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Willow and Xander lay on his bed, their arms around each other, their lips crushed against each others. As they kissed, Xander's hand roved over her back, then slid around to her chest. Finding a button on her blouse, he fumbled with it, finally ripping it free.
"Xander," Willow moaned against his mouth, wincing at the sound of her favorite blouse tearing. "Let me."
Drawing a shaky breath, Willow sat up and quickly unbuttoned her blouse, then drew it down her arms. As he stared at her lace covered breasts, she turned bright red.
"Will," he choked out, his mouth hanging open.
Suddenly, Xander was on top of her, pressing her into the bed, his hands cupping her breasts and kneading them, as his mouth attacked hers again.
Willow responded passionately as her hands caught his wrists, trying to slow him down. His hands slid around her back, searching for the clasp, tugging and pulling at the elastic straps.
"Front." She moved her mouth over his face and around to his ear, sucking and licking.
"Huh?"
"Front clasp." Sucking on his neck, Willow quickly freed her breasts.
"Oh God, Will." Xander gasped harshly and rose to his knees, quickly divesting himself of his t-shirt. Toppling back onto her, he buried his mouth between her breasts, leaving pools of drool wherever he kissed her.
Willow twisted her fingers in his soft hair and tried to guide his mouth. Suddenly he clamped his lips over one of her nipples and sucked hard.
"Gentler," she begged as she nearly flew off the bed at the pain.
His mouth gentled an infinitesimal amount and Willow's brow furrowed as she listened to him suck. His hand caught her other breast and he pinched the nipple.
Whimpering and wanting to distract him from her tender breasts, Willow tugged his head back up and kissed him. One of his legs slid between hers and rubbed, jeans against naked thigh, and she felt heat flood her private places.
"I want you so much," Xander groaned, before plunging his tongue towards her tonsils.
Gasping for breath, Willow finally pulled back, squirming beneath him and rubbing her breasts against his chest. "I've dreamed of this for so long," she said dreamily.
"Huh? Oh, Will," he grunted as her fingernails scraped his back.
Sliding down her body, Xander pulled and tugged at her skirt, dragging it down her legs. As his mouth found her breast again, leaving wet trails across her hot skin, his fingers rubbed her damp pussy through her cotton panties.
"You ready?" he grunted.
"Wha...?" Opening her eyes Willow looked into his flushed face and his glazed eyes, then saw that he was unfastening his pants. A moment of panic assailed her, but she forced herself to relax. After all, this WAS the moment she had dreamed of ever since puberty had hit.
Smiling up at him bravely, Willow nodded. "I want you," she murmured.
At the speed of light, Xander yanked his pants and boxers off, then rolled her out of her panties. As he fumbled in his bedside table, Willow risked a peek at his groin, then stared.
That was it? Wasn't it supposed to get big? It was hard and standing up, but still only about four inches long and not all that thick.
A tremor ran through her and she told herself it didn't matter. Xander loved her; she loved him. This was just the culmination of their love. It would be fantastic.
With a crow of triumph, Xander pulled a condom out of the messy drawer, then knelt between Willow's spread legs and fumbled with it until he finally got it on.
Laying back down on top of her, nearly crushing her, he began to poke his cock against her pussy. Willow squirmed and bent her knees, her arms circling his shoulders as he grunted above her.
Finally, he slipped into the correct entrance and began to thrust spastically, crying her name hoarsely.
Willow looked up at the ecstasy on her face, then winced as his cock tore through her maidenhead with a hard thrust. It hurt for an instant, but she couldn't really feel him inside her. The pain quickly faded to a mild discomfort.
Xander's hands grabbed her breasts and squeezed as he yelled and collapsed on her, panting and sweating.
Willow stared at the top of his head, then shifted slightly, wincing at the soreness between her legs.
That was IT?
Finally, Xander rolled off her and flopped on his back. "Oh God, Will, that was sooo good," he crooned.
Good?
Willow stared up at the ceiling and slowly drew her legs together, the muscles twinging.
This was her dream? Thirty seconds of pumping that little thing into her, then crushing the breath out of her? This was what all the books rhapsodized about?
This was what she had broken Oz's heart for?
A snore came from beside her and Willow rolled her head. Xander was drooling into her hair. Looking down, she saw that the used condom had slid off his little cock and was leaking onto the bed.
Making a face, Willow rolled onto her side, curling into a ball.
She couldn't believe that she had just given her most precious gift to the king of cretins.
End