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The following chapter in this series of stories contains adult content, strong sexual content, nudity, adult language and mature subject matter which are definitely unsuitable for all audiences under the age of 18. If teenage sex of any kind is offensive to you, then please leave for your own sakes.
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BUFFY: HOMECOMING @ SUNNYDALE '98-PART 6
by Keith
The fourth annual nude jewelry auction and catwalk show at the outlet mall had been the most memorable in recent history, if only for the trouble that had managed to find its way there, but the reception following harbored no such further incidence. It would be the night in which Scott Hennessey, the 9th grade Social Studies teacher in Buffy's school would come to see things everyone else's way, even when he defended the state senator's daughter along with his childhood friend and lover, Brad Rogers.
However, that would be another story for today and maybe even into tomorrow would be the days following the reception as Buffy and Faith were on their way down to the Galleria @ Fox Hills Valley. On board Faith's trusty motorcycle, Buffy rode in back of her with her arms wrapped around Faith's abdomen as best she could as she held on for dear life as the older sophomore girl knew how to commandeer the oversized vehicle she had managed to receive for her birthday last year once she had talked her father into buying it for her. The day was clear, but cooler than expected as the wind that was kicked up by the speed of the motorbike managed to also keep her long blonde hair flowing in back of her head like the course of the wind that sailed down against them. Both were quiet, but jubilant as they had survived the jewelry auction and reception without much further incident as the motorcycle they rode upon sped its joyfully jolly little way down the lone highway, passing a car or two as they made their way towards their destination.
"Say Buff!"
"Yeah, Faith?"
"I was thinkin' of stoppin' by Parkfield City High..."
"Why the hell for? We're supposed to be playing them next Friday afternoon at the HC game during the carnival!"
"I know, I know, but today's the beginning of their homecoming and they're having their own little nude carwash fundraiser right now, so it wouldn't hurt too bad if we stopped by and say hello to the competition to see how they're fairing, right?"
Buffy thought for a moment amidst the static and din of the roaring motor and the blowing wind that made it hard for any of them to exchange words with each other, until she came up with her own response.
"If you say so, Faith, then let's make a stop, but I promised my mother we'd take Dawn to the club later this evening so we gotta hurry....."
Not another word was exchanged between them as they sped off down the road towards their destination......
Parkfield City High had roughly the same student body size of 200 plus like Sunnydale had when Buffy and Faith pulled up towards the front parking lot of the campus where eleven students were busily washing cars in the buff! No pun intended!
There were five girls and five boys equally watched over by a certain Mrs. Oatmoore and a senior girl named Erique Allynne Bradshaw who came to help supervise the proceedings. The kids were nude, but they were being a lot more innocent about it: they had splashed water all over each other playfully, but they stuck to their duties washing any car that was willing to donate to the school. Unlike the carwash at Sunnydale, there would be no sexual shenanigans because like Ms. Fujikawa had said to her Buffy's mother Joyce, each school in the NIS-Program abided by its own rules each had set up and aside and at this campus, there was plenty of nudity to spar, but that would be all!
Seeing the strangers approach the front parking lot of their campus, Erique Allynne Bradshaw, who was naked like the younger charges skipped and jostled herself to them with a smile in her face in a gesture of friendship and cordial welcome.
"Hi, you ladies must be new on campus. From whereabouts do you hail?"
"Sunnydale. We're on our way to the Galleria in Fox Hills Valley, but my girlfriend and I decided to stop by here first to see what the competition was up to, and besides that, you have the most amazing breasts, such cute melons for our viewing pleasure", said Buffy to the tall blonde and shag cut senior girl with the sizeable breasts and shapely waist that complimented her naked form to a tee!
"Why thank you very, very much for the compliment, Miss...."
"Buffy Summers and this is my girlfriend Faith Mondriani. How much do you want in donations?"
"A fair amount if you can afford it."
"Great..." said Faith in return as they commandeered the motorcycle they rode upon down the front driveway so that it could be special attention to by the Parkfield Students.
Buffy and Faith seemed to also notice that there were some kids who were a year older, like Faith's age, so Buffy inquired briefly about it and was given this response.
"All freshmen and sophomores are required to participate in the program here in Parkfield City High. The tour of academic duty lasts for two years of their schooling here, but it's also here that they can never be allowed to have sex of any kind."
"Not even oral sex?"
"No sexual activity period!"
"But where we come from, there is such a thing as the reasonable request and relief clause which does allow masturbation on campus by our fellow classmates at Sunnydale, Miss...."
"You can call me Erique, but still, Principal Sneddon will not allow sex of any kind here on campus at anytime whatsoever. That's our rule, period. I'm sorry that sounds harsh, but it's for the best and the good of everyone here. Any further questions before I must return to my underclass charges?"
"You've ever been to the Galleria? What's it like?"
"It's wonderful! It's a huge complex with 3 floors of shops and boutiques and four main department stores at all ends pointing north, south, east, and west, but you should check out the jeans store inside the mall towards the west end of the place."
"What's so special about it?"
"Well....the staff and sales clerks are required by store policy to go topless so as to sell the jeans and nothing else...."
"You're shittin' me, right?!"
"I kid you not, Miss Summers. The girls who work there at the jeans boutique have some of the most beautiful breasts this side of Parkfield City, in fact, I try to pop in there everynow and then just to take a gander at their....assets...."
"Doesn't that get you into trouble with the managers?"
"No, but only as long as they don't go outside the store when they're on their breaks or make their runs to the food courts, in which, they must put their shirts on to do that."
"Interesting", both Buffy and Faith concurred with each other as they allowed Erique to return to their charges to finish up washing their bike so they could be on their merry way to the Fox Hills Valley.
Once their bike had been cleaned and dried off, they were both off as the Parkfield students waved their farewells to them as they sped off down the road towards their ultimate destination.
Meanwhile, Willow and Tara were busily involved with their own matters for it was at Tara's Aunts' boutique that the sophomore girl reintroduced the redhead freshman to her elders once more.
It was inside their little shop of exotic goods, potions, medicines, and candles that the Halliwells were witches, bonafide witches in the flesh, but no one else knew that they were witches except for Tara....and Willow in which case she was about to find out....
"So you mean to tell me you ladies are real witches?", Willow asked one of the Halliwell sisters, still amazed to learn of such things in the latter half of this century.
"You are correct in your assumptions, Miss Rosenberg, is it?", Prudence, the eldest of the Halliwells asked of Willow as the freshman looked in awe upon the spellbindingly haunting brunette mane of hair that framed her heart shaped face with her pale blue eyes that gave off an otherworldly appearance to her.
"My last name is Rosenberg, but my friends call me Willow as do my folks."
"Won't your parents have a problem with you associating yourself with the likes of us?", asked Piper, the first middle Halliwell sibling who was a little apprehensive about what their niece had brought into their shop this morning still.
"I must confess something to you: I am Jewish by faith and heritage,but my parents have barely been practicing it since I was born for you see my father's a college professor and my mom's a psychiatrist. The perceived problems they'll eventually have with this is that they don't believe in magic. They're rational progressive people, but I happen to be shy when it comes to people,but they want me to expand my horizons to see what the real world is like, and to tell them that I've just met witches for friends will probably make them think I was out of my mind....or worse......I promise to keep your secrets if you let me learn your ways and allow me to instruct your niece in the basic tenets of my faith as well..."
It was barely a moment until.....
"Would you please excuse the two of us?", asked Piper to Tara and her friend as she and Prudence talked amongst themselves privately while Phoebe and Paige gave them a little tour of their boutique.
"We have an assortment of ingredients and paraphernalia pertaining to the Craft. We've got potions. Ingredients for potions like royal jelly, frogs legs, pigs' blood...."
"Pigs' blood?", asked Willow all nervously to Paige in which Phoebe came to the redhead and provided her own little explanation to her.
"You must've seen the movie Carrie, didn't you?", asked Phoebe to Willow.
"I've heard....."
"Well, there is nothing to dread here, the pigs' blood like all other ingredients here in our shop is safe and legal, and we also have an array of candles and cauldrons for any late night conjurations you may be thinking of embarking upon, but still, better to be safe than sorry."
"Please remind me just in case I still don't know", requested Willow to one of the two younger aunts as they were showing her the collection of cauldrons that were placed in a neat little row of about four: two on top with two on the bottom.
"Magic is a serious business and you should always know what you are doing all the time. It's not to be taken lightly like my aunts keep telling me every time we work the Craft together. If you're not careful, it can be a very dangerous if it's fallen into the wrong hands for the price for meddling with unseen and hidden powers is very high."
"How high, Tara?"
"Very, very high indeed...."
"So 'tis best to be extremely careful with what you are doing when you do decide to study the Craft full time."
"So in other words, a great deal of respect for the unseen powers you are toying with is demanded at all times and at all costs, regardless", finished Paige succinctly to Willow just in time for the elder aunts returned to them with a verdict of their own for the redhead girl to hear.
"Willow Rosenberg. My sister Piper and I have talked it over with each other for a few minutes regarding you being our niece's friend and would be apprentice, and let me impart to you this word of wisdom....."
Willow was already nervous enough as it is when Pru and Piper Halliwell conversed privately amongst themselves leaving the younger siblings in charge of the children.
"We'll let you be our niece's friend and be her apprentice in the Craft, but you must promise us never to ever tell anyone of our existence and to also impart your knowledge of the faith you were born into to Tara. We mean it, Willow Rosenberg. You can study our Craft with our niece, but it's only fair that you instruct her in your culture as well while keeping our existence a secret for our own safety and protection," implored Piper to Willow who was puzzled as to why any of Tara's aunts would still be mindful and afraid of being proud of who they were as Wiccans.
"It's the late 20th Century, and you should never have to hide in the proverbial custodial supply closet in this day and age."
"Please, Willow, you must try to understand. There are still people who are afraid of us and will do anything in their power to see to it that we are destroyed, wiped off the face of the Earth because they fear something that they just cannot understand, and besides, isn't in your Bible that "thou must never suffer a witch to live?"
"Wait, it's been misinterpreted quite a few times. What's meant by that phrase-ology is that a poisoner must never be suffered to live. I've read in a website concerning the so-called Christian Right. That's where I found that little passage."
"But still Miss Rosenberg, you must heed our request for anonymity and secrecy for not only our own sakes, but for your own sakes as well. Do you promise to keep us a secret, Willow, yes or no?"
Willow was silent when she was asked that for she knew that they were serious and meant every word of it. She looked to Tara as she thought long and hard, agonizing a little before coming to her final decision in which turn she faced the Halliwells to give them her reply.
"Alright, Madame Halliwell. I promise to keep your existence a secret and to also honor your requests for anonymity."
And with that promised made, Willow held out her hands to the older women and Tara as they took each other's hands into their own and clasped them down tightly and waved them up and down three times, saying the phrase...
"So blessed and mote it be!"
The Fox Hills Valley Galleria was situated deep in a valley surrounded by gold-colored hills dotted with live oaks. In fact,like the namesake itself, the entire city was situated deeply and snuggly into a valley so vast and wide that it would take a day or so just to get from one place to another. The October sun shined down warmly and brightly upon the off-whitish three-story spacious complex that ran more than 50-100 miles in any and all directions as a multitude of cars of every shape and color was parked all around it. It was barely high noon when Buffy and Faith reached it and heading over to the motorcycle lot to park their bike, they made good time when they walked to the north entrance nearest to the Robinson's-May Company department store. They were holding hands and walking briskly, smiling at each other as they headed towards the entrance when suddenly, something caught Faith's eye that immediately changed her mood right away.
It was Angel, Spike, and Drusilla-her old friends from her delinquent days before she straightened herself out in the Program, and they were at the mall with them, whether they knew of each other's presence or not. Buffy noticed Faith's change in demeanor too and looked to where she was looking and immediately saw Angel and the two other little hoodlums from her older girlfriend's past.
"I sincerely hope we won't run into them while we're here, right Faith?"
Faith said not a word as she quietly looked at the trio of thugs from her wild days as they gallivanted noisily about upon nearing the sliding doors of the north entrance.
"Faith, Faith, Faith....Earth to Faith....."
She suddenly snapped herself out of her trance and looked to Buffy with a quieter and more somber look in her eye and demeanor as she took her in her arms to exchange glances towards each other.
"Look, Buff, just stick with me and everything'll be all right, so just do as I say, got it?"
"Okay, I'm with you....", said Buffy as they both walked away from them and decided to enter via the Robinson's-May Company that was to their right.
Once inside, they managed to avoid confronting Angel and his gang long enough to go to the said jeans store and true to what Erique had been saying, the sales girls and even the cashier were topless!
They all welcomed the girls in with open hearts and cheery waves as they approached them to see if they'd like to make a purchase.
"Hi, I'm looking for some just broken in just washed jeans in the 5-pocket straight legged classic waist styled like in the 501 ads, miss", Buffy inquired to one topless sales girl whose boobs were bouncing slightly as part of her bubbly personality. Her blonde hair was tied up in a bun and she had on solid gold serpentine bracelet up her left arm as she smiled cheerily helping the blonde freshman girl to the new jeans display table leaving Faith to mingle and look around the place, until she was approached by the manager who had her black hair cropped super short upon her head as if sheared like a sheep.
"You seem lost and distracted by all these bare boobs, I see", said the manager who was topless like her employees but her breasts were just tiny little baseballs compared to the girls's more cosmetically enhanced-looking ones they displayed proudly before the customers who walked in to the shop.
"I'm the manager and I own the place so it's alright to take off your shirt while your girlfriend's trying on a pair of our latest jeans. She'll take a while, if you catch my drift."
Her words seemed to ring inside her mind as she thought it over until without much further thought, she did just that. She removed her t-shirt to reveal her own pair of bountiful cones for the manager and the staff to see, but unfortunately, just in time for an unwanted passerby to witness the spectacle.
It was Spike in his buzz-cutted orange dyed haired worst as he gazed jokingly, but in a mean-spirited fashion that made the manager give him a dirty look.
"Well, well, well, wouldtcha look at what the cat dragged in from the alley last night?!!!"
He catcalled and hollered loudly, making all sorts of obscene gestures and grimaces, all with his tongue, which made the manager even madder still.
"Get outta here you worthless bum or I'm calling security! Now scram!!!"
"Angel's gonna hear about this!", Spike yelled as he hightailed it away from the store window, which made Faith regret ever having brought Buffy here. It was not too long until Buffy made her purchase at the cashier of two pairs of rinsed indigo jeans and rejoined Faith who had her shirt back over her breasts just so as to walk out into the mall.
"Buffy, you ready?"
"Yeah, sure. You hungry?"
"Why don't we get the hell outta here first and foremost", said Faith as she grabbed Buffy by the arm and dragged her quickly towards the north entrance/exit.
However, this would not be the end of things for she told of Spike spotting her here inside the store which made her even more nervous than ever before because he ran off to tell Angel of her presence here, so they both hurriedly made their way towards the exit as fast as they could with Buffy clutching her bag of newly purchased pairs of jeans in her left hand.They were nearing the exit when suddenly they heard an altercation taking place that sounded like Angel and....Cordelia!......
They rushed over to where the altercation was coming from for it was at the food court where Angel, Spike, and Drusilla had begun to harass Cordy and Xander who were also there at the Galleria on account of picking up her mother's birthday gift.
"I don't love you anymore, Liam! Xander's my boyfriend now!"
"She's right, ass-hole, so back off!"
"Don't you ever push me, you little shrimp!"
Angel and Xander were in a shoving match with the younger kid being shoved down to the floor when Faith and Buffy had arrived.
"Angel, leave'em alone,right now! They're my girlfriend's friends so back off!" yelled Faith as she stormed towards Angel and his thugs,ready for a confrontation.
"So if it 'aint the little turncoat who walked out on us. What's a matter, sweet-cheeks? Returned for some good sweet lovin', huh?!"
"I'm no longer a part of your little pack anymore, Liam, so do us a favor and leave'em be or else...."
"Or else what?", chirped in Drusilla ready to fight Faith along side her leader.
Faith got right into Angel's face and began to stare each other down-up close and personal, neither budging nor going forward for that matter.
"Or else.....I'll see to it that you end wind up in the hospital with your friends, with a whole mess of broken bones, so whaddya say? You and me go at it somewhere else at some other time?"
"Bitch...yer lookin' for a bruisin' and yer definitely gonna get it....in the time and place of my choosin', got it?"
"Got it, and you can count it, too...."
Angel backed away and stormed off with Spike and Dru following him indignantly, but Angel angrily shut them up quicker than you could call for silence in a classroom.
After they had left, Faith turned to Xander and Cordy.
"You two okay?"
"Normally, I don't do this sort of thing, but, thanks...thanks for saving us both Faith. I appreciate it greatly and graciously", said Cordelia to Faith as she turned to Xander.
"Xander, let's get outta here..."
And for once, the four concurred with each other and left the Galleria just the security guards were just approaching them.
It was at a Del Taco/Naugle's that Buffy talked with Cordelia about Angel.
"Why did you not tell me that Angel was your ex-boyfriend?"
"I didn't want to alarm any of you and besides it's been over a long time now as Faith will attest to you. Our relationship was just plain sour from the get-go before you came onto campus. Did he look at you at all in anyway, whatsoever?"
"No. I just stayed out of the way and let Faith have it out with him. She told me that she was a part of his gang, but no longer tied to him or his pals, if whatever few he has still left."
"Oh believe me, sweetheart, he's got lots a friends, and definitely from outside of campus as well as some inside at school, too. He's a transfer from another school like you, only he was released from juvie hall provided he go back to school and make something of himself like Faith is doing right now. She did tell you she got into some trouble while she was in his gang, did she?"
"Believe me, Cordelia. She confessed everything to me, I mean, how bad of a nerkwad is he?"
"He's real bad! In fact, he's the biggest douchbag in the entire universe, but let's not talk anymore because I wanna eat so I get my Mom's birthday gift home so we can all go to the club tonight."
They all ate their lunches together and said not another word about the incident after that.
Later that evening, at the Velvet Dragon, everyone from school was there, including an invited guest: Erique Allynne Bradshaw.
The entire main meeting hall had been temporarily converted into a dance floor with an old fashioned vintage jukebox playing classic rock which had everyone dancing on their feet on the mini dance floor. Willow and Tara were in each other's arms and took not their eyes off of each other, even as the Bad Company song "Ready For Love" began to play, which made them both slow dance to its seductive beat.
In each other's arms, they stared longingly and lovingly into each other's eyes as they each exchanged words to pleasure each other by.
"I love you Willow Rosenberg."
"I love you, too, Tara Prentice-Halliwell."
They kissed each other deeply and lovingly on the lips as they slow-jammed to the rest of "Ready for Love, while at the other end.......
Xander, Cordy, and Kennedy were at their table when the older girl looked deeply into her younger boyfriend's eyes.
"Xandykins, would you mind it very much if you could leave me and Kennedy alone for just a few minutes?"
"Sure, I'll be at the fountain with the others", said Xander as he excused himself from Kennedy's presence to walk towards the fountain. With him gone, she turned to face her younger version of herself as the 14-year old girl looked straight at her into her eyes.
"Kennedy, would you please be a dear and get down on your knees underneath the table and.....do me?"
With those words coming from her mistress's mouth, Kennedy, the sneaky little rodent smiled devilishly at her, replying, "anything for you, my dear mistress..."
And with that, she crawled under the table, got between Cordy's legs, pulled up her tank dress and proceeded to fellate her, which sent her into the highest state of ecstacy imagineable on Earth.
Meanwhile out on the dance floor, Buffy and Faith were having the time of their life with Erique from Parkfield City High as they proceeded to cut some more moves on the dance floor.
"Whaddya think? You like?"
"Ooh, I like it, I like it! Does this club have some backrooms for....you know...."
"Of course, but after this set of songs", said Faith as they danced away still while back at the table.....
Xander returned just in time to see Cordelia orgasming into Kennedy's mouth and once finished, she raised herself from beneath the table and got to within Cordy's face and turned to face Xander.
"Liked what you just seen, hey, Xander boy?"
The fellow programee licked her lips to Cordelia's approval, prompting the junior to say something more.
"Let's all retire to the backrooms for some more loving, shall we?"
With that said, all three of them left for the backrooms, prompting Faith, Buffy, and Erique to do the same, leaving only Willow and Tara to kiss some more on the dance floor.
As they kissed, they stopped for a moment to look into each other's eyes, exchanging some final words for the evening.
"So, do you still want me to be your apprentice and for me to impart to you the ways and meaning of my faith, Tara?"
"You bet I do, but do you still want to undergo it despite the risks?"
"Yes, Tara, I do because I've fallen so much in love with you and I want to be with you, if you will have me as your ladywoman at school."
"Oh, yes, Willow, I do want you to be with me for as long as I am able to teach you the Craft...."
They said not a word as they kissed each passionately out on the dance floor as the rest of the evening wore on inside the Velvet Dragon Youth Club.
TO BE CONTINUED
If you have any questions, comments, complaints, or suggestions, please send them to stonefeet@hotmail.com and I will see if I can get back to you shortly before I resume the saga to finish it off before the holidays. The next chapters will deal with Homecoming and Halloween themselves so stay tuned to find out.