Buffy looked at her boyfriend waiting for his answer. Her interest peaked as noticed the tips of his ears turning red.
Riley avoided Buffy's blue eyes. "Can I change to dare?"
"NO!" the group said in unison.
"I...uhm...Iworewomenspanties," he mumbled.
Spike chuckled. "I'm sorry. I didn't quite catch that. I'm over a hundred years old. Hearing's the first thing to go."
Riley blushed as he repeated, "I wore women's panties."
Spike fell over on his side laughing. He pulled Willow with him as she giggled. Xander was gasping for breath as he laughed. Buffy stared at her boyfriend as she tried to control her laughter.
"Riley, is there something you want to tell me?" she asked. Her voice cracked and she ended up rolling on the floor with the others.
"What color were they?" Willow gasped out.
Riley picked up a throw pillow and threw it at the hysterical red head. "Ha ha. It was a dare."
"From who RuPaul?" Xander asked as he wiped the tears from his eyes.
The hysterical laughter finally quieted to quiet fits of giggles. Willow pushed Spike and herself upright. His hands were firmly cupped around her bare breasts. She brushed the tears off her cheeks. "Your turn, Riley."
He searched for a subject to exact revenge on. "Willow."
"God! Why does everyone pick on me?" she asked.
Riley grinned. "Truth or Dare?"
Willow thought about it. *Which one would cause the least humiliation?* "Truth."
Riley stared at her as he thought of his question. "Who do you think about when you masturbate?"
"Personal much," she gasped.
"Oh, like mine wasn't personal," he shot back.
"What makes you think I masturbate?"
Riley looked at his girlfriend.
If looks could kill, there would be a new Slayer in town. *You are so dead, Buf.*
"You got to tell the truth," Anya reminded her.
"Oh, shut up." She glared at the ex-demon. "Spike."
Spike sat up a little straighter at this new bit of information. *Red, thinks about me when she gets herself off?* A smug grin crossed his face. He flexed his fingers slightly.
Willow felt her breath catch in her throat as his strong fingers softly moved over her sensitive breasts. "My turn. Xander."
"Dare." He didn't want to answer anymore truths.
"I dare you to kiss Riley full on the mouth."
"Willow," he whined.
"What?" she asked. Her face was the picture of innocence.
Xander looked to Anya for help, but she just sat waiting for him complete the dare. Buffy wasn't much help either. With a sigh, he crawled across the living room floor until he knelt in front of the tall blonde. "Sorry," he said just before he pressed his lips to Riley's mouth. He pulled back quickly and returned to his seat. Glaring at Willow, he took a swig of his soda.
"Geez, Xan. It's not like it's the Crying Game," Buffy said.
"Always knew he was a wanker," Spike whispered in Willow's ear.
Turning her head towards him, she said, "I thought that meant something else."
"It can mean a lot of things."
Xander turned his attention to the blonde vampire. "Spike, truth or truth."
"What are the rules to this bloody game?" he asked.
"The rules are extremely negotiable," Buffy explained.
"Have you ever shagged or been shagged by Angel?" Xander asked.
"No." Everyone looked at him in disbelief. "It was Angelus," he clarified with a roll of his eyes. "Anya. Truth or truth." *If everyone else could change the rules so can I.*
"I guess I'll take truth," Anya said. She was getting bored with this game.
"Who gave you those six orgasms?" he asked looking directly at Xander.
"I did."
Xander's jaw hit the floor. "What?"
"Well, I did. Don't worry. You've given me orgasms, too," she said trying to comfort her boyfriend.
"I think it's time for a movie," Buffy said as the tension of the game filled the room. She jumped up and slipped a cassette into the VCR and rushed around the room turning off the lights.
Part 5
Willow leaned back against Spike's chest as the previews started. Turning
her head slightly, she whispered, "Spike, you can remove your hands."
"Oh, no. Not going to trick me into losing this game so easily," he whispered as his lips brushed her ear.
"Spike, I'm..."
"Shh. I'm trying to watch the movie," he interrupted her. With a slight smile she turned back around to watch the TV.
About half way through the movie about four teenage boys trying to lose their virginity, Willow felt Spike shifting uncomfortably. "Am I too heavy?" she whispered.
"No." Willow tried to shift her weight off his legs, but Spike growled slightly and held her in place. "Don't do that." He uncrossed his legs and settled them on either side of hers.
As he shifted his hips, Willow realized why he was fidgety. *Oh. That's what's wrong.* Biting her lip, she shifted her hips slightly.
"I said stop that."
"My butt's falling asleep," she lied.
With a sigh, Spike removed one hand from under her shirt and pulled a pillow off the couch. He settled on his side, bringing Willow with him. Once they were both lying on their sides Willow scooted higher so her bottom was pressed against his groin instead of his thighs.
Spike stared at the top of her head in shock. *She can't be doing it on purpose?* When she arched her hips back into his straining erection, he smiled. *I guess she can.* Turning his eyes to the TV screen, he shifted the hand remaining on her breast down to her stomach.
Willow sucked in her flat tummy as his callused fingertips danced in lazy circles across it. Ever so slowly they moved closer to the waistband of her sweatpants. *He wouldn't, would he?* She waited in anticipation to see if he would cross that line.
He felt her breath catch in her throat as he dipped his fingers under the elastic band of her pants. Gently he caressed the soft skin of her tummy. He glanced at the other couples in the room to see how far he could go. *Well, if they can do it,* he thought. He traced the edge of her panties for a minute before he heard a frustrated grunt escape Willow's sweet mouth.
*You had better go farther than that, buster,* Willow threatened him silently. *Buffy and Anya have already hit third base if they're not on their way to home base.* When he didn't move any farther, the feisty red head decided to take matters into her own hand so to speak. Reaching behind her, she slipped her hand between them and grasped his throbbing cock.
Spike threw back his head and bit back a groan when her small hand started exploring him. Pushing his hand under her red cotton panties, he threaded his fingers through her red curls. Gently they began stroking her damp flesh. *God, she's so wet.*
*Thank you God.* Willow bit her lip to keep from crying out in joy as he found her clit. With a slight struggle, she unbuttoned his jeans and slid the zipper down. His cool flesh sprung out against her hand. *He doesn't wear underwear. Thank you again God,* she thought as her fingers wrapped themselves around his shaft.
He grunted softly as her warm hand enveloped his aching flesh. He quickly looked around to make sure the others were still busy. He slid a finger into her waiting core. A soft shuttered breath left her lips as she tightened her grip on him. As he slowly slid in and out of her, she stroked his length in time. Her thumb brushed his head smearing the pearl of cum across the sensitive flesh.
He shifted his hand to stroke her swollen clit. Spike cupped her chin to tilt her head back. Capturing her mouth with his own, he trust his tongue inside. She pressed her hips into his loving hand as she felt the pressure build. As she stroked him harder and faster, she sucked on his tongue.
A low groan built in his chest. This shy, innocent, little girl was driving him insane. He stroked her clit harder. He felt her body start to tremble with release. Spike kept her mouth covered with his own to muffle her cries.
Willow felt her soul shatter as she came. Slowly she found reality. She still had his throbbing cock in her hand. As she started to bring him to release, he stopped her.
"Don't, pet," he whispered in her ear.
She turned her head to look at him. "I don't want to leave you like that," she whispered back.
He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. "Thank you, but I don't really want to explain to the Slayer, or your parents, why there's a stain on the carpet," he said.
Willow realized their predicament. Glancing at the TV she figured they had about thirty minutes left of the movie. "Are the others still busy?" she asked quietly.
Spike listened carefully to the soft moans from the two couples. "Yeah, why?"
Willow didn't answer; instead, she rolled over to face him. Scooting down, she kissed his exposed stomach.
"What are you doing?" he whispered.
She looked up at him with a wicked smile before she took him into her mouth. Spike nearly jumped out of his skin as her warm mouth enveloped his cool erection. Slowly she slid her mouth down his quivering length. Her tongue traced the small fissure as it seeped his essence. She'd only done this once before, but by the small deep groans rumbling through Spike's chest she was doing something right.
Spike bit into his wrist as his demon and body demanded release. His own blood flooded his mouth as he shot his cold seed into hers. Small aftershocks shuttered through his body as she pumped him dry. His fingers brushed her beautiful hair away from her face.
Willow licked her lips as she moved to lie beside him. His face was still distorted by his game face. She lifted a hand to touch the ridges of his brow. At her gentle touch, they slowly receded into his human face. Spike leaned forward to kiss her gently. In a quiet sigh he fastened his jeans and pulled her into his arms. Together they quietly finished watching the movie.
"I think I like sleep overs," he whispered in her ear.
She snuggled against his lean chest. "Me, too. As long as you're there."
THE END