California

Ho boy. I'm on a bus to Los Angeles, should get there in a few hours. All because of Jenny. Don't get me wrong, I love the girl, but boy can she whine. Actually, she's a bit more upset that I'm skipping town to Los Angeles, I told the girl I'd be back in the morning, though I'm not sure myself if I was telling the truth. I just saw my parole officer yesterday, so I doubt I'm going to be in any trouble if I don't show up for work tomorrow, unless my worthless drunk of a boss dykes me over and calls the parole board.

I was sitting in the living room, minding my own business when Jenny stormed the room.

"FAITH!"

"Oh, hi, Jenny. How was your day?"

"YOU LIED!"

"OH, sorry, I didn't really lie, I just forgot to tell you I accidentally broke the mirror in my bathroom. Sorry."

"No! FAITH! You said you'd not..."

The housekeeper was staring at her, Jenny motioned her away. Now Jenny comes close to me and is whispering.

"You said you'd not hurt Jack! You promised me! How could you do this?"

"Why do you think I did something?" My perfect poker face makes her second guess her accusations.

"Faith, Jack showed up to class today and I could tell he was beat on. He wasn't right, and now he's fired. That man doesn't have a job now because of you!"

"Wait, hold on, Jenny! You can't prove I fucking did this! I told you that Jack has done this to many girls, how do you know it wasn't their dad?"

"Faith, in his rambling on, he mentioned something about a dark haired devil visiting him last night."

"He's probably an acid head too. You know how those goddamn hippies are. Always having flashbacks. Probably was listening to the Dead or something, and remembered something he saw in his youth."

"FAITHs shs shoulder was dislocated and he was covered in vomit, what did you do to him?"

I stare at her in silence.

"Faith, I don't care what he did, you had no right to do that! Vengeance is mine sayeth the Lord!"

"Oh, get out of my face with that shit, Jenny!"

"Faith, look..." she starts to whisper, "you were right, he admitted it in class. He said that he just took this job to be around 20-something women. But that doesn't mean what you did was right, don't you even care that you ruined his life and career?"

Jenny's eyes were filling with tears.

"You lied, Faith! You lied, and now because of you Jack will never walk again."

"What did I do?"

"He had a nervous breakdown in front of class. Rather than stick around and let the girls get a hold of him, or their boyfriends, he jumped out the third story window."

I started laughing. By now Jenny has no fucking doubt that I was the one who fucked up Jack.

"FAITH! That's not funny! I think he might be paralyzed."

"Christ, Jenny. What do you think I did? Pushed him out the window? I wasn't even near your college today, I was at the library, filing those new technical manuals. God, what a lot of fun that was. Maybe pushing people out the window would have broken up my day nicely."

She starts to cry, "It was so sad, seeing Jack lying there, people who he victimized or their boyfriends just walking by, letting him writhe in pain..."

"It's sad because nobody kicked him while he was down."

"FAITH! No! I had to call 911 for him, nobody else would, I had to. It was so sad to see this once great man in such pain. Why did you do it Faith?"

"Jenny, do you even remember what he said?"

"Huh, what, Faith?"

"That he only took this job to be around young ass?"

"Faith, I'm sure he didn't mean it. He had to have said it in a moment of duress! Besides, I'm sure I'm the one to blame. I mean, I'm the young, uh," her voice dips to a barely audible whisper, "piece of ass," back to regular voice now, "that he wanted."

"Jenny, he's been teaching for 20 years."

"He said he's been with over 300 girls since starting there, but you had no right!"

"Looks like you won't have to drop out now Jenny, or go down on Mr Pervert."

"Don't call him that! Faith, I'm going to bat for him, it's all my fault he lost his job and will probably will never walk now."

"Goodbye to bad trash, I always say. It's just a shame that whoever did this didn't cut off his prick."

"FAITH! Don't even joke about that! You did this and I'm shocked you didn't. How can you live with yourself, Faith?"

Do I even really need to go on with this? It went on like this for a few hours. It's really sad how forgiving that girl is. I'm sure somebody could murder her own mother and she'd probably give him a room at the house to stay so he didn't have to stay in a prison cell.

"Fuck it, I'm out of here. Try to help out your fellow girl and look what it gets you."

"Where are you going, Faith? You can't leave! It's a parole violation."

"Los Angeles. Will be good to be around people who don't have their heads up their ass."

"You'll go back to prison, and I'll be in trouble! Don't go, Faith! Don't go!"

"I'll be back in time for work tomorrow, chill out."

I knew I'd never be able to face the Sunnydale gang at this point, so I might as well go see what Angel is up to. Rumors travel through the grapevine quickly, seems he's a daddy now. Yeah, Darla gave birth, then staked herself. If I was forced to go with a vampire chick, I'd pick Drusilla any day of the week, but then again, Angel did love the blonde bitch for over 100 years. Why, I don't know.

The first sound I hear when approaching the LA gang is Wes's yelp. Still the same scared old Brit deep down. So much for him being a bad ass now. I want to vomit. I still remember torturing him, what a pussy.

"Faith! What are you doing here?" Angel was concerned at usual, thinking I broke out.

"Hey, what's up? I got out! I mean, they released me, I'm supposed to be with some girl in Sunnydale right now, but fuck her. Did her a favor and she freaks on me. Oh well, to hell with her, I'm here for the night until she calms down."

"Why didn't you tell me about this? We could have had a set up for you right here."

"I know, but hey, I think I'm gonna get a piece with this one."

I see this skinny girl in glasses standing around, for a second there I almost shit myself, thinking it was Tammy, but on closer inspection...

"Um, Faith, this is Fred. She'll be your roommate for the night."

"I will?" Fred says with a surprised tone of voice.

"Got a problem with that?"

"Faith, calm down, she's just shy, is all." Angel is a good guy, trying to calm me down. I know Fred could be some fun, so I'm five by five.

"I'm sorry, I'm Fred, I'm kind of new here."

Her laugh disarms me, it's much too like Tammy's, but no way could this be her.

Fred takes my bag in hand and shows me to her room.

She keeps laughing to herself, I'm getting a bit worried for her.

"Sorry, I just... thought of this ly fly funny thing in science class."

Uh oh, science?

"Um, you don't happen to be related to somebody named Tammy, do you?"

"Huh?"

"Nothing, I guess not, then."

I'll have to keep an eye on this girl.

She's dressed very smart, the way you'd expect a girl genius to dress. She plops down on her bed. "This one is mine. The other one is yours," she smiles, kind of nervous like, as if she wants to ask me something but is too shy to.

"Wow, they're both so big," I say jumping on mine.

"Oh, don't do that! Angel won't like it very well if you break the bed."

"Bah, according to B, he could really break the bed, if you know what I mean."

She laughs at me, "That's funny, Faith. Gross... but funny."

I stop jumping and sit on her bed. She scoots over a bit, shy like. It's been over a month since I was last laid. She's the kind of girl I'd really like to get to k Her Her innocence and uncertainty is so adorable. I'd picture Jenny acting this way if we ever had this kind of tension between us.

"Why do they call you Fred?"

I put my hand on hers, she trembles a bit, but doesn't try to move it.

"It's shorter than saying Winnifred. And I hated that name anyway. It's always been Fred, even when I was little." She shakes her head yes and smiles at me.

Without half thinking, I move my head towards her and kiss her on the mouth. She's very unsure of herself, but she returns my kisses. I'm shocked she doesn't try to break away from me. I can hear her heart beating louder as the kiss continues.

When I back away, she smiles at me, swallowing hard. "Wow, I didn't know that... I mean." She's babbling, much like Willow, and I can tell she doesn't have much experience in this field.

She seems kind of scared and wraps her arms around me. I'm not used to this tender stuff, but as horny as I am, I'll take what I can get. I can feel her nipples poking into my chest through the thin material of her top. It's so loose I didn't even realize she wasn't wearing a bra.

"Faith, I've never..."

I put my finger on her mouth, trying to shush her.

"No, I mean, not with a boy or girl, this is my first time."

Want, take, have, or do I?

My voice trembles, so uncertain, never *asking* before, "You sure you want to?"

She nods an affirmation.

Her body is so small and delicate, and something about her makes me want to be extra gentle. Usually when I'm with a virgin, I'd fuck them senseless before they know what hit them. Pulling off her top, she lie on her back, with her legs spread. I take off mine and bring my mouth to hers again. It feels good to get out of these clothes. I notice her looking at my body, kind of uncertain whether it's polite to ogle or not. She smiles when she sees me smile at her.

My mouth tenderly worships her breasts. Her small nipples fit easily in my mouth, her moans of ecstasy let me know I'm doing something right. She's squirming beneath me, feeling so good brushing up against me. While my mouth is busy on her breasts, I unzip her skirt, removing it. Her panties are soaked, she manages to remove them while I put my hand on her hips, softly massaging them.

She's squirming more and more, her slickness rubbing over my stomach. I try hard to avoid making intimate contact with her. Don't want the little thing to come too quickly. I kiss between her breasts, moving on down towards her tight stomach. The way her stomach quivers when I kiss it makes me even hornier.

Some of the images in Jack's books flood back into my head, but I'm able to quickly put them out. The sick crudeness of pornography is one thing, but in this context, there is nothing more beautiful than a girl with spread legs. The soft, pink folds cry out for my tongue. I softly lick her leg up one way, then down the other. I tease her, my breath close to her most intimate area, but not quite. I do it with the other too, making sure she's restless.

"Please, give me what I need," she begs.

I slowly trail down from her bellybutton, down to her clit. She lets out a loud moan as I begin to lick her. I rub her lips, parting them, enjoying the beautiful view. The fact she hasn't given this away to somebody yet is a crime. Her taste is sweeter than honey on my lips, and I can't get enough of her. I'm voraciously lapping at her, licking and sucking on her lips, she's thrashing, bucking her hips, soft pink lips grinding into my face.

Just when I think she couldn't possibly have any more, she staagaiagain. I'm amazed such a little thing could have so much in her. My face is getting covered in her nectar, not that I'm complaining. It's been a long time since I was on the bottom, and I've forgotten how nice it can be. To smell and taste her, and see her soft, delicate folds inches from my face causes me to let go. I'm moaning into her cunt, breathing heavy. When I think my tongue is about to fall out of my mouth, she finally stops. Her breathing is harsh and jagged and she can barely speak. I cuddle up to her, holding her tight in my arms, careful not to use Slayer strength and crush her.

Tears of joy are streaming down her face as she puts her head on my shoulder.

"Faith?"

I pet her head, softly caressing her face. "Yeah, Fred?"

"That was so beautiful." She's gng fng for air, the afterglow of her orgasm still washing over her. "And thanks for not breaking... you know."

"Wouldn't dream of it," I smile, lying to her, but oh well, she doesn't have to know how close I came to popping it.

Fred isn't quite sure what to do, I gather. The small pecks she covmy fmy face in feels like softest silk, but her hesitation leads me to believe she's too timid to go any lower.

Her licking of my neck makes me shudder htlyhtly, reminding me of my encounter with Harmony all those months ago. I erlyerly stroke the back of her head, which slows her down somewhat. I'm wriggling here, trying to move my breasts up a bit, hoping her mouth will brush over my swollen nipples.

Her slow trail down my breasts is making me so frustrated. But her hesitation gives her actions a certain tenderness I've never felt before. I grab her hand and put it on my other breast. She tenderly grabs at it, pinching it gently while her mouth finally reaches the right spot.

Her hot breath and hungry tongue on my swollen nipple makes me feel even more ticklish. She knows how to be a good tease, and I start to wonder if she isn't a really talented bottom who hasn't been on top before tonight.

Her kisses go lower, first between my breasts, then down to my tummy. Her mouth isn't so much licking me as its worshipping me. She knows how to make tummy worship tickle in all the right places, if you know what I'm saying.

My clit is aching for her mouth, I'm getting wetter and wetter with every lick on her way down to its ultimate destination. The ticklish feelings in my spine are increasing as her mouth barely grazes my clit. Her soft, wet mouth is the perfect match for my drenched lower mouth.

The tender way she is caressing me and licking me is how I always imagined Jenny would make love. Awwww, make love. I never thought I'd like the sound of that word. I'm enraptured as my orgasm hits me full force and I feel myself melting into Fred. I've been imagining this whole time that Jenny was the one making love to me.

Wow, I really need to make it back to Sunnydale in a hurry. I have to work through this with Jenny, or I may never have another chance to make things right.

Fred is kind of passed out between my legs, I think. I rub her head, she looks up and smiles at me.

"Wow, you sure are loud when you... you know," she starts to giggle.

I was so caught up in what I was feeling, I had no idea what sounds I was making.

"Fred, come here for a bit," I motion to the head of the bed.

I wrap her in my arms, holding her close, our naked sweaty bodies entwined. It feels good to have her against me, her affectionate embrace more powerful than I would have thought.

Her head is on my chest, "Is your heart beating for me?" She looks at me with her eyes full of hope and love, so what can I say?

I kiss her on the forehead, "You alone, Fred." I wink and hug her tight. "I hate to do this, but I'm only able to stay here a few more hours, and I'm not really in the mood to retire to my own bed..."

"Yay," she's so happy to cuddle up with me for the night. She's asleep in my arms in no time flat, I must have been too much for her.

I don't really sleep much, but at 5am I am up and ready to shower. I always enjoy having the sweat of a lover all over me, so the shower is bittersweet to me. But I can't go to work reeking of sweat and sex, or at least I shouldn't. Brad would probably jump my ass in the bathroom, and if there is anything I don't need, it would be to have him inside me.

I wake up Fred before I go, to give her a hug and kiss, and the number of where I'm staying. I don't have the heart to tell that I probably won't be making love to her again, but she doesn't need to know that yet.

The bus seems to get me back home much quicker than it took to get me to LA. Rather than go home I go straight to the library. I'm actually five minutes earlier than I usually. While I'm tired as hell, I'm able to do my job halfway decently.

Around noon my desktop phone rings.

"Hello, Williams Memorial Library, how may I help you?"

"Faith?"

"Uh, Jenny?"

"You're back! You did come home, and you're at work!"

"I told you, girl. Now look, we got a lot to talk about tonight, so have some good Italian food waiting for me."

"You read my mind, Faith. How does three cheese lasagna sound?"

"It's a date," I give a little wink that Jenny can't see, but Brad is standing around looking jealous. I stick out my finger, letting him smell Fred on me. It's faint, but the look on his face tells me he can still smell her. He then runs for the bathroom and doesn't come back for ten minutes. Huh, boys.