Part 5

Gracefully crawling onto the mattress, Buffy patted the area beside her.

Faith lagged behind, her confidence waning. Sure, they use to neck, during their few times alone, but usually one of Buffy's parents or Harry was somewhere nearby.

Without that ever-present danger, the youngster suspected they'd do more. She didn't know if she was ready. What if listening to the boys at school didn't teach her enough?  What if she wasn't any good ...or worse yet, what if Buffy just didn't like it?

The descriptions Faith had heard were crude, often downright disgusting. She faltered.

"Aren't we going to kiss?"

"Uhhh yeah,...You bet."

Resting one knee on the bed, Faith gazed at the pretty blond but made no other move.

"Faithy, is something wrong?"

"Nope. Everything's Jake." The dark-haired girl squelched down her uncertainty and joined her friend.

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Angel entered the house to find Harry pacing.

"Well?"

Stalling, he headed for the kitchen with the young man at his heels.

"Didn't you talk to her?" Harry asked impatiently. He glowered when Angel winced. "What's got into you? Thought we agreed. You were going to put a stop to it."

Shrugging, Angel filled the tea kettle.

"Hey!" Harry shoved his older brother, forcing Angel to face him. "I'm not too keen on Faith being out all night to hang around the cemetery; it's no good."

"This will be the last night."

Snorting in disgust, Harry made for the door. "Says you! I'm going to get her now."

"Oh no you won't." Angel caught him by the back of his collar, spinning him around. "Leave her be. It's not our place to meddle"

"Dry up! That's our sister," Harry sneered, trying to shake loose.

Sighing heavily, Angel let go. "Look, I know what I'm doing." Not meeting Harry's cold stare, he added, "Trust me; she'll be different tomorrow."

Harry sized him up before relenting. "If she isn't, I'm taking a crack at it... And then maybe one at you." The young man balled his fist, punching his other palm. "'Night"

Surprised by the threat, Angel watched with mixed feelings as his little brother headed to bed. Perhaps telling Harry the truth now would have been better.

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The kisses the two shared inflamed them both. Velvety-soft lips moving skillfully over the like. The girls had become breathless and dizzy with desire.

Hours passed, and Buffy felt as if she might explode. "Faith," the blond pushed gently at the brunette. "Let me up."

"Nahh.." Faith resisted, reluctant for the intoxicating experience to end. Delicately, she pressed the older girl back. "Shhh… not done yet, gorgeous."

Lowering her mouth to Buffy's, she nibbled lightly on the well kissed lips while running a hand up along Buffy's the inner thigh. "Jus' let me," Faith whispered, caressing under Buffy's nightgown. It wasn't long before she reached her goal.

Buffy gasped when Faith's fingers skimmed across her moistened panties.

The reaction only intrigued the brunette further.

"That's it, B," Faith breathed against her companion's neck, strumming her fingers faster over Buffy's heated sex. "Just lemme touch…I promise not to tell."

Gripping Faith tightly, Buffy could do little more than nod. She should be stopping her, but couldn't gather the will to do so. Faith's ardor alone was so arousing. Hearing the heavy breathing and groans of delight only increased Buffy's appetite for more.

"Mmm Faithy," the blond whimpered as the youngster's fingers slipped past the elastic of her underpants and under the thin cotton material.

Encountering a flood of wetness, Faith hesitated, slightly shocked. Should Buffy be completely soaked down there? Most of the info the teenager had was due to Xander's descriptions, but he hadn't been specific in that regard.

Buffy hissed her approval, unaware of what came next, but no longer interested in preventing it. As long it pleased Faith, she was game.

The second Faith's hand entered her panties they had rounded third base. There couldn't be too much further to go now and they'd be doing it. At least that's what Buffy believed.

And as the brunette stroked her, rubbing her clit and sliding her fingers between Buffy's lower lips, the little blond became more convinced that they should continue. They should go all the way. She loved Faith so offering herself to her made perfect sense.

Grasping Faith's shoulders, Buffy moved against the wonderful sensations. Her lack of experience left her little to compare with, but Buffy recognized Faith was good…very, very good.

"Ahhh yessss."

Listening to the moans of encouragement, Faith took the next step with the tenderest of touches.

"Oh my gosh!" Buffy's eyes momentarily widened. They were definitely going all the way. Gulping in some air, she held still as she stared at her companion. It hurt.

Faith gauged Buffy's reactions carefully, mindful to be gentle. When the little blond began to move again she gradually introduced another digit into Buffy's tight passage. Pumping slowly in and out, she allowed the blond to adjust before pulling her up into a sitting position. With Buffy straddling her lap, Faith gazed at her and grinned. She got to be Buffy's first.

Staring back in amazement, Buffy rocked her hips faster as her pain transformed into pleasure. Each thrust caused delicious friction. The palm brushing over her clitoris…fingers impaling her so intimately.

"Wanna see you," the brunette mumbled, removing her hand and fumbling to yank down the panties.

The tearing sound wasn't enough to dissuade either girl as Faith freed the blond from the remnants of her tiny white cotton panties. "Off..take this off too."

Obediently, the older girl lifted her arms and let her nightie be stripped away.

Completely nude, Buffy's cheeks reddened as Faith looked her over.

"Geez, you're the cat's pajamas, B." Eager to reassure, Faith tilted Buffy's chin so their eyes met. "Perfect, like I imagined."

Buffy smiled as Faith leaned forward to lock lips with her again. This time when Faith's fingers entered her there was no discomfort.

Moaning, she clasped the younger girl to her and focused on the talented hand cupping and caressing her sex. It felt incredible. Every ounce of tension left Buffy's limbs, and a syrupy warmth enveloped her.

"Mmmnnn Faithyyy," Buffy whispered, falling forward giddly. She rested her cheek on Faith's shoulder, laying weakly against her. Their lovemaking had reached its obvious climax.

Dimly, Buffy realized she should reciprocate and clumsily attempted to unbutton Faith's shirt.

"No."

Faith removed her fingers and eased the petite girl from her.

"But-"

"Next time."

Consenting wordlessly, Buffy allowed herself to be laid down. Her eyelashes fluttered and her breathing eventually slowed. She felt as if she were going to melt right through the sheets.

With a sigh, the blond reclined, trustingly closing her eyes. In her mind, she was forever Faith's girl now. She banished any thoughts of Harry from her brain, telling herself she'd make everything right tomorrow. For the moment it was her and Faith's happy time and nothing was going to intrude.

Gazing at the golden, toned body beneath her Faith sucked in a breath. Buffy was stunning. Even more so wearing this new look of satisfaction.

Curious, Faith raised her hand to her nose. They smelled sweet, still sticky with Buffy's juices. Before Faith could think twice about it, she licked her fingers.

Buffy peeked in time to catch her. "Faithy, no! You shouldn't do that." She slapped the brunette's hand away but not quick enough. Faith had gotten a taste.

"Sorry B," the brunette lied. She wasn't sorry. Soon after Buffy had fallen asleep, she placed the fingers in her mouth and sucked them, savoring the delectable flavor.

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Mrs. Summers climbed the stairs, mindful not disturb anyone. It was far too early to expect her daughter to be awake. Buffy liked to rise late on Saturdays.

Joyce's intention was simply to retrieve a dress for ironing. Buffy had a date with Harry in the evening.

Quietly, Mrs. Summers turned the knob. A small sneeze halted her. Doggone it, Joyce thought in irritation, Buffy must have slept with the window open again. Entering the room hastily, Mrs. Summers walked straight to the window and closed it.

Turning to chastise her daughter, the woman was caught entirely off guard. Reflexively she covered her mouth, stifling a cry of shock.

Sleeping without a stitch on was her daughter draped over Faith. What the two had been doing might have been debatable were Buffy's torn panties not resting near Joyce's feet. Bending, Mrs. Summers picked them up. The telltale blood stain left little else in question.

Horrified, she dropped the item and stepped from the room, closing the door.

Buffy yawned and stretched, casting her eyes around the room. She could have sworn she'd heard something. Must have been a false alarm she decided, tightening her arms around Faith. A lazy smile curled her lips as she nuzzled Faith's neck.

To be continued