I Love How I Hate You
Chapter9 - Buffy’s Mom Has Got it Going on
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Faith POV
The next day, I show up at Buffy’s house around
the driveway so I know she’s still home – thank you, God.
Joyce around. I take a deep breath and
knock.
“Oh, hi Faith, come on in.
how she is,” she gives me a warm smile.
“Hi Miss Summers, and how are you doin’
this fine day?” I ask, crossing the
threshold.
“Oh, I’m alright, I just have to go see Dr. Lee today and
then I can go shopping.” Now I know
where B gets it from.
“Gee, I hope you’re not getting sick, Miss Summers.”
“No,” B interrupts, walking down the stairs, “Dr. Lee is her
plastic surgeon.”
“Plastic surgery?
she gets a chance to respond, B interjects.
“She already got it.”
I look at Joyce with a raised eyebrow, “You did?”
“Yeah, I got these…” she proudly cups her breasts with her
hands “…about two weeks ago.” Now that
I’m looking, they are much… fuller… and perky too.
“What do you think, Faith?
Not too big are they?”
“No, they’re… uh… nice… very nice.”
her eyes at me.
“Why thank you, Faith.
See Buffy, Faith thinks they’re nice.”
Of course I do, they’re a free pass to check out Buffy’s tits.
“Of course she
does,” Buffy growls walking into the kitchen.
Joyce seems confused by that comment and looks at me for an explanation.
“So, do they feel weird having them at all?”
“No, they’re quite soft actually, just like real ones.”
“Oh.” That’s not
really what I meant.
“You want to feel?” My jaw drops,
before I answer she takes my hand and places it on her breast.
squeezes. The reality of this situation
doesn’t set in till Buffy walks back in.
“MOM!!!”
“What? I paid enough
for these, if people don’t feel them what was the point of getting them?”
“C’mon, Faith, lets go,” B hisses, stomping out the door.
“Bye honey,” she calls after Buffy’s retreating form, “bye
Faith,” she purrs. What the fuck?
my arm and yanks me out the door. I
“I cannot believe you felt up my mom!”
car. I did no such thing.
“I wasn’t—”
“And what about last night?”
“I didn’t—”
“Shut up Faith, I hate you.”
Okay, guess its going to be one of those days.
“Damn, don’t get all huffy, Buffy.”
“Fuck you.”
“I—”
“Don’t even start,” she hisses.
Its been almost twenty minutes and
she still hasn’t said a word to me. She
must be really mad, I didn’t actually think she was
physically capable of silence for more than 5 minutes.
at her, she’s still just staring out the window.
thing, I’ve ditched her hundreds of times to go get laid.
really my fault.
I reach over and tuck a stray lock behind her ear, “C’mon,
B, I’m really sorry.” About whatever
you’re mad about.
No answer.
“How about we swing by Krispy
go inside, I know how you like watching them being made.”
No answer.
Shit.
“I’ll take you to see that new Britney Spears movie,” I
can’t help the shudder that escapes my body when I utter the last part.
forever though.
No answer.
I sigh, I know what will make her
happy. Fuck.
underground parking structure. I hate
coming to this place, I swore I’d never come with her to this place again.
where we are, her eyes are wide. I give
her a fake smile.
“Alright B, I—”
“The
jumps out of the car almost before I stop.
Oh, crap, what the hell have I gotten myself into?