Lessons in Passion
by The Bear
Third in the 'Educating Willow' series
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Part 1- Anticipation
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Willow sat through science class, squirming in her seat, trying to find a position that didn't irritate her reddened cheeks. She wasn't in agony or anything; it's just that sitting for very long in one position caused the skin on her sore bum to burn. If anything, it was more annoying that every time she felt the burn, she could feel herself getting wet as she remembered what had caused that stinging warmth.
Then, there was the delicious soreness between her legs- caused by her inner muscles having been stretched out for the first, and second, time in her whole life just last night and this morning. She had been hoping for a third time after her spanking, but Giles had told her she hadn't earned it yet. God! She flushed with arousal at the thought.
She also blushed hotly every time Buffy or Xander asked why she was fidgeting. She could hardly tell them it was because she had spent the morning having sex and getting her ass spanked till it was bright red, now could she? She just said that it must be because of how she slept. When pressed, she added that she had been so exhausted that she passed out on the couch- never making it to her bed.
Not *too* far from the truth.
Xander seemed satisfied with the answer, but Buffy was suspicious. Willow was thankful that she had some spare clothes in her gym locker. No way Buffy would have ever bought it if she showed up for school wearing the remains of her Eskimo costume.
She had managed to slip out of the library and make it to the girl's locker room undetected during first period. After a quick shower and pulling her hair into a braid, she was just in time for her second period class. One which she shared with neither Xander nor Buffy; giving her a much-needed reprieve from questions. She wasn't able to calm down entirely, however. Giles had said she would think of this morning every time she sat down, and he was right! Every restless squirm or twitch brought a sharp reminder of her lover's hand against her bum.
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She had initially feared the idea of being spanked, she'd wailed out a piteous, “No, please, no!” when Giles had untied her from his desk and commanded her to lie across his lap on the couch. Not that she had disobeyed! She did exactly as instructed, she just begged as she did it.
Willow had made a decision to submit herself to Giles- to allow him to command her every pleasure, and pain. Such was a condition of their continued relationship- he needed to be the dominant in the relationship. He asked her to trust him to see to her pleasure, and she had agreed. She wouldn't back out now, despite her fear.
As she lay across his lap, trembling, he had leaned close to her and whispered, “Do you trust me, Pet?
She nodded her head, her trust in him greater than, though not eliminating, her fear.
“I need you to say it, pet,” he continued
With the barest whimper, Willow said, “I trust you.”
“Sir.” Giles prompted.
“I trust you, Sir.” Willow answered with a hitch in her breath.
“That's good, pet,” Giles said as he began to rub his hand over the smooth, silky skin of Willow's perfect little ass. “Oh, and from now on, you will address me as ‘Sir.' The only exception being when we are in a public situation where it might draw unwanted attention. Do you understand, pet?”
Willow nodded her head vigorously, becoming extremely turned on, not only by his touch, but also by his commanding words. Yes, Sir!” she groaned as she felt herself becoming wet again already. She could feel the length of Giles arousal pressing into her belly as she lay on his lap, and realized how excited he was by this as well.
Giles started slowly, the first strike barely stinging. He had left the blindfold on her for the same reason he had started so lightly- he wanted her to forget the fear, shut out the surrounding world, and lose herself in the experience. He wanted her to feel the moment of skin on skin contact and the sharp sensation attached to it, followed by the slow burn as the sting spread out through the flesh, and finally the inherent heat as the blood engorged the skin, reddening it beautifully.
Willow felt the first gentle spank and the accompanying light sting- not at all painful. Her fear began to diminish as her arousal began to rise.
By the fifth rise and fall of Giles hand, Willow was feeling a delicious burning sensation after each strike. She could also feel the heat rising off of her flesh when Giles rubbed and petted her between blows.
By the tenth, Giles had started to apply some real force to the blows; however, Willow was so incredibly aroused that she could barely feel it. When he commanded her to stand up, she was afraid her knees would give out, she badly needed for him to grant her release.
Giles looked down at the glaring wetness staining his trouser leg and said, “Look at what you've done to me, pet.”
Willow hesitantly slipped off the blindfold, and her eyes trailed down to the large wet spot on Giles leg. She was embarrassed and yet, still very aroused. She didn't know what to say.
Giles stood up and walked behind the teen, casually dragging his palm across the erect nipples on her beautiful breasts, eliciting yet another cry of arousal from her.
“Please, Sir!” she whimpered.
“No.” Giles responded simply.
Willow almost cried out loud. As it was, she was unable to restrain a soft moan of despair at his reply.
“I'm afraid I'll have to punish you for staining my trousers, pet. Though I shall enjoy carrying the scent of your arousal with me all morning, I do have to put up with a wet, sticky mess. Also, I shall have to tell everyone whom I see, that I was clumsy and spilled tea on my lap.” Giles rubbed his hand over the girl's fiercely reddened backside, causing her to gasp loudly as he continued, “Therefore, your punishment shall be twofold; first, you will go to class aroused and unsatisfied, and every time you sit down you shall be reminded of your spanking this morning. Secondly, you will have to earn your release.”
Willow was trembling with denied passion and she whimpered, “How do I do that, Sir?”
Giles stood before her, fully dressed in the face of her nudity, and took her hand. Placing it against his tweed-clad erection, he explained, “You will come back to me during your free period, and I shall begin your education in the skills for pleasuring a man. Specifically, you will have your first lesson in giving oral pleasure. If you show me the proper enthusiasm and willingness to learn, I shall reward you.”
Despite her own, ‘unresolved issue' she virtually bounced in anticipation. “Oh yes, Sir! I love to learn!” she said with a twinkle in her eye.
Giles laughed out loud at that. “Get dressed, pet. Then go clean yourself up and get to class. I imagine I will see you at lunch with Buffy and Xander?”
Willow shivered at the thought of being in the presence of her lover while trying to hide the new relationship from her friends. “Yes Sir,” she said.
Giles leaned down to Willow and caught her lips in a sweet, gentle kiss- lasting several seconds. Breaking the kiss and seeing the girl with eyes closed and head tilted back- a dreamy smile gracing her glistening lips- he smiled and said, “You are such a dear pet. Now, off to class.”
Willow hastened to comply while Giles took in the delectable sight of watching the girl get dressed. While not as nice as the opposite, it was nonetheless a pleasure to watch. As she was about to leave the office, she turned to him and said, “Sir?”
“Yes, pet?”
Willow blushed and ducked her eyes momentarily before meeting his questioning gaze. “Thank you, Sir. For all… for everything.”
Giles just smiled and nodded.
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The stinging had mostly stopped by lunchtime. Now, Willow had to fight off the cranky mood that was resulting from her unfulfilled desire. Giles had said to savor the anticipation, and she was trying. One unanticipated side effect, however, was that it made her somewhat easily irritated.
One way she found to effectively combat that irritation, was to think about what she was going to be doing during her free period. In just thirty minutes, Giles was going to teach her how to use her mouth to give him pleasure.
She wasn't entirely clueless; she did have the Internet, after all. She had a healthy curiosity about sex, as did most people her age. Unlike most people her age, she could also hack virtually any Website she cared to. As a result, she had seen pictures and movies of just about any and every sex act known to man. Admittedly, she had shut many off before seeing more than a few seconds- she didn't care for animal sex or anything involving the human excretory system. She couldn't imagine how people could enjoy some of that stuff.
She also didn't understand how people could enjoy being hurt, badly. She had enjoyed her spanking this morning- very much! Which had come as a surprise, but she had seen some stuff that was pretty brutal and had to shut it off immediately. She trusted Giles not to actually hurt her, though.
She tried to imagine what it was going to feel like, having Giles… Cock… in her mouth. She blushed furiously at the thought. She blushed just thinking the word ‘cock' let alone thinking of putting it in her mouth.
There, of course was a downside to this line of thinking. It mitigated her easy irritation, but led to blushing, which led to…
“What's wrong, Willow?” Buffy asked, concerned that her best friend was all flushed and sweaty again. “Are you sure you're ok? Maybe you're coming down with something.”
Willow was a terrible liar, and- combined with her sexual frustration at the moment- she almost said what was on the surface of her mind: “No, Buffy. I'm just thinking about how I'm going to be sucking Giles' cock in about half an hour.”
That made her blush even harder, then she pictured Buffy's face if she actually said that. She began giggling, unable to restrain herself.
Buffy and Xander looked at each other helplessly and then back at Willow, who was just then regaining control over her mirth. “Dammit Giles!” she thought, resorting to uncharacteristic language, even in her own thoughts. “If you're trying to drive me crazy, it's working.”
Xander, being Xander, made a not-entirely well-timed joke, “I know! Maybe…” He leaned his head toward Willow as though demonstrating concern, “Is it *that* time of the month, Wills?”
Buffy saved Willow the trouble by punching him lightly on the arm, “Xander!” she said in that voice that clearly conveyed the fact that she felt his comment to be inappropriate.
Of course, a light hit from a slayer is equivalent to a fairly decent punch from your average boxer.
Xander turned to Buffy, his laughter dying on his lips and said, “Ok, OW!” Standing up and rubbing his arm, he said in his pouty voice, “I'm gonna go get a soda.” And walked off toward the soda machine, rubbing his arm.
As soon as he was out of earshot, Buffy leaned forward conspiratorially and demanded, “Ok Will, spill!”
Willow felt trapped, she couldn't lie to Buffy, it just wasn't in her. As she was about to confess the truth, she had an epiphany. It would be embarrassing enough to cover for her behavior, shocking enough that maybe Buffy would keep it to herself, and it was even the truth, without being the whole truth.
Looking around, nervously, she leaned in close to Buffy and whispered, “I've been having sexy day-dreams all morning.”
Buffy didn't think that was too shocking, and asked, “About Xander?”
Willow shook her head and said, “No. I've been fantasizing about Giles.”
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Part 2- Service
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“Giles!?” Buffy yelped- stunned to hear her best friend admit that she had been fantasizing about her watcher.
Willow ducked her head and blushed, but she couldn't restrain the teeth-baring grin on her face. She nodded her head.
“As in, my Watcher Giles? The Tweed Avenger?” Buffy asked, still goggling.
Willow continued to blush strongly, but her smile became somewhat dreamy as she remembered him stroking her body with the glove that morning. God! She was getting wet again, just thinking about it. She started deliberately squirming in her seat, seeking to recapture the burning sensation from her spanking that morning.
To say that Buffy was surprised would be like saying LA was smoggy. It wasn't untrue, but it didn't really convey the extent of the situation. She might have thought that Willow was pulling her leg, but Willow didn't really joke like that, especially not about sex-stuff. Plus Willow seemed to be fantasizing about him again, by the look on her face.
She noticed Willow's slack jaw, glazed eyes and the fact that she was squirming against the chair. She smiled with serious amusement, as her eyes widened about as far as they could go. “Wow- that must be a really good fantasy, Will,”
Willow snapped out of her daze and saw Buffy's smile and stare. She immediately dropped her eyes to her lap- unable to meet her friend's gaze. “Yeah…” she mumbled.
Buffy laughed. “You realize I'm going to have to tease you about this, Don'tcha Will?”
Willow mock pouted. “Meanie!” she accused.
About then Willow noticed Xander coming back. Then she noticed Buffy noticing Xander coming back- and she had a smirk on her face and a calculating look. Willow's eyes got wide and she leaned close in to Buffy and begged, “Oh! No! Don't! Please, you can't! I'll die! I- I'll never be able to show my face around him again!”
Seeing the redhead on the verge of a full blown panic attack, Buffy relented her teasing, slightly. She said, “After school, you and I are going to talk, girl. I want juicy fantasy details!”
Willow was torn, could she? Without spilling the proverbial beans? “And what proverb has beans in it anyway?” she wondered. “And what does spilling them have to do with anything?”
Willow hadn't answered Buffy's demand by the time Xander got back to the table, so she decided to get one little dig in, “Hey Xander, Willow was just telling me about her…”
Willow jumped to her feet, interupting Buffy with a loud, “OK!”
Xander leaned back, brows raised in surprise at his best friend's unusual behavior.
Buffy just smirked.
Willow stuttered, “Ok! I-I- I have to… I have to…” she looked around wildly for a moment, then grabbed her books and clutched them to her chest. Starting off slowly she said, “I have to go… now… and help Giles. I'm supposed to help him with some study… research… stuff.”
Xander's eyes darted back and forth between his two friends. Willow was just standing there after her declaration and Buffy had a big grin on her face. Xander once again raised both eyebrows and lifted his hands in a sort of shrugging gesture, saying, “Sooo… go. Not stoppin' ya, Wills.”
Willow acted as if she had just realized she was still standing there. She said, “Oh! Ok… I will!” and spun around and walked quickly away.
Buffy couldn't resist calling after her, “Be good, Willow.”
Xander looked at Buffy with confusion. “Ok, what was *that* all about?”
Buffy just smiled enigmatically and, smirking again at the thought of how she knew something secret about Willow, said, “Inside joke.”
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Willow hurried into the library, flushed and excited. She was torn between embarrassment, humor, and arousal after her discussion with Buffy. Well, actually the arousal part had been with her all day, but the rest… She was laughing still at the look on Buffy's face when she told her she was fantasizing about Giles. At the same time, she was embarrassed that Buffy thought she had been fantasizing about Giles.
Not that she hadn't been thinking of Giles that way, but she didn't really count it as fantasizing, more like remembering and anticipating. The memories of this morning and last night were like a fantasy come true, and she was breathless with anticipation of what was about to happen this afternoon. Every time she imagined Giles teaching her how to please him with her mouth, she got all tingly down between her legs.
She noticed that Giles was sitting in his office, writing in a journal. She watched him for a moment, enjoying the sight of her lover at work. She felt her arousal build even higher. She had been wet and ready all day and she wanted desperately to throw herself at his feet and beg him to take her, to ease this ache that was inside her.
Greater than her need for release, however, was her desire to please this man, to repay him- even if only a little bit- for his affection. He had collected the broken pieces of her heart into his hands and put them back together for her. He had proven to her that she wasn't the desperately pathetic looser she imagined herself to be.
So, she forced herself to stand there and just look at him, trying to learn the lesson of anticipation he wanted to teach her. She watched his hands as he wrote, strong hands, lean fingers. She remembered the warmth she felt when those fingers stroked her skin, the heat when he brought them down firmly against the supple flesh of her bottom.
She watched his fingers till they bracketed his lips as they pursed in apparent thought. His lips… she remembered the feel of them on her body, kissing her skin as he teased her with the mink glove, suckling at her nipples. She shivered when she saw his tongue dart out briefly to moisten his lips. She remembered the feel of his tongue against her most intimate flesh. Her breath caught as she felt her juices saturating her panties, and imagined his tongue lapping them up, drinking down her passion.
Within moments, Willow's entire body was vibrating with arousal. She couldn't restrain herself any longer- she had to have contact with Giles. She wanted his touch… she needed it.
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Giles was updating his watcher chronicle. He didn't have much to add, but he was trying to distract himself while he waited for Willow to arrive. He had denied himself this morning, just as he had denied Willow's release. He had already learned the joys of anticipation, but it had been ages since he had tasted it this sharply.
While he was able to keep his exterior demeanor even, inside he was verily chomping at the bit. It had taken a painful hour of mental distraction before he was able to get his erection to subside. God! He had wanted to take her that morning. She was so flushed and beautiful after he finished spanking her. It literally caused him pain to let her leave his side- his entire body ached to sink into her hot wet flesh. Fortunately, he had managed to mask his discomfort from the girl; and she was certainly distracted by her own unsatisfied state.
He wanted her to feel the heat of her inflamed skin against any surface she sat upon, the hours of arousal- aching for satisfaction. That would make her even more motivated to learn the next lesson; service. He would teach her how to satisfy him with her mouth and hands, eventually, she would learn to take all of him in her mouth and throat. He felt his erection returning with some force at the image; him holding her head steady with his hands as he slid all the way in to that lovely mouth, her eyes looking up, locked on his own- her cute little nose buried in his pubic hair. Then, he would slowly withdraw, his long member coated in her saliva…
Giles was about to lean back and give in to the fantasy when a knock at the door caused him to jerk upright in his chair and spin around to see the very object of his desire staring hungrily at him through the window of his door.
Giles took just a moment to compose himself before waving for her to enter. It was important that he maintain his restraint through this session. He knew it would be the easiest thing in the world for him to lose control and take her with an animalistic fury. From the look in her eye, she would probably welcome it.
However, he could hardly expect his pet to learn the lessons he had planned for her if he himself was unable to maintain his own discipline. So it was that he appeared placid and calm as he rose to meet her. Only the erection tenting his trousers gave any indication of his true feelings.
Willow stared at his erection, unconsciously licking her suddenly dry lips in hungry anticipation. Her fear of this act- only because she had never done it before and desperately wanted to please and satisfy him- was overwhelmed by her desire. She wanted to do this, and do it well, so that she could earn her own release.
Seeing Willow lick her lips as she stared at the obvious bulge in his pants nearly did him in. He needed to move this forward quickly while he still had mastery of all his faculties.
“You're early, pet. Couldn't wait?” he asked lightly.
Willow forced her eyes down to the floor and answered in a breathy voice, “No, Sir. I- I couldn't wait any longer. I…” her voice faded out.
Giles smiled gently, “It's all right, pet. I didn't say you couldn't be here early.”
Willow almost cried in relief, having for a moment the horrible thought that she might incur further punishment for failing to wait long enough. “Thank you Sir!”
Giles moistened his own dry lips and there was a barely discernable huskiness to his voice as he instructed, “Lock the door and close the blinds, pet”
Willow responded with, “Oh! Yes Sir!” as she spun around and fulfilled his instructions with all due haste.
Giles made his way to the couch and sat down heavily, sprawling out, his erection pressing hard against his zipper, almost to the point of pain. He gestured towards the bulge and said, “See what you do to me? Just thinking of you, let alone seeing you, causes me to react like this.” He focused on her eyes, commanding, “Look at me, pet. Do you know why I react this way?”
Willow once again licked her lips, and answered, “No Sir, why?”
Every time she licked her lips Giles felt a spike of arousal straight to his cock. He almost groaned out loud at her sweet voice as she sought his validation. “You are beautiful, Willow. Sexy, and sweet and… amazing. I want you every time I see you.”
Willow blushed hotly at the compliment- more so because she could hear the earnestness in his voice. Just yesterday she had felt utterly unwanted. Right now, standing fully dressed in front of her amazing lover- seeing the way his body reacted to her presence- she felt like the most alluring woman on the planet. That was a gift that she fully intended to repay.
“Enough waiting!” Giles thought. “Take off your clothes, Pet,” he instructed, adding- “Do it slowly… I want to savor the anticipation just a little more.”
Willow smiled broadly, the tip of her tongue showing between her teeth. “Finally!!” she shouted in her head.
Giles watched in wonder as she began opening her shirt, her hands shaking at each button. He said, “Tell me how you felt today, pet. Tell me what it was like- how… you savored the anticipation.”
Willow's breath caught slightly at his low, rumbling tone. She so loved his sexy accent! She was nearing the last button, and toed off her shoes, kicking them aside as she began to fulfil his request. “It was just as you said, Sir. I couldn't sit without feeling the heat from my spanking this morning. It made me wet every time I sat down- no matter how I shifted or squirmed, I couldn't escape it.”
She slipped her shirt down off of her shoulders, catching it behind her back and setting it aside on his desk. She made sure to put the shirt at one end so she would have enough room to lay down on it. She noticed that it was cleared of everything but the journal Giles had been writing in and she hoped that meant she would be making love on it again soon.
She continued to speak as she unbuttoned her jeans, leaving her bra on for now, “It felt really good, even though it was uncomfortable.” She paused as she was about to slip her jeans down her hips, “That doesn't really make sense…”
“Turn around and slide them down with your hands, pet.” Giles instructed. He quickly added, “Slowly, pet. All the way to the floor.”
Willow looked back over her shoulder and smiled. “Yes Sir,” she said as she complied. She felt a thrill go through her when Giles couldn't restrain a gasp at the sight of her bent over, her ass up in the air.
Giles gasped when he saw the state she was in. Her panties were absolutely soaked with her desire and the outline of her lips was clearly visible against the wet fabric. He could feel his cock throbbing in time with his heartbeat. “Panties as well, pet; the same way.” He instructed hoarsely.
Though Giles couldn't see it, Willow's smile could have lit up a room. She was so proud that she was effecting him; that she- shy little mouse who nobody looked twice at- had this sexy man panting with desire.
Giles couldn't even speak, the sight of those drenched curls, framing wet, pink lips… It took his breath away.
Willow maintained that position, taking the time to remove her socks and giving Giles a good show- her hips wiggling back and forth as she took them off. Then she stood back up and turned around, facing Giles once again. Her amazing smile firmly in place as she took in the sight of her lover's eyes, half lidded and smoky with desire. She removed the last remaining garment, tossing her bra onto the pile at the end of his desk.
It took Giles a moment to recover his voice before he whispered in awe, “You are a vision, pet, a work of art so lovely that you defy description.” He gestured for her to come closer.
Willow's face was shining with joy as Giles told her how wonderful she looked. The look on his face, not to mention the bulge in his pants, reinforced her feelings that she was sexy and desirable.
Giles was amazed at how quickly Willow was advancing. She already seemed entirely comfortable being naked in front of him, even to the point of adding a bit of a swish to her hips as she stalked across the room to him. He wanted her to feel alluring and beautiful, and apparently it was working!
“On your knees, pet,” he instructed.
Willow whispered, “Yes, Sir,” as she kneeled before him, her hands stroking his tweed-clad thighs unbidden.
“I want you to feel it; stroke me over my pants, pet.” Giles instructed.
Willow reached up and tentatively rubbed the palm of her hand over the bulge in Giles trousers, marveling at the feel of it's hardness, the pressure up against the zipper of his pants, like it was straining to get out.
“Take my shoes off, pet.”
“Of course,” she thought. “Can't get the pants off with the shoes still on.”
“Unbuckle my trousers, pet, then undo the fly.” His whisper was strained, his voice filled with ardent desire.
Willow gulped nervously. She was still a little bit frightened, but she wanted this so badly. Her hands shook as she unbuckled his belt and undid the hook. She let out a ragged moan as she unzipped the fly; his cotton encased erection rising up out of the pants as she lowered the zipper.
Giles sighed with relief as his cock was released from the confinement of his trousers. His imprisonment had been becoming quite painful. He lifted his hips slightly and instructed her to remove his trousers entirely. As she pulled them off of his feet, he removed his shirt and tossed it aside.
When she looked back up all that remained was a pair of plaid boxer shorts between her and the goal she had been dreaming about all day. She reached up for the waistband when he stopped her. She looked up into his eyes, worried that she might have done something wrong.
“Tell me what you want to do, pet,” he instructed quietly, his eyes burning into her own.
“I- I want…” she began nervously.
“Say it, pet.”
She squared her shoulders and put on her resolve face, saying, “I want to please you, Sir.”
“How, pet? How do you want to please me?”
She blushed but didn't avert her gaze as she said, “I want to… I want to suck you, Sir.” Gathering her last ounce of courage she made it more plain, “Sir, I want to suck your cock!”
Giles gulped a little himself and said, “How could I deny you, pet?” He released her hand and again lifted his hips so she could ease the elastic over his throbbing member and down his legs.
Though she had had it inside her twice, this was the first opportunity she had to really examine her lover's cock. It was long and thick, with veins texturing the surface. She could see them pulsate in time with his heart beat. The mushroom shaped head was engorged almost purple, and there was a glistening drop of fluid weeping out of the hole at the tip.
Giles instructed her in what to do, and she eagerly followed along- gently stroking the length of him, exploring the surface with her fingers. He almost bucked out of his seat when she ran the tip of her thumb all around the ridge of the head.
She marveled at the feel, like baby-soft skin stretched over an iron bar. She got wetter and wetter as she played. She rubbed her face against him like a cat nuzzling its master.
He directed her to kiss and lick her way up the underside to the head, and she caught that fat drop of liquid on the tip of her tongue.
She savored the taste, just a little bitter and slightly salty, but not at all abhorrent, and the groan Giles made when he watched her do it sent a sharp bolt of heat to her already dripping center.
At his direction she ran her tongue all over the head of his cock like it was a big lollypop, until it was slick with a combination of her saliva and his pre-cum. Then she slowly slid her mouth over it, her lips carefully insulating it from her teeth.
Giles instructed her to slowly take him in as far as she could. She didn't make it even half way before she gagged slightly.
Giles was quick to reassure her, telling her not to go farther than that for now. He directed her to stroke the lower part with her hand, and to begin moving up and down with her head. At his command, she swished her tongue back and forth along the underside as she bobbed up and down.
She continued this for several moments, taking great pleasure of her own at the sounds he was making, when suddenly he gave a strangled gasp and told her to stop. She froze, thinking she had done something wrong, afraid she might have hurt him. When she made to release him, he quickly said, “No!”
Giles focused on his breathing, until the feeling had subsided enough to speak. “I'm just about to cum, Willow,” he said, looking down into her suddenly wide eyes. “Listen very carefully, and if you don't loose a drop, I will give you your reward.”
Following his instructions carefully, Willow pulled back until just the head of Giles cock was in her mouth. Sucking hard, she swabbed the underside with her tongue as she pumped his shaft with her hand. She tilted her head back so she could maintain eye contact, and so the spray would hit the roof of her mouth, rather than directly into her throat.
She saw Giles straining to keep his eyes open as she desperately sucked him. Finally she saw his eyes roll back in their sockets and she felt his cock pulse in her hand as the first stream of hot cum washed into her mouth, rapidly filling the available space and dribbling a little bit over her lips before she could swallow it.
“Oh, God, Keep pumping, pet!” Giles said in a strangled voice.
Willow pumped harder as three more hard spurts filled her mouth. She swallowed each before she could lose any more.
Giles moan was loud enough that it could be heard all the way out in the hall. Fortunately; the only ones in the hall at that moment were Cordelia and her groupies, and they were all far too fascinated with their own conversation to notice anything else.
Giles recovered and looked down at Willow as he pulled his deflating member from her. The sight of his slick cock pulling out of that sweet mouth, a single drop of his cum dripping down her lip, was the single most erotic sight he could imagine at that moment. He saw her pink tongue sweep out and capture the spilled fluid, drawing it back into her mouth and then watched as she visibly swallowed it down. All he could do was groan in appreciation. He thought he could die a happy man now.
Willow smiled enormously and anxiously asked, “Did I please you, Sir?”
Giles moaned in appreciation and rasped, “Good Lord, pet. You were amazing.” Looking into her eyes he said, “You were perfect.”
Willow bounced with elation, “Thank you, Sir!”
Giles smiled slyly and said, “And, you didn't miss a drop…”
Willow's eyes widened in extreme excitement and she whispered, “You mean…”
Giles sat up and said, “Yes, pet. You have definitely earned your reward.”
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Part 3- Affection
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Willow was on her way to Giles apartment. She was both nervous and eager. This was going to be her first time at Giles place, alone, since they had begun their relationship. Since that terrible, wonderful night two Friday's ago, her days had been a whirlwind of activity- between school and research and spending time with Buffy and Xander so they didn't get suspicious. She had reflected on the past two weeks as she walked to his house.
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A great deal of time was spent, of course, on her new ‘lessons' as Giles had taken to calling them. She had practiced her lessons with great vigor, to both Giles' and her own delight. So far she had learned Discipline, Anticipation and Service.
Discipline usually took the form of a spanking, which she adored. She made sure she had some infraction or other from the previous day to tell Giles about just so he could say those wonderful words; “You've been naughty, Pet!”
She would savor each strike of Giles hand as a unique and delicious event. Never too hard, but always delivered so that the impact was spread over a large area. Giles was a master at this- he had never left even the faintest bruise to her creamy flesh- just the wonderful reddening of the skin and a delightful burning sting.
The sting of contact- a brief but powerful sensation as her nerves reacted to the impact. The loud, sharp sound of a properly delivered blow. The way the sting would ripple out from the area of impact, causing a shiver of sensation to the surrounding area. Then the sting would fade and be replaced with a slow burn as the blood rushed to the area, reddening the skin and suffusing the flesh with its heat. She loved each moment.
Before Giles, Willow could never have imagined that she would look forward to a spanking, but she did! Every morning she would wake up with a smile on her face as she rushed to get ready and raced her way to school, wanting to be sure to get there early enough. She didn't even need her alarm clock any more.
The last weekend had been terrible torture to her, as her parents had been home, and she hadn't been able to get her morning spanking. She'd been cranky all day, and it had taken a great effort not to snap at her mother every time she asked what was wrong.
Her lessons in service were going well- Giles always praised her for how quickly she was learning to deep-throat him. Giles had been amazed Wednesday morning when she paused in the middle of servicing him and slowly slid him to the back of her throat- as far as she had ever gone at that time- and then relaxed and pushed down until the head popped past the muscle and into her esophagus. She had only been able to maintain it for a moment before she needed to back off of him, lest she gag, but he had been so amazed and excited by it that he came the moment she slipped his head out of her throat and back into her mouth. She could now take him all the way down pretty easily, but was still having trouble in letting him stroke in and out when he was that deep. “I'm getting better though!” she thought proudly. She hadn't told Giles, but she had taken to shopping the produce section for a zucchini or cucumber that was roughly the appropriate size, and then practiced on it at night before bed.
The lesson she both hated and loved the most was Anticipation. After her morning spanking and a lesson in Service, Giles would send her to class horny and unsatisfied. He told her she not only needed to learn to enjoy the anticipation, but to be able to function with no one else detecting her aroused state. She had gotten good enough that she even fooled him yesterday.
When she and Xander and Buffy had stopped by the library before lunch, he had asked her to stay back a moment while the others went to the lunchroom. He beckoned her up onto the stacks, ostensibly to see a particular book. When they were out of sight, he had pulled her against him, front to back, and whispered in her ear, “You don't seem excited to see me, pet. Is anything wrong?”
“No Sir,” she had said while taking his hand and guiding it up her skirt to feel her sopping panties. She smiled as he moaned at the touch. And said, “I've been practicing at hiding it, Sir.”
Giles had been so pleased with her advancement that he granted her a reward right there, stroking her until she came, and then letting her lick the residue off of his fingers. She had never imagined that her own taste could be so pleasurable to her. She did still blush whenever he had her do that though- it seemed so wanton, so wicked! It also served to crank her arousal back up to high, so that she would be ready for him after lunch.
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Now Willow was standing before the door to his home. As she knocked on the door, she recalled their earlier conversation. She had just finished practicing her oral skills, and Giles was still recovering.
It gave her a thrill to do this for him, not only because she knew she would be rewarded for a job well done, but because it made her feel really good to be able to affect him so strongly. She was his sub, but when she had him in her mouth and hands like that, she felt a degree of control. She was causing him to react as she wished; eliciting a particular moan when she would make a certain caress with her tongue against the ridge of his head, causing him to grunt when she began to rub along his perineum with saliva slicked fingers as she twisted her other hand back and forth around him while stroking his member. He was putty in her hands, to be shaped as she wished. She could make him cum in under four minutes, or she could stretch it out for as long as twenty.
When he had recovered, he smiled warmly at her, telling her what a good job she had done. For servicing him so well he gave her her second favorite reward. He had her crawl up on his lap and lean back against his chest. He then stroked her body with his hands while kissing her neck and nibbling her ears. He used the fingers of one hand to tantalize her dripping sweetness- often bringing his hand up for one of them to taste her honey- the other toyed with her soft breasts, torturing her nipples with a combination of barely-there touches, and strong twists and pulls. She never knew what was going to happen next and the anticipation spiked her arousal to the point that it only took a very few minutes to bring her to climax. He always covered her mouth to muffle her scream of release.
As she came down from her ecstasy, he whispered in her ear, asking if her parents were in town this weekend. When she told him they weren't he invited her to stay with him.
And so, here she was, on the cusp of her first ‘overnighter' with her new lover- she didn't count their first night together where they had collapsed together on the couch in his office. That was unplanned and resulted from physical and emotional exhaustion, rather than any romantic notions.
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Giles took one last look in the mirror as he heard the knock on the door. “Do you know what you are doing?” he asked himself. Of course it was far too late for second thoughts. He was on hundredth thoughts by now. There were so very many reasons not to pursue this relationship, but in the end, the pure love and joy he had for this redheaded angel overshadowed them all.
He hoped she would enjoy this weekend- it was time for a new lesson or two.
Willow's eyes lit up the moment he opened the door to her. Just the sight of her Dear Sir was enough make her happy- and horny. She recognized her Pavlovian response for what it was, but didn't care enough to change it. He made her feel things she never dreamed of before, and she was perfectly willing to trade some of her sexual freedom for it. Besides, before Giles her sexual freedom had amounted to the freedom to be alone and unwanted.
“Good Evening, Sir.” She said, dropping to her knees before him as soon as the door was closed behind them. “Thank you for inviting me into your home.”
Giles couldn't help but smile. His young pupil had taken to the training so enthusiastically! “Stand up, Willow,” he said.
Willow was confused, but stood up immediately. “He doesn't call me Willow when we're alone,” she thought with some consternation.
Giles reached out his hand and cupped her cheek. “Have I told you how proud I am of you, Willow?” he asked, the approval clear in his voice.
Willow nuzzled his hand, her eyes closing in pleasure as she basked in his praise. “Yes, Sir, you have. It makes me feel warm all over, when you tell me that.”
“Well, I am proud of you. You are a natural submissive, Willow. You amaze me with the trust you place in me. Most people wouldn't be strong enough to face their fears and accept the freedom and pleasure that can be derived from submission.” Giles paused just to enjoy the vision of his angel blushing so prettily. After a moment, he said, “I'd like to do something different tonight, Willow. A new lesson if you will.”
Willow almost bounced on her feet in excitement. “Of course, Sir! I am yours to do with as you wish!” she said with a teeth-baring grin- the kind that made him tighten in his pants with arousal.
Giles took a step closer to the object of his desire, dropping his hand from her face and trailing it down her neckline, between her breasts, and to her flat little belly. Relishing the harshly drawn breath and dilated eyes that indicated his love's arousal, he said, “You are mine, Willow. But tonight, I am going to remind you that I am equally yours. Tonight's lesson is affection. For the rest of this evening, you may act and react as you wish. No permission needed.”
Anything else Giles might have wanted to say was cut off when Willow stepped up against his body and pulled his head down into a passionate kiss.
Willow loved what they had been doing together for the past two weeks, and would never want to stop it, but she had missed two things. The first was kissing. They had kissed, but they hadn't spent a great deal of time doing it, and she really enjoyed kissing Giles. It felt very intimate, and he was quite good at it- kissing her with long, slow, wet kisses that made her feel like forever; and occasionally doing it hard and fast, as though he could draw the passion right out of her and into himself, before returning it to her with equal intensity. The other thing she missed was the feel of his long, hard cock driving into her hot, wet center.
They hadn't actually had intercourse since that first night and the next morning. It was all mouth and hands, and she loved it, but she had loved the feel of him, thick and stiff, pushing into her; stretching never-before used muscles, creating in her the overwhelming sensation of being filled. She wanted those two things, and he had just given her permission to take what she wanted.
Giles was amazed by the suddenness and ferocity of Willow's assault. He was surprised to find himself pressed back into his couch by the wild redhead, her tongue dancing with his energetically. He felt his zipper go down, and her hot little hand pulling his rapidly swelling member out of his trousers. She quickly pushed him down into the couch and straddled his lap, rubbing the wet crotch of her panties against his hard cock. She growled in his ear, “I've been wanting to do this again for two weeks now!”
Giles, never one to sit passively by while a beautiful woman threw herself at him, quickly took action. He reached under her skirt and pulled her panties aside, guiding himself into her dripping wetness.
Willow tilted her head back and groaned loudly upon feeling that wide head press into her. She only got louder as Giles attacked her exposed neck with his lips and tongue while she slowly but deliberately slid herself down on his massive pole.
It was Giles turn to tip his head back and moan as Willow finally enveloped him completely in her tight heat.
Willow found and began to suck on Giles pulse point as she slowly rocked herself up and down on his engorged cock. She delighted in the burning sensation she got from being stretched apart over and over again. She latched onto his neck with her teeth as she felt his hands up under her shirt, pushing her bra out of the way and teasing her nipples- twisting and rolling them against the areolas.
Several minutes they stayed like that, Willow smoothly rising and falling on his cock and sucking and nibbling on his neck, while he kneaded and fondled her breasts, pinching and tugging on her nipples.
Giles started to talk to her as she rode him, “You are so lovely, Willow… Just seeing you makes me want you. Every time you walk in to the room, you take my breath away.”
Willow sat back, briefly admiring the love bite on Giles neck before making eye contact. She saw the honesty and desire in his eyes. Her own eyes became shiny with unshed tears as the joy inside her seemed to bubble up and overflow. She sped up her pace just a bit, her breasts bouncing a little each time she dropped down onto him. “You make me feel so sexy, so beautiful,” she said, leaning in to kiss him once again.
Giles shivered as Willow dragged her lips along his jawbone and to his ear. He heard her whispered ‘Thank you' and felt her begin to suckle his earlobe. His own voice was breathy as he whispered back, “You are beautiful. You *are* sexy!”
Willow smiled against his skin, and placed an open-mouthed kiss against the flesh behind his earlobe.
That was too much for Giles, sweet and slow were left in the dust as he grabbed her ass tightly in his hands and spun them around so that she was laying on the couch, and he was driving into her forcefully.
Willow squealed in delight at the strength in her lover as he began to pound into her, as if trying to drive her through the couch.
Giles supported his upper body on one elbow, his other hand sliding between them to grind her clit into his thrusting shaft, while he kissed her passionately. He wanted her to go first, and he knew he was very close to losing it.
Willow was in heaven- loving the feel of her lover pressed skin to skin from the waist up, the sensation of his tongue against her own, and the coiling pleasure from his hard cock driving in and out of her slick, tight heat. It only took a few strokes once he began pressing her pleasure center down into his thrusting member. She broke off the kiss to tip her head back and scream out her lover's name just before hearing her own shouted out as Giles found his own release in side her quivering body.
Giles managed to roll them slightly as he collapsed, so that they were both on their sides on the couch, still joined. He thought that there surely couldn't be anything better than the feel of being wrapped around and inside your lover as she shuddered her way through the post coital tremors.
Willow couldn't have wished for a better ending to a week- to be wrapped in her lover's arms, held tight as she came down from her orgasmic high. She was seriously looking forward to a weekend of sex and cuddling!
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Buffy's hand was frozen in the air. She had been about to knock when she was startled by the sound of a female voice screaming Giles name in ecstasy. It was only after Giles shouted her name in response, that Buffy realized that she recognized the voice.
Eyes wide, she whispered to herself in stunned disbelief, “Willow?”
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Part 4- Explanation
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Buffy ran all the way home after what she heard coming from Giles apartment. She didn't have to have had sex herself to recognize the sound of lovers in the throes of passion.
“Willow and Giles, Lovers? When in the Holy Heck did that happen?” she asked herself, for like the millionth time, since hearing Willow screaming out Giles name. She couldn't get that sound out of her head, Willow screaming in ecstasy… and Giles hoarse shout of pleasure… the sounds went round and round in her brain.
She wanted to be disgusted; after all, Giles was old enough to be her father. Giles was like her own surrogate father. She wanted to be repulsed, but she felt… she didn't quite know what she felt.
Buffy still couldn't really think, she went in to her house, mindlessly answering her mother's hello and making her way up to her room where she threw herself on the bed and laid there, clutching her stuffed pig, Mr. Gordo to her chest. She whispered, “How?” as if the toy could offer her some advice on how to deal with this shock to her system.
She just sat there for the longest time; just sitting- the same question bouncing off the inside of her skull over and over- “How did this happen?” Finally, the first new thought she had in over an hour sifted through her head- “She sounded… Wow!” and again the scream she heard coming from her best friend's mouth reverberated through her head- this time there was a feeling attached to it. Jealousy.
Not jealousy that Willow was having sex with Giles, cause “Eww!” she thought. No it was jealousy that Willow was having sex at all. “And, from the sounds of it- great sex,” she thought. Not that she would begrudge Willow some happiness… a big part of her wanted to cheer for the fact that Willow wasn't obsessing about Xander any more. “But Giles?” she whispered, her mind still not entirely able to grasp it, though it was beginning to sink in.
It wasn't really that Willow was having sex- although that concept was still a thought-stopper. No, it was rather the fact that Buffy wasn't having sex. She wanted to have sex. Not just that she wanted to get laid, no it was much more complex than that. She wanted the whole fulfilling love (including sex) package. She knew she wanted that, and she also knew she was getting really tired of waiting for Angel to give it to her. Mystery was, well… mysterious and all, but it was seriously getting old.
Ok, now her brain was working again, and how sad was it that it took obsessing on her personal issues and problems to make that happen. She wasn't sure if she was just avoiding thinking about Willow and Giles because it was fairly freaksome, or because she was just that self absorbed. “How very like Cordelia was that?” she asked herself. She was still reeling a bit from just how much of a bitch she had been when she got back from LA, and the unpleasant comparison to Cordelia Chase, whom she had- up until that point- thought of as the ultimate self-centered, narcissistic bitca.
So. Willow and Giles. She wondered if Willow had actually seduced Giles. Normally the thought of Willow seducing anyone was rather far-fetched. She couldn't even tell Xander how she felt. However, the idea of Giles seducing Willow seemed equally remote. She was going to have to gently pry the story out of Willow, “Or maybe not so gently…” she thought evilly. Maybe she should take this opportunity to play around a bit with her best friend and her watcher… She'd have to think about that while on patrol tonight.
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Willow woke up feeling sore and achy… and utterly wonderful. Giles had made up for two weeks of no intercourse with aplomb. She'd had five orgasms strictly from penetration alone. That didn't count another three from Giles mouth, and two more- ‘hand picked,' as he'd teased.
She had managed to bring him off three times as well. When she'd worried about the disparity, he had assured her that three times in one night was fairly amazing for a man of his ‘maturity.' She had then worried that maybe she was being too demanding, but he'd quickly dispelled that line of thought when he smothered her concerns with a soul-searing kiss. He picked her up and carried her up to his bed; laid her out and proceeded to assault her face, neck and chest with his mouth, while wringing out those last two ‘hand picked' climaxes. She had fallen asleep seconds after the last climax- entirely tuckered out, and wholly sated.
She was laid up against Giles, who was on his back. Her head was on his shoulder, her arm draped over his furry chest. She had one leg wrapped over his, and her breasts were smooshed delightfully against his side.
She felt completely loved and adored- and felt herself to be wholeheartedly in love with this amazing man. She smiled as he snored lightly, and began stroking his harry chest, loving the rumbling groan that vibrated through him. She wondered if he was dreaming about her.
“He will be after this!” she thought as she slid down and moved over till she was between his legs, her face laid on his thigh as she considered his flaccid member before her. She really hadn't seen it like this, as whenever she had been this close to it, it was fully erect. She picked it up off of his thigh and marveled at how soft and pliable it was. It was amazing to her that something this supple could become so hard and unyeilding.
She took it into her mouth, slurping it down like a giant noodle. As she sucked on it, it began to swell and stiffen and she had a sudden thought that this noodle, unlike most, went from soft to hard when cooked. She chuckled at that thought and it swelled quite a bit at the vibrations.
That led to another thought and she decided to experiment. She began to hum, low in her throat as she bobbed up and down on his now-stiff member.
Giles woke to a most delicious sensation. His pet was servicing him in his sleep, and she was humming as she did so, causing a feeling he had never before experienced. He had, of course, heard this act referred to as a hummer, but had never undergone the literal application. It made for a wonderfully intense warmth to creep up from his privates until his whole body felt tingly.
“Oh, God! Yes, Pet! Keep doing that!” he cried as he fisted the sheets, his body arching in pleasure.
Willow smiled around his cock and redoubled her efforts, loving the feel of power as she turned her master into a quivering, tensed bow, waiting to give flight to the arrow of his release. She began moving her head farther down upon him with each bob, until her nose was burried in the hair on his pelvis. She tried something else she had been wanting to do since she had seen it on a website called ideepthroat.com. She stuck her tongue out and began to lick the front of his sack, while his member was buried deep in her throat.
Giles couldn't believe what he was feeling! He pushed himself up on his elbows and looked down. Sure enough, his pet actually had her tongue out, swiping the front of his balls while he was lodged in her throat. The sight and feel was too much to withstand and he fell back onto the bed.
Willow felt his sack tighten, and heard his deep, hitching groan. She stopped humming, but left him deep in her throat as she began to make rapid, short strokes with her head, basically stroking him off with the muscles of her throat.
After only seconds Giles moaned out, “I'm coooooommminnnnnnnngggggggg!!!!!!”
Willow felt her lover's release flowing down her throat in hot spurts and reflexively swallowed, even though it was already past her throat.
When Giles felt that convulsive constriction squeezing the head of his penis his body arched up off of the bed and he shouted out his surprise at the over-stimulation.
Willow pulled back in alarm, a stream of Giles cum spraying on her lips. “Oh my gosh, are you ok?” she asked in concern- ignoring the mess on her face as she was worried about hurting her master.
Giles wasn't hurt, he had just been shocked by the unsuspected sensation on the highly sensitive flesh. He looked down at the face of his sweet pet, and began to laugh. She looked so worried that she had hurt him, and at the same time, his ejaculate was dripping down off of her lips and chin, which was at once erotic and ridiculous. He couldn't help it as his laughter began in earnest.
Willow glared at him for laughing at her, but then softened. He obviously wasn't hurt or upset as she had feared.
Giles calmed down and said, “Clean up your chin, pet”
He groaned as Willow smiled brightly at him and wiped his cum off of her face onto her fingers, and then deliberately sucked the residue off into her mouth. When she had finished, she noticed his rapidly flagging erection still had some oozing out, and she licked it off, then took him in her mouth and sucked hard, getting every last drop. She sat up and leaned in, opening her mouth and showing him what she had collected before swallowing it down and showing him her empty mouth.
It didn't taste bad, just the tiniest bit bitter and salty, so she didn't mind doing it. She didn't know exactly why Giles enjoyed seeing that, but she knew it never failed to make him groan appreciatively. And, anything that pleased him, made her feel warm and fuzzy inside.
Giles took in the sight of his pet, kneeling on the bed before him with a pleased grin on her face, and her charms openly displayed and shook his head, “You will be the death of me someday, pet. But, I couldn't imagine a way I would rather go…”
She dropped her eyes submissively and said, “Thank you Sir.”
Giles sat up and combed his fingers through her red locks for a moment, saying, “You are an absolute and utter delight, pet. And I love you very much.” He leaned forward and kissed her forehead. Forestalling any response he added, “Now, go and start the shower. I will be in presently."
Willow grinned seductively and acknowledged, “Yes sir!” before getting up and walking out of the room, her hips swaying exaggeratedly as she went.
“But what a way to go,” Giles whispered to himself as he watched.
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Willow and Xander were hanging out at Buffy's house Saturday night. Willow had wanted to stay with Giles, but Buffy had been insistent, commenting that Willow didn't have anything better to do, did she?
Giles had assured her that it was alright, and that she should come directly to his place after she left Buffy for the night. He had, of course, had to discipline her for promising some of her weekend to the slayer- all the better to make sure she was properly anticipating her return to his bed.
They were hanging out in Buffy's room. Xander and Buffy were laying on their stomachs on Buffy's bed, watching the TV. Willow was sitting on the floor, leaning against the bed. They were watching some Indian movie- Weird Hindi music and singing was coming from the TV.
Xander asked, “Is she dying?”
Buffy looked up from braiding Willow's hair and said, “I think she's singing.”
Xander quipped, “…To a telephone in Hindi. Now that's entertainment!” He paused for a moment and then asked, “Why is she singing?”
Willow explained, “She's sad because her lover gave her twelve gold coins, but then the wizard cut open the bag of salt, and now the dancing minions have nowhere to put their big maypole... fish thing.” She trailed off and then took a sip of her drink. She was having a hard time concentrating on the movie- focussed on the thought of getting back to her lover. He had mentioned that he wanted to try out some new restraints he had purchased. She had shivered in anticipation- he hadn't restrained her since that first morning when he had bound her to the desk.
Xander once again asked, “Uh-huh. Why is she singing?”
Buffy, focused on Willow's comment, saying, “Her lover? I thought that was her chiropractor.”
Willow said, “Because of that thing he did with her feet? No, that was personal.”
Xander said, “Hmm. And we thought just because we didn't have any money or anyplace to go this would be a lackluster evening…”
What else would we do if not this?” Buffy asked, deciding she had been good long enough. She wanted some quality teasing time. “Well, I had an opening in my social calendar, so this works for me. Besides, I'm boyfriendless at the moment… What about you Xander?”
Xander raised a brow at both the topic and Buffy's statement regarding the topic. Not wanting to ever mention the word Angel, let alone think about him- or encourage Buffy to think about him, he refrained from asking about her boyfriendless comment. “Also boyfriendless- though, for me, it's by choice. I'm unfortunately girlfriendless by default,” he quipped.
Buffy smiled widely and said, ”how about you Will?”
“What? Uh…” she asked, alarmed.
“Anyone new in your life? you seem awfully… happy lately.” Buffy commented.
Willow was stunned, “Does she know?” she wondered. “Uh, no… nobody new in my life,” she answered. “Not really lying,” she justified to herself, “Giles isn't new…”
Buffy realized that she had phrased it badly, but came back with, “Really? No one making your *fantasies* come true?”
Willow just gulped and blushed hotly.
Xander looked back and forth between his two best friends. Willow was obviously hiding something, and Buffy clearly knew what it was- “Or more to the point, who it is…” he thought. He noticed that Buffy had braided Willow's hair into a kind of ‘Y' shape hanging down behind her head, the ends interweaved so that they came together off of the sides of her head and joined into a single thick braid for the last 6 inches or so.
“Interesting hairstyle there, Buff,” he said, gesturing to the braid.
Buffy snickered and said, “I thought it might make a good handhold,” she said, her dirty mind conjuring up interesting images.
Xander's mind already had those same dirty images firmly in place when he asked the question. “Buffy's teasing Willow. And, not just about a boyfriend, but about sleeping with a boyfriend.” Xander observed silently. “What the hell is going on?” he wondered. Surely his life-long buddy would tell him if she was having smoochies with someone, wouldn't she? He couldn't really wrap his mind around the concept of Willow having sex. He wasn't against it, he just couldn't really see it- Willow didn't even date, or make any efforts *to* date. He had no problems imagining Buffy having sex, preferably with him, but Willow? “Does not compute,” he thought. “Whoever he is, he'd better be treating my Willow right, or I'll kick their ass! That's for sure,” he thought.
“Ok. Spill, Wills” Xander said. “You're getting… you're having sex!? And you didn't think to tell us you're even dating?
“Oh God!” Willow squeaked and buried her face in her hands.
Xander turned to Buffy, “You've known about this how long?” he demanded. He was a little angry and a little hurt, but he was mostly curious, “I mean I can see her not really feeling comfortable talking to me about sex stuff…” he thought.
Buffy was thoroughly enjoying Willow's mortification- served her right for sleeping with her watcher and not telling her about it. She was planning her revenge on Giles for their next training session. “Well…” she paused somewhat dramatically, seeing Xander virtually chomping at the bit to find out what was going on. “I was at somebody's door yesterday when I heard our little Willow screaming in ecstacy…”
“OH MY GOD!” Willow shouted into her hands, even more mortified to find out she'd been caught in the act.
Buffy laughed, “No, that's more like the sound he made- yours was more high pitched and screamy,” Buffy said, still giggling. “He must have had a lot of experience- as long as he's been around,” she jibed.
Xander put two and two together- unfortunately coming up with five, in this case. “YOU HAD SEX WITH ANGEL!?” he practically shouted.
Two pairs of eyes snapped to him glaring. Buffy asked, “What are you talking about, Xander?”
Xander recoiled under the ocular assault and tried to regroup. “But… you… ‘boyfriendless'… and ‘been around a long time' and…”
Willow tried to deflect the conversation away from herself, still blushing from the thought of Buffy hearing her and Giles last night. “What's up with that, Buffy? No more you and Angel?”
Buffy allowed herself to be sidetracked- after all she already knew who Willow was sleeping with… “No. Angel apparently doesn't have time for me. And I have decided that I've moped enough. Time for me to move on.”
Willow was stunned. Buffy had seemed so in to him. “Wow…” she breathed.
Xander, who was still burning with curiosity about Willow's beau, nevertheless couldn't pass up an opportunity to support any initiative that involved Buffy no longer seeing Angel, “Good for you, Buffy!” he exclaimed. “You shouldn't have to put up with that crap from anyone!”
Buffy smirked, knowing Xander still had a crush on her. She hadn't decided what, if anything, to do about that. They had shared a moment after the whole Impata thing. Anyway, the whole Angel decision had been a recent one and she needed to spend some time thinking before she made any decisions about anything.
Willow smirked at Xander, knowing that he still had a major crush on Buffy. “Yeah, way to go supporto-guy!” she mocked.
Xander dragged his eyes away from Buffy to give Willow a haughty stare. “Hold on just a minute there, missy. We're supposed to be best buds! You didn't even see fit to tell me you were seeing someone- let alone that you were doing the horizontal mambo with them.
Though embarrassed, and a little afraid of Xander's reaction- her time with Giles had developed her self confidence a thousand times beyond the timid little mouse she had been- she could reduce a mature, sexually experienced man to a quivering wreck at will- just by being her sexy self. That gave her a feeling of empowerment and allowed her to be a little bit sassy, too. She blushed at Xander's comment, but was able to raise one eyebrow haughtily and say, “Well, that's because our mambo isn't always horizontal.
Xander gaped like a fish out of water. Who was this Willow-like alien that had replaced his best friend?
Buffy openly guffawed at Willow's comment. “Go Giles! You stud, you.”
Xander's voice sounded like a little girl's as he yelped, “Giles?”
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TBC (someday)