California

So by now you'd think that Jenny and I were daily fuck buddies. As much as I'd like to think that, it isn't so. In fact, we've grown further apart in the days since that night two months ago. Sure, we still pal around a lot, but the intense sexual tension has gone away.

Sleeping with her only lasted about a week. Said it was making her feel uncomfortable, and if I wanted my home life to be smooth, I'd accept her decision and get on with my life. Whatever that means. C'mon, Jenny, let's do it already, I promise I won't hurt you.

"You'll be late for work!" she scolds me, sounding more like a mother than a friend. She was so much happier lying in my arms; does she really mistrust me that much? Our final night together was a restless one for her, at times she acted like she wanted to get away. Getting out of the grasp of a Slayer is not easy. I held her as tight as I could without hurting her. For six days she seemed to like it, then all of the sudden, bammo.

"I think this is getting too intense, Faith."

Okay, fair enough, but her threshold of what is too "intense" is laughable. I've not even kissed her on the mouth yet, not even closed mouth.

Christ, I'm going crazy here with lust. I'd love to force that dumb ass little fundy fuck to suck my cunt. I could probably convince her that not wanting to go down on me was homophobic, or some other equally idiotic notion. Or convince her it's God's will for her to eat me out. That might work better.

Now I wonder, was it love or lust? It's Faith, me! Am I even capable of true love? Yes, of course, I am. And with Jenny, I hope. But I'm human. My hormones are getting the best of me again. Can't she understand that?

Right now I'm too tired to think about this. I just want to go to sleep, tomorrow is Thursday, only one more day left until the weekend.

Things were going shittier than usual on Thursday when I got a phone call.

"Hello, Sunnydale Public Library, Faith speaking."

"Faith?"

"Yes, hello?"

"Faith! It's me! Fred!"

I let out a little shriek of excitement that draws everybody's attention.

"Faith! Are you okay? I thought I heard somebody shriek."

"Baby, you don't know how happy I am to hear your voice!" I'm nearly jumping up and down. I feel a slight tickle between my legs as I imagine the fun we'll have. Oh wait, gotta invite the little thing down here first.

"Everything okay, Faith?"

"Now that you've called, better than you could ever imagine!"

"Wow, Faith, I was afraid I was bothering you. Your roommate said you've been testy recently."

"Huh, testy because of her. But I think you could cure all that. Please tell me you're coming to see me!"

The head librarian shushes me. The fuckin' bitch.

"Faith, I don't know where you live."

"Well, silly, then I'll give you my address!"

"Okay, Faith, but I might have to wait a bit first. I will get there by tomorrow, though."

I give Fred the address, my voice carrying a slight melodic quality to it. I am so fucking happy! I've never been this happy in my entire life. I can't wait to see Fred's smiling face again. That, and I can't wait to stick my tongue right up her...

"FAITH!"

"Oh, sorry, Fred. I got spaced for a second here."

My nipples are so hard they're aching right now. Oh god, if only Fred could be here for me.

"So I'll see ya sometime tomorrow, okay?"

"God, Fred. I wish I could drive up there right this second and bring you down here. You have no idea how much I've missed you."

"Okay, Faith. I promise I'll try to get down there ay-sap."

I make a kissy sound into the phone before hanging up.

I'm walking on air the rest of the day. Not even the smoking cows outside can bring me down. Usually I'd want to put out their cigs right on their eyeballs, but right now I'm so happy none of that matters. My girl, my Fred, will be sitting on my face this time tomorrow!

I go to bed, still horny as hell. No matter how many times I masturbate, it's never enough. My nipples are still rock hard as I restlessly fall into a light slumber. My thoughts all night return to my night with her all those many weeks ago. If I close my hard and think hard enough, I swear I can feel her probing tongue.

I was sad when I woke up this morning. Rather than being greeted downstairs by the friendly face of Fred Burkle, I was rudely awakened 30 minutes earlier than usual by Jenny. The girl was on the phone, speaking much more loudly and excitedly anybody needs to be a 7:30. From what I can gather there was some kind of emergency at college. It seems a water main broke in the gymnasium and Jenny needed to get a repairman from church to fix it.

Hey, when you can't get back to sleep, and the satellite is out, you gotta improvise.

I take the extra time I have this morning to get in some special grooming, if you know what I mean. Since Jenny kicked me out of her bed, I have to admit to not keeping up on my shaving as well as I should. Not that I look like some hairy legged man hater or anything, but I don't have my usual 'bare all over' look.

Jenny is going to shit when she finds my pubes in her electric razor. Not that I care or anything. I don't have time to clean out her razor, and besides, if she would have only put out earlier, then I'd not have so much to cut off all at once.

I smile in the mirror, a glow of certainty. A slight twitch of anticipation. Aw, that sweet feeling. After weeks of being dead from the waist down to everybody but me, I'm on fire.

It's noon time, or close to it. The cows are out front again, choking and coughing and smoking their cigs. As usual, I come home at this hour for lunch. That, and to check on the mail. Well, I only do that about once a month around this time. Jenny would flip out if she found out I subscribed to Maxim and FHM. Gotta get the mail before her or else I probably won't be reading this month's issue.

I notice a bus pulled outside Jenny's house as I'm walking up. A small girl, with a smaller suitcase steps out and looks around worriedly.

"FRED!"

I ran up to her, nearly dropping the leather jacket I'm carrying.

"Faith! Did I find the right house?"

I give her a big bear hug, kissing her on the forehead, then on the cheek, then on her lips. I laugh one of the happiest laughs I can remember having. She seems almost taken a back at first by my affection, but is quick to return the kisses.

"Damn, girl. I was scared you'd fuckin' bail on me! Oh god, the fun we're going to have this weekend!"

"Can I take my suitcase inside first?"