My Life is Different Ch. 05

"Now! Run!" Doctor Jones screamed frantically, and this time we all fled the scene as fast as we could possibly run. I didn't look back, for fear of what I might see, if I did.

Doctor Smith ran down two more halls and led us to a blue box, about the size and shape of a phone booth, and he darted inside. If I had taken a second to think about it, I would have ignored the blue box and just kept running. I'd seen how strong that patchwork demon-cyborg thing was. Breaking down the door of this blue box would likely be child's play for a creature like that.

This thing is, I was really too scared to form any coherent thoughts, so I basically just followed everybody else. Doctor Smith, Doctor Jones and Doctor Rostenkowski all ran inside the blue box first. Buffy and I followed purely due to fanatical fear and herd mentality.

The first thing I noticed once I was inside the blue box, was that I no longer heard the sounds of pursuit behind me. I stopped running and turned around. Doctor Smith had closed the door behind us, and the cyborg-demon thingy wasn't smashing the door down.

The second thing I noticed was that the blue box was bigger on the inside than on the outside.

"It's bigger on the inside," Buffy said, almost as if she were reading my thoughts.

"That's not possible," Doctor Rostenkowski snapped.

"Oh, it's not?" Doctor Smith asked, "Are you sure about that?"

"The Pauli Exclusion Principle proved that an object can never be larger on the inside than it is on the outside, therefore this place," said Doctor Rostenkowski, waving his arms wildly, "Cannot possibly be larger on the inside than it is on the outside."

"Yeah, you see the thing about that," Doctor Smith said, "The thing about that, is that the Pauli Exclusion Principle sort of got disproven by Torvald's Laws of Dimensional Interface Stabilization."

"What?" Who?" Demanded Rostenkowski, sounding both confused and frustrated.

The third thing I noticed was that Buffy was still bleeding, quite a lot actually.

"Hey, guys," I said, trying to get the attention of the three doctors in the room, "I love a science-nerd fight as much as the next guy, but that thing cut up Buffy pretty bad. We need to do something to stop the bleeding."

Buffy looked down at her chest and gingerly touched it with one hand. It came back absolutely soaked in blood, and from the look on her face, it looked like she might be going into shock.

"Do we have a first aid kit on board?" Doctor Jones asked, and Doctor Smith replied, "Yeah, you see the thing about that..."

I quickly got the impression there was no first aid kit on board, and there was no way we could get Buffy to the hospital without going back out there and running into the cyborg-demon thingy. I immediately decided to do my healing waters spell. It was the smartest thing to do, under the circumstances.

"What about water?" I asked, "Is there a large supply of water on board?"

"Swimming pool," Doctor Smith replied, "Just one floor down, but how is that supposed to...?"

I cut him off, frantically worried about Buffy. She had lost a lot of blood and she still hadn't stopped bleeding. I didn't know how long it took for a person to bleed out from a wound like Buffy's and I really, really didn't want to find out.

"Show me where it is!" I demanded.

The interior of the blue box just seemed to get bigger and bigger. There really was a downstairs level, and there really was a swimming pool down there.

"Help me get her in the water!" I demanded when Buffy's feet gave out underneath her.

Doctor Jones helped me get Buffy about chest-deep in the water of the swimming pool. Buffy, Doctor Jones and I were all in the shallow end of the pool, and I called upon the goddess Aceso.

I thought I could feel her presence hovering over me, watching me and then with Buffy, Doctor Jones and I immersed in the water, I reverently whispered the words, "Salutaris Lacus," and almost instantly felt a powerful tingling sensation in my fingers and the palms of my hands. The water glowed for a few seconds with an inner-light and then I felt a smile spread wide across my face as Buffy's chest wound stopped bleeding and her skin color went from an almost-deathly pale to something that looked kinda pinkish and much more healthy-looking.

"Oh, God," Buffy exclaimed, her eyes looking much more alert now. "That thing. What was that thing? It cut me open like a ...flesh cutting thing."

"He's a Bio-mechanical demonoid," Doctor Jones replied, "He was created by Initiative scientist Maggie Walsh, and he..."

Suddenly Doctor Jones stopped talking and she stared really intently at Buffy. Then she leaned in closer; intimately close; and then in a warm, affectionate tone of voice she said, "Hey, I just noticed, you're really cute."

She placed one hand softly on the side of Buffy's face and one second later the two of them were kissing.

"Hey," I exclaimed indignant that Doctor Jones was making out with my girlfriend, "Get your hands off her! She's already spoken for!"

I grabbed Doctor Jones and pulled her away from Buffy. She turned to face me, angry at first, which was fine with me. I was angry too. How dare she make out with my girlfriend? And right in front of me, too!!

Then, without warning, my anger melted away like ice cubes on the surface of a hot stove. Doctor Jones's face softened as if her anger had faded as well.

The next thing I knew, we were kissing like libidinous teenagers and she had her tongue in my mouth. I grabbed at Doctor Jones and held her close. Her body felt really good in my arms, and when we broke from our kiss I got a really good look at her face. I hadn't noticed when we'd first met, but she was a really cute girl with high cheekbones, smooth skin and an adorable smile.

"Martha, what are you doing?" Doctor Smith asked Doctor Jones, his voice was filled with confusion, mixed with concern.

"I can't keep my hands off her," Doctor Jones replied excitedly, her hands underneath the water, undoing my belt buckle and unzipping my pants, "She's brilliant! She's adorable!"

"She's mine," Buffy snapped and then she grabbed me and pulled me away from Doctor Jones. "Willow is my girlfriend! Get your own!"

Suddenly, I realized what was happening. "This is a side-effect of the healing spell," I explained. "The healing waters cause a dramatic increase in sex drive, but it's just a temporary side-effect. The healing part is permanent. The sex thing will wear off around about-"

Suddenly Buffy's lips were pressed firmly against mine and she gagged me with her tongue. I moaned into her mouth, and suddenly whatever I was talking about didn't seem all that important anymore.

I vaguely heard Doctor Rostenkowski saying, "I'm jumping in the pool", and then Buffy and I broke from our kiss and looked up.

Doctor Rostenkowski was starting to unbutton his shirt, but Doctor Smith grabbed him by the arm and said, "No. No, you're not. Go back upstairs."

"What?" screamed Doctor Rostenkowski, "Oh, c'mon! You at least gotta let me watch!"

"No I don't," said Doctor Smith firmly as he dragged Doctor Rostenkowski away, "Back upstairs to the control room, Rostenkowski. Give Doctor Jones and her new friends some privacy."

As Doctor Smith and Doctor Rostenkowski retreated further and further away, I could hear Rostenkowski continuing to object, but his protests got fainter and more difficult to understand as he got further and further away, although I think I heard Doctor Smith emphatically shouting "Go!" And "Shoo!" to the unhappy Doctor Rostenkowski...

"Maybe we could share, yeah?" Doctor Jones suggested when the sound of Doctor Rostenkowski's voice had faded completely.

Buffy looked at Doctor Jones, then she looked at me and then back to Doctor Jones again.

"Okay, but this is a one-time deal. Willow and I are a couple. We're not looking to become a triple."

"Of course, yeah," Doctor Jones said as she struggled out of her clothes. She threw each item of clothing onto the concrete pool-pad just a few feet away, and each one landed with a wet splat.

Buffy followed suit and soon both women were gloriously naked.

Buffy and Doctor Jones took a moment to share a mischievous smile, and then suddenly they both had their hands on me, grabbing at my t-shirt, my blue jeans, the waistband of my panties, enthusiastically ripping my clothes off and leaving me just as naked as they were.

Doctor Jones found my nipples and rolled them between her thumbs and forefingers. She was gentle, however she applied enough force that my nipples reacted to the stimulation of her carefully applied fingertips. My nipples thrived underneath the attention of her mischievous fingers, throbbing, swelling and becoming so erect and sensitive that they actually ached.

I moaned as Doctor Jones became more aggressive and rougher with my nipples, pinching and tugging at them now. When my moaning became too loud, she clamped her mouth over mine and began to kiss me deeply, passionately, forcing her tongue into my mouth, muffling the sound of my moans, by intimately merging her mouth with my own.

Buffy refused to be excluded from the fun; and while she stood behind me; she reached one hand between my thighs and cupped my palpitating pussy.

I moaned louder into Doctor Jones's mouth as Buffy rubbed questing fingers across my swollen pubic lips and eventually found their way inside of me.

"Uuahhhuhhh," I moaned into the British girl's mouth as she probed my mouth with her tongue and Buffy probed my sex with her fingers.

Buffy's fingers were incredible, stimulating me in ways that made we squirm and whimper. I writhed uncontrollably while impaled and stuffed full with Buffy's strong, insistent fingers. I came and came and came and it didn't seem as if Buffy would ever stop. I realized that I was going to have to beg her to stop.

I pushed Doctor Jones away enough that I could break from our kiss and called out, "Buffy! Stop! Please stop! Buffy, sweetie! Please stop! Enough!"

I groaned, my pussy was incredibly tender, but I was basking in the delicious post-orgasm afterglow. My body went limp, flopping over like a rag doll, my body was utterly drained after such a powerful, bone-crushing orgasm.

Luckily Buffy grabbed me about my breasts and ribcage, holding me closely and keeping me from sinking to the bottom of the pool.

"You really had the poor girl thrashing around like a mad woman," Doctor Jones said, smiling, her voice filled with both admiration and a certain degree of joyous anticipation.

"I just know how to touch a woman," Buffy said, still holding me close and then kissing me affectionately on the neck.

"Apparently you do," Doctor Jones conceded, "Your girlfriend is really lucky."

"I'm lucky too," Buffy replied, "Willow is a really great girlfriend. She makes me wish I hadn't wasted all those years on guys. In so many ways, girls are just better."

"I've never tried it with a girl before," Doctor Jones admitted.

"Never?"

"Cross my heart," Doctor Jones said, making the obligatory crossing sign over her naked breasts, "There was this girl I was very fond of my first year of medical school. I thought of telling her how I felt but..."

Then she just shook her head and her smile faded slightly, "Medical school was pretty hectic and stressful that first year. I wasn't sure if I could handle classes and exams and juggle a relationship at the same time. And my family is kind of old fashioned, especially my mum. I'm not sure how she would react if she found out her second oldest daughter was shagging a girl."

"She might have a stroke?" Buffy asked.

"Maybe," Doctor Jones, conceded, "Of course my mum might be angry enough to choke the life out of me even while the stroke was causing all kinds of havoc with her higher brain functions. If my mum is angry enough, nothing can stop her."

When I had recovered enough from that incredible, mind-erasing orgasm, Buffy and set me down on the stairs at the shallowest end of the pool. When she was sure I wouldn't drown, she turned her attentions to Doctor Jones.

Buffy and Doctor Jones were a study in contrasts. Buffy had pale skin and blonde hair, whereas Doctor Jones had chocolate brown skin and hair as black as the night itself, however they had a lot in common too. Both were slender, toned and athletic looking. And when Doctor Jones smiled, her face looked just as adorable as Buffy's.

And Doctor Jones smiled and gasped a lot as she stood intimately close to Buffy and Buffy drove her strong fingers into Doctor Jones's vagina. Doctor Jones laughed and gasped and sighed as Buffy impaled the British woman's sex on her strong, capable fingers. She gripped Buffy's right arm tightly as if she wanted to tear Buffy's powerful fingers from her sex, of course Buffy was far stronger than she looked, and there was no way Doctor Jones would be able to remove Buffy's hand if Buffy didn't want it removed.

Buffy thrust into the girl again and again, sometimes lifting her up, lifting her feet from the bottom of the pool and raising her hips just above the surface of the water.

"You're so strong," Doctor Jones exclaimed and then there was a loud series of gasps, followed by the darker girl writhing uncontrollably on Buffy's fingers. Suddenly every muscle and sinew of her slender frame was taut with the explosion of an orgasmic supernova.

"Bloody hell," the British girl cried out breathlessly, "That was bloody unbelievable!"

Doctor Jones's breasts heaved up and down as she recovered from a mind-bending orgasm. She couldn't wipe the smile from her face, as Buffy walked her over to steps where I was sitting.

When she was standing over me, I got my first really good look at her thighs. Her thighs were exquisite and athletic looking. I reached out and touched one. The skin was soft, but there was hard muscle underneath, just like Buffy's thighs.

"You two look so happy and satisfied," Buffy said as she stood naked and dripping wet, behind Doctor Jones, "Do you realize neither one of you has thought about Buffy's needs? My poor body is absolutely throbbing with indecent, naughty, sexual desires!"

"Buffy, I can barely move," I complained, "You take a lot out of a girl."

"Next time, you take care of my needs first," Buffy said admonishingly.

"Hang about," Doctor Jones said, "We'll see to you, soon."

Doctor Jones then rose up out of the pool and walked over to a corner where they apparently kept a large supply of terrycloth towels. I watched Doctor Jones as she walked, enjoying the sway of her hips and the perfect shape of her firm, athletic ass. Her ass was the perfect shape, like it was sculpted from marble by a master-craftsman.

She came back and laid the towels down on the ground and suggested Buffy lay down on them and spread her legs wide.

"Just lay down, spread your legs far apart and Willow and I will do the rest."

"You're the doctor," Buffy said, obediently following Doctor Jones's instructions.

Martha (That's right, Doctor Jones insisted that Buffy and I call her Martha) helped me over to where Buffy was laying and asked me to show her how to lick Buffy to orgasm, and then she watched very attentively while I lapped at Buffy's swollen labia, sometimes asking questions and making sure she understood my technique properly.

"I think I've got the idea," Martha finally said and she took over, in between Buffy's legs.

I watched from a few inches away as Martha licked my girlfriend's swollen labia from the bottom to the top. I was thinking that she had learned her lessons pretty well, as she soon had Buffy gasping and her hips writhing and raising themselves up off her towel, thrusting her pelvis in Martha's face.

"I've never done this for a girl before," Martha said as she paused in licking Buffy's pink, pubic lips, "Am I really that good, or is she just really responsive?"

"A little of both," I said, "The healing waters make everyone that's touched by them more sexually responsive, but I think you were doing a really good job in there. You avoided quite a few rookie mistakes, like..."

"Talk later," Buffy snapped at us impatiently, "One of you needs to put your tongue to good use in between my legs, now!"

Martha obediently went back to work, kissing Buffy's inner thighs before lapping again at her pussy. When Buffy's breathing had become heavy and rapid enough, I instructed Martha to take Buffy's clit gently between her teeth and suck on it.

Martha started off really gentle, barely applying any suction at all, until Buffy whimpered, groaned, grabbed Martha's head tightly with both hands and then snapped, "Harder!"

Then Martha sucked vigorously at my girlfriend's hard, swollen clit and Buffy screamed, her hips writhed and bucked and she came again and again, while Martha's mouth was firmly latched onto her sex.

"Oh God, that was good," Buffy exclaimed while panting briskly.

"I'm good at this, yeah?" Martha asked.

"Oh yeah," Buffy confirmed.

All three of us seemed physically and emotionally exhausted. I know I was, I just wanted to sleep for a week, but then Buffy said, "So, what are we gonna do about that cyborg thingy?"

"Um, will doing something about the cyborg thingy, involve getting up and moving around?" I asked.

"Yes, Will," Buffy answered emphatically, "Doing something about the cyborg thingy will definitely involve getting up and moving around."

"In that case, I'm coming down firmly against it," I said, sounding somewhat petulant.

"C'mon, Will," Buffy said, slapping my naked butt for emphasis, "I'm the Slayer. This is my job. I can't just spend all day lying around when innocent lives are in danger."

I groaned and slowly, reluctantly raised myself up into a standing position. I was naked and tired, and my girlfriend wanted to lead me into battle.

I guess that's life on the Hellmouth.