Chapter 1 - Coming Back from the Brink, Part 1

                                                Coming Back from the Brink
                                                            by Volpone

                                                    Scene 1: Angel's Place

           She pressed her skin tightly to Angel's chest as they kissed, grinding her breasts against him and
panting as she let all of the stored-up emotions of the last year come rushing forth. Buffy could feel the
stiffness of him against the inside of her thigh as she moaned into his mouth and their tongues slid
sensuously around one another.
           Slaying always turned her on... the violent death... risking everything... daring fate yet another
time. She had come to accept it as a part of the business of slaying. Sort of kinky, but she had been
surprised to find out that it was a common enough reaction in people after surviving a life-threatening
situation. After the first few times, she had learned to avoid being frustrated by the most direct method:
she simply went home, locked the door, put on some music, went to bed and fingered herself until she
came two or three times.
           But not tonight. It was her seventeenth birthday. Tonight, she had grown tired of just fantasizing
about Angel while she slid her fingers in and out of her pussy. Tonight, she decided that she wasn't
going to fight it any longer. She wanted the real thing.
           Her fingers pressed into the muscles of his upper back as she locked her mouth to his, sweet,
passionate, willing. His skin wasn't warm like hers. His skin was as cold as hers was hot... fire and ice.
He didn't pant in excitement, for no breath stirred in his body. He was not human. He was one of the
undead.
           That didn't seem to affect his passion, though. His tongue forced its way into her mouth as his
desire grew even stronger, and she let out a small whimper, urging him on.
           He broke the kiss just long enough to bury his face in her hair and whisper, "Oh, god, Buffy..."
They wrestled back and forth, exploring, squeezing, until finally he pressed her back on the bed
and began to trail kisses down her shoulder, slowly, very slowly, working his way down across her
marvelous breast until he reached one perfect pink nipple. Gently taking it between his lips, he kissed
and licked as the areola tightened and her nipple hardened even more. She twined her fingers into his
hair and pressed his mouth harder to her breast, giving a quiet moan that told him clearly what she
wanted. As he continued suck at the one breast, he brought a hand up to her other beautiful globe,
trailed his cool fingers teasingly across its point with feather lightness again and again, until she began to
squirm. Then she grabbed his teasing hand and pressed it hard to her. A smile tugged at his lips and he
squeezed, marveling at the firm, sensuous feeling.
           After several minutes, he again began kissing his way down her body, leaving a trail of goose
bumps along her smooth skin, across her flat stomach, until gently, teasingly, he finally placed a loving,
tender kiss on the lips of her sweet pussy.
           Buffy managed an "Oh... g... g...", before she slipped her fingers behind his head and her
thoughts lost all form as Angel's soft tongue slid up until it found her clit and he concentrated on giving
her some serious pleasure. He lifted her hips by sliding his hands under her ass and taking one cheek in
each hand, squeezing and groping as his mouth buried itself in her sweet-musky cleft. His tongue slid in
and out of her over and over, then would flick across her erect clit, causing her to thrash and gasp again
and again, until she finally couldn't be passive any longer.
           Reluctantly, she pulled him away from her, then pushed him back on the bed. The unsure
teenager was gone. She was also the Slayer, and she drew on a part of that confidence, that
determination, to let her take the lead in unfamiliar territory.
Pushing him flat on his back, she smiled wickedly at him, then knelt facing his feet, one knee on
each side of his face, and swiveled her hips teasingly. Angel didn't need any more invitation as he again
buried his face between her silky thighs.
           Buffy arched her back and moaned, fully enjoying the talented tonguing she was receiving.
Then, after some moments, she bent down and rested her weight forward on one hand until she was in a
classic sixty-nine position. While he continued to lick and nibble at her, she took him in one hand and
slowly stroked him several times, taking her first good look at a man's penis.
Even here, he was beautiful, the shaft thick and veined, the head flaring aggressively... masculine
to the last detail. She was surprised that she didn't notice any scent, but that didn't bother her in the least
as she leaned down and planted a kiss on the tip.
           As she did, Angel moaned and began to tongue her more aggressively, urging her on. Buffy
smiled and ran her soft tongue down the front of his shaft, which bucked in response. She was enjoying
herself immensely, feeling more in control with each passing moment.
           She wasn't scared or intimidated... well, not much... she had some idea what to expect. She had
kept her ears open. She had read Cosmo. Ever so slowly, letting herself get used to the sensation, she
again kissed the head, and as she did, she gradually opened her lips and began to take him in her mouth.
Just behave like you're kissing him, she told herself, and you'll do fine. No big.
Now she had the crown inside her mouth and she concentrated on that, running her lips over it,
swirling her tongue around and then gradually applying a little suction as she slid more of him into her
greedy mouth. As she did, she swiveled her hips against Angel's mouth and he responded more
forcefully. His hands reached down and he cupped one of her perfect firm breasts in each, then
squeezed, while zeroing in and sucking gently on her clit.
           The assault on her senses welled up and Buffy's desire flared. She began to slide her mouth up
and down his shaft, setting up a rhythm and applying suction as she did. She took as much as she could,
and was surprised as she thought, This cock-sucking isn't hard... in fact, it's kinda fun. She kept up her
steady motion, tossing her head slightly and using her tongue and lips to best advantage, but after a few
more moments, Angel stopped and moaned out, "Buffy, wait..."
           Her two desires fought for a moment, then with a heavy sigh she slid his saliva-slick cock out of
her mouth. Oh, but she had been so tempted to keep going. It would have been so cool to make him
come, but she really did want him in a more traditional way, because she was ready to go NOW!
Still facing his feet, she straddled his hips and let him aim himself properly. When the head of
his cock was firmly positioned at the entrance to her pussy, she bit her lip and forced herself down onto
him in one fluid motion. A flash of panic seized her accompanied by a stab of pain, but then it was over
and he was in. The panic passed as quickly as it occurred, and the pain was gone.
           God, but he felt good! Even better than she'd dreamed. Buffy just held still for a moment,
savoring the sensation, her back arched and her eyes closed as she panted, her deep breathing making her
wonderful breasts rise and fall. Then she came back to herself and began to slowly gyrate on his stiff
cock, reveling in the wanton feeling it gave her, loving every minute, loving him...
He let her control the motion, his hands on her hips, matching her thrusts, burying himself deep
inside her clenching pussy. He resisted the desire to just pound into her until he came, pumping his load
into her. He wanted this to be special, so he resisted.
           She tossed back her head, eyes still closed and rode up and down on his penis, climbing nearer
and nearer the climax her body craved.
           Without breaking the rhythm, Angel sat forward and slid his hands up her ribs, up, and around
until he was cupping her amazing tits. His fingers found her sensitive nipples and tweaked pleasure into
them. Buffy groaned out her pleasure, panting with her approaching orgasm, stepping up the pace and
squeezing him with the muscles of her delicious pussy.
           Then, just as the first wave of her climax was going to arrive, Angel crushed her breasts almost
to the edge of pain, leaned forward, and sank his fangs deep into Buffy's unsuspecting neck...

           With a small cry, Buffy woke, alone, sitting up in bed, her breath ragged, her eyes wide with
terror. Oh, god! That dream again! It was just like before.
           The night of her birthday things had actually happened just as she dreamed each time, right up
until the last moment... when the dream became a nightmare.
But the nightmare wasn't truly over. They had made love, and their loving had broken the curse
that had given Angel his human soul. Now he'd crossed over... now he was one of them again. He was
with that bitch Drusilla.
           She flopped back onto her pillow, the ache in her still as strong as ever, the desire as fresh, her
will belonging as much to her body as to herself, and as she curled into herself on the bed, she began to
sob softly into her pillow as her fingers found their familiar way back between her thighs, and she cried
at her need as much as at her loss.

Scene 2: a School Hallway

           Shortly after school let out, Buffy was surprised when her mom showed up.
"Mom, what are you doing here?" Having your mother show up a school when there wasn't
something like a parent-teacher conference was not a good sign, but she didn't look upset. She was
smiling and excited, dressed as if she were going somewhere. Only real grade-A losers had their folks
show at school when they didn't have to. Buffy looked around, but the halls were almost deserted
already, it being a Friday afternoon, with only an hour or so of sunlight left. Good enough. Now if she
could only get her Mom out of there before anyone saw....
           "Buffy, dear, the most wonderful thing happened..." God, her Mom was practically glowing. All
spruced up too. Very un-Mom-ish.
           "A new customer came into the gallery, started looking around... Anyway, by the time he was
done, he must have bought a third of everything we had in stock! It looks like the gallery may make a go
of it after all.
           "The problem is," her Mom made an unsuccessful attempt to dampen her joy, "I've got to make
an emergency buying trip to replace what we sold. My regular sources can't help me for at least three
weeks. So, I have to be gone for about two days." She reached out and pushed Buffy's hair back from
her face. "Can I trust you to stay out of trouble on your own for that long? Do you want to visit your
father or something?"
           Buffy considered for a moment, then realized that, while she would like to see her Dad, there was
no way she could just skip out on her Slayer duties, especially now.
           "No. Probably not enough notice. Anyway, he's probably busy doing Dad-things. But hey!
Here is good. I'll probably just sleep over at Willow's or something."
           "You're sure you don't mind? It's just for the weekend, but I won't go if you don't want me too."
Yeah, thought Buffy, the last thing a teenager wants is to be left home alone for the weekend!
Buffy considered for a moment asking her Mom not to go, just to see her reaction. Nah, she
decided. Why risk a good thing? Her Mom was occasionally cool on the Mom-o-meter scale, but
recently she had been way too much of a Mother Hen. An absence of parental units had its possibilities.
Junk food and Haagen-Dazs for dinner.
           Buffy smiled with mock bravery while restraining her desire to break into dance. "No, that's
cool. Go on. Make money. Have a good time."
           They exchanged a quick hug. "You take care, dear. I've left all the numbers you'll need to reach
me on the refrigerator at home."
           Buffy called at her mother's retreating form, "Have a good flight." And then she was gone.
Well... that had gone well, in a Stepford Mom kind of way. Spooky, thought Buffy. Maybe I should
check for pods in the basement when I get home. No, this was one of those situations when it was better
not to know.
           Well... time to go and see what Giles was going to go on about today.

Scene 3: the Library

           "Buffy, we're all terribly sorry about the whole business..." said Giles, fiddling with his glasses as
was his habit. The whole gang was present: Buffy, Willow, Xander, Cordelia, even Jenny Calendar.
Buffy was still rather distraught over the entire episode with Angel, and how he had gone over to the
others again. She blamed Jenny for most of what had transpired, but her anger over the gypsy witch's
actions (or lack of) was beginning to cool.
           Giles was grateful when the door to the library opened, providing an interruption so that he didn't
have to finish his statement. He had never been particularly good at emotional counseling, his
stereotypic English reserve getting in the way. It was especially embarrassing in front of others.
It was only after seeing who had entered that he had second thoughts about being grateful.
           "I should have known I'd find you surrounded by books again, Rupert," said the stranger with a
genuine smile, "but you've definitely added some nice touches to the decor..." He made no pretense of
not checking out the female occupants of the room.
           Giles was rapidly becoming uncomfortable, but he didn't seem to be alarmed, so Buffy relaxed
slightly and allowed herself to take a good look at the newcomer. Not bad for an older man... he had to
be at least 25 years old. Six-foot tall, trim, about one-eighty-five or so (it was hard to tell since he was
wearing a dark-colored full length duster), good shoulders, long light brown hair (not quite Kevin Sorbo
long, but very clean and with some wave), fair skin, pronounced nose, strong jaw, short moustache, nice
lips (and dimples!), and great eyes that looked blue-green. In addition to the long coat he wore a bright
blue-green turtleneck, black jeans and dark soft shoes. He also had on an expensive-looking white gold
ring set with a smooth, dark blue stone on his right hand. No earring. The long hair, moustache and
build made him look as if he could play one of the Knights of the Round Table. His voice was pleasant
and without noticeable accent or dialect. Nice smile, a friendly, confident manner, and a look as if he
were ready to make himself right at home. You wanted to like him right away.
           Not bad at all, thought Buffy. Not as gorgeous as Angel, but definitely bordering on babe-dom.
Bet he has a cute butt, too.
           Giles stammered out what could almost pass for a greeting. "Oh.... uh... hello. What... uh... what
are you... doing here?" He did his best to seem unconcerned with the new man's presence, looking down
at a book on the table in front of him with studied nonchalance and failing miserably.
           "Just sort of... drawn here, it seems." He crossed to them from the double doors of the entrance,
and Xander noticed that for a good-sized man he didn't make any sound as he walked, just the rustling of
his duster.
           The newcomer stopped near the group and let the following silence grow for a couple of seconds
before adding, "Aren't you going to introduce me to your friends, Rupert?"
Jenny came to Giles rescue. She extended her hand. "I'm Jenny Calendar. I'm... one of Giles coworkers
here at the school."
           The stranger took her hand and, to her surprise, kissed it. "My pleasure," he said. Actually, he
sounded genuine when he said it. Most guys would have come off like some kind of major letch, but
Buffy didn't miss the slight catch in Ms. Calendar's breathing as his lips touched the back of her hand.
Hmmm..... It wasn't too cold in the library, but she noticed that Ms. Calendar's nipples were up and
happy under her blouse. Watch it, Giles... there's a new wolf hunting your territory.
           The stranger didn't let go of her hand immediately, and looked at Jenny inquiringly. "Pardon my
asking, but.... are you Wicca?" Where the question came from, or what the hell Wicca was, Buffy had
not a clue, but obviously it meant something to Ms. Calendar's.
           "Actually," she replied, "I consider myself a techno-pagan."
Still without releasing her hand, his eyes seemed to look farther than her face. "No... it's more
than that." He was silent another moment, then his eyes seemed to return to focus. "Romany?"
           He used the correct term for gypsy.
           Jenny seemed again surprised. "Yes. I have gypsy heritage."
           He smiled broadly, and finally released her hand. "I thought so." He addressed Giles. "I have to
congratulate you, Giles."
           Jenny shot an inquiring glance towards Giles but the librarian seemed taken aback. Giles
stammered, "Wh... about what?" He sounded embarrassed.
           "I thought...", the stranger looked back at Jenny, then shook his head, "Not my business."
           Cordelia interrupted by stepping up and offering her hand, clearly expecting the same gallantry.
           "And I'm Cordelia." She made it sound as if it was a name he should recognize instantly, and only
someone who had spent the last ten years under a boulder in Greenland would fail to know who she was.
           "Indeed?" He bowed and kissed her hand with the same seeming pleasure he had with Jenny.
Cordelia was not as used to covering her reactions as Jenny. Her mouth dropped open slightly
and her breath caught. Yep... there were those nipples again. He released her hand in an unhurried
manner.
           Xander didn't miss the reaction. Protecting what he saw as his territory, he stepped right up and
almost between the two, to Cordelia's obvious disapproval.
           "Hi, I'm Xander. You can skip the hand kissing with me." He looked down at the shin-length
coat the stranger was wearing. "Tell me, those pants do go all the way up to your waist, don't they?"
           "Xander!" Willow slapped gently at Xander's shoulder, causing him to step back in mock fear.
Then she realized that she had brought attention on herself and covered as best she could.
           "Hi. I'm Willow... Rosenberg..." She hesitantly offered her hand, hoping that he would settle for
a handshake, but unsure if that was what she really wanted.
He gently took her hand. "Charming," was his comment, and he bowed as he raised her hand to
his lips.
           "Oh... gee..." Willow was clearly flustered by her reaction, but he didn't let go of her hand
immediately.
           "You are a mystery", he said looking at but not seeing her. "You have been dead," his eyebrows
furrowed in confusion, "but have never died, and now are alive again, but never reborn." He returned to
the now. "I think I would like to hear your story some time." He let go, as if releasing a bird.
Willow looked unfrightened but extremely uncomfortable for a moment, then said in her quiet
voice, "Excuse me... but... I have to go... go find Oz.... Right now!" And she was out the door like a
rabbit.
           Buffy looked after her flustered friend. Yep... score is nipples-- three, home team--zero. What is
going on here?
           Xander tried to look accidental as he moved between Buffy and the individual he had mentally
tagged as Flasher-Boy. "Neat trick. I wish I could drive women away like that. Does it take lots of
practice, or is it a gift?"
           Flasher-Boy looked at him and gave an amused smile. "Ah, the young gentleman considers
himself a wit, and proves himself only half right."
           Xander opened his mouth to respond, stopped, looked puzzled, turned to Buffy and asked, "Was
I just insulted?"
           Buffy grinned as she said, "Oh, yeah." She stepped by Xander and held out her hand. Out of the
corner of her eye she saw Giles start to react, as if he didn't want Buffy to touch him, but stopped
himself. Well, here goes... She offered her hand.
           "Hi. I'm Buffy." Now that she was close enough, she could see that his eyes were actually a cool
blue-grey color that changed depending on the light, and probably on the colors around him. Tiny smile
lines showed at the corners, and he had nice lashes. Very sexy.
           He took her hand and bowed. "My pleasure." Then he pressed his lips to her hand.
She had readied herself for something, and she was glad she did. Buffy didn't have much
experience in hand-kissing, but she decided it was a habit definitely to be encouraged. Yow! She didn't
know about how others might go about it, but with him it was as if he wasn't doing anything else, didn't
have anywhere to go... this was the center of his universe. And it was definitely better than kissing most
guys on the mouth.
           Now that he was this close to her, she could smell his scent. He was wearing something that
made her think of vanilla... slightly sweet, but spicier. More like incense. It wasn't cologne, but it was
very sensuous. She gave his hand an involuntary half-squeeze. The whole experience, his look, his
kissing her hand, his smell, was all more sensual than sexual, but still she felt her own areolae crinkle,
her nipples came to attention, and she began to lubricate. She hadn't reacted this strongly before to
anyone but Angel. God, it was like she'd been making out with him for a couple of hours! Buffy
glanced up at Jenny and saw a slight look of amusement in her eyes. Oh, yes, she was definitely not the
only one who had felt this.
           All of this took just under a second before Xander jumped in again. This was just getting too
thick for him.
           "Excuse me, Kreskin... just who the hell are you?" He asked it in a challenging but nonthreatening
manner.
           Buffy was in no hurry to reclaim her hand, but he let her go as Giles chimed in.
           "Oh, I'm sorry. Allow me to introduce Mister Quentin St. George."
           "Please... call me Quinn," he said to all of them.
           "Mr. St. George is a paranormal investigator. We met at Cambridge while we were each doing
some research in the ancient book room of the library there."
           Xander asked, "Paranormal. Like black magic, vampires, demons, that kind of thing, right?"
When Quinn nodded in agreement, Xander continued, "Nah. Nothing like that around here. Sorry you
wasted the trip."
           Giles cleared his throat uncomfortably. "He is also a... uh, sensitive."
           Cordelia had been quiet for far longer than was usual for her, so she took the opportunity to draw
attention back to herself.
           "Like someone who's really understanding? I've always liked sensitive guys," she cooed. She
wasn't quite sure if she wanted to encourage Quinn of make Xander jealous. Either one was good.
           Giles clarified. "No, not 'sensitive'... 'a sensitive'. Someone who can perceive things through
other than the normal senses."
           "Oh, sure. Like carnival mind readers, right? Tea leaves and crystal balls." Xander was having
trouble deciding where to stand, and trying to keep himself between Buffy and Quinn while still keeping
himself between Cordelia and Quinn was proving the impossibility of not being in two places at once.
But he could try, dammit!
           "Not quite. While Mr. St. George dislikes the term, the uninformed would call him a psychic."
Quinn explained, "The word's misleading, and way too general. I don't levitate things, find lost
cats, or give dire predictions to The Enquirer. I can feel things that I often don't understand, and I get
occasional glimpses of events that have yet to happen. Important events involving critical cusps are the
easiest to feel. That's all."
           Buffy guessed, "You also can project emotions, can't you?"
           Quinn gave her gentle applause. "Very good. But I usually have to be in physical contact for
that."
           Ah ha! thought Buffy. That's why we all reacted that way!
           A sneaking suspicion had slowly been creeping over Xander for some moments, and now he
decided to act on it. The way St. George moved silently, his way of dressing, his interest in the
paranormal, just his being here. Sensitive... right! This guy was about as kosher as an Easter ham, and
he was going to prove it. Slowly, he palmed a cross which had been laying out on the table and moved
closed to Quinn.
           As Xander came closer, he said, "Tell me, what do you think about THIS!?" and he thrust the
cross in St. George's face.
           Quinn didn't flinch, but raised one eyebrow, almost like Spock when he was about to say
"Fascinating." He hooked a finger inside his turtleneck and pulled forth a small, ornate silver crucifix.
           "I prefer mine. From Fatima, in Portugal."
           He again looked pointedly at the cross Xander held. "And, as you pointed out, there's no such
thing as vampires around here," he observed dryly.
           Not getting the reaction he hoped for, Xander tried to cover. "No, I just thought you might be
interested in seeing it really close up... and did that sound as lame as I think?"
           "Xander," asked Giles, "why don't you go investigate that noise Ms. Calendar's heard in the
janitor's closet a while ago?"
           "Yeah... closet... good idea..." He glanced towards Cordelia. Embarrassment and hormones
urged him suddenly to be elsewhere. "Maybe someone should come and keep a lookout, just in case."
Cordelia was becoming frustrated at her inability to regain Quinn's attention, and so took the
opportunity to make what she saw as a graceful exit.
           "Why would anyone want to go anywhere with you?", and she swept out as if insulted by the very
thought.  
           Xander addressed Quinn. "Hey, man, nice making a fool of myself in front of you. We need to
do this again real soon." Then he was gone in pursuit of Cordelia.
           Quinn said, "At least I know I'm in the right place."
           "How so?", Giles inquired.
           "Because," and he looked straight into Buffy's eyes, "why else would the Slayer be here?"
           "'Scuse me," she asked, "But am I wearing a sign or something?"
           Giles explained. "No. It's what I was afraid of when Quentin came in. While he likes to keep
them a secret most of the time, I became aware of his abilities, and was sure that he would be able to
deduce who you were, especially if he touched you."
           That's not the only thing, thought Buffy, realizing she was still wet from his kissing her hand.
God, and she had to go out slaying soon. It was definitely going to be a night to relieve some
frustrations.
           Attempting to cover her feelings, she asked, "You said you could feel major events going down.
But this is Sunnydale. Why here? Nothing ever happens here."
           "It doesn't have to be obvious... just important in some regard. Like tipping the first domino.
One thing leads to another, until it eventually has repercussions that are felt by many more. A cusp is
approaching. What it is, I'm unsure, but I know it's going to happen soon."
           "You're of course aware of the presence of the Hellmouth?" asked Giles, becoming the Watcher
again.
           Quinn nodded. "It's pretty hard to miss, event though it's not open. It creates some fairly major
echoes on the psychic level. It also masks some things I might be able to feel ordinarily. When I'm here,
I suddenly feel a little near-sighted. When I found that Rupert was here, knowing his interests, I thought
he might be able to give me some clue as to just what I've been feeling."
           The librarian shook his head in negation. "I'm afraid I'm of no help on the subject, Quentin. I
wish I could tell you more, but we haven't heard a thing."
           Quinn looked disappointed for just a moment, then his smile was back. "Well, it was worth a try.
I usually pick up more as an event approaches. Hopefully I'll know more before whatever it is happens."
She decided to go home and change into more fitting attire before the sun was down. "Well, I
better be going. Things to do. Vampires to slay. You know." She held out her hand. "Nice meeting
you."
           "The pleasure is entirely mine," and again he kissed her hand.
           Whoa! If she didn't get out of here soon, she was going to embarrass them all right here.
           "Check in again before you go out, Buffy," was Giles parting admonition.
           She called out lightly from the door, "I will." And then she was gone.

Scene 4: Around the School

           Xander and Cordelia faced each other inside the janitor's closet, their favorite form of foreplay,
the major argument, in full swing.
           "I can't believe you! Why didn't you just jump him right there in the library? We could have
sold tickets!"
           "Oh, drop the macho 'tude," she sneered. "You just can't handle that I might be attractive to an
older man."
           "Older man! His freshness dating expired years ago!"
           "Well, some people I know could use a little maturity!"
           "He's probably gay."
           "Wishful thinking?"
           "Just what's that supposed to mean?"
           "What do you think it means?"
           The next thing they knew, they were kissing as violently as they had been arguing. Cordelia had
been excited by Quinn, more excited than Xander usually managed to get her during one of their "closet
conferences". Now, she was beyond her usual "tease 'em and leave 'em panting" mode. If she hadn't
been thinking of Xander in a much more physical way recently, it might not have effected her so
strongly, but as it was, she was beyond her usual caution. She put one hand behind his head, kissing him
even more strongly, probing his mouth with her tongue, while she let the other hand slide down the front
of his fly.
           Xander almost choked, and pulled back. "Hey, that is not fair! You do that a few times, then you
just walk away smiling, while I have to carry a large notebook in front of my pants for the next three
days."
           She taunted him, knowing just which button to push. "I should have known you weren't enough
of a man. Maybe I should go find Quinn. I know he's enough of a man."
           Xander looked as if he couldn't believe his ears. "Wait a second. I am the man. I have man-ness
I haven't used yet. I am the man-ness poster... man," he finished lamely.
           "Then prove it!" She stepped back, looking at him as if she expected a demonstration.
           "Oh, no. I drop my pants, and the second I'm not looking, you and my clothes are gone, and I end
up wearing a dust mop as a fig leaf."
           "Then don't stop looking," she said as she leaned back against the janitor's cart and began to
slowly unbutton her blouse.
           As soon as Xander realized that she was indeed serious, he was peeling off clothes as quickly as
he could... shoes, socks, sweater all hit the floor in rapid order. He kept his pants for the moment.
           Xander stopped and asked, "What if someone comes in here?"
           Cordelia had finished unbuttoning and her blouse hung back from her shoulders, leaving her pale
lace bra the only thing between Xander and a coronary.
           "On a Friday after school? Get real. The teachers are out of here before most of the students,
and Principal Paranoid has Giles lock up this building since he's always here late anyway." She actually
smiled at him. "So relax. It's just you...", she ran a finger temptingly along her very nice cleavage,
"...and me."
           Then Xander was across the space separating them, kissing Cordy hard, panting as he pushed her
blouse the rest of the way off.
           They were both breathing like bellows in seconds, and Xander kissed his way down until he
buried his face in Cordelia's Chanel-scented cleavage, fumbling at the back of her bra for a hook his
fingers couldn't find.
           She placed one hand on firmly on Xander's forehead and pushed him back. He looked up as if
hurt. The she smiled a small smile and reached up between the cups of her bra and unhooked the clasp
between them.
           A look of wonder overcame Xander's features, as if he had just received the Holy Grail, which
was precisely the result Cordelia had been hoping for. She laughed softly as he again buried his face in
her wonderful breasts, kissing and nuzzling, then taking a nipple between his lips while the other hand
felt, then when she encouraged him, squeezed her silken-skinned globe.
           Cordelia was not a blushing virgin. True, she usually just teased... boys would do just about
anything for the slightest chance of having sex... but she had gone all the way on several occasions, so
she was the experienced member of the two, and she had some definite ideas of what she liked.
Xander actually managed to remove her pants while still concentrating on her chest, and was
very glad when her shoes and stockings proved only minor obstacles. He barely noticed when she
helped him get rid of her panties (silk, of course) because he was so excited. A little voice at the back of
his mind said, "Don't talk. Keep your mouth shut, 'cuz if you slip and call her Buffy, not only will you
not get any, she will kill you, and then you still won't get any." He began to rip at his belt frantically as
he backed off just enough to actually see Cordelia in all her glory. But he was so impatient his eyes had
a slightly glazed look, as if he had to act before she vanished like a mirage. He barely noticed how
beautiful she was, and she could tell he really wasn't seeing her. She was used to being admired. She
expected it, and she felt she deserved it. She was going to have to slow things down some.
           His pants went that-a-way, to be followed by his underwear, which he had some slight trouble
getting unhooked from his erection which stood tall and proud (actually tall and horny... there was no
though of pride in him at the moment).
           Cordelia was excited, her breasts aching and her pussy well lubricated, but she knew that teenage
men lasted about two seconds. It was especially true if she were Xander's first, which despite his
occasional boasting, she strongly suspected she was.
           He started back towards her, obviously ready to skip any further preliminaries, when she decided
someone had to take control.
           "Wait a second," she restrained him with a hand on each shoulder. He froze, his smooth chest
rising and falling as if he had just run across campus, his hard cock bobbing slightly with his racing
pulse. Oh, god, she was going to change her mind! He could just see Monday's headlines... "High
School Student Dies From Terminal Erection... Funeral Services Will Be Closed-Casket."
           "A woman likes to feel... appreciated." And this one liked to feel in control, so she leaned back
slightly, pressing him downward by the shoulders until he was on his knees.
           He found himself at eye-level with Cordelia's very well groomed pubic hair, a narrow strip of
dark that just covered the center of the swelling between her thighs. He was mesmerized for a moment,
just gazing at 'the promised land', then he realized what she intended.
           Eagerly, if inexpertly, Xander slid his hands between Cordy's absolutely smooth thighs, pushing
them further apart, then, with a here-goes-nothing approach, he brought his mouth to the lips of her slick
pussy and began to kiss and lick, tentatively at first, then with greater conviction as she purred slightly
and guided his efforts to better effect.
           Xander was surprised at the scent and taste of her, since he had grown up with bad jokes about
fish. She actually smelled and tasted different from what he had expected... not that that would have
stopped him. A rhino-sized tranquilizer dart might have stopped him, but not much short of that. It
surprised him that someone as self-absorbed as Cordelia would bother to scent herself down here, but a
definite whiff of her perfume mixed with her own natural musk, which was rich and exciting... and not at
all fishy. He actually enjoyed her taste, being like nothing he had ever run across before. He buried his
face firmly to her, darting his tongue as deeply into her delicious pussy as he could reach, then at her
urging, flicked across her clit as she moaned with even greater excitement.
           To his credit, Xander truly wanted to her to enjoy herself as much as he did. He was as hard as
he had ever been, almost ready to come without her even touching him. He wanted to be inside her so
badly he ached, but another part of him was enjoying the sound of Cordy's occasional gasps and moans.
           He almost lost his load when she slipped her fingers tightly into his hair and ground herself to him,
quietly moaning, "Xannnnnder...", then gasping as his tonguing sent flashes of heat-lightning through
her. She brought her hands up, tentatively at first, then quickly losing her inhibitions as she began to
knead her own breasts, heightening the pleasure he was giving her as she pressed fingers into her firm
breasts.
           Amazingly, Cordelia felt things building within her more rapidly than she had ever expected, and
found herself close to exploding under his enthusiastic treatment. Her natural inhibitions about losing
control, or appearing un-cool, had always kept her from letting go completely, but here, with him, the
slight but present danger of "being caught", all fueled her passion.
           She pulled him back off his knees and kissed him hard, moaning and grinding herself against
him, tasting her juices on his lips, becoming more excited by the moment.
           In spite of the desire almost overwhelming then, some small voice in the back of their mind
minds each sent the same emergency message to their conscious mind, such as it was, at the same time.
           Mayday! Mayday!
           They broke their kiss, looked into each other's eyes, amazed by the passion they saw, then said in
unison... "Condom."
           Xander's mind panicked for what must have been almost a full two-tenths of a second... far too
long in his opinion... Oh, god, where was he going to find a condom now, in this condition! Then
remembered that he was a teenage male... of course he knew where to get a condom!
           He started across the poorly-lit closet, stopped, came back to her, gave her a quick but intense
kiss, said, "Don't move!", and all but dived after his pants, fumbling for his wallet madly, and produced
the required object. In record time, he had opened the package and pulled the second skin over his
erection, losing surprisingly little time.
           Then they were back together, kissing madly as he tried to position himself for successful entry
while they were both standing up. After a few moments of fumbling, Cordelia realized that things were
not going to work like this, and she wanted them to work... NOW!
           She refused to lose the moment. Something had to be done. Again taking control of the
situation, she pushed some things off the top of the janitor's cart (that she was willing to touch anything
on a janitor's cart at all showed just how eager she was) and with her most seductive smile, slowly turned
her back on him and put her forearms on the newly-cleared surface, presenting him with a new
perspective on things.
           Xander's lust soared as Cordelia presented him with her marvelously-curved ass, and he stepped
up, carefully positioning himself behind her, and after just a moment or two of resistance, he found the
proper angle and slid into her welcoming pussy from behind.
           He was too far gone to react verbally, but Cordelia gave out a loud gasp as she felt herself filled
by him, and began to urge herself back rhythmically onto his stiff cock, letting go her inhibitions and
reveling in the sensation of their very mutual pleasure. Just a couple of strokes and Xander knew he was
going to lose it fast... like right now! He took hold of her hips and began to slide into her with peaking
enthusiasm. Cordelia surprised herself as she began to cry out loudly. For a moment he was afraid he
had somehow hurt her, but when she began to hunch and tremble with each new thrust, her nails
clutching ineffectually at the top of the cart, he realized she was climaxing.
           She cried out again, and in the state he was in, that was more than enough to push him over the
top. He pumped his load deep into her, trying to keep up just a few more strokes as he came, helping her
over the top once again as she shook and almost screamed with her orgasm....

           Buffy was walking back toward her locker to grab her pack when she heard the woman's scream
from behind the closed door. Gearing herself up for the unknown, she placed one hand on the knob.
           Easy, she told herself, don't walk into a trap. As silently as she could manage, she turned the knob and
pushed open the door just enough to see into the room beyond, when she was frozen by the sight which
greeted her.
           The room's occupants needed no help from Buffy, that was obvious. They were facing away
from the door, their naked forms moving in unison, completely engrossed in slaking their mutual lust,
completely unaware they were being observed.
           She stared for a moment before her mind registered what she was seeing. At first, it was just
some couple humping their brains out. Then the shock set in. Xander and Cordelia?!
           Cordelia gave one huge final cry of orgasmic triumph, and Buffy quickly but quietly closed the
door, giving the two their privacy.
           She just couldn't believe it! Xander and Cordelia? Doin' the nasty? In a janitor's closet? Xander
she could understand... he was a high-school guy... given the chance, he'd do it anywhere there was air.
But Miss Attitude? Buffy knew that they had some weird love-hate thing going, and that Willow had
actually surprised them at it once.
           Oh god... Willow! If she had freaked like that when she saw them kissing, she would go totally
postal if she caught them like this! Buffy had to find Willow and keep her well away from the minks in
heat, and she had to do it now!
           As she headed in search of her friend, Buffy couldn't help but replay what she had seen in her
mind. She hated to admit it even to herself, but she couldn't help but be a little turned-on by it.
