Title: Change of Attitude (2/?)
Author:anon462
Prompt # 2: Edible Undies (sort of)
Warnings: NC-17?, Buffy, might even be a ‘Eew’ factor for some people.
Summary: Set in S6, after Doublemeat Palace, then goes AR.
Buffy awoke slowly, full color memories of her dreams floating through her mind. The scent of Spike was in her nose and the taste of him was in her mouth, her lips were pressed against her fingers in a smile. As she awoke further the smile remained on her lips as a sense of happiness filled her heart and mind. It took several more minutes for her to become fully awake and realize what she had dreamed about through the night, then the smile disappeared. The shock of what she had dreamt about made Buffy blush a bright red, followed by waves of shame. Jumping out of bed she ran from her room to the bathroom. Forcing all thoughts of her dreams and what she had done in them from her mind, Buffy quickly loaded her tooth brush with double amounts of tooth paste and brushed her teeth, then rinsed her mouth with mouthwash twice.
The taste of Spike was gone from her mouth, but the scent of him was still on her hand and on her body. Jumping into the shower she turned on the water and scrubbed her hair, face and body vigorously. As a last step in her cleansing ritual she unhooked the detachable showerhead and turning it from spray to pulse she pushed it between her legs and let the warm water pulse up into her vagina to remove any remnant traces of Spike from her body. But as the water pulsed up inside of her vagina a thought forced its way into her mind, a thought of Spikes cock pulsing with cum deep inside of her.
As soon as she realized where her mind had taken her Buffy started blushing again. Quickly she pulled the shower head from between her legs, turned the setting to hard spray, hung it back on its hook and turned off the hot water and turned the cold water on full force. As the cold water sprayed down on her, chilling her face and body, Buffy forced her thoughts away from Spike. Turning off the water she pulled back the shower curtain and grabbed a large bath towel and quickly dried her hair and body.
Returning to her room Buffy opened a dresser drawer and pulled out a matching set of underwear, a red front-clasp bra and mini-thong, without giving them any thought. She quickly put them on, then grabbing a comb she stepped in front of a full length mirror and started combing through her still wet hair. Buffy was so deliberately focused on her hair that she never noticed what she had put on. The bra and thong were a matched set of shear French silk that was so revealing that, although they were covered, her nipples and pussy were clearly revealed. Buffy had bought the set a few days after her spell induced engagement to Spike, on an impulse, but then, had never ever worn them.
Once the comb was passing through her still damp hair without snagging, Buffy used a large hair clip to tie it back in a ponytail. She then went to her closet and again seemingly without thought she pulled out a pair of black stretch pants that fit so snugly that they were almost a second skin. Next she pulled out a form fitting black sleeveless pullover top and slipped it on. The top had a thin light zipper in front that plunged down past her bra. Not bothering to pull the zipper up, a large quantity of breast, cleavage and bra were fully exposed. Buffy then slipped on a pair of affordable but stylish red pumps with two inch heels. As a last step of dressing Buffy seemingly at random grabbed a pink lip gloss from the top of her dresser and put it on. A lip gloss that Spike had once said made her lips look deliciously edible, and that she hadn’t worn since.
Just before leaving the room Buffy noticed her DMP uniform on the floor. She knew that it was dirty, but also remembered that her spare uniform was also dirty. Grumping under her breath Buffy dug out the other uniform from her closet floor, gathered up the one on the floor by her bed and carrying both of them headed for the basement. All the way down the stairs, down the hall, through the kitchen and down to the basement, Buffy could smell the reek of the DMP, a greasy rancid smell that filled her nose.
Buffy dropped the dirty cloths on top of the dryer and started searching through them. She found her DMP ID badge clipped to the uniform jumper she’d worn the night before and a crumpled dollar bill and thirty-five cents in one of the pockets. She also found the bra and bikini panties that she had been wearing the night before. After dumping the uniforms in the washer, adding soap and softener, Buffy started the thirty minute wash cycle. Grabbing up the soiled bra and panties, Buffy carried them back up to the kitchen with her, because she always washed her underwear by hand in the upstairs bathroom.
Buffy dropped the bra and panties on the island top and for the next ten minutes was very busy, starting a pot of coffee, carrying the trash out to the trash cans because Dawn had forgotten to do it again, and going to the front door to collect the mail. Coming back to the kitchen she poured herself a cup of coffee and sitting down on a stool at the kitchen island she sipped at the coffee while she sorted through the mail. Advertisements and magazines in one pile and bills in another. Pushing the mail to one side, because she had no intention of looking through all the bills to see just how much money she owed to so many others, she leaned forward with her elbows on the island top so that she could sip her coffee and enjoy it. The house was quiet, except for the low swishing sound of the washer in the basement. Off in the distance she heard a dog bark a couple of times and then become quiet. For the first time in days Buffy didn’t have anything that she ‘just had to do’ for the next several hours, except for finishing up with washing her work uniforms, so she let herself relax.
As the aromatic aroma of the coffee lessened, as the coffee cooled, another aroma seemed to seep into her subconscious mind. She wasn’t even aware of the intrusion of the scent for several minutes, but her subconscious mind brought a happy smile to her lips. It was the vague realization that she was smiling that finally drew her attention. That, and the fact that she was starting to feel warm, and wet, between the juncture of her thighs.
With her eyes closed her left hand released it’s light hold on her coffee cup and settled in her lap. Without conscious thought behind her actions she started rubbing gently at her pussy through her pants and thong. The warmth and wetness increased as she continued to rub herself. A familiar tingling sensation started to grow, her breathing changed from normal regular breaths to short and breathy gasps. The warmth between her thighs started to spread out to her hips and lower belly, then moved up to her breasts where the tingling soon had her nipples aroused to hard little points. The warmth spread up her chest to her neck and throat. She could feel her pulse beating harder and more rapidly as her face started to flush and a few small drops of perspiration appeared on her forehead and upper lip.
When Buffys eyes opened a bit they seemed glazed and distant. If Spike had been there he would have recognized the look immediately. It was the same kind of look that she often had when they were having sex with each other. It was the look she got when she lost herself in arousal and an approaching orgasm. It was the look she had when her mind and body carried her back to heaven. It was also the look she got when Spike knew that she wasn’t even aware of his presence anymore. It was at those times that Spike understood that he was nothing more than a walking sex toy that Buffy used to make herself feel alive.
Moving slowly, almost in a trance like state, Buffy set her coffee cup down on the island top. As she continued to rub her pussy, harder and faster, the warmth and tingling sensation spread through-out her body, from the tips of her toes to each and every hair follicle on her head. Almost as if in a dream she watched her right hand reach out and gather up the panties she had worn the night before. Slowly her elbow bent and raised the panties to her face.
With the crotch of her panties directly in front of her nose, she could smell the scent that had intruded subconsciously into her mind earlier. She could smell the scent of her vaginal juices from when she had soaked her panties the night before, when Spike had kissed her and touched her and made her feel again. Just before he pushed them down around her ankles and fucked her against the tree.
But there was another scent that she also recognized, the scent of Spikes cum. She recognized the scent without thought, she’d had the smell and taste of it in her nose and mouth all night. As the scent registered on her mind her dreams of the night before came rushing back to her, filling her head with erotic images. Images of things she’d never done, but somewhere in the back of her mind wanted to do. Sometime? Somewhere? With Spike?
As her mind filled with the images of her dreams Buffy closed her eyes. The fingers of her left hand pressed harder against her pussy as she rubbed her clitoris, making the warmth and tingling sensation increase more and more. As she breathed in and out in gasps, the material of her top rubbed against her nipples through her bra, stimulating them to the point of almost being painful. With her panties pressed against her lips and nose, the scent of herself and Spike mingled together took her to the edge of nirvana. Taking some of the material between her teeth the saliva in her mouth soaked it quickly filling her mouth with the taste of Spikes cum once again and pushing her over the edge.
Then four things happened all at once. First was the orgasm that washed over her entire body. It wasn’t one of the ’earth shakers’ that she often had with Spike, but it was making her feel like she was glowing. Second was the alarm on the washing machine going off, signaling the end of the wash cycle. The third thing that happened when her mind was pulled back into reality by the sounding alarm was the clear taste of Spikes cum in her mouth. That was when she realized that sometime during her fugue of mental erotica she had taken the crotch of her panties into her mouth and was eating them, rolling the thin cotton material with her tongue, soaking it with saliva, then sucking the last remnant taste of Spikes cum into her mouth. And lastly, she was smiling, with happy erotic thoughts of naked Spike filling her head.
tbc?
