Breathless

Buffy slid from the bed, leaving Riley snoring peacefully. As quietly as possible, she quickly made her way to the bathroom and eased the door shut. Still sweaty from sex, she desperately needed a shower. Buffy had tried to take one after she and Riley had finished having sex, but he had immediately pulled her close, holding on tightly until he slipped into a sated slumber.

As she waited for the water to heat up, Buffy thought back to the encounter between her and Riley earlier. The sex had been gentle and sweet, what most women wanted; but it had lacked the two things Buffy desired: passion and release. She hoped the sex would get better, as this was their first time. Over the past couple of weeks, she and Riley had grown very close. Buffy cared deeply for him and craved a satisfying and passionate sexual relationship with him.

Finally, she stepped into the shower, moaning in satisfaction as the hot water rolled down her body. She quickly washed her hair, inhaling the fragrant scent from her lavender shampoo. As she soaped her body, she lightly grazed over the small triangle of curls between her thighs, sending tingles all through her. Buffy ached for the release that she had been unable to achieve with Riley and pressed down on her clit. The immediate sensation of pleasure had her mind wandering to the only image that had helped bring her to orgasm over the past couple weeks. Mentally, she envisioned his platinum hair and felt his masculine hands running over her skin. Imagining it was his fingers inside of her, she bit her lip to prevent the scream that threatened to escape. With two fingers working frantically, she pressed the heel of her palm against her sensitive apex. Buffy moaned lightly when she felt the heat build between her legs. Her imagination worked over time; she could feel the rough denim of his jeans on her thighs, the cool leather of his duster on her arms and the moist heat of his mouth on her skin. Leaning her head against the cool tile, she fought back her final scream of pleasure as she imagined his fingers finding the small bundle of nerves just inside her walls, bringing the release she desired.

Just as quietly as she entered, Buffy slipped from the bathroom and crawled back into the bed beside Riley. With a smile on her lips, she fell into a peaceful slumber, finally as sated as her lover.

The next day, after Riley left, Buffy was craving some girl talk. She called Willow and invited her over for a Girl’s Night In since Tara was out of town for the weekend visiting her family. Tara had recently begun trying to mend the situation with her family; they had turned from her when she announced that she was a lesbian. Willow had declined going with her partner until things had calmed down with her parents and was currently very bored and lonely. The red head had eagerly accepted the invitation and promised to stop by and pick up some movies if Buffy would order some pizza.

Willow showed up a couple of hours later, around seven o’clock, movies in hand. She bounced excitedly on the front porch, she and Buffy hadn’t spent much time together recently and she missed her best friend. Hugging her tiny blonde buddy tightly, she announced “I got our favorite movies! The Princess Bride and Pretty Woman!” triumphantly holding out the movies for Buffy to see. “Bring on the cheesy goodness!”

They headed towards the kitchen, leaving the movies in the living room. Willow perched on the stool at the island while Buffy grabbed the bottle of merlot she had set out to breathe earlier. She joined her friend at the counter, pouring wine into the glasses already set out by the pizza box, then immediately dove into the extra cheese and pepperoni pizza that had arrived just before Willow had.

A bottle of wine later, the movies had been forgotten. The girls had relocated into the living room and were piled onto the couch along with a second bottle of merlot. Inevitably, the conversation had turned to Buffy and Riley’s relationship. Buffy explained that things were going very well between them, but that she was having some doubts. She recounted the previous night’s events, sans her escapades in the shower. Buffy finished another glass and leaned back against the couch.

“Will, it was just so awkward! He’s just too big and I don’t mean in the package department. Not that it was shrimpy, but I’ve seen bigger!” she paused, her cheeks brightening thinking about her blonde fantasy. Quickly she added,”We just don’t fit together well. I felt like I was being squished into the mattress!”

Ever so observant, Willow took notice of her friends blush and said “What’s with the red face, Buff? Are you leaving out something juicy?” She kidded, poking her friend in the side. “Come on! Fess up! I want all the tasty details!”

Thanks to the wine, Buffy felt confident enough to fill her friend in about the mystery man and the bathroom incident. “I dunno what came over me, Will. It was like this little voice in the back of my mind said ‘Go for it! You want this man!’ and I just did it. For crying out loud, I was all set to jump his bones in a bar bathroom. The bathroom in the bar that my manager owns of all places!! Now I can’t think straight. All brain activity goes directly to this guy that I don’t even know.” she moaned, shutting her eyes, “Hell, I don’t even know his name! I am such a hobag!’

“Aw, Buffy, don’t be so hard on yourself! Things like that happen. The lust monster jumped in and you couldn’t do anything about it. Plus, on the bright side, maybe Riley will turn out to be some sexual demon and make you his willing slave girl.” Willow said encouragingly, trying to console her obviously upset friend. “Last night was the first time, sex is always weird.”

They finally got around to watching the movies and finished off the second bottle of wine. Feeling woozy, Willow had decided to stay the night and not drive home. Buffy got her some pajamas and settled into the guest room before heading to her own room. As she lay there staring at the ceiling, she silently hoped her friend was right about her and Riley. She hated to think about what would happen to their relationship if after each sexual experience with him, she had to relieve herself in the shower.

For the first time in weeks, Buffy was able to drift off to sleep with out thinking about a certain blonde man.