“I still can’t believe we’re here, for the WHOLE summer. I mean Paris, THE city of lovers.” Buffy sighed as she stared at the clear blue sky.

Anya simply shrugged. “How can they call it the city of lovers if we’ve been here for ten days and I haven’t gotten hit on once?”

“Honestly, is that all you think about?”

Anya crossed her arms and shot her a ‘DUH’ a look as they continued walking down the street.

“I simply mean that we’ve gone out three nights in a row to what, 6 different clubs? You’d think I would have at least gotten groped. And not one good-looking ‘single’ guy. Hell, I would have settled for semi-cute, but noooooooooooo, the one good looking guy there ended up already being taken – by another guy no less.”

“We have an entire summer left before we head home, I’m sure you'll find someone.”

“How many clubs do you think they have here?” she quirked her head up with a hopeful expression.

“See? That’s your problem right there. Maybe those aren’t the best places to be looking. I mean, did you ever think that you just might end up finding what you're looking for when you’re NOT looking for it? Like in a library, a park or say… walking down the street?”

“I want lots of orgasms not a relationship. Besides, a bar is the easiest place of all to meet someone. Alcohol plus the male species equals easy pickings, its simple science.”

Shaking her head, Buffy admitted that Anya may be of the promiscuous sort, but she was loyal, honest, and supportive when it came to her friends, so she didn’t mind. As she noticed her stomach starting to grumble, she stopped short and looked around till she spotted what she was looking for.

“Hey, there’s a restaurant up ahead, I’m starving, whaddya say?”

“Sure, maybe they’ll even have a cute waiter or two.”

They made their way to a quaint little bistro, situated on the corner. On the outside it had several sets of small tables with wrought iron chairs and umbrellas that shielded the patrons who sat leisurely dining in the afternoon sunlight.

Stepping inside first, Buffy took in her surroundings. Rich dark wood furniture, corner tables, a few leather bound chairs here and there and plush red velvet carpet. Its atmosphere reeked of sophistication and high priced entrées she was sure. Didn’t matter to her, Daddy had given her a Platinum Visa, two round trip tickets for her and a friend to spend the summer in France and a peck on the cheek at the airport.

Looking around for an unoccupied place to sit, Anya suddenly grabbed her arm, leading her straight to the bar area where she’d spied not only several empty barstools, but a good looking dark haired bartender. He was wearing a white button up shirt with a black vest, tie and pants.

“Ooo lalaaa, hello, handsome. Come on Buffy, this looks like a great spot.” Dragging her over to sit right in front of the bartender, Buffy merely rolled her eyes as the bartender addressed them in French.

F: “Welcome, welcome, what can I get for two lovely ladies such as your-selves?”

Anya had done well enough in her French class to be able to help both her and Buffy navigate through France for the summer.

“Hi, uhmm bonjour monsieur, we need—” she looked at Buffy, “menus and some water?” Buffy nodded and Anya turned back to the bartender. “Let’s see, uhmm, les menus et les deux eaux satisfont?”

The dark haired boy’s face suddenly took on a huge grin. He replied in perfect English

“American girls, wow, who woulda thunkit? It’s so nice to speak English every once in awhile. Hi, I’m Xander.” He extended his hand to Anya who smiled flirtatiously back at him as she offered her own in return. He immediately turned her hand over to place a chaste kiss on it and then gave the same treatment to Buffy.

“My name is Anya and this is my friend Buffy; we’re from California.” Xander nodded to her and then Buffy.

“From Philly myself. Did you two just move here?”

Buffy answered his question.

“Oh no, we’re here on vacation for the summer, a graduation present from my father. You obviously live here though, right?”

“For now anyway. I’m a student here at the university on scholarship. I work here so that I don’t have to live on campus.”

Just then a shy looking man dressed identically to Xander came through a swinging door behind the bar, holding several clean wine glasses and a towel over his left forearm. His hair was light sandy brown, slightly curly and he wore round wire-rimmed glasses that Buffy thought made him appear bookish yet highly distinguished. His features were sharp with high cheekbones and a strong square jaw. He didn’t look up at them; instead, he turned his back to begin placing the glasses in a wooden rack that overhung from the shelves lined with liquor bottles. Buffy’s gaze immediately went to his back side, and even though his pants weren’t very tight, every time he raised his arms to put the glasses in their place, his pants hugged his ass just right, outlining its perfect round shape. Nice. Viva la France, baby. Okay, bad Buffy, it’s not polite to stare at strangers butts, even if they have their back to you and it’s really, nice and round, and....

Her thoughts were interrupted by Xander.

F: “William, come meet two of my fellow American brethren over here.”

William looked over his shoulder at Xander, and then to the two ladies sitting at the bar in front of his friend. Putting the last two glasses away, he walked towards them, noticing both were quite lovely but was immediately drawn to the blonde who looked straight at him. Upon reaching where they sat, he stood next to Xander and spoke in perfect fluent French.

F: “Hello, nice to make your acquaintance, I’m William.”

“Do you speak French? William here can’t speak any English yet, but we’re working on it. I just started teaching him a few words here and there. We have some classes together and just recently went halves on a place together.”

Anya noticed that the young man had his eyes on Buffy the entire time since approaching them. She looked to her friend who was staring back at him with a similar goofy look on her face…well, well, well; do I see a connection going on here?

“Oh not me, I took Spanish and barely passed. Anya here though speaks it quite well.”

She never took her eyes off William while answering Xander’s question. Xander immediately noticed this before looking back to Anya whose expression matched his own, accompanied by a mischievous grin as her eyes darted back and forth between her own friend and his.

Anya cleared her throat loudly.

“Ahem, well it needs some work, but I’m practicing.” F: “It’s nice to meet you William. My name is Anya and this is Buffy. We’re here on vacation for the summer.” She extended her hand and smiled brightly at him.

William’s gaze snapped from Buffy’s to Anya and he quickly lowered his eyes as if he’d been caught staring too long at her friend. He smiled shyly at her and shook her hand, then turned to Buffy and shook hers as well before replying.

F: “Nice to meet you, Anya … Buffy.”

Xander helped to break the awkward moment for William’s sake.

“So, what can I get you two, something to eat and some wine perhaps? We have a fine selection of French wines that you really should sample … seeing as how you’re legal here.” He picked up a glass of water to take a sip while watching Anya intently.

“That sounds nice, but we don’t know much about wine.”

Buffy watched as Anya turned on the charm. She placed her face in both hands, elbows leaning on the bar and batted her eyelashes at him.

“Perhaps you could suggest something ... tasty?” She licked her lips in a suggestive manner and watched as Xander’s eyes went wide before choking on his water, sputtering some of it out in the process.

Trying quickly to regain his composure, he adjusted his tie. Did she just come on to me?

Anya continued smiling at him, glad that she had clearly affected him as intended. Now she only hoped he would reciprocate so they could get to the fun stuff. Judging by his reaction, he seemed sweet and innocent, she couldn’t wait to corrupt him.

“Yes, well ummm, um we have…” he started rattling off several popular types. “Chardonnay, Sancerre, and of course our ever famous, Pouilly-Fuissé.”

Anya perked up at this last title, “Fussy pussy? Oh yes, I have one of those.”

Again, Xander was so taken aback he went barn red in the face, his mouth opened but nothing coherent came out.

Buffy quickly stepped in and placed a hand on her friend’s shoulder. “You’ll have to forgive her, she has bad hearing.”

“My hearing is perfectly fine, thank you very much, Buf…”

“THAT and she has a tendency to be, well, blunt.” Squeezing her shoulder in an effort to shut her up, Anya’s glare changed to a smile as if it were a compliment and nodded her head up and down vigorously.

“Yes, it’s a gift. I find it’s the easiest way to communicate with the male species.”

Buffy leaned back to mouth the word sorry to him, then glanced at William who now had a curious look on his face. Wow, sexy eyebrows. Wonder how he got that scar.

William had watched the exchange of words by looking at each of their faces in turn as they spoke. He cocked one eyebrow up in amusement when Xander’s face flamed up and he began to stutter. Hmm, wonder what she said to get him all flustered like that. He looked back at Buffy who appeared to be trying to smooth over whatever just happened, and saw her mouth something to Xander that he could only guess was an apology. Good Lord but she has beautiful eyes. Wonder if she speaks French, too. He’d noted that Anya’s French wasn’t entirely proper and her pronunciation was a bit off, but he could follow what she was saying well enough. Trying to help break the uncomfortable atmosphere, he directed his attention back to Buffy.

F: “Do you speak French, Miss Buffy?”

“Huh?” Oh my God, what a deep, gorgeous voice. If only I could understand you. She smiled politely at him before looking at Xander for a translation. Should have taken French, damn-it! How the hell can I flirt with someone who can’t even understand me? Then she remembered a conversation with Anya awhile back about body language and eye contact. She'd told her that they were just as important as what you said if you wanted a guy to notice you. Considering this for a moment, she mentally sighed … well two out of three ain’t bad.

Xander answered his friend for her.

F: “No, she doesn’t, buddy.”

He then turned to Buffy to translate for her.

“He asked if you spoke French.”

Looking to William she replied dreamily.

“Wish I did now, sorry.” I just said that, didn’t I? I hope he can’t understand me.

Though William was shy by nature and usually avoided women, especially beautiful ones, he suddenly felt a bit more brave because they couldn’t speak each-others native tongue. He thought for sure if they could communicate, that she’d find him to be the total geek he was and run the opposite direction. What seemed to be a disadvantage had turned in his favor, bolstering his confidence at the predicament.

“Well, how about that wine, ladies?” Xander slapped his hands together before placing his palms down flat on the counter.

“You’ll have to suggest something, neither of us have any clue what tastes good.” Buffy hoped she wasn’t too obvious in her flirting; she needed to be subtle while still getting her message across.

“I have just the thing. We’ll start with one of my favorites and see if you like it.” He turned to William.

F: “Why don’t you grab a bottle of Shiraz? We need to introduce our new friends here to the finer taste of French wine.”

William nodded his head towards Xander and promptly ducked under the bar to retrieve the bottle. Standing up he placed it directly in front of Buffy for her inspection and nodded once more to her before turning around to retrieve two of the glasses he’d put away earlier.

Anya began chattering away with Xander in French while Buffy ignored them to once again enjoy the view she knew would be provided to her once William went for the glasses. When his towel slipped from his arm falling to the floor, her heart skipped a beat when he bent over to get it. As nonchalantly as she could, she raised her body off the barstool so she could have an unobstructed view.

Catching Buffy’s movement from the corner of his eye, Xander glanced over and looked a bit surprised but amused at the same time. He brought his elbows down to the bar and leaned in towards Anya. Quirking his head towards Buffy, he whispered to her.

F: “Not to interrupt you but it seems like your friend there is checking mine out.”

Anya glanced over in time to see Buffy staring at the bent over form of the other bartender. Looking at William’s backside as well, she smiled appreciatively.

F: “Well, about time I’d say.” Shaking her head back and forth at Xander she continued their whispered conversation. “Poor thing hasn’t got laid in months. I told her she needs a serious bedding. She’s been wound tighter than a drum lately. Hey, do you think William might be interested?”

Luckily, Xander had predicted what kind of response she would come back with and didn’t look as surprised this time.

F: “William is… well, he’s aaaaa… shy, to say the very least. He’s single, mind you, but that’s due to his lack of actually talking to girls. I’m willing to bet he’s more than interested though, kind of caught the looks they were giving each other earlier.”

F: “Well, looks to me like we have duty to perform here. Let’s work together and see what happens.” She grinned at him eagerly.

F: “This could be mission impossible, but I suppose it’s worth a try. Why not?” He stood up and offered his hand to shake Anya’s in agreement.

Sitting back down as quickly as possible once William stood, Buffy picked up the bottle in front of her and studied it as if it were the most interesting thing she’d ever seen. Looking up as he approached, she gave him a 1000 watt smile while he set the two glasses down in front of her. She watched in awe as he pulled a corkscrew from his back pocket and twirled it by its handle like a gun-slinger from the old west. He stopped it mid-twirl then proceeded to use the towel over his arm to grip the bottle as he expertly extracted the cork. Bringing it level with her face, he waited. Noticing her puzzled look he quickly brought it back under his nose to smell it then held it back in front her.

Knowing now what he meant for her to do, she decided to practice some of that ‘body language’ Anya had spoke about. In a bold move, she kept her eyes on his, took hold of his wrist gently and slowly pulled it forward till the cork was under her nose. Once there, she closed her eyes and took her time inhaling its fragrance, purring out a sexy “mmmmm”.

William waited for her to take the cork, but when she took his wrist in her tiny hand and brought it to her instead, he gasped audibly. She had turned one simple act that seemed innocent enough to begin with, into something highly erotic. He could only watch, dumbstruck as she closed her eyes and smiled as she moaned. Good God in heaven, does she have any idea what she just did? His pants became impossibly tight as he stood transfixed. Several agonizing seconds later he felt her grip release him. He was frozen to the spot, mute, staring at her smile until he heard Xander clear his throat.

Grateful for the distraction he quickly looked away and grabbed one of the glasses. I must have misread what she did, there’s no way that meant anything. She’s too beautiful to be interested in me. Positive he'd misjudged her actions, he scolded himself for his wishful thinking, quickly dismissed what he’d witnessed and then proceeded to pour a small amount of wine in each glass before replacing the cork. He stepped back slowly and waited for both women to try the wine.

After Buffy let go of his wrist, she smirked inside at the reaction she elicited from him. After Xander broke the spell she tried to weave by coughing, she watched William regain his composure to act as if nothing had happened. Damn, is he really that dense or just gay? Maybe I didn't make myself clear enough.

She took her glass and tilted it to her lips before swallowing a small amount.

“Blooouuuah, blouaaaaaaaw.” Her face contorted at the bitter taste as it slid down her throat.

William immediately began chuckling at her reaction and offered her a napkin with a somewhat sympathetic smile on his face. Xander too had laughed while Anya just shrugged her shoulders and downed her glass in one gulp before slamming it back down on the bar to grab Buffy’s, draining it in the same manner.

“Mmmm, yummy.”

“Speak for yourself, ewww.” Buffy dabbed at her mouth with the napkin William gave her and reached across the bar to grab Xander's glass of water to try and wash out the taste.

Xander couldn’t help but comment on Anya’s actions.

“WOW! Now that’s my kind of woman.” Impressed by Anya’s treatment of the drink, he gave her a huge grin. He took the two glasses away and looked to William.

F: “Perhaps the Sancerre?”

F: “An excellent choice my friend, Sancerre it is.” He retrieved a second bottle from beneath the bar while Xander went to get two more glasses.

Again Buffy watched as he twirled the corkscrew and went through the motions of opening and pouring the wine, only this time he didn’t offer her the cork. She thought he either wasn’t interested in her or was too embarrassed by her earlier behavior. After he placed the bottle back down, she took her glass and hoped this one would taste better. After swallowing a small amount she made a face and shook her head no while handing her glass back to him, then spoke.

“Sorry, William.”

He nodded, understanding her perfectly before replying.

F: “Quite alright, Miss Buffy. Something else perhaps?”

She held up one finger and nodded her head.

“I’ll try one more but that’s it for me, three strikes and I’m out.” She loved the sound of his voice, so deep, so sexy. She could listen to him talk all day and not even care if he were reading her a recipe. She decided to keep him talking even if they couldn’t understand one another. Looking into his eyes, she could tell they were blue but wished she could see them without the glasses.

“So, what’s next?” She sat up to peer over the bar to indicate what she was asking.

He noticed from her gesture that she must be asking about another type of wine to try and he couldn’t help but think about her earlier reaction to the prior selections. He crossed one arm over his chest to rest under the other while the opposite hand came to his face. Placing a finger against his temple, he tapped it as if deep in thought.

F: “Hmmmmmmm, maybe the Pouilly-Fuissé would be more to your liking?”

Seeing he was thoughtful about what to choose next coupled with the fact his enunciation indicated he was posing a question, she crossed her arms just beneath the red halter-top she was wearing to push her breasts up a bit before answering.

“Surprise me.” Okay, I’ll try one more time and then it’s quits. If he doesn’t take the bait this time…

He watched as she leaned into the back of the bar stool and heard her speak. From her face and tone of voice, he deduced she was willing to try again. Then he witnessed the cleavage formed from the placement of her arms as she crossed them and it suddenly felt a hundred degrees hotter in the room. Jesus, I wonder if she has any idea how beautiful she is.

He imagined for a moment how it would feel to take one of those luscious mounds into his mouth. He could see himself sucking each of them gently, making her nipples hard with the tip of his tongue, watching her writhe in pleasure from his touch. He would caress her, make her feel like the goddess she was, kiss every part of her body with his lips and tongue. Before he knew it, he was smiling devilishly at her chest before raising his eyes to meet hers.

F: “Anything for you, Miss Buffy.” Is it my imagination or is she actually doing this on purpose?

“Well then, bring it on.” Quite satisfied that he wasn’t gay based on the attention he’d paid to her chest, she returned his more than obvious appreciative smile with her own. That’s it, come to mamma, you bad boy you.

Xander, transfixed with Anya’s repeat performance on her current glass of wine, didn’t notice their respective friends were actually talking and despite the language barrier, they appeared to understand one another perfectly. Anya however, kept her ears open while her eyes remained on Xander. Reaching across the bar she grabbed him by his bowtie and pulled his ear to her mouth.

"Hey, I think our couple is doing well, but … if you were inclined to push them along, NOW would be a good time. I know they would be grateful and so would I. Then maybe you and I could leave the rest up to them and we could...” She raised her eyebrows up and down three times to clearly communicate what she was thinking.

Xander gulped loudly and turned his head towards William who was clearly occupied with Buffy.

“Sure, yeah, ahhhhh one moment, yeah, just ah, ah one moment.” He held up one finger.

William immediately went for a third bottle, hoping Buffy would like this one better. They continued to smile at each other, exchanging gestures along with brief words that no longer needed interpretation. He felt Xander place a hand on his shoulder before speaking.

F: “Hey buddy, can you help me with the glasses?”

F: “Huh? Why would you need my hel…” He noticed the familiar 'need a word with you' look and followed him over to the other end of the bar where they could talk more privately.

Once they were out of earshot of the two women Xander spoke.

F: “Why don’t you take Buffy down to the wine cellar and help her pick out a wine she might enjoy.”

F: “Why? We have plenty of...” Oh. He wanted to be alone with Anya, wait a minute that means I have to be alone with Buffy.

F: “Do I have to spell it out for you?”

F: “No. I get it; you want to be alone with Anya.”

F: “Yes, but not just that. Look, Buffy’s been giving you all the right signals and you’ve been reciprocating, don’t think Anya and I haven’t noticed. It’s obvious you two are hitting on each other, so for God sakes man, go with it.”

William blushed.

F: “I don’t know, I mean, yeah, I’ll take Buffy down to pick out a wine, but ... we don’t even speak the same language.”

F: “Trust me buddy, you two were talking just fine. I know you’re insecure when it comes to women, but she obviously has the hots for you. For once in your life just go with it and drop the shy bit, you don’t need to be. Maybe we could get some double dates here for the whole summer.”

William thought about it for a moment before answering.

F: “Okay, but what if you’re wrong and...”

F: “Trust me, Anya knows Buffy and said so herself. Besides, the way she was flirting with you, even a deaf man can tell she wants to get to know you.”

F: “Fine. But if you’re wrong about this I swear...”

Xander just patted him on the back, grabbed two more wine glasses and walked away, indicating for William to follow him.


A/N: Like it, hate it, want more? Let me know by reviewing please.

The moment the two men walked away, Anya leaned closer to Buffy with a knowing grin on her face.

“Wish you’d taken French now, hmmm?”

“What do you mean?”

Anya gave her a disgusted look as if insulted then performed her own impression of Buffy. “’Wish I did now, sorry’. Please! You don’t fool me and you didn’t fool Xander either.” She shook an accusatory finger at her. “We saw the way you two were looking at each other. Not that I blame you. He may not be my type but I certainly wouldn’t kick him out of bed either.”

Buffy nodded. There was no way to fool the queen of seduction herself.

“That obvious, huh?”

“Yes.” She shook her head up and down. “But it doesn’t matter. He wants to get in your pants, I can tell.” She smiled brightly, hoping to encourage her.

“Anya,” Buffy whispered harshly while her face went red. She glanced over at the two bartenders to make sure they hadn’t heard anything. She couldn’t deny she’d entertained a dirty thought or two, though she’d never admit to it.

“What?!?!” Looking shocked as if she’d said nothing wrong, “I know two things,” she raised a finger as she rattled them off. “You and men. And I know EXACTLY what he was thinking when his eyes were glued to your knockers, which by the way, nice move, I’m proud of you. Not to mention both Xander and I caught you checking out his buns, so go get your man.”

Damn, what am I, transparent-girl here? “I, I...” interrupted before she could finish.

“Look, unlike me you NEED a lay, not a relationship.”

Just then, the men came walking back.

F: “I think you’re right buddy. Buffy would like the Pouilly-Fuissé, but we don’t have any up here at the moment.”

At the mention of her name, Buffy looked up from Xander to William and then back again before Xander addressed her.

“I was telling him that you might enjoy the Pouilly-Fuisse, but it’s down in the cell...” He held up a finger as his face lit up. “Wait a minute, I have a better idea.” And he hoped Buffy would take the bait, for the sake of him being alone with Anya and that his friend might actually find his courage. “We have a small bar in the basement next to the wine cellar. You can choose whatever you want from the rack and try it right there. William here can help you.”

“Uhmm, well...” She thought about it for a moment. That would mean she’d have to be alone with William. Alone with William. Hmmm, let me think. Means I’d be forced to listen to that sexy voice, forced to look at that nice ass of his...

“Okay, I’m game.” She turned to William and smiled coquettishly. He won’t understand what I’m saying anyway, so that’s a plus. Oh yeah, time to let naughty Buffy out to play. She was only here for the summer and a little flirting never hurt, especially if it worked.

Charming smile, gorgeous face, nice assets and he seemed adorably shy, a trait she found particularly appealing. She wasn’t out to seduce him necessarily, but, if he acted on her cues, who was she to stop him? She could hear her mother’s voice in her head... ‘It’s the shy ones you have to watch out for’. Oh yeah, bet there’s a tiger underneath all that just waiting get loose.

“Great!” F: “William, why don’t you take Buffy to the wine cellar for a tasting, let her choose whatever she wants and help her out?”

F: “It would be my pleasure.”

Though nervous as hell, he was determined not to let it show. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been alone in the same room with a woman, especially not one this gorgeous. The butterflies in his stomach were fluttering so wildly they almost made him sick. But when she smiled at him like that, there was no denying he relished the idea just to be near her. She had his mind racing with a thousand improper thoughts; after all he was a man.

Shaking those thoughts away, he decided to treat her with the proper respect that every woman deserved. Making his way to the end of the bar, he walked to where she sat and held his arm out in gentlemanly fashion.

F: “Miss Buffy?”

She melted the moment he offered her his arm. Oh my God, can he be any sexier? Oh yeah, she was liking the idea more and more of spending her summer in France, as long as it included William. Rising from her chair, she interlocked her arm with his.

“Lead the way.”

Both Xander and Anya watched the couple walk away, each smiling, positive their friends would get along just fine without an interpreter.

When they disappeared, Anya looked to the man she was sure would give her many orgasms.

“Now, where were we? Oh yes, I remember. You were about to tell me where we can go to...” She made a circle with one hand while using the finger of her opposite hand to poke in and out it suggestively.

She watched Xander turn beet red as he adjusted his tie.

“Well, I get off in about fifteen minutes.”

“HEY!!! There will be no getting off until I do.” She shook her finger at him seriously.

“I-I mean from my shift, here... at work. We could... maybe... doyouwantgotomyplace?” he blurted nervously.

“That sounds perfect.” She liked the idea of soft cozy bed.

Just then Xander made a face.

“What?”

“Well, William and I work the same hours today, and I don’t think he’d be very comfortable if we were, well...” He trailed off so she would clearly understand his concern.

No way was she going to let anyone get in the way of her having sex now.

“Why don’t you tell him not to come home for, oh lets say... at least an hour? And hey, wouldn’t hurt our couple to HAVE to spend a little more time together?”

Forward or not he liked this girl.

“Smart chicks are soooo hot!”

~~~~~~~~~~~~

When they reached the cellar door, William opened it and motioned for Buffy to step inside first. He let go of her arm as she took the first two steps down then remembered the stairs, although wide, were quite steep. He didn’t want to risk her falling and without thinking, placed an arm around her waist and used the other to grasp the arm closest to him in order to help her down. It was then she stumbled; in a flash, he pulled her tight against his side to steady her.

“OH!” She yelped as her foot slipped. Luckily, at the same time, William’s hand gripped her, preventing her from toppling over.

Her heart pounded in her chest; she couldn’t tell if it was from the near fall or the fact her body was now pressed against his as he held her firmly. His lean form felt so muscular, so hard, her mind instantly went to a place where she was ridding him of that bow tie, vest, shirt... stripping him down to see for herself if he looked as good as he felt. She was glad the cellar’s light was considerably dimmer than that upstairs, lest he see how her heated thoughts stained her cheeks pink.

When they’d reached the bottom step, he released her.

“Merci, William.” Hey, who didn’t know how to say ‘thank you’ in French?

He looked so sweet as he timidly ducked his head and nodded in response. She was used to going for the loud, dumb jock type. However, William was adorably different and she was quickly becoming more and more attracted to him.

He swept his hand forward, suggesting she walk ahead of him. ‘Ladies first’ must have come from a man’s excuse to ogle the backside of a girl, he thought. He silently thanked whoever invented short-shorts because he’d never seen a woman wear them so well. The swell of her bottom swayed so seductively, so perfectly feminine that he became transfixed by the sight, never noticing she stopped until it was too late.

She’d only walked a few feet before becoming unsure which direction to go in. When he bumped right into her, she turned to make her own apologies and found him looking as guilty as the day was long. It wasn’t hard to tell where his attention had been focused at the time she stopped short in front of him. Naughty boy. She smiled when he turned red and kept apologizing over and over.

F: “Pardon, pardon me, Miss Buffy.” He truly wanted to crawl in a hole and just die. She stood there and smiled the smile of a woman who clearly knew what he’d been doing. Instead of being upset however, she stepped beside him and linked her arm through his again and spoke. Unsure of what she was saying, he gave her a questioning look while trying his best not to visibly shake under her touch.

“I’m not sure which way to go.” Uh oh, better make myself a little clearer. He had the cutest, clueless look on his face. She directed her eyes and head forward then shrugged her shoulders.

Oh. Understanding now, he promptly took the lead, guiding her towards the back.

The first thing she noticed was a bar similar to the one upstairs, only much smaller. There was barely enough room for the four stools that were neatly arranged in front of it. To the right of was a heavy looking door with wrought iron hinges.

F: “We’re here Miss Buffy.” He patted the tiny hand that draped over his forearm before letting go. Stepping forward, he produced a set of keys from his pants pocket and proceeded to unlock the massive door in front of them. It swung open with a loud creak as he walked inside and flipped on a light switch.

Motioning for her to join him, she stepped inside and looked around. She was surprised to see such a large quantity of wine stored in so tiny a space. The racks went from the floor all the way to the ceiling against all three walls, every one of them stocked. Walking forwards, she plucked a single bottle out and looked at it. Brushing the dust off with her thumb, she wondered how she was going to pick any on of them, especially since she couldn’t read the titles.

“I have no idea what I’m looking at here.”

He forgot that if she couldn’t speak French then she damn sure couldn’t read it either. The confusion twisting across her features as she pursed her lips was incredibly cute. He stepped forward and held out a hand for the bottle she held.

After handing it over, she watched as he read the title silently to himself and nodded in apparent approval of her choice.

F: “It’s a very good wine, but probably too dry for your taste.” He chuckled. “Judging from your reaction to the others of course.” He placed the bottle back in its cradle and ran a finger along the rest of that shelf then down and across the next, stopping on one that grabbed his attention. “Ah, here we are, Pouilly-Fuisse.”

She watched as he chose for her and recognized the title from Anya’s earlier, sexual, admission. He held it out for her inspection and she offered up a smile, shrugging her shoulders in a manner to suggest ‘why not’.

She stepped aside and waited for him to exit. When he motioned for her to walk ahead of him she shook her head and repeated his gesture, suggesting she follow him instead. Tit for tat, baby. She couldn’t pass up another opportunity to see those freshly baked French rolls of his as he headed for the bar. Mmm, mmm, Mmmmmmmmm. I could watch him walk away all day.

She followed him all the way behind the bar rather than take a seat on the opposite side. Hey, they were alone, and she didn’t feel a piece of wood should separate them.

He was a bit shocked to see that she stayed right with him, but he wasn’t going to complain either. Having her this close was making him nervous, but at the same time more confident that maybe Xander had been right. He pulled a glass from behind him and set it down.

She leaned her elbows on the table-top and smiled as he opened the bottle and poured her a generous half glass.

“Trying to get me drunk, William?” She smiled and shoved the glass towards him, indicating she wanted him to have some with her.

Understanding what she wanted, he retrieved another glass. He was officially off duty in a few more minutes, so having a glass with her wouldn’t hurt. Hell, it might even help his nerves. Pouring a second one, he lifted it in the air.

F: “To America.” He saluted her.

She understood that word and raised her glass to touch his.

“To France.” Tilting her head to let the contents glide down her throat, she hummed in surprise. “Oh my God, this is good. I like it.”

He smiled at her reaction and spoke one of the few words he knew in English.

F: “Like?”

Surprised by the familiar word, all she could do was nod and repeat the word. Downing her glass, she set it down and picked up the bottle, pouring herself some more.

He laughed as he watched her enjoy a second glass of the famed French wine. After finishing his own, she quickly grabbed his glass and refilled it for him.

The effects of the alcohol didn’t take long to catch up with her. Emboldened, she took William’s arm and led him around to the other side of the bar where the stools were, letting him know she wanted to him to sit with her.

He followed her lead like a dutiful puppy, not wanting to resist her charm. She had captured him completely. He decided right then and there he could deny her nothing, so long as she kept smiling at him like that.

They sat and drank the rest of the bottle in under five minutes.

F: “Would you like some more Miss Buffy?”

Feeling much braver due to the liquid courage running though his veins, he raised the empty bottle and shook it back and forth with a questioning look on his face.

“Oh, yes please, oui.”

He wasted no time in retrieving another bottle. He liked how she made him feel... comfortable. For the first time in his life, William felt comfortable around a woman. Didn’t matter if the language barrier was the reason, he would take whatever he got, especially if it was coming from her.

He returned and set the wine down between them after taking up his seat next to her. When she inched her stool a little closer to his, he froze. He sat there immobile as she leaned in close to whisper in his ear.

“If I know Anya, she’s probably putting major moves on your buddy right now.”

He didn’t know what she was saying, didn’t care. The second her voice purred into his ear, his cock twitched. Her scent filled his nostrils and his jaw tightened. She smelt amazing, and it took all his will to refrain from saying something inappropriate. Wait a minute, what was he thinking? She couldn’t understand what he said anyways, so why not speak his mind?

Leaning closer to her so that their thighs touched, he spoke in a low, husky tone.

F: “Buffy. Do you have any idea how beautiful you are? I bet you don’t sweet girl.”

Wow. Whatever he said made her panties go damp with desire. She took another sip of her wine and purposely let some of dribble over her lip. Just as she predicted, the gentleman in him had a napkin ready and waiting to help her out.

She feigned an innocent ‘oops’ and leaned forward into his waiting hand.

Oh God. He had no choice but to wipe delicately at her chin, which he did, as carefully, and cautiously as possible.

“Merci, William.”

F: “Buffy, if you keep this up I... Please, give me some indication that you like me, before I make a complete and utter fool of myself.”

His tone of voice sent shivers down her spine. No longer able to restrain herself, she set her wine down and stared at him. Leaning forward, she reached out and slowly took his glasses off.

“Beautiful.” She whispered the compliment. The clear blue of his eyes took her breath away. She knew they were nice, but to see them up close like this was amazing.

He ducked under her close scrutiny, not sure if his prayers had been answered or not.

She set his spectacles down and raised a single finger to slowly trace the line of his scarred eyebrow. She smiled when his eyes closed at her touch and his lips parted. Getting the message now?

Retracting her hand, she picked up her glass again. Nodding in his direction, she took another sip and smiled seductively.

“What are doing for the summer? Cuz if you have no plans, I’d like it very much if you were to become a part of mine.”

It was the wine talking now, but as we all know, the truth tends to come out after it loosens the tongue of man... or woman as the case may be.

He tilted his head and studied her after her little finger left his face. If he read the signs right, she was more than interested in him; at least he hoped so. But the shy, inexperienced boy kept telling him there was no way someone as beautiful as she was would bother giving him the time of day. He shook his head and returned his attention to his drink, positive he was imagining things.

She could tell he was holding back, his insecurity clearly marking his every move. Guess he needs an open invitation.

It was now or never. If he didn’t take the bait she was about to offer, she’d accept defeat.

“William.” He glanced up and into her eyes. “What would you say if I told you I wanted you? That I wanted your hands all over my body? Right here, right now.”

He looked confused, so she swiveled her chair to face him. She took his glass and set it down for him, then placed a hand on each of his knees to turn him towards her.

Oh my, what is she... oh, ah ah.

F: “Miss Buffy? Wh-what are you doing?” Useless as it was to ask her, he had to. He could scarcely believe she had her hands on his legs. His cock hardened when she moved his thighs apart and slipped her feet between his legs, resting her toes on his chair’s frame.

The obvious bulge in his pants told her she’d been right all along but she could tell he was too nervous to make a move on his own.

“I can’t do all the work here, but I’m willing to help you start.” She gently took his hands in hers and brought them towards her, smiling when his eyes closed. It almost seemed like he was afraid to see what she was going to do.

“No. Don’t close your eyes,” she whispered. As if he understood, he opened them half way, clenching his jaw muscles as if trying to restrain himself.

“That’s it; let me see those baby blues.” She watched him lick his lips and swallow hard. Damn she wanted to suck on that full bottom lip of his. She mimicked him perfectly, hoping he’d make a move of his own.

God knows he wanted her, but he was rooted to the spot. Anxiety gripped him, rendering him unable to make his hands work even as she placed them on her waist. Having zero experience with women he was genuinely scared; he was, sadly, a twenty one year old virgin. He’d watched enough porn to know what to do, but the fact that he was in a position where he could frightened the shit out of him.

She pinned him with a sultry stare and guided his hands very, very slowly upwards. The second she had his palms touching the underside of her breasts she closed her eyes and rolled her head back, moaning at the feel of their warmth.

Leaving his hands where they were, she pushed her breasts together once before running her fingers up her neck and back down again. She brought her gaze back to him. Seeing his eyes were wide and glued to her chest, she continued running her hands up his forearms and arched into him... that’s when she stopped. That got his attention.

He’d been mesmerized with the sensual way she touched herself and the fact he actually had his hands, at least partly, on her breasts. When she ceased all movement, he pried his eyes from her breasts to look at her face. She gave him an exaggerated pout as if to ask ‘don’t you want me’?

Several long seconds passed and he still did nothing except remain fixed in the position she’d left him in. She sighed long and heavy. Taking hold of hands, she spoke while removing them gently.

Wait, what are you doing? No, no, no!!! He felt like a child whose candy was about to be stolen from him.

“Well, I guess if you don’t... OH!!!”

He snapped. The opportunity to lose his virginity had practically fallen in his lap, and there was no way his body was going to let it pass him by. Need pushed his fear aside and instinct took over. He grabbed her waist and roughly hauled her up to sit on the edge of the bar. Wrapping one arm around her waist, the other found the back of her head and held her tight as he lunged for her throat, growling loudly.


A/N: Am I being evil on purpose??? You bet I am, this time. No worries, I have chapter three already done, and yes it’s the last chapter. I decided that I won’t post it until I’m sure everyone’s had a chance to read it and enough people review saying they want the ending. Again, I’m being evil and naughty on purpose.

“God yes... finally.” Took you long enough, she thought.

He was surprisingly quite rough and demanding in his actions, but she didn’t care. Her pussy was aching now that he’d latched onto her neck. She held his head in her hands and pushed herself against him, rubbing her body sensuously up and down. She cursed the height of the bar as it prevented her from coming into contact with his manhood.

“William, I need, ahhh... ohhhhhhhh, need more.” The snarls that were coming from deep in his throat let her know she was right in her earlier estimation... he was a tiger when fully aroused. His teeth dug into her skin as he nipped and licked at her neck over and over, making her dizzy. She grabbed his hair and yanked his head away. Looking into his eyes she saw how far gone he was. No amount of talking in any language could stop him now, thank God. She smashed her mouth against his, grateful that he responded by pushing his tongue between her lips.

The taste of her mouth was just as intoxicating as the wine they’d drank. He ground his cock against the side of the bar when she kept pushing her body into his. If this was what kissing a woman felt like, he couldn’t wait to kiss every inch of her golden body.

They spent a few minutes dueling with their tongues, groping at one another. His hands were suddenly all over her... and in all the right places. He kept switching from fondling her breasts to rubbing his palm over her heated center. The friction he created against her clit was starting to become too much, she needed relief soon before she soaked straight through her shorts onto the bar.

As if reading her mind, he suddenly placed a hand on her hip and one on her shoulder, pushing her back to lie down so he could get to the button at her waist.

There were only two articles of cloth separating him from his virginity, and he wanted them gone... now. When she raised her hands to help him rid her of her clothing, he slapped them away. This was his prize, his gift, and he wanted to unwrap it himself. In a millisecond, he had her unzipped and could see the red lace of her panties as her shorts fell open. Standing upright, he grabbed her hips and pulled her bottom to the very edge of the table. She seemed to know what he wanted and raised herself up so he could pull both her underwear and shorts off.

Anya was right; this was exactly what she needed. When he got her clothes down to her knees, she had to anchor herself somehow to prevent falling forward. She chose to place her sandaled feet against one of his shoulders. She felt him slide the material down then lift her ankles with one hand and ripped them off completely with the other.

As soon he freed her of her garments, he took an ankle in each of his hands and placed them on either side of his waist, opening her up to his hungry gaze.

F: “Magnifique!” And it was. Ten times more beautiful than anything he’d ever seen in a skin flick. Her pussy was shaved clean and smooth; he could see her swollen pink lips glistening in her own moisture. His lips smacked involuntarily... and that’s when he knew he had to taste her. Setting porn aside, even Xander said it was what every man wanted to do first to a woman. William, however, wanted to do it for her, not just to her.

Buffy propped herself up on her elbows to see what he was doing when she heard the sound of something dragging across the floor. She watched him bring one of the stools close to the bar and sat down, letting out a little ‘eeep’ when he wasted no time in throwing her legs over his shoulders and hauled her bottom close to his face. Oh wow, is he going to do what I think he...

Her thought was cut short when she felt his warm tongue lick at her opening. Her body fell back and her head hit the bar with a dull thump. She never even noticed the pain, too wrapped in the blissful sensation of him touring the outer rim of her womanhood.

“Ooooh, uhh, that feels so AHHHHH!!!” She cried out when he suddenly sucked her clit into his mouth and flicked his tongue over it rapidly. “Ahhhhhhhhh, William, WILLIAM!” God damn the boy was good at this.

Her scent was unlike anything he’d ever encountered before. It was earthy, musky and sweet all at the same time. When he finally placed his tongue over her, his taste buds came alive. The sweet, salty tang was delectable, like heaven. Drawing his face back to look at her, he noticed her pearly button and latched onto it. He always saw women go crazy on screen when men did that. He wasn’t disappointed; she responded the same, though knowing her screams were for him made it twice as exciting to continue, just to hear her do it again.

All she could do was moan his name and thrash her head back and forth. Her last two boyfriends had been the only people who’d done this to her and their performance came nowhere near William’s. It felt like he was playing Christopher Columbus... ‘The explorer’. His tongue searched every crevice, sucking, licking, nibbling until she was a babbling litany of profanities along with his name.

“Oh fuck, William, where did you learn... ohhhh FUCK!!!”

F: “Phoque?” He was a tad confused. Why was she repeatedly saying the word ‘seal’, as in the mammal? He shoved it aside for now. The fact she was writhing underneath him in apparent ecstasy and screaming his name had him so enthralled, he ground his mouth harder against her, lapping at her folds.

“Yes, William, fuck. Feels so fucking good, oh, ahhh, William.” Bon appétit, baby. She felt him begin a pattern, his tongue starting from the bottom of her opening licking all the way straight to her clit. Each time he reached her hooded arousal he worried it with his teeth before running his tongue back down. Over and over, again and again he did this until she felt the heavy ache of need begin to grow deep in her womb. All she needed was a little... something more. He seemed to read her body as that thought occurred to her, changing his ministrations in a manner that had her grabbing the edge of the bar, white knuckled.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

The next crew of bartenders showed up and officially relieved Xander from his duties. When one of them asked where William was, he told them he was “giving a lovely young lady a tasting in the basement”. If he only knew who was really doing the tasting, he’d have been happy for his friend.

He told Anya to wait for him while he went down to inform their two friends that they should stay away from his apartment for awhile. He truly hoped they were getting along. The attraction between them was obvious, but he knew William’s nerve around women was, well, nonexistent. He simply had no self confidence and more than likely would remain a virgin the rest of his life.

He padded down the stairs and headed towards the back when his ears picked up the sounds of a woman... swearing? The words “... so fucking good, oh, ahhhh, William,” rang out. Oh shit. No way. Unable to believe what he was hearing, his legs carried him forward noiselessly, wanting to see for himself if his friend was... WHOA!!!

It wasn’t what he expected to see, but it made him thrilled for his friend all the same. William had Buffy sprawled out on the bar top with his head clearly nestled between her legs eating his heart, er, well, eating her out. He silently shouted ‘yes’ while clenching his fist in the air. Congratulations would have to wait however, the pair was so into each other and he hoped, for William’s sake, they would be doing more.

He suddenly remembered he still needed to inform his roommate to stay away from the apartment. How the hell was he going to do that when they were so... involved right now? Far be it from him to interrupt a man while he was having his first ‘taste’ of cunnilingus. While trying to figure out a solution he watched the pair, feeling a tad guilty for spying, however accidentally, and that his own manhood had doubled in size. He wanted to get back to Anya now, leave them in peace and take her to his place so he could do the same to her. Caught between finding a solution and watching his friend please the pretty blonde, he didn’t hear Anya approach him until she spoke.

“Xander! You’ve been down here for five whole minutes and... OH!” When her eyes turned in the direction his had been before she startled him, she saw exactly why he’d been gone for so long. She lowered her voice and gave her opinion. “I see the hold up now. Wow, your friend sure is doing Buffy a favor, and from the looks of things he’s a pro.”

She’d scared the shit out of him, but when he saw it was only Anya, he breathed a sigh of relief, especially when she whispered.

“No, I mean yeah.” At her confused look he explained. “I mean I’m glad he’s doing... that to your friend, but he’s no pro... he’s a virgin, in EVERY sense of the word.” He watched her eyes go wide.

“You’re KIDDING... oops, sorry.” She lowered her voice again. “Looks like he’s a natural.” She nodded her head in approval. “Buffy has a little French in her after all.”

“How are we going to tell them that we’re, ya know, gonna need the apartment for awhile?”

She smiled and wrapped her arms around his waist, letting one hand slip down to his crotch to feel his erection. When he jumped, she squeezed him harder.

“Sssshhh, I just wanted to see if you’re as excited as I am. And about our little problem,” she leaned in to lick his ear, “leave them a note. I’m sure when they’re, ahem, ‘finished’, they’ll get it.” She smiled when he answered her in a choked ‘u-huh’.

Letting go of his erection, she took one of his hands and slowly led him back towards the stairs.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

He could stay here all day, right between her legs, licking every precious inch of her sex. But there was so much more he wanted to try with this beautiful and willing creature. His arms had remained wrapped around her legs the entire time. Now, his desire to delve into her with his fingers had him moving one hand towards her center.

Taking his mouth away, he slid a single digit along her folds, caressing them, taking in their silky, wet feel. When she started bucking into him, he pushed it inside, amazed at how loud this tiny woman could scream. He gathered he was doing the right thing and added a second finger, allowing her to move against his hand until she swallowed him up to his knuckles. The warm, supple texture of her surrounding him, pumping over his fingers astounded him. If she felt this amazing on his fingers he couldn’t wait to see what she felt like on his throbbing erection.

The loss of his mouth was replaced by the feel of his fingers. As he pushed one, and then two inside of her, she encouraged him by rocking her hips forward. She couldn’t get over how good he made her feel. She wanted to cum so badly that her hand moved of its own accord, sliding down between her legs towards her clit.

F: “Oh Christ, kitten, what are doi....” He growled when her tiny fingers strayed down to touch herself. He watched in fascination as she began stimulating herself. His erection became so engorged it began to hurt. He had to grind himself against the side of the bar as hard as he could, hoping the pain would prevent him from spilling inside his pants.

She felt him pull his finger from her depths. Her mewl of protest never had a chance to voice itself as he plunged his tongue deep inside her.

“YESSS!”

He dove in, provoked by her renewed enthusiasm as she shouted her pleasure. Driving his tongue in and out, he savored her taste, keeping his eyes open to watch as her fingers began moving rapidly over her precious dewy bud. Sliding his other hand down her thigh, he settled it between her legs, coating his finger in her fluids before lowering it to her puckered hole. He wasn’t sure how she would react, but his innate curiosity to experiment, to see how much she would allow overrode any reservations he might have held.

He still couldn’t believe this was happening to him. Only moments ago, she’d walked into his place of employment, all golden, glowing and... effulgent, completely intimidating him with her blinding beauty. Now here he was, seemingly in command of her luscious body and whether she would cum or not. The thrill of the power he wielded over her seemed to ignite the sexual creature deep within him. His thumb teased her second entrance, rubbing back and forth insistently against the delicate tissue with increasing pressure as he fucked her unmercifully with his tongue.

She couldn’t take anymore, her mind lost contact with reality under the assault of his talented mouth and able hands. The erotic strokes he applied to her bottom fueled her passion. No one had ever done that to her before, if they had, she would have refused this kind of attention, but he made it feel ohhhhh so sinful yet heavenly at the same time. As her desire grew, her back arched towards the ceiling, anticipating the glorious release he was about to bestow upon her needy body.

He felt his fingers being gripped by the velvety slickness of her walls. That coupled with the fact she was screaming louder had his instinct kicking into overdrive. He wanted to make her cum, but was afraid her cries of ecstasy would alert the patrons above to what was going on in the cellar beneath them. He reached a hand up and splayed it across her stomach, pressing down hard to still her movements, and hopefully her cries.

When he laid his hand possessively across her abdomen and pushed, she fought harder to raise her hips off the surface of the table. His fingernails dug into her flesh, restraining her efforts. She knew it was a warning, but he’d driven her to the edge of madness. She screamed ‘please’ louder than before, not caring if anyone heard or walked in on them. The delicious things he was doing had her mind oblivious to all else except her impending orgasm.

Damn, his efforts weren’t quieting her at all; rather, it had the opposite effect. Her voice was getting louder; words tumbling forth in English he assumed were praise. He felt, unfortunately, that he had to silence his golden princess, as well as end her agony.

Just when she thought his nails were going to break the surface of her soft flesh, he removed it and reached for her mouth, covering it with his hand. In a quick move, she shook her head to the side and grabbed a finger between her teeth, biting down hard.

When she unrepentantly bit him, he reeled back from the pain. Looking into her face, he saw she was lost and bit his own lip, stifling back from the sting until she retracted her teeth and wrapped her lips, instead, around his finger. He groaned, imagining those soft lips of hers sucking him off while she laved her tongue around it, like she was now doing to his finger. How on earth this day had turned from the ordinary to the extraordinary he’d never know, but he wasn’t about to complain or kick a gift horse in the mouth.

He was in awe of her unrestrained lust. To think he was responsible for this beautiful display of womanhood sent his hormones into overdrive. In a last minute decision he pushed his thumb inside her puckered entrance and sucked her nub into his mouth. She bucked into his face, which forced his thumb further inside of her. Apparently she didn’t mind at all, judging from the screams he had to muffle with his hand as best as possible.

The sudden invasion to her forbidden zone broke the damn of her lust. Her body convulsed as he brought her off. She could feel the release of her liquid excitement and whimpered under the hand that covered her mouth, knowing she had to quite herself.

He suddenly felt one small hand holding his head against her pussy while the other removed the one he used to stifle her cries of pleasure. He glanced up to see her lips pursed tight, choosing to moan as quietly as she could while drawing his hand down to her breast, encouraging him to squeeze it. His chin grew wet, drawing his attention back to her center. Releasing her clit he ran his tongue down and discovered she was dripping wet. Instinctively he lapped at her center, spurred on by the intense flavor of her juices. He’d never tasted anything so good in all his twenty one years, how on earth was he going to let this woman go who’d given him a glimpse into what it meant to be a man. She seemed to become even more excited as he continued drinking everything she had to offer while his thumb pumped her hard and deep.

A second, more intense orgasm rushed through her before the first one had a chance to subside. Biting her lip, she twisted her fingers in the soft curls of his hair, holding on tight as she rode a wave of pure bliss she’d never experienced before, shaking from the sheer force of the overwhelming sensation.

When her body finally came down, she was left in a state of awe for the shy boy now extracting himself from between her legs.

F: “Buffy, my sweet Buffy.” He reached under her shoulders and pulled her limp form up and into his arms, cradling her close to him. He smiled when she leaned her head against his shoulder and nuzzled him. Her still shaky limbs slowly wound themselves around his neck and she pressed her lips into his neck for a sweet kiss.

She loved how he held her, how they fit, how the vibrations of his purrs went straight to her core as she kissed him tenderly. She cursed the clothes that prevented her from running her hands and lips down his bare chest. There was no longer any doubt as to how muscular this man was as he held her flush to his body. He’d given her such pleasure that she felt it was only fair to return the favor. There was no way she was going to leave this amazing man hanging.

She slipped a hand between them and went straight for the rock hard bulge beneath his pants. Good Lord he felt huge. Her mouth watered at the thought of having him in her mouth. Pulling her head back, she engaged him a slow, deep, passion filled kiss. Tasting herself on his mouth had her pussy tingling all over again, but it wasn’t her turn... it was his. And she was going to make sure he came long and hard in her mouth so she could swallow every last drop.

Stroking his erection, he growled into her mouth and gripped her tighter, pumping himself against her palm. It’s time. She didn’t want to make him wait, plus she wasn’t sure just how much time had passed since they’d first come down to the cellar.

God the woman was a minx. He couldn’t stop his hips from pushing into her hand as he kissed her with everything he had; she truly had him on the brink of insanity. He wasn’t sure what to do next to let her know he needed his own release, luckily, he didn’t have to. He felt the hand around his neck move to his chest, pushing him away from her. He began to worry that this was it, that she didn’t want to go any further, until she threw him a saucy smile and slid herself off the bar, sinking to her knees in front of him.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Anya and Xander took off after he’d written the note and handed it off to a fellow male bartender. He told him to make sure William got it once he came back upstairs, but thought nothing of telling him what was happening in the basement below between their co-worker and Anya’s friend. The horny couple was in too much of a rush to leave and take of their own needs.

Minutes had passed when the owner showed up and announced he was going to the basement to take inventory. His employees had no idea what was going on below them and so had no reason to try and steer the boss away from going. All they knew was that William was apparently helping some fussy American girl pick out a wine through a tasting process. So they handed the note Xander had written to the owner and told him it was for William, who was still here ‘helping a patron’.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

His head rolled back when she pulled him away from the chair to stand and made quick work of his zipper. Looking down, he could scarcely believe her intentions, but there she was, her golden tresses mussed from their earlier activities, her eyes glued to his as she pulled out his aching cock and began placing wet kisses to his leaking tip.

“My, that’s quite a spike you have here.” She caressed it lovingly, darting her tongue over the head, drawing it in to suck on it momentarily before releasing it. “I think that’s what I’ll call you from now on... ‘Spike’.” Taking him in as far as she could, she went to work, milking his shaft with her mouth.

He had to grip the edge of the bar so he wouldn’t collapse. Unable to tear his eyes away from a site he thought he’d never see, he watched as she eagerly took him in, feeling her swirl her tongue around his shaft repeatedly. It took all his self control not to push himself further inside. She grabbed the base of his cock and began a rhythm he was sure would have him cumming in seconds.

She leaned her head and back against the side of the bar and placed a hand on his firm buttock, drawing him into her mouth, encouraging him to move on his own. She hummed around him when he took her cue and began fucking her mouth on his own.

F: “Buffy, oh God kitten, aaaaaaaaahh.” He about lost it when she gave him permission through her actions to start thrusting inside her hot little mouth. His eyes crossed as he chose a hard, fast pace that would allow him to finally find the relief he sought. Her moaning made his body shudder and he fucked her face faster, knowing he seconds away now, just a few more thrusts and............

F: “William? William where are you?”

The sound of his boss’ voice made him jump back about three feet, startling Buffy half to death. He knew she heard it too, and together they set about trying to cover themselves as the sounds of footsteps became louder.

“Shit,” she muttered under her breath, and set about grabbing her shorts, running behind the bar to put them on and fix her hair as best she could. She looked to William, all he had to do was zip up his pants. Good thing she hadn’t insisted he pull them down. She watched him bend over quickly then stand back up to seat himself as quickly as possible on the stool.

Tucking himself back into his pants, he looked around and noticed she had dressed herself. Out of his peripheral vision, he spied her tiny red underwear, and quickly snatched it up, shoving it into his back pocket. He sat down, hiding his painful erection as best he could and picked up a glass of wine, shoving it into her hand, nodding for her to act as normal as possible.

F: “Ah, there you are. Hello Miss.” The owner held out his hand and placed a kiss on the back of Buffy’s when she gave it to him. “I trust William here has found something pleasing to your palate?”

If he only knew she had her mouth full of his employee instead of wine, he would have been happy for them both. Everyone who worked at the little bistro was like family, therefore everyone knew of William’s virgin status.

F: “This is Buffy. She doesn’t speak French, but together we found something she likes.” He pointed towards the second open bottle on the table top and couldn’t help the sudden smirk his face took on. His boss, thankfully, hadn’t noticed.

F: “Ahhhh, good choice.” He made small talk with Buffy, and winked at her, even though he knew she couldn’t understand. Turning his attention back to William, he informed him. “Here, Xander left this for you. I’m off to do inventory, so I’ll leave you two be.”

After he walked away, they turned to each other and exchanged glances of relief that they hadn’t been caught. William opened the piece of paper and read the note silently to himself and chuckled. At least Xander had the good sense to write it in both French and English. It would have been hell trying to explain to Buffy that they would be stuck together for at least an hour.

He handed the paper over so she could read it. At first her face twisted with disgust, but that quickly changed into a smile. She looked to ‘Spike’ and asked while motioning her hands as if driving a car then pointing to herself.

“Think you could give me a ride home?” In truth, she had plans to give him a ride of her own once he got her there.

He understood her, thinking for sure this was it between them. He nodded a ‘yes’ while replacing the cork inside the unfinished bottle of wine.

She walked around the bar to stand in front of him. Rising up on her toes, she kissed him briefly, giving his cock a quick squeeze along with an apologetic smile then backed away, taking the bottle his hand. Holding it between them, she looked at it thoughtfully.

“You know? It’s a shame to have all this... ‘fussy pussy’, and no one to share it with.” She squealed when he grabbed her around the waist, pulling her in for demanding kiss while rubbing his hardened shaft against her. Oh yeah, she was taking this man home with her. He finally let her go and cocked his head to side; giving her the most heated look she’d ever received from the opposite sex.

“This is soooo far from over. I’m gonna ride you at a gallop until your legs buckle and your eyes roll up. Come on stud, let’s get out of here.” She pulled away and took his hand, leading him back towards the stairs.

THE END............. or is it?


A/N: Sequel to this fic is entitled Lessons in Love.