Buffy Beaten update

Xander slipped into the locker room. He had the gym class schedules down pat in his head and knew there’d be no one washing up in there, no one at all there except the stoners who could toke up there. And they wouldn’t be smoking anything after the neighborhood weed dealer got vamped last week. He had a green light to take care of business. 

Stripping and grabbing a towel, Xander went to the showers, picking the stall at the furthest end of the room and turning the water on full blast. He could release some tension, settle himself down for the rest of the day, and all he’d get for his trouble was a slap on the wrist for the tardy. The perfect crime.

Closing his eyes, Xander thought of Buffy. Buffy running, Buffy kicking, all the tight little outfits and little joking comments he could take as come-ons. ‘Thanks so much Xander, you’re the best!’ ‘I owe you big time, Xand.’ ‘Please, Xander? Please, please, please…?’ It took little effort to move over the well-worn roads of his hoarded memories and twist them into a fantasy, something with the flavor of his trysts with Cordelia, but not so—stop and go. No, Buffy would let him go and go and go. ‘Thanks, Xander… I really needed this… it’s so big, Xander… Xander, are you sure it’ll fit?’

“Oh fuh-fuck yes, yes--!”

Xander’s eyes opened. That hadn’t been him. He poked his head out of the stall and saw steam coming from a stall further down the line, water running along the tiles to the drain in the center of the floor. He’d managed to miss someone else coming in for a shower, and sounding like they really enjoyed it. What’s more, either that someone’s balls were taking way too long to drop or that was a woman.

A note of panic crept into Xander’s thinking. Had he gone into the girls’ locker room by mistake or had she accidentally come into the boys’? It didn’t matter. He was screwed either way. Xander could just imagine the kind of hay Snyder would make of a boy and a girl showering together, and he’d get the worst of it! Half the school already thought he was a sex pervert—what would they think of this? What would Cordelia think?

God, is this punishment for a little wishful thinking about Buffy instead of my unofficial girlfriend? Because that’s entrapment, if it is. No masturbation is one thing, but being allowed to masturbate as long as you think about your significant other, that is just sadistic.

The shower water stopped coming down. Xander hid himself inside his own stall, all but the one side of his head he needed to see outside. Despite his worry over being branded a sex predator, he couldn’t pass up his chance to see a real live girl naked. If she’d come into the guys’ locker room, it was her own damn fault.

Then Willow stepped out of the shower. His eyes shot open as her naked breasts came into view, streams of water winding down all of her pale body. His gaze flickered to Willow’s legs, looking between her thighs, her pussy lips swollen, glowing—from doing exactly what Xander had been doing. The boy wondered if that was the feminine equivalent of a hard-on.

Right then, Xander would have laughed if he’d been told Willow didn’t think of herself as pretty. Those small but firm tits, with the bright cherry nipples that poked out into the air like they had something to prove, and her trim, slender body, with its pert buttocks and the alluring contrast between her creamy white skin and the shock of red hair slicked down her neck. 

She’d been touching herself, Xander thought, his erection returning full force from his nervousness shrinking it, droning on with arousal. There was no other way Willow would’ve sworn. He wondered what she’d thought of when she made herself come.

Willow reached for one of the towels hanging from the rack, wrapping it around her shoulders. Her skin shone luminously in the sun from the skylights. Grabbing another towel, Willow turbaned it around her wet hair. She patted the moisture from her perky breasts, absently walking out of the shower area to the lockers.

Xander helplessly followed, reaching to turn off his showerhead but then thinking to leave it on so she wouldn’t grow suspicious. Oh geez, Harris, now we’re in it, some inner voice said to him. You’re not just looking now, you’re peeping, Tom. You’re following her, you’re allaying her suspicions, and not only that, but it’s Willow, your best friend! You would kick someone else’s ass if you caught them spying on her like this!

Fuck off, Xander thought, also to himself. Are you seeing this?

He crept out to the lockers, where Willow had placed herself at a sink, her reflection staring back at her in a mirror above. With her facing away from him, Xander had a perfect view of her ass. His eyes stared deeper and deeper into the subtle swell of her firm buttocks and the dark valley where they pressed together. 

As he kept looking, it only became natural for his hand to find its way to his cock again, and he worked its turgid length as he looked up and down Willow’s long, sculpted legs, imagining them wrapped around his waist as he took her. Unlike Buffy and Cordelia, he’d never thought of Willow sexually before, never imagined her as the second player in his imaginary fun and games. Now, the vision of it hit him with the force of an exploding taboo.

Willow took the towel from her shoulders and carefully ran it over her sex. A little pulse zapped her as the rough material brushed over her clit. Spreading her legs, she reached further and rubbed it along her taint.

It nearly choked Xander, but he stifled the groan working its way up his throat. As he watched Willow dry her legs, his hand sped up on his cock. He was still terrified of being caught, but that only made the strokes along his length feel sweeter.

Willow felt oddly good, like an echo of when she’d touched herself with the towel, but the feeling passed soon. She couldn’t explain it. But she liked it. Maybe it was the naughtiness of doing this at school… where anyone could catch her…

Xander saw Willow tremble and knew she’d felt herself being watched. He froze, his manhood trembling inside of his fingers, but that was his only motion. He should’ve turned and run, he knew, but he just wanted to keep looking. If Willow walked up to him with a knife and plunged it into his heart, he didn’t know if he’d be able to resist seeing her naked body up close.

Willow turned to hang up her towel. Something caught at the corner of her eye like a gnat buzzing next to her. It looked like Xander poking his head out from the shower area, but that was impossible. In the girls’ locker room? She knew he was like a guy, but he wasn’t some guy. 

But she couldn’t forget about it. Slowly, deliberately, Willow turned back to the mirror over the sink. She moved subtly to see behind herself. There he was. Xander. Right behind her. Staring at her naked ass.

Willow didn’t know what to think. How long had he been watching her? Did he… did he like what he saw? Maybe if she showed him a little more… God, this was the most attention she’d gotten from Xander Harris… ever… and from all appearances, Xander was naked too. She could make out some of his… guyness. He had a great build. She didn’t want to embarrass him. She was so confused! She hadn’t even known she’d had the kind of body that guys liked to look at, but she couldn’t imagine Xander staring at Buffy any harder than he was looking at her. It was impossible. His eyes were popping out of his head as it was. 

Thoughts flittered through Willow’s mind. Thoughts as foreign to her as the very idea of Xander seeing her naked. She wanted him to keep looking at her, didn’t she? 

There was a bottle of scented oil on the sink. Willow picked it up, filled her hand with some, and lifted her right foot up onto the sink—purposely turning herself to give Xander a good view.

Xander watched Willow’s hand travel up her right ankle, up her calf, over her knee and her thigh. The smell of the scented oil reached his flaring nostrils. It smelled like posies. Agony holding himself still now. He ran his hand up and down his cock. It felt better than ever. Not like he was playing himself with some pathetic fantasy, but like he was fucking Willow. He wasn’t fucking his hand, he was fucking that sweet cunt Willow was showing him. It felt so damn good…

More wicked thoughts flitting through Willow, but not her mind now. They were physical things, in the pit of her stomach. Tremors. Willow dropped her right leg and put her left leg up on the sink. She carefully applied the scented oil to it, feeling Xander’s eyes on her, sensing him jerking off. She’d known that guys did that, but it’d always struck her as silly and weird and gross. Now she could see how hot it was.

Fuck yourself for me, she thought, blushing, her cheeks on fire.

She rubbed the oil into her inner thigh, but she didn’t stop at her thigh.

Xander panted, seeing Willow’s oily fingers dipping into her groin. He could hear a moist sound—that was her pussy. She was touching herself. Willow feverishly worked her hand against her cunt. Fucking herself, just like he was. Xander breathed hard, like he could smell it underneath the strong aroma of posies. Somewhere in this room was the scent of Willow’s sex.

Willow really enjoyed putting on a show for Xander. It was so much safer than actually approaching him. She wasn’t even doing anything, really. Just pleasing herself. Satisfying herself. Xander was only watching. She spread her legs as wide as she could get them. She wanted him to get a good look at her cunt.

Her fingers glistened with both oil and her own juices as Willow took them away from her sex and reached around to her ass. Letting Xander see everything, Willow opened her buttocks with one hand and explored the tight ring of her anus with the forefinger of the other.

Watching Willow play with her own ass was more than Xander could take. His cock was burgeoning, beyond stopping. He was going to come. His only thought for Willow was hoping she would come as hard as he did.

Willow heard Xander’s labored breaths. He was as close to orgasm as she was. She wouldn’t have thought that would turn her on so much. But she couldn’t stop thinking that this time, when he touched himself, it was because he wanted to be touching her.

Xander came like never before, not even like he had in Cordelia’s jeep, all of it thanks to Willow’s naked body. His cum shot out of him in thick spurts, all the way down the hallway to where Willow was standing, landing at her feet.

Willow had one hand on her pussy and the other going at her asshole. Her breasts quivered madly as she panted like a marathon runner. Her nipples pulsated, needing attention, but she couldn’t bear to stop touching her cunt, her ass. Is that where you want to touch me, Xander? You’re welcome to touch me anywhere—wherever you want to touch me, I need you!

The droplets of water from the shower had become beads of sweat. Willow moaned loudly, for once making no attempt to cover up her climax. She wanted Xander to know, on some level, how hot he’d made her.

Seeing Willow coming, full of lust and need and satisfaction, jammed Xander into another climax. His hand pumped faster than ever, like he was dictating the pace of Willow’s wildly thrusting fingers, and he joined her in coming, hard, his cum shooting out of him a second time. That had never happened before. It even hurt a little, but Xander didn’t mind. He felt like he’d done Willow some kind of favor.

Exhausted, drained, Xander leaned against the doorway to catch his breath. His gaze never left Willow’s naked body as she too recovered from her orgasm. But as they both came down from their high, his fear returned tenfold. If being caught looking at Willow naked was bad, then seeing her masturbate—even joining in—well, that was the end of the world. And he oughta know, he’d been through one before.

Willow heard Xander rushing away and it gave a melancholy vibe to what was otherwise the best orgasm she’d ever had. She took a step backward, sinking her foot into Xander’s cum, feeling it warm her heel and squish between her toes. She didn’t dare do more than that. She wanted to feel the real thing when Xander came inside her, came on her face, in her mouth, all those disgusting things the other girls complained about, she wanted to be that for Xander. His perfect fantasy. 

Holding onto the linoleum sink, Willow tried to relax, but her body wouldn’t stop shaking. Not until she heard the shower spray turn off, door hinges squeal, and she knew Xander had left. She was grateful he’d given her some space…

But he could’ve given her so much more.