Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy the Vampire Slayer. That Joss guy and some corporate folks have all the rights, and dammit, they just aren't sharing. Kinda rude if you ask me. "For What I Need" is by some James Marsters guy. Maybe you've heard of him…

Rating: NC-17 (Very NC-17. This is very much not for the young and/or prudish. So if you fit into one or hey, both, of those categories, turn back now. This is your warning right here…)

Summary: Buffy Summers, notorious bad girl at home in California, has been sent away to a small town in rural England to live with a distant relative. How can she possibly relieve her boredom? By seducing her shy, impressionable neighbor, of course. (All human AU)

Spoilers: It's an AU, so none. Really don't think any of this happened on the show. If it had, they would've had to move it to at least Cinemax…

Author's Note: This isn't a straight PWP, but I doubt there will be much of a plot to it anyway. Just an idea that popped in my head and wouldn't go away. So don't go looking for some deep meanings and themes, 'cause they ain't there.

Dedication: For my favorite diva, 'cause I know she needs a little something to make her smile right now…

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Need

By: Addie Logan

*** *** ***

I'm goin' swimmin' now
Get up your stream, baby
Gonna get wet, yeah

For what I need
What I need
Is you, baby

Yeah, I'm goin' climbin' now
I'm gonna get high
Up your peach, baby

For what I need
What I need
Is you, baby

I don't care what you put in my way
Not ever since I met you
Now I'm like a heat-seekin' missile, baby

For what I need
What I need
Is you, baby

Well, I'm goin' walkin' now
(The only problem)
Up early on that road
(I said the only problem is)
To get home to you, baby
(If I don't get to you, I think I'm gonna go insane)

For what I need
What I need
Is you, baby

I don't care what kind of hole is in the ground
I don't care what kind of ocean is between you and me
No, baby, I ain't gonna go half way
I'm gettin' to you
Watch out...

*** *** ***

Buffy Summers was bored. Really, really bored. And hating her parents. Ever since that fire in her high school gym—which she still swore could've been caused by cigarette-smoking mice—they'd been plotting a way to make her suffer, and boy had they found it.

She'd wondered why in the world they'd send her all the way to England to live with her father's second cousin. She had relatives they could ship her off to right there in California. Why go to all the trouble to banish her to another country with some man she'd never even met?

Because he lived miles away from any mischief she could get into, that's why. If her parents were going to ship her off to England, the least they could've done was found a relative that lived somewhere near a city. She could see herself in London. There was shopping to be done there. But here? She'd had to go twenty miles to find the nearest party, and it sucked. She recognized several of the girls as being from her class, but she didn't want to as much as ask them for a pencil never mind hang out with them all night.

And the guys… They weren't any better than American guys as far as she was concerned. Sure, they weren't crushing cans against their heads and did their harassing of the weak with accents that to Buffy made them sound cultured, but it was the same sort of hazing she'd seen go on a thousand times back home. From the sounds of it, they were currently in the process of mocking someone for his attempts at poetry.

Buffy shrugged it off and headed for the beer again. At least there was that to keep her occupied…

Buffy got her drink and was headed back towards the party when she stopped, hearing a conversation going on in one of the adjoining rooms. Too bored to keep herself from snooping, she peaked around, noticing the conversation in question was between Cecily Underwood, a schoolmate of hers, and someone she was pretty sure was that oddly quiet boy who lived next door to her. Seeing him at a party at all surprised her. She was certain he stayed locked up in his house all day.

Buffy's eyebrow arched as she heard him speaking, realizing he was laying his heart out there for Cecily. She winced, waiting for the inevitable rejection. Three…two…one…

"I do see you. That's the problem. You're nothing to me, William. You're beneath me."

Buffy couldn't help but feel a little sorry for the guy. Apparently he had not gotten the "Cecily Underwood is an ice bitch from hell" memo. She figured it would be better for him in the long run, though. The only thing worse than being rejected by Cecily was being the man she named "Toady of the Week."

Cecily flounced out of the room, ignoring Buffy as she brushed past. William remained on the couch where they had been sitting, looking devastated. Buffy glanced back towards the party, then sighed, feeling a compulsion to try to cheer the poor guy up. "You know she's a total bitch, don't you?"

William's head shot up at the sound of Buffy's voice, and he wiped at his eyes, calling more attention to his tears than hiding him the way she assumed he was most likely trying to do. "Excuse me, Miss… Not to be rude, but I would rather be alone."

"Just thought you should know—about Cecily. Consider it neighborly advice."

William frowned. "Neighborly?"

"Yeah, You live next to Rupert Giles, don't you?"

"I do," William replied with a nod. "And you are…?"

"I'm Buffy Summers. Rupert's like my third cousin or something. My parents pawned me off on him, so you and I—we're neighbors."

William blushed slightly. "I am sorry for my behavior, Miss Summers. I have neither formally introduced myself to you or…"

"Hey, chill," Buffy said, cutting him off. "I haven't exactly been making with the formal introductions either. And I just wanted to give you a little heads up on Cecily."

"Did…you just hear what happened?" William asked. Buffy nodded, and he turned even redder.

"No, it's okay. She made herself look way more like an ass than you did," Buffy said with a smile, coming over to sit beside him. "And really…" She lowered her voice conspiratorially. "If you give any credence at all to graffiti on the bathroom walls, she just saved you a shitload of money on creams and pills."

William stared at her blankly. "Creams and pills?"

Buffy suppressed the urge to laugh. This guy really was an innocent… "She's probably got an STD, William," she said bluntly.

Buffy hadn't thought it was possible for William to get any redder, but he quickly proved her wrong. "I don't…I…" He looked down at the floor. "I don't believe it's proper for a lady to discuss such things."

"Good thing I'm not a lady then. You wanna dance?"

William looked up sharply. "I…I shouldn't. I need to be getting home. Mother will worry."

Buffy didn't know if she wanted to roll her eyes or pat him on the head. He was just so adorably pathetic. "Look, I'm here for another hour until my cousin's driver comes to get me. I'd like to spend it dancing."

"I'm not…I don't…"

"Cecily's out there mocking you with her friends right now. The best thing you can do is just hold your head up high and let a woman as damn hot as me bump and grind all over you for a bit. Then we can leave together, and that'll be enough to show them all."

William's eyes widened. "Miss Summers! That would lead them to believe that…"

"Um, that's kind of the idea. Trust me, it'll show them all. And it's Buffy."

"I…I can't. It's inappropriate, and…"

Was this guy for real? It was like he'd just stepped out of some cheesy Victorian novel what with all the propriety and stuff. "Aw, come on, Billy. Live a little."

"It's…it's William," he protested as she grabbed his hand and dragged him out to the party and on to the dance floor.

Buffy turned herself in his arms, grabbing his hands and placing them on her hips as she gyrated to the music. His face was the very picture of embarrassment and misery. But what was going on a little lower told a completely different story. Some part of him was definitely enjoying this.

She could hear Cecily's group of fools whispering behind them, and it only made Buffy grind more, deciding she might as well give them a show.

William's hands stayed on her waist, but she could feel them trembling and had no doubt he was probably sweating on her, too. It was obvious he'd never had his hands on a girl in his life, and instead of being the turn off Buffy had always assumed that would be, it was making her decidedly hot. Back in California, she had tended to go for older guys who brought the most experience to the bedroom. Her mind ran through a list of all the decidedly naughty things she could teach this innocent and her brain threatened to melt on her right then and there.

The song blended into another one, and she didn't stop moving. Her hands trailed down to William's ass, and she gripped it, surprised and delighted to find just how tight it was. His clothes were loose and obviously meant to hide everything, but she would bet good money that there was one hell of a bod under there.

Buffy nearly moaned as she felt William begin to move with her. Tentatively at first, but then more as she pulled him closer. They were so close now as to be practically dry humping on the dance floor, and Buffy felt him pressing intimately against her. She'd left her ruler at home that night so she'd have to skip getting an exact measurement, but from the feel of things, Cecily had passed up on quite a package.

She looked up, trying to see into his blue eyes through his glasses. There was fear there, but Buffy was delighted to see that it was mixed with lust. Oh yeah, she could definitely have some fun with this one. She was tempted to just drag him from the room and rip his clothes off right then, but she had a feeling that would only scare him. Seducing shy virgins took more finesse than that.

Or so she'd heard…

Instead, she leaned up and licked his neck slowly, making William shiver against her. She glanced out of the corner of her eye, making sure Cecily was watching before pressing her lips against his ear as if she was whispering something, then she led William outside.

As they walked away from the house, Buffy saw William shiver and wondered if it was from more than the chill in the air. Fear seemed to be dominating his expression now, and Buffy decided she better hurry up and make with the small talk if she didn't want him bolting. Her ride wasn't there yet, and she wanted to use this opportunity to talk to him a bit, lay the groundwork for her seduction.

The very thought of her plan made Buffy want to giggle insanely. She wasn't sure what shocked her more, the fact that she'd thought of it or that she was seriously planning on going through with it. But she was feeling nice and relaxed, the buzzing in her body and her brain telling her that it was a simply wonderful idea.

"Kinda surprised you're here," Buffy said. "You don't seem like you'd be much of one for parties."

"I…um…" He was back to the blushing and stammering. "I came because I wished to see Cecily."

"Figures," Buffy thought. "I don't know what you see in her," she said. "Cecily's a total hobiscuit. Besides, she's got bug eyes, and they're kinda creepy if you ask me. You could do a million times better."

William sighed. "It doesn't matter anyway. Women aren't interested in me."

"Um, hello? Woman right here. Was me grinding against your crotch not obvious enough interest?"

William turned the reddest she'd seen him all night. "I didn't…I've never…I was not behaving like a gentleman."

"God, you are just too cute for words." Buffy saw a car pull up into the drive, and sighed as she realized her ride had gotten there early. She stood up on her toes and kissed William's cheek. "I'll see you around, handsome."

She walked away from him, making sure her hips were swishing as she did. She glanced over her shoulder once to see his hand against the cheek she'd just kissed.

"Oh yeah," Buffy thought. "This is going to be fun."

*** *** ***

It was dark in his house when William got home, and he was glad to know his mother had gotten herself to bed. He'd been gone later than he had intended, and he was afraid she would be up, worrying. He wasn't sure he could face her right now…

His mother had always been diligent in teaching him right from wrong, determined to raise her son to be a gentleman. She had never discouraged him from dating. As a matter of fact, she was the one who had urged him to make his feelings known to Cecily. She knew William was lonely, and had told him that he didn't need to feel as if he had to dote on his mother despite her often ill health.

What she would not approve of is what he had engaged in that evening with Miss Summers. Allowing himself to touch a woman in such an inappropriate manner… He was certain that she'd been able to feel his body's reaction to her, and the very thought of it made William feel humiliated. He had lost all control, letting him behave like a barbarian in front of a young woman. He was certain she did not think him the gentleman at all.

He went to his bedroom, hoping some sleep would help him put aside the events of the evening. He froze as he walked into the room, his eyes zeroing in on what he could see across from him. It was her, the girl from the party—Buffy. And she was naked.

William's mouth grew completely dry, his cock straining in his trousers for attention. He knew he should turn away, should close his blinds and go to bed, but his first glimpse of a nude woman had him glued to the spot.

Buffy stood in front of the mirror, regarding her tanned, toned figure. Her hands traveled up her sides to her breasts, and William whimpered, his hands aching to be the ones grasping the perfectly-formed globes. She tweaked her nipples, the look of pleasure on her face clear even from William's distant viewpoint.

She fondled her breasts for only a moment more before she turned around, climbing on the bed on all fours. She propped up the pillows, leaning against them as she lay on her back, spreading her legs wide. William swallowed hard, still unable to move, unable to stop watching the show.

One of Buffy's hands traveled down between her legs, her hips bucking as she began to finger her hairless pussy. A moan tore from William's throat, and he felt himself almost come in his pants right then and there. What she was doing was so dirty, but William knew he was worse for watching. She thrashed on the bed, arching into her fingers as her other hand roughly pulled at her nipple.

Almost under its own accord, his hand stole to the front of his trousers, unzipping them and then popping the buttons on his boxers to release his cock. He stroked himself in time with her movements, until her hips shot straight off the bed, her mouth falling open in a cry William couldn't hear.

He panted as Buffy rolled over and clicked off the light beside her bed, making her room dark again. With shame, William looked down, realizing his left hand was now covered in his own fluids. He was horrible—a regular pervert! He'd spied on a woman and gotten off on it. How could he have done something so dirty? If Buffy found out what he did, she'd surely have him arrested…

William got a tissue from the box beside his bed, cleaning himself off before finding some clean boxers to sleep in.

Back in her room, Buffy drifted to sleep with a smile on her face, hoping William had enjoyed her show.

*** *** ***

Chapter 2:

The first thing Buffy did the next morning was run to the bathroom and throw up every bit of the contents of her stomach. She felt horrible and was seriously wondering what had ever possessed her to drink that much. She blamed it on the boredom.

And then she remembered the other things the boredom had driven her to do…

"Oh my god," Buffy said as she leaned against the sink in the bathroom, staring at herself in the mirror. What had she done? As if dancing with that poor guy the way she had hadn't been enough, what she'd done when she'd heard him come home…

She blushed, horror and mortification creeping up on her. He probably thought she was the biggest hobag ever. She leaned in with a whimper, her head resting against the mirror as she waited for the floor to open up and swallow her.

Much to her chagrin, it didn't. She was still standing there and the night had not managed to make itself magically disappear. She stood up straight again, groaning as she did.

There was only one thing left to do. She'd have to avoid William at all costs so as not be reminded of her humiliating behavior. Shouldn't be too hard. He only lived next door to the place where she'd be living for the next seven months while she finished out the school year…

Buffy whimpered, wondering if it was still too late to sign up for the French Foreign Legion.

*** *** ***

"William? Dearheart, are you going to sleep the morning away?"

William woke to a gentle tapping on his door and the sound of his mother's voice on the other side of it. As he came fully awake, the events of the night before came flooding back to him, and he flushed in embarassment. Would his mother know the horrible things he'd done?

"William? It's getting late, my darling. Are you all right?"

"Just…just a minute, Mother!" he called, getting out of bed and finding his robe, wrapping it around himself. He took his glasses from his bedside table, putting them on before answering the door. "Good morning," he said, unable to look his mother in the eye.

"Good morning." His mother regarded him for a moment, and William swallowed, wondering if she was about to condemn him for the sins he had committed the night before. Instead, she reached up, stroking his cheek softly. "Oh, my sweet boy—did it not go well with the Underwood girl?"

William shook his head. "No. She…she isn't interested."

"It's her loss, William. You're a very good boy—too good for her," his mother assured him.

William merely nodded, Cecily's cruel words from the night before still taunting him. You're beneath me…

"I hope this was not too forward of me, but Mr. Giles has a cousin about your age staying with him for the next several months, and I told him you would be willing to show her around our town. If that would be acceptable with you."

William's heart leapt into his throat. How could he manage to spend time alone with Buffy after what he'd done the night before? "I'm sure that the girl would much rather spend her time with someone other than me, Mother. I'm not very good company."

"Nonsense," his mother replied. "You are wonderful company, William. Any young woman with any sense in her head at all would love to spend the day with you." She smiled at him, a twinkle in her eye. "I've yet to meet her myself, but I've heard she's quite the beauty."

"I…I don't think I should. I would be imposing."

"No, you wouldn't. William, I won't force you, but I do wish you would do this. I appreciate all you do for me, but you can't stay confined to the house with your old mother all the time. You need to spend time with people your own age. This could be the perfect opportunity for you to get out into the world."

William racked his brain for what he could tell his mother, but all he could think of was "I can't see her because last night I wanked off while watching her pleasure herself in her bed," and that was not something he was about to admit to his mother. He nodded, hoping he didn't regret this later. "I'll do it."

"That's wonderful! I'll call Mr. Giles now and let him know that you'll be over this afternoon to pick her up."

William's eyes bugged. "This afternoon? As in today?"

"Yes. Did you have other plans?"

"Not exactly…"

"Then I don't see any reason why you should put it off," his mother said. She kissed him on the cheek. "Get dressed and then come downstairs and eat, darling."

William gave his mother a nod before she turned and walked down the hallway. One thought kept going through his head.

He was royally buggered.

*** *** ***

Buffy could not believe this had happened to her. Giles had insisted she go into town with William, telling her that staying in her bedroom all day was not appropriate behavior. Her parents had wished for her to make "healthier" relationships than the ones she had had back home, and he was convinced that the quiet, unassuming William was the perfect person to facilitate that.

She had a theory he just wanted her out of his house for a while, but she kept that one to herself…

So she was sitting in the passenger's seat of William's car, trying to ignore that metaphorical elephant sitting in the backseat. William's hands were gripping the wheel tightly, his eyes staring straight forward, and Buffy slumped. He'd barely said two words to her since they'd left, and she didn't even want to begin to speculate as to what he probably thought of her.

She took a deep breath, deciding the best thing she could do was clear the air a little. It was obvious now that her avoiding him plan was not going to work, since her cousin apparently thought they should be the best of friends or something. She took a deep breath before stating quickly, "I was drunk last night."

William gave her a brief sideways glance. "Oh."

"I'm really sorry if I embarrassed you or something. I didn't mean it. I was just, well, really, really drunk."

William's heart sank at her words. She hadn't meant it… Of course she hadn't. It had merely been the alcohol. He'd been crazy to think for even a moment that it had been anything else. He was William the Bloody Awful Poet, laughing stock of everyone he knew. Women weren't interested in him, especially beautiful, sensual ones like Buffy Summers. "I assumed as much," he said, keeping his eyes on the road and not daring to look at her again. She'd be able to see the tears forming in the corner of his eyes, and he couldn't stand to hear her ridicule him. "Women certainly never react that way to me on purpose."

Buffy heard the pain in his voice and wanted to kick herself. "That isn't what I meant. God, I tried to smooth this over, and I just fucked it all up."

William blushed at her course language. "It's…it's really quite fine, Miss Summers."

"No, it isn't. I was a total slut puppy last night. And I am pretty sure I remember asking you to call me, Buffy…"

"Right, Buffy. And last night was not your fault," William said. "It was I who was too forward."

"You? Please? I dragged you onto the dance floor and practically molested you." Buffy decided to feign complete innocence about what had happened once they'd both returned home. This part was difficult enough.

"I should not have touched you in such a way. It was inappropriate. And I should've known that you would never normally been attracted to a man such as myself and left you alone. I apologize."

Buffy frowned. There he went again, cutting himself down. Certainly Cecily's rejection alone couldn't have done that to him… "No, don't apologize. You did nothing wrong. And I never once said I'm not attracted to you."

The car swerved slightly before William regained control and straightened it back in the lane. "You…you shouldn't tease, Miss Su…Buffy."

"I'm not. I don't know what's wrong with the women in Merry Ol' England, but you're a major hottie." The words had left Buffy's mouth before she'd had a chance to think about them, though now that she did, she realized they were certainly true. He seemed unaware of his hotness, his hair and clothes giving that away, but with his tight body and chiseled features, he was certainly good looking. And those eyes… A girl could get lost in those.

His grip on the steering wheel tightened. "I…I don't believe anyone has ever told me such a thing before."

Buffy smiled slightly to herself. She'd written her "Seduce the Virgin" plan off as the thought of a crazy drunken woman, but suddenly the idea was starting to have a sober appeal as well. This guy was in a serious need of a self-esteem boost, and the best way she knew to do that was to fuck his brains out. She was being a humanitarian, really.

The fact that she got to see the body she just knew he was hiding and ride that huge cock she'd felt pushing into her the night before was simply an added bonus.

"Well, then you must hang out with a lot of blind people," Buffy said. "'Cause just those cheekbones alone of yours are damn yummy."

The cheeks in question turned a deep crimson, along with the rest of his face. "We…I…this conversation isn't appropriate,"

Buffy fought the urge to roll her eyes. Him and his ideas on what was "appropriate." She was going to have so much fun throwing those out the proverbial window… She smiled to herself as they made the rest of the drive in silence, plotting her next move.

*** *** ***

"Oh god, stores," Buffy said as they pulled into town. "I haven't seen one of those in weeks."

"So it's true that all you American women do is shop?" William asked as he found a parking space.

Buffy glanced beside her and saw the corners of his lips tugging upwards in an almost smile. "Why, William, are you teasing me?"

The blushing quickly returned, and Buffy wanted to smack him upside the head. "I…I apologize. I didn't mean to…"

"William, really. Chill. Tease me all you want. I'm a big girl. I can handle it."

"Still, I shouldn't have. I'm sure you have many hobbies, and…"

"And I love to shop. So let's get out and do some, okay?"

William nodded, getting out of the car. He immediately hurried to her side, opening the door and holding it for her. "Well, aren't you sweet," Buffy said, giving him a genuine smile. "American boys are rarely this polite."

William looked down at the pavement. "My mother taught me to be a gentleman."

"She did a good job," Buffy said. He shut the door behind her, and Buffy linked her arm with his. "Come on, I feel like doing some damage with my father's platinum card. Funny how he managed to send me away and give me guilt money at the same time. I guess it was a way to appease both his personalities."

"Your…your father really sent you away?" William asked as they walked towards the first store Buffy saw.

"Both my parents actually."

"Why…why would they do that?" William couldn't imagine someone not wanting their children around. The thought of his mother ever sending him away made him feel cold inside.

"They were sick of all those prostitution and drug charges."

William stopped, his jaw dropping. Buffy looked back at him, laughing. "Okay, this time I'm teasing you. I was having some problems at school. They thought I'd do better in a more 'disciplined' environment."

"Oh."

They resumed walking to the store, Buffy hitting the racks as soon as they were inside. She glanced over at William, wondering what sort of clothes would turn him on the most. Would he be the type to go for skimpy and obvious, or would he prefer something that he could take off piece by piece, slowly revealing her to his eyes. She doubted he even knew, being the virgin he was, and decided she should go with both. They could experiment…

She pulled a small, red halter from the rack, looking it over. She was about to put it back when she noticed William staring at it, his eyes slightly glazed over. Buffy grinned to herself as she turned to him, handing him the couple of other items she'd already pulled. "Would you hold these for me? I like this shirt, but I'm not sure it's my size. I want to try it on."

William nodded as he took the clothes, his ability to talk apparently gone elsewhere. "Thanks!" Buffy said, sauntering towards the dressing rooms. William followed her diligently, sitting on a bench outside and waiting for her.

Buffy emerged a few minutes later, the scrap of red material barely covering her chest and mid-section. "So, how does it look?"

William was grateful that he'd set her clothes in his lap, as the sight in front of him gave him an immediate and raging hard-on. "It…it looks good," he said, his voice almost a squeak.

"Oh this one is sooo coming home with me," Buffy thought. "Thanks! I'll go put my other shirt back on now."

"O…okay."

When Buffy came back out, she noticed that William was still struggling to get a hold of himself. She knew the nice thing would be to back off a little, but she didn't want to be nice. She wanted to be naughty. "I can take those back now," Buffy said, holding her hands out for the clothes.

"No, I've got them," William insisted, keeping them in front of him.

This was almost too easy, but it wasn't taking any of the fun out of it, Buffy decided. Instead, it made her want to up the ante. Buffy walked over to a lingerie display, William following her without seeming to realize where she was going. When it dawned on him, his face flared up again.

"What do you think?" she asked, turning around and holding up two pairs for his inspection. "The silk or the lace?"

She'd expected a comment about how that was not an appropriate topic for discussion, but it seemed that his ability to think—let alone speak—was now gone. He started at the two thongs she was holding his mouth opening and closing like a fish. "I could use some help here, William," Buffy said, suppressing her grin.

"I…I don't…they're both…oh god…"

Buffy shrugged. "Fine. Both then." She tossed them on top of the pile he was holding, watching as his eyes zeroed in on them. She gave him points for still being able to stand upright. She turned back to the display, going through the different pairs of panties, until she pulled out another one. "Ooh, these are the kinds that tie on the sides. Wish I'd had these with my ex. He was forever just ripping them off. I went through more underwear that way." She tossed a couple pairs onto the pile.

William trembled, closing his eyes and trying to think about anything but the fact that an absolutely gorgeous woman was shopping for skimpy underwear right in front of him. Was she trying to kill him? Certainly she had no idea what sort of affect she was having on him, and William just knew that she'd be horrified to know how hard this had made him. He was such a pervert.

When he opened his eyes again, Buffy was holding up a red G-string. "You know, I've heard the argument against these things. People say what's the point of wearing any underwear if it's not going to cover anything? But I say, what's the point of covering anything if you're just going to pull it right off?"

William's eyes bulged, and Buffy wanted to laugh. She knew she was being pretty damn close to evil, but she couldn't help it. This was too much fun. And it wasn't like she was just being a tease. She fully intended to go through with what she was tempting him with. She tossed the G-string on to the pile, then turned, spotting a pair of jeans. "Ooh…wouldn't my ass look great in those?"

William coughed, the pile of clothes he was holding almost falling to the ground. Buffy made her way over to the jeans, and William followed, wondering if this was some sort of test, and if it was, how could be ever hope to pass?

*** *** ***

William had insisted on carrying her bags out of the store as they left, and Buffy wasn't sure if it was because he was just being a "gentleman" or because he still had a raging hard-on. She imagined it was probably a little bit of both.

Buffy froze as she looked across the street, seeing Cecily Underwood and her gaggle sitting in front of a café. They spotted Buffy with William and quickly dissolved into a fit of giggles. Buffy's eyes narrowed, feeling the urge to march right across the street and scratch out the other girl's eyes. She'd hated Cecily from the first day of school, her constant snide remarks enough to drive Buffy insane.

Without giving it a thought, she turned and grabbed William, kissing him hard. He froze, making a muffled sound as he struggled for a moment, but Buffy held on tightly to him, refusing to let him break away. He soon gave in, his lips becoming soft and yielding beneath hers. She forgot all about Cecily, her only thoughts centering on the man she was kissing now. She seriously doubted he'd ever kissed a woman before, but he seemed to be a natural at it—much better than many of the more experienced men she'd been with.

She coaxed his mouth open with her tongue before finding his and gently massaging it with her own. William paused for only a moment before he gave into the French kissing, one of his arms going around her waist. Buffy knew without a doubt that there was something very sensual under his shy demeanor, something almost primal. She thrilled at the thought of awakening it, of being the first woman to touch the beast she was certain was inside him. She moaned into his mouth, pushing herself against him as she had when they were dancing.

William groaned, the small woman in his arms setting his every nerve ending on fire. His lungs burned for air, but he didn't pull away, the taste of her too intoxicating for him to give it up.

When they finally did break apart, William and Buffy were both panting, their eyes locked on each other. With a small smile, Buffy reached up, adjusting his glasses. Her hand lingered on his face for a moment as she traced the edge of his cheekbone. She glanced over his shoulder to see Cecily, definite anger on her face, and was that—jealousy? Buffy smirked to herself. That would show the bitch…

"So, you up for some more shopping?"

William nodded, not trusting his own voice, but knowing at that moment, he'd follow her anywhere…

*** *** ***

Chapter 3:

Buffy leaned against the door to her current home, batting her eyelashes coquettishly at William. "Would you like to come in?" she asked, doing her best to leave as little room for interpretation to her meaning as possible, even to someone as new to the sexual world as William.

"I…I shouldn't. Mother will be expecting me to come home. I've…I've left her too long already," William said, looking away from Buffy's sultry expression.

"Are you sure?" She leaned forward, pressing her hands against his chest. "I could…model my purchases for you."

William thought of the numerous undergarments in the bags he was still holding and his mouth went dry. "I…I need to go home." He thrust the bags towards her. "It was a pleasure spending the afternoon with you, Miss Summers. I do hope you have a pleasant evening."

Buffy mentally cursed at the return of his formal tone as she took her bags. She'd been sure he'd take her up on her offer. Dammit. "I had a good time, too, William. I'd like to do it again sometime."

William stared at the ground. "Yes. That…that would be nice. Well, um, good bye, Miss Summers."

"Buffy. Bye, William." William hurried off to his own house, and Buffy blew out a deep breath. "Well, fuck."

*** *** ***

"William, did you have a nice time with Miss Summers?"

The sound of his mother's voice made William stop in his tracks. He had been walking right past the parlor without telling her as much as hello, something he'd never done before. What was wrong with him? He'd always been such a good boy, such a good son. He took long, deep breaths, willing his body to calm down as he went into the parlor. "I did, Mother," he said. "She is a very nice young lady."

His mother smiled. "I'm so happy to hear that, William. I would very much like to meet her. Do you think we should invite her for tea?"

William paled at the thought of Buffy in the same room as his mother. "I…don't know. She's American. They don't drink tea," he said, coming up with the quickest excuse he could.

"Well, it wouldn't hurt to invite her. Be polite. You should ring her tomorrow, see if she would be free next weekend."

William nodded, knowing he couldn't tell his mother no. Hopefully, Buffy would refuse and it wouldn't be an issue. He cleared his throat. "Do you need anything, mother?"

"No, I'm fine. I was about on my way to bed, actually. Going to turn in early tonight. I'm quite tired." She started to stand, and William was immediately at her side.

"Here, Mother, let me help you."

She patted his arm. "You're a good son. I'm a very lucky mother to be blessed with such a child."

William tried not to think about how disappointed she'd be if she knew of his behavior over the past couple of days as he led her up to her room.

*** *** ***

Buffy was beyond frustrated. Her day with William had gotten her more worked up than she'd been in a long time, and she had no outlet for any of it. She hadn't even brought her vibrator with her… She lay on the bed, sweaty from the attempt to finger herself until the tension went away, only to find that it merely took the edge off. It wasn't nearly as exciting as it had been the night before when she'd known William was watching her…

He was going to have to give into her soon. He was a seventeen year old boy, after all. Hot girl (and she knew she was hot) flaunting her body in front of him, he'd have to go for it. No guy was that virtuous, no matter what Mother said…

She sighed, her patience already at its end. It had been over a month since the last time she'd gotten laid, and a girl could only take so much. That gorgeous man next door better be fucking her brains out soon. Otherwise she was pretty sure she'd just combust.

*** *** ***

William woke suddenly, his eyes widening at the vision before him. Buffy was naked in his bed, the moonlight streaming in from the window, illuminating her beautiful body. "What…"

She put her finger to his lips, silencing him. "Shh…Just take me, William. I can't wait anymore. I need you."

William felt powerless to deny her. He nodded and rolled over, her body now pressed beneath his. "William…" Buffy moaned breathlessly. "Make love to me, please. Oh, please!"

William drove into her, crying out as he did. Buffy clung to him, saying his name over and over as he pushed in and out, begging him not to stop. She told him that she needed him, that she wanted him, that he brought her so much pleasure. He felt more like a man than he ever had before as he pounded inside of her until she cried out, her body arching as he'd watched it do the night before.

Calling her name, William released himself inside of her, his body trembling in pleasure. Spent, he rolled them over, wrapping his arms around her and feeling…

Nothing.

His eyes opened and he realized he was alone. It had been nothing but a dream, albeit one that had left him with quite a mess in his pants. He sighed, cursing himself for not being able to stop thinking such thoughts about Buffy as he got out of bed, heading towards the bathroom to clean himself up.

*** *** ***

Buffy could hear Cecily before the brunette even walked into the room for their first period class the next morning. She turned to the girl sitting in the seat behind her. Willow Rosenberg was one of the boarding students at the school, able to be there because her huge brain had earned her a scholarship. She was also the only other American Buffy knew, which had made her bond quickly with the girl. At least they shared slang…

"Okay, I'm about to say some really weird stuff, so just go with it, please?" she said softly to Willow.

"Weird stuff? Like…?"

Cecily was in the room then, coming towards her seat near Buffy and Willow. "His cock was like huge!" Buffy said, ignoring the way Willow's eyes bugged. "I mean, oh my god it was like riding a horse. I don't think I've ever come that hard in my life."

"I'm, um, happy for you?" Willow said, not sure how she was supposed to respond.

"I mean, wow," Buffy continued. "I am sooo sore this morning. I might have to fake cramps when it's time for gym class, 'cause I can barely walk."

Cecily sat down, giving Buffy a glare. "Have a good time this weekend?" she asked, her phony tone making Buffy want to slap her. Instead, Buffy kept her perky smile and leaned over towards Cecily.

"I want to thank you for turning William down this weekend. If you hadn't done that, well, I wouldn't have had the best couple of nights of my life!" Buffy grinned brightly.

Cecily's eyes flared, her mouth drawn tight. She said nothing to Buffy as she turned around, facing forward again. Buffy smirked to herself, mouthing "tell you later" to Willow before turning around herself.

*** *** ***

Willow found Buffy almost as soon as the lunch period began and plopped down at the table with the blonde girl. "Okay, so what was that in first period?"

Buffy ignored the question, poking at the brown, lumpy substance on her plate. "I don't think this is food. I think it's some sort of demon come to suck out my brains."

"Then you better eat it before it has a chance," Willow replied. "What was that with Cecily?"

"She's a bitch," Buffy said, stabbing the brown lump with her fork. "She was really rude to my neighbor at a party this weekend, and I felt like sticking up for him a bit."

"So you didn't really, um, do what you said you did?" Willow asked, her face beginning to match her hair. "'Cause you were a little limpy when you left class…"

Buffy smiled brightly. "Wasn't that a nice touch? I thought that was a nice touch." She frowned again and began to dissect her lunch with her knife. "No, no sex with the neighbor this weekend. Though not for lack of trying. God, Wills, I practically threw myself at the guy and he's all 'I had a pleasant time, Miss Summers.' Gah."

"Miss Summers? How old is this guy?" Willow asked.

"Seventeen, same as us," Buffy replied. "But I swear, he thinks he's like eighty. I mean, the guy's standing there with a handful of my underwear, and he doesn't jump me. What's up with that?"

Willow coughed. "Your…your underwear?"

"We went shopping." Buffy took a bite of her food and made a face as she swallowed. "Ugh. Worse than I thought it would be. Anyway, we were in town together this weekend, and I'm standing there in the store picking out the skimpiest panties I can find, and then we get back home, I offer to let him see the damn things on me, and he leaves! What is with that?"

"Um, maybe he's gay?" Willow offered.

"Nope, not gay. Guy was sporting major wood. He just didn't have the decency to stick it in me."

Willow turned even redder. "May…maybe he's not into casual sex," she said, not able to look Buffy in the eye.

"Please. He's male. They're all interested in casual sex."

"And he's not…seeing anyone else?"

"Nope," Buffy said, shaking her head. "Honestly, I don't think he's ever had a girlfriend. Man has no idea what a hottie he is."

"So he's, um, a virgin?" Willow whispered the last word, as if she was cursing and didn't want an adult to hear.

"Definitely."

Willow cleared her throat. "I'm not exactly an expert here 'cause hey, virgin myself, but, um…maybe you came on too strong. Scared him."

Buffy frowned. "Scared him?"

"Yeah. I mean, if he's all shy and stuff and he's never been with a girl, and suddenly there's this really pretty one who wants him… I'd be scared in his place."

"Huh." Buffy poked at her lunch with her fork again. She hadn't thought of that. She figured she could just make him such a drooling pile of need that he'd forget all about his shyness and jump her desperate bones. Did she need to go about this a different way, a slow sort of seduction?

Although not too slow, 'cause dammit, she needed to get laid.

Buffy smiled up brightly at the other girl. "Thanks for your advice, Willow."

Willow's brow furrowed. That had been advice? "Um, you're welcome?" she replied. She wondered for a moment what exactly was going on in Buffy's head, but decided she didn't really want to know.

*** *** ***

William stared at Buffy as she stood outside his door. She was wearing that red halter top from the day before and jeans so tight they looked painted on. While his mouth seemed unsure of what to say, his cock certainly knew what it wanted, immediately standing up at attention.

"Rupert went out for the evening, and he gave the servants the night off, so I'm like all alone in that big house over there and really, really bored," Buffy said with a perky smile. She twirled the end of one of her low pigtails, watching how William's eyes zeroed in on the movement. "You like, wanna come over and keep me company?"

"Keep you company?" William repeated, his voice cracking.

"Yeah. We could, I dunno, watch a movie or something. It's just such a big, old house, and I've never been alone in it before." She made her eyes wide, batting her eyelashes. "I'm a little frightened, William."

Despite knowing that he should stay far away from this vixen that could make him achingly hard with just a look, the chivalrous side of William couldn't refuse that request. "Just let me…tell, Mother."

"Okay. I'll wait," Buffy said casually, trying to refrain from doing a happy dance.

William disappeared into the house as Buffy waited patiently in the foyer until he came back, smiling at her. "Ready to go, pet?"

Pet? Oh, Buffy liked that… Much better than "Miss Summers," that was for damn sure. Unless maybe the "Miss Summers" involved her in a leather outfit holding a paddle… She shook her head. This was no time to be thinking about bondage fun. She had a slow seduction to perform.

*** *** ***

Chapter 4:

William was surprised when Buffy actually put on a movie the way she'd suggested. He'd half expected her to try to rip off his clothes the second they were alone, and he wasn't sure if he was disappointed or relieved when she didn't.

His mind said relieved. His cock argued otherwise.

Buffy sat on the other side of the couch, her eyes glued on the large screen of the television. She hadn't said anything to him since the movie started, but William kept glancing over to watch her. She had her knees tucked under her, and she was leaning forward in such a way that it gave him a rather nice view of her barely-covered chest. The dream he'd had the night before popped into his mind, and he flushed in both desire and shame.

About halfway through the movie, Buffy yawned, stretching her arms over her head. William swallowed as he saw her shirt ride up, exposing the bottom of her breasts. His cock jumped in his trousers, and he picked up one of the throw pillows from the couch and put it in his lap.

Buffy noticed that with a small grin. It looked like her plan was working. Time to up the ante… She slid over, resting her head on his shoulder. With wide, innocent eyes, she looked up at him. "Is this all right? I'm sorta sleepy."

"I…I could leave if you want. Let…let you get some sleep."

Buffy shook her head. "No, this is good."

William swallowed, forcing his eyes towards the movie and not the great view of Buffy's cleavage he was currently getting. He clutched the pillow tighter.

After a few moments, Buffy yawned again, this time maneuvering herself so her hand landed beneath the pillow and on top of William's erection. She didn't look at his face, hoping she could make him think that she was oblivious to what she was touching.

William fought to keep his breathing patterns steady with Buffy's hand resting in his lap. He wanted to thrust up, to feel her warmth cupping him, but he fought his body's urges. It would be highly improper for him to do such a thing, and Buffy would have every right to slap him and order him from her home.

Buffy felt him trembling beneath her hand. Taking a deep breath, she began to rub him softly, praying that he didn't bolt. He didn't, only letting out a shuddering breath, followed by a small whimper. Deciding it was now or never, Buffy reached up and unzipped his trousers then dipped her hand in to unbutton the front of his boxers.

William gasped as he realized what she was doing. "Buffy…you shouldn't…"

"Shh…Don't think about it, baby. Just let me make you feel good." She pushed the throw pillow onto the floor as she pulled him out into her hands, her eyes widening at the first sight of his cock. It was just as big and thick as she'd suspected, and her mouth watered. Knowing she wouldn't be satisfied with just giving him a hand job, Buffy leaned down, her tongue swirling around his large cockhead, already leaking with precum.

"BUFFY!" William yelled, his hips shooting up and pushing his cock further into her mouth. He knew he should be horrified at what he was doing, should pull away from her right now and apologize for defiling her in such a way, but it felt too good. Her mouth was so warm and wet, and the way she was sliding it up and down his thick member, moaning as her tongue swirled around him was driving him around the bend.

Then she reached down and pulled out his balls, squeezing them tightly in her hand and he bucked up, his orgasm hitting him with a force he'd never experienced before. He came so hard the world seemed to darken around him, and all he knew was the pleasure Buffy had given him.

He sat on the couch trembling, his dick hanging limply from his open pants. Buffy smiled slowly beside him, wiping the rest of his spending from her lips and chin. Her tongue came out to lick her cum-covered fingers and she moaned, her eyes closing in an expression of pure bliss.

"Buffy…I…we shouldn't have…oh god."

Buffy opened her eyes, taking in the sight of the man beside her. His cock was already hardening again, and the way his glasses sat crookedly on his face turned her on more than she ever would've imagined. Forget slow. She'd gone slow enough for that night. It was getting late, and she still hadn't felt him inside of her. "You wanna fuck me, William?"

"Oh yes…" He shook his head. "I mean, no. I need…I need to go home."

"What you need, is to stick your dick inside me," Buffy said bluntly. "Trust me on this one, buddy. You are wound way too tight."

"I…" William straightened his glasses. "We shouldn't continue. What we've already done tonight has been highly improper."

Buffy grinned. "Which would be the fun part, silly." She tucked him back into his pants, even as he hissed at the confinement. "Come on. Your first time should be in a bed."

"Wait. I…I don't know if I want this."

Buffy arched an eyebrow. "You know you want it, William."

He sighed. She was right. He did know that. Even after what she'd done to him, his cock was still throbbing. "I don't know if we should. It isn't…"

"Proper. Yeah, yeah, I heard you like a million times," Buffy said, rolling her eyes. "You gotta live a little, Will. What if you die tomorrow? A huge bus could come out of nowhere and smack you down. Do you wanna die a virgin?"

William frowned. He'd never thought of it that way before… "I…I don't know."

"Come on. Seize the day." She winked. "And while you're at it, seize my hot little body."

William swallowed. He wanted Buffy, and by some miracle he still couldn't quite fathom, she wanted him, too. Why shouldn't he? Was propriety really that important? Who would it hurt to give into his body's basest desires? "Oh…okay," he said, looking down at the floor.

Buffy fought back the urge to break into a cheer, knowing that would probably only scare him. Instead, she took his hand, leading him back to her bedroom. She could feel his body trembling, and the way his head was hanging down he looked more like a man being led to the gallows than someone about to get laid. She wondered for a split second if this was really going to be worth it. What if he was so nervous that it went badly?

Then she remembered how he'd responded to the blow job she'd given him a few minutes ago and decided that was impossible. She just knew there was a very sensual man in there waiting to be awakened. And she was the one who got to do it… The prospect made her positively giddy.

Buffy brought him into her bedroom, shutting the door behind them. She let go of his hand then, turning on a small lamp beside her bed before going over to the window and drawing the curtains. She tossed a look over her shoulder. "Wouldn't want anyone being able to look in."

William paled. "Buffy, I…"

Buffy chuckled. "It's all right. I know you watched me that night, William."

He gasped, his mortification clearly written on his face. "Buffy, I'm so sorry. I never meant…

"It's okay. I wanted you to. You think I normally frig myself with the curtains open like that?"

William blushed. "I…I still shouldn't have. It…"

Buffy walked back over to him, putting her hands on his chest. "Hey. Don't. It was a show, William—for you. You liked it, didn't you?"

Looking down, William nodded.

"Did you touch yourself? Did watching me make you come?" Buffy asked, her voice low and husky.

William shivered, lust warring with his embarrassment, and he nodded again.

Buffy leaned in and nipped his earlobe. "Good." Her hands went to the buttons of William's shirt, undoing them slowly before pushing the cotton off his shoulders. She went slack-jawed at the sight of the chest now bared to her. She'd thought he probably had a great body, but this was like chiseled marble standing in her bedroom. She felt light headed, bells and whistles going off in her mind. Jackpot!

She'd stopped, staring at him, and William had no idea what her internal monologue currently consisted of. Instead, his insecurity made him assume her mind had taken a turn in the opposite direction. "I'm…I'm sure I'm not as attractive as men you've…known…in the past. If…if you want to turn off the lights, I'll understand."

Buffy's eyes shot up to look at his face. "Huh? Do you, like, own a mirror, 'cause damn. You're freaking hot." She ran her hands down his perfectly-formed six pack abs. "Do you work out?"

"I…I like to stay in shape."

"And boy is it a nice shape." Buffy grinned, licking her lips. "Come on, let's get that gorgeous cock of yours back out." She reached down to take off his pants, this time letting them fall all the way to his ankles. She knelt in front of him, taking off his shoes and socks and guiding him to step out of his pants and boxers. Buffy looked up, her breath catching at the sight of him completely naked in front of her. Unable to help herself, she took hold of his penis, sucking it into her mouth.

"Oh GOD!" William yelled, the feel of her heat around him completely unexpected. His hand came down, taking hold of one of her pigtails, and Buffy moaned. He tasted so good… Like liquid sex rolling around on her tongue.

But then she reminded herself that she wanted him fucking her, and she pulled away, rising to her feet. She placed her hands against his chest and guided him over to the bed, pushing him down as the back of his knees hit the mattress. William slid up to rest against the pillows, his gaze no longer turned away from Buffy.

Buffy gave him a slow smile as she undressed, a thrill rushing through her as she watched him watching her, his eyes darkening with lust. She reached up, pulling the bands from her hair and shaking it out before she came down on top of him, straddling his waist. To her surprise and delight, his hands went to her hips, gripping her tightly. Buffy grinned. "Like what you see?"

"Oh yeah," William replied, his voice taking on a new quality that she hadn't heard before. His need was growing stronger than his trepidation, and Buffy was thrilled. Something told her this was going to be one hell of a ride.

She reached down and grasped his cock, starting to guide it inside of her before he stopped, grabbing her wrist to still her. She looked up at him, frowning. "Is something wrong?"

"Protection?" he asked softly, his voice trembling.

Buffy felt herself warm even more towards him at his concern. "I'm on the Pill. And I'm clean as far as disease go, I swear. But if you don't want to…"

William shook his head. "No, I trust you."

Buffy leaned down to kiss him softly, moaning as his tongue came to meet hers. There was so much passion in this man that it made her heart ache… She pulled back up, licking her lips to catch the lingering taste of him. "Ready?" she asked.

William nodded. "Yes."

Buffy lowered herself onto his cock, moaning at the way he filled her. Even as wet as she was, she was having a hard time taking him all, his length and girth both stretching her limits. Determined to have all of him, she pushed her hips down, crying out as he slid the rest of the way in.

William closed his eyes, taking deep breaths to calm himself. He'd never felt anything quite like this in his life. He'd thought her mouth had felt good… "Oh. Buffy…" he said softly, reverently.

Buffy didn't think she'd ever felt quite like this before. The look on William's face was one of tortured bliss, and the beauty of it made her want to cry. She wanted to stay just like that, to cradle him inside of her forever, but her body was driving her to move, to set the age old rhythm of lovers. She leaned down to kiss him quickly again before she pulled up, starting a slow pace. William groaned, his grip on her tightening.

Soon, she was moving fast, William's hips thrusting up to meet her. He was trembling, his eyes shut and his jaw tight, and she knew he was fighting to hold off his orgasm. She was already close herself, the tension she'd been feeling since she'd danced with him at the party flaring to almost unbearable proportions, and her hand went to her clit, her fingers rubbing it hard as she desperately sought her release.

William's eyes opened and he caught sight of her hand on her pussy. Moving one of his hands from her hip, he pushed her hand away, replacing her fingers with his, instinct taking over in his need to bring her pleasure as well. The first touch of his fingers to her clit was electric, and Buffy let out a loud keening wail, her hips bucking sporadically.

Then it hit her. The orgasm that had been building since the moment she'd first touched him slammed through her, and she screamed at the top of her lungs, her back arching. She felt William coming inside of her, his cock spasming as he called her name, shooting his thick cum into her body. The sensation set her every nerve ablaze and another orgasm rode the tail of the other one, making her shake uncontrollably until she collapsed against him in a heap.

She was vaguely aware of William's hand stroking her back as she returned to herself. She was still trembling, the aftershocks not seeming to want to die down. "Is…is it always like that?" William asked shakily.

"I…It's never been like that for me before," Buffy admitted.

"Really?"

"Yeah. You…god, that was fucking incredible."

William chuckled, the after effects of the orgasm he'd just had making him feel giddy. "It was. You're…you're amazing, Buffy."

Buffy lifted her head, smiling at him as she stroked his cheek. "Aren't you glad you said to hell with propriety?"

"Bloody hell, yeah."

Buffy laughed, rolling over so she was curled up at his side. "I knew…I knew it would be good, but I didn't…I had no idea how good."

"Me either." William ran his hand down the side of her face, grazing the edges of her long, blonde hair. "Buffy?"

"Hmm?"

"Was…was that just a one time thing?"

"I don't want it to be," Buffy replied. And she really, really didn't. She wanted to fuck this man in a million different places, a million different ways. She'd looked past the exterior no one else cared to even give as much as a second glance to and found herself her own personal Adonis. If he wanted rid of her now, he'd have to pry her off…

"Me either," William said. "I…I want to get to know you better."

"I want to get to know you better, too."

"And I also want to have sex with you again. A lot." As soon as the words were out of his mouth, William blushed, and Buffy laughed, glad to see that what they'd just done hadn't completely killed all of his adorable innocence.

"Me, too."

William kissed the top of her head, and the two of them were silent for a long while, content to just hold each other as they basked in the afterglow.

*** *** ***

Chapter 5:

William didn't want to move. He'd never imagined that being with a woman could be like this, could make him feel so at peace. He'd always assumed that if he ever did find himself in bed with someone, he'd only manage it bollix it all up and make a fool of himself.

Yet Buffy had seemed to enjoy being with him. He'd given her pleasure during the act, and afterwards she'd told him she wanted to do it again. And she liked him. Actually liked him. A beautiful, sexy, intelligent woman liked him. It was almost too good to believe.

But he couldn't stay with her now, no matter how much he wanted to just fall asleep right there with her in his arms. His mother would be waking him early in the morning to get ready for his tutor, and he didn't want to have to explain to her why he was in the neighbor's bed instead of his own. "Buffy?" he said softly.

"You need to go, don't you?" Buffy asked, the sudden tenseness of his body cluing her in to what he was thinking.

"I'm sorry, pet. I want to stay the night with you, I really do, but…"

Buffy propped herself up on his chest so she could look at his face. "It's okay. I understand. But we'll see each other again tomorrow, right?"

"Oh, absolutely."

Buffy kissed him softly. "Great. I'll be looking forward to it." She leaned in and licked his neck slowly, making William moan. "Although if I think about it too much, it's just gonna get my pussy all wet."

"Oh god," William groaned, his cock twitching.

"Are you sure you have to leave right now?" Buffy asked, running her hands up and down his growing length almost absent-mindedly. "It's not too late, you know. We could go again. If you're up for it, that is."

William's eyes darkened. Suddenly, he rolled them over, his cock pushing into her in one hard stroke. Buffy cried out in surprise, her hips bucking. William froze then, paling as he realized what he'd done. "Buffy…I…I'm sorry. I didn't mean…I don't know why I…" He started to pull out of her, his head hanging in shame.

Buffy wrapped both her arms and legs around him tightly. "Don't…don't go," she said, panting. William's sudden move had surprised her—especially coming from him—but it had also turned her on. She'd wanted to see the sensual side he kept buried beneath the surface, and she wasn't about to push him away now that she had. "Fuck me, William," she moaned. "Fuck me hard."

Delighted that his unplanned move hadn't gotten himself thrown from Buffy's bed, William did as she asked, pistoning in and out of her. He watched her as she writhed beneath him, noticing the changes in her expression depending on how he moved. When he twisted his hips a certain way and changed his angle, Buffy's eyes widened, a scream erupting from her.

"OH FUCK THERE!"

William made sure to hit the same spot inside her with every thrust, loving the sounds it was pulling from Buffy. Her fingernails were scoring his back, and he noted that he was enjoying the bit of pain, though he was too far gone for that to bother him at the moment. Instead, he propped his weight on one arm before reaching the other between them, rubbing her clit as he had the time before, remembering how it had made her react.

Buffy jerked beneath him, her hips slamming into his. Her nails dug deeper into his shoulders before her entire body went rigid, her inner muscles clamping down on his cock so hard that it made William's head spin.

"OH GOD YES, WILLIAM—WILLIAM!"

It was the last scream of his name that sent him over, and he erupted inside her until all he could do was collapse in a sweaty heap. He trembled, his head resting at the crook of her neck, his brain barely functional. Hearing a woman scream his name like that—it had been more than he'd ever even allowed himself to hope for.

He didn't realize he had tears in his eyes until he lifted his head and Buffy wiped them away with her thumb. He blushed then, ducking his head again. "I'm…sorry. You must think I'm such a git, being weepy."

Buffy shook her head, her throat constricting. She'd moved this beautiful man to tears… Unable to speak, she pulled his head down to hers, kissing him softly. When they broke apart, she ran her hand across his cheek. "So beautiful," she told him. "Amazing."

"No, pet, you're the one who's beautiful. I'm…I'm nothing. Not even worthy enough to be here with you."

Buffy gripped his shoulders tight. "Don't say that. Don't ever say that. And certainly don't think it. If other people can't see you, William, then it's their problem—not yours. I've only known you for a few days, and already I've seen more kindness and warmth in you than I ever have in anyone else. You've got such a good heart. I'm honored to get to touch even a part of it."

"Oh, Buffy, it's all yours," William said, his eyes tearing up again. "My heart, my soul—it's bloody all yours."

Buffy leaned up and kissed his cheek, tasting the salt of his tears. "William…you take my breath away," she whispered.

William captured her mouth with his again, resigning himself to the fact that it would be quite late indeed before he got home.

*** *** ***

The house was dark when William returned, and he crept up to his room, taking only a moment to check in on his mother and make sure that she was all right. He felt a small amount of guilt for going off that night to do what he'd done with Buffy, but he couldn't really make himself regret it. For the first time in his life, he'd felt truly wanted. Even if in the light of day Buffy wanted nothing to do with him—which a part of him was almost expecting—he'd never wish it hadn't happened. For one night, she'd given him what he'd spent so long searching for.

As he started to dress for bed, he noticed a small bulge in the back pocket of his trousers. He reached in, a smile crossing his lips as he pulled out Buffy's panties. She must've slipped them in there when they were kissing good night, the little minx… He knew it was dirty, but he couldn't help but raise them to his nose, breathing in her heady scent. He'd never imagined a woman could smell quite like that, and it was intoxicating. He'd wanted to bury his nose in the source of that glorious scent, but he hadn't, unsure of how Buffy would react to that. Maybe next time he could build up the courage to ask her if that would be all right.

Next Time… Oh, he hoped there would be one of those. She said there would be, but a woman as amazing as Buffy…he wouldn't blame her if she came to her senses and realized she could do much better than him. But in the meantime, he'd hope for a little more time to drown in her beautiful paradise.

Lines of poetry swam through his mind, but he was too tired of make sense of them then. His body ached in all sorts of places, and all he wanted to do was crawl in his bed and sleep. He'd prefer it if Buffy was there in his arms, but he'd settle for her panties tonight.

William stripped down to his boxers, frowning as he realized they'd gotten stained at some point that night. He knew he should get a new pair, but he was too worn to deal with walking across the room and getting them from his dresser. Instead, he tossed them into his hamper and climbed into the bed, amazed to find how much he liked the feel of the blanket against his bare skin.

Buffy's panties were still bunched in his hand, and he brought them to his face, inhaling deeply one more time before he drifted off to sleep with a smile.

*** *** ***

"William? It's time to wake up, darling."

William's eyes opened and he groaned, the idea of being awake not appealing to him in the least. His body ached in a way he wasn't familiar with, and all he wanted to do was go back to sleep.

"Sweetheart, your tutor will be here in an hour and breakfast is almost on the table."

He woke a little more then, realizing where he was. He was lying naked in bed with a woman's panties wadded in his grip and his mother was knocking on his door trying to wake him up. He heard the doorknob start to turn and his eyes popped open. "I'm…I'm awake, Mother!" he said quickly. "Just…just about to get into the shower!"

"All right, dear. Breakfast will be on the table when you're ready."

"Thank you, Mother!" William breathed a sigh of relief as he heard his mother walk away from his door. She'd probably have a heart attack if she saw him in his current state.

The fact that his cock was currently the most awake part of his body wouldn't have helped matters in the least. Buffy's scent was still on her panties, and it was affecting him just as strongly as it had the night before. He buried his nose in them, shivering. He could still remember the feel of her, under him, on top of him—surrounding him.

William wanted to touch her again now. He'd thought his body had ached for her before… Now that he'd had her, the desire was nearly unbearable. He knew he needed to get out of bed, take his shower, get dressed, and join his mother for breakfast, but the throbbing of his cock was too much to be ignored. He'd always thought of masturbation as something dirty—sinful—but he wasn't listening to that part of his brain as he wrapped his hand around his cock.

He realized with a start that he still had a hold of Buffy's panties, and they were now sliding up and down his penis and he jacked himself off. It made the act even more depraved, but he couldn't stop. The silk felt too good running over his aching erection, and the knowledge that the skimpy undergarment had once been on Buffy's body made him even harder.

"Beating off with my panties? You are one dirty little boy."

William sat straight up, his eyes wide as he turned to see Buffy standing beside his bed. "What…how?"

"Climbed in through the window. There's a tree right outside, great for that." She pulled off her shirt.

"What…what are you doing?"

Buffy rolled her eyes. "Fucking you. Duh," she replied, slipping off her shoes and pants.

"We…we can't. M…Mother is downstairs."

"Didn't seem to bother you a second ago when you were pulling your own chain," Buffy said, climbing up on the bed. "Don't worry, I'll be as quiet as a little mouse." She took his hand off his cock and sunk her body down in its place.

"OH GOD!"

Buffy shook her head and clucked her tongue. "See, now you're the one who's being loud. We can't have that." She pulled her panties from his hand and pushed them into his mouth.

William's eyes widened. It had been bad enough to wank off with the panties, but this… This had to be very, very wrong. He could taste her on the silk, and much to his surprise, it was turning him on. How perverted was he?

Apparently very perverted, because it wasn't long until he was coming hard inside of her, moaning behind the panties still shoved in his mouth. Buffy bit her lip and whimpered, arching her back before she slumped forward, panting against his chest. After a moment, she sat back up, pulled the panties from his mouth, and kissed him. "Good morning."

"G…good morning," William said, swallowing. "Why…why did you just do that?"

Buffy shrugged. "Woke up horny. I mean, I'm also sore as hell, 'cause damn we went at it like crazed weasels last night, but I still wanted you again."

"Sore?" William frowned. "I hurt you?"

"Oh, baby, don't look sad about it," Buffy said, kissing him softly. "It's a good kind of sore. A 'my boyfriend's got a humongous cock' kinda sore."

"I…" William stopped, blinking. "I'm your boyfriend?"

"Shit," Buffy thought, realizing she'd broken her cardinal rule of dating. Always let the man verbally define the relationship first. She'd learned all too well in the past that what she thought the situation with a guy was often was not the same thing he believed it to be. She'd thought William would be different with all his innocence and sweetness, but maybe she'd been wrong. Even the nerdy guys had to be keen on the idea of a friend with benefits, right? "I…it just slipped. I mean, you don't have to be my boyfriend if you don't want to be. I wasn't…" She looked down.

Her sudden nervousness startled William. Buffy had been nothing but confident from the first moment they'd met. But now it seemed as if that confidence only applied to the physical aspects of their relationship. He cupped her cheek. "I want to be your boyfriend, Buffy. If you'll have me, that is."

Buffy looked up again, smiling. "I'd…I'd like that." As soon as it had appeared, the shy girl was gone, replaced by the confident vixen who'd seduced his pants off before he'd had a chance to blink. "Okay, I need to go get ready for school, and you need to shower before you go downstairs because you so smell like sex."

William sniffed, wrinkling his nose. "That's what that is?"

"Yup." She leaned in and kissed him deeply before getting off his lap. She was limping slightly as she gathered her clothes and dressed, and while he did feel concern for her, William also experienced a flood of manly pride as he realized he was the one who had done that to her. After years of being tormented for not being enough of a man, he loved the thrill he felt from knowing just how much of a man he could be for Buffy.

After she was dressed again, Buffy kissed him one more time before climbing out the window with a wink. William flopped back on the bed, wondering how he was going to get through the day without spontaneously combusting thinking about Buffy…

*** *** ***

"You were still over at the Giles residence when I went to sleep last night, William."

William looked up sharply at his mother's comment as they sat together at the breakfast table. "I'm sorry, Mother. We were watching a movie, and we lost track of time." William tried not to wince at the almost lie. It was technically the truth, wasn't it?

"It's quite all right, William," his mother replied. "I'm happy to see you spending time with someone your own age. Though I would prefer you to get to bed earlier on weeknights. You seemed to have quite a difficult time getting up this morning."

William struggled with his blush. Oh, he'd had no trouble getting up at all… "Buffy and I will keep better track of the time from now on," he promised.

"So you will be seeing her again?"

William nodded. "Yes." He couldn't help the smile that formed. "I really like her, Mother."

His mother smiled in return. "Oh, William, that's wonderful! Have you spoken to her about it? Do you know of her feelings?"

"Yes, I have," William said, his mind drifting back to his conversation with Buffy earlier that morning. "She likes me, too."

His mother was practically beaming now. "Then she must be a very intelligent young woman. So do I get to meet her soon?"

William swallowed. Would Buffy behave herself in front of his mother? Certainly she wouldn't do any of the things she normally did in the older woman's presence. But then again, he'd never been around Buffy when she wasn't doing something sexually provocative. "I'll talk to her about it."

"William, is there some reason why you don't want me to meet her?"

"No," William insisted quickly, not wanting to say anything that would make his mother frown on his relationship with Buffy. "It's just, well…" He cleared his throat. "It's so new with her, and I'm not sure how serious it is for her yet. Introducing her to you already might scare her off."

"All right. I can understand that," his mother said. "But I want to meet her soon, William."

"You will, Mother."

"Good." She reached over and patted his hand. "Now eat your breakfast."

*** *** ***

Chapter 6:

"Up for a study break?"

William looked up from the textbook he'd been reading when Buffy climbed in his window. "Someone's going to see you doing that," he said.

Buffy pouted. "That's the hello I get. I'm hurt."

"You…you just shouldn't sneak in here like that," William said, closing his book. "It might make people think…"

"That I'm sneaking into your room to fuck your brains out?" Buffy asked perkily.

William blushed. "Well, yes."

Buffy shook her head. "You are something else, you know that? Just this morning, I caught you with my panties around your dick and then proceeded to fuck you—while using said panties as a gag, I might add—and yet you still manage to blush at the thought of someone speculating about what we might be doing up here."

William turned redder. "It…it's proper for a young woman to be sneaking into a gentleman's room in such a manner."

Buffy rolled her eyes, walking over to the bed and pushing his books off of it. "Baby, when are you going to get it through your head that I don't care about proper?" She got up on the bed, kneeling in front of him. "Now are you happy to see me or not?"

"I…I am, but…my mother is home and awake. You…you shouldn’t be here like this."

"Like what?" Buffy asked. "I'm just sitting here. Fully dressed and everything. And besides, your mother was home this morning, too."

"Yes, but I didn't use good judgment this morning," William said, wishing his cock wasn't already responding to her. He shouldn't do anything with her when there was a chance his mother could catch them. "And I know you're not planning to stay fully clothed."

Buffy's eyes widened, her mouth forming an "O." "William! You naughty boy! What are you suggesting—that I would only come to you with sex on my mind? And here I thought you wanted me for more than my body!"

"Buffy…I…I didn't mean to assume…I…"

Buffy broke out into a fit of laughter. "It's just too easy with you. Silly boy, of course I want sex. Now strip."

"We shouldn't. May…maybe later. After mother has gone to bed."

"But Willlliam," Buffy whined. "I'm horny noooooooow."

William closed his eyes as a shiver ran through him. He'd always thought himself to be intelligent, prided himself on the fact that even if he didn't have looks and social skills he at least had a brain. But when Buffy was around, it seemed like he didn't even have that anymore. He was hers completely, nothing but a quivering mass of desire, desperate for her touch.

"So, you feel like learning how to eat pussy?"

William's eyes snapped open at her question. "What?"

"My pussy. Wanna eat it?" Buffy asked with a smirk.

William turned his usual shade of deep red. He wasn't sure he understood Buffy completely, but he did enough to know it was something dirty. "I…I don't know."

"Well, then we'll just have to find out." Buffy stood and started to remove her clothes. When William did nothing but stare, she put her hands on her hips. "This is a naked party, William. Clothing is not allowed."

William swallowed, licking his lips as he stood and began to disrobe. Buffy smiled as she got on the bed, lying down with her legs spread. "What…what am I supposed to do?" he asked.

"Put your head between my legs," Buffy instructed, the mischievous twinkle that William had come to both love and dread in her eyes.

He nodded, climbing shakily to the bed. He remembered his desire from the night before to smell the delicious scent that had been on her panties straight from the source, and he thrilled at the idea of getting to do so even as he was filled with trepidation. Putting his mouth there. That sounded quite improper indeed. But Buffy had done the equivalent for him, and he'd enjoyed it. Would she experience as much pleasure as he had?

William settled himself between her legs, looking down at her bare pussy. Even after having sex with her the night before and that morning, he still hadn't really gotten a chance to get a good look at this particular part of her anatomy. It wasn't quite what he expected, with all the folds of pink, delicate flesh. Yet, like the rest of her, it was far from unattractive. "You're beautiful here," he said softly, the words coming from his mouth almost unbidden.

Buffy looked down at him. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." He closed his eyes, breathing in deeply. "And your scent…it's intoxicating."

Buffy shivered. Could this man get any better? He had abs of steel, a cock that would make a horse jealous, and he wasn't turned off by getting up close and personal with her womanly bits? She wondered if maybe she'd died on the way to that party and this was Heaven. She could be quite happy right here for all eternity. "Go ahead, baby," she said, arching her hips a little.

"I'm…I'm not exactly sure what to do," William admitted.

"That's okay. Just take some time to explore," Buffy told him. "Touch me with your fingers. You've already proven you're good at that. And I'd love for you to use your mouth, but some guys don't like the taste, and I won't force it on you."

William nodded, telling himself to just not be so shy. Buffy wanted him to do this. And he'd done a good job with her so far. Why should he be afraid?

"Because you could make a wrong move and make her never want to speak to you again, you git," chided his inner voice. He shook his head, trying not to listen to it. Buffy was waiting for him to make her feel good. Tentatively, he ran his index finger between her folds, smiling slightly when he heard Buffy whimper.

"That's good, baby. Touch me some more."

He ran his finger up and down, feeling warm liquid come from her as he did. He remembered feeling the same thing whenever he'd been inside her, and he took a deep breath as he decided to ask about it. "You're….you're wet down here."

"Mmm…yeah," Buffy said, practically purring. "It's 'cause you're making me hot."

"So…it's not…always wet?"

Buffy gave him a saucy grin. "It is when you're around. But no, not always. Not like this. Means I'm horny."

"Oh." William remembered there had been damp fluid on her panties and assumed it must've have been this. He recalled the faint taste of it when she'd shoved those panties in his mouth, and wanted to know what it tasted like fresh. And Buffy had said she wanted that, too... He stuck his tongue out tentatively, pressing it against her.

Buffy whimpered at the light contact. "More, baby. Lick me."

William was emboldened by her encouragement, and he pressed more of his tongue against her, moaning at her taste. Buffy bit her lip to stop herself from crying out, keeping her vocalizations down to tiny mewls and whimpers as William licked her in earnest. When he pushed his tongue inside her, her hips shot up before she could control them, her hand going down to grab his hair.

William's eyes opened in surprise at Buffy's sudden reaction, but he took it as a sign that she was enjoying what he was doing and didn't stop. Her fingers were tugging at his hair, but it didn't bother him. Instead, he found he kind of liked it, much as he had when she'd scratched him with her nails before. He lapped at the inside of her hungrily, making near-guttural sounds as he did. Her taste and scent were driving him wild. It was like pure essence of Buffy, and he couldn't get enough.

Buffy thrashed on the bed, William's enthusiasm more than making up for his lack of experience. She'd never known a man to be this into giving oral sex, and it was driving her crazy. He had her so close, her body tense, waiting for that final push. "My…my clit…" she said between pants. "Lick it, baby."

William pulled his tongue out of her, hearing her whimper as he did. She'd told him to lick her clit, but he could tell she'd liked having something inside of her as well. Deciding to improvise, he slid his finger inside her pussy as he moved his mouth up. He reached out with his tongue, looking for the nub he'd felt under his fingers the night before, and licked it, flicking back and forth as he slid his finger in and out of her.

Buffy groaned, her grip on his hair tightening. "M…more…" Buffy begged. "Another finger. And…and curve them up…"

William did as she said, his fingertips pushing up against the roof of her pussy as he did. Buffy bit her lip so hard she drew blood as she came, arching into his mouth. Her body shook violently, and when she finally flopped back to the mattress, she felt boneless.

"Holy fuck," Buffy panted. She looked down at William who was now kneeling between her legs, licking his lips. "You're good."

"I…I am?" He pushed his glasses back up on the bridge of his nose. He thought it would probably be safer for them if he took them off when he was with Buffy, but he wanted to be able to see her clearly. She was so beautiful…

"Oh, yeah. You eat pussy like a pro, baby." She smiled at him, shivering at the sight of his disheveled appearance. She'd mussed his hair but good, and the curls were more prominent than usual. She held her arms out. "C'mere."

William moved up beside her without protest. "Yes?"

"Wanna play with your hair," she told him, her fingers immediately working their way through the tresses.

"Why do you want to do that?" William asked, though he was arching into her touch like a cat. "I have horrible hair."

"No you don't," Buffy said. "I mean, yeah, you could use better styling tips, but it's not a lost cause. These curls have some definite merit. Just need to work with them some."

"I…I don't think so."

"I do," Buffy said. She gave him puppy dog eyes. "Let me do your hair?"

William couldn't tell her no—not when she was naked, flushed from orgasm, and looking at him like that. "Okay."

"Great! I'll make an appointment with my stylist."

"What?!"

Buffy rolled her eyes. "You said I could do your hair."

"I said you could do my hair."

"But the stylist will do a better job," Buffy argued. "I mean, do you really want to let me near your head with scissors?"

"I don’t know. It doesn't seem…"

Buffy rolled her eyes before sliding down his body, taking his cock in her mouth. She sucked eagerly for a few minutes before pulling up, crossing her arms over his abs and resting her chin on them.

William looked down at her, wild-eyed and obviously confused. "Wha…"

"Go see my stylist?"

"Yes, anything you want…" William promised. He pushed his hips up. "Please Buffy…"

Buffy grinned as her mouth engulfed him again.

*** *** ***

William watched Buffy as she lay on his chest, her eyes closed and a contented smile on her face. "Happy, luv?" he asked softly, brushing her hair away from her forehead.

Buffy's smile grew. "Mmmhmm. You fuck good."

William chuckled, dropping a kiss on top of her head. The sex they'd had after the blow job she'd given him had been incredible, but this… Having a woman so content to lay there in his arms made him happier than he'd ever remembered being before. "Buffy?"

"Hmm?"

"Do…do you think if I change my hair, people will stop teasing me as much?"

Buffy opened her eyes, looking at him now. "Maybe. Could be a start."

William sighed. "I'm so tired of being an outcast, Buffy. I…I know my poetry isn't very good, but when they mock it…"

Buffy vaguely remembered hearing some of the guys in Cecily's group tearing into someone who had written poetry back at the party. That had been William? Her heart broke to think of this poor, unassuming, gentle man being subjected to that. "Oh, honey. Do they do that a lot?"

He looked down and nodded. "All…all the time. It's why Mother started getting me a private tutor. I…I couldn't get through a day of school without…without them teasing me."

Buffy's stomach turned. If it had been bad enough for his mother to pull him out of school, it had to have been more than teasing. "How bad was it?"

William swallowed. It embarrassed him to think about the things that had been done to him, how often he'd been the object of ridicule and torment. Would Buffy think less of him if she knew? Would she finally realize how much better than him she was? "It…it was bad."

"Did they hurt you?"

William nodded, a lump forming in his throat. He didn't want to tell her any more, didn't want to tell her how they'd hit him, laughing when it made him cry. He'd never been able to take it, never been able to be tough.

Buffy pulled his head to her chest, stroking his hair. "We can show them, William. We can show them what you can be."

"How?" he asked, looking up.

Buffy smiled softly at him. "Well, you already get major bonus points for having such a damn sexy girlfriend. I mean, snagging someone like me just screams cool." She winked at him, and William smiled, relaxing a little. "And as an added bonus, I'm also like the fashion queen. Let me take you shopping after we get you hair done. A new wardrobe, maybe some contacts—you'll be like a new man."

William looked down. "I'm not sure how you can stand to look at the man I am now."

"Don't do that. Please," Buffy said. "I'd like you just as much if you stayed this way. You're a very good looking man, Will. But you don't—accentuate your accents. You've got a great body, but you hide it with the type of clothes you wear. And while I do admit, I find your glasses quite sexy, they hide those beautiful eyes of yours. You won't really have to change anything about yourself to be totally model-gorgeous, babe. You just need to learn to show off what you've got."

"I…I can try."

"Trust me, William. You've got major assets." Buffy grinned, pinching him on his behind. "Emphasis on the ass."

William chuckled softly. He knew Buffy was just placating him, trying to cheer him up because he'd gone and acted like an enormous git around her again, but it still warmed him to know that she cared enough to at least pretend he wasn't a helpless case. He pulled up, kissing her. "Thank you."

"For what?"

"For being kind to me."

Buffy's heart clenched. He was grateful for simple kindness? She felt a surge of protectiveness towards the man in her arms. He may not believe that he had the potential to become a major hottie, but she knew he did. She'd show those people who had been mean to him, especially that bitch Cecily. Let the skank know exactly what she'd passed up on.

Buffy smiled to herself as she made her plans for William.

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