California

Morning... My bedroom. I've got Fred on her back and we're going at it. The way she squirms, giggles and wriggles under my tongue turns me on. I place her hand between my legs as I go back to eating her out. Her hands glides gently against me, my wetness increasing. For somebody so inexperienced, Baby Bird is picking up the finger fucking game quickly.

Awwwww, they feel so good sliding in and out of me, and Fred likes it too. Or is that my tongue?

"Ohhhhhhhhh, Faith!"

There is nothing like hearing a girl on the verge of coming calling out your name. Knowing that it's me that she's thinking about, and knows that it's me that's allowed her to come.

Just a little more and I'll be there as well.

I love the little whimpering sounds Fred makes when she comes. Buffy was too much like me, a screamer. It must be the Slayer in her, that or B is a bit of an exhibitionist. But Fred sounds so cute and innocent. Like she fears somebody else will hear her. Or that she just wants me and me alone to know how good I make her feel.

I love licking at her pretty pink folds. So soft and delicate. She's still inexperienced enough that she doesn't last too long, but it's still good for her.

"Uh, ummmmmmmm. Ooooooooh, Faith."

It's like a drug. I feeling her body tense up and come, I know I still got it in me. And liko goo good lovers, one's orgasm quickly leads to the others. Though we really should work on coming at the exact same time.

I can feel myself on the verge of coming as my inner muscles start to spasm. Fred gives out a cute little gasp every time I clench down on her fingers. As if she's shocked this is happening. C'mon Fred, you gotta know you're a little machine!

I fall on top of her, her legs still spread. Her fingers slide out of me with a popping sound. I'm fac fac face to her, smiling all the while. Our hair is all mussed up fsleesleeping, and our clits are touching together.

"That was wicked hot. Want to go again?" I ask with a sly smile.

"Sure, but maybe in the shower?" She winces, as if I'm gonna be upset.

"Fuck yeah! My little Fred loves the shower. I like it!" I grab her hand, pulling her towards the bathroom. There is no Jenny around at this hour, so we the the house all to ourselves.

Of course, we didn't spend as much time in the shower as we did last night. We had a whole house to explore. From the time we got out of the shower and dried off, until the time we were dressed, it was around two and half hours. We took turns going down on each other in different rooms.

My favorite had to be coming all over Jenny's bedspread. Just the idea that when she came into her room she'd be smelling me had me all hot and bothered. Fred was having an especially good day and I came all over her fucking bedspread.

Of course, this made Fred grumpy.

"But it's a waste if I can't taste you! C'mon, Faith, just a little!"

"You're so greedy, Fred! It isn't like you haven't tasted me already today. Let Jenny's bedspread get some love!"

My kinky little Fred will probably do anything I ask her to do.

"If you talk dirty to me when we do it on Jenny's floor, I'll give you first dibs on Tara.
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Of course, talking dirty to Fred wasn't what talking dirty is to me, but hey, I give the kid credit. The fact she's talking at all now when we're intimate is a real step forward. Of course, I made the bargain not thinking she'd go through it. I'm a woman of my word, so when she's tongue deep in Tara, I'll use my fingers. Hey, I never said that I was going to stay out of the picture!

Oh, and now the kitchen smells like us too. Something about lying down on the counter that Jenny's maid makes food is especially sexy. Of course, we're good girls and clean it up, but every time the maid cuts up veggies there I'll remember I left part of me behind. Fred too!

"Okay, time to get dressed and get Tara."

"Do you really think she'll come with us? Doesn't she love Willow?"

"Who cares? Nobody can resist me, and she's unhappy anyway. Even if we only take her from hell for a few days, it's still a vacation. Come on, Baby Bird, time to haul ass."


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As I walk across campus I'm still wondering the appeal. Fred is excited because this is supposed to be one of the best science schools in California. As for me, I'll pass. When it comes to college, I'm only on campus for two things: partying and pussy. It isn't like you can actually learn anything in school. I say if these brats want a real education, put them on the street for 30 days with no money. Then we'll see what happens. It'll be me, the girl who would fail out of college saving their rich asses from drunken hobos and dirty old men who want a piece of young meat.

Me and Fred walk by the message board I stood in front of when I gave B her coming to. Thank god I don't have to put up with her bullshit today. She makes me crazy, especially since she's probably whoring around with some other beefstick that isn't her precious Riley. Awwww, no reason to be bitter. I got my Fred and I'll soon have my Tara. They're individually twice the woman B could ever be. I know they won't stab me in the gut!

"There they are!"

Fred points out Red and Tara going into the cafeteria. I wasn't planning on them being together still, but I ain't backing down now.

"TARA! You can't ignore me forever! Just... just listen to me!"

"Willow, I think you've said enough already, let it go, okay? It's done. I might be back later, but I'm leaving you."

"Hey Blondie, care if I sit with you?"

When Tara saw me and Fred she began to blush again.

"Sure, I guess. You might have to put up with Willow. She won't leave me alone."

"I have no reason to leave you alone! Tara, you belong to me! I own you! Without me you are nothing!"

Fred is hiding behind me, stepping closer to Tara, then back to me again. We have to move slightly so we don't block the hungry lunchers on their way to their seats.

"Hey Fred! Wants me that I should dive the muff again?" Willow, using her little girl voice on Fred.

"Stop teasing her, Willow." Tara said, maybe even thinking Red was joking, and not knowihat hat happened.

Fred hid behind Tara now. "No! Willow, leave me alone!"

"So, Red, care to tell your lover, the love of your life, your soul mate, what you did with Fred?" Willow looks at me with absolute hatred in her eyes.

"Hello! Gay now!"

"Willow, shut up!"

"Faith! How dare you speak to me in that tone of voice!"

"Fred, what did she do to you?" Oh my god, Tara really doesn't know.

"Well, I was asleep in bed, then all of the sudden I woke up, and I found Willow. She was..., smelling me, you know, my... panties, and mast...er, touching herself."

Fred put her arms around Tara from behind. I was pretty surprised by her forwardness.

"NO! Tara! Don't let her touch you like that! Only I'm supposed to touch you like that. You belong to TaraTara! TO ME!"

"Give it up, Willow. You said I was supposed to be the only person you wanted to be with sexually."

"I know I'm supposed to be faithful, but I play the field quite a lot. SWEET FUCKING THESPIA! Oooops, guess I'll have to cast that spell again."

"What spell?"

"Nothing, Tara. It's nothing."

I do my own mockery of her song.

"Gee, Red. What was that line again? 'I'd kill myself if Tara cheated on me, but I can cheat on her all I want, see? I can erase her brain and she's as good as new!'"

"It's 'erase her mind,' not brain! God, Faith, you're so lame, I swear I... oooops."

Tara touches Fred's hand, lifting her shirt slightly so Fred can touch her bare stomach.

"So, Willow, how many?" Tara's voice is shakey and cracking.

"How many what?"

"How many other partners? I know you used that spell on me once, but god, how many times did do that as well? You promised me you'd never do it again, and I believed you! I thought you loved me!"

"I do love you, Tara. That is why I want to fully own and possess you."

"How many, Willow?"

"Well, after the five cheerleaders in one day, I kind of lost count."

"Five cheerleaders? One day? How dare you say you love me?!"

"Tara! Don't be so mean. I know you're not on the rag, so why be mean?"

Tara started to cry. I was quick to comfort her, putting my arms around her from the front, hugging both her and Fred.

"Tara! I want to see your face again! Move it, Faith!"

Red tries to push me out of the way.

"Try that again and lose both arms, Red."

"I'm moving out tonight, Willow. I'm finding a motel. You're not going to abuse me anymore."

"No need for a hotel, T. You're gonna stay with me and Fred in a nice house."

"Are you guys sure? I mean, the landlord and all, and I could help pay the rent."

"Faith lives with Jenny." Fred piped up. "She's a bit odd, but she won't mind."

"We better call first, Faith. I don't want to intrude."

"Naw, you're what we need. And you're with me. Jenny would never deny me."

"Tara! NOOOOOO!"

"Stop it, Willow. I've been your doormat for too long. I'm my own woman now."

Willow began to sob. "Self-hating homophobic, misogynistic, anti-feminist, Uncle Tom ingrate lesbian! No wonder you didn't want to take Wymyn's Studies 101 with me! That makes you a bad dyke, Tara, very bad dyke!"

Willow shook a newspaper in front of Tara's face like was was a puppy who took a shit on the carpet. I swear to Christ, if she hits Tara, Red is gonna be in the hospital with two crushed hands.

"Not that I care what you think, but with your cheating heart, you're the last person who should lecture somebody on what a good human is."

"I couldn't help it! When I see gay people not acting as gay as me I get pissed! And hurt! I have to power trip! It keeps my head from exploding! It just makes me want to scream! It makes me want to walk up to them and punch them right in their self-hating, homophobic, Judas Iscariot faces! Why can't we all just act like Ellen and be done with it? Scream, 'HEY! I'm GAY!!!' to every stranger we meet on the street and keep screaming it until they acknowledge they're fine with it?"

I'm tryin' hard not to laugh. Oh yeah, sure, Willow, whatever. Fred is snuggling up next to me and Tara, almost shaking. Can't say I blame her. But hey, I gotta speak up and put Willow in her place.

"Look, Red. I'm not gonna act like anybody other than me, okay? Especially not some nuthouse dyke like you. Now please, go fuck yourself and fuck off and die. If Tara says she wants to stay with us, then she is. If she doesn't want to be around you, accept that. Now hit the fuckin' road before I throw you across the room."

"FINE! I'll just... I'll just... turn Faith into a BUNNY! When she's around Anya, and I'll cast a spell on her to be a cat.... then.... she'd EAT you! Then Tara and I will be together forever in love!"

"No we won't!"

"Yes we will, Tara! Hmmmmph, screw you guys, I'm going home! You can pick up your stuff later, Tara. But first I'm gonna sew 'HEY! I'm GAY!!!' into everything so you can't hide your gayness anymore."

"Just keep it, Willow. I don't want to be reminded of you anyway."

We start to walk away when Willow shouts at us.

"STOP! Hold on!"

"What do you want, Red? I'm tired of this crap."

"Fred!"

"No! Willow, stay away from me!" Fred backs up a few feet, dragging Tara by the arm with her.

"You have my sweater, Fred! I left it in LA! I want my sweater back!"

"Leave me alone, I don't have your sweater! Cordy does."

I finally rush her, making sure she can't get past me and to Fred.

"Give me my sweater back or I'll play the guitar!"

"Goddamit, Red, leave already!"

Willow walks off in an angry huff, acting like a five year old who was denied dessert. We're halfway to the parking lot, easily a mile from where Willow was, when we hear this loud wailing, "TAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAA!!!!!" We hear it again before the bus comes to pick us up. I'm so happy when the door finally shuts behind us.


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"So where do you guys want to eat?" Fred and Tara are looking out the window at the scenery, not really paying too much attention to what I'm saying.

"How about Clancy's Rib Palace?"

"Tara? Is that fine with you?"

Tara turned her head slowly around, very sadly like, god, that fucking bitch Willow needs her ass kicked. Cheating on this sweet chick.

"Yeah, it's fine, but I'm not in much of a mood to eat, but I'll go with you guys." Tara smiled a broken smile, really all she could muster at the moment.

Ah, the old rib palace. The place I ate alone way too often in my prior days in Sunnydale. Has it really been over four years? B must have shitty taste in food. Everybody who counts knows ribs is the tastiest food ever. It's God's food, made by God Himself right in Heaven.

"Guys, I don't think I have enough money to pay. Mind if I just sneak a few bites off your plates?" Tara stammers and mumbles most of it towards the end.

"My girls never have to pay," I smile at her, "hey, I'm not rich, but my girls are gonna eat on me tonight."

"You mean I can lick rib sauce off your tummy?"

Fred covers her mouth and starts to blush the second she says it, like she was thinking something and never meant to say it outloud.

Tara tries not to laugh, smiling big.

"C'mon, hippie girl, laugh a little, it's good for you."

"I'm so dumb today," Fred kind of giggled herself. It was great to hear everybody laughing. Tara might even have a cuter laugh than Fred.

"I'm not really a hippie, Faith. I just like Renaissance Faire stuff, kind of. Just the clothes, not the Faires."

"So you do shower, and don't have hairy legs, then, right?"

Tara giggled softly, "Of course. I just thought you should know, since, well, I don't like being called a hippie."

"Sounds cool to me, Bunny girl. Though you really need to start wearing one of those low cut shirts, you know, the kind that show off your tits?"

Tara blushed, giggling. "Nobody wants to see that."

"I would!" Fred speaks up again, this time blushing, but seemingly meaning to say this out loud.

Then came the waitress to break the odd silence.

"Go first, Tara, you earned it."

"I don't know guys, you sure?"

I touch her hand, nodding. The waitress looks a bit freaked out at first. Hey, it's California, better get used to it, babe.

"Okay, I'll have a small basket of ribs."

"One size only, Bunny, all you can eat." I tells her.

"Okay, I'll take one plate of ribs, and... mind if I have a few sides?"

"Yo, I'm paying, get what you want!"

"An order of coleslaw and french fries."

Fred and I just order a plate each of ribs. If she's as hungry as I think she is, I don't want to be filled up on ribs, we're gonna have a rib eating contest!

"It's so nice of you guys to do this, but really, you don't have to. I can always stay at Immoral Liassones Hotel."

"Fuck no! You're not staying in that shithouse. I had to before, trust me, Jenny will be fine with it. And if she's not, she'll get over it. I'm five by five with her, trust me."

The waitress brings out our order. Tara is so dainty and dignified when she eats. It's like Jenny, only she takes bigger bites.

On the other hand, Fred is really digging in, even before I can take a bite, she has almost a whole slab eaten.

"These are so good! They remind me of my mom's ribs."

I pick up the pace, shoveling the ribs into my mouth as fast as I can. Tara is looking funny at us. We must look like those dogs in cartoons who eat their food in a few seconds.

I wave down the waitress as she's on her way back with somebody else's order.

"Two more plates!"

She looks at us like we're insane. We've got sauce all over our fingers and mouths.

"Shouldn't you eat your first..." then she sees the cleaned up plates.

"Sure, be right back."

"I am so gonna beat you at this, Baby Bird."

"No way, Faith! I'm gonna win."

Tara is still halfway through her first plate of ribs.

"How's the coleslaw, Bunny?"

"Cabbage is too strong, but I can manage."

The waitress brought back our second plate, which went pretty much as quickly as the first one. When she is walking by, I signal for her again.

"Two more plates, please." Fred says, her big smile coated in a thin layer of sauce.

The waitress sighs, walks back and bring us another plate.

And as you can imagine, those too quickly disappear.

"I've never seen anybody eat the way you girls do."

When she leaves, I lean over to Tara and whisper, "I'm good at eating something else, too." I lick my lips and make her gulp down her bite of food. Her face starts to burn different shades of red. Oh yeah, she wants me. You still got it, Faith.

When the waitress brings back our food, she stays at the table.

"The manager wants me to make sure you're not dumping them on the floor. Never can be too careful, ya know. Since we put our Diamond Joe's place out of business, his family has been doing that."

But before she can finish her sentence, we're already hay day done with the food.

"Okay, I've seen enough here. I'm gonna go get you another plate."

And as we're finishing that plate, another one appears before us. And another, and another, and another, and, yes, yet another.

"This is your 9th plate! You girls can't possible still be hungry!"

"I'm just getting started!"

Fred giggles, "I don't even feel like I've eaten anything."

Tara orders her second plate, probably mostly out of boredom from us taking so long to finish. She looks so overwhelmed.

"Bet you wish you could eat this much, eh, Bunny?"

"This, this is enough for me."

By now we had a ton of people gathering around our table, watching us eat. It's like the rednecks have nothing better to do than to watch us. I bend down a bit, so the people on the other side can see down my shirt. Not shockingly, everybody on that side cheers for me when I finish, barely, before Baby Bird.

By the fifteenth plate, we're both getting pretty bloated. If I didn't think my pride would be on the line, I'd not finish this next plate, but with so many people watching, I just have to beat her!

"Wow, Faith, my tummy is getting a bit crowded."

I try to play tough, "Yeah? Well, I could eat another 20 plates! Dare me to try?"

After five more plates, I'm about done for. I can't even finish, and Fred barely can as well. I finally give up in defeat, not that it really matters.

"Yay! I win! What do I win?"

The manager was standing next to our waitress, looking very angry.

"I would ask you not come back here again, or if you do, not to eat so much."

"It says all you can eat!"

"Your bill comes to $22.50, and you ate about $150 worth of food! You're gonna bankrupt me!"

"The sign says all you can eat!" Fred repats, the little minx.

"Pay your bill and leave, or I'll call security."

Tara and Fred seem a bit hurt by the manager's angry tone, but I couldn't care less. Right now I'm wondering how would be best to fuck with him. There is a pet store next door that sells rats for about seventy-five cents a piece.

Fred almost wipes her fingers on her napkin, but I grab them and lick them clean. She giggles as my tongue runs over her fingers. I love to suck on her fingers anyway, especially if there is good BBQ sauce on them.

I go back to the bathroom, piss on the floor, then leave.

Tara doesn't like the idea of the rats, but Fred sure does. I knew I'd end up corrupting her sooner or later, just didn't know sooner came today.

I placed about 10 of them at the back entrance by the kitchen. Not sure how many people would notice them. When I find a phone booth, I call the health department. Yeah, I know, what a shitty thing for me to do, but who cares? Don't fuck with me and my friends, especially not my friends.