Cemetery Games

Calle Dybedahl

Most of the time, a cemetery at midnight is a still and serene place. Nothing moves, except tree branches swaying gently in the wind. The dead rest in their graves and the moon shines mildly on the unkempt grass. Moss grows slowly on stone tombs, and the black-painted iron gates gradually turn to rust.
It started on a night just like that. In spite of what it might sometimes seem like, it wasn't every night that vampires rose through the graveyard soil to feed on the living. Or, at least, attempt to. More often than not, they'd swiftly meet the sharp end of Mr Pointy and exit the world in a cloud of dust. No, some nights nothing happened. Which did not, of course, mean that a Slayer could take the night off. Far from it. It wasn't until the night was over that its calm was certain, so until then the guardian had to stay vigilant.
Or, on this night, the two guardians had to stay vigilant. One dark-haired, one blonde. One curvy, one not. One pacing and moving, one sitting still. Both bored out of their skulls.
"You know," Faith said, "those old dead Slayers that Giles goes on about?"
"Yes?" Buffy said.
"Are we sure they didn't just up and die from boredom? Because, really, this is killing me."
Buffy smiled.
"I'm pretty sure there were vampires and demons and curses and things involved," she said. "But I definitely see what you mean."
"So help me out here, B," Faith said. "How do we stay alive?"
She did her best to give Buffy a puppy-dog look. It wasn't very successful, and only made Buffy laugh.
"You want me to entertain you?" she said.
"Please," Faith said.
"Ok," Buffy said.
She leaned forward and looked Faith straight in the eyes.
"Truth," she said, "or dare?"
Of course Faith chose dare. She was a very brave young woman, except when it came to her own life. She'd do pretty much anything except talk about herself, or reveal what went on inside her.
"Dare," she said.
"Ok," Buffy said. "I dare you to run off and get me a mug of hot cocoa."
"Nice try, B," Faith said. "But we're supposed to stay in this here graveyard until sunrise. Try again."
Buffy had opened her mouth to reply when Faith continued.
"And nothing that physically impossible. Or illegal."
"That all?" Buffy said.
"Well, I'd rather you didn't get me killed," Faith said. "But hey, just an occupational hazard, eh?"
Buffy jumped down from the wall she was sitting on and stood with her arms crossed over her chest.
"So," she said. "Only in the cemetery, nothing impossible, nothing illegal and nothing lethal."
She shook her hair out.
"Other than that, it can be anything."
There was an extra bit of emphasis on the 'anything'.
Faith made a nonchalant gesture with her hands.
"That's how the game goes," she said.
"Let me think," Buffy said. "I want to come up with something good."
They stood there, face to face, looking at each other. For the rest of her life, Buffy would be unable to tell what made her say what she said next. It felt to her like something bubbled up from deep inside her mind and burst out, going directly from her subconscious to her mouth without passing through the thinking bits of her brain. Because if they had, she so would have not said it. Not that it was unpleasant or anything, far from it. It was just... not right.
"I dare you to kiss me," she said.
Faith looked stunned, but rallied quickly.
"What?" she said. "And mess up that cherry lip gloss of yours?"
Buffy, in an attempt to hide that she was just as stunned as Faith, but on her best seductive smirk.
"How do you know it's cherry if you don't come and taste it?" she said. "Or do you fail the dare?"
Of course she didn't! Faith sauntered up to Buffy and gently took her chin in her hand. She leaned forward and softly put her lips to Buffy's. She held them there for a moment, then slightly parted them and ran her tongue along Buffy's lips.
"Cherry," she breathed. "Just as I said."
Buffy couldn't help smiling, even though her insides were in a turmoil. She'd kissed! She'd kissed another girl! She'd kissed Faith!
"Yes," she said. "You were right. And I think it's your turn now."
Faith remained leaned forward, her face maybe an inch from Buffy's.
"Are you sure?" she said. "I mean, you kind of set a tone here, B, and I might want to turn it into a song."
"That's why it's called truth or dare, isn't it?" Buffy said.
"All right," Faith said. "Truth or dare, B?"
"Dare," Buffy said.
"Same rules?" Faith said. "In the graveyard, nothing illegal, nothing lethal, anything else goes?"
"Of course."
"You sure?"
"I'm sure."
"Then I dare you to show me your tits, B. For at least a minute."
If anything about that surprised Buffy, it was her own complete lack of surprise. Also, maybe, her complete lack of reluctance. What she felt was anticipation and increasing excitement.
"It's kinda cold," she said.
"You can stand it for a minute," Faith said.
Buffy began unbuttoning her blouse.
"I'm just pointing it out," she said, "so that you don't think there's any other reason why my nipples are all stiff."
Faith swallowed.
"Right," she said. "Cold. Nothing else."
Buffy left her blouse hanging open and reached around and unhooked her bra. She pulled the cups up as high as she could, revealing her perky breasts to her audience. Her nipples were, as predicted, standing out.
"Do you like them?" she said. "The left one is a little smaller than the right. It looks kinda lopsided."
Faith made a strange little sound.
"Looks fine to me," she said. Her gaze was as glued to the rosy-topped mounds framed by pulled-aside cloth.
Buffy looked down at herself.
"You sure?" she said. "Maybe you need to look a little closer."
She twisted her torso for a moment, making her breasts jiggle a bit.
Faith did not come closer.
"Ok, you win the dare," she said.
Buffy looked up at her and smiled.
"So it's my turn again?"
She did not pull her bra back down or close her blouse.
Faith grunted her agreement.
"So," Buffy said. "Truth or dare?"
"Dare," Faith said without pausing to think.
"Right," Buffy said. "You've seen my breasts. So I dare you to let me fondle yours. For at least a minute."
"Um, ok," Faith said. "And, um, about the cold?"
"Yes?"
"It's so not why my nipples are hard right now."
Buffy put her hands on her own breasts and gently pinched the nipples.
"Really?" she teased. "Why, one might almost think that you fancy me, Faith."
"Yeah, well," Faith lied. "A hot chick is always a hot chick, isn't she?"
She pulled her top off and tossed onto a nearby gravestone. Her sports bra followed seconds later.
"Ok, B," she said. "Go ahead."
Buffy took a moment to shake off her blouse and drop her bra.
"Yours are bigger than mine," she said as she closed the distance between the two Slayers.
"Yeah, well," Faith said. "Luck, or something."
"Your luck or mine?" Buffy said.
She gently cradled Faith's right breast in her hands, then bent down and placed a soft kiss right on top of the stiff brown nipple. Faith groaned.
"I mean," Buffy said, "you've got to wear them while you fight and stuff, and I get to play with them now."
Faith had closed her eyes and was swearing under her breath. Buffy moved one hand to the underside of the other breast, and lifted them both a little as if to feel their weight.
"If course," she said, "you're a Slayer so you wouldn't get back problems even if you looked like Dolly Parton."
"I want to touch yours," Faith said.
Buffy shook her head.
"Sorry," she said. "This is my dare."
She bent down again and took a nipple into her mouth. She sucked a little and swirled her tongue around it, while she stroked the other breast with her hand. She kept it up until she heard Faith start to make strange noises, and then repeated the whole thing with the other breast.
"Ok, B," Faith gasped after the fourth or fifth switch. "You win the dare, hands down. It's been way more than a minute!"
Buffy gave the nipple she was currently working on a final suck and let go.
"You said at least a minute," she said. "There was nothing about how long I can go on."
She stood up straight and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
"But let's call it enough for the moment," she said.
Faith sighed. If from relief or disappointment, she didn't even know herself. She closed her eyes for a moment, listening to the cars in the distance and the almost inaudible chirping of the bats. The night air felt cold on the wet spots Buffy had left on her breasts.
"Truth or dare?" she said.
"Dare, of course," Buffy said. "I can't wait to see what you want me to do."
Faith hesitated. She wasn't sure what to say, what to ask for. The game had already gone much further much faster than she had imagined it might, not that she was complaining. At first, she's only expected to flirt mercilessly with the blonde and get her all embarrassed. Never in her wildest imagination had she though that Buffy might want to go this far.
"Anything goes?" she asked.
Buffy pointedly looked at the discarded clothing.
"Anything," she said, "you dare to do I dare to do."
Mentally, Faith took a blind leap off a tall cliff.
"Ok," she said. "This is what I dare you to do. To strip off all your clothes. To sit at the edge of that wall there, with your legs spread as wide as you can. To not come for fifteen minutes while I do my best to make you."
Buffy pouted.
"What if a vampire shows up?"
Faith thought about it.
"You can keep your shoes on and a stake handy."
Without any further words, Buffy got naked and then put her shoes back on. She grabbed her stake, holding it in her hand when she jumped up on the low wall. As Faith had instructed, she sat close to the edge and spread her legs as wide as physics allowed.
"Do you like what you see?" she said.
It was pretty obvious that Faith did, from the way she was staring.
"Well?" Buffy said. "Are you going to come here or not? It's still cold, and I need to be warmed up, or at least distracted."
To make her point clearer, she slowly ran a finger along her labia.
"Damn, B,..." Faith said, shaking her head. "Have you... No, never mind, I don't care."
She shook her head to clear it, then knelt down in front of Buffy. The wall was just tall enough that her mouth ended up in front of Buffy's hips. She ran her fingers through the sparse blonde hair there.
"Fifteen minutes," she said. She moved her hand a little lower, spread the labia open with her fingers and put her mouth between them.
Buffy yelped. Her hips pushed a little forward, trying to get closer. She hadn't meant to, it just happened. She looked down at the dark-haired head between her legs, and some part of her just couldn't believe what was happening. How she in a pretty short while had gone from being bored on patrol to having Faith give her oral sex. And more.
A warm finger probed at her opening, and slid inside. She gasped and threw her head back. Faith's tongue was moving in very delightful ways, and she suddenly didn't feel so sure that she could last a full fifteen minutes.
A hand moved upwards, starting at her thigh and caressing its way up to her breast. It pinched her nipple in the most wonderful way. Not as wonderful as whatever Faith was doing to her clitoris, or as the more-than-one fingers working in her vagina, but still really wonderful. She put one of her own hands on the back of Faith's head, trying to get her to push harder. She didn't really know how much time passed, she just concentrated on not coming.
Further out in the graveyard, she saw a patch of grass start to move.
"Fuck!" she said.
A sound that might have been a muffled "I am!" came from between her legs.
She didn't want the pleasure to end, but she couldn't let a vampire run free. She pushed Faith's head even harder into her crotch.
"Faster!" she said. Faith's tongue and fingers obliged.
Buffy could see a hand force its way up between two clods of dirt. She should get over there. In a moment. She could feel the orgasm rising within her.
The vampire had its entire upper body out of the soil. She cursed. They were usually so slow getting out of the ground, why couldn't this one too be?
She grabbed the stake and vaulted forward to get it at the exact moment when her climax arrived. Her body twitched and jerked and she could hear herself scream incoherently. She fought to retain some kind of control, and somehow she managed to land the stake in the vampire's heart.
She landed in a heap on the ground, dust settling around her. Not her cleanest slay ever. It probably wouldn't have worked at all, if the vampire hadn't been stunned by the sight of a stark naked girl coming screaming and flailing at him.
"Shit, B!" she heard Faith say. "Are you all right?"
"Fine," Buffy panted. "How long was that?"
Faith knelt down next to her, looking around for more vampires. Her jaw was shiny with wetness.
"Ten minutes," she said.
"Oh darn," Buffy said, since a thought had just occured to her. "I lost."
She leaned over so her breast touched Faith's arm, and licked her fellow Slayer's ear.
"So you'll just have to give me a rematch tomorrow," she said.