So Damn Domestic

One Month Later. FPOV


“Ask me if I give a shit!” Yeah, that’s Dawn, yelling at Kyle. Those two got here yesterday, the rest of the scoobies are coming tomorrow. This is the sixth fight today between those two. If Dawn weren’t pregnant with twins I’d ask ‘em to go stay at a hotel or something but I can’t because Buffy said it’s really important that she have family with her right now and I really don’t want to piss Buffy off. She’s irritable because her due date is so close yet so far. One more week and the doctor’s are gonna take that baby out of her but a weeks seems like a fuckin eternity.


“Don’t tell me to keep my fucking voice down. You’re the reason I’m yelling in the first place. If you would just get off your lazy ass for once and help me out then maybe I wouldn’t have to be such a bitch! But that seems to be the only way to get you to do anything for someone other then yourself!” She’s over exaggerating and she’s not givin him the credit he deserves. Ever since they got here he’s done nothing but wait on her and she’s not very grateful about it and she seems to forget about all of it because she keeps telling him that he’s not helpin her out when really that’s all he’s done. It’s kind of sad actually.


Luckily the kids aren’t here to listen to this. It’s Saturday and I asked my dad if he would watch ‘em for the day so I can get the rest of the housework done. Now that B can get up for fifteen minutes at a time she’s been goin into more rooms then just the bathroom, which means I gotta start doin more then just light vacuuming and spot dusting. The kitchen floor hasn’t been moped in so long there’re spots all over it where food has been dropped but never really cleaned up and all of the counters are sticky. I don’t know how they’re sticky but they are. It’s kinda like with little kids and them always havin jam hands. Even when there’s no jam in the house, they have jam hands.


“What are they yelling about now?” Buffy asks when she walks into the kitchen. Well, I should say waddle ‘cause that’s what she’s doing. With one hand on her lower back ‘cause she’s been having a lot of back pain. But that’s just normal pregnancy stuff. She’s been having a hard time sleepin too. She can’t get comfortable. She sleeps on her side with a couple pillows between her legs for the support or whatever but she still has a hard time getting to sleep. A couple times she tried drinking warm milk but by the time she was getting drowsy she had to pee.


“I don’t know. She’s bein bitchier then she was yesterday.” B glares at me, and waddles over to the fridge. She’s had this weird craving for apple juice. Yeah I know about the pregnancy cravings, I had tons when I was pregnant with Addy but B doesn’t even like apple juice. And she gets pissed off so much easier then before.


Ever since her birthday and Addy called her old she gets so bitchy so fast a person can get whiplash if they’re in the room when the change happens. Ha, I am still one silly bitch. But yeah, we had our birthdays already. It is February now, so we’re both a year older and still lookin fuckin hot. But she’s pissed because I’m younger then she is. She’s just insane ‘cause of the pregnancy, I’m sure once the doctors take the baby outta her she’ll be sane again. Hopefully.


“Could you please not talk about my little sister like that? I’d really appreciate it.” Sir, yes, sir. Could she be anymore commanding? Ok, sometimes it’s fun when I’m lyin on the bed and she’s straddlin my face and holdin onto the headboard and lookin down at me, her eyes are dark ‘cause she’s so fuckin turned on, and she’s dripping wet just waiting for me to touch her. And when I tease a little or hesitate just to see what she’ll do she gets a little frustrated and she’ll lower herself onto my face and she’ll say ‘stop playing around Faith. Just fuck me with that dirty mouth of yours’. Great, now I’m all worked up. Guess it’s time to hit the bathroom.


“I’m sorry baby,” I tell her and rest my chin on her shoulder. At least she isn’t tryin to shrug me off. “I’m just getting tired of hearin them fight. And Kyle does a lot for her, ya know? It’s just irritating listening to her call him a lazy ass when he’s not.” She sighs and starts to chug down the apple juice right outta the plastic jug. I can’t help but feel kinda proud. All these years of livin with me have affected her. I’m not the only one who’s changed. I give her a little kiss on the neck and I feel her shiver. “Gotta pee, and you need to get back in bed. It’s been more then fifteen minutes.” She rolls her eyes, I can’t see it but I know she did.


I step back and give her a little smack on the butt and run from the room. As I walk down the hall I hear her yell after me and she doesn’t sound too happy. I know I shouldn’t mess with her right now, there’ll be plenty of time for that after she’s recovered from the surgery but still. It’s been like two and half months since I’ve felt her touch and I’m getting a little frisky. I’ve been tryin my best to deal with this but it’s just so damn hard. I feel like I’m gonna explode and not in a good way. Speaking of exploding I need to take care of these hornies right now or somethin bad is gonna happen.


So I go into the bathroom and flip on the light. The lock doesn’t work anymore ‘cause last week Addy locked herself in here and wasn’t gonna come out because we got into a fight and she’s a drama queen. I guess she keeps forgetting that I’m a slayer too and have slayer strength. So I twisted the knob until the lock broke and sent her to her room. But that’s so off topic. I close the door and open up the cabinet under the sink. I made a little hidey hold just like in the closet of our old house in Shasta Lake. Remember, where I hid Buffy’s engagement ring? Anyway, I move aside the boxes of tampons and Addy’s bath toys and lift up the little section of wood I cut out a couple weeks ago. Cut just the right length and width to hide, oh let’s say, a magazine.


I don’t really need to look at it to get off but it helps speed up the process. I just imagine that it’s Buffy in most of the poses, there are three that I wouldn’t want to see her do and two girls that are really fuckin fine and no matter how hard I try I just can’t replace their image in my mind. But enough about them. I unbuckle my belt, pull down my pants and panties, and sit down on the toilet. I know this is beyond pathetic, but I can’t take a shower or B will get pissed ‘cause I’ve already taken one today. For hygienic purposes only, jeez I’m not that bad.


I flip through the magazine to my favorite picture. It’s a pose that I really wanna see B do in real life. The girl in the picture looks a little like B so imaging it’s her isn’t too hard. The girl is lyin on her back, her legs spread wide and she’s reaching down with one hand and holding herself open, like she’s trying to invite me in or something. I hold the magazine with one hand and start to rub my hard clit with the other.


God, this feels good but I can’t wait until it’s Buffy’s hand touching me, running her fingers through my wetness and lightly pinching my throbbing clit. I close my eyes and let the magazine fall to the floor as my hand speeds up. I’m so fuckin close, I can feel it in my stomach, a slow burning that wants out so bad. I just need something a little more to push me over the edge. I imagine that I’m doin this to B. That I’m fuckin her clit so fast my hand is nothing but a blur, and I can hear her callin out my name over and over again. And it sounds so real, like she’s here in the room or somethin.


“Faith…Faith…Faith…Faith!” Uhhhhhhhhh…oohhhhhhhh…uhhhh…aahhhh. Now I feel much better. Wait…what the hell? “Faith, what are you doing in there?” Oh my God, B’s really on the other side of the door and she was callin out my name. Fuck. And why the hell did she ask me what I’m doing in here? It’s a bathroom, what the fuck does she think I’m doing, baking cookies? FUCK! She’s opening the door. “Faith you’ve been in here for twenty- what the fuck?” Ok so I didn’t think she was going to react that badly. I mean, she knows I get myself off. She just didn’t know that sometimes I look at a porno-mag before I do.


I jump to my feet and pull my pants back up. She looks so pissed I think she might have a stroke or something. And even though I shouldn’t, I can’t help but get a little mad. What the fuck gives her the right to get so pissed? She came in here without even giving me enough time to tell her ‘hang on a sec’ so I can stash the porn. And now she’s getting pissed because I needed some release and looked at some pictures to help get me off? Just remember Faith, she’s irrational right now. Non-pregnant Buffy would probably…throw the biggest hissy fit known to man, rip out my eyes and stove ‘em up my ass. Fuck, I’m in trouble.


“If you’re going to do that when we have company you could at least block the door with the hamper. And you better be hiding that some place where the kids won’t find it or else you’ll be giving them the anatomy lesson.” And she just stands there looking at me with a little bit of anger. And I know this because she hasn’t ripped out my eyes and shoved ‘em up my ass. What the hell? “I need some help, I can’t reach the top shelf in the pantry.” Why isn’t she pissed? I mean, it’s cool that she’s not ‘cause my eyeballs get to stay in their sockets but right about now she should be throwing a big tantrum and saying something like ‘how can you look at that? Don’t you think I’m attractive anymore?’ So what’s up? “Faith, are you going to help me?”


“Uh, yeah. Just let me…clean up.” She nods her head and leaves the room and she closes the door behind her. Ok, that was weird. I flush the toilet just out of habit and wash my hands. I set the temperature so it’s almost burning me and I use Buffy’s flowery scented soap. I thought really hot water and regular soap would get rid of the smell but the other day I came in here and got some release and I thought I washed all of the smell off but when I went into the living room and started watching T.V. with Mattie he got a really weird look on his face and asked what was on my hands. I keep forgetting him and Addy are little miniature slayers and that comes complete with the whole slayer package: accelerated healing, advanced strength, speed, eyesight, coordination, and smell. But I started using this flowery stuff and there hasn’t been any questions since.


“Oh God, oh yes…a little harder…oh god…I’m so close….” Sounds like Dawn and her boy are making up…again. They’ve only been here for twenty hours and they’ve had sex five times. Well, at least someone in this house is getting laid ‘cause I’m sure as hell not getting any. I just hope B’s slayer healing works in over time to speed up her recovery ‘cause if I don’t get some soon I’ll probably spontaneously combust.


BPOV


For some reason I feel like I should be surprised that Faith has been hiding porn but I’m not. We haven’t had sex in over two months and it’s not like she joined a convent while I’m on pelvic rest. I was surprised when I opened the door because I didn’t think she’d do it in the middle of the day with Dawn and Kyle arguing in the next room. Couldn’t have been anything I did because I’m still in my pajamas and I look like a bloated cow. Maybe it’s all building up or something? She hasn’t had any in so long that she’s turned on all the time? Well, I’ll just have to fix that. Because I said something pretty important in this paragraph and if you don’t know what it is I’ll go ahead and remind you: ‘I’m on pelvic rest’. As in me, not Faith.


It isn’t fair that I haven’t touched her in the last two months. I should be able to find some self-control so that I can keep my wife happy. She can pretend all she wants that she’s handling it well, but she’s not. She’s pissy, almost all the time. She doesn’t realize it, she thinks she’s acting normal and when the kids fight back or when I look at her weird she thinks it’s us who have the problem because she doesn’t think there’s anything wrong with her. But she’s pissy, and she only gets pissy when she’s frustrated, and she’s only this frustrated when she’s gone too long without some hot lovin. So I’m going to change that. I’m an adult. I’m thirty-five years old. I should be able to show some self-control.


I wait for her in the pantry like I said I would. There’s enough room in here for three people, the door locks from the inside, and there’s a light but I don’t think we’re going to need it. I know this is a safe neighborhood but things happen, home invasion that kind of thing. And the pantry, for some reason, is at the very end of the hallway where all the bedrooms are. So Faith put a lock on this door in case someone breaks into the house, the kids will have someplace safe to go while Faith and I take care of whoever has entered our home. But that’s all hypothetical stuff that probably will never happen so I’ll stop talking about it now.


I flip on the light because it is pretty dark in here. Let’s see how am I going to seduce her? It won’t be too hard. She’ll fight me at first. Probably say something like ‘we can’t, it’ll hurt the baby’, but I already know what I’m going to say to that. Well, I did tell her I needed help because I can’t reach the top shelf because my stomach is too big so I’ll wait until she’s on her tippy toes trying to grab the peanut butter and then I’ll come up behind her and reach around and slowly slip my hand into her pants. I know once she feels my somewhat cold hands on her clit it’ll be all over. There’s no way in hell she’ll be able to say no. I hear the door open and look up. She walks in and the door closes behind her. Fuck the plan.


Before she can get a word out I shove her up against the door and kiss her. She moans into my mouth and I feel her body react to me. Her hips are lightly grinding back and forth and I can feel her heartbeat against my chest. I reach over and lock the door. I pull back from the kiss and we’re both panting. I latch onto her neck and strongly suck on the hot flesh. She’s moaning and groaning and trying to grind against something but she’s whispering the word no.


“Buffy you know we can’t. Stop…stop baby,” she says and pushes me back a little. I look into her eyes and she’s so turned on but she’s so damn stubborn at the same time. If she weren’t so stubborn she’d already be halfway to happyville right now, but nooo. I gently caress her cheek with my right hand and she leans into my touch. Her body is betraying her and I can tell she hates it.


“Faith, the doctor said I have to be on pelvic rest, not you. She never said it would hurt anything if I get aroused, I just can’t be penetrated or have an orgasm.” And you have no idea how much I hate that. “I need to stop being so selfish and I’m sorry that I have been. I can control myself. So please, let me do this.” She thinks about it for about five seconds and then her lips are on mine. I back up a little bit because I wasn’t prepared for that but I quickly gain the control. I press her up against the door and my hands instantly go to her belt. I struggle a little to get it off but I do and drop it to the ground. In one quick motion I unbutton and unzip her pants. I pull back from the kiss and look into her eyes.


“Are you trying to kill me?” she asks and thrusts her hips sharply. “Don’t stop now.” I smile and kiss her with all I’m worth. I slip my hand into her pants and cup her over her panties. She pulls back from the kiss and hisses in a breath. “Baby, don’t tease.” I lean in and kiss her again but it’s sloppy on her part. I move her underwear to the side and shove two fingers up inside her. She pulls back from the kiss and moans loudly. She pumps herself against my hand as I slowly thrust in and out of her. We start a slow rhythm and her head rolls back and her eyes close. The only sounds in the room is our heavy breathing, her moaning, and the wet clicking sound of her sopping pussy. She’s not talking though, and I can feel her straining, like she’s trying to force herself to come. I leave some little whisper kisses by her ear.


“Do you like what I’m doing to you baby?” I ask and she nods her head yes. If she’s not going to talk then I am. She likes it when I talk a little dirty. “This is what you’ve been dying for, isn’t it? My fingers slowly fucking you.” She lets out an ‘oh god’ and moans really loudly. “I can feel you trying to suck me in deeper.” And I can. She’s clenching down so tight I think my fingers are going to bruise.


“And you feel so good, Faith.” I circle her throbbing clit with my thumb. She moans louder and thrusts a little harder. I suck on her earlobe then pull back and blow warm air on the wet spot. She moans and thrusts a little harder against me. I speed up my fingers, but it’s a little hard because of the restriction of her jeans. “Look at me baby. I wanna see you when you come.” She opens her eyes and tilts her head down. Fuck, her eyes are so fucking dark. She’s so damn sexy right now. I press down on her clit really hard with my thumb and she sucks in a deep breath.


“Oh God, Buffy, uunnggghhhh.” I feel the outpour of her orgasm gush all over my hand. I can’t wait to taste it. It’s been so damn long since I’ve tasted her. Even if it’s just licking it off my hand, I’ll have to settle for that for now. But tonight I’m so gonna have her kneel over my face. This self-control thing isn’t so hard. She’s going to be one very happy woman for the next couple of days. We need to make up for all the time we weren’t together. Oh yeah, she’s gonna be very happy. She moans one last time before she goes quiet and rests her head on my shoulder.


“Thank you,” she whispers and kisses my neck. “Thank you,” kiss. “Thank you,” kiss. “Thank you,” kiss. She repeats this over and over again. But I have to make her stop because she’s getting me even more worked up then I already was just from touching her and hearing her moans. I guess she can feel my mood change and she stops what she’s doing and rests her head on my shoulder. We’re quiet for a few minutes until she gets her breathing under control. “You need to get back to bed. You’ve been up for way more then fifteen minutes.” I pull my hand out of her pants and look at my watch. I can’t help but laugh.


“Faith, we’ve only been in here for eight minutes.” She pulls back and gives me a surprised look. She’s never come that quick before. Then again we’ve never gone two and a half months without sex before. So I guess I should have expected a quick arrival.


“No way. Your watch is probably broken.” She leans down and kisses me. Our tongues swirl together and she pulls back just a little tiny bit and nips at my bottom lip. Then she pulls my tongue into her mouth and gently sucks on the tip. “Ok, you really do need ta get back to bed and I’ve got some stuff to do.” She’s getting worked up again, I can tell. That’s why she wants to get away from me. I understand so I’m not going to get mad. Besides I really do need to get back to bed. I leave a little kiss on her lips and then give her a devilish smile.


“Ok, I’ll go back. I’ll have the rest of my fun tonight.” Her pupils dilate a little more and I give her a quick peck on the lips. I take a couple steps back and she moves out of the way and I unlock the door and step out into the hallway. I wonder why the pantry is back here? I have no idea but I’m glad it is. If it were in the kitchen then someone so would have heard us, but back here is pretty deserted right now. I go into the bathroom and wash off my hands. I really want to lick it clean but I know it’ll just turn me on beyond all reason and I don’t think I’ll be able to control myself if I get anymore turned on then I am right now.


Great, Dawn and Kyle are fighting again. I hate listening to them fight, it always puts me in a bad mood. I know she’s pregnant with twins, and I know she’s scared and worried and really hormonal, but she needs to cut him some slack. I think there’s something more going on with her. I’ve seen some of the looks she’ll give Kyle when he’s not looking. She looks guilty about something. Maybe that’s why she’s lashing out all the time? It’s not like I’ve never done that before. What am I talking about? This is Dawn. She loves Kyle more then anything in the world, and she can be very bitchy, even when she’s not pregnant. I think she’s just going insane because of the hormones and all of the worrying a first time mother goes through. But still, it would be nice to get some sleep around here.


FPOV


Goddamn I can’t believe Buffy did that. It felt so fuckin good to have her fingers up inside me. It’s been way too damn long since we’ve done that. I feel kinda bad though, ‘cause she got me off but I can’t even return the favor. But she insisted so there’s not much I can do about it. There’s no way in hell I could’ve said no. It doesn’t matter that I got myself off in the bathroom not even five minutes before I went into the pantry. That was the first time I’ve felt B’s touch in a little over two months. I could’ve been fuckin myself all day long and still couldn’t have said no to her fucking me.


I zip and button my pants back up and pick my belt up off the floor. I make sure it goes through every loop and set it to the very last notch. I need to change these pants. I can feel my come all over ‘em, it’s starting to run down my thighs. It feels disgusting. And B moved my panties to the side instead of just slidin her hand down the front so they’re all wrinkled up now and it’s really uncomfortable. But I can’t help but smile ‘cause that was the best orgasm I’ve had in a really long time. And what she was saying wasn’t that dirty, but B usually doesn’t talk at all durin sex, she’s more of a moaner, so hearin her saying that stuff just added to it.


Great, Dawn and her boy are fighting again. I know Buffy said that I have to be nice and all that other shit but if they don’t stop this shit I’m gonna make ‘em stay at a hotel ‘cause I’m not gonna make my kids listen to this shit when they get home tonight. And I’m getting sick and tired of listening to it. If Kyle would grow some fucking balls and stand up to her I’m sure she’d shut the fuck up every once in a while. I understand the pregnancy hormones but sometimes she goes a little too far and I wanna slap her, and she isn’t even talkin to me. I have no idea how Kyle can just sit there and take that shit.


“Hey baby,” B says when I walk in the room. “I was wondering when you were gonna come in here. You took a little longer then I expected.” And then the little minx gives me her sexy smile. She’s trying to get me worked up, and it’s working. Jeez, when I was a teenager it took so much more then a sexy smile from anyone to get me worked up. Lots of grinding on the dance floor, a couple drinks, or if a demon got away from a big fight, but never from just a sexy smile. “I can’t wait until tonight,” she says and giggles a little bit and bites her bottom lip. “It’s been so damn long since I’ve tasted you.” Oh God. She’s trying to kill me isn’t she? Did I do something wrong? Is this her way of punishing me?


“Yeah it has,” I say and walk over to the dresser. I turn my back to her while I change ‘cause if I were looking at her right now I probably wouldn’t be able to get dressed. I’d probably jump on the bed naked from the waist down and straddle her face and have her eat me. So I think it’s better if I don’t look at her. “I need to do some grocery shopping. Do you want me to pick anything up for you while I’m out?” She lets out a little ‘hmmm’ while she thinks about it.


“Some strawberry ice cream so you can make me a milkshake when you get back.” Here’s the difference between the first year of dating someone and the eleventh year: in the first year I probably would have said ‘well, I’ll make you a milkshake but only if you do something nice for me’ or something like that. Now all I’m doing is smiling and nodding. Even though she can’t see my face I’m smiling. “And do you think you can run to the mall and pick up some new sexy lingerie for you to wear tonight? Something...red.” I can’t help but laugh a little at that.


“And who am I to deny you something like that?” I ask and turn around. She’s sitting up in the bed now and twirling a lock of her hair around her finger. She hasn’t dyed it in a while so the roots have grown out pretty far. I have a feeling her days of being a bottled blonde are coming to an end. But that’s fine with me. I’m not with her just because she makes a sexy blonde. “I better get goin. I’ll take the cell phone so call me if you think of anything else you need, ok?” She nods her head yes and I walk over and give her a little kiss goodbye.


I leave the house feelin pretty giddy. I haven’t felt giddy in a really long time. There’s been so much bad stuff going on. First Addy’s tumor and then B’s complication. It seems like for the last few months’ I’ve done nothing but worry about my kids. It’s been the only thing I could think about for a while. But all that’s changing now. We’re getting our spark back. And we better take advantage of it because as soon as we bring that baby home our libidos are going back into hibernation until he’s about five months old. That’s usually when kids start sleeping all through the night. Maybe we’ll get in a quickie every now and then but for the most part we’ll be too tired.


But I’m not going to think about any of that right now. Right now I’m going to the lingerie store and I’m going to find the sexiest thing they have in red and then I’m going to buy some strawberry ice cream and I’m going to head home to be with my girl. Dammit, I still need to get the housework done. I can’t put that off anymore ‘cause the house is startin to look like a train wreck. But B said we’re not gonna fool around again until tonight so I have plenty of time to do everything and then pick up the kids and make dinner and give Addy a bath and put ‘em to bed and then get a shower.


“She really said that to you?” B asks and I nod my head and she starts crackin up laughing. My little trip to the lingerie store was fine, everything was going great until I saw someone from a really long time ago. I’m surprise she still remembers me, I mean I met her what...eight and a half years ago?


Anyway, she’s this chick named Mandy and apparently I tried to get her phone number one day in a clothing store and we bumped into each other today. She asked if I was still with that ‘little blonde chick’ and I smile and nodded my head yes and she looked a little disappointed. Then she said ‘well, you’ve been together for a long time’ and I said yeah and held up my left hand so she could see the rings. Then she handed me a slip of paper and told me to give her a call when my marriage goes stale.


“She either really wanted to sleep with me or I’m just that damn rememberable.” B smiles and says ‘she probably just wanted you really bad’. I let out a little gasp and pick up my pillow and throw it at her face. She blocks and starts laughing a little. We’re been sitting here together for about an hour now, just talking. She’s sitting up with her back against the headboard and I’m lying horizontal in the middle of the bed painting her toenails. “So you’re saying that I’m not sexy enough to never forget?” She knows I’m just playin around. Like I care about some blonde chick I hit on eight years ago.


“Ah, did I hurt your widdle feelwings?” she asks in her baby talk and I dip the little brush in the polish and make a little mark on her calf. “Hey! That’s cold.” She moves around a little bit but she calms down. “God, my feet are so fuckin ugly,” she says and sighs. I look up at her and smile. She thinks she’s ‘so fuckin ugly’ but she’s beautiful, she just can’t see it what with the pregnancy hormones making her insane and delusional.


“Your feet aren’t ugly.” Your ankles are swollen and kinda gross, but not your feet. “I still think they’re pretty fuckin cute.” She used to tease me and tell me how I had a foot fetish because I think her feet are cute. She’s the only one I’ve ever thought that about, usually feet kinda gross me out, but not hers. I put my hand under her ankle and gently pull her foot closer to my face. “They’re so cute, I’ll even kiss your toes.” I slowly kiss the bottoms of her toes and she giggles a little bit. We both have pretty ticklish feet. Mine are more then hers, but any light touch against her feet or toes and she’ll laugh.


“Come here,” she whispers and holds her hand out for me to take. I put her foot down and reach up and hold onto her hand and she slowly pulls me up towards her. I help her out my crawling on my knees. She pulls me into a kiss and it’s passionate from the beginning. She lets go of my hand and wraps her arm around my bare back. I did buy some sexy red lingerie just like she wanted and I’ve been wearing it for a little over an hour. It’s a red lace bra and matching underwear. Simple, but she loves it.


“Take off your bra.” She whispers and starts suckin on my neck. I reach out and unhook the bra and it falls forward. She grabs it and tosses it somewhere across the room. She scoots down the bed until she’s lyin on her back. She looks into my eyes with this ‘well?’ type of look. I get a little closer to her, my bottom half off to the side but my breasts are right in her face, which is exactly what she wanted. She wraps her lips around my right nipple and gently sucks on it and massages my left breast at the same time.


“Fuck, B,” I moan and press down into her a little. I don’t want to her suffocate or anything. “That feels so fuckin good baby.” She scrapes her teeth across my areola and nipple and I squeak. I feel her laugh and it sends vibrations right down to my pussy, which is starting to get really fuckin wet. “Fuck baby, that felt so good.” She lets go and switches to the other breast and does the same thing and I squeak again. I hate it when I squeak, I hate feelin like a little girl but I can’t help it. She lets go of my breasts and wraps her hand around the back of my neck and pulls me down into a kiss. She swirls her tongue around mine and then does the swirly thing on the roof of my mouth that she knows drives me insane.


“Baby, I wanna taste you,” she whispers in a deep sexy voice that she only gets when she’s really turned on. I nod my head and she kisses me again. Without breaking the kiss I reach down and take off the panties and throw them across the room. I hear something fall over and the sound of glass breaking but I could give a fuck less right now. She breaks the kiss and scoots down the bed a little bit. Her pajama top gets pulled up a little and I can feel the warm flesh of her stomach against my cooler skin.


I sit up on my knees and walk up the bed a little bit and she’s staring at my pussy the entire time. I made another little stop on my way to my dad’s house to pick up the kids. I stopped by a waxing place and got a Brazilian. Hurt like a bitch but it was well worth it ‘cause I think her mouth is watering. Oh yeah, there’s definitely some drool action going on. I kneel over her head with one leg on either side and spread ‘em pretty wide so she can get a great look. She reaches up and gently touches my thigh and I shudder a little bit. I wanna tell her to hurry up because I really need to feel her tongue inside me, wigglin around and drivin me crazy, but I’m not gonna rush her.


“You are so beautiful,” she says and grabs onto my ass with both of her hands and pulls me down to her face. “Molly Ringwald isn’t the only one pretty in pink.” Who the fuck is Molly-oh fuck! B wraps her lips around my clit and starts suckin on me. It’s gentle at first but now she’s doin it pretty hard.


“Oh God, oh yes...oh God Buffy. Uunnggghhhh baby, that feels so fucking good.” Then I feel the tip of her tongue wiggle at my entrance and she presses it flat against me and slowly drags it up my slit all the way to my clit. “Fuck! Buffy, oh God, do that again baby.” So she does. I buck against her face and she grabs onto my hips to keep me still. She does it a couple more times and I moan louder every time. I look down and she’s staring at me and I can’t help but shiver because of the feral look in her eyes.


“I...I need you inside. Please, baby.” I feel her wrap her lips around my clit again and she gives one really strong suck and then lets go. I think I just heard a little ‘pop’ sound but whatever. Then she lightly kisses my entrance with just her lips, and it’s one of those barely-there-whisper-kisses. I usually like those but not right now. Then without warning she shoves her tongue up inside.


“Ah fuck, ah Buffy. Uunnggghhhh, uunnggghhh. Baby that feels so fuckin good. Oh God, oh God...oh yes.” I thrust against her face and tightens her hold on my hips. I feel her fingernails dig into my skin and I moan louder. She swirls her tongue in a big circle and then wiggles the tip of it just how I like it. “Fuck baby, I’m so close...I’m so fuckin close. I’m so close.” I grab onto the headboard when I feel like I’m gonna fall. I feel her let go of one of hips and she softly rubs my clit with her thumb.


“You feel so fuckin good baby, just a little more...I’m so close.” My eyes are clamped shut so tightly I’m seein spots. Then B pressed down on my clit and everything goes white. “Fuck, yes, oh God yes!” I can’t hold myself up anymore and I start to fall but she grabs onto my sides and pushes me off her. I collapse onto the bed and roll over onto my back. My breathing is so fuckin loud it’s one of the only things I can hear. That and my heartbeat. I can feel her kissing the bottom of my foot and I giggle a little bit. I don’t know how long it takes me to come down from my high or how long it takes for me to get my breathing under control but eventually I do.


“Come here baby,” B says and pulls on my ankle a little. Fuck, I forgot she was in the room. Yep, that’s how great that orgasm was, I forgot anyone else was in here. “I wanna hold you.” Ah, my baby wants to cuddle. I look over at her and she’s already under the covers. I smile and crawl under ‘em too and scoot over so I’m pressed up against her. She wraps an arm around me and pulls me a little closer to her. “I forgot how good you taste.” She says and kisses me on the head. “We’ll definitely have to do this again really soon.” Fuck yeah we will.


“Mmm, yeah we will,” I mumble and close my eyes since they’re gettin so heavy. Why am I so tired? Oh yeah, I just had a mind-blowing orgasm! I’m gonna be braggin about this for the next couple of days. “But let’s sleep now ok? Or did you wanna stay up and talk?” Why do most women wanna do that shit? Once back in Sunnydale I slept with this goth chick, dark make-up, dark clothes had the whole ‘life sucks I wanna end it’ type of attitude goin on. Anyway, we went back to her place and had some pretty kinky sex. First time I never used a whip. And afterwards she wanted to cuddle up to me and talk. But since I had already gotten some there was only one thing left to do. That’s right, get gone.


“We can sleep. You sound pretty tired.” She doesn’t sound mad or disappointed or anything. I smile and tilt my head up and look into her eyes. They’re so fuckin beautiful. I’ve always loved the color of Buffy’s eyes. Well, it depends on the color. When she’s really pissed off they turn a light brown color and when she’s really turned on they turn dark green. Wanna guess what color they are right now?


“That’s because my gorgeous wife just gave me the most satisfying orgasm I’ve ever had.” Ok, so one little white lie isn’t gonna hurt anything. She’s given me better because she spent a long time teasin me so the payoff felt way better. But I want to make her feel good about herself and it worked. I lean up a little and give her a kiss on the lips. “G’night, I love you.” She says it back and then I rest my head on her shoulder and I close my eyes. It’s pretty rare that she holds me, I’m usually the one holdin her but I like this. I feel safe, and secure and really fuckin tired. So I close my eyes and let out a long sigh and drift off to sleep.


BPOV


I smile to myself and bask in this wonderful feeling. Last night was pretty amazing. I forgot how good Faith’s tastes. I’ve always thought so since the very first time I ever went down on her. Back then I was so nervous and didn’t have a clue what I was doing. She had to coach me through the entire thing telling me ‘a little more the left...yeah right there. God that feels so good’. When she came in my mouth for the first time I was a little surprised by the taste of it. It’s a little sweeter then the other liquid, and I never get tired of drinking it down. I didn’t get as much as I wanted last night because Faith lost her balance and I was having a hard time holding her up. Normally when she kneels over me like that I’ll help her slide down my body and she’ll lay on top of me but she can’t do that anymore. But maybe today I’ll get my fill.


We’re alone in the house this morning. Dawn and Kyle figured we could use some alone time and took the kids out. We don’t have anything to do today so we can just enjoy this time to ourselves since we’re not going to be getting a whole lot of it in a few days. I giggle a little when I hear her say ‘ouch, motherfucker!’ from the kitchen. She got up about fifteen minutes ago to make us some breakfast. I hope she’s ok and didn’t burn herself. Then again knowing her she probably burnt herself on purpose just for the sympathy sex.


And I want to give her the release she’s been craving over the last two and a half months, I really do but we need to be careful and I’m not going to be able to pleasure her as much as we both want. Last night when she came...well, I almost came too. I got so worked up I had even more trouble sleeping then normal. And I can’t have an orgasm not matter how much I want to because if I do bad stuff could happen. So got some twice yesterday so many only once today? I don’t know. I don’t know what we should do. It’s just...tasting her, feeling her and hearing her worked me up so much both times and I’m pretty sure if we keep at it I’ll come just feeling her come. I still remember the very first time I felt that.


(flashback to many, many years ago)


I have the best girlfriend in the entire world. Don’t believe me? Ok, I’ll prove it. A couple weeks ago Dawn had a slumber party with a few of her friends. Only she didn’t call it a slumber party because I guess that’s un-cool or something. Anyway, I stayed in my room talking to Faith on the phone almost the entire night even though she only lives one floor up. And I have a separate phone line in my bedroom then the other two in the apartment so Dawn and her friends were able to order a bunch of pizzas and they ended up leaving the boxes out instead of putting them in the trash and now our apartment is so infested with ants we have to have it fumigated.


And here’s why I have the best girlfriend in the entire world: we have to leave our apartment for a couple days or else the fumes will kill us too. Dawn is staying at a friend’s house but I had nowhere to go. So Faith is letting me stay with her. We haven’t really worked anything out yet. I packed a couple bags and she knows I’m going to be staying for a couple of days but I just got here twenty minutes ago and she had to leave to run an errand and she didn’t say anything about the sleeping arrangements, she just had me put my bags in a corner of the living room.


But she’s the best because we haven’t even had sex yet and she’s letting me stay with her. This next week might get very awkward and filled with sexual tension because we both want to but I’m a little scared. We’ve been dating for five months now, and gone on a lot of dates and she’s been a sweetheart about the entire thing. It’s just…Faith is a woman and she’s experienced when it comes to this kinda thing. Not that I’m calling her a slut or anything, it’s just she’s been with other girls. And I haven’t so I have no idea what to do. I don’t want her to think I’m an idiot and I don’t want to accidentally hurt her or something. Sure I’ve gotten myself off, hello! Slayer here, but I’ve never touched anyone else’s girly parts.


The problem is she isn’t taking control of any of the five or so situations that I created on purpose that would have been perfect for ‘the night’. Like I said, I don’t know what to do and if she where to take the reins, so to speak, then I wouldn’t be as nervous because I could just follow her lead. But she isn’t taking control, and we’ve never talked about it before. She knows I want to wait. I told her at the very beginning of this relationship that I don’t want to rush into sex because I want a relationship where we go out and have fun and do things together and not just fuck all the time. So I think she thinks I’m still not ready and she doesn’t want to rush me or something. So she pulls back every time and makes some excuse about needing to go home and then she’ll rush off.


I know it’s stupid but for a while there I thought it was me she didn’t want to be around. Like she was holding back because she just doesn’t want to sleep with me. So I had a ‘best friend night’ with Willow, basically a slumber party, and she told me that if I’m ready for the next step then I need to be open and honest about it with Faith and we need to sit down and have a conversation about it. But I know that would have been way too awkward and my foot would’ve permanently been in my mouth so Willow suggested that I be the one to take the reins. That I shouldn’t just set up a situation where us finally having sex is just an underlying suggestion where I could want it but she’s not a hundred percent sure. Nope, I have to put her in a situation where my intentions are one hundred percent clear so she knows that I want me and her to finally be together ‘that way’.


“Hey, B, sorry I took so long. I hope you didn’t get too bored,” she says as she opens the door. I wonder what she had to do. I’ve been here by myself for…almost an hour. She puts something down on the counter, I can’t tell what it is. “I got some grocery’s, wanna help me bring ‘em in?” I smile and nod my head yes and hop up off the couch. She smiles and shakes her head a little. Jeez she got a lot of stuff. But then again, two slayers sharing an apartment for almost a week, food could get scarce fast. Well, I’m glad she thought ahead. “You didn’t get bored did you?” she asks and sets down the last bag on the counter.


“No, I’m fine,” I tell her and she smiles and eyes me up and down and gets this look on her face like she’s thinking kinda hard about something.


“Damn straight you are,” she says and wraps her arms around my waist. “But I’ve always thought so.” Ahhh, could she be any more perfect? I don’t think so, it doesn’t get any better with this and I’m so not complaining. I look into her eyes and I know that now is that perfect moment I’ve been waiting for. It isn’t a romantic setting or after a date or anything like that. It’s three in the afternoon on a Wednesday, but I don’t care. I want her, I’m finally ready to take charge and hopefully I won’t screw anything up.


I lean in and kiss her. It’s soft at first, just our lips lightly touching while she strokes my back a little with her strong fingers. But it gets a little more passionate and before I know it I’m swirling my tongue on the roof of her mouth. It didn’t take me long to figure out that drives her a little crazy. I feel her hips starts to grind against mine and I know that I need to make my move and fast for else she’s going to pull back and run away from me again.


So I grab onto her hips and start to walk backwards. I’ve been in this apartment enough to know the exact arrangement of the furniture and I have a good idea where all the rooms are. I stop when my back presses up against a door. I take a step or two forward and open the door and back us into the room. But after a few steps my back is up against a wall and I feel something touching me on both sides. It feels like…leather? I pull back from the kiss not only so we can breathe but so I can figure out where the hell we are. It doesn’t look familiar and Faith laughs a little bit.


“B, we’re in the closet.” Oh, so this is the inside of Faith’s coat closet. Hmm, never been in here before. I look at her face, and I’m totally embarrassed. So much for taking the reins. But at least I tried, that’s the important thing, right? No, it isn’t. The important thing is us finally being together. Ok, I know I sound like I’m just horny and want to fuck her but I’m not. Well, I am but that’s not the entire thing. I want to take our relationship further. I want to be connected on a deeper level, not just emotionally like we are now but physically. “Buffy, is there a reason why we’re standin in the closet?” Because I haven’t memorized your floor plan. “Come on B, if there’s somethin you need to tell me, please baby, just say it. You know I’ll try as hard as I can to understand.” Could she be any more perfect? Oh…I think we already covered this.


“Well…I was trying to lead us to the bedroom,” I tell her and she looks a little less confused but I still need to do some explaining. “I’m ready Faith, I’m finally ready. I have been for a couple of weeks. And I know I probably should have talked to you about it but I thought it would be awkward and embarrassing so I tried to make my intentions clear but I guess I wasn’t doing a good job because we still haven’t. But I’m ready, and back there in the kitchen you were so…I don’t know…. And you’re being so nice to me about everything. Like right now, I probably sound like a crazy person, talking this much and this fast, but you’re not even laughing or anything, and I want you so bad.” Her little amused smile fades away. Oh God, did I scare her off? I guess not since she’s kissing me deeper then she’s ever kissed me before. I kiss her back and slow her down a little bit. I don’t want this to be rushed at all.


“You coulda said somethin. Even if you think it’ll be awkward don’t be afraid to talk to me about anything, B. I promise I’ll always try my hardest to understand, ok?” she says and I nod my head yes. I think I’m gonna cry, she’s just so perfect. I kiss her softly and gently run the tip of my tongue over her bottom lip. She opens her mouth and lets me in. I massage my tongue against hers softly and she moans. It sends vibrations right to my center and I want her even more. I grind my hips against hers and she moans again. I feel her hands on my ass, and then on my backs of my thighs. I hop up and wrap my legs around her waist. She backs up and I feel her turn around. She pulls back and starts to kiss my neck and then lightly sucks on my collarbone.


I feel her let go of me with one hand and she reaches behind me and opens her bedroom door. Now she’s walking again and kissing my neck softly. She’s being so gentle with me. This isn’t how I thought she was going to be. This is Faith we’re talking about, I thought she would rush and have us in here by now, with our clothes off and…doing whatever it is we’re going to do. Ok, I’m not stupid I know we’re going to have sex…I just don’t know exactly how yet. I feel her set me down on the bed and she stands up straight and looks into my eyes.


“Ok, um…I’m not backing out so please, please don’t think that I am, but…well…it’s just…I’ve never done this before. Ok, well I have just not with another woman and I don’t know exactly what to do. So if you could, like, tell me what I should do, tell me what you like…then maybe I won’t disappoint you because I really don’t want that to happen and-” she cuts me off with a kiss. It’s so soft and reassuring. I feel better now, not as…worried. I still am, I just said I’m not as. But then she pulls back and gently runs her fingers through my hair and looks into my eyes. Hers are dark, not as dark as I’ve seen them get before, but darker then normal.


“You couldn’t disappoint me if you tried.” God, again with the perfect. “Don’t worry, Buffy.” And she used my full name. She only does that when she’s serious. Well, I’m glad she’s taking this serious because it would probably scare me off completely if she wasn’t. “I’ll take good care of you. Just tell me if you want to stop, ok? I don’t want to feel like you have to do this just because we haven’t yet, alright?” I nod my head yes and she gives me another kiss. “And don’t worry about the details, alright? I’ll walk you through it.” She kisses me again and I feel her hands on my shoulders. I scoot back on the bed and she follows me without breaking the kiss. I keep going until I’m at the head of the bed and I lay down and rest my head on the pillow. She’s on top of me, but she’s resting most of her weight on her legs and elbows.


“It’s just…I don’t know what I’m doing and I want to make you feel good too, I don’t want it to be one sided, ya know?” She smiles and kisses me again. Ok, it was reassuring before, now it’s just a little irritating. It’s like she’s avoiding my question or something. But then she pulls back and starts to softly kiss my neck and I think I’m melting. The heat between my legs is getting so hot…I know she can feel it through our clothing. I know she can smell me, and the fact that she can is only turning me on even more.


“I know, baby. But there’s a way…a position we can be in and we’ll both…” she trails off but I get what she’s trying to say. I guess she doesn’t want me to get embarrassed. She’s sweet like that. “And you don’t have to touch anything if you’re not ready to. Just…let me show you, ok?” I nod my head yes and she kisses me again. A position? Ok, now I am a little scared. I mean, it isn’t anything kinky is it? Because we haven’t even had sex yet and I’m a little nervous about it so if she’s suggesting we have kinky sex I don’t think I’ll be able to handle it. “Can I take this off?” she asks, her lips brushing against mine and she gently pulls on the hem of my shirt. I sit up a little and she slowly pulls it off. She tosses it to the floor and looks down at me. I can’t help but feel a little…exposed. “God B, you’re so damn beautiful.” Ok, now I’m blushing.


She kisses me again and I feel her hands on my stomach, softly caressing my hot skin. But this is all carted territory. We haven’t had sex but we’ve had many make-out sessions that have gone pretty far. Tops have been taken off, bras unhooked and discarded. We’ve both spent an ample amount of time getting to know each other’s upper half. It’s the stuff below the waistline that I’m freaked out about. How am I supposed to know if I’m doing something right or wrong? You’ve seen the way she’s been with me, so kind and reassuring…what if she fakes it because I just can’t get her to…ya know? What then?


Without breaking our kiss she lifts me up a little and unhooks my bra. She gently slides it off of me and drops it to the floor. She scoots down on the bed a little and starts teasing my breasts. Faith sure does know how to tease, I’ll give her that. I’m moaning now because what she’s doing to me feels so damn good. And she likes that she’s making me moan and practically wither under her. I can feel her smiling against my skin. But then the smile goes away and she pulls back. I watch as she lifts off her shirt and takes off her bra and tosses both of them to the floor to join half of my outfit that’s found its way down there.


She leans down and kisses me. Her breasts are pressed against mine, our hard nipples are scraping together and I’m moaning with every deep breath she takes that causes an electric rippling sensation to jolt from my needy breasts to my wet center. I think the proper word for it would be flooded. Because I am so far beyond just wet. I think I passed wet about five minutes ago. I can feel my liquids flowing out of me almost freely, like a stream or something.


“Tell me if I’m goin too fast, ok?” she asks and her voice is so damn husky and deep and sexy. Can a person come from just hearing someone’s voice? ‘Cause I think I might if she keeps talking. I just nod my head yes and I feel her fingers teasing the skin just above the waistband of my jeans. I lift my hips off the bed a little and she unbuttons and then unzips my jeans and slowly starts to pull them down. My panties start to go with them but she uses one hand to keep them in place until my pants are down far enough. When they’re around my knees she reaches down and pulls off my shoes. I’m glad I decided to wear flip-flops. Then she pulls my pants completely off and sits by my feet and just looks at me.


I watch as she drinks in the sight of my bare legs. I’ve been going up to the roof of our apartment building to sunbath since the whether is getting better so my skin is nice and golden, which I’m glad because I don’t want to look all gross and pasty for our first time together. But I don’t really think it would matter to her. Maybe in retrospect but not in the moment. No, right now just looking at me with those hungry, lustful eyes she’s making me feel like the most beautiful girl in the world. Then she stands up and pulls off her dark blue jeans. She’s wearing a black silk thong and nothing else now. God she looks so beautiful. Then she crawls up on the bed, kissing me on my thigh and hip and stomach on the way up.


She kisses me on the lips but she pulls away just a little bit before I can kiss back. She’s teasing me again. She likes to do this sometimes and usually things are ok, only once did it lead to a fight. I was PMSing and really didn’t want to put up with it. I can be a big bitch when I PMS but she’s been understanding about it so far. Anyway, she teases me a little and then smiles against my lips before opening her mouth a little bit and inviting me in. Our tongues lightly joust and I feel her lift her hips up a little and she reaches down and pulls off her underwear. So now the only thing separating our dripping sexes is my skimpy ‘hello kitty’ underwear.


I pull back from the kiss and look into her eyes. I’m not as scared as I was before. Don’t get me wrong, I’m nervous as hell and shaking like a dried out leaf on a breezy November day, but I’m not scared. Because I know Faith will take care of me. She won’t do anything if she thinks I’ll be uncomfortable with it. She knows I’m not going to want to do something kinky, so she won’t try, won’t even suggest it. If she says I have nothing to worry about then I don’t. But I’m still nervous because I don’t want to disappoint her and I don’t want to do something that’s going to make me look stupid.


She kisses me again. I think it’s like a distraction or something. I feel her fingers gently teasing the skin right above the elastic band of my panties. She pulls back from the kiss when I don’t respond to her. She gives me a questioning look and I slowly nod my head a little and lift my hips up. She smiles and gives me a little kiss on the lips and slowly moves down my body. I can feel her slowly dragging the cotton underwear down my legs and every once in a while she’ll kiss my warm skin. When the panties are off and on the ground with the rest of our clothes she slowly crawls up the bed a little but she stops. She gently grabs onto my knees and slowly spreads them apart. I watch as she looks at me, a look of awe on her face. I’m expecting her to touch me, maybe even taste me, but she’s not. She’s just looking at me and slightly licking her lips.


“You’re gorgeous,” she whispers and then crawls up the bed and leans down slowly and kisses me on my lips. The kiss deepens and grows in passion. Our hips are slowly rocking together but I don’t think we’re getting any pleasure out of this. I mean, she said there was a position we could get in so that we would both feel pleasure and I wouldn’t have to explore anything yet because I’m not ready for that yet. “Do you trust me?” she whispers into my ear. Did I hear her right? I let out a little ‘what?’ I can feel her heavy breathing against my face. Her breath smells like cinnamon gum. “I said ‘do you trust me?’” I look into her eyes and I slowly nod my head yes. Then I feel her hand on my side and she’s slowly working her way down. I tense up a little bit and I’m shaking so bad now. She stops what she’s doing and eyes me a little closer. “Shh, baby. Just try to relax. I just need to open you up a little more, ok?” I nod my head yes and she gives me a little kiss on the lips.


Then I feel her hand moving again. She lifts her hips up a little and reaches between my legs. God, her fingers feel so fucking good. I start rocking against her hand and I see her smile. She tells me to relax ‘cause that’s not why her hand is down there. I try to calm myself down but it’s so hard. She feels so good and I haven’t had any touch in so long. Then I feel her spread my lips apart and the cool air hit my pussy and I groan. I’ve always had a soft spot for cold. Then I feel her move her hips and she pulls her hand away. Then I feel her clit press down on mine and my eyes slam shut.


“Oh God, oh God, oh God. Faith, oh my God.” I’m moaning and shaking and pretty much spazing out and she hasn’t even moved yet. And she just sits there, leaning on her elbows so she can gently rub my shoulders with her hands. She waits for me to calm down and when I do I slowly open my eyes. She smiles and slowly leans down and kisses me. I groan into her mouth when I feel her gently rocking her hips. Our slick pussies are rubbing against each other in a pleasure I never knew existed. All I can do is moan and I wrap my legs around her, spreading myself wider for her.


“Fuck Buffy…you feel so fuckin good. Oh baby…oh God. Fuck baby, you feel so fucking good.” I didn’t know Faith was a talker. She always seemed more like the grunting type, but I’m doing that enough for the both of us. We build up a steady rhythm and we’re looking into each other’s eyes. I don’t think she’s ever looked as beautiful as she does right now. And then she stops talking and starts kissing my neck, and kissing turns into sucking and I know I’m going to have a huge hickie there, but I don’t care. She can leave her mark if she wants. I want everyone to see it. I want everyone in the world to know that I’m hers and she’s finally taking me.


Our rocking motion starts to quicken and I feel this coiling inside of me and it’s ready to spring forward. Then I feel her gently suck on my earlobe and I lose it. I scream out her name as I come harder then I’ve ever comed before. I feel my sticky liquid dripping all over us, getting on her pussy, the sheets, going down in between my ass cheeks. And then I feel her sharp intake of breath and she tenses for a second and I feel her gush all over me. I’ve never felt anything like this. I don’t think I can describe it even if I tried. And I explode again, leaving me in a world of colors and shapes and tingly happy feelings. Just feeling her come against me made me come again. I didn’t think something like that would be possible. I’m pretty sure if someone told me about it I wouldn’t believe them.


When I come down from my high I slowly flutter my eyes open and Faith isn’t on top of me anymore. When did she move? No, she’s lying to the side of me and she’s wrapping her arms around me and pulling me closer to her. I didn’t think Faith was the cuddling type. Well, at least she didn’t use to be, but all of that is changing now that she’s with me. She’s changed so much and for the better. I’m pretty sure if this had happened when we were in high school it would have been a get some get gone type of situation. At least for her it probably would. I don’t think I could have survived that type of rejection. So I’m glad things worked out this way. We’re together now, as in a real couple, and that was the best sex I’ve ever had. And this is just the first time. I wonder what future has in store.


(End flashback)


Yep, that’s what happened ladies and gents. There’s no doubt in my mind that Faith is the best lover I’ve had. None of the others have been very sensitive to my needs and desires. And she’s always willing to discuss them if I want to. And now it’s, what? Eleven years later and we’re still together and still so much in love and attracted to each other. I mean, I look like a bloated cow and she still thinks I’m sexy, and she can make me feel sexy and like the most important person in the world. I’m so lucky to have her even if she does think she’s the lucky one. And plus she’s really nice to have around. I mean think about it, I can’t cook worth anything, if it weren’t for Faith I’d probably have starved to death by now or have suffered from a heart attack for eating nothing but pizza and fast food. So she’s not only amazing and beauty and sexy and funny and so many other things, but she’s also good for my health.

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I'm sorry I haven't been updating this as often as I was, but school has started again so I'm really busy with my homework and shit. So I'll try to get at least one chapter a week, but I can't make any promises.