Need

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Buffy Summers, notorious bad girl at home in California, has been sent away to a small town in rural England to live with a distant relative. How can she possibly relieve her boredom? By seducing her shy, impressionable neighbor, of course.

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Chapter 1

I’m goin’ swimmin ‘ now
Get up your stream, baby
Gonna get wet, yeah

For what I need
What I need
Is you, baby

Yeah, I’m goin’ climbin ‘ now
I’m gonna get high
Up your peach, baby

For what I need
What I need
Is you, baby

I don’t care what you put in my way
Not ever since I met you
Now I’m like a heat- seekin ‘ missile, baby

For what I need
What I need
Is you, baby

Well, I’m goin’ walkin’ now
(The only problem)
Up early on that road
(I said the only problem is)
To get home to you, baby
(If I don’t get to you, I think I’m gonna go insane)

For what I need
What I need
Is you, baby

I don’t care what kind of hole is in the ground
I don’t care what kind of ocean is between you and me
No, baby, I ain’t gonna go half way
I’m gettin’ to you
Watch out…

*** *** ***

Buffy Summers was bored. Really, really bored. And hating her parents. Ever since that fire in her high school gym—which she stillswore could’ve been caused by cigarette-smoking mice—they’d been plotting a way to make her suffer, and boy had they found it.

She’d wondered why in the world they’d send her all the way to England to live with her father’s second cousin. She had relatives they could ship her off to right there in California. Why go to all the trouble to banish her to another country with some man she’d never even met?

Because he lived miles away from any mischief she could get into, that’s why. If her parents were going to ship her off to England, the least they could’ve done was found a relative that lived somewhere near a city. She could see herself in London. There was shopping to be done there. But here? She’d had to go twenty miles to find the nearest party, and it sucked . She recognized several of the girls as being from her class, but she didn’t want to as much as ask them for a pencil never mind hang out with them all night.

And the guys… They weren’t any better than American guys as far as she was concerned. Sure, they weren’t crushing cans against their heads and did their harassing of the weak with accents that to Buffy made them sound cultured, but it was the same sort of hazing she’d seen go on a thousand times back home. From the sounds of it, they were currently in the process of mocking someone for his attempts at poetry.

Buffy shrugged it off and headed for the beer again. At least there was that to keep her occupied…

Buffy got her drink and was headed back towards the party when she stopped, hearing a conversation going on in one of the adjoining rooms. Too bored to keep herself from snooping, she peaked around, noticing the conversation in question was between Cecily Underwood, a schoolmate of hers, and someone she was pretty sure was that oddly quiet boy who lived next door to her. Seeing him at a party at all surprised her. She was certain he stayed locked up in his house all day.

Buffy’s eyebrow arched as she heard him speaking, realizing he was laying his heart out there for Cecily. She winced, waiting for the inevitable rejection. Three…two…one…

“I do see you. That’s the problem. You’re nothing to me, William. You’re beneath me.”

Buffy couldn’t help but feel a little sorry for the guy. Apparently he had not gotten the “Cecily Underwood is an ice bitch from hell” memo. She figured it would be better for him in the long run, though. The only thing worse than being rejected by Cecily was being the man she named “Toady of the Week.”

Cecily flounced out of the room, ignoring Buffy as she brushed past. William remained on the couch where they had been sitting, looking devastated. Buffy glanced back towards the party, then sighed, feeling a compulsion to try to cheer the poor guy up. “You know she’s a total bitch, don’t you?”

William’s head shot up at the sound of Buffy’s voice, and he wiped at his eyes, calling more attention to his tears than hiding him the way she assumed he was most likely trying to do. “Excuse me, Miss… Not to be rude, but I would rather be alone.”

“Just thought you should know—about Cecily. Consider it neighborly advice.”

William frowned. “Neighborly?”

“Yeah, You live next to Rupert Giles, don’t you?”

“I do,” William replied with a nod. “And you are…?”

“I’m Buffy Summers. Rupert’s like my third cousin or something. My parents pawned me off on him, so you and I—we’re neighbors.”

William blushed slightly. “I am sorry for my behavior, Miss Summers. I have neither formally introduced myself to you or…”

“Hey, chill,” Buffy said, cutting him off. “I haven’t exactly been making with the formal introductions either. And I just wanted to give you a little heads up on Cecily.”

“Did…you just hear what happened?” William asked. Buffy nodded, and he turned even redder.

“No, it’s okay. She made herself look way more like an ass than you did,” Buffy said with a smile, coming over to sit beside him. “And really…” She lowered her voice conspiratorially. “If you give any credence at all to graffiti on the bathroom walls, she just saved you a shitload of money on creams and pills.”

William stared at her blankly. “Creams and pills?”

Buffy suppressed the urge to laugh. This guy really was an innocent… “She’s probably got an STD, William,” she said bluntly.

Buffy hadn’t thought it was possible for William to get any redder, but he quickly proved her wrong. “I don’t… I …” He looked down at the floor. “I don’t believe it’s proper for a lady to discuss such things.”

“Good thing I’m not a lady then. You wanna dance?”

William looked up sharply. “I…I shouldn’t. I need to be getting home. Mother will worry.”

Buffy didn’t know if she wanted to roll her eyes or pat him on the head. He was just so adorably pathetic. “Look, I’m here for another hour until my cousin’s driver comes to get me. I’d like to spend it dancing.”

“I’m not…I don’t…”

“Cecily’s out there mocking you with her friends right now. The best thing you can do is just hold your head up high and let a woman as damn hot as me bump and grind all over you for a bit. Then we can leave together, and that’ll be enough to show them all.”

William’s eyes widened. “Miss Summers! That would lead them to believe that…”

“Um, that’s kind of the idea. Trust me, it’ll show them all. And it’s Buffy.”

“I…I can’t. It’s inappropriate, and…”

Was this guy for real? It was like he’d just stepped out of some cheesy Victorian novel what with all the propriety and stuff. “Aw, come on, Billy. Live a little.”

“It’s… it’s William,” he protested as she grabbed his hand and dragged him out to the party and on to the dance floor.

Buffy turned herself in his arms, grabbing his hands and placing them on her hips as she gyrated to the music. His face was the very picture of embarrassment and misery. But what was going on a little lower told a completely different story. Some part of him was definitely enjoying this.

She could hear Cecily’s group of fools whispering behind them, and it only made Buffy grind more, deciding she might as well give them a show.

William’s hands stayed on her waist, but she could feel them trembling and had no doubt he was probably sweating on her, too. It was obvious he’d never had his hands on a girl in his life, and instead of being the turn off Buffy had always assumed that would be, it was making her decidedly hot. Back in California, she had tended to go for older guys who brought the most experience to the bedroom. Her mind ran through a list of all the decidedly naughty things she could teach this innocent and her brain threatened to melt on her right then and there.

The song blended into another one, and she didn’t stop moving. Her hands trailed down to William’s ass, and she gripped it, surprised and delighted to find just how tight it was. His clothes were loose and obviously meant to hide everything, but she would bet good money that there was one hell of a bod under there.

Buffy nearly moaned as she felt William begin to move with her. Tentatively at first, but then more as she pulled him closer. They were so close now as to be practically dry humping on the dance floor, and Buffy felt him pressing intimately against her. She’d left her ruler at home that night so she’d have to skip getting an exact measurement, but from the feel of things, Cecily had passed up on quite a package.

She looked up, trying to see into his blue eyes through his glasses. There was fear there, but Buffy was delighted to see that it was mixed with lust. Oh yeah, she could definitely have some fun with this one. She was tempted to just drag him from the room and rip his clothes off right then, but she had a feeling that would only scare him. Seducing shy virgins took more finesse than that.

Or so she’d heard…

Instead, she leaned up and licked his neck slowly, making William shiver against her. She glanced out of the corner of her eye, making sure Cecily was watching before pressing her lips against his ear as if she was whispering something, then she led William outside.

As they walked away from the house, Buffy saw William shiver and wondered if it was from more than the chill in the air. Fear seemed to be dominating his expression now, and Buffy decided she better hurry up and make with the small talk if she didn’t want him bolting. Her ride wasn’t there yet, and she wanted to use this opportunity to talk to him a bit, lay the groundwork for her seduction.

The very thought of her plan made Buffy want to giggle insanely. She wasn’t sure what shocked her more, the fact that she’d thought of it or that she was seriously planning on going through with it. But she was feeling nice and relaxed, the buzzing in her body and her brain telling her that it was a simply wonderful idea.

“Kinda surprised you’re here,” Buffy said. “You don’t seem like you’d be much of one for parties.”

“I…um…” He was back to the blushing and stammering. “I came because I wished to see Cecily.”

“Figures,” Buffy thought. “I don’t know what you see in her,” she said. “Cecily’s a total hobiscuit . Besides, she’s got bug eyes, and they’re kinda creepy if you ask me. You could do a million times better.”

William sighed. “It doesn’t matter anyway. Women aren’t interested in me.”

“Um, hello? Woman right here. Was me grinding against your crotch not obvious enough interest?”

William turned the reddest she’d seen him all night. “I didn’t…I’ve never…I was not behaving like a gentleman.”

“God, you are just too cute for words.” Buffy saw a car pull up into the drive, and sighed as she realized her ride had gotten there early. She stood up on her toes and kissed William’s cheek. “I’ll see you around, handsome.”

She walked away from him, making sure her hips were swishing as she did. She glanced over her shoulder once to see his hand against the cheek she’d just kissed.

“Oh yeah,” Buffy thought. “This is going to be fun.”

*** *** ***

It was dark in his house when William got home, and he was glad to know his mother had gotten herself to bed. He’d been gone later than he had intended, and he was afraid she would be up, worrying. He wasn’t sure he could face her right now…

His mother had always been diligent in teaching him right from wrong, determined to raise her son to be a gentleman. She had never discouraged him from dating. As a matter of fact, she was the one who had urged him to make his feelings known to Cecily. She knew William was lonely, and had told him that he didn’t need to feel as if he had to dote on his mother despite her often ill health.

What she would not approve of is what he had engaged in that evening with Miss Summers. Allowing himself to touch a woman in such an inappropriate manner… He was certain that she’d been able to feel his body’s reaction to her, and the very thought of it made William feel humiliated. He had lost all control, letting him behave like a barbarian in front of a young woman. He was certain she did not think him the gentleman at all.

He went to his bedroom, hoping some sleep would help him put aside the events of the evening. He froze as he walked into the room, his eyes zeroing in on what he could see across from him. It was her, the girl from the party— Buffy . And she was naked.

William’s mouth grew completely dry, his cock straining in his trousers for attention. He knew he should turn away, should close his blinds and go to bed, but his first glimpse of a nude woman had him glued to the spot.

Buffy stood in front of the mirror, regarding her tanned, toned figure. Her hands traveled up her sides to her breasts, and William whimpered, his hands aching to be the ones grasping the perfectly-formed globes. She tweaked her nipples, the look of pleasure on her face clear even from William’s distant viewpoint.

She fondled her breasts for only a moment more before she turned around, climbing on the bed on all fours. She propped up the pillows, leaning against them as she lay on her back, spreading her legs wide. William swallowed hard, still unable to move, unable to stop watching the show.

One of Buffy’s hands traveled down between her legs, her hips bucking as she began to finger her hairless pussy. A moan tore from William’s throat, and he felt himself almost come in his pants right then and there. What she was doing was so dirty, but William knew he was worse for watching. She thrashed on the bed, arching into her fingers as her other hand roughly pulled at her nipple.

Almost under its own accord, his hand stole to the front of his trousers, unzipping them and then popping the buttons on his boxers to release his cock. He stroked himself in time with her movements, until her hips shot straight off the bed, her mouth falling open in a cry William couldn’t hear.

He panted as Buffy rolled over and clicked off the light beside her bed, making her room dark again. With shame, William looked down, realizing his left hand was now covered in his own fluids. He was horrible—a regular pervert! He’d spied on a woman and gotten off on it. How could he have done something so dirty? If Buffy found out what he did, she’d surely have him arrested…

William got a tissue from the box beside his bed, cleaning himself off before finding some clean boxers to sleep in.

Back in her room, Buffy drifted to sleep with a smile on her face, hoping William had enjoyed her show.

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