She nodded, stepping up to him and kissing him. Her fingers found his cock and gave it a playful squeeze. "As long as you're bi, guy."
Xander smiled. "That's me: bi guy." He kissed her back.
"See you later."
"You can have sloppy seconds, if you want," Xander promised.
"Maybe I'll take you up on that," she said.
Xander watched Buffy as she walked across the room and up the steps, her hips swiveling and her buttocks swaying. His prick started to swell. He was glad that he was bisexual. A girl like Buffy, whether she was packing or not, was just too damned beautiful to miss out on. Of course, Chester wasn't bad, either. He smiled, thinking of Woody Allen's quip about how being bisexual doubled one's chances for a date on Saturday night.
He thought of something else, too. Although Buffy had caught him in bed with Chester, she remained ignorant of Xander's many trysts with her sometimes-boyfriend, Spike, which was just as well. He didn't need a jealous, pissed off Slayer on his hands. He preferred the sympathetic, consoling, friendly Buffy.
