A Gift from Evan

Part 11: Just Like High School

~ Four days earlier ~

Sat out on the campus lawn, Buffy and I held each other and went over the night before’s patrol. She says that she wants to get better at slaying, really hone in on skills from high school. She tells me about how her and Faith used to work on team-moves that would help them become better fighters. She says fighting with me last night was just like old times.

And it was.

I’m a little slower in this body, for sure, but I held my own last night. We can’t do toss-type moves; mostly because I’m not strong enough to throw her like I used to. Plus, with my height advantage - I have about seven inches over her now – it feels kind of weird tag teaming like before.

But there was this one move – man, you should have seen it – three vamps coming towards us full speed. She grabs my hands like we were about to dance the Tango or something, launches herself up and roundhouse kicks the vamps in the jaw.

It was very cool. Like insane.

I dig the way she moves; the way she’s in charge. I taught her to go all out on the field and just know one thing: that she’s going to win. It really shows in the way she fights now, with more...

Umph!

I fucking love it. But it’s also fucking exhausting. We both missed classes this morning and spent the whole afternoon together on this lawn talking, resting, thinking about last night and reminiscing about high school.

I wouldn’t wanna admit this to B, but I was never really good at school. Wasn’t paying attention much during the whole readin’, writing... or .. whatever the other ‘r’ is... math? Being in college now is kind of a trip and learning college psychology?

Fucking mind-fuck, I’ll tell ya that. Walsh is a good tutor though. I'm understanding the concepts and with B's help, may just pass this semester. It'd make mom real proud if she could know that I'm not a fuck up at school - I just never had a chance before.

But I hafta give high school some credit, one thing I learned outta it, that I’m sure of: Was how to make girls feel good.

My first girlfriend was this chick called Jennifer. Man, I used to love the way it sounded when I used to brag to all the guys that I was jumpin’ Jenn... Just rolled offa the tongue, y’know? She was really pretty, incredible face and the longest legs. It was fuckin’ torture when she’d wear these jean daisy dukes that showed them tanned pins off. None of the guys believed that I was banging her – and she made sure that we weren’t never seen together like that.

My favourite memory of her was one Summer, sun was out pretty high and we’d been walkin’ back from school together. Stopped by her place on the way to mine and she invited me up. Made up some crap about wanting to show me her pet goldfish or bird or... some animal. We spent about two seconds poking at a cage, ‘fore she jumped me. Guess she'd heard reviews of my skills on the 'vine.

I liked the way she used to run her hands through my hair – said she loved the feel of it; the loose curls. She’d play around with it whilst I had my head between her legs, givin’ her everything I had. She had some pipes lemme tell ya – used to fuckin’ love getting head from me. Said it was the only thing I was good for.. The only reason why she’d be seen with ‘a girl like me’.

It made me want to get really good at making her feel that way. Felt good to have a skill and to use it to make her feel like I was worth being with her. She liked me on top of her and I liked having this prissy popular girl, under me.

I didn't ever thought anything could top that moment; that feeling. Just having full access to her like that, getting to know what she was hidin’ under those panties.

‘Til last night - right after mine and B's patrol.

I looked up at B – just waitin’ on her to give me that silent green light with her eyes. I’d stepped over the mark last time, and I wanted to make sure we were both on the same page now. I don't want to lose her.

The atmosphere was right – my dorm was warm; running low heat from a borrowed infared. Music was on real low, playing Secondhand Serenade. Pillows all plumped up and Buffy laid down on them dressed in lace underwear.

Just lookin’ at her in the low lights of a few carefully placed candles and I wonder Jennifer, who?

She gives me a small smile and that was enough.

I got real close to her snatch, just breathin’ her in... Fuck, she smelled amazing. This undescribable taste that makes me wish I had stayed awake during English class, so I could tell y’all about it more.

I gasped, just a little and stuck my tongue out. She twitches a bit when we make contact and I pull back. I look up at her again, just makin’ sure.

She’s still, ‘cept for her breathin’ shallow.

I run my hands up and down the backs of her thighs and feel all that working out she does five times a week. It’s like I can feel every squat, every kick, every lunge... I’ve seen first hand the damage that she can do with these things – it’s like art, y’know?

She lifts her left foot in anticipation and that kinda makes me smile.

“Little horny are we, Slayer?” I say all low and sexy.

She barely responds with a quiet, “Please...”

Her pussy is slick with her juice and I take my time trying to lap it all up, nice and slow. It’s how Jen used to like it. First a stroke up and then a stroke down... Wet the outer lips a bit and then go for gold. It’s a little like frenchin’ her hole. I purse the lips a bit, just play around.

“Mmm...”

B’s hand runs up the back of my neck and she strokes me and holds me to her. I feel her heels on my back and she digs in.

“Evan.”

I pause for a sec and I can feel her tense up.
“Something wrong?” she asks. “I’m … Evan, I’m really … wet.”

I smile, “I know, B I can feel that.”

I stroke the inside of her thighs and make my way to her centre. I’m inside knuckles deep. Her pussy clenches ‘round my index and I stroke the ridge of her – just teasing her G a little, while I’m sucking on her clit.

She moans out and rasps, “You can… If you want to, Evan you can-”

I scoot up... It’s just now that I notice that I’m still fully clothed. I wondered why it was so fucking hot in here. I’m eye level with her and for the first time since we’ve been together, I notice just how really fucking beautiful she is.

“Buffy - I love you.”

--

"Hello!"

I walk towards my dorm room door and this couple is stood outside of it.

"Evan?" the woman asks.

"Who wants to know?" I ask back.

The man wipes his hand on his blazer. "Edward Thomas Snr, this is my wife Diana. We're looking for our son, Eddie. Campus Solutions has this down as his room, but next door tells me that you're staying here now."

Oh shit.

"Uh, yeah. That's right."

"Are you Eddie's roommate?"

Fuck. If I say yes, they're going to expect me to know where their son is. If I say no, they're going to make hell at the College. Either way, I'm kinda fucked.

"Yeah... I met him the first day I came here. Haven't seen him since, though. And even when I saw him, he was kinda out of it."

"Out of it?" His mom repeats.

"Yeah... I figured maybe... I mean, you hear all these stories about college kids and drug use."

"Drugs?!" His dad says. "No! Not our Eddie. He's a good kid. He wouldn't touch the stuff. You must be mistaken."

"He's not here, sir." I open the door to my dorm and show them the inside. I guess it's obvious that only one person lives here.

"Young man, please, just tell us where-"

Right then, Red turns the corner and storms up to us wearing her hot 'serious' look.

"Oh," she says, when she sees the party gathered in the hall.

"Hi," I say to her. "Trouble?"

She nods a little. "Come in," I say, stepping to the side so she can do so. I turn to the couple. "Sorry, I couldn't help you." I tell Eddie's parents and they leave. Hey, it's not my fault their son's dead. Besides, I've got more important things to worry about - like why my girl's best friend is here in the middle of the day.

I close the door behind me to give me and Red some privacy. She's pacing and not looking at me.

"Red? What's up?"

I lock eyes with her and she looks all ... well a mix of sad and pissed.

"It's about Buffy. She is really worried about Faith. So worried, that we were - apparently risking our lives trying to do a spell to find her."

"Is that what you were doing that night? Oh man, Red, I'm sorry. Look, Faith is OK. She's just fine - spoke to her jus' the other day, alright?"

She stands right in front of me and looks me square on in the eyes. "What did you say you were here for, again?"

"Here.. For?"

"In Sunnydale."

"House-sitting for my cous."

Red nods like she doesn't buy it. "Oh, that's right ; I forgot. You know I thought it a little strange that Faith would disappear just like that. So did Buffy."

"Yeah, she said. Red, what's your point?"

"I tried talking to Xander about that 'huge fight' you two had... Y'know the one about you dating Buffy - but he just clammed up. Did this eye-twitch thing he does when he's hiding something. My best friend in the whole world and he thinks that I can't tell when he's hiding something."

I don't like where she's going with this. "So he told you, huh? Look, I can explain - I didn't plan this, I mean it wasn't my fault-"

"Oh, I know that."

"You gonna tell B?"

"You'd love that, wouldn't you? Let this fall on MY head. No, you're going to tell her yourself."

"Ok-Ok... I planned to anyway. Just not just yet. I want her to fall for me so it won't matter."

"Oh she's fallen for you. You're all she talks about - how she can't believe that she's found you. That you're the perfect man-"

"That's a good thing though, right?"

"NO! It's not... You just don't get it. You're the perfect MAN. The MAN she's been looking for her whole life. The MAN she wants to marry, to give her children and that white picket fence. Except you're NOT. You're NOT a man and when Buffy finds out the truth you ARE going to break her heart. You absolute asshole."


TBC.