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Willow was whistling as she came home, thinking about how well she'd done on her last test. She threw her books down on a chair and spotted the mail on the dining table. But it was just a bunch of bills and advertising, nothing for her

"Mom?" she called, but there was no answer. “Dad?”

The apartment was silent except for Willow's renewed whistling. The summer heat was starting to creep up her lovely young body, and Willow felt herself starting to sweat, so she went to turn on the air conditioning. She turned and headed for the bedroom, and her whistling came to an abrupt halt. 

She spotted what looked like one of Cordelia’s skimpy tops on the floor and wondered what had happened. Surely Cordelia wouldn’t be caught dead sneaking into someone’s house and stripping naked. She wasn’t the type of girl who did house calls.

But if Xander had dragged her along.

"Xand!" she called out, but still no answer. The whole thing puzzled her. Her whistling resumed as she made her way into the bedroom. It was so hot, and she wanted to get out of the jumper she was wearing, maybe even go for a swim. Her hand found the doorknob to her roam, and she opened it. And froze.

She couldn’t believe her eyes no matter how long they focused on the naked bodies of her boyfriend and herself. Still standing at the doorway, she watched the two lovers sleep. Examining their sweaty bodies, her eyes saw Xander's large hands covering her doppelganger's luscious mound, his arm resting between her thighs, and, oddly enough, it seemed as it his arm belonged there. 

Then her eyes ran over Xander's masculine body, down his hairy belly and finally on his resting cock, which hung close to Vicki's smiling but sleeping mouth. Willow thought she was dreaming. She closed the door, taking a deep breath, but then she opened it again to make sure that what she had just seen was for real.

It was. Xander had been fucking her without her being there. At first the thought disgusted her, but as she watched his beautiful body resting on the bed, her mind filled with all sorts of thoughts.     ?.�\4