Payback’s Bitch (5 of 6)
Title: Payback’s Bitch (5 of 6)
Authors:
catscorner and eyelessblade
Fandom: BtVS Season 3
Pairing: Cordelia/Xander/Willow
Rating: Adult Rated, PWP, FemSlash, Threesome, Comedy
Characters: Not ours, Joss' - we’re just playin' with 'em
Concrits: welcome in comments
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapt 5 Summary: After hearing about sexy dreams both Cordelia and Xander have had involving her, Willow dives into researching Human Sexuality and ends up teaching her friends a thing or two using some creative hand’s on techniques…
Previously…
"I'm not entirely sure what you said, beyond you liked it," Xander replied. "But, yeah, you know, it's normal. We had fun. You're hot, Cordy's hot, I'm hot." Xander blinked. "Well, you and Cordy are hot. This ain't gotta be such a big deal for everybody!"
“Right. No big deal…” Willow’s voice trailed off as they continued walking. She was so hitting the Human Sexuality books tonight.
* * * *
During adolescence one's sexual orientation is often unsettled. Some people engage in various forms of sexual experimentation during early adolescence.
“Right, see… that’s what I keep trying to tell you Henry,” Willow looked over at the big pink stuffed pig pillow she was leaning against. “It’s perfectly normal and natural,” she nodded precisely as she read on.
This experimentation is generally due to opportunities that present, curiosity, or family or peer pressure. These may not always be consistent with a person's natural sexual orientation or attraction.
“Does forced slavery count as peer pressure?” Willow wondered out loud. That’s how this all started. If Cordy would have never forced her and Xander to… do all that stuff…
The redhead felt the heat rise to her cheeks even though she was quite alone in her bedroom. She’d waited until long after her parents had gone to sleep before she’d dared to pull out the Human Sexuality 101 textbook she’d gotten from the Sunnydale University library and still she sank deeper down under the covers taking the book with her, letting only enough light in so she could keep reading.
What this means is that some people might have some alternative sexual feelings or activities (for example, homosexual sex) during adolescence. For some people, adolescence is a time of curiosity and exploration. This is considered normal and generally has nothing to do with how someone will "grow up."
“See! Doesn’t mean I’m gay at all!” Willow blurted victoriously. “I knew it! I’m totally normal.” It was an enormous relief to have a renowned specialist in the field of human sexuality validate that what she was experiencing was totally normal. And she didn’t even have to go to her mother and die of embarrassment to get the facts. Fascinated, Willow poured through the book, soaking up all the information she could. Some of it was just biology that she’d already learned in Health class and it was hard to keep from yawning, but when she got to the part about masturbation and sexual fantasies, she perked up.
Her eyes went wide and she felt a now familiar heat coiling deep in her belly. “Okay Henry… this is more than you need to know,” she announced, tossing the large pig pillow off her bed and snuggling deeper still under the covers.
At critical periods in our psycho-sexual development (most commonly at puberty), the 'sex-files' of our minds are particularly open. Then, almost anything in our environment can become part of a sex-script. After such sexual imprinting, those sexy images, ideas, fantasies, etc., will remain part of our psychological make-up for the rest of our lives.
“Wow… the rest of my life.” Knowing the fantasies she had now could well stick with her for life, Willow swallowed, taking it all very seriously. “Xander really ought to know this stuff… Cordy too,” she muttered, wondering if she should try and explain this stuff to them. If she stuck to the text she might be able to teach them a thing or two.
Because our sex-scripts are imprinted after birth rather than given by our genes, almost anything can become part of the story that 'turns us on'. Unusual sex-objects, settings, words, gestures, clothing, behavior, etc. often do become parts of our imprinted sexual fantasies.
“Sex-script,” the redhead snickered lightly, still talking to herself under her covers. “Likes a transcript. Wonder how much sex-scription services cost and if I could get a copy of Cordy’s…”
Unfortunately, our sex-files are not directly accessible to us. But we can discover what our sex-scripts contain indirectly: in erotic dreams…
“Dreams… Wow. That explains a lot… wait until I tell Xander…” she thought growing more sleepy as she thought about how she could explain all this to him.
“Mr. Harris?” Professor Rosenberg looked up into the sea of faces, locking in on the mop-haired student with his head bobbing into his chest. Slowly walking out from behind the lecture podium, she adjusted her glasses and moved over to the lab table and leaned back against it. The crisp lines of her pencil skirt accentuated the soft curve of her hips, as did the soft ivory blouse, falling open to reveal only the slightest hint of what lay beneath. “Mr. Harris! Are you with us?” she repeated sternly.
Cordy jammed an elbow in her boyfriend’s side. “Xander! Wake up!”
Xander snorted as he awoke, muttering, "Just like that, Professor Rosenberg." He shook his head and blinked his eyes as he became aware of somebody nudging him awake. He blinked his eyes and took a deep breath and then looked up to find Professor Rosenberg herself staring at him. His eyes widened and he licked his lips as his panicked eyes turned to his side and found Cordelia sitting next to him. Cordelia was his girl, perhaps, ever since high school. But for Xander's money Professor Rosenberg was endlessly fascinating. She was brilliant first and foremost of course, and knowledge was definitely sexy. Not to mention the way she looked in her pencil skirts and heels, fantasies of Professor Rosenberg always ran through his mind.
Cordelia was beautiful, but not as smart, not as educated, and not as purely sexy as Willow was.
His face reddened as he realized what dream he'd been having and what he'd said. It wasn't often he slept through Willow Rosenberg's class, but he'd been studying well into the night to try and impress her with his work. He ran a hand through his hair and wondered if maybe she'd just asked him to comment on her lecture. Maybe that was it. "Yes, ma'am," he said. "I agree, Professor Rosenberg." He cleared his throat, hoping his bluff would hold.
Willow quirked an eyebrow, a trace of a smirk ghosting at the edge of her mouth. “Interesting. And would you mind sharing with the class what you find so agreeable about the mating habits of the baboons in captivity versus what we see in the wild, Mr. Harris?”
Cordelia rolled her eyes and groaned as the rest of the class erupted in laughter.
Xander's face turned even more red and he glanced around. "Uh...I'm just happy somebody gets to have a good time?" He coughed and winced, wondering if this could get any more embarrassing. "I mean...I find it...uh...interesting that some animals in...captivity which isn't their natural state of...being? I find it interesting that they still have mating habits so pronounced as opposed to in the wild, as they would in their natural state? Yes." Xander nodded as if that long line of nonsense actually answered the question. The key to a good bit of bullshit was to act as if you believed it totally.
“Fascinating observation,” Willow drawled, before adding sharply, “And one with absolutely no basis in reality or fantasy. Unless your sexual fantasies revolve around primates. Mr. Harris, see me after class,” she finished sharply. Pushing herself up from the table, Professor Rosenberg moved over to the chalkboard as she continued her lecture, confidently accentuating her points with diagrams and calling on those members of her class that were paying attention.
“Xander!” Cordy complained in a hushed whisper. “We’re supposed to go to the pep rally after class.”
Xander groaned inwardly, closing his eyes. How could he have screwed up so badly? Right in front of Professor Rosenberg, no less! And with Cordy sitting right next to him to witness the whole thing. The day couldn't possibly get any worse. "I know," Xander whispered back to Cordy, looking over at his girlfriend. He shrugged. "I'm sorry, I...I was up late studying. Maybe you can go by yourself? I won't be that long, I'll be able to catch up with you."
Thoughts of being alone with the beautiful and brilliant Willow Rosenberg were already dancing through his head, however.
“Oh you wish! ” Cordy shot him a glare. She saw how he looked at the professor and knew he had a crush on her – which was totally understandable. The woman had a quality about her that even had Cordy questioning her own sexuality at times.
“Ms. Chase? Is there a problem?” Willow stopped her lecture to address the whispering.
Cordy jerked up in her seat. “No, Miss Rosenberg,” she answered. “I was just helping Xander find his place in the text to provide some context for the concepts you’re covering today.”
“I see,” Willow answered coolly. “I’ll see you after class as well.”
“You’re SO going to make this up to me…” Cordy whispered under her breath before picking up her pen to take notes.
Xander groaned again and his head dropped down on his desk. God hated him, and wished a slow, humiliating death on him, that's what it was. Any minute now, his mother would come in and announce that he had clogged the toilet this morning.
At the top of the hour Willow reminded the students that the reading assignments and study guide for the upcoming final were posted on the website before excusing the class. As students filed out of the lecture hall, she moved over to the lab table to gather her books and notes to take them back to her office since this had been her last class of the day.
Xander glanced at Cordy, and then at Willow. Maybe she'd forgotten. Maybe she'd want to go home so bad that she'd say all was forgiven and send him home, and maybe he'd be able to watch her walk out and see the shape of her ass as she made her way out. That would be nice. Despite his better judgment he cleared his throat and said, "Professor Rosenberg? Um...may we leave?"
Cordy elbowed him in the side. “He meant to say, you wanted to see us?”
After she collected all her papers, Willow looked up slowly, her eyes travelling from Xander to Cordy before her mouth broke into what might be interpreted as a sultry smile. “Yes, in my office. Follow me,” she said as she headed out of the lecture hall ahead of them, heart shaped rear rocking with each step as her heels clicked along the hardwood floors.
Cordy felt an inexplicable thrill zing up and down her spine as the professor looked directly at her and held her gaze for that moment. It wasn’t until the sophisticated redhead turned away that she let out the breath she’d been holding and realized her pulse was racing. She looked at Xander and swallowed before taking a double step to fall into the professor’s wake.
Xander followed along behind Cordy, his eyes passing from Cordy's fantastic rear under the confines of her short skirt, and the outline of Willow's under hers. He shook his head, nearly hypnotized by that and the sound of Willow's clicking heels. He blamed the baboon lecture, he decided. All mating and captivity and red asses. How can a woman like Willow Rosenberg talk about that kind of thing and not expect somebody to pay attention. Every word out of her mouth was so smart and sexy all at once. He followed her into the professor's offices, which seemed almost totally abandoned just now, and followed both girls back to the quiet office that Professor Rosenberg resided in.
“Close the door please, Mr. Harris,” Willow said as she set her books down on her neatly arranged desk and turned to face the two students. The office was small and lined with book shelves. There were several plaques on the wall highlighting the professor’s numerous achievements – not the least of which was her recent appointment as the youngest ever to hold the Humanities Department Chair position.
“You seemed to be distracted today… Xander,” she said as she sat back on her desk, hands behind her as she crossed her legs. “Is it because you’re having problems in your relationship?”
Xander stared at her, standing in front of her. The office smelled just like her, and he was lost in the intoxicating sensation for a minute. "Uh...Problems? No. No. Relationship? Um...what problems could there be?" His find was fuzzy and he found that in the closed office with Cordelia and Willow so close by that he was suddenly aroused.
She turned her attention to the brunette and arched a questioning brow at Cordelia.
Cordelia sucked in a breath as she found herself staring into those captivating green eyes again. “How did you know we’re a couple?”
Willow let out a throaty laugh and smirked. “My specialty is human sexuality, Miss Chase…”
“Cordelia,” she croaked.
“Cordelia… Does he know how to please you?”
“Hey!” Cordelia’s brows shot into her hairline and she shifted uncomfortably. “I don’t see how that’s any of your business…”
“Ahh… that’s a shame,” Willow said taking her answer as a no.
“Wait, I didn’t say—” Cordy argued.
“You didn’t have to.”
“I didn’t?” the brunette tilted her head, growing more curious.
Xander stared between the women, fascinated by the look they shared with one another, and found himself immediately more aroused. And then he realized they were saying he didn't pleasure Cordelia.
"Hey!" He said indignantly. "I mean, I may not be some kind of great lover like Han Solo, here, but I still think I do pretty well." He looked at Cordy, desperately hoping for some backup, especially in front of Professor Rosenberg and her beautiful eyes and legs and lips and...Xander blinked again, realizing Cordy still wasn't speaking up. "Now's your turn," he prompted.
“Well…” Cordy gave Xander an apologetic look and lifted her shoulder in a sheepish shrug. “I’m sorry Babe, but sometimes it feels like you’re not really sure which… uhm… button is the on button.”
“I can teach you,” Willow interjecyed, fixing Xander with a sultry look and there was no mistaking the seduction in her voice.
“Hey! Whoa… whoa…” Cordy interjected. “You’re not doing anything with my boyfriend!”
“No,” Willow pulled the clip out of the back of her hair and shook her head so the cascade of red tumbled over her shoulders. “I prefer to teach by example,” she explained patiently before removing her glasses and setting them on the desk, her legs still crossed, pushing the slim skirt up high on her thighs. “I thought we’d start our first lesson with you demonstrating to Xander where the on button is…” she carefully uncrossed her legs and leaned back on her hands so her blouse pulled tightly across her chest, her nipples peaked hard beneath the fabric. “…on me.”
Sucking in a deep breath, Cordelia’s eyes popped wide and color stained her cheeks as she looked from the professor to Xander as if seeking his permission to demonstrate.
Xander wasn't sure exactly what was happening. For one thing, he wasn't aware girls had an 'on' button to begin with. Unless...he frowned. So he had a little trouble finding the right spot some time. His cheeks burned a little with shame and humiliation, and he still had a raging erection. And so he didn't understand what was going on.
He didn't understand, but whatever it was, it was awesome.
"Okay," he said finally in a quiet voice, though he was still embarrassed about not being good enough.
“Uhm… okay… so where do we start?” Cordy said as a myriad of expressions chased across her features.
“Well, where do you like Xander to start?” Willow lobbed back the question. “Kissing?”
“Yes… kissing is good. Xander really is a very good kisser,” Cordelia flashed him an approving smile. “That’s how he tricked me into dating him in the first place. I couldn’t resist his kisses… I don’t think he really needs any… uhm… instruction in that area.”
“Okay, that’s very good,” Willow eyed Xander as if she’d be interested in a demonstration for herself, but she was a teacher first and had to tend to the needs of her students. “Where do you like to be touched?”
Cordy swallowed and her gaze dropped to Willow’s breasts.
“Ah yes… they’re just made to be touched, aren’t they?” the professor glanced down at the graceful slope of her firm breasts. “Why don’t you show Xander exactly how you’d like to be touched.”
“In front of you?” The pitch of Cordy’s voice climbed an octave higher.
“No…” she reached out for Cordy and took her hand as she levered upright, arching her back slightly. “You may demonstrate on me.”
“Really?”
“Yes…,” Willow offered a warm smile. “The technique will allow you to remain somewhat detached. It will make the expression of your true desires much more comfortable.”
“Uh…” Cordy looked hesitantly at Xander before taking a step closer. “Okay… so… unless we’re already in the heat of it, I don’t like it when you go straight for the nipple,” she said. “It’s better if you sort of ease into it…”
“Show him,” Willow lifted Cordy’s hand, coaxing her to touch.
“Right,” Cordy’s pulse raced as if she were about to give her Prom Queen acceptance speech. “Okay… well, like this I guess,” she cupped the professor’s breast with one hand, which was much smaller than hers, but still nice and firm. “Wow, this feels backward. When I touch myself, my thumbs are over here,” she noted with almost clinical observation as she tried to orient herself.
“See how this gives you a different perspective? It’s not the same from your partner’s point of view…” Willow said, pleased that her student was so quick to pick up on that concept. This is what she enjoyed most about her profession… the hands on instruction.
“Yeah… it’s different. Come here Xan,” she gestured for Xander to approach Willow on the other side. “So… do this… with your thumb here, just brushing the edge of her nipple – not directly squeezing it like you do.”
It started out pretty awesome. And then it took kind of a turn when Cordy said he'd tricked her into dating him. But then it picked right back up into awesome before rocketing into super-mega-Mighty-Morphin-Power-awesome.
Which happened right around the time he saw his girlfriend playing with Willow's breasts. He'd thought the nipples were...you know, the nipples. That meant touch and pinch and suck right away. Who knew you had to do stuff around the nipple first?
This whole pleasuring a woman thing was difficult.
And then, when Cordy told him to touch Willow, he'd reacted instantly and was next to her in a moment. His hand went out to touch the breast Cordy wasn't focusing on. His eyes stayed on Cordy's hand on Willow's breast, and he could feel Willow's skin warm under her shirt.
Willow sucked in a breath and bit her lower lip as the two of them began stroking her, bringing her already stiff nipples to even harder peaks without direct stimulation.
"The edge," he agreed. His thumb stroked down and brushed Willow's nipple, which he felt was very stiff under his thumb. His eyes widened and he looked at Willow, and saw her eyes were heated despite the cool look she had on her face. He swallowed hard and licked his lips, and brushed the edge of her nipple again, and looked at Cordy. He leaned close, unable to help himself, and kissed his girlfriend's neck, pleased that she was showing him how to pleasure them both. "Then what?"
“Yes… what do you like next?” Willow said, her voice sensual and calm despite the heady arousal the couple was drawing out of her with just the lightest of caresses.
TBC…
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Authors:
catscorner and eyelessbladeFandom: BtVS Season 3
Pairing: Cordelia/Xander/Willow
Rating: Adult Rated, PWP, FemSlash, Threesome, Comedy
Characters: Not ours, Joss' - we’re just playin' with 'em
Concrits: welcome in comments
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapt 5 Summary: After hearing about sexy dreams both Cordelia and Xander have had involving her, Willow dives into researching Human Sexuality and ends up teaching her friends a thing or two using some creative hand’s on techniques…
Previously…
"I'm not entirely sure what you said, beyond you liked it," Xander replied. "But, yeah, you know, it's normal. We had fun. You're hot, Cordy's hot, I'm hot." Xander blinked. "Well, you and Cordy are hot. This ain't gotta be such a big deal for everybody!"
“Right. No big deal…” Willow’s voice trailed off as they continued walking. She was so hitting the Human Sexuality books tonight.
* * * *
During adolescence one's sexual orientation is often unsettled. Some people engage in various forms of sexual experimentation during early adolescence.
“Right, see… that’s what I keep trying to tell you Henry,” Willow looked over at the big pink stuffed pig pillow she was leaning against. “It’s perfectly normal and natural,” she nodded precisely as she read on.
This experimentation is generally due to opportunities that present, curiosity, or family or peer pressure. These may not always be consistent with a person's natural sexual orientation or attraction.
“Does forced slavery count as peer pressure?” Willow wondered out loud. That’s how this all started. If Cordy would have never forced her and Xander to… do all that stuff…
The redhead felt the heat rise to her cheeks even though she was quite alone in her bedroom. She’d waited until long after her parents had gone to sleep before she’d dared to pull out the Human Sexuality 101 textbook she’d gotten from the Sunnydale University library and still she sank deeper down under the covers taking the book with her, letting only enough light in so she could keep reading.
What this means is that some people might have some alternative sexual feelings or activities (for example, homosexual sex) during adolescence. For some people, adolescence is a time of curiosity and exploration. This is considered normal and generally has nothing to do with how someone will "grow up."
“See! Doesn’t mean I’m gay at all!” Willow blurted victoriously. “I knew it! I’m totally normal.” It was an enormous relief to have a renowned specialist in the field of human sexuality validate that what she was experiencing was totally normal. And she didn’t even have to go to her mother and die of embarrassment to get the facts. Fascinated, Willow poured through the book, soaking up all the information she could. Some of it was just biology that she’d already learned in Health class and it was hard to keep from yawning, but when she got to the part about masturbation and sexual fantasies, she perked up.
Her eyes went wide and she felt a now familiar heat coiling deep in her belly. “Okay Henry… this is more than you need to know,” she announced, tossing the large pig pillow off her bed and snuggling deeper still under the covers.
At critical periods in our psycho-sexual development (most commonly at puberty), the 'sex-files' of our minds are particularly open. Then, almost anything in our environment can become part of a sex-script. After such sexual imprinting, those sexy images, ideas, fantasies, etc., will remain part of our psychological make-up for the rest of our lives.
“Wow… the rest of my life.” Knowing the fantasies she had now could well stick with her for life, Willow swallowed, taking it all very seriously. “Xander really ought to know this stuff… Cordy too,” she muttered, wondering if she should try and explain this stuff to them. If she stuck to the text she might be able to teach them a thing or two.
Because our sex-scripts are imprinted after birth rather than given by our genes, almost anything can become part of the story that 'turns us on'. Unusual sex-objects, settings, words, gestures, clothing, behavior, etc. often do become parts of our imprinted sexual fantasies.
“Sex-script,” the redhead snickered lightly, still talking to herself under her covers. “Likes a transcript. Wonder how much sex-scription services cost and if I could get a copy of Cordy’s…”
Unfortunately, our sex-files are not directly accessible to us. But we can discover what our sex-scripts contain indirectly: in erotic dreams…
“Dreams… Wow. That explains a lot… wait until I tell Xander…” she thought growing more sleepy as she thought about how she could explain all this to him.
“Mr. Harris?” Professor Rosenberg looked up into the sea of faces, locking in on the mop-haired student with his head bobbing into his chest. Slowly walking out from behind the lecture podium, she adjusted her glasses and moved over to the lab table and leaned back against it. The crisp lines of her pencil skirt accentuated the soft curve of her hips, as did the soft ivory blouse, falling open to reveal only the slightest hint of what lay beneath. “Mr. Harris! Are you with us?” she repeated sternly.
Cordy jammed an elbow in her boyfriend’s side. “Xander! Wake up!”
Xander snorted as he awoke, muttering, "Just like that, Professor Rosenberg." He shook his head and blinked his eyes as he became aware of somebody nudging him awake. He blinked his eyes and took a deep breath and then looked up to find Professor Rosenberg herself staring at him. His eyes widened and he licked his lips as his panicked eyes turned to his side and found Cordelia sitting next to him. Cordelia was his girl, perhaps, ever since high school. But for Xander's money Professor Rosenberg was endlessly fascinating. She was brilliant first and foremost of course, and knowledge was definitely sexy. Not to mention the way she looked in her pencil skirts and heels, fantasies of Professor Rosenberg always ran through his mind.
Cordelia was beautiful, but not as smart, not as educated, and not as purely sexy as Willow was.
His face reddened as he realized what dream he'd been having and what he'd said. It wasn't often he slept through Willow Rosenberg's class, but he'd been studying well into the night to try and impress her with his work. He ran a hand through his hair and wondered if maybe she'd just asked him to comment on her lecture. Maybe that was it. "Yes, ma'am," he said. "I agree, Professor Rosenberg." He cleared his throat, hoping his bluff would hold.
Willow quirked an eyebrow, a trace of a smirk ghosting at the edge of her mouth. “Interesting. And would you mind sharing with the class what you find so agreeable about the mating habits of the baboons in captivity versus what we see in the wild, Mr. Harris?”
Cordelia rolled her eyes and groaned as the rest of the class erupted in laughter.
Xander's face turned even more red and he glanced around. "Uh...I'm just happy somebody gets to have a good time?" He coughed and winced, wondering if this could get any more embarrassing. "I mean...I find it...uh...interesting that some animals in...captivity which isn't their natural state of...being? I find it interesting that they still have mating habits so pronounced as opposed to in the wild, as they would in their natural state? Yes." Xander nodded as if that long line of nonsense actually answered the question. The key to a good bit of bullshit was to act as if you believed it totally.
“Fascinating observation,” Willow drawled, before adding sharply, “And one with absolutely no basis in reality or fantasy. Unless your sexual fantasies revolve around primates. Mr. Harris, see me after class,” she finished sharply. Pushing herself up from the table, Professor Rosenberg moved over to the chalkboard as she continued her lecture, confidently accentuating her points with diagrams and calling on those members of her class that were paying attention.
“Xander!” Cordy complained in a hushed whisper. “We’re supposed to go to the pep rally after class.”
Xander groaned inwardly, closing his eyes. How could he have screwed up so badly? Right in front of Professor Rosenberg, no less! And with Cordy sitting right next to him to witness the whole thing. The day couldn't possibly get any worse. "I know," Xander whispered back to Cordy, looking over at his girlfriend. He shrugged. "I'm sorry, I...I was up late studying. Maybe you can go by yourself? I won't be that long, I'll be able to catch up with you."
Thoughts of being alone with the beautiful and brilliant Willow Rosenberg were already dancing through his head, however.
“Oh you wish! ” Cordy shot him a glare. She saw how he looked at the professor and knew he had a crush on her – which was totally understandable. The woman had a quality about her that even had Cordy questioning her own sexuality at times.
“Ms. Chase? Is there a problem?” Willow stopped her lecture to address the whispering.
Cordy jerked up in her seat. “No, Miss Rosenberg,” she answered. “I was just helping Xander find his place in the text to provide some context for the concepts you’re covering today.”
“I see,” Willow answered coolly. “I’ll see you after class as well.”
“You’re SO going to make this up to me…” Cordy whispered under her breath before picking up her pen to take notes.
Xander groaned again and his head dropped down on his desk. God hated him, and wished a slow, humiliating death on him, that's what it was. Any minute now, his mother would come in and announce that he had clogged the toilet this morning.
At the top of the hour Willow reminded the students that the reading assignments and study guide for the upcoming final were posted on the website before excusing the class. As students filed out of the lecture hall, she moved over to the lab table to gather her books and notes to take them back to her office since this had been her last class of the day.
Xander glanced at Cordy, and then at Willow. Maybe she'd forgotten. Maybe she'd want to go home so bad that she'd say all was forgiven and send him home, and maybe he'd be able to watch her walk out and see the shape of her ass as she made her way out. That would be nice. Despite his better judgment he cleared his throat and said, "Professor Rosenberg? Um...may we leave?"
Cordy elbowed him in the side. “He meant to say, you wanted to see us?”
After she collected all her papers, Willow looked up slowly, her eyes travelling from Xander to Cordy before her mouth broke into what might be interpreted as a sultry smile. “Yes, in my office. Follow me,” she said as she headed out of the lecture hall ahead of them, heart shaped rear rocking with each step as her heels clicked along the hardwood floors.
Cordy felt an inexplicable thrill zing up and down her spine as the professor looked directly at her and held her gaze for that moment. It wasn’t until the sophisticated redhead turned away that she let out the breath she’d been holding and realized her pulse was racing. She looked at Xander and swallowed before taking a double step to fall into the professor’s wake.
Xander followed along behind Cordy, his eyes passing from Cordy's fantastic rear under the confines of her short skirt, and the outline of Willow's under hers. He shook his head, nearly hypnotized by that and the sound of Willow's clicking heels. He blamed the baboon lecture, he decided. All mating and captivity and red asses. How can a woman like Willow Rosenberg talk about that kind of thing and not expect somebody to pay attention. Every word out of her mouth was so smart and sexy all at once. He followed her into the professor's offices, which seemed almost totally abandoned just now, and followed both girls back to the quiet office that Professor Rosenberg resided in.
“Close the door please, Mr. Harris,” Willow said as she set her books down on her neatly arranged desk and turned to face the two students. The office was small and lined with book shelves. There were several plaques on the wall highlighting the professor’s numerous achievements – not the least of which was her recent appointment as the youngest ever to hold the Humanities Department Chair position.
“You seemed to be distracted today… Xander,” she said as she sat back on her desk, hands behind her as she crossed her legs. “Is it because you’re having problems in your relationship?”
Xander stared at her, standing in front of her. The office smelled just like her, and he was lost in the intoxicating sensation for a minute. "Uh...Problems? No. No. Relationship? Um...what problems could there be?" His find was fuzzy and he found that in the closed office with Cordelia and Willow so close by that he was suddenly aroused.
She turned her attention to the brunette and arched a questioning brow at Cordelia.
Cordelia sucked in a breath as she found herself staring into those captivating green eyes again. “How did you know we’re a couple?”
Willow let out a throaty laugh and smirked. “My specialty is human sexuality, Miss Chase…”
“Cordelia,” she croaked.
“Cordelia… Does he know how to please you?”
“Hey!” Cordelia’s brows shot into her hairline and she shifted uncomfortably. “I don’t see how that’s any of your business…”
“Ahh… that’s a shame,” Willow said taking her answer as a no.
“Wait, I didn’t say—” Cordy argued.
“You didn’t have to.”
“I didn’t?” the brunette tilted her head, growing more curious.
Xander stared between the women, fascinated by the look they shared with one another, and found himself immediately more aroused. And then he realized they were saying he didn't pleasure Cordelia.
"Hey!" He said indignantly. "I mean, I may not be some kind of great lover like Han Solo, here, but I still think I do pretty well." He looked at Cordy, desperately hoping for some backup, especially in front of Professor Rosenberg and her beautiful eyes and legs and lips and...Xander blinked again, realizing Cordy still wasn't speaking up. "Now's your turn," he prompted.
“Well…” Cordy gave Xander an apologetic look and lifted her shoulder in a sheepish shrug. “I’m sorry Babe, but sometimes it feels like you’re not really sure which… uhm… button is the on button.”
“I can teach you,” Willow interjecyed, fixing Xander with a sultry look and there was no mistaking the seduction in her voice.
“Hey! Whoa… whoa…” Cordy interjected. “You’re not doing anything with my boyfriend!”
“No,” Willow pulled the clip out of the back of her hair and shook her head so the cascade of red tumbled over her shoulders. “I prefer to teach by example,” she explained patiently before removing her glasses and setting them on the desk, her legs still crossed, pushing the slim skirt up high on her thighs. “I thought we’d start our first lesson with you demonstrating to Xander where the on button is…” she carefully uncrossed her legs and leaned back on her hands so her blouse pulled tightly across her chest, her nipples peaked hard beneath the fabric. “…on me.”
Sucking in a deep breath, Cordelia’s eyes popped wide and color stained her cheeks as she looked from the professor to Xander as if seeking his permission to demonstrate.
Xander wasn't sure exactly what was happening. For one thing, he wasn't aware girls had an 'on' button to begin with. Unless...he frowned. So he had a little trouble finding the right spot some time. His cheeks burned a little with shame and humiliation, and he still had a raging erection. And so he didn't understand what was going on.
He didn't understand, but whatever it was, it was awesome.
"Okay," he said finally in a quiet voice, though he was still embarrassed about not being good enough.
“Uhm… okay… so where do we start?” Cordy said as a myriad of expressions chased across her features.
“Well, where do you like Xander to start?” Willow lobbed back the question. “Kissing?”
“Yes… kissing is good. Xander really is a very good kisser,” Cordelia flashed him an approving smile. “That’s how he tricked me into dating him in the first place. I couldn’t resist his kisses… I don’t think he really needs any… uhm… instruction in that area.”
“Okay, that’s very good,” Willow eyed Xander as if she’d be interested in a demonstration for herself, but she was a teacher first and had to tend to the needs of her students. “Where do you like to be touched?”
Cordy swallowed and her gaze dropped to Willow’s breasts.
“Ah yes… they’re just made to be touched, aren’t they?” the professor glanced down at the graceful slope of her firm breasts. “Why don’t you show Xander exactly how you’d like to be touched.”
“In front of you?” The pitch of Cordy’s voice climbed an octave higher.
“No…” she reached out for Cordy and took her hand as she levered upright, arching her back slightly. “You may demonstrate on me.”
“Really?”
“Yes…,” Willow offered a warm smile. “The technique will allow you to remain somewhat detached. It will make the expression of your true desires much more comfortable.”
“Uh…” Cordy looked hesitantly at Xander before taking a step closer. “Okay… so… unless we’re already in the heat of it, I don’t like it when you go straight for the nipple,” she said. “It’s better if you sort of ease into it…”
“Show him,” Willow lifted Cordy’s hand, coaxing her to touch.
“Right,” Cordy’s pulse raced as if she were about to give her Prom Queen acceptance speech. “Okay… well, like this I guess,” she cupped the professor’s breast with one hand, which was much smaller than hers, but still nice and firm. “Wow, this feels backward. When I touch myself, my thumbs are over here,” she noted with almost clinical observation as she tried to orient herself.
“See how this gives you a different perspective? It’s not the same from your partner’s point of view…” Willow said, pleased that her student was so quick to pick up on that concept. This is what she enjoyed most about her profession… the hands on instruction.
“Yeah… it’s different. Come here Xan,” she gestured for Xander to approach Willow on the other side. “So… do this… with your thumb here, just brushing the edge of her nipple – not directly squeezing it like you do.”
It started out pretty awesome. And then it took kind of a turn when Cordy said he'd tricked her into dating him. But then it picked right back up into awesome before rocketing into super-mega-Mighty-Morphin-Power-awesome.
Which happened right around the time he saw his girlfriend playing with Willow's breasts. He'd thought the nipples were...you know, the nipples. That meant touch and pinch and suck right away. Who knew you had to do stuff around the nipple first?
This whole pleasuring a woman thing was difficult.
And then, when Cordy told him to touch Willow, he'd reacted instantly and was next to her in a moment. His hand went out to touch the breast Cordy wasn't focusing on. His eyes stayed on Cordy's hand on Willow's breast, and he could feel Willow's skin warm under her shirt.
Willow sucked in a breath and bit her lower lip as the two of them began stroking her, bringing her already stiff nipples to even harder peaks without direct stimulation.
"The edge," he agreed. His thumb stroked down and brushed Willow's nipple, which he felt was very stiff under his thumb. His eyes widened and he looked at Willow, and saw her eyes were heated despite the cool look she had on her face. He swallowed hard and licked his lips, and brushed the edge of her nipple again, and looked at Cordy. He leaned close, unable to help himself, and kissed his girlfriend's neck, pleased that she was showing him how to pleasure them both. "Then what?"
“Yes… what do you like next?” Willow said, her voice sensual and calm despite the heady arousal the couple was drawing out of her with just the lightest of caresses.
TBC…
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