Xander heard the car stop, then the door open and the tap-tap of Cordelia's heels as they came around to his side of the car and opened it. She smelled faintly of gin and perfume and arousal, her excitement beaming through space no matter how cool and laconic she tried to be. Xander tried to recall how she'd looked before the blindfold had gone on—her miniskirt was very mini, while the rest of her dress was filled to capacity with good things, very good things—but that sent confusing signals to his groin, as his balls were insisting he should be worried under the circumstances.
"Okay, sorry baby, but now the earmuffs have to go on," Cordelia said, her voice only partially leavened by sarcasm.
"What kind of surprise could it be that it gets ruined if I know where you've driven me, what it looks like, or what it sounds like?"
He felt Cordelia grip the earmuffs around his neck. "I don't have much respect for your attention span, Harris, but I still think that if I told you, it
just might
ruin the surprise."
"Well, if you're going to be mean, just put the earmuffs on already and—" She did. "Hey, I can still talk! I just can't hear you! I—whoa." Grabbing him by the lapels, she pulled him around roughly, and it took some coordination to avoid falling on his face as he disembarked Cordelia's car. At least this way, he wouldn't see the vanity plates again: DADLILGIRL.
As Cordelia led him, blind and deaf, to whatever her big surprise was, Xander strove once more to understand his life. Having sex with Willow and Cordelia, much less both at once, seemed entirely unbelievable, but then, so did getting to first base with Cordelia, getting to the
batter's box
with Cordelia. And he had gone over that in his head enough times to convince himself that buying the brand of mouthwash Cordelia liked, specifically so he could suck on her tongue more, was no sign of brain cancer.
So, where did that leave the Harris Luck, as he thought of it? Because he had almost sort of convinced himself that it fit that the love of his life (or whatever the hell you wanted to call it) was Cordelia Chase, being that he couldn't stand her and they weren't even having sex and he was already preparing for the whole thing to implode in some way directly proportional to his social standing.
But Cordelia was actually being a bit nicer now that they were regularly having sex—he'd noticed his own resentment of Angel cooling off massively—and Willow, of course, couldn't not be nice. Having sex with her was like finding some awesome videogame they could play together, this amazing thing to do together where they could bring their friendship to the table with them. Not that a certain lack of friendship with Cordelia made the sex with
her
any less spectacular... it was actually getting kinda hot, how they resented each other some, but worked it out through violent orgasms. As long as they didn't try to bring a human life into the world, it almost seemed like a healthy relationship.
Which made him wonder what was about to go sour that merited a blindfold and earmuffs. Was Willow waiting for him? How could that be bad? How could that be a surprise? Maybe she had a strap-on. Maybe Cordelia had a strap-on too.
Xander flared his nostrils, trying very hard to sniff for lube...
Cordelia stopped him suddenly, pulling his earmuffs off. "What are you doing?" she sighed, indicating that whatever the answer was, it would be unsatisfactory. "Here's your reward for being a good double boyfriend, loser," she told him, so unable to keep the fondness out of her voice that he could just picture her irritatingly endearing smile, all smug and cute...
She took off his blindfold.
Xander gasped in shock as he caught sight of Buffy massaging Willow's body. At first Xander was too shocked to do anything except stare in astonished fascination. He could feel his limp cock all at once deciding not just to stir, but to grow to outrageous proportions. He rubbed his hard, long cock quietly and stared harder, sweat birthing on his forehead.
Buffy rolled Willow over on her back gently, noticing that Willow didn't protest one bit. Willow seemed perfectly content to let Buffy do anything she wanted to her. Buffy placed her hands on Willow's beautiful, lush breasts, so enticing in their perky petiteness. Then she massaged and kneaded the delicate flesh. Willow moaned in delight. Buffy's fingers felt like feathers, brushing over her hot nipples with light, wonderful touches.
"Oooooooh," she moaned softly, moving her hips instinctively.
She was lost in a dream of sensuous feeling. She wanted Buffy to go on and on, rubbing her whole body with those clever hands, making her float in their titillating delights.
Xander could scarcely contain himself. He had never seen anything that made him so horny! The afternoon sun shimmered and glinted on Buffy's beautiful body, bathing her in a warm golden glow. She looked almost like a goddess, she was so beautiful. Her expression was one of complete rapture. Xander longed to touch her gilded body and have that delicate, peaceful expression on her pretty face replaced with lust.
He slipped his hand to his huge, protruding cock and silently unzipped his pants. He let his massive shaft burst free to throb and pulse in the warm, still afternoon air. He made up his mind to stay right there and not move a muscle, waiting for the girls to really get it on. He didn't want to join in until they were as aroused as he was.
***
Cordelia knelt by the side of the bed and opened her bottom dresser drawer. She groped around until her hand felt a familiar object.
"Well, at least I've still got this!" she muttered, drawing out a small, hard plastic vibrator.
As she sat down on a chair in the corner, she considered closing the nearest window, then gave a slight giggle. She'd be damned if she hid in the dark! It would serve Xander right if he happened to look her way and see her playing with her own pussy. Maybe he'd get the idea that a big hard-on like that didn't have to go to waste just because he was letting Willow and Buffy have their fun.
Cordelia thought of the way she had used to go to bed with her other 'boyfriends'. Only interested in getting on, getting off, and getting to sleep. Xander took the time to fuck her properly, licking her pretty pink nipples and playing with her large, firm breasts until she was desperate to be fucked. He got her so horny that she would be screaming for the cock by the time he finally stuck his stiff prick inside her.
This was okay payback. No guy would dare interrupt something as beautiful as the blonde bombshell and his Manic Pixie Dream Girl getting it on, but he wouldn't waste the erection they gave him on a few quick strokes of his hand either. Already, she could hear him whimpering, wanting to join in but not willing to disturb them.
Thank fuck I'm multiorgasmic,
Cordelia thought, turning her vibrator on.
