Buffy had most of her stuff unpacked, and put away in the cupboards of her new room. She also had her bed made, even though she wasn’t really planning to use it. Their big bed in the master bedroom was much more comfortable, though she supposed that Xander might have other ideas about how to properly christen her room.
That thought was interrupted by a knock on the frame of her new door. “Can we come in?” asked Xander.
“Of course, Sir,” said Buffy. “You can do whatever you like.”
“Okay, new rule,” said Xander. “This is your room. In here, you make the rules. The rest of us can only be in here with your permission.” He looked over at Faith. “Same goes for your room, once we get it set up.” He turned back to Buffy. “So, is there anything you’d like to do?”
“Yes, Xander,” said Buffy, feeling freed by his permission to indulge her basest fantasies. “I’d like to suck your cock, while Faith and Anya fuck my ass and pussy with strap-ons.” She’d save the whips for later.
“I think we can arrange that,” said Xander, and the Reward light flashed. A pair of strap-on dildos appeared on Buffy’s desk. “Now tell us what you want us to do.”
Buffy smiled and stepped toward him. “Faith and Anya, undress each other.” She started to undo the buttons of Xander’s shirt.
She took her time, appreciating his skin, and his muscles, and showing her appreciation by kissing and licking every bit of it as she uncovered him. When it came time to remove his pants she gave special attention to his cock, caressing it with her lips and tongue, but she didn’t suck him into her mouth yet.
Once she had Xander naked, she had him undress her. He took just as much time with her, showing her body just as much appreciation as she’d given his. By the time he had removed her last sock, Faith and Anya had gotten each other completely naked too.
Buffy turned to the desk, to get the two, double ended, strap-on dildos. She gave one of them to Xander. “You can put this on Faith, while I take care of Anya.”
“Yes, Buffy,” said Xander, and he went to kneel in front of Faith. Buffy took her dildo to Anya, and knelt in front of her. Anya quickly stepped into the harness, and Buffy lifted the dildo up between her legs.
Anya’s slit was already wet, and Buffy slid the root of the dildo along it, and pressed it against her clit. She smiled as Anya groaned. She returned the root of the dildo to the entrance to Anya’s pussy, and slowly pressed it into her.
Buffy gave the dildo a good wiggle, to make sure that it was properly seated before tightening the straps around Anya’s hips. She stood up and smiled at her mistress. Xander might have said that she was in charge here, but she still phrased it as a request. “Would you like to lie back on my bed, Anya?”
“Yes, Buffy.” Anya went to the bed and lay back on it.
Buffy crawled on top of Anya, and lowered herself down onto the dildo, feeling it filling her. She looked back at Faith, and saw that Xander had finished fitting her dildo onto her. “Come here, Faith, and fuck my ass!”
Faith smiled back. “Yes, Buffy.” Buffy could feel an ironic echo of what Anya had said through their link. Faith knelt on the bed behind her, and guided her strap-on into Buffy’s ass.
“Oh, yes!” moaned Buffy, feeling the second dildo entering her. “Now Xander! Come here.”
Xander climbed onto the bed in front of Buffy, kneeling over Anya’s face, with his hard cock in front of Buffy’s nose. She took hold of his dick and licked it from his balls to his tip. She sucked it into her mouth.
Buffy thought that she was in heaven. She had Xander’s cock in her mouth, and Anya and Faith’s dildos filling her pussy and ass. They all felt wonderful to her. She rose and fell on Anya’s silicone dildo as Faith pounded her ass, and she took Xander’s cock as deeply as she could into her throat. Anya was grasping at Xander’s hips, pulling herself up so she could suck on his balls. Buffy’s hands were on Anya’s tits, squeezing them in time with Anya’s thrusts into her cunt.
Buffy reveled in the sensations of having someone penetrating all of her orifices. She loved all of it. She felt Xander leaning forward over her, to meet his mouth to Faith’s. Their connection let her feel Xander’s hands squeezing Faith’s tits. Her hands on Anya’s breasts echoed what Xander was doing for Faith.
Anya and Faith kept pounding their dildos into her while Buffy sucked Xander’s cock. Soon she was coming hard, again and again, and then she felt the tensing in Xander’s muscles that presaged his own orgasm. Her mouth and her tongue on his cock encouraged him not to hold back. His hips bucked, and she tasted his semen filling her mouth.
Buffy pulled away from Xander’s cock, and leaned down to kiss Anya, sharing his seed with her. Faith bent down, pressing herself against her back, and Buffy twisted around to kiss her, and give her a taste too. They all collapsed together onto the narrow bed.
After giving everyone a few seconds to catch their breaths, Buffy asked “Anya, may I borrow your strap-on?”
“Of course, Buffy. Which one of us do you want to use it on?”
“I think I’ll start with you.”
It took a bit of effort to extricate themselves: Faith and Anya’s dildos were still in Buffy’s ass and pussy. Once they got themselves apart, she had Anya sit up in the bed, while Buffy removed her strap-on, and then let Anya put it on her, while Xander removed Faith’s. Anya and Faith sat side by side on the bed while Buffy and Xander knelt in front of them.
Buffy started by going down on Anya, giving her pussy a good licking, before kissing and tonguing her way up Anya’s body, around her tits, and kissing her as she sank the dildo into Anya’s pussy. She heard Anya and Faith moan in harmony, and looked across at Xander as he pulled back from Faith, and then plunged deep into her pussy again.
Between having the root of the double ended dildo deep in her own pussy, and her connection with Faith, Buffy felt like she was on both the giving and the receiving end of an incredible fucking as she drove Anya into another orgasm.
She felt Xander’s hand on her shoulder, looked over, and saw him grinning at her. “Wanna trade?”
He could have ordered her, and a part of her was a little disappointed that he didn’t, but he had said that this was her room, and she made the rules here, so it was good of him to ask. “Sure!”
She pulled away from Anya as Xander pulled away from Faith, and kissed him in passing as they changed places. She let her link with Faith open wide as she thrust the dildo deep into her pussy.
Making love with Faith wasn’t like anything else. Buffy loved making love with Xander and Anya, but she didn’t have the connection with them that she had with Faith. With her, Buffy knew exactly what Faith was feeling as she pushed the dildo into her. She knew exactly how to twist to hit that special place to give her maximum pleasure, and she got to feel that pleasure too. It wasn’t long before they were both riding the crests of repeated orgasms.
Baith had lost track of what Xander and Anya were doing, so she was surprised to feel a set of hands come around from behind her back, to grab her tits, and feel her ass being penetrated by a familiar piece of supple plastic. Anya was wearing the strap-on that Faith had been using earlier, and was now using it on Buffy, herself. Her awareness returned to the room around her, instead of just focusing on what Fuffy was feeling. Using Faith’s eyes, she could see Anya over Buffy’s shoulder, and Xander behind her. While Anya was fucking Buffy’s ass, Xander was fucking Anya’s. Xander’s thrust forward into Anya propelled her into Buffy, who then drove into Faith. They all drew back together, and drove forward again in unison.
Buffy channelled the full feeling of Anya’s dildo up her ass through her link into Faith, and she could feel its echo coming back at her. It pushed them both to even higher levels of ecstasy until she felt the twitching of Anya behind her signalling that she was coming again, and Xander groaning behind her, as he came into Anya’s ass. They all collapsed down onto Faith.
After a few minutes of them all lying together in a heap on Buffy’s narrow bed, it was Anya who suggested that they move back to their bedroom, where the bed was big enough for them all to cuddle comfortably together in it.
Xander decided that they needed to take a break from their apartment renovations the next day. In some ways the kitchen had needed the least work; it looked like the previous tenants hadn’t done much, if any, cooking. Some of the cabinet door hinges had been broken, and the counter top, and some of the floor tiles had been cracked. Unfortunately, it was pretty much impossible to repair just one floor tile, so they had very carefully removed the cabinets, and then torn up the entire floor in preparation for laying a new one.
The tiles had all been laid, and now they were putting the cabinets back together. Xander had had to make a couple of new doors, and replace the faces on some of the drawers, and they had painted everything so that the old would match with the new. The upper cabinets were all back in place, just needing to have their doors reattached, and only the lower cabinets remained. They had to be finished today, because the new quartz countertop was being delivered tomorrow.
Still, they were making good progress, so he declared that they should take some time off, and go out to the pool.
Anya had declared that the pool area was a clothing free zone, so the Daisy Duke shorts, and undersized t-shirts of Buffy and Faith’s “work clothes” vanished as they passed through the doors out onto the pool deck. Anya and Xander followed them, and he watched as Anya had their slaves undress her. He undressed himself as he watched Buffy and Faith slather Anya’s nude body with sunscreen. Buffy and Faith pressed themselves up against Anya, the three of them writhing their bodies against each other to spread the lotion around. Once Anya’s skin was completely protected, she ordered the Slayers to take care of Xander. Both of them smiled as they approached him.
Anya settled down in one of the lounge chairs. She donned a sun hat with a wide floppy brim, and a pair of oversized sunglasses. She lay back to catch some sun, and watch while Buffy and Faith coated Xander with sunscreen.
Buffy was carrying the bottle. Faith held out her hands, and Buffy squeezed generous portions of lotion into them. Then she squeezed a large dollop into her own hand, set the bottle aside, and rubbed her hands together to get the lotion onto both before stepping right up to Xander, and rubbing her hands on his chest. Faith had gone behind him, and her hands were now rubbing over his back.
Both Slayers worked their way down his body — from his back and chest, through his buttocks and hips, down to his thighs, calfs and feet — being sure that they left no patch of skin unprotected from the sun. When they finished they were both kneeling on the deck in front of him, looking up at his erect cock.
Xander glanced over at Anya, who was still watching them with a smile on her face, her legs spread wide, and her fingers slowly stroking her clit. He looked back down at Buffy and Faith, leaned down enough to place a hand on the side of each of their faces, and then gently pulled them toward his cock.
Two Slayer tongues licked their way up his shaft, and flicked over his tip. Two sets of lips kissed him. The Slayers took turns, one sucking while the other licked around the base of his cock, and his balls.
It wasn’t long until Xander was ready to come. He thought of controlling it, holding it in, but decided against it. He pulled his cock from Faith’s mouth, and took hold of it, himself. “Open up,” he told both Slayers.
Faith and Buffy sat back on their heels, their faces turned up to him, their mouths open, and their tongues extended as he took over jerking himself off. His jiz spurted from his cock across both of their faces. He moved his cock back and forth between them so that both Slayers got to catch some on their tongues.
When he was spent, he smiled down at his two slaves. “Clean each other up, and then be sure to use the sun screen on yourselves.”
“Slayers don’t get sunburns, M’Lord,” said Buffy.
“Did I ask?” asked Xander.
Buffy ducked her head. “No Sir, sorry Sir.”
“Just for that, Faith can spank you, after you’ve got the sunscreen on,” said Xander. “And you may not burn, but we don’t know about skin cancer.”
“Yes, Sir.” Buffy reached for the sunscreen bottle and squeezed a bit into her hand. She reached for his softening cock, and stroked her hand around it, with a sly smile on her lips. “We don’t want this getting a sunburn, either.”
“Very thoughtful of you, Buffy,” said Xander. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, Sir,” said Buffy, and then she and Faith turned to each other, and started to lick Xander’s semen from each other’s faces.
Xander turned his attention to Anya, and crawled up onto the end of her chaise longe. He heard Faith’s hand smack against Buffy’s ass, as he buried his face between Anya’s legs.
Xander lay back in the lounge chair, with his hands on Anya’s hips as she slowly rode up and down on his cock. Buffy and Faith were beside them in another chaise, busily licking at each other’s pussy.
He had been holding back his own orgasm for some time now, letting Anya come again and again on his hard cock. He could tell she was nearly ready to come again.
The cordless phone on the table between them and the Slayers rang, with the tone that meant someone was downstairs at the front door. Anya reached for it, while continuing her slow, up and down motion. “Hello? … Oh, Hello Dawn.” Xander tensed as Anya looked down at him, and he knew that Buffy and Faith had stopped what they were doing too. Anya held the phone away from her mouth. “Did you invite Dawn over?”
“Uh…I told her she could come over sometime. I didn’t say today.”
“Well, she’s here now.” Anya tipped the phone back to her mouth. “Come on up, Dawn. It’s the top floor.” She pressed the button to unlock the building’s front entrance. She put the phone down. “Buffy and Faith, you’ve got thirty seconds to finish what you’re doing.” She looked down at Xander. “And so do you,” she said.
“Yes ma’am!” Xander reached up and grabbed Anya’s tits. He sat up, tipping her over onto her back, and drove himself hard into her. Soon she was crying out as Xander came into her.
He lay still for a moment, before gently kissing Anya’s lips. He looked over at where Buffy and Faith were disentangling themselves from each other, both looking thoroughly mussed. The light flashed, and they were both kinda dressed, in skimpy string bikinis.
“Jump in the pool, and see if you can wipe that ‘just fucked’ look off your faces,” he told them.
“You should do the same,” said Anya.
“I intend to.” Xander dove into the pool after Buffy and Faith, and quickly climbed out again, to go get himself a towel, and a pair of swim trunks.
Dawn knocked on the door of Xander’s new apartment, and waited for someone to open it. She smiled when she saw who greeted her. “Hi, Xander!” Her smile widened as she took in his shirtless state, with a towel wrapped around his neck: his wet hair; the way a few drops of water were trickling down over his chest; his swim trunks…that seemed to be mostly dry?
“Hey Dawn!” Xander waved for her to come in. She put her thoughts of nearly naked Xander on hold as she stepped across the threshold. “Everyone’s out by the pool.”
Dawn looked around. “Love what you’ve done with the place.”
“Sarcasm does not become you,” said Xander, looking around at the same things Dawn was seeing: flooring stripped down to the plywood subfloor, drywall ripped down, bare studs, with electrical and plumbing exposed. Curtains of plastic hung around them, blocking off her view of much of the new apartment. “But we’re making real progress. In a few weeks, this is all going to look great! And the pool area is fully functional! It just needed a bit of a cleaning. Come on!”
Xander led her out through a set of sliding glass doors, to a wide open terrace holding the pool. Buffy and Faith were just climbing out of the water wearing teeny-tiny little string bikinis. Dawn had thought that the two piece swimsuit she had brought with her was daring, but it had enough material in it to make the suits Buffy and Faith were wearing, and still leave her wearing more than they were. Buffy and Faith’s bikinis were little more than three small triangles of fabric, held together by bits of string.
And then she saw Anya.
“Ahn!” said Xander. “I thought I told you to put something on!”
“I did!” said Anya, who was wearing something that could only be generously called a ‘thong,’ and she was completely topless.
“Ahn!”
“Xander!” said Anya. “This is totally acceptable swimwear in most of the civilized world. It’s only the puritanical Americans who have any trouble with it! I’m pretty sure that Dawn isn’t seeing anything that she hasn’t seen in a mirror!”
She’s not wrong, Dawn couldn’t help thinking to herself. She also couldn’t help thinking about Xander’s comment that he’d told Anya to put something on. Had Anya been naked? She considered his dry swim trunks. Had Xander been naked?
She looked back at Buffy. Her wet bikini swimsuit clung to her body so closely that it might as well have not been there at all. The same could be said of Faith’s. Dawn felt her heart sink. Xander would never notice her, in her dowdy swimsuit, with Faith, Buffy, and Anya parading around nearly naked, unless…she could follow Anya’s example?
Dawn was brought out of her musing by Anya asking her something, that she hadn’t caught. “What?” she said.
“I asked if you wanted some lemonade,” said Anya.
“Oh, yeah, sure. Yes, please,” she said.
“Faith, get Dawn a glass of lemonade,” ordered Anya.
Faith ducked her head in a tiny bow. “Yes, Mistress,” she said, and quickly turned to go back into the apartment. From behind she looked even more naked, and Dawn couldn’t help admiring the way her ass swayed as she walked.
“Buffy, show Dawn where she can change into her bathing suit,” ordered Anya.
Buffy gave Anya a tiny bow, like Faith had done. “Yes, Mistress,” she said. “Come with me, please, Dawn.” Buffy turned to follow Faith back inside. The analytical part of Dawn’s mind noted that Buffy’s virtually bare ass swayed just as much as Faith’s, but it wasn’t nearly as attractive to her. It took her a few moments to realize that she should be following her sister, and not thinking about Faith’s ass.
Buffy led her through sheets of hanging plastic to the stairs that went up to the apartment’s second floor. Once the last sheet was brushed away, Dawn could see the finished steps, with their treads of dark hardwood. She followed Buffy upstairs into a hall that was floored with the same material, and cream coloured walls.
Buffy pointed to the big double doors on the left. “That’s our bedroom over there.” She pointed the other way. “Bathroom’s down there, on the right if you need it.” She opened the door in front of her. “And this is my room. You can get changed in here.”
“Thank you, Buffy.”
“You’re welcome.” Buffy gave her an ironic bow, that had none of the deference of the one she’d giving Anya, and left Dawn on her own.
Dawn looked around Buffy’s room a bit. Most of the furnishings in it were the familiar ones taken from her bedroom at home, but this room was larger, and with the smaller bed, it looked even roomier. The view out the sliding glass doors showed another balcony, and the mountains to the north beyond it.
Dawn stripped out of her clothes, and pulled her two piece bathing suit from her backpack. She pulled on the pantie style bottoms, and then paused, holding the top in her hands. She already had a higher percentage of her body covered than Buffy, Faith and Anya combined. If she went back out now, dressed the way she was, Xander would certainly notice her: notice that she wasn’t a little girl anymore. Faith might notice too. Buffy wouldn’t like it, but she didn’t care what Buffy thought, and Anya wouldn’t care. Anya might actually make some appreciative comments, which would help focus Xander’s attention onto her tits, because she was sure he would be doing his damnedest not to look at her…
That settled it for her, because she knew that if she went out there topless, Xander wouldn’t look. As soon as he realized that she wasn’t wearing anything, he’d turn his back, because that was the sort of guy he was. He wasn’t like all those jerks at school who would stare, and make lude comments, and maybe try to cop a feel. Xander was a gentleman, and he wouldn’t look at her at all until she went back and put on the top, and even then he probably wouldn’t look at her, if he could help it, for the rest of the day.
“Okay,” she told herself as she shimmied into her top. “Cowardice properly rationalized away: I’ve got very good reasons to wear this.” She couldn’t help thinking that maybe it really was a form of cowardice that made her put her top on when she stepped back out into the sunlight. Well, there was always phase two of her “make Xander notice me” plan.
Xander had to remind himself that Dawn was only fourteen when she came back out onto the deck by the pool. He almost wished that she’d chosen to wear less — not because he wanted to see more of Dawn’s skin, but because he was getting used to seeing beautiful naked women. Bare skin was becoming commonplace to him. Bits of cloth, covering points of interest, kicked his imagination into overdrive. He didn’t want to think about what Dawn’s breasts looked like under that bikini top of hers, but he couldn’t help himself. He looked at Anya, who was leaving nothing to his imagination when it came to her breasts, and at Buffy and Faith, whose string bikini tops were almost as revealing as Anya’s lack of one, and yet still gave a little room for his imagination to go to work.
Faith handed Dawn a tall glass of lemonade, and Buffy indicated the chaise longue that she had set up for her sister. “Have a seat,” she said.
“Thank you.” Dawn took a sip of her lemonade as she sat down on the lounge chair. She set her glass down on the table beside her, reached into her bag, and pulled out a tube of sunscreen. She popped it open, squirted some into her hand, and started to rub it onto her legs.
Xander could tell that she was making a deliberate production of slathering the sunscreen over herself, starting with her legs, and then moving on to do her arms, and her stomach, and her chest. He tried not to stare, but he also didn’t look away. Dawn obviously wanted him to look at her, and it would have been churlish not to. He was happy that for once, his cock wasn’t rising to the bait. His swim trunks were pretty loose, but there was no way that Dawn wouldn’t notice if he got an erection now.
Dawn had finished covering her front with the sunscreen, and held the tube out toward him. “Xander, will you do my back?”
He’d known that the question was coming, so he did the only thing he could. “Of course, Dawn.” He considered handing the tube off to Faith, and ordering her to do it. From some of the looks Dawn had been giving her recently, he thought that she’d like that almost as much as him doing it, but after glancing at Buffy, and seeing the amused look on her face, he decided that he would do it himself.
“Lean forward,” he said, and when she did, he squirted a bit of the lotion onto her shoulders. He made sure that he took his time, and did a thorough job of coating Dawn’s back with the lotion. He even rubbed his hands under the straps of her top, and his finger tips under the waist-band of her bottoms — though he’d been very careful that it was only his finger tips, and that they hadn’t gone very far — so there wouldn’t be any bits of skin that might get burned if her swimsuit shifted a bit.
They spent some time sitting and sunning themselves, talking about stuff. Xander actually seemed interested in hearing how she was doing in school, and she liked listening to Xander talking about building stuff. He was starting to make a dining room table, and matching set of chairs for some furniture dealer that her mom had introduced him to. When they ran out of things to talk about, they went for a swim in the pool.
After the swim, Xander said that they had to get back work putting the kitchen back together. “Those cabinets aren’t going to assemble themselves, and they’ve got to be done by tomorrow.” The light flashed, and Buffy and Faith were suddenly dressed in short-shorts, t-shirts, and work boots.
“Can I help?” asked Dawn, reaching for her own shoes.
“Of course,” said Xander. “All the cupboard doors need to be re-hung on their hinges. You can help me with that, while Buffy and Faith put the lower cabinets back in place.”
They all went into the kitchen. Xander showed Dawn how to hold the template that guided where holes needed to be drilled to hang the cupboard doors, and then he let her screw some of the hinges into place.
While they were hanging the doors, Anya supervised Buffy and Faith in installing the lower cabinets — which mostly meant that she held the level while Buffy and Faith muscled the cabinets into place, added shims where needed, and then screwed everything into place. Buffy and Faith hardly exchanged a word with each other as they worked together. Sometimes one of them would wordlessly hold out her hand, and the other would hand her a tool, and it was clearly just the tool that was needed. They really only talked with Anya, asking her to double-check if things were level, before putting in the final screws that locked everything in place.
They finished up by re-installing the dishwasher. Xander said he was qualified to make the simple plumbing connections it required, but he was leaving reconnecting the stove for a qualified gas fitter. The kitchen sink and the rest of the plumbing had to wait until after the new countertops were installed
They all returned to the poolside deck after they had finished, and the light flashed again to put Buffy and Faith back into their bikinis. Anya declared that she needed more sunscreen, and Buffy and Faith both moved in quickly to apply it to her nearly naked body. Dawn watched, along with Xander, as they rubbed the lotion onto her skin. She saw that he was distracted, and thought that this would be the perfect time. She reached back, behind her back, and unhooked her bikini top.
She took her top off quickly, before any of the others could look back at her, and before she could change her mind.
As she hoped, it was Xander who first noticed what she had done. For a few seconds he just stared at her bare tits, and then he closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. “Dawn…”
“What?” she asked. “Anya’s topless, and those outfits Buffy and Faith are wearing might as well not be there. What does it matter what I’m wearing?”
Buffy was frowning at her, but she could see a look of interest on Faith’s face, and Buffy shot a quick unhappy look at her, too.
“You have very pretty breasts, Dawn,” said Anya. “It’s a pity to cover them up all the time.” Dawn took a deep breath, which made her tits rise and stick out even more, and smiled at her. “Do you want Xander to put sunscreen on them?” Anya added.
Xander and Buffy had both shouted out “No!” before Dawn could could say anything in response to that. They were both looking at Anya now, with unhappy expressions on their faces, though Faith was smirking. Dawn wasn’t sure how she’d have answered, if given the chance. She’d had dreams about Xander touching her breasts.
“She needs sunscreen,” said Anya. “Her tits aren’t tanned at all, and sunburned nipples are very painful.”
“She can put her top back on,” said Buffy.
“I don’t want to,” said Dawn. She looked at Xander, and saw that he had his eyes closed again, but something about his posture told her that it wasn’t to avoid looking at her.
Xander sighed, and there was a flash. Buffy’s and Faith’s tops vanished too. “Why am I fighting it?” he asked. He opened his eyes, and looked at her sister. “Quite frankly, I think I was finding the tops even more distracting than seeing you guys topless.” He looked back at Dawn, and she was pleased to see that he did let his eyes settle on her chest for a moment before looking back up at her eyes. “You’re on your own in the sunscreen department, though…at least for your front. I might let Faith do your back.”
Dawn would have preferred that Xander put the lotion onto her back again, but she’d take Faith as a second choice. She got out her sunscreen tube, and squeezed a generous dollop into her hand. She set the tube aside, rubbed her hands together, and then spread the lotion over her tits. Anya was right, they were almost white, never really having been exposed to the sun before, and she imagined that she was right about how a sunburn would feel. She glanced up and was a little disappointed that Xander had suddenly found something in the view to the west of great interest, although Anya and Faith were still watching her with interest. Buffy was frowning at Faith again.
Faith looked back a Buffy, and grinned. “Hey B, she is developing a nice rack, and there’s no harm in looking.” She looked back a Dawn. “No touching, though. You’re still jailbait.”
“You’ll still do my back?” asked Dawn.
“Sure, once you’re done with your front, lie down, and I’ll do your back.”
Dawn hurried to finish applying the sunscreen to her chest, stomach, and the fronts of her legs, and then Faith showed her how to put the back of the lounge chair down flat, so she could lie on her stomach on it. Anya did the same with her chaise, and ordered Buffy to apply more sunscreen to her back, as Faith squeezed some of Dawn’s lotion across her shoulders, and began to massage it in.
As Faith’s fingers kneaded her skin, Dawn decided that she was very good at this. Some happy sounding sighs from Anya beside her told her that Buffy was pretty good at this too.
“We’ve been training Buffy and Faith in tantric massage techniques,” said Anya, “but since you’re still underage, we’ll skip the best parts of what they’ve learned.”
Dawn moaned. Faith had moved from her back, and was massaging the backs of her thighs. “It gets better than this?”
“Oh, yeah!” said Anya.
There was a splash behind her. Xander had just jumped into the pool.
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