Remember that part where I said that being me wasn’t so hard sometimes?
Well, it definitely wasn’t hard to be me when I woke up in the middle of the night to feel B trailing her hands up and down my naked body and leavin soft kisses everywhere she touched.
That was one hell of a wake-up call.
See, now, I was never given that kind of attention before. Sex was more of a wham-bam thank you ma’am thing for me. Normally by this point, I’d be happily alone. I would never let anyone get close enough to do the sweet and loving things that she was doing to me then and there.
It wasn’t just touching. It wasn’t just kissing. It wasn’t just gettin to know my body.
She was worshipping me, just like I ‘d wanted to do to her the night before. Only, I never got the chance.
I was too busy with the whole ‘fucking her’ thing. Heh.
No, wait. I’ve gotta stop myself there. It wasn’t fucking, and it wasn’t just sex either. I was makin love to her. For the first time in my life, I made love to someone. True, I didn’t get off or anything . . . but that didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered to me was the fact that she let me get so close to her; that she let me tell her and show her how I felt without pushing me away.
Yeah, it pretty much blew my fucking mind.
But, I guess that the fact that I didn’t get off wasn’t a big issue anymore, cos Buffy soon started trailing her kisses southward from my stomach.
I musta shivered or twitched or somethin cos all the sudden, she was kissing her way back up my body, not stopping ‘til she reached my lips.
Yeah, I could definitely get used to bein woken up like that.
“Morning, sleepy,” she said as she pulled back from the kiss, propping herself up so that she was looking down at me. Her voice was raspy and thick, most likely a result of her crying and then sleeping all night.
“Hey.” I smiled, lifting my head up a little to give her a chaste peck on her lips.
“Did I wake you up?” She asked playfully as she traced lazy circles on my stomach.
I couldn’t help it as my muscles jumped at her touch. Not only am I ticklish, but . . . well, I had Buffy’s hands on me. Buffy’s hands. My muscles were as fuckin excited as the rest of me was.
I nodded my head a little. “Yeah, ya did. But I’m not exactly complaining here. Feel free to continue,” I joked.
Somehow, I didn’t think she was gonna take me seriously.
But, as I was quickly learning, Buffy Summers was just full of fuckin surprises. After leaning in for one last mind-blowing kiss, she started lazily dragging her tongue down my body.
She started at my jaw-line, then made sure to nibble and suck on my neck for awhile. Next thing I knew, she had a nipple in her mouth and was busy rubbing and tweaking the other one in her warm little hand.
Much like a pre-pubescent boy, that’s all it took. Sixty-seconds of her hot little mouth on my nipple and I was coming. She didn’t even get close to my pussy yet and I was already feelin satisfied.
She pulled her mouth off my achingly hard nipple and looked up at me through her eyelashes, arching an eyebrow at me.
“Did you just do what I think you did?” She asked.
Cue inappropriate blushing.
“Uhh, yeah, I guess I did, B,” I said sheepishly.
Wait a minute. There was no reason for me to feel awkward about that. Life would be good if everyone had spontaneous orgasms like that. I think there’d be a lot less angry people out there.
On that note: let’s give a big ‘Hell Yeah!’ to spontaneous orgasms!! HELL YEAH!!!
I guess that makes me a fuckin cheerleader now. Mmm . . . fucking cheerleaders. Wasn’t B a cheerleader? Oh man, that’s HOT.
Sorry, thought train. Right.
Anyhow, after B found out that I came without her even having to touch me, she laughed out loud.
“Oh, Faith. I can SO do better. I thought my first time with a girl would be more of a challenge than that.”
I smirked at her and waggled my eyebrows.
“So, you’ve thought about havin sex with girls then, huh?”
Yeah, it was her turn to blush then.
“Umm . . . only you. But, I always pictured it a little differently than how it happened two minutes ago,” she said with a wicked little grin.
That was a pleasant little revelation.
She thought about having sex with me before. Definitely made me feel like less of a perv for all the times I thought about fucking her senseless.
Far be it from me to stop her dreams from coming true. Yeah, I’m real giving like that.
Again, I smirked at her.
“Well, I’m pretty sure I don’t have any plans at the moment. Maybe ya wanna show me how that dream went, yeah?”
And with a huge grin on her face, she continued her descent down my body, kissing and licking and sucking every inch of flesh that she came in contact with. When I felt her pass my bellybutton, I knew that I’d be experiencing her hot and talented mouth on my pussy any second.
No sooner than I had the thought did I feel her tongue run up my dripping slit.
Holy Mary Mother of God.
She hadn’t even touched my clit yet and I felt like I was about to pop again. Maybe it was because I’d pictured havin sex with her for so long that my body was too excited. In hopes of tryin’ to hold off my oncoming orgasm for just a little longer, I grabbed a handful of bed sheets and gritted my teeth.
B musta sensed what I was tryin to do . . . and I think she was completely entertained by it. She lifted her head to look up and me and had this goofy grin on her face. Gently, she lowered her head back down and nudged my legs further apart with her hands, opening me up more so she could have her wicked way with me.
She inhaled real deep a few times before placing a kiss on my inner thigh . . . then the skin where my inner leg meets my crotch . . . then the top of my clean-shaven mound . . . and finally, right smack dab on my clit.
I hissed at the contact, but still, I was tryin’ to control myself.
But my little B knew exactly what she wanted and exactly what she was doing. I glanced down to catch her devious grin right before she took my clit in her mouth and started to suck on it.
She had an agenda: she was gonna make me come fast and hard.
Repeatedly, I think.
I clenched my eyes shut as my breath hitched in my throat. This. Was. Heaven.
There was no stopping the girly little squeal that escaped my throat when she started to flick her tongue over my hard clit as she continued to suck on it at the same time.
See, now this was where guys were different. They could get the sucking part down, and they could get the flicking part down, but they couldn’t do both at once. Nope, not at all. Not like Buffy was doing to me right then and there.
I made a conscious decision at that point: no more sex with guys. Ever. Strictly ladies for me from that point on.
No, fuck that. Strictly Buffy for me from that point on. There was no way that anyone else would ever be able to compare to her so there was no use tryin. My heart belonged to Buffy.
And apparently, my clit belonged to her too cos she wasn’t lettin up on it at all. So not complaining about that either. Shit, as long as she kept doing what she was doing, I didn’t care about anything else at all.
Not even a minute after she started, I felt myself startin to lose control. My tight grip on the sheets managed to tear them down the middle and I’m pretty sure that I was tasting blood in my mouth from biting my lip so hard.
As my stomach muscles tightened and my body trembled roughly from the orgasm running through me, Buffy changed up her method a little. She released my clit from the confines of her mouth and started to run her tongue flat against it, letting me ride out my orgasm in perfect comfort.
I lay there panting like mad, eyes still clenched shut as my body slowly stopped its trembling.
Not to brag or anything . . . but that was the most wicked powerful orgasm I’d ever had in my life, and I’ve had LOTS of sex, man. I’d say that you should try it sometime, but . . . yeah, I’m not about ready to share B with ya.
When I finished coming down from my orgasm, I was finally able to unclench my eyes. Blinking a few times to clear the stars I was seeing, I glanced down at B. She looked like the cat that got the canary . . . all proud smile and raised eyebrow.
“B . . .” I huffed out huskily, but she didn’t let me go on.
“Shhhhh,” she whispered. “I’m not done yet.”
With that said, she lowered her head to my dripping pussy yet again, this time licking away some of my juices. I coulda told her to wipe the wetness that was on her chin, but I was at a sudden loss for words as I felt her languidly licking along my folds.
Again with the heaven.
My clit started throbbing again, still supersensitive from her last encounter with it.
She shocked me again when she slowly pushed her tongue into my dripping hole and started rubbing my clit at the same with her thumb.
I was starting to wonder exactly if I was really the first girl B had been with, but I couldn’t even finish that thought as the ecstasy of the moment hit me.
Her little pink tongue suddenly felt large and thick, like it was filling me up completely. She started out working it in nice and slow, but she picked up the pace as the minutes progressed. Her thumb kept a constant motion on my clit . . . soft enough to make me crave more.
My body started writhing on the bed, arching up and conveniently pressing myself harder into her. Heh. Yeah, I know how to work it.
I half expected her to tease me . . . to back off the more I pushed into her. But, she didn’t. She was givin me exactly what I wanted . . . what I needed.
Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, she started doin this thing. She was kinda moaning, making her tongue hum with the vibrations. It was fuckin hot, and just enough to bring me to the point of orgasm.
“Oh god . . . oh, B . . . fuck,” I groaned out, surprisingly silent with the exception of a few moans, grunts, and hisses until that point.
My hips started to pump a little more furiously as my orgasm began to wash over me. I felt her hands grab onto my hips, tryin to steady me as she pulled her tongue from my cunt and started flicking at my clit again.
I was almost disappointed to feel the loss of her tongue inside, but her fingers quickly replaced it and began to work their own magic.
“OhgodOhgodOhgodOhgod!” I cried out, again clenching my eyes shut in fear that they’d shoot right the fuck outta my head if I didn’t.
When my third and final orgasm washed over me, I fell completely limp back onto the bed. I was panting so hard and I coulda swore that I was seein’ stars. I was completely spent. Heh. Apparently, it’s really hard to lay there and get worshipped, especially three kick-ass orgasms later.
I sighed contentedly, a smile playing across my lips as I felt B climbing up the bed and nestling herself along the side of my body. It all felt too good to be true. Fuck, it probably was. Naughty girls like me don’t end up happy, and we definitely don’t get the girl.
But I was too fuckin’ ecstatic to let anything bring me down at that point. Aliens coulda landed and took over, the moon coulda crashed into the sun; hell, an apocalypse coulda started and I still woulda thought it was a pretty damn good day.
So I lay there completely spent, B curled up against me and placing soft kisses on my arm and shoulder. Our legs were tangled up together and I came to the sudden realization that she musta taken her jeans off at some point in time. My mind was yelling for me to perk up and glance down at her goodies, but my body wouldn’t let me.
“Don’t worry . . . it’ll still be here in the morning,” she said jokingly, instantly knowing what I was thinkin about.
I didn’t let it show but I was so completely fuckin happy when she said that. It meant that she was stayin’ the night with me. It meant that I wouldn’t wake up alone feeling used and dirty. And I was fairly sure that it meant that she wasn’t having any regrets about what happened between us.
During my thoughts, she had leaned up on her elbow and was staring down at me with an amused look on her face. I was finally broken from my thoughts and looked up at her with my eyebrows furrowed.
“What?” I asked, wondering what was amusing her so much.
“Nothing,” she giggled. “You’re just adorable is all. Guess I’ve never gotten to see that side of you before. I’ve seen happy and sad, sultry and alluring, angry and more angry, but I’ve never seen cute and adorable. I like it.”
Before I could complain about being called cute and adorable her lips were on mine and she was sucking on my tongue.
Yeah, not fair. Way to throw a girl off: tongue sucking.
I pulled back slightly when I noticed a particular taste in her mouth . . . the taste of my pussy. It jarred me slightly. I couldn’t believe that I was tasting my pussy on Buffy Summers’ lips. In fact, I couldn’t believe that Buffy Summers had just fucked me and made me come three times. Apparently, the Powers that Be musta held a lotto on good fortune, and I was holding the winning ticket.
Heh . . . ‘all it takes is a dollar and a dream’, baby. Well, maybe not a dollar and a dream so much in this case. More like a giant worm demon and a boyfriend on the run.
Whatever. It all worked out in my favor anyways.
“You taste like me,” I murmured against her lips as I pulled her body closer to me.
“Pretty good, huh?” She asked, tickling my sides slightly and making me wriggle around a bit.
I giggled, finally making her pull away from my lips. She brushed the hair outta my face, her face only a few inches away from mine.
“Well, I don’t really know if it’s good, B. I don’t have much to compare it to at the minute. Maybe you can help me out with that part,” I said with a wicked grin.
Slayer stamina. Gotta love it. I was just about raring and ready to go again.
“Mmmm.” She mumbled as she lay her head back on my shoulder and closed her eyes. “Sleep first, eat later,” she finished with a smile, causing me to laugh aloud.
“You can count on it,” I said as I placed a chaste kiss on her forehead before swiftly falling asleep.
The morning came all too soon. I woke up completely wrapped up in Buffy. Her hair was covering me, her arms and legs were entwined with mine, and she was basically on top of me.
I’m pretty sure that it was the best possible way I could’ve ever imagined waking up. I guess that makes me a big ol’ sap, but I don’t fuckin care, man. If you were in my shoes . . . or rather, in my bed with her, you’d feel the same way.
I woke her up by placing a hundred tiny kisses all over her face. Girly, I know, but I guess she just brings that out in me.
Sex was probably the next thought that crossed my mind. I realized how intimate our position was and it was makin me wicked hot. Gently, I rolled her over and started kissing her really soft, but I stopped when I felt her hands gently pushing on my shoulders.
“Mmm, Faith,” she moaned. “If we start that, I’m never gonna leave.”
I kissed her a little deeper before I finally pulled my lips from hers and buried my face in her neck.
“That was kinda the plan,” I joked. As if she had never stopped me, I started kissin and sucking on her neck. Her skin tasted like a mixture of cherries and vanilla.
Made me want to eat her in more ways than one.
After about a minute of letting me have my naughty way, she finally pushed me back again.
“As much as I’d love to stay . . . my mom’s probably worried sick about me. I wouldn’t be surprised if she sent out Willow and Xander as a search party,” she said with a small amount of sadness in her voice. “I should probably go.”
She moved to get up out of bed so I let her go. If it was my choice, we’d stay in bed for days, completely naked, but I knew she was right. Joyce was probably worried sick and I didn’t wanna add to B’s oncoming grief.
I watched her as she walked around my room and picked up her clothes putting them on piece by piece as she found them.
Suddenly, a wave of fear hit me. What did the night we spent together mean to her? Was she my girlfriend? Was she gonna pretend it never happened? Was I supposed to be low-key or could I shout it out to the world?
“Hey, B,” I began, my voice slightly shaky. “So . . . what do we do now?”
She looked kinda confused.
“Umm, well . . . I’m gonna go home . . . shower, probably go back to bed for a while. You can go back to sleep too . . . I know it’s kinda early for you. Hey . . . if you’re hungry, I’ll run across the street and pick up some pastries and coffee for you.”
Thoughtful as she was, it wasn’t exactly the answer I was looking for.
As she leaned over to pull on her shoes, I grabbed onto her hand and pulled her into a sitting position next to me.
“That’s not what I was talking about. I mean . . . where do we go from here? Last night was . . . well, it was pretty fuckin fantastic. I loved holding you against me and just having you here with me. Was it . . . was this a one-time deal?” I asked shyly, turning my head down.
She paused for a minute before putting her finger under my chin and tilting my head back up, placing a feather-light kiss on my lips.
“I don’t really know where to go from here,” she said honestly.
I just about felt my heart break. But then she continued.
“But I do know that being in your arms? It felt right. Like I was supposed to be in them.” She paused again, thinking over her words. “I don’t think that I’m at a point where I can be defining things because my life is in such disarray right now. But . . . I don’t want this to be a one time thing.”
I couldn’t help the huge smile that popped up on my face.
“Really?” I asked excitedly.
“Really,” she answered back with a smile. “But . . .”
Oh jesus. Not the but. Anything but the but.
“ . . . I don’t wanna make big with the publicity. I’m definitely not ready for all that. Can this just be between you and me? At least for now?”
Well, that wasn’t too much to ask. I could understand her wanting to be low-key for a while. Like she said, her life was in a pretty big state of chaos then. All she needed was the drama of introducing something like this to her friends and family. I didn’t wanna add to the mess, so I shamelessly agreed to keep things quiet.
“Yeah, that’s fine with me B. But, there’s just one more thing: there’ll be more sex, right?” I added with a devious grin.
A grin popped up on her face that matched mine perfectly.
“Well, duh,” she said as she closed the distance between us and kissed me hungrily.
It didn’t take much convincing for me to have her completely naked and writhing under me again as I made her come like a freight train.
But, I did make her call her mom first.
I’m considerate like that.
At about noon, she was dressed again and walkin out my door. I was sad to see her go, but I was in definite need of a good nap.
As the door closed behind her, I buried my face in the pillow she had been using, inhaling deeply to soak up her remaining scent.
I was so completely wrapped up in her and things were looking as if they were gonna work out. I just had to be patient and show some self-restraint.
I guess it just sucks that two of my weaknesses are a lack of patience and a lack of self-restraint. Oh yeah, and let’s not forget my weakness for cute blondes that make me come harder than I ever have in my life.
I fell asleep with a big-ass goofy grin on my face. For once in my life . . . I was almost perfectly happy, and things were looking up.
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