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“Exactly. I was a pretty giving lover. I’ve even gone down on a few woman.”

Willow mewled. The thought of Xander licking her pussy was too much for her to keep bottled up. But most of all, she wanted him to fuck her. She just had to know what his cock felt like inside her—what Cordelia had felt to finally shut her up.

Xander looked at her oddly. “Willow, are you feeling alright?”

“Why don’t you tell me?” Willow retorted.

“Huh?”

“Why don’t you feel me and tell me I’m ‘alright’?”

Xander paused again. Then he reached over and playfully felt at Willow’s face like a blind man. “Yeah, you feel fine,” he said, yanking his hand back before Willow could grab it and redirect it to more sensitive parts of her body. Her face fell with disappointment. Xander did not notice.

Under other circumstances, Willow might’ve greatly appreciated what a safe driver he was. But right now, it was getting in the way of her goal. He was just going to keep on being a friend if she didn’t make a move.

As they rounded a corner, Willow got it. She fell against Xander, pressing her breast against his arm as they turned. She didn’t wear a bra under her shirt and she stayed against him as the car straightened out, clutching his thigh as if to keep her balance, almost rubbing herself against him to make sure he noticed there was nothing between him and her tit except for a little bit of cloth.

“Sorry about that,” Willow said, finally withdrawing, and not sounding sorry at all.

Xander flashed her a shaky smile. “That’s all right,” he said. “A woman should at least be able to use me as a kickstand if all else fails.”

Gathering her nerve, Willow moved her hand right onto his groin. She felt his cock through his pants—squeezed and the firm lump of his manhood became hot and hard, bulging out into her hand. Xander moaned and stepped on the brakes, drawing the vehicle to a halt.

“I think you’re more of a tripod,” Willow said hoarsely. “A really big tripod… one that could take a lot of weight.”

“What do you think you’re doing?” Xander asked, sounding confused more than anything else.

“I was hoping you could tell by what it feels like,” Willow said softly. “This is what it feels like when two people… when they do stuff… right? I know Cordelia’s probably really good at this, but I’ll t-try real hard. You’re so sexy, Xander. I-I-I have to try. Couldn’t we at least… try?”

Xander swallowed hard; his mind raced. Willow was one hell of a cute girl, and he’d often wondered if she had some kind of a thing for him. But it seemed like too much of a coincidence that this was happening at the same time so many other women were bewitched.

But Willow was into him, at least a little. The spell was just taking her inhibitions away. So he might as well make her happy, right? But it seemed wronger than the usual pervy sex stuff—sweet, innocent Willow—or at least innocent-adjacent Willow. Could he really treat her, his best friend since childhood, the same way he had Cordelia and Jenny?

Then Willow unzipped his pants and blotted out Xander’s thinking. His erection strained against her gentle touch, achingly engorged inside his boxers.

“Do we have to try in the middle of the street?” he asked weakly.

Willow shook her head. The redhead quivered with excitement, keeping her hand on the bulge in Xander’s boxers as he drove them under the shelter of some trees and killed the engine.

Breathing harshly, he pulled Willow into his arms and kissed her passionately, forcing his tongue into her accepting mouth. She wiggled her hips, rubbing herself against him—he felt the steamy heat of her panties, soaked with her arousal, as she got off by pushing her hotly aroused pussy against his body.

While Xander kissed her, he pushed his hands up under her jersey. As he’d suspected before, she wasn’t wearing a bra. His hands were warm and a little sweaty as they squeezed her small breasts, filling his hands with the silken flesh, but not just that. He ran his hands all over Willow’s slender chest, her trim midsection fitting into his big hands from her waist up to her armpits.

Willow felt dizzying pleasure as he stroked her, kissed her, already seeming to do everything to her—she only knew there was more than this overwhelming sensation because she wanted more, wanted to be naked with him and filled by him, not just petted no matter how good that felt.

“You said I was sexy,” Xander grinned, sounding as excitably dubious as Willow felt—like he couldn’t quite believe this was happening.

“You’ve always been so sexy to me,” Willow said earnestly. “What about me? You think I’m sexy, right?”

“Like a model,” he moaned. “But you’re just so goddamn cute I feel a little guilty about wanting to rail you. But I just can’t resist.”

“Would it help if you did it from behind?” Willow suggested exuberantly. “Maybe if I was facing away from you, you could forget about my cute face and just focus on me as a sex object.”

Someone knocked on the window. Xander fully expected it to be a cop. Why wouldn’t it be? The cops in Sunnydale might not be able to do anything about the vampires, demons, or even Principal Snyder, but they could damn sure put a stop to any public displays of affection.

Then he saw it was someone who could give the average policeman master-class lessons in being intimidating. Cordelia. Her car was parked nearby and Xander wondered idly how she’d found him—if she’d just been looking for him and gotten lucky, since Sunnydale was surprisingly small for a town with a Hellmouth. You’d think, considering the state of the world, that a mouth of Hell would need a major metropolitan center to accommodate it—at least some place with an IMAX theater—but no, apparently not.

Xander rolled down the window, hoping he’d think of something to say about the slender redhead in his lap by the time he’d spun the crank enough times. He did. “What’s with the coat?” he asked. “It’s roasting out.”

Cordelia smiled impishly at him. “I didn’t want to get arrested while I was out looking for you.”

“Arrested?”

Cordelia opened her coat and let it fall to the ground. She was totally naked underneath. Her big nipples were rock-hard. The lips of her pussy were pressed closely together, leaving only the smallest slice of pink visible within the luscious opening. Her pubic hair was thin, soft, and downy. Xander could just feel it tickling his hand as he rubbed her into swollen arousal.

“You came here with nothing on underneath that coat?” Xander asked, astonished.

Cordelia tittered. “You should try it sometime, Xand. Nothing should get in the way of me and that cock.” Her eyes slanted to Willow mercilessly. “Especially not gingers.”

Xander petted Willow reassuringly, even as he couldn’t take his eyes off Cordelia. “If I were going to see you, I’d get a hard-on in two seconds. It’d look like I was trying to shoplift a baguette.”

Cordelia smiled and looked down at Xander’s crotch. “The way you do now?”

“That’s your fault,” Xander told her.

Cordelia struck a pose showing off her luscious flesh—the extravagant curves of her breasts, the supple largesse of her ass. She had the perfect build for a cheerleader, but it went even further than that, the sheer sensuality of her body edging out of anything remotely wholesome about cheerleaders and into strippers, porn stars, high-priced escorts.

“Guilty as charged,” she sniffed theatrically. “And you’re guilty of being overdressed.”

Xander could restrain himself no longer. Like he was a slave given a command, he stripped off his shirt. The action pushed Willow into the passenger seat. From the look in her eyes, she saw the metaphor in no longer being in the driver’s seat, not that it was much help.

“Xander, no!” she cried. “I… I…” She focused her irate gaze on Cordelia. “I saw him first!”

“I’m his girlfriend,” Cordelia retorted.

“Barely!” Willow shot back. “I’ve been his best friend forever!”

“Then you’ve had plenty of time to make a move!”

Xander paused, reaching down to his unzipped fly and suddenly realizing what he was doing. The interruption had turned out not to be a cop, but that didn’t mean they were safe from someone stumbling onto them. And if he’d have trouble explaining one naked girl, he couldn’t even begin to explain two. He had to be smart about this. It sucked, given smarts weren’t his forte, especially at a time like this, but Xander persevered, looking around the neighborhood.

It wasn’t one of the better ones in Smallville, reminding Xander more of his own unfortunate living conditions. Lots of browning, unmowed lawns. Xander picked out a house with no cars parked nearby and a big FORECLOSED sign in the yard. That looked like it would do as a love nest. If anyone lived there, they were hopefully at work, or whatever passed for work.

Cordelia petted his cheek. “You can fuck me in the ass, Xander… fuck me right in the ass…”

“Xander!” Willow whined, grabbing his right arm as if to pull him bodily away from Cordelia, her nails dug into his skin.

“I’ll fuck both of you in the ass!” Xander assured them both, holding up his hands for silence. “Cordy, get your coat. We need to relocate real fast and then I’ll get down to business. With both of you. Promise.”

“But she’s not going to go first, right?” Willow stressed.

“I’m his girlfriend!” Cordelia announced, putting her hands proudly on her naked hips. “No, more than that—I’m his pet.”

“I can be his pet!”

Xander grumbled to himself. Then he brightened.

He had some rope in the trunk.

The next thing Willow knew, they were inside the house. It was empty, as Xander made certain of by doing a quick sweep of the few rooms in the one-story residence. He’d brought a baseball bat along, just in case someone took exception to him sneaking into the backyard and then letting himself in through the backdoor—which seemed like the theme of the day. But now that there was no need for it, he leaned it against the wall and took the coils of rope off his shoulder.