Smuttydale update

For once, Buffy hadn’t teamed up with Willow for a class assignment, instead volunteering to take up with Harmony. Despite her popularity-deficient status, that had been fine with Harmony. Both dim and lazy, she tended to be no help at all on group assignments, passed off to lesser Cordettes so they could collectively try to get their homework done by someone else. At this point in the school year, though, most of the nerds were hip to the fact that none of Cordelia’s brood would follow up on their innuendo, and a schoolwide cheating crackdown had made their money hard to spend. So Harmony was happy to have someone as comparatively bright as Buffy to leech off of, even if it meant admitting a semi-pariah into her house.

“This must be where the magic happens,” Buffy announced as they walked into Harmony’s bedroom—a big, airy room with a large double window overlooking miles of yard and louvered closet doors. Harmony nervously watched those to make sure Buffy didn’t get too close. Her charity only went so far. 

Buffy didn’t test her limits, instead going to the window and throwing the panes open. She couldn’t see Monty around, which was good. She wanted Harmony all to herself, not all ahegao because the demon was fucking her brains out. Not that brains-fucked-out wasn’t on the menu. She’d get the bimbo to tongue her pussy and lick her ass until she had come a dozen times, then she would let Monty fuck the shit out of her with his big demon cock, spoiling her sweet, tight cunt for anyone with a mere six inches.

She wondered how Cordy would take having her right hand woman suddenly addicted to demon dick.

Harmony was just standing there, hands at her sides, like she wasn’t sure how this studying thing was supposed to work. Buffy went over to her and put an arm around her waist, lightly pressing her left breast against Harmony’s right.

“Nice place you’ve got here,” Buffy said. “I’m surprised you go out so much. You must be able to have a lot of fun right here.”

Harmony smiled weakly and pulled away from Buffy’s friendly touch, trying to ignore how her body had enjoyed the tender brush of Buffy’s breast against her own. That had never happened before—except sometimes when she thought of Cordelia, and then only when they went to the beach, which hardly counted, since Cordelia’s bikini was hardly couture. 

“So you’re gonna, like, do the heavy lifting? I hear you’re really good at heavy lifting. And I’ll order some pizza for us to eat. You can have the pepper that comes with it. I wouldn’t want you to go hungry when you’re being such a good lab partner!”

Buffy stopped herself from rolling her eyes. Harmony actually thought she went to bed hungry just because she wasn’t rich enough to afford all the latest fashions. She was really going to enjoy watching Monty show her what was really important in life.

Taking Harmony’s hand and exerting herself just a little, she forced Harmony to sit down on the bed with her. “What’s the rush? Let’s dish a little, girlfriend!” she said in a passing imitation of Cordelia’s sunnier tones. “Tell me, Harmony, do you ever think about doing anything really crazy?”

Harmony shook her head. “No, not really. Well, once I wore a scarf in summer…”

“I guess your parents dragged you to church every Sunday to hear about how you should never let a man touch you,” Buffy said, her finger lightly running over Harmony’s hand where it was splayed on the bedspread. “Then you start going to Sunnydale High every day and finding out what you’re missing.”

Harmony blushed and lowered her eyes. It was weird how she was suddenly having a bunch of sensations whipping through her. Was this what it felt like to study?

Harmony felt a tingling on her thigh and looked down to see Buffy’s fingertips stroking her there. She looked up and Buffy’s face was very close to her own, her breath touching Harmony’s cheek.

“You do know what you’ve been missing,” Buffy whispered. “Right, Harm?”

As Buffy’s lips drew close to hers, Harmony felt her breathing quicken, her heartbeat race. When they finally met, her heart stopped. It started again, that one heartbeat like an thunderclap running through her body. Harmony moaned with startled passion, feeling Buffy’s hands playing over her clothing, her questing tongue delving into Harmony’s unresisting lips.

“Wow, Buffy—“ Harmony moaned, feeling Buffy’s fingers caress the toned muscles of her thigh, following their lines up to her dampening groin. “I’ve never done this before… not with a woman…”

Buffy was unbuttoning Harmony’s dress, sliding her hand against the warm cleavage inside it, palming a ripe breast and squeezing so that the hard, tingling nipple rubbed against the heel of her hand. She eased Harmony down onto the bed, slipping her hand underneath the crotch of Harmony’s panties, finding her moist and almost gaping open. Finding her clit. 

Harmony let out an uncontrollable moan as her clitoris swelled against Buffy’s knowing caress. Buffy concentrated on it, knowing it would soon prove too sensitive for the pleasure to come without pain, but not caring if Harmony hurt. 

It would only help her get ready for Monty.