Freshly Popped 2

“Owww! Shit yeah! Hurt my fucking tits while you’re ruining my ass! More, baby, more! Really fucking use me, fucking treat me like a dirty strap-on whore!”

Even while waiting for the Sisterhood of Jhe to end the world, thinking of what she’d done with Faith put a smile on Willow’s face. No wonder all the guys were crazy about her. Even just using a dildo on the Slayer, the sex had been incredible. It made Willow feel like a voyeur, how much she liked watching Faith get fucked, come—be a dirty strap-on whore.

“You seem happy,” Buffy said—Willow suddenly realizing the other Slayer was sitting opposite her at one of the library tables. “Normally, I’d guess that the end of the world gets you out of Spanish homework, but knowing Willow Rosenberg, you’ve already done it. So… you and Oz back on?”

“Buffy!” Willow flushed, looking around to see if anyone had overheard. “I don’t think this is the time or place for goss.”

“Place, no, time—we’ve been waiting for the Jhe-men for hours. C’mon. Throw me a bone here. Did you two hook up or what?”

Faith jumped up from where she was sitting across the room. To Willow, it seemed obvious she was favoring her ass; even after hours, Willow’s ‘ruining’ still hadn’t fully healed. She couldn’t imagine what the others thought, if they were thinking anything, but surely no one suspected that meek little Willow had been the one to leave a crater behind Faith.

“Screw this. The Blue Meanies wanna destroy the world so bad, you’d think they’d hurry up and get on with it. I’m gonna patrol.”

“Are you sure that’s wise?” Giles asked, his tone implying the question’s answer.

“It’s a school. How dangerous could it be?” Faith retorted.

Willow shot her hand into the air. “I’ll go with her. A second set of eyes—could help keep her from getting snuck up on. You know, in the back. Not that anyone would put anything in her back, from behind, but I would be there to keep anyone from doing that. Because Faith doesn’t like things from behind.”

Faith eyed her and suddenly Willow felt connected to the Slayer. Like Faith couldn’t stop thinking about the fuck either. Couldn’t stop thinking about Willow’s strap-on going into her any more than Willow could stop thinking about her ass. And besides, it would get Willow away from Buffy and her prodding questions, at least long enough for Willow to think up some excuse.

Of course, waiting around in the library for a few hours hadn’t been long enough for Faith’s ass to close up. Maybe that was why she was so eager to stop sitting around.

***

For a good several yards, Faith and Willow didn’t say anything to each other. Then they reached Willow’s locker. Willow went quickly to dial in her combination. “Hold up a second,” she told Faith.

“Yes, mistress,” Faith retorted mockingly. “Love it when you tell me what to do.”

“You did love it,” Willow reminded her. Her locker door groaned open. Willow winced at the noise. It felt cumulative with her hushed conversation with Faith. “And keep it down!”

“At least call me a few names while you order me around,” Faith grinned. “Keep quiet, slut. Silence, whore. You want me to bend over too? Take another nice, long look at the gape I’ve got before my Slayer healing takes care of it? My dirty Slayer healing…”

Despite her irritation with Faith, Willow was relieved to find that her memory was reliable as ever. She had a jar of Naberr powder among her schoolbooks. She picked it up and poured a line of the powder around her locker, forming a loop that held both her and Faith. Then, as she popped the jar’s lid back on, she intoned a quick incantation. Faith planted her hands in her backpockets and waited. Even she wasn’t quite reckless enough to interrupt Willow while she was doing magic.

Finished, Willow replaced the jar in her locker.

“What was that? Fertility spell?” Faith quipped. “Next time you strap me on, you wanna make me a teen mom? The domestic thing is very Sapphic, but I think I like it up the ass too much for it to work. All the magic in the ‘verse can’t get me pregnant there.”

“Don’t bet on it,” Willow muttered, closing her locker door. “It’s a cloaking spell.” She indicated the circle of powder on the floor. “Outside this circle, no one can see or hear us.”

“Good idea. Keep the NC-17 stuff away from impressionable kids. I don’t think even the sophomores are ready for us. So, we’ve made one entire loop around the library. No apocalypses yet. How about I return the favor? That ass isn’t going to get you mistaken for a black girl anytime soon, but it’s nice and tight. Bet it’d look real good wrapped around my strap.”

Willow folded her arms across her chest. “Or how about I finish the job I started in your crappy motel room and ruin your ass for good?”

Faith whistled air between her lips. “Fuck, Dubya—“

“Don’t call me that.”

“Okay, Wil… you really got a taste for being on top, didn’t you? I know I’m one hell of a fuck, but is that it? Or has the Scarlet Witch been thinking about this for a while? Maybe you just lived out a lifelong fantasy, only you got the wrong Slayer bent over. Or maybe you’ve been dreaming of shutting that bitchy cheerleader up for a while.” Faith grinned dirtily. “Or not shutting her up. Making her scream. So which is it, Wil—whose ass looks better in a cheerleader skirt?”

Willow fumed, her ears as red as her hair. “Do you want me to shut your mouth,” she demanded, “or make you scream?”

“I’m good either way,” Faith shrugged. “But I’m through giving out free lessons. You wanna ride my ass now, you’re gonna have to steal it. And let’s face it: you’re ask politely, ask politely, and ask politely. I’m want, take, have.”

She kissed Willow then—a good kiss, a long kiss, her lips endlessly sucking and sliding over Willow’s, her tongue dancing into Willow’s mouth, then her teeth pulling at Willow’s lower lip, worrying at the pink flesh until Willow’s lips felt as plump as Angelina Jolie’s. It felt good… it felt really good… but not as good as when Faith’s ass was spread all the way open and Willow’s strap-on was gliding right into her.

She whirled Faith around, slamming her into her locker harder than Xander had ever hit, then Willow dropped her pants. She’d shrunken the strap-on she’d still been wearing when Buffy had summoned them to the Hellmouth, so that she could wear it under her clothes as nothing more than a belt, but now…

“Engorgio maleficus!”

Then the full-sized dildo was pointed at Faith like a weapon.

“Get those fucking leather pants out of my way,” Willow ordered.