The Phantom Of Sunydale High

Buffy Summers was wrestling with a demon.

That in itself was not terribly unusual. She was a Slayer, the Chosen One, the latest in a long line of warriors born into the world to battle evil. Fighting demons was something she had been trained to do.

But nothing in her training could have prepared her for the challenge she now faced. This demon was unlike any other she had ever encountered. It knew her strengths and her weaknesses, waiting until she was at her most vulnerable before emerging from the shadows to torment her.

There was no magic spell that she could recite that would send the demon into the furthest regions of the Netherworld. There was no musty old book that Giles could dig up from the library archives that could help her better understand this demon. The demon could not be vanquished by a stake through the heart. There was no silver bullet that could bring this monster to its knees.

The demon had arrived in the of guise harmless infatuation, a whimsical curiosity that trickled into her mind through a daydream. Now it controlled her, demanding more and more of her attention. For the first time since discovering her birthright, Buffy felt defenseless, frightened. No matter how hard she tried, she just couldn’t stop fantasizing about Cordelia Chase.

Not that anyone could blame her. Cordelia was the most popular girl in school. She had the right clothes, the right friends, the right attitude. All the boys wanted her. All the girls wanted to be her.

Buffy knew she wasn’t the first person in school to imagine Cordelia’s naked body pressed against their own, male or female. Yet somehow -perhaps by instinct- Buffy knew it was different with her. She couldn’t stop thinking about Cordelia. She spent every waking moment wondering what it would be like to kiss her lips, touch her breasts, run her fingers through that gorgeous auburn hair.

But that wasn’t likely to happen. She couldn’t just go up to Cordelia and ask her to a movie. Even if she could rest assured that Cordelia was interested, Buffy just had too many responsibilities. She was a Slayer, the Chosen One. She had no life of her own.

“Buffy, are you listening?”

Buffy looked up. Giles, the librarian, her friend and mentor, was staring at her over the rims of his glasses. It was a look Buffy had come to know well since moving to Sunnydale. It usually meant she had done something wrong. “What? Oh, man. I guess I zoned out. What were we talking about?”

“Young lady, this is serious, ” Giles said reproachfully. “In the past week more than a dozen students have reported hearing strange noises in the corridor. One student claimed to have heard a voice calling to him in wood shop.”

“Maybe we have termites, ” Buffy suggested.

Giles gave her the look again. “There may be a perfectly rational explanation for these…. disturbances, but we cannot rule out the presence of supernatural activity. From what some of the students have described, we may be dealing with a phantom, or a poltergeist. I’ll need to do some more research before I can be sure.”

Buffy started from her chair. “Okay, you research. If you find anything, let me know.

“Where are you going?” Giles asked.

Buffy sighed. “Looks like I’ve got phantom patrol.” She headed into the corridor, her well trained eyes and ears already on the alert for anything suspicious. It was almost three o’clock, and by now the students and most of the faculty had cleared out of the building. She started on the top floor and made her way down, checking every door to every class room, listening… watching… waiting.

By the time Buffy reached the second floor she was thinking about Cordelia again and how much she would love to hold her in her arms and kiss those pouty lips. When she reached the first floor, her thoughts of Cordelia involved sun tan oil and the discarding of clothes.

I’m a lost cause, Buffy thought.

She stopped suddenly, straining to listen but hearing only the ragged sound of her own breathing caused by too many naughty thoughts about the most popular girl in school. For a moment Buffy was sure she’d heard something, a faint sound echoing through the air vents. But now there was nothing, just the whirr of the air conditioner as it kicked in to battle yet another California heat wave.

Shrugging it aside, Buffy continued down the corridor… and then she heard the sound again. There was no mistaking it this time… a strange, eerie sound that sent a shiver down her back. She took another step… then another… and then the sound came again, a bit more defined this time. She found herself listening to a lilting, angelic voice. It was really quiet enchanting. Yet something about it was hauntingly familiar. But what? Buffy listened again, and her heart skipped a beat as the realization came to her. She knew that voice. She had imagined that voice calling her name.

Buffy hurried down the corridor, the voice getting louder and louder as she approached the gymnasium. Why hadn’t she figured it out sooner! The answer had been staring her in the face all the time, but it was only now that the pieces fell into place.

Breaking into a run, Buffy burst into the girls locker room knowing exactly who she would find there. She crept along the rows of lockers, her training taking over as she approached the showers with all the stealth of a cat chasing a mouse. Buffy was aware of the sound of running water, and the oppressive heat steaming from the showers. But this information was processed on a subconscious level, filed away for future reference. For now, Buffy’s attention was focused on one thing and one thing only.

Cordelia was in the shower, her skin glistening as rivulets of water cascaded down her nude body. She was swaying back and forth, running her hands through her wet hair. And she was singing.

Buffy knew she should turn away or announce herself, but she just couldn’t take her eyes off the heavenly vision now before her. Nothing she had ever imagined could compare to actually seeing Cordelia in the buff. She was perfect. Not a single flaw marred her smooth skin. Her breasts were firm and well developed, her buttocks well rounded and so very inviting. Something told Buffy she had been noticed, but she was too awestruck for this to sink in.

“Peep much?”

Buffy gasped. “Cordelia! I’m… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to… ” She cut herself off, knowing she’d been caught spying and unable to think of a gracious way out.

“God, ” Cordelia said. “You have such a major creep factor. Were you just gonna stand there and watch? Perv!”

“No, I… ” Buffy sighed. Then she remembered what had brought her down here in the first place. “Cordelia, what are you still doing in school?”

“Duh, ” Cordelia said. “Gym class just ended. You think I’m going to get dressed feeling all sweaty and stuff? Gross!”

Buffy shook her head. “Do you know that you’ve been scaring the shit out of people with that singing?”

Cordelia made a face. “It isn’t that bad. Besides, it’s not like anybody can even hear me.”

Buffy pointed to the grate just above Cordelia’s head. “Hello… air vent. Sound travels, you know.”

“Like I almost care, ” Cordelia said. “You wanna get me towel? You might as well make yourself useful.”

Buffy folded her arms in front of her. “Cordelia, why do you have to be such a bitch?”

“Because I’m good at it, ” Cordelia replied. “Even a creepazoid like you must be good at something.”

“I’ll show you what I’m good at, ” Buffy snapped. She marched over and grabbed Cordelia by the wrist. Cordelia immediately began to protest, but before a solitary word could pass her trembling lips Buffy pulled Cordelia into her arms and kissed her. Cordelia resisted at first, her body tensing in panic as another woman’s lips touched hers for the first time. But Buffy was persistent, her passion infectious, and before long Cordelia was responding to the kiss, opening her mouth wide to accept Buffy’s tongue so she could tease it with her own.

They stayed that way a long time, exploring each other’s mouths with their tongues. Buffy was beside herself. Hot water pounded against her face, soaking her hair, her clothes. But she didn’t care. She’d spent too many nights wishing she had Cordelia in her arms, and now she did… and it was better than anything Buffy had ever dreamed. That made it all the more difficult to pull away.

“Cordelia, ” Buffy whispered. “I’ve wanted to kiss you like that for a long time.”

“Is that all you want to do?” Cordelia asked. “Kiss me?”

“No, ” Buffy said. “I want more… alot more.”

Cordelia smiled, running her hand down Buffy’s front. “Your clothes are soaked. Maybe you should get out of them and take a shower.”

“What a good idea, ” Buffy grinned. She quickly stripped off her soppy wet clothes, tossing them aside with reckless abandon. She allowed Cordelia a moment to admire her well toned frame, and from the look on the other girl’s face it was obvious she approved of what she saw.

Buffy applied a generous amount of liquid soap to her hands and began lathering Cordelia’s body, massaging her neck, her shoulders, moving slowly down her back to caress her well rounded bottom.

“Mmmm, ” Cordelia purred.

“Oh, you like that?” Buffy asked.

“Mm-hmm, ” Cordelia moaned.

“Then you’ll love this, ” Buffy said. She slid her hands up Cordelia’s flat abdomen to find her breasts. They felt as perfect as they looked. Buffy massaged them gently, kneading the supple flesh between her fingers.

“Oh yeah… ” Cordelia sighed.

Buffy bent down and took one of Cordelia’s breasts into her mouth, relishing the taste of soap and water and sweat and flesh. The sensation was new and exciting, flowing over her like the water that gushed from the shower head. She had, on occasion, attempted to suckle her own breast, and while there had been a certain amount of pleasure involved, usually all she’d ended up with was a sore neck. Still, her efforts had given her a sense of what felt good and what didn’t, and Buffy was more than ready to show Cordelia what little she had learned.

Buffy brushed her lips against the tip of Cordelia’s now very erect nipple, jousting it with her tongue while her hands continued to fondle the generous mounds. Hunger dictating her every move, Buffy latched onto Cordelia’s breast like a newborn, sucking and slurping for all she was worth.

“Ohhh…. Buffy, ” Cordelia moaned.

Hearing Cordelia say her name had Buffy screaming inwardly with delight. It took every ounce of restraint not to jam her face into the other woman’s pussy right then. But she had waited too long for this moment just to rush through it like a guy would. There was so much she wanted to show Cordelia, and while she hoped there would be plenty of other opportunities, Buffy wasn’t about to waste the one she had been given.

Turning slightly, Buffy straddled Cordelia’s leg, grinding her pussy into the other girl’s thigh while her hands continued to acquaint themselves with Cordelia’s nubile body. As one hand continued to play with her lover’s breast, she slid the other hand tentatively between Cordelia’s ass cheeks. Sensing no apprehension on her lover’s part, Buffy slipped a soaped up finger into Cordelia’s asshole.

Cordelia gasped. “Ooh… baby, yeah. I really like it when you do that. More… more…”

Not requiring any more encouragement than that, Buffy continued to finger fuck Cordelia’s ass… sliding her finger in and out of the tight opening, a task made easier by generous amounts of liquid soap. She kept it up for several minutes, driving her fingers deeper and deeper even as she was grinding her crotch into Cordelia’s thigh.

Buffy could feel her own juices flowing like a river, so she knew Cordelia’s pussy had to be dripping with honey. Buffy got down on her knees, her face only inches from the inviting patch of hair between Cordelia’s legs. Never would she have imagined that the sight of another woman’s sex could stir such intense emotions within her. But the sight of Cordelia’s pussy right in front of her made her flesh tingle with anticipation.

Cordelia hooked one leg over Buffy’s shoulder and Buffy went to work immediately, her agile tongue eagerly exploring the dark recesses of Cordelia’s womanhood.

Having never tasted a woman before, Buffy wasn’t sure what to expect… but she was hardly disappointed. Cordelia had a sharp, musky taste and Buffy couldn’t get enough of it. She drove her tongue between the swollen red lips of Cordelia’s pussy, hungrily lapping up the juices that her efforts were producing.

“Oh God!” Cordelia gasped. She tossed her head back, running her hands across the surface of Buffy’s slicked back hair.

Buffy continued to attack the other woman’s pussy with a vengeance, ravishing Cordelia’s enlarged clit with the tip of her tongue. She toyed with it, sucking it into her mouth, rolling it around her tongue like it was a piece of candy.

“Buffy… ” Cordelia whimpered. “Ooh… Buffy… That feels so good!!!!”

Buffy doubled her efforts, letting loose with everything she had. She licked and sucked, jabbed and poked, driving her tongue into the heart of Cordelia’s sexuality like she was driving a stake into the heart of a vampire. She shoved her face as far as she could into the other girls crotch until she was up to her chin in Cordelia’s musky sweetness.

“Oh, God!!! ” Cordelia cried. “I think I’m going to cum! Buffy…”

Buffy continued with the furious tongue fucking while casually slipping her finger into Cordelia’s asshole just for good measure. She licked and poked, building up a rhythm that was sure to send her new lover into a frenzy.

“Buffy!!!” Cordelia squealed. Having both her openings worked on in such an ardent manner caused a sensory overload in her brain. She needed release before she passed out and her body responded to the request by erupting like a geyser between her legs.

“Oh, God…. yes!” Cordelia gasped. “Yes! That’s it, baby. Yes!!!!!!!!!”

Buffy grabbed onto the other girl’s ass and held on for dear life as Cordelia let loose one tidal wave of an orgasm. Buffy licked it up eagerly, determined not to let a single drop escape her hungry mouth.

After a few moments, Cordelia finally stopped shaking long enough to catch her breath. “Buffy… that was incredible. But now it’s your turn. You do want me to eat you out, don’t you?” The wicked smile that surfaced on Cordelia’s lips sent a shiver down Buffy’s spine.

“Get your beautiful ass down here, ” Buffy giggled. She extended a helping hand and pulled Cordelia down to the floor. They shared an intimate kiss, this time without any of the reservations that had surfaced when they’d kissed for the very first time. There was a familiarity between them now, as if they had been lovers forever and not just a few glorious minutes. The kiss deepened, hands furiously groped anything they could. The passion surged through them like a jolt of electricity.

Buffy gently reclined on the floor of the girls shower, spreading her legs wide to give Cordelia plenty of room to work. Cordelia didn’t waste a second on preliminaries. She quickly slid a finger up Buffy’s pussy and wriggled it, delighted though not terribly surprised by how wet her lover was and how quickly she responded to the touch of another woman.

“Mmm… ” Buffy mewed. “So fucking good… ”

Cordelia continued to finger Buffy’s cunt, working in a second finger then a third. Buffy squirmed with delight and Cordelia responded to her desire, relentlessly driving her fingers deeper and deeper into the cavernous hole that was Buffy’s sex.

“That’s it, ” Buffy hissed. “Ooh…. that’s the best.”

Cordelia couldn’t resist any longer. She needed a taste of what her nimble digits had found so inviting. Cordelia quickly replaced her fingers with her tongue, taking up right where she had left off. She flicked her tongue wildly inside Buffy’s pussy, absorbed not only by her taste but by an overwhelming need to please her new lover.

“Yes!” Buffy screamed. “Yes! Yes! Yes!!!! Oh, God, Cordelia… don’t ever stop!!”

The words were wasted. Wild horses couldn’t have dragged Cordelia away from Buffy’s clenching pussy. She drove her tongue deeper and deeper into her reservoir of sweetness, bringing her fingers back into the mix as she twiddled Buffy’s clit.

“Cordelia!” Buffy squawked. By now her body was shaking and she couldn’t keep her ass flat on the floor. The orgasm rumbled inside her, deep in the pit of her stomach. She growled and hissed, biting her lip as her body was rocked by the most incredible feeling she had ever known.

“Oh, God!” Buffy screamed. “Oh God! Yes! Cordelia, yes! Oh my God!!!!” She felt alive for the first time. Her flesh crawled. Her mind reeled. The pressure continued to mount, building up to an intolerable level… and just when Buffy thought she couldn’t take anymore, a surge of white hot energy burst forth from her pussy with such intensity that for a minute she thought she would black out.

Buffy collapsed in exhaustion. Her body trembled long after the orgasm had subsided, and having been drained of every last ounce of energy that she kept in reserve, she didn’t dare try and get to her feet just yet. She was vaguely aware of lips kissing hers and a head resting on her chest. All she knew for certain was how wonderful she felt… and why.

Buffy and Cordelia held each other for a few minutes, never wanting to let go but knowing they couldn’t stay there much longer. They quickly showered again, taking great pleasure in toweling each other dry afterwards.

Her clothes still soaked, Buffy got a pair of shorts and a t-shirt out of her gym locker and quickly slipped them on. “So… you wanna meet at The Bronze later?” Buffy asked.

Cordelia smiled as she fastened her skirt. “Buffy, did you, like, just ask me out on a date?”

“Well…. yeah, ” Buffy said. She couldn’t mask the hurt look on her face. “I figured after sticking your hand up my pussy you might be more receptive to maybe having dinner with me or going dancing or something. I guess I was wrong.”

Cordelia shot her a disapproving look. “You don’t have to be crude. I was just teasing. God! Get a humor detector why don’t you. I’d love to meet up with you later.”

Buffy smiled. “Really?”

“Yes, really, ” Cordelia said. “You silly girl.” She pulled Buffy close and kissed her, finding her taste irresistible… her desire insatiable. “You have such a major creep factor… and I love it.”

They both laughed, deliberately bumping into each other as they headed out of the locker room. As they left the gym, Buffy and Cordelia discovered they weren’t the only ones left in the building.

“Mr. Giles!” Buffy exclaimed.

“Is everything all right, girls?” Giles asked politely.

“Fine, ” Buffy said. She turned to Cordelia. “I’ll… I’ll catch up with you later, ‘kay?”

Cordelia smiled hungrily. “See you then.”

Buffy smiled as she watched Cordelia walk away, a smile that quickly faded as she turned to find Giles giving her that look again. “Uh, I found our phantom, ” Buffy said. “Turns out Cordelia likes to sing in the shower, and her voice.. uh, echoes through the ventilation shaft.”

“Yes, I know, ” Giles said. “And so does yours.”

Buffy felt the color drain from her face. She’d been so wrapped up in her lust for Cordelia that she failed to consider the consequences of going at it right there in the shower. If Cordelia’s voice echoed through the air shafts for everyone to hear, then it only stood to reason that both their voices would also.

“Oh God, ” Buffy said.

“Yes, ” Giles nodded. “I do believe I heard that one already.”

“Giles!” Buffy howled. “You’re not helping.”

Giles smiled. “Buffy… you are the Slayer, I am a Watcher. I am at your disposal, always. It is not my place to question you or your methods. But I am also a teacher… and your friend. Just tell me that you know what you’re getting into.”

Buffy glanced down the corridor and caught a glimpse of Cordelia as she turned the corner. “Yeah, ” Buffy smiled. “I know what I’m getting into.”

“Well then, ” Giles said. “End of discussion.” He gestured for Buffy to lead the way, and as they started down the corridor a strange, haunting voice reverberated through the entire school.

“What was that?” Buffy asked.

Giles sighed. “That would be the real phantom, the one that doesn’t sing in the shower. I’ll tell you all about when we get back to the library.”

“The real phantom?” Buffy asked glumly. “But I thought… ” She cut herself off. There was no point in arguing. He would explain and she would have to listen this time, because this time a real demon had been unleashed.

Buffy sighed tiredly. It was always something when you were a vampire slayer living in Sunnydale, the mouth of hell.