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I'm not one to write salacious prose, not recently at any event. But I simply feel that I must record the very surprising happenings of this evening if only to convince myself that they happened. And yet, if I do that, I run the risk of somebody finding my words and using them against me. Words have power, as I am always at pains to inform the children. Xander in particular is heedless of the damage a recklessly whispered phrase can do. The other day, he was speaking Latin in front of the books! Foolhardy youth; I know at my own cost how that can turn out. I'm sure he'll do it again, the boy has no sense of propriety and is apparently ignorant of his own safety. 

But this isn't what I was going to set down. My evening had nothing to do with Buffy or Willow, or Xander, although in a way I feel indebted to them for gifting me with what will surely be one of my most precious memories. And if Buffy hadn't beeped me when she did, then maybe there would have been even more to tell. 

So, where to start... 

Tonight was the night of my second date with Jenny Calendar, the first having been brought to an unceremonious end by the fire at the school caused by Cordelia's would-be suitor and his plan to create the perfect woman. Truly, I don't even want to speculate what children are taught in science at this school! Naturally, I was horrified that we had to be dragged away from the football game – not that it's proper football, oh no, instead it was that awful imitation of rugby, but without the cauliflower ears...but I digress. Thankfully, even after such an incendiary introduction to my life, Jenny was prepared to give it another go. I was speechless, as she'd suggested the first get-together, and here she was again, suggesting the second! My own efforts to set up a mutually conducive evening were woefully inadequate. After muttering to myself for days, trying to gain the courage to ask Ms Calendar out for the evening, I was embarrassed when Buffy overheard me practising my lines in the library. She was disdainful, of course, and did not hesitate to tell me so. I was quite proud of my little speech, to be honest, but Buffy shot it down in flames. I've got a thing, you've got a thing maybe we can have a thing, indeed! What on earth these children are taught in English class also, I dread to think. 

Still, she may have had a point. Ms Calendar was doubtless a modern woman, her clothing and interest in that infernal box of evil, the computer, left me convinced of that. She wore leather to school and often had on very skin-tight tops – not that I was complaining about that. I may be a short-sighted librarian now, but I was once a devil in leather and denim myself. The thing was, I'd forgotten how to be carefree and reckless. In my youth I'd had an alter ego that was into dreadfully dark magic, and I almost lost myself to a demon. That was enough to shock me right back into my tweed and my obedience to duty. 

But he was still there, Ripper, still whispering in my ear that I should live for the moment, take what I want, laugh and love with equal fervour. And with a woman like Jenny Calendar, it makes it all the more difficult for me to subdue him. The temptation to yield to his baser urges is harder with each waft of her perfume, a flash of her calf, the sound of her laughter. 

Can you imagine how much I wanted to throw her on the desk and ravish her when she whispered that the earring I'd handed to her didn't dangle from her earlobe? If she hadn't turned and walked into the classroom, leaving me dumbfounded and rigid, in more ways than one, maybe she wouldn't have been quite so quick to tease me tonight. Because, she would have already found out that beneath the tweed and the bumbling, I was quite the wolf. 

But she did turn away and I scuttled off, blushing and berating myself for my inept attempts to gain her notice. She was laughing at me, clearly. Hardly the start of the love affair I'd reluctantly come to accept that I yearned for with her. 

After all, we were as different as night from day. I could hardly turn a computer on, loathe the things, whereas she virtually lived for them; in fact, that was quite apt. She had a virtual life within the machine that I couldn't compete with, I was sure. And books. What was it her acolyte said? 'The printed page is obsolete'? I accept that she admonished him for his impertinence, but secretly I believe she agreed with him. She is certainly not reverent around my beloved tomes. 

However, the earring and its actual dangling place featured heavily in my daydreams and night-time musings, to such an extent that I was willing to try anything simply to be near her. Therefore, I researched the best way to open a dialogue with her, and was practising when Buffy overturned all my hard work. 

The girl is frustrating in the extreme, but to give her her due, it did appear that Jenny – I think I can call her Jenny after tonight – was more of Buffy's persuasion, and when we finally did agree to go out, at her instigation, the words she used were more or less those of my slayer. 

And things were going swimmingly, I believe, until Frankenstein's apprentice tried to alter the laws of creation. Still, a second date was arranged, and for tonight. Despite my enquiring of Jenny yesterday where we were going, she'd refused to tell me, so I had no idea what to expect. I took my time over my appearance, clean shirt, nicely pressed trousers, freshly shaved and splashed with cologne – but Jenny hid a smirk when I arrived at her home to collect her. She wore jeans, a casual top, albeit in a lovely shade of rose pink, and a maroon leather jacket. I asked her whether I should go home and change, and she quipped that she hadn't realised they made tweed denim; cheeky little madam. If only she'd seen me when I was--- but I digress. 

I assumed we would be having dinner, maybe watching the latest blockbuster. But as we drove out of Sunnydale centre in my ancient Citroen, bypassing all of the restaurants and the Sun Cinema, Jenny kept on directing me further and further along the road. When I asked her where we were going, she just smiled and told me to keep on driving; it was going to be a surprise. 

Oh yes, it certainly was. 

I'm not completely ignorant of popular entertainment. I'm aware that many people find it essential to watch reality television, for instance, and while I'm not a fan myself of watching heavily padded giant youths playing a game that for some reason is called football when the foot hardly touches the ball – which is the wrong shape anyway for anything but rugby! - I understand the compulsion to follow a team. I myself never miss the Boat Race... 

But what I found myself experiencing tonight; well, I think I may have nightmares for many years to come. 

Not all of the night, though... some of it will keep me awake for a very different reason. 

Let me set the scene. A large field. Many, many people, all with loud clothing, oversized foam pointing fingers, baseball caps, slogan t-shirts. Beer, crisps – oh, I beg your pardon, chips – and hotdogs. All in all, not my cup of tea in the slightest. And it was very, very noisy. I followed Jenny in between the stacked hay bales and banners to take my seat at the centre of a wooden stand. I believe they're known as bleachers over here, no idea why... 

Then, to my horror, a succession of larger and larger trucks proceeded to roar and spin around the ring, crashing into each other and into the hay bales --- and the smell! I really cannot describe it adequately. I couldn't hear Jenny's shouted words but smiled and nodded. I was shell-shocked. I think that I can honestly say that I felt my brain and my ears start to bleed. 

Eventually, my torment ended. The last monster truck departed with its monster noise and monster tyres and the walk back to the car was pleasant at least. Jenny was flashing her dark eyes at me, nudging my shoulder and teasing me mercilessly about the evening. She offered me a sip of her drink, and as I slurped some overly-sweet beverage through the straw that tasted of her, she darted her tongue out to moisten her lips, her cheeks reddening. I felt my pulse quicken, and hastily cleared my throat as I handed the drink back to her, removing my steamed up glasses and giving them a quick polish. 

I almost bit off my tongue when I felt her warm hand sneaking through to link my arm. She smelled like a good chocolate, rich and with a hint of spice, and my mouth watered at the thought of tasting her lips. Walking was becoming a bit of an issue... 

Then we were at the car and I opened the door so that she could slide into the front seat. 

She had other ideas... 

I was puzzled when she climbed over the seat and into the back, and I must have looked a bloody idiot standing there holding the door and trying to see inside the car. 

“Rupert,” she sing-songed, “come join me.” 

I stuttered some nonsense and looked around me. The car was parked in a dark corner of the field, and most of the other vehicles and spectators had gone. The spotlights were going off one by one, and we would soon be completely in darkness. 

Then I heard the sound of a zip being lowered... 

I swallowed and ducked down to look inside the car, squinting in the dim light. The back of my head hit the doorframe as I shot back up, but I soon ducked back down. Jenny's jeans were loose about her hips, her zip open, and the shirt she wore was completely unbuttoned and parted so that I could see the soft swell of her breasts. My heart started to race harder as I realised she had on no underwear. 

I grabbed hold of her proffered hand with clammy fingers and eased myself through the door and into the back seat of the car, pulling the door shut behind me. She chuckled, softly, and I licked my dry lips, attempting to speak. 

I got no further than “Je---” as she shushed me with a finger on my lips and pulled me towards her. Her lips were soft, but her kiss was insistent, her tongue sweeping across my lips enticing me to kiss her back just as fiercely. One hand found the back of her neck as I moaned into her mouth, pulling her nearer, the other wandering of its own accord to push her shirt aside and ghost across the bare skin of her abdomen and up to cup her sweet breast and hardening nipple. She arched towards me and I tugged her to lie beneath me, then let go of her so that I could rid myself of my jacket. I almost choked when I felt her hands tugging on my belt and waistband, lowering my zip. 

I was painfully hard, and any reservations I had about such an act in public had now evaporated. In the dim light I could just make out the curves that were now fully revealed as Jenny slipped her shirt off completely. None of my imaginings came anywhere close to the perfection I was seeing. With a growl I hadn't even known I was capable of, I tugged at my own shirt and in my haste, the buttons went flying. My pants were half-down thanks to the joint effort of Jenny's feet and my hands, and I grabbed at her jeans and pulled them off one leg. I couldn't wait any longer to feel the heat of her surround me. 

She seemed to approve heartily of my inability to resist her, for as I settled myself between her legs and thrust inside her, she moaned and dug her fingernails into my buttocks. God, she felt like heaven! 

I threw off my glasses and kissed her, kissed her lips, her eyes, her neck. She was wriggling beneath me and I was finding it hard not to go at her like a rutting bull. To be honest, it had been a long time since I'd found myself in that position. Too long... 

And god! The words she was whispering. Dirty, delightfully wicked words, husky and all the more arousing coming from the fine upstanding teacher. 

I couldn't help it. Ripper got out... 

He was calling her a filthy bitch, asking her do things to him, dirty things, all manner of depravity. 

She seemed to like it. 

Ripper liked it. 

I liked it... 

I managed to rip my best tweed trousers in my haste to get them off my legs so that I wasn't hindered in my efforts to fuck her into the upholstery. Jenny screamed her appreciation into the dark night and Ripper snarled into her neck. I tried to keep up with the two of them. She was definitely a wild one, Jenny Calendar. 

And I found out first hand where her earring dangled from. In fact, I almost swallowed it as I wrapped my tongue around her hardened nipple and sucked until she shuddered around me. Surprising as it was to me, I didn't come then, despite the lack of any actual physical contact with a woman in some time. No, I managed to manoeuvre us so that I lay down with her poised above me in all her glistening glory, one hand splayed on the roof of the car, one hand heavy on my chest, her dark eyes fixed on mine as she sank down onto my cock in one movement that had me hissing out a breath through my teeth. 

Then she rode me, like I was a bareback stallion, her pelvis crushing into mine every time she bucked against me. One of my hands caressed and gripped her rounded buttock, the other stretched beneath her so that I could rub her clit, my fingers sodden as she panted and writhed her way to an orgasm that tugged me over the edge with her. 

She finally fell across me, her breath hot against my bare chest, her fingers absently playing with my hair. I fisted her hair and pulled her to me to kiss her fiercely; I wanted to make sure that she knew she was mine, that this wasn't just a fling for me, that I felt something other than mind-melting lust. 

I mean, there was the lust, obviously – but there was more than that. 

I felt her smile against my lips, felt her body bend compliantly to mine as she acknowledged my unspoken commitment. We lay there in silence, the poor light just barely showing me the glint of passion alive in her eyes as we watched the condensation on the steamed up window pool and drip from footprints on the glass. 

I felt like a teenager. 

I felt like Ripper. 

I felt alive. 

Then came the beep and the rapid scrambling for clothing and shy sideways looks as we drove to meet Buffy and the gang at the library. Always the duty, before everything. And I'm sure Buffy suspected something, she was looking at me with a very strange expression on her face. Perhaps she really didn't believe that we'd been to a monster truck rally... 

And now I'm here, recording my thoughts, my feelings, pouring out my heart to a creamy page of good quality paper. Because Jenny is at home asleep, I hope with a smile on her face as she thinks of me. 

And tomorrow I will greet her calmly and politely and wait for her to let me know what she expects. 

I can give her everything. All that I am, if she wants me. 

Except, I can't – because I always have to reserve a bit of myself for my duties, and that she will never understand. Oh, yes, she knows about the vampires and the demons and horrors of living on the hellmouth, but she takes it all in her stride. It isn't a duty for her; she doesn't have to be a part of it. And I don't want her to be. I feel myself falling for her, and I want to keep her safe. I can't watch over her and watch over Buffy at the same time. And I have to watch over Buffy. 

Ripper wouldn't care, I'm sure. But Ripper is gone, despite the echoes of his carnal needs that emerged tonight. 

So, tomorrow will come and I'll smile and bow my head and wait for her to look at me. And if she looks at me as she did tonight I'll be complete. And who knows, maybe there will be one happy ending at the mouth of hell.

The End

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