Buffys Little Secret

CHAPTER 3 - RILEY SHOULDNT HAVE A DICK


And we're back at that stupid store.

I told her I couldn't go in there, that I was allergic to the fabric that they use, but she just gave me a weird look and told me to "get over it."

Come on now, what if I really was? Does shopping over rule her friendship with me? Does she want me to break out in hives and be miserable all day?

Apparently.

She's now scurrying around the store, piling clothes in my arms for her to try on.

You know, I feel like a husband that their wife forces them to go shopping with them. They make them carry their purses, the carts, the bags... and all they do is try on clothes and attempt to make themselves look pretty.

Not that Buffy needs help looking pretty. I didn't mean it like that.

She's like.... the hottest non-slutty woman there is. And that's hard to do, be hot but not be slutty. I cant do that. But I DO look damn sexy when I do look slutty.

I'd do me.

I know B would give me this ultra-weird look if I said that though.

"B are you done yet?"

"Of course not! I haven't even tried this stuff on!"

Shoot me please.

"Then hurry up."

She gives me this 'why do you have to be no fun' look.

That is, right before she picks out some pink lacy underwear and bra set.

My eyebrows practically flew off my forehead. Is she gonna model this stuff for me?

She didn't notice my reaction as she headed to the dressing room. Me (a very hopeful me) following behind her.

She pushed me down on a seat without a word and goes into one of the stalls. I look at the space underneath it when I see her pants drop and I start to get a little hot and bothered.

Buffy's in there with a thong on.

Yes, I DO know it's a thong.

When she got out of the car her pants went down a little and I saw a red thong. I almost pushed her back into the car and fucked her good and hard. Damn, that'd be the day.

The door opened and B came out, modeling some skirt and tank top.

I wanted to rip them off.

"You like?"

I know I'd like what's under them better.

"Yeah, they're cool."

Whatever.

"I think the skirts too short though," she turned around to look at herself in the mirror when i noticed I could see the bottom on her ass.

Daaammmnnn.

She turned back around, oblivious. "Do you think it is?" All cute and innocent.

"Nope, I think its perfect."

She shrugged, "Well I can't afford it so I guess it doesn't really matter." And then back she goes into the cubicle.

A couple minutes later she stepped out again.

And my breath left me.

Oh. My. Fucking. God.

B was standing there in the pink underwear set. The bra was a pushup and the bottom was a thong. I cant believe Little Miss Tightly Wound is modeling a THONG for me.

"I can actually afford this, isn't that a surprise? Do you like?"

And she turned around, giving me a nice look at her ass.

Jesus Christ I wanna bend her over and take her from behind. She's got such a NICE ass.

"I could eat you."

She turned around and blushed, "W-What?"

Shit! I said that out loud? Oh my god Faith you DUMBASS.

"I said, 'I need to eat something'."

She raised an eyebrow, "Noo, you said, 'I could eat you'."

Damn it! She's supposed to just accept it and let it go. What the hell??

"Yeah, okay, I did. You just look wicked fucking hot in that."

She smiled a little, "Really? So you think Riley would like it?"

..........

RILEY??

I'm gonna castrate him.

"Yeah, B. Sure. Riley."

Fuck head.

How come her gets to fuck her and I don't? I'm SO much prettier! AND SHE LIKES TO EAT PUSSY, WHICH I HAVE!!

"Alright, I'll buy it." And she skips happily into the cubicle while I'm left seething.

I HATE THAT GUY!

Four hours later we left the mall.

Yeah, FOUR.

I guess that's not as bad as last time. Last time it was five and a half. I almost killed myself.

We're now at her house, carrying in the twelve bags she has. The twelve FULL bags she has. We head up to her room after saying hi to Joyce and drop them on the floor.

"I refuse to EVER shop with you again."

"Why? It was fun!"

She's seriously demented.

"No, it wasn't. You wanna know fun? Let me take you out tonight."

She starts rummaging through her bags, pulling out clothes left and right, "Where you gonna take me?"

"Its a surprise."

She looked up. "A surprise? Since when do YOU make surprises?"

I scowl at her, "What? You think I'm incapable of it? Is THAT what your saying?"

Buffy rolled her eyes, "No. Why do you have to be so challenging all the time?"

"I am NOT challenging all the time!"

"Ugh, nevermind. I don't want to get into an argument with you." And shes back to taking the clothes out of the bag.

"So you gonna come or what?"

"What?" She looked up. "Oh, oh yeah. Sure."

Yeah, she sounds enthused. Sarcasm.

"Alright, I'll pick you up at nine then. Wear something sexy," I wink at her.

That got her attention. "What? Sexy? I don't own anything sexy."

"Then come over earlier and I'll let ya borrow some clothes." I say casually as I walk out the door.

Plan A: Take Buffy out, get Buffy drunk.

Goal: Have hot and nasty sex with her.

I couldn't lose.

TBC........