One track mind

Xander took a second to center himself. Now wasnt a time for just throwing shit at the wall and seeing what stuck. This was a once in a lifetime magical event type thing. He wasnt going to blow it in a blind panic.

He wanted Buffy. But he wanted Buffy to want him back of her own free will.

So how to make that happen?

Its not like this was movies or tv where they lived near each other and thanks to sexy hi jinks found out they liked each other after walking in on the other person while showering/changing/in some way naked, sparking uncontrollable desire.

Xander paused to consider. Why couldnt that be what happened?

Because they lived on opposite sides of Sunnydale. Buffy in the nice successful people part of town and Xander in the part of town drunks like his parents could afford.

Buuut... it didn't have to be that way, did it?

The power of a god in the palm of his hand. All he had to do was type and he could change the world. Why couldn't he live with Buffy?

There had to be a way to make that happen naturalisticly...

03- Joyce Summers took pity on Xander Harris and offered the spare room in her home to him, after meeting Xander's drunken parents, once he began living there sexy hi-jinks ensued, sparking interest in a relationship with Xander.

The feeling of static electricity passed thru him and Xander had to take a second to process how the world had changed.

It was... nice. Good even. Better than good.

No one calling him a dumbass or a failure, no screaming matches monday thru friday, no tiptoeing around hungover people on the weekends, no drunken dads raging out and threatening to beat the crap out of him just because.

But... it was... also weird.

The wording of what he had written was perhaps a touch ambiguous about the who in retrospect.

Since moving into the Summers house he'd seen Buffy almost nearly naked several times and he'd seen Joyce completely naked several times. The same happened in reverse. Both Buffy and Joyce had seen him naked.

Good god! Xander slapped a hand over his face. Joyce had even caught him masturbating once. That was... uncomfortably erotic. A sexy older woman staring stupified as he stroked his dick, he could have sworn he saw Joyce lick her lips hungrily before she turned around and walked back out of his bedroom.

Joyce wasn't the same old Joyce. Not that old Joyce looked bad, no she was a foxy femme for sure. But since his last command Joyce was now sporting a pair of 38 F cup perfextly perky torpedo tits. He should know he'd seen them in all their fleshy glory twice. Also there had been a laundry mix up including her sexiest bra.

Still, if that was the worst thing to happen he'd take it as unexpected drawback went. More attention from a sexy lady was no hardship at all.

And the reason why he'd written that command in the first place was showing results.

He'd seen Buffy's wonderful new growth 34 double Ds a few times now. And she'd seen him free balling more than once. For some reason that door lock on the bathroom just didnt seem to work. Xander chuckled at how Master P.C. made sexy hi jinks occur.

Xander nervously checked the clock. He still had time before class ended si he had a few more minutes to fuck around with Master P.C.