In the days that followed the group geared up for a showdown with the mayor. This game of cat and mouse had been playing out for months now and the group were getting restless. Buffy roamed the streets of Sunnydale and interrogated vampires and demons alike about the Ascension, but few were able to give details. This caused the group to grow more wary as it was clear that the mayor's transformation had caused them to be terrified.
That was great news.
There was also much time to think about Willow's decision to leave to attend to a university elsewhere in the country. Long conversations with both Buffy and Xander meant that they were more informed about her decision. They didn't like it, but they understood. They were still kind of shocked, but supportive, so all was well. At the end of the day, she's Willow Rosenberg. A single child who knew a lot about magic, hacking computers, demon terminology, and the ills of spell casting. To those who loved her, she was a wonderful person. Any university or college would be lucky to have her. Still she was determined to help bring down the mayor and stop his Ascension.
It was Xander who realized that the day of the Ascension would coincide with graduation day. When the Mayor was announced as the keynote speaker for graduation, it became clear that the Ascension would occur at some point during the ceremony. Giles and Wesley determined that the most likely scenario was that the mayor would feed off the parents and students in attendance, fuelling his initial transformation. So, the gang continued to research for ways to take the mayor down while also prepping for a mayor event in their lives… the prom.
Not only did the prom provide a distraction but the group also had to deal with a former Sunnydale student named Tucker Wells who planned to unleash several trained hellhounds at the dance. This forced the group to take time out of researching the mayor and take care of the matter.
"You see right there," said Xander. "See, it's like he just realized he forgot to put money in the meter or something."
"You know the part that has me totally weirded me out by watching this? That thing had good taste. I mean look he chucks Xander and went right for the formal wear," said Cordelia said gesturing to the television they were watching. It was the security tape of the store where a hellhound had attacked.
"That's right," Xander replied annoyed at a dig from Cordelia. "He left behind his copy of Monsters Wear Daily. "Cordy, as always, your insight and your presence, will be ignored," he said glaring at his ex-girlfriend.
"You're really good at recognizing how that feels, aren't you?" she fired right back.
"Isn't there a mall you need to walk around and not buy anything because you're poor now?" Xander asked referring to her poor status.
"We have so much in common," she deadpanned.
"Enough please!" Giles told them not even bothering to look up from the book he was reading. He had long experienced many arguments and bickering rounds involving his teens and no doubt would experience many more.
"I'm serious," Cordelia exclaimed pointing at the tv again. "Look at the outfit that Xander's wearing. Now look at the kid that the monster went after. Very smooth lines, 'til he was shredded."
"Girl has got a point," Buffy said moving closer to the television to take a closer look and studying the demon in more detail.
"If I'm not mistaken, this is a hellhound," Wesley added coming stand alongside Mr Giles.
The Englishman nodded. "Yes," he confirmed handing Wesley a book and pointing to a passage in it. "It's particularly vicious. It's sort of a demon foot soldier bred during the Machash Wars. Trained solely to kill. They feed off the brains of their foes."
"Look!" said Cordelia pointing to something she has seen. "Right there, zoom in on that."
"It's a videotape!" Xander justified.
"So?" she asked, aloof as always "They do it on television all the time."
"Not with a regular VCR they don't," he replied.
"What's that?" Oz asked, speaking up for the first time. "Pause it."
"Guys!" Xander whined. "It's just a normal VCR. It doesn't... Oh wait, uh, it can do pause." Buffy's lip curled into a smirk. Her boyfriend often complained that modern technology was his enemy and that they were not to be trusted. Still the picture froze to show a young man outside April Fools holding some sort of device and watching the beast intently. "Hello, hellhound raiser," Xander said.
After a few minutes searching Oz identified the young man as Tucker Wells, a former Sunnydale High student. "Ooh!" Willow shouted from behind the computer. "I got into Tucker's e-mail account. Listen to this message Tucker sent to this kid David Metz at school last week. The Sunnydale High lemmings have no idea what awaits them. Their big night will be their last night."
"So," Giles said, connecting the dots in his head and out loud, "we have a threat against the students on their big night, a hellhound trained to attack people in formal wear..."
"Oh, are we all catching up now?" Cordelia asked.
"Tucker is planning to attack the prom tonight," Giles said. There was a moment as everyone in the room adjusted to that statement.
"Once again, the Hellmouth puts the special in special occasion," Oz said wryly.
"Why do I even buy tickets for these things, I ask you?" Xander grumbled.
"Wonder if I can take my dress back?" Willow said pouting. "One less event in high school to remember."
Buffy perked up upon hearing this. "Don't you dare," she said.
"But Tucker is going to…" Willow began to reply before a look that Buffy gave her silenced her.
"No!" said Buffy firmly. "You guys are going to have a prom. The kind of prom that everyone should have. I'm going to give you all a nice, fun, normal evening if I have to kill every single person on the face of the earth to do it."
Silence reigned in the library. Until, of course, Xander spoke up. "Yay?"
"Make not with the long faces," Buffy said, trying to sound upbeat. "I got the address. Now the prom starts in a little while. I want you guys to go on and I'll catch up with you as soon as I put a lid on this jerk."
"Alone? No way," Xander said, firmly.
"We can't just leave you, Buffy," Willow said.
"Buffy, they're right," Giles agreed softly, using that voice she recognized as the one he used to try and talk sense into her. "You need-"
"To see taillights as you hit the door!" Buffy told them cutting off her mentor. "I have everything under control." At seeing them still attempt a protest she gave them one last instruction. "Have," Buffy said, stressing every word. "A. Nice. Time." She stared at them all, daring them to talk her out of it. Maybe she wasn't going to have a nice prom, but they would. Despite their protesting looks, they did as she asked.
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An hour later, Buffy was at home, her weapons bag slung over one shoulder. Her prom dress hung on the back of her bedroom door, and she did her best to ignore it as she slid her favourite short sword into the bag. If there was time after killing the hellhounds and beating the tar out of Tucker, maybe she'd go to the prom. At least she could watch the others have the moment they all deserved. Blinking angrily at the tears in her eyes, Buffy sniffed and zipped up her bag. It was just the prom. She took the stairs two at a time, glad her mother wasn't home to ask her any questions that could lead to full-scale crying. It was getting dark. The prom would be starting soon. It was time to leave. With one last check to make sure she had the weapons she wanted, Buffy nodded and swung the front door open. She stared.
"Hi."
"Xander?" she said in disbelief.
"That's me!" he said nervously smoothing back his hair. "Um, you about to head out?"
"Yeah," she said quietly, trying not to stare at his tuxedo, at the way it made him look adult and intelligent. He looked rather dashing and handsome, and he was obviously stopping by to check up on her before heading off to go join the others at the prom. Her chest ached a bit.
"I was thinking about maybe we can join me?" he suggested.
"I can handle it, Xander go have a good time," she instructed him. "I will arrive later."
"Or maybe we can swing by Tucker's, do some slaying, then... and then after we can go to the prom," he pressed again.
"I can handle this Xander!" she said firmly.
"I know Buff it's just… I'm dating a slayer. I mean I am boyfriend so if that means that my girl has to go out go get a little messy and fight something nasty before putting on a dazzling dress and wowing everyone at the prom then I am going to be right by her side handing her a sword and holding her heels." He told her honestly. Her eyes were watering again. Xander reached his hand towards her, palm up. Without thinking, she curled her fingers into his. He tugged gently and pulled her across the threshold. God, he was solid. Solid and warm. "I'm sorry but this is kind of in the boyfriend rulebook here and I don't have much choice here." She let out a little laughter at that before looking back at him. "Buffy, will you go to the prom with me?" he blurted, the words nearly running together. The nervousness in his eyes made her smile. His hand held hers, and his eyes stared down at her with warm concern and compassion. After a few moments of silence, he added, "Please?"
"Xander," she whispered, blinking through the mist in her eyes. "You don't have to."
"Have to?" he almost laughed at her. "Buff, we're talking about dream-come-true territory here." She laughed slightly and said his name again. He reached up, and cupped her face in one hand, brushing his thumb across her cheek. "Come on. A little slaying and a little dancing. It'll be cathartic."
"Ca-what?"
"It'll help us blow off some steam," he explained to her.
She never said yes. She just threw her arms around his neck and hugged him for all she was worth. He hugged her back, and she was determined to do this much more often from then on. He was her boyfriend, and she was the slayer.
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They went to the address together, both a little nervous and both unable to keep from smiling. They had to take a few minutes while Xander ducked into Uncle's borrowed car to change clothes. He told Buffy it had been Willow's idea for him to show up in the tuxedo. Once again reminded how much of a help and influence the redhead had on her boyfriend. She didn't feel jealously just simple understanding and determination to fill that void.
The two quickly made their way to the address on the paper. It looked to be a fairly normal home, and it was simple for the two of them to get inside with some fancy jumping up through the second-floor window on Buffy's side and opening the front door for Xander. They found Tucker easily, cackling madly to himself as he expounded on the grandness of his plan to his snarling hellhounds, locked in large cages. Buffy wasted no time, not wanting to bother with banter when there was the prom to go to. She clocked him before he even knew they were there, and he was out cold. Her gathered weapons were useful in slaying the hellhounds, which felt slightly like killing someone's untrained pets. The hellhounds couldn't do much to defend themselves, locked in their cages as they were, but neither she nor Xander was about to let them loose. They were demons, and not exactly friendly demons, so they were slain.
Afterwards it was like time suddenly sped up. Buffy and Xander raced back to the car then raced back to her place, and Buffy nearly flew up the stairs while Xander changed back into his tuxedo in her downstairs bathroom. Nearly twenty minutes later, Buffy came nervously down the stairs to find Xander Harris waiting for her in his perfect tuxedo. "You're beautiful," he told her, with so much awed sincerity that she couldn't even look at him. She took his hand when he offered it and let herself be drawn closer to him.
"Did you make yourself taller?" she wondered as she stared up at him.
"No," he grinned. "Maybe you made yourself shorter."
"I never realized..."
"I slouch," he said with a teasing kind of laughter in his eyes. Buffy hugged him again, then, and thanked him for being there for her. He gave her a corsage when they went out to the car, his fingers fumbling nervously as he attempted to pin it on her. When it slipped from his fingers and into a muddy puddle at the side of the road, they both just laughed and figured corsages were more trouble than they were worth. On the way there they talked about the kung-fu movie they'd seen at Willow's one night almost a year ago, still laughing at jokes they'd made at the movie's expense. It was easy conversation, relaxing and carefree.
Arriving there she saw many different couples and social groups. The lust spell certainly had opened some people's opinions and eyes. There were different couplings that might have never occurred without the event of the lust spell. People seemed freer and more open to express themselves. As did Xander and Buffy with their first dance of the evening was a slow one she was pretty sure was important to him to dance with her. This was after all one of the last social events on the high school calendar. College was just around the corner but right now they were still teenagers for another night. High school had been a wild experience that had provided challenges both natural and supernatural for both of them. He wasn't the same boy skating to school, and she wasn't the same girl starting a new school. They had faced everything that the hellmouth and growing up had thrown at them and grown closer. Buffy let herself be held closely in his arms as they swayed to the music, her head against his chest, resting beneath his chin. She could hear his heart beating throughout the entire song, and let its rhythm guide her rather than the song's tempo. It was romantic, but it didn't have that heavy feeling of overwhelming importance that everything she'd done with Angel had. This was light. This was just easy. She was with her best friend, who loved her just as much as anyone or anything he'd ever known. Anything else past that was icing on the cake.
Very good icing.
For a while, she danced with Xander. A few slow songs were followed by a few fast ones, and they laughed as Xander made a complete fool of himself jitterbugging across the gym floor. Despite growing slightly more serious and focused lately Xander was still Xander able to create a whole new style of dance. He was her boyfriend and she had to take him whole.
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Huffing, Faith blew a strand of hair out of her face while she waited. It had been annoying her for some time. Most of her hair was done up in some kind of complicated twisty-bun thing. It was definitely not her style, but at least it kept most of her hair out of her face. Most, but not all. A single lock seemed purposefully free, and harassed her as she worked, constantly dropping in front of her eyes.
She glanced around Principal Synder's office as the sounds of the Prom occurred in the background as she waited for the man to appear. It was neat, tidy, orderly and everything she would have expected from such a man. She had already been here a few times and suspected that the man couldn't even in this room without recalling such memories. She grinned enjoying the idea that she had tainted such an establishment. Faith felt a flush of heat at the thought of the now famous night of lust spell with the principal. Her nipples ached deliciously; remembering the sweet torture the older man had put them through. That's how she'd gotten into this mess… well at least this mess with the principal.
Now she was dressed in sexy top that clung to her body, with an underwear set that pushed up her boobs, a leather skirt that was so short it showed off the curve of her ass and a pair of glasses that made her look fucking ridiculous. Or fucking hot. She was beyond the ability to judge. The sound of footsteps that only her slayer senses could pick up perked her up. She assumed a pose on his desk and waited for him to appear. The jingle of keys signalled he was closer, and the principal opened the door only to find see Faith dressed like a fevered wet dream inside his office. He furiously shut the door quickly. "What are you doing here?!" He hissed at her.
"Just keeping the office running while you attended the prom Mr Principal," she said in an innocent tone. As she pretended to read a file while chewing the pen in her mouth while enjoying seeing the older man was gripping the door almost in shock and disbelief that what was before him was even real. She was finding that the feeling of seeing his reaction to her outfit served only to heighten the incredible arousal that seemed hardwired into her. "How is the party?"
"Celebrating the mass grouping of a bunch of hormonal time bombs that occurs on school grounds and that is way past the school bell being rung. It is a horror show," he muttered. "I even had pay for overtime."
"Aww how criminal," she complained before practicing her acting. "Oppps," she faked cried out as she knocked over a jar of pens spilling onto the floor. She knowingly bent over at the hips, presenting her ass for the older man as she picked them up. He focused on her athletic legs, curves and bare skin. Her heels were only highlighting the sexiness. They were more like boots, really, made of shiny black leather and trailing up to mid-thigh they were held tightly on by leather cords that showed off her smooth white skin beneath it.
Synder gulped as he stepped away from the door still eyeing the girl who placed now full jar back on the table. She smiled as she gestured for him to take a seat behind his desk which he did. He was flustered when she came over with some papers. "Just need you to sign these for my boss," she commented while bending over and presenting a nice view of her cleavage.
He had come over to his office to able to take a break from those meddlesome kids and hadn't expected to casually observe the raven-haired beauty that haunted his dreams recently. The older man nodded at her before studying the papers in a little more details. "A little costly isn't it for a simple graduation ceremony? Half of this apes will be pumping gas for the rest of their lives."
Faith shrugged. "The mayor says that over the years so many plans have been ruined by Slayers, countless demonic risings wrecked, numerous apocalypses averted and that he is so close he doesn't want his own ascension to go the same way. But he wants only but the best for the ceremony. He says that and I quote 'After nearly two hundred years of preparation, it would be a shame if it wasn't looking spiffing'. So that means you must spend a little to get that kind of quality," Faith explained to him.
"I guess I will just cut the library budget," he mused. "Having seen some of the books that is available in there it's obviously too much."
"Sign this one as well," Faith told him, and he did so allow her to put them away in an envelope before putting them to one side. She then turned back to the principal and gave him a smile that was so inviting. Snyder's façade of power was thin at best. It took very little to unsettle him or make him squirm. He all but lunged forward grabbing her and kissing her mouth. His eager hands roamed her body and she let him as she wrapped her leg around him and matching his kisses. His tongue was being sucked by an expect and her nails dug into his neck.
Snyder had gripped her arm, twisting her round and positioning her against one of the bookshelves. She reached forward, leaning on the books, pushing their spines in until they hit the wooden back of the shelf. Behind her the High School Principal was lifting her skirt up with one hand, letting it drop down over the other as he used it to guide his cock to her ass crack, pressing it between the two mounds and rubbing her rosebud with his member. "Oh, yes," the brunette moaned in anticipation, wiggling her butt, "I want you to fuck me, I've missed that your cock so much."
"I'm going to so enjoy this," Snyder snarled in her ear, leaning forward against her and pushing his cock at the hole. The rosebud fell away as his huge manhood tore and it and he grunted with exertion as he pushed the thick rod into the tight teen tush. "Oh yes!" he breathed.
"Oh god! Ohh!" Faith moaned, her body arching as she felt her ass walls expanding delightfully. She pressed her face at the shelf, ignoring the way it dug into her face, not caring about the dry smell of musty books. All that mattered was taking Snyder's dick deep. "Oh, give it me Principal Snyder!"
Snyder grunted once again, one hand gripping her waist as another grab the shelf beside her hand. He pressed forward, driving the dick deeper into her. Faith shuddered and raised her ass, meeting his thrust with one of her own. Snyder's fingers squeezed her waist tighter, "You feel so tight!"
"Mmmm, I want it all the way in! Give it to me!" She urged him huskily. Snyder pounded forward, thrusting hard and opening her tunnel. Soon the teen Slayer could feel his chest slapping at her back as he went all the way in. He grunted and slammed, the books rocking and shuddering and the only the fact the shelf was fixed the floor stopping it tumbling. Behind her Snyder pounded harder, a hand moving to her front to squeeze a breast through her top, his fingers digging deep through the material and lacy bra, stabbing it to her firm, flesh. The teen squealed and rocked, moving with him, enticing him to move faster and harder with her shudders and shrieks. She reached behind him gripping his head keeping him close to her head and neck.
"Yes! Cum for me, tell me what you want," Snyder grunted in her ear as he banged against her.
"Argh, you're going to make me cum so hard!" Faith yelled. The pain and pleasure were firing sparks in her head, and she couldn't tell which was which. "I want more! Fuck! I want it!" the teen screamed. Her fingers scrabbling at the shelf, trying to grip it. Snyder grunted and sped up sending the brunette into a constant maelstrom of sexual bliss. He gripped her harder, tit and waist, his dick thudding deep. She was unable to think or control herself, just a bundle of muscles held together by quivering flesh, her whole life an orgasm. Sweat poured from her, so much she could taste the salt, her clothes clinging to her perspiring body like limpets. Snyder still in his suit top and tie with his pants around his ankles must have been even worse, but he was letting that stop him from vigorously banging her ass like it was a race.
"You are such good slut!" He panted in her ear as he gave her his full length repeatedly, at speed and deep. "A dirty little whore!"
"Your dirty little whore!" she quipped as she bucked with pleasure she shuddered and slammed herself back on his cock like she was on a suicide mission. A moment later she gasped and came hard feeling her body scream in delight and it felt she was a fire. Within seconds he came too pumping cum into the butt, the gooey liquid stinging and soothing as it leaked over the battered and gaped walls. Faith sighed with pleasure, as she felt it slide down her butt, dripping out and down her legs. She remained in position for a few minutes, letting it glide out, before forcing herself to stand upright.
Snyder had tried to take advantage of the brief gap to pull up his pants, but he had tripped and fallen back in his seat as Faith turned back to face him. "Principal Snyder, that was totally wicked," Faith cooed as she grabbed a tissue from his desk cleaning her ass. "I came so much, not bad for an old man!"
"That was… very unexpected!" Synder let out as he tried to regain his breath. Faith grinned at the man who looked like he had run a marathon. She came over and sat on his lap almost purring on to his touch as his hands went to her smooth legs. She leaned down and gave him a long, deep kiss enjoying the taste of him. She reached down and opened one of the cupboards causing him to break off the kiss to look inside the cupboard. She produced his hidden bottle of Scotch that he kept special occasions. Clearly, she had done some snooping.
The girl took a big swig from the bottle wincing slightly as the alcohol burnt her mouth before presenting it to her lover. "Your turn," she teased him.
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She felt great. This was her prom as she'd always imagined it could be.
Well, a little different from how she imagined it could be. Willow had, for many years, dreamed that one day she would go to the prom with Xander as her date. In her childhood fantasies, she was always there with her bevy of smart and loyal friends, each of whom would understand and appreciate her for the person she was. And truthfully, in all her imagining, she'd never come up with the idea that she would at a prom that featured so much openness and respect between couples. There were boy and boy couples, girl and girl couples and a wide range of other couples.
Chris Epps a long-time classmate and friend had been a good date. Charming, good looking, nice and understanding that this was a purely one-time thing. She had a nice time at a big event knowing that her life was going to be so much better as High School ended. Yes, there was the ongoing threat that of a Godzilla-Mayor'd eat them all before High School ended, but it was nice to take a night off. They were all standing off to one side of the dance floor, where almost everyone had gathered while the winners of the awards were announced. They were silly, really, the "most likely to succeed" awards, but Willow had to admit a kind of geeky glee in waiting to hear the winners.
Buffy and Xander were there very much a couple exchanging kisses and whispers. When they first got together Willow couldn't help but be wary of such a development almost unsure if Buffy truly had feelings for her oldest friend. But seeing them together all loved up proved her wrong. She had offered polite greetings and compliments to both Cordelia and Oz pleased with the maturity she displayed in the encounter.
The award ceremony was kind of boring, for the most part. Only one of them won anything, even though truth be told Willow kinda thought she deserved 'Most likely to succeed' and Xander should have been a shoo-in for 'Class Clown.' The only one of them to actually win something was Cordelia, who snapped up the 'most popular' award, the 'best smile' award, and, to Willow's never-ending incredulity, the 'most friendly' award. Cordelia accepted them all with grateful smiles and very practiced sounding speeches. The hellmouth worked in strange ways sometimes.
It was then that they noticed the announcer had given the microphone away. One of the most unlikely couples Jonathon and Harmony stood on front of it with the boy clearing his throat nervously before speaking into it. "Uh, we have one more award to give out," he said, and a slight buzzing kind of excitement filled the room. Buffy looked up, arms still around Xander, slightly curious. Jonathon continued. "Is Buffy Summers here tonight?" he asked. Willow turned and smiled at her friend who looked a little shy and confused at her name being mentioned. "This is actually, um, a new category. First time ever," Harmony spoke up. "I guess there were a lot of write-in ballots, and we, the prom committee decided to be extra generous this year!" Harmony said brightly causing a few like Cordelia, Willow and Buffy to roll their eyes at the blonde's clear aim to be applauded for such a gesture.
She stepped back and allowed Jonathon who held out a small index card and recited. "We're not good friends. Most of us never found the time to get to know you, but that doesn't mean we haven't noticed you. We don't talk about it much, but it's no secret that Sunnydale High isn't really like other high schools. A lot of weird stuff happens here."
Someone in the back yelled, "Zombies!"
Another called, "Hyena people!" and Xander started to cough loudly as he choked in surprise. Buffy nudged him to quieten down wanting not to miss anything in the speech.
A call of, "Snyder!" was followed by jovial laughter throughout the room. Willow laughed a little at that before looking around. Where was their principal right now?
Jonathon continued. "But whenever there was a problem or something creepy happened, you seemed to show up and stop it." Buffy stared up at the stage, blinking dumbly as the words seemed to pass through her. "Most of the people here have been saved by you or helped by you at one time or another. We're proud to say that the Class of ninety-nine has the lowest mortality rate of any graduating class in Sunnydale history!" He paused as the crowd began to applaud wildly. "And we know at least part of that is because of you. So, the senior class offers its thanks, and, gives you, uh..." To his right Harmony smiled her best model-smile, doing her best Vanna White impression as she held up dramatically a miniature umbrella, glittering with multi-coloured sparkles for all to see. "It's from all of us here, and it has written here, 'Buffy Summers: Class Protector."
In a complete daze, Buffy felt Xander's hand on her back, pushing her towards the stage. She looked back at him, at her friends, a look of complete astonishment on her face. Xander, still coughing slightly, just shrugged at her. Willow beamed, Giles looked proud, and Oz nodded. Cordelia, of course, scowled, but it was obviously hard for her to do, and after a few moments it turned into a kind of reluctant half-smile. She even clapped a little. The crowd was hooting and clapping, whistling and calling her name. Buffy climbed the steps, trying not to cry as she approached Jonathon and Harmony. The fellow blonde handed her the tiny parasol, and she stared at it in utter shock. Buffy grinned with mild embarrassment and mouthed "Thank you" to the crowd a few times before waving shyly and getting back down. Backslaps, handshakes, and a few hearty hugs waylaid her on her trip back to the others, and when she finally arrived, she knew without a doubt that the evening had become the Perfect High School Moment for Buffy Summers.
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Xander was very nervous. Oh man was he ever nervous. So, when he smiled at herself in the mirror in his car it was a very nervous smile, because Xander Harris was very, very nervous.
"Xand! You can stay calm you know," Buffy told him from the passenger side glancing at her boyfriend. "This isn't about to kill you."
He wasn't sure that he agreed with her on that. He felt that he was about to have a heart attack inside his chest as he drove them to their destination. This was stupid. Why had he agreed to it? Because he wanted to make her happy? Because she told them this would make them both happy? Because Buffy had suggested it to them and seemed to know what she was talking about. What she was suggesting was heading into the ultimate fantasy territory he should really be jumping for joy and rubbing his hands with glee. But it had been his experience that with fantasy comes the crushing disappointment otherwise known as reality. Then again, a glance at the blonde beauty by his side suggested that fantasy and reality could go hand in hand. So maybe it was worth keeping an open mind.
He pulled up to the building coming up to the carpark noting that there were several cars here. "And you are sure that this… kind of event is happening is happening?" he asked her not for the first time this night.
"For the last time Xander yes!" she groaned at him. "I told you when I was reading minds, I picked up on some students like Devon coming up with plans for such an event. Trust me people at school are chopping at the bit to have a kind of gathering. They have just been itching at trying to come up with an excuse and location for it."
"How did Devon convince the owner?" Xander enquired as he parked.
Buffy snorted. "You mean Devon's uncle? Well, he could have either have begged him in the same way he begged to his band performing. But more likely he probably just threatened to tell authorities about seeing what the man got up to with a bunch of underage girls." Off Xander's confused look she continued. "The owner aka Devon's uncle was there during the lust spell." At Xander's disgusted look she looked annoyed. "No, I didn't go near him that night! Nothing happened."
"Okay! Okay!" Xander exclaimed turning off the engine. Proudly, she pulled his hand in her lap, cradling it between her own. She knew he had doubts and nerves so did she truth be told. Last time she was under the influence of a magic spell today she was herself. But she had experimented and then some during the lust spell (and then some). She very much wanted to experience that side of herself again so when she mind read a few weeks ago of what Devon had been planning so knew she and Xander had to join in. Her boyfriend Xander had been a little tricky to convince but Buffy knew she was suggesting was his go-to masturbatory fantasy for most of his High School years. In the end he was a guy, and he could only hold out so long.
As he explained to her it was still difficult for him to wrap his head around the fact that A) Buffy Summers was his girlfriend, B) Buffy Summers wanted sex just as much as he did and in even more ways than he did and C) that Buffy Summers thought the idea of her having sex with other girls in front of him was just as sexy as he thought the idea was. She assured him that she couldn't shock him as she had been in his mind for hours and that she loved him no matter what they would do. She just wanted to experience this with him. So, he decided to trust her on this.
They approached the front of the Bronze and couldn't help but smirk at the 'closed due to maintenance' sign on the front of it. Buffy knocked on the door and it opened slightly. "What's the password?" a man hissed at them.
"Dingoes Ate My Baby rocks," Buffy stated and Xander looked at her in confusion. She shrugged while rolling her eyes. The door opened and the couple stepped inside. For Buffy it was like a repeat. The Bronze was once again hosting a scene of orgy just like when there was the lust spell. It might have fallen short of reaching the out of control and wild level that that event had reached but still all those involved were giving it a good go. There were mats, blankets, covers and towels off making it a more comfortable affair and giving some areas of privacy. All those were involved were currently enjoying themselves. Members of the High School's resident cheerleading squad were here as several of the Sunnydale Razorbacks. Hell even a few members of the science team, debate squad and just regular high schoolers.
She bit her lip trying to hold back laughter at Xander's slack jawed staring. She leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek to alert him. "Come on hormone boy," she whispered and lead him by the hand past several other couples who were making out, groping and getting it on.
A girl stepped out from behind a blanket which had been hung up to create some privacy. It was Amber Grove, envied cheerleader and Buffy's one time romance partner. "Buffy!" she said excitedly at the girl she was dressed fairly casually like they were having all changed out of their prom wear. "You came!" before she noticed Xander standing behind Buffy. "And look what you brought!"
Xander smiled politely. "And what did you bring?" he asked thinly. Amber just smiled back sticking back inside her little area and then handed Xander a bowl full of condoms. He couldn't help but be stunned at the amount there was in the bowl mouthing 'wow' to Buffy. She grinned and him and shook her head stepping inside pulling him along the way. Amber pushed the blanket back to cover them and they seem to have a couch and a few cushions.
"I was kind of hoping to see you again," Amber said to Buffy a little shy but still full of energy.
"I'm kind of a package deal now Amber," Buffy said firmly taking Xander's hand, so he didn't feel left out as they sat down on the couch. The young man set down the condoms on the ground next to them.
"And that's cool I understand that's great for you both… just I thought we could have some fun," Amber said to them biting her lip a little. The air was thick in the room. Xander's mind was racing at the possibilities of what might occur while the two women eyed each other. "What would you like me to do?" Amber asked them eager to go to the next level.
"Strip," Buffy commanded as she moved to sit on Xander's lap getting comfy as she looked at Amber. He nuzzled the side of her neck for a second as her hand rose to caress his face. Amber knew she was beautiful and that they wanted her. Calculated seduction was the order of the day. She undid one button at a time on her baseball jersey, never taking her eyes off the lovers. When she reached the last one, she turned around before the garment fell open. Shrugging, the jersey fell to the floor, exposing her perfect figure, sleek and to die for.
"I love her hair," Buffy thought out loud with Xander's arms around her. "She has great skin tone." The blonde hummed softly when Xander slipped his hand inside her jeans, massaging her sex with the palm of his hand over her panties. She always liked it when he got more confident. "Your cock is so hard right now," Buffy cooed at Xander while sitting on his lap.
Xander chuckled and drew back. "What do you expect when you're sitting your sweet little ass on him?" He was getting into this now. Seeing Buffy get turned on, the stunning girl before him, the setting, the mood, the atmosphere it was all getting to him. This was all so unlike them. Unlike Xander. Unlike Buffy. No one in a million years would have ever imagined they would ever act like this. Where once he dreamed of performing a guitar solo on stage to dazzle Buffy, he had to admit to this dream was way better. Only Buffy grinding her ass against him reminded him it wasn't a dream.
Buffy smiled. "I expect you to get hard the minute I walk in the room," she smirked arrogantly while admiring the girl before her. Amber could hear their whispering behind her back. She heard an 'I love you' and a 'you make me so fucking hard'. She could hear them kissing, and the sound went straight to her nipples, causing them to harden immediately. Her jeans were the next to go as she unbuttoned them, giving a little wiggle until they fell off her hips, now pooling down at her bare feet. She felt their eyes on her black thong panties.
Drinking Amber in with her eyes, Buffy could feel her pussy become wetter and more needy by the second. She clenched hard when Xander strummed her clit above her jeans. "You know you want," Xander whispered in her ear. "Go I don't mind." He assured her.
She couldn't help but take off her tank top revealing her bare skin and bra. Standing up she unbutton her jeans and pull them off her. Amber's eyes lit up at the blonde before her. She felt her mouth go a little dry as Buffy stepped towards her before the blonde closed the space between them in a heartbeat kissing the other girl. She traced the outline of Amber's mouth with her tongue and deepened the kiss when her lips parted, and her tongue met her. Aching and longing rushed through both of them as Xander watched on, entranced by how at ease they were with this intimate act. Everything sped up and whirled around as Buffy and Amber kissed deeply, recreating the heat that they shared during the lust spell. Hands groped curves, caressed skin and touched each other as they enjoyed each other's body.
Xander watched as the pair undid their bras kissing opened and hungrily. He can't lie and act as if he hasn't wanted to watch this. Every man alive does. He surely never thought he would be in this position, with two of the most beautiful, sexy women he's ever known. He didn't think he could see anything sexier than seeing Buffy kiss another woman. It was beyond sexy. It was beyond reality. It was so anti hellmouth in how amazing it was awesome it was.
The blanket was moved and on seeing another person enter Xander couldn't help jumping up in fright still a little panicked. The other person was Rhonda Kelley, fellow student at Sunnydale High School and one of the members of a group of bullies who like him became trans-possessed in a Primal ritual. She was also a strict vegan after the while hyena possession ordeal. She was topless and only wearing panties. She smirked at the two girls who hadn't stopped despite her arrival before turning to Xander grabbing the boy and kissing him.
Xander's shock skyrocketed but then lust took over and he couldn't help but match the girl's enthusiasm. His own girlfriend was making out with a girl next to him anyway. Rhonda's arms went around his neck, claiming him as she tasted him while his own wound up in her short hair caressing it. Buffy broke off kissing Amber as the girl attacked her neck to see Xander making out with Rhonda Instead of jealous feelings, she didn't even fight back the warm feeling of seeing Xander's strong hands run over Rhonda's slender body. Instead she enjoyed seeing her boyfriend devour the sultry short haired girl. Amber held Buffy's ass in a tight grip, squeezing and moaning into the Slayer's neck. Her leg slipped between Buffy's, now rubbing against her panties covered sex, humping her ever so slowly. She felt Buffy shudder as they used their legs to get each other off. The slayer it seemed had enough pushing Amber onto some cushions and moving down to come to knees. She slowly pulled Amber's panties off, revealing the bare treasure of her sex. Wet, puffy lips protruding ever so slightly, causing Buffy to groan from the sight and aroma. Buffy knew she wanted her in the worst way. "You hungry?" the cheerleader asked her as her hand skimmed down her cleavage and in-between her thighs. Now she was playing with her pussy, rubbing up and down while staring in Buffy's eyes.
Buffy grabbed Amber's ankles and hiked them up in the air, then slowly spread her legs are far apart as she could, revealing everything. "Why? You got something for me to eat?" She looked toward her love, enjoying the desire in his eyes as she took off her own panties. Amber's gaze fell, noticing the light blonde curls surrounding Buffy's sex. The lips peeking out looked slick with juices and Amber's mouth watered. "Like what you see?" Buffy asked her only to find the other girl glance behind Buffy and smirk. Buffy turned to see Xander and Rhonda frantically pushing off his clothes in need and desire. With his clothes and her panties off their lips came together like two freight trains colliding. Rhonda's hands moved swiftly to Xander's face, holding him to her. In a second, she opened her mouth, allowing his tongue to slip by her lips and explore on his own while he gripped and stroked her ass rubbing her against his hard cock.
The heat and passion were positively intoxicating Buffy considered as she watched appreciating the sight. Their kiss looked amazing, so long and wet and hot that they barely could take it. "Remember condoms sweetie," she called out startling both Rhonda and Xander. "We don't want any accidents."
At her instruction the pair moved to the couch with Xander sitting down grabbing a condom his cock stood hard and proud, erect and already throbbing. and Rhonda straddling him. the pair cursed at the time lost as they slipped on a condom around Xander. Finally, Rhonda gripped his condom erection again. She positioned herself and slowly let him in. She stopped mid-way and took a breath before continuing her descent. Once he was completely inside her, she grabbed onto his shoulders and moved her mouth to his ear. "Fuck me like I am one of your pack!" she whispered reaching behind him and running her nails across his back as he grabbed her ass and squeezed in a rhythmic motion. Xander actually growled as he recalled being under the influence of the hyena pushing her up before slamming her back down onto his cock. He pushed her back slightly so he could take one of her nipples into his mouth as she bucked and moaned gripping the back of his head as they fucked each other.
Buffy smiled at seeing her boyfriend have some fun. Turning back to Amber she settled between the other girl's legs again. She caressed the girl's trembling thighs, then slid her thumbs into the soft, tight pussy cleft and gently peeled her open. She pulled wider and wider, opening Amber up like a flower, displaying the gleaming pink flesh inside, the hard little hooded clit. Buffy leaned in further and kissed the downy hair softly, inhaling her musk deeply, and then sucking at the soft flesh of her inner thighs. Amber closed her eyes enjoying the sensations as she could feel each movement of Buffy's lips and tongue in excruciating detail and her sex was now begging for contact. She was gasping and moaning, unable to move and not wanting to. Finally, Buffy slid her tongue over Amber's-soaked outer lips and began to lick them very softly.
Xander made the mistake of looking up from Rhonda to Buffy's head rock back and forth between Amber's thighs as she was eaten out by Buffy. He noticed that Buffy's own hand had made its way to her own pussy pleasing herself as licked Amber's pussy. The sight was startling to say the least. A woman, laying on some random oversized pillows while his girlfriend lay between her legs, pleasuring her with her lips and tongue. The vision before him looked like a dream, and yet reality set before him. Any control he thought he had disappeared as he let his instincts and desires. All he could do was grip Rhonda's hips hard as he thrusted into her as hard as possible, fucking her wildly as the girl cried out for more. Xander gripped Rhonda ass as she bounced hard on her, concentrating on her orgasm, twisting her hips, lifting herself up slowly, fucking down fast. She took shorter strokes now, not wanting this unbelievably full feeling to end. Together, they rocked violently against each other Xander slammed her up and down on his cock, loving how hot and wet she was, how tight she felt wrapped around him. Ever since the hyena incident she recalled the feelings and thoughts of the hyena procession and seeing Xander of all people as her leader. She couldn't help but be drawn to him and feel honoured that he was claiming her.
Next to them Buffy moved ever closer between Amber's legs beginning to slip her tongue deep into the girl's heated channel, lapping at her juices with unrestrained delight. Each time her tongue entered Amber, the heat in her pussy increased and the orgasm that was building got stronger. The cheerleader held herself absolutely still, concentrating on the heat and the touches. Buffy's thrusting tongue kept driving in as Amber began to moan louder as the orgasm got closer and closer. "Deeper... please," Amber began to mutter. "Lick harder. Don't stop! Don't stop Buffy! Don't stop!"
Across from them a warm tingling spread throughout Rhonda's entire body as she violently spasmed around him. The contractions gripped Xander as he continued pumping and her constant low moaning soon sent him over the edge. He came grunting, spilling into her in hard spurts as she finished her own climax. Amber closed her eyes as the first waves started to grip her pussy as she lay fully exposed completely at Buffy's mercy, on the very brink of orgasm. She felt Buffy move slightly and the blonde's soft lips closed around the tiny nub of Amber's erect clit, and she began to suck. The pressure sent a shock wave of pleasure through the taller girl's body, and as her tongue contacted the little button of flesh, Amber screamed her voice full of pleasure. As his own orgasm died down and he soften within her Xander pulled out and tied off the condom tossing in some small bin he saw. Rhonda still clung to him tightly with her head buried in his neck so Xander's arms went loose around her body. Another low moan escaped her throat before she spoke up. "Heidi is here," she purred to him referring to their other pack member.
Xander's jaw clenched looking at Rhonda in the eye at what she was proposing. There was a little bit of the hyena inside him, a small, tiny shred of it that roared into life. "Buff," he said causing his girlfriend to look his way her lips all shiny with Amber's juices. "I will be back later." He told her looking at Rhonda causing Buffy to smirk.
"Have fun honey," she offered him as she watched him and Rhonda stand up, grabbing a handful of condoms and leaving their little love nest. Amber stretched sensually next to the slayer grabbing her attention. "Now I am all yours," Buffy purred at the other girl who purred back pulling the blonde up to become level with her pushing the smaller girl on her back. The girls scissored their legs, so their pussies were rubbing each other's thighs as they began to kiss each other deeply again. The sounds and the smell around them reeked of one big forbidden act, something frowned upon by society. But their bodies just wanted more. "You had better make the most of this opportunity," Buffy teased between kisses. "You may never get the chance again."
"When I'm done with you. You're going to be crying out my name," Amber promised smiling at Buffy, moving up her body, running her hands slowly over her breasts, rubbing the warm, yielding flesh. As her fingers moved down her belly to her pussy again, Buffy groaned, slowly getting used to someone touch other than Xander's on her sex. Buffy's breath rasped in her throat and her heart hammered as Amber played with her body. Amber kissed her starting with her mouth, but moving to her cheeks, ears, and neck. Each kiss sent a shiver down her spine and Buffy just let go, enjoying the sensation she is sure to come. Amber kissed her way further down, finally stopping at her erect nipples. Her soft lips circled the aureole, and she sucked as her tongue swirled around the hard nubs. Buffy cried out, her pussy spasming excitedly at the contact. She continued to suck, moving from one breast to the other until Buffy couldn't stand it anymore. Enjoying seeing the blonde squirm Amber started to kiss her way further down, stopping at her navel to run her tongue around the tight little depression before moving down to Buffy's pussy. In that moment Buffy couldn't feel a thing any more except for the spreading heat in her pussy, and Amber's tongue. She let out a long groan her mouth wide open as she sank back in the pillows while Amber tortured her.
This was one hell of a post prom party.