Uh, rewind.

There is a LOT to report, beleive me.

I met the gang at the Bronze and suddenlly I was the bell of the ball.

Xander kept buying me drinks and Anya kept giving me looks and even Tara and Red were nice to me.

Well, Tara is always nice to me, but I meant Red.

Tara wispered in my ear and asked how I was. I told her real good and I winked at her. She blushed a little and looked down for a second then looked back up at me.

"I-I'm sure you are, F-Faith. I meant with Buffy."

"Ask Buffy." I told her.

She smiled at me and then held Willows hand.

Anya dragged me off to the dance floor and did the same number on me. It was fun and I coud tell it was getten her hot.

She kept looken over at Xander who had been staring at us the whole time. I think I'm their new toy. Or at least I think they think so. We danced for quite a while, and sometimes Anya didnt look at Xander at all. She was too busy looking at my tits.

"I want to bite them." She said suddenlly.

Uh, panick. I mentioned her ceramicks, right?

"Um, you know An, as tempting as that sounds, I'm kinda attacthed to them. I think I like them the way they are."

"I like them the way they are too, and because they are attacthed to you. I dont want to take them from you, I just want to bite them."

Ok. She freaked me out. I never said anything about her DETACTHING them from my body. I meant I was fond of them and didnt want teeth marks. I started to worry about Xander.

"I promise I wont take them from you."

Oh boy.

I put my fingers in my mouth and whistled for Xander. I waved him over.

"Whats up?" He grinned at me breathless.

"She wants something to chew on, Xander. I think shes ready for you."

"I want to bite her breasts, Xander." She explained to him.

"Anya." He said.

"But she thinks I'm going to take them from her."

"Take what? Her breasts?" He looked at her confused.

"Yes." She answered.

I glanced at him and his face looked kinda surprised. I guess it was a little weird for him too.

"I don't want to KEEP them I just want to bite them."

Ok. Saying it over and over again did not make it better.

"Anya, what makes you think Faith thinks that?"

"Well, she obviously heard of this one mistake I made."

Ok, I was outta there.

I left them on the dance floor trying to straiten things out.

Without Buffy there, I was pretty much done.

"I'm headen out." I told Willow and Tara.

I grabbed my jacket and went out the door.

I got to the alley and lit up a smoke. And then I felt something.

"Faith."

I turned around and it was Buffy.

"B. What are you doing here?"

"I came to see you." She said. She sounded out of breath, like she ran there.

"Arent we supposed to meet up later? Am I late?" I got a little worried.

"No, I'm early. I snuck out."

"What? Your mom is going to kill you."

"No she wont, come here." And she pulled me into a doorway. "Kiss me." She said, grabbing the back of my head.

I flicked away my cigarette.

I kissed her and she ran her hands down my back and grabbed my ass to pull me closer. She spread her legs for me and I groaned as I ground myself into her. She was up against the door and I humped her like a dog.

"Turn around." I wispered in her ear.

She put her hand on my cheek and looked deep into my eyes before she did. I ran my hands down her arms and raised them up to place her palms against the door. I put both of mine on top of hers and held them there. I pushed her ponytail aside with my face and kissed her neck as she pushed her ass back into me. I ran my hands back down and brouht them to her breasts, I massaged them as I pumped her ass with my groin. I slid one hand down and rubbed her thru her jeans.

"You want me inside you?" I said ruffly in her ear.

She moaned softly.

I moved my hand back up and pressed myself into her, massaging both of her breasts harder.

"You want me inside you?" I asked again, pinching her nipples and rubbing the tips with my fingers.

"Yes." She groaned.

I slid down a hand and opened her zipper. I tugged on her pants and pulled them to her thighs. I put a finger inside from behind. I began to fuck her.

"You like me inside you?"

"Oh yes." She breathed.

I slipped in another.

I put an arm around her waist and pulled her hips to me, making her bend forward as her hands slid down the door.

"Oh h-harder, Faith."

I put my hand on the back of her neck and slammed my fingers into her.

"Ohhh. Ohhh, god." She moaned.

Fuck. You shoud have seen it.

Buffy, bent over, with her hands on the door, as I fucked her tight cunt from behind.

I let out a growl and squeezed on her neck. I worked my fingers in and out of her hole. I pulled out my fingers and then rubbed her wet snatch with my hand.

"Faith." She wispered.

"You want me inside you?"

"Faith!" She gasped.

"You like me inside you?" I asked ruffly, rubbing her clit.

"Faith, I NEED you inside me!!" She cried. She stood up and leaned back into me.

I slid 3 fingers inside her, fucking her hard. She reached behind her and grabbed my hair, turning her head sideways to kiss me. She sucked on my tongue as I fucked her. She made those tiny little sounds again and was maken me crazy. My tits were on her back and my nipples kept rubbing against it.

I thought I was gonna die.

I took my fingers out and turned her around. I leaned her against the door and quickly put them back inside her. She put her arms around my sholders and put her forhead against mine. I slowed down the pace as I fucked her.

"Ohh god, baby..." She wispered against my lips.

I flicked out my tongue and licked her.

She flicked back.

I groaned and picked up the pace. We both were breathen hard and I was really excited. I think I coud come from just fucken her.

I reached down with my other hand and rubbed her clit. She started to tremble and I looked down to see my fingers moving in and out of her. Her legs were buckled and her pants were to her knees.

It looked fucken nasty.

Suddenlly she pressed her lips to mine and moaned loud into my mouth. I sucked on her tongue as she held me tight and came hard against my hands. It was a long one.

It was a good one.

"You ok?" I asked finaly. Her eyes were closed and she was kinda panting.

"Hmmm." She nodded. I reached down and pulled up her jeans.

"Fucking dykes!" Someone yelled from down the alley.

I looked at her and smiled.

"Are you a dyke?" I asked her softly.

"Mmmm, I guess so. You had your finger inside me."

Ha. The little Dutch boy and his Dyke. I kinda liked that.

And then she wiped a hair from my face and she kissed me.

Sorry, PR. There was actualy more to that night, but I didnt have time to write it all down. Buffy came over. And we've pretty much been together ever since.

Everyone knows about me & B fucken and all. Except for Joyce & Giles. But he sees us touching and stuff, so I figgured that was enough for now. We can tell him if Buffy wants to. Thats her business.

So, where do I begin?

Oh, lets start with the fact that I still have both breasts.

Anyas "one mistake" turned out to be rather fritening. I wont go into the scary details, but I understand now why she went on and on about it. And now she understands why I wont dance with her anymore.

So I still have my breasts. Both of them. Attacthed to my body and everything. Thank god, cus Buffy seems pretty attacthed to them too.

And I gotta tell you, PR, I'm pretty attatched to hers as well.

And her ass.

But I'll get to THAT later. I may actualy start a sub-chapter called Buffys Ass.

But back to the subject at hand. Buffys Pussy.

We've been finger fucken a lot and dry humpen and wet humpen and we do lots of breast things. And shes good with her hands, boy, let me tell you. I'm pretty sure I've never been fucked like this before. But the best thing, of course, is the oral.

Anyways, back to that night.

After I fucked her in the alley, she came back inside the Bronze with me. Anya & Xander were still on the dance floor, but I guess they had straitened things out. Red & Tara were at the booth and Red was surprised to see her. I had gone to get us some drinks and when I got back, Red was looken at me funny.

I guess she spotted the Just-Got-Fucked-REALLY-Good look that Buffy was wearing and was surprised to sudenlly see me back.

I told them I was leaven and here I was again, and with 2 drinks in my hand. I guess she figgured it was too much of a coinsidense.

Oh, and probably the fact that Buffy was fingering me under the table.

But that came later.

Red tried to act like she was normal but she kept buggen Buffy for sneaken out of the house.

"Why?" She woud ask.

"I told you. Because I wanted to see you guys."

I smirked and Red shot me a look.

"Why?" Red asked again.

"Because you're my friends and I missed you and why do you keep asking me that?"

"Because the only time you've ever sneaked out of your house before was to see Angel."

"Thats not true, Willow. I used to sneak out to slay every night."

"Yeah, Buffy, but that was before your mom knew. She knew you were going out later to slay, so why risk it?"

Buffy looked like she was getting annoid.

"Gee, Will, you're making me start to regret it."

I jumped in.

"Come on, Red. Whats with the 3rd degree? If I knew someone sneaked outta the house to see me, I'd be happy about it."

I looked at B and wiggled my eyebrows.

She gave me a you-are-SO-not-helping look.

"But I can see why you're concerned about her, Red. And Buffy, why DID you sneak out of your house again? Reds right, that was realy risky of you."

It didnt work, cuz Red just gave me a dirty look. Great.

But Tara was cute about it.

"I-I think its nice that Buffy came out to play. It shows she realy cares." And then she looked at me, smiling. "I guess that means she thinks you're good too." She added softly.

"What, baby? What did you say?" Red asked her.

"Nothing, Willow." Tara said, and gave Red a kiss.

Buffy slyly reached over and got Xanders jacket. Then she put it on my lap. I looked at her sideways, but she was smiling at Red & Tara.

"Did you guys dance tonight?" She asked them.

Tara, god bless her, interceppted and ran with it.

"Not really, I think its a good idea, though. Lets go, Willow."

Then she gave Red some wicked tongue action and led the weak-kneed witch to the floor.

"Watch your breasts." I called out, eyeballing Anya.

"I'd rather watch yours." B said to me.

So I leaned down a little to give her a look.

"Whats with the jacket?" I asked her.

"Cover." She said.

"For?"

"This." And she slid her hand under it and unbuttoned my pants.

"Whooa, B. You getten your freak on?"

"If you get your pants off." She answered.

Well, you know PR, you dont gotta tell ME twice.

So I lifted my ass and pulled my pants to my knees. I sat back down and said

"You mean like this?"

"Pretty much." She ajusted the jacket and slipped a finger inside me.

Buffys got rhythm.

The music and her finger was more or less in synk. She was dancin with my insides.

"Fuck, B." I breathed.

"Uh-huh." She said. She turned herself to sit sideways, facing me, and tucked one leg under her ass and draped one leg over my thighs. I slid down a little lower.

"Look at me." She said. So I did.

"I want to kiss you right now..."

So I leaned in to kiss her, but she pulled her head back.

"...but we shoudnt." She moved her finger inside me.

"Uh, ok." She pulled her finger out real slow. Then she slid it back in. I closed my eyes and died.

"Faith."

"Hmm?"

"Look at me." I opened my eyes and looked at her.

"Do you want me to stop?" She wispered. I shook my head.

"Do you like this?" I nodded my head.

"I want to tell you something." She put her mouth close to my ear.

"Your pussys so wet." She breathed. And then she licked me.

Yeah, PR. And it got wetter right THEN.

I leaned back and closed my eyes. Her finger moved inside me.

She'd move her finger out nice and slow. She'd bring it up to flick my clit, then she'd be back inside me. Fuck and flick, fuck fuck and flick. She moved in to wisper in my ear again.

"I love the way you feel, so warm and so wet. Is that for me?"

"Mmm." I answered.

"I'm wet too. I can still feel you inside me."

She bit my ear and pulled back.

"Look at me."

I looked at her.

"Dont close them. I want you to look me in the eyes and tell me how you feel."

"I feel fuckin great, B."

"No, not like that, Faith. Sexy and with conviction."

Conviction? Didnt really want to think about JAIL right then, but ok.

"Uh...well, lets see. So I'm in the showers...and...uh...and I'm pinned up against the tiled walls..."

"No Faith, not that." She flicked my clit.

"Oh. Ok...uh...um...so I'm in the laundry room..."

"Faith, are you kidding? Women in prison stories are hot, but I realy dont want to hear YOUR take on them." She stopped her finger.

Why she sound so pissed? What I do?

I moved myself against her finger. She pulled out.

"What I do, B? Put your finger back inside me."

"Conviction, Faith, not CONVICTION. I meant with feeling, you freak."

Oh. Well, why didnt she say that?

"Well, why didnt you say that?" I asked her.

She shook her head at me.

"Come on, B. I'll be better, I promise."

"Well, its too late now." She looked over to the dance floor.

Xander and Anya were on their way back. Fuck!

Xander kept walken but Anya slid into the booth next to me.

"Wheeew. He's SO uncoordinated. The last time I saw someone flop around like that was back in '72. But I had just severed his arms and legs, so at least he had an excuse. Good thing my Xander is Lord of The Dance in bed."

Then she gave us that quirky smile.

"So what are you girls up to?"

"Um, nuthen." I said.

"No, nothing." Said B.

"Really? Ok. Well, Xander went to the bathroom and then we're gonna boogie. We're going home to learn some new steps. Get it?"

She smiled at us, pleased with her pun.

"Uh, yeah, An. Good one."

"It was, wasnt it?" She grinned, liking her sense of humor. "Did you get it, Buffy?" She asked.

"I believe I did, Anya."

"Ok, good." Then she smiled and kinda looked around the room for a minute.

Then she rested her eyes on my lap.

"Is that Xanders jacket on your lap and that Buffy has her leg draped over under the table?"

Ok. Now THAT'S a narrator.

"Um-"

"Wait a minute... Buffy, wheres your hand?"

"Right here." And she took her hand and lifted her drink.

"No, the other one."

Luckily, Xander came back just in time.

"Ok, my little love bunny...oops, I mean love gerbil, sorry, An. Ready to go?"

"No, Xander. I think I want to stay. And let me see your hands."

Again with the hands. First she wants to see Buffys and now she wants to see Xanders. I wondered if there was a second 'mistake' she wasnt tellin us about.

"Anya. I'm a grown man, I know how to wash them." But he showed them to her anyway.

"Yes, and grown men are the filthiest. Sharing a urinal with strangers and then shaking your things. Its disgusting, really."

"Its a male bonding thing, An. Kinda like a ritual. You know about rituals, right?" Xander mocked her.

"Of course I do. But I wash my hands after them. Sure its blood and not urine, well mostly not urine, and-"

"Uh, ok, Anya. Enough scary details for one night." Xander interupted.

She huffed at him.

"Fine. But I still think it smacks of male homosexuality if you ask me. And speaking of homosexuality..." She looked over at me and Buffy.

"What about it?" Xander asks, looking back and forth between Anya and us.

"Nothing, Xander. Anya seems a little punchy tonight." Buffy said.

"Yeah, and 'kicky', too." He said, rubbing his shins.

"Well if you'd stay off my toes, I woudnt have to kick you." Anya explained seriously.

"Hey, thats right. Anya says you're a real Fred Astaire in the sack, Xan. Why dont you take her home for a twirl?" I sugessted.

"No, I said 'Lord of the Dance', Faith. But I guess you werent listening, seeing as Buffy had her hands full and all."

She looked at me smug. Yeah, An. Another good one. Geez.

"Well, since we're staying, Ginger, I think I'll get us more drinks." And he went off to get some.

"Get me a 'screaming orgasm', Xander." Anya yelled after him. "Woud you like one?" She asked me sweetly.

"Actualy, Anya, shes good." Buffy said, and then she put TWO fingers inside of me.

Fuck! What was she thinken, PR?

"Oh, I'm sure she is." Anya said all happy with herself.

Buffy started to move her fingers inside me. And not slow like last time. No, NOT slow at all. She was pumping me like crazy and was picken up speed. Her movements were maken the jacket jump.

"Whatcha got down there? A pig in a blanket?" Anya asked.

No. Try 2 fingers in a pussy.

But I kept my face straite and waited for Buffy to answer.

But she didnt.

She just kept fucken me and looken Anya in the eyes.

And Anya looked back!

Ok. That was weird.

But it was hot as fuck too!

None of us was saying anything, and I'd start groaning and Buffy and Anya kept staring at each other, and I started to feel a little nutty.

Finaly Anya said something.

"Whatcha got down there? A pig in a blanket?" She asked again, looken at Buffy.

I coudnt take it. So I said

"No Anya, shes got 2 fingers....uhhhh...3 fingers shoved inside my pussy and shes fucken the living shit outta me. Fuck, gesus, oh my god..."

"Really? I coudnt tell. How do you feel, Faith?" Anya said still staring at Buffy.

"I feel fuckin great, An, and it has nothing to do with prison. Now if I coud just get my nipples involved...."

"Oh. May I?" Anya asked, reaching over with her hand and looken at Buffy.

"Thanks for the offer, Anya, but no." Buffy answered, slaming me harder, her thumb knuckle bouncing off my clit.

Anya stopped her hand in mid air.

Thank fucken god, PR, cus you know...

I wasnt thinken.

"It was just ONE mistake. Does everybody know??" Anya said.

"I dont know what you're talking about, Anya, I just dont want you to touch her."

"Oh, ok. Thats fine, I dont like anyone touching my Xander either."

"Nipples." I panted.

"No." Said Buffy.

"Why??"

"Just talk, Faith. With FEELING."

So I did.

"I can feel your fingers sliding in and out of me, just like your tight cunt was wrapped around my fingers in the alley."

Anya quirked an eyebrow at Buffy. Buffy smiled smugly.

"And the way you make me feel makes me want to stand up and HOWL. I wanna throw you down, tear your pants off, bury my face in your snatch and eat your wet pussy right here on the table. Uhhhh...fuck yeah, fuck me with those fingers, B... shit, Anya, oh shit...

"Touch yourself, Faith. Rub your clit." Buffy told me.

You bet I did.

"This is wrong. I want to touch." Anya said, moving her hand towards my tits again.

"No." Said Buffy.

"But, 'nipples'." Explained Anya.

I didnt really care at that point.

But Buffy did.

"I said no."

"Fine." Anya sighed. So she decided to watch me instead.

I groaned and closed my eyes again. Buffy was fingering me and I was fingering me and Anya was looken at me and I was about to pop.

"I'm gonna come." I rasped out.

"No." Said Buffy.

"Yes." I rasped.

"No or I'll stop right now."

I moved my hand away from my clit. It was throbbing.

"Oh my god, this is exciting!" Said Anya. "Let me go get Willow and Tara and maybe they can join in."

"NO!" B and I yelled at the same time.

"Testy little lezbians, arent you?" Anya teased.

Buffy leaned in and put her arm around my sholder.

"Touch your clit, Faith." She wispered in my ear.

"Can I come now?"

"Yes."

I opened my eyes and I touched myself. And she was staren at me with them eyes again.

"You feel so good, baby. My fingers belong inside you. Your fingers belong inside me. I want to fuck you til you cry. Can I make you cry, Faith? Can I?"

"Yeah, B." I was almost cryin already.

"Look at me."

"I am, B."

"No, LOOK at me."

She was looken at me so deep and she had this soft sexy smile on her lips when she licked them. I pictured those lips on my clit and that did it.

"Uhhhhhh, oh fuck, Buffy..." I groaned. She removed her fingers and placed her hand on top of mine, rubbing my clit with me.

"Slow it down, baby. Come slow."

Come slow? Too late. But come again? With PLEASURE.

I moved my hand and let her take over. She was rubbing me so soft and gentle it made me crazy. But it felt nice too.

Who knew?

"I'm gonna kiss you." I groaned, needing to.

Buffy hesitated.

"Rah Rah, Kiss her!" Anya said like a cheerleader.

"Okay." Buffy said, ignoring her.

And I placed my lips on hers and kissed her gently, running our tongues together slowly, like her hand was doing to my clit.

I put my hand on hers and helped her, still slow, but with more pressure.

I came again while she was kissing me.

"Mmmmmmm." She moaned.

"Uhhhhhhhh." Moaned me.

Right then Anya spoke up.

"It's ABOUT time, Geesus. Faith, Buffy, we'll get that jacket from you later."

"What?" Xander said.

Oops.

"Put the drinks down, Xander. Although I doubt either of them needs another screaming orgasm right now. But I do, so hurry UP."

Then we heard Xander being dragged off by Anya. I guess he was being too slow.

"Fuck, that was hot, B." I said breaking our kiss.

"Yeah, I thought so."

"So you know they know now, right?"

"Yes, Faith, that was fairly obvious."

"But what about Red?"

"What about 'Red'?" Willow asked.

Oh shit. There she was..and Tara.

We looked up to see both witches staren at us. And then they stared down at my lap too.

"I know Faith can act like a dummy at times, Buffy, but are you a ventriloquist now?"

Ha, gotta HAND it to her, PR. That was funny.

"No, Willow. Faith can speak for herself." And THAT was good too.

"Ok. So what do you have to say for yourself, Faith?" Red asked with a raized eyebrow.

What, it was my turn now?

"Um...Hi?"

So I can talk. It doesnt mean I have a BRAIN.

"Ok, so maybe she cant speak for herself right now. So I will. Faith and I are together and I'd like for you to be happy about it."

"We'd all like a lot of things, Buffy. I, for one, woud liked to have seen your hand NOT under that jacket."

So Buffy took out her hand and showed it to her.

Yeah, PR. With my come all over it. Great.

Tara stifled a giggle. Actualy, so did Red.

"Oh my goddess, you're both dummies." Willow said laughing.

She slid down into the booth, dragging Tara with her.

"So you're together now, are you?" She said, looken at me.

I looked at the 3 of them.

"Uh...well..." I hedged. Red quirked an eyebrow at me. So did Tara.

So did Buffy.

"I guess I was speaking for myself, and I AM a dummy." Buffy said, then she got up and left.

"No, B, wait." I got up.

Yeah, pants to my knees. Jacket on the floor. I forgot.

I pulled up my pants and went to run after her.

"Go, Faith, Go!" Red yelled, punching the air with her fists.

Great. Another cheerleader.

She was gone, PR. In a heartbeat and just like that.

Gone.

But I caute up with her at one of the older cemateries.

She had punched out a vamp and was beating the shit out of another one. I staked the one on the ground.

"B?"

"Not now, Faith." She wailed on the guy.

Oomph. That sucker was in trouble.

Kick, punch, jab. A couple of knee thrusts to the groin. Another one to his head. Then another.

I winced cus I actualy felt for the guy.

Sorta.

I jumped in and staked the fucker.

"Yes, now, Buffy."

"What do you want?" She was breathless, she wiped a hair from her eye.

"I want to talk."

"No thanks." And she turned to walk away.

"Where you going?" I asked.

"I have work to do." She kept walken.

"Care if I tag along?"

"Dont really care what you do."

"Oh, come on, B. Dont act that way."

"Who's acting? This is real. You, on the other hand, are full of shit."

"Now thats not true, Buffy." I followed her but kept my distance.

I am NOT a dummy.

"Fuck off, Faith." She said, still walken ahead of me.

Her legs are shorter than mine, but damn, PR, I had to hustle to keep up with her.

"Come on now, B. Wait up for a minute."

"Faith, I've spent as much time with you as I can stomack. I woudnt think of spending another SECOND with you, so dont hold your breath for that minute."

Ok. Now she was just being ridiculous.

"Buffy, stop."

" 'Get gone', Faith."

Oh yeah, PR. She was gettin cute with me. The little brat.

"Ok, brat."

That stopped her. Knew that it woud.

She turned around with that "did you just say that?" look on her face.

Yes, girlie, I did.

"What did you call me?" Ooooo, PR. BOTH eyebrows were raized!

"I called you a brat, you brat." She just looked at me.

"Little baby." I said. Then she glared at me.

Yep. I knew I was asking for it. But that was my plan.

"And here I was thinken I was dealen with a grown woman. No wonder your mom had to ground you." I shook my head at her wistfuly. I think thats the word. Then I turned my back on her and started to walk away.

Of course you know she was on my back in a heartbeat. But I was ready for her, so when she jumped me, I wrapped my arms around her legs in a vice grip.

Oh yeah. She was gonna get the piggyback ride of her life.

Slayer Style.

After I got a secure grip on her, I started running. She was bouncing on top of me and I heard her teeth clack together before she figgured it was probably better to keep her mouth shut. Oh, and she tried to talk a couple of times too.

"Fa-aa-aaa-aii-aii-tth-hh." She jerked out.

Everybody knows you dont talk on piggyback when you're runnin.

You might bite your tongue off.

"Waaa-aaa-ait-ttt." I ran under some trees to shut her up.

She gripped my skull and she ducked.

I started spinning in circles. It was fun.

"Wooooooooooo!" I said. She scrunched her fingers in my hair and started pulling. She clocked me a few times too.

But she wasnt really tryin to hurt me. Well, not much, anyway.

Besides, pulling my hair only turns me on. I started running again.

After deckin me a few more times on the side of my head, she decided just to grab at my hair and hold on.

Tight.

I ran us to my motel room. Down the alley and up the stairs, I spun us around and slammed us into the door.

You know. Just to wind her.

If she was a cartoon, she'd a had birds chirpen around her nut.

I got the door open, kicked it shut, and then flung her onto the matress.

She was still a little dazed. She looked up at me, rubbing the back of her head.

"You gonna give me that minute?" I looked at her.

"I'm not talking to you." She said, like a brat.

"Fine, I've got other plans for your mouth then." And she stared at me wide-eyed as I pulled off my clothes.

"You've got to be kidding." She said, disbelif on her face.

"You ready to talk?" I pulled off my pants.

"No."

"Then I'm not kidding."

I stood there, naked, and stretched myself. I put my arms on either side of my head and flexed, popping my back. I cracked my knuckles.

"You ready for me?" I asked her.

She scooted back on the bed...like she was GOING somewhere.

"What exactly do you think you're gonna do?" She looked suspisious.

"Not think, know." I walked to the bed.

"And that is?" I crawled up the matress, she scooted farther.

"I'm gonna make love to you."

Yeah, I know, PR. Not my style. But a girls gotta do what a girls gotta do to keep the honeys happy.

And to get that pussy. Buffys pussy.

And it worked too, cus the brats face changed from suspision to lust. Or love...

No, lust.

"You're gonna make love to me?" She wispered, all dreamy.

"Yeah baby, and I wont stop until you beg me to."

Oh, PR. I was SO in there!

She smiled at me all soft and sappy and I gave her a kiss. I unbuttoned her blouse slowly, kissing her neck and her ears.

"You like that, baby?" I wispered, kissing her throte.

"Mmmm, very much." She wispered. I kissed her lips.

"Good."

We both watched my fingers as they trailed a path to her jeans. Down her chest, across her toned stomack and down to her hips. I traced my fingers back and forth near her waist band.

She tensed up.

"Whats wrong, baby?"

"Umm, nothing. Little ticklish." I applied more pressure.

"Better?" I asked.

"Mmmm." She nodded.

I raised myself above her and pulled her up with me. I kissed her as I slipped her blouse from her sholders. She arched up into me and groaned when I sucked a nipple thru her lacey green bra. And she wimpered as I ran my tongue down her stomack.

But she was deathly still when I pulled her panties from her body.

I looked up from between her legs and she was watching me.

She looked a little unsure, nervous, even. So I gave her a soft smile and kissed my way back up her trembling body. I kissed her gently and looked her in the eyes.

"Whats wrong, Buffy?" I wispered.

"I'm scared." She wispered back.

"Of what, baby?" I stroked her face.

"Of you." She said, and she closed her eyes.

And I felt like a shit-heel.

And I felt that fucked up little thing in my heart again...

...and suddenly I wanted to make her to feel better about everything.

So I made love to her. For real.

I held her in my arms and caressed her body until she stopped shaking. I let my hands touch her breasts and dance softly across her nipples. I took off her bra. I touched her stomack, her neck and her face. I worked my fingers thru her hair and I kissed her...and she kissed me and it was honey sweet. Her lips played against mine and our tongues meshed and mingled.

I kissed her forhead and started my way back down again. To her nose, her lips, her chin, her throte, her breasts, her belly and thighs. I positioned my body between her legs and looked up at her. She was trembling again, but not as much.

And my heart started to ache a little.

I lowered my head and made love to her.

The scent that had made me drunk and had started this mission was now all over me.

Over my lips and my face, over my breasts and my hands, making me want to pour all of myself into her...

...and hoping she would pour all of herself into me.

Was this love? I dont know. But I knew it wasnt just lust and I knew it wasnt about Buffys pussy anymore.

It was about all of her. Buffy Summers. Buffy Anne Summers.

My B.

So I made love to her like it was my very first time.

I guess it was my very first time. But it was our very first time too.

I licked her slowly, with care, and I spread her lips with my tongue. I caressed her stomack with both hands. I ran my tongue over her softly, gently and I probed the inside of her opening, inserting myself deeply within her. She moaned quietly as I explored her pussy with my tongue.

It was like...cotton candy.

It was a cotton candy cave, so sweet and sticky and good. I moved my head closer and buried my face in it, entering as far as I coud.

She moaned softly against me.

"Mmmmmnn."

I pressed my head harder, letting my teeth touch her clit.

"Ohhhh." Her fingers wove themselves into my hair.

I pulled my tongue out lazily, running it up to her clit. I lapped at it slowly, feeling it harden and slide against my tongue. I bathed it with attention, licking and sucking and then licking again. She trembled this time in response.

I ran my hands to her pussy and I spread her, holding her open with one and inserting 2 fingers with the other. She pressed her hips into the matress.

"Oh Faith." She breathed.

Oh Buffy, I thought, and began to move my fingers.

Her breathing became louder as I licked faster on her clit. My fingers curved up inside her. She gasped and clutched at my hair as I fucked her. She was making me so horny.

I released myself and moved quickly up her body, I took her mouth with my own and I kissed her. She licked at my lips and sucked at my tongue. She tasted her cotton candy.

"Buffy." I said. But it was really a question.

"Yes." She wispered.

And then I turned myself around to straddle her.

I looked back as she gazed up at my pussy. It was wet and her eyes took in all of me...and then she smiled.

I lowered myself slowly and felt her soft tongue against it. She began softly, a little unsure, and then quickly became more sure as she buried her soft tongue inside of me.

"Uhhhhhh." I groaned, and then lowered my head to her pussy.

Our tongues matched in rythym and our clits danced against them. Her fingers slid into my pussy and she pumped me.

"Oh god, Buffy." I gasped, her fingers going deep inside my hole.

Her fingers slid in and out and her tongue kept its pace. I busied myself on her clit.

"Faith, I...you..." She moaned.

Our sounds and our scents were mingeling. Her moans and my groans did the same. We clutched hard to each other as it took us...and then shuddered as one when we came.

Yeah. It ryhmed. She made me beleive in poetry.

I reached backwards to caress her face and felt her hot breath against my hand. She kissed it, softly moving her lips and wispered quietly

"I love you anyway."

And then I cried.

I cried. Just like a baby.

I cried.

I dont think I was meant to hear her, but now she knew that I had. She gently rolled me onto my side and crawled up to me.

"Faith... baby, whats wrong? You dont have to love me back."

And she held me, kissing my tears.

And then I cried harder. Because I wasn't just a pussy.

I was a giant asshole too.

"I'm... an... ass...hole." I hiccuped out.

"I know." She said.

"You...cant...lo...ove...me..." I hiccup again.

"But I do." She sighed, and then she kissed me.

Hey, PR. Sorry for cuttin out on you like that again. I had just finished tellin ya what happened that night, but then Buffy called and said she was on her way over. She asked if I had washed the load of towels yet, and I lied.

So, you know. I had to go do them.

And then we were pretty much inserpirable again. Slayen, playen... fucken.

I think Joyce is onto us, cus she says she keeps hearing strange noises in the house at night. And she woke up a few times and found me in the bathroom too. And I dont know why, cuz I know shes got a bathroom of her own.

But I think she was spyin.

Buffy says I'm parranoid, but why else would a woman who hears strange noises check out the guest bathroom in the middle of the night?

She think the burgler stopped to take a dump or somethin?

So thats why we spend most of our nights over here.

But Buffy likes it better here anyway.

Cuz its where I first told her I loved her too.

And I do, PR, so back off.

Sorry.

Little defensive I guess. I said this was a Buffys pussy progress report and then I almost changed it to an 'I think she really likes me' progress report and now its turned into this.

But I do, PR, and she loves me too, and you know what? I dont even NEED this report anymore!

God.

I really am defensive. Sorry. It's just kinda weird, ya know?

And on top of it all, this progress report really did turn into a Dear Dairy type deal. But dont worry. I wont start callin ya DD.

But I kinda like Double D, if ya know what I mean.

But in all honisty, I think I might be shutten this operation down. The mission was completed, plus I dont really have time for it any more.

I'm spenden all of my time with Buffy these days.

But...

I MIGHT leave you open anyway. Cus now I'm worken on Buffys ass.

Oh yeah. I know she wants it. I have noooo dowt in my mind.

Later, gator.

Faith.

BUFFY'S POV:


PR, DD, or Double D,

Excuse me, but...

I did NOT have camel toe.

I can't believe she wrote that!

Buffy.

The End.