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Chapter 18

The sunlight poured through the window over his bed. It was
morning already. Spike groaned as he hit his alarm clock again. Trying not to
open his eyes any more than he had to, he peeked at the time. It wasn�t too
late yet, so he rolled over, burrowing further into the covers. His hand
slipped down his stomach until he could wrap it around his cock. Sighing, he
stroked it, letting his mind wander to thoughts of Buffy. The things he wanted
to teach her, the things she could already do, combined into a fantasy that
would make his morning wank a lot more fun.

They would be in a hot
tub, both of them naked. The bubbles playing peek-a-boo with
her nipples that were already hard. Pinned on top of her head was her
long blonde hair while her skin was rosy with the heat, drops of perspiration
rolling down her chest into the valley between her breasts. She would give him
a come-and-get-me grin.

Spike reached between his mattress and springs to pull out
the latest pair of worn panties Buffy had sent him. Wrapping them around his
right hand he brought them to his face so he could inhale the sweet scent of
her musk. His left hand squeezed his cock then pumped slowly while he returned
to his fantasy.

Her foot reached
through the water so she could trail her big toe along the inside of his thigh.
He caressed her calf in short strokes, letting her instep rest on his erection.
She was looking at him through her lashes while arching her back. Her perfectly
rounded tits bobbed to the surface beckoning him. He couldn�t wait. He launched
himself across the tub to her. Buffy laughed, wrapping her legs around his
waist while he knelt between them.

�Yeah, baby,� Spike whispered, as he fondled his balls,
rolling them gently between his fingers and thumb. Buffy was surrounding him.
Her perfume invaded his senses, into his blood, and heart. It was almost like
she was there with him, kissing him, with her fingers tugging on his hair.

His fantasy Buffy
teased his tongue with hers, giggling, as they chased each other through the
warm caverns of their mouths. He cupped her ass so he could bring her to the
edge of the ledge. She reached between them, guiding him into her sweet pussy.

�Oh, Spike, you fill
me so completely,� Buffy murmured into his ear. �I could never think of being
with anyone other than you. You�re such the perfect lover.�

�Yeah, that�s it,� Spike replied to his dream. He arched up
into his palm. His hand cupping his cock, so that he could pretend he was
thrusting into her.

�Fuck me,� Buffy
growled into his ear. �Harder, baby, oh, harder, give it to me,� she moaned as
he pounded into her tight heat. She lay back so that he could attack her tits
with his mouth. He suckled the peaks first, licking the water from them. Her
fingers were holding him close, moaning his name, while he nibbled along the
sides of her soft mounds.

His cock would
continue to slide in and out of her while she squeezed him with every muscle
she had.

�Is it good, pet?�
Spike asked. �Best you�ve ever had?�

�Oh, god, yes, you�re
a great lover,� Buffy responded, meeting every thrust he made until she was
floating in the bubbles. Vibrating against him while he gave her everything he
had.

Spike tightened his grip on himself, squeezing and pumping
until his whole world was centered on his imminent orgasm. He moaned as he imaged
Buffy cumming.

�Oh, Spike, I�m almost
there,� Buffy screamed. She reached between them to stroke her clit while he
rolled and pumped into her. He crawled backwards so that she was floating on
top of the water. So beautiful. She was his own water nymph. Her hair, now loose of its bindings was
spreading outwards with the waves. He watched her playing with herself as he
held onto her and continued to fuck her. She opened her eyes. They were wide
with wonder as she rode out her orgasm, caressing his cock with her quivering
walls.

He was on the edge. Burying his nose in her panties, he
grabbed his balls with his right hand, squeezing them to help bring him over.
�Oh, Buffy, my sweet Luv,� Spike whispered, remembering the beauty of her face
when he claimed her virginity. It was all it took. He came in gasping sighs.
Not even caring that he was cumming all over his sheets. It was worth it. She
was worth it.

Taking deep breaths, Spike forced himself to return to the
real world and the place where he d mad make love to his girl whenever he
wanted. Life just wasn�t that fair yet. It would be. He would do what he had to
do to make it happen. Another quick glance at the clock told him that he was
going to be late if he didn�t start moving soon. Sighing, he shoved Buffy�s
panties back under the mattress, wiped up his sheet with a dirty towel, threw
his comforter over the bed to cover the stain and with a whistle headed to the
bathroom.

It was going to be a good day. Well, it had started off good
and it could only get better he decided as he adjusted the water to make it
hotter. He stepped under the spray thinking about the fact that it was Friday
and he would have the weekend to relax and make plans for his future. The
application for him to go to the same university as Buffy was already mailed
off. Because of the lateness in the year, he may have to wait a semester before
attending. It was all right because he could work full time and make some extra
money to put away. Plus, he would be able to spoil Buffy a little. She needed
it. And maybe buy her a ring that would let the world know she was taken.

Spike rinsed the shampoo from his hair then reached for a
washcloth.

�Ah, Irish Spring,� Spike intoned. �The manly soap.� He said
before inhaling it. The soap lathered easily and he started running the cloth
over his body, paying extra attention to his stomach and pubic region to make
sure everything was clean from earlier. He looked down. �Horny thing, aren�t
you, mate?� The stimulation of cleaning himself had resulted in another
erection. He shrugged, threw the cloth on the rack, and then gripped himself.

Closing his eyes, he braced himself on the shower wall. The
warm water was raining on his face before rolling down his chest and stomach in
dripping rivulets.

�I missed you,� Fantasy
Buffy said, stepping into the shower. �May I join you?�

�Oh, hell yeah,� Spike whispered, letting his hand slide
slowly along his cock. His thumb caressed the head for a second before he
started to thrust into his palm.

Buffy stepped under
the spray, putting her head back to wet her hair. Her hands floated down her
chest, cupping her breasts, lifting them so he could take a taste. With his
hands on her hips, he pulled her forward, suckling on one while he rolled the
other puckered tip. She mewled, wrapping a leg around his hip, and arching into
him. He let her nipple go with a small pop before blazing a trail of kisses up
to her throat. Nibbling on the tender spot beneath her ear, he kneaded her bottom
until she was squirming against him.

Spike was panting by then, his hand moving faster along his
hardened shaft. Everything fell away. There was no thought, no awareness of the
world, only him and his fantasy Buffy existed. It was exquisite. His mind
pulled on memories from their time on the phone. littlittle sounds she made as
she came under his breathless instructions. The things she told him she did
when she was alone and thinking about him. He arched back, letting his head
fall, and his pelvis pushed forward as his hand stroked him.

Pinning her against
the wall, Spike thrust into her body. Her feet beat against his ass as she met
him each time. They were hotter than the water was. The steam billowing around
them as they forced each other into an erotic water world created for just
them.

He pulled just the right way, milking his orgasm, into a
slow chill that wracked his body. He quaked, leaning forward against the wall,
his head resting on his arms so he wouldn�t slide onto the floor. He laughed.
Later that night he needed to tell her about their water adventures. Buffy
would love it. He also made a note for them to find an apartment with a big
bathtub and shower.

Yep, it was going to be a good day.

~~~~~~~~

The music continued to pour from the radio, filling the room
with its rocking beat. It kept Buffy focused only on the movements of her body.
Usually nothing else could reach her here in this space she was claiming. The
world and all of the problems were lost to her as she followed the lure of the
dance. She watched herself in the mirror to make sure her form was correct, her
back straight, and she was doing the right steps. The current routine, like her
others, was memorized from a stack of video tapes which held both cheerleading
events as well as music videos she admired.

�Damn it,� Buffy muttered as she missed a turn. She counted
the beats in her head then proceeded through the steps. Perfection was her
goal. She wouldn�t make it if she made mistakes. No longer did she have the
safety net of being able to cower at home. Making it was the only choice she
had. Otherwise she would be serving hamburgers for her whole life.

Spike entered her mind and messed up her concentration. She
stopped, hanging her head as her only weakness invaded her thoughts. Tears
filled her eyes and she hugged herself. She missed him so much. If she could go
home to him at night and for a little while feel like she wasn�t hanging from
her last thread, it would be heaven to her. In his arms she could hide. But it wasn�t
going to happen.

She didn�t even know what they were going to do after the
school year was over. They needed to talk, make plans, figure
out how they were going to live and where. It was just more for her to worry
about and she knew she was done for the day. Grabbing a towel to wipe the sweat
away, she stomped over to turn her radio off.

�You�re really very good,� a feminine voice said making
Buffy turn to the door.
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�Thank you,� Buffy said, when she
spotted Jenny Calendar. The computer teacher and one of the cheerleader
sponsors. �I really wasn�t doing very well today.� She sighed. �I can�t
seem to keep my mind on the routine.�

Jenny came further into the room. �I�ve watched you over the
years. You keep improving and it shows.� She paused for a moment as if she was
trying to decide something. �It�s really too bad that this town doesn�t offer
more in the way of dance classes.�

Laughing, Buffy pulled on her soft gray warm up suit over
her leotard. �There�s nothing here. I�ve gone through everything and I tried to
get my parents to send me to LA to take classes. I�d ride the bus but they kept
telling me no.� She shrugged. �I�m going to take as many classes as I can when
I get to Texas.�

�Ah, the cheerleader aspiration?�

�Yhinkhink it�s stupid, don�t you?� Buffy asked, her pride
kicked in and her shoulders went back. �I want to be something��

�Whoa, Buffy,� Jenny responded with a laugh and holding her
hand up. �I don�t think it�s stupid at all. I think it might be better for you
to head to LA or New York first
though. Be in a place where you can get the kind of instruction you need.�

�Everything seemed so simple only a few weeks back,� Buffy
said, sitting on the bench at the side of the room. �I don�t know what I�m
doing or where I�m going now.�

�Mind if I sit?�

�No, feel free,� Buffy replied, putting her bag on the floor
so Miss Calendar would have room to sit.

�The boyfriend factor?�

�Yep, the boyfriend,� Buffy laughed. �I don�t know what he
wants to do except be with me. We haven�t discussed anything at all about
schools or living arrangements or how we�re going to live.�

Jenny brushed back a loose lock of Buffy�s hair. �You need
to talk to him. Figure those things out. If he loves you then he�s going to
want what�s best for you.�

�He does. We just haven�t had the big talk yet,� Buffy said,
looking over at her teacher. �I know that he�ll support me whatever I decide. I
just want to be with him.�

�Even at the expense of your dream?�

It was a question Buffy had been asking herself. Would she rather
have Spike over dancing? Would she choose to dance over him? She wanted both.
She just had to believe there would be a way for her to have them both without
sacrificing either.

�Until I have to make the choice,� Buffy said. �I am going
to believe that I can have both. If and when the time comes to choose then I�ll
do it.�

�Sounds like a good idea,� Miss Calendar said. �Until then
and while you�re in town, I�d like to offer to give you some private lessons.�
She chuckled. �Once in another lifetime before I fell in love, I danced. Never
made the big time but I think I could help you out.�

�I couldn�t afford anything,� Buffy explained, embarrassed.
Her parents were barely giving her money to afford the necessities. And she
knew they were only doing that to maintain their image in the community. It
looked bad enough that she moved out before she finished high school. �I�m
sorry.�

�Free, Buffy. I know you have
talent and I want to help you succeed. I�m not a professional teacher but I can
help you out, teach you how to survive in those pro classes and get you a
little further in the game.�

�Are you sure?� Buffy asked. �I�d love the help, but I don�t
want to impose on you and I need to check with the McDonalds. I�m doing chores
to pay my way out there.�

�You check,� Miss Calendar said. �Let me know. We�ll find
the time.�

�Thanks,� Buffy said, hugging the woman beside her.

It was a with a little more hope
that she left the school. Excitement twirled in her stomach at the thought of
maybe really making it. She needed to talk to Spike about their future and make
some decisions. She just hoped he was open to it.

to be continued�
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