The halls of Sunnydale High were emptying suddenly, decisively, right at the ring of the bill, at 1:15 on a Friday afternoon. Willow, wearing a blue T-shirt and a short denim skirt, poked her head out from the library; she looked left, right, left again. When the last hurried student squeaked away into another corner of the school, she decided the moment was right. She ducked in, pulled the "FILING—Do Not Disturb" sign out, and set it down just outside the threshold. After checking again that no one had seen her unusual efforts, she stole back inside and breathed a sigh of relief. Freedom!
With Giles off at a faculty meeting, Xander sick at home, and the Buffster on one of her patrols, Willow had this whole place to herself, and she was going to have some fun with it. If anyone had noticed she was still around, or had seen her set out the Filing sign without Giles or any teacher around, they'd have probably scolded her, locked the door, and sent her back to study hall. But no one knew she was here. There was a kind of fresh, grinning excitement that the big, warm, comfy room had now. Willow felt that excitement when she walked inside and spun around in the central area, just smiling up at the quiet emptiness.
But after a moment, as quick as she could, she grabbed her book bag and darted up the steps toward the dark and cozy bookshelves in the rear.
Willow found one of the plush library chairs in the very back, tucked into a small, self-contained little corner. She sat down and unzipped the bag next to her. Inside were her books and folders and notebooks like normal, but in a special compartment she'd packed something for today, as soon as she knew she'd have some alone time: a copy of Maxim, which she'd stolen from Xander's room the week before, and a small pink vibrator. She looked up again, to make sure no one was in the library, and pulled them out of the bag.
On the cover of the magazine was a brunette girl smiling, leaning forward, her breasts just barely contained in a green swimsuit top. Her eyes were dazzling and happy, and her skin had that perfect, pure, delicious quality that models' skin often has. The lips that curved around those sweet, brilliant-white teeth were thin and pink, and Willow thought immediately how good it would be to feel those lips on her own lips, or on her tummy or her breasts, or on the lips of her vagina. And she could just lean back and let her hair down, spread apart her legs, and let this Maxim girl use her mouth for some good.
With her muscles already tensing and her pussy growing moist, Willow was surprised by how quickly she was moving toward sexual ecstasy. Without even opening the magazine! (And with what excited terror she'd been expecting to find a stain of Xander's on one of the pages—disgusting that there could be such a private bit of nastiness there, and sexy that they might share their separate little liquid marks over the same picture)! She fumbled to put everything in its place. She opened the Maxim and set it on the table next to her, not really caring which of the pictures was there. Willow set the vibrator back into her bag momentarily and stood up. She hiked her skirt up, felt for the waistband of her tiny black panties, and pulled the panties down to her knees. When she sat back down, keeping her skirt up, she put her bare bottom on the very edge of the seat. She grabbed her vibrator again and leaned far back. There it was: the image on the magazine cover, the girl with those cute eyes and teeth and lips, the luscious breasts.
She felt up her thighs, massaging the area around her vagina, and found she was even wetter than she'd thought. And her pussy was trembling and huge, and she could tell already that this had to be one of the best times masturbating that she would have recently. Willow turned on the vibrator, lowered it between her legs, and carefully pushed it up inside her. Oh my God! She sucked a breath of surprise and pleasure into her mouth,
Joy! It was pure joy! To do this at all, this glorious rite of flesh and movement, and to do it in such an exciting, forbidden place! She imagined the girl bending every which way, every edge of her naked body glistening in the light, every corner of her given some attention from eyes or fingertips or tongues. At first, the Maxim girl would get some of those caresses or kisses from someone else, and she'd giggle and moan and sway her body with pleasure; and then she would touch and lick in return, and it was Willow herself who was lying down and moaning with the Maxim girl on top of her... In and out, in and out the vibrator pulsed. She paused, slid it in slowly, luxuriously. And then, as she pulled it out, she squeezed her eyes shut and let her neck relax.
But her head bumped into something. Soft, like cotton. Willow could feel, even in that instant, the tiny rise and fall of a person's breath. Her eyes shot open, and she saw the upside-down figure of Buffy wearing a tight black shirt and green tennis shorts, arms crossed in front of her chest, lips pursed in delicate fury.
"Having fun?" Buffy asked, the pursed lips giving way to a sarcastic grin and her hands moving to her hips.