Xander Harris came out of the staff locker room of his latest employer and into the main entrance of the gymnasium grimacing as he saw the little kids wandering around. He was only a week or two into this new job and already had grown a distaste for having to deal with little children. They were demanding, needy and loud particularly when they were near the pool. With it being the weekend, he knew he would have to deal with them. "Xander!" said a startled voice at seeing the young man. He turned and was surprised to see Joyce Summers standing there in simple sweats and casual wear with a gym bag slung over her shoulder.

"Hey Mrs Summers!" he exclaimed then noticed her arched eyebrow. "I mean Joyce," he blushed at little at using her first name. "I didn't expect you to be coming to this place."

Joyce laughed a little at that. I was cleaning out my wallet the other day and found a membership card. Turns out I have been a member since I moved to Sunnydale just lost the urge to come now, I'm trying to recapture it." She took in his polo shirt with the gym's logo and his swim shorts. "Do you work here?" She enquired trying to light and generally curious. Last she knew the young man was working as a pizza deliveryman.

"Not long," Xander stated before explaining further. "It was either this or selling some chocolate bars for some start-up company. That one looked good on paper but then I tried one… and let's just say even someone with my taste buds would say no. So, I went with this."

"Didn't figure you have much interest in sports," Joyce stated. Xander despite being in good shape (better than he had right to be) was never shown much interest in being a jock or an athlete at school from what she understood.

"Hey, I made the swim team!" Xander protested. "Got the t shirt and speedos somewhere. Perhaps I would have stayed had it not been a bad case of the fish monsters!" At her face he waved her off. "Long story lets just say I avoided the steam room and the pool after that episode," he shuddered slightly remembering nearly turning into some sort of fish creature.

"Huh!" she said staring at him wondering what other adventures and supernatural events he had seen. She shook off such questions and straightened up a little. "I just meant doesn't becoming a lifeguard mean you have to pass some exam or physical?"

"That you do, and I passed both" Xander smirked a little proud of himself. "I mean I didn't ace it but still a scrape over the finishing mark is still a pass!"

"Well congratulations," she offered generally pleased for the young man. It was certainly a better career choice than one of the last jobs he mentioned which was a sex phone line operator. Still the sight of him in front of her was… making her feel uneasy. It had been a few weeks since their last encounter when they like the rest of the town had no voice. They had spent part of that experience involved in a passionate embrace at her house such was the emotions running high. They had seen each other off the next day… after some more embraces in the morning. There had been no commitments or promises of anything more. It had been fun… a far cry for most of her life. "I… umm better get changed but it was good to see you again." And with that she headed to the changing rooms.

Xander watched her go for a moment before shaking his head and making his way to the pool. They had decided to play it fast and loose with their encounters. No planned meetings, no scheduled dates or anything like that. If they would meet or run into each other it was fate or the hellmouth. All that it had done was meant that they were apart. It would seem that the fate had decided to keep them apart as there had been no crossing each other's paths until now. She had her work and hobbies while he had been kept busy shuffling from job to job and helping the Scooby gang (although he increasingly kept feeling he was simply popping up the numbers.) So, they had not seen in other in several weeks and that was both okay with them. They both knew it couldn't work between them any relationship of any form but still they had fun… make that a lot of fun. Which was why he felt so guilty because it had felt so good. Joyce Summers was stunning, amazing and beyond incredible in the bedroom, not that he could ever tell another living soul such a thing. He had been barely able to think the next day after their last encounter about what they got up to.

'I am a horrible, horrible person' he then thought to himself as recalled that this was Buffy's mother he was thinking about. She was the mother to one of his closest friends and he was thinking about her in the context to her favourite porno… Not that Xander had a favourite porno. Or even...oh, who was he kidding? 'Bad Xander!' he shouted inwardly. 'And bad Little Xander!' he added to his crotch.

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Xander scowled as he exited the pool. This was the third time in ten minutes he had to fish out the little girl's inflatable toy and he had only started work ten minutes ago! He briefly wondered if Giles ever felt this fed up when dealing with him and the others but shook it off as he suspected he knew the answer. "Planning on giving it CPR?" a playful voice asked him, and he looked up to see Joyce standing before him. That was Joyce now standing in her swimsuit. Joyce looking great in a swimsuit. Joyce looking incredible swimsuit. Joyce looking… focus on being miserable Xander! He yelled at himself.

"No just planning stabbing it with a pin so I don't have to deal with it again!" He grimaced before turning to a small little red head. "Here you go," he said sweetly but with a hint of frustration to the child. "Try not to loose it again." The little girl barely let him finish speaking as she snatched it from his hand. "Not even a thank you or anything," he grumbled to himself.

"Such is the life of a working person have to deal with a lot of ungrateful people," Joyce told him with bitter experience.

"Yeah, true I am painfully getting familiar with that. Plus at least I get sit from time to time," he said gesturing to his lifeguard chair which gave him a good vantage point of the swimming pool. "Still, you have to stay alert though."

"No nodding off on the job?" Joyce teased the young man.

"Piff!" Xander scoffed pushing out his chest. "One must have the reflexes of a tiger and I'll have you know I'm in perfect condition. The peak of fitness, the height of-"

"Wetness?" Joyce smiled at him noting how wet he was and then tried not to notice the how the rest of the water began to form droplets on his chest and began to roll down his chest and towards his navel... well she *tried* not to notice. It was his fault really as here he was standing in front of her shirtless and wet and with muscles probably gained from helping her daughter slayer. Muscles she already felt under fingers and lips. She wouldn't admit it to anyone, but Xander did have a very exciting body. Why he always hid it under those baggy clothes, she would never know.

"Well, the wetness is a factor of the job, so I guess I have to take it," Xander blushed looking down at himself.

"Well soon I will be," she said then realised what she had just uttered. "I mean I will be as I will be swimming! I am going to be wet as I am going into the pool! To Swim in the pool!" She said quickly and panicked. Her panic was short lived when a child jumped into the pool next to them causing them to get soaked.

"Hey! Watch it!" Xander scowled at the little boy before blowing his whistle. Which seemed a little pointless now he had to admit. Turning away from the troublemaker he looked at Joyce who was now soaked thanks to the splash and had to look away as the woman's swimsuit was now wet and clinging in places.

"Well at least know the temperature of the water," she commented moving the wet hair from her face. "I think I will go simply and jump in."

"Good!" Xander offered quickly and the pair nodded to each other before heading off in opposite directions. He climbed up on his raised seat seeing Joyce go to the edge off the pool. Trying not to stare in her direction reminding himself that he was working after all he looked around the pool before turning his head back around just as Joyce had stepped up to the foot of the pool. And suddenly wondered why his mind was playing everything in slow motion. Baywatch style.

Xander stared for a moment. Then blinked. His mind went back to normal speed, but the image was still there.

He had been serious when he noticed how good Mrs Summers had looked in her bathing suit. Luckily, he'd managed to stop his mouth over taking his brain when he'd opened his eyes and first seen her and also the usual accompanying goldfish impression and/or a version of the Homer drool.

Now Joyce's swimming costume was now wet and therefore clinging to... well, just *clinging*. It wasn't as if it was *that* revealing, but it was a little low cut at the front and clinging to her front outlining her breasts... and... well Joyce had breasts. OK, *obviously* Joyce Summers had breasts as she was female. Xander knew that. He was aware she had breasts before they ever hooked up but now after they had hooked up when he had gotten a chance to kiss them, suck them, play with them, or admire them he could barely stop thinking about them. Them being a pair of breasts he knew that he shouldn't be thinking about. Breasts that he shouldn't be thinking about because she was his friend's mother!

Xander decided he should stop thinking about breasts. He was getting all confused. And possibly drooling. So, he closed his eyes, hoping that when he opened them again Joyce's breasts would just be things that were attached to her.

Jumping into the pool and swimming briefly underwater Joyce rose to the top glancing in Xander's direction as he used a towel on the highchair to dry himself off a little. This thing that she felt, this attraction or whatever it was, was causing her to go insane. She had caught him glancing down from her face to her breasts as she talked to him and as much as she wished she didn't feel anything couldn't help but feel arousal shoot inside her. It felt good having a good-looking man check her out. A woman loves to feel sexy, and Joyce Summers had felt anything but for a long time. Admiring glances even if it was from Xander of all people certainly helped her boost her ego. Which was part of the problem as he was a young man barely out of being a teenager, he had an excuse with all those hormones to chase anyone in a skirt. She was a desperate old woman who had clearly lost her mind in loneliness.

Focusing on her swimming she pushed herself through the water. The two times they had been together had excuses one being alcohol and the other being the stress of losing one's voice. Yes, true they had taken advantaged of both and fucked many times over but no she needed to be the adult here and keep her distance. Yes distance. Forget what had happened, cancel her gym membership, and sink deep in denial.

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Xander scratched aimlessly at an itch under his polo shirt as he walked down a corridor his shift had ended, and he was heading to get changed. Joyce had done her laps and left the pool earlier without a word it would seem. 'Well, I guess that is the way it has to be' the young man considered before letting out a yelp as someone grabbed him and pulled him into a cupboard. His protests were stopped when Joyce Summers grabbed him and covered his mouth in a hard and demanding kiss.

'Sinking in denial was a lot less fun than this' Joyce decided as she pulled him backwards into the supply cupboard quickly kicking the door shut and dragging him to the wall with her. Gnawing at his lips with hers, Joyce sighed into his mouth, satisfied that their lips were now as close as possible. Her tongue probed the young man's mouth, demanding entry to the warm moistness. He granted it, tilting his head back and letting her tongue duel with Joyce's in the most erotic dance. Their hands running over their bodies feeling each other's curves with need. She wanted him now. She felt empty, denied, and hungry as she felt the hardness of his erection through his shorts as he rubbed against her.

"Here?" he asked, his voice roughening, and his hands moving to caress her back and ass not really waiting for an answer.

"Here," she confirmed before pulling off his polo shirt and tossing it behind him.

His hands running down her front over her breasts causing her nipples to strain against her bathing suit, her hands caressing his chest and back desperate for the feel of his skin, his hand urgently undoing the knot on his shorts, her hands cupping him through his swim shorts, growling as he was released just enough to... she pushed the bottom of her bathing suit sideways... and Xander pulled her legs over his waist, positioned himself, and slammed into her in one hard stroke. The pair gasped as they become connected looking into each other's eyes. She wrapped her legs around his hips, locking her ankles and drawing him deep into her as he started to thrust.

'I'm so glad I started that yoga class last year' Joyce thought to herself as she tried to control her breathing. She could feel every curve, every ridge of his cock. His size felt perfect for her body, as if he curved to her body like he was meant for her. 'Now I really understand what the instructor meant about the joys of gaining flexibility and letting your body open.' The instructor had talked about improved control of the pelvic floor too, and she tried that out now, feeling her muscles contract obediently. She found herself clenching with every motion of his touch, loving the throbbing reaction she got every time her body closed around his.

"Joyce...damn..." Xander sighed, closing his eyes. She was so tight around him and so warm and wet. Xander grabbed her ass, palming it with a firm grip. She felt so snug around him that he could almost cry from the sensation alone. They were moving together now pushing and pulling against each other very aware that at any moment someone could walk in and catch them but at the same time the need for each other was overpowering. His voice was husky as he said, "You feel so good. Always so good!"

"I do feel so good when we do this," she confessed as she bent over him, licking the side of his neck until he shivered and thrust upward into her, harder, uncontrollably. She groaned, pressing the tips of her fingers to the small of the man's back, thrusting her hips against his. Her hard nipples pressed against his chest separated by her swimsuit as the pair speeded up. She racked her hands delicately over the firm skin of Xander's back and shoulders, feeling the soft skin, and how his toned muscles rippled beneath her fingertips as the young man twisted into her touch. She could feel the muscles in his back and torso ripple with each and every thrust.

"Make me come. Please make me come," Joyce moaned against him. This was not her and she knew it. But *that* Joyce Summers was still in her house. This Joyce Summers desired passion and lust with no rules. She needed the release of responsibility, at least for a little while. The soft cries became more frantic, each getting sloppier in their attempts to keep control. The room was filled with the sound of grunts and moans, and slapping bodies as he continued the torture on her, giving her all he had inside of him. They merged into one being, with the sole purpose of this act. Hard, short thrusts impaled Joyce over and over as she encouraged each and every one. Joyce's hands pressed greedily into Xander's back as she felt the first explosion begin to undo her. She bit his neck from crying out as she came hard against him and wall. He groaned aloud as he began to feel the first spasms through him, through her. Burying his head into her hair he grunted as instinct came over him; his sharp breaths matching hers one last time, feeling the release wash over him only seconds after her own.

The pair grunted and groaned as they spasmed against each other. Xander finally released her, and they stumbled down on the floor. Drawing breath Joyce looked in his direction and he simply smiled back at her. "Well, that was… unexpected!" He quipped trying to get his voice back.

"This does-" Joyce began quickly.

"Doesn't mean anything," Xander intoned, having heard the line before and expecting her to define things. It was clearly a Summers's trait to have everything described and controlled. "Yeah, I know. It's just nice."

"Yeah," Joyce whispered. "Nice." They were silent for a few moments, Joyce's fingers gently rubbing against Xander's hand.

"Hmm," Joyce said with a tired kind of smile. "I was thinking that, uh, now that I know about your new job...Maybe we could celebrate."

Xander raised an eyebrow. "Celebrate? How?"

"You could...Come over… tonight," Joyce bit her lip a little as the words came out of her mouth.

"Yeah?" Xander said before asking her. "What would that mean?"

"Nothing," Joyce said quickly before giving him a big smile. "Just like last time."

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Xander looked around the street outside Mrs Summers's house a little nervous. Was he meant to bring flowers or chocolates? He didn't really know if there were any rules to whatever this was. The rule he had figured out by himself was not to raise questions so had parked his car a couple of blocks away and had walked to Joyce's home. He reached the house and knocked but there was no answer. Joyce was already home judging by her car and as a result of his parking had a head start on him and had reached the house before him but still no answer as he knocked again. He frowned when he found the door unlocked and stepped outside. "Mrs Summers?" he said before cursing at the use of her second name. "I mean Joyce?" He called out.

"Upstairs," came the reply in a sing song tone and he wandered up the stairs towards her bedroom in search of her. What he saw when he found her stopped him in his tracks. Once he had said that he preferred his women in spandex, and he had no doubt that she would look good in such an outfit but here she was informing him that spandex wasn't always the answer. She was standing there in the doorway to her bedroom slightly posing for his benefit while wearing a gift from the gods. A lace trim satin slip nightdress and a hungry expression on her face. Utterly captivated and at her mercy he walked forward to her Xander caught Joyce's lower lip with his teeth, biting her softly. Her mouth clung to his for endless seconds, gladly accepting such punishment. They had perfected the ways to pleasure each other with their lips and they used this knowledge now, compiling one sensuous kiss after another. He licked the bite he'd left on her lip before breaking off the kiss. "Do you have any idea what you do to me?" Xander reached for one of Joyce's hands and drew it down to the heat and steel of his throbbing cock.

"Of course. I own you," she whispered against his lips so possessively. "You belong to me." She cupped him gently, letting her palm warm, and in turn be warmed by, his excitement - his desire for her. It was hard to believe she had this effect on him - it had been so long since she'd felt desirable enough to have this sort of effect on anyone. The nun known as Sister Joyce Summers won't be wearing her wimple tonight nor much of anything for that matter, neither will a certain pool lifeguard. She pulled Xander to her and kissed him hungrily. He wrapped his arms around her and returned the kiss with gusto wanting her again with passion. She opened her mouth to him, and Xander slid his tongue along hers. He felt her hands slide down his chest and grab at the bottom of his sweater, pulling it up. She broke the kiss and Xander lifted his arms as Joyce pulled his sweater T-shirt over his head, throwing it, it was already forgotten as she released it. Pushing him slightly away she beckoned him to take off his shoes and socks which he did so a little embarrassed about the fact one of his socks had a hole in them. Joyce just shook her head smiling at how very Xander it was before pushing the young man onto the bed climbing into his lap pinning the young man underneath full of intent to devour him.

Xander moaned as she undid his belt and slide it away undoing his jeans. He couldn't help but keep himself from groaning as he watched this beauty pull his jeans off. His shorts were next decided that there was nothing in all the world would top the predatory look Joyce was giving him right now in terms of sheer sexiness as she slid off her nightgown leaving her naked as he was. His cock absolutely throbbed in anticipation.

"There are so many sinfully sexy, naughty, make-your-toes-curl kind of things I want to say to you," Joyce told him in a low sexy voice. "But I'm going to keep it simple and just say I'm going to fuck you all night. Okay?"

His fragile voice quivered and shook like a cornfield scarecrow in the eye of a tornado. "Whatever works for you." The last bastion of coherent thought in his head evaporated into thin air when suddenly his cock was engulfed in warmth and wetness as she grasped his cock and took inside her pussy. They both groaned as they became connected at the lower level. She thrust against him hard determined that after this he would never even look at another woman wanting to ruin for the rest of the female population ever. This was so unlike her. So dramatic and untamed but yet she could not help herself. Could not control it and did not want to. The feel of him, the emotions, the thrill, and the drive to reach her peak was something she craved and enjoyed. Why deny oneself something that felt so good? He gasped and groaned holding her hips as she moved against him taking in the sight of her upper body. From her mouth-watering breasts to her wild hair and sexy expression she was an awesome sight. Unlike anything he ever imagined.

"I think… Oh god yes! I need… to kiss you now," he managed to get out. She just nodded as she slowed slightly lowering herself to his head as she touched her lips to his. It was a whisper soft touch and was over in a moment. She pulled back and before he could process the first kiss, she crushed her mouth to his for the second. There was nothing soft or gentle about it and both of them opened their mouths wider as their tongues began touching and tasting as much as possible before their imminent joining.

"You are amazing!" Xander said in between kisses.

"Quiet," she told him. "I'm not done breaking you." She ran her nails across his chest as he grabbed her ass and squeezed in a rhythmic motion. Soon, she resumed moving herself up and back down again in a fairly even motion. He continued to push up into her-his thrusting equalling the strength of her motions, careful not to be too gentle, or too rough. Joyce knew he was letting her set the pace and she slamming down harder. He responded in kind, and it seemed he was going deeper with each upward motion until suddenly, any control she thought she had disappeared. All she could do was thrust down as hard as possible, fucking him until he begged her to stop.

Even then, she had no intention of stopping.

They rocked together pushing each other over the edge until the sensation of his cock driving deep inside her overpowered her nervous system and her body shifted into overdrive. She shrieked involuntarily as her whole being celebrated a truly amazing orgasm. Xander gripped her ass as she bounced hard on her, concentrating on her orgasm, twisting her hips, lifting up slow, fucking down fast. She took shorter strokes now, not wanting this unbelievably full feeling to end. Xander slammed her up and down on his cock, loving how hot and wet she was, how tight she felt wrapped around him. The contractions gripped him as he continued pumping and her constant low moaning soon sent him over the edge. He came, calling her name, spilling into her in hard spurts as she finished her own climax.

Xander's arms went loose around Joyce's body as she fell against his chest clinging to him tightly, with her head buried in his neck. She rocked forward a bit more as he slowly softened within her. Another low moan escaped her throat.

"Joyce?" he panted.

"Mmmmm..." she uttered unable to form words still shivering from post-coital disorientation.

"I think I might just thank my boss for giving you a membership at the pool!"

She smiled against his skin. "You just saying that because you saw me in my swimsuit."

"Well you aren't wrong about that," Xander admitted laughing a little as he ran his hands through her hair. It took slightly longer to slip through his fingers before speaking up. "You're magnificent." She didn't say anything. He leaned down and crooked his head to see if she was awake. She was. "You want to go to sleep now?"

He felt her contract her muscles against him as she raise her head to meet his gaze and pulled his head into a deep kiss. Slow, full of tongue and not platonic at all before pulling back to talk to him. "We stay in bed, Xander. But I'm not sleeping for quite some time. If I'm tired, I will drive red hot nails in my side to make sure I'm up."

"Didn't realise you had a violent streak," he said running his hands over her back.

"I once used a fire axe on Spike," she replied casually.

"That's right! I heard about that!" Xander replied enthusiastically. "Wish I could have been around to see that!"

"But you are going to be around to see me model my swimwear for you," she purred at him knowing that would drive him up the mental wall. Xander couldn't look very happy about that sporting an expression that was similar to a child at Christmas who had been a good boy all year. The pair started to make out after that and despite having to put up with kids around the pool Xander was happy that he had chosen working there than working as a salesman for some crappy chocolate company.