“Yeah, mom, the moving went smoothly... Willow and I offered beer and pizza to a bunch of guys from the dorm, and they helped... No, the bastard... Fine, the jerk, Angel, wasn’t one of them... Well, things are going to be tight, but rent and expenses split three ways I think I can manage... Despite my poor status, the place is pretty nice...”

Buffy tucked the phone between her shoulder and cheek as she continued to unpack the small but personal space that was now her room. Due to lady luck, she won the largest and best room in the meager apartment, one with a view. Even though the window faced the brick of the next apartment complex, she still at least had a window, unlike her two roommates.

“Well, I have the best room… I have a window... No, the other two don’t... You’ve met Willow, my roommate from the dorms for the past last two and half years... The other girl, her name is Anya. She answered our ad; we placed in the middle of last semester... She is great, Mom. Not like some of the whackos that responded to the ad... The three of us have hung out a bunch of times... Mom, she’s a business major, she’s definitely good with money... Mom, speaking of money, this call is costing you an arm and leg... Yeah, I’ll take pictures of the room and e-mail them to you... It’s not my fault you’re computer illiterate! Fine, I’ll take regular pics and send them snail mail... I love you, too. Bye.”

As Buffy placed the cordless phone upon her end table, a heavy sigh seeped past her lips. Eyeing all the unpacking she had ahead of her, she decided that a small distraction might help. Food and some alcoholic beverages would do the trick.

Buffy rifled through the stack of take-out pamphlets that were her food life-line living on campus. No matter how creative someone can be, one can only do so much with a hot pot and Ramen Noodles. Quickly, she found her favorite fast food menu, The Dynasty.



“Willow, are you up to some Dynasty? Maybe the extra additives in our system can keep us going until this is done.”

Willow brought her head out of the box she was looking through and proceeded to wipe the wayward, fiery locks of hair from her brow.

“Yeah, get me moo-shu pork and spring rolls. Maybe we can split some crab rangoons?”

“Sounds good. I’m going to ask Anya what she wants then I’ll place the order. We have left over wine from Xander’s party, don’t we?” Buffy inquired.

“A bottle, I think. Hey, speaking of Xander, when did he leave? Hello? Rude much? He didn’t even say goodbye,” Willow declared as she pushed the box she was once in to the side, with the shove of her foot.
“I didn’t hear anything, but first with my tuneage and then my mom’s call, I’ve been auditorily challenged,” Buffy responded with a shrug.

With that comment, Buffy pulled herself from the threshold and headed towards Anya’s room. Once she reached the door, and after two quick knocks, Buffy proceeded to turn the knob and entered into Anya’s room.

“Anya, do you want…” The rest of the words froze upon her lips as she witnessed the sexual aerobics, which flashed before her eyes.

Upon the many unpacked boxes, Anya lay sprawled as a partially naked man resided between her splayed thighs. Moans and purrs of pleasure filled the air, as Anya’s red nails dug into the man’s flexing posterior muscles.

Once the shock cleared her mind, Buffy slapped the palm of her hand across her eyes as she clumsily backed out of the room. Despite the interruption, the lovers remained intertwined. Their relentless pace did not falter.

Buffy shut the door, and with a quick-clip, speed walked back towards Willow’s room. She leaned against the doorjamb as words spilled from her lips.

“Um, I don’t think Anya’s interested in Chinese food right now. Maybe later, after her… exercises, but not so much now,” Buffy stated as her gaze remained wide.

Willow popped her head out from her closet and looked upon her stunned friend.

“Buffy, why do you look like you did when you told me how your ex, Angel, asked for a threesome?” Willow inquired as a look of confusion marred her porcelain features.

Buffy blinked quickly as she attempted to clear her bulging stare that she continued to hold as she spoke.

“Our new roomie, Anya, um, I think she has a boyfriend, that’s not exactly helpful with the unpacking. But he definitely is helpful with the de-stressing process,” Buffy chuckled slightly.

“Huh?”

“Due to the sight now permanently burned upon my retinas, I am currently incapable of an explanation. Just let me say that Anya is busy right now, putting something away that is clearly not her clothes,” Buffy stated curtly.

After several beats, Willow’s eyes widened as she pieced together her friend’s cryptic explanation. She immediately hurtled several boxes as she passed Buffy at the threshold of her door. Within several strides, she was next to Anya’s closed door, her ear pressed firmly upon the wood. Willow’s jade eyes widened and filled with mirth, as she placed her hand to her mouth to stifle the giggles.
Buffy now faced her chuckling friend as she remained in the doorway to Willow’s room. With a hiss, she called out to her in an attempt to distract her from her eavesdropping state.

“Willow, get away from there!” Buffy whispered loudly.

Willow waved away her friend away as she continued her spying. After several beats, she announced with a loud whisper, “Boy, he’s pretty impressive! I’ve counted her climaxing at least twice since I’ve been standing here, and he doesn’t appear to be done yet!”

“Willow!”

Buffy yelped. Then with an audible snap, her mouth closed as her voice echoed through the slightly empty apartment. Willow rolled her eyes as she pulled away from the wooden obstruction.

As she passed Buffy to go back into her room, she commented, “Fine, take all my fun away. I haven’t had any in a bit. Speaking of which, neither have you. We could live vicariously through our sexed up roomie, but nooooo. Party pooper!” Willow huffed as she headed back to her previous location… in front of her closet.

Several beats later, Anya’s door started to open from the inside. Willow again hurtled several boxes as she hurried to stand beside Buffy. Eagerness filled her, since she desperately wanted to witness this sexually impressive man that Anya was with. As the door opened, a disheveled, obviously extremely ecstatic man, based on his whistling, left Anya’s room.

Willow and Buffy’s eyes widened comically as they witnessed who exited. In chorus, they yelled his name, which made him jump slightly.

“Xander!”

In a flash, he quickly turned, as his dark brown eyes gaped at the two women that stood before him. Xander ran the back of his hand across his mouth and then proceeded to run his now shaky fingers through his mussed hair, as he attempted to appear presentable.

With a slight squeak in his voice, followed by a throat clear, he spoke, “Hi guys. Um, I was just helping Anya with, um, with putting something away. It took awhile because she kept changing her mind where she wanted it. Which was fine by me, but yeah, that’s why I was in there for awhile.”

Xander continued to babble as Willow cocked her eyebrow at the man that stood before her.
“So, a man that despises moving his dirty underwear from his floor to a hamper was aiding Anya in moving all sorts of things?” Willow asked with a snicker.

“Yeah, that’s me. Mr. Helpful,” Xander remarked as he started to tuck in his shirt that hung out partially from the waist of his pants. Buffy stifled a laugh when she noticed that a piece of his shirt was trapped in the teeth of his pants zipper.

“Well, if I knew freshman year that you could move so efficiently, I wouldn’t of turned you down for that date,” Willow chuckled as she turned back to enter her room.

Xander looked to Buffy for further comment and/or explanation. With a slight shoulder shrug, Buffy quietly turned and walked back to her room. The equally baffled and jubilant Xander left the apartment with a bounce in his step and a whistle on his lips.

Hours later, bellies full and more boxes unpacked, the ladies decided to call it a night. During dinner, Buffy evaded and avoided all the comments and discussions that Anya craved in regard to Xander. When she became graphic on the size and shape of his penis, Buffy suddenly needed a refill on an already full plastic tumbler of wine.

Due to the move, Buffy felt grimy and was in a desperate need for a shower. After a lengthy, luxurious shower, in a real bathroom, Buffy entered into her almost settled room for the night. Hair dried, brush and braided to create soft waves in the morning, Buffy donned her favorite Yummy Sushi Pjs and slid into her plush, inviting bed.

Over the six months that Buffy dated Angel, he would complain the several times that they slept in the same bed together that she was ‘completely neurotic.’ This was due to her ‘before bed ritual’. In addition to the hair coiffing, Buffy needed everything to be just so before she could fall asleep. Bedroom door closed, curtains drawn. Then assuming the position of lying on her right side, one hand cradled her cheek, the other in a fist placed in the middle of her chest. Anything deviated from this, Hypnos would not visit her, giving her mind the kiss of blissful sleep.

Buffy placed her body into her ‘sleep’ position. As her eyelids slid closed, she had a distinct feeling that something was amiss. She tried all attempts to will this niggling feeling away, to no avail. Begrudgingly, her heavy eyelids flittered open as the necessity to find what was faulty overrode all other desires, even sleep. Her gaze scanned the room. After several visual sweeps, she located the culprit… curtains opened. The diffused moonlight of the chilly January night pooled into her room as it bathed the floor with a muted beam. Since the building next door was close by, Buffy only received dimmed versions of sun and moonlight.

Buffy’s slammed her lids shut as a chant filled her mind. “I’m not neurotic. I’m not neurotic. I’m not neurotic.”

Several moments later, the quilted cocoon that wrapped her form was flung to the side as she announced to the empty room.

“Who am I kidding? I’m so neurotic!”

Upon this declaration, Buffy’s form stomped over to the window as she harshly grabbed the fabric of the curtains. Her hands stilled as she noticed that across the alleyway a window was lit in her neighbor’s apartment, more specifically, her neighbor’s bedroom. Moments later, the door opened and in walked someone. A male someone, that had just obviously finished a shower. Wrapped around his slim hips, was a black terrycloth towel. Another wrapped around his head as his hands were briskly drying his hair.

Due to the dark towel that encased his head, Buffy was unable to see his features, but what she could see of his body was close to perfect. His alabaster skin appeared flawless against the blackness of the towel. Hairless, muscular chest, abs toned, without an ounce of flab to be seen. Biceps formed into perfectly sculptured mountains as he worked the water from his hair.

Buffy’s mouth held agape, as her gaze was transfixed on this Adonis that stood before her. Then, her world spun from its axis. Due to his movements, his towel slid from his slender hips. An impressive erection jutted from his body. At least 9 to 10 inches of pure man stood proudly from a thatch of wiry, brown hair. Unconsciously, Buffy licked her lips as she openly admired his form.

Unbeknownst to him, his movements were being studied and mentally cataloged in her mind. After several minutes, he turned and disclosed another magnificent asset, his picture perfect posterior. As he walked to destination unknown, the muscles housed under his marmoreal flesh flexed and relaxed as his leisurely strides dictated.

Within moments, his room filled with darkness. His action broke Buffy from her mindless ogling of her unaware neighbor. With several heavy flutters of her eyelids, she cleared her lingered stare. Buffy shook her head slightly to clear the arousal, which pulsed through her befuddled mind.

Buffy slowly closed the drapes as her gaze held firm upon the window across the way. Once the fabric covered the panes of glass, Buffy inwardly berated herself for her actions.

This was totally out of character for her. In the past, she has had only three sexual partners, in which included Angel. She was no blushing virgin. She did enjoy sex per se, but she was a little more reserved than her friends, especially Anya and Willow. If they had a say in labeling her sex life, it would be ‘vanilla’. Buffy wasn’t exactly adventurous when it comes to the bedroom.

“This could be one of many reasons why Angel only dated you for six months, before he left you for another woman. No, not a woman, that whore Darla!” Buffy inwardly announced. She quickly shoved away these thoughts as her mind again focused on what had just transpired.

For Buffy to have participated in voyeurism was a total and complete shock. It was just that she became absolutely frozen, as her eyes perused his form. Unable to look away even though she knew that she should have. In addition, her mind didn’t pipe up any objections until the curtains had created a fabric barrier. As Buffy shuffled back to her bed, she now noticed the arousal that had dampened her panties. Her soft murmur echoed in her mind.

“That will never happen again.”