Sex101
Chapter Five
Willow sat alone in her room holding the bag with the vibrator. It made an odd sound, like there was something else in there and she opened it up to find not only the vibrator but a pack of batteries. That was thoughtful of Spike.
She wasn't quite sure what she was supposed to do. Was she supposed to use it? Put the batteries in? Spike hadn't said. Maybe she should put the batteries in. That was a good non-thing to do. It required no commitment and didn't make her feel icky. Well, maybe just a little.
But she had to get over that. This was something she needed to do.
She quickly added the batteries and slipped it back in the box.
There was no way she could go through with this. This was a bad idea.
If her brain didn't stop flip-flopping soon, she was going to go insane.
But she had to do something. Something to fill the time until Oz came back and they got back together. And if that something was something that would make their relationship stronger, then that was good, right?
And this wasn't a subject she could talk to Buffy or Xander about. No, Anya was right. The only person she could trust with this was Spike.
It felt odd trusting Spike but she felt instinctively that she could. And he had trusted her too. He'd told her that the other vampires had treated him badly. She'd always thought that vampires were more or less equal in their evilness but obviously that was wrong.
Maybe Spike hadn't been quite as evil as the others; that was why they treated him so badly. It was weird thinking of Spike as a good guy, but something told her at he was. Not a white hat, obviously, but better than the other vampires. Look at how much he had loved Drusilla. You had to have some goodness inside to have stayed in love with someone for more than a hundred years.
It was that goodness - that remnant of the man he must have been - that she saw shining through tonight. Angel had once told her that the person you were dictated the vampire you became. She thought she was beginning to see that man in Spike.
She looked at the bag again. Spike hadn't told her to do anything with it so she was just going to wait until tomorrow and see what came next. She put the bag into her closet and sat down at her computer to finish that paper.
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"Pet, if I'm going to help you, I need you to tell me what exactly was the problem with Dogboy."
It was a little after six the following night and Willow was seated on the bier in Spike's crypt. She'd brought the vibrator but was thrilled when he didn't immediately want her to whip it out.
Instead, they were talking.
"Problem?"
"The reason yer here. There was something wrong with sex with Oz. What was it? Or more to the point, why do you think there was something wrong?"
"Oh, okay. Well, he just didn't want to have sex all that much. We only ever… you know - did that three times in all the time we were together."
"Because he didn't want to or were you not -"
"It was him. I um… wanted to. But he always said he was tired or he had to get up early or - I felt like a nymphomaniac sometimes because I wanted it more than he did."
"So you don't know that something was wrong with you, you just figured it was since he didn't want to have sex."
"Well, yeah. Don't guys always want to have sex? It must have been something I was doing wrong."
Spike wondered at how low this girl's self-esteem was. To just assume it was her…
Spike raked a hand through his hair and tried to make her understand.
"Just because wolf boy couldn't get it up doesn't make it yer fault." There had to be a reason why she thought it was her. "Did he ever ask you to do anything different while you were together?"
Willow looked confused so he clarified.
"While you were having sex did he - I don't know - want you to bark like a dog or lick his knees. Anything that seemed strange?"
Willow giggled and it lit up her face. "No, just the normal stuff, I guess."
"Any positions that were uncomfortable or made you feel bad?"
She shook her head. "No, we just did the one."
"Which one?"
"Just - him on top. Missionary?" She blushed as she said this.
"And he seemed to enjoy it? He got off?"
Willow blushed and nodded.
"And did you?"
She shrugged. "Only once, but I heard that girls don't always come."
"They do if the git is doing it right." Spike stood because he wanted to find Oz and throttle him. He hated a wanker who didn't have the courtesy to make sure his girl got off as well.
He stopped pacing and faced Willow. "I don't think it's you that needs lessons, luv. I think your boy needs 'em more than you do."
"But -"
"I know" Spike interrupted. "You want to learn anyway. Let's take a different tack. You seem uncomfortable with the subject of sex. Let's just cover the basics, shall we? Maybe if you know more about it, that git you call a boyfriend will step up to the plate when and if he comes back."
"Basics, got it, that sounds good. What are the basics?"
"First, I want you to get to know yer vibrator. Get a feel for it. Use it and often. You'll get to know yer own body first off. And you'll be more able to know what you want, what feels good for you. Did you bring it?"
She got it out of her backpack and sat down again.
"Did you even take it out of the box last night?"
"Just to put in the batteries."
"Okay, take it out. Don't be embarrassed, Red. That's the first thing we've got to do - get you over bein' embarrassed every time I bring up something sexual. Sex is a natural thing. Everybody does it. Think of it like breathing."
She smiled again and Spike felt the warmth of it.
Spike wanted to say more but couldn't. Was he falling for Willow? No, it was just this dumb bet. It had him all mixed up. He could do this, he could. Getting the chip out depended on it.
"Okay," he finally said. "Homework for tonight is to get yerself off with this. Have fun with it, explore yerself with it. You may learn you have some spots that turn you on that you didn't know about before."
"Um, what about Buffy? I'm not like you. I don't live alone. I have a roommate and I'm not doing any homework with Buffy in the room."
"The slayer. Right. Tell ya what, I'll keep 'er out patrolling t'night. 'Til, say, midnight - or make it one - give ya some time. I'll make sure Buffy's gone tonight and you'll do yer homework. Deal?"
"Sounds good."
It wasn't much later than Willow left for her dorm. She knew Spike was following her even though she had insisted that she'd be fine. She had her water gun filled with holy water, some crosses and a stake in her pocket. She was set, but that didn't stop Spike from making sure she was safe.
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It was dark and she was all alone in her bed with the vibrator in her hand, but she was too nervous to do anything at all. What was she supposed to do?
"Explore" Spike had said.
Explore what? What was she going to learn that she didn't already know?
She pictured Oz, his sweet smile and his spikey hair. The picture quickly changed to Spike and she forced that image away. No more thinking of spikey hair.
Okay Oz. Sweet smile, even-tempered disposition.
Think sexy.
An image came into her mind of Oz when they first made love. Strong and sweet, being careful not to hurt her.
She thought of Spike, following her home tonight to make sure she got there safely - that was sweet of him.
No! Not Spike -Oz!
The vibrator touched her breast and she thought of Oz touching her. Gentle and kind, always asking if she liked this or would prefer that.
She moved the vibrator down to her stomach but the image that entered her mind was the night Veruca had come after her. That image quickly changed to the night Spike had come after her in this very dorm room - the night he'd said he was going to turn her to be like him.
She thought of his face when he was disappointed that he couldn't bite her and then his smirk when he said he'd thought about biting her before that night. He had even remembered what clothes she'd worn.
She thought of Buffy and her confession that Spike's kisses were fantastic. What would it be like to kiss Spike? All consuming and passionate probably. Nothing like Oz.
When Spike kissed you, you'd feel it down to your toes. Your whole body would be on fire, shaking with the intensity of it. You wouldn't be able to think of anything else - not your chem lab or the programming test you had the next day.
Spike's kisses would be…
She suddenly cried out as an intense orgasm wracked her body.
She hadn't even realized that she'd moved the vibrator down… there. She hadn't really thought about what she was physically doing; her mind had been so consumed with - Spike. Not Oz, Spike. She was pretty sure that wasn't what Spike had meant for her to do.
Was it?