CHAPTER THIRTEEN

After being enhanced by those two I felt incredible. I walked directly to Buffy's house to give Joyce her armband. I reached the place and ringed the doorbell.

"Xander, you are back already?" Joyce asked me and let me enter without asking me if I wished to do so. She learned not to invite anyone inside. I was happy to see she was careful.

"Yes I am Mrs. S. Here, take this armband. We will need to wear them when we, you know…do it." I explained. "They will enable the energy transfer between us."

She sat down in the chair and I joined her. "How do we know when I am fixed?"

I sighed. "According to them you will feel the urge to have sex with me as long as you are not okay. Also our finish will feel different too."

Joyce reddened and I fought the urge to run. It was so freaky and embarrassing to talk about such things with her.

"I have to go now Mrs. S. Umm…you will call me when you need me, right?"

Joyce looked away from me. "Xander, to be honest I am not sure I can go through with this. It just doesn't feel right."

I placed my hand on her shoulder in comforting gesture. "I know that you feel that way Mrs. S. I understand. But we can't let you get hurt over this stupid feeling of embarrassment or propriety. I can't let you get hurt. I promised Buffy to keep you safe. I intend to do what is right, not what is convenient."

I left her there alone because I could not stand to argue with her. She was being stubborn and prudish. I felt frustrated that I got her in such a situation at all. I should have been more observant. I was not so I had to do what I had to do.

***

I spent next three days trying out my enhanced body. It felt as if I was twice as powerful as before. I noticed I could last longer using chakra and jutsus. I wasn't sure how much I've improved but it was noticeable. During patrols I fought a few vampires and almost didn't have to use the Sharingan. My enhanced reflexes were good enough to go against them one on one without it, just a little chakra and that was all I needed.

The call came on the third evening, right before I was to go on another patrol. It was Joyce, and she sounded agitated. Her voice sounded rough and her breathing was erratic.

"Xander, please I can't…"

I dropped the phone and hurried to her house. It took me good twenty minutes on foot and I run fast. She let me in as soon as I showed up.

"What's wrong Mrs. S?" I asked in worried tone. I noticed her flushed cheeks and deep breaths. She wore her bathing coat, you know that fluffy thick thing in red color that was so great to wear after bath. Cordy had one nice white I liked to take off of her.

She twitched and looked downwards in embarrassment. "I…I tried to ignore this, I really did. But it just doesn't want to go away."

I understood what she meant. To be simple, she was horny as hell and she needed the release. "It's okay Mrs. S. That's why I am here, to help you get better."

"I know! But it's not okay Xander. I am so much older than you and it's not appropriate for us. And you have a girlfriend you love. How can this be all right?" She cried in frustration.

"It's too late to be angry Mrs. S. I know that it feels wrong, but how can saving your life be wrong? I made a mistake and I will fix it. Think, how would Buffy react if she knew that you could have saved yourself and didn't do it just because of some barely existent moral issue?"

Joyce went silent at my words and I felt she was finally able to accept what must happen.

"She would hit me like a fool I am." Joyce spoke and faced me straight. She approached me and leaned in and our lips met, slowly, softly.

It was weird being kissed by her, but it felt nice and I returned the gesture. Her tongue intercepted mine and they danced around each other. Joyce pressed her body in mine and I automatically reacted by hugging her and caressing her back. We parted after a while and she looked really excited. The spell had her and I was excited as well.

"Call me Joyce Xander." She spoke in that rough voice that carried so much passion and arousal. My dick hardened immediately.

The next bout of kissing was more urgent and rougher, we were losing that thin veneer of civilization that all people wore. I begun kneading her buttocks. They were still firm and plump, just the way I dreamed. Yeah, I did have dreams of banging Joyce before. Who wouldn't?

Then came her smell. It assaulted my sensitive nostrils, I knew she was getting wet between her legs. But now I could smell it all over her body, in her breath and sweat. I realized that my enhancement made me more aware of female body and state. Joyce moaned in pleasure as I caressed her skin and her coat fell, revealing she had only her cotton panties on. Her bra was missing. Her tits were nice and inviting and I used my hands to squeeze and massage those fine mounds.

Her breath hitched when I started to work on her perky nipples, so rosy and seductive. I could not resist. I abandoned her mouth and neck and started to lick her tits. It was great.

Her white breasts were tasty, and I played my tongue over them and then eagerly started to suck them strongly between my lips. I nibbled on her nipples, the sucked th whole tit at once, hard. It drove me nuts to suck her like that, and she was trashing in my arms from pleasure.

Joyce wasn't idle either. Her strong fingers caressed my shoulders and back, and her left hand snaked down between my legs and expertly fished out my cock. She rubbed it slowly and started to drive up it's length from bottom to tip. Her fingers enticed it to it's full length and Joyce smiled. "Oh , my you have something really nice there."

She gasped in pleasure as my hand crawled between her legs and caressed her pussy. I slowly massaged the wet area and played with her outer lips. Joyce squeezed my dick in response and spread her thighs eagerly.

"I need to see you naked Xander, please." She moaned.

I let go of her and took off my clothes quickly. She was now sitting on the couch and I closed in on her with my big erect member swinging slightly. She took it and begun squeezing and pumping. "Look at you, so big and thick. I am going to love fucking you Xander." She spoke passionately. I was too immersed in her hand work to say anything.

I let out a moan when she licked the head and started to suck it slowly. Her head bobbed up and down as her mouth worked like crazy. She sucked and her tongue licked driving me nuts. She was better than Cordy.

My dick occasionally escaped her devil mouth but she would always start sucking it again.

Then she grabbed my ass with her hands and started to suck like mad. It was a torture and a pleasure at once. Her head moved very fast and my balls tightened. She had her hand on them and sensed my climax; she took it all in her mouth as my sperm burst out. I sagged slightly as she eagerly sucked on my dick and drank my load. I felt myself harden again as she licked my cock clean and she even took care of the sperm that dribbled down her chin.

Joyce smiled as she watched my cock harden again. She leaned back on the couch and spread her legs wide. She moved her panties aside and showed me her pinkish pussy.

"Fuck me now Xander, as much as you like."

She did not have to say it again, I was on her in a flash and showing my cock in her hot pussy. I started to pound in her, fast and strong. She caressed my back eagerly and urged me to continue. "Ohhhh, ahhhh, yes…keep it up Xander. You are doing just fine, ohh, fuck me, yeeees!"

I swear I almost came again. I admit I liked it when a woman urges me to screw her, Cordelia was good at it too. I was surprised that Joyce was the same.

Joyce started to move her hips slightly in circular fashion to increase the friction between us. My pleasure increased as I penetrated in her hole. She even controlled her pussy to squeeze my cock better, her lovemaking skills were great.

As the minutes passed I realized why she hurried to suck me off first. I was still hard and not ready to come again. Yet I sensed her first climax after twenty minutes, and another twenty passed and we still fucked like bunnies.

I sensed her body now and adjusted my motions; what a strange sensation it was. It was like more than my cock was in her, it was as if I had sort of feelers in her body able to sense her needs as if they were mine, yet not.

She sighed and moaned and I followed my instinct and started to fuck her hard and I pressed in her to make our pelvises rub each other and she eagerly responded by encircling my waist with her legs and squeezing my ass and pulling it to herself.

I felt her flutter and I sensed that she was to come again. I started to fuck even faster and she spread herself more to allow me a better access. She screamed in pleasure as her orgasm assaulted her in multiple waves and I came too riding on her climax. Our sweat mixed and so did our sex juices, sloppily and wetly at our front and between our thighs.

I felt a strange drain and I collapsed on top of Joyce, a strange mental fog enveloped me. I don't now how long I was out of it, but it was pleasant and numbing sensation. Like being drugged I guess.

When I awoke, it was like being awakened from a long and pleasant slumber. My body would not move and I was next to Joyce who seemed in the same blissful relaxed state.

When my eyes refocused, she was smiling. She kissed me and caressed my hip and squeezed my ass fondly.

"Wow, this was fantastic. Half an hour orgasm, I didn't expect that." She commented. She sounded like an eager girl too.

My brain went on line. "The spell must have worked. You look like you are on sugar high Mrs. S."

She smiled and pecked me on the nose. "I feel great. And call me Joyce."

I grinned. "Sorry, it's a habit."

She grinned back. "I'll forgive you if you are able to go again." My eyes widened as her hand sneaked down between my legs and started to work on my member. I leaned into her and grabbed her tits. "I think I will manage."

***

Three weeks later I was lying in the bed with Joyce. We slept together almost every other night, normally in her bed. She could hardly sleep in my bed, I don't think my parents would have agreed to it.

We 've spent most of the previous evening having sex. Right now she was sleeping. I wasn't so tired, my stamina was greater then ever. I watched nude Joyce as she slept and sighed. She was still pretty, despite being forty.

I was thinking about Cordelia. I missed her badly. I mean, I liked sleeping with Joyce. She was experienced and very eager to please. She even asked me to do her ass too, which was a miracle for me. She even promised to talk with Cordy about it, as a favor to me. I almost cried when I heard it.

I noticed her breathing, it changed. She was awake, yet would not look at me.

"Good morning." I said.

Joyce turned around and let me see her face. And tits too. I liked her tits. "You don't miss much, don't you?" She asked.

I shrugged. "Can't be helped Joyce. Why were you pretending to be asleep?"

She sighed. "I hate goodbyes. I hate being left alone. And I wanted to avoid our goodbye. I felt it would be too awkward for us."

"Why?"

"You know it Xander. There is no need for us to pretend. I stopped needing this a few days ago. Please forgive me for deceiving you that I needed you still."

"Ah, that. I wondered why our orgasms felt less intense lately."

She raised her eyebrows. "Is that all you have to say? I admitted to using you without cause and you just say that?"

I shrugged again. " What do you want me to say? That I am mad at you? That I hate you?"

She sighed. "I would have preferred it. I'm sorry, I just find it hard to let go of us, of this. You have no idea how much I missed having a lover. Ever since my husband left, I had no one. You made me feel young and desirable. I desired you, I really do even now. I want you to keep coming to me. It's a horrible thing, but I can't deny it. I hate you for it as well. Do you understand me?"

I nodded. "I think so. I know you are older than me, more mature and complex. I don't feel angry at you. I feel angry with myself, for letting this happen. I miss my girl and I feel guilty for cheating on her. I feel ashamed for thinking of myself, when you also have your own needs and problems. I just don't know how to respond. I do know I cannot fulfill your needs. I like you very much, I loved being with you."

"But you love Cordelia, don't you?" Joyce asked. I nodded mutely. She leaned closer to me and placed her palm on my cheek. "You see Xander, this is why I tried to avoid sleeping with you. As an adult it was my obligation to avoid such situations. I am so much older, and yet even I fell in this stupid trap of feelings I shouldn't have. And I feel it so hard, this selfish desire to keep you with me. I felt things you are not yet ready to feel, not for some time. That is why adults can't be with younger people, we don't have the same depth of emotional involvement. You don't feel the same way like I do, I know it. Yet I find myself picturing you as if you do. Do you know what that means?"

"I don't, not really. I think you want me to respond to you on the same level, to love you as a man who wants to be with you always? To marry you?"

Joyce nodded. "You see? Even after saying it, you don't really believe it-because you can't even imagine such strong connection with me. I am ashamed to admit, I can. It's embarrassing you know, there was one day when I found myself thinking about coming back from work and making us a dinner. Then we would sleep together. I used to think like that when I was married you know. I placed such role on you, to fulfill my need for a husband, for a lover."

I remained silent. I realized she was right, we were not equally involved in this relationship. I could not be what she wanted, I wasn't even remotely capable or willing. To be honest I wanted to run away from such responsibility. I was seventeen, almost eighteen. There was no way I was mature enough to assume such roles. I could barely handle my relationship with Cordy. It was simple with her, most of the time because we didn't have such big expectations. I was comfortable with being her boyfriend.

Joyce must have read my face because she smiled and rose from the bed. I felt distant stirring in my loins at her appearance. She dressed up and looked at me. "Come on Xander, we'll have a nice breakfast downstairs."

I followed her down and she made us eggs, bacon some juice and pancakes. As we ate she observed me with amused expression. "You sure can eat a lot Xander. Do you like my food?"

I grinned. "I need the energy Joyce. And you do know I love your cooking. You're the best."

She laughed happily. "I appreciate your gratitude." Joyce got serious again. "I guess this is our last time together Xander, like this. Tell me, will you be able to come here and behave as if nothing happened between us?"

I looked at her. "I don't know. I think I will have to, or Buffy is going to tear my arms off and beat me to the death with them. And I wouldn't be able to look at Cordy again. I really don't want her to find out."

Joyce drank her juice slowly. "Wouldn't she understand the reason for it? That you were helping me."

"I don't know. I think she would accept it, but she would never trust me again. I really love her Joyce. I don't want to lose her."

Joyce nodded. "I understand that. That is why we will keep quiet about this and behave as if nothing happened. In time, I think we will be all right. I just want you t know that I am so grateful for your companionship. I felt so lonely lately, but you helped me get over it a little."

I felt an urge to go find Hank Summers and bash his face in. That son of a bitch hurt her, he cheated on her and left her alone with troubled daughter. He cast her aside as an old rag. That's why Joyce was so vulnerable and clingy. In a way, Buffy was the same I realized. Only Joyce was grown up and had a better handle on her behavior.

So I kissed Joyce deeply and smiled as we separated. "You know, I will always be there for you Mrs. S. For you and for Buffy. You can count on me."

She jumped up and hugged me. "Thank you Xander. I appreciate your concern. Please go now, before I start crying. I hate being so emotional."

I did as she asked and walked away in the morning sunlight that was streaming from the sky. I swore to stand by her and all my friends. No matter the cost.