Buffy's World

BUFFY’S WORLD


Chapter 1:


Buffy stretched out on her ‘club apartment’ king sized bed. Alone, thankfully, that is. This Sandy? Well, she’d been ‘nice’ tender and eager, but sadly…predictable.

“Should have gone with the two male jocks,” Buffy snorted as she got up from her bed and made her way into the bathroom. She needed a bath, no question. Buffy could smell Sandy’s scent all over her body, which was kind of pathetic, really. The girl did try, honestly, with her tentative licks and sweet kisses. Apparently, Sandy was a novice to girl on girl action, okay, maybe not a novice? But close.

“I should have guessed,” Buffy shook her blond head as she readied her warm bath water. Poor Sandy had been practically shaking with fear as Buffy opened the door to her club apartment and let the brunette inside. Buffy had wasted no time in getting Sandy out of her simple, but attractive attire and onto her bed.

However, when push came to shove, Sandy was a little nervous and Buffy really should have ended things, right then. But Sandy’s innocence, in lesbien love that is, had arroused Buffy and she just couldn’t let it go.

“I’ve only been ‘with’ a couple of girls,” Sandy confessed as Buffy was nibbling on her tummy. “I’m kind of engaged, to a guy, and…” But the girl had shut the fuck up when Buffy latched onto her clit and began to suck, eagerly.


Sandy had had a unique, tangy tasting pussy that Buffy found ‘interesting’ but not particularly mind blowing. She, Buffy, allowed Sandy to explore her experienced pussy and the girl did seem to enjoy it, thoroughly.

After a mutual eating out and finger fucking session, Buffy rather hinted that she would like to go to sleep alone. Sandy gathered her clothing and headed for the apartment door.

“Call me?” she asked, softly of Buffy.

“Sure,” Buffy offered with a shrug of her slim shoulders. Knowing full well that she’d never see the dark haired beauty again. Hopefully, anyway. Buffy was never good at ‘ending things’ gracefully. She was a strong believer in clean breaks, especially if the chemistry was off from the start.

“That,” Buffy sighed, “was a waste of good film.” She thought about the video she’d set up, for her good buddy Xander that is, and how the ‘viewing’ was less then note worthy.

It was now morning, and Buffy was preparing for her busy day. She had a club to run, after all. People to order about, orders to make, lots of things. Tonight, it was Wednesday, her standing date with Rupert Giles. Rupert was Buffy’s older, mature, and sophisticated sometime boyfriend.

He was pretty good in the sack, no question, Rupert was, Buffy thought, happily. But more then that? He was quite happy with his and Buffy’s relationship. Old Giles owned a strip club, a real swanky place that Buffy would drop by, once in a while to ‘check out’ the talent. It was a mixed club, of male and female dancers and frankly, Rupert was perfectly happy with Buffy patroling it it. Rupert was well aware of Buffy’s bi-sexual life style, and encouraged it. After all, he should, shouldn’t he? He was himself attracted to both sexes and this little arrangement suited old Rupes perfectly. As it did Buffy.

In fact, Rupert Giles had funded part of Buffy’s downpayment in ‘The Other Side’ when she opened it. He had even helped Buffy pick out his waiters and waitresses. Oh, yeah, he’d done that, quite willingly.

If Buffy didn’t know better, Rupert had hand picked Xander Harris for himself, even though it turned out that old Xand was straight. With a shrug and a smile, Rupert had accepted the fact that Xander was never going to ‘give it up’ to him, so he, Rupert, encouraged Buffy to ‘get it’ from Xander herself. And, that she did, every chance she got.

Xander had a huge, lovely cock, and Buffy was certainly not going to let that pass her by. If Anya, Xander’s girlfriend knew what was going on when she was out of town? She never seemed to let on. Buffy wondered if Anya might be fair game, for herself, but Xander had nixed the idea, saying that Anya was straight, always.

Once, while Xander had Buffy bent over the whiskey cases in the locked, back room, giving it to her, hard? Buffy mentioned, eagerly, that maybe Anya would like to join them sometime?

“I wish,” Xander had groaned as he rammed into Buffy, just as eagerly, “I’d love to see my uppity bitch with her mouth between your sweet lips, Buff.” They had laughed, heartily, and later, Buffy had picked up a busty blond female customer and invited Xander up the stairway to paradise that was her apartment.

Buffy lay back in the warm, sweet bubble bath and let her eyes close, half way. She thought back to the ‘predictable’ Sandy and had memories of the time she had began to find Fred a little wanting.


‘Flashback Buffy’s POV’


Fred was sweet. Fred was pretty and gentle. Her tender lovemaking was ‘nice’ and ‘safe’ for Buffy. However…

Buffy was an untamed, wild child who loved male dick with a passion and was beginning to think that pussy could be just as ‘passionate.’ Sadly, Buffy was convinced that Fred was never going to give her passionate pussy and she had decided, quite quickly, to ‘find’ that need elsewhere.

It was on a Thursday night, after Buffy had been out with Angel. The guy had fucked her til he couldn’t stand up and then dropped Buffy off at her sorority house. Buffy nearly limped up to her room, to find Fred stretched out on the ‘her’ bed, naked and waiting, eagerly.

After the sex marathon Angel and Buffy had gone through, the idea of Fred’s simple little licks between her thighs turned Buffy off.

“I’m beat,” Buffy sighed, ignoring Fred’s hurt look. “I need sleep,” she added as she stripped off her clothing.

Fred shot up out of her bed, desperately cluthing at Buffy. “I’m ready for you,” she smiled softly. “I’ve been waiting, all night, Buff.”

“Fred,” Buffy sighed, wearily, “I’ve been with Angel all evening. We agreed, you’d find ‘other’ friends and I’d have my dick, when needed. Remember?”

“Yes,” Fred sniffed, anxiously, “but I so want to taste you tonight, Buffy, please. I don’t care if Angel’s still inside you, I don’t. Let me kiss you, taste you, please baby.”

Buffy sighed, heavily and lay, naked on her bed. Her long, slim legs open for Fred’s perusal. “Okay, sweetie,” Buffy whispered as Fred began her predictable, sweet licking motion on her clit.

It was that moment that Buffy decided to go through with her new plan of action. The one she had just thought up the day before.

Buffy would drive up to Santa Barbara, tomorrow night, Friday, and hit a gay club she’d heard about up there. It would be ‘hard’ for Buffy, real different and difficult for her to explore this new world. But, Buffy was game and really wanted to find some new experiences in this club, for herself.

She hoped to find an untamed, wild child, just like herself that would broaden her horizons. Of course, Fred could never know about it. When it came to Buffy fucking other guys? Fred had no problem. But just let her think another female was in the picture? The quiet, shy, Texan girl may just go ballistic.

All went as planned that Friday night. Buffy used the excuse to go see her Mom and little sister in Santa Barbara, where they lived. Actually, Buffy had no intention of seeing either of them, instead, she intended on renting a hotel room, getting totally ‘hottied’ up and hitting this club someone had told her about.

When Buffy entered the ‘The Dog and Kitty Club’ (sorry, totally ugh, huh?) she knew right away that she’d come to the right place. Her pussy went wet, immediately when she saw two beautiful women, gyrating together on the dance floor. Damn, the girls were practically dry humping each other and it got even more tasty when a guy, a very undressed guy, joined them and began to grind into the brunette’s ass with his crotch.

Buffy hurried over to the bar and ordered a ‘sex on the beach’ drink and watched the festivities around her. She held her breath and scanned the room, trying to ‘pick out’ a likely partner for the night. Someone with a wild streak, that’s what Buffy wanted tonight. A raw, uninhibited woman, or two, if necessary.

That’s when she saw ‘her’ the raven haired woman, about twenty-one or younger, in the corner booth. The ‘girl’ was surrounded by women and men alike, who just hung on every word she said. She had long, curly black hair, and eyes that just blared heat, even from across the room.

Buffy wondered, briefly, if her eyes were brown, or maybe even coal black. Whatever color they were, right at that moment, the seductive brunette was coyly running her hand on a cute blond female’s thigh, she could see that from under the table. However, the beauty in question was staring straight at Buffy, her eyes, smoldering with fire and lust.

“Fuck,” Buffy hissed softly, “this is gonna’ be a good night!”

“Faith’s a prize, eh?” the bartender asked, breaking Buffy’s concentration on the brunette’s perursal.

“Huh?” Buffy asked, a little dazed, “Faith you say?” She looked at the bartender, her fair brow raised in question.

“Yeah, that’s our Faithy,” the bartender chuckled. “She’s got every chic, dude and anyone in between wrapped around her little red painted finger, for miles that is. “It does appear,” the bar guy laughed again, heartily, “that although young Faith has her hand up Cassie’s skirt, that her ‘thoughts’ are on you?”

He poured Buffy another drink, on the house he said and winked at her. “I’d make my move, pretty fast, if I were you. It’s Friday night, Faith is going to go home with a girl tonight, might as well be you.”

“Might as well be,” Buffy repeated, with tentative excitement. She felt her netherlips constrict and grow wetter as she glanced over at the hot brunette who was now making it no secret, to anyone, just who ‘she’ was looking at. Buffy!

Buffy took a deep gulp of her drink and set it on the bar. She screwed up her courage and stood up from the bar stool, intent on making her way over to the booth and ‘closer’ to this Faith.

Before she could take a step, a lovely, but fragile red-haired woman sidled up to her. Buffy gave the gray eyed beauty a once over, then tried to head for the booth.

“It’s not necessary,” the girl next to her giggled, lightly. “Faith sent me over, she wants you tonight. No question, and boy, is she hot for you. I should know. I’m her kind of ‘steady’ girlfriend…”

Buffy looked at the girl, a little stunned that she’d be so amicable about her so called sexy girlfriend wanting to be with another woman. First, Buffy glanced at Faith, who was grinning like a loon at her, then back at the red head, who was smiling, knowingly.

“It’s okay,” the girl sighed softly, “I like for Faith to be happy. It’s the most important thing for me. She’s even got a boyfriend, he travels constantly and has no idea that our Faith goes both ways. I’m not what you’d call monogamous myself and since I have an early day tomorrow, at work?” She grinned happily, “I’m more then willing to help Faith find a little companionship for the night.”

“Oh!” the girl exclaimed giddily, “I’ve talked my head off. I’m Willow. What’s your name?”

Buffy told her, then smiled at her reaction. “It suits you,” the red head nodded as she scanned Buffy’s hot outfit, a little gleam in her gray eyes.

“You’re pretty understanding, you know?” Buffy finally stated the obvious and grinned at the red head, almost disappointed that the girl seemed to setting her up with her friend. Buffy felt a little ‘moist’ just thinking about maybe taking on both this Willow and her hottie girl, Faith.

Willow shrugged, “I’d be joining you,” she giggled good-naturedly, “if I didn’t have an early call tomorrow.”

Reaching out her blue painted fingernails, Buffy ran them down Willow’s bare arm. Happy when she realized she had illicited goose bumps on the girls fair skin.

“Are you sure you can’t delay your ‘morning call’ Willow?” Buffy purred, seductively.

“I, uhm,” Willow whispered, taking Buffy’s hand in hers and placing it on her lace covered right breast. “It’s tempting,” she murmered, leaning in to place a light kiss on Buffy’s lips.

“Moving in on my territory, Wills?” came a husky voice, seemingly belonging to this Faith chic.

Buffy looked into the brunettes fiery eyes and realized that she was about to embark on the very rollercoaster she’d been looking for.

“Sorry, baby,” Willow sighed, not very conincingly, “but she’s so cute. This is Buffy. Buffy, this is Faith.”

“Hey,” Faith grinned at Buffy, taking in her sexy leather outfit.

Buffy couldn’t take her eyes off of Faith’s tits. They practically hung out of the black leather bustier that she wore. A tanned tummy peeked from under the vests’ bottom and Buffy resisted the urge to reach out and fiddle with the belly ring the girl had pierced there.

“It’s got a matching mate,” Faith purred huskily as she ran her red finger nail down Buffy’s jawline.

“Huh?” Buffy asked, a little dazed. “A matching mate?” She asked, confused.

“Down lower,” Faith chuckled, “on my right pussy lip. It’s a match, but then you’ll just have to find that out for yourself, huh, sweet cheeks?”

“Yes,” Buffy rasped, her green eyes half closed. By now, Buffy’s thong was drenched in her own juices and she couldn’t stop thinking about Faith’s voluptuous tits that staring her right in the face. Only problem was, Buffy thought sadly, is that they were still covered by the tight leather vest.

“She is cute,” Faith laughed heartily, grinning at Willow. “Too bad you can’t come back to my place, Wills. We could show little Miss Cheerleader the time of her life, couldn’t we though?”

“Yes,” Willow sighed in frustration. “But maybe…”

The red head reached into her pocket and pulled out a cell phone. She sped dialed a number and mumbled something, Buffy could only hear ‘late’ by hours probably.

“Let’s go,” Willow grinned wickedly, helping Buffy up by her slim arm.

“Yes, let’s get going,” Faith laughed deeply. “I can’t wait to show Buffy your latest yoga position, sweetie,” she grabbed Buffy by the ass and pinched her.

In the car, Buffy drove, or at least tried to. It was pretty damn difficult, since all’s she see, from the corner of her eye, was Faith next to her in the front seat, with Willow on the passenger side.

While she drove, hell bent, to Faith’s place, the two other women gave Buffy quite a show themselves.

Willow was french kissing Faith, her tongue shoved down the brunette’s sleek throat.

Faith had her fingers thrust over Willow’s pussy, over her pants material, actually, and was rubbing the girl into a frenzy.

Finally, Faith broke from the kissing, at a stop light and grinned over at Buffy.

“Willow’s got the most amazing cunt,” Faith said, matter-of-factly, “it tastes like strawberries! You’ll see, when you get to go down on her!”

Buffy felt her thong just get soaked again, and she moaned in desire. It didn’t help, when Faith took her other hand and rubbed Buffy’s right tit with it.

“You’re pretty endowed,” the brunette girl chuckled, “for such a little squirt. Can’t wait to suck on your titties. I bet they’re just gorgeous, huh? I can’t wait to see Wills sucking them, while I fuck one of you with my mouth!”

‘Fuck,’ Buffy thought to herself, ‘I’ve fucking died and gone to Nirvana!’


A/N: A little ‘teaser’ chapter. Next time we’ll see what Buffy ‘remembers’ from her first threesome. I have to admit, this story is really mostly PWP, so don’t expect a great classical work of art, kay? Thanks, ETS