-“

”Dark Embrace?” Xander queried. 

“You know about that book?”

“Of course, I gave it to her.”

“Why would you do that?” Angel sounded truly perplexed. Was it normal for people to have this kind of interest in the undead?

“Well, she was dating Oz at the time and,” Xander paused to clear his throat. “Oz overheard Wills saying to Buffy that she thought you were a hunk. So, I gave it to her as a joke. Pissed Oz off every single time he saw it. It is just a joke between friends. Don’t read anything into it, Willow has better sense when it comes to men than Buffy.”

“She told Buffy I was a hunk?” Angel ignored the barb.

“Yeah, well, don’t get your hopes up. She was trying to cheer Buffy up at the time.” Xander fixed Angel with a look. “She’s honest, but she’s also the kind to fib to make someone feel better.”

Angel sighed, he really didn’t want to get into a shouting match with Xander right now. He settled for glaring at the young man. Angel was starting to wonder if he had overreacted. Maybe she didn’t have feelings for him after all. Still, that didn’t explain anything with Spike or with why she had called him here. “So you don’t think anything strange is going on?”

Xander stopped to think about it for a minute. “Well, I was supposed to pick Spike up from her earlier and she wouldn’t let me.”

“Somehow it keeps coming down to Spike.” Angel left without a word to Xander, it was time he had a little chat with the younger vampire.

   *******

Willow gave Spike a mutinous look as she scrambled off the bed and onto her feet. “I’m not doing that with you over some silly bet.”

“Oh, you think it’s silly? Well, if it doesn’t mean anything to you, we can just end it. All you have to say is three little words, pet.”

“Kiss my -“

”You win, Spike.”

“Tushy.” She finished lamely. 

“Hmm, that could be interesting. What a naughty little mind you’ve got. But if you want to do that, we’ll have to wait for another night. Since I won, I get to choose.” He moved into a sitting position on the bed.

“Ewww! This is just like that slapping thing, isn’t it? All vampires are perverts.” She turned her back to him and crossed her arms. “ I think you should go home now.”

“But you suggested it, luv. I was just being agreeable.” He reached out for her but Willow jumped away, shooting him a scathing glance.

“Get out! Go to Xander’s house. NOW!”

“I can see your upset. I’ll take a walk while you calm down.” He stood up and said casually. “ By the by, your mum and dad called and said they would be staying at a friend’s house this evening. Some dinner party at a lake or some rot.”

“You answered the phone?”

“Of course! It was ringing.”

“What did you tell them?”

“I just said that you were helping me with my homework, pet. Human Anatomy.”

“Did they buy it?” 

“Excuse me! I’ll have you know that I’m an expert at lying. Do you know how hard it is to walk the fine line between pissing the slayer off a bit and making her mad enough to stake me? I deserve a bloody Oscar.”

“Fine. Whatever. Why don’t you take that walk?”

“Alright. Promise you won’t deinvite me from the house?”

“Leave!”

“I’m going. Give me a goodnight kiss?”

“Go!” Spike smiled rakishly before he bolted out the door.

   *******

Spike chuckled to himself as he walked the streets of Sunnydale. He had Willow exactly where he wanted her. Soon, she would be his. He imagined the two of them going around the world together. He’d get the damn chip removed and she would be his companion until the world faded into oblivion. 

Spike was busy planning when he ran smack into Angel as he rounded a corner. “Bloody hell, watch where you’re going, mate.”

“Spike. We need to talk.”

“That’s all you get to do these days, huh? All talk and no action.”

“We need to talk about Willow.”

“What about her?” He asked innocently.

“What are your intentions?”

“Who the hell are you? Her bleedin’ father?”

“Spike, what are your intentions?” Angel repeated.

“Peaches, what I do with Willow is none of your business.”

“I know that you’ve been neutered by that chip. Giles told me all about it. With one phone call and a few choice words I could have Buffy over here in a second. You’d be nothing but ashes.”

“Excuse me! I am not neutered. The correct term for it is defanged. You, on the other hand, ARE neutered. Oh, and we both know you won’t call the slayer or you would’ve already done it. It’d probably make you cry to see good ‘ol Slutty again.”

Angel fought to control his temper, he knew Spike was deliberately goading him. “Look, I’m worried about Willow. I know you can’t hurt her now-“

”I think you are wasting your time thinking about her, mate. She’s mine! Got it? First, Drusilla and now Willow. “

”Just what are you implying? That I am after Willow?” Angel stared at Spike, whose face was set in a mulish expression. After more than a century of spending time with this demon, Angel knew what it meant. Spike had decided he wanted something and he wasn’t about to let anyone stand in his way. “Listen, defanged or not, you will not be going near her again, or I’ll stake you myself.”

“I think you need to take that up with Willow.” Spike smiled as he reached in his pocket for a smoke. He lit it and blew a stream of smoke at Angel. “Little witch likes having me about.”

“You’re just an inconvenience to her Spike. To her and to everyone else.”

“Really? Then why doesn’t she uninvite me? Why did she bring me up to stay in her bedroom instead of the basement?” Spike stepped closer to his grandsire, smirking. “Why was she wearing clothes that I picked out for her? Why did she kiss me? Why was she sitting on my lap?” 

Angel hesitated, but did not step back. “You’re twisting the truth around, Spike.”

“Did she deny it? Any of it?” Angel remained silent. “Ahh, have I gotten through that massive gelled head of yours then? I tell you what. If you still don’t believe me, why don’t you go up to her room right now and ask her again if all those things happened.”

“I think I will, Spike. And if you’re lying, I’ll take you with me to L.A.—in a little glass jar.” Angel spun on his heel, his coat billowing around him, headed towards Willow’s house.

“Peaches!” Spike waited until he paused. “Don’t stick around after I get back. I have a feeling Red and I will be needing some privacy.”

   ********

Willow tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear and stared at the tall man now sitting in her desk chair. She sat on the edge of her bed, her feet crossed at the ankles and her hands folded in her lap. This won’t do. I need to look sexier–more like Buffy. She recrossed her legs at the knees and folded her hands behind her head. Relax, you can do this. “So, what did you want to ask me?”

Angel smiled at her, trying to put her at ease. “Willow, Spike told me some things tonight about the two of you and your . . .relationship.”

She pinkened. “Like what?”

“That you. . .kissed him, sat on his lap, and that your interested in him.” When she didn’t jump to defend herself, Angel started to lecture her. “Willow, I know you are young and naive. You are probably curious about Spike, but he’s a demon, Willow! He would kill you without a second thought and-“

Willow was sick of being lectured. “Angel, this is none of your business.”

“But-“

”This doesn’t concern you!”

“I care about you, Willow.” He said simply.

“I know you do, and I hate to see you so worried. So, I’m going to be honest with you.”

“Finally.” 

“Angel!” She admonished, then stared at the wall behind the imposing vampire. She didn’t think that she could look him in the eye as she said this. “ Spike and I made a bet. I bet him I could go out with you and make you fall in love with me.

“You made a bet?” The vampire was dumbfounded. “ Why would you do this? You called me all the way down here just to win some bet.” His expression darkened. “This is all Spike’s fault, he’s influencing you. Making you do things that you wouldn’t normally do.”

“No, Angel. The bet was my idea.”

He stared at her as if she had grown an extra head. “I’m so sorry, Angel. I knew it would be painful for you to come to Sunnydale. You must thing I’m a horrible person.”

Despite himself, Angel couldn’t continue to be angry with her. His sense of humor took over. To be honest, he was amazed that Willow had been able to pull this off. “So, no smelly multi-colored demon?”

“No, I’m so sorry.”

“You were going to seduce me?”

“No, just date you.” Her voice had lowered to a whisper. “The clothes. . .”

“I noticed them. Willow?”

“Yes?”

“What were you going to win?”

“A prize of my choice.”

“And Spike wins the same thing?”

“Yes, he already told me what he wants.” Willow was surprised, the idea of losing to Spike didn’t bother her as much as it once had. The more she thought about giving him his prize, the more she warmed to the idea. But part of Willow still wanted to win. She wondered how Spike would have reacted when she beat him. 

“What’s that?”

She grabbed the book and thrust it at him. “Page 157.”

Angel flipped to the page. At first he looked confused as he figured out the various euphemisms. Then, as comprehension dawned, the book hit the floor with a thud. Angel sat down and looked at Willow. She studied the floor. Finally he reached down and picked up the book again. He re-read the passage more slowly. He caught her eye and quirked an eyebrow. “Are you really that bendy?”

Willow was beet-red. “I guess I’m going to have to be.”

“No, you’re not.”

“What do you mean? I’ve lost the bet and–“

”No, you haven’t. I am going to help you.” He said with a determined nod. “Spike wasn’t playing fair, so there is no reason you have to play fair. Besides, I don’t want you getting involved with Spike. However, I want two things in return for my assistance.”

“What would those be?” She sounded hesitant. She didn’t think Angel would ask for anything inappropriate, but after nearly two days with Spike, she had learned to be cautious.

He gave her a look that said I know what you’re thinking and you should be ashamed of yourself. “One, you never make a bet like that with Spike, or anyone for that matter, again.”

“Of course.” He looked dubious. She added solemnly, “I promise.”

“And two, you have to answer this truthfully,” She waited for him to ask her how she really felt about Spike. He grinned in an almost wicked way. “Did you really tell Buffy I was a hunk?”

Willow threw her pillow at him. He caught it and gave her a cheesy grin. Then he pulled her into a brief hug. “You had me so worried.”

“I’m sorry, Angel!”

“Listen, he’s on his way back, so we have to think of something fast. Come here.” He pulled her head close to his mouth and began to whisper in her ear. First she blushed , then she began to giggle as Angel filled her in on his plan. “And Willow?”

“Yes?”

“Let’s try to keep this from getting to the other Scoobys, ok?” She nodded. He had said “Scoobys”; he meant “Buffy”.

   *******

Spike grinned the whole way back to Willow’s. By now, the lovely red head would be ready to give up and send Peaches back to L.A. He hopped over a fence and into her yard. All of the curtains on her windows were shut. Damned inconvenient. How am I supposed to spy on them? He would have to settle for listening. He climbed up to her balcony and settled himself leaning against the rail. He lit a smoke and waited for the fun to begin. Spike almost choked on his first inhale.

“OH, Angel!” Willow’s soft voice nearly moaned. “That makes me feel so good.”

“Just a little more the left, baby.” Angel’s deeper voice encouraged. “It’ll be even better. Remember to breathe.”

“Can we do that again?” She sounded breathless.

“Sure. Just lift your leg a little.”

“This is amazing.” She let out a giggle. “Hey, my hair’s caught.”

“Sorry, let me fix that. There. Better?”

“Much.” She sighed. “I guess I am more bendy than I thought.”

“I told you that you could do this, with a little effort.” His voice deepened. “And the right motivation.” Spike was seeing red. He should have known better than to trust that bloody wanker to do the honorable thing. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. It was the same thing with Drusilla. Apparently, Angel/Angelus (as if it mattered) had a problem remembering exactly who his girlfriend was. Red belonged to Spike. If Angel didn’t have the morals to leave the girl alone, he could at least respect his grandchilde’s territory. It was bloody rude, was what it was.

Inside the room, Willow was trying very hard not to laugh. Angel was teaching her some rudimentary yoga. He was experienced in it, and had often practiced it with Buffy when he helped her train. She was stretching muscles she hadn’t known she had. When Angel told her Spike was now outside listening, he had encouraged her to speak up. Her comments had seemed completely innocuous until she thought about them from what she imagined Spike’s perspective to be. Then they become not only suggestive, but spectacularly funny. 

“Let’s try a new one, “ Angel suggested. She moaned again as they stretched to a different position, her mouth twitching with the effort to hold her laughter in.

Angel couldn’t believe what a good pupil she was. She was a natural at this. He stood behind her, his body towering over hers, as he guided her body into the strange positions. He saw her trying to conceal her laughter, and suddenly had the urge to tickle her. What would Spike think of that? He smiled. Why not find out?

He reached down to her ribcage and brushed his fingers over it lightly. She let out a girlish shriek and tried to squirm away. So, she was ticklish! He would not relent, running his hand over her side again. She kicked at him. “Ow! That hurt! Be careful, darling.” He continued tickling her anyway. She squealed, then they both hit the floor with a loud thud.

“Stop, stop! No, Angel. . . I can’t take it anymore, please!” She gasped out between bouts of laughter.

Spike had heard enough. He reached for the handle of the balcony doors, but he hesitated. Angel’s voice reached his ears. “Beg me.” Spike thrust the doors open and pushed inside.

When Angel saw Spike he felt a sharp stab of disappointment. He had been having fun. And he couldn’t remember the last time he had laughed that hard. It felt really good to finally be comfortable with someone. No intensity, no fear, no desperation or sense of futility. Just peaceful. . .and almost happy.

Spike was practically vibrating with rage. “What the HELL is going on here?” Angel was underneath Willow, his sides shaking with silent mirth, as Willow hit him about his bare chest and arms. “Haven’t you ever heard that ‘no’ means ‘no’?”

They both stopped their playful antics to stare at Spike. “Oh, hello there. Have a nice walk?” Willow asked. She made no move to get off of Angel.

“Just hunky dory, pet.” His eyes spit fire and took on an amber glow as he regarded Angel. “What’s going on?”

“I was just showing her some of my moves, Spike.” He caught Willow’s eye and they laughed as if they were sharing some lover’s joke.

“I see.” His jaw clenched. “Well, don’t you have to be going, Peaches? The sun’s almost up. Time for all good poofters to be in bed.”

Angel wrapped his arms briefly around Willow, then supported her as she climbed to her feet. He stood in one swift movement, then enveloped her in a hug, picking her up off the ground. He was reluctant to let her go. He’d been having such a good time, his voice was a little more tender than necessary when he said,“See you tomorrow, darling?”

“No, she has classes. She’s very busy with homework and research.” Spike said.

“Don’t be silly, Spike. I can always make time for Angel.”

“Goodnight.” Angel said softly. Her eyes lifted to meet his, and for a brief moment, they stood staring into each other’s eyes. He knew that he should kiss her goodnight just for Spike’s benefit, but suddenly he was nervous. Her breath caught in her throat as she looked up into his face, and she glanced down again. He felt a predatory thrill, as he tilted her chin up. He leaned forward and brushed his lips against hers. She shivered. He leaned forward again to deepen the kiss, but was stopped by a loud cough from Spike. 

Angel stepped back from Willow, looking a little shaken. He hadn’t intended to enjoy the kiss. Or to continue it. She looked surprised, too. “Goodnight.” He said again.

“Yes, yes, you already said that, Peaches.” Spike pushed the dazed vampire towards the door. “This is the part where you leave.”

Angel stepped through the doorway, still a little shocked and confused by what had just happened. Spike slammed the door shut and locked it behind him. Then he spun around to stare accusingly at Willow that’s when he spotted Angel’s satin shirt and trademark black trench coat on the bed. He gathered both of them up and held them at arms length as if they were toxic. Without ceremony, he unlocked the balcony doors, walked to the edge, and flung them down on Angel’s head. The baffled vampire hadn’t even realized he was rambling off into the night without the rest of his clothes. 




Rebound Ch. 01-05



Spike walked back in and locked the doors behind him. He scanned her bookshelves, “You got an uninvite spell in one of these books, luv?”

She was enjoying his obvious pique and decided not to address his question. “Hmm, maybe I should be thinking about what my prize should be.” She smiled dreamily as she sat down at her vanity to brush out her hair. “I know.”

“No use wasting your time thinking about that, luv. It’s not like you’re going to win.” Spike pouted as he leaned against the door.

“Your duster.”

“Excuse me?”

“It’ll go well with the leather outfits that Angel likes.”

“Forget about it.”

“Only three more to go.” She smiled as she dug in a drawer for her pajamas.

“Do my ears deceive me?” He walked over to look over her shoulder and peer into the drawer. “You need four more dates.”

“Three.” She pulled out a knee length, sleeveless flannel sleep shirt. Spike reached his hand in, pulling out a silky chemise with a questioning look. She tore it out of his hands and stuffed it back in the drawer. “I went to dinner with him this evening. Then he came over again later. That’s two.”

“That last bit wasn’t official, it doesn’t count!” Spike protested as he went to reach back in the drawer.

She slammed it shut on his hand. “Of course it does.”

“Ow! Bloody Hell, Red. “ He clutched his throbbing hand to his chest.

“Does it hurt?” She asked sympathetically. 

“Yes. Kiss it and make it better?”

“Funny, I got the impression that your hand isn’t what you’d like me to kiss.”

He refused to answer the taunt and held out his hand. She rolled her eyes but brushed a light kiss across his knuckles. “Mmmm. . .that feels better. But it still hurts here.” He wiggled his thumb. She obligingly kissed it. “And here.” He offered her his palm and she kissed it too. “Much better. Thank you, luv.”

Willow almost felt guilty for deceiving the blond vampire. Almost. “Three dates.” She said stubbornly. 

“Four.”

Knowing Angel was part of her little plan, she conceded. “Four.” 

“Now, pet, which side do you sleep on? I’m exhausted.”

“I sleep in the middle of the bed and you are sleeping on the floor.”

“Pet, you injured me and then you’re going to make me sleep on the cold, hard floor all by myself?” His lower lip protruded. 

“I’m not buying it Spike. You slept on Xander’s nasty couch. You even slept with Harmony. My floor is a vast improvement. If you ask me nice, I’ll give you a blanket and a pillow.”

“‘Why ,pet, I do believe you’re jealous of Harmony. If you let me sleep on the bed, I promise to keep my delectable body all covered up, keep you away from temptation.” At her look, he held up his hands. “Fine, I’ll sleep on the bloody floor. But I get the fuzzy blanket and the big pillow.”

“Alright.” She walked off to change in the bathroom. When she got back Spike appeared to be asleep on the floor. She slid into bed, sighing. Her eyes drifted close, she was hovering on the edge of sleep when she felt eyes on her. She knew immediately it was Spike. 

She rolled over and sighed into her pillow. “Oh, Angel.”

Spike reached over and shook her awake. “Red! Wake up!”

“Spike?” She muttered sleepily.

“You were having a bloody nightmare.”

“I was?” She tried to hide her smile.

“You were about to wake the dead with your screaming.” He nodded solemnly. “But don’t worry.” He stretched out beside her. “I’ll be right here to make sure it doesn’t happen again.” Ever. From now on, you’ll be dreaming about me, Red, he added silently. He opened his mouth to speak again, but she was already back asleep, a grin turning the corners of her lips. He scowled and wished he knew why she was smiling in her sleep, now. He slid under the covers and pulled her closer to his body, finally giving in to sleep.



Rebound Ch. 01



When my eyes finally made their way up to his, I caught a little knowing smile. He knew I was staring, even though I had tried to hide it. "You look amazing," he said as he lightly brushed my arm. "I feel underdressed."

"Oh no," I exclaimed, this time not trying to hide my admiration, "You look great. We smiled at each other for a second longer.

"Shall we?" he asked as he gestured toward the door.

"Sure."

I snaked my arm through his as we walked side by side. As we approached the door, he took a one step lead ahead of me to make sure I would let him open the door for me.

"Thank you," I smiled as I slid through the door. I made sure to swing my hips a little more than usual to try to shift his attention to my firm backside.

I turned around when he didn't say anything. He looked up quickly as to not get caught staring. I smiled coyly. "My pleasure," he assured me. This time when he said it, I knew it had a different meaning.

As we browsed the movie selections along the wall with the new releases, we chatted about the different movies. He was surprised about my knowledge of the actors and the movies in general. "Is there anything you don't know?" he asked.

"I can't help it. I'm a movie junkie. I actually worked at Blockbuster for a little over a year. They paid crap, but I got all the free movie rentals I wanted. Not to mention the employee discount on purchases."

"So, Katie Hawkins, Movie Expert, which movie would you like to see?"

"Nothing is really catching my eye, but then again, I haven't really been paying that much attention to the movies."

"Well, how about this one?" He lifted up an Action/Suspense that I hadn't seen yet. I hadn't heard much about it, but at the moment, I didn't really care what movie we watched.

"Works for me." He waited for me to cross in front of him to head toward the line that was pretty long for a Thursday evening. He placed his hand on my lower back as we walked. The warmth of his hand just above my panty line was almost enough to drive me crazy. At that moment, I was glad he couldn't see the elated expression on my face.

As we neared the line, I composed myself so we could resume our conversation. When we stopped at the end of the line, he let his hand slide from my back down to my hip so that I was closer to him. Unsure of what to do, I just waited.

He finally broke the silence. "Would you like some popcorn to go with the movie?"

"No thanks. Pizza is good enough for me."

"Okay, but you at least have to get some candy. You can't have a movie night without candy."

I looked at him with the best puzzled look I could muster. "I thought you were supposed to be some sort of health nut."

"It's actually not healthy to totally hold back on all your cravings. You have cravings for a reason. A little candy ever now and then won't kill you." He stared quizzically at the stand with the candy on it. "I think I'll go with Reese's Pieces. It's the classic movie candy."

"That sounds good to me. Mind if I share?"

"Of course not." Then he thought about it for a minute. With a childish grin on his face, he silently bent down and grabbed another bag of Reese's Pieces. "Just in case we run out."

As we waited in line, he never removed his hand from my hip. His hand felt strange, but in a good way. It felt like it was supposed to be there.

When we finally made it to the register, he insisted on paying, and I didn't object. I knew there was no point to it. When we went outside, he walked me to my car. "Do you want to just follow me to my apartment?"

Actually, I didn't want to leave his side, but I agreed. "Sure. Is it close?"

"Just about a mile that way." He pointed down the road.

"Okay. I guess I'll see you in a few minutes, then." He waited for me to get my keys and unlock the car so he could open the door for me.

After I got in the car and he walked toward his, I took a few deep breaths. I knew I had to slow down my emotions. I was having too good of a time already. I wanted to take this slow, so I used the short drive to his apartment to do so. As we pulled into his apartment complex, I realized I was familiar with it. I had a friend in college who lived there. I parked next to him, and he quickly jumped out of his car to open my door for me. "Thanks."

"My—"

I cut him off. "Yeah, I know... Your pleasure." I grabbed his arm as he walked me to his apartment on the second floor.

His apartment was very nice, much nicer than I remember my friend from college's being. "Wow. It's very nice."

"Would you like a tour? It's not very big."

"I'd love one."

He put his hand on my lower back and led me into the kitchen. "This is the kitchen, obviously." I smiled. "Over here is the dining room." He had a square table that came up about to my belly button, made of cherry wood with a glass top.

"I like the table."

"Thanks. My mom picked it out."

"She has good taste."

We moved out of the dining room into a room with an L-shaped suede couch and a large flat-screen TV. "This is the living room."

I set my purse, along with the bag with the movie we had rented and our candy on the coffee table before me moved down the hallway.

He opened the door on the left of the hallway. "This is the bathroom."

It was small, but very clean. "Wow. How do you keep it so clean?"

"Honestly, I never use this bathroom."

He then opened the door at the end of the hallway. "This is the spare bedroom."

"Oh. I thought you had a roommate."

"No. He moved out almost a year ago."

"Well thanks for the memo!" I joked.

He then moved back out into the hallway and closed that door. He opened the last door in the hallway, the one to the right. "And this is my room."

When he opened the door, I knew why he used that room as his own. It was clearly the bigger of the two rooms, and I could see a bathroom on the other side of the room. There was a large bed at the center of the room against the wall, with a desk on one side and a dresser with a mirror on the other.

I walked into the room and plopped down on the bed. "Comfy," I said. I got up quickly, not wanting to make the situation uncomfortable, and walked into his bathroom. It was pretty clean, but it was very muggy, I was guessing from his shower just before we met at Blockbuster. There was a damp towel hanging over the shower curtain rod, and a razor was sitting out on the sink.

"He noticed me eyeing the details of the room. "Sorry about the mess," he apologized.

"Don't be. It's comforting to know you're actually human." I smiled and poked him in the stomach as I walked by him and back toward the living room. His abs felt incredibly strong pushing back on my finger when I touched his stomach. I tried my best not to show a reaction on my face.

I heard his footsteps follow behind me. I sat down on the couch and slowly looked up at him, taking full advantage of my chance to quickly check out the full length of his body again. When my eyes reached his face, I asked, "So, shall we order the pizza?"

"Sure." He paused for a moment. "Where do you want it from?"

"It doesn't matter much to me. I usually just get cheese pizza, so it's pretty much all the same."

"Is Pizza Express okay?"

"Sure. Cheese please." I smiled a cheesy smile, and he reciprocated."

If you want to get half cheese and half whatever you want, I'm okay with a few stray toppings."

"Nah. Cheese works for me. Breadsticks?"

"Why not? We got Reese's Pieces, so we might as well go all out."

He grabbed his phone and dialed the number. In just a couple minutes, the pizza was ordered. He sat down on the couch, but there was a cushion separating us. "So, what should we do until the pizza gets here? Should we start the movie?"

"Nah. Let's wait on the movie." As I traced my mind for something to do for the next 30-45 minutes, I noticed the two Guitar Hero guitars leaning against the wall to one side of the TV. "Are you any good at Guitar Hero?'

"Not really. I mean, I'm okay. I haven't played much recently. I never can get that orange button."

I laughed. "I have the same problem. I've decided it's impossible. Wanna play?" "Sure." He got up from the couch and grabbed the two guitars, handing one of them to me. He picked up the remote and changed channels until the Guitar Hero game popped up on the screen. "Lady's choice."

As I scrolled through the song list, I noticed him looking at me instead of the screen. "What?" I asked as I turned to look at him.

"Oh, nothing. It's just that you're the first girl that has ever asked to play video games with me."

"Oh," I looked at him skeptically, "So, you're saying you have a lot of girls over here?"

His expression changed immediately. "No, no! That's not what I meant! I was just saying it's different to have a girl actually be herself on a first date."

"So, this is a date now?" His face twisted uncomfortably at the question. I tried to stay serious, but I quickly gave way to the smile that was forcing its way onto my face.

He smiled back. "Yeah. At least I was hoping it was."

"We'll just have to see."

I turned back to the TV screen and picked out a song to play. We took turns picking songs, and we usually took turns winning, too.

After six songs, he looked at the clock and knew the pizza would be there soon. "Okay. We're tied 3 to 3. We'll say this song decides the winner."

"You can choose this one. I wouldn't want to be unfair." I smiled at him, as I saw his competitive side take over for a minute, while he tried to decide on a song that he thought he could win. "How about this one?"

I didn't even bother looking at the screen to see what it was. I knew I could probably beat him. I had been holding back just a little before. "Works for me." Before the song started, I kicked off my shoes and stood up.

"Oooh... she's getting serious now!" he bantered as he stood up as well.

"Looks like I'm not the only one."

As the song started, we both concentrated our hardest to hit all the notes flying across the screen at what seemed like an impossible pace. I didn't have much trouble hitting most of the notes, even has he hit me with multiple power ups. I waited until the end of the song, when I had three power ups saved, and then I hit him with them, one after the other, about 15 seconds apart. I continued playing as he faltered on most of the notes. I got one more power up and hit him with it. His side of the screen started flashing before the song stopped abruptly. "Player One Wins!" I shouted, reading the screen as it announced my victory. "Bow down before me, humbled one!"

I was joking, but he did just that. He got down on his knees in front of me and playfully bowed his head. "You are the Guitar Hero Master, my queen."

Just as I was about to touch his shoulders in a mock-knighting, he grabbed my legs and pulled me closer to him. His chin rested just above my panty line as he looked up at me.

I gasped quietly, unaware of what he was going to do. He quickly released his hold on me as he smoothly rocked back on his feet and stood up. He bowed slightly once again. He looked back into my eyes. "Until next time," he said with a smile.

I smiled back. "Yeah right. You know you can't beat me."

Just then there was a knock at the door. Brandon answered it. He grabbed the pizza and paid the delivery guy. "Keep the change," he said as he quickly shut the door.

"Time to eat!" he said as he carried the pizza into the kitchen and grabbed a couple plates from the cabinet. "Do you want to go ahead and put in the movie?"

Thinking about it, I wanted to prolong the night as much as possible. "Nah. Let's take advantage of that gorgeous table your mom picked out. We'll start the movie after we eat."

"Okay. It's probably good to get some use out of it. I think this will be the first time in about six months it's had any company." He walked over to the table with two plates as I was pulling out one of the chairs. He pulled out the chair next to mine and sat down.

I took a bite of the pizza and realized I didn't have anything to drink. "Do you have any water?"

"Oh, yeah. Sorry. I'll get it." He got up quickly and walked back into the kitchen. I heard the ice and water dispenser running, and then he returned with two glasses of water.

"Thanks."

"My pleasure." He smiled, knowing how I loved to make fun of him for overusing that phrase.

As we ate, we made small talk about nothing in particular. We made sure to stay away form touchy subjects like religion, politics, and of course, sex. After we were both stuffed, we went back to sit down on the couch. Again, he had sat down with a cushion in between us.

Without giving him a chance to argue, I stood up and grabbed the movie to put it in.

"I can get that," he said as he started to stand.

"I got it. See?" I lifted up my feet behind me one at a time. "Two feet."

After I put in the movie, I set the case back down on the coffee table and sat down on the couch, this time only leaving about half a cushion in between us.

We waited for a couple seconds, and when the movie loaded and came on, it was way too loud, probably from when we were playing Guitar Hero. "Ahh!"

"I got it!" he shouted over the loud noise. He stood up and got the remote off the entertainment stand, immediately turning the volume down before coming back over to the couch. This time when he sat down, he was right next to me. I felt his muscular leg pushing against mine. I was surprised at the strong feelings I got from just his leg touching my own. I probably could have jumped him right then, but of course, I didn't.

"Do you mind watching the previews?" His voice shook me out of my daydream.

"Oh. No. I always watch the previews. How else are you going to know what other movies to watch?"

He smiled. Apparently he liked my answer.

We watched the previews mostly in silence, until a preview for some cheesy horror flick came on. It was one of those that wasn't even scary because of how unrealistic it was. "I don't know what it is about those kinds of movies, but I love them."

He turned to look at me as I spoke. "Me too," he said.

When he started the movie, I realized how comfortable I was with him. I was having a great time. And for the first time since my messy break-up, I really felt like I deserved to have a good time. It felt really good to just let myself go.

He stood up suddenly, and I looked at him with a confused look on my face. Had I done something wrong? Apparently he could read my expression. "Just getting the Reese's Pieces." He smiled as he sat back down right next to me again. I was so glad he seemed comfortable being this close to me.

"Want some?" he said as he laid his arm on my lap.

"Not yet. Thanks though." Then he removed his arm from my lap. I should have said yes, I thought.

The beginning of the movie didn't take long, before it got into the action of it. Within the first 30 minutes of the movie, people had been shot, blown up, and hit by cars. I was enjoying the movie so much, that I hadn't realized we hadn't said anything to each other in quite a while.

Just then, he lifted his arm from his lap and laid it across my shoulders, pulling me slightly closer to him. I was in heaven. My eyes were still pointing toward the TV, but I wasn't watching the movie anymore. All I could think about was how good it felt to have his skin against mine.

After a few minutes of not moving at all, I snuggled in closer to him and rested my head on his muscular shoulder. "Are you cold?" he asked.

"A little," I replied.

He pulled his arm away from me and stood up to walk away. I could still feel the heat from his body on mine, and I wanted it back.

He quickly returned with a blanket and draped it over me before returning to his seat.

"Do you want to share?" I asked calmly, but in my mind, I was begging him to put his arm back around me.

"Sure." He lifted the blanket up so he could slide under with me, and to my relief, he returned his arm to its rightful place around my shoulders. I moved as close to him as I could, without actually sitting on his lap. Being this close to him, I noticed he smelled wonderful. It wasn't really the smell of cologne, just soap, but it smelled masculine and sexy. I decided that was my favorite smell.

Just as the movie was reaching a peak, I realized that I had to go pee, and I knew I would be uncomfortable if I held it. I wanted to be able to enjoy the feeling of his arm around me. I tore my body away from him, and as I did, he looked over at me. "I have to use the little girls room," I explained.

I got up and walked into the bathroom just off the hallway. After I relieved myself, I stood in front of the mirror hanging on the door. Again, I admired my newly toned physique, but I wondered what it was that he saw in me. He was absolutely gorgeous. He could get any woman he wanted. I didn't understand it, but I was glad all at the same time.

I quickly washed my hands and hurried back into the living room. He was holding the blanket up for me to slide into my spot.

After I snuggled up to him again, I pressed my hands against his arm that wasn't around me. "My hands are cold."

He winced slightly at the surprise of my cold hands against his hot skin. "We'll have to fix that." He pulled the blanket back, and pulled the bottom of his shirt away from his stomach. I realized he wanted me to warm my hands against his skin, so I slowly wrapped my arms around him, pressing my cold hands against his warm, smooth skin.

He winced again, but this time overdramatically. Then he smiled. "Just kidding," he said. He pulled the blanket back over both of us, and we resumed the movie.

As the movie played, I became more confident with my hands. First, I started moving the hand that was on his back, slowly dragging my fingertips across his skin. When I was sure he wasn't uncomfortable with that movement, I slowly moved my hand on his stomach up to his chest. I could feel small amount of hair on his chest. So sexy, I thought to myself. My fingers played with the small amount of hair on his chest, occasionally dipping back down to his stomach.

It felt so natural, that I barely realized he wasn't moving, until he did. With his free hand, he ran his fingers up my arm that was in front of him, then back down again. We kept up this motion throughout the rest of the movie.

When the movie was over, and the ending credits were rolling, we still kept up the same motions. I didn't want this moment to end, and I was pretty sure he didn't want it to either. After the ending credits were over, and the DVD returned to the menu screen, he ran his fingers up my arm again, but this time he didn't stop and go back down. He carefully traced his fingers up to my shoulder, across my collarbone, then up my neck, until his hand rested lightly on my cheek. I felt him shift his head to look down at me.

After I took a deep breath, I looked up at him to return his gaze. I wanted so bad to lift my head to his and kiss him, but I held back.

Finally, he broke the silence with the words that were so unexpected, but so wanted, "Can I kiss you?"

I'm sure looked like a deer in the headlights. Of course I wanted to kiss him. Actually, I wanted to rip his clothes off of him and mount him right there! After a few seconds of thinking, I realized I was holding my breath. I exhaled, and then said, "Of course."

He stayed completely still for what seemed like an eternity, just staring into my eyes. I was so nervous with anticipation, I'm sure I was shaking. Slowly, he started moving his face closer to mine. When he was close enough that I could feel the tickle of his neatly trimmed goatee on my chin, I closed my eyes.

When our lips finally touched, I could feel the heat coming from inside his mouth. He slowly puckered his lips slightly and gave me a gentle and sweet kiss. As he slowly pulled back, I opened my eyes. I looked down at his lips before reaching my hand up to his head. I pushed him into me, and our lips met again. This kiss was soft, warm, and thankfully longer. We kissed softly a couple times, and then I felt his slick tongue sliding across my bottom lip. I opened my mouth slightly to nibble lightly on his lip. His tongue finally gained access to the inside of my mouth, and it entangled with mine. As the kiss progressed, it became more passionate, but it stayed soft and tender.




Rebound Ch. 01



After a couple minutes, he pulled away, breathing slightly heavier than before the kiss. He leaned his head back against the couch, and pulled me tight to him again.

"Thanks," I said, not sure of what else to say.

"My pleasure."

We sat like that on the couch talking about everything and nothing, and occasionally kissing. It was magical. His kisses were perfect, but they left me wanting me. There was a knot of desire building in my lower stomach that was burning more and more with each kiss, but I didn't act on my desires. Instead, we talked and kissed for what seemed like hours before drifting off to sleep in each others arms.

When I woke up, there was bright light in my face, coming in from the living room window. When I realized where I was, I snuggled in closer to Brandon. I replayed the previous night in my mind, remembering all of the wonderful details.

"Crap!" I realized it was Friday, and I had to go to work. Brandon jumped up when I yelled.

"What?"

"What time is it?" I reached for my phone. It was 7:35. I wasn't late, but I definitely didn't have time to go home and change or shower before work. "I have to be at work in 30 minutes."

He pulled his phone out of his pocket to check the time. "Yes you do. What are you going to wear?"

"Well, unless you keep a closet cull of clothes that will fit me, I guess I'm wearing this." I looked down at my dress. It wasn't wrinkled, but it was definitely different than my normal slacks and blouse that I usually wore to work.

He looked me up and down, making sure to take his time. "Well, I think you look great!" He paused when his eyes moved to my hair. "But you might want to do something with that." He pointed to the tangled mane on top of my head.

I ran through the open door to his bedroom and into his bathroom. I nearly screamed when I saw the giant knot my hair was in. "Do you have a brush, by chance?"

He was already reaching toward the first drawer, where he pulled out a brush. I quickly took down my hair and painfully combed through it. He stood there watching me the whole time, with a smirk on his face.

"What?" I asked, looking at him through the mirror.

"Oh, nothing." He still had a smirk on his face.

"What?" I said, this time more forcefully.

"It's just..." He thought about how to word what he was about to say, "I could get used to watching you get ready in the morning."

I couldn't help but smile at what he had suggested. I'm sure I was blushing, but I didn't take my eyes off of him to check as I continued to untangle my mane. The small fire of desire in the pit of my stomach started burning again, but I ignored it. "Do you have a toothbrush I can use?" I asked pleadingly.

"I don't have any extras, but you can use mine. It's on the counter there."

I looked down at the counter to the right of the sink. "Thanks," I smiled.

I quickly brushed my teeth, but I was careful not to make a mess since he was still watching me. He walked around to my side after I was done brushing my teeth and grabbed the toothbrush off the counter. I splashed some water on my face and toweled off while he brushed his teeth.

When he was done brushing his teeth, I headed back out into the living room to grab my purse and shoes. Then I remembered that my car was almost completely out of gas. I looked at my phone to check the time. It was already 7:50. "Crap!"

"What?" he said as he walked up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. I immediately felt at ease. "What is it?" he asked again, bringing me back down into reality.

"My car needs gas, but if I stop I'm going to be late."

"I'll take you to work, then I can bring you back here at lunch or after work."

"Are you sure?"

"It would be my pleasure."

I smiled as I turned around in his arms and kissed him lightly on the lips. "Mine too," I said.

We hurried out to his car, and I made it to work right at 8:00. I ran up the stairs quickly so no one would ask questions about the way I was dressed.

After I checked voicemail and email, I went downstairs to check the mailbox as well as grab some papers off the printer. Luckily, I didn't run into anyone in the copier room. 

As I was just getting ready to head back up the stairs, I was stopped in my tracks by Lish's voice. "Hey, Katie. Wait a sec!"

I jumped back down off the first step and walked over to the front desk where Lish was seated.

"Do you have those new listings proofed yet? I need to get the updates in today."

"You'll have them by lunch." I turned quickly and started to walk away.

"Why are you so dressed up?" she asked quizzically.

"Oh, no reason really. I need to do laundry." Again I started to turn and walk away but was stopped.

"Mmm hmm..." I turned to look at her again, knowing I was caught. "That looks more like something you would where out on a date. Late night last night?"

I knew there was no point in lying. I had been caught. "Maybe, but it's not what you think. We fell asleep watching a movie. I was lucky I happened to wake up just in time to make it to work."

"So who's the lucky guy?" I was really hoping she wasn't going to ask that question. I knew if I told Lish I was out with Brandon, the whole office would know by lunchtime. I didn't want him to think I was telling everyone about our night.

"No one you know," I lied.

"Whatever you say..." She didn't believe me, "but you know I'll find out!" I was already half way up the stairs before she was finished. That was a close one, I though to myself.

The day flew by, and I only had to spend about 30 minutes with my boss after he came in before I had to leave to take some measurements of a house we were listing. I made sure to take my time, not wanting to get back to the office until Noon, just in time to leave for lunch. The thought of spending another hour with Brandon exhilarated me.

When I got back to the office, I hurried by Lish's desk so she didn't have time to quiz me again. When I got into my office, I saw a plastic bag sitting on my desk. My boss was already gone, so I figured it was something he had left for me to take care of. I opened the bag, and there was a typed note inside.

Katie,

I'm so sorry, but I had a meeting with a really important client come up for lunch today, and I can't get out of it. I know you don't have a car, so I brought you some lunch. I hope it's okay. I'll be back in the office sometime in the afternoon. I'll give you a ride back to my place to get your car after 5:00. I wasn't sure what you'd like for lunch, so I gave you a few choices.

Sorry, Brandon

P.S.—Thanks for the amazing night last night. I had a really great time. :-)

I dug through the bag, and found three sandwiches. I investigated further and found that one was ham, one was turkey, and one was chicken salad. I went with the turkey sandwich, and pulled it out along with the small bag of chips. I was disappointed that I wouldn't be spending lunch with him, but his note made me happy. He was so sweet.

After I was finished eating, went downstairs to get some water. When I got to the bottom of the stairs, I heard Lish call for me. "Oh, Katie..."

"What is it now?" I asked sarcastically.

"You have a delivery," she said coyly.

I looked up at her desk and saw a bouquet of yellow tulips on her desk.

"Thanks," I said as I quickly grabbed them off her desk.

She looked around to make sure no one was within earshot. "So, Brandon, eh? How was he?"

I looked at the bouquet, and the card simply read, 'Thanks!' I was confused about how she knew who the flowers were from. "What are you talking about?" I tried to sound sincerely confused.

"Oh, come on. Don't give me that. He dropped them off and told me they were for you!" Well, she had me there. A smile crept across my face, knowing that he was so open about our date last night. "Well?" She looked up at me waiting for some juicy details.

"I already told you, nothing happened."

"Liar!"

"I promise! We ordered pizza, watched a movie, and then fell asleep on the couch. I woke up just in time for him to bring me to work."

"You kissed him, didn't you!" I paused for a second, thinking how to respond, but she caught me. "Oh my gosh!" she shouted a little too loudly. "You did, didn't you?"

"Well, maybe, but it's none of your business."

"You and Brandon. Who would have thought? Well, me actually. He's been eyeing you ever since you started working here."

"Whatever."

"He has! Don't tell me you never noticed?" I honestly had never noticed, and I still wasn't sure if I believed her or not.

I looked at the clock on the wall behind her desk. It was almost 1:00. Saved by the bell. "I have to get back to work." I ran up the stairs with my flowers before she could say anything else.

When I got upstairs, I put my flowers on my window sill. I opened up a new email message to send to Brandon. It simply said, "My Pleasure!"

My boss was gone most of the afternoon in meetings. He stopped in around 3:30 and said he was going home. Shortly after he left, I heard someone coming up the stairs. I figured my boss had forgot something and was coming back to get it, so I was pleasantly surprised when Brandon peeked his head in my office. "Boo!" he said.

"Hey. How was your meeting?"

"Yeah, I'm so sorry about that."

"Don't be. I understand. It's part of the job. So, how did it go?"

His face lit up when he realized I really wasn't upset about him missing lunch. "It went great! He's decided to buy again. He's looking for a lake house in the $600,000 range. Know of anything?"

"Might take a look at Hartstrait. I though I saw a couple new listings that might fit the bill."

"Thanks!" he said as he headed back toward his office.

"My pleasure!" I shouted after him.



Rebound Ch. 06-08



Spike watched Willow run back and forth across her room collecting items.  He
could tell that she was still embarrassed about waking up snuggled next to him, because
she was studiously ignoring him. “Luv, why don’t you take me with you to class?”

	“Uh. . .I don’t think that’s a good idea.” She said distractedly. “Have you seen my
English essay?”

	“I put it in the drawer of your desk after I proofread it.”  He smiled triumphantly.
“I even stapled it for you, pet.”

	“Thanks!” She looked confused. “Why do you want to come with me?”

	“I could carry your books.”  He suggested.  “I’d be like a personal bodyguard.”
He stood up and pulled on his t-shirt.

	“Spike.   Why do you really want to come?  You can’t tell me you ‘d enjoy
carrying things for me and scaring frat boys on campus.”  She laughed.  “Well, maybe
I’d buy the last one, but not the first.”  

	His face turned serious.  “Why? Do they bother you at school, pet? I could-”

	“No, I was just kidding.” Although, the mental image of Spike threatening the frat
rats made her want to laugh.  Maybe he is a bad influence.

	She looked up and was surprised to see him looking at his feet.  She had the
feeling that if vampires blushed, he would be.  “Spike?”

	“Good.”  He was still staring at her floor and she didn’t catch the rest of what he
said.  At her raised brow, he put his chin up and spoke up.  He tried to sound casual, but
didn’t quite succeed.  “I never got to go to university.  That was for the upper class, so to
speak.”  He turned his back to her, and closed his eyes.  “There was a time that I wanted
to be a scholar.  I was going to be a . . .a poet.”  He spun back around.  “But, don’t you
feel sorry for me!  I got over it the moment I met Drusilla!  It’s been all fun and games
since then!”  He grinned, thinking back to the havoc they had caused across Europe. 
Then he looked serious again.  “But, still, I always wondered what was so special about
people who went to university. They seemed to know so many things I didn’t.  I guess, I
still want to see what all the fuss was about.”

	“Spike,” she began gently.  “I can’t take you with me.  For one thing, it’s day.”

	“I could bring my trusty blanket.”

	“For another, they check for student identification. They are cracking down on
vagrants having access to campus. Everyone would wonder what I was doing bringing a
homeless man along with me.”  She laughed, trying to tease him.  He didn’t see the
humor.  Suddenly, she realized that Spike was homeless, and that he probably didn’t
find the situation funny.  She didn’t know what to do.  She was used to sarcasm, humor,
teasing, or cruelty from Spike.  She wasn’t used to seeing him sad and vulnerable.  “If I
ever have a night class, you can come, alright?”

	“Really, Red?  You’re serious?”  He sounded unsure.  That thought went straight
to her heart.  “You’d take me with you?”

	“Yes,” she promised.  And she meant it.  “And I’ll come straight home, today.  I’ll
tell you all about it.  Y-you can even look over my notes!”

	“Well, “ He kind of smiled to himself.  Then he was back in playful Spike mode.
“As much as I love our mornings together, you’d better get going before you’re late.” 
He held up her book bag and helped her pull the straps up over her shoulders, but
instead of letting her go, he pulled her back by the little loop at the top of the bag.  He
kissed her jaw and whispered, “Miss me.”  Then pushed her toward the door.  She was
so surprised she couldn’t even come up with a come-back and instead, just rushed down
the stairs and out the door.  She had a lot to think about.

	Back in her room, Spike smiled to himself.  Liked the sensitive type did she?  Well, he
could be sensitive. He bet he could put Peaches to shame if he tried.  But, there was a small part
of him that said he hadn’t been acting a moment ago.  After all, his human self had
wanted desperately to be formally educated.  And when she had promised him that she
would take him to a night class, something in him had softened.  He was even more
determined to make her his permanent companion, now.

                             *******

  	Angel had rented a hotel room on the outskirts of Sunnydale before he had come
to see Willow the previous evening.  The room came with a small kitchenette, and he
had stocked the fridge with blood in case he was in town for a long period of time. 
Angel sat in one of the easy chairs, idly flipping through one of his books.  He was
troubled by his reaction to Willow.  Before last night, he had never thought of her as a
woman.  She  had always just been Buffy’s friend.  But he knew that if Spike hadn’t
interfered he would have made it a real kiss.  And there was no denying he would have
enjoyed every nuance of that kiss.

            Angel shook his head.  He refused to worry about it anymore.   He had just
started getting used to living without Buffy.  Willow was familiar, beautiful,  intelligent,
and kind.  It was only natural to have feelings for her.  It was just a harmless little
attachment that would end soon.   He might as well enjoy her company while he was
here.  Angel stared at the clock on the wall.  He was looking forward to seeing her
tonight, though he was reluctant to examine exactly why or what that meant.

                             *******

	Willow spun before her mirror.  Well, it wasn’t leather, but it was black.  She was
dressed in a short, black, silk dress that stopped just before her knees, the sleeves flared
at the elbows and flowed gracefully about her wrists.  She wore a silver pendant, and
two silver bracelets.  She had bought a pair of knee-high black suede boots for the
ensemble and was pleased with her new look.  Spike came up behind her to gaze at her
reflection over her shoulder.  “There just seems to be something missing, doesn’t there,
pet?”

	“You think so?”  She asked, chewing worriedly on her lower lip.  “Should I put
my hair up? “ She started to pile it on top of her head with her hands.  Spike’s left hand
shot out to stop her.  

	“No, I like it down.  Loose.” He smoothed it back into place with the back of his
hand. Then with his other hand he held out a long rectangular box.  It was silver,
wrapped with black ribbon.  “Try this.”

	She took the box from him.  His hand fell to rest lightly on her waist.  He pressed
a kiss to her temple.  “Well, go on.  Open it.”

	She pulled off the ribbon and tossed the lid aside.  Inside lay a beautiful vest.  It
was leather on the outside, but lined with satin on the inside.  The leather was tooled
with silver starbursts and moons.  Instead of buttons, a satin ribbon was woven down
the front.  “Oh!”

	He whispered in her ear, “Do you like it then, pet?”

	“I love it.” She said softly.  “You got this for me?”

	“Of course.”  He shrugged and pretended to be embarrassed.  “Well, I was bored
while you were at school, so I took a walk. Nearly scorched myself, what with the wind
blowing the way it was, almost took the blanket away from me. That’s when I saw it.  I
could see it in the store window, and it reminded me of you, so I . . .thought you’d like
it.”  He ducked his head, hiding a grin.  She was touched.  He helped her put it on, and
felt a sense of contentment.  He used to buy Dru gifts like this.  He knew that Willow
would find the vest, among other things, to be a perfect fit.  He laced it up for her. 
“There now.  Perfect.”

	Willow didn’t say anything for a moment.  He had bought her a gift?  She wasn’t
sure what to make of this.  It was so sweet and thoughtful.  Especially for a cold-blooded
killer.  “Thank you, Spike.”

	“That’s all I get?  A ‘thank you’?  I expected more.”  He gave her a teasing smile.

	She frowned.  She should have known better than to think this was a purely
altruistic move on his part.  “And what did you expect?”

	“This.”  He leaned forward, his mouth covering hers hungrily.  He didn’t take the
time to cup her face, or work up to a full kiss, like Angel had.  When he pulled away, she
stood breathless and flustered.  “There now, cosmetics couldn’t do that for you, could
they, pet?”  He turned her to face the mirror.  Her cheeks had a soft, rosy glow, and her
lips looked a little swollen and pink.	            	

	Willow was terribly confused.  She knew that she had certain feelings toward
Spike, but the more time she spent with him, the more emotional and less hormonal
those feelings seemed.  And then, last night, with Angel, had she imagined that?  Or had
that kiss been more than friendly?  She wasn’t sure, but she had been counting the
minutes until she saw him again.  Now, she wasn’t sure she wanted to see him at all. 
But it was too late for that now.  She heard the doorbell ring downstairs.  He was here.  

	“That must be Peaches.  Right on time.”  Spike grimaced.  “How dull and
expected.  I’ll get him.”  And he was out the door before she found her voice.

	“Spike.”  Angel nodded as the blond vampire opened the door.

	“Poofter.” He nodded back, deadpan. He stepped back so Angel could come in. 
“So where are you taking her tonight?  Denny’s again?  Or will it be Pizza Hut? Oh, if
she’s a lucky girl you’ll take her to McDonalds. Buy her a happy meal?”

	“It’s none of your business.”  Angel replied, enjoying Spike’s obvious anger.  But
suddenly, the smirk froze on his face as his gaze drifted past Spike to the stairs.  “Wow.”

	Spike turned to look over his shoulder.  Willow was coming down the steps.  She
seemed to float.  When she noticed the attention she was receiving she blushed and
bowed her head slightly.  She came to a halt at the bottom of the steps and stood with
her hands clasped behind her back, unsure what to do now.  Spike’s eyes softened as he
looked at her.  He had the urge to gather her up and lock her in the room upstairs.  He
wasn’t really pleased to have to share.

	Angel stepped forward and produced one perfect violet rose for her.  He had
removed all the thorns.  “For you.”

	“Thank you.”  She held it delicately.  

	Spike was unimpressed. “Too cheap to buy a whole dozen, mate?  Like the vest?  I
bought it for her, helped her put it on too.”

	Willow glared at Spike and then smiled at Angel.  “I love the rose.”

	“Shall we go?” Angel offered his arm to her.  She tucked her hand in the crook of
his elbow.  Her heart was pounding. 

	Spike expression was less than friendly.  “Make sure you have her back on time,
mate.  No sneaking off to that hotel room of yours.” 

	“Goodnight, Spike.”  Willow smiled at him reassuringly, as she stepped outside
with Angel.

	Angel grinned at him over his shoulder.  “Don’t wait up, William.”

	Spike kicked the door shut and swore.  He should have made it a simpler bet.

                            *********

	Willow was having a wonderful time.  Angel took her to a small bistro outside of
town which was located on a cliff that overlooked the ocean.  The spectacular view only
enhanced the delicious food. Angel had ordered shrimp alfredo over pasta for both of
them. He also got them a bottle of expensive white wine from the wine steward.   They
had baked alaska for dessert. She was surprised that the vampire knew so much about
wine and food. 

	 When she had asked him, he had sheepishly admitted that he was intrigued by
the importance humans placed on food.  He told her that it made him feel selfish to eat
when he knew his body didn’t need the food to live. Eating food, for him, was a
completely pleasurable experience and that he hadn’t eaten in years. 

	 Before he was turned, he subsisted on simple fare like meat, potatoes, and bread.  
After he was turned, he lived on blood and had no need or real interest in food. Now, he
was an avid watcher of the food network. His favorite television chef was Alton Brown. 

	She loved listening to Angel speak about the places he’d been, the people he’d
met, and the great events of history he had witnessed.    She stared at him, fascinated as
he wove tale after tale.  His face was illuminated by candlelight in the darkened
restaurant as he put her small hand between his two larger ones.  “Angel, you don’t
have to do this.  Spike isn’t here to see it.” She murmured, feeling guilty about the
money, time, and attention he was lavishing on her.

	For a brief moment, he was hurt that she assumed all of this was strictly about
winning the bet.  Then, he realized that no one had ever given Willow this type of
consideration.  All she had known was the love of a boy–a wolf boy at that.  Angel
brought her hand to his mouth and kissed it.  “Don’t you believe you deserve to be
treated like this, Willow?”

	Willow refused to meet his intense gaze.  “Angel, we both know you are looking
at me and wishing it was someone else who was here.”  And we both know who. She tried
to pull her hand back.

	 “I don’t wish she was here.” He said with quiet conviction. Amazed that he was
able to give voice to the thought.  Angel cleared his throat.  “There is so much that we
have in common, Willow.  Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve had a meaningful
conversation with anyone?   Do you know how good it feels to be around you?  I want to
feel good again, Willow.”

	“You make me feel good, too.  I just wish that it didn’t come with guilt.”

	“Guilt over Buffy?” She nodded.  “There needn’t be.  I want to be your friend,
Willow.  I know that there is an. . .attraction.  But, we don’t have to act on it, right?”
Even as he said this, Angel knew that he wanted to -- desperately.

	“No, we don’t have to act on it.” She agreed, then gave him an uncertain smile.
“So, tell me more about France.”

                             ********

	There was a small tapping at the balcony doors.  Without thinking, Spike flung
them open and snarled, “What?  Did you forget your bloody keys, Red?”

	“What are you doing in Willow’s bedroom at this time of night?”  

	“What are you doing sneaking into her bedroom at this time of night?”  Spike
countered.  “Aren’t you afraid you’ll piss of your little vengeance demon?”

	“I was just–hey!  I’m not the undead, I’m her best friend.  I don’t have to explain
myself.”  Xander shoved past Spike and glanced about the room.  Willow was nowhere
to be found.  He pulled a stake out of his cargo pants. “Where is she?  What did you do
to her?”

	“Bloody sod.  You got the wrong bloodsucker, or ex-bloodsucker, anyway.” 
Spike flashed him a humorless smile.  “She’s out with one of your old buddies.  You
might remember him.  Tall.  Dark.  Broods a lot.  Heavy on the hair gel.  Lost his soul
and killed some fish.  Ring any bells? Do I need to use smaller words?”

	“I knew it!”  Xander sat down on the bed.  “There was no way he was asking all
those questions about her without ulterior motives.”

	Spike nodded and sat down glumly at the desk chair.  “Bloody poof’s after my
Red.”

	“Your Red? Have you been feeding on crackheads, too?” 

	“People with cracked heads?” Spike looked confused, that sounded messy.

	“Never mind.” Spike was obviously not an urban vampire. “She’s MY Willow.”

	“Whatever.”

	“Do you know where he took her?”

	“I dunno.  Some fancy pants restaurant if I know the great poof.”

	“What?”  He had assumed that Angel had kidnapped her.  “You mean they went
out to dinner?”

	“Isn’t that usually what you blokes do on a date?”

	“They’re on a date?”

	“You catch on real quick, pizza boy.”

	“So what do we do?”

	“Wait.” 

	*******

“Spike, quit peeking at the cards.  That’s cheating!”

	“So what?”

	“You’re bad at it.  I can see you cheating! At least make an effort to hide it.”
Xander looked down at the Memory game on the floor between them.  Spike had 6
matches, Xander only had three.

	“Look, you gotta cut me some slack.  I’m old, the memory’s not so good.  It just
balances everything out, y’know.” Spike sneaked a look at another card again.

	“That’s it!  I’m not playing with you anymore.” Xander got up in a huff and sat at
the desk to frown at the grinning vampire.

	“You give in?  Fine, I win.” Spike loved winning, he chuckled to himself as he
gathered up all the cards and put them away. He stood up to put it back on Red’s shelf
when a car pulled in the driveway.

	“Is it her mom and dad?” Xander noticed the headlights.

	“No, they left a message on the machine.  Something about a week long seminar
for work.” He said,  distracted.  It was definitely Angel’s car.  But why weren’t they
coming inside?

	“What’s the hold up?” 

	“I don’t know, but I’m going to find out.”

	Spike ran to Willow’s bedroom door, flung it open, and raced down the stairs to
the living room.  Xander came in right behind him.  

                             *******

	Angel shut off the engine, he could see Spike and Xander through the large
picture window.  “Looks like we have an audience, Willow.” He reached over to pull her
into his arms. “Will Xander tell-“

	”No, he wouldn’t want to upset Buf-everyone.”

	“Good.” Angel pulled her halfway onto his lap.  

	She sat facing him, looking uncertain.  “I’ve never made out with a guy while
people were watching.” 

	His smile was provocative. “Mmm, so I’m the first?” He teased. Angel was
looking forward to kissing her, touching her more than he cared to admit. He just had to
know if the potency of last night’s kiss had all been in his fevered imagination. “It’s
okay, Willow.” He caught her eyes with his own, seeking a way to ease her fears. “This
will be fun.  Can you imagine Xander’s face? He’s probably ready to have a seizure.” His
lips nibbled at hers while she pondered this. 

	She smiled as she imagined her friend’s stunned face, and finally relaxed against
him and opened her mouth.  Angel deepened the kiss. He groaned against her mouth,
this was no figment of his imagination. 

                              ******

	Spike and Xander stood by the window, watching intently. Spike rolled his eyes,
he needed to expend some energy. “I had such a good time tonight, you big handsome
poof.”  Spike mocked, his voice lightened into a high falsetto. 

	Xander caught on to Spike’s performance. “Do you like my hair?  I used extra hair
gel–just for you.”  He deepened his voice as much as possible and tried to furrow his
brow.

	“Oh, yes.   I really like the coat, too–“

	”Do you?  It’s the only one I’ll wear, see how it billows around me so nicely?”
Xander took a few steps with his chest thrust out, waving his arms behind him as if they
were Angel’s coat.

	“Ooh.  It does.  And what a manly sashay you have. Angel, you make my heart
beat faster.” Spike pressed his hand to his chest.

	“Oh, Willow.  You’re so beautiful.  Almost as pretty as me.  Darn, if only I didn’t
turn into a homicidal maniac after I’ve slept with a woman.”

	“That’s alright.  Just yammer away at me until I want to puke.  Then, whip my
hormones into a frenzy by taking off your shirt.  I can never get enough of seeing that
tattoo and those macho biceps of yours.”

	“I know.  And did you see my bold, black boots?  They kind of say ‘dark and
dangerous’, huh? But enough about me” He paused a beat. “What do you think about
me?”

	“Oh, Angel. I can’t speak when I’m gazing into those soul-filled dark eyes of
yours. Kiss me, you fool!”

	They both collapsed into hysterical laughter.  Angel and Willow entered to see the
Xander and Spike howling on the floor, tears running down their cheeks. Xander
pounded his hand on the floor.

	“Are you two alright?” Angel said. At his serious facial expression and creased
brow, they both broke into fresh laughter.

	As their hilarity subsided, Spike recovered first.  “I’m glad I don’t have to bleedin’
breathe.” He reached over to slap Xander on the back when the young man sounded like




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he was choking.

	Angel was not amused.  He wasn’t exactly sure what those two had been talking
about but he was pretty sure that he was the butt of their little joke.  Xander stood up. 
He glanced at Angel and then hugged Willow.  He mouthed, “Are you okay?” She
nodded and touched his cheek to reassure him.  

	“Good.  How about if I walk you out, Angel?” 

	“Who said I was ready to leave?”

	“Sorry, mate.  All the extra room in her bed is taken.”  Spike said firmly.  Xander
and Angel both turned violent eyes on him.  “By her teddy bears.”

	“It’s okay, Angel.” Willow said.

	“As you wish.” He brushed his lips against hers, shivering at even that small
contact.  “Goodnight, darling.” 

	Both Xander and Spike were having a hard time controlling their temper. Angel
smiled sardonically at both of them.  “Goodnight, boys.”   He walked out the door and
into the night.  A few seconds later, they heard an engine start.

	Xander stood looking at both Willow and Spike.  He didn’t like the idea of leaving 
Willow alone with the vampire.  But, the idea of Angel sneaking back over here after he
and Spike had left turned his stomach. Xander also knew he would never get Willow to
agree to come to his house, not with Anya there.  The ex-vengeance demon was
expecting him home soon. Given his options, Xander picked Spike.  Willow wasn’t
interested in the demon anyway.  Angel was the real threat. 

	“Goodnight, Wills.  Call me if you need anything.”

	“I will.” 

	 He pulled her into another brotherly hug, giving her a silent assurance of his love
and support. At the doorway, he paused.  “Spike?”

	“What?” 

	“You had me at hello.” 

                             *******

	“Care to share the joke?” Willow asked as she and Spike stood in her bedroom.  

	“I doubt you’d find it funny, luv.”  Spike had just recovered from yet another
bout of hysterics. “So,” he said casually.  “You and the poof have fun?”

	“Yes, ANGEL and I had a lovely time. He took me to this great little place and
then we talked-“

	”I think you did a bit more than ‘talk’ to  Peaches.”

	“It’s all part of the bet, Spike.” She said with false innocence.  “ You told me I had
to kiss him. It’s not my fault if he enjoyed himself.”  Willow was enjoying paying him
back for the embarrassment he had caused her.

	Spike was furious.  “It’s not like it’s that hard to get the poof’s attention.  He
hasn’t been with a woman in two years.  Hell, he’d probably shag Xander if the idiot
offered. And where’s that cat of yours?  Let’s just say that I wouldn’t leave the poof
alone in a room with it.”

	Willow just stared at Spike. Was he hinting that Angel . . . eww! She forced her
thoughts to what he had said earlier on. She put her hands on her hips. “What are you
saying?  That I’m not desirable?” She walked over to him and trailed a hand down his
chest.  “I can remember a certain blond vampire who was VERY interested in me.”

	“This isn’t about me!  This is about you. Why are you so hot and bothered over
Soulboy?  It’s not like he’s got the goods, Red.” He said pointedly. 

	“Maybe ‘the goods’ are overrated.  The way he spoke to me. . . it made me feel. .
.well, I can’t expect you to understand that.”  She walked around Spike and thrust open
the door.  “I’ve had enough of you for tonight.  Go sleep in one of the other rooms or go
to Xander’s house.  I really don’t care where you go,  as long as you’re not in here.”

	“But-“

	”Go.”

	Spike stalked out of the room and she slammed the door behind him.  He wished
there was some bloody alcohol in the house.  He put his hands in his jeans pocket and
pulled out some money.   He smiled to himself, he had ‘liberated’ it from Angel’s coat
the other evening when he’d picked it up to throw it at him. It was time for a midnight
shopping spree.

                             *******

	The sounds of frying and the smell of coffee roused Willow from a deep sleep. 
“Mmmm,” she murmured.  It smelled like her Mom was making breakfast.  Her eyes
flew open.  Her mom was out of town.  As was her dad.  So who was in the kitchen?

	“Ouch!  Bleedin’ gas stoves!”  Spike?  Spike was cooking?   Willow heard a metallic
clang. She rolled out of bed and pulled on her fuzzy robe.  This could not be good.  She
rushed down the stairs to stop him before he burned her house down.  The sight that
greeted her stopped her in mid-scold.

	All the curtains had been pulled to block the light from the normally sunny little
kitchen.  On the table were two lit taper candles, two mugs of coffee, two paper plates
and a vase with dandelions and daisies, obviously plucked from the lawn.  Spike stood
at the stove, an apron tied about his waist, flipping french toast, a determined look on
his face.  “Spike?”

	“Wha-bloody hell!  Red, you almost made me flip that onto the floor.  You
shouldn’t sneak up on the undead!”  He grimaced. “You weren’t supposed to wake up
until I was finished.”

	She hid her smile.  She knew she should still be angry at him, but the sight of him
in an apron, making her breakfast was irresistible.  “Can I help?”

	“No.  You’re not to lift a finger.  However, I couldn’t find your syrup.  Can you
tell me where it is?”

	“It’s on the top left shelf.”  He removed it and set it before her.  Then he rushed
back to the stove, concerned that the toast would burn.

	“You do like french toast, don’t you, luv?  I wasn’t quite sure, but it’s the only
breakfast food I know how to make well.  Everytime I try to make pancakes, I get
fascinated by the bubbles and let the bleedin’ things burn on one side.”

	“Spike–“

	”Now, now just sit down, there.”  He brought the skillet over and flipped the
bread onto her plate.  Then to her astonishment, he sprinkled a mix of powdered and
brown sugar over them.  “How’s that?”

	“I didn’t know you could cook.”

	“I learned when I lived with Angelus.  Dru and the rest of them, they didn’t like
to eat.  But I was always fascinated with it.  We stayed in a hotel in New Orleans once.  I
was about to eat a chef when he offered to teach me how to make a few things.  French
toast.  Beignets.  That sort of thing.  So I let him live.”  He flashed her a grin.  “Anyway, I
thought anyone who had spent a whole evening with the great poof, would be a little
cranky, and I should forgive you for being so rude last night.  And I made you breakfast
to call a truce.”

	She gave him a look that said she didn’t quite buy what was going on. She
decided to let the ‘rude comment’ go.   “Or you’re desperate not to stay with Xander.”

	“That hurts, pet.  I don’t make breakfast for just anyone, you know.”  He sat
down across from her.  “Now, take a bite and tell me what you think.”

	She found to her surprise that it was better than any she had ever tasted.  And
Spike was being unusually charming.  “Mmmm,” she said mumbled as she savored a
bite.  She swallowed, then looked at him. “This is so good!”

	Spike gave her an arrogant look that said he had known that.  Then he smiled and
leaned forward.  “All’s forgiven, then?”	

	“Yes.” He was irresistible.  They finished in companionable silence.  When the
meal was over, Spike carried the plates to the sink, and rinsed the syrup off them.  Then
he opened the window a crack and lit a cigarette, being careful to avoid the sunbeams. 
As he smoked, he gazed at her thoughtfully.  “What are you thinking?”

	“That I could get to like mornings if I keep spending them with you.”  He smiled. 
“Care to make another bet?”

	  She worried her lower lip with her teeth. She had promised Angel that she
wouldn’t make another bet with Spike.    “You don’t have anything else I want.”

	“Umm, I think you’re confusing me with Dark and Dork-ish, luv.  I am perfectly
capable of giving you everything you need. I wouldn’t even go on a killing spree
afterwards or dig up big rock demons to try to end the world.”  He took one last inhale
and put out the cigarette. His grin was enticing.

	“Hmm, I suppose it does take more than a thirty second event to bring the world
to an end.”  That slid the grin right off of his face.  She clapped her hand over her mouth. 
“I can’t believe I said that.”

	“Take that back!” He growled. 

	“Make me!”  She giggled.  Then realizing what she had just said, she clapped her
hands back over her mouth.  This is getting out of hand.  She looked up to see how Spike
had taken the comment.  Uh-oh.  Willow, I don’t think that was the right thing to say to a
vampire.  His eyes had narrowed, and as they met hers, he began walking very
deliberately toward her.  Run!  She nearly knocked her chair over as she bolted upstairs,
toward her room.  He was barely a foot behind her.

	She threw open the door and was about to slam it in his face when he stretched
out an arm to prevent her.  He was in full vamp face and looked decidedly angry.  She
punched him on the shoulder.  “I’m such a kidder!  Ha ha.  Well, my class starts pretty
soon. . .I’d better be getting dressed. . .and, um, going.  So. . .uh. . .thanks for breakfast.” 

	He ignored her stammering and walked into the room, backing her up as he did. 
“Thirty seconds, you say?  Is that what the puppy considered a long go at it?” His voice
had lowered, his eyes were glowing.

	“I was kidding!”

	“And I’m not laughing.” He continued walking her back until her knees hit the
bed and she went down.  He went down on top of her.  “Do you feel like laughing?”

	“I’ll tell Angel.”

	“So what?”

	“Hey, I know you can’t bite me.”

	“Luv, did I say anything about biting?” He shook his head and his human
features reappeared.  “Now, this is much better.”

	Willow was considerably less nervous.  She tried to persuade him to let her go.
“Really, Spike. I have to go to class.”

	“Hmmm. . .class.  Well, I agree that you are in need of an education. And I’m an
expert in this particular field.”

	Willow shivered, and not in fear. “I have to go!”

	“Alright.  After we discuss something first.”

	“I’m not making another bet with you, Spike. I just can’t.  ”

	“We won’t make it bet, then.”  He took an unneeded breath.  He hoped she went
along with this. “You’re  a little confused about your feelings right now, aren’t you?”
She nodded, impressed with his insight. “Have you thought about why the poof is so
appealing to you all of a sudden?  Have you ever dated another vampire?”

	“Of course not.  I was too busy running and screaming-“

	”Yes, well.  Why not date another vampire?  Compare notes. Y’know shop
around a bit. You should see if your feelings are true.”

	“Spike, I’m not dating any of your undead buddies. When I get taken out to
dinner by a guy, I don’t want to be dinner!” 

	“I’m talking about me, Red. Dating me.  Just three dates.  It’ll help you make an
informed decision.  You might have been taken in by the whole “creature of the night”
thing.”

	Willow digested this.  She looked at the vampire in front of her.  No, Willow
didn’t have any illusions about vampires.  But one thing that this little venture would
give her was a chance to sort out her feelings for both vampires. “Alright.”

	“That’s it?  No refusals?” He had been looking forward to ‘convincing’ her.

	“Nope.  Gotta go now.  Let me up.”

	“Hang on then.  Let’s think about what one would consider a date.”

	“Ok . . .”

	“Let’s say a bloke went out, bought food, and cooked his lady a meal.  Y’know,
candlelight, just the two of them, conversation, banter–“ He wiggled his eyebrows.  “An
invigorating chase to the bedroom?”

	She ignored the last comment.  “So, you’re saying we already had a date?”

	“Not exactly.  The date’s not over yet.”

	“Oh no?  And why is that?”

	“I haven’t gotten my goodnight kiss.”

	“Spike–“ His mouth covered hers, his hands cradling her head.

	“Patience, luv.” He whispered against her mouth.  “Even a good kiss takes longer
than thirty seconds with me.”

                             *******

	Spike whistled as he headed down the stairs to finish the dishes.  Everything
seemed to be going well.  Willow was a little late to class, and his plans were right on
schedule.  Peaches didn’t have a shot.  Spike was so lost in his plotting that when the
phone rang, he didn’t think twice about answering it.  

	He picked up the powdered sugar bag as he reached for the phone.  He was just
about to say “Allo”, when some of the sugar got lodged in his throat.  Instead of
speaking, all he could manage was a strangled cough.  “Willow, is that you?”  Came the
voice from the other line.  

	Bloody hell—the slayer!  He coughed again and affected a falsetto.  “Buffy?”

	“Willow?”  Buffy sounded confused.  “You sound funny.  Are you coming down
with something?”

	“Ohh, umm, yes.  I am very sick.”  Spike rolled his eyes and gave a nasty cough. It
sounded like he was hocking up a lung. That ought to gross her out! “Haven’t been to the
dorm in awhile.”

	“ Wills, have you seen a doctor?  That sounds kinda  serious.  And I know you
haven’t been at the dorm, that’s why I called. I was worried about you. “ She continued.
“Well, listen.  I have an idea.  If you don’t feel well, why don’t I come over and entertain
you?  I’ll pick up some videos, some Nyquil,  some ice cream, some clothes for you, and
keep you company tonight.”

	“I don’t think that’s a good idea!”  Spike started to panic.  “I might get you sick
and that would be really  bad, you being the Chosen One and all. . .”

	“Nonsense.  Supernatural constitution, remember?”  Buffy continued speaking
over the muffled protests.  “I’ll be over after I have dinner with Riley, ‘kay?  See you
then!”  And she hung up.

	Bloody.  Everlasting.  Hell.

******

Spike was watching the rainstorm from the living room window. A  flash of
lightning illuminated  Angel’s car as it pulled past the house.  Angel and Willow  were
home.  They had decided that he should not park in her driveway, in case her neighbors
saw and told her parents she was entertaining guests while they were away.  

	“The bloody poofter’s got a parasol.” Spike mumbled to himself as he watched
Angel and Willow walk up the driveway.  Because of the storm, there was a lack of
sunlight.  It allowed Angel to be outside, even though it was still daylight.

	Evidently, he had picked Willow up.  She had been obligated to stay later than
usual on campus for a study group she lead.  Spike opened the door for both of them.

	“Hello, Peaches. Or should I say -  Mary Poppins?”

	Angel folded up the enormous umbrella and unwrapped his bulky coat from his
body. He tossed both items at a stunned Spike and sauntered off to the living room.
“You make a very good butler, William.” 

	“So, I’m a butler, eh?  Hmm. . .I feel like more of a landscaper.” Spike opened up
the front door and threw them out onto the rose bushes.  He hoped a colony of Japanese
beetles took up residence in the damned coat.  Spike joined them, frowning at the way
Angel was hovering over the red head as she sat on the couch.

	“I’m going upstairs to change.  Can I leave you two alone without fear of
bloodshed?”

	“I don’t think so, luv.  I’d better come with you, help you get dressed.”

	“We’ll be fine, darling.” Angel said.  He bent over and kissed her quickly on the
mouth.

	Spike bristled.  As Willow walked by him, Spike’s hand shot out to pull her down
onto his lap.  He caressed her shoulder through her  soaked shirt. “You’re  drenched
clear through to the skin, luv. Better put on new underthings.  How about that lacy
leopard print set  you stashed in the back of your knicker drawer? “ Willow opened her
mouth to protest. “I know, I know.  You didn’t buy it.  Belongs to Xander, right?”  Spike
spoke to Willow, but his eyes challenged Angel. 

	Angel’s expression darkened for a moment, then he gave the dazed Willow a
suggestive smile. “Yes, you should do that, darling.  I’d love to see you in that tonight.”

	Willow was incensed.  She faked a coughing fit.  “Sorry.  Must have choked on
the fog-like testosterone in here,” She explained. “Do you know what you two remind
me of?  Dogs fighting over a juicy bone.  If I stood still, would you both try to pee a circle
around me to mark your territory?”  She stared at each of them in turn until they looked
down, shamed.  “I am going upstairs and when I come back, I hope you can both
pretend to be the gentlemen I thought you were.”  She stomped upstairs, muttering
something about ‘chauvinism’ and trading one kind of ‘animal’ for another.

	Spike and Angel glowered silently at each other.  Angel, offset enough to have
slipped into his old brogue, spoke first.  “Now, see what you’ve done?”

	 “Shut up, poof.”

	Angel was about to reply when the doorbell rang.  They both jumped up and
raced for the door. Angel shoved Spike back.  “They’re less likely to be suspicious of
me!”

	“Right.  Even though I live here in near custody of the Scoobys, and you live in
L.A. like some smelly hermit, I’m more suspicious.” Angel relented with a look of
disgust.  “Oh, what is that?  A dramatic glower for effect? I’m so scared.”  Angel just
sighed.

	“Hello?  Why is the door locked?”  When there was no answer.  “Umm. . .  It’s
raining out here.”  Xander called from outside the door.   “Wills?  Spike? I brought a
pizza!”

	“Oh, it’s just you.”  Angel and Spike spoke in unison, then glared at each other. 
Spike  stepped forward when Angel looked less than forthcoming and opened the door.

	“Come on in, the more the merrier.”  For some reason, that phrase struck Spike. 
There was something he was supposed to remember, but what was it . . .oh well.  He
would have to figure it out later.  Right now, he had to concentrate on getting rid of the
poof.

	Xander put the pizza down on the coffee table in the den.  Spike grinned and
brought out the paper plates and a six-pack of diet coke.  “What’d you bring me?”

	“Meat-lovers!”  Xander settled down to eat.“ What’s with the diet coke?”

	“Figured the great poof would want to fit into his favorite coat. Needs to watch
his girlish figure.”  Spike shrugged.  Xander smiled,  holding back his laughter.

	  Angel looked at the greasy cardboard box with disdain. “You could at least wait
for Willow,” he admonished, then as an afterthought.”If she’s willing to eat that.”

	“Oh, and Denny’s food is gourmet cuisine?”

	“You took her to Denny’s?” Xander said around a mouthful of bread and cheese. 
“Wow, no wonder Buffy went wild for you.  What a classy guy.”

	“I like you better every minute.”  Spike paused with the pizza mid-way to his
mouth.  “That was very gutsy.  Remember, I’m chipped.  The poof is not.” 

	“Yes, but he’s a soulled poof.  Same difference.”

	“Arghhh!  Take it back!”  Spike was appalled. “It is NOT!! Do you see me
skulking around like the great poof, just because I can’t bite as I choose?”

	Before the inevitable fight could erupt, Willow stepped into the room.  She was
dressed in a midnight blue velvet tunic, belted with a delicate silver chain, over her best-
fitting blue jeans.  She had the front of her hair clipped back, and small silver hoops in
her ears. The pendant now hanging from her neck was a pentacle.  Both vampires
stopped to admire the petite redhead.  Xander kept stuffing his face.  

	“Hey Wirrow.” he mumbled.  

	“Pet, you’re a vision.” Spike started to stand, but Angel was already by her side.

	“You look stunning, Willow.” Angel lifted her hand and brushed a kiss across her
knuckles.   

	Spike muttered something unintelligible to Angel and Willow, but Xander almost
blew soda out of his nose.  Spike reached for another piece to console himself when the
doorbell rang again.   Who could that be–uh oh!  Ding-dong, slayer calling!  “Uh, Willow, I
forgot to tell you something!”

	Angel crossed the room to look out the peephole.  “This isn’t good.”  He said




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matter -of -factly.  “Actually, this is bad.  Very.  Bad.”  He swiftly turned to face the
stairs, searching for a hiding spot.	

	Xander gaped at Angel.  “What’s the problem?  Jehovah’s Witness?” He  walked
to the peephole and peered into it. “Holy Hellmouth! It’s -“

	”Buffy.” Spike finished, then hurriedly explained himself. “I forgot to tell you,
Red.  She called earlier because she was worried, thought you were sick.  I pretended I
was you but I couldn’t convince her not to come over.”

	The color drained from Willow’s face.  “Oh no!” She groaned.  “Quick, everybody
hide!” She stared down at her outfit in dismay, she would have to change.   She tugged
on Xander’s arm to forestall his hasty retreat upstairs. “Not you!  It’s okay if you’re here.
Just help Spike hide!”

	From the other side of the door, an agitated Buffy said.  “Uh, Wills?  Answer the
door.  I’m getting wet out here. Hey, whose coat is this? And is that Xander’s car?”

	Willow hurriedly ran upstairs and screeched around the corner to her bedroom.
As she ran, she pulled the tunic over her head.  Once she got in the door, she wiggled
out of her jeans.  Angel cleared his throat. “Willow. I’m in here.” Not that he minded the
view but he didn’t want to take advantage of her.  She turned around, he was leaning
against the wall.  In fact, Angel mused,  she had a lovely. . .

	“Then turn around!  I don’t have time to find another room to change in. “ She
grabbed up her robe and belted it.  There was no time to put on pajamas.

	“You really do own leopard underwear.”

	“Down boy!”

	She rushed out and slammed the door behind her.  Xander was stuffing a
resisting Spike into the hallway closet.  “There’s no time for that! Just put him in the
kitchen. She’ll never go in there.” 

	Willow took the stairs two at a time as Xander hustled behind her, towing Spike. 
He pulled him to the kitchen while she answered the door.

	“Buffy! Hi!” Even to Willow’s ears, her voice was overly-bright and cheerful.  She
faked a cough, then.

	“What took you so long?  And why are you out of breath?”

	“From the coughing.” 

	“Whose coat is this?” Buffy asked, holding Angel’s coat aloft.

	“Mine.” Xander appeared behind Willow, also out of breath.  He smiled. “Hey,
Buffster.” Xander took the soggy coat gingerly and slipped it on. “Sexy, huh?” 

	“Why was it outside?”

	“It was all wet.” Willow said lamely. 

	“So you left it on the rose bushes.  Whatever.”  Something was going on here. “What
are you doing here, Xander?”

	“Well, I told Xander I was sick and he, uh stopped by, to uh, cheer me up–just like
you.” Buffy looked at her quizzically.  Willow faked another cough.

	“Okay,” Buffy said, she looked at both of her best friends.  They were flushed,
Willow was wearing make-up and perfume.   She also noticed that Willow wasn’t
wearing pajamas.  She looked down, and Willow had shaved her legs.  “Oh, no. I don’t
believe this.  What is wrong with you two?”

	“What?” They said in unison.  

	“I know what’s going on.”  She set her damp duffle bag down on the floor.  

	“You do?” Willow squeaked.

	“It doesn’t take Slayer senses to figure it out.”

	“It doesn’t?”  Xander was sick to his stomach.

	“Nope.”  She dug into her duffle bag and pulled out the videos.  Then she pushed
past them into the den.  She took in the two opened cans of diet pop and half-eaten
pizza.  “Just dropping by, huh?  So all this pizza just disappeared by itself?”

	“Uh, I was hungry.  Really hungry.”  Xander offered. He slid Angel’s wet coat off
and put it on a chair. 

	“Right.”  She removed the ice cream and headed toward the kitchen.

	“Where are you going?” Willow stepped in front of her.

	“To put the ice cream in the freezer before it melts. If you’ll get out of my way.”

	“You’re going to put that in the KITCHEN, BUFFY?”  Xander said, trying to
project his voice over his shoulder.

	“Yeah, that’s usually where it goes.  Is there something wrong with your ears,
Xander?”

	“No.  I just wanted to make sure that THE KITCHEN was where you were going,
BUFFY.” 

	 Buffy impatiently stepped around Willow and into the kitchen.  On the table was
a vase full of wild flowers and two unlit taper candles.  Spike was on all fours, concealed
underneath the kitchen table.  Buffy hadn’t noticed him.  When she looked up, all she
saw was an innocently smiling Xander.  “Is this what you didn’t want me to see?”

	“I-I guess so.”  Xander stalled.  He spun Buffy around and pointed her toward the
window.  “Woah!  Did you just see that demon run past the window?”

	“Demon?’ She scanned the area, there was no evidence of a demon.  “I don’t see
anything.”

	“Really?  He was uh. . .blue with purple spots.”

	Spike was able to escape into the hallway.  Willow was trying not to panic. 
“Spike-go upstairs!  Hide in the bathroom!”  He hurried up the stairs and out of sight,
just as Buffy came back into the hallway.  She ushered Willow and Xander towards the
den.  

	She sat on a chair, and motioned them to sit opposite side.  “I know what you’re
hiding.  It’s perfectly clear.” 

	“It is?” Willow hung her head, ready to confess all.

	“I’m not an idiot.”

	“I know.”  Willow said softly.

	“The half-eaten pizza, the empty diet coke cans, and the flowers and candle light
set-up.  And let’s not forget. . . Willow’s clothes, not answering the door right away, the
two of you being out of breath.  I can’t believe you thought you could hide this from
me!”

	“We’re sorry, Buffy,” Xander began.

	“You guys are fooling around!”

	“Fooling around?” Willow said slowly. “Oh, yes. . .you caught us, Buffy.  We’re
so sorry.”

	“Xander, I can’t believe you’d do this.  What about Anya?” Buffy admonished. 

	“I know.  What can we say, Buff?  We’re sick.” Xander kicked Willow
surreptitiously. It was because of her mess that he got dragged into this.  “Wills just can’t
keep her hands off me.” Willow glared at him, but couldn’t do anything about the
situation. 

	Buffy gaped at both of them.  “Whatever!  It’s not like I want details.  It’s your
business, I guess. But remember the whole Cordelia/Oz mess? No repeats of that, ‘kay?”
She wagged her finger at Xander. “You make sure to tell Anya immediately!”

	“I will.”

	“Good.  I have to go to the bathroom. I’ll be right back.” She scooped up her
duffle bag.

	“NO!” Willow said.  Buffy looked at her strangely. “I mean.  There’s uh. . .not any
toilet paper in there.  Let me get you some.” Buffy climbed the stairs, followed by
Willow and Xander.  Willow mouthed. “Spike’s in the bathroom.”

	“So, you’re going to the BATHROOM, BUFFY?” he shouted. 

	“Uh, yeah.  You should get your hearing checked, Xander.”

	Willow shot a pleading look at Xander. “Do something!” She whispered.

	Xander pointed to the window, visible through the open door to Willow’s
parent’s bedroom.  “Buffy!  It’s that damned demon again!”  He shoved Buffy through
the doorway. Willow opened the bathroom door and ushered Spike out into the hallway
closet.

	“What the hell is wrong with you, Xander?” 

	“You didn’t see it?”

	“No.” She went into the bathroom and locked the door.  

	“Get me out of this bleedin’ closet!  I’m claustrophobic y’know!” Spike hissed. 
Xander opened the door, and shoved him toward Willow’s bedroom.  “Hey, keep your
hands off me–I bruise easy.  Delicate skin, and all.”

	“Shut up and get in there!” Xander whispered furiously as he slammed the door
behind him.

	“Xander, who are you talking to?” asked Buffy as she emerged from the
bathroom.

	“Umm, me, he was talking to me.”  Willow said.

	“While facing your bedroom door?”

	“He was trying to convince me to go for a. . . uh. . .quick toss. . .before we
watched the videos you brought over.” Take that, Xander! You deserve it for the ‘can’t keep
my hands off you’ comment!  Xander elbowed her.  She bit her lip to keep from crying out.

	“Willow, where did you pick up that phrase?”  She turned a disapproving eye on
Xander.  “And you should be ashamed of yourself.” Willow just shrugged.

	“I know.”  He hung his head.

	Buffy rolled her eyes.  “Come on Willow.  Let’s put your clothes away.”

	“Um, in my bedroom?  Right now?”

	“We’re going into WILLOW”S BEDROOM?  RIGHT NOW, BUFFY?”

	“Xander, you’re beginning to give me a headache.  Yes, we’re going into the
BEDROOM.  But there will be NO SEX.  OKAY?” She stared at the young man.  

	Meanwhile, behind her back, Willow opened the door to her room and motioned
for the two vampires to hide.  Angel stepped into the closet and Spike dove under the
bed.  Willow barely caught Spike’s words.                        

 

	“Willow?”  Buffy watched as her friend appeared to be waving at her room.  “Are
you feeling ok? And who said that?”  Buffy asked.

	“I did.”  Xander reassured her.  “I’ve been working on throwing my voice. And..
perfecting my English accent. ”

	Buffy began pulling clothes out of the duffle bag, shaking them out and setting
them on the bed. “Willow, aren’t you going to hang these up?”

	“Um, sure.  I’ll just put them in the closet!”

	“Willow, did you say put them IN THE CLOSET?”  Xander jumped up and ran to
the window.  “Buffy, there’s that demon again!”  Xander hopped up and down, and
pointed outside.  The minute her back was turned, Angel ran out of the closet and dove
under the bed.  Willow reached down and readjusted the bed skirt to cover his feet.  

	Buffy turned around, catching sight of something out of the corner of her eye. 
Willow smiled brightly and began to hang up her clothes.  Buffy sat on the edge of the
bed and bounced twice.  “Willow, I think your bed is groaning.  You might want to get
new springs.”

 Buffy looked around,
where had that come from?

	 Xander grinned.  “See?  I’m pretty good at that.”  Then, he sat down next to her,
bouncing a few times himself.  He hoped that would shut Spike up. “I think you’re right,
Buffy.” 

	“Owww!” Angel pulled Spike’s hand back under the bed.  
giving yourself a headache, you can’t really hurt him. Are you trying to get caught?>
Spike bit him.  

	“What was that?” Buffy jumped up alarmed.

	“Maybe it was that blue demon again.  Noisy little sucker.” Willow offered.

	“What kind of demon is this, anyway?  Have you guys asked Giles?”

	“No, but we think it’s a screaming mimi.”  Xander said helpfully.

	“Is it dangerous?” she asked, concerned.

	“No.  Not to humans, anyway. ” Willow was worried she would call Giles and
they would be forced to go on a “demon goose chase.”  Buffy relaxed, her patrol started
soon, she would take care of it then.

	“Willow, why aren’t you wearing the cross Giles gave you?”  She shook her head. 
“I know the two of you were into sweaty fun, but you need to keep that on.”

	Without thinking, Willow answered, “Oh, I think it fell under my bed when I was
sleeping the other night.”  Willow’s eyes widened.  “But, I’ll get it later.  I’m not feeling
particularly bendy right now.”

	“Nonsense, I’ll get it for you.”  She climbed off the bed, and was about to kneel
down when Xander knocked her over, covering her body with his own.  “Xander!”

	“Keep your head down.  I think the demon saw you–it was peering in the
window!”  He hesitated.  “Because it flies.”  While Xander had her pinned, Willow
opened the closet doors and Angel and Spike scampered inside.  Xander helped Buffy to
her feet.  “Sorry about that, Buffy.  Must’ve just been a really big bird.”

	“Are you on crack?” She said as she reached down to retrieve the cross again.  She
quickly spotted it and passed it to Willow.	 

	“No . . .”  Xander searched for an excuse.  “We’ve been drinking.”

	“Xander!”  Willow hissed.

	“No more lying, Willow.”  Xander turned to Buffy.  “She got me drunk so she
could have her wicked way with me. ”  He looked back at Willow and winked.  “Told
you she can’t keep her hands off me.”  A sound suspiciously like muffled laughter
emanated from the closet.

	Buffy was beginning to think something else was going on.  “So, you two are
really getting together?”

	“Yup.”  Willow fixed a lopsided smile on her face as Xander draped an arm over
her shoulders.

	“I don’t know if I can believe it.”

	“Believe it.”  Xander said, his voice deepening.  She wasn’t buying it. He had to do
something.  He pulled Willow closer.   Sorry, Anya. Then he kissed her.

	“Owww!”

	“There goes that demon again.” observed Buffy.  “It almost  sounds like it’s in the
room.”

	“I don’t think so.”  Said a troubled Willow.

	“Well, let’s stay up here for a little while and listen for it, just to make sure.” 

	“Did you say that WE’RE GONNA STAY IN THE BEDROOM FOR A WHILE,
BUFFY?”
                             ********

*Authors’ Note: This whole conversation takes place in a hushed whisper.*

	Meanwhile, in the closet. . .

	Angel held his hands to his ears and winced. “Why does he keep shouting? 
Doesn’t he understand that we have preternatural hearing?”

	“No one ever said he was the smart one.”  

          “I can’t believe we’re stuck in this closet.” Angel sigh was heavy.

	“I should think this would  be like home sweet home to you, Peaches.” Spike
pulled open his duster and pulled a flask out of it.  He took a healthy swig of bourbon.
Angel looked at him expectantly. “  I don’t think so.  Why would I waste good booze on
you?”

	“I promise not to get liquored up and take advantage of you.” Angel said,
deadpan.

	“You haven’t shagged in two years?  I wouldn’t trust you with that dust buster
over there.” He pointed to the shelf.

	Angel snatched the flask from him and took a drink.  If he was going to be
trapped with Spike for any length of time, he needed some serious alcohol.

	Spike pulled down the dust buster, intent on enjoying this situation as much as
possible.  “Tell me, Peaches, do you think a household appliance could give you a
‘moment of complete happiness’?” He waived the machine at him in what he hoped was
a seductive manner.

	Angel set the flask down and grabbed the small vacuum from him.  He smacked
Spike in the head with it.  “I think it just did.”

	“Oww!” Spike was just about to launch himself at Angel, when he remembered
that the slayer was outside.  He crossed his arms and sat down against the wall and look
at the other vampire.  Angel still cradled the dust buster in his lap.  “Uh. . .do you two
need to be alone?” Angel threw it at Spike, hitting him in the head.  “Oww!” He rubbed
the aching spot. “Lover’s quarrel already?  Fickle creature, aren’t you?”

	Angel took another swig of bourbon and passed it back to Spike.  Spike took
another swallow. Something caught Angel’s  eye in the corner of the closet.  He picked it
up. “Wine? Why would Willow have wine in her closet?”

	“Who knows?  It doesn’t belong to her though. Xander probably gave it to her.”
Spike said dryly. 

	Angel opened the bottle with ease and examined the label.  This was expensive,
too costly for a college student.  Comprehension dawned, it probably belonged to her
parents.  He promised himself that he would buy another bottle for her. He took an
experimental taste, it was warm but it was alcohol.  Five more sober minutes in this
closet with Spike and the two of them would try to kill each other.

	“Give me some.” Spike demanded.

	Angel handed him the bottle in exchange for the flask again.  The both drank,
making faces at the change in taste.  It was going to be a very long evening.



Rebound Ch. 09



Willow and Xander exhaled in relief as they leaned against the front door. They had just shut it behind Buffy, who was off to patrol. They had gotten her to agree to leave by convincing her that they needed some “sweaty fun time” together. Buffy was still suspicious, but she had been willing to let it go for the evening. 

Willow looked at her tired best friend. “Thanks for you help.”

“No problem.” He gave her a lopsided grin. “ Just call me the ‘vampire wrangler.’”

“Speaking of. . .” She said and then she raced up the stairs to her room. She hoped she wouldn’t find two piles of dust in her closet. She was a little surprised that they hadn’t come out on their own. Willow swung open the closet door.

“Ohhh. . .Willow” Angel groaned, shielding his eyes with his hand from the light. “So bright.” He clutched an empty bottle of what was once wine in one hand, motioning for her to come closer with the other. She had pilfered two bottles of wine from her father’s wine cellar right after she’d broken up with Oz. She wanted the alcohol to dull the pain, but after drinking the first bottle, she had found that it just made her sick. 

“Red, did Slutty leave?” Spike asked. His pulled his duster off of his head and threw it on the floor. Willow saw Spike’s empty flask lying beside it. 

“Yes, Buffy left. “ She confirmed. Great. Two drunken vampires. Just what she needed. 

Spike crawled out of the closet on his hands and knees and collapsed at her feet. He gave her a drunken but unholy grin as he ran a cool white hand up her leg. “Naked under there?” 

This caught Angel’s interest. “You are?” He stood slowly, clutching the wall for support as he reached for her. 

“Stop that!” Willow stepped back from Spike and pulled her robe tighter around her waist. 

Xander walked in, he held his keys in his hand. “I just called my house, Wills. Anya is kinda mad at me, right now. I seriously hope Buffy didn’t go over there and blab to her. You don’t mind if I-“

”Go on, I’ll be fine Xander. I hope everything’s alright.” He hesitated as he looked at Spike and Angel. “They’ve been drinking so much, they’ll probably pass out soon. You don’t have to worry about me.” 

Xander’s eyes rested briefly on Spike’s sprawled form. He thought about taking the vampire back home with him. Xander would never publicly admit this, but Spike was beginning to grow on him. He also knew that the blond vampire was protective of Willow. Spike was an unlikely bodyguard at best, but better than nothing. The idea of leaving Willow alone with Angel was unthinkable. “Call me if you need help, Wills!” She nodded, he kissed her cheek, and then left the room.

Angel tottered over and wrapped his arms around her. “Your hair is so. . .shiny.” He leaned on her heavily, swaying on his feet.

“Uh, Angel, why don’t you lie down?” She was afraid he would fall over. 

Angel’s looked her over from head to toe and he smiled languidly. “Hmmm. Never did thank you for giving me back my soul.” He pushed her so that she fell unto the bed and then he staggered over to lay down on top of her. Willow managed to keep him from crushing her. 

“No, Angel! We can’t do this!” The last thing she was to bring his soul back again after a visit from Angelus. That really would make this just the best night ever.

Spike was trying to pull himself off the floor by holding onto the bed. “I. . .save you. . .Red. Hold on.”

Angel buried his face in her neck, nuzzling her. “Smell so good.”

“Angel?” No response. “Angel?” Nothing. He had passed out. She slid out from beneath him, to see Spike on his knees beside the bed. 

“Couldn’t save you. . .can’t get up.” He looked distraught. “ You okay?”

“No,” She said softly. She reached a hand out to touch the face of her would-be protector. 

He closed his eyes, savoring her touch. “Good. Never want you. . . be hurt by him.”

Tears pricked her eyes. “I know.” She kneeled down and wrapped her arms around his waist, assisting him to his feet. “Come on, let’s get you in bed.”

“Whatcha gonna do with me when we get there?” Even drunk, Spike was oversexed.  He leaned on her as they made slow progress to the other side of the bed. Once, there, he lay down heavily. “Bloody head hurts.” He closed his eyes, drifting into sleep rapidly. He didn’t even notice he fell asleep next to Angel.

Willow pulled all the shades in her room and turned off the lights. She paused at the door. “Goodnight.” She whispered to the sleeping vampires. 

             *******

Angel rolled over in bed, his hand brushed against smooth skin. His head rested on a soft pillow, and he inhaled deeply. He’d know that scent anywhere. Willow. He was in Willow’s bed so he must still be dreaming. He blindly reached out again, trailing a fingertip over Willow’s supple skin. 

Spike felt someone touch his arm and then one finger skim the length of it. He was curled on his side, facing the covered windows of Red’s room. He chuckled inwardly - naughty little witch, feeling him up while he slept. Well, he’d let her. He wondered how far she’d go. What a way to wake up!

Angel moved closer to the huddled figure on the bed. He still kept his eyes closed, convinced he was in the middle of one his dreams. He put his mouth against her ear. “I want you so much. Just let me-“

”ARRRRGHH!!” A very male voice bellowed. Angel opened his eyes to see a livid Spike.

“Keep your filthy hands to yourself, poof! What THE HELL were you trying to do to me?” He jumped off the bed and held up his hands as if to ward him off. “Never mind. I KNOW what you were trying to do.”

“Spike!” Angel exclaimed. “It isn’t what you think. I would never-“

”Damn straight. You will NEVER do that with me. EVER! Got it?” Spike rounded the bed and grabbed his duster from the floor to wrap around himself. “I’ve been violated!”

“I’m sorry, Spike.” Angel said through gritted teeth. “I thought you were Willow.”

Spike was over his initial shock, and enjoying Angel’s discomfort. “Oh, sure. . .like you haven’t thought about doing that to me.”

“Spike, I wasn’t trying to molest you.”

“ You’ve had your eye on me ever since I showed up in Sunnydale with my hair dyed blond. We all know you have a thing for blonds, poof.  Hello? Slutty and Darla? I know I’m a handsome bloke, but you should at least try to control yourself.”

“Are you guys awake?” Came a shout from downstairs. Willow was awake. 

Angel sent a beseeching look at Spike. He really didn’t want to explain this to Willow. “Let’s just keep this to ourselves.”

Spike’s smile was earnest. “Of course, Angel. I’ll keep your secret.” 

“We’ll be right down, Willow.” Angel stalked out of the room. Spike was right on his heels, his hands behind his back, his fingers were crossed.             

  *******

Willow sat at the kitchen table, munching on a bowl of cereal. “Good morning.” She said as the two vampires filed in. She gestured to four mugs that were set at two different places. “Coffee and heated blood. Dig in.”

“Like the cereal, Red?”

“You bought this?” She asked, lifting a spoonful. He nodded and she laughed. “I should have known.” It was Count Chocula cereal. 

“Knew you’d like the tiny bats.” He said, then took a drink from one his mugs.

“Have you ever eaten it?” She asked before she took another bite.

“Nope. Can I have a taste? See if I like it?” She spooned up some and was about to hand the utensil to him when he opened his mouth wide. With a gamine grin, she spooned it into his mouth. 

His hand closed around hers as she removed it. He looked into her eyes as he licked a droplet of milk from the spoon. “Simply mouth-watering.”

Willow managed a weak smile as she pulled her unsteady hand back. Was it suddenly hot in here?

Angel cleared his throat loudly. “Can I have a taste, too?”

“No, it belongs to me.” 

Angel knew Spike wasn’t talking about the cereal. He leaned over to Willow. “I’m sorry, darling. I forgot to give you a good morning kiss.” His mouth seized hers in a lengthy kiss. They were both winded when they drew apart.

“Careful Red. You don’t know where he’s been.” Spike looked down as he swirled the coffee around in his mug and then took a sip. “After the dust buster incident, you might find some dust bunnies in there.” But Spike wasn’t done yet.

“What?” Willow stared at Angel. “Did you have some sort of accident while cleaning . . .?” Angel could only stare back in mute horror. Spike wouldn’t tell Willow. . .

“And I’m lucky you yelled when you did this morning. He was about to take advantage of me while I was sleeping!”

Oh yes, he would. Angel threw a hand over his eyes. He should have known better than to trust the blond demon’s word. “Spike, I thought you were going to keep that between us.” Angel growled, chagrined.

“Goddess!” Willow’s jaw dropped. She had read in some of Giles’ more ribald vampire research that the undead were often bisexual. But now she had proof! Giles would be fascinated - if she could find a way to tell him without revealing Angel’s identity and how she had found out. 

“No! I thought you were . . .I mean, that he was . . .I was half asleep—He’s twisting everything around.” Angel clutched at her hand desperately. 

“Now, Peaches. There’s absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about. Be proud of your sexuality!” He patted Angel’s shoulder briefly. “Now, this is going to hurt because I know that I’m wildly attractive. . . must be that animal magnetism I give off. . .but I’m just not interested in you. Try to pick up the pieces and move on with your life.”

Angel reached over and grabbed Willow by the shoulders. “Darling, I woke up in your bed and I just assumed it was you lying next to me. I thought one of my dreams had come true.” 

Awww. “It’s one of your dreams to wake up next to me?” She gave him a hug. Angel shot Spike a triumphant grin over her shoulder. Building on his momentum, he said. “I’m so sorry our date was ruined last night. I feel bad asking you this, but can you skip classes today? We could spend the whole day together.”

She pulled back to look at him. She knew that she shouldn’t miss class, but she just couldn’t resist the look on his face. “Yes, I think that would be fun. I could run over to the market and get something good for dinner-“

”I was thinking that we could go to my hotel room. You could drive my car with me covered up in the backseat. Then, I could order room service for you. We could have some ALONE time.”

“Absolutely not, Peaches!” Spike bellowed. 

“I didn’t ask you, Spike.” Angel growled.

Spike turned to look meaningfully at Willow. “He’s already talking about the back seat, luv. That’s not a good sign! The next thing you know . . .BOOM! It’s the road trip from Hell with Angelus.”

“I think’s it’s a very good idea.” Willow said. She ruffled Angel’s hair and then went off upstairs to change.

Angel gave Spike a victorious smile. He picked up the apron which lay haphazardly across the back of a chair and tossed it at Spike. “Why don’t you put this on and make yourself useful by doing the dishes, my boy?”

Spike pulled the apron off his head and threw it back in Angel’s face. “I’ve a better idea of where to put this. Why don’t you stuff it up your-“               

*******

Spike knocked on Willow’s bedroom door. “Can I come in, luv?”

“Yes, I’m completely covered up.”

“Now that’s a bloody shame.” He entered the room and took the hairbrush from her hands. “Don’t go with him, luv.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t trust him.” He smoothed the brush through her locks one time. “He doesn’t know how to take care with a girl.”

“Are you sure you’re not just trying to win our little bet?” She joked.

He looked hurt for a moment, then continued brushing out her hair. It wasn’t just about the bet. He was falling for Willow and he didn’t want her to fall in love with his sire. Occasionally, he would brace his hand against her skull to prevent pulling her hair when he untangled it. He finally said. “You’re only going to get hurt. He’ll make you fall for him and you’re so caring and sensitive that he’ll-“

She turned to look at him. “So you’re saying that I’m weak? Or I’m not his type?”

“No. You’re exactly his type.” The words hit with precise impact. “More so than Buffy. You can take care of yourself and the whole world besides. Your Xander’s companion, Buffy’s therapist, Giles’s assistant. You’re exactly what everyone needs. But beyond that, you don’t hog the spotlight like that little blond twit. You don’t need special titles or destiny or training. You do what you can because that’s who you are.” He paused to cup her face and look into her eyes. “And. You. Never. Expect. Anything. Back.”

A tear slipped down her face. She studied his face for artifice, for cunning. She found understanding. Not empathy, sympathy, or pity. Just understanding. “Go ahead, luv. Go with him.” He kissed the tips of his fingers and wiped the tears away. “See for yourself.”

“That’s it? No refusals?”

“If you’d like to take the time to convince me . . .” Spike offered with a carnal smile. He was serious once more. “However, I’d like to make two requests.”

“One?”

“Since today is his, tonight is mine.”

“Done.” She smiled. “And two?”

“From now on you keep our mornings just us.”

“Agreed.” She kissed him on the cheek and then on the mouth. It was a kiss that held passion and comfort.  “See you tonight.” She walked out of the room and made it to the bottom of the stairs before what he said struck her. How many more mornings does he think we’ll have?             

  ********

Willow held the drawing in her trembling hand. The portrait was a close-up on her sleeping face. “It’s b-beautiful, Angel.”

Angel sat in one of the overstuffed chairs, his knowing eyes watched the play of emotions across her face. “Willow,” he said softly. “I drew that picture. Not Angelus. It was done yesterday.”

“Oh. I’m so sorry. It’s just the last time I saw one of these-“

”I was trying to kill you.” His eyes were hooded, concealing the guilt and grief that tore through him. Would his past ever set him free?

“Not you. Angelus did all those things.”Willow said.

“Willow, I’m sure you realize that on a rational level. But, sometimes. . . sometimes when you look at me, you see him don’t you?”

“The same face. . .” She said helplessly.

“But not the same person.” He pulled her down to sit facing him. He took her hands in his and placed them on his knee. “I’m so sorry for-“

”Shhh.” She said, placing a fingertip to his mouth. “You have nothing to be sorry for. Angelus tried to kill me once. But you saved me, you saved all of us so many times.” 

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes.” And no.  Willow added silently. She looked at the drawing again. “The way you show the light and shadows in the work. You’re very talented.” 

He smiled. “You like it?”

“Oh, yes. No one’s ever drawn me before! The way you see me. . .I feel almost beautiful.” She ducked her head.

“That’s because you are beautiful.” He indicated the bed. “Let me show you how beautiful you really are.”

“Angel, I don’t think we-“

He chuckled. “That’s not what I was suggesting, darling.” His voice was raspy. Not that he wouldn’t love to touch every inch of her. But he couldn’t listen to his body, this was Willow. She could only be his friend, he shouldn’t hope for more. “ I want to draw you, show you how my eyes see you. Just lay on the bed, sweetheart.”

She bit her lip and walked to Angel’s big bed. “How should I pose?”

Angel considered this a moment. “Lay on your side. That’s right, up on your elbow.” He walked over and handed her a pillow. “And relax. Don’t try to force an expression.” He took his sketching pad from the bureau drawer and sat back down in his chair. 

“Angel, did you ever have Buffy pose for you?” For some reason, she needed to know.

“No, I never asked her.” He said softly. He worked furiously, she could hear the pencil scratching the paper. Occasionally, he would glance up and then grin at her.

When he was finished, he brought the drawing to her. She took it carefully from him. “Angel, I love it!” He had captured her more whimsical side. She had a slight smile on her lips and her eyes were dancing with some unknown mischief. She resembled a playful fairy. 

“I do too.” He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “I’d like for you to have it.” She turned up her face to speak to him but stopped when she noticed his expression. His eyes settled on her mouth and promptly turned to smoke. He was lost. He lowered his mouth to hers. This kiss had nothing to do with the bet. Spike wasn’t here to observe, there were no excuses.  

She pulled her mouth from his and said raggedly. “This is getting out of hand. I never intended-“

”I know. Me either.” He pulled her hand against his chest and pressed it to where his heartbeat should have been. “But it may be too late to stop now. And I’m not sure I want to stop.”

“I don’t think we should see each other again.” Willow said.

“Is that what you really want?” 

“No, but it is the right thing to do-“

”Right for who?”

“Buf-“

”Leave her out of this. This is about you. About me. Don’t you think we deserve some sort of chance?”

“But we could never be together.” 

“No, Buffy and I could never be together. “ He grasped her arms and pulled her closer so he could look her in the eye. “Willow, Buffy and I . . .it was a relationship doomed from the start.  A vampire and a vampire slayer? It was never meant to last. I am ashamed to say this. . .but I think that it was based on our sexual attraction to each other. And maybe her status as the slayer.  Even my need for redemption. I loved her, but I wasn’t in love with her. And when the physical aspect was taken away. . .there was nothing left. Maybe there wasn’t much there to begin with.”

Willow read between the lines. He had used Buffy. Perhaps unwittingly? Willow closed her eyes. Did Angel and Angelus have more in common than she had thought? His tormented face swam into her vision. No, those two were nothing alike.  She couldn’t believe that his treatment of Buffy was a conscious decision. And as for Angelus. . . all the misdeeds he had perpetrated on them didn’t count.  Angel wasn’t responsible for that demon’s actions. “What are you saying exactly?”she said finally.

“I’m saying that I could fall for you.” He brushed his lips against hers. “And as frightening as that prospect is, I would rather be sent back to hell, then miss this chance.” 

Willow took in a shuddering breath, her earlier conversation with Spike was coming back to her. Did he want someone to take care of him? Did she even mind doing that? He pulled her close, cradling her against his chest. “Tell me you don’t want to.”

“I can’t!” His lips came down on hers with an almost crushing force. His fingers curled into her hair. When he broke the kiss, he was in full vamp face. Angel shut his eyes, ready for her revulsion. None came. He opened his eyes, a tear ran down his cheek. She kissed it and moved her lips to the ridges that stood out on his forehead. “I accept you, Angel. Every part of you.” It was true. She embraced the angel as well as the demon. 

His mouth descended again.“Willow, my Willow.”               

*******

Willow watched Angel pull away from her house. He had been a little angry that she had refused to spend the evening with him. But she had promised Spike and was firm in her denial. 

She wrapped her arms around herself and walked up the driveway slowly. Her feelings for Angel were more muddled than ever, she thought she might be in love with him.  They had spent a wonderful day together, touching and kissing. But never daring to do more than that. Angel had read aloud to her from a book of Byron’s poetry and they had shared a meal together. Neither of them spoke of the bet, or of Buffy, or Spike.




Rebound Ch. 09



Spike. She looked at the lights shining in her windows of her home.  She had felt a persistent sense of guilt while being with Angel. As if she were betraying Spike by enjoying herself She also thought that she might be in love with Spike. Willow shut her eyes. Was it possible to be in love with two people at one time? Or what if these feelings weren’t even real? What if she was simply reacting to Oz’s loss? Reveling in the attention of two handsome men. Willow found that she was standing on her doorstep and she had no explanations. She shook her head. Curiouser and Curiouser. . .



Rebound Ch. 10



* Curiouser and Curiouser . . . .

Willow was surprised that Spike hadn't opened the door for her. He usually waited for her arrival. When she stepped inside, she saw a black envelope and a platter filled with cheese and crackers on a table in the foyer. Emblazoned on the envelope in crimson ink was the word, "RED". She opened it to reveal a black note card that simply said "EAT ME". She could just picture the blond vampire cackling as he wrote those two words out. Willow smiled as she chose a treat from the tray. 

Willow was nibbling on a tangy piece of cheese as she spotted a glass of red wine midway up the stairs . With another black envelope. She opened it and it said "DRINK ME." She picked up the glass and took a sip. Willow ascended the rest of the staircase.

Her bedroom door was ajar. She entered to find Spike sitting on the bed with a box wrapped in black paper on his lap. She opened her mouth to speak when he put a finger to his mouth and shook his head.

She smiled and went over to him and began to rip the paper off the box. She lifted the lid to reveal a miniature of herself. It was an auburn-haired porcelain doll, dressed in a elegant red gown. Her hand shook a little. Another woman in Spike's life had been gifted with dolls. Does he want another Drusilla? She raised her eyes to Spike's face. His expectant grin faded. "You don't like it, luv?" 

"I'm not Drusilla, Spike." She said quietly.

"I know you're not, pet." He pulled her down to sit next to him on the bed. "Willow, when I look at you. . . I see you. I don't wish Dru was here." She continued to look at him skeptically. "Remember when I took you to the factory?"

"You mean when you kidnapped me and asked me to do a love spell?"

"Uh, right. Sorry about that, luv. Anyway. . .I was out of my head. Dru was gone, I was all alone. That's when I first noticed you. You stood up to me, put me in my place even after I threatened you and your idiot friend. I admired your grit. And when I was close to you, had my head on your shoulder. . ." He closed his eyes as if reliving the moment. "Trust me, luv. I never forgot about you." He put the lid back, covering the doll's face. "I'll get you something better, pet."

Her fear faded a little, Spike had been with Drusilla for over a hundred years. He thought that dolls were special to all women. She realized that he had gotten her a tiny version of herself to cherish. She took the box from him. "I love it." she said honestly. His grin returned. "You just freaked me out. For a second there, I thought you might have gotten me a voodoo doll." She smiled to hear his bark of laughter.

"I'm glad you like it, luv." He smiled. "Now where's my 'thank you' kiss?" She picked the doll up and kissed his cheek with it. He raised his scarred eyebrow. She gave him a quick kiss on the mouth. "Do you talk to them?"

"Who?"

"The dolls?"

"Uh, no. I stopped doing that when I was in grade school. Do you talk to them?"

"I used to for Dru sometimes. I even made 'em talk to her." He gave a slightly embarrassed shrug, but his smile was a little nostalgic. "Used to make her laugh."

Willow smoothed his hair as he spoke. His expression had clouded after he said that, she wondered what terrors he was revisiting in that labyrinthine mind of his. She gave him a teasing smile, trying to lighten his mood. She picked up her small twin. "Now all she needs is a little man doll."

"Just as long as it's a blond one. No dark haired poofy dolls for her." Spike said gruffly. He cleared his throat. "Are you hungry, pet?"

"No, not really."

"Oh, peaches took you through a drive-thru somewhere before he brought you over? Did he spring for the bloody 99 cent menu?"

She laughed despite herself, playing along. "No, he let me order whatever I wanted. And not from the kids menu either." She thought about the cards he had left for you. "I liked the Alice in Wonderland set up, too. How did you think of it?"

He gestured to her shelf full of books. "You have that book as well as Through the Looking Glass." She was touched, he took the time and effort to find out what she liked. He smiled. "How about a movie then?"

"You want to go to a theater?" She was a little surprised. For the most part he hadn't indicated any interest in going out. She had always assumed that he liked the fast- paced nightlife. After all, the Scooby's had encountered him many times at the Bronze. She was also a little disappointed. She had been looking forward to having him to herself.

"Hmmmm. . .let me see, being in a darkened space with dozens of mortals I don't know? Or be in a darkened living room with one very special mortal. Wait! Let me think. . ." *********

"What in the bloody hell is that thing? Why is it singing? It doesn't look scary, just . . .fuzzy." Spike sat on the end of the couch, his feet propped on the coffee table. He had rented Gremlins, knowing that scary movies were the quickest way to a cuddle. So far, he wasn't impressed with the fear factor. Willow lay half on, half off the couch at the other end. She kicked him.

"Shh!" She loved this movie. And she happened to find it very frightening. "Haven't you seen this before?" He shook his head and grabbed her feet and pulled them into his lap. "It's a Mogwai. Just watch."

He studied the screen as he slid her shoes off her feet, a grin playing with the corners of his mouth. She was wearing woolly socks covered with little witches on broomsticks. Gently he rubbed first one foot, then the other, using his thumb to make firm circles on the balls of her feet. To his satisfaction, she sighed and settled further into the couch. He smiled. The more relaxed she was when the scary part came, the more she would jump. The more she jumped, the more reason he would have to pull her into his embrace. He could just imagine it. Awww, did the little fuzzy thing scare you? Come here and the Big Bad will protect you. *********

"For Christ's sake! Not the microwave! OH NO!!" Spike shrieked and Willow pulled him closer. The moment the first Gremlin had appeared he had jumped so high he almost fell off the couch. The next thing she knew, he was holding her like a shield from the television and asking her when it was safe to look again. "That's disgusting!"

"What's the matter?" She asked, trying not to laugh.

"I just don't understand. What were those blobs? What happened to the fuzzy one?" A horrible thought struck him. "Oh, bloody hell, Red. They didn't eat the little bugger, did they?"

"No, he's just fine." She patted his blond head. "And you'd know that if you'd kept your eyes open."

"I had my eyes open the whole time!" He protested. "It's not like I'm scared, it's just gross! Those weird slimy blobs remind me of baby chaos demons. Ever seen one? Never mind, if you'd smelled one you'd understand. Worse than cabbage. "

"Uh-huh, this coming from the Big Bad?"

"I was ruthless–not icky." They settled back down to watch again.

"Sure, Spike. Whatever you say."

"Aghhhhh!" Microwave popcorn flew through the air.

"What?!" Willow jumped, and Spike clutched her closer.

"The nasty striped one just jumped into the pool!" Willow tried. She honestly tried not to laugh. She covered her mouth. And tried to think about something else. But when she looked at Spike and he was actually chewing on one of his nails, she lost it. It started with an escaped snicker. Then grew to giggles. At last, she just couldn't help herself, and let out with a peal of laughter so loud, Spike jumped again. This just made her laugh all the harder.

"Oh, you think it's funny, do you?" He grabbed her by the waist to prevent her form falling off the sofa. "Poor little Gizmo is hiding terrified in a backpack, scared of the light, and you think it's a joke!"

"I–I–I'm s-s-sorry!" She gasped, trying to get herself under control.

"That's it, you're gonna get it." His grip on her tightened.

"Spike! NO! Don't you dare!" It was too late. All out tickle warfare ensued. By the time they were finished, they both lay on the spilled popcorn, between the coffee table and the couch. Willow sat on his stomach, trying to catch her breath. Spike crossed his arms behind his head, not needing to.

"Oh, we missed the ending, luv." He looked upset. "Did the little fuzzy one make it?"

Willow coughed to hide the fresh giggles. Then she stretched. It felt good to laugh so much. It occurred to her that she had not laughed once today while at Angel's. She shook off that thought and looked down at Spike. She decided to take pity on him. "Yes. Gizmo's just fine. He's even in the sequel."

"There's a sequel? I should have rented it, too."

"I think one's enough for tonight."

Spike reached up and touched a lock of her hair. "So what do you say, pet? Are you finally hungry?"

She looked at him mischievously. "Are you sure you can stomach food?"

"Of course, luv. I may be adorable, I may not even be that fond of light, but you can feed me after midnight." She moved to stand up, but he stopped her. In one fluid movement, he stood, scooping her into his arms. "You don't have your shoes on." He offered as an explanation. 

Once in the kitchen, he deposited her on one of the chairs and headed to the fridge. "What are you hungry for, pet?"

"Something sweet."

His eyes lit with an idea. He pulled a white bakery box from the refrigerator and a bottle of red wine. "I bought strawberry cheesecake for us at the store." He didn't even bother with plates, just grabbed two forks. They ate in companionable silence. She had to spear him with the fork occasionally when he tried to scoop the strawberries off her half. Soon, they were both clutching their stomachs, experiencing eater's remorse. ********

*******

Buffy dusted what she hoped was the last vampire of the evening. She blew the remaining ashes off of trusty Mr. Pointy and deposited him in her bag of weapons, then headed for her dormitory. On her way, she passed Anya who was sitting on a bench. She appeared to be crying. Buffy winced, Xander had broken up with her.

"Anya, are you alright?" Buffy said, sitting down beside her.

"Yes, I'm fine." She said morosely. . She pulled a tiny packet of tissues from her jeans pocket and pulled one out to wipe away the tears.

"Anya, you're crying. Want to tell me about it?"

"It's Xander, he-"

"I know." Buffy patted the girl's back awkwardly. She didn't know what to do. She knew Anya would be upset, she just never expected her to take it this hard. She must have really loved Xander. Still, Buffy couldn't help but wish Xander and Willow happiness. Wills had been in love with him for years. 

"Xander can be so cruel some times. I just don't understand it. If I asked you something, would you give me an honest answer?"

"Uh, sure." Buffy prayed this question didn't involve Willow and how long the two had been dating. 

"Do I smell like cabbage?"

"What?"

"Do I smell like cabbage?" When nothing but a confused squeak came out of Buffy's mouth, she burst into fresh tears. "It's true! Xander was right. He was talking on the phone after we'd just had wild sex tonight. Xander said something about a demon that smelled like cabbage! Then, he laughed! And I just know it's me!" She buried her face in her hands. "I'm so ashamed."

"No, you don't smell like cabbage." Buffy said, patting her shoulder. Buffy had no idea what was going on here. Wills and Xander were discussing demons on the phone while Anya listened. Xander hadn't broken up with Anya yet! He was lying to both girls? Stringing them both along for "sweaty fun times"! 

She refused to believe Willow would have any part of the deception. Willow wasn't a good liar, her guilt always won out. Buffy walked the distressed ex-demon home, promising her that she would go shopping with her for perfumes and body washes the next day. She had to tell her best friend what Xander was doing. Buffy made a mental note to have a serious talk with Willow the next time she saw her.



Rebound Ch. 11



Willow put the small fuzzy animal on the pillow facing Spike. In a moment, she would let her alarm go off to wake the sleeping vampire. She was still in her flannel nightgown. He had carried her upstairs last night and she had fallen asleep with this arms around her. The only thing that clouded her feeling of contentment was thinking of Angel. Guilt over enjoying herself with Spike.  

Spike was falling in love with her. Angel was falling in love with her. She was falling for both of them. Her feelings were impossibly entangled, she wished there were someway she could sort them out. She had never intended her little bet with Spike to escalate into a full-blown vampire love triangle.

Willow’s alarm went off, noisy and shrill. Spike’s eyes snapped open and he turned his head. He let out a blood curdling scream and jumped out of bed, but he fell to the floor because his ankle was twisted in the sheets. “Bloody Hell!” He spotted Willow. “Run for your life, Red! I bet he brought his green buddies with him.” 

When, he couldn’t get away, he shifted into demon face and growled at the fluffy troublemaker. He looked closer at the fuzzy character. “It’s Gizmo.” He picked it up. “Oh, he’s not real.”  His voice held equal parts relief and disappointment. Spike noticed Willow’s barely concealed grin. “Tryin’ to scare me, pet?”

“No. Yes. Only a little. Xander gave him to me after we saw the movie. I slept with the little guy for months afterwards, he’s been in my closet shelf ever since. I couldn’t bear to throw him away. . .I just. . .wanted you to have him.” She smiled at him impishly as he struggled to his feet. “I do appreciate your heroic effort to save me from my stuffed animal. Were you going to bite him?”

He crossed his arms. “That’s not funny, pet. I was half asleep, having a nightmare about those nasty green blokes. Then, I wake up to find that bloody thing on the pillow next to me.” He wouldn’t look at her. “And I thought the way I woke up yesterday was frightening. ” He tried to look upset with her, but he was absurdly pleased that she was gifting him with a treasured childhood toy.

“Tell me, Spike, how can you be afraid of a gremlin. . .when you’ve k-killed people and caused so much trouble?” She shuddered a little, it was hard for her to see him as the ferocious vampire he once was with the gentle Spike she’d gotten to know. 

“Well, I was the one causing all of it, wasn’t I?” He said, defensively. Then he seemed to shake a little.  “Besides, they’re so green, and scaly and . . . little.” He held his hand at knee level.

“You’re scared of small things?”

“You wouldn’t ask me that if you heard the stories Angelus told me about the little people in Ireland. Vicious. Besides, what would you be scared of if you were immortal?” He pointed out. “Little things that slip past your notice. Creepy crawlies that you don’t see until it’s too late.”

“Angelus used to tell you stories?” She sat Indian-style on the end of the bed. 

“Oh, that’s the one thing that catches your interest? Him? You want to know more about my bleedin’ sire?” He pouted as he sat down on the floor to look up at her.

“No. I want to know about what kind of stories you heard.” She replied diplomatically.

“Are you handling me, luv?”

“Are you still stalling?”

He paused a moment to think about which stories to tell her about. The fairies? The banshee? The brownies? The leprechauns?  “He told us stories that would chill you to the bone.” Spike looked around. Willow had duct-taped heavy blankets to the curtains for him, and the lighting was soft now, even at ten in the morning of a sunny California day. Willow gathered herself closer and leaned forward intently, as he began to speak. “Brownies are troublesome little folk . . .”

Willow watched as he spun tale after tale. He shifted his head and shoulders with the motion of the characters and even managed to effect a version of the brogue she had heard Angel using the other night. She was surprised to learn that he was a very talented story-teller. “I don’t think he could have told them any better. You’re really good at that.” She looked at him intently. “I can’t believe he really sat around telling you stories.”

“We were his children, Red.  Besides, he probably took some sadistic pleasure in frightening the monsters that frighten people.” He gave a half smile. “Sometimes, like when he was telling us stories, he wasn’t so unbearable.”

Willow was perplexed. She had never heard Spike speak about Angel or Angelus in this way before. She knew from Giles’ texts that there was certain bond between a vampire and their maker. But, somehow she had never connected that to Spike and Angel. Of course, reflecting on what she knew of Drusilla, Spike’s true sire, she supposed that she wasn’t quite capable of playing the mentor role for him. And Angelus appeared to be the “Alpha” vampire, so to speak, who else would he look to? She motioned for him to sit next to her on the bed. “What was he like the rest of the time?”

“Don’t ask me that, pet.” He looked at her with haunted eyes and gripped her hand. “You don’t need nightmares, too.”

“You can trust me, Spike.” She shifted so they could face each other. “I have met Angelus. I know what he was like with humans. I always tried to imagine what he was like with other demons.”

Spike closed his eyes to call up the past, again. “Sometimes, he was a real charming bloke. He’d tell us stories, lead hunts, even bring home dinner. Other times, he . . .didn’t.”

She remained silent, encouraging him with her eyes to continue. “Darla was never the one who got hurt. He bended to her every whim. And when she upset him, he had only one place to get his frustrations out.” Spike tilted his head to the side. “He wasn’t like most demons. He didn’t blow up all at once. When he got mad, he got real quiet. And you knew it was coming. You could feel the tension.  I would sit downstairs, silence all around me. And then you would hear it. The screaming.

“I forced myself to listen. If she couldn’t escape it, neither could I. He was older, stronger. Meaner. And if I challenged him, got in his face, he would make it that much worse for her. I would sit, listening to her screaming, and I promised myself. . .someday. . . I would be stronger. I would find a way to prove I was his equal. Then I could stop him from hurting her.”

“When he finished, I would go to her. Tried to bring her presents to erase the new images in her mind.” He shook his head. “She would just gaze back at me. So empty. Empty because she couldn’t appease the anger Darla caused. Couldn’t be what he needed. She used to tell me that she would never be enough. That it was her fault. 

“But what really got to me in the end, was when she started to like it. Because those were the only times that he paid attention to her. That was right before the bloody bastard went off and got himself a soul. And now, instead of paying for what he did, there he sits like a bleeding knight in shining armor. Wanting people to feel sorry for him.”  Spike bit his lip. He wasn’t sure if he should have told her this, could she handle these twisted memories?

Willow wondered if she would have been better off not knowing what he had just told her. But, knowing what she did, there was one last thing she had to ask. “Did he ever hurt you like that?”

“Not like that. We fought of course, he busted me up a few times. But nothing like what he did to her. He didn’t have to.” Spike met her eyes for the first time. “After I gave up trying to please him, all he had to do was hurt Dru. That was worse than anything else he could have done.”

“When Angel lost his soul. . .why did you let him back in your life?”

“Could you turn your father away?”              

 ******** 

Willow sat on her front doorstep. Angel would be arriving soon.  She held the doll Spike had given her. Willow had named the doll, Red, which had pleased Spike. Her mind was still swirling with the images Spike had put into her mind. She wasn’t all that sure that she could face Angel tonight. Sometimes, she had bad dreams about Angelus.  Spike’s memories would only add to her nocturnal nightmares. The worst one was when he held her by the throat in the hallway of her highschool. She usually woke up screaming, hands clutching the phantom fang marks in her neck, trying desperately to stem the flow of her lifeblood. 

Spike stood behind her, his hands smoothing her hair. He had been overly cheerful today, trying to distract her. . . until the sun had set. Then, he had followed her around. Silent. Watching her prepare for her evening with Angel, but making no comment. She knew that he wanted her to stay with him. She also knew that she couldn’t stay here tonight. Willow needed to talk to Angel, to gain his perspective. Maybe that would provide the missing piece to the puzzle. Help her make some sort of livable solution to her predicament.

Angel pulled into the driveway of Willow’s home. In the darkness, he saw a shadowed female figure, sitting on the steps. Clutching a doll. Over her, stood Spike, illuminated by the faint glow of the porch light. He stroked the woman’s hair. Angel’s hands gripped the steering wheel, resisting the urge to turn the car around and go back home. He steeled himself as he switched off the ignition. This confrontation was inevitable. He slowly walked towards the stoop, pulling the sunglasses from his eyes. “Drusilla.” Willow. They clattered to the ground, both lens cracking.

Willow looked up at Angel, disconcerted by his expression and his use of the other woman’s name. Spike moved to place himself between Angel and Willow. “You could at least get her name right, Angelus.”

“Angel.” 

“ Souled or soulless you’re still the same bastard.” 

Willow touched Spike’s arm. He looked down at her. “You don’t have to go with him, luv. You can walk back in that house and I’ll keep you safe.”

“Angel isn’t going to hurt me tonight, Spike”

“No, he’ll wait until you fall in love him before he does that.” He kissed her temple and backed away.

Willow stood up and Angel slipped his arm through hers, still shaken. He managed to escort her to the car and open the door for her. They drove away, leaving Spike standing on the doorstep. He cradled Red protectively in his arms.

Willow shifted her legs uncomfortably in the car. Angel had still not spoken to her. He seemed lost in his own thoughts. “You thought I was Drusilla?”

“Yes,” he admitted. She noticed they were driving in the direction of his hotel room. “We need to talk about a few things.”

“I agree.” Willow wanted some answers from him. They drove the rest of the way in silence.

********

Angel indicated one of the overstuffed chairs and Willow sunk into it. The vampire sat across from her in the chair’s twin. “I’m worried about you, Willow. There are some things you need to know about Spike. But first, I have to tell you about William, the man he was before he was turned.” She sat back in her chair, content to let him tell this story in his own way for now. 

She noticed that he had momentarily stopped treating her in a loverlike way, he was once more the Angel she had always known. Distant. Troubled. He seemed reluctant to begin.

“Spike told me that Drusilla sired him. That she wanted a companion.” She prompted.

“That’s true. She sired him. But he became my. . .Angelus’ responsibility. He wasn’t the headstrong, irreverent vampire that you currently know.”

“He told me that he had wanted to be a poet.”

“William.” He leaned forward in his chair. “At first, Angelus thought Drusilla had not chosen wisely. He and Darla had contemplated staking the fledgling. William was a pathetic vampire at first. Despondent, grieving for some human woman who had rejected him. Drusilla had found him in an alleyway, crying. Darla and Angelus thought he was just her toy, a plaything to be kept for a while and then discarded.” He explained this further when he saw her confusion. “Vampires pick a human to be a childe very carefully. They must look for a sign. You see, any human can be made into a minion. But, it takes a certain type of person to become a childe. The stress of being immortal is more than most humans can stand.”

“And Spike didn’t possess this sign?”

“Maybe it wasn’t as visible, or as potent. But Drusilla was able to see what lay beneath that weak exterior of his. And Angelus became William’s true sire, because Drusilla was not up to the task.  At first, William seemed to have little taste for killing. He would starve himself for days before he was forced to find food. The months went by though and he grew stronger. Angelus taught him well.” Angel cleared his throat. “He instructed Spike to play with his victims, gain enjoyment from their deaths. Soon, Spike became his prized pupil. The two would often hunt together. 

“That changed when Spike began to desire Drusilla. That closeness ended and jealousy replaced it. He began openly challenging Angelus. He tried to craft a new image for himself as ‘Spike’. Making up for the indignities he had suffered as a human while trying to cover his inadequacies as a vampire. He was obsessed with making a name for himself. Killing wantonly. Stalking slayers. But you probably knew this part.” 

Willow was curious. “Something you said earlier. . .how does a vampire know a mortal’s aptitude to be a demon?”

“It’s a scent, Willow. A particular fragrance that only some humans possess.” He swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry. “You have that smell.” Willow was aghast, unable to verbalize any reaction to the knowledge. Suddenly, she was once again in the factory, Spike’s captive. “That smell . . .your neck . . .I haven’t had a woman in weeks.” Hadn’t Spike admitted that he’d had his eye on her since that very night?

“I’ve seen the way that you two act around each other, Willow. I know that you think he’s harmless now. That Spike’s fun and spontaneous. But he’s a demon.”

She sighed. “Angel, I know he’s a demon-“

”You don’t understand. Think about his situation, Willow. What two things did Spike love most? Killing. But the chip took away that pleasure. And Drusilla. She’s gone as well but he can do something about that. He searched for a replacement and he thinks he has found one in you.”

“No, Spike doesn’t want to replace Drusilla. He wants to get on with his life.“

”Please listen to me.” He took her hand. “I saw you sitting there playing with a doll. He gave it to you, didn’t he?”

“Yes. But, he’s only bought gifts for one woman and she liked-“

”No, Willow. Not originally. That little trend started long after I was soulled and she was left alone with Spike. She became his doll, a toy that he could control.”

“Wait just a second. Angelus did terrible things to her, drove her to madness-“

”Yes, Angelus helped to push her into lunacy, but Spike has helped to keep her there. He wanted her to be passive and needy.” He was about to go on when he felt her eyes on him. “What is it? Why are you looking at me that way?”

“He told me.”

“He told you what?” He asked with trepidation.         

“ The torture. You didn’t stop once she was crazy. You didn’t stop once you turned her.” Her eyes held a glint of accusation. 

“I? I didn’t do any of those things, Willow. Angelus did.” He looked betrayed.

“Oh, Angel! I didn’t mean ‘you’! I meant Angelus.” She took a deep breath. She started to ask what had been on her mind all day. But she couldn’t seem to form the words when he looked so upset. 

“What is it?” He asked gently.

“As Angelus, could you love?”

“Could I love?”

“I am sure that Spike loves. As a vampire. Did you?”

“No.” He confessed. “I needed. I obsessed. But that’s what vampires feel. And that’s how Spike feels about you. He wants to possess you. It makes him feel good to be needed, to take care of a weakened creature.” 

“And I’m weak? That’s why he wants me? So he can turn me into some insane child that he-“

”No, you are not weak. Not yet. But if you stay with him, you will be. Can’t you see it, darling? He’s pushing you into her demented role in his life. There have been hints of it, haven’t there? He’s offered you his protection, hasn’t he? His assistance? Spike will squirm his way into your affections by helping you. Then, once he’s found all your vulnerabilities, he’ll hold you captive by them.” Willow could think of nothing to say to defend Spike. He had offered to protect her on numerous occasions. Been her caretaker. Images of him assailed her. Cooking for her, helping her with her school work, and offering her comfort. Innocuous. But not seen in the light that Angel had placed them.  She was staggered by it. She had grown to want him in her life in a very short time.  How long would it be before she needed him? Couldn’t survive without him?

Angel could see his words hitting home with her. “He is charming and handsome, darling. But don’t let that distract you from the truth. I know that you don’t want to believe that makes a difference, because he has a chip. He won’t have that thing in his head forever. Once it’s out, how long do you think it will be before he starts killing again? How long would it take him to turn you, make you his mate for eternity?”

Willow shivered. Unbidden, came the image of him crouching over her on her dorm bed. His fangs grazing her throat. She could hear his words in her mind.  “I’ll give you a choice. Now, I’m going to kill you. No choice in that. But, I can let you stay dead. Or. I can bring you back -- to be like me.” She wondered how she could have ever forgotten that. 

Then her thoughts drifted back to this morning, and Spike’s face as he had spoken about Angelus. Even Angel said that when Spike was first sired, he was not a natural killer. She thought about what Spike had said about proving himself so he could protect Dru. Angel saw the doubt in her face. “People can change.” She whispered.

“Spike isn’t a person, Willow.”

“And neither are you. ”

“But I am capable of remorse, I have a soul. I can love.” He protested. Her eyes shone fiercely. “You seem so certain Spike can do these things. Why? Because you think he loved Drusilla?”

“No. Because I know he loved you.”

“Willow, what type of creature could love Angelus?”

“One capable of forgiving the creature who had destroyed his first true love.”

********

Angel put the cup of coffee on the table beside Willow’s chair. She gave him an unsteady smile. “What do you say we get out of here? I meant for us to have fun tonight, not discuss the intricacies of vampirism.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, Angel.” Why did she always end up apologizing to him? “I’ve ruined your plans for the night, haven’t I?”

“Nonsense.” He replied, graciously. “Vampires always know where the late- night action is.” 

“Would you answer one more question for me?” He nodded and braced himself. “Would you give me the back story on the dust buster comment?” She smiled mischievously.

“NO.” It was apparent that was all he would say on that subject. “Are you hungry?”

“Are we going to Denny’s?”

“Nope, we’re going to this neat little place called Swenson’s, and then I thought we’d go to the drive-in.”

“The drive-in?”

“Yes. Double feature. We’ll make it in plenty of time to see the second show.”               

********

Riley put his arm around Buffy as they headed into her house. “Tired?” He asked sympathetically.

“No. I’m actually kind of keyed up.”

“Well, I wasn’t going to say anything, but Grease is playing at the Drive-in.”

“Sounds . . .icky.” She flashed him a smile. “I’ll get a shower, and then we’ll go.” He kissed her, quickly, and sat down to wait for her to get ready.               

 *********

Anya sprayed herself with the peach body splash one more time before she walked back into the living room. She hoped she’d put on enough, Xander looked disgusted about something. “What’s the matter?”




Rebound Ch. 11



“I’m bored and there’s nothing on t.v.” He answered with a sigh. 

“Want to have sex?” She suggested helpfully.

“ Well, yes,” He looked at her, and you bothered to ask, because . . . why? “But there’s something I’ve wanted to do since I was thirteen.”

“And that would be?” She asked, encouraged that he was not turned off by her smell.

“Ever been to a drive-in?” 



Rebound Ch. 12



“Summer days, drifting away, to. . .ahh. . .ahh. . .those summer nights. . .”

Willow sat beside Angel in his convertible. He seemed to be enjoying the movie, especially the music. She could see him mouthing the words as he tapped on the dash slightly. She smiled to herself. So his voice wasn’t that great, he still had the tempo right.

They had eaten cheeseburgers, fries, and milkshakes at Swenson’s. She knew Spike would have found it amusing, always teasing Angel for buying fast food. She felt a stab of guilt. 

Angel looked slightly uncomfortable, he was twisting in his seat a little and seemed to be distracted by something.  He settled down and drew her close to his side, his hand came to rest on the seat behind her. She listened to John Travolta sing about ‘getting friendly down in the sand’, Angel pulled her closer. 

Willow’s cheeks flamed. Did Angel bring her here to. . .? With all of these people around? She looked up at him accusingly. He bent his head, she tried to pull away but he was too strong. He tried to whisper something but she interrupted by saying. “What do you think your doing?” 

Angel’s mouth curled into a confused frown. Then he spoke earnestly. “I have to tell you something. This is going to shock you, Willow.”

“I doubt that.” She said vehemently. She still couldn’t break his hold.

“Those people next to us. . .uh. . .they’re having. . .well, they’re having. . .sexual relations. That’s all I can say.”

“WHAT?”

“Page 157.” He ground out, disgusted with the sweaty mortals writhing in the car next to them. “And maybe page 235. And they’re doing this in public.”

“The people next to us are having sex?” She said. “And you’re shocked?” She giggled. And here she thought he was being Mr. Seducer. He was such a prude sometimes. “This is a drive-in, Angel.” 

“Exactly! This is a drive-in, not a brothel.” He grumbled. Then, he fixed her with a glare. ”And why aren’t you shocked? Do you normally go to places like this? And do. . .that?” He made a careless gesture to the van beside them.

“It’s a drive-in, Angel. Not some wild sex party. Everybody knows what goes on here. Come on, you are what - 200 and some years old?”

“But I thought this would be-“ Then he smacked the dash. “Spike!” Angel had stolen the blond vampire’s idea. When the two had been trapped in the closet, Spike had drunkenly slurred that he was taking Willow to the drive-in. Spike had said that he and Willow “ would have a jolly good time there.” Then he’d given a very self- satisfied laugh. It was obvious now what his lewd childe had in mind for poor Willow.

“What about him?” 

“Nothing!” Angel said quickly. Did she think he brought her here to. . .?

“You talk about sex and then shout ‘Spike’? Okay. Whatever. Not asking any questions. Nope.” She teased. Then she remembered what he had said. “Hey, how did you know about page 235? You read more of Dark Embrace?”

“I was bored in the closet, darling. I couldn’t be expected to talk to Spike the entire time.” He smiled suggestively. “How could I help but notice 157 and 235? Those pages were creased, Willow. How often did you read them?” She had come here willingly with him, accepting that he might make an advance. Hmmmm.

“I have to go to the bathroom.”

“I notice that you say that when someone asks you a question you don’t want to answer.” She shrugged. He grabbed her around the waist before she slid out the door. “There’s a penalty for missing some of the movie.”

“A penalt-“ She never got to finish her thought 

His mouth swooped down on hers. Almost bruising in it’s intensity. He pulled back and admired the flush that had spread from her face down to her neck. He stroked the collar of her apricot satin blouse. ”Soft, but not as soft as your skin.” His fingertip traced her collar bone, pressing lightly. “Does it taste as good as it feels?” He lowered his mouth to her neck, placing ardent kisses and laving her with his tongue. He could almost taste her blood, it called to him. Urged him to bite down and experience oblivion. The scent was overwhelming, he nipped her neck with dull teeth. Then his demonic features descended and he gripped the back of her seat, trying to regain control. “I think you should go now, darling.” He managed to drag himself away from her, hiding his face. He was breathing heavily with effort. 

Willow made her way dazedly to the ladies room. She had noticed that he had changed when he touched her. But she hadn’t been frightened. Part of her wanted him to bite her, wondered what it would feel like. She decided to ponder that particular thought at a later time. Right now, she was going to have some fun. She deserved it. 

She sighed, grateful she had been able to stay home today because her classes were canceled. A frequent occurrence on the Hellmouth. Giles had left a message on the machine this morning. Apparently a blue demon with purple spots had been spotted at the campus foreign film festival. He wanted to thank her for the information she had provided to Buffy on the “screaming mimi demon”. He had never seen it mentioned in any of his texts.  Buffy was close to tracking it down. 

She had remarked to Spike that it was amazing that their fictional demon had come to life. He laughed and told her that it was no coincidence, their demon was quite real.  “The smelly bugger owes me ‘five quid’ and won’t pay it back.” He had said. Since there were no “demon bill collectors”, he had decided to sic the slayer on it. Spike knew once they told Angel about the thing it would somehow get back to Buffy. 

She walked into the bathroom. Willow crossed the room to the sink and peered into the dingy mirror. She lifted her hair, searching her neck for marks that Spike might notice. Guilt pang! Her skin was flushed, but otherwise unmarred. Her lipstick was smudged and she wiped it off with a tissue she pulled from her small handbag. She also took out a small hair brush to rid herself of the tangles Angel had created in her hair. She balanced it on the sink, but while she closed her handbag, it clattered to the ground.  As Willow bent to retrieve it, she caught a glimpse of a blond haired girl come up behind her. She stood up and began to run it through her hair. 

“I’m afraid it’s a drive-in hazard. Hickeys, that is.”

“Omigoddess! Buffy!” Buffy was here at the drive-in. Had she seen Angel? Had she seen what she and Angel had just been doing?  

“Wow, Willow. Nice handiwork. Look at those marks.” She smirked. “And I thought Riley and I were hot and heavy.”

“What handiwork? I don’t see any marks.” Did Angel leave a bite mark?

“Right here.” Buffy touched a small abrasion on Willow’s collar bone. She blushed, Willow hadn’t thought to look there. “I learned to check for those spots when I was dating Angel. He has a thing for collar bones.”

Willow was flustered. Her guilt clouded her ability to think. She searched for a reasonable response. “I uh, I . . .” 

“What’s wrong with you? “ Buffy asked curiously. “Xander got your tongue?”  

Willow nearly collapsed with relief. Buffy assumed she was here with Xander. All she wanted was to somehow get out of this bathroom, find Angel and go home. She needed a diversion, something to draw Buffy’s attention away from her. Just then, salvation walked through the door. “Anya!” Anya? That’s not salvation. That’s damnation. Did I kick puppies in my past life? Or invent panty hose?

“Anya.” Buffy acknowledged. Giving the ex-demon a once-over. She was flushed, a couple of buttons were missing from her shirt, and a small hickey marked her neck. She stared at Willow and Anya, confused for a moment.  What was going on here? Some sort of sick threesome? Sanity returned. Willow? In a bizarre threesome with a ex- demon? I don’t think so! Xander had obviously lied to her, telling her that he had broken up with Anya. “You’re here with Xander?” She asked, her voice deceptively calm. 

Willow could only stare at the two of them, there was no where to go. Nothing she could do. What if Buffy told Anya that Xander and Willow were ‘dating’? Xander would never forgive her.

“Yes, he took me out this evening so we could have sex at the drive-in. It’s one of his fantasies.” She smiled happily.

“What a prince.” Buffy said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Xander had stooped to this? He must’ve rented or borrowed another car so that he could sleep with Willow and Anya on the same night at the same place. Disgusting! She imagined him running from one car to another so he could. . . Her fists clenched. How could Xander do this to Anya and to Willow?  And poor Wills was so hurt, she was unable to speak. 

Anya had moved to the mirror, she was applying more body splash, to cover-up any cabbage smell. Xander had been attentive and loving all evening. She was so glad that their fight was over. 

“Anya, why don’t Wills and I follow you back to Xander’s car? I’d like to say hello to him.” Right before I kick his ass.              

 ********

Willow noticed Anya was heading in the general direction of Angel’s car. Goddess!! Just when she thought this night couldn’t get any worse. She moved ahead of the other girls, hoping to find some solution. Desperately, she racked her brain for an idea. She thought she might be able to signal Angel in some way.

They passed the large van that Angel was parked right next to. Willow bit her lip, waiting for the shouting to begin. Hoping for a gigantic hole to swallow her up. Wait a minute. Best not to tempt fate on the Hellmouth.  For some reason, a rhyme she had heard once ran in her mind. “Oh, what a tangled web we weave, when first we practice to deceive.” The car came into view. 

Angel wasn’t in it. Maybe he had gone to the bathroom? No, vampires didn’t have to use the little boy’s room. Went to get popcorn? Willow wasn’t sure she cared at this point. 

And Buffy hadn’t noticed the car either. Willow was afraid that she might have recognized Angel’s car. Buffy was really angry though. For once, blind slayer rage was a good thing. Willow knew that this confrontation with Buffy would come eventually. But at least it wouldn’t be today.             

  *******

Angel walked back to the car, holding a bag of popcorn. He knew that Willow loved the stuff, and he hoped it would help make up for his inappropriate behavior earlier. Not that it wasn’t fun. She was so beautiful, he just couldn’t resist. He hoped that she wasn’t angry with him. That’s when he saw Buffy. And Willow. Standing by his car with Anya. But the trio was already moving on though. He hadn’t been seen. With a sense of relief, he went to his car and sat down, but he was too distracted now to watch the movie. He hoped Willow would come back soon. They had a lot to discuss.  Angel tossed a popcorn kernel in the air, but before he could catch it in his mouth, a blue hand stole out above his face and swiped it. “What the hell–“

Suddenly he found himself in the middle of a tug-of-war battle for his popcorn. Had it just been popcorn for himself, he would have let it go. Any demon that smelled that bad could have whatever it wanted as long as it kept far away from him and his car. But he had bought the popcorn for Willow. After a few minutes of struggling, Angel let go. He would buy her another bag. This one was starting to smell like cabbage, anyway.              

 *******

 “Stranded at the drive-in, branded a fool. . .”

Xander sat behind the driver’s seat watching the movie. He was munching on some popcorn watching that Travolta dunderhead get dumped at the drive-in. What a loser! He laughed to himself. Just then, two feminine hands opened the car door, seized the front of his shirt and yanked him out and onto his feet.

“Buffster? What’s wrong? You look real mad.”

“I am, Xander. I’m really, really mad. And I think you know why.” Buffy whipped him around to reveal Anya and Willow. “Don’t you think you owe them the truth?” Xander winced, Buffy’s hand was twisting his shirt front and pulling out chest hair. 

Anya didn’t know what was going on here but she didn’t like how Buffy was handling her boyfriend. “Sometimes, Xander likes it rough. But I will do that myself, if you don’t mind. Put him down, Buffy.”

“No, Anya, he needs to tell you something. Don’t you, Xander?”

“Buffy. Wait! I can explain this. Privately.” He shot a worried glance at Anya. Buffy twisted his arm behind his back. “Oww! Buffy that hurt. Slayer strength, remember?”

“Since you can’t be a man and tell them, I’ll do it for you. Xander got both of you here in two cars so he could have sex with both of you. On the same night! And why did he do this? Because he’s a disgusting pervert who is only interested in getting laid.” She shook Xander. “Now apologize!”

“Oww! I’m sorry!” He cried, he shot Willow a beseeching glance. Why was she just standing over there? Say something! Anything! Just as Willow was going to speak up and confess, Anya stepped in front of her.

Anya walked over to him. She had noticed the marks on Willow, she knew about their past history. The girl had caused the breakup between Xander and Cordelia. And Xander had seemed very preoccupied with Willow, lately. Calling her. Going over to her house. “How could you?” She slapped his face hard. “I cared about you. Last night you laughed at me, called me smelly. Like cabbage.”  She glared at him. “Well, I have some information for you. When you come home from work, you smell like PIZZA! And you want to know what else? You’re not that good in bed. I have had better. And he was a troll!” With that she flounced into the car, and turned on the engine. “Not that it would take that much to be better than you.” She sped off into the night. Anya had stranded him at the drive-in. And she had done it in his own car.

Xander was confused. He had spoken to Spike on the phone last night to get the latest Angel report. They had laughed about the real “cabbage demon” but Anya must have assumed he was laughing at her. What was he going to do? 

Buffy looked at her best friend. “Wills, are you ok?”

“Buffy, please. There is something that I have to tell you. It isn’t Xander’s fault. He–“

”Buffy!” Xander shouted. “DEMON! It’s that damn demon! He’s stealing that man’s popcorn!” He cupped his hands to help his voice carry. “ Give it up, dude! It’s not worth it. You can buy more!”

Buffy turned around. She was going to kill that screaming mimi, she was tired of fooling around. “Hey, drop him! Go buy your own!” 

“Xander, I’ll tell her as soon as she gets back. And I’ll call Anya, too. I’m so sorry. I tried to tell her in time.”

“Willow, I have had enough! You can’t keep doing this.” Xander looked over her shoulder and his eyes grew wide. “OH NO! He’s headed for the concession stand. He’ll clear the place out!” Xander started to climb back into his car to hide when he remembered that Anya had taken it. He shook his head. She had taken his snacks, too. He deadpanned, “Tell me, Willow. You’re dating two demons. Why do they always steal your food?”

“Only one is a demon.” She said distractedly. “Xander, I know you’re really mad at me, right now. But I need to keep this a secret from Buffy for a little while longer. I’ll tell Anya, but please can we not tell Buffy?”

“Sure, Wills. But you have to ask Mr. Broody Coat to give me a ride home.” He thought for a moment. “And buy me some popcorn, preferably some that doesn’t smell like cabbage.” He put a hand on his chin. “And you will make me cookies. The oatmeal chocolate chip kind. From scratch.”

“Sure.” She smiled, grateful that he was taking this well. “I even know who I’ll get to help me bake.”                

********

In the meantime, Riley had joined in the fight when the demon had taken his popcorn. He and Buffy now had the thing cornered in the ladies bathroom. He had radioed Professor Walsh and the Initiative soldiers had taken it away. Once it was gone, Buffy told him to wait in the car and walked back over to her friends. “Ok, now, Wills, what were you saying about it not being Xander’s fault?”

“Oh, y-yeah. It’s not his fault because . . .because . . .” Willow searched desperately for an answer. “We were under a. . .spell. Remember when I made you want to marry Spike?”

Buffy glared at her. “I don’t ever want to talk about that again.” She shuddered.

“Sure. Forget I mentioned it. Anyway, I did another ‘will it so’ spell and it just backfired. Next thing you know, Xander and I are on the floor. Surely you noticed that we were acting funny.” She turned to Xander. “He didn’t say anything because he didn’t want you guys to get mad at me for messing up another spell. We just couldn’t help ourselves. It wasn’t our fault.”

“Well, I hope that satisfies Anya. She looked pretty mad.” Buffy shrugged. “Look on the bright side Xander. At least you have another car here to go home in. Shall I walk you guys over? Make sure there aren’t any ‘junior mint-eating demons’ running around?”

“NO!!” Xander shouted.

“God, Xander.” She winced as her ears continued to ring. “ You need to get that volume thing checked out. Soon!”

“Sorry, Buffy. It’s just that the car might still have lingering effects from the spell. I mean, it just wore off and that was the last place we were er, together. We wouldn’t want you to get caught up in it.”

Buffy grimaced. She had never told any of them, but Spike and she had felt ‘the urge’ for a couple of days after the spell was over. Thank God, they hadn’t acted on it. “I’ll tell you what. Why don’t I walk you over to the general vicinity of the car.”               

*******

Angel smiled. He had a fresh bag of popcorn for Willow. Though, by the time she got back to the car, it would probably be cold. As he tossed a new kernel up to catch in his mouth, he saw Buffy, Xander and Willow walking towards the car. He dropped the popcorn, half of it spilling onto the seat of the car. Angel ducked down below the dashboard and laid down. Presently, he looked up to see Xander standing in front of the driver’s side, and Willow by the passenger’s side. 

“Xander, Willow , no more fluking.” Buffy said in a motherly tone.

Angel’s jaw dropped. Did Buffy just say, ‘No more fuc-? Xander and his Willow? No. He must’ve heard wrong. He looked up at Willow. 

“Right. No more FLUKING!” Xander shouted, he felt the need to make things crystal clear. He did not want a two-hundred year old vampire pissed at him. Not even one with a soul. Especially one that wasn’t chipped. Add in the fact that said vampire was about to be crouched down at his feet. . . “FLUKING is out of the question.”

Angel’s eyes widened -- ‘fluking’, that was alright. Buffy had mentioned Xander’s and Willow’s short infatuation with one another. That’s when he realized their dilemma.  Buffy must think that Xander and Willow had come to the movies together. She would expect them to get back into this car to watch the rest of the movie. And they had to make sure that Angel wasn’t seen by a certain blonde. It became apparent that Buffy wasn’t going to go away until they were settled in the car.

Buffy smiled at her two friends. “I’ve got a great idea! It’s looks like the car next to you guys moved, probably scared by the demon. Why don’t Riley and I pull in next to you guys?” She wasn’t really in the mood to fool around with Riley anyway after chasing that screaming mimi down.

“Oh. . . we were going to go home anyway.” Willow said.

“No way, guys. I’m not letting you be alone together right now. What if that spell kicks in again? Riley and I can keep an eye on you while we all watch the movie. It’s just about over anyhow and then we’ll follow you home to make sure you get home alright.” Xander and Willow looked at eachother helplessly and then at the vampire who was scrunched up on the floorboard.

“I saw that disappointed look, guys. No more fluking -- even one last time!” Angel glared at Xander and vamped out. Buffy saw Riley looking around for her. “Riley! Bring the car over here, okay?” He nodded and turned in the direction of his car. “Why don’t you guys get in the car? Just because I have to stand out here doesn’t mean you do.”




Rebound Ch. 12



Willow opened the door gingerly and carefully placed her feet in beside Angel’s face as she sat down. Xander stepped in the car, placing his feet in between Angel’s legs. The vampire growled.

“What was that?” Buffy said.

“My stomach! I didn’t get to finish my popcorn.” Xander called. He looked at Willow. “And I want some ice cream too. Chocolate chip ice cream.”

“We’ll get some later.” Willow said, trying to appease Xander, who was getting angrier by the second. The poor guy had been forced to lie for her several times and  had gotten into a fight with his girlfriend. She put her hand on his arm, trying to calm him down but he shook it off.

Xander, knowing Angel couldn’t bite him with Buffy standing by said. “Wills, don’t you remember there being more leg room in this car?” He pressed his foot down hard into Angel’s calf. 

Willow gaped at him. “I think that was the back seat, Xander. If you like leg room so much, why don’t we sit back there?”

“Guys! No more back seat stuff. That spell must have been a powerful one. You guys have absolutely no willpower.” She shook her head and moved to the side as Riley pulled up next to them. Buffy sat down in the car.

Angel really wanted to bite him. He really did.  In fact, he might do that later on. For now, he reached out and pinched Xander’s leg and twisted.

“OWWW!” Xander yelped.

“Willow!” Buffy shouted. 

“What? He just. . .stubbed his toe.” She reached down below Buffy’s eye level and patted Angel’s shoulder but said. “There, there, Xander.”

“No touching!” Buffy said. “Do I have to sit between you two?”

“Yes, why don’t you come over here and SIT BETWEEN US?” Xander looked down gleefully at the enraged vampire.

She cringed. “Volume control, Xander. Get some.”

Willow interjected. “We’ll be good, I promise. Tell you what? Why don’t I come over and sit with you guys?”

Riley was amused by their antics, he wasn’t exactly sure what was going on but he was used to general weirdness happening when Buffy was around. “Sure, come over here, Willow.” He put his arm around Buffy. “Why don’t we all just watch the movie?” Buffy gave him a look from the corner of her eye. “What?” Her lips seamed into a thin line. Riley pulled his arm back from around her, they would be having a discussion about this later. 

Willow slid into their car and shot a meaningful look at Xander. She had been patient with her best friend but this was getting ridiculous. She knew that he was upset about Anya, but Willow was willing to bet that Anya would find the whole thing funny once she knew what was going on. The vengeance demon always looked on the brighter side of things and had a surprising sense of humor. Willow stuck her tongue out at Xander. Good luck with the vampire you managed to piss off!

Xander paled as he stared down at the angry vampire at his feet. God, he hoped this movie would be over soon.



Rebound Ch. 13



“I get to push it.”

“No, I do!”

“But you drove over here.”

“Your car’s too bleedin’ broody to take around town! It’d scare the townies.”

“You are such a-“

”Stop it!” Willow was beginning to get a headache.

“How do you put up with this?” Xander asked as he stood beside her. The two vampires were fighting over a shopping cart at the local 24 hour grocery store.

They both glared over their shoulders’ at the young man. “Shut up!”

Xander did. Angel was still seething over the ‘floorboard incident’. Willow and Xander had managed to get Buffy and Riley to leave them alone. After Angel had extricated himself from the floorboard and dusted his coat off, he had growled at Xander and chased him around the yard. Luckily, Willow had intervened. They had all gone inside and when Xander mentioned baking cookies Spike had insisted that they bake them this evening.

Spike surrendered control of the cart to his sire just as the vampire gave a particularly savage tug. The result was Angel lying flat on the tiled floor, under the shiny cart. “Fine, you push the cart, mate. I’ll help Red.”

Angel rose from the floor, desperately trying to appear dignified. Two college students who were buying enough alcohol to drown a small country gave him curious looks as he started pushing the cart down the wide grocery aisle. Willow and Spike were looking at the chocolate chips when he caught up to them.

Angel smiled despite himself. He remembered how scarce food was when he was a young man. Now, one could simply walk into a store and obtain any food at all hours of the night. He voiced this to Willow, hoping to engage her in a discussion about history, only to have Spike glower at him.

“Stupid bleedin’ poof.” Spike muttered as they continued down the aisle, having picked up their chocolate chips. “Why don’t you go drool over all the potatoes in the bins? You Irish fairies like that sort of thing, don’t you?”

“Why don’t you go buy some hair dye, blondie?” Angel snarled.

“Why don’t you lead the way, Peaches? It’s probably right next to the bleedin’ hair gel.”

“Good one, Spike!” Xander said, ever one to enjoy a good put down.

“Enough!” Willow hissed. “Or I will make all of you wait in the car.”

As the entered the frozen foods section, Willow caught site of a familiar face.

Anya regarded the ice creams with rapt attention. Her cart was already filled with three varieties. She looked up as she saw them all approaching. “Willow!” The ex-demon said, it wasn’t a friendly greeting. The redheaded witch was glad she still didn’t have use of powers. Anya raised one eyebrow at Xander but said nothing to him.

“You have to let me explain-“ Willow began.

“No, I don’t. I know all about how you broke up Cordelia and Xander. You. . .you seduced him.”

Spike decided it was time to intervene. “Listen, Anya, Red isn’t involved with your little boy toy, alright? The witch is with me. She just had to lie to the Slayer so I wouldn’t be clogging up her dustbuster. Get it?”

Anya’s forehead wrinkled. “So, you’re sleeping with Spike?” Her eyes wondered over Angel appraisingly, “What about the big tall one?”

Spike rolled his eyes. “No, she’s not sleeping with him. But you could say that he’s involved with the dustbuster.”

“Spike!” Angel said angrily.

Willow gave the blond vampire an irritated look. “No, I’m not ‘sleeping’ with Spike. We’re, er. . .well, it’s complicated. Angel and I are. . .well, that’s a long story. But Xander and I are not involved. We’re just friends, like we have always been.”

Xander finally regained his ability to speak. “I’m so sorry for dragging you into this mess, Anya.” He walked over to her and held out his arms.

She looked up at him. “So, you were only playing a joke on Buffy, right?”

“Right.”

“You never had an affair with Willow.”

“No.”

She smacked his chest. Hard. “Never do that again!” Then ran into his still outstretched arms. 

Xander hugged her gratefully. He smiled over the ex-demon’s head at Willow. “Thanks.”

“Sorry, Xander.” Willow said, pleased that they were back together.

Xander looked down at the ice cream in his girlfriend’s cart. “What’s with all the fat grammage, An?”

“Every time I helped a girl who’d been wronged, her friends always bought her ice cream. I thought it was what I was supposed to do.” She said into his shirt.

He chuckled, stroking her hair. “Let’s not fight again.”

“We won’t. If you stop doing stupid things.”

Sensing another argument about to erupt, Willow said. “Well, I guess I’ll be seeing you two later.”

“I think so. But I want those cookies tomorrow, Wills. Before noon.” He looked down at Anya. “Well, early afternoon.” They watched the two lovers exit the grocery store.

Willow sighed in relief, at least she hadn’t done any permanent damage to their relationship. “Well, lets get the ingredients, luv. Oh, can we can get some chicken wings and some buffalo sauce?” Spike grinned. “Don’t you like those, luv?”

“I’m sure she’d rather have filet mignon, wouldn’t you Willow?”

“Right now, I’m thinking I really want a stake.”

“Steak?” Angel repeated. “I knew you’d like my suggestion better.” He smiled smugly at Spike.

“No, a stake.” Willow repeated, pantomiming the action of staking a vampire.

Just then the college guys wandered into their aisle. They started to snicker as the saw her doing the gesture. Willow flushed when she realized that from their perspective she was doing a lewd motion with her hand. One of the young men called out. “Think you’re in the wrong area for that, sweetie. Condoms are in aisle four.”

Spike and Angel vamped out and watched the terrified kids drop their beer and run for the door. They both looked at each other grinning for a moment, the ice was melting a little. Then they scowled as they both realized they were. . . gasp. . .bonding.



Rebound Ch. 14



Willow entered Xander’s house with a plateful of warm oatmeal chocolate chip cookies the next day. Both of the vampires had ‘helped’ her make them. Of course, they were more of a hindrance than help but she appreciated the company. Spike kept wanting to change the recipe. He suggested ad-ins like M&Ms or some O positive (for that gamey flavor). Angel wanted to follow the directions to the letter, he measured out items precisely and put them into the mixing bowl in the order suggested on the recipe. She had nearly pulled her hair listening to the two vampires bicker. 

She had left the two immortals watching movies. They had selected The 10th Kingdom miniseries, the elder vampire said it was an excellent choice because it was long and they wouldn’t have to speak to each other while she was gone. 

Angel had stubbornly refused to leave her house while the other vampire still resided there which irritated Spike. She allowed Angel to sleep in her parents’ room down the hall while she moved Spike out of her room and into the guest bedroom. The younger vampire had sent a murderous glare Angel’s way after she told him, but she had stood firm knowing that Spike’s continued presence there would only cause more fights.  Thank Goddess her parents were still out of town. 

Willow still didn’t know what to do. She still had feelings for both vampires and was no closer to making a decision between the two of them. Willow decided that this would be the last time she ever made a bet. 

“Xand?” Willow called from the stairway that lead down to his basement apartment. She held out the dish. “I got a plate full of chocolatey goodness just for you.”

There was a muffled moan and then a shriek from Xander’s bed. A tousled Xander poked his head out from under the covers. “Wills! Hi. . .uh, got a situation here. Thanks for the. . .oh!” He was trying hard to focus. “ Um. . .the round-shaped thingies. . .uh, cookies.”

Willow turned her back, lest she be scarred for life by some unspeakable sexual act. She didn’t even want to know what those two did in there. “Glad to see you guys, er, kissed and made up. I’ll just put these on the kitchen table. See you at the meeting tonight!” She raced up the stairs so fast she nearly tripped.               *******

That evening, Willow sat down on Giles sofa, mentally preparing herself to deal with the latest ‘big bad’ who had come to town. The Watcher hadn’t said anything yet but he looked very somber. That wasn’t a good sign. Xander came over and sat down beside her, there was a large hickey on his neck and his face looked. . .goofy. He had obviously came directly from the ex-demon’s bed. Yuck. 

He hugged her with one arm and whispered in her ear. “Everything’s fine now.”

She turned to face him on the couch. “I’m glad. So, we’re good now?”

“Yep.” He smiled his best smeary smile. It was pure Xander. 

“You’ll keep my secret, then?’

“You mean the wild vampire orgy that’s going on at your house?” He said in a moderately loud tone, he never could resist a chance to tease her. Especially about a situation like this, you couldn’t pass up these kinds of opportunities. Not like Giles payed attention to what he said anyway. 

“Xander!” She cried out in a very loud voice.

Giles who was in the kitchen, dropped his tea cup on the floor and shattered it into twenty pieces. He hastily ran to the doorway. “Good heavens, what’s going on out there?” Noting nothing of a hellmouthy nature, he fixed Xander with a glare. “What did you do to her?”     “Nothing! Why does everyone blame me for Wills-“

”It wasn’t his fault!” Willow smiled. “I was worried for him. . .uh. . .there was a rat on the floor. It was gonna nibble on his toes.”

“Willow, I don’t have rats.” He blinked once and crossed his hands over his chest. 

“My mistake.” Her eyes skittered to the floor. 

Giles sighed loudly and went to clean up his floor, all the while shaking his head and muttering about “young people these days”. 

“Good save, Wills. He probably thinks we’re nuts now.”

“Like Buffy and Riley and Anya don’t? “

”Speaking of your situation. . .want some advice?’

“No.” Willow rolled her eyes. 

“Too bad. Gonna get some anyway.” He chuckled. “And I do mean ‘get some’.” She glared. “Hey, you’re the one dating two dead guys. Buffy only dated one at a time. Seriously, what about Bleach boy? Why don’t you date Spike?”

“What?” she said, speaking in a hushed voice. “Did my best friend just tell me to date a demon?” Xander didn’t know the details of the stupid bet she’d made with Spike.  And he never would --- she’d take it to her grave! Finding out would probably give Xander a heart attack. But he did know that she had feelings for both vampires. 

“Yeah, he’s much funnier than Deadboy and non-bitey. Good qualities in a vampire, I think.”

“Uh, ‘kay.” Maybe all the sex he was having had damaged his brain. She expected Xander to demand that she stop seeing both vampires. Or make sarcastic comments and tease her about them mercilessly. Not plead one vampire’s case. She grinned at him suddenly. “Maybe I should take your advice, you do know a lot about that subject.”

“I haven’t dated that many demons.”

“I would think one is enough for anyone, but you’ve-”

“Be quiet.”

Buffy and Riley came in holding hands and giving each other lingering looks. Willow’s breath caught. The soldier must be more important to Buffy than she had thought. She hadn’t seen her this caught up in anyone since Angel. Besides, Riley wouldn’t have been invited into the ‘inner sanctum’ if he wasn’t special. It gave her hope, if she were over Angel. . .but what about Spike? Damn. 

Giles sat down in his chair and regarded his youthful charges carefully. “We have a ghost problem.”

Willow was relieved. Ghosts weren’t that big of a deal. Say some words, light some candles, and suck it into another dimension. No big whoop. Then she could go home to the set of ‘ My Two Vampires’. Similar to ‘My Two Dads’, only with blood.  

“Where is it. . . the ghost, I mean?” Buffy asked, trying to control her shudder of revulsion. She remembered all too vividly the night a spirit possessed her in the high school. She had actually kissed Angelus that night. 

“My old school chum, Nigel, called me yesterday.  It seems the spirit is living in his home. Normally, we don’t do this sort of thing, a house call as it were, but the specter is becoming more dangerous. It could quickly get out of control and cause more damage.”

Willow spoke up. “So, you and I can head over and do the banishing spell. No big, right?”

“Unfortunately-“

”I hate it when you say that, G-Man.” 

“I know, Xander, and don’t call me that again. Ever. But I digress, Nigel is a wizard. Quite a powerful one I might add.  He has tried several spells on the ghost but it has a tight hold on this reality as well as his home. He’s invited us to stay overnight at his estate tomorrow. The spirit should make an appearance during the wee hours of the morning.”

Willow winced, she’d have to leave Angel and Spike alone. “Why don’t I call my friend, Tara? Remember her? She helped us with The Gentlemen.” Everyone nodded. “She’s a witch too. Much more powerful than me. ”

“Excellent idea, Willow. This might be a difficult task.”

“Can I take Anya too?”

“Shouldn’t you stay to watch Spike?” Giles said.

“Spike?” Yikes, they all thought Spike was still living with him. He really did want to go to the mansion. “He’s like a house plant. A blood drinking one. I’ll just give him a couple of blood bags and tie him to a chair -- he’ll be fine. It’s only for one night anyway.”

Giles nodded, Spike should be alright for one night. He needed them to get blood so he’d stay for the meal ticket at least. “Fine.”

“So, can I take Anya?”

“Oh. Does she have some, uh, experience with ghosts?”

“Yeah. I mean she’s been around for a millennium or two. I’m sure she’s contacted a few, um, dozen, yeah dozen or so . . .” Everyone gave him a pointed look. “No, just thought that she and I might. . .fight the ghost together. Yeah. Fight the ghost.” They continued to stare. “Oh, come on!”

Giles grimaced, he’d read between the young man’s dirty little lines. “No. This isn’t a vacation Xander, we’re there to get rid of this presence. It doesn’t matter that we will be staying at a fantastic mansion.” He looked down at the schematic of the structure in his hands whist fulness seeping into his speech. “We shouldn’t be thinking that it has four fireplaces, an Olympic size swimming pool, an incredible wine cellar, and a library that rivals any private collection in the world.” He shook his head, sobering himself. “We’re only going there to fight evil, not have a holiday.”

“But Buffy gets to bring her boyfriend!” His face twisted. “Not that I want a boyfriend cuz I have a girlfriend. And we have sex. Often.” He looked at Riley and spread his hands. “I’m heterosexual.”

Riley, the psychology major, rolled his eyes. Ignorance about homosexuals was rampant. “I don’t care either way because gay men-“ 

He was interrupted by the pointed clearing of Buffy’s throat. “Back on topic guys. We need to make a plan, Giles.” The Watcher began talking about his ideas on the matter. Buffy smirked at Xander and squeezed her boyfriend’s hand. There might be a little ‘holiday’ for them. Luckily, Riley was a card-carrying member of Team Scooby. Riley bent over and kissed Buffy’s lips softly. Xander turned away from the couple ,crossed his arms and let out a long-suffering sigh.               ******

“I’m not watching anymore of this!” Spike declared, folding his arms.

“And why not?”

“It’s about a reddish-haired girl and a werewolf. I mean, at first it was fun, I thought she was going to beat him or something. I thought a dashing blond vampire would eventually appear. But the silly chit actually likes the flea-bitten mongrel!”

“They don’t have vampires in fairy tales, Spike.” Angel said dryly, eyes still focused on the screen. Truthfully, he was enjoying the movie. The hero was dark- haired and dark-eyed, had pale skin, and wore black clothing. 

“Hey! Are you daydreaming about shagging the stupid wolf?” There was no response from his sire. “Uh, peaches?” Nothing. “ Are you listening to me, poof?”

“Stop that.”

“Stop what?”

“Calling me ‘peaches’ and ‘poof’. My name is Angel.” He took on a teacherish tone and began to spell it. “ A-N-G-E-L. Now, say it with me. A-”

“Poof.” Spike made an exaggerated “f” sound and crossed his arms. His look said “what’re you gonna do about that?”. 

“What did you say?” Angel said, black eyes shimmered with a touch of yellow.

“Poof. Poof. Poof!”

Angel stood to his full height, looming over the other vampire who was still reclining on the couch his face rippled into it’s demonic state. “What was that again, William?”

Spike vaulted over the back of the couch and faced Angel from behind it. “Poof! Poof! Poof! Poof!”

Angel reached over and grabbed Spike by the lapels of his duster and lifted him until the other vampire’s feet were dangling off the floor. “Care to repeat that?”

“Peaches!”

“Say it.”

“Peaches!”

“Say my name.” He smile was a mixture of equal parts menace and bemusement. The other vampire looked mutinous. “Want me to slap some sense into you?”

“Are you trying to intimidate me or ask me out, Angel?”

Angel growled dangerously but his human features reappeared and the skin around his eyes crinkled with subdued mirth. Spike burst out laughing at his sire’s expression. The dark-haired vampire loosened his hold on his grandchilde letting his feet touch the ground before releasing his lapels. They smiled at each other warily.               *******

Willow entered her house slowly. The movie was still playing but the two vamps were nowhere in sight. “Spike? Angel!” There was no answer. She heard a muffled thud from the second floor. This was followed by a crash and another thud. As she approached her bedroom door, low growling could be heard. Oh no. They’re going to kill each other. And my room is going to be all dusty!

She through open the door as sire and childe looked up at her in horror. She covered her mouth to stop the gasp of surprise. “Oh my Goddess!” Of all the things she had expected to see, this was not one of them.

“Oh, hello luv.”

The two vampires were on the floor helplessly entangled with each other. They were both breathing hard and looking self-conscious. 

“What are you doing?” 

“Playing Twister.” Angel said, looking at a point on the wall over her left shoulder.

She stared at the entwined vampiric arms and legs on the bright spotted mat and started to laugh. She wrapped her arms around herself, nearly choking on her giggles. They quickly drew apart, if they could’ve blushed they would have.

“I thought you guys. . .” another gush of laughter. “we’re trying to kill each other. But you’re playing Twister.” Both vampires stared at their feet. “Are you trying to tell me something? You two need to be alone?” She started to giggle again. Tears were streaming down her face. 

“Bloody hell, now she thinks we’re a couple of poofters.” Spike rolled his eyes.

“We were bored, darling. Spike refused to watch the movie. And he cheats at Memory! Then, he took all the Monopoly money.”

“We could have played Trivial Pursuit if you didn’t have to show off, answering all the questions in a row, you. . .you. . . show off! ” Willow noted that their wasn’t that familiar ‘bite’ in Spike’s remarks. He seemed to be teasing the other vampire, not trying to wound him.

“Well, that Operation game would have lasted longer if you didn’t rip out all the man’s internal organs!” He chuckled.

Spike smiled. “I miss disembowelment. I was so good at it.”

She sighed as the hilarity subsided, leaving that sense of contentment that follows a good laugh. She held out her arms.

Spike and Angel both embraced her, enfolding the red head in a two-sided hug. Willow sighed as she buried her head in Angel’s chest and felt Spike’s fingers comb through her hair. This felt right somehow.



Rebound Ch. 16



Willow cradled the phone between her neck and shoulder as she awkwardly lifted a cup of steaming hot tea to her mouth. A maid had brought it to her room at her request. She was listening to Tara as she made some notes on what the other witch was saying. “Thanks so much, Tara. I had no idea you knew so much about banishing ghosts. When you get back we’re gonna have to have trade secrets. I know a little bit about doing glamours.”

She listened for a minute. “Have fun at the Wiccan retreat. No, don’t worry about not being here, we can handle it. Say ‘merry meeting’ to Janice for me, alright? Bye.” She hung up with the other witch and then put the phone back on its receiver. Willow stood, cup of tea in hand and began to pace, thinking over the information the other witch had given her. While walking, her shoelaces began to come undone, Willow tripped, causing the hot tea to drench the front of her shirt. “Great. Just great.” She muttered.    

           *******

“So, ducks, you got any plans for tonight?” 

The maid clutched her car keys tighter, huddling in the rear entrance to the Wentworth mansion. She’s seen and heard some weird things in this house lately, noises from rooms that weren’t occupied, shadowy shapes and the like. Sometimes she wondered if it was worth the amount of money she earned to work here. She focused carefully on the young man was leaning indolently against her car, smoking a cigarette but said nothing. She didn’t want to encourage him.   

“Cat got your tongue? Don’t be shy. Maybe you and me could have some fun tonight. What do you say?”Spike gave her his best come-hither look. It always melted even the frostiest of ice queens. He used it mercilessly too, even if his intention was to eat the young lady in question.

She didn’t trust him. Something about him was. . .off. She looked at him nervously, willing him away from her new car. She hadn’t even had it a month. “Let me think. Not a chance in hell?”

Another man stepped into the meager glow provided by the security light. “I’ve been there, didn’t care for it much at all.” He looked to Spike, giving him a jaunty grin.  “Room service was terrible.” 

“Go away or I-I-I’ll-“

”You’ll do what, ducks? The house has already gone to bed. Would you want to wake your boss from a sound sleep to find you having a fight with your two boyfriends on his property.”

What the hell was going on? And get away from my car! “You’re not my boyfriends. And maybe I don’t care about this job that much.” 

Spike raised an eyebrow. She was bluffing, had to admire that. But he was more determined. “That’s right, we’re not.” He looked at her car speculatively, and then raised his fist, preparing to shatter her car window. 

“No!” Her keys clattered to the ground and she turned around and shouted into the house. “Somebody, help!”

Angel and Spike walked over to her, getting in her personal space. She pressed herself against the wall. Spike grinned evilly as he winked at her. “Thanks for the invite, sweets.”

Angel held out her car keys and dropped them into her limp hand. “Drive safe.” 

She’d been living in Sunnydale for two years now. Two pale men, dressed in black coats, and needing an invitation. She didn’t know what they were exactly, but they weren’t human. She looked them over for a split second before she raced to her car, gunned the engine, threw it into drive and high-tailed it out of the driveway.

“Think she’ll call the cops?”

“A better question might be, think she’ll give two weeks notice before she quits?” Angel replied, grinning. Laughing, they both trotted up the stairs.           

    *******

“Did you hear that?” Buffy perked her head to the side as she tied on her bathrobe. 

“Hear what?” Riley wrapped his arms around her waist. “I didn’t hear anything.”

Buffy frowned and pulled away from her boyfriend. “I thought I heard someone call for help.”

“Maybe it was the ghost.” He laughed.

“This isn’t funny.” She scowled at him. She walked to window and looked down, she didn’t see anyone.  “I’m going to go talk to Giles. Maybe he can explain exactly what this ghost can or can’t do. You go do a perimeter check and make sure everything’s okay.”

“But, that is, I thought we were going to sleep . . .”

He was thinking about sex. . now? “Get dressed and go.” She stalked out of the room. She really liked being with Riley. She might even love him a little. But he still didn’t understand her as well as she would have liked. For one, he could fight demons, but he had trouble accepting the existence of ghosts. And he had a lot of trouble understanding the duties of the slayer.

She turned a corner. It was times like this that she really wished that Angel were still around. He always understood her sacred duty and that he had to come second to that. Even when she had sent him to Hell. Riley seemed to have a problem being sent outside. If only she could still talk to Angel the way they used to. Now all they did was fight. If only Angel were close enough, geographically speaking, to talk to. She looked up as she almost bumped into someone. “Oh, sorry Angel.”             

  *******

“Damn it, Spike!” Willow cried, tossing the frothy piece of silk he’d packed her to the floor. She opened up the bag, she needed something loose to wear, something she could move in.  She’d asked Spike to pack for her, because she was pressed for time. 

Willow had assumed that he would pack her some baggy jeans, or leggings, or her overalls - she’d kill for her overalls at this point. He packed her leopard panty and bra set? Well, actually just her bra. She shook her head. Men! They didn’t know about the importance of matched sets. Or the distinction between comfy, everyday panties and ‘boyfriend’ panties. She resumed her search. She had a tight pair of jeans she’d outgrown, left over from her freshman year of highschool. There was a backless sweater that Buffy had left at her house. Leather pants? Why on earth would she wear leather pants in front of her friends. Goddess. She groaned as she sat down on the bed and put her head in her hands. “My fault, I asked him to pack.” Now what was she going to wear? She looked down at her ensemble. Guess this was all she had. 

“Getting ready to do another strip tease, pet?”

“Spike?” The vampire grinned as he peeked around the corner of her door. He stepped into her bedroom, taking in the strewn clothes. “What are you doing here? I specifically told you and Angel that I can handle myself. Besides, what if Buffy sees you two? And why did you pack this stuff!”

“Which question do you want me to answer first?” 

“Argh!!!!”

“What was that, pet?” He grinned at her. “Love it when you get all nonverbal and angry.” She glowered at him. “But it’s too late for worrying about Buffy.”

“What do you mean?”

“Angel and Buffy are having a nice little chat right now.”

“Oh, no! I told you not to come!”

“Don’t worry, pet. I snuck by them and the two are having a grand old time. Angel will get out of it. Don’t worry. Now, give us a kiss.”

Willow picked up the nearest piece of clothing and threw it at him.       

        *******

“Angel! Is it. . .really you?” Buffy backed up a little, disconcerted. It was like her wish was. . .just granted.

Willow was going to kill him. . .or Buffy would. “Uh. . .no. No, I’m. . .I’m a figment of your imagination.” Great, why don’t you tell her you’re ‘Puff, the magic dragon.’ Might be more believable. Though, Spike would probably call him ‘Poof, the magic dragon.’ He almost laughed at that but caught himself. 

“A figment?”

Angel sighed. “A figment is something that your mind generates because you–“

”I know what a figment is, Angel.” She reached out and touched his arm for emphasis. “You’re solid, real.”

“No, you just have a vivid imagination. Maybe you needed to see me right now and so you did.”

“No, I really don’t have that great of an imagination. Why are you here?”

She was right, she didn’t. Angel thought a minute. “Well, I just happened to be here because I–“

She put her hands on her hips. “I know why you’re here. Riley. You’re angry because I’m dating him, jealous of our relationship. You’re stalking us.”

“Stalking? That’s a harsh word.” Obviously the diversion tactic wasn’t working that well. “I’m here. . .helping you. Like I did. . . when the Native Americans ghosts attacked. My friend had another vision.”

She could accept this, Angel was not Angelus. He would never try to cause her pain on purpose. “A vision? Is it the ghost?”

“Yep, Bingo. So, uh, watch out for the ghost, okay? He’s bad, real bad.”

“But, what are you–“

”Buffy! Where are you?” Riley called in the distance.

“Angel, quick -- hide! I don’t want Riley to know you’re here. He’s jealous and kind of sensitive right now.” And he works for a secret military operation that kidnaps vampires and defangs them. She shoved him into nearest room.

Angel fumbled in the darkness, he could here some muffled noises. Then a light snapped on. A hostile voice called out. “Hello, deadboy.”              

 *******

Buffy sighed in relief. “Riley, what are you doing?”

“Were you just talking to someone?” He stopped in front of her, a puzzled expression on his face.

“N-no. I was talking to um, myself. So I wouldn’t get freaked out.” She offered him a Trident-bright smile. “Anything outside?”

“Not a thing.” He cupped her face. “Are you ready to get some sleep now?”

“No, I still have to talk to Giles-“

”What have you been doing all this time?” He asked, slightly suspicious.

“Um, I thought I heard him talking to someone.” She shrugged, eyes wide with innocence. “I was going to wait until he didn’t seem busy.”

“Buffy, I’m sure he wouldn’t have minded you coming to talk to him. Sacred duty, remember?”

“Oh, yeah.” She smiled weakly. “Forgot.”

He gave her a strange look. He couldn’t shake the feeling that she was hiding something. “I’ll walk with you. Wouldn’t want you to get freaked out again.”

“Safety in numbers.” She agreed. Please, don’t let Angel show up. She stopped in front of Giles’ door.

“Sounds all quiet to me.” Riley announced. “Maybe he went to sleep.”

“I doubt it. He’s a real night owl for an ex-librarian.” She knocked on the door twice and walked right in. “Giles I wanted to ask . . .you . . .Mom!?”        

       *******

Anya hastily covered herself. “Xander, I told you I might be interested in threesomes sometime in the future.  But, I’d appreciate some warning. Not that I think he isn’t attractive, I’m just more interested in us right now.” She frowned. “ I always thought you’d want another woman though, are you trying to tell me something? “

”Anya. Please stop talking. Please?” Xander’s voice held a note of desperation.

Angel stood at the foot of the bed staring at the wall. “Sorry for interrupting. I really, really, really didn’t want to see that. And no, I have no intention of joining you. I think I might need a shower right now, too.”  He just felt. . .dirty.

“I could be talked into a shower.” Anya said brightly.

“Anya!” The ex demon shrugged. Xander turned to Angel. “Why the hell are you still here?” Xander shouted.

“Lower your voice, please.” Angel said in his most soothing manner, talking to the framed representation of fruit attached to the wall. “Buffy pushed me in here, she didn’t want Riley to see me. She’s probably right outside.”

“So, the Buffster know’s you’re here?” He looked at the vampire carefully. “I don’t see any bruises. You mean she didn’t kick your undead butt?” He sounded disappointed.

“Actually, I think she believes I’m not real.”

“Lost me there, deadboy.” He looked over at Anya. “Stop watching him.”

Angel cocked his head to one side. “I don’t think I hear her outside anymore.” He rested his eyes very carefully on the floor, planning on turning and walking out the door. His eyes settled on a small pair of feminine underwear on the floor. Leopard print underwear. Angel raised his fathomless eyes to meet Xander’s confused ones. “What are you doing with Willow’s underwear?”           

    ********

“Not so fast, luv.”

“Move, Spike. We have to save Angel.”

“We both know the poof is smart. He’ll get out of this on his own. In the meantime, we don’t want the Slayer to know I’m here, right?”

“Well, yes.”

“She’s kind of a stake first, ask questions later kind of girl. Don’t fancy getting wood shoved through my duster.”

“Then, I’ll go myself.”

“I’m not letting you out of my site with a ghost on the loose, pet.” Spike smiled at her. “Not that I don’t think you could handle it. But, from now on we’ll face these things together.”

Willow melted at his words. “Together. I like the sound of that.” She beamed up at him.

“Thought you might, pet.” His arms snaked around her and he pulled her close. She put her head on his shoulder, inhaling the familiar scent of tobacco and leather. She kissed his jaw and he growled softly. Spike cleared his throat before he spoke. “Wanna know what the word ‘together’ gets me thinking about?”

She smacked his chest playfully. “Hmm. . . let me guess. What you’re always thinking about?” There was smug smile on her lips.

Spike smirked. “Actually, no I’m not thinking about that.”

Willow’s mouth dropped open. “What?!”

Spike’s eyes held a pleased gleam at her reaction. “I’m thinking about Angel.”

He and Angel . . .? Playing board games, my tushy! “You mean your guys are. . .?”

Spike threw back his head and laughed. “That was worth it just to see you squirm, pet. No, Angel and I are not. . . .” He smiled again.

“Then, what?”

“We’ve got a proposition for you.”

“Does it involve one night, a million dollars, being in Las Vegas, and a wrinkly geezer that used to be cute.”

“What are you going on about, pet?”

“Nothing. Continue propositioning me, please.”

“You know how both Angel and I feel about you, right?”

“Of course.”

“And you are having rough time choosing.” He gave her a smug look. “Though, you should pick me, I’m much more handsome.”

“Spike.” Her voice was filled with warning.

“Alright. Back to the plan. We made the decision for you, pet.” He beamed, waiting for her effusive thanks, a big hug, maybe a few kisses. . .and then. . .

“You decided for me?”

He frowned. “Yes, pet. We know what we’re doing. After all, we’ve both been in love with the same woman before. Best to leave this to the experts, pet.”

“I see.” 

She wasn’t hugging, kissing, thanking, or most regrettably, shagging him. “What’s wrong?”

They were treating her like a child. An empty-headed, dependent, weak child. “Nothing, I’ve just come to a decision already.”

“You have?” Spike said and then he grinned. Willow had chosen him. She must’ve decided that he was the better vamp. And who could blame her?  She didn’t want to upset him by refusing Angel. “Tell me, pet. We’ll go along with whatever you’ve decided.”

“I’ve decided to choose neither. ” She patted his arm. “With all the pretending Xander and I’ve been doing, we realized that we still have feelings for each other. I think I’m in love with him.”

“You’re in love with Xander?” 

Willow nodded dreamily. “What’s not to love? He’s handsome, sexy, smart, and he–“

“Come on, we’re going to see Angel. Now!” She was obviously under some spell. Or he’d stumbled into the ‘World without Shrimp’.                

*******

“Deadboy, just hold on a second.” Xander hadn’t been this nervous around the vampire since Angel had lost his soul. The vampire stood at the foot of the bed, neatly blocking the exit. His eyes were filled with building rage.

“Why is her underwear here?” Anya said, shrilly. “You said it was all an act!”

“She must’ve dropped it when she was in here earlier.” 

“She just happened to stop by and take her panties off?” Angel snarled, his voice laced heavily with sarcasm. He had to share with Spike to get Willow. Sharing with Xander was out of the question.

“No! I-I-I. . .”

Anya was fed up. She slapped Xander, tucked the sheet around her body, grabbed up her clothes and stalked to the door with a regal air. “I’m leaving, Xander. Don’t call me until you have. . .roses, chocolates, and. . .and jewelry! And a big apology. Groveling will be part of it!” She slammed the door shut.

Xander put his head in his hands. A low growl issued form Angel’s throat, warranting his full attention. “I’m not sleeping with Willow.”

“You seemed awfully friendly at the drive-in. You kissed her while we were hiding in Willow’s room.” 

“I only did that for Willow’s sake.”

“I know that you two had feelings for each other. Maybe all this has those emotions running high.” Angel lowered his voice. “But she’s mine. Make no mistake.”

Xander felt his temper flare. “She’s not a thing! She doesn’t belong to you, she can make her own decisions.”

“Maybe you’re influencing those decisions, swaying her with your kisses and touches.” Angel was getting angrier by the second, he was trying to take away the only woman Angel loved. 

“We were acting!”

Angel vamped out. “I’m not.”            

  *********

“ARGH!!!!!!!! I think I’m scarred for life.” Buffy screeched. Riley ran into her as she came to a standstill. “Riley, quick. Search the room for chocolate. They must have band candy in here.”

Riley saw more of Giles than he ever wanted to. “What are you talking about? Let’s leave them in peace, Buffy.”

“No, this is sick. It’s wrong. And it’s happened before. On a police car.”

Giles pulled the covers around himself and Joyce, carefully shielding their exposed skin. “We need to speak with you Buffy. Kindly give us a moment to get dressed.” Buffy and Riley walked into the sitting room while their elders got dressed.

When they were finished, Giles knelt before the settee than Buffy was sitting on. “Don’t say anything, okay Giles? It just happened. Let’s all forget about it.”

“I can’t forget about it. Buffy, I’m in love with your mother.”

“Oh god! You’re two are under a spell or something.”

“No, we are in love. Have been for over a year.”

“No band candy?”          

 “No band candy.”  

Buffy looked at both of them, she recognized that sparkling in their eyes , the happiness that only love gives. “Really?”

“Really.” Joyce said, holding up her ring. “Buffy, I love Rupert very much. He asked me to marry him and I accepted.”

“Marriage?” Buffy stood up. “You want to be Mrs. Watcher?”

“No, I want to be Mrs. Giles. Rupert will still be your Watcher but I’m marrying the man.”

Giles stood and took Buffy into his arms. “I’m more than just your Watcher, Buffy, and you are more than my Slayer.” He colored briefly. “I think of you as a daughter.”

Buffy felt tears stream down her face. “You guys are serious?” They nodded. Then she was free to hug Giles and she threw herself into his arms. “I love you too, I feel like you are my father. You’ve always been there for me.”

He held her tightly and they held out their arms to her mother. They embraced, a family unit. Riley grinned, he was pleased for them all. Joyce and Giles needed someone, it was good they found each other. Buffy and Rupert loved each other too, he was glad they realized it. Riley leaned over and hugged Buffy too, becoming part of the unit. This felt right too. This was a definitely a family he wanted to join.            

   *******

Willow tried to pull away from Spike’s hold on her wrist, but he wouldn’t budge. He dragged her down the hall to where he had last seen his sire. “Angel?” He called, his voice subdued to avoid the Slayer.

“In here.” Angel answered.

Spike pulled the witch with him into the room. Angel was holding a pair of underwear aloft. Willow’s underwear. Spike looked at Willow in askance, hoping for a credible explanation. “I told you, I’m in love with Xander.” She said smoothly.

Xander’s jaw dropped. Willow smiled smugly.  And that’s when all hell broke loose.



Rebound Gangbang



For at least a week Roxanne had been trying to persuade me to go out, have fun, and meet some new people so that I could get over Sam, who up and left me two weeks ago. I just didn't feel up to it. I mean, I loved Sam. I really loved Sam. I know that we had only known each other for two months and I really didn't know all that much about him, but our time together had been a whirlwind of sensuality and a sexual awakening for me. He taught me practically everything I knew about sex. While I am 20 years old, I was, prior to meeting Sam, very inexperienced; I had only had awkward sex with two boys before him. You could say that he formed me sexually. He both frightened and excited me. He dominated me and I would do anything for him. I started shaving my pussy completely when I was with him. I wore what he wanted me to wear; I even stopped wearing panties altogether after the night he told me not to. I thought I'd be kicked out of my apartment for sure the night Sam pulled all the panties out of my underwear drawer and, one by one, set them ablaze and tossed them off the balcony at the front of my building. He fucked me in front of other people. He made me expose myself to strangers. He taught me to have squirting orgasms (the most intense feeling I have ever experienced). He once took me to a strip club on amateur night and made me dance naked in front of strangers. (I have very large tits for a girl my size, and the crowd loved me. They cheered me on to do an encore and showered me with cash. I made $150 in about ten minutes of dancing.) Things got a bit more extreme with Sam, too. Once Sam blindfolded me and double teamed me with a friend of his; I still don't know the identity of that "friend." He even once sent me out with instructions to seduce a stranger, who I brought home and fuck while Sam watched us from a closet. I was fine with feeling vulnerable as long as it was Sam was in control. No matter what I was doing, I was always doing it for Sam. If he was there, I always felt safe.

But two weeks ago, Sam abruptly told me he was moving away the next day. I was stunned. He wouldn't even explain to me where he was going or why; all he said was that he had to go and I couldn't come along. I don't really want to get too much into how I reacted, I will just say that I have been a depressed recluse ever since, to the point that my friends are worried about me. 

Roxanne had become my most supportive friend after Sam left me, and she had been hounding me for weeks about this party she wanted us to go to. I finally agreed. But my willingness to go wasn't quite enough for Rox. 

"Wear that little black strapless dress that Sam bought you," she urged me. 

"It'll just make me think about him," I said. "Besides, it's way too revealing."

"That's the point. You need to get over him. Wearing something he bought you to attract other men is the perfect way."

"I don't know, Rox. That dress is a bit much, and I'm not feeling particularly sexy."

"I bet the men at this party will change your mind," she said. "It'll be good for you. Come on, do it for me."

"I guess so," I answered. "But you have to promise not to try to set me up with anyone. Maybe I could use a little confidence boost, but I'm certainly not ready to entertain the idea of being with anyone else." 

"Great. See you there. Don't change your mind about the black dress. I'll be disappointed."

"You didn't promise not to play matchmaker."

"Okay. I promise."

"Rox. I'm serious."

"Okay Annabelle. I promise."

I didn't really feel like going, but Rox had talked me into it. I moped around my apartment for quite a while, but as soon as I started to get ready I felt better. In the shower, as I shaved the stubble I had cast a shadow over my pussy, I remembered that I didn't even have any panties to wear, and that if I wore that little dress, I'd be dangerously vulnerable to inadvertent overexposure. After I got out of the shower, I called Roxanne to see if she could bring me a pair of panties. At first I told her I couldn't wear the dress, but she talked me into it again, promising to bring me a pair of her panties. Reluctantly, I agreed. As I put glittery lotion oil on my body, I began to feel sexy. My skin looked shiny. After I put on the little dress, under which I had no undergarments, I stood in front of the full length mirror and thought that I really did look pretty fucking fantastic. I lifted my hemline to expose my bare pussy and thought to myself that if Sam leaves me then that's his loss. If he didn't want this then, well, somebody else might just get it. 

I had to meet Roxanne at the party rather than go with her because she had to meet her boyfriend's parents for dinner first. I told her I wouldn't arrive until 11pm, which would give her plenty of time to get there before me. There was no way I wanted to be there without anyone to talk to. It made me nervous to go alone.

I took a cab to the address in the suburbs. Standing before the door for a few minutes to gather myself, I finally took a deep breath and rang the buzzer. A very tall handsome man answered the door.

"Well, hello," he said, looking me over from head to toe, the smile on his face indicating that he liked what he saw. 

"Hi. I'm supposed to be meeting Roxanne and her boyfriend Eddie."

"Oh right. You must be Annabelle. Hi, I'm James. Nice to meet you." 

He stuck out his hand and we shook. He was a big man, well over six feet tall and probably over 200 pounds. His hands and fingers were large and his dark eyes looked directly into mine as he gripped my hand firmly and held it just long enough to make me feel like it was a bit more than a greeting. 

"Come on in and let me get you a drink."

"Great. Sounds good."

"I have a bit of bad news, though. Roxanne called just about ten minutes ago to say that she's going to be late." My heart leaped into my throat. "Something's up with Eddie's parents or something."

"Oh." I was pissed and I wanted to kill Roxanne. 

"You drink gin and tonic, right? Bombay Sapphire?"

"Yeah, how'd you know that?" This, I thought, was a bit creepy.

"I have my ways," he said. 

I nervously surveyed my surroundings. James's house was really nice. There were ten or twelve very handsome and well dressed men and only two very gorgeous women. James handed me the drink he had just mixed and introduced me to two men. 

"Annabelle, these are my friends Umberto and Gray."

Umberto was also a big man. He had dark, wavy hair, a mustache and beard, and was dressed very sophisticatedly in a three-piece black suit with white pinstripes. Gray was as tall as Umberto and James, but much skinnier. He had sharp, high cheek-bones and piercing eyes. His crew cut hair blended in perfectly with his five-o'clock shadow. He had full lips and glistening white teeth. He, too, looked good. He wore jeans with a crisp white button-up shirt with a huge collar and cufflinks and a black suit vest.  

"Hi," I said, shaking Umberto's hand, then Gray's. 

Gray said, "Nice to see you again."

I didn't remember meeting him before. 

"Have we met?" I asked.

"Yeah. I met you when you were with Sam."

I searched my memory but couldn't recall. Not wanting to offend him, I said. "Oh. Yes." 

Gray asked me a few random questions about Sam, but I was distractedly looking at the entranceway, anticipating the arrival of Roxanne. Gray, James, and Umberto gave me a couple of shots of something strong. I drank nervously and surely wasn't a very good conversationalist as my mind alternated between longing for Roxanne's arrival and silently cursing her absence. 

Gray had sort of become my companion. An hour or so must have passed, though I didn't know for sure. Gray seemed nice and he had certainly taken an interest in me. I was glad he stayed next to me, because I didn't know anyone else there. I started to wonder if I would agree to go out with him if he asked me out. Before I decided, he asked me if I wanted to do a line of coke instead. 

"No, thanks. I had better not. I'm already feeling a bit drunk and Roxanne isn't here yet. When she gets here, she'll be upset if I'm way more intoxicated than her."

"No she won't. From what James says, she's really cool." 

"Yeah, I'm starting to wonder, though, if she's even going to show up. I should call her. I think James took my purse. Did you see where he went?"

"Hey, don't worry about it. She'll be here. C'mon. Let's just enjoy ourselves. Just do one line with me."

When I'm not drinking I know better than that. There's no doing "one line" of coke. But whenever I've had a few drinks, I feel like I can just do one line and stop. 

"I don't think so," I said. 

"Oh, come on. It'll sober you up a bit. We can't do too much. I don't have very much."

He grabbed my hand and pulled me into a little hallway area between the main room with the bar where everyone was hanging out, the bathroom and the kitchen. We were screened from the view of others, but close enough to be able to hear them easily. 

Gray pulled out a huge bag of coke. At least an eight-ball.

"I thought you said you didn't have much." 

"I have to sell this. We can only do a bump or two each." 

"I don't know about this. I need to make sure that Roxanne is coming for sure before I do this." I knew that if I started doing coke that I would need someone to keep me out of trouble. 

"Hey. She said she'd be here. Relax. She'll be here. Here you go."

He directed a tiny coke spoon toward my face. I knew as I looked at it that I should be firm in my refusal, but I snorted it anyway. "Oh yeah," I thought. It tasted bitter and felt good. A wave of excitement coursed through my body. He did a bump in each nostril. 

"Another," he asked?

"Not yet," I said. Should we rejoin the others?"

"Come here," he said, as he pulled me over to him and started kissing me. I had thought of kissing him earlier, but the anxiety brought on by the initial coke rush made me feel a little uncomfortable. 

"Let's go back in there," I suggested.

"In a minute," he said. 

He pulled me to him and started kissing me again. This time more intensely. I struggled to break free of his grip and repeated my plea to go back into the main room.

"I just met you. Let's take things slow," I urged. "Let's go back in there with the others." 

He suddenly grabbed and pulled the hair on the back of my neck. It was all I could do to keep from screaming. 

"Now you listen to me, Annabelle," he said as I struggled and whimpered. "We're not taking anything slow. We're not going back in there with the others. I know you better than you think. I might even know you better than you know yourself. I know exactly who and what you are. I'm a friend of Sam's and I've fucked you before and Sam has told me everything about you. I know that you're not wearing a bra. Hell, anyone can see that. And I know you're probably not wearing panties either, not unless you've gone and gotten some in the two weeks since Sam left. 

I couldn't believe it; Gray was the mystery man. I thought back to the night he and Sam double-teamed me. It was one of the most pleasurable experiences of my life. But I had felt safe because Sam was there. I didn't feel safe now. I was absolutely overcome with indescribable emotions. My head was swimming with the alcohol, the cocaine, and the shock of realization that ran over me. I thought I might just faint. As scared as I was, though, and as much as I just wanted to get out of there, the thought of Gray fucking me reminded me of Sam and our previous experience and made me tremble with desire. I felt my stomach tie itself in knots and my loins begin to pulsate. 

He pulled my hair even tighter, jerking my head back a little, adding searing pain to the sensations driving me crazy. He put his lips right up to my ear and whispered to me in a sadistically husky voice, "I tell you what, I'll make a deal with you. If your pussy isn't dripping wet right now, I'll not only take you back out to the other room, I'll call a cab for you and see that you get into it alone and safely on your way home." With his free hand he pinched my right nipple as he said, "deal?" 

I didn't know what to do. The fear and excitement running through me added to the involuntary sensitivity of my pussy, and if I wasn't already dripping wet, I certainly was now. In my mind, all I wanted to do was escape, but my body wanted something entirely different: to be satiated. It was as if I had two selves: a mental self and a second, physical self—the self awakened by Sam. 

All I could muster was, "No. Please. Please just let me go."

He said, "You're not going anywhere," as his hand left my nipple and slid down my side. He kept his grip on my hair as his hand made its way under the short hem of my dress. I tried to clamp my legs closed but he wedged one of his legs in between mine, forcing me open. His hand reached my bare pussy. He rubbed his four fingers together over my lips. I felt my wetness making his hand slick. "Oh, little girl," he whispered. He said, "You are bad. You are a dirty, dirty little doll." His fingers slid easily into my wet and dilating opening. 

He lifted his fingers, showing me my wetness, right up in front of my eyes. "What's this, little girl?" I whimpered. 

"Tell me, doll? What is it?"

I trembled and couldn't say anything. He rubbed his wet fingers all over my mouth. 

"Taste it," he commanded. 

I clamped my lips together and tried to turn away but he tightened his grip on my hair. "No," I said. He pulled harder. 

"Open," he said. "Open."

I knew I had no choice. I was terrified that someone from the other room was going to come around the corner on their way to the bathroom or kitchen, so I did as he commanded. I opened my mouth and slid my tongue across my teeth as he stuck his fingers into my mouth. 

"Taste it," he said. 

I ran my tongue underneath the length of his finger. 

"Oh, yeah. That's a good little girl. Suck it."

I sucked on his fingers until he pulled them out of my mouth. I took the opportunity to beg him to take me somewhere private. 

"Please take me somewhere. I'm scared that someone will see us."

"You better be really quiet, then," he responded. 

His hand went right back to my frightened and excited wetness. He buried at least two fingers between my labia, then drew them out and began circling my clit. I felt week in the knees. I was swooning. I totally lost control of myself? 

He lifted my dress up to my neck, leaving my whole body exposed. All anyone had to do was walk around the corner to see my naked body. 

He increased the pace, plunging his fingers into my sopping wet pussy. I could actually hear the sloppiness. It sounded as if liquid was splashing out of my pussy. I felt an orgasm rushing over me. 

He put his mouth to my ear, "Say fuck me," he said. "Say, 'I want you to fuck me.'"

It was all I could stand. My whole body started shaking. I thought I might fall down. 

Frantically, I begged, "Please, let's go into a room. Don't let them hear me."

"I'm not making any noise. You're the one making the noise. If they hear you, they'll hear you moaning and begging me to fuck you. That's what they'll hear. And if they do, then so be it. And if any of them wants to fuck you, then they will."

My body began to convulse as I started squirting everywhere. My pussy spasmed so hard that it pushed his fingers out. He had to content himself with rubbing my clit as I shot stream after stream onto the floor. 

"Oh yeah, little girl. Let it all out. That's a good girl."

He had to hold me up to keep me from collapsing on the floras I felt waves of heat and chills. I was completely limp.

"He wasn't willing to give me much of a break, though. He finished pulling my dress off, picked me up, and carried me into the kitchen, where he pushed me over the table. I was facing the wall. 

"Put your hands on the other side of that table and stay facing the wall," he commanded. I obliged. 

He spit on his hand and began to explore my asshole, rubbing its rim. He rested a finger on the threshold of both my ass and pussy holes and commanded me to "fuck this hand."

"Please just take me somewhere. I don't want everyone to see us."

"Shut the fuck up, look at the wall, and fuck my hand. Don't you dare look back at me."

I stared at the wall and started to cry as my tender pussy and ass pushed back against his hand. As his fingers filled my asshole, I felt humiliated. I was imagining that the rest of the party was crowding into the entranceway to the kitchen behind me. I felt another orgasm welling up inside me as my hips began to buck into his hand. I felt so ashamed of myself, but I couldn't help what my body was doing. He sensed the tension in my body and began plunging his fingers into my holes. I couldn't help but utter muffled screams as my body gyrated to another squirting orgasm. I thought I heard gasps behind me as stream after stream spurted out of my pussy onto the kitchen floor. 

"Keep coming for daddy. That's a good girl, Annabelle."

As the last few convulsions shook my body, Gray pulled me up, and turned me around. I faced James and Umberto and at least ten other men and two women who had apparently seen what had just transpired. I could have died of humiliation right then and there. Gray pushed a chair in front of me and commanded me to lean over the back and rest my hands on the seat, facing the lustful eyes of the crowd. As soon as I looked down, Gray grabbed my hair and pulled my head up. He placed another bump of cocaine in front of my face and I submissively snorted it into my nostril. I felt weak and humiliated.

"Don't look at the floor, look at them. Make eye contact with each of them while I fuck you."

No sooner did he say that than I felt the pressure of his rock hard cock against my pussy. He slowly slid all the way inside me. An involuntary grunt issued forth from my mouth as I surveyed the eyes of the crowd. Again I began to cry. 

He pulled slowly out, savoring every inch of movement. I heard a wet sucking sound as his cock left my pussy. 

"Oh, yeah. This is the sweet pussy I remember. You were born to be fucked, little girl." His cock easily slipped back into my waiting cunt. 

"Please just don't make me fuck anyone else," I begged. "Please don't make me."

"I'm not making you do anything. You are the one doing it. You do it all. Now, I want you do beg me to fuck you harder." I saw the eyes in front of me urging me on. 

I whimpered, "please don't do this to me." And trying to convince myself this was some sort of dream, I cried, "This isn't happening to me. This isn't really happening."

"Oh but it is," Gray said. "It is happening." His plunges got harder and harder.

"Now, ask me to fuck you harder. Say it! Say it!"

"Please fuck me harder, mister. Please fuck me harder."

He fucked me ever harder and harder. I thought I might collapse. His pace slowed and then he said, "Okay, now beg me to fuck your ass."

"Oh god please no," I begged. 

He reached up and grabbed my hair and jerked my head back. "Say it!"

As tears ran down my cheeks, I said it. "Please fuck my asshole."

He pulled out and I felt the pressure of a finger or a thumb at the rim of my asshole. 

"Open it up," he commanded. I had gotten pretty good as controlling the constriction and loosening of my anus. Opening it takes a strange combination of pushing and relaxing. I concentrated and opened it up for him. 

"Oh, yeah. Look at that just release and open. You all should see this. Annabelle has a special talent." Two or three guys walked around behind me. "Now close it again," he said. I tightened. "Open," he said, and I obeyed. 

He had had enough of showing me off. He spit into my open hole and pushed his cock in, filling me up. I nearly fell over and Umberto and another guy came over to hold me up. He didn't take it easy, but violently plunged into me and I groaned and groaned and groaned. "Oh god. Oh god. Oh god!"




Rebound Gangbang



The one guy held my shoulders while Umberto leaned down and gripped my thighs, pushing me harder into Gray's cock. I felt like a rag doll. I couldn't believe how loud the slapping sound was. The guy holding my shoulders began to also pinch my nipples. I couldn't take this. I started coming a third time. Gray continued to pierce my convulsing asshole as my pussy started squirting again. 

Gray grabbed my hair and pulled my slackening head up again. "Look at them while you come. Come for them." I surveyed the crowd and locked eyes with James. I started to cry again. He released his cock from the confinement of his slacks. It was big and rock hard. He walked over to me, pushing his manhood into my lips. I know that I didn't really know him, but since I had enjoyed talking to him I felt even more humiliated to have his cock pushing against my mouth. 

"Please. No."

Gray jerked on my hair. 

"Annabelle, be a good girl and open your mouth wide," he said. "Open!"

I obeyed, opening my mouth as wide as I could and looking at the people watching me. The massive cock came toward me and went into my mouth. At least now I could hide behind this guy. His cock started fucking my mouth as I gagged. His cock hit the back of my throat and triggered the production of a veritable stream of saliva from my throat, I was drooling everywhere, all over his cock. It was dripping off my chin and his balls in long streams all the way to the floor. He would not take his cock out of my mouth so that I could swallow. 

"Fuck her face," someone from the audience yelled. A universal "Yeahhhh!!" went up from the crowd. "Fuck it! Fuck it like a pussy!" 

Cocks were piercing me from both ends. James started barking commands, too. 

"Suck on that cock, too. Don't just hold your mouth open. Open wide as it goes in and suck on it as it pulls out. Suck as hard as you can."

"Gulp. Slurp. Gulp. Slurp. Gulp. Slurp."

I did my best, but it was hard to stand up. 

"Let's take her in the living room and lay her down," James said. "I need to fuck her ass, too." 

When James pulled away from me, Umberto and Gray put their arms around my back and put their free hands under my knees and lifted me upright. My holes were projected toward the crowd. I was wide open. I noticed that every man in the room had his cock out and they were all rock hard. The girls stared at me in awe. 

As we entered the living room, James laid down on an ottoman in front of the couch, his massive cock standing straight up. Gray and Umberto set me down onto him ass first but didn't release me. Instead, they lifted me up and down, up and down, practically throwing me down onto James's cock. I focused on the two girls who had started sucking off two guys right in front of us. They were the last two to enter the room from the kitchen. I couldn't ignore the feeling of the cock splitting my ass open, though, and Gray and Umberto lifting me up and down. I felt another orgasm coming on. When I started to come this time, Gray and Umberto lifted me up, pointing my pussy upward as I squirted arching streams of cunt juice into the air. The crowd was going wild. They tilted me back, upside down and face to face with James's cock as he pumped ribbons of semen onto my dangling face. 

As they returned me to an upright position, I felt James's come running down my face. I noticed that all the men had removed their pants and were pumping their cocks. They laid me down on my back on top of the ottoman, lifting my knees up and tilting my head back upside down again. I was utterly exhausted. Gray started jerking off right above my face and I saw his cock swell up and his balls contract as he sprayed his load all over my face. I thought there was no way I could come again, but as soon as I say his come spurting out I began to tingle again. I couldn't see what was going on between my legs and I felt an unidentified cock enter my pussy and my helplessness began to stir me again. The man pulled out and stepped around to empty his load on my face as another cock entered my pussy. It was clear to me that now the men were lined up to fuck me and come on my face. I stopped resisting, submitting to them entirely to use me as they would. came again as the man after man emptied his balls on my face. I shuttered through yet another orgasm just before the last unidentified cock pulled out of my pussy and sprayed my face. 

I'm assuming every man there took his turn with me. I was exhausted. Since James, no one had used my ass. I heard Gray say, "last but not least," and felt pressure again on my anus. I let my eyes close until I felt soft hands caressing my face and pushing globs of come into my mouth. I immediately recognized the voice telling me I was a good little slut. My burning eyes flashed open to see Roxanne! My head spun with confusion. 

"Just relax," she said. "You have proven yourself a very good little slut tonight. We're very proud of you."

"We?" I panicked. 

"Yes We. Let's lift your head up here. I cannot describe the shock I felt when I looked up to see Sam pressing his cock into my asshole. I tried to kick him off and struggled to get up, but I was too weak. He gripped and subdued my legs while Roxanne held my arms over my head. 

"Shhhhh. It's okay, Annabelle. It's okay."

Tears started flowing from my eyes again as I cried out loud. "No. This can't be. Why?"

"Haven't you enjoyed yourself, little girl?" Sam asked. 

"I've been gang-raped!" I protested. 

"Hey, sweetie," Roxanne said softly, "It's okay. I want you to take that anger you're feeling and direct it at Sam's cock. Show him how upset you are. Fuck your frustration into him."

I bucked my hips into his cock with my newfound energy. Roxanne pushed me forward and Sam picked me up and sat down, laying back with me on top. 

"I can't believe you did this to me, you bastard!" I screamed. I was in a fury. 

I smashed my torso down onto his cock, which felt bigger than any that had fucked me today. 

"That's a girl," he said. "Let it all out."

I began screaming uncontrollably and thrashing on his cock. I lifted my knees off the ottoman and got onto my feet. I pounded my ass down onto his cock with everything I had. My adrenaline had kicked in and I no longer felt tired. I felt weightless and strong. Again and again and again I slammed onto his pole, forcing it as far inside me as I could get it. I contracted my sphincter as tight as I could, trying to rip his cock off with my ass. 

"Oh god baby," he said, as he rolled his eyes back in his head. I felt in control now, for the first time since I had been with him. When his body started to convulse, so did mine. I felt the waves of pleasure washing over me again. 

"You're making me come!" he screamed. "You're making me come!"

I started coming too, my pussy twitching and fluid beginning to leak. I felt his convulsing inside my ass and streams of come shooting into my ass and I lost it. I leaned back, squirting his torso with my juices. I squirted with such force. I wanted to hurt him for what he had done to me. The crowd cheered as I sprayed him. All at once I gave out and collapsed on top of Sam.



Rebound in Town



Summary: For all their cunning and intelligence, women who are "wild" are actually quite fragile emotionally. So when Natalie's fiancee did not turn out to be all as she thought he was, an ex walks into her life and reminds both her and himself who she was before sobriety.

(Cleanliness is over rated), Natalie concluded as she looked around her bedroom from under her pillow with puffy and hungover eyes. 

It had been more than 3 weeks since she had withdrawn from the world and cocooned herself in her apartment. The bedroom looked like a disaster zone with pieces of tissues strewn across the floor, along with a tub of chocolate ice-cream that had long ago melted into a hot tub of brown liquid which also acted as a makeshift ashtray for several Tobacco and Weed cigarette butts.

It was a small studio apartment and the smell of booze, weed and tobacco was thick enough to cut with a knife. On the stove was kept a kettle containing hot water for the insane amount of coffee she had consumed in the past few days. The kitchen floor was lined with Pizza boxes as they were her only source of sustenance. 

Natalie lay on her bed which no longer looked like a bed, but more like the bottom of a mayonnaise jar and contemplated her predicament. She was dressed in 3 day old black panties and a white sleeveless top that covered her lean torso and soft round breasts. She threw her blanket aside and let the little rays of sunshine illuminate her pale skin and the small Kanji tattoos on both sides of her pelvic bone. Sliding out of the bed she sat on the edge and once again looked at the upturned picture frame on the bedside table and flipped it upright. She saw her own smile; care-free and genuinely happy standing alongside the man who was responsible for it.

Bobby had been everything that she was not. He was kind, gentle, sorted out in life and she met him at a time when her own life was at the peak of decadence. She still remembered vividly how he had brought her back home after a particularly nasty evening of partying, and he didn't even know her at the time. A rare smile spread across her face at the memory as it was to be the beginning of a long and painful journey back towards sobriety. Natalie's mood darkened and she reached for a pack of open cigarettes and slid one between her teeth and lit it. Taking a deep drag she exhaled a plume of smoke and watched the tendrils dance in the dim sunlight that penetrated her apartment. 

(Just like this smoke), she thought, (it was all just like this smoke). 

She stood up and sat down again as her head began to pound mercilessly from the hangover. She stood up slowly and made her way to the kitchen sink and slid her head under a column of cold water, numbing the pain to the best of her abilities. Between the throbbing of her brain and the nauseating smell of the apartment she remembered the day when she discovered his infidelity. After all the effort she put into the relationship, she was still "too unpredictable" for him and he decided to pursue other more "decent" forms of companionship. 

(Bastard never complained when I was indecent in bed). She withdrew her head from the sink and let the throbbing in her head subside as she took deep breathes and opened the fridge for a gallon jug of water. She forced herself to drink it. She staggered back to her bed and lay there looking at the ceiling, feeling the throbbing in her head subside somewhat. She checked her phone and found a flood of voice mails and texts from her girl-friends asking where she was and if she was alright; there was no message from Bobby, not even a missed call. She decides to treat herself to her usual comfort meal of Cheese Pizza

Forty minutes later a loud noise awakened her from her slumber and she realized that her hangover is at a point where loud sounds immediately set her brain on fire. After taking a few seconds to orient herself she recognizes the banging at the door. 

"LEAVE IT AT THE DOOR!!", regretting this action immediately as her head throbbed in protest. The knocking however grew only louder, much to her chagrin. "Fucking morons." she said under her breath and made for the door.

"I said leave it at the door you asshole." She opened the door as she finished the statement and was ready to give the delivery boy a piece of her mind, however she merely stood there in shock as she saw the person who did the knocking. Standing in front of her was a tall man dressed in a pair of faded jeans and a black T-shirt with a dusty bag hanging off the side of his shoulder, his beard was unkempt and hair also the same yet he carried an arrogant/confident smirk on his lips which quickly turned into a grin upon seeing Natalie. His name was Adrian and Natalie knew him well. It was to be expected of course since he was her ex.

Adrian looked at her like a predator looks at a prey, and the grin on his lips revealed only too well what was going on in his mind, "My my my...is it me or have these 3 years only made you more attractive?"

Natalie was slightly dazed due to the assault of the the light on her hungover and sensitive eyes and also taken aback as if she witnessed the ghost from her past standing before her, "Wha...what are you doing here?"

Adrian feigned being hurt, "Now is that any way to speak to an old friend?"

"You're just old, not a friend." 

"Ouch..." he smirked and eyed her body with undisguised lust, "Yeah I forgot you got a real mean tongue on you." Without hesitation he stepped inside the apartment and closed the door behind him. Natalie contemplated hitting him square on his jaw but decided against it, he was quick to anger and in her current state she was in no condition to get into a fight. 

"Whaddya want?" she managed in a slurred voice, "Well for the moment I want some of that Pizza lying next to the door...am ravenous." saying so he dumped his on the kitchen counter and gave another lecherous grin, "and after that...who knows?" 

Natalie eyed him with caution and opened the door once more. Leaning down and to the side she picked up the Pizza box and could feel Adrian's gaze transfixed upon her ass cheeks as she bent down. 

(I bet he's enjoying the view). She brought the box back into the open kitchen and took out a couple of plastic plates. True to form his eyes never left her high and tight ass cheeks encased in the black panties and began stroking his palms gently as he fantasized about cupping those cheeks from behind and feeling their weight in his palms. His obvious lust did not go unnoticed, 

"So you dropped in after 3yrs to look at my butt?"

"Well, it's certainly a worthy cause. I mean you know what they say 'A behind is a terrible thing to waste'. He entered the kitchen and took two Corona's from the fridge.

"Only you can replace 'mind' with 'behind' Adrian." She shook her head in disgust and regretted doing it as a shot of pain paralyzed her brain for a few seconds. His presence always had a peculiar effect on her; she would find him repulsive yet would be aroused and drawn by his otherwise lack of social graces and false pretense. If there was one good thing about Adrian it was that he never lied about what he wanted in life. She placed a slice of the pizza onto a plate and slid it unceremoniously towards him. She picked up her own plate and padded out of the kitchen and towards her bed. His gaze was transfixed on her milky white cheeks as they curved and straightened with every step she took. With a swig of the Corona he stepped out of the kitchen and watched her sit at the edge of the bed and chew slowly on her slice.

"The fuck happened to you babe?" he asked with a mixture of mockery and concern.

"I forgot the part of this conversation when I said 'Please ask me about my life because I so desperately wanna talk to you about it'. She shot him a nasty stare, "Finish your slice and fuck off."

"Ahhh!! you remembered my favorite word", he exclaimed and chewed on his slice, "fuck."

"Now THAT wouldn't be such a bad idea would it?" Natalie gave him a nervous yet furious glare once more as he advanced towards her with the half eaten slice in one hand and the Corona in the other.

"You look like you haven't had it in ages. Now the Nat I remember needed her coochie greased at least 3-4 times a day." Natalie was already shaking her head and standing up slowly, "It's over Adrian. Take a fucking hint for once in your life." she walked past him towards the kitchen counter to refill her plate.

"You saying you don't want it?" he asked to her back and threw his gaze back at her hanging ass cheeks, the crotch panel riding comfortably between the folds of the cheeks and leaving very little to the imagination.

"I am saying that IT IS OVER between us and has been for the past 3 years. So pick up your filthy bag and get the fuck out of my house." Natalie replied without bothering to turn around as she began cutting another slice of the Pizza pie over the kitchen counter. She heard the rustling of his jeans and then the sound of a lighter flickering to life accompanied by the unmistakable smell of a blunt. She turned around and glared at him once more, but to no avail. He made himself comfortable on the only chair in the room and took a deep drag and let the smoke fill the already stuffy bedroom.

"You didn't really answer the question though." he said with a smirk, "prevarication has always been your thing." Natalie raised an eyebrow in shock at the use of the word 'prevaricate'

"A few puffs of weed and you become real eloquent don't you?" she couldn't help but give out a light laugh.

Adrian shrugged nonchalantly and took another drag, "I hooked up with a few English literature majors in my time." his eyes then took on a glazed and lustful look. He looked Natalie up and down slowly and undressed her with his eyes and gently trailed his tongue across his lower lip. Natalie tore her gaze away from his eyes and tried to focus on eating her pizza slice. She could feel the arousal growing inside her belly and felt a knot forming.

"It seems I've finally gotten the attention I wanted." Adrian said eyeing the slight tightening of her nipples. He stood up and took another long drag of the blunt and stepped in closer to her and exhaled the smoke on her face.

Natalie's hung over eyes went out of focus for a few seconds as the smoke from the blunt hit her nostrils, "Thats some heavy shit" she mumbled.

"You know me babe, only the Primo stuff." he took the plate of pizza slices out of her hands and took a few steps closer.

"Adrian..." she whispered and kept her hands on his chest and tried to push him back, "I can't do this right now. Am not ready"

Without a word he pulled her top off and let her lovely large breasts bounce out in the open, the nipple buds were semi-erect but well on their way to full pebble size erection. He slid his hands down her waist and caressed her hips. The shiver that ran up and down her body was visible as was the quickening of her breathing.

Adrian took another puff of the blunt and exhaled the smoke directly into her slightly parted lips and whispered, "Live a little babe. Enough sulking around, you're better than that and you know it." His hands slid down her waist and gently cupped her ass cheeks.

"Ummm damn they're much more softer than before". He whispered as he kneaded them gently in his palms and swayed his body and hers.

"I can't do this right now" she whispered taking in the smoke from his lips.

"Sure you can babe, you know exactly how to do this." he gently lay her on the bed and stood at the foot, and dropped his jeans along with his shorts showing off a semi-erect clean cut shaft with veins running up and down its length. He then removed his shirt and exposed his lean and well toned torso. With his clothes he looked more like a bum, without them he looked almost elegant. He knelt down by the bed and gently kissed her thigh and slid his hands up her legs.

She let out a soft gasp and squirmed under his touch, "As sensitive as ever I see." he whispered and licked up her thigh and caught her pantie strap in his teeth and tugged it down and peeled her panties off her body gently. Natalie let out a slow moan and arched gently as she felt his breath on her moist pussy. He trailed his lips up her thighs slowly and gave soft gentle kisses on her inner thighs as he made his way towards her moist honey pot.

Natalie groaned and bit her thumb gently, "I don't wanna do this." she mumbled in a trembling voice.

"You don't want to, but you will." saying so he began suckling on her pussy slowly, taking care not to put too much pressure or too little. His lips dug through her thick folds expertly and his hands slid up her body and caressed her soft breasts from below. His thumbs gently flicked her nipples till he could feel them thicken and harden like pebbles. It had been 3yrs and yet he could play her body like an artist does a Stradivarius.

He continued to feed between her legs with a slow and controlled pace. Bobbing his head up and down and catching her clit bud in his lips and humming on it lightly till she bit down on her thumb hard and squealed in delight. He worked his tongue slowly around her sensitive lips making her quiver and twitch with every flick of his tongue, he set a wet trail from her pussy up her abdomen and gently suckled the contours of her breasts while his hands slid down her body and spread her legs open as he entered them swiftly and rested his throbbing shaft against her moist slit.

She squirmed under him gently and tugged on the bed sheets, by her own standards she had been without sex for eternity and the moment of penetration was nothing less than a shot of pure ecstasy and she clung onto his body like she was drowning and he was the only means of escape. He thrust gently and sank deep into her slit balls deep with a satisfied but muffled grunt as he began feeding on her breasts and caressing her thighs with his hands slowly. Natalie wrapped her legs around him and dug her nails deep into his back and arched with a loud moan. He soon settled into a rhythm and began stroking her deep, his chest pressed against hers and their eyes locked in lust. Her hands slid down his spine and clenched his firm ass cheeks and raked his skin with a feral growl.

"There she is." He whispers as he continues to pound her slowly but firmly, "There's my Nat." 

He bit her lip hard and then sucked on it hungrily as he worked his hips in and out of her moist sex. Natalie reciprocated his kiss with equal fervor and scratched his back as she clamped her pussy around his shaft inside her and milked it in sync with his hips. Clamping down around his cock and then releasing gently as his hips retreated; his head nestled in her neck he began sucking on her pulse and groaning with each stroke he made. His back soon became a mosaic of scratch marks as her pleasure began to climb. She rocked her hips from below and aided the stroking and soon the smell of sounds of sex dominated the small and stuffy apartment. 

Natalie took her hands off his back and grabbed the headboard and without a moments hesitation Adrian lifted her hips off the bed and went onto his knees and arched her spine like a bow about to be string. She let out a voiceless scream as he slid deep inside of her and held himself there for a few seconds, letting her feel the throb of every vein on his shaft. He gripped her hips tight, with both thumbs resting on her pelvic tattoos and then he began to slowly rock back and forth and giving his hips a bit of a twirl after every few strokes, making sure that his cock entered her in every angle possible. Natalie's moans soon turned into low screams as he penetrated her expertly and with just enough force to give her more pleasure than pain. Her knuckles grew white as she gripped the head board hard and began swaying her hips with his and heard the satisfying sound of heir sweaty bodies clashing in a low and meaty fup, fup, fup, fup, fup, fup, fup, fup.

She bit her lip and mused (God, I wanna be on top) and as if she said it out loud Adrian slowed his pace and rolled them over. He gripped her hips and rested her on top of him with a grin. Natalie's eyes were a bit out of focus as she looked at him curiously, "You made that face." he said and gave her soft ass globe a playful spank.

"What face?"

"The one that tells me you wanna be on top." the other cheek receives a spank as well and Natalie began swaying her hips back and forth slowly with her nails digging into his chest and her back arched. Her mouth froze in a silent scream as she rode him slowly but firmly and received generous helpings of spanks on each cheek for her efforts. He slid his hands up her torso and hooked a thumb in her mouth which she sucked on hungrily and continued her rhythmic riding. He watched her breasts sway and the nipples harden with each new thrust of her hips; licking his lips he leaned up and flicked his tongue off both nipples before taking one into his mouth and sucking as hungrily as Natalie was his thumb. Natalie raked his back once more as he fed on her breasts and growled in his ear before she bit and sucked on the lobe. In reply Adrian stood up and hooking her knees began to pound her pussy from below with slow and hard strokes. 

Each thrust bouncing her body up several inches and then bringing her back down again for more pounding, "God this brings back memories." he pants between strokes and whispers in her ear and bites slowly, "Doesn't this bring back memories babe?" he slams her hard on the wall before she could answer and gets a loud "ANNNNNGGGNNNH" in reply.

"Yeah I thought it did." The stroking slowed a few notches as he adjusted her against the wall and delivered a sharp smack against her reddening ass cheeks. Her legs tightened around his hips and her teeth dug into his shoulders as she slowly clenched and un-clenched her ass cheeks along with her pussy around his cock. He swayed side to side with her body clinging onto his and began sliding up and deep slowly, bouncing her off the wall until a rhythmic whump whump whump whump whump mixed with muffled groans from both of them echoed in the apartment. A dark patch of sweat forms around the area of impact on the wall and is smudged as he eases her off his cock and turns her around to face the wall. 

Natalies nails dig into the wall with a loud scream as he entered her ass and felt her ass tighten around his cock for a few seconds. She lets go and he slid deeper until his body slapped against her ass cheeks with a muffled thup. His hips gently slide back and thrust forward again with his hands on her hips gently caressing them and then stroking her thighs from the side as he settles into a slow rhythm and gives her rump an appreciative spank again.

Natalie coos and bites her lip as her eyes roll back into her head, "Oh I know that sound." he breathes between strokes and gently tugs on her hair and pulls her head back slowly. 

He rocks his hips back and forth with more force and drives into her ass; he looks down and watches his throbbing veined shaft disappear between her soft fluffy cheeks and feels his balls tighten and his toes curl. She grabs onto his hip from the front and begins pushing back, matching his rhythm and arching her back even more almost bending backwards completely. After a few more strokes their bodies tremble and Adrian blows his load inside her ass with a twitch of his hips and a loud orgasmic groan. Natalie scratches the wall hard enough to scrape some of the plaster off and leave nail marks as she has a violent orgasm and leans against the wall for support. Her eyes barely focused she looks back at Adrians grinning face and manages to whisper, "Christ I needed that." 

"So did I." Adrian replies and looks out the window at the sun that is setting beyond the horizon, "And the night is still young." saying so he leans in and sucks on her lips and slides his tongue in her mouth leading her towards the bed.




Rebound in Town



Natalie wakes up the next morning with the sheet draped around her hips and with a surprisingly clear head. She looks around and finds that the apartment is somewhere close to being presentable with the cigarette butts and pizza boxes wrapped up neatly in garbage bags and kept by the door. Adrian is nowhere to be seen and neither are his clothes or bag. She gets up slowly and walks towards the kitchen counter to find a note that reads

"Restocked the Coronas. Took the beef jerky, I'll pay you back next time ;-) "

No words of wisdom or goodbye. He just took what he wanted; like he always has. Natalie shook her head and let out a genuine laugh; her first in weeks. She looked at the counter again and found a few rolled up cigarettes of weed, she picked one up and lit it using the kitchen gas, took a long drag and smiled care-free and genuinely happy thinking about the man who was responsible for it.



Rebound Man



You know, it is very hard being the third sibling attending the same college when your two older sisters are still there. Everything you do gets compared to what one or the other of them has done in their college life. I guess it could have been worse; I could have been a girl.

My older sister, Samantha, didn't win many academic accolades but compared to her, I was a grade-schooler socially. I think she actually does qualify as a senior this year with a good chance of actually graduating if she can manage to concentrate enough to pass the class schedule that she has. Of course, that means she would have to cut down a little on the partying that she does and actually attend most of her classes. 

Elizabeth is my second oldest sister, and she is about 180 degrees away from Sam. If she hadn't taken advantage of an opportunity to spend a year in Europe with the family of an exchange student from her senior year in high school, she would be a senior this year, but she speaks French better than anyone else I have ever known. And she also speaks some German and Italian and Greek, too. She has an academic scholarship in Chemistry. 

And then there's me, Bob, well actually, Xavier Robert Stephenson. Now who names their kid Xavier? I'm hoping to keep my full name a secret until I graduate. Now, I finished in the top 5th of my class in school so I am not a dumb cluck, but any class I sign up for, if Beth had the same professor, I get the 'why can't you do better like your sister' speech... And Sam is a legend in the dorms for her partying and she is the most popular student on campus. So, academically, I'm in Beth's shadow, and socially, I'm in Sam's shadow. I was just going along trying to maintain my own identity. 

Now the school policy is that freshmen students have to live in the dorms for at least the first two quarters they are in school, but after that, they don't have to stay in the dorms, they can get an apartment off-campus or move into one of the frat or sorority houses. It's a three hour drive from our little hometown to the campus, so Dad had located a building which he had converted into multiple-housing and for the second half of my freshman year; the three of us would live together. The house was a big old place with large rooms downstairs and eight bedrooms upstairs. Dad had re-designed each room with a separate niche room for a commode and wash stand along with a large closet, and had two of the upstairs rooms converted into bath/shower rooms. We had three other students living here as well, and their rent paid all the taxes, utilities and maintenance. 

Money is Dad's main motivator, but I think he also wanted us to live together for safety. The building would be nearly paid off by the time that we all graduate (by all I include my three younger siblings, too), just by diverting the dorm fees and Dad said we could get jobs to pay for our food and incidentals. My sisters moved in when the renovation was finished, and at the end of my second quarter a year ago, I moved in also. Then when the time comes; Uma, Allen and Lori will take their turns living in the house. 

Oops, I think I digress... I was talking about living on campus with older siblings. Okay, so even though I'm a high B student, I know that I'll never match up to Beth and her straight A's. And I don't have the looks or the temperament to surpass Sam socially. So I would have to find my space in something else. I'm not a jock, nor a nerd, I guess I'm pretty much like most college students, just doing the best I can with what I've got. 

I think I have found my niche here at the school. And it was Beth and Sam that steered me to it. I am Rebound Man. But not just the guy that a girl goes to when she wants to have a fast fling after an unhappy relationship explodes, I'm the guy who helps rebuild her self-esteem, a person to show her that she still has lots to offer to whomever will take the time to look. 

It all started less than a month after I moved in, with one of Beth's classmates. Mary had been trying to maintain a long distance relationship with her high school boyfriend when she learned that he had been fucking around with other girls where he was at college. It made her feel foolish to have been so naïve and, of course, she felt used and abused as well. Beth was tutoring Mary to try to stop the sudden downward spiral in her grades, and Sam said that I could help out by taking some 'tutoring' also. But she insisted because she felt I would break Mary's feeling of inadequacy. I was to show her respect, but also that other guys would be interested in her as a person. 

The first couple tutoring sessions we reviewed the material we were studying, but at the end of the third session, we hadn't gotten that day's materials clear when Beth had to leave for her job, so Mary and I continued discussing it. We had some snacks while we continued and we talked about other things besides the materials for class. We continued again after the fourth session, and by the fifth session, it didn't feel unusual for us to continue after Beth left and Mary told me the full details of her breakup. Now Beth had already told me about that, so I was prepared to give supportive reassurance. I just didn't know that she would take that reassurance so personally, or that she would want to make out. 

Now this presented me with a problem, because I didn't want to lead her on to think that we were becoming an item, but if I rejected the idea, it might re-enforce her feelings of inadequacy which was exactly the opposite of what was intended. Mary is a pretty hot girl and I don't really understand why she felt any inadequacy, but I didn't want to be the second guy to disappoint her in such a short time. After a little time making out, I looked at my watch and told her that I had to run to get ready for work. What I needed; was a delay to have time to consult with my relationship expert, Sam. 

Once I saw Mary out, I went and knocked on Sam's door. When I told her it was me, she said to come on in. I don't know what I was expecting, but it sure wasn't to find her sitting there in her bra and panties. Her hair was wet so she must have just finished a shower. I had half a boner from making out with Mary, and seeing Sam like that caused me to sprout a full hard-on which made it necessary to quickly sit down to hide the tenting of my pants. After some stuttering around, I managed to tell her I wanted to talk about Mary. 

She asked if I thought that Mary was over her depression from her breakup so I gave her the story of what had happened. I asked her what she thought about how I could break off with Mary without causing new problems. I mean, I wouldn't have minded at all going with Mary, but I kind of had this other girl in mind that I wanted to date. Sam said she'd think it over and let me know tomorrow how she thought I should handle it. 

Due to my concern for Mary and the time passing during our discussion, I was only half hard again when we finished and it was time to leave. I turned towards the door as I stood in hopes that Sam hadn't seen my woodie.

"By the way, Bob, nice package you have there."

"I, I, uh, thanks."

I'm sure that if Beth or anyone had seen my face as I came out of Sam's room, they would have thought I had gotten too close to a fire, and maybe I had. Yes, I know that I have seen Sam, and even Beth, in swimwear and bikinis that were a lot smaller than Sam's panty and bra set, but the swimsuits weren't underwear. Maybe it didn't make any difference to Sam, but it sure affected me. I went back to my room and jerked off before I could start back on homework. 

Later, at around 11:00 after Beth came home, I decided to ask her if I was overreacting to Sam's attire. Maybe they had been doing things differently for the time that I had been here than was the standard. Maybe this was a test to see if I would be embarrassed by the normal dress code. I needed to know so I could react appropriately. 

When I knocked on her door and told her it was me, she came to open it and as I heard the knob turn, I had a sudden vision of her answering it half naked. But she was still in her work clothes and asked me to come on in to talk. I don't know if I was relieved or disappointed at first. She asked how things were going with Mary, so I ran through that with her too. While we talked she was flitting around her room doing housekeeping things; putting her school books on her desk, putting folded laundry into her chest of drawers, hanging some clothes in the closet. 

"I saw Sam in her bra and panty set after Mary left this evening."

She had been carrying her shoes into the closet and was halfway behind the closet door. I thought she made a little jerky step when I said that.

"Oh, and what did she say about that?" 

"Well, she didn't say anything. I was surprised that she had told me to come on in when she was dressed like that, but she seemed very concerned about Mary. And so she didn't say anything about it at all. 

"I was wondering if you two have been hiding something from me since I got here, or was she so busy thinking on Mary's situation, that she just completely forgot that she wasn't fully dressed?" 

I heard Beth rustling some clothes around in her closet. 

"I can't see Sammy forgetting anything about her appearance. If she wasn't dressed, she wanted you to see that she wasn't dressed; I mean she could have always told you to wait or to come back in a minute or two and have had time to throw on something. No, she wanted you to see her like that... Wait, I guess I have to come all the way clean on this. 

"Of course, Mom and Dad cannot know anything about this. They would kill all of us; well, at least Sammy and I, if you told them now before you get involved. And keep everything a secret from our roomies also. 

"Okay here goes... Sammy came to me early this year and said she was afraid that she couldn't control herself and asked for help. So she and I have been discussing a plan for the last several months. I have to admit that I knew she was going to let you catch her sometime soon in less than a full outfit. In fact, it was my idea. You know that Sammy has had some problems with partying too much to have the time to study enough to pass all of her classes. 

"You know me, all brain and no emotions, well, I figured that if she had you here in the house to keep her passions satisfied, that she would be able to save a lot of the flirting time that she has used in the past. And since you aren't a big time partier, it might have an effect of toning down her party time, too. 

"I figured that since you love us already, all I had to do was get you past that incest label. I know that you wouldn't hurt her unless it would save her from some bigger pain. And since we have seen how far you were willing to go to help, and how reluctant you are to do anything that might hurt a person who is just one of my friends, I knew that it would be all right." 

"By 'passions', I assume that you are referring to her sexual needs? Wouldn't that bum you out if she and I got it on and you were left out? I can't believe I just said that... I guess that since I haven't seen you go out on any dates, nor have any guys come here to see you; I guess that you don't have a regular boyfriend, or, or girlfriend, maybe?" 

"Ha, ha, ha... Oh Bob, Sammy and I are both straight, although I hate to use labels like that since they are so restrictive and often become inaccurate based on the mood at the moment. I know that Sammy goes almost exclusively after guys and so do I when I have the time and inclination. I guess I just don't have as active of a libido as she has; at least not while I'm here at school. Ask me to tell you some of the stories about my time in Europe later." 

She came out of her closet as she was saying the last several sentences and was finishing buttoning up one of my old shirts. From the glimpse that I had, she had on panties, but I didn't see a bra strap. I shifted my arm across my lap to hide the immediate tenting, but obviously I hadn't done it quickly enough. 

"Well, I see that I don't have to worry about convincing you to ignore that incest label, or at least not your body. How about your mind? Do we have to work on that, or is it on the same wavelength, too?" 

"I... I... I... Uh... I don't know what to say. I have seen you two at home in bikinis and so I knew that you are both hot. But I always felt that I was way below Sam socially and way below you intellectually, I mean, I'm not hot, I'm just a regular guy, I have had fantasies but I never thought that any of them could ever come true. I'll have to let this sink in a while to see if it would be too weird or if it could work." 

"Well, if I know Sammy, and I do, I'm sure that now that she has decided to follow through on this, she will be offering incentives to encourage you to do as she wants. So when you talk to her tomorrow, don't be too surprised to see more skin and she may do some other things to get you to go her way. I'm going to leave it up to you two to decide how far and how fast you want anything to happen. So I won't say anything to her now about what we have discussed tonight. 

"The only thing I ask is that you don't do anything to throw Mary back into her depression. She has had a hard enough time already. Now I think that you should go and think over everything that you've learned today and rest up for tomorrow. I know that neither you nor Sammy has any early morning classes so she will probably try talking to you just after all of the rest of us have left for class."

With that, she shoved me out her door and closed it behind me. I stepped across the hall and into my room. I closed and locked my door since I had been sleeping nude for the last couple years since I turned 18. And I needed to jerk out another one before I'd be able to sleep tonight. Seeing both of my sisters, only half dressed and talking about an incestuous relationship; and having made out with Mary whom I was pretty sure wanted a physical, sexual relationship too, it was too much to let me sleep without a release first. 

It was the first time since I don't remember when that I didn't wake up on my own right before the alarm went off at 7:00. I guess jerking twice tired me more than I was used to. Since my first class today wasn't until 10:00 and it was only a 10 minute walk from the house, I had plenty of time. 

Our musician roomie was already gone to make it to her lab class half way across campus by 7:30. And our physics nerd was long gone to take advantage of the early morning slow time at the lab on the far side of the campus as was his usual practice. The math geek would be leaving in about a half hour for her 8:00 class. Beth was the next to leave by around 8:15, she'd be driving to the other side of the campus because she'd go straight to work when she finished classes today and all her classes were on that side of the campus today. I'd be leaving a little after 9:30 for the 10:00 class and Sam would be leaving shortly after that for her 10:30 biology lab. So Sam and I would have from about 7:30 until 9:00 to talk with only Beth here part of the time before I'd have to get dressed to make it to class. 

I wasn't sure yet what I thought about this situation. I mean, it is a chance to bang the hottest, most popular girl on campus, but on the other hand, she is my sister. Would it destroy our family relationship, or make it better? Or would we simply act as though nothing were happening, as if we were doing strangers instead of each other? And who could I go to for advice, I mean, my social advisor is Sam; would she be able to analyze this without bias even though she is involved? 

This looks to be the time that I have to figure it out on my own. Beth had suggested this as the best solution, and I trusted her a lot for analysis and for finding the best solution in just about any situation. Apparently, Sam had done her own review and believed in this solution also. So it is down to me... Can I handle this in an adult manner? 

The solution would have to stay in this house since other students and the faculty knew that we were brother and sister, so we still had to act that way to anyone outside of the three of us. But in our rooms, I would be her safety valve, her regulator, her lover. Hell, who was I kidding? Of course I wanted to tap that. What guy in his right or wrong mind would pass up that opportunity? 

Of course, we still had the situation with Mary that had to be resolved, but Sam already said that she'd give me a plan of action on that front so all I had to do was wait and do as I was told. I trust Sam in everything that involves relationships, well at least in any that don't involve her quite so deeply. So what I needed to do is let Sam know that Mary's situation doesn't affect my desire to be with her so she wouldn't base any plan on how it would or could affect us. 

I went and knocked on Sam's door again. After I told her it was me, she said come on in. I wondered if it would be similar to yesterday's meeting. Sure enough, Sam wasn't dressed again, but this time she still had on her nightwear which was where another one of my shirts had gotten to. As we started talking, she walked into her closet and was picking out her outfit for the day while I faked hiding my erection as best as I could. 

"Sam, I hope you are pulling a very young Mrs. Robinson on me. So if I am not reading what is happening here correctly, please forgive me for suggesting that you might be willing to share your favors with me, but I don't know how else I can take this. 

"Now I don't want you to take this wrong, because if you are interested, I don't know any man who could or would resist, surely not me. So I am not saying no, but I have to say wait, because I have to finish our plan to help Mary before I can begin to go after my own, uh, hopefully our own pleasure... 

"Um, I have to go to my room for a minute or two; I'll be right back, that is; uh, if you want me to come back in here. Then we can review the plan you have for Mary's problem." 

Maybe it would take me a few more minutes than that, but not many. 

"Yes, Bob, you should come back in here. That way we can talk without anyone overhearing the plan. And I promise that we will discuss the plan and only that until we have a finish that will lead to Mary's satisfaction." 

I really did need to go to my room, because, well; while we were talking, she had picked high-heel boots, and sox, and skinny jeans, and a sweater on her trips in and out of her closet, and was laying them on her bed, and every time she came back out, another button was undone on that 7 button shirt. . 

I finished my business pretty quickly. I needed to be calm enough to be able to review and remember the plan if I wanted to be able to pull it off successfully. I took an extra minute to go ahead and finish dressing so I'd be ready to leave at about 9:30 as I had planned. 

Sam had been busy too while I was gone. She was pulling on her second boot with her foot on her desk chair when I knocked and walked in. I wasn't sure if she had a bra on under her sweater, but I didn't see any panty line under those jeans and they looked painted on. I almost turned back around to my room, but... 

"Okay, here's what I have. We want Mary to know that you and therefore probably every man, finds her not just nice and pretty, but sexy and desirable. But we don't want to have you stuck in a relationship with her, well, for obvious reasons. So we expand on your desires for that girl that you are trying to keep yourself available for, maybe even make it that you are promised to her in your mind, but who is currently involved with someone else. When you are alone with Mary, you make out like you did before and let it go as far as she wants to take it. 




Rebound Man



"Now, the important part is to let her know that you cannot allow yourself to continue with her because you know that you will have your chance with your dream girl soon since her current boyfriend is a jerk and she will find out sooner rather than later. If she asks who, tell her you can't tell, just as you wouldn't tell anything about what you two have done. Since you aren't really hooked up with this girl yet, Mary won't feel like she has helped you cheat on this mystery girl, so no guilt, but she will know that you just couldn't resist her charms, so big ego boost. Of course after that, you would have to withdraw from the tutoring sessions for a while, but I feel that Mary won't need them much longer after that anyway since she will have her renewed confidence. 

"Now how does that sound to you? Do you see any flaws in the plan?" 

"The only problem I see is lying to Mary, I'm not sure I can do that even for a good purpose." 

"I feel that it isn't really a lie to exaggerate the mystery girl in the story, and I'm kind of hoping to be your girl for a while, but we have to keep her in the dark about us. I hope that from now on I do qualify as your dream girl at least until we can make that dream a reality. And my last boyfriend was a jerk, and I sure am glad I found out sooner rather than later. 

"Think it over today. You don't have any classes today with Mary, do you? Probably won't see her until tomorrow's tutoring session... If you decide you can't do it, we'll come up with some other way. I just feel that this is the best solution with what we know right now." 

With that, Sam tapped her watch to make me think of the time. I had to leave in just a few minutes. 

"I will think it over today, between classes and while I'm at work. Will you be around tonight to talk it over if I have any issues or ideas?" 

"Sure, just knock on my door if you want to see me." 

Now I had two things I'd be thinking of all day. I don't know if she deliberately used that phrasing after what I had seen last night and today; or if she was innocent of any extra meaning and my dirty mind was just overactive. 

My classes today were; English Comp, U. S. History, and a statistics class; each about 50 minutes to allow time to get to the next class. On Tuesdays and Thursdays, my classes were Analytical Chemistry and a management class, each an hour and a half. Beth was 'tutoring' Mary and me on the chemistry. I'd be working my job from 2:00 until 6:00 tonight; I'm a dispatch assistant/trainee with a trucking company that uses tanker trucks between chemical companies and plastics manufacturing businesses. I also work a total of 8 more hours on Tuesday and/or Thursday, and/or Saturday, for the total of 20 hours, as suggested by the college.

I knew that we were supposed to have a fairly light dispatch schedule today, so I would have time to do homework and my thinking between shipments. The job isn't hard physically or mentally, but does carry a bit of responsibility due to safety concerns when chemicals are being shipped over the roads. My job was the final safety check, to insure no leaking tankers went out and that the drivers were aware of any special precautions they were required to take on the road. 

On Monday, Wednesday and Friday, I usually carried a backpack which also held my running shoes and rain gear for the trip home after work. The run home made a good 30 minute exercise program for those days. Then on Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday, I'd go to the Y to swim or to the school gym for a pickup b-ball game for my exercise. So I had a plan to keep in decent shape through my college time without being overly strenuous. 

By the time I got home, the only other potential problem that I came up with was whether or not Mary might try to start an investigation to 'discover' my dream girlfriend. If she did, she would probably start by trying to get info from Beth, so we would need to keep Beth informed and have her try to stop anything like that from happening. So I planned to talk it over a little more with Sam and Beth that night. 

Our roomies knew that Sam and Beth and I are siblings, and so it wasn't strange to them that we would make our meals together sometimes. That night after we had supper, Beth volunteered to clean up the dishes so Sam and I could have a little more private conversation about my issues with our plan. So Sam and I went up to her room to talk. While I selected to sit on her desk chair, Sam just sprawled out on her bed with her chin on her hands. 

"I wanted to discuss just one thing that I thought of today. I think that Mary may be a little more curious about my dream girl than to just let it alone when I tell her that. She may even think she could do the girl and me a favor by butting in and telling my dream girl about her cheating boyfriend and thereby give me a chance even sooner. I think if she did think like that, she would probably try to get Beth to tell her the name of the girl or something like that. So I was thinking that we need to keep Beth well informed, and maybe have her tell a story about how angry I may get if she butted in, maybe something like I wouldn't speak to Beth for a month or something when she had invaded my privacy. What do you think?" 

"Pretty good thinking, Bob, and pretty close to what I have already set up with Beth to cover just that idea. The difference is that we aren't going to wait until Mary may start asking Beth about the whole situation, we will have Beth cut this off before it gets to the pass, before Mary even thinks to start trying to help out. So, you need to be a little late getting to the tutoring session tomorrow to give Beth time to 'leak' a little information to Mary. 

"Beth is going to leak that you have been in the tutoring session because you have been too moony over some girl to concentrate to hold your grades up. We are pretty sure that Mary will ask if we know the girl's name and Beth is going to give her a story that we don't know the girl's name, but we are staying out of it because we don't want a repeat of the last time we invaded your privacy. Mary is bound to ask what happened and Beth would say about you giving her the silent treatment for some amount of time. 

"We had originally thought of using two weeks, but 'nearly a month' would be more forceful and keep Mary from even thinking of starting anything that may cause you to get mad at her for so long a time. The trick is to make it so she won't pull back away from you but so that she won't feel that this can be a long term commitment on either her part or your part. I'm sure that Beth can get just the right feel to it. All you do is follow along as you have been, not too forward, but not too resistant either. 

"If she wants to give it up, hey, great for you; but if not, don't worry, I'll be right here any time. If you do this right, Mary may still want to be your friend even if she finds out eventually that you didn't have some other girl out there. Maybe she would even offer you the same kind of help that I am asking of you, or maybe she would figure out that Beth or I were helping you out with your libido. Either way, I'm sure she wouldn't want to cause us any trouble." 

"Sam, I'm so glad that we have this thing straight between us now. I was getting rather unsure of myself there when you let me see what I saw, but hadn't said anything. I thought I was going around the bend and letting myself become a real pervert. I worried that I might do something that would make you hate me forever." 

"Oh, Bob, Beth and I know that you would never do anything to hurt either of us and we knew that we could depend on you to help out any way that we asked. I'm the one who should probably apologize for being a real 'perv'. I'm the one who just can't exert enough self-control to deal with my needs without help. I will make this promise, if you help me out now with my needs, I will never refuse you whenever you may need a little help with any of your needs." 

Just then, Beth knocked on the door and without waiting for an answer, walked on in. 

"Hey, Bethie, what if I had been offering him a little incentive to keep going along with the plan? Or, what if I had let myself go to fill my needs right now? What would you have said or done about that?" 

"Well, I guess I would have gotten a little treat and gotten a little more information about Bob than I have had before. But maybe I would have joined in on giving Bob a little incentive, too. It is my friend that he's helping out, after all, and I wouldn't have any problem with returning a favor." 

The tenting of my pants must have gotten even bigger. Beth was willing, too! I have to be dreaming, Beth is willing and Sam is eager. How can one guy get this lucky? I didn't feel my chin hit the floor, so it had to still be on my face, but I think I did make a gurgling sound as they both turned to look at me. They looked at each other and started chuckling as they turned back to me. 

"I hope that indicates that you aren't having any issues with this, Bob. But Sammy does need some help, well even more than now and then, and even I am not immune to all needs, though my needs are not as often. We will try not to interfere when you date other girls, I can help Sammy somewhat, sometimes, but there will be times that Sammy just has to have a guy's help, and it is much better that it be you, than for her to have to go find someone else. Sammy and I really aren't trying to kill you."

"I know that both of you wouldn't hurt me any more than I could ever hurt either of you. But if you two did want to try to fuck me to death, I'd be a willing participant." 

"Oh, thank you, Bob. We won't let that happen, I mean, what would Dad say if we did that?"

"Well, I think that I better get back to my room, and I think Bob better get to his room too so that we don't use up the energy he may need tomorrow after the tutoring session." 

"Oh, Bethie, are you sure? Maybe he needs a little fine tuning before the big event." 

"Ha! Now it hasn't been that long for you, Sammy. And I think after what you did to him this morning and last night, he is as fine-tuned as he needs to be. I think some sleep will be better for him than any more tuning." 

With that, Beth grabbed my hand and pulled me up and shoved me towards the door. She closed the door behind her and pointed me towards my room. She headed to her own room also and looked at me as she opened her door. My pants were still tented and I knew I'd have to jerk one off before I could sleep. She must have noticed the tenting still also because she closed her door and walked over to me and pushed me into my room. 

"I guess it isn't fair to get you all stirred up and then tell you to go to bed. I have to admit that this much talking about sex has me on pins, too. Now I'm not going to go all out here now 'cause you do need to get to bed, but a little relief does seem to be in order." 

With that, Beth pushed me into the center of the room at the edge of the bed and started pulling my belt open and undid the button and the zipper. She grabbed my pants and boxers and dropping to her knees, yanked them down around my ankles. She almost got slapped in the face when my prick cleared the waistband. Before I could say a word, she had a hand behind my thigh holding me in place, and the other holding my tip down so she could get it into her mouth. My god did that feel good! She tilted her head back and gave me a wink as she started sliding back and forth taking in just over half and then backing off until just the head was in. She dropped her hand down and it seemed to be in her pants but it was hard to tell at this angle. 

"I won't be able to hold off long at this rate, Beth. You need to either slow down or I'm going to come too fast for you to have a chance to come, too." 

She didn't slow down, and her shoulder didn't seem to be moving any faster either, but as I started to come she started a moan around my prick and her teeth hit just a little before I finished spurting and she slumped back onto her knees and feet. I fell back to sit on the edge of my bed and saw that she did indeed have a hand in her pants though it wasn't moving, just held to her by the waistband holding it there. Her pants were definitely wet over her pussy. She had let the hand behind my thigh shift to my knee as I sat down.

"Wow! I didn't realize how much I needed that too. Hey, and you taste pretty good, Bob. I guess I may have to do that more often than I thought I would." 

Her tongue came out and licked up the only little drop that had escaped her mouth. 

"Beth, I didn't get to do anything..." 

"Shhhh. I got what I needed too, Bob. I got more than I expected; but now, we do need to let you get to bed and I need to go get in my own bed. I'm sure we can both sleep just fine now." 

She seemed reluctant to put the hand from in her pants in my hand so I could help her to her feet, but I grabbed her wrist and licked her hand clean then helped her up. 

"You taste mighty good too girl. I won't let you do all the work next time and I expect to get right to the source also." 

"I'll hold you to that, Bob." 

She turned and slipped out of my room. I fell back onto the bed to catch my breath. I used one foot to push my shoes, my pants, my boxers and my sock, off my foot, then repeated the process on the other side. I managed to pull the covers down with one hand while I undid my shirt buttons with the other. I think I pulled the cover back over me after I was already asleep.

I awoke in the morning remembering a wonderful, but naughty dream I had of Beth giving me a blowjob. But then I remembered that it was a real memory, not a dream. My morning wood got twice as hard and I wanted to jump across the hall and fulfill the promised next time. 

'Whoa, Bob. You can't go letting yourself get out of control like that. What would the roomies think to see that, what would Sam think when Beth had insisted that we hold off and head to our own beds, and then found out that Beth and I... I'll have to wait and see how Beth intends to handle this situation. Will she just go ahead and tell Sam, or will she wait until Sam and I have been together?' 

Of course, at that point I didn't know that Beth had gone straight to Sam's room from mine and had told her everything already. It would have saved me some frazzled nerves. I knew that Sam had her first class about the same time as my first class today, so I'd probably see her down at breakfast. I didn't know whether to say anything or not. We'd see how it went. 

I plopped my books down by the door and went in to breakfast as usual. Sam was already in there watching the math geek and the physics nerd having a discussion of some kind of calculus problem. She smiled at me and asked if I wanted a bowl of cereal as usual or if I wanted something more. Then she stuck her finger in her mouth and pushed it in and out and winked. She had to know to do that; so Beth must have already told her and she was fine with what happened. 

"I think just my usual cereal this morning, Sam; care to give me a bowl?" 

"I talked with Beth about the tutoring session today, about you being a little late, and she said she'd just cover some stuff that Mary needed a little more help than you do until you could get there. But she reminded me to tell you that she'd have to leave a little early from the session, something she needs to take care of." 

"Oh, thanks, Sam, and thanks for the bowl. Maybe Mary and I can continue in my room if we need to when Beth has to leave. I know its Sci-Fi night tonight and I don't want to be talking over the TV." 

"Yeah, yeah, yeah", said Karl, "It's the only night we ask for the TV that the rest of you don't like all that much, and besides, your Dad did say that we each could pick a night to control the big screen TV when we rented here." 

"No problem, Karl, I was just ragging on you. Sometimes I like the Sci-Fi movies and shows, too. I think that things have been going just great here. I haven't seen any problems that we've had with TV, or meals or anything." 

"Yes, I agree, Bob. I sure am glad that Dad bought this place and that we've found good roomies." 

"Well, I sure am glad too", piped in Annie, "I wasn't making many friends in the dorm being a math geek, but now I have you all as friends as well as roomies and I have a much better life here than I expected." 

"Well, thank you, Annie. We feel that you and Karl and Terri are friends too. Just don't tell our Dad if you see any extra-curricular activities, ha, ha, ha. Hey, Bob, looks like time for you and me to get going to class so we aren't late. See you all later." 

"I'll just wash our dishes since my class is so close, you run on to yours. See you tonight, sis." 

"Oh, I have to run too." said Annie. 

"Hey, just give me your dishes, too. It won't take hardly any extra time to do them, too." 

"Are you sure, Bob?" 

"I wouldn't have offered if I didn't want to. You go on." 

"Well, thanks." 

When they were gone, Karl walked over with his dishes and put them on the side. He picked up a towel and started drying the ones I had already washed. I picked up his and washed them too. 

"I kind of like Annie" 

"Yeah, I can kind of tell. Even when you two disagree on something, you still have a sparkle in your eye looking at her." 

"Wow, am I that transparent? I thought that only I knew how I felt about her. I haven't even said anything to her yet." 

"Well, you need to say something soon, because if I was able to pick up on it, I'm sure that everyone else in the house already knows, except maybe her. But someone will say something sooner or later and best it comes from you first." 

"Yes, you're probably right with that. I've just never been good at talking with girls. I always get tongue-tied or say something completely dumb and then they look at me like I have two heads." 

"Well, Annie really is a friend now, and you talk with her all the time about Sci-Fi, and math and physics, and other school stuff. Just add in a compliment now and then, and you'll see that things stay 'normal' but just keep getting better too. But if you run into a problem, Sam and Beth are much better at relationship stuff than I am, and I'm sure that either of them would be willing to offer a little advice, too." 

We had finished the dishes as we were talking and it was time to get out to class. We said good-bye at the door since he was heading in a different direction than I was for class.

Well, tonight might be the finish of this Mary project, or it just might be one more step along the way. It all depended on her reaction to what Beth told her tonight, and how she responded to that. Our schedules called for us to meet at 6:00 and finish somewhere around 7:00 to 7:30 regularly. Tonight I was going to be a little late, and Beth was going to leave a little early with something not quite finished so Mary would stay after she left.

I hadn't thought to ask how late I needed to be, but I figured that about 10 to 15 minutes should be sufficient. When I looked into the living room, I saw that Annie and Karl were wearing Starfleet blue shirts and were already set up on the couch with drinks and popcorn at hand.

"Beth's room", was all that Annie said when she saw me looking in. 

When I got upstairs, I knocked on Beth's door and when I heard the faint 'come in', I poked my head in to say sorry I was late, and I'd be right back. I went over to my room to make sure I hadn't left a mess and drop off my other school books and hit the bathroom. Then I went back over and knocked again before opening the door and walking in dragging my desk chair behind me. Beth was sitting up against her headboard and had papers spread down one side of the bed where Mary could see them all at one time while she sat on Beth's desk chair. I sat my chair down next to Mary so I could see also. 




Rebound Man



"Mary and I were just reviewing some calculations for molecular weights while we were waiting for you. Now we can go on with some other things that you may be having some difficulties with. Oh, by the way, did Sammy remind you that I need to leave a little early tonight? I have a, an appointment tonight that I need to go to. So if we don't get quite finished, maybe you two can talk over whatever is still to be covered, Okay?" 

"Uh, yes, Sam did say you needed to leave early. Maybe we can finish whatever in my room when you need to leave." 

With that, we started into the course work that Mary and I were taking in the regular class. I have to admit, going over this with Mary and Beth was indeed helping me to understand this much better than I was getting from just the regular class time. After we had covered almost everything that had been in today's class, Beth looked at her clock and said she needed to get ready for her appointment. 

So Mary and I picked up the papers we would need to continue and I dragged my chair back over to my room. I had a small refrigerator in my room, so I pulled out soft drinks while we were studying. We started right where we had left off with Beth and before too much time had passed, we finished up everything for today. 

I had let Mary sit on my desk chair and I had sat up against my headboard when we started, but during the study time, Mary had picked up a paper and had wanted to look at it together and had nudged me over so she could sit beside me. She had also been touching my arm and let her hand fall onto my leg while we talked. I didn't have to work at getting a semi hard-on going. 

She picked up the books and papers and set them on my desk chair and sat back against my pillows against my headboard and held my arm. Then she leaned over and kissed me, and I kissed back. 

"Bob, I hope you won't think badly of me, but I asked Beth if you were dating anyone right now. You know that I had a not-too-nice experience recently, and I didn't want to risk getting a flat-out rejection again. She told me that you are interested in someone else, but that you aren't dating her yet, but I can see that you find me attractive. Would you feel too weird if I asked you to pretend that I was the girl you are interested in and hold me for a while? I don't expect you to make any long term commitment, maybe just an hour or two; I just want a good experience to help me get over that former experience. I promise I would make it worth your time." 

'Don't overplay this, Bob. This girl wants a good experience and says no commitment. Just go along without getting too over the top. You can always stay friendly and maybe even be intimate some more at some later date.' 

"Mary, I can't make a long term commitment; Beth is right about that; but I do find you so attractive. I guess, I guess I haven't been as good at hiding my response to you as I thought." 

"Well, I kind of thought that this is a pretty good indicator of your feelings. I have noticed it growing as we talked and every time I touched you, it seemed to grow a little more. Please, touch me now. Show me what I can do to help you feel better for a while." 

I stood up and reached out my hand to help her stand beside my bed. I caressed her back and kissed her again. We stood and hugged a while and then she started unbuttoning my shirt. I pulled it out of my waistband when she got down as far as she could and she pushed it off of my shoulders. Then she started unbuttoning her blouse. When she got down as far as she could go, I pulled her blouse out of her waistband and pushed it off of her shoulders. 

She reached out and started unbuckling my belt and I reached out and undid her belt. I hugged her again and ran my hands up to her bra strap and unclipped it. She leaned back and grabbed it between her breasts and flipped it up over her head and down on the floor. I leaned down and kissed her right breast. She hugged my head tightly to her and tried to reach out to push my pants down with her other hand. 

I took a half step back, knelt down and grabbed her pants and panties and started to slide them down off her hips. She waited until I had them down to her ankles and she stepped one foot out, and then the other. I couldn't resist kissing her right above her slit and placing my hands on her ass and giving a little squeeze while she ran her fingers through my hair. 

She reached down under my chin and pulled my head up and made me stand, then grabbed my pants and boxers, and shoved them down to my ankles where she pulled off my shoes, my pants, my boxers and my socks. She tilted her head up and then put both hands on my prick before she took a lick from the very bottom, all the way to the tip. I have to admit that it jumped around when she did that and if she hadn't been holding it; she wouldn't have been able to catch it in her mouth. 

My hands naturally went to the sides of her face and I held her hair back so I could see her swallow my prick to the back of her throat. I have never been one to put my hands behind the girl's head and push in, I feel that she is doing me a favor and she shouldn't be forced. 

"Mary, Mary... You have to stop for a minute. I'm too close to let you do that for a few minutes unless you want me to come in your mouth. And besides, I want to get my licks in, too." 

"Oh, Bob. You are such a gentleman, my old boyfriend wouldn't have warned me and he would have been pushing in so hard that I'd gag before he'd stop. I knew that you would be a much more pleasant experience than..." 

"Shh! No former boyfriend exists. No one should ever treat you like that. You deserve to be treated properly and I will do nothing if I cannot do it properly." 

I helped her to her feet, and then picked her up and lay her in the middle of my bed. Then I crawled up between her legs until I could kiss the inside of her thighs and I proceeded slowly kissing up inch by inch and from one thigh to the other until I planted a kiss on, and made a lick right up through, her slit. She grabbed my hair and with her fingers under my ears tried to pull me up further for another kiss. 

But I wanted her to come before I got back up there, so I held out and proceeded to give her a real tongue lashing. When I felt her tense up and spasm and relax, then I went ahead and moved on up. But I stopped at her tits and licked around both nipples a short while before going all the way to her lips. After I gave her a kiss, I pushed up to look in her eyes while on my hands and knees. 

"Are you sure?" 

"God yes! If you don't put that in me now, you'll be picking yourself up off the floor." 

As I slid in, I tried to go slow but she swung her legs up over my butt and yanked me down hard. My prick went in to the hilt, and she moaned and started having more spasms. She was chanting 'Yes, yes, yes' as I slid in and out. Suddenly, her head went back down against the pillows, her tits jammed up against my chest, and her legs were pulling down mashing her pussy tight against my groin with my dick buried clear into her cervix. 

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck! I can't hold out, I'm coming, I'm coming; I'm coming. So hard, I'm coming so hard." 

I blasted away, once, twice, a third time, and a fourth. She was still holding up tight against me, she hadn't started to relax. Her eyes were rolled back into her head and I started to worry if she was okay when all of the sudden, she just collapsed back onto the bed and started gasping for air. I held myself up on my hands and knees so I wouldn't crush her and so she could breathe easier. Her hips fell back last and she mumbled what sounded like the words 'no, not yet'. But she was finished, I could tell. 

I wondered if she had screamed out as she came, but I had come so hard that I just wasn't sure. I kind of listened to see if I heard feet running to find out if I was killing her. And I swung myself over to the side so I could lie down next to her on the bed before I fell down on top of her. 

Neither of us could speak, we just lay there panting for something like 10 minutes. When I felt a little strength returning, I rolled up and went into the bathroom, and got a wet washcloth to wipe her face. She smiled at me and after I finished she took the cloth and wiped my face. Then she smiled again. 

"Wow, I would love to feel that again, but not for a day or two or more, ha, ha, ha. I'm not sure I could survive that until tomorrow or the next day, or next week some time. Oops, I think I need to use this cloth for something other than our faces. Otherwise, you'll need to change your whole bed before you can sleep tonight." 

She said the last as she jammed the cloth down over her pussy trying to catch our juices. I suddenly realized that I hadn't used a condom and I hadn't asked if she was protected. She must have recognized the look on my face or at least suspected what had flashed through my mind, because she said she was safe. She said it was the wrong time of the month if I was trying to trap her into marrying me, and she was on the pill and she had her diaphragm in, too. Although she admitted that she wasn't too sure about the diaphragm any more, I may have punched right through it because she had never felt anyone go into her cervix before. 

"Thank goodness. It might have ruined your life if you got pregnant during the school year and felt that you had to leave. Of course, it would have required me to make some major changes also, if my Dad let me live after he found out; and if your Dad didn't get to me first!" 

She laughed and said that it was so sweet that I had thought first about what would happen to her and then what would happen to me. 

"That other guy that I used to know would have asked who else I was doing so he could try to weasel out of any responsibility. But I am not going to think of him, anymore. He is no longer an issue and he is even disappearing from my memory. You have helped me more than you can know, Bob. Now I know that you feel committed to that other girl, and I wouldn't even feel bad if you were thinking some about her while you loved me, because it did feel like love not just a fuck. 

"Maybe this isn't the time or place to be saying this, but, you have made me feel whole again and I think to avoid any weirdness; and since I feel that I actually am capable of going on without it; I'm going to stop coming to Beth for tutoring at least until I feel lost in chemistry again and if I can't find anyone else to tutor me at that time. 

"I hope that things will work out for you with that girl, but if you ever need me, you just call and I'll do whatever I can to help. I definitely wouldn't mind a repeat of what happened tonight if; I'm not, and you're not, in a relationship with someone else. Now I better get myself presentable again and get out of here. I have an 8:00 class in the morning and I'm sure you have things to take care of too." 

We picked up her clothes and she slipped into the bathroom to put them on while I put on my clothes again. We sorted out our books and papers and she took her stuff and I walked her down to her car at the front curb. I gave her a kiss on the cheek and told her to drive safely back to her apartment. We waved as she turned the corner at the end of the block and I walked back into the house.

I noticed Sam's car and Beth's car in their usual spots in the parking area, so both should be here unless Beth actually did go out somewhere, But I thought that she had just said that to allow Mary and I time to follow the plan. So when I didn't find either of them anywhere downstairs, I went looking for them upstairs. 

Sam's room is closest to the top of the stairs so I knocked there first. When I didn't get an answer, I went to Beth's door. They must have been watching out the window when Mary left, because with the first rap, the door flew open and they yanked me in. 

"Well?" 

"Well, what? Okay, okay. Beth, Mary will probably tell you herself in the next day or two, but she said she felt confident that she wouldn't be needing any tutoring for a while since she no longer was concerned about 'what's his name'. And Sam, I feel that the plan has to be considered a total success." 

"That's not what I was asking about. I wanted to know if she gave it up, we knew that the plan would work to fix her self-confidence, but I didn't know if you would get a piece of tail out of it or not. But I guess that calling it a total success does sort of indicate a roll in the hay for you as well." 

"Sammy, that isn't a very nice way to put the situation. But I agree that it does seem to mean that Bob got a little loving out of the plan as well. How did it go, Bob? Is there anything that we should plan as a follow up or do you feel that she'll be okay now?" 

"Well I really do mean I think it is a total success. She seemed very at ease with everything when she left and she even joked about a return performance at some later date, if I ever needed it, but that she hoped things worked out for me and my girl. I'm sure that you can judge better when you talk with her, Beth, but I'd say no further work is needed." 

"Great! That means the way is open for me and Beth to take advantage of your time without having to allow any for anyone else, at least for a while... Maybe with your help, I will make it through this last year in school and be able to get on with the rest of my life, without any further delay. Of course, with what Beth told me, and what we could hear through the door of your room, we may not want to stop fucking with you even after I graduate."



No Strings Attached - Eva & Cecilia



It was Sunday afternoon. Eva and Cecilia went out for lunch, they were Best Friends Forever and talked about everything. They both had just gotten out of relationships with boyfriends that ended bad, things just didn't go well for either one of them. Both relationships only lasted a few months, and they didn't live together yet, but both had high hopes when they met.

The girls were both very pretty twenty-somethings. Eva had long black straight hair with bangs cut straight across. She was petite but her breasts were quite large, DD cup. She was dressed in a skirt with a knit top that exposed quite a bit of cleavage. Cecilia was a redhead, about the same body size as Eva but with more proportionally sized C cups. Her hair was medium length, curly and bright red. The two of them definitely turned heads wherever they went. 

They were a bit sad about things, about halfway through some big oversized sandwiches that the cafe specialized in. 

"Well what do you think we should do now?. This sucks, we had some fun with those guys but it just didn't work out. Assholes." Cecilia said. "We need to find some new guys."

"I agree." Eva said. "I don't know about you, but I definitely need some lovin', you know what they say, a rebound. Nothing serious, I'm not ready for a long term relationship, but if I don't get some cock in the next week or so I'm going to go crazy."

Cecilia laughed. "You and I think very much alike. Any ideas? There are no good singles bars around here, none at least with nice guys. But then now that I think about it, I'm not necessarily looking for a nice guy, just a guy with enough stamina to give it to me good. Last thing I need is a guy with a little dick that only could give me 30 seconds, like Bob was."

"That's for sure. Henry was exactly the same way. That's one of the main reasons I dumped his sorry ass....he just wasn't good in bed. He looked good and all, but just didn't have the skills to keep me satisfied. His dick was OK, but he didn't know how to use it." Eva said.

"OK so there's no good bars, we don't have any friends we can hook up with. We need to figure this out, as you said we need some cock soon." Cecilia said.

"How about this? I've been looking around on craigslist a bit, they have some personals there, there's like a section called 'No Strings Attached' or something. Maybe that would work. Eva pulled her iPad out of her purse. Let's do it now!"

Cecilia looked at her in surprise. "That sounds crazy, and maybe not very safe. I heard people get murdered on craigslist, how can we be sure?"

"We just need to set some rules to protect ourselves and not break them. Here's what I think:

1. We talk to the guy on the phone.

2. Don't ask for pictures, they can get them from the internet too easy. 

3. We Skype them before meeting They can't make up shit nearly as easy. 

4. We meet first in a public place, like Starbucks or something. 

5. We go to "do the deed" in a hotel, someplace we've already checked in.

6. We'll set up a webcam in the hotel and send the link to our friend Julie so she can call 911 if she sees something weird. 

How's that sound to you?" Eva asked.

"Well....I guess it sounds good. Let's do it." Cecilia was ready.

"OK let's write out the ad." Eva pulled up craigslist on her iPad, and started writing the ad. "I think something really short and sweet is all we need."

Eva typed it out. "Two girls, looking for two guys to do a one-night stand. We're both single, we need drama-free single guys, not older than 25. We also need your unit to be significantly bigger than average, don't bother even replying to this ad if you have a small dick."

Cecilia blushed. "Seriously? Are you just kidding or do you really want to say that?"

"I'm serious! You never know who might see this, we might get lucky. We can always change the ad later if we don't get what we want."

Eva finished the post onto the board. "Now all we have to do is wait. We'll probably get some guys right away." She pulled up her email app, and sure enough, responses started to come in. She pulled up one. There was a picture attached to the mail, and it was an old guy standing there with a limp tiny dick. Eva deleted that mail immediately. "Oh my god, this is not going to work." 

More emails were coming in. Several ugly guys. A couple of obviously fake pictures of big dicks, downloaded from a porn site. This was not looking like a good plan. 

Then an email came in from a guy named John. He had a picture attached, he was an OK looking guy, probably spent a little too much time in the gym. The picture was him fully clothed. His email said "I have what you're looking for. I don't have a picture of it.....but I definitely do have the unit. My friend Tony also has pretty much the same thing, and we're single and horny. Give us a ring." His phone number was there in the email.

"Hmmm.....looks pretty good. What do you think?" Eva asked. 

"Well I guess so, let's give him a ring." Cecilia replied. "Use fake names. I'm Mary, you're Jane"

"OK here goes nothing." Eva said, dialing her phone. A guy answered. "Hello, John speaking" he said. 

"Hi John, This is Jane. And Mary is here too. Is your friend Tony there too?" She asked.

"Yup, he's here. I'll put it on speakerphone." 

Tony said "Hello ladies"

"So we'd like to know a bit more about you, you know for our own protection. Do you have any STDs or AIDS or anything we should know about?"

"No nothing like that....we're clean." John said.

"Ok just checking. So the one other thing we'd like to do is Skype with you so we can see you a bit. Do you have a Skype account so you can do that?" Eva asked.

"Yes, I have my iPad right here, sure we can do it." They exchanged IDs and started the Skype call. The guys were sitting there at a table, they both looked pretty good to Eva and Cecilia. 

Eva started. "OK so we need to make sure you're not craigslist stalkers or anything, let us see your drivers licences." 

They looked at each other with a bit of concern, but then brought out their licenses out of their wallets and showed them to the camera. Their names matched. John and Tony. 

"Looks good. So one other thing, you said that you had what we were looking for.....let's see them. We don't want to be disappointed if we get together." Cecilia said. She was playing the game with Eva.

The guys looked at each other again, raising their eyebrows. "Seriously???" Tony said. "I don't even know what to say about that."

"Yes, we are serious. Either y'all want to have some No Strings Attached fun with a couple of hot girls or you don't. We've already looked at 2 others, we're going to take the best of the bunch." Eva lied to them. 

"OK then, I guess at this point there's nothing much to lose except self-esteem." John said. They both stood up and dropped their jeans, then their boxers. Both units were hanging down low. They had started to feel some tingling down there, but no action yet. 

Eva and Cecilia looked at them. "Hmm....I can't really tell if they're big enough, they look pretty good but they're all soft and cuddly" Eva said, giggling. 

"Yeah well it's going to take a bit more than you just ordering us around for you to get more than that." John said. 

Eva and Cecilia laughed. Eva leaned over and whispered in Cecilia's ear. "They actually look really good to me. Those are way bigger than average, and the guys seem nice enough. I think they'll do. Let's invite them to the Starbucks across the street"

"OK guys, I think we're good. I like yours, John, and Cecilia likes Tony's. So here's the deal, we need to meet you in a public place. There's a Starbucks at 5th and Main, can you meet us there?, like in an hour or so?"

"I think we can make it, sure. Do we need to bring anything?" John asked.

"Nope, just those two hot bodies of yours. We'll see you soon." Eva switched off the iPad. 

"OK we need to get ready. So there's a Hilton right around the corner. Let's go check in and set up the webcam. You give Julie a call and tell her what's going on. 

Cecilia gave Julie a call. "Girl...we need your help. This is going to be kinda x-rated, but I'm sure you can deal with that. We're going to call you on Skype about an hour or so from now, we need you to watch what happens and dial 911 if you see anything bad. If you see us having sex, don't worry about that, just if bad stuff happens."

Julie laughed on the other end of the line. "Ummm....I guess??? So you're saying I need to watch you guys having sex, and just call 911 if he hits you or something?" 

"Yup, that's it. Girl, I really appreciate it, we'll give you a call soon." Cecilia said.

They drove around the corner to the Hilton, checked in and went up to their room. Cecilia brought up her MacBook from the car and turned it on, logged into the WiFi and got ready to Skype Julie. Eva went into the lavatory and took a quick shower, Cecilia took her turn next. The girls both sat down and touched up their makeup. 

"I am seriously nervous, are you sure about this? It's not too late to say no." Eva said. 

"Me too, I'm like shaking right now it's hard to do my eyeliner. But I think I can do it with these guys, as long as they look OK once we meet them. Let's do it."

They finished getting dressed and left the room and walked over to the Starbucks next door, ordered up a couple of frozen lattes and sat down on the stuffed chairs. Eva looked at her watch. It was almost an hour. Then she saw the guys, walking in the door. It took her breath away, they were both really good looking studs, the Skype call didn't do them justice. 

"John!" Eva called out. She and Cecilia stood up. "It's really nice to meet you. Thank you for coming, right on time. You want some coffee? I'm buying." 

Tony said "Sure, thanks. Just a triple shot espresso for me." 

"A drip coffee for me, black. Thanks!" said John.

Eva ordered up the coffees, the other three sat down. "You guys nervous?" Cecilia said. "We've never done anything like this. Not even close."

"Neither have we. We were both sitting around talking about how our girlfriends dumped us and then we looked around on craigslist and saw your post. Your idea sounded like fun." John said.

Eva came with the coffees, handed them to the guys. "I heard what you just said....why did they dump you?"

John told the story. "Well they wanted to tie the knot way too soon. We're both only 22 and not ready to get married or anything. We're not even ready to be exclusive to one girl at a time, even though we were faithful to them. Basically they were both pushing hard for us to get married, and we said no. I think their biological clocks were ticking just a little too much. So they dumped us. Nice girls and all, but we're just not ready for that kind of commitment."

"Well I'm sure you'll be happy to know that we don't want to get married or any crazy shit like that. Just like we said in the post, we just want to have some fun tonite. No drama." Eva said. 

"OK so one thing we kinda lied about....Our names are not Mary and Jane. My name is Eva, and this is Cecilia. Nice to meet you." Eva said.

They shook hands. "I hope you understand, we're just scared about the craigslist thing and all, but we know who you are now, so I guess it's fair." Eva continued.

"I totally understand. I would have done the same thing if I was you." Tony said.

"So, we have a hotel room next door, we're all checked in and ready to do this thing. Want to head on up there?" Eva said. 

"Sounds good to me! John said, looking over at Tony smiling. "You ready, dude?" 

"Definitely. I think I might even be a bit too ready, these girls are hot." he smiled. 

They all got up, Eva led the way walking down the sidewalk, she reached over and held John's hand. "I think this is going to be a lot of fun." she said, looking over at him and smiling. 

He smiled back at her, didn't say anything. He was getting even more nervous, this was almost too good to be true. He was way into girls with double Ds like Eva, and liked her jet black hair too. Cecilia walked behind them, she put her arm around Tony. "I love your red hair." Tony said. "My favorite"

They took the elevator up to the room and went in. It was still the middle of the afternoon, the shades were open enough to make it bright inside. There were two king sized beds, and a couch. 

Eva stripped all the comforters off the beds, leaving the white sheets, while Cecilia started the Skype call with Julie and turned off the screen. She hopped up on one of the beds and plopped down on her back, legs and arms spread wide. "How's this work for you, guys? You ready to do it?"

John didn't need any more encouragement. He pulled off his shirt, kicked off his loafers, pulled off his jeans and stood there naked down to his boxers. Tony took his lead and did the same thing. "I'm about ready." John said. "But I need a bit of help with this last item of clothing." 

Eva sat up on the end of the bed and put her hands up on his muscular chest. "I can help you with that. Cecilia? I think you better help Tony out, looks like he can't do it either." Cecilia sat in the same position on the bed, touching Tony's chest all over. 

Eva grabbed the bottom of John's boxers and pulled them down to the floor. His cock bounced around a bit. It was still soft, but John was feeling some stirring down there. Tony's was semi-hard, he was a bit further along than John. 

"Wow, I am so glad we found you guys. These are some really nice cocks, exactly what we were looking for." She stroked it with her right hand, feeling his balls with her left. Tony became completely hard almost immediately. His cock stood at attention. 

Eva looked over. "John, how come yours is not sticking up like Tony's is? Is it broken or something? I really need a hard cock, I hope we don't need some viagra or something." 

"No babe, there's no problem like that. I really like to look at naked girls, especially ones with hot bodies like yours." He responded. "That'll wake him right up."

Eva got up and went over to the TV, turned it on and found the music channel with top-40 hits. The music started, then she kicked off her heels and stood on the bed, swinging her hips to the music. "Come on, Cecy...join me." She said. Cecilia kicked off her heels too, got up on the other bed. John's cock was now about 50% erect, he stroked it lightly with his hand.

Both girls started to strip in unison. Off came their shirts. Off came their skirts. Off came their bras. Off came their panties. Eva had a clean shaven mound. She had an appointment at the brazilian salon once a month. Cecilia also used the same salon, however she had them trim it so she had a small strip of curly red, matching the hair on her head.

John looked over at Tony. He shook his head and grinned. By now he was fully erect, there were two gorgeous girls dancing naked in front of him, it was impossible for a guy to be even a little soft with that scenery.

The song was over. Eva sat down on the end of the bed again and took John's cock in her hands. Her hand didn't fit all the way around. "Well John, things look a lot better. I see you were not kidding, this is a really nice unit, and so is Tony's. 

Cecilia was doing the same, looking at Tony's and stroking lightly. "What do you think, Eva, is it even possible to give these guys blowjobs, or are they too big?"

Eva wanted to do that ever since she first saw John's prick on Skype. She put his unit as far into her mouth as she could, she gagged a little and started sucking very sloppy, moving her hands around everywhere, licking his balls, grabbing his ass. It was the most rowdy blow job that John had ever received. He looked over, and Tony was getting almost exactly the same treatment. 

There was a problem for both of them. These girls were just too good, and they needed to put a stop to things before they went past the point of no return. 

John stepped back. "Eva, that was so awesome. Why don't you lie up on the bed, let me return the favor." 

She looked up at him. "But I wasn't finished, I was having so much fun!"

"Well, maybe a bit too much fun. I don't want to be finished...yet" he smiled. 

Eva lie down on the bed, spread-eagle. "OK big boy, let's see what you can do." 

Seeing her lying there, he had an urge to just fuck her silly right then and there. But he wanted this to last a lot longer. He pulled up between her legs and spread them even wider, his face only a couple inches away from her beautiful pink, which was now dripping wet. He leaned down and kissed her labia, lightly. "I love this pussy" he said quietly. Eva heard him and smiled, looking forward to what was about to happen. He brought his tongue out, starting at the bottom of her slit and licked up slowly. When he got to the top near her clit he stopped, and sucked on her clit with his lips. She gasped. This guy really knew how to eat pussy. He sucked more, then started licking all around, sticking his tongue into her pussy as far as he could, getting just as rowdy on her as she was on him earlier. 

She looked over to the other bed, apparently Tony was following John's lead and eating out Cecilia just as much. 

Between watching her friend getting eaten out and John doing his magic on her, it was too much, she started feeling pulses of energy deep within her pussy. She started screaming, wrapped her legs around John's head and locking him into place. He couldn't breathe, his nose was stuffed into her mound, he tried his best to continue to suck on her clit, but she was thrashing around making that almost impossible. 

She started catching her breath, and she let go of John's head. By this time Cecilia was also in the middle of a huge orgasm, she was screaming and thrashing around on the bed, Tony was hanging on for dear life. 

Both girls lie there, catching their breath. John reached over and high-fived Tony. "Good job, man, I'm proud of you." He said. 

"Well, it looked like you did a pretty good job too. You ready to go downstairs and watch that Cowboys game?" Tony said, trying to make a joke. 

Eva yelled. "NO! That's not going to happen. Y'all promised to fuck us with those huge cocks of yours, it's time to do your duty. Put those huge cocks into our pussies now, please?"

John smiled a big smile. "Eva, Tony was just joking, we don't even like football. Not to mention that our cocks are still hard as a rock and need a release. Tell us how you'd like it?"

Eva was still lying there on her back, she spread her legs, grabbing her legs behind her knees. "Just like this, big boy. Give it to me nice and slow. Honestly, I'm a bit scared, I've never fucked a guy with a cock anywhere near that big. But I'm ready for you to try to get that big thing into my tiny pussy, if you can." 

Cecilia got up on her knees and lie her head down on the bed. "Do me like a dog, Tony. I want it hard and fast, none of this nice and slow crap."

John came up between Eva's legs and got his cock into position. He whispered in her ear "I'm not sure I can do the nice and slow thing." His cock was poised for entrance.

"Oh god please.", she whispered back. Maybe you should just go down and watch the game." She tried to distract herself with humor, obviously it was too late to tell him no. He started pushing in, slowly but surely, inch by inch his massive cock disappeared into her tight wet love tunnel. Her head was turned to the side, eyes closed hard, wincing in pain. 

But then he bottomed out, all the way in. His balls resting on her ass.. He filled her up completely, pressing hard against her cervix, stretching her about as far as she could go.. She said "Wait. Don't move. Please. Stay right there, you feel so good." 

Her pussy needed to adjust to the new intruder. He was very happy that he fit in all the way, having a big cock like his was sometimes difficult, it didn't fit in some girls at all, no matter how much he tried, he could only get it in like half way, and that just didn't work for him. He needed to get it all the way in to feel good. He lay there on top of her, hugging her tight, his cock fully encased by the most wonderful pussy he'd felt in a long time.




No Strings Attached - Eva & Cecilia



"OK now you can fuck me." She whispered. "I think I'm ready. My pussy is all yours now." Still a bit of hesitation in her voice. There was no more pain, just an aching feeling, and the feeling of being all filled up, and wanting more.

He let out a breath deeply, replying "Mmmmmmmm" He raised up on his hands and looked her body over, her gorgeous breasts right there. 

He pulled out slowly, all the way to the tip, then pushed all the way back in one stroke, much faster than the first time. Then he started thrusting, with power and speed increasing with each stroke. She was about the pass out. This felt way too good, better than she had had in a long time. It almost felt to her like when she lost her virginity a few years ago, even though that guy's penis was half the size, it filled her up completely. 

Then the spasms of intense pleasure began. Her pussy contracting around his cock. He felt it, her pussy squeezed his cock so hard he could barely push it in. She finally finished, he slowed down a bit and enjoyed the feeling of her tight pussy.

At about the same time that John and Eva started, Tony came up behind Cecilia and rubbed the tip of his cock up and down till he felt her entrance. Everything was very wet, he almost slipped all the way in without trying. He leaned down and whispered "Your pussy feels so ready for my cock. Hold on tight.". He took clues from her telling him to fuck her hard, he figured that it was his turn to take control.

She took a deep breath, then let it out and relaxed as much as possible. She had never taken a large cock like this either, but she really wanted to be taken hard.

He took her breath as a signal, and plunged his equally massive cock deep into her pussy in one quick stroke. She screamed. "Fuck!!!! Jesus Christ that hurt. Your cock is unbelievably huge!!"

Tony stopped all the way in. He wasn't sure if he had hurt her too much. 

"No!! Don't stop. Fuck me, dammit! Give me all you have." She screamed. I want you to shoot your cum deep in my pussy. Don't stop until you're finished. 

Tony grabbed on to her hips and started fucking as hard as he could. He could tell this wasn't going to last long. But then she started screaming even more. "I'm cumming!! I'm cumming!!!" Over and over. He kept fucking her, as instructed, and she continued to cum in a multiple orgasms that must have lasted 5 minutes or more. 

The contractions of her pussy onto his cock made it hard to continue, but he tried his best, and then felt his scrotum tighten up and he squirted a huge load into her deep, pulling her hard and tight on each ejaculation. He rolled over onto the bed and lie there, panting.

As Tony lie there, John was still fucking Eva missionary style. She looked like she was enjoying it very much, there was still a bit of pain on her face, eyes closed tight. John started fucking even harder, he was like a piston drilling her as hard as Tony and Cecy had ever seen. Then he slowed his pace down and slammed even harder into her. It was obvious that he was ejaculating into her pussy, very deep inside.

He pulled out and rolled over. All four of them lie there, breathing hard.

"Well guys, I have to say, that was a really good fuck. John, you get an A+" Eva said. "Probably the best I've ever had. How bout you, Cecy?"

"I agree totally. Tony gets an A+ too. Guys? Give us a rating, how were our pussies?" Cecilia asked.

"Well, I didn't try your pussy, although it looks really nice, but Eva's was awesome, I'd give it a 10. The best I've ever had. She definitely has that fire down below. Tony, how was hers?" John said. 

"MMMMmmmm, couldn't be better. I'd give Cecy's pussy an 11. Way off the scale. When she came for like 5 minutes it was just unbelievable. I've never felt a pussy squeezing my cock that tight. " Tony replied.

"Girls, I think we will go downstairs and hang out in the bar watch the game. If you feel the need for round two, feel free to give us a ring, we might be able to get these units up again after halftime."

The guys got up and dressed, kissed the girls goodbye and headed down to the bar. The girls lie there naked, contemplating their next move. 

Eva thought out loud. "Cecy, that was a really good fuck. I would fuck those guys again if I felt the need for some massive cock. But honestly I have no interest in having a boyfriend again right now, and I don't want to give them the wrong impression."

She paused. "But having their number on my phone as a 'Friends With Benefits' sounds good to me. Maybe if we ever called them again together we could switch guys, I liked the way Tony was fucking you."

Cecilia thought the same. "I agree totally, Tony fucked me really good, sure, we can switch next time, you could have him and I'll take John, he looked like a good lay. I don't want a boyfriend either, just a fuck buddy."

They both thought for a moment. Eva said "Maybe what we need is a whole network of Friends With Benefits. You and I are both really horny girls, wouldn't it be great for either one of us, or both of us together, to be able to call any one of a dozen guys that would come over and fulfill our need for cock at a moment's notice?"

She continued. "I think that's what we should do. I bet we have a bunch more emails from guys responding to that craigslist post. We could do a few other posts too, asking for different kind of guys. We don't always need big dicks."

Eva kept thinking out loud. "Like right now, it's dinnertime....maybe guys with regular sized dicks who would be good dinner dates is what we need. I'd ask my guy out to dinner and then let him take me home for a nice sensual love making session, then fall asleep together. I'd wake him up in the morning and tell him to he could have a quickie, then kick him out of bed and go to work."

Cecilia thought along the same lines. "Yeah that sounds good to me. We could call some other guys and take them out to a club tomorrow night, go to their place and do a little exchange of bodily fluids with them, then go home alone and sleep it off."

"That's what we need. A dozen guys on speed dial that can fuck us how we want. Much better than those vibrators and dildos we use. There's nothing really that takes the place of a nice guy with a penis that works as advertised." Eva said.

"So let's work on that together. Let's promise that we'll share any guy's numbers we get with each other, being selfish is not allowed. And this might end at any time, maybe we'll meet some guy we want to be the father of our children or something. Hopefully not too soon though, this is going to be fun." Eva said.

"OK, deal. Maybe we should share the numbers with Julie too, she probably watched John and Tony fucking us on the webcam, and she needs some too. Poor girl." Cecilia laughed.

"Oh my gosh, she's probably watching still right now. Eva got up and woke up the computer, there was Julie. "Julie? You OK? You didn't have to call 911 or anything?" 

Julie laughed. "You guys are crazy, I've never seen or had sex anywhere near that nuts. And yes, I want their numbers too. Give them to me right now, I could use a good fuck after watching that. Maybe I'll have both of them do me at the same time, one of those huge cocks in my pussy, the other in my ass. Double penetration." She laughed again.

Eva said "That's chapter one of our NSA rebound story, let's get to work on chapter two. My pussy is aching for more cock already, and it's only been an hour since she was all filled up by John's cock, I need another." 

She opened up the email, looking through responses for a dinner date.

.....................

Chapter two, coming soon.