AUTHOR'S NOTE:
This is the final chapter of "My Life is Different". It's the least erotic of all the stories I write for this website, and it's the one that generates the least amount of fan-mail. I've also pretty much run out of ideas for things for Buffy and Willow to do. Buffy the Vampire Slayer was once my favorite TV show, and I've enjoyed breathing some new life back into an old favorite, but it's time for me to call it quits, and focus on other stories now.
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My face was in between Buffy's thighs, and she made happy, contented moaning and gasping sounds. I ran my tongue across the swollen, pink folds of her pubic lips, and savored the taste. I swear by Diana, there isn't a woman alive who tastes better than Buffy. I mean...it's not like I've stuck my tongue into a lot of women, but Buffy is a real nummy treat. She's delicious.
And; not to brag; but Buffy loves it when I feast on her pink, delicious vulva. I kiss, I nibble, I engulf, and I drink the nectar that is secreted from her womanhood, and Buffy responds by spreading her legs wider and unashamedly offering herself up to me.
"Oh, my God, Will,"
Buffy gasped when her skin was feverishly hot, and her orgasm seemed imminent. Her hips lurched and quivered, and her pelvis thrust itself into my mouth and squirmed away several times, as Buffy seemed to completely lose control of her body from the waist down.
When the orgasm finally hit, Buffy utterly lost the ability to communicate verbally and was reduced to making vowel sounds as her sex spasmed and she panted uncontrollably, and her hips squirmed and her thighs trembled and shook in a really erotic, adorable sort of way.
The juices from Buffy's sex flowed out of her in copious amounts, and I licked them up like a kitten licks up cream. Buffy continued to make vowel-sounds long after I had licked her vulva clean.
When next we kissed, Buffy could taste her own juices as her tongue probed my mouth. It seemed only fair to me that she got to sample the delicious sexy goodness that tasted of Buffy's liquid orgasms.
My tongue mingled with hers as we kissed, and we both moaned into each other's mouth. I pressed my naked body against hers, and her skin still felt feverishly hot.
Her bare thighs pressed against my thighs, her bare breasts casually brushed against my breasts and the side of her face nuzzled against my face. Her skin was soft and smooth and hot, and I could still feel a sexual heat radiating from her naked body.
Her fingertips touched me everywhere as we kissed, and erotic tingles seemed to resonate across my body wherever her lips or fingertips contacted my skin. The effect of each touch was cumulative, making me feel more and more aroused.
"Lie down on your back, Will," Buffy said when we both came up for air, "I wanna try something."
Our shower was massive, with enough space for me to lie down and spread my arms and legs out. I didn't know what Buffy had in mind, but I trusted her. I laid down on the floor, my body throbbing with anticipation, and waited to see what happened next.
Buffy worked the knobs of the shower, turned the water off, and laid down, face up with her butt near mine. It was awkward, the way we were positioned, but when Buffy explained what she was planning it started to make sense.
"Okay, have you ever heard of tribbing?" Buffy asked me.
I'd read about tribbing before, but I'd never tried it. I never even gave it much thought before Buffy asked me about it. However, with Buffy and I both naked, and our bodies close together, the word "tribbing" suddenly sounded phenomenally erotic and exciting.
"Spread your legs far apart," Buffy instructed me, "If we're going to position our naughty bits properly, we can't have our legs getting in the way."
Buff and I both spread our legs indecently far apart, with our legs partially outside of the confines of the shower, and we both raised our hips up, arching our pelvises several inches up above the shower floor.
It was almost like trying to fit two puzzle pieces together, as I maneuvered my hips forward and guided my vulva closer to Buffy's. There was a magical feeling of erotic tingles as my swollen, hypersensitive pubic lips made blissful contact with that moist, magical place between Buffy's thighs.
"Oh, God,"
I gasped in a weak, girlish voice.
"Right there with ya, Will," Buffy replied, and she began to gently rub the glistening, tumescent folds of her labia into mine.
How many yummy nerve endings are in a woman's labia? I didn't know, but it felt like a lot. It felt like millions. As Buffy shifted her weight, and moved her hips this way and that, her pubic lips rubbed against mine, stimulating an entire symphony of delicious responses that began in my vulva and resonated across my entire body.
"Oh, God,"
I exclaimed again. I apologize for not being very articulate, but very little blood was reaching my brain. My loins seemed to be monopolizing the blood supply. My swollen clitoris throbbed, and I could hear a throbbing in my ears that seemed to sync up with the throbbing in between my legs.
I felt millions of protracted shivers along my vulva, my thighs and my abdomen as the strength of the orgasm grew inside me. It was like a tidal wave building strength deep beneath the surface of the ocean, for hundreds and hundreds of miles before it even rose up and crashed into the shore.
My orgasm had been building even before my sensitive, swollen pubic lips had formed an intimate union with Buffy's, however rubbing my sex against Buffy's had dramatically increased the potency of my budding orgasm. When it came crashing to the shore, it was going to be overwhelming.
Buffy's left thigh rubbed against my right thigh, and I could feel the feverish heat on her skin. My insides felt throbbing and magical. There was a potent energy deep inside of me, cycling, growing stronger, and then Buffy let out a fierce, feminine, wanton cry and shoved her beautiful pelvis into my vulva with a kind of erotic enthusiasm that almost overpowered me.
Then the tidal wave broke, and my legs gave out. My hips collapsed onto the smooth, acrylic surface of the floor, my naked butt bounced once or twice after it hit the slick, white shower floor, and I screamed and writhed as the orgasm took over and a rush of overwhelming endorphins flooded my naked body, and caused me to squirm in ecstasy.
"Oh God, Oh God, Oh God,"
I exclaimed weakly and I lay there, naked and panting, savoring the feelings of post-orgasmic bliss until I finally passed out.
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It was hours later when I woke up. I was still naked, and still lying down, however I was no longer in the shower, and I was no longer wet. I was lying on my bed, dry and comfy, almost as if some very considerate person had toweled me dry and carried me from the shower and placed me gently in my bed. All the lights were turned off, and it was too dark to see, but I could still use my fingertips to explore the blankets and the pillow on the surface of my mattress.
I stretched my legs and reached out with my arms, feeling around with my fingers, hoping to locate Buffy somewhere, but I soon realized I was alone.
"Where'd she goes?" I asked the empty bed. The empty bed gave no reply, so I carefully raised myself up into a sitting position, and then into a standing position.
Buffy wasn't in the bedroom, and when I checked the hallway, she wasn't there either.
Then, I went back to the bedroom, and grabbed a t-shirt and a pair of hip-hugger panties. Buffy and I didn't live alone, and I didn't want to accidentally run into Terri again while I was naked. She'd gotten to ogle my naked body too many times already. I wasn't in a hurry to give her another opportunity to gawk at my naked butt.
