Let's Talk About Sex

by
Estepheia

Part Fifteen
The "I" in Imagination

Het Warning

"Oh, you're so gorgeous. I want you to take me right here," Bunny Autumns sighed, batting her lashes at the young man who held her tight in his muscular arms. He was wearing army fatigues. His broad and well-muscled chest was outlined in every detail under his tight olive T-shirt.

"Right here?" Captain Roy Finnegan said, with a seductive smile. He looked around the shop but it seemed there were no customers present, so he pressed his hard body against the petite blonde. Bunny could feel the man's large erection. It made her hot and moist between her thighs. Bunny and Roy failed to see Yannika, the young attractive and wealthy owner of the shop who was watching them through a gap between two copies of Arnheim's "Demon Compendium", namely volumes H-L and V-Z...

Anya took a sip of tea and frowned. Her last reviews at the writer's net where she posted her little erotic stories had told her that several of her readers wanted the character of Roy to propose to Bunny, but Anya didn't really like him and had planned to have him meet a pretty brutal and humiliating end as a human guinea pig in some kind of laboratory run by demons in a jungle in Central Africa... or was it Central America?

After Spike had left Xander had been in a strange mood. Anya had sensed that Xander was angry, but she couldn't quite make out, why. And Xander wasn't very forthcoming. And although she had felt his hard-on when she embraced and kissed him, trying to make up for the argument they had about Spike's presence in their flat, he had extricated himself from her arms. He had claimed to be worn out by a stressful shopping trip. Instead of dragging her into the bedroom pursuing an orgasm or two, he had plopped down on the sofa and turned on the television. For the past two hours he had been zapping from channel to channel, never watching a program for longer than fifteen minutes. Irritated by Xander's erratic behavior she swapped a few instant messages with Willow then she surfed the net trying - without success - to find a few nice nude pictures of some of her favorite film stars.

Anya was annoyed that actors did not grace their official websites with detailed photographs of their physical characteristics. After all, when she fantasized about one of them she wanted to get the size of his dick right. So, why were celebrities so secretive about their anatomy? And why didn't her friends talk about that subject more? Were they really not interested in the fact that Xander had a very nice and thick penis? And that he was a Viking in the sack? Why did Buffy have to drink lots of tequila before revealing interesting facts like Riley's nine inches. She made a mental note to include those measurements somewhere in her story.

Anyway, since Xander had shown no signs of becoming more sociable she had decided to work on her latest story. And so far she was quite pleased with her progress.

"Yes, Roy, I can't wait," Bunny breathed. Yannika watched as Bunny's hands cupped the tight soldier's ass. The blonde pulled Roy towards her and rubbed herself against his crotch. "Oh Bunny," the young man exclaimed. He slid his hands underneath the girl's tank top and pulled it over her head, then he removed her black lace bra to reveal small but firm breasts. Bunny's nipples were already hard and sensitive. When Roy pinched them Bunny groaned with pleasure.

Yannika felt her breath quicken. Her skin was crawling with anticipation. She felt her sex growing hot and moist. She watched as Bunny fumbled with the soldier's belt and buttons, pushing down his camouflage pants so that they landed on the floor. His white regulation army boxers soon followed, allowing Yannika a good view of a pair of firm and muscular buttocks.

Anya paused and picked up her Thesaurus to look up a word. Then she moved upwards to an earlier paragraph and turned 'muscular arms' into 'athletic arms'. She looked at Xander. He had just zapped to the Discovery Channel where a narrator revealed interesting insights into homosexuality among Bono apes. Anya was disappointed when Xander zapped onwards to a sports channel that was running a wrestling program but decided not to pursue the matter. She turned back towards her computer.

Meanwhile Bunny hurriedly removed her black lace panties (they went with the bra and were not only extremely sexy but had also been a bargain). Roy stuck his hands under her skirt, grabbed her thighs and lifted her up. He turned around a bit and positioned his lover on a table, hastily pushing a few inexpensive books out of the way. So far, he had stood with his back to Yannika, but now she could see him from the side. Yannika gasped when she caught sight of Roy's large cock, as it proudly jutted forward, eager to plunge into the depth of Bunny's tight opening. Nine inches of hardened flesh.

Anya smiled. Time to bring in another character.

Suddenly, Yannika heard a light clinking and scraping sound, as if a chain was being dragged across the floor. Before she could turn around a hand pressed itself against her mouth, muffling her cry of surprise. A strong arm was slung around her waist and a hand was gripping her left wrist, thus pinning both her arms to her sides. Yannika knew this could only be Stick Williams, the escaped convict she had been hiding in the basement of her shop. He had begged her to help him and promised her half of the hidden spoils of three bank robberies. Besides, he was very sexy in a lean and hard kind of way and he had looked at her with the hunger of a man who hadn't had a woman in several years. Yannika didn't know why she didn't hand him over to the police in exchange for a monetary reward and possible news coverage, which would be great publicity for her shop. Especially since she was very happily married to a very strong, loving and tireless husband, who hardly ever failed to please her sexually.

Yannika felt the bank robber's lean body pressing against her ass. She was very much aware of the hard bulge that was grinding into the small of her back. Her heart was racing, but she was not afraid. She had a black belt in karate and kung fu, she knew she could defend herself if she wanted to. A face pressed itself against hers, so that they were both cheek to cheek, looking in the same direction. They both watched as Roy Finnegan positioned his hard member and slowly pushed forward, moaning loudly as he entered Bunny's tight hot channel. "Oh yes," Bunny exclaimed breathlessly.

"Oh yes," a husky voice murmured in her ear, mirroring her thoughts exactly. The hand that held Yannika's wrist relinquished its hold of her. Instead it slid to her hip and then began to wander upwards, sneaking under her blouse and cupping her left breast. Even through the lace of her bra, Stick's touch sent a jolt of electricity through her body. "Do you want me to stop?" Stick whispered hoarsely as he began to gently squeeze her breast and circle her nipple with his thumb. Yannika shook her head. Of course not. She knew he was bad. But she had wanted him from the moment she set eyes on him. And she had known that he felt the same.

The hand on Yannika's mouth was slowly withdrawn and the pressure from behind eased off. Instead, Yannika felt a hand lifting her skirt and tugging at her panties. The string snapped. The expensive undergarment was tossed aside before strong fingers dipped south between her thighs. She could have screamed for help now, but instead she turned her eyes away from the panting and moaning couple before her to the face right beside her. Stick turned towards her. His dark blue eyes were made darker by his intense desire. He was very attractive, his hair was still wet and smelled of the peroxide she had used to bleach his hair. He greedily pressed his lips on hers, plundering her mouth with his hot tongue, tasting her. Their kiss didn't last long though, because Bunny's lustful cries turned their attention back to the interlocking bodies before them.

"Oh Roy, this is so good, oh yes!" Bunny exclaimed again and again, as her stalwart boyfriend pounded into her. Roy held her by the hips and with every thrust he yanked her towards him. He slowly picked up speed, his face a mask of concentration. With every stroke, Bunny inhaled sharply through clenched teeth. Roy was like a machine, ramming her over and over again.

As Stick's fingers found Yannika's wet clit, her knees almost buckled. She tried to find some kind of hold on the bookshelf in front of her, nearly knocking the valuable merchandise down. A few strokes and she was panting heavily. She was ready for him. "I'm gonna make you come so hard," Stick breathed into her ear, "you won't know what hit you." Suddenly, his hands were gone. Then she heard the slight jingle of a belt being unbuckled. A moment later she felt his throbbing hardness straining against her. At his urging she spread her thighs and bent forward. She felt the roundness of his tip pressing against her juicy opening, as he was taking aim. And then Stick drove his huge rock hard shaft into her wet crevice, filling her completely. "Oh God," he groaned. "Oh yeah!"

Stick paused a moment, but then he began to move in steady thrusts, sliding in and out of her while holding her hips with both hands. At first his movements were slow, but soon he was slamming into her in the same rhythm that Roy was using to pound into Bunny. Yannika tried not to make a sound, but it was getting increasingly difficult. Instead, she whispered and moaned quietly, "Yes, oh, yes, Stick, yes... yes... I'm going to..." She knew her pleasure moment was just a few thrusts away. From the sound of it Stick wasn’t far behind. "Come on, luv," he whispered hoarsely, "it’s all for you..."

Anya realized that she had been staring at the computer screen instead of writing for several minutes. She was feeling all hot and bothered, not much like typing anymore. She could always finish her story tomorrow. Fantasy was great, real sex was better. She'd find a way to make Xander have sex with her. He didn't stand a chance against her.

Part Sixteen
I've got Friends in Low Places

"Xander?"

"Uh-huh?" Xander said, not quite as talkative after sex as Anya was.

"Are you and Spike friends or not? I'd really like to know, because if he is your buddy I should invite him to my birthday party. And the sooner I invite him, the more time he has to find an appropriate and hopefully valuable present."

Xander sighed. He so didn't want to talk about Spike. Talking about him would lead to thinking about him and thinking about him might lead to dreaming about him and…Oh, God no! I will NOT dream about Spike! But, at the same time, he knew Anya was relentless once she got her teeth into a subject. Even if he were to summon the energy for an encore, she would undoubtedly come back to that question, once the afterglow dissipated.

"Sometimes I kinda forget he's a vampire, and then I think he's actually not such a bad guy. He's funny, in an obnoxious kind of way. Not that he ever makes ME laugh. He's funnier in the let's-all-laugh-about-Xander way, still... I seem to have gotten used to having him around," Xander mused. "That doesn't exactly put us next to Ernie and Bert, as far as friendships go, but yeah, I guess you should invite him."

"I'm sure Spike likes you. I mean, why shouldn't he? You're very likable." Anya planted a light kiss on the tip of his nose.

"Yeah, that's why he finds so many endearing insults for me."

"Oh I think that's just banter, like in those movies we watched last weekend, you know, with the two policemen who always wreck things."

"You think I'm like Mel Gibson?"

"No, of course not. That character would be Spike. He's the lethal weapon."

And I am what? Housebroken, fifty years old and black? As usual Xander found it difficult to appreciate the way Anya applied the things she saw on television to real life. "Thank you," he said sarcastically, but Anya was not easily derailed.

"It would be good if you were buddies like that. He would look out for you, protect you and risk his life to get you out of danger if you are ever kidnapped and tortured by nasty drug dealers. And, because he really likes you, he wouldn't ever want you to be sad, so he'd try to make sure that I never get hurt either. Or our children, once we have them. I'd find that very comforting."

Try as he might, Xander was unable to dismiss Anya's thoughts as entirely far-fetched. They made sense, in a weird, Anya-esque kind of way. He smiled indulgently. "Be careful what you wish for, Ahn, you might end up doing Spike's laundry all the time."

"That is a small price to pay for the knowledge that he'll always keep you safe."

Price to pay... Xander sighed as his thoughts returned to the dreaded prospect of having to visit Spike tomorrow afternoon. He turned off the little bedside table lamp. "I'll do a bit of picking-Spike's-brain," he promised. "Tomorrow. Now is the time for sleeping the sleep of the... sleepy. Nitey-nite-kiss coming up...now!"

He hugged her and gave her a playful kiss. They shuffled around until they were both warm and comfortable.

"Good night, Xander."

"Good night, Anya."

Good night, Spike.

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