Damage

Riley and Buffy continued their weekly ritual of dinner and a movie for several weeks then moved into hanging out at Buffy’s or with Willow and Xander at the Bronze, the local all age’s club. Riley was happier than he had ever been. He had already decided that Buffy was going to be the girl he married.

Buffy had other ideas. She enjoyed Riley’s company, well, in small doses. She just didn’t feel any spark with him. They kissed and held hands but that was about the extent of their physical relationship. They had tried to “make out” a couple times but it was very awkward and Buffy stopped it both times.

Willow could sense that Buffy wasn’t as enamored with Riley as he was with her and confronted her friend about it. Buffy reluctantly admitted that she didn’t have deep feelings for Riley but she also told Willow she just couldn’t bear to be mean to him and break up with him. He hadn’t actually done anything wrong. He was the perfect boyfriend. Too perfect, Buffy often thought.

Riley was everything she was supposed to want but she didn’t want him. He was so boyish and proper and so damn nice it made her want to scream sometimes. No one could be this damn perfect. She felt like he wanted her to be perfect too and put her on a pedestal that she could never live up to.

But when all was said and done, Buffy would not end it for whatever misguided her reasons were. She decided to stick it out with him hoping that maybe the more time she spent with him, that her feelings would start to develop.

They had been an official couple for almost 4 months now and while Riley spent enormous amounts of time at her house, Buffy had yet to go to Riley’s. She asked him about it several times and he changed the subject. She didn’t know what he was hiding but she assumed it was his mom. She had heard the rumors at school too about his mom being a nutcase. She wanted to tell him that didn’t matter to her but she didn’t know how to bring it up to him without offending him so she just bided her time.

One day, Riley finally asked her if she wanted to come over and meet his dad. Buffy didn’t know anything about Riley’s dad. She had never met him or heard anything about him other than he was somewhat of a recluse and didn’t leave his house much so he could take care of Riley’s mom. She pictured him as a big hulking guy like John Goodman meets Grizzly Adams, looking at Riley’s football player physique.

“Is your mom gonna be there too?” Buffy asks innocently on the ride over since Riley had referred to just his dad, she thought it would be the perfect time to slip it in.
“Umm...no…well, she is there but she stays upstairs. She’s not feeling well” Riley explained.
“Oh…O.K.” Buffy replied.
“Dad is cool though. I’m sure you’ll like him and he’ll adore you” Riley smiled hoping to calm her nervousness of meeting his folks, well, one of them at least.

“Well, here we are” Riley said as he pulled into a driveway that framed a house twice the size of hers.
“WOW” was all she could say.
“Yeah, it’s a big house.” Riley shut the engine off.
“What does your father do for a living?” Buffy inquired.
“He’s a writer. He wrote some books back in the day that made a lot of money.” Riley answered her.
“He’s a famous author? Wow, I didn’t know that.” Buffy told him.
“Well, he writes under a pen name and has never appeared in public or been photographed so….he likes his privacy.” Riley explained.
“I see” Buffy responded.

Buffy walked up to the house with Riley and waited while he unlocked the door to let them in. Once inside he called out, “DAD! We’re here!”
Riley had informed Spike that he was finally bringing Buffy by this afternoon. Spike had been badgering him about never bringing his girl over after all this time. He teased him that she must really be ugly for him to keep hiding her. In reality, Riley did still not like the idea of Buffy coming in contact with his mom even though Spike assured him it wouldn’t happen. Sometimes she did like to wander out of her suite of rooms.

Riley grabbed Buffy’s hand and pulled her along with him down the front hall until they came to what Buffy saw was the family room, a big screen TV dominating the far wall.
“Wow, that’s a huge TV” she commented.
“Yeah, Dad spares no expense when it comes to watching “Passions”. He told her.
Buffy laughed, “Your DAD watches the soap opera “Passions”? That’s too funny” Buffy wiped the tears of hterhter that were forming in her eyes away.
“I’m glad you find my choice of passing the time so amusing, pet” a deep gravely sexy British accent said from behind her causing her to jump.
“Dad! Hey!” Riley smiled.

Buffy hesitantly turned around and felt like the wind was knocked out of her as her eyes beheld the most beautiful man she had ever seen in her life. Piercing blue pools stared back at her over top finely chiseled cheekbones. He had slicked back bleached blonde hair, a medium build and a clearly visible through his skin tight t-shirt 6-pack. He was wearing tight black jeans which accentuated a large bulge at his crotch. Buffy felt herself start to blush as she realized where she was staring. Her eyes traveled back up to his face where she found him watching her watching him. He raised an eyebrow at her that she noticed had a scar on it. Sexy scar. No, Buffy. Not sexy. Nothing about your boyfriend’s father is sexy, she told herself. He looked nothing like Riley and certainly nothing like she expected and what was up with the British accent? Riley didn’t have one.

Spike may have been out of the game for awhile, having wit with Drusilla for 21 years and married to her for 18 of those but he still knew when a girl was checking him out as Buffy was so blatantly doing now. Riley remained oblivious however, thankfully.

“Dad, this is Buffy. Buffy, my dad” Riley’s voice penetrated their stares.
“A pleasure to meet you, luv” Spike said.
Buffy felt weak in the knees at his term of endearment.
“Y...Yyyou...ttooo” she stuttered feeling herself blush hotly.
“We’re gonna hang out here today and watch some DVD’s on the big screen, O.K.?” Riley asked his dad.
“Yeah, sure. There are some snacks and sodas in the kitchen if you guys want any. I’ll be in my study.” Spike informed them.
“Thanks, Dad. Later” Riley said, walking over to the DVD player and selection of movies.

Buffy stood still like a statue still staring at Spike. He winked at her with a smirk and turned on his heel, leaving the room.
Breath, Buffy. Breath, she told herself.
“Buffy, what do you want to watch?” Riley asked her as she just about collapsed onto the sofa, heak kak knees finally giving out.
“I don’t care, Riley. Surprise me” she said.
“Alright…no problem” he went over to the player and popped one in.
Thirty minutes later, Buffy excused herself to go to the bathroom. Riley gave her directions and she left the room. She didn’t actually have to go to the bathroom but she could only endure so much of the cheesy stupid movie he had on. Also if she was honest with herself, she was hoping to see Mr. Finn again.

She explored the section of the house she was in, finally coming to the bathroom. She heard typing coming from the room across the hall from the bath. The door was closed. I guess this is his study, she thought as she crossed over to the closed door. She put her hand up on it and pressed it to the wood.

Spike sat at his desk trying to resume what he was working on but his thoughts kept drifting back to the little blonde goddess he had just met. Christ, what was he thinking? She was a kid. A kid that was his son’s girlfriend at that. God she had a body that wouldn’t quit though and that face, a beautiful little pixie she was. Riley had not been exaggerating when he told him Buffy was beautiful.

Stop thinking about her, Spike. Stop thinking about the way she was looking at you. Stop thinking about the way she was looking at your crotch. Buffy. Crotch. No. Crap. He felt the tell tale stirrings in his loins. Spike stood up from his desk and walked to his door, His intent to go splash some cold water on his face and try and cool off his obvious desire for the girl. He swung the door open and said girl fell into him.

“Oh God!” Buffy said as she steadied herself against the hard chest she had just fallen into.
“Looking for me, pet?” Spike smirked, all previous thoughts to cool off forgotten as he regarded the girl pressing into him presently.
“Uhhh…I was looking for the bathroom” Buffy stammered.
“Across the hall, luv. Here, I’ll show you.” Buffy pulled slightly away from him but just stood there in a fixed position.
“Buffy?” Spike motioned for her to follow him but she still stood still.
Spike stepped up closer to her, “Buffy, don’t you want me to show you” he said, it coming out entirely too seductive and suggestive than it should have.
Buffy swallowed the lump in her throat and then abandoning all inhibitions as if her desire had a will of its own said, “Yes. I want you to show me, Mr. Finn.”

Spike sucked in his breath at her clearly suggestive comment. He took her hand gently and led her to the bathroom. They entered and he turned on the light and fan for noise, then closed the door and locked it. He was going to burn in hell but he didn’t care. All that mattered right now was the girl standing before him. He had to have her. He selfishly forgot about his son down the hall and his wife upstairs and backed Buffy up against the wall placing both hands on either side of her as he lowered his head to kiss her.

Buffy’s mind was a mass of lust as she felt stirrings in her body she had never known were there previously. She was in a bathroom with her boyfriend’s father about to be fucked up against the wall, she knew it. She knew this was it. She felt it. She would not leave this room a virgin. She had felt more with Spike without him even touching her than she ever felt the entire 4 months she had been with Riley including when he kissed and touched her.

There was something wrong with her. She must be bad. Buffy is a very bad girl, her mind told her. The next thing she knew, Spike’s lips were smashed against hers and he was devouring her. Riley had never kissed her like this. Spike kissed her like he was starving for her. Like he would die if he couldn’t taste her. Buffy instinctively returned his kiss and wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

Spike pressed his body up againers ers grinding his crotch into hers as she returned his kisses with equal fervor. God, her little body was on fire. She wanted this as much as him. Spike lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist as he moved his lips down to her neck and nipped and sucked. Buffy let out soft moans.

Spike carried her over to the sink and set her down on the edge of the counter. He hurriedly worked with the buttons on her shirt, finally getting it undone to reveal two pert breasts encased in the lacy cups of her bra. He stroked his thumbs over her nipples, bringing them to taut peaks. He reached down and slid her little skirt up her legs, sliding his hands underneath and coming to rest on the waistband of her panties. He grabbed them and slid them down and off of her.

Buffy was in a state of euphoria. She was beyond thinking about anything but feeling this man against her. She didn’t know where this wanton woman inside her came from but she was winning the war over sweet little good girl Buffy. She felt Spike’s fingers graze her between her legs at the place no one had ever touched before. She didn’t even touch herself there except when she was washing.

“God, you’re so wet” Spike finally broke the silence.
Buffy felt another rush of liquid pool between her legs just at the sound of his voice.
Spike reached down and undid his belt and fly then pushed his jeans down to mid thigh. Buffy watched in fascination as his cock sprang free standing tall. She had never seen one in person, only in the pictures they had shown in sex-ed at school. It looked huge. She didn’t have anything to compare it too but she was sure he must be larger than the average. She licked her lips not even realizing her action but Spike saw it and he groaned.
“Like what you see, luv?” he asked her.

Buffy nodded her head not knowing what to say. Spike, under the impression, by her actions thus far, that this was not her first time, placed his erection at her entrance and wedged it inside. God, she was tight. Fuck!
“Ohhhhhh…” Buffy moaned as she felt him start to fill her.
“Oh Buffy, baby…you feel so good” Spike panted as he thrust forward. Before he could reverse his forward thrust as he felt the barrier that wasn’t supposed to be there, it was too late. His cock savagely tore through her hymen. Buffy let out a scream but Spike put his hand up over her mouth to muffle it.

“Oh God, it hurtr. Fr. Finn. It hurts really bad.” Buffy sobbed into his hand.
“I’m sorry. God, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know. Why didn’t you tell me? Christ, Buffy” Spike kept himself still inside of her where he was still deeply embedded.
“I’m sorry…I figured you knew….I…” Buffy sniffled.
“Fuck!” Spike swore and began to pull out of her.
“NO! Please, don’t leave me” Buffy held him tight to her and arched her hips up into him.
“Oh fuck yeah…” Spike moaned as he slid in even deeper.
“I’m alright. Mr. Finn...Really...it’s O.K. now. I want you to finish” Buffy smiled at him shyly.

Spike rested his forehead against hers and closed his eyes briefly then opened them to stare into hers.
“Are you sure, Buffy?” he asked her.
“Positive. It still hurts but it also feels good. I don’t understand.” Buffy tried to explain.
“You don’t have to honey. Just feel. I’ll make it so good for you. I promise” Spike assured her.

He slowly pulled out then pushed back in. Buffy’s eyes rolled back in her head and she held on tight as he began pumping in and out. He was so hot and huge and hard and it hurt but it also felt better than anything she had ever felt in her life. She didn’t understand how something that hurt like that could feel so good at the same time. Before she knew it, she felt herself begin to tremble and her vaginal muscles clenched hard around Spike’s cock.
“Ohhh...God...what’s happening to me? What’s….Ohhhhhhh...Ohhhhhhhhhh” Buffy felt a gush of wetness between her legs as she experienced her first ever orgasm.

Christ almighty, Spike thought. She is a virgin and in pain and still came like that so soon. Damn.
“What was that?” she asked as she came down from her high.
“You had an orgasm, that’s what it was. Haven’t you ever had an orgasm before, Buffy?” Spike slowed his thrusts down.
“No, you know this is my first time…” Buffy began.
“No, sweetheart. I know you were a virgin but I mean…you’ve never touched yourself? Got yourself off? Masturbated?” Spike questioned her.
“No!” Buffy blushed profusely.

Spike couldn’t believe how darling she was. Here she was with his cock rammed up her and she was blushing because he asked her if she masturbated. This was priceless.
Spike leaned in and kissed her again speeding up his thrusts.
“Ohh...yeah…fuck…Buffy…so tight…wet…could stay inside you forever…you’re my princess….fuck…ohhh…unnnghhh…gonna cum inside you, Buffy…gonna flood you with my cum…” Spike began talking nasty to Buffy and it really turned her on. She felt herself start to build up again, trying to attain another climax.

“Unnnnnnghhhhhhhh...I’m cumming…I’m cumming” Spike’s hips jerked as he spewed his semen deep inside her.
“Ahhhhhhhh...Mr. Finn…me too…..ohh…ohh ohh” Buffy moaned joining him in orgasm.
“Call me Spike” he gritted out.
“Spike? O.K., Spike…” Buffy sighed.

They rested against each other as they waited for their breathing to return to normal.
Spike finally pulled away, sliding out of her. Buffy looked down and saw his now softening cock shiny with cum and covered in blood.
“Oh God! Blood!” Buffy pointed.
“It’s alright, pet. Virgins bleed the first time. I ripped your hymen. That’s where the blood comes from. Don’t worry. It’s not permanent damage.”
“My hymen is gone. I’d call that permanent damage” Buffy joked but Spike wasn’t amused as the reality of what they had just done came crashing down on him.

“Put your clothes on Buffy” Spike thrust her panties at her, the only thing he had completely removed. She slid down off the counter and began to button her shirt up.
Spike moved to the sink and quickly washed his cock off then tucked himself back into his jeans. He turned back around to see Buffy standing there holding her panties, bottom lip trembling.

“Buffy?” Spike said.
“Did I do something wrong? Was I not….good?” she asked softly.
Spike sighed and walked to her, putting his hands on her shoulders.
“You were wonderful, Buffy. You didn’t do anything wrong. It was me that was wrong. I took advantage of you. I’m a monster” he hung his head.
“No, you’re not Mr. F...er Spike…I wanted it too.”
“That doesn’t matter. I’m the adult. Christ, I’m old enough to be your father, Buffy” Spike ran his fingers through his hair.
“But you’re not my father, Spike.” She put her arms around him and hugged him then whispered, “But you can be my Daddy”.

Spike groaned and pulled away.
“Do you have any idea what kind of game you’re playing here, little girl? You need to go, Buffy. Now.” Spike pointed to the door.
“Why?” Buffy asked as she stepped into her panties and pulled them up under her skirt.
“Because if you don’t leave now, I’m going to fuck you up against the wall again” Spike turned and held onto the counter’s edge, “That and the fact that my son, YOUR boyfriend is down the hall watching TV and MY wife is upstairs.”

“O.K., Bye Spike” Buffy said softly as she reached for the door. Spike was on her in an instant, kissing her breathlessly.
“You’re mine, Buffy” he said, then opened the door, checked that the coast was clear and slipped out and back over into his study.

Buffy calmed her breathing once he was gone and then checked herself in the mirror, making sure she looked presentable, hoping Riley wouldn’t notice anything was off. She exited the bathroom and went back to the living room.

Riley was sound asleep on the sofa. No wonder he had never come looking for her. She had been gone quite awhile. She found a pad of paper and a pen on a side table and left a note for Riley that she had went home and that she’d see him tomorrow. She let herself out the front door and took her cell phone out of her pocket and called Xander to come pick her up. It was too long of a walk to her house and he was her only friend with a car. Willow didn’t drive yet either.

As she waited for Xander, all she could think of was that she was no longer a virgin and that she had just fucked Riley’s father. She had turned into an entirely different girl in that bathroom, doing and saying things she would have never thought of or done before. Maybe that was the real her that had just been waiting to get out. Well, Riley had been riabouabout one thing. She definitely liked his father and his father adored her. She sighed wondering what on earth she was going to do now as she felt Spike’s cum and her blood mixture trickling between her thighs.

Continued in Chapter 4- The Long Ride Home