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Summary: A mysterious carnival appears on the outskirts of Sunnydale.
Despite the sudden disappearance of townspeople and pets, Xander is
intrigued and wants a closer look. What he gets is more than he could
This story is based on a suggested story idea from the lovely Mystic Oblivion.
As always, thanks to the wonderful Petxnd for the banners that put the perfect
visual to my words.
Willow had spent the better part of the afternoon and evening ensconced
in her bedroom studying. She had books spread out over the width of her
bed, leaving just a small corner in which to curl up. The subject of all
the manuals was the same. Spells and witchcraft.
She had read and reread the chapters that dealt with locating people and she
knew now what had gone wrong. It was nothing she had done or done
incorrectly, it was the fault of the subject. Her spell focused on the essence
of a living spirit and when the crystal had gone dull, Larry's had ceased to
exist. She wasn't sure how but Willow was positive when.
It occurred when they arrived at the carny's tent. The blond man. The sleazy
good looking man. The man she was convinced had murdered Larry Fine.
Willow stared again at the crystal that sat on her pillow. She knew she was right.
She also had to admit to herself that this was bigger than she was. She needed
to confide in a grown up, but not the police. The only thing they were interested
in finding was a dozen jelly donuts to go with their Starbucks coffee.
Willow closed her books and moved them off her bed. She crawled under
the covers and turned out the light. She had made up her mind. Just before
homeroom class tomorrow, she would go to see Mr. Giles, the librarian.
She just hoped he was open minded enough not to laugh her out of his office
at the first mention of the word 'magic'.
Jesse tossed aside his video game and threw himself down across his bed.
He rolled over on his stomach and fished out his well worn copy of BUSH,
a porn magazine he had stolen from the convenience store across town.
He flipped through the pages till he came to what he wanted. It was a shot
of a cheerleader, blond, blue eyed and waiting just for him. She was sitting
on a round, pink bed with her legs spread wide apart and her pussy gaped
open. Her left hand was holding her pleated shirt up as the fingers of her
right worked to please herself.
The first time he had seen this picture, it had instantly reminded him of Buffy.
Now, in his mind and in his fist, that's who she was.
"Yeah, that's it Buff, show me your stuff. Let me see how wet you are for me.
Fuck, your pussy smells so good. Like Fisherman's wharf at sunset. Come
on, Baby, do a great big split for me. Yeah, yeah. Fuck."
As expected, Jesse's cock erupted, shooting wads of sticky, pearly cum
onto the willing cheerleaders paper face. Feeling the meat in his hand jerk and
pulse, Jesse continued to milk it until all the last drops fell and dripped from the
slit and he fell back with a sigh.
It was good. It was an orgasm. It was his fourth of the day, but, it wasn't
enough. He was tired of being his own best friend. He was sick of those cock
tease girls he had gone out with that acted like they would do anything when in fact
after the burger, fries and a movie, he was lucky if he got a half hearted hand job.
He wanted pussy! He wanted pussy and he wanted it now!
Tossing the magazine to the floor, Jesse wiped himself off on a dirty
sock and pulled up his boxers. His mind was made up. He was going
to fuck Buffy Summers or know the reason why.
And now he suspected that reason had everything to do with his best pal Xander
Harris. The Benedict Arnold of wingmen. Jesse scowled and flopped over.
Xander had been blocking him every step of the way. Why? Why else except
that Xander's cock was swimming in Buffy's pool.
Jesse sat bolt upright in his bed as the images of it formed in his head.
'Holy Fuck!' His thoughts hit the gas pedal and shot down a road he had only
earlier today first considered. A road that came with a crushing, infuriating
sign post that read......
"Fuckin' Xander is fucking my girl behind my back!!"
He knew it. That had to be it. Everything made sense. It explained why
Xander was always blocking his efforts to get next to Buffy. It explained
why Xander didn't want to circle jerk with him anymore. It also explained
why Xander refused to climb on Willow even though she had all but
spread herself cheerleader wide for him.
Jesse had even considered doing Willow himself, but, it was Willow.
Jesse was furious.
His eyes burned with the unshed tears of anger and worse. Betrayal.
His life long friend, his confidant, his brother, had betrayed him.
It was a realization that cut deeper than the surface need of sexual release.
It was heartbreaking.
It made him curse the day she had come to town.
Jesse buried himself down in his blankets. The more he thought about it
the more he was convinced he was right and his imagination went wild.
Where were they doing it? How often? How could they do this to him?
He thought about them sneaking around behind his back. Laughing at him
for being such a stupid fool. He imagined them at school, touching each other
the minute his head was turned.
The movie in his brain now went full color and wide screen as he pictured
them in Buffy's bed, in the woods, her sucking his prick, him fingering her,
licking off his fingers then fucking her in the ass. Jesse cataloged all the
different positions they were no doubt trying, all the condoms Xander
would need, the lube for her dry asshole.
The more he thought about it the madder he got. Remembering how adamant
Buffy had been about none of them going out after dark, Jesse was convinced
that they were probably together right now. He had to know. He couldn't
sleep until he knew.
Quickly fishing through his backpack, Jesse pulled out his cell phone.
He punched in the code to block his number from appearing on her caller I.D,
and he dialed. If she was home, he would try Xander next. If they were
both home, maybe he was wrong. Maybe.......
He listened to her phone ring, again and again. 8, 9, 10 times before he
snapped it shut.
"Fine." He announced into the darkness. "You two think you are so
smart? Let's just see who is smarter."
He quickly devised a plan and decided that starting tomorrow night, he
would trail his good buddy, Xan. He would follow him and wait till his
wet, shiny prick was buried deep in Buffy's pussy and he would catch them
in the act.
"HA! Let's see you deny it then, you fuckin' ass hole! You cock suckin',
mother fuckin' traitor of an ass hole. And Buffy can just thank her lucky
stars I am still willing to fuck her after all this."
Then, with his angry plan decided on, Jesse rolled over and went to sleep.