To the dressing room for cliche sex

"If you don't believe me, why don't you ask the shop-girl?" Spike suggested.

Xandra looked up, and there with a tag that said "Assistant Manager" was Elizabeth Bellingham. Xandra hadn't seen her since freshman year in high school, and remembered having a huge crush on the blond cheerleader. Now in her mid 20s, she still looked pretty damn good, though she couldn't match Xandra's supernatural hotness. As the 15 year old male fantasies came flooding back into Xandra's memory the jewel pulsed once again.

"Excuse me," Xandra asked, pulling up her shirt to expose her massive firm tits, "but can you tell me what size these are?"

Lizzie gasped in shock and arousal, the brazen display appealing to to a strong newly-created exhibitionist streak. Oh, how she wished she had the nerve to go up and do that to some guy... or some girl for that matter, a thought that caught her by surprise. She walked over and hefted Xandra's globes in her hands, running her thumbs in little circles over the nipples without quite realizing she was doing it. "These are double D's easy," she said.

"Told you so," said Spike, the self-satisfied tone in his voice at odds with the look of shock and awe on his face as he stared at Xandra's assets.

Lizzie went on as if Spike weren't there at all. "You're lucky you're so tall," she said. "These would be too much for most girls but on you..." she licked her lips a bit. "They're just right." She took her hands off Xandra's bare breasts just long enough to guide his hands to her covered ones. "See, mine are C cups," she said, "but I'm three or four inches shorter than you, so they work better on my frame."

"So this is how women check their bra sizes," thought Xandra naively. "No wonder they like shopping so much." Her nipples had stiffened under the shop-girl's ministrations. "So you'll help me pick out some new underwear?" she asked. "Because right now I don't have a thing to wear. In fact I'm going commando right now."

Lizzie moaned a bit and squeezed on Xandra's tits a bit harder. "Anything you want," she said. "Anything." Without taking her eyes or her left hand off Xandra's chest, she reached out with her right to grab some random underwear. "Let's see how this looks on you," she said, and pushed Xander into a dressing alcove.

"Are you sure those are my size?" asked Xandra. "They look--" Without even bothering to close the door, Lizzie fastened her her lips to one of Xandra's rock-hard nipples, completely derailing the brunette's train of thought. She worried for a moment if Willow and Tara might get jealous, but easily convinced herself that they were cool with polyamory. The jewel pulsed once again. Xandra pulled Lizzie up and began passionately kissing her. The blond, more worked up than she'd ever in her life been before, undid Xandra's jeans and started kissing her way back down the brunette's body. When she made it between the taller girl's legs she showed more enthusiasm than skill, but under Xandra's instruction her technique improved rapidly.