Whoever Joyce sees next.

Joyce locked up for the night and drove over to Sunnydale High to pick up Dawn from band practice. Dawnie seemed fond of the new music teacher, Miss Devereaux. Joyce couldn't blame her -- Antoinette Devereaux was an enthusiastic young teacher, fresh out of college, and had the sexiest New Orleans accent... plus an ass tight enough to bounce quarters off of. Joyce felt herself juicing at the thought of planting butterfly kisses all over that smooth chocolaty skin, working her way between those silky thighs, and diving into that gorgeous muff... Joyce remembered Jenny saying that Toni Devereaux's boyfriend was still back east finishing his last year of school. Surely she could use some comfort now.

Fortunately Joyce only needed one hand for the steering wheel -- the other was quite busy. "Glad I don't drive stick," she said, and started to giggle.

When Joyce pulled up to the school Dawn was still in her band uniform, clarinet in one hand and shako in the other as she talked to Miss Devereaux. There were no other students around. "Perfect," Joyce thought. "Dawn, honey," she said as she got out of the car, "there's a problem with the hot water heater at home. Why don't you shower and change here? I'll keep Miss Devereaux busy."

"Sure, Mom," Dawn agreed, and headed off.

"Would you like some coffee?" Toni asked. "There's still some in the teachers' lounge."

"You read my mind," Joyce replied, and followed the younger woman into the building.

"Sorry about your water heater," Toni said, pouring two cups of somewhat stale coffee into Styrofoam cups.

"My water heater's fine," Joyce assured her, "I just said that to get you alone." With that she grabbed the young teacher and locked her into a deep kiss. Toni staggered back and fell into a battered sofa, with Joyce landing firmly atop her. One of Joyce's hands began unbuttoning the black woman's blouse while the other held the younger woman's head firmly in place.

"What-- what are--" Toni began when Joyce finally came up for air, but the cougar cut her off by thrusting the fingers of her right hand, still covered with the sweet remains of her masturbation session in the car, into the teacher's mouth.

Toni had never tasted a woman before -- she even made her boyfriend rinse out before kissing her after going down on her -- and so it came as quite a shock to her that it was the most wonderful flavor in the world. She knew instinctively what it was, and knew that she had to have more. How many times had she had the chance to taste girl like this, going back to junior high, and passed it up? No matter -- the only important thing, the only thing that mattered at all, was that she could make up for lost time now.

"Please," she moaned when Joyce pulled her fingers free, "please let me eat you."

"I want to eat you first," Joyce growled in reply.

At heart though both were reasonable women. The compromise solution was obvious, and they availed themselves of it. After hurriedly stripping each other down to their underwear (Toni's were black and gold like a proper Saints fan's should be) they settled into a 69 and ate each other to a series of loud, satisfying climaxes.

"I can't believe I waited so long to do that," Toni said after she caught her breath.

"Better late than never," Joyce replied. After two glorious sexual encounters in one evening, she felt all was right with the universe.

"So many sweet, innocent girls here," Toni said. "I won't let them make the same mistake I made." She looked fiercely determined, her youthful idealism channelled in a new direction. "I'm going to see to it that all these girls are introduced to the mysteries of Sappho, even if I have to lick every pussy in the building."

"Such sacrifice," Joyce said wryly.

"Well, it ain't exactly workin' a leper colony in Calcutta," Toni admitted, "but it needs doing."

"If you run for parent teacher association president on that platform you've got my vote," Joyce agreed, "just try to be discrete."

"Says the woman who made up some bullshit story about her hot water heater to get her daughter out of the way? That's gonna hold up about ten seconds when you get home."

Joyce shrugged. "Dawn'll understand. And it's not like she doesn't have plenty of practice keeping secrets."

"What do you mean?" Toni asked.

"She has gay friends," Joyce lied smoothly. Not even entirely a lie, since Dawn was fond of Willow and Tara, just not what Joyce had been talking about with Toni. She couldn't very well go on about witchcraft and vampires and mystical artifacts-- that triggered an idea, flitting about the edge of her subconscious, but the sight of Toni's camel toe distracted her enough to push it aside. "Dawn takes long showers. We probably have time for one more round before she gets back." Joyce dove back in.