Title: Parent/Teacher Conference.

Author: Angel "cuter than you" Laskey

Rating: NC-17

Dedication: For Niccy. And I'm sorry.

Notes: What can I say? Be carefull what you wish for. And I am *still* and always Queen of the 20 minute bad fic. (not badfic, just fic that could be better.. maybe if I spent more than 20 minutes on it.)

Joyce sat nervously, crossing and uncrossing her legs. As much as she went

to these parent/teacher conferences, she never quite knew what to expect.

She licked her lips and tried not to think about how cute he looked in that

suit.

"Mrs. Summers?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. I must have gotten distracted." Distracted by how

incredibly good-looking you are, she added silently.

"It's perfectly understandable. You're probably upset to hear all the

activities your teenage daughter is engaged in."

"Well, yes. And I'm noticing how incredibly sexy it is the way the sunlight

gleams off your bald head.... oh. no. Did I say that out loud?"

"Mrs. Summers!" Synder stood up and walked around the desk. "It's so

wonderful to hear you say that. You see, I want you, too."

"Snyder?"

"Yes, Joyce?"

"Shut up and fuck me."

Joyce pushed Snyder back onto his desk, sweeping everything else onto the

floor. She climbed on top of him, quickly ripping open his shirt. She

kissed him, her tongue probing his mouth as her fingernails raked up and

down his chest. Snyder groaned. He reached up and ripped off Joyce's silk

blouse, then opened her front-clasp bra. He massaged her breasts, trying

fervently to take one into his mouth. Joyce stopped him, sitting up.

She lifted herself up just enough to open Snyder's pants and free his

straining cock. She lifted her skirt, grateful that she never wore

underwear to these things. Joyce sighed in pleasure as she settled her

grasping pussy around his bulging cock. Joyce began to move up and down,

slowly at first. As orgasm approached, Joyce quickened her pace, taking as

much of the well-endowed principal into her depths as was possible. She

threw her head back and howled her joy. Snyder reached down with his hand

and began to massage Joyce's throbbing clit. She screamed. Snyder panted,

straining, bucking off the desk, moving harder. Faster. Joyce bounced up

and down on his cock.

They strained and panted, each giving loud evidence of their pleasure. They

moved faster, faster, racing towards completion. Finally, they came

together, screaming out their happiness. Joyce collapsed against Snyder

with a whimper.

Buffy cowered in the other chair with her eyes covered, wishing Snyder

didn't always lock his door for these parent/teacher conferences.