18 comments/ 87639 views/ 91 favorites The Best Kind of Magic By: CateJ Samantha cut into yet another pumpkin as Bette Midler started singing "I've Put A Spell On You". At 28 she was probably too old for either Halloween or children's movies but that didn't stop her joyfully shaking her shoulders as the witches from "Hocus Pocus" sang full pelt. She shimmied around her kitchen as she deftly carved the Jack O' Lantern, scooping out the seeds to be used later and created yet another crooked grin. So far she had made four and she planned on another three, seven was her lucky number, all destined to cast a ghostly glow from her store front. Seven glowing lanterns, each one unique, each one burning brightly to guide visitors towards her shop. Seven visitors to be precise, each one as unique as the pumpkins on her counter. Sam grinned as she stepped back to survey her handiwork, three Jack O' Lanterns adorned each window sill and the seventh held pride of place next to her cash register. She'd stuck decals of bats and cats on the glass and hung white glass baubles from the ceiling as a precursor of the full moon predicted for that night. Hain's Bakery might not be the largest store in town but in the 7 years since she'd opened, she had made sure that Halloween was treated with the reverence it deserved. It had become a tradition that she stayed open until midnight and so far had had a steady stream of people through her doors, cooing and awing over the cases filled with treats. More than one customer had asked how on earth she managed to bake so many different delights and as always she just shrugged and said she didn't need much sleep. They always smiled and thanked her before leaving, arms loaded with boxes of cakes and cookies. It wasn't a lie, Sam didn't sleep much. She preferred the quiet and tranquility of night time and felt more at peace in the midnight hour than at any other time of day. If the locals wanted to believe this was the result of too much caffeine Sam wasn't about to tell them otherwise. Samantha was a witch, a black cat owning, broomstick possessing spell casting witch. Okay, so the black cat was just a tattoo on her hip and the broomstick was used purely for sweeping but the spell casting was a daily occurrence. People always wondered how she could keep her bakery fully stocked alone but it wasn't something she could freely explain. Her kitchen was as normal as the next but her methods.... She baked with eggs, flour and sugar and not eye of newt and decorated everything by hand. But a few spells meant she could mix up gallons of cake batter in seconds and her ovens were enchanted to never, ever let anything burn. At seven years old, her parents had divorced and she and her sister moved with her mother to a small town in Connecticut to live with her Grandmother and Aunt. The similarities to the movie "Practical Magic" may have been lost on her then, not so much now. At 14, Sam's life tilted on its axis when she saw Callum Hall on her first day in 8th Grade and fell head over heels in love. His dark hair fell over his forehead in a way that made her tummy feel funny and her head as dizzy as when she had too much sugar. A month later she told her family, convinced she had the symptoms of true love. Her Mother had looked stricken and her Aunt whisked her younger sister from the room. "It is time Martha, the girl needs to know who she really is." So at 14 Samantha learned she was a witch. Her tummy flutters were indeed a symptom of her infatuation with the beautiful Callum, but it was also a sign that she was becoming a woman and therefore the Seventh Generation of witches in her lineage. As her Mother sobbed over the kitchen table, her Grandmother told her about the power and privilege of Witchcraft, how Sam would have to learn not only the spells and incantations passed down through each generation but also the history of witches in general. She learnt that there was still prejudice and scepticism, that to stay safe she must never reveal her true identity outside of the family. She memorised recipes and enchantments until she woke herself up in the night reciting them. She watched fascinated as her Aunt Glory made items levitate and change their appearance with nothing more than a glance. Her Grandmother had the ability to heal and was well respected in town for her "holistic" remedies. After much begging, her Mother admitted that she could see the future but only for others, never herself. Sadly she told Sam that her gift was a curse and had driven her Father away. "Never give your heart away Samantha, because no spell on earth will ever bring it back to you." At 21, Samantha decided to open a Bakery. Her magic was sporadic but she had learnt enough to make everything she created taste like perfection. She enjoyed the methods of baking and wanted to be like her Grandmother, able to meld her job and her true self into one. Sam knew that she would never possess a gift like the other women in her family, her magic wasn't strong enough. Her younger sister Hailey was able to reverse time, if only for a moment or two, a trait Sam had utilised frequently before she learnt to enchant her ovens. Sam also heeded her Mother's warning and refused to give her heart away. Mostly because Callum already had it. For the Grand Opening of Hain's Bakery, they held a huge party and the five women pooled their magic to entice the whole town. It wasn't necessary as the aroma of baked goods would have sufficed but Sam was grateful nonetheless. When the door chimes signalled yet another new arrival, Sam looked up and her melt stopped. Callum Hall, finer and more attractive than ever. He was with his parents and as they perused the cases, Callum had made his way over to here to congratulate her. "Way to go Sammie! Nice little set up you have here." Sam had blushed, only Callum called her Sammie. She'd mumbled her thanks and asked him if he'd like a tour and as he followed her into her kitchen area she could have sworn her skin was burning. They'd made polite chit chat about ovens and school and all the while Sam kept thinking how much she wanted to kiss him. The noon sun burned brightly through the window and seemed to blind her. She stumbled and found herself in his arms. She stammered and apology but Cal had just grinned at her, his chocolate brown eyes flecked with caramel grew wider as he pulled her closer. For a second they just stood there, the next they were kissing each other with wild abandon. Cal's hands burned through her clothing as he pulled her hips flush to his own and Sam's hands messed up his already wavy hair as she changed the angle of the kiss. Each flick of his tongue made her clit pulse and she ground herself desperately against his growing erection. Time seemed to stop and all Sam knew was his hands on her body and his taste on her lips. As quickly as it began, Cal pulled back, dazed and undeniably aroused. With precision timing Hailey appeared and told Sam she was needed out front and Sam attempted to compose herself. Remembering her manners she offered Cal free reign over the contents of her display cases and he just grinned, a slow sexy crooked smile and dropped the merest whisper of a kiss on her lips, "Thanks Sammie, but I've just tasted the sweetest treat imaginable." She almost swooned as he left, and as she followed to greet her new arrivals she watched as the love of her life walked out of the bakery, the bright summer sun dimming slightly as he went. She never saw him again after that day. He'd left soon after to study abroad and according to the town grapevine had decided to settle in London. She still heard snippets from time to time but after a few years his parents moved away and people stopped talking about the Halls. Sam thought about him frequently, and begged her Mother to use her gift to see if they ever met up again but her Mother always refused. "You may find out something you don't want to hear Samantha. That man is only going to break your heart." In desperation Sam turned to her spell books, seeking anything that would bring him back to her. Turns out, witchcraft can only do so much. She found spells to make people fall in love, spells to sate arousal, hell she even found a spell to give a man a permanent erection although she thought that was more punishment than pleasure. But nothing in all of her reading showed her a way to call back her one true love. Desolate Sam threw herself into work and soon Halloween was upon her. Heartbroken she baked an array of Halloween goodies and slid each tray into the display cases with the wish that the people who ate them had better luck in love than she did. The following nine months saw the town's population boom as engagements were announced and weddings planned. Sam seemed to be making wedding cakes on a weekly basis. As summer rolled on, at least 15 babies were born, their conception dates all on or near to Halloween. Even the local paper commented on it, making a big feature story about the fact that the townsfolk had very clearly been "treating" each other very nicely last Halloween. Six years later and the town was still growing. Like clockwork, just after Halloween people were hooking up all over the place and they recently had to open a new pre-school to accommodate all of the Halloween babies. Sam liked to jokingly think she was responsible, that her Halloween tradition of wishing love to her clientele was the reason for this baby boom but she knew she wasn't strong enough. It didn't stop her though and as she filled the last case with pumpkin éclairs and mini caramel apple cupcakes she said her incantation again. If seven really was her lucky number, it would criminal to stop now. Every seven years something monumental seemed to happen, so this year was extra special. She gazed out of the windows at the people already beginning to fill the town and lit each of the Jack O' Lanterns in the window. As she lit the final larger pumpkin on the counter, Sam closed her eyes and thought back on Cal's kiss all those years ago, how no man since had even come close to making her feel so vital. "Cal, wherever you are, I hope you have your heart's truest desire." Business was nuts, Hailey was manning the till and Aaron was steadily boxing up goodies as quickly as she could fill the cases. She smiled at him and he pulled a fake grimace before rolling his eyes at the crammed bakery. It had taken a lot for Sam to hire him, but at 18 he was a hard worker and had easily accepted her commandment to never enter her kitchen as being a quirk. Together they spent most of the day running around until the customers started to dwindle and she sent them both home at 5. Aaron practically sprinted from the building but Hailey dawdled, offering to clean up. Sam declined, telling her to go out and have fun and as they hugged Sam felt Hailey's concern. If anyone knew how much hurt Sam felt it was Hailey, not only could she pause time but she was an Empath of the highest order. Sam had never needed to tell Hailey about Cal, she just knew. Sam was glad her talents didn't extend to mindreading because she wasn't sure Hailey would approve of her plans for tonight, both girls had been taught that magic wasn't to be used lightly. Sam wasn't worried, it probably wouldn't work anyway and no-one would ever know. Hailey wished her a Happy All Hallows and Sam locked the door behind her, murmuring her newest spell as she did. A click of her fingers and the store's lights dimmed, the glow from the Jack O' Lanterns casting an orange aura in the room. Dashing to the restroom Sam hastily changed out of her work clothes in a floor length black dress and untied her flame red hair from its tight braid. No need for make up as her eyes were already bright with anticipation and her cheeks rosy from the heat. Heading back to the shop she stood before Cal's lantern, spoke aloud her spell and waited. Within minutes the door sprang open and her friend Sarah came in, followed by her two hyper-but-fighting-it children. Sam settled the kids at a table with milk and sugar free cookies and handed Sarah a cup of hot spiced cider. "I'm serious Sam. Never have more than one kid! One is bad enough, but two!" "Fun day trick or treating?" "Haha Sam. You have no idea! I spend 364 days of the year telling them not to accept candy from strangers and then on Halloween it all goes out the window! Little critters will awake for days now." "Don't sugarcoat it on my account Sarah, why don't you tell me what you really think!" Sam went to grab a plate of cookies from the counter and Sarah took a deep swallow of her drink, "What I really think is that I need sex." Sam turned abruptly and stared at her friend, surely she had heard her wrong. "Bill and I just don't have sex anymore and I miss it so much. He has this beautiful thick cock that just stretches me in all the best places and I don't even get to see it anymore." Sam glanced towards the kids but they seemed oblivious to their mother's words. Sam blinked, sure the cider was actually a truth serum of sorts but it was only meant to give the drinker the courage to voice their heart's desire. She certainly hadn't expected this level of honesty. "Before the children Bill couldn't get enough of me you know. We fucked on every surface in every room of our house. And my parent's house. Even his parent's house if you can imagine it. His folks only have sex once and that resulted in Bill! He had the most amazing stamina, just kept fucking me and fucking me and fucking me..." Sam sat down as Sarah's eyes took on a faraway glaze. "What I really want is that part of my life back again. Sure having kids is work and he is super busy at the hospital but in bed, all we do is sleep. He kisses my cheek when he leaves every day and that's it. I miss the days where he'd kiss me until I was dripping for him and he'd slam his big cock home. I always came immediately but he'd just keep on fucking me, changing the angles and finding my sweet spots like a guided missile. I used to call him my Bronco Billy because no matter how hard I came he never left me, just kept thrusting into me like he'd die if he didn't." Sam tried to imagine Dr William Oates as a man of such passion and shivered, there was something about a man in a white lab coat. She smiled at her friend and went to her counter, opening a bakery box as she went. Sarah was still lost in her memories and the kids still zoned out so no-one heard Sam's whispers as she filled the box with tiny whiskey and orange filled profiteroles. Returning to the table she set the box down and clicked her fingers in front of Sarah's face. Instantly Sarah's eyes focused and she gave Sam a sad smile, "Truly Sam, don't have more than one kid, or at least take them trick or treating separately. I'm half deaf from the squealing and my feet hurt. Thank heavens it's done for another year!" "Don't knock it Sarah, it's all great business for me." Sarah laughed and stood up, "Time to get these little devils home and try to get them to bed I guess." Her sigh was heavy and Sam couldn't stop herself from hugging her. As soon as she touched Sarah, Sam felt a blast of heat and a flash of light filled her vision. Clearing almost immediately Sam saw Sarah and Bill in their hallway, Sarah bent over the back of the couch as Bill fucked her like a man possessed. Shocked Sam released her and the vision dissipated like smoke. Speechless she handed the box to Sarah who opened it in delight, popping one into her mouth and moaning in pleasure as the tiny choux pastry bun melted on her tongue. Sam smiled like a doting parent at her obvious pleasure and turned to the children, helping them into their coats and casting a mild sleep spell as she went. Remembering her vision, she cast a stronger sleep spell and watched as Sarah herded them out the door, "Thanks again Sam. For the cider and the cookies and these gorgeous little treats. You really are an awesome friend." Sam poked her tongue out and Sarah giggled, wrapping Sam up in a warm hug of thanks. As before, the heat spread immediately and Sam blinked as the light blasted her eyes, focusing in on Sarah and Bill laying naked in their hallway, obviously sated and grinning like idiots. She saw Bill reach for one of the profiteroles and squeeze the filling onto one of Sarah's breasts before leaning down to lick the sweet cream from her skin. She almost felt Sarah's pleasure as Bill sucked a nipple between his lips and picked up another treat which he slowly painted down her stomach towards her pussy. Sam blinked again, hoping to stop the image before she saw way too much but Sarah still hugged her so she watched as Bill gently pushed the pastry inside of her before removing it and popping it into his mouth. Sarah sat up to kiss him and took another treat from the box before squeezing the filling onto her palm. Sam gulped as Sarah coated his extremely big hard cock with her trademark whiskey and honey cream and bent to lick it off. Just as Sarah's lips parted to taste him she released her and Sam's vision snapped back as Sarah walked through the door and out into the early evening air. "Thanks again Sam, and Happy Halloween!" "You too Sarah, and try to save some of those for Bill." "I'll try Sam, he does enjoy your pastries and I'd bet he'll love these orange cream ones." Sam laughed and waved her friend goodbye, she was fairly certain Bill would love them almost as much as he'd love the flavour of his wife's cream. Giggling she recast the entry spell and stared at the retreating figures. Just what the holy Halloween hell had just happened? One minute Sarah was talking about her lack of sex life, the next Sam had a vision of Dr Bronco Billy fucking her into oblivion! Not that she was complaining, it proved that the ancient spell she'd found actually worked, and despite herself Sam was more than a little turned on. Shaking her head she almost missed the tiny flicker as one of her Jack O' Lanterns flickered out. Shakily she sat down, this was suddenly getting real. The spell had been slightly sketchy, simply entitled "Heart's Desire" and Sam had naturally assumed it was a love spell. Nowhere had it mentioned the visions, the flashes of white light or the intense heat she'd felt. Her plan had been to bestow six spells on her friends to help them find true happiness and to save the final one for Cal. She'd planned it all out, close the bakery, enchant the store front and door so it only appeared open to the spell recipient and then coax out their dreams with her apple potion. Then, if it was within her repertoire, she would enchant her selected treat and when they ate it, their wish would come true. The lanterns were just tradition but she'd made seven almost as an inside joke. When Sarah had left and the first one went out Sam suddenly felt scared. What if she was messing about with something bigger than she could handle? She suddenly thought of Bill and his monster cock and snorted with laughter, lucky Sarah, what Sam wouldn't give for one night with a man equipped like that. Thinking of sex invariably made her think of Cal which was ironic considering they'd never done more than kiss. Then she remembered how she'd felt in his arms, the heat from his hands branding her and the bright white light blinding her to everything but him. Relieved, she decided that her experiences so far tonight were not actually bad juju and more likely hormones. Calmer, she checked the clock. Almost 6pm. She whispered her incantation and waited. Fifteen minutes later and the door opened and David Harris, Librarian Extraordinaire practically fell inside. Bless him, David was your stereotypical book nerd, side part, wire rimmed glasses and a never ending supply of starched white shirts, ties and colour co-ordinated sweater vests. The Best Kind of Magic Sam had always thought he was ridiculously cute and more than once had considered inviting him out for a drink but decided that whilst she was all about a one night hook up, he deserved more. "Quickly Sam. I need the biggest pumpkin pie you have!" "What on earth David! You planning on having a party?" He scoffed and visibly relaxed as he closed the door behind him, "Lord no! I am planning on eating the entire thing and slipping into a sugar coma so I don't have to deal with Halloween." Sam couldn't hold back her snort, "Why on earth would you want to miss Halloween David? It may be the best day of the entire year!" "Maybe if you are a peddler of sugar laden treats!" Laughing, Sam handed him a cup of cider and started boxing up the largest pie she had. "Seriously Sam, Halloween is just the worst. I used to love it, the costumes, the candy and then I went to college and it all went to hell." Sam paused and looked at David, was he being honest or was it cider honest? "I was fine until Senior year Sam. Halloween was fine until Senior year. No-one looked at me before that and I was okay with it. Then Michael Benson threw a massive all-nighter and invited me and well, I decided to go. My sister made me up like Count Dracula, she dyed my hair, made me wear red contacts and basically made me look totally unlike me. I had never felt so cool, then or since, and I had such a great time." Sam sat next to him at the table and resisted the urge to touch his hand, "I saw this girl there, well I'd seen her before and thought she was amazing but that night, damn, she was dressed up as like a sexy cat and for some reason I felt confident enough to talk to her. We chatted, then we started dancing and by some miracle we started making out! First time in my life that I ever made out in public. When she asked me back to her place I said yes and we ended up on her bed." Sam smiled and sat on her hands to stop herself seeing anything she shouldn't. "So we're kissing, my hands are on her breasts and she's rubbing my cock, all I can think about is how great she feels and how badly I want to have her. I was a virgin but it was pretty clear I was going to lose it that night. And then it all got out of hand, she rubbed me so well that I blew my load and I just didn't know what to do. I felt so good and so embarrassed and I just didn't know how to handle it all. I bailed on the girl of my dreams and Halloween has never been the same again. My one saving grace is that she still doesn't know it was me!" "She still doesn't know? Who is she David?" David's eyes were glazed as he told Sam that his fantasy girl/Sexy Cat was Alexandra, the owner of the town's garage. All Sam could see was the sexy brunette who could rev a car and a man from 0-60 in 10 seconds. The idea of David and Alex seemed bizarre but she had to fulfil her spell and whatever he needed... "Have you spoken to her since David? You obviously still really like her?" "I've tried, when she comes into the Library I try to make conversation but I just... get... nervous. I'm scared she'll recognise my voice and I just get freaked out and tongue-tied." "Seriously David! You aren't the same man you were! Okay so things didn't work out well then but you are so much more now than you were then. I think you should go talk to her. Put your Halloween demons to rest." David shook his head, and Sam knew exactly what she needed to do. Heading to the counter she re-opened the box and cast a spell on his pie. She added two pumpkin cookies and made two cinnamon lattes, Alex's favourite, before returning to the table. "Here's the deal David, I will give you the sugar coma inducing pie for gratis on one condition... You have to drop these cookies and coffee into Alex before you go home tonight. You need to prove to yourself that you are more now than you were then. And Alex would never judge you. I think you owe this to yourself to do this." He stared at her and she nodded towards the door. David stood and took the box and coffees as she herded him towards Alex. Unable to stop herself she rubbed his arm and immediately got an image of Alex, naked on top of a red truck as David ate her pussy like a professional. Sam could see from her face that David was taking her to a place she never been before, his hands pulling her thighs higher on his shoulders as he fucked her with his tongue. Sam wanted to see more but realised that she was in danger of moving in uncomfortable territory. As she pulled back she saw David staring towards the garage, his lip caught between his teeth. "But look at me Sam, I'm still a nerd. I may not be Dracula but I'm totally not cool." Sam looked at him, so unbearably cute yet so nervous and despite her fears about seeing too much she decided that he deserved her help, "Okay David, give me two minutes and you'll be good to go!" She loosened his tie and unbuttoned the top two buttons of his starched white shirt. She gritted her teeth to avoid the visions but as she ruffled his carefully composed side part she got a clear picture of Alex and David fucking doggy style in the back of a truck. David was hammering into her and Alex's head was thrown back in pleasure. As Sam touched him, she saw Alex pull David down for a kiss and David slid his hand down to stroke her pussy, his fingers obviously as talented as his tongue. Sam pulled back and grinned at the look of trepidation on David's face. "Get your butt out there before the coffee gets cold. All you needed was a small tweak. Now go and prove that you are better than Dracula and make some new happy Halloween memories!" David looked nervous as she shepherded him out of the door and she glanced at the second lantern as he left. As he walked she murmured her incantation but the flame still burned brightly and she feared that neither David's nor her dream would come true tonight. Sighing she watched as David entered the Garage and she nervously counted to 10. Nothing. As she reached 25 the second lantern puffed out and she allowed herself a little victory dance around the bakery. And she still had 30 minutes until the next visitor. At 7pm, Albert Hardy, affectionately known as Albie, walked through the door of Hain's. As the town's Police Chief, he normally carried an air of fatigue about him which was at odds with the town's extremely low crime rate. Maybe he was just bored of handing out citations for jay walking? His tiredness now was most likely linked to the fact that last Halloween, he and his wife Anna had obviously been caught up in the Halloween horniness and were now the proud parents of a 3 month old son. Sam and Albie had known each other since Kindergarten and they often joked that it was fate that she became a Baker and he a Cop, "So you can keep me knee deep in doughnuts and coffee forever!". Sam was actually little Joseph's Godmother and in her arms, he was a sleeping angel but she knew from Anna that the little tyke was a bawling pooping screaming machine. "Thank heavens you're still open Sam. I need coffee... lots and lots of disgustingly strong coffee!" "Rough day at the office?" Albie leant on the counter next to her pumpkin and stifled a yawn, "I wish! Don't get me wrong, I'm pleased as punch that this place is crime free but some days I wish I had something to sink my teeth into." Sam nodded and wondered briefly how Dracula David was getting on with Alex. Handing Albie a large cup of black coffee, she added a shot of cider and gestured to the table. Albie gratefully took a huge slug and slumped into the chair. "Maybe if I was busier it would be easier to keep my mind off the fact that I'm exhausted. Man, I love little Joe but he just seems to cry all the damn time! Between us, I don't think Anna or I have slept more than an hour straight since he arrived." "Babies are hard work Albie, but I'm sure he'll settle down soon. If you need a break, I'd be honoured to take him for an evening. Give you and Anna some time alone." Albie took another long drink and Sam saw his eyes glaze over. She straightened in her seat and waited. "Sam, that would be amazing! One night alone, just me and Anna, like we used to be." He sighed, the action causing his shoulders to slump once again, "Unfortunately we'd probably just fall asleep on the couch watching the news." "And what's wrong with that! You have a baby Albie, and you both need some rest. Nothing wrong with an early night now and again." Albie snorted, "Like you would know Ms Night Owl! Sleep would be awesome but when I get time alone with my wife I don't want to waste it sleeping. I want to unwrap her like a birthday present and kiss every inch of her gorgeous body, I want to suck on her nipples until she begs me to stop and then I want to sink inside her and just live there." He took another gulp of his drink and stared straight at Sam, "Everyone talks about the radiance of a pregnant woman Sam, and they're right. But no-one ever tells you just how fucking sexy they are. Her body is just amazing, all soft and smooth and curvy. For the last six months every time I even think about her I get so hard I could hammer nails with my cock. When she breast feeds Joe I have to leave the room because I'm convinced I'm going to leap forward and latch on to her free tit and just start sucking away at her! How sick is that?!" "You lust after your own wife Albie, it's hardly abnormal!" "Is it normal to want to taste her breast milk? To want to suck her nipples until she leaks into my mouth all the while fucking us both to orgasm? I feel jealous of my own kid!" Sam reached over and patted his hand, the now familiar heat warming her finger tips. The light burst behind her eyes and she saw Albie and Anna in the exact position he wanted so much. Anna naked, straddling Albie on the couch, rocking gently on his cock as he laved and suckled on her engorged breasts. Sam started to pull back but Albie turned his palm and locked his fingers with hers, somehow making the vision stronger. She could hear their laboured breathing and the juicy friction as Anna rode his erection. Albie's hands reverently stroked her belly and hips as he tried to thrust up harder inside of her. Anna cradled his head to her breast and hissed as Albie took a nipple between his lips and began to suck, Sam heard Anna's voice, pleading with him to suck harder, to taste her. She saw the tension in Albie's neck as he took her nipple into his mouth and gently bit down before releasing it from his lips. Again and again he repeated the action until Anna's nipple was deep red and distended before turning his attention to the other one, all the time Anna gently rocking her pelvis. Sam felt herself getting aroused watching them and sighed, the sound causing Albie to let go of her hand. "I just really miss my wife Sam. I know it'll get better but I'm going nuts. Between the lack of sleep and the constant boner I'm going crazy!" Sam took a deep breath and tried to get herself together. Whatever happened tonight, spells be damned, she was going to fall into bed with her favourite sex toy and masturbate like a demon. "I think you should talk to her. I'll bet Anna feels exactly the same way you do." Albie cocked an eyebrow and Sam laughed, "Okay so maybe she doesn't have a constant boner but I'm sure she's just as frustrated as you are. Here's my plan," Sam returned to her display cases, opened a box and selected 2 caramel éclairs, the phallic symbolism totally intentional and murmured her chosen spell, "Go home, kiss your wife hello, eat cake and tell her how you feel. Tell her how much you miss her, how badly you want to be intimate with her. Then make sure Joe is asleep, unwrap each other and see what happens!" Albie stood and took his wallet from his pocket but Sam waved him away. "Please! These are on the house. It's Halloween, even adults need a treat! Just go to Anna and talk to her." "Thanks Sam. I appreciate your advice but I'm sure these are the only treat I'll be getting tonight!" Sam stepped away from the counter and Albie wrapped her up in a bear hug. Sam saw Anna squeeze her breasts together as Albie drew both nipples into his mouth, his teeth gently grazing them. His thumb rubbed her clit as she bounced on his cock and Sam practically felt their mutual desire as Albie lapped at the milk now flowing freely from Anna's tits. Anna's mouth opened as if screaming her release and Albie thrust into her, following her over the edge. Sam pulled back grinning and waved him off. Her grin widened as the third lantern flickered out. Gazing out of the window as Albie crossed the street, Sam spoke her incantation out loud and bowed her head to the moon. Whatever magic was swirling tonight was unlike anything Sam had done before. Never had she experienced visions or felt the emotions of others, that had always been Hailey's gift. Staring down at the three extinguished pumpkins Sam wondered if maybe now her true gifts were coming to the fore and allowed herself to think again of Callum. Meeting him at 14 had been the trigger for the life she had now and no matter what occurred next, he would always be an important part of her life. Overwhelmed with finding out her heritage she had heeded her mother's words and buried her crush but she'd still been drawn to Cal and over the years they had become friends. He had seen past the serious withdrawn girl she had been and joked with her, making her laugh harder than anyone else had since. In turn, she encouraged him to follow his dreams of becoming a photographer and seeing the world. As his parents wanted him to enter the Corporate world, he tucked his dreams away but always told Sam that he would carry his camera with him no matter what. She wrapped her arms around herself and remembered their kiss, of the blast of light and the heat of his body as his lips devoured her and was suddenly struck by the similarity to her experiences tonight. The flash of light as the visions formed and she saw her friends in various sexual encounters. The burning heat as she made contact with them. All so reminiscent of Callum Hall. Sam was suddenly freaked out, what if their kiss was nothing more than a vision, brought on by her lust for Cal? What if it had never happened? Okay so it had felt real, the wetness in her panties and the hardness of her nipples as he'd pulled her body flush to his had felt more real than anything else, but what if? Turning she wondered if her visions were real or merely imagined realisations of her friends fantasies. Would they turn out to be true and how on earth would she ever find out. She'd essentially drugged them into telling her their secrets so she couldn't just passingly ask Sarah if Bill had nailed her into the wall the night before. Or could she? Sam laughed as she imagined Sarah's face if she dared ask if Dr Bill had cured her with his love injection, all nine inches of it! Filling a glass with water, Sam drank deep and said a silent prayer that her visions were real. Partly because she didn't want to have to consider the fact that she was going mad, but mostly because she wanted her friends to be happy. That their dreams had all been sexual was incidental, after all, who wouldn't want a really great orgasm?! Sam looked at the clock and wondered if she had time to get herself off. Watching Sarah, David and Albie indulge in their partners had created a constant pulse in her pussy and she longed for someone to fuck her. Not just anyone, she ideally wanted it to be Callum but that was just a dream. Maybe next week she'd drive over to the next town and pick up a dark eyed, dark haired guy for a night of no-frills sex. It had been a while since she'd last indulged, and surely after her night of good deeds she deserved a treat. Hell, even the "Heart's Desire" spell had said "No Good Deed Goes Unrewarded"! Eight o'clock came and went and Sam was beginning to get nervous. Four lanterns burnt brightly and she hoped that Sarah, Bill, David, Alex, Albie and Anna were burning ever hotter. By 8.40 she was chewing her nails, desperately willing someone to rush in and revitalise her hope but nothing. If she couldn't fulfil the spell this year she had to wait 365 days until her next chance but this was such an opportunity. Her 28th year, divisible by 7, her lucky number. Sam hoped someone would come in soon, she didn't want to have to wait for her 35th year for another chance. At 8.48 the door flew open and her 17 year old next door neighbour Poppy rushed in, breathless and flushed. Sam was both ecstatic and fearful. Whatever came next, she really wasn't keen on seeing Poppy getting down and dirty anytime soon. Taking a breath as the tiny blonde ran towards her, Sam steeled herself. "Thank Cheesus you're still open Sam! Mom and Dad are out tonight and I've lost my door key! Do you still have the spare?" "Dare I ask why you're going home before 9pm on Halloween Pops?" Poppy wrinkled her nose and shook her head. "Don't ask Sam. My evening was a total bust so I'm just going to put on my jammies and watch trash on the tv." "Sounds like a good plan. Make yourself comfortable while I grab your key." Sam headed towards the back office before pausing to fill a cup with her cider potion and handing it to Poppy. Poppy sniffed it and looked at Sam, "I don't know Sam. I mean, I'd like to and all, but I'm only 17. It's illegal to drink and I don't want to get into trouble." Sam laughed and shook her head, "It's okay Pops, it's really only apple juice that I heated up and added spices to. Absolutely no alcohol at all. I wouldn't ever corrupt a minor." Grinning Poppy took the cup and sipped it as Sam retrieved the key. "Your store is really cool Sam. I love your pumpkins and the bauble thing is awesome. Looks like the night sky. And the cakes, I can't decide which one I want to eat first." "Hell Pops, I wish I was 17 again. Back then I could have eaten one of everything and not gained an ounce. Now however... I owe everything to Spanx! So what have you decided on?" Stepping behind the cases, Sam readied a box to fill as Poppy surveyed the delights inside, her finger grazing the glass. "I think I'd like a boyfriend who doesn't try to pressure me into having sex when I'm not ready." Sam bolted upright and stared at Poppy in shock. She hoped this story was going to end well but if someone had hurt Poppy Sam was going to unleash every dark magic spell she possessed. Poppy must have heard Sam's intake of breath because she smiled sadly before she pointed at a cupcake decorated with slivers of thinly sliced strawberries. "I'll start with that one if that's okay Sam, and work my way through the lot. It's cool though, nothing happened tonight. I'm okay, but a bit sad, but otherwise okay." She sighed, her blue eyes sparkling with unshed tears. "I've been with Brian for a few months, he's a quarterback you know, dumb as a box of rocks but cute. Loads of girls at school are jealous that I landed him." She laughed, "If only they knew. He's been making noises about having sex and I wasn't sure but I decided to let him. With my folks away tonight I thought it would work out, we'd have sex and it would be great." Sam handed over the tiny cupcake and Poppy bit into it, her face brightening as the flavours burst on her tongue, "Man, that is super awesome! Oh boy, that should be illegal!" As she finished the treat in two bites, Sam boxed up 2 more of the strawberry cupcakes and added 5 more assorted pastries before herding Poppy to a table. "So yeah, I decided that I'd have sex with Brian tonight but when it came down to it, I just couldn't do it. We're in his room, kissing and fooling around. He's touching my breasts and asking me to touch his... his parts, and well, I just didn't want to! I told him and he got really mad! Called me a slut and a tease and told me that either I have sex with him or he'd dump me!!" The Best Kind of Magic Sam hissed and Poppy grinned, "I told him he couldn't dump me because I dumped him first and I'd tell everyone he had a small thingy!" Sam laughed and pushed the box towards Poppy, who swiped up a caramel chocolate cake pop and devoured it in one bite. "Sounds like you did yourself a favour Poppy. Sex is great, but you shouldn't waste it on someone who doesn't respect you. And... and you are still so young." Poppy licked her lips and dived in to select another pastry, "Yeah, yeah Sam. I know, I should wait until I'm in love and then it will be even better. But it doesn't work like that. My mom says you have to kiss a lot of frogs before you find your prince and I guess Brian was just another frog!" Laughing Sam reached over and handed Poppy a lemon and poppy seed mini muffin. As Poppy took it Sam felt the combined blast of heat and light and braced herself. Her fears were assuaged as she saw Poppy sitting on the swing set in her backyard holding hands with a boy in a skeleton costume as the sun rose. Totally PG. Sam released her held breath as the boy wrapped his free arm around Poppy's shoulders and she rested her head against him as he dropped a kiss to her head. As quickly as she saw it, the vision disappeared and Sam almost swooned at the sweetness of the image. After every hot sexy picture she'd seen so far tonight, this was the one she really wanted to play out for real. Whoever Skeleton boy was, he was exactly what Poppy needed after the slimey Brian. Sam wondered if it would wrong to turn him into a slug, just for a day. "Wow Sam, these cakes are the bomb! Just when I think I've found my favourite, there's another one that's even better! I know I sound greedy but what else have you got?" Sam laughed as she got up to fill another box, pleased with her vision of Poppy's future and already plotting a spell to bring disrepute to Brian. Young love was the most fragile of all, Sam had been lucky that her heart went to Callum and she wanted Poppy to have the same warm feelings she did. She didn't expect her to wait forever but the first time was something to be treated with respect. Relieved that Poppy was okay and destined for someone Skeletal yet sweet, she filled another box and returned to her guest who swooped up a raspberry and white chocolate bon bon with gusto. "Oh no! Sam, I'm so sorry!" "What! Poppy? What's wrong?" Tears spilled from Poppy's eyes as she chewed, trying to speak and swallow in tandem, "I.. I've got no money with me! I've eaten all this cake and I can't pay you. Oh Sam, I'm so sorry." As she sobbed, Sam leapt up to hug her and saw Skeleton boy wrap Poppy in her arms. He spoke to her and whatever he said made Poppy light up inside, her face erupting into such joy it made Sam want to sing out loud. "Oh honey! You don't need money here Pops! Whenever you want cake or a chat, I'm here. Totally free and no need for tears." Poppy sniffled, "Really?" "Really. Your folks don't ever need to know just how much sugar you eat and I promise to never tell another soul. I'm your friend Poppy and I hope you feel you can come to me with anything!" "Thank you Sam. You don't know how great you are. Brian made me feel like I was wrong but if a cool grown up like you thinks I was right, then he's an idiot!" Sam grinned and handed Poppy a dark chocolate and raspberry cookie which she bit into with gusto, "I gotta say Sam, I know it's wrong and I'll probably get as fat as a house but I'm loving being here right now. Friendship, advice and best of all free cake!" As the clock struck nine, the door opened and Aaron sauntered in, "Free cake? Where? Give me! All the months I've worked here and I never knew free cake was even an option!" Sam laughed as her assistant dropped in a chair and plucked a hazelnut and coffee cookie from Poppy's box. As he chewed, she noticed his gaze land on Poppy and instantly shift from nonchalance to interest. She also noticed that he was dressed head to toe in a skeleton costume, his face painted in hues of grey and black. Interesting. "If I let you eat free cake I'd have nothing to sell and wouldn't need you now would I Aaron?!" "True, true but hey, if I can't get free sugar on Halloween, when can I?" Scowling but laughing Sam lobbed a candy apple in his direction which he caught one handed, unwrapped and sank his teeth straight into. Poppy stared at the newcomer and Sam introduced them, unsure if Poppy would recognise Aaron in his macabre get up. He recognised her from school but Poppy wrinkled her nose as if trying to place him. Sam was certain that she knew exactly who he was. "So Aaron, what happened to you? The way you dashed out of here earlier I figured you were going to a rager." "That was the plan Sam, but just as the party started Mitch's folks came back and threw us all out! What kind of moron invites half the school to a party without making sure his parents are away for the whole night! So I thought I'd drop in here and eat cake, don't want to end up all skin and bones!" He gestured to his outfit and Poppy giggled, which made Aaron beam, his white teeth a stark contrast to his ghoulish make up. "I guess I'd better restock then hadn't I? Help yourself to juice, I won't be a second." Aaron leapt up and followed her into the kitchen, "Let me help you Sam." "It's fine Aaron, you stay and chat with Poppy!" "In a sec! Can't have you carrying heavy trays now can I? Despite my boniness, I'm stronger than I look!" Again Poppy giggled and Aaron grinned back at her. Something was going on here and it had nothing to do with Sam, which both pleased her and worried her. If she couldn't cast her spells on them, her night would be a total bust. Alone in the kitchen, Aaron let out a sigh, "Wow Sam! How do you know Poppy Wells? She's just the prettiest girl in school and she's always surrounded by her mean girl friends and that loser Brian. I've never seen her on her own before!" It was a miracle he managed to get the words out considering he was still munching on his candy apple and when he started to choke, Sam handed him a cup of cider and slapped his back. The contact was so fast that all she saw was a blast of light so as he drank she slowly rubbed circles between his shoulders. Sure enough, she saw Aaron and Poppy sitting on a bench down by the lake, dressed for summer and holding hands. Aaron tenderly brushed a wisp of hair from Poppy's face and leant down to kiss her for a moment before deepening the kiss as Poppy wrapped her arms around his neck. Stepping back, Sam looked at Aaron and swore she could see his blush beneath the grey pallor of his face. "Poppy is my next door neighbour, she just dropped in to get the spare key. How do you know her exactly Aaron? And before you answer, Poppy is my friend so I hope your intentions are pure!" Aaron grinned and poked his tongue out at her, "I swear on my cold dead heart that my intentions are totally cool Sam! I mean, maybe my thoughts aren't, she is totally cute and I've had a thing for her for ages but she'd never look at a dork like me! She's all loved up with that dork Brian. It kills me Sam, she is just so sweet and funny and super smart and he is like, a total jock! What I wouldn't give to have a girl like Poppy as my girlfriend, I'd be the best boyfriend ever and treat her like a queen and that spaz throws a football and lands her without having to do anything! Life sucks sometimes." "Oh Aaron. Yes, life sometimes seems unfair but even total dorks like you can catch a break!" Aaron stared at her in surprise and she laughed, "What if I told you that Poppy and Brian broke up tonight, her decision, and that I think she might be in need of someone sweet and kind to walk her home." Aaron's eyes widened, "Really? You think she'd left me walk her home?" Sam hugged him and saw a vision of Poppy and Aaron, a few years older in the local park. Aaron dropped to one knee and held out a jewellery box and Poppy burst into tears, obviously tears of joy because Sam could clearly see her mouth the word Yes. Aaron swooped her into his arms and swung her around before cupping her face and kissing her deeply. As his hands slid down her back to cup her butt, Sam released him. "I think she would love it if you offered to escort her home Aaron. All women like to be treated like a lady and despite your outfit tonight, you are most definitely a gentleman. Now get out there and be as sweet as I know you can be!" Aaron gave her a mock salute and dashed out of the kitchen as Sam pottered about giving them time alone. A few moments later, Aaron called out that he was going to take Poppy home and wishing her a Happy Halloween, Poppy echoing his words. Grinning Sam yelled back, "Have a great life you two!" "What?" "Sorry! Great night!" She giggled at the Freudian slip and heard the door close. Counting to ten, she entered the bakery and saw the two walk down the street, Aaron chivalrously wrapping his coat around her shoulders. Sam sighed and just like that, lanterns four and five spluttered out simultaneously. Eleven o'clock loomed and Sam shifted her gaze from the lone Jack' O Lantern illuminating the window sill and Cal's on the counter. Five spells cast and seemingly granted, not bad for a night's work. She wondered who would enter the bakery next and whether their desires would be as pure as Aaron's and Poppy's or of the sexual variety. She saw the lights of Alex's Garage turn off and squinting into the darkness, saw David and Alex stagger out, holding hands and looking remarkably dishevelled. Good for them! She recalled her visions of them, of the look on Alex's face as he ate her pussy and felt the wetness between her own legs. Not long now before she could relieve her own tension and next week when she picked up her one-night stand, she'd start by asking him to eat her out in the same way. So caught up in the scenario of her dark haired stranger between her thighs, licking her clit and teasing her opening with his fingers she was shocked to see Aileen closing the door behind her. Taking a deep breath Sam stood and welcomed her friend, going to fetch a cup of cider. Aileen took it gratefully and dropped into the chair, drinking half the cup in one go before resting her head on the table. Sam joined her and waited for Aileen to compose herself. As an ER nurse in the local Hospital , Aileen York worked ridiculously long hours, something that she loved but that 2 years ago had finally driven her husband George into the arms of another woman. As soon as the divorce was finalised George had re-married and thankfully he and his new wife had quickly left town, leaving Aileen to lick her wounds and throw herself back into the job she loved. Aileen frequently dropped in to Hain's on her way home from work for a herbal tea and a chat and Sam always welcomed her, knowing how tough the loneliness could be and glad to be able to offer her some companionship. More than once, Sam had suggested Aileen start dating again, but she always shook her head sadly, citing her job, her age, her looks as reasons not to try. Sam thought that Aileen was amazing, kind hearted, caring beyond words and still extremely attractive for a woman in her forties but it all fell on deaf ears. When George walked out on her, he took more than just his presence, he walked out with the last of her hope. Aileen lifted her head, and Sam was shocked to see just how exhausted she was. Her normally sparkly green eyes seemed dull and the shadows under her eyes were a stark contrast to the ghostly white of her skin. "Bad day honey?" Aileen sighed and sipped her cider, "No worse than usual Sam. No-one died which is a blessing but like most nights it's just a constant stream of people needing help. Lots of frightened people looking to me to help them and I try my best to comfort them. Tonight we had this adorable little boy come in who'd somehow managed to fall off a roof and shatter his little leg in 8 places! His father was as broken as he was, he'd been out on a date and left the boy with a sitter!" "Wow! No date should end up in the Emergency Room!" Aileen gave her a weak smile and yawned, "Definitely not Sam. He was crying, the poor kid was crying and I'm trying to calm them both whilst running around looking after everyone else. I don't know..." She sighed again and Sam gave her an encouraging smile, "I just wonder what the point of it all is sometimes. All that pain and hurt and sadness and there's me offering a kind word and a pain pill! It just doesn't seem enough. I mean I try to help but I wonder if I actually am." "What on earth are you taking about Aileen! You are an amazing nurse and an amazing woman! You spend your life caring for people and without you this town would be worse off! Stop your crazy talk woman!" Aileen laughed in earnest and Sam grinned, turning to her display cases and filling a box with several slices of cheesecake, her lips barely moving as she cast her penultimate spell, "Okay Sam! Crazy talk suspended -- Stat! I just wonder if what I'm doing is enough sometimes. Am I the best nurse I can be? Am I doing it right?" Sam gently placed the box before Aileen and shrugged, "I think we all feel that way some days but its normal. The trick is not to let these moments of self doubt drag you down." "And if I can't do that?" Sam tapped the box and laughed, "Then you drown those feelings with cheesecake! Or better yet, run a hot bubble bath, pour yourself a big glass of wine and proceed to drown the self doubt with cheesecake eaten in a bubble bath and washed down with wine! That pesky self doubt can't withstand that triple threat!" Aileen laughed and opened the box, her mouth forming an O of delight as she saw the slices of pumpkin-hazelnut and New York style cheesecake inside. "I should point out that the Pumpkin one is brand new and you are the first person besides me to get to try it." "Wow, now that makes me feel super special!" "That's because you are special Aileen, and if it takes cheesecake to prove it, I'll give you a lifetime's supply!" Aileen sniffed, the sheen of tears making her eyes sparkle again. Sam reached over to hug her and felt the now familiar heat and light bombard her senses. She saw Aileen and an unknown but remarkably attractive man walking hand in hand as the man carried a little boy in a leg cast on his shoulders. She watched as they entered a house and put the sleeping child to bed, the look of love on the man's face as he looked at the boy shifting to one of desire as he looked at Aileen. They closed the bedroom door and walked hand in hand down the hallway before entering the master bedroom. The man pulled Aileen into his arms and took her mouth, his hands mapping her body like a blind man. She saw Aileen unbutton his pants and walk him backwards towards the bed before stripping him of his sweater and pushing him onto his back, her face alive and happy. Sam pulled back as Aileen started to sob in earnest and Sam wiped her tears with a napkin. "I'm sorry to cry on you Sam. I'm just feeling a bit down I guess and overtired and way too emotional!" "It's fine honey. Nothing wrong with a good cry now and again. It's cathartic and stops bloating." Aileen laughed and between the laugh and the sobs it came out as a hiccup. Both now giggling, Aileen looked younger and Sam rubbed her back to stem the hiccups, glad to be back in her vision of Aileen's future. The man was now laying naked on the pillows, his cock standing upright and glistening with his arousal. Aileen straddled his thighs and licked him from root to tip, swirling her tongue over the head before retracing her steps. He stroked her hair from her face as she took him into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked him deeper and Sam watched as the tendons in his neck appeared, his control on a knife edge. Again and again, Aileen took his cock into her mouth, her eyes never leaving his face as she took his entire length, the pleasure of the act apparent on her face. He managed to raise himself onto his elbows as she sucked him again, releasing his erection from between her lips as he spurted his cum into her open mouth. Aileen never stopped licking him, as he pumped stream after stream of spunk onto her tongue, his gaze dreamy as she swallowed each burst. Sated, she lapped him clean and crawled up his prone body before he cradled her face and kissed her. His hands touched her reverently as Aileen sucked his tongue between her lips, his spent cock already showing signs of revitalisation. Sam grinned and released Aileen, pleased that she had not only great sex but validation in her near future, "Come on lady. No more tears and no more self doubt. You are a gorgeous, sexy, amazing woman and you need to start owning it! Now go home, run that bath, drink your wine, eat both slices of cheesecake and get some sleep. You'll feel so much brighter in the morning, I promise." Aileen stood and picked up the patisserie box before kissing Sam on the cheek, "I can't thank you enough Sam. No matter what life has thrown at me, you've always been there for me and I can't imagine a better friend than you." Sam blushed and waved her off, "Awww shucks Aileen, that's what friends are for. If I was ever in a bind, you'd do the same for me." "In a heartbeat!" They grinned at each other as Aileen opened the door and swept off into the night. Still grinning, Sam waved her off, whispering her incantation into the night and turned to the sixth Jack O' Lantern which finally flickered out as Aileen walked out of view. Still smiling, Sam checked the clock. Only 5 minutes left until midnight. She had accomplished so much, 6 spells given out with honest intentions and 6 lanterns extinguished, evidence that each of the recipients would achieve their hearts desire. Everything had gone to plan and as she cited her incantation for the hundredth time she wondered if she would finally get her own wish. Outside on the street, people were going home, couples held hands and parents carried sugared out sleeping children back to their beds. She smiled, happy that her little town was settled and that she had been able to help in her own way. Witches were not allowed to use magic to benefit themselves directly but she had found a loophole. She may not be able to call Callum back to her and fall madly in love with her but she could cast a spell that made his heart's desire come true. It would always pain her to know they would never be together but if she could make sure he was safe, happy and loved, it might give her some peace. Locking the door, Sam turned towards the seventh Jack O' Lantern and paused. Everything that had happened tonight had led up to this moment. She'd felt heat and light, seen passion and love and lust and ached, for the love she would never experience and the lust she would soon sate. Composing herself, she placed her hands on the counter either side on the pumpkin and began to recite her final spell, "I nunc amit me tea mare simul lorem ipsum dolor Callum et eius caritas quoqu sicerit in me ex caritate." The words fell from her lips as she recited the spell again, her words pleading for Callum to find his true love and live a happy life. She stared into the eyes of the pumpkin, his crooked grin mocking her as she chanted the Latin again and again. So caught in her magic, Sam didn't hear the heavens open or the crash of thunder that rattled her windows. It was only when the lightening broke and illuminated her bakery with white light that she turned, just as her locked door burst open and a rain soaked figure fell through. Adrenaline coursed through her veins as the figure staggered towards her and she flexed her fingers, preparing her defence magic. If this drenched stranger tried to ambush her he would pay the highest price. The Best Kind of Magic He moved closer and Sam began her spell but just as the final words were about to flee her lips, the lightning flashed again and she saw his face. Her knees gave out and she slumped to the floor as Callum Hall closed the distance between them and took her in his arms. He was soaked to the bone but as Sam clung to him, the heat radiating between them, he looked like perfection. Within seconds, he was dry and they sat there, surrounded by faint wisps of steam as Sam shivered in his embrace. Cal looked stunned, his face flushed and his pupils huge as he pulled her closer and he took a gulp of air into his lungs in preparation to speak. Sam opened her mouth but before she could say a word, Cal kissed her, his lips firm and warm as his tongue plunged between her lips. She mewled as he licked her mouth, his teeth grazing her bottom lip as he took the kiss deeper. Her hands grasped his head and she pulled back, staring into his eyes and praying that they were clear and not glazed by magic. Growling at their separation, Cal pulled her into his lap and cradled her ass in his hands, settling her firmly against his straining erection. Sam stared into his clear brown eyes and held his jaw as she sucked his bottom lip, tracing the seam with her tongue. She teased him, pulling back an inch each time he tried to thrust his tongue into her mouth before giving them both what they wanted. As the heat spread through her body Sam held him tightly as her tongue explored his mouth, his taste better than any treat she could prepare. His hands caressed her thighs, bunching her dress around her thighs and she knelt to allow his to pull it up her body. As he threw it over his head, Sam naked in his lap, Callum hissed and raked her body with his gaze. She sat taller, arching her back and thrusting her breasts forward, her nipples as hard as the cock jerking against her pussy. Cal groaned as he latched on to one nipple, sucking it into his mouth as he rubbed and tweaked the other. Sam undulated on his lap as he bit her, his fingers pinching her other nipple simultaneously. She felt his grin against her breast as he repeated the action, his teeth pulling her hardened nipple put before releasing it, soothing the sting with gentle laps of his tongue. She dug her fingers into his scalp pulling him closer as he switched his attention to her other nipple and as his teeth bit down gently into her breast she erupted into an orgasm so intense her vision blurred. White light surrounded her, heat coiled through her body and as Cal's mouth worshipped her breast she felt a corresponding stroke against her clit. Crying out into the night, Sam shattered as Cal rubbed her clit as if he'd been doing it all of his life, drawing out her orgasm until she hovered on the edge of pain. He slid his fingers into her wetness, stroking her firmly as he kissed her nipples, his tongue gentle as she shuddered through the last vestiges of her climax. Gulping air into her lungs, she refocused on Cal as he removed his fingers and sucked her juices from them, his eyes never leaving hers, "Now that really is the sweetest treat I have ever tasted!" Groaning Sam fell on him, kissing him again and tasting herself on his lips. Her body tingled in the aftermath of her orgasm but she wanted more. She wanted everything she had seen tonight and she wanted more, all of it with Callum. For a second she considered using magic to spirit them back to her bed, stripping him naked to save time but she ignored it, wanting the whole experience to be real. She may only have tonight with him, and she didn't want to look back on it and think magic had played a part. She pulled his t shirt from his body and used her position to press him onto his back. He grinned as she kissed his jaw, licking a path down to his neck and feasting on the pulse that beat there. His hands never left her, stroking her back, her breasts, whatever he could touch as she explored him. His body had filled out over the years and as she licked the muscles of his biceps she moaned in delight. Changing direction she licked his nipple and was delighted when he flinched, his groan strangled as she sucked the tiny bud between her lips and flicked it with her tongue. He bucked up against her and Sam felt the heat of his cock against her pussy through his jeans. She moved to suck his other nipple and hurriedly unbuttoned him, climbing off him to strip him of the remains of his clothes. Callum lay on the floor of her bakery, his arms crossed behind his head and his cock twitching. He stared up at Sam as she shook out her hair and tossed his jeans onto the floor next to her dress. She felt vital, more alive than ever and thanked whatever magic had brought him here. Kneeling she started to lick a path up his abs but he stopped her, gripping her hips and pulling her up straddle his face. Before she could murmur her disapproval, he licked her pussy firmly and settled her knees over his shoulders before parting her with his thumbs, his tongue finding her clit with expert precision. Any words she may have had died on her tongue as his danced across her pussy. She sobbed as he alternated between sucking her clit and thrusting his fingers inside of her and licking her pussy whilst circling her pleasure centre. He seemed to be everywhere and his moans of delight filled her from the inside out. As his lips gently suckled her clit, she exploded again and felt her body release its pleasure into mouth, his tongue dipping inside of her to taste more of the warm cream. His hands held her hips firmly in place as he devoured her and she shook as his clever tongue bought her off for a third time. Collapsing she rested her forehead on her hands as Cal gently turned her onto her back and cradled her head on his shoulder. He stroked her body, the gesture sweet and calming as her breathing calmed. She kissed his neck and stroked her hand down his stomach, surprised to find his skin slick with come. She looked at him and blushed, "Did I do that?" He kissed her and laughed, "Partly Sammie, but I have to admit that when you came in my mouth I shot my load! Kind of embarrassing but it was worth it!" Giggling she buried her face in his neck and traced her fingers through the sticky fluid, scooping it up to bring to her lips. As his flavour burst on her tongue,she felt energised and shifted to lick the rest from his skin. Her tongue traced the definition of his abdominal muscles as she cleaned him and she smiled indulgently as she felt his cock harden against her breast. Sliding down his body she squeezed her arms together and trapped his erection between the valley of her cleavage, thrilled when he gasped in delight. Gazing up at him as she rocked back and forth, his cock thrusting against her soft flesh, she almost came again at the look on his face. Flicking out her tongue she lapped at the head each time it emerged from the embrace of her cleavage and as his eyes darkened she released him, sucking his cock in earnest. He howled as she licked the tender ridge of flesh beneath the head and capped him, her fingers steadily squeezing his balls. Never breaking eye contact she bobbed her head, taking him deep on one stroke and then kissing the shiny head on the next. On and on she teased him, deep suction and then gentle kisses before he was bucking his hips upwards, "You... don't... have... to... God, Sammie... feels sooo good! Oh please... I want to come... so bad!" She reached for his hands and placed them on her head, giving him control of her motions. She doubted he would face fuck her but she was relaxed enough that it would be okay. He stroked her hair as he thrust between her lips until she could feel the blunt tip of his cock against her throat. She gagged and Cal immediately started to withdraw but she dug her nails into his butt and took him deeper, relaxing her throat and humming. Immediately he yelled out as his cock erupted inside her mouth, his hot seed pumping down her throat. Cal's back arched and he bent his knees, the wiry hair of his thighs causing havoc with her senses. She arched back, rubbing her wet pussy against his thigh as she milked his cock, the overwhelming sensation of having him so wild for her tipped her over again and as she sobbed her climax, Cal's cock deep in her throat, Sam swore she had never felt better. She crawled back up his body and they kissed. Both too exhausted to do more, they sweetly brushed lips and cuddled, their bodies too sated and sleepy to attempt anything more intense. They talked, briefly Cal filled her in on his life in London and Sam told him that life hadn't really changed much since he'd gone. He told her that he'd never forgotten her, that the memory of their kiss still haunted his dreams and that he'd wished he hadn't had to leave. She kissed his chest and told him that it was okay. That maybe it wasn't the right time then. Cal sat up and gazed at her, his eyes dark with yet unfulfilled passion and he playfully stroked her nipple, "I flew into Boston on Tuesday to see my folks and I don't know why... but tonight, I just had this overwhelming urge to drive here, to see you. I can't explain it Sammie, I've been back since, and I've always thought about you, but tonight... It was like I was suffocating and it wasn't until I got on the road and started driving that I felt I could breathe again." "And now? You feel pretty great to me!" Cal laughed and kissed her deeply, his tongue igniting her dormant desire, "I feel fucking awesome Sammie. I still can't breathe great but that'll happen when the woman of your dreams is laying naked next to you. But yeah, I feel great. Like I used to when I was around you." "If you feel great being around me Cal, imagine how fabulous you'll feel being inside of me!" "Fuck Sammie! Why the hell did I ever leave town?!" She pushed him onto his back and grinned, her fingers fluttering over his nipples and stopping anymore conversation. Whatever had happened was in the past and no amount of questioning would change it. If he had stayed back then they may have had sex but they might have just stayed as they were, friends who politely danced around each other. He groaned as she plucked his tiny nipples and rocked her wet core against his straining erection, her pussy twitching in anticipation. She kissed him, a wet frenzy of tongue and teeth and withdrew, holding his gaze as she held his cock in position and pushed down to take him inside her pussy. Cal hissed as she gripped him with her hands, slowly feeding him inch by inch into her dripping cunt. Halfway down and she withdrew, leaving just the head inside and she circled her hips, teasing them both. He reached for her breasts and pinched her nipples and she pushed down, taking him to the root, shivering slightly as he stretched her with his size. He snarled, his lips peeling back from his teeth as he gripped her hips, his fingers leaving white marks in their wake. Sam felt the heat radiating from Cal as her body shuddered around him and outside the thunder broke, sending her over the edge again. Cal groaned and bit his lip and he bucked through her convulsions, trying to hold off from his own orgasm. Bracing her hands on his chest, Sam rolled her hips and tried to clench her internal muscles around his cock as wave after wave of pleasure rocked her body. She felt like she was drowning, totally unable to control the sensations wracking her body and she stared down at Cal, awed by what they did to each other. Cal gazed back, as overwhelmed as she, and spread his feet on the floor to give himself more leverage to slam up into her. Sam couldn't control it and slumped over him and thankfully he took over, rolling her onto her back and wrapping her thighs around his waist as he slammed into her, his cock hitting her clit at the perfect angle. Somewhere, someone howled and neither knew if it was them or each other and still Cal pumped into her, the sweat dripping down his face as he gripped her butt, rotating his hips on each thrust. Sam cried out, her head whipping from side to side as he buried himself inside of her and claimed her body as his own. She needed to come but out of the corner of her eye, she saw the final lantern burning away and knew she had to somehow hold off. Sam tightened her thighs around him and focused on milking him with her internal muscles, squeezing his cock and rippling around him as he thrust balls deep inside her. He cried out and pinched her nipple in retaliation and she did it again, "Fuck me Cal! Fuck me with your big hard cock!" He muttered and pistoned into her with renewed vigour, "Come in me baby! I need to feel you come in my pussy... I've waited for you for so long!" She squeezed him again, and felt the tension flood her body as his cock burst inside of her, the heat flooding her insides and filling her with his seed. She clenched and shuddered around him, tears spilling from her eyes as he drove her forward, his body exhausted but determined to empty his balls inside of her. Her vision blurred and for a second she blacked out as he buried himself inside of her, hitting her clit with pinpoint precision. Sam wailed as Cal collapsed over her, bracing his arms to avoid crushing her altogether. Both breathless, they stared at each other in awe as Cal's cock continued to pulse inside of her and when he sucked her bottom lip between his teeth and swivelled his hips one last time, Sam came again, a soft slow orgasm that turned her bones to mush. As she sobbed, he calmed her, kissing her face and telling her how perfect she was. Sam kissed him back and as their tongues caressed, neither noticed the final lanterns splutter out. Stretching her aching limbs, she rose from the bed and walked to the window, the glow of the full moon illuminating the fine specimen currently sleeping in her bed. Ever since she'd first laid eyes on him at 14, she had been in love with Callum Hall and after their kiss when she was 21, she was lost. Opportunity has evaded her and she'd carried on, trying to bring happiness to others through magic and baked goods, all the while wondering what she had missed out on. Now she knew. Callum Hall was her soul mate, her other half and the only man who could fill every void in her heart and body. Giggling, she thought of their evening, of how he had taken her to such heights and shown her just what she was capable of. In the morning they would talk, they had to, no way was she waiting another 7 years for a night like this one. Although the 7 orgasms Cal had expertly drawn from her body were almost worth the wait... almost. Cal stirred and smiled sleepily at her, extending his hand out to invite her back to the warmth of her bed and the pleasures of his body. She moved towards him before turning and bowing her head to moon, saying a silent prayer of thanks. As she slid beneath the covers and felt Cal's cock hard and insistent against her stomach she sighed. She'd come seven times to his three so it was only fair he got another 4 orgasms before she let him out of her bed. Seven really was her lucky number and tonight truly was her night. As it should be, after all, she was Sam Hain!