He Wanders the City

Andrew came and he came hard inside the glorious Italian. Her hips buckled against him as streams of his cum and her juices dripped out between them. She moaned like the whore--albeit a high class whore--she was. As he slowly went limp inside her, he gave his final thrusts in her warm, tight pussy.

She stepped off him, slowly and awkwardly. She stepped back into her dress, pulling it up commonly. As she straightened out her hair, it was almost like nothing had happened at all.

“You’re nice,” she smiled. “Eager to please. Thank you. Now... Get out.” She spoke in her beautiful accent.

“What? That’s it? You’re kicking me out?”

She was already back at her desk, back to doing paper-work like nothing had happened. She had shrugged it off that fast. Andrew was hurt. He was offended. In his search to loes his virginity, he wanted a girlfriend, not just a quick fuck.

But he had to leave, so he did.

That sexual encounter weighed heavily on his mind as he toured the city of Rome. Nothing could interest him, even such historic sites and great art. He thought of the sex and how there was no love between them, how simple she shrugged him off. He wanted more. He wanted a girlfriend, not just a quick fuck. He wanted a lover.

He could barely enjoy the sites of the ancient European city. Not even that cool Colloseum, not even the art. He went to a small night-club to drink his sorrows away.

"Oh my God..."

"Is that?"

"It can't be!"

"Andrew?"

He looked up upon hearing American voices; he paid attention upon hearing his name. He was quite surprised to see Buffy and Dawn standing before him in the night-club. Of all the people to run into, in all the places...

He said: "Buffy! Dawnie! What are you doing here?"

"We're touring Europe! What the hell are you doing here?" said Buffy, shocked and confused, and a bit angry. Rome was supposed to be everything Sunnydale wasn't.

"I'm... Working for Angel now. I came to see the head of Wolfram and Hart over here."

"Oh, that's nice," said Buffy, reserved. She didn't like hearing the name 'Angel' after hearing he was working for an evil corporation.

Andrew looked closer at Buffy and Dawn. Dawn was in a tight black halter-top and a mini skirt to match. Buffy was in a sleek red dress so tight he wondered how she got into it and how he could get her out of it. "Well, if we're here together, we may as well share a drink," he said.

He called the waitress and ordered Buffy and Dawn drinks. They smiled at the nice, uncharacteristic gesture and decided to take a seat with him, half out of pity. For the first time in their life, Buffy and Dawn treated Andrew as a human being, as an equal.

It was around 2:00 A.M. local time that the bar was closing. The bar-tender informed the three of this, who had been chatting away about the good old times, and their shared friend of Jonathen. They talked about regret, and repent. It was a serious conversation where they began to feel they could trust each other.

"I suppose this is the end of the night," he smiled weakly.

"No," said Buffy. "Come back to Dawn's and my apartment."

"We'll make coffee," said Dawn, innocent as could be.

He agreed.