The Tale of the Horny Ghost

Title: The Tale of the Horny Ghost Chapter 3
Author: Megan Laurent
Pairing: Buffy/other, Willow/other, Willow/Buffy
Rating: NC-17
Author Notes: Set sometime in season 4 after Oz leaves but before Willow and Tara get together.
Disclaimers: Buffyverse and its characters belong to Joss Whedon. I decree that no profit shall come from this story, but it does belong to me. Of course I don’t really care what anyone does with it as long as it’s all legal.
Warnings: Female/female sex, paranormal sexual encounters, mind control



Giles awoke the next morning to the smell of breakfast. It struck him as an odd smell considering that he lived alone. Clad in an old Sex Pistols shirt and boxers he walked groggily into the hall and ran smack into a very wet and very naked Willow coming out of the bathroom. When he realized her state of undress he looked away quickly and mumbled an apology. Willow for her part turned beet red and mumbled something back about a lack of towels and ran quickly for the guest bedroom.

Giles caught a parting shot of Willow’s curvy rear end and, all the while shaking his head, he continued following the enticing smell. Coming into the living room he was greeted by a mess that looked as if a tornado had blown through it. As he stood there in disbelief he heard Buffy’s voice from the direction of the kitchen.

“You’re out of eggs Giles.”

He sighed and turned to look through the window into the kitchen to see Buffy cooking something in a pan. She appeared to be wearing one of his button-down shirts that he had in his front closet. She turned to face him.

“Relax, Willow doesn’t go much for eggs so I saved you some,” she said with a smile. “Have a seat. I may not be able to cook much but breakfast I can handle.”

Giles seated himself at the table while she cooked. She came around the divider Giles’ eyes widened as he realized she wasn’t wearing any pants. The shirt was several sizes too big for her and came down to mid-thigh but he couldn’t help but stare at her enticing legs. Buffy smiled as she set down a plate of scrambled eggs in front of him.

“Hope you don’t mind that I borrowed a shirt,” she said and began to straighten up his living room. “It covers up a bit more than my pajamas. Anyway it’s just till my mom gets here.”

Giles nearly spit out his eggs at that bit of news, “Your mother is coming here?”

“She’s bring us some clean cloths, you know I really should think about keeping a spare set here. I mean how many times have I ended up here with mud or whatever all over me?”

Buffy kept on speed talking and Giles, as per usual, tuned out and resumed his breakfast. It became very difficult to finish as Buffy kept bending over to retrieve some article that had somehow been thrown onto the floor. The tantalizing view up her smooth legs and creamy buttocks made him very glad he was sitting down. Buffy continued, oblivious to Giles’ embarrassment, until she had his bachelor pad in more or less the condition it usually was. By the time Giles had finished his breakfast Willow had joined him, wearing one of his shirt obviously scrounged from his bedroom and the pajamas she had arrived with. She waved off his offer to fix her something and munched on some toast.

Giles ventured a question, “Buffy, exactly what did you tell your mother?”

“The truth, a clean version of it,” she laughed lightly. “There’s just some things you don’t tell your mom.”

She plopped down on the couch, resting her hands on the back and looking over it at Giles and Willow at the table.

“Any ideas on how to solve our ghost problem?” she asked.

Giles shock his head, “We would need to know a bit more about the nature of the haunting before we go any further.”

“Well it was horny and likes girls, I can tell ya that much.”

“Well yes, obviously, but we would need to establish the circumstances of death to be able to work out a proper banishment spell.”

“I’m sold, Willow, get cracking.”

Willow didn’t need to be told twice and pounced on Giles’ laptop. She was browsing through old newspaper articles when Joyce arrived with fresh cloths for the girls: a silk button-down blouse and jeans for Buffy and a red V-neck shirt and jeans for Willow. Unfortunately Joyce didn’t bring any underwear for Willow since the girls wore different sizes, but Willow said she could go without for a day. She left without incident, albeit with a fair amount of awkwardness around Giles, and he and Buffy hit the books.

A half-hour later, Willow struck gold.

“Hey, look at this!” she called out. “Looks like two girls were killed in that same room about twenty years ago. According to the article they were found together with no apparent cause of death. Looks like they were in the middle of… well… having sex.”

“Well there you have it I suppose,” Giles chimed in. “Two mysterious deaths with a sexual element.”

“Yeah, but why would they stick around as ghosts?” Buffy inquired.

“Well usually when you have a ghost it’s because something was left unfinished.”

Buffy caught on, “And maybe they didn’t… finish.”

Giles saw something in one of his books, “Hold on, did anything happen the first night you were in the room?”

Willow shook her head, but Buffy started, suddenly remembering that night’s events, “I had a dream, I was patrolling and a demon or something, it was completely dark so I couldn’t see it, and it was… well…”

“Oh just spit it out we’re all already sufficiently embarrassed,” Giles said impatiently.

“Well it pinned me down and ripped off my clothes and then had sex with me. Then I woke up and found I’d been… touching myself. I looked over and Willow, you were doing the same thing, but you didn’t wake up, you just… finished and stayed asleep.”

Giles turned to Willow, who was blushing like mad, “Did you have a similar dream.”

“Yes,” she said in a bewildered voice. “But I was in the library. I didn’t remember it until just now. I never woke up so I didn’t know I was… But what does it mean Giles?”

“Well is says here that ghost like these ones would thrive on sexual release,” He turned the page. “It would use dreams and manifestations. I think they, if we’re dealing with both of the deceased girls, must have tried to have you both… well… do the work for them you could say. But that didn’t release enough energy so the next night they… took matters into their own hands as it were.”

“But we… finished,” Buffy said incredulously. “I did anyway, did you?”

She turned to Willow, who blushed and held up two fingers. Buffy smiled at her friend and continued.

“Shouldn’t that have finished their unfinished business and sent them packing.”

“I’m afraid not,” Giles flipped another page. “It says that to get rid of them you have to overload the ghost with sexual energy. Ah, here it gives a spell: Burning of special candles, an incantation, and…”

“And what?” Buffy said, walking over to where a blushing Giles was re-reading the tattered old book.

“And you have to… stimulate… sexual release,” He looked up. “It says for two ghosts that the release can’t be self induced or the energy won’t be strong enough. The spell amplifies the… release several times, making it strong enough to overload the ghost.”

Buffy’s jaw dropped, “So… Willow and I have to do a spell and then have sex?”

“It appears that way yes.”

Buffy looked over at Willow, whose eyes were as wide as saucers, “Does it have to be both of us, could it just be one of us and someone else.”

“I’m afraid not, it must be the residents of the room or the spell won’t function.”

Buffy went over to Willow, who hadn’t spoken a word. She put her arm around her friend.

“Willow, we don’t have to do this,” she said comfortingly. “We can just get our stuff and find another vacant room.”

Giles piped up again from his chair, “That might not be an option. It says that if the ghosts aren’t supplied with the energy they need when the room is inhabited they can become violent. You saw how they got agitated when you fled the room last night.”

“You suck Giles,” Buffy nearly shouted in frustration. “All our stuff is in that room, books, computers, that stupid paper I have to turn in tomorrow.”

“Don’t blame me, it’s the book,” Giles said. A throw pillow hit him in the face.

“It’s ok,” Willow said softly. “We can do the spell.”

“Are you sure,” Buffy asked. “We can figure something else out.”

“No, anything else we figure out is going to be ten times the hassle,” Willow said, regaining some of her confidence. “So let’s just do… it… and get it over with.”

“But I’ve never done it with a girl before,” Buffy said, suddenly nervous.

“I haven’t either but… well, look we’re best friends, we should be able to trust each other enough to do something like this without affecting our friendship if we have to, and it kinda looks like we have to.”

“Yeah…” Buffy conceded.

“You girls can talk this over a bit,” Giles said, looking for any excuse to leave. “I’ll have to run out and find the right candle. I suggest you both attend your classes and then come back here in the evening and I’ll have everything ready for you.”

Both girls agreed and headed off to class, minus their books but with a couple of notebooks that Giles lent them. After further discussion and assurances both they decided to do the spell whatever the consequences, and agreed to meet back at Giles’ apartment after Willow’s physics class.

***

By the time Buffy and Willow made it back to their dorm room it was almost 8:00. In the past few hours they had endured Giles’ relentless pursuit of details and more than a few episodes of one girl or the other chickening out. But as they obtained a spare key from the dorm’s front desk and made their way to the room, neither had ever felt more resolved.

They found the room in more or less the same condition they had left it. Clothes were strewn about, posters were ripped off walls, and there were books and other items scattered about haphazardly. Neither felt any presence, but that didn’t sway them. Willow set about clearing a section of the floor while Buffy unloaded the candles Giles had bought for them. She arranged them in a circle around the area that Willow had cleared and proceeded to light them in sequence. She turned off the main lights and returned to where Willow had begun the rather lengthy incantation on the floor.

Willow had her eyes closed while she recited and Buffy took a minute to really examine her friend. Even though they had been best friends for nearly four years she had never really thought of Willow in a sexual light before. Both girls sat cross-legged facing each other, the candlelight casting soft shadows on their faces. Buffy’s eyes traversed the low cut V-neck that Willow was wearing, past the inviting glimpse of a breast offered by her cleavage and down to her hip-hugger jeans. Wow, Willow is definitely a hottie, she thought. I’m about to have my first lesbian experience with my best friend! She felt a twinge deep inside, her whole body nearly quivered in anticipation.

Willow for her part could barely make it through the incantation she was so nervous. Here she was, about to make love to her best friend whom she had fantasized about more than once, and she wasn’t sure if she could go through with it. She finished speaking the obscure Latin words and felt the hair on her arms rise.

“I think its working,” she said. “Can you feel the energy?”

“Oh yeah,” Buffy replied, watching intently as the candles’ flames rose to nearly three times their normal height.

“So…” Willow said, not really sure how to proceed.

“So…” Buffy replied, equally unsure of herself.

Willow launched into panicky speed-talking, “We don’t have to, and I, I mean we could…”

Seeing that nothing was going to get done if she didn’t do it herself, Buffy suddenly leaned across and kissed Willow square on the lips. Willow sat there in shock for a moment before instinct took over and she returned the kiss. Buffy allowed her lips to open up and her tongue began its sensual dance with Willow’s. Buffy’s hand caressed Willow’s hair and then traveled downward, sliding gently across her cheek, her neck, the neckline of her shirt. Willow trembled at her light touch.

Finally, in need of air, they broke the kiss. Both were panting and overheated.

“I think we should get more comfortable,” Buffy suggested. Willow merely nodded and reached for the bottom of her shirt. Buffy’s had stopped hers.

“Let me.”

Willow raised her arms and Buffy unhurriedly raised up the shirt, leaning over to kiss the redhead’s soft skin as it was revealed. The shirt pulled up, revealing the witch’s bra-less chest, and then over her head and Buffy tossed it outside the ring of candles. She leaned back and gazed at Willow’s perfect breasts, silky and soft in the light of the candles. She sat up on her knees and kissed her friend again on the lips, her hands languidly toying with Willow’s breasts. She lazily traced circles around the outside and then palmed them in her hands. Willow moaned into the kiss.

Somehow finding coherence, Willows hands rose to the top of Buffy’s button-down blouse. Trembling, she undid first one, then another, and another, finally reaching inside to cup Buffy’s breasts through her light at lacy bra. She lightly pushed the blouse off her friend’s shoulder and it fell, forgotten, to the floor. Willow got up on her knees and reached behind Buffy to unhook her bra. It soon joined the blouse on the floor. Buffy’s breasts, while smaller in size than Willow’s were no less perfect. Willow’s hands continued their exploration, kneading and cupping gently. Buffy arched her back into the exquisite contact.

Buffy, needing even more contact, pressed her body to Willow’s and enveloped her in another kiss. She reveled in the feel of Willow’s breasts rubbing up against her own, their nipples scraping together sending waves of pleasure through both girls from head to toe. Breaking the kiss, Buffy feathered light kisses down one side of Willow’s neck, down her collarbone, and finally down to run her tongue around Willow’s left breast. Willow cried out her name as Buffy latched onto her nipple, sucking and licking. She switched to the other breast and Willow threw her head back, nearly cumming on the spot.

But it was her turn; she grasped the back of Buffy’s head and brought it up to her lips. Then, doing exactly what the blond had done moments before, Willow licked her way down to her friend’s creamy white breasts and ravished them with her tongue. Hearing her own name escape Buffy’s lips emboldened Willow to go further. Keeping up her assault on Buffy’s breasts, her hands drifted downward and began to undo the slayer’s jeans. She pulled down the zipper and reached inside to cup Buffy’s clean-shaven mound over her panties.

Buffy gasped at the unexpected contact and thrust her hips into Willows hand. Willow began to rub back and forth, causing the blond to thrust back even harder.

“Wait,” Buffy gasped. Willow paused and looked up at her friend’s flushed face. “Can’t cum yet… have to… do it together.”

Willow nodded and leaned back and stood, allowing Buffy to reach for her pants. They were undone in no time and Buffy pulled them down to expose her friend’s womanhood to her hungry eyes. Willow kicked off the pants and lay down next to Buffy on the floor. Buffy leaned over her and tweaked her nipples gently, eliciting a giggle. Her hand continued to walk its way down, tickling Willows midriff, and then lightly running through the light patch of red hair covering her lips. Willow gasped as the wandering fingers made contact with her clit.

Buffy smiled, knowing the control she had over her friend at that moment. She gently stroked her fingers along the soft lips and then without warning plunged one into her. She inserted another, and another, and then began to pump in and out, building a steady rhythm. Willow began to pant and moan in time with Buffy’s hand. She nearly came, but self control and a desire to accomplish her goal took hold again and her hand stopped Buffy’s in mid thrust. She looked deep into Buffy’s eyes and saw nothing but love.

“It’s time, I need you.”

Buffy stood up and pulled her pants and underwear off and threw them aside. She sat and leaned down to kiss Willow one more time and then lay down on top of her, her hips poised over Willows face in a sixty-nine position. Willow parted her friend’s legs and licked up and down her friend’s innermost folds. Buffy, reciprocated and it wasn’t long before both were moaning into each other with the ecstasy they were receiving. Buffy felt herself nearing the edge and called out to Willow, increasing the pace of her thrusting tongue as she did so.

Willow felt the pressure inside her nearing its peak and sucked in with all her strength on Buffy’s clit just as the blond did the same to her own. Both girls cried out, not caring if any of the adjacent rooms could hear. Stars exploded behind Willows eyes as she gushed onto her friend’s tongue and felt the hot liquid burst onto her own. The energy from the simultaneous orgasm, enhanced by the spell, crackled out from entwined girls on the floor, making the candles rise even higher. The room shook with the force of it and a light shown for an instant in the center of the room and then collapsed in on itself, gone forever, taking the flames from the candles with it and plunging the room into darkness.

Buffy collapsed onto her friend and lay entwined for what seemed like hours. Buffy finally summoned the strength to push off of Willow and turned around to lie against her heaving bosom. Nearly passed out, Willow put her arms around Buffy and both fell asleep in each others arms.

***

Willow awoke to the first rays of sunlight falling on her face. She looked down to find a blond head lying against her naked breasts. The events of the previous night came back to her and she lay contented. Not long afterwards Buffy awoke and looked up to find Willow’s smiling face. They kissed, not worrying about morning breath.

“Last night was incredible,” Buffy said, fingers idly stroking one of Willows breasts. “Do you think it worked?”

“I don’t know, I guess we’ll just have to wait and see,” Willow replied.


“I wish I didn’t have to turn in that paper today,” Buffy complained. “I’d rather just stay here.”

Willow kissed her, “I’ll be here when you get back, I should be done with class by 2:00.”

“Leave it to you Willow to want to go to class after a night of incredible sex.”

Willow giggled, “Don’t try to change me.”

Buffy smiled, “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

*** The End ***