Dear Buffy
by John O'Connor 
Disclaimer: "Buffy The Vampire Slayer" and "Angel The
Series" and their characters are the property of Joss
Whedon and Mutant Enemy. This story is for
entertainment purposes only and no money exchanged
hands. No copyright infringement is intended. The
original characters, situations, and story are the
property of the author.
Summary: After learning of Joyce's passing, Cordy
writes to Buffy.
Spoilers for BTVS ep "The Body".
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‘Dear Buffy,
‘I wish I could convey how horrible I feel for you
now.  Losing someone as loving and supportive as your
mother...  I just can't imagine how much pain you must
be feeling.  I wish I could help in some way.
‘All I can say is that I will miss your mother too.  I
don't know if she told you but she became a major part
of my life during our senior year.  She was kind and
supportive and...  I loved her too.  And I will miss
her.’
* * * * * *
The little bell tinkled as the front door of
Sunnydale's art gallery was opened.  Joyce Summers
looked up hoping for a customer.  It had been a slow
week.
"You looked disappointed to see me," Cordelia Chase
said as she flounced up to the counter, her
cheerleader outfit adding a glaring flash of school
colors to the more restrained decor.
Joyce quickly shook her head, "No, honey.  It's not
that.  I was just hoping you were a customer..."
"Sales still down?  That sucks."  Cordy went over to a
small figure carved out of dark wood.  "What's this?"
"An African love fetish.  It was hand-carved from teak
from the Congo region."
The figure was a pencil-thin woman with very large,
pointed breasts and a jutting buttocks.  She stood
looking up with her arms outspread.
"Baby got back," Cordy giggled as she hefted the
figure.  "She'll need support when she's older or
those babies will be bumping her knees."
"Cordelia, please.  I love how much help you've been
around here but..."
In truth, Cordy had been a big help to Joyce.  She had
a knack for sales and how to display merchandise to
the public.  And, while she knew little about antique
tribal art, she did know more about modernistic
western art and the occasional antiques that came into
the shop than anyone at Sunnydale High could've
guessed.
Venturing into the gallery on a whim late in the
summer, Cordy had been fascinated by it all.  When she
found out the owner was the mother of her nemesis, she
decided to hang out there more often, if only to
irritate Buffy.
But the second time she came in, she realized she
hadn't said anything to Buffy, Xander, or Willow.  Or
any of the Cordettes.  Somehow, without being
consciously aware of it, Cordy knew this could be her
own private sanctuary from the rigors of being the
queen bee of the high school and the all-too-often
absence of her own parents.
Now, several weeks later, Cordy found herself really
looking forward to going by the gallery and hanging
with Joyce.  Today she cut practice short just to come
into the shop.
"That piece is over a hundred years old and quite
valuable, Cordelia."
Joyce reached out to take the statue from Cordy and
their fingers brushed.  A strong electric shock passed
from one to the other then back.
Both women gripped the statue in their surprise.
Cordy's fingers being held by Joyce's soft but strong
hand.
The two stared at each other without knowing what to
say.  Their gazes showed each felt the same unspoken
need.  The desire for the other woman.
Joyce had experimented in college with her roommate.
And once had agreed to a threesome with Hank as one of
their last-ditch efforts to save their marriage.
In each case, she thoroughly enjoyed the other woman.
In the case of the threesome, poor Hank got off early
and was left limp and watching his wife and his
secretary making love on their bed.
But much as she enjoyed the activities themselves and
relished the memories, Joyce'd never felt the need for
a woman so strongly.
And Cordelia, who had experimented with French kissing
with Harmony, felt herself becoming so aroused she
couldn't think straight.
'Think straight? Hardly!'
The younger woman giggled at that thought even as she
realized that Xander had been right when he said Joyce
was definitely a MILF.  She had hit the poor teenager
when he explained the term but now she couldn't agree
with him more.
The older blonde and the younger brunette moved closer
to each other.  Cordy's free hand tangled in the curly
blonde hair as she pulled Joyce closer to her mouth.
Joyce ran the backs of her fingers across Cordy's soft
cheek just before their lips met in an open-mouthed
kiss.
For a second, they merely shared their breath.  Then
Cordelia slipped her tongue into Joyce's mouth just as
Joyce was pushing her tongue forward.
The two supple muscles met and slid alongside each
other - each exploring, caressing and thrilling the
other.  The dancing tongues moved from Joyce's mouth
to Cordy's and back.
The two women were practically fused at the lips as
they shared their passion, need, and hunger for
several long moments.
Finally, Joyce pulled back, panting heavily.  Her face
was flushed and her expression was a mix of surprise
and lust.
Cordy was equally winded, her breaths coming rapidly
and deeply.  She felt flushed as well but even more
she wanted this woman in front of her.
The love fetish was still held firmly by both women,
unnoticed.
"Joyce...I want you.  I need you."
"Oh Cordelia..." Joyce sighed.  "I shouldn't.  You're
a teenager and..."
Cordy grinned wickedly, "And you still want me, don't
you?"
Joyce hesitated, licked her lips then nodded.  Her
light curls caught the light as they bounced.
"Then let's go in back and...discuss this."
Joyce nodded again.  Then she looked down and saw the
statue.  "I need to put this down before..."
Cordy released the statue and stepped forward.  She
pressed her lips to Joyce again, her tongue just
teasing along the woman's closed mouth.  "I'll just be
in back..."
Joyce nodded and licked her lips again as her eyes
followed the younger woman's tight ass into the back.
Then she took another shuddering breath, set the
statue back in place and went to check the front door.
"Well, it's not closing time yet but..." Joyce mused
aloud as she flipped the lock and turned the sigh so
"Sorry...We're Closed" faced the outside.
As she walked towards the back of the store, she
glanced at the statue.  'Could it have...  Nah!' she
thought as she went to her lover.
'Not everything that happens in Sunnydale is
supernatural, after all,' Joyce thought.  And she was
quite correct in this case.
The room in back held an antique French desk and a
small dresser that she used for her 'office'.   With a
large mirror, these were pieces from a set of 16th
century antiques Joyce couldn't part with once the
consignment was delivered.  And, fortunately she had
gotten it for such a low price that the sale of the
balance of the consignment made up for her
self-indulgence.   The mirror was set across the room
from the desk and an old, comfortable couch.
Cordy had already settled on the couch.  Joyce was
thrilled and a bit alarmed to see that the young
brunette had tossed her cheerleader panties on her
desk.
In a very Sharon Stone-ish manner, Cordy crossed her
legs, her bare mound easy to see under the short,
brightly-colored skirt.  Joyce found herself
swallowing nervously as she gazed at the damp flesh
between the teen's thighs.
Joyce fell to her knees before the younger girl and
leaned forward, kissing Cordelia.  This kiss was as
passionate as the first in the gallery.
Both women felt their heads spin and their pulses race
as they thrilled to the feeling of the other's tongue
caressing them.
With both hands now free, Joyce began to fondle the
cheerleader.  One hand combed through the long, dark
hair and the other started on Cordy's neck with a
gentle caress.  This moved to her shoulder and down
over the large, covered breasts under the cheerleader
garb, pleased to find the girl didn't bother with a
bra that afternoon.
Cordy's hands were busy too.  One was twined in the
dark blond locks, holding Joyce's face to hers.  The
other had moved down to grasp the woman's firm, round
ass.
Thrilling to the feel of the girl's hand on her ass
and the girl's nipple poking through the soft cotton
jersey, Joyce sucked on Cordelia's tongue, holding it
in her mouth as she stroked it with her own tongue.
Cordelia pulled Joyce's body to her, holding the older
woman tightly to her as she moaned into Joyce's mouth.
  The woman's mouth on hers and her thumb pressing
Cordy's hard nipple was making her wetter than she
ever had been.  The eighteen-year old had never been
this turned on in her young life.
As they kissed and kissed again, portions of clothing
slowly made their way to the floor or Joyce's nearby
desk.  After several minutes, Cordy was sitting on the
couch, completely naked but for the cheerleader skirt.
  Joyce knelt before her, her damp panties the only
clothing she still retained.
Joyce relinquished Cordy's luscious mouth and began to
lick the girl's large breasts.  She buried her face in
between them, kissing the skin of Cordy's cleavage.
Then, using her tongue, Joyce licked a spiral path up
on breast, kissing and suckling the firm flesh.
At the apex of Cordy's tit, she licked several teasing
circles around the dark areola before licking the very
tip of her now rock-hard nipple.
As Joyce suckled and licked one breast, her fingers
were toying and pinching the other hard nipple.  Then
she moved back into Cordy's valley and repeated the
teasing, circular path to the treasure at the peak of
the girl's other breast.
For several long, delirious minutes, Joyce feasted on
one breast then the other.  The more she sucked, the
more she wanted.
Cordy had always been proud of her ample endowments
but never really understood what the attraction was to
men.  The boys she had dated, who she allowed to even
touch her breasts, were clumsy and inept.  The
teenager rarely got more than pain from pinching
fingers.
Joyce, on the other hand, knew what she was doing and
Cordy was thoroughly enjoying the woman's mouth and
fingers exploring her chest.  No boy had ever gotten
her wet between her legs when they were mauling her.
"Oh Joyce..." Cordelia moaned, her head thrown back as
she cradled the woman's head to her.  "So good.  Soo
gooood..."
Knowing she could probably get the girl off just by
what she was doing, Joyce did want more.  And she knew
Cordelia would enjoy that even more.
The hand that had been needlessly supporting the
breast Joyce was suckling moved down.  The fingertips
grazed softly over the flat stomach, tickling the
girl's navel causing Cordy's moan to mix with a
giggle.
The moan resumed when those fingers lightly ran along
the inside of the girl's thigh.  Then along the other.
  Each time, the hand stopped just as Joyce felt the
heat radiating from Cordy's center.
With just her index finger, Joyce traced the outer
edge of the girl's labia.  The spongy flesh was almost
hot to the touch and dappled with Cordy's essence.
The finger traced up one lip and down the other, then
just the tip slipped between the lips.
'This girl's on fire!' Joyce thought.
As the older woman thought that, she began to lick
down from Cordy's cleavage until she reached the
girl's navel.  Her tongue moved in a circle around the
depression then pushed inside.
Joyce slowly thrust her tongue in and out several
times.  Cordy shuddered as this was happening.
Joyce squatted on her heals and lifted the cheerleader
skirt to get a close look at Cordelia's sex.
The labia were engorged and the girl's dew was
sparkling in the small triangle of hair above the
slit.
"So pretty," she muttered.
Leaning forward, Joyce inhaled the musky aroma of
Cordy's arousal.  'Mmmm...' was her sole thought.
The older woman leaned in and began to collect the
stray droplets in Cordy's pubic thatch with her
tongue.  The taste was much as she remembered it but
it seemed fresher somehow.
'Just my imagination,' Joyce decided as she thoroughly
explored the girl's fur.
After combing through the tight curls with her tongue,
Joyce traced the outline of the fur from the top of
the neatly trimmed triangle, down one side, to come
upon her real goal.
Teasingly, she blew on Cordy's wetness then teasingly
ran the tip of her tongue along the outer labia as she
had with her fingers.  Joyce traced the outer lips,
tasting fresh muskiness, then slipped her tongue into
Cordy's wet heat.
Cordy was moaning and groaning, mainly inarticulate
sounds with only occasional "Oooo Joyccccce..."
utterances.  She had never felt anything like this.
The young woman had thought the sensations when Joyce
was sucking on her breasts was the single best feeling
ever.  That was soon eclipsed by the woman's eager,
questing tongue on and in Cordy's sex.
"Ooooo..." Cordy sighed, her hands twined in Joyce's
curly tresses.  "Sooo good!  Ooooh Joyssss..."
As the woman's named faded into a sibilant hiss, Joyce
smiled as she continued to taste and enjoy Cordelia.
She could feel the wet heat pulsate around her tongue.
  When she probed deeper into the girl's sex, she
quickly found Cordy's special spot.  As her tongue
touched that point, Cordy squealed loudly.
Joyce ran her tongue tip over that spot again and felt
the girl's passage tighten around her probing tongue.
She had brought Cordy her first lesbian orgasm as the
head cheerleader screamed her orgasm into the air.
Joyce didn't let up but renewed her assault on the
girl's labia, drawing the succulent lips into her
mouth.  From the edge of her vision, she could see
Cordelia's clitoris pushing out of it's protection.
She smiled around the girl's lips as she eyed her next
target.
Cordy was moving her hips up and down as Joyce
continued to tongue her.  Her back still arched, she
wanted to tell Joyce to stop but, after her orgasm,
she had no ability to form words.
When Joyce began to suck on her lower lips, she fell
back onto the couch.  Her hips continued to move up
and down and to the side but Joyce's mouth would not
relinquish her prey.
A few moments work and Cordy didn't want her to.  Her
hips continued to move but now it was from the renewed
pleasure she was feeling.
After nibbling on the girl's tasty netherlips, Joyce
moved her mouth up and captured the little morsel
throbbing above.
As soon as Joyce's mouth surrounded her bud, Cordy
groaned loudly, "Nnnnnngooooddd Jooooycccceee!!!"
Gently at first, then with slowly increasing vigor,
Joyce suckled the nubbin.  She held it very lightly
with her teeth as her tongue flicked the head then
caressed the very short length of the organ.
As Cordy quaked under her oral treatment, Joyce added
one more stimulus.  She ran a finger between the
girl's tight asscheeks and caressed her anus, pushing
lightly against the tight muscle.
Cordy couldn't take any more.  Her body lifted and
locked rigidly as her new orgasm exploded through her
body.  Her squeals echoed in the small room and out
into the gallery.
The girl finally fell back onto the couch, limp as a
rag doll.  Her breathing was labored, more so than any
athletic endeavor she had ever attempted.
Copious amounts of the teen's nectar flowed out and
over Joyce's tongue into her mouth.  She swallowed all
she received and was thrilled that she had caused such
wonderful sensations for her young friend.
'And lover?' she wondered as she savored the last
salty-sweet drops.
Joyce dropped that line of thought and pulled back for
a moment before gently, sweetly kissing Cordy's thighs
then the flat, though heaving abdomen above her pubic
fur.
Finally the teenager sat up straighter and looked down
at her pleasurer who's face shone with Cordy's own
essence.  "My God...  I don't...  I..."
Words failing her, the brunette pulled the older
blonde up and kissed her hard and passionately.  Her
tongue spoke volumes to Joyce as it invaded the
woman's mouth.
"That's me?" Cordy asked after she finally,
reluctantly broke the kiss.  Joyce nodded and Cordy
licked the woman's cheek and down around her chin.
"Mmmm..."
The teen continued on to the older woman's breasts,
tasting each hard nipple before suckling deeply on
each.
Joyce, still kneeling before her new lover, threw her
head back and moaned.  The girl may be new at making
love to a woman but she seemed to know just what to
do.  What she didn't know was more than made up for by
her enthusiasm.  "Oooh Cordy..."
Smiling, the girl looked up and gazed at the aroused
woman.   She moved her head up again and kissed Joyce,
still able to savor her own essence in the woman's
mouth.
"Do you taste as good as me?"
Joyce couldn't help but laugh, even as she missed the
girl's mouth on her tits.  Incorrigible as ever, even
after a couple of shattering orgasms, the girl was
still Queen C.  "I don't know. Kind of like the old
saying about beauty being in the eye of the beholder.
Everyone has their own unique...flavor."
The next words were the ones Joyce was hoping for.  "I
think I want to find out."
Cordelia got up, yanked the last vestige of her
uniform off, and helped Joyce to her feet, pushing the
woman's soaking panties to the floor.  As Joyce stood
upright, she glanced at their reflection in the old
mirror. Two beautiful lovers.  'Although,' Joyce
thought as she regarded her tousled curls, 'my hair
has looked better.'
The two women kissed again, their bodies molding
together from tongues and lips to their knees.  Their
legs shifted to bring each woman's mound into contact
with the other's thigh.  A slow humping started as
they continued to kiss.  The motion actually
accentuated their oral contact.
Cordy moved slowly, as if in a dance, being careful
not to loose contact with her lover.  She turned the
duo until Joyce's back was towards the sofa.
Finally, the two women pulled apart and Cordelia held
Joyce's hands in hers as she helped the older blonde
sit down on the couch.  Still holding Joyce's hands,
Cordy knelt in front of her and leaned in for another
passionate kiss.
Cordelia bowed her head and pushed Joyce's thighs
apart, kissing the tender flesh of the woman's inner
thighs as she gazed at the core of her.
"So pretty..." Cordy whispered, unconsciously
repeating Joyce's similar statement of her.  She moved
her face closer and licked the outer lips quickly.
"Tangy..." she muttered.  Then, looking up at her
lover, Cordelia said, "I think I like it.  I think I
want more."
Joyce gazed at Cordy through slitted lids and nodded,
"Please..."
Cordelia began to explore Joyce more thoroughly.  She
tried to follow what the woman had done to her but
soon found her own rhythm as she tongued the hot, wet
flesh of Joyce's sex.  She found she liked pushing her
tongue into the woman and licking her vaginal walls as
far as Cordy's tongue could reach.  When she did this,
her nose brushed Joyce's clit, sending thrills through
the older woman.
Joyce glanced at the antique mirror across the room,
enjoying the view it reflected back to her.  She was
seated on the couch, her legs splayed open and her
breasts riding high on her chest.  Between her legs,
she could see Cordy's head with her long, dark hair
hanging down towards the teen's beautifully shaped
ass.  Just above that fine ass, that Joyce had plans
to explore soon, was a tattoo in a sun design.  For
the first time in her life, Joyce found a tattoo sexy
and exciting.
'But Buffy better not...' she thought before her
conscious mind blanked out as Cordy found a nearly
perfect rhythm with her mouth on Joyce's core.
The teen began to lick up and down the outsides and
insides of the woman's lips.  Then she'd plunge her
tongue deep into the woman, wiggling it around to
reach as much inner flesh as she could.  Then Cordy
would move up and swipe around the now-erect clitoris
before resuming her track around the hot, excited
labia.
Joyce's body slid forward and Cordy, pulling back for
a moment to adjust her angle of 'assault', saw the
woman's asshole peeking at her.  Unable to resist, the
teen leaned down a bit and flicked her tongue over the
tight rosebud then up across the perineum and back to
the swollen flesh in Joyce's mound.
"Oh Cordy!" Joyce gasped out loudly.
Encouraged by the exclamation, Cordy adjusted her
tactics to include a loving swipe of the tight ring of
muscle as she thoroughly pleasured the woman sitting
before her.
Joyce watched in the mirror as Cordy's head moved up
and down and from side to side as the girl created
such exquisite feelings coursing through her.  She ran
her fingers into that silky soft hair, holding the
head near her as she came nearer and nearer to her
climax.
Cordy's tongue began to delve into Joyce's anus as she
reached that point in her travels but not nearly as
far as she did into the woman's sex.  It was more than
enough though.
The girl's tongue felt the flesh quivering beneath her
and shoved deep into Joyce as her nose pushed against
the hard nubbin.
Grabbing handfuls of brunette hair, Joyce wrapped her
legs around the girl and screamed out in her bliss,
"COOOOooodddeeeEEELEEEAAAAaaa..."
As her vision returned, Joyce saw her reflection.  A
thoroughly sated woman sat on the couch and right next
to her was a beautiful young brunette who was holding
her gently, cooing softly into her ear.
Joyce turned to look at the real girl.  She saw the
love she felt for Cordy reflected back at her and was
so happy.  They kissed, long and lovingly, as the
afternoon waned.
* * * * *
Cordy's memories had flowed so strongly that she had
dropped her pen and was staring into space.  She
smiled as she felt her own moistness.  Thinking of
Joyce always did that to her.  Then she felt like
sobbing out loud as she realized she'd never see that
wonderful, loving woman again.
Blinking rapidly, Cordy tried to decide what to tell
Buffy of her mother.  Should she tell her about the
afternoons of love in the back of the gallery?  The
evenings at her parents' estate?  The times Joyce came
to LA on buying trips and stayed in her haunted
apartment?
Maybe someday.  Maybe when she acted on her
still-unvoiced desire to have Buffy as her lover and
they were cuddled and talking after making slow love
together.
She sighed, sadness and hope mingled, as she picked up
her pen and continued:
‘She was a wonderful, giving woman and I feel
privileged to have been even a small part of her life.
‘You may feel she lied or cheated you by not telling
you about me but I asked her not to.  We never really
got along in school and I didn't think you'd
understand.  I'm still not sure I do.
‘Someday I hope to sit and talk with you about Joyce.
About what a great and positive influence she was for
me.  How much she made up for my lack of parental
control and love.  How much she made me realize I
really was, and am, worthwhile.
‘I'm not the same shallow girl that you remember from
SHS.  And I owe that to your wonderful mother.
‘Please call me if you ever need anything.  It's the
least I can do for her memory.
‘All my love, sympathy and prayers,
‘Cordelia’

The End 
 (c) John O'Conner

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