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Magic

By: redtexaggie



I walked in the door of the building, a nondescript looking place off of the interstate. The sign outside was cheep neon, in red letters, “The Rose.” I heard of this place from postings over the net. A seemingly low class nude-modeling studio, where you could find much more than you would ever bargain for.

Inside, the light was low. A few couches filled two walls, and a large counter was directly across from me. As the door shut, a girl in a tight micro dress stepped to the counter. She looked Hispanic, maybe Cuban. 

“Hello, welcome to the Rose. Have you been here before?”

Her accent was not too thick. Enough to let you know she was not of American birth, but could speak excellent English.

“No first time. Heard this was an excellent place to come to.”

She cocked her head slightly while staring at me, weighing my statement. “And where did you hear about us sir?”

“Over the Internet. Guy in a chat room suggested this place. Said his name was Texas Red and that he was a regular. Said to ask for the Fabulosa special.”

She smiled when I said Fabulosa, realizing what I meant. “ Yes, I know the gentleman you speak of. Well then, please follow me.’

She stepped from behind the counter and I followed her down a small hallway off the right, away from the door I would have figure I go through to the modeling rooms. She opened a door and I followed her down another hallway. She stopped before a second door and turned to face me.

“You do understand the payment for the Fabulosa is up front?”

“Of course.”

I reached into my wallet and handed her the amount that Texas Red had advised I bring. $400 in twenties. A large amount, but according to Red, a small price for what I was about to experience.

“Good, and the remaining payment please?”

I had wondered if Red had truly been serious about this second part, regardless of how many times he told me over E-mail and the phone about this. I reached into the pocket of my coat and pulled out the three small glass vials containing the herbs I had procured. What they were exactly, I didn’t quite know. Some of the ones on the list I had recognized from my studies in college and from reading I had done on witchcraft and sorcery. A little shop in Houston’s China town had provided these, the owner looking at me oddly when I asked for them. 

“Why you want these? They do no good for any ache or pain. No good for medicine.”

“I was told to ask for them. They’re part of payment for some folks.”

At this his eyes had narrowed and you could see sudden comprehension of my plans come over him.

“You go to whorehouse with these, yes?”

“Uh, might be. Listen I just need these herbs, can I get them or not.”

He sat the plants down and looked at me. “I give you these things, but you listen closely first, then decide you still want them.”

Separately, all these herbs were just plants, the old Oriental had told me. But together, mixed properly, they could be used to create a brew to cast spells over, to control the mind and the senses. I had enough experience in dealing with the Asian culture to take the old mans words deadly serious.

“Only one kind of person ask for these to use. A women who is not a women, who will devour your soul if she use this. Listen well to me.”

He told me all he knew of this, and I listened intently. Finally when he was done, I still took the herbs, and paid extra for his knowledge and an antidote to anything this brew might do.

I now handed the girl the vials and she held them up to the light to examine them. She smiled recognizing the plants inside. “Excellent, follow me please.”

We stepped through he door into a large room. The lights here were a bit brighter, large lamps shining softly, The furniture here was much more expensive, the floor covered with what seemed to be thick Persian style rugs. A large four poster bed with a silk canopy dominated the room. 

“Please make yourself comfortable. The Fabulosa will begin momentarily. “

I stripped down to my underwear, wanting the girl to finish for me. As I folded my jacket, I reached into the inside pocket, and pule out a small vial, containing a deep green liquid. I attached it to the leather strung beads on my neck already. It looked to be just a pendant now, nothing unusual. If I did get into trouble this would be my escape, maybe the only way out.

A door at the far end of the room opened and in walked three women. To call them beautiful was to be unkind. They were unlike any women I had ever seen. The first was a blonde, tall and lithe, her breasts seeming to want to burst from the leather bustier she wore. The second, Asian, possibly Korean I thought. She wore a black and red bikini set, her hard muscular body tan and firm.

The third was the most striking. A redhead. But not simply red. Fiery, explosively beautiful red hair cascaded past her shoulders down to the middle of her back. She wore a simple gown, thin straps holding it on her shoulders, breasts large but firm, nipples hard through the black silk. 

They stood at the foot of the bed, seemingly for minutes, letting me stare at them, them at me. Something in their eyes seemed almost inhuman, predatory. I waited for them to speak, the old mans admonitions running through my mind.

“Welcome, to the Fabulosa. I am Lilith,” said the red head. “This is Ling, pointing to the Asian girl, and this is Lysette,” motioning to the blonde. 

“What would you care for this evening good sir?”

I had been told about this question and told what to ask for.

“I want to you to make me feel like no women ever has, to satisfy every part of my body and mind. Make me feel like I never have, Can you do that?’

The laughed in unison and Ling and Lysette began to crawl across the bed towards me. Lilith walked to a table across the room and I saw her pick up the vials of herbs. She began to empty them into a small bowl I had noticed earlier and sat this on a holder directly over a candle. Then she added some water from a small pitcher. My blood chilled a the sight of her beginning to mix this brew.

My attention was brought back to the bed by the feel of Lings tongue slowly sliding up my leg. Lysette was now face with me. Her mouth pressed hard to mine and our tongues began to intertwine. My hands began to roam across her hard body and I felt he cool leather of her corset under my hands. 

Ling had reached my crotch by now and began to kiss the growing bulge in my shorts. Her mouth seemed unbelievably hot through the fabric and I longed to feel it on my skin. I arched up and she dragged them down off my hips, my erect cock springing into view. 

‘Oh my, such a nice cock you have,” she murmured. Her tongue snaked out and began to lick all over it, seeming to wrap around it. I wondered just how long her tongue could be, and pushed the sudden thought of what she could really be from my mind. 

Lysette was still busily kissing my face and neck, my hands grabbing her breasts through the leather. She sat up and reached around to begin unlacing the garment, allowing me free range at those lovely tits. I bowed my head to suck her nipples as I felt Ling engulf my hard rod with her mouth, her lips sliding all the way down to the base. The sensation was exquisite her mouth incredibly hot, and she sucked harder than any women ever had.

Lilith was now back beside the bed watching he carnal show in front of her with a smile. She held the bowl in her hands, steam rising from it. I noticed the apparent heat of it didn’t bother her and more warnings flashed through my mind. The other girls stopped and sat up to look at her.

She held the bowl out to me. “It’s an ancient potion that will enhance the pleasures you will feel. Theirs no danger in it, the herbs you brought are all safe, natural.” 

The brew was a rich red color, almost like a wine. It smelt slightly spicy and not unpleasant at all. “ What will happen if I don’t drink this?” I asked. I just wanted to see how far I could push them before one made a mistake. 

The redhead turned a bit red, I noticed at this. “But it’s all part of the experience. If you knew to get the herbs you knew why”

“True, I did know why. But I also know what they can do when mixed just right. And I also know who the only beings in the world are who would wan such herbs.”

My words seemed to leave a silence. All three girls looked at me, something between fear and rage beginning to build on their faces. I quickly rolled backwards of the bed, landing on my feet and ripped the pendant off my neck. I popped the lid off and held it up for them to see. 

“Drink anyone? No, then I’ll do it.”

I sucked down the green liquid as I heard one them gasp with realization at what I was doing. As it hit my stomach, I felt the sensation the old man had described. My head seemed to spin for a minute and I closed my eyes trying to steady myself. Suddenly the burning started and I t felt as though my veins were on fire. I breathed deeply concentrating on my breath, trying to stay calm, to let it pass. Although it was only a few seconds, it seemed like minutes before it quit. I opened my eyes and realized all the old man had said was true. The green liquid would save me, but would also allow me to see through the haze of spells that surrounded this room.

What had been three beautiful women was now something different. They still looked like women and were quite attractive. But the little details the magic had hid were now revealed. The slight point to the tops of their ears, the rather reptilian slant of Lings eyes, the claw-like appearance of Lysettes hands now. And all had the fangs, those wickedly beautiful little fangs he had warned me of. I walked across the room slowly, never turning my back to them and grabbed my pants, and slipped them on.

“Don’t worry I’m not leaving, just would rather be dress a bit a this point in time.”

I reached into my pocket to pull out the last item that the old man had given me. It looked like a small knife,, which it was. But it was spelled to take care of these lovely creatures should they prove to be not so lovely.

They all stared at me uncertain of what to do.

“Please, sit, lets chat and then maybe we can pick things back up. Just need to clear the air a bit now.”

Lilith walked over to a couch and sat down staring at me.

“Why did you come here and do this. You knew what we were and you still came. Why?”

“Call me crazy, but I like adventure. And when I heard of a whorehouse here in Austin where for a small price a guy could get fucked silly by three women, I jumped at it. The money did seem low, but then I was told about the herbs that you had to bring for the ‘Love Drink.’ So when I went down to Houston to get the herbs, I went down to Chinatown and asked one of the old pharmacists about all this. He asked me a lot of questions about why I needed this stuff, where it was going to, put two and two together and realized what you all were really doing. Pretty intense idea really. Three semi-immortal witches, demons almost. I can’t remember the Chinese term he used for you. But he figured your were using your power to seduce men, take a little cash and get what you really need to live. Male semen and a little blood. Ingenious concoction you gals use to keep alive. Ever thought about going commercial?”

The humor of my words was lost on all but Lilith who laughed softly. “You do have us figured out. And even bring a spelled blade for protection. You truly are brave. But why did you take the potion to reveal us. Why didn’t you just get fucked and leave. A little semen and maybe a bite wouldn’t hurt you.”

“True, but I also know that that bite would be the way you infect me, get me hooked to you. You keep these men coming back month after month, a steady supply of cum for you. And you use them, break them financially, and destroy their marriages. No thanks ma’am, I don’t need a blow-job that bad.”

She smiled again. “Then what do you want?”

“Exactly what I asked for. Just because I know the truth doesn’t mean I’m no less turned on here. And I think I’d like a drink of that fine brew over there now. The effects will be different now, but I’ll still get something out of it. What do you say.”

Lilith considered the idea carefully. She sat thinking for long moments. I looked at the other two, sitting silent on the bed. “Well? Any takers?’

Lysete jumped up and walked across to me. The anger in her face was obvious. “I will not be part of this. You risk our existence with your little stunt. If I were stronger I would tear you from limb to limb. How dare you sit here and think yourself equal to us. I am 500 years old, DO YOU HEAR ME! I have seen and learned more and forgotten more than you will ever know. May you burn in Hell mortal. I will not be your whore tonight.” She stalked from the room and slammed the door.

Ling sat in silence, obviously thinking. She looked at me and slowly nodded her head. “I’ll stay mortal. If you are smart enough to discover us, then you may be wise enough to actually pleasure a women.’ We both turned to look at Lilith. She sat staring and thinking.

“You may have him first Ling. I want him alone. I sense this one has a fire I have not known in ages.”

With that she turned and walked to lock the door, and motioned me to the bed. I stripped back down and walked to where Ling was now laying. She was still beautiful in a animalistic, surreal way. Her skin was still exquisitely smooth over her firm muscles. As she licked her lips I saw that her tongue was at least twice as long as a normal humans and she could control it very well. 

Lilith walked back to the bed and sat down across from me. “You know the secrets of what we are, and why we do what we do. But you don’t know everything mortal. Let me tell you why we use the brew. It allows the spell we use for disguise to remain intact at all times. You see sex is one of our weaknesses. We need it to exist, to get what we need to survive. This crude little whorehouse set up has worked well. We only need to drop in here about twice a week, and the rest of the time, we live a life of relative luxury. Two hundred dollars times 10 men a month keeps this place open for the real owners who we also control through our means. The problem comes in during the act itself. You see when we have an orgasm the spells weaken, waver a bit. Its like the subconscious part of our mind that keeps them woven breaks down and if we were with someone, they would see the true us. Then we’d have to kill them. So the potion distorts reality a bit, keeps the illusion real and makes the sex better. But because you know have taken that little vial of fluid, you see us as we are. All the brew will do now is allow me to use my magic more effectively on you to enhance tonight. You’re totally safe, as I’m sure you know. So drink now, I want to see you perform.

She handed me the bowl, still warm. I sipped down the contents and felt it burn slightly all the way down. There was no other apparent effect, no shifting of the room, dizziness, or anything. I sat the bowl down and turned to face Ling, who was stretched out beside me. I slowly ran my hand up her body, across her flat stomach, dragging my fingers up between her breasts. Her skin felt like, silk it was so smooth. I lay down beside her and continued running my hands over her body. She responded by relaxing and giving into the feeling. My lips pressed to hers and our tongues began to entangle. She kissed like no human ever could, seeming to stimulate every nerve in my body with her mouth only. Our arms wrapped around each other and we hungrily began to explore each other. 

My hands ran down to her small, firm breasts. I reached back with the other hand to undue her bra and set them free. Once loose, I grasped her nipple between my lips, biting it gently, sucking it fiercely. She grabbed my head, forcing more breast into my mouth. “Harder, bite it harder.” she begged. I complied bringing a long soft moan from her lips. I focused all my concentration on her breasts for minutes, pausing to run my hand down between her thighs. I could the warmth coming from her, and began to gently rub her pussy through the silken fabric. 

“Why don’t you just use your mouth instead down there.” she purred.

I kissed my way down her stomach and with my teeth pulled down her panties. Her pubic hair was dark and neatly trimmed. She smelt hot and exotic, but very clean. I ran my tongue over her slit, bringing more sighs and moans. I began flicking her clit, lightly, teasingly, sliding my tongue up inside her sweet hole. She placed her legs over my shoulders and wrapped herself around my head, grinding her pussy in my face. I licked feverishly, wanting to please her, focusing all my efforts on making this beautiful creature succumb to my tongue. 

Her breathing became faster, more shallow and she got louder and louder. Her nails dug into my scalp and I was amazed at the strength in her legs. Suddenly she began to buck and then arched her back, her legs still wrapped around my head. I felt my upper body being lifted off the bed by her strength and she screamed out her orgasm, cumming like no women I’d ever seen. Her pussy was dripping wet, juice flowing almost like cum from a cock. I licked and slurped like a fiend, my face covered with her juices, it dripping on to my neck and chest.

She finally relaxed, and released my head. I sat back, gazing at her. She was covered in a glow of sweat, looking like a goddess of lust, purely made to fuck. She sat up and grabbed my cock, suddenly engulfing it in her mouth, swallowing it to the base. She sucked hard for a few moments, then released me. She turned to face the headboard, getting on hands and knees.

‘Now fuck me, fuck me like you want me to die from it, like this is the last fucking I’ll ever get and you want it to last me forever.”

Her brazen words made my cock swell even more, if that were possible. I turned suddenly to look across form the bed, where Lilith sat watching us. She had her gown pulled up and was propped up on a couch, fucking her self with a large dildo while we performed for her. ”Don’t mind me. I just couldn’t help but get all wet. I’ve never seen Ling cum that hard. So know let’s see you fuck her.

I ran the head of my cock slowly over her outer lips, stroking her clit with it, She wiggled her ass against me, wanting me to quit and just put ti tin. Knowing now how tough these ladies were, I simply drove it in, all the way on the first stroke. Ling stifled a scream, then moaned long and loud at the sudden invasion of her pussy. I leaned over her and reached around to rub her clit as I began to fuck her.

Her body moved with me and we soon were fucking at an unbelievable pace, I surely should have cum by now, but the brew was beginning to work. I looked over and saw Lilith mouthing words at me, moving her hands in slight, rhythmic patterns. The feeling of impending orgasm faded and I knew I would be able to fuck as long as these ladies asked me too. I rode Ling unmercifully, my hips slamming into her, driving her down onto the bed. I held myself up and began to fuck her harder still. She cried out under me, begging for more, her hands gripping the headboard, nails digging into the silk sheets. 

Suddenly I felt an odd sensation and looked over to Lilith, She chanted more words now and I felt myself and Ling begin to rise off the bed. With no leverage to push against, I pulled myself up onto her body, intertwining out legs, and wrapping my arms around her waist. My hands grabbed her tits, twisting the nipples, bringing more moans and screams. We floated some three-foot off the bed. I felt us begin to rotate, still fucking like animals. Ling reached up to grip my face and asked me to stop for a moment. She muttered a few words and began to lower herself to the bed, leaving me floating in mid air, looking somewhat hilarious I suspect. 


Magic



Alex screamed once again into her gag, like she had been periodically doing for the past hour. The muffled noise only served to frustrate her more, and she struggled uselessly against her bonds.

Her eyes were blindfolded, her wrists tied together and stretched above her head. Her ankles were also tied together, and to something else, sturdy. The way she was stretched out left her effectively immobile, but only bordering on painful--more uncomfortable than anything else. Judging by the softness under her back, she guessed that the implement used to bind her was a bed. This frightened her.

Her wrists chaffed as she struggled against the course ropes, stubbornly refusing to give up hope, although she knew that it was hopeless. She couldn't get herself free. The pain in her wrists was nothing though, easily dealt with, especially when there was something more pressing gnawing at her mind, her entire body—the horrible, numbing fright.

It couldn't have been more than a day before, though to Alex it seemed like a lifetime, that she was walking home from the grocery store, just a small bag of essentials in her hand. Her day had been perfectly normal thus far, actually, her life had been normal thus far.

She had grown up in a little suburban home with two loving parents, no siblings, but a wonderful dog named Shell. Going through high school, she never quite stood out. She had her group of friends, and two boyfriends, though nothing serious. When she graduated, she enrolled at the local college. Once again, she made some friends, went to some parties, but still kept her grades as her top priority.

After spending her freshman year in a dorm room, she rented an apartment for herself. She liked living alone much better than with roommates, and deemed the extra money spent on rent worth it. She loved to walk, and since she didn't mind making her way to school or work on foot, she saved money on gas. She barely even drove anywhere.

Everything about her was completely average, and her looks were no exception. Her hair was a mousy brown, though long and soft. Her features were pleasant, though nothing anyone would describe as strikingly beautiful. She had a skinny, short figure, with small, perky breasts. Alex always thought her breasts were too small, her legs and arms too skinny. Indeed, it looked as though her arms would snap as easily as a twig if just a little too much pressure was applied.

The tears were streaming out of the corners of her eyes, as silently and steadfast as a faucet. Little pools of water formed in her ears. She thought about her average life, which had really yet to even begin. She had been working, studying for her future—a future that would never be. What was she thinking? She could get out of this, she could survive. She didn't know why her kidnapper wanted her, or even who he was.

She'd been walking on a semi-isolated street, though not even a particularly dark or scary one. It was only three o'clock, and the sun was shining brightly, her grocery bag swinging in her hand, and that was the last thing she could remember. The next thing she knew,she was here. Wasn't this sort of thing supposed to happen at night? It wasn't fair that she had been kidnapped like this in the broad daylight, when she should have been safe.

Though she wasn't really sure why she was here, she had a pretty good idea. An idea she wouldn't let her mind fully form. She wasn't rich enough to be worth ransom to a kidnapper.

Someone came into the room, and Alex's whole body tensed. The fact that she couldn't see him made the whole thing even more dreadful. She heard him close the door, and his footsteps fell heavily as he walked slowly over to the bed, then just stood above her. Alex screamed with anger and fear into her gag, and shook her body as best she could.

The man knelt over her for a minute, and Alex's heart rate increased. She moaned in fear, not able to control herself. She felt him reach behind her head, lifting it up and removing the damp gag from her mouth. As soon as it was gone, Alex sucked in her breath and screamed with a freedom that had been denied from her for the past hour.

Her release only lasted half a second, until she felt a strong hand clamp fiercely over her mouth.

"Don't do that," a voice growled in her ear, making Alex yelp in panic.

He pulled his hand away, and Alex swallowed her breath, forcing herself not to scream again.

"What do you want?" she asked. Her voice didn't even sound like her, wispy and shaky.

He didn't answer, instead once again reached behind her, this time removing her blindfold. Alex blinked her eyes as her dilated pupils were suddenly accosted with the light. She tried to force herself to see what was around her, but had to wait till her eyes became accustomed.

The face before her finally stood out in perfect clarity. He had dark brown hair, which was scruffy and hung over his forehead and into his eyes, a strong, straight jaw line, and piercing eyes. The first thing that registered in Alex's mind was how strikingly handsome he was. Then she wondered why such a handsome man would kidnap someone, especially someone as plain as her. She knew murderers and rapists could come in any shape and size, but she just never pictured someone so young and handsome doing such a thing.

Then a more gruesome thought came into her mind. He was letting her see his face, which she could then identify if she ever got out of here. Did that mean he had no intention of letting her go?

"What do you want?" she asked the question again, her voice even more terrified this time, if that was possible.

"This is pathetic, Alex," he said to her as if he was gently chastising a child.

The first thing Alex noticed was his voice, how deep and pleasant it was. She was disgusted with herself for thinking about her kidnapper's beauty when her life was in danger. The very next thought to occur to her, almost simultaneously with the first, was that he had said her name. This wasn't just some random kidnapping, he knew who she was. And what did he mean by saying this was pathetic?

Alex shook her head, "I don't understand."

The man sat down on the bed next to her. Alex quickly noticed the rest of the room. The walls were painted a pale yellow color. The floors were wood, and the only peace of furniture in the room was an armoire on the opposite wall. The one window was high, and revealed only the blue sky, nothing of where she was.

"You're very beautiful," her kidnapper stroked her face. Alex disagreed silently, but for some reason this gesture didn't send a wave of fear through her as it should have. He said it as though he were genuinely just trying to give her a compliment.

"Please," Alex said, though she didn't know what she was begging for.

Her kidnapper stood up and walked to the window, then came back to the bed. This time he had a knife in his hand. It looked to only be a pocket knife, but it made Alex panic.

"No!" she screamed, "Please, let me go. I won't tell anyone."

The man once again sat next to her on the bed, there was a look of mild amusement in his eyes. Alex started sobbing, she was about to be killed by some sick man who thought it was some sort of joke. She struggled against her bonds, waiting for him to slit her throat.

Instead, he pulled the bottom of her shirt away from her body and placed the knife against it, tearing it through the fabric. The blood drained from Alex's face.

"No!" she sobbed helplessly.

He snapped the pocked knife closed and put it in his jeans pocket. Grabbing fistfuls of her now cut shirt, he tore harshly. The sound of the fabric tearing sent shivers down Alex's spine. The tear in the fabric stopped at the color of her t-shirt, but the man didn't seem to mind.

Alex's stomach was bare, as were her bra-encased breasts, the torn pieces of her shirt lying off at her sides. Her shallow breathing could now be physically seen in the rise and fall of her stomach. The man didn't look at her face, only gently laid his big hands on the bare flesh of her waist. Alex's muscled jerked in reaction. She was surprised at how tenderly he simply held her, running his thumbs over her ribs.

After a minute or so, he looked up at her face and grinned devilishly at her. He reached for her bra, and Alex screamed.

He placed his hand over her mouth, "I told you not to do that. Do I need to gag you again?"

Alex didn't say anything, only started to sob harder. There was a flash of something in the man's eyes, something that almost looked like regret, but before Alex could even register this, he pushed up her bra.

Alex whimpered as he stared at her bare chest. This was something that she didn't even let her boyfriends do. She specifically only dated guys for a short period of time, breaking up with them before they could start complaining that she wouldn't have sex with them. Why had she done that? she wondered now. This was going to be her first time, and it was going to be rape.

"Please," she begged again.

"Please what?" he asked in his creamy voice, "Please stop?"

"Yes," her voice was desperate. She knew he was just toying with her now.

He once again cupped her waist, and this time he let his thumbs stroke the underside of her breasts. Despite herself, Alex felt a tingle between her legs.

"No, I don't think I'm going to do that. If you want it to stop, then you're going to have to stop it."

He was mocking her. "How?"

"Get yourself free."

Alex sobbed. "I can't." What kind of game was this?

"You can," he said confidently. He stared at her breasts, and continued to play with them. Alex was completely helpless, she couldn't stop him, not tied up the way she was. He tweaked her nipples with his fingers, gently rolling them around. Before she could stifle it, Alex moaned for a completely different reason now.

Her kidnapper's eyes snapped up to her face, and Alex blushed in mortification. "I don't want this," she reaffirmed, "Let me go."

The man looked back down at her bare chest, then up at her face again. He seemed to be struggling with himself, and Alex thought that he might actually be thinking about letting her go.

Her heart fluttered with hope, but instead of untying her, he reached out with one quick motion and pinched her nipples painfully. Alex screamed with shock and hurt.

He didn't stop, only quickly unbuttoned her jeans and wrenched them down her legs. Alex screamed, but she couldn't struggle, tied up the way she was. He pulled down her panties.

Alex couldn't register anything but the pain the back of her head. It was throbbing like she had been hit with something. Slowly she realized that her whole body ached. She felt that she was still naked, her pants down around her ankles and her bra pushed up, but she was in a different room. It had a television and a couch. The windows were large, and revealed nothing but trees. She was in some sort of forest.

The man appeared out of nowhere, standing above her. Alex covered her exposed pussy with her tied wrists.

"Well," he said pleasantly, coming to kneel above her. "Not the way I would have done it," he eyed the splintered coffee table that Alex was lying atop of, "But not bad for your first time."

Alex was confused. How did she get in this room? This must be some sort of nightmare. She was slightly relieved with the thought. She was at home, asleep in her bed, and at any moment now she would wake up and this whole thing would be forgotten.

Her kidnapper walked over to her and picked her up in his arms, carrying her the short distance to the couch. There he pulled her clothes quickly and efficiently back into place, but now without getting an eyeful first. There was nothing he could do about her torn shirt, though. At least her bra was covering her breasts again, Alex thought. What a strange man she had dreamt up. First he was about to rape her, and now he was smilingly comfortingly and adjusting her clothes.

"What's going on?" Alex asked curiously.

The man pulled out his pocket knife again, but this time Alex felt no fear. If he killed her now, would she wake up?

"This is going to be kind of hard to explain," he said as he cut the bonds first at her wrists and then at her ankles. He eyed her warily, probably judging if she was going to try and attack him and escape. Alex didn't do this, though, what was the point? She would indulge her dream man.

"I'll do my best to try and understand."

The man looked at her suspiciously. Alex had sat up on the couch, and was now looking at him expectantly, her calm expression in complete contrast to her terror only minutes before.

"Well?" Alex prodded. He still eyed her warily, but then began to speak.

"How do you think you got in this room?"

Alex shrugged, "I have no idea."

"Really," he asked, "Not even a guess?"

Alex seriously thought about it for a moment. One minute she was in a bedroom, instinctively she knew that it was a bedroom in the same house she was in now. He was pulling down her pants, ready to rape her. Alex shivered at the remembered experience, and she eyed the man now kneeling in front of her with accusing eyes. She had been terrified, and the only thing she could think about getting away. Then she had appeared here. No, not just appeared, she had transported herself here.

"I-I somehow moved myself here."

The man nodded encouragingly, "You sunk yourself right through the floor," he looked above him. Alex followed his gaze and glanced at the ceiling. It was solid wood.

"How?"

He grinned at her. "Magic."

Alex smiled back. The things she was coming up with. She never had dreams like this, it felt so real. "Oh," was all she said.

"You're a witch," he further explained, taking her hands in his and squeezing them in his excitement.

"Oh," Alex smiled now, nodding her head. Of course she was.

Her kidnapper looked at her questioningly. "You're taking this very well."

He seemed so nice now, Alex thought staring down into his face. "I have a question," she was suddenly antagonistic, "Why did you try and rape me?"

He shook his head emphatically, "No," he denied, "I was never going to rape you. You see, a witch has her powers locked up inside of her. The first spell is always the hardest, but once a witch truly sees that she has magic, it starts to come easier for her. The fastest and easiest way to release a witch's power, so to speak, is to put her in a life threatening situation, where she instinctively uses her powers for her own self preservation."

"But I wasn't in a life threatening situation," Alex pointed out.

Her kidnapper shrugged, "Same concept."

"So you're telling me that you pretended to rape me, to release my witch powers," she said doubtfully.

He nodded.

"And there was no other way you could have done it?" her voice was sarcastic.

He grinned lecherously, "No other way that was quite so fun," he eyed her breasts, "or as safe," he added seriously. "I was at first going to just leave you tied up, and let you get yourself free of your bonds, but" he added with a teasing voice, "you decided it would just be better to scream and rub your wrists raw," he eyed her red flesh.

Alex humphed and crossed her arms, "Not like I knew I was a witch."

He grinned at her. Alex noted what a beautiful smile he had. For a moment, she almost wished that this wasn't a dream.

"So who are you anyway?" she asked.

"My name's Jasper Montgomery. I'm a warlock or a wizard, whatever you want to call the male counterpart to a witch."

"And what do you want with me?"

Jasper suddenly grew quite serious, a scowl marring his face, "We need your help. You see, there have always been evil witches, using black magic for their own benefit. Recently, however, they've united. We're not sure what they're planning, but the council is putting together the largest army they can to protect ourselves if need be."

Alex nodded as if all this made sense to her and was perfectly normal. "So why me?"

Jasper grinned, "How many witches do you think there are?"

Alex shrugged, taking from his answer that there weren't many. "We have to start your training, which is why I brought you here. You can call your parents or whoever, tell them you are okay but I'm afraid you can't tell them where you are or what you're doing here."

Alex grinned, "As if they'd believe me."

"You have to understand that this will have to remain top secret. I'm sorry that it has to be this way, but you won't be allowed to leave this cabin."

Alex sighed, "I wonder when I'm going to wake up," she said to herself offhandedly.

"This isn't a dream," he said fiercely, grasping her shoulders.

"Sure, this is all real," Alex said sarcastically, standing up. She walked over to the front door, intending to open it, but it was locked.

"Oh no," she said panicking. "It's going to turn into a nightmare again," she mumbled to herself, and looked over at Jasper suspiciously.

"Alex, sweetheart, you're not dreaming. It is imperative that you believe me," Jasper said, walking over to her, staring intensely down at her.

Alex started thinking about all the things she had been happily avoiding since her dream theory arose. The doubts that she pushed into the back of her mind because they could only serve to worry her. First and foremost, she had never had a dream this real before. It didn't make any sense that she would suddenly have one now. She could feel everything that was happening to her, in dreams, weren't you supposed to not be able to feel. Plus, this didn't feel like a dream, it was absurd and ridiculous, but it didn't feel like a dream.

Alex shook her head in denial, "I have to go home," she turned to the door and started shaking the handle again.

"I'm afraid that that is impossible," Jasper said quietly. He pulled her into his arms, they were strong and warm. He was a head taller than her, and despite everything that happened, Alex snuggled warmly into them. "Try not to worry, everything will be okay. We'll start your training tomorrow."

Alex was speechless. Who was this man? Logic wouldn't let her believe what he had told her. She couldn't believe that magic had caused her to fall through the floor. She didn't remember what happened, not really anyway. He could have knocked her out and put her there. Alex stiffened in his arms.

"You're crazy," she said, backing slowly away. His face was handsome and caring, but suddenly all she could see was the face of some escaped mental patient. One who deluded himself into believing these crazy things about witches and wizards, and trapped helpless women into his sick games.

She kept inching away in terror until she hit the wall. "Stay away from me."

Jasper sighed, and all of a sudden, Alex was involuntarily flying across the room. Her feet weren't moving, but she was being propelled back to Jasper. He had his arms open for her, and once again she found herself in them.

This should have frightened her, but for some reason Alex was comforted. He wasn't insane, he was a wizard. She didn't know why, but the second option seemed safer. She relaxed as he held her. None of this really made any sense, but could she let herself believe it? 



Magic



He sat their with his arm draped over her chair he just dripped sinfully dark sex appeal as she approached him. "You're late Cassandra," he growled his voice sent tremors up her spine. 

Cassandra stood in the door frame. Her eyes locked on him. Even with the sparse light she could see his intense stare. Taking another step inside, pushing the door closed behind her. "Brutus. I already told you I had something to do tonight," she said with a slight edge of her own.

"Don't take that tone with me," he growled. "I told you to be here on time."

Dropping her purse onto the table. She stared at him. He had his ways, but so didn't she, "I can not control the world. I am here now." Her tone softened, but still holding an edge of defiance.

"That's better, but I should whip the insolence from you. But I think you'd enjoy that too much," said Brutus as he leaned back against the chair. Her lip curled into a smirk. Taking a few step to close the distance between them. "Why was tonight so special? Did you expect to miss me that much?" She said in a mockingly coy voice.

"Don't test me woman," he growled. "It was supposed to be a special dinner but I don't know if it can still be salvaged, "Her head tilted to one side. She replied with her voice to its normal silken tone. " I am only a little late. You made dinner?"

"Yes I did," he huffed. "Was it too much for you to call me if you were going to be late?" Her hand moving to his shoulder, "I'm sorry. I couldn't call." She said. Brutus glared at her and said "And why not?"

Her eye focused on him, unsure how he would take what she had been doing. "Lets not worry about that. How about we just go eat," Cassandra answered.

He glared at her again then huffed "Alright whatever, its still in the oven," he said She pulled her hand from his shoulder. Her voice holding a bite of a bite to it. "If this is how it is going to be then lets forget it. I said I was sorry Brutus." She turned away from him. Her long dark hair flowing behind her as she walked into the kitchen.

He growled and walked over his chair at the table and sat down she all but ignored his growl. Moving to the oven, then smell of Sirloin wafted to her nose. She turned and smiled at him. "You made my favourite meal?" She asked impressed.

"Yes I did and it was hard," he grumbled. Pulling out the still warm meat. She moved to the table, stopping at Brutus first. Giving him a gentle kiss on his lips before setting the pan down.

Brutus smiled and then started eating she moved to sit in her chair. Pleased that her kiss did what she had wanted it to, she took a bite of the tender meat. Every motion as she bit into it, seemed more sensual then normal. Each curve seemed to stand out just a little more. The way her lips move around the fork, the line of her neck as she swallowed her food.

Brutus looked up from the meat and was captivated by Cassandra at that moment he had to blink and look down at his plate to clear the fogginess away from his sight. He swore she had looked like some forest being at that moment

She look up from her food. Her brow quirked slightly. "What's wrong?" She asked, a little upset that the kiss didn't work as long as she had hoped.

"Nothing, why would there be?" he asked chewing more of the tender meat

She smiled at him and said. "It just looked like you didn't like the meal for a moment. It came out wonderful," She leaned over the table to kiss him once more.

He grinned as he finished eating, "Glad you liked it Cassandra."

She sat back down and finished eating. Wanting him to let her have control for once. She stood. Moving to his side. "Dance with me my love."

"Of course," he said as he grasped her waist.

She placed her hand on his cheek as her moved her about the room. Her hand gently guiding his lips to hers. He kissed her softly as they swayed to the imaginary music, "I love you," he whispered to her.

The feel of his arms and his soft words reminded her of how much she adored the man. She pulled from their kiss. A feeling of guilt washing over her. "I love you too." She whispered back to him, her voice cracking slightly.

He smiled as he gazed in her eyes, sometimes he felt like he was trapped under something heavy when he was with her, it was a disconcerting feeling. But he was sure it was his own insecurity that he preferred to push away.

She stopped their dance. Taking a moment to gaze in his eyes. She knew once she told him what she was up to he would be angry, and most likely she would feel the sting. "My love, I have to confess something to you."

"What is it?" he said cautiously.

She let a soft sigh. Leaning in to kiss his neck once more. She quietly confessed, "I was late tonight because, I have been practicing Wicca. My kiss earlier was magically tainted. To calm you, give me the upper hand."

He growled and said "That's why I feel that weight sometimes is it? Because you've been trying to control me?" his eyes reflecting hurt.

Her hands moved to his. "No love this was the first time I swear it." She told him the desperation clear in her voice.

He began breathing faster "How can I trust you now?"

She pushed herself against him. "I swear it. If I had been doing this, why would I tell you now." Her heart began to beat faster scared he would leave her.

He looked at her and said "I believe, now what are you going to do?" he asked sliding of his jacket and pulling at his tie.

She looked up at him. The only thing she could think of was giving herself to him. Letting him win control. Her lips parted and she spoke very softly "What ever you want me to do."

"I'm tense now, I want you to use those magic fingers of yours on my back," he said huskily

She nodded to him, her hands moving up to his tie, slipping it off him. She let her finger softly trace the line of his collar before moving to unfasten each button, slowly revealing his muscular chest. 

He leaned back in the chair while she finished unbuttoning his shirt. He stood up and let her slip off his shirt before he walked down the hall to the bedroom.

She followed behind him moving to take his hand, as they made their way to the bedroom.

He laid back onto the bed and said, "I love your massages, make it up to me Cass,"

She watched as he laid down on the bed. "Of course my love." She climbed onto the bed. Reaching into the night stand for the body oil. Placing a small amount in her palm, she slowly began to work the muscles in his shoulders. Kneading the tissue, moving down to his large biceps.

He groaned as he rested his head into the pillows.

She moved to his back. Working around his shoulder blades. Her index finger and middle finger running down either side of his spine in small circles.

He growled into the pillow as the sensations spread throughout his body.

She leaned over kissing the back of his neck as her hands worked his lower back.

He purred as she worked his muscles the feeling was amazing she always gave the best massages.

Her hands making her way back up his back. She moved up lips playing with his earlobe, her breath teasing his neck and ear.

"God you do that so well," he murmured.

She whispered into his ear softly. "What else can I do to relax you?"

"Be creative," he murmured.

She kissed his neck once more and says. "Roll over my love."

He rolled over onto his back and grinned at her his back feeling loose and relaxed

She massaged his chest, slowly sliding her hands further down his body.

Her finger slowly unhooking his belt buckle and the unfastening his pants, pulling then over his hips. Once his pants were down by his knees, she placed a little more oil in her hand, massaging his strong thigh muscles then moving from next to his knees to just under the bottom of his boxers.

He leaned back and groaned, she was going to torture him. She knew how he didn't like being teased but she did it anyway.

She moved her hands to rest just on his boxers, rubbing his pelvis, never quite touching his man hood, she leaned forward to kiss his belly.

He groaned and grasped the bed sheets tightly as Cassandra continued her sensual torture.

She licked down his firm rippled stomach, her hand moving to rub the swelling bulge in his boxers.

He moaned as he tightened his hold on the sheets.

She let her hand slip inside his boxers, wrapping her hand around his manhood, stroking the base as she licked and kissed his stomach.

He gasped and arched his back as she grasped him, stroking his hard thickness softly, slowly torturing him with her caresses.

She began to work his cock faster, nipping at his stomach as she became aroused more.

He gasped again as she stroked him, he was sure she was using her magic on him. It just felt too good

She moved slightly pushing his boxers off, taking both hands to stroke and caress his cock, her tongue lashing out over the tip of him.

His whole body quivered as the pleasure lashed through him

Cassandra captured the tip of him between her lips, holding him firmly while her tongue massaged the tip, her hands stroking his shaft.

"Oh god.. you're going to kill me Cassie," he moaned.

Hearing his pleasure, she took him fully into her mouth, her tongue pressing against his shaft as she began to suckle him, her hand moving to cradle his balls, rolling them gently between her fingers. He grunted and then shouted out hoarsely.

Her pace picked up slowly, wanting to bring him to new heights of pleasure. She pushed him as deep as she could into her throat, sucking him as she moved back and forth.

Sweat broke out over Brutus' body as he writhed in pleasure under her attention.

Her fingers slowly moved down massaging the opening of his ass as she continued to suck him.

He jerked as he felt her exploring fingers rub at him.

She began to suck harder, feeling his body jerk, rubbing the skin between his ass and balls.

Brutus jerked again and cried out as he erupted forcefully in her mouth.

Milking every last drop of his sweet juices down her throat she moved him out of her mouth and gently licked the sensitive tip.

He gasped as she looked at him, "Wow.. amazing Cassie."

"Anything to make you happy love," She said licking her lips.

"What can I do to make you happy?" he asked.

Moving her still clothed form over his body, she whispered against his lips. "Make love to me."

He pushed her off him and then began slowly undressing her, laying back she locked her eyes on his taut masculine chest as his fingers ran over her undressing her.

Sliding her clothes off he moved over her his large frame resting on top of hers his thickening cock nudging her opening. She raised her hips a little, pushing him into her some.

He growled and grasped her hips "No, my turn,"

Cassie then relaxed her hips aching to feel him inside of her.

He suddenly pushed himself all the way inside her and twisted his cock at an angle.

Her back bowed at the sudden action a loud moan coming from her. 

"You're mine," he growled as he thrust his hips savagely fucking her with ruthless force, the pleasure mixed with the little bit of pain was exquisite. Something only he could do. She clawed feverishly at the sheets. Each thrust forcing out a whimpered moan.

He snarled as he thrust harder, "I love you so much Cassandra," he growled as he continued to plough into her.

Her moans growing louder, her eyes closed in ecstasy. "God!.. I love you too! God! Yes!!" she shouted as her nails ripped at the sheets.

His breathing grew ragged as he slowed the pace slightly intending to tease her slightly.

She wrapped her arms around him, sweat starting to roll down her cleavage, her moans still loud but the forceful whimpers ceasing.

Brutus felt like he was going crazy, he had to make her break first to totally own her.

She slowly opened her eyes watching down the line of his body as he made love to her. Watching as his hips entered her sending a shiver of violent volatile pleasure through her whole body.

He had to still himself to so he wouldn't embarrass himself, he was so close to the edge he needed to make her go first. Then he started to slowly slide back into her as he rubbed her clit gently.

Her body could no longer take the pleasure. Her back bowed once more eyes squeezing shut her mouth parted in some silent scream as her muscles tightened around his cock. Spasming wildly, allowing her juices to flow.

Brutus arched back and roared his release crashing through him.

Cassandra collapsed onto the bed, her breathing heavy and rigid.

"You are so amazing Cassie," murmured Brutus as he stroked a hand through her hair.

Her eyes blinked into focus, a lazy smile on her lips. "As you are my heart... my king," she whispered. After all this time she still couldn't believe that this amazing giant of a man was all hers. She smiled and burrowed up against his sweat drenched chest.



Magic



Those who have read my submissions in "gay male" and "fetish" files will know this is a different direction for me. There is no sex just sexual innuendo, no naked bodies thrashing around making bed sheets dirty. Some may argue this isn't even incest. The story does end in female orgasm. All copyrights reserved by the author. 

*

Warm, not hot. It was early June in the Midwest. Temperatures were hitting high 70's. Breezes were from the south causing gentle ripples over the lake. Lawn mowers and riding mowers were heard throughout the neighborhood. At my house, it was no different, an acre and a half does not cut itself. I had already used the push mower to trim close to the cabin, fences, and trees; now I was on the riding mower getting the wide open spaces mowed. 

I wasn't in any big hurry and stopped regularly for a taste of my beer. Often, one or another of the neighbors would pass near me and that was another reason to stop and sip some more beer before continuing on. The job was done by late afternoon with a couple neighbors coming by to toast our mutual success mowing. The Saturday afternoon lapsed into Saturday evening with nothing special to do.

I decided to get all the lawn tools cleaned up and put away before going in to get the dirt and grim off me in a warm shower, it was just too warm for a hot shower. I live alone now, my wife passed on a couple years ago driving home from a late night job. She had a heart attack that was unexpected. Since our kids were adult, not living at home, it was easy for me to sort out my life, do things I wanted to do but couldn't because of commitments. Now at 62, I was uncommitted, semi-retired, and enjoying a new life.

My oldest, my son, lives a couple states away with his wife and my youngest, my daughter lives close, about 20 minutes across town. My son is in his 30's and my daughter is in her late 20's. Both are very physically fit and have always been competitive. I see my daughter often and she likes to spend time with me at the lake, sometimes coming to stay the weekend. She likes to surprise me showing up at odd times, she has a key and lets herself in whenever she comes.

Since I told you I am semi-retired, let me fill you in with more details. I am 62, and if it weren't for lower lumbar degeneration, I'd be about six foot two inches. I am not physically fit like my kids, they didn't get fitness genes from me. I am somewhat overweight but pull it off by dressing to hide the weight. Naked, I'm fat. I do use a treadmill and bicycle around the lake so I do have a sense for fitness but I am a junk food junkie.

Now, let me tell you about my daughter. She is daughter on paper only, she was adopted when she was 19 months old while my wife and I lived in Korea. She was the daughter of a young woman who couldn't care for her, and released her to an international agency. We named our little girl Kari and when we moved back to the U.S. she became a naturalized citizen and Kari became her legal name.

Kari grew into a very pretty teen, petite, five foot two inches. Her small frame and Korean genes meant she was didn't have large breasts but they were firm and high, she was a 34A. Her waist was small and her hips carried a firm and very cute butt. Over the years, she stayed petite, even now she is a size four or five. She is just as firm in breast and butt now as then.

I was in the shower after getting things put away when I heard Kari's voice outside the bathroom door. "Surprise, guess who?"

"I hope it isn't the bathroom strangler, I don't want to die naked in the shower."

"Okay, then where do you want to die naked?" We often played off each other coming up with one liners like that. It was part of how we bantered keeping things fresh.

When I finished and dried, I called out that I left my clothes in the bedroom, "so cover your eyes as a naked old mans passes by." The bathroom door swung open and I stepped into short hall and leapt into the bedroom. I looked toward the open kitchen living room, did I see Kari stealing a look? I ignored that thought, closed the door and got dressed.

The day was warm, yet the nights got cool. Although I wore shorts, it was too cool to leave windows open. I closed the bedroom windows before going out. Kari had already closed the other windows as she was in shorts and light shirt also. "Oh good, you tightened up the rest of the windows. What are doing down here surprising me tonight. Although you are a nice surprise."

"I just decided to come down, spend a couple days since we are both off. Besides, there are a few things I want to talk to you about, life stuff." Kari was worried that I might waste away without someone in my life. She always used that life stuff language when we were going to talk about living alone.

"Silly girl, how many times am I going to tell you, I don't need a companion. The neighbors here are great, I have freedom to do just about whatever I want, I happy. Of all people, you know that." Even though my tone was serious, I did enjoy Kari's hints about female companionship. I think she really meant bedroom companionship.

"There are life stuff things to talk about you know. What about getting out for dinner and a couple drinks, life stuff?"

I decided to take the bait even though I figured I regret it. "You inviting me to take you out? Where do you want me to take you?" Actually, going out with a young attractive woman is an ego boost and I can gloat for a couple hours.

"How about we go to The Hut? Its only a couple miles, okay food, and cold drinks. You know people there, they know me, no big deal. I can change quick into long pants and so can you. It is cool enough for a light jacket."

"Well, lets get changed and go." I slipped back to the bedroom, changed, and came out faster than Kari was changed. She was just bending to pull up her pants. Her cute butt was encased in shear panties, I saw a hint of female vagina. "Sorry, came out too fast. You should have used the bathroom to change." I was suddenly having a blood flow problem from one head to another.

"I could have, but then I couldn't catch you sneaking a peek." Her movements were deliberate, not jerking her pants up to cover up. 

"I wasn't sneaking a peek, you entrapped me. You were sneaking a peek when I came out of the shower." I was old enough not to get embarrassed but I knew I caught Kari in her peek sneak. She was red around the neck.

Getting to The Hut, Kari took my hand, not unusual for her in public with me. We strode in, found a booth that was empty, and sat. Usually, Kari sat across from me but tonight she scooted in next to me. A couple neighbors were there and we called out our hello's. The waitress was a neighbor's daughter who knew both Kari and I and knew the drinks we liked. She didn't take an order, she just brought the drinks.

"What you guys doing out tonight," she asked. "We don't usually see you this late."

Kari answered, "I need to get him out once in a while. If I don't, he gets boring." We all laughed as Renay eyed how close Kari was sitting.

"Renay, we want some dinner, has the cook gotten any better or do we have to eat the usual crap," I asked.

"Crap is the best you're going to get here. Patti melt basket is the special tonight." I looked at Kari, she nodded, and I ordered two.

A neighbor came over for a little conversation but left when our food came. While waiting for our food we'd ordered another drink each. While we ate, other folks we knew came up to say hello. The Hut was a typical red neck joint but no one ever felt out of place. The food was not bad for a small town bar, in spite of calling it crap. The cook took great pains to run a clean kitchen. We ate and had a third drink before settling up and heading out. Just like arriving hand in hand, we left holding hands.

"You are acting different tonight Kari, want to explain?"

"Not really, just life stuff." I let it die, she'll talk when she's ready. "Dad, lets a drive up to the ridge where we can see the river flow by."

I knew that was her thinking spot. When she wanted me to take her there, it often meant she had a complex issue to resolve leading to some opening her heart and soul. Our relationship was always like that, Kari was always more open with me than she had ever been with her mother.

"Some deep thoughts tonight? You always knew I could deal with your problems better than mom." No response, that told me the problem was more than just complex. I was about a ten minute drive to the point that loomed over the river. On a dark night, it was hard to make out any details of the valley or the river flowing below.

Tonight there was a moon that shown down giving the valley a slight glow. Even with the moon light, the river was hard to make out. Kari got out of the car stepping to the front to lean on the fender. "Dad, come here with me."

I stepped out and moved to her side. Kari put one arm around my back putting her other arm around my waste and squeezed herself tight against me. It was just natural that I take my arm and pull her into me. My arm went her shoulder and under her opposite arm. I was feeling her rib cage between her back and breast, my hand gently massaged her side.

"I like being with you dad," Kari whispered into my chest. "I am comfortable and confident with you. You know almost all my secrets and don't think badly of me no matter what I tell you."

"I take it there is another secret you want to tell me." I was whispering as well. "You'll tell me when you're ready."

I felt her chest rise and fall with her breathing. She didn't feel tense or nervous. I kissed the top of her head as I usually do, she hugged tighter, I pulled her tighter. "I want to be with you, dad."

I guessed what she meant, but replied, "You are with me all the time, when you're not here, you're here. When you are here, you closer." I wanted to hear her say the words she wanted to say. I did feel some tension rising.

"I'm talking life stuff. I want to be with you, in your house, in your life, in your bed." Kari got tight, she was waiting for me to say something. I continued to hug her tight waiting for the right moment, the moment she relaxed again.

Soon, Kari relaxed and the tension released, this was the moment, "Kari, how long have you felt this way?"

"Oh not too long, maybe about ten years, since I was 18 or 19. Not long." 

"You silly little girl," answering in my often repeated line, "why have you held this for as long as you have? Worried about my response to you?"

"I am afraid you'll reject me with father daughter taboo talk. I don't care about taboos, I want you in every way a woman can have a man."

"Are you expecting me to be shocked, pull away, push you away? We're still locked in this embrace. But you don't know what you'll get. Age, 32 years apart. Overweight. Worse, premature ejaculation, not exactly lover bait for a strong sexual young woman."

"There are other ways to satisfy me you know." It seems Kari was baiting me again and I wasn't going to take it.

"Of course there are, tongue, fingers, tickling your g-spot. But the whole idea of foreplay is for the main event and no woman wants the main event to end before it starts. You have to know the facts before you leap into something less than you expect. Kari, I love you and not rejecting you."

"We can go now," Kari said in a matter of fact tone. Her decision was apparently made with no more discussion needed. We rode back to the lake, pulled into the garage, and started walking inside when Kari spoke again, "Where am I sleeping?"

"I think you made your decision, I'm not going to fight what you want. It wouldn't do any good any way."

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I wasn't sure how far Kari wanted to go or how far I could go; she had the facts. It wasn't too late but we decided to go to bed. I took care of my evening bathroom chores and added an extra chore of making I was clean. I slept in an old pair of gym shorts that were stretched and comfortable. Kari did her evening toilet rituals taking about as much time as I, maybe a bit longer. She wore nothing much different than I, but what she wore fit much more nicely.

We both looked at each other anticipating what was the next step. "We're not going to sleep if we just stand out here." Kari stated the obvious.

"Lets go to bed then." I turned to enter the bedroom while Kari turned out the lights in the house. The bedroom lights were off except for a dim bed side lamp. Kari came into the room finding I was already sprawling on the bed. "I hope you're going to give me some space, you're not sleeping alone tonight."

"What do you mean space, look at all the space you have. You could lay down and I'd never know you're here."

"That's not the expectation." Kari did lay down and turn toward me. "Are you afraid? I am."

I looked into Kari's eyes seeing a mix of love, fear, and something else that I couldn't pin down. "Afraid, like fearful? I'm afraid that crossing that invisible line changes everything for ever. We are close to that line and maybe we've already crossed it in our minds."

"Dad, you can touch me, I'm real. I am sure what I want and who I want it from."

I reached across the narrow space separating us, Kari reached out as well. Our bodies didn't move, just our arms. This was not sexual in any way, we touched casually on the shoulder, traced our hands down the other's arm and back up. I stared at my silly little girl knowing that everything was changing and changed. I lightly touched her neck with my finger tips, using my nails, I lightly ranked her cheek. Kari's hand fell to me chest just over my heart, I sensed her fingers reaching through my t-shirt, through my skin, parting my ribs to reach my heart, touch it, and take it to her. I was captured and making no attempt to escape.

Slowly, almost without perception of movement, we moved toward one another. It took minutes as we moved, still only touching arms, necks, cheeks, it was sensual but still not sexual; we did not touch forbidden zones, we didn't talk, we stared into the other's eyes. We were in sync mentally, no words were needed, we were connecting through touch and eye.

The space between us became millimeters. How could we be so close and still not have bodily contact? Out breaths were on each other, bodies all but touching, where this was headed, we both knew but we didn't slip past the last whisker of space separating father and daughter from man and woman.

Not sure if we surrendered the last speck separatingus simultaneously, but finally my arm was around her back, hers around mine as we drew each other into a lovers embrace.

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With morning breaking and sun starting to filter through the windows, I awoke with my silly little Kari still wrapped in an embrace. No, we hadn't done the deed, we only slept together but not slept together in a post sexual sleep. We hadn't taken off bed clothes to explored and caress our naked bodies. We spent the night in slumber, sleep, dreams.

Forget about the stories of the guy waking up with a raging ten inches of thick hard cock. Remember, I'm an older guy. I woke with a need to urinate. If anything was raging, it was my bladder. Carefully, I uncoiled myself from the sleeping Kari, cautiously got out of bed, and silently walked to the bathroom. I closed the bedroom door so she would not be disturbed, did my bladder flush and a toilet flush.

Awake now, I got coffee going, opened the blinds in the great room - living room kitchen combination, and took some time to look out across the lake pondering. The coffee maker began to gurgle telling me that my caffeine infusion was almost ready for work. My favorite coffee mug was on alert waiting for the coffee to warm it so it could warm me with contents.

My cup filled, I moved to the table, grabbed my tablet computer, and started my morning search of news, weather, email, and Facebook. I opened my Facebook wall and the first entry on my wall read, "My dad says I can live with him at the lake." Anyone who knew was would immediately understand that to mean sharing expenses, and keeping costs down, not untypical for family member to do. Kids are always moving back home. I'm glad it didn't read we were sleeping together.

I was working on a second cup when the bedroom door opened letting me see Kari coming out, quickly going to the bathroom, flushing, washing hands, and coming out for her coffee. "Not quite the coffee house coffee you like, good enough I hope."

Kari came behind my chair and gave me the little girl hug she used to give, but now I felt a whole new emotion and a pair of firm breasts against my back. "Whatever I have with you is exactly what I want. We will work on your coffee selection later." Kari poured her mug full and sat next to me, any closer and she'd be in my lap, not a bad place for her I thought. "Have you checked your Facebook page," she smiled her face flushing with a little redness.

"Yes, kids just can't stay from home. They keep coming back and disrupting a parent's life. What am I going to do with you," I demanded.

"There are a lot of things you can do with me and I may get those things started today, when you least expect it." Kari sipped her coffee and just smiled at me. "I might suggest you see your doctor for some chemical enhancement. Like see him Monday." 

I didn't tell her that I already had some, only promised to do as she said. "Do you want some breakfast? Remember when you were young, we came down here and cooked pancakes? We can do that or have eggs and toast, or all three. I think I'm getting an appetite," I smiled and winked at her.

"Lets satisfy the food appetite first and work on other appetites after you get some assistance." I reached into the cupboard top shelf, and pulled out a prescription bottle, "Like these?" I set the bottle on the counter and shifted attention to eggs and toast with butter. "Kari, there is a lot you have to learn, we'll start learning later. Lets eat, shower, and take some time to walk around the lakes. Oh, heck, we have to think about getting your things moved. Where is all your stuff?"

Kari smiled at the bottle of Levitra as she looked at it. I was getting ready to make omelets with cheese and small bits of ham. "I already packed my car with everything I need now. Everything else is in a small storage garage that only costs ten dollars a month, no hurry there. I like the walk idea."

As Kari waited for her omelette and toast, she exclaimed, "I glad we didn't do anything last night, just having you close like that made me feel warm and secure, happy."

"We'll find the right time when we know its right. There is nothing we have to rush into." We finished eating, cleaned up the kitchen, and hit the showers, separately. After getting dressed, we went outside. The sun was warming the late morning air and warmed our bodies as we did a little stretching before our walk.

We chose to walk toward the west around the lake putting the sun at our backs. By the time we we would return, the sun would be in our face. The walk is about three miles around; however, there several circles we could around that would extend the distance to about four miles. We didn't have anything important to accomplish so we took on the circles and more scenery. We walked hand in hand and a brisk pace. Kari would prefer to run and I preferred walking. A faster pace was something of a compromise for us both.

Feeling the sun on her back, Kari broke hand hold to pull her t-shirt off. Her bikini top barely covered her petite breasts that were very firm and proud on her chest. She then quickly took my hand again. "Thought I'd like to feel a little sun on my skin, you're okay with it aren't you?"

"I bet those little triangles cost $30.00 or more. But it isn't the little triangles of cloth I'm supposed to look at, right?" We continued our walk holding hands and talking, getting stares from people out walking or working in their yards. "I wonder what the people staring are thinking, how lucky I am or what a gold digger she is."




Magic



"I go with lucky daughter who has a dad who loves her."

"You sure state it better than I. By the way, I'd like to see the bottoms." Kari smiled telling me we can stop at the end of the main road just before the tree break and she would pull off her shorts.

"I'm not sure it will be good for the heart to see the bottoms, not much more material."

"If that isn't good for my heart then other stuff you're planning will kill me."

"We will have to take our time and build up to the rest."

"If you are going to expose more of your sweet self to me, I'll be a walking billboard for ready."

"Since you showed me your little bottle of ready, maybe I will have to go for full exposure."

"What I saw yesterday of your shear panty clad butt and beyond... Well, just what I saw, was pretty close to full exposure."

"I'm going to get you into better physical shape. We'll keep walking but when we get back to the cabin, I'm going to help you stretch your muscles and joints. Then we can think about exposure."

We walked around the largest of the lakes, there are actually four man made lakes that came about after flood control dams went in up river. "Why don't we walk a little more, down to Snake Lake and back, I'm getting loose and feel good." It was true, I was feeling limber and Kari agreed. The added distance was about a mile more, around 4.5 miles total.

Reaching home, Kari was true to her word, she helped me cool from the walk then laid out a large beach towel, told me to lay on it on my back. She started working my legs bending and twisting them, joints were popping and muscles were stretching. She did the same thing to my arms making my shoulders more limber than they have ever been. She rolled me onto my stomach and worked legs and arms again. Everything was popping and snapping. When she attacked my spine, I heard every vertebrae pop, even my lumbar that had some damage felt good.

Kari told me not to move for about 15 minutes. I figured I wouldn't move for about 15 hours. "I'll call you when you can move. You have to let your joints relax after being stretched and popped. Then come in and take a hot shower. I'll fix us a salad for lunch with a little something special on the side." She winked and wiggled, I wondered what would be on the side.

I guess it was 15 minutes when I heard Kari call out to get up slowly. It didn't take long to figure why she meant slowly, I was extremely loose even after resting from the stretching. I did make it to the house and into the shower, the hot water felt good as it cascaded over my body. I'd had a shower earlier in the morning, this shower was refreshing after walking and being stretched.

Kari called lunch ready while I was drying. Quickly dressed, I went into the kitchen area to have my salad still wondering what the something special on the side was. The something special was a protein drink, low carbs, lots of vitamin B-complex. "After we eat, you can help me unpack my car."

"Then what after that, anything special?" After the something special on the side, I was afraid of what Kari had on her mind. It could be anything from walking to bicycling, more stretching to swimming in the lake - too cold still for swimming.

"I thought we might sit on the deck and have some fruit. We really do have a lot to talk over before we consummate our new life. Later tonight I was thinking some shell fish with some nice vegetables, broccoli, spinach."

"Beer is out then? I may have to rescind my desire for you in my bed. You're taking all my fun away. You're mean."

"I want to lean you out so we will have fun in bed. When I'm done with you you'll be a lean mean, I'll skip a word, machine."

"Skipped words in sentences is bad grammar."

"Some skipped words are not polite, and I'm a polite girl who doesn't use bad language."

The lunch was better than salad, it had bits of nuts, a mix of crisp greens including fresh peas and green beans, some of my favorites. The dressing was a vinaigrette with fresh Italian herbs, and light extra virgin olive oil. The mix of flavors and crunchy vegetables with leafy greens was good. Tomatoes would be good, but I didn't have any.

We cleaned up the kitchen as we did after breakfast, put everything away. I asked Kari if she wanted some hot tea and put a kettle on to boil. The whistle of the kettle told us water was hot. "I have several teas Kari. You want green, oolong, Canadian orange pekoe? I'll use the tea ball and make a pot."

Kari came over to check the selection saying, "Why don't we mix some green and oolong. That is a good combination for antioxidants." I warmed the pot with water, emptied it, filled the tea ball, dropped it into the pot and poured the water. The tea steeped as we wiped the table on the deck.

"Kari, I have got to ask you directly, why do you want to live with me as a lover not a daughter? Everything considered, I'm not a catch for a young active 20-something. And you know the rest of the story as well, I can't always fulfill. You can have your choice of guys."

"Dad, I've had my choice of guys, and none measured up ... to my standards. I have standards you know. I haven't been reckless, you know that I've been with four guys total, I tell you everything. The only thing I didn't tell you and have been afraid of is telling you, you are my standard even if you're not always able to fulfill me, as you say. Now that mom is dead, I feel it is time to come out."

Pondering her confession for a while, I posed some thoughts and questions. "How do you want to live outside the house? What are we going to tell people? You know, this is my daughter Kari and we sleep together probably won't work well. Neighbors know you as daughter, if you want to be open about sleeping arrangements, we'll probably have to sell and move, move where, move how? Stay here and live openly as lovers and we will be hit with every kind of ridicule you can think of. We'd be miserable."

Kari fell more silent than I'd been. I hoped she was thinking rather getting emotional as she often does. Minutes passed then a sigh escaped. "Well, maybe we move where no one knows us. Until then I'll have to be your no-tell lover. People already know we hug and hold hands so it will be easy to stay somewhat normal until we can become open lovers. We'll be fine and we can start exploring places to live, out of state, or maybe out of the country."

'Kari, we are talking so matter of fact about our love life together, we haven't even kissed to seal our new relationship." We were standing on the deck overlooking the lake as we drank our tea. I pulled my little Kari to me, held her close, looked into her eyes as I leaned in to kiss her as a lover not a daughter.

As our lips touched, my mind wondered back to all the nights I kissed her good night, one cheek, the other, then a peck on the lips. Now, it wasn't night, she wasn't a little girl, and I was laying an open mouth, wet tongue, passion filled, lust controlled kiss on her, and she was giving it back. My hands slid down her waste, to her hips and cupped her butt in both hands. I was experiencing an excitement in my other head and sure Kari was feeling it. She was humping against me, grinding into me. Her breath was coming hard, mine was too. 

We kissed, touched, tugged against each other for many minutes. There was electricity flowing, magic was happening. Kari began making loud moans that built in intensity until finally she humped hard into me. My hands cupping her tight butt held tightly as she moaned and cried. "Dad, you're making me cum." Kari let out a crying moan into the afternoon sun as she her orgasm took control of her body.

The tea was cold but we were hot.



Magic



Alex rummaged through her bag for the third time that night, looking for her charm bracelet. Damn, I'm getting old, she thought. She pushed the container of salt aside as she delved to the bottom of the bag and prayed that she hadn't left it. Last year she had and she'd been unable to do the ritual. She had to complete it this year or else-

She stopped and took a breath. Thoughts like that would get her nowhere. She knew she had the bracelet, she'd triple checked everything before she left; it was just a matter of finding it in this bottomless pit of a duffle bag. She pursued her lips as she felt through the contents in the bag and ticked them off mentally. Salt. Check. Box of bandages. Check. Cloves. Check. Vaseline. Check.

"Yes!" she exclaimed as her fingers slid over the cool metal.

She lifted the bracelet out and looked at it. Three charms stared back at her; heart, cross, and dagger. She smiled and pushed it onto her arm. It was loose tonight but that didn't matter, it didn't need to fit perfectly for the ritual. 

Alex stood up, and looked across the sacred circle she'd etched into the grass earlier, at the unconscious man in its center. She'd secured his hands and gagged him earlier that evening after she'd knocked him out with a prick of her needle. She'd found that over the years, it was much easier to immobilize the men with something medicinal than with violence. The men never suspected the quick prick on the neck to knock them out and it sure beat the hell out of trying to hide a blunt object while wearing a cocktail dress. It still amazed her how easy it was to get a man to trust a girl these days. 

Alex glanced at the old woman sleeping to her left. Her paper thin body sprawled against a large oak; she was almost completely concealed in the darkness, only an outline showed that she was there. She'd need the old womans blood to start the ritual tonight. She pushed her hand into her pocket and gripped the vile she'd brought. 

It's almost time, she thought.

Alex glanced up at the sky, midnight was pressing in on her, making her arm hairs raise as All Hallows Eve drew nearer. She knelt and brought out the knife that she kept just for this night. She flicked her thumb over the edge out of habit, checking the sharpness. A drip of blood appeared on her finger and she licked it away. A long moan sounded from the man, bringing her eyes to him.

The man rolled onto his back and grunted. He tried to sit up but the effects of the drug she'd given him wouldn't let him orient himself that well just yet. Alex watched as first confusion, then fear and finally anger darkened his face. His genetics were definitely Mediterranean, with that strong jaw line, beautiful dark hair and olive skin. She smiled. She'd chosen him precisely because of those strong features. They reminded her so much of her late husband. She sighed in anticipation. Tonight was going to be perfect. 

Alex's sigh drew his attention, and he swung his gaze around to clash with hers. He didn't seem to notice that he was naked. Or maybe it was that he didn't really care. She'd disrobed him as soon as he'd passed out, working her way through the clothes as if they were butter and she the knife. She'd piled them all into a nice neat square by the old woman under the oak afterwards. 

He had introduced himself as Sebian at the bar, an odd name but weirdly appropriate she thought. Alex ran her eyes over his body, taking in the wide shoulders, and lean stomach. This man worked out more than her husband ever had. His eyes narrowed as he watched her take in his nakedness. She laughed, even through the dim light of the night; he could see her expression, apparently. 

Alex walked over to him and knelt, letting him see the knife as she sat crouched beside him. The black dress, stretched over her body, hugging her curves and pushing her breasts together. She was close enough to rub his face between them but she paused letting him take in the situation. He stared up at her, his anger written in the frown lines on his forehead, as she brought the knife to his chest; she played the tip around his nipples, gently scratching first one then the other as she turned the knife to play between the two. She smiled as they hardened. 

Alex stiffened as a thread of energy ripped through the air and All Hallows Eve dawned. Midnight was upon them, time to get the ball rolling. She stood up and made her way to the old woman, still asleep, blissfully unaware of what was going on around her. Alex crouched over the woman and pulled her arm out, flipping it over so that her wrist was bare. She drew the knife gently over the onion like skin and waited for the blood to well up enough for her to capture it.

Alex looked over her shoulder as the man grunted behind her, struggling to get up. He was going to be a pain in the ass if she didn't hurry. She grabbed the vile from her pocket and turned back to the woman to fill it with as much blood as the old womans veins had managed to produce, which unfortunately wasn't much. She hoped it was enough to draw the spirits tonight. 

Alex headed to the center of the sacred circle; the energy flaring around her as she crossed into the circle, making her arm hair dance. She shivered as she walked around the circle the energy growing, as she sprinkled the blood and recited her incantations. She knew the man was studying her; she could feel his eyes watching as she trekked across the grass, and follow her as she stopped in the center and finished the first round of spells.

Alex turned to the man in the center; he had managed to get to his knees but hadn't managed anything further. She had to hurry or she would lose him. She pulled the dress up and over her body in one quick movement, the knife catching the fabric as she pulled it over her head. She felt it rip and then, suddenly, she was naked.

Alex watched as the man lifted his head and took in her nakedness. His eyes rounded as he watched her walk toward him. She smiled. She certainly had his attention now. She sauntered closer, letting him take in her nakedness. She watched him run his eyes down her body, stopping to linger on her full breasts and manicured pussy. If he hadn't been gagged, she was sure that his mouth would be as round as his eyes, right now. 

"What do you think Sebian?" She asked.

She lifted her hand and fondled her left nipple, tweaking it to a hard nub as he watched at her feet. His eyes were on her hand following its movement along her skin. She smiled. He was enjoying the show. 

She slowly sauntered behind him, trailing her fingers around his shoulders as she moved to his back. He stiffened when he felt her touch but she ignored it and instead leaned over him, pressing her breasts against his naked back. 

"Tonight," Alex whispered, "I'm going to fuck you. Not once, not twice, but as many times as I want." 

She felt him shiver. 

"I'm going to wrap my lips around your cock and suck you until you're like steel, and then I'm going to slide my pussy over you and fuck you until you're bucking so hard, you think you're going to die if you don't cum."

She fisted her fingers in his hair and tugged. 

"How do you like the sound of that?" Alex asked.

The man went still, it almost seemed like he wasn't breathing but then a large shudder went through his body and Alex knew that he was fine. He nodded yes and glanced over his shoulder at her. She sucked in her breath as she saw the eagerness in his dark eyes.

"Good boy," she teased, "now face front."

He obliged, leaving her free to explore him. Alex leaned against him once again bringing her left hand around to graze his cock. He started at the unexpected contact, and then relaxed when she began to stroke him. She ran her hand along the top of his cock, slipping her finger underneath to the sensitive nerves below the head. He moaned into his gag as she played with him, milking his cock to its full length. 

Alex rested her face against his neck, her tongue darting out to lick his neck every time she ran her finger underneath him, mimicking her movements below. His cock was heavy in her hand as she continued to stroke him, she felt him tense, his body rocking into her hand now as he tried to implore her stroke faster. She kept her rhythm steady, building him up to orgasm slowly, making him hot in her hand. 

A rush of power circled her as she teased him. She looked up and saw spirits fluttering above the circle, she could see the movement of their mouths but she hadn't given them their voices yet. She looked for her husband but didn't see him; heat radiated from her bracelet, letting her know he was there somewhere, she just couldn't see him. It was time to stop playing and call her husband forth. 

She stood up and walked in front of Sebian, facing him. She took the knife and brought it to her own wrist, slicing the delicate skin open. Blood welled up and dripped down her arm as she brought it above her head and recited the next spell. Her chanting grew louder as the blood dripped down her arm, smearing along the pale skin. The spirits above began to whip around, diving at the circle, only to be pushed back by its magic. 

Alex looked down at the man on his knees before her and she knew her eyes glowed with the power that had built inside the circle. He had softened during her chanting but he was still beautiful in his nakedness. He tried to stand but the ropes attached around his knees wouldn't allow him. Alex raised the knife and brought it gently to his face where the gag wrapped around his cheeks. He stilled, watching her, waiting to see what she would do next. 

She placed her left hand on his right cheek and marveled at the texture. It was firm and soft with youth, he couldn't be more than 35, she guessed by the look of him. A prime specimen in both looks and time, it was a heady mixture for her. She wanted to taste him, to take him into her mouth as his cock began to stiffen again so she could lick her way around the tip as it lengthened and hardened for her. She shivered. She was beginning to get wet.

Alex took the knife and slid it under the thread on his cheek, slicing through it to free his mouth but keeping it by his face. She watched him lick his lips before looking up at her, waiting to see what was coming next. He was waiting for her command. She liked that about this one, he was easy to get along with.

"Do you want to taste me?" She asked.

"Ye-," he croaked before his voice broke.

She raised her eyebrow at him, waiting. He coughed and then gulped in air, steadying himself before continuing.

"Yes. I want to taste you." He finally replied.

"How badly?" Alex asked.

He ran his eyes down her body, lingering at her breasts as he answered.

"I want your pussy in my mouth," he answered, "bad enough to let you restrain me."

Alex started. 

"What?"

"I said," he purred, "that I want your pussy in my mouth bad enough to let you tie me up."

"You didn't let me, I knocked you out and did it myself," Alex fired back.

He rose up on his knees; his stature seemed bigger now than before, Alex mused. He was still looking up at her but now the balance had shifted somewhat, she didn't know how or when but he seemed to envelope more of the space, to take control of the area around him. Then she felt it, the first trickle of power seeped by and she knew. He wasn't an ordinary man like her other targets had been, no, this one was very different. This one was a shape shifter; she just didn't know what flavor.

She could kick herself at the rookie mistake and for not checking and making sure he was human but there hadn't been a shifter on the East Coast in over a 100 years and she'd just assumed- wrongly apparently- that he wasn't. Humans were used in this ceremony because they could be easily manipulated, and typically had no powers of their own. Occasionally, you'd find humans with psychic abilities but that wouldn't normally through off the power needed to perform this calling of the spirits. But a shifter; that power was unstable. 

You've screwed yourself, royally this time girl, she thought.

Alex gazed down at the man at her feet and watched as power filled his eyes. They began to glow softly, the dark brown of them turning lighter as if golden amber, with his power. She felt his power build inside the circle, and build until she thought she would burst if the power didn't flow out of the confines of the circle. She took a deep shuttering breath as she tried to relax. She'd come too far to spook out now but she wasn't sure if she had the right ingredients for the ritual, she'd brought herbs for a human not a shifter.

Sebian smirked as he watched her emotions play over her face, her glowing eyes dimming in her uncertainty. She wasn't the only one with a secret tonight. He'd known she was a witch the moment he'd seen her but was intrigued enough to follow her here. He'd smelled the medicinal cocktail she'd given him and had known it wouldn't do much to him but make him a little tired but she hadn't. He'd watched beneath his lids as she had undressed him, and it'd been hard as hell for him to not become-well, hard as hell- as her hands had whispered over his skin and she'd picked off his clothes one by one. Oh yes, he would enjoy tonight.

He saw her eyes shift and knew she was looking for something, probably something in the duffle, but she'd never make it. Rope wasn't much more than a child's toy for his kind. His arms were beginning to ache where she had them stretched behind him which he normally wouldn't mind but after seeing her nudity, he wanted her. Now. Preferably, beneath him and moaning while he pounded into her. His beast padded inside him, pushing to come to the surface, responding to her scent. It wanted her too. She'd bitten off more than she had anticipated with him. 

Alex stepped back away from the man, she wouldn't be able to control him and she needed to for this to work. She shifted her eyes to the side, trying to find her bag in the darkness. She heard the spirits whispering above her, prodding her to submit to this new power that filled the circle. His added power had given them their voices. She clenched her hands into fists, and realized that she still held her knife; but she didn't want to kill him, just immobilize him. 

She had to contain his power. Her decision made, she ran for the bag, ready to break the circle to get to it. Behind her she heard tearing, but she didn't slow down, she had to get to the bag. An arm came around her just as she reached the bag, jerking her off her feet as she screamed, flailing uselessly against him. A hand wrapped itself around her right wrist, squeezing until she dropped the knife. She felt him all around her, his body molding hers from behind as he rubbed himself against her letting her feel how happy she made him. She tried to jerk her arm away but he didn't budge. Her foot struck out trying to connect with his shin, but she was unsteady, and he was much taller than her, over 6 feet, so that all she managed to do was tire herself. She hung in his arms like a sack of dry goods.

He felt her indecision as he held her; her scent wafting up to him as she struggled. The scent reminded him of rain, the way the air smelled after a good cleansing from a summer storm. Her hair had blown back into his face as he'd reached her and now he could smell the shampoo she used, it had an undercurrent of spice to it. No. That wasn't her soap, he sucked in a large breath of her, it was her he smelled.

Alex stilled as she felt him nuzzle her neck, she knew he'd smelled her but didn't know if it was because she'd stirred his beast or if that was just what shifters did. She groaned; this night was turning into a disaster. He must have taken her groaning as permission to do more, because he began to lick her neck. He swept his tongue over the pulse he found there, tasting the sweat on her skin, and she shivered. She felt her nipples pucker as he continued his tongue exploration along her flesh. 

The power in the circle was now almost overwhelming choking her with its heaviness. With the added heat that he was beginning to stir within her, she wasn't sure what might be called forth if they stayed inside it. She glanced up at the spirits swirling above them; it looked like a great mist had developed above the clearing they were so numerous. Spirits were pushy bastards; they had been summoned and now wanted their rewards. If she didn't get Sebian under control again, she'd never be able to get the ritual finished for her husband. She sighed, frustrated in more than one way. 

His power trickled along her skin, flaring up between them where their skin touched. The affect made them both aware of each other, when one moved, the other felt the power glide along their skin, like a second hand, caressing the flesh. She felt her power spark once again as the rush of energy began to flow inside her as her excitement grew. She gasped as he slid her body down along his so she touched the ground. He let his right hand trail to her front, grazing her lower stomach with his fingers as he held her to him. 

"What was it you said to me before?" He asked, innocently.

He teased his fingers lower, grazing her pussy, then retreated back to her lower stomach. 

"Weren't you going to suck my cock until it was as hard as steel?"

Alex arched back as his fingers threaded through her pussy hair, tugging slightly, before he slid one finger further down and around her slit, toying with her clit at the top. She sucked in her breath as he ran his fingers just along the outside of her, not entering, but fondling. He licked along her jaw, kissing his way to her mouth as he played with her, and she squirmed under the attention his fingers were paying her. 

"Mmmmmm," he purred, "You were also going to fuck me as much as you wanted. Or did you change your mind?"

He pulled her face around so he could kiss her lips, his mouth covering hers as he continued to dart his fingers around her lower lips. She squirmed trying to get his fingers to enter her but just as she thought he would, they darted away, to trail along her outer edge. The almost penetration was driving her nuts. 

He grinned as he felt her frustration build, every time his fingers danced around her opening, her kissing became deeper, trying to entice him in her mouth as his fingers were enticing her pussy. But he wanted her wetter, he wanted to make sure that when he took her, he could pump himself all the way inside in one long thrust. She wasn't quite there yet.

Alex was panting as she felt him tease her slit, he'd slid his finger slightly in and stopped, kissing her deeply before he plunged his tongue inside her mouth. He began a rhythm, licking around her lower lip and then plunging inside her mouth, while his fingers mimicked the rhythm below. She groaned, her pussy on fire as his tongue fucked her mouth the same way his fingers fucked her pussy. 

She trembled as he continued the rhythm, plunging again and again into her. She was close, the tension building inside her as his fingers continued their assault. He must have felt her tense because he increased the assault, quickening his plunging fingers until she thought she'd pass out from the intensity. She was so close to coming. Just a little-

"How bad do you want me to fuck you?" He whispered.

She couldn't understand what he was saying with her mind so fuzzy. She squirmed in his hands, trying to get him to finger her again as she tried to concentrate on what he was saying.

"How badly," he licked her ear, "do you want me inside you?" 

She shook her head. She wasn't going to admit it. She had to be in control for the ritual to work. She took a deep breath and steadied herself. Without his fingers manipulating her, she could think better. 




Magic



"I don't really care one way or the other." She answered finally.

"Liar."

He ran his finger over her clit, enticing it once again. She shivered for him but remained firm. She couldn't let him be in control. 

"You're just another random mark, a vessel for the spirit I'm calling to use tonight. I could have picked any man, so don't think you're that special."

She felt him tense. A low growl trickled from between his lips, the vibration reverberating against Alex's flesh; prickling goose bumps along her skin. His anger flared, white hot against her where their bodies joined. Maybe it hadn't been such a good idea to push him after all. 

He picked her up and moved her to the center of the circle, the power within the space still heavy with their powers. He lowered her onto the ground, pushing her down onto the grass as he lowered himself on top of her. He grabbed her arms and lifted them above her head, forcing her to look at him. 

Alex watched as he lowered himself on top of her, she'd wanted a large man like her husband and she'd got it, he towered over her. She felt his cock, semi hard, resting against her thigh as he looked down at her. She squirmed, the sensation of that cock so close to her pussy excited her and she struggled to keep from crying out. She wasn't going to give in. 

Sebian leaned down and licked her right nipple, slowly trailing his tongue around the tip until it peaked. He watched her face as he nipped his way to her other one, he knew she was wet, he could feel the moisture through the curls rubbing against him. It wouldn't be long before he claimed her. He felt his eyes darken; his beast wasn't going to wait much longer. He growled his mouth filled with her breast, vibrating her whole body with its intensity. He'd make her his tonight.

He reached down and began rubbing her clit again, wedging his thigh between her legs to open her to him even more. He felt her tremble as she fought against the sensations coursing through her. He grinned. She was very close.

Alex stifled a moan as he caressed her clit, dipping into her slit every so often before pulling back to focus on her clit again. If he kept this up she'd cum soon. She felt the power within her build as her climax neared. No! She gritted her teeth against it. She had to call the spirits before she came or she'd never be able to bring her husband's spirit into the man before her. She'd wanted him for his body but not before her husband got inside it. She felt him pick up the pace against her clit, her slit sucking in his finger deeper and deeper each time he plunged it inside her. She was so wet now he wouldn't have any problems entering her. She tried to pull her arms away but he only gripped her wrists tighter. She knew she was close, she bit her lip as she tensed and her body started to convulse, pushing her over the edge and into orgasm. 

The orgasm washed over her, pulsing through her body as she screamed out into the night. She felt her power surge upward in the circle, pouring out into the small confined space and hitting the man above her. She watched his eyes bleed into pale amber, his beast reacting to the power washing around them as he hung above her. A growl trickled out of his lips as he sniffed the air around them.

"You smell like herbs, my little witch."

He kissed her hard, his teeth nipping her lips as his tongue pushed inside to fence with hers. She felt dizzy, light-headed from the rush of power that surrounded them. As he deepened the kiss his power began to trickle out, and she could feel his control slipping. He pushed her thighs apart and settled between them. She sucked in her breath as she looked up into his face and felt him at her entrance. She could feel the pre-cum slicking against her opening, he was holding on by a string. 

He gazed down at her, pausing.

"Ever been fucked by a beast, witch?"

"No."

He bared his teeth in a semblance of a smile and leaned down into her face.

"Then hold on," he whispered.

Alex gasped as he plunged into her in one thrust. His cock slid into her wetness, making her shudder. His cock filled her pussy, sliding over that place inside that built the pleasure. She clenched her teeth, the pressure was so intense that she thought she'd die, but he kept plunging inside. In. Out. In. Out. Dimly, she was aware that the slapping sound she heard was their bodies smacking together in their rhythm.

Sebian grunted as he continued to plunge into her wetness, his rod filling her completely. She was tight and he wouldn't be able to last much longer. He felt her power swell around them again as her climax neared. He'd almost cum earlier when she had climaxed and released her power swirling out into the night around them. He'd never felt a rush like that and he wanted to feel it again. He glanced down at her face, her eyes were closed, her teeth clenched in her attempt to prolong the inevitable. He'd never been with a witch before; it made him wonder if sex was always this much of a rush. 

He was close. So very close. He gritted his teeth and changed his rhythm trying to keep his climax at bay long enough for her to cum again. He began to stroke her clit with his hand, his fingers brushing that sensitive spot as his clock slid inside to bump against her cervix. He felt her tense, she liked the added intensity. He leaned down and tongued her nipple, rolling his eyes up to her face as she gasped; her back bowed in response to his tongue. 

Alex couldn't think under the pressure he was creating in her body. When his fingers had joined his cock at her entrance, she thought he'd reached her limits but now with his tongue lapping her breast, she felt herself close. The fire he'd built inside her was beginning to consume her. His rhythm picked up as his own climax neared and then suddenly she was cumming. Her orgasm hitting her, shattering through her body to pulse around his cock. The energy she'd used to close the circle and begin the ritual flared outward, hitting him in the chest. She felt his back bow as he threw his head back and his beast howled into the night. She opened her eyes to see the spirits fluttering above her, their voices murmuring their approval of the show. She had a moment to think, it wasn't supposed to end like this, and then blackness swallowed her. 

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Alex slowly came to. Her body was stiff and for a moment she wasn't sure where she was at. She looked across the clearing and saw the naked woman in the center. The night came rushing back to her and she flushed, it had been a success in all the wrong ways. She got up slowly, her back taut from being up against the tree all night. She stretched, trying to work the tightness out of her before she tried to walk. 

When she had worked as much of the pain out as she could, she gingerly headed for the circle. She took in the sight and sighed, the circle was cold now, all energy from the night lost. The fact that she'd woken in her own body proof that it hadn't gone as she'd planned. She'd released too much of her energy after her last orgasm and it had sent her back into her own flesh. There was nothing she could do now except pack up and go home. 

She picked up the duffel bag and rummaged through it, bringing out the box of bandages. She grabbed one and placed it over the cut on her wrist, she was getting less and less blood from her veins each year. She was afraid that this would be her last All Hallows Eve contacting her husband. Well, trying to at least, she thought. 

A sound brought her attention away from the circle. She turned behind her, listening. She paused trying to hear the noise again but she heard nothing. She turned back to the circle and realized that the man was gone. The woman lay on her side, her hair sprawled around her but she didn't see any sign of the man. Her heart sped up. Would he want revenge on what she'd done tonight? She shuffled over to the woman and nudged her, trying to get her to awaken but the woman was out cold. Alex gritted her teeth. The woman was a hooker and she'd chosen her precisely because she was. She'd used the woman three years in a row now with no problems. She grimaced, the woman would probably be sore tomorrow. 

"Is this how all witches fuck?"

Alex started at the voice behind her, turning to face the man she'd mistakenly chosen earlier.

"Or," he continued, "is it just how you do it?"

She took in his now clothed appearance. His dark shirt strained over his chest and upper arms, and his jeans hugged him in all the right places. Alex frowned. She didn't need to go there again. 

"I thought most men liked a little sex with no attachments now and then. You didn't seem to mind it."

He watched her, taking in her face now that she was in her own body. She stiffened, she might be older than him, she glanced at him, hell a lot older than him but so what? She'd picked a beautiful woman so that it wouldn't be much of a stretch for him that night. In her youth she'd not needed the added person but now. Well, now was different. 

"How old are you?" He asked.

"No woman in her right mind answers that question."

A ghost of a grin appeared on his face. His eyes were that deep dark brown that they had been earlier when she'd picked him up at the bar. They reminded her of the oak trees she'd been fond of as a child.

"I think you're much older than you look."

"I look 60."

"But you feel much older, my little witch."

Alex stilled. Could he feel her true age?

"I think," he started, "that you are around 400 years of age. Give or take a decade. Am I right?"

She stared back, mute.

He grinned. 

"Then you should know that you're near your end. Right?"

Alex nodded. He didn't need to remind her of it. 

"Then how about a deal?" he asked.

"A deal?" 

He nodded.

"What did you have in mind?"

He walked up to her and took her face in his hands. She stiffened at the unexpected touch. No man had touched her like that in this body, not for a very long time.

"I can give you your youth back," he whispered.

She laughed.

"Sure you can." She retorted.

She wasn't sure where this was going but he had to be out of his mind. Did the spirits get into him after all? She glanced up at the sky but nothing but the moon hung above her.

"And how exactly are you going to do that?" She asked. 

"I'm going to bind your power with mine."

"In what way?"

"Weeell," he drew out the word, "I need you to share your blood with me, and when you do we share power."

"Won't that take away from you?"

"Are you worried about it killing me?" He asked.

She nodded.

He laughed. "Oh honey, it's pretty damn hard to kill a King that way. You'd have to be a hell of a lot older than that to do it."

"King?" She asked.

What shifter had a king? Wolf? Bear? She wasn't sure and if she bound herself to him did that mean she would shift as well? She watched him laugh and wondered. 

He sobered and looked at her. 

"I've never felt anything like the rush I felt with you tonight. It's intoxicating and I want to feel it again."

Her stomach clenched as his eyes slid to amber.

"Will you bind yourself to me?" He whispered.

She bit her lip; he was offering her a second chance, and tonight had been amazing but...

"You said you're a King. What kind of shifter are you?"

She watched his eyes bleed completely into their non-human form, the amber circling around irises that were no longer human. His power trickled out into the night and surrounded her. The smell of pines filled the air, as if she was deep in woodland territory somewhere on the East Coast, and she knew immediately what he was.

"You're a wolf." 

He smirked.

"All the way baby. So are you interested?"

She thought about it. The idea was so very tempting, but could he do it? Could he really make her young again?

"You can really make me young again? You're not fucking with me?" She demanded. 

He smirked. 

"Don't believe me?"

"Cautious," she replied. 

He looked down at her. 

"I can give you back your youth. I can make you my Queen. I can do all that and more." 

He kissed her. His lips blazing a trail along hers, as she sighed into his mouth. His lips were as soft as rose petals and his power stirred against them. A burning sensation began in her bottom lip, increasing as he kissed her. She tried to pull back but he wrapped his arms around her and held her to him. She stiffened at the sudden confinement. The burning was now moving up her cheeks to the rest of her face. She panicked, trying to pull away but he kept her locked in place. Finally, he broke away from her, smiling down into her face.

"What the hell are you doing?" She demanded.

He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and snapped a picture of her.

"Hey-" 

He turned the phone around and suddenly she was looking at herself, only younger. She stared at it. It had been so long since she'd last looked that way. She gingerly took the phone from him and snapped a selfie. She squealed as the picture came up. She looked like she was in her 30's again! 

"Believe me now?"

She nodded. 

He bent down and nuzzled her mouth. 

"Then say yes." He purred against her lips.

She stared up into his amber eyes. His power began to trickle out and surround them, making her shiver at the contact.

She wrapped her arms around him and gave him her answer.

"Who could say no to their very own fuck toy?" 

He threw back his head and laughed. He glanced back down and leaned in to whisper in her ear.

"Didn't you say something earlier about sucking my cock until it was like steel?"

She laughed and kissed her wolf, truly happy for the first time in centuries.



Magic



She was not gone but a few seconds. She wrapped her arms around my neck and lifted her lower body up to meet mine. I grabbed her firm ass and guided my cock back in to her dripping hole. Her legs wrapped around my waist and now we resumed the fuck, our lips mashing together, tongues dueling.

Ling came again and again, each orgasm stronger than the last. She was breathing harder and harder, seemingly exhausting herself, but begging me for more, to go harder. Suddenly I felt her begin to shake and as the orgasm slammed through her, she screamed a long passionate roar and seemed to fall limp in my arms. We slowly sank back to the bed, and I got of her, She was asleep, the last one knocking her out. I stepped off the bed, stumbled and feel in a heap. I was exhausted, but knew I could go more, the power of the brew surging through me. 

Lilith drew a comforter over Lings prone form and kissed her softly on the forehead. She turned to face me then, her eyes full of lust. “Now mortal, you will give me what I need. Ling there had her fun, but now I need your cum, your seed. You will fuck me as well, but when its time, I’ll show you what to do with that dick.”

I stood up and walked to her. The bed was occupied, so I decided to use the couch. I pushed her down on it and climbed between her thighs. She pulled her gown over her head, and I saw her beautifully firm breasts, large with coral colored nipples. Her pubic hair was bright and fiery red, much like the hair on her head. 

I bowed my head to suck at her nipples, biting them like Lings. She moaned and reached down to stroke my still damp cock, wet with Lings juices. She guided it in, and I pushed slowly into her depths. Her pussy was amazingly tight, gripping me like a hand would, yet amazingly wet and so hot. We began to fuck, slowly at first, not wanting to rush the inevitable. Her body was a wonder, skin so soft, breasts were perfect, and her ass was a dream. We fucked like this, missionary on the couch. My hands roamed her body, griping her ass to plunge deep into her. As I did this, I rubbed some of her juices on her anus, and began to slide a finger in. She moaned even harder at my anal teasing, and stopped me to ask, “would you like to fuck my ass for a bit?”

I go off and turned her around on the couch, on her knees, head hanging off the end. I slid back inside her to lube my cock, then began to slowly slide into her ass. She loosened up for me, and I was soon all the way in. I saw her reach for the dildo she had left on the couch and she reached under and began to fuck herself with it as I pounded her ass.

We fucked for many long minutes, our bodies covered in sweat. She came over and over, begging me to ride her faster. I pulled out of her ass, and she cleaned me with a rag dipped in another of her magic brews. Now cleansed, she straddled me and began to ride. Her tits were in my face and I sucked them like a starving man. The passion was unbelievable and I was still amazed at how long I was lasting and how wonderful it felt. She came again and again, and as she did I felt the bond on my orgasm begin to weaken. As she rode me in a frenzied bucking motion, I felt the stirrings deep with in my cock.

“I’m getting close.”

‘I know. You need to cum in my mouth, that’s how I need it.”

I fucked back at her trying to almost reach the point of no return but not quite. Suddenly I felt it begin to happen and rolled her off me, she dropped to her knees and her lips crawled around my shaft. She sucked hungrily and then it hit me. The orgasm slammed though me like a bomb going off. I roared out with pleasure, my knees giving way and feel back onto the couch. Lilith never let go, her mouth locked around my cock, swallowing every drop. I lay there basking in the sensations.

Suddenly a small sharp pain brought me back. She had sucked every drop of cum from me, swallowed it all, and then had nicked me with those fangs. Just a little scratch on the underside of my cock. Now she hungrily sucked from it. I could feel blood being drained from me. I remembered what the old man had said about their needs, so I let her feast.

After only a few minutes, she sat back to look at me. My cock felt totally drained, sore almost. The bite was tingling, but didn’t hurt. She stood up and led me to a another door I hadn’t noticed before. Inside was a bathroom, shower and all. We showered together, enjoying the feel of the hot water on our bodies, loving the feel of each others skin. 

“The brew has a small after effect. You’ll be impotent for about 24 hours, but after tonight, should be able to go a day without sex.”

I agreed and we finished our shower. I dressed and she escorted me back outside. I turned to look at her, seeing all the power and beauty of what she was. 

“I will come back here, only if you want me to.”

“I do. I see in you something that can be used for your benefit, the seeds of power, of change.”

I looked at her curiously, trying to figure out her words.

“Don’t you understand what is in you, mortal? A kind of magic.”

To be continued…maybe



Magic



This is a repost of a story I submitted last fall. The only excuse I have for that first submission was I wrote it during and after some serious health issues and my mind wasn't working right.

When I submit a story I always tell readers I like the constructive criticism I get, but the slash and burn comments are deleted fast. On this story I got some good comments and suggestions back from some readers that I just had to agree with. Those comments made me realize I had hurried the original story and left some questions unanswered. So I decided to take some time to go over it again. This is the result. I think you will find the revised story makes more sense and is a lot better story to read even if the changes made it fairly long.

I didn't know what category to put this one in and had to settle for the romance category as that one seemed to be the closest to what the story is about.

I also have to thank stephanvista, my new editor for the fine editing skills without which this effort would not be readable. I apologize to him because when I get things back from an editor I always seem to change things so any mistakes are mine. 

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1) The Wedding.

I think the easiest way to start this tale would be to say it all started when I was at a friend's wedding reception. In my wildest dreams I never would have imagined that being at that event would lead me to taking the first steps to reconnecting with the former love of my life.

The wedding reception I mentioned was for my friends Dennis and Darlene. They had been a couple since they went to kindergarten together and became close friends all through school. They finally hooked up when they finished University, where they finally started some heavy dating that led to this joyful occasion. I had to admit I was truly happy for them.

The invitation they sent me was for two people, meaning I had to bring a date. Therein was the problem. My heart had been ripped out by my first, last, and only love. The pain of having my heart ripped to shreds was the main reason there was no date for me. When it happened, it had hurt so bad I vowed to stay as far away from females as possible. I never ever wanted to find myself in the position of being hurt like that again. To be honest, when things went to hell in a hand basket I didn't want to see the girl that caused me that much heartache. The awkwardness of family and friends feeling sorry for me didn't appeal to me either. So I made the decision to disappear which was pretty easy to accomplish, I just packed up and left. I disappeared for five years and went far enough away I had no contact with anyone I knew.

Distance did nothing to help ease the pain... I still hurt. There wasn't a night that passed that I didn't dream about her. Some dreams were good dreams, but most woke me up in a cold sweat as I dreamed about the reason I was so far from home.

When I returned from my time out and tried to get on with my life, the wives and girlfriends of my friends thought they would get me back in the dating scene and help me forget the past. They tried fixing me up with single friends or acquaintances, and those dates all ended in a complete disaster. After a few of those I had no further interest in the dating scene. I know my friends were trying to help me, but after those first few attempts at matchmaking they had learned not to even try.

Anyway, I may have been single that night at the wedding, but I was having a rare good time with the group. Most of us guys had been friends since junior high and were still a tight group. When the gang got together, the bull-shit, teasing, and sarcastic comments flew like crazy. I think our table was the loudest in the hall with all the laughter caused by all the joking around. Right in the middle of another of Ben's never ending repertoire of jokes, I caught a quick glimpse of someone across the room that looked familiar.

There was something about her that tugged at my memory, but with just a quick glimpse and so many people dancing between her and me, I couldn't get a good look at her. A couple of minutes later the band took a break and all the dancers returned to their tables. This gave me a chance to get a good look at her.

Crap... A rush of anxiety came over me and my heart started to flutter because that woman across the room was Nancy. There was no mistaking her. I'd seen her face a thousand times, but in those days she always had a smile on that face. Today she looked concerned and clearly she was watching me attentively.

Seeing her over there sure put a damper on the festivities for me. I was sitting across the table from John when I recognized her. He definitely noticed something was wrong with me. I suppose he couldn't help but notice. I started to shake all over and turned as white as a ghost. After a few seconds the rest of my friends noticed my behaviour had changed. When they looked across the room and saw the reason for my reaction all conversation died down. They started to whisper back and forth amongst themselves, and then they exchanged looks as if they didn't know quite what to do about the situation.

I had to take a couple of deep breaths to steady myself as I continued to stare at her. My mind went completely blank, but my body reacted as if it had a mind of its own. Like some kind of zombie, I found myself trembling as I stood up and walked on shaky legs, across the dance floor. I don't know why, but I just had to talk to her. I'm sure the main reason was at one time I had considered her to be my second mother and I had liked and respected her a lot. Besides, a guy has to face his demons sometime, and I might as well start that process with her.

My friends just watched as I slowly made my way across the dance floor. I heard one girl; I think it was Margaret say, "Damn... Is that Allison's mother? He was doing so good... Sure as hell is hot, he's going to sink into another of his funks after this." I lost the rest of what was said in the crowd noise.

I guess this is where I should tell my tale of why there is so much drama in my life. To explain everything I have to go back some years from the time of that wedding to describe everything.

2) We Meet and Discover "Magic".

This journey started just as the sixties got rolling. I was a couple of weeks shy of sixteen, and ready to jump into high school and enjoy the experience. My uncle had offered me a summer job on his farm. I had helped out there before on weekends and during harvest and such, but this was for the whole summer. The big thing for me was the job paid a good wage so I would have some spending cash when I went back to school. The work was hard, but I always enjoyed working with my body by pitching hay bales and milking cows.

I had been there a few days when after chores my cousin and I took a couple of horses out for a ride to just relax. We rode for about four miles at a nice walk which ended at the local store/gas station beside the highway a half mile from home.

Country stores back then were the neighbourhood meeting place, and this one was no different. Over the previous years visiting on the farm, I had been at the store numerous times and was known. I also knew most of the people that stopped in. My cousin and I spent an hour there catching up on the gossip and bull shit before we decided to head for home.

As we exited the store we noticed two girls get out of a car that had stopped on the highway. My cousin recognized them as two girls that went to the same school he did. That's when I was introduced to Allison and her friend Sarah. When he asked where they had been they told him they had been at the fair in the city and had hitchhiked home.

You have to remember this was back in the sixties when there weren't too many weirdoes' out there and people were more sociable. For that reason hitchhiking was done quite a bit. We chatted for a while and after a bit they told us they had to get home.

My cousin and I helped the girls get up behind us on the horses so we could give them a ride home. They lived in the acreage development that looped around behind the store for a mile or so. Allison seemed to have a sense of humour because she jokingly was commenting, "Guys usually pick up girls in cars and being picked up by a guy on horseback would be something the grandkids wouldn't believe." There was also something said about a knight in shining armour on a white charger which was followed by some giggles. All I was conscious of, was she had her arms around me and was holding me tighter than what seemed necessary to stay on the horse. I admit those arms around me felt pretty fine. As we rode we talked a bit and I was enjoying her company. There was something about her that intrigued me.

Allison's friend, Sarah was dropped off first, and two houses later I dropped off Allison. I got off the horse to help her down, and then we just started talking. It just seemed like the natural thing to do. I was so wrapped up in talking with her I vaguely remember my cousin saying "I know when I'm a third wheel. I'll meet you back at the farm."

Allison's mom, who I found out later was named Nancy, had been periodically looking out the window at us. We had been holding hands ever since I helped her off the horse. I guess just being with her made me want to not give up that hand, and she felt the same way. We were also standing pretty close as we talked and joked back and forth. After midnight Allison's mom interrupted us by asking when Allison was coming in. We noticed it was very dark out and we chuckled. We realized that we had been talking for three and a half hours. No wonder the horse was getting fidgety. Before she went in we told each other we had a fun time, even if it was a weird way to meet someone, and I made sure I got her phone number because I wanted to see her again.

I guess Allison got the third degree from her mom after she went in the house. She wanted to know what was going on. I couldn't blame her. After all, she was a mother looking out for her daughter. Seeing Allison standing close to a strange guy, holding hands with him, with the two of us acting like love sick puppies had her wondering. But the topper for her was that strange guy with her daughter was holding the reins of a horse as we talked. It must have looked pretty weird.

Let me tell you after that night I sure got a bucket of grief from my cousin. For days on end all I heard was. "Hey guy, are you getting your stallion out tonight and heading out to rescue your damsel in distress. Make sure she drops her long blond locks out the window of the stone turret so you have something to climb." Those were a few comments I had to put up with.

Smart ass!

Back then I couldn't afford a car or the insurance for it, but had been working on this Honda 125 motorbike which was within my budget. At that point in time the Japanese bikes had just started to be sold in this part of the world and this was one of the smaller ones available. This particular bike had been owned by a neighbour that had no experience on a bike. The no experience was too my benefit as he promptly ran it into a wall damaging the front end a bit. Nothing major, but things had to be adjusted. He was so afraid of it after hitting that wall; he gave it to me, just to get it out of his sight.

I was happy for the gift because it meant I now had wheels, and as soon as I got things fixed I would be mobile. It was perfect for me to run around with. The only problem with the Honda was it was underpowered with two people on it, so it was to slow for the highway. One person on it wasn't bad, so with just me on the bike I could almost reach the speed limit on the highway. But it restricted my movements a bit for dating and such.

That Honda was sitting in the yard at my uncles, and when I had time I worked on it. I had phoned Allison a couple of times after the chores had been done and we talked a fair bit. Three days after I had met Allison I had managed to get the headlight mounted and adjusted on the bike. That was the last thing to make it road worthy. I just had to test it out, so I drove it over to her place. Allison's mother, Nancy answered the door and called for her. She had a smile on her face as she added a bit of a barb, "Roy Rodgers is here and he has upgraded his horse power." Jesus another smart ass!

We went to the store for a pop. With the bike not safe for two on the highway, the store was a good place to go. We then spent a fair number of hours talking at the picnic table in her backyard where we innocently kissed a few times. That did it for me, I was smitten with her and she seemed to be also infatuated with me. The saying "we had connected" would be a sincere understatement. Thus started our relationship.

I'm sure we spent every minute we could together after that and I never went home the rest of the summer. That would have taken time that I could be spending with her. The only way my parents saw me was if they visited the farm or tracked me down at Allie's place. To me she was "Allie," but to everyone else, she insisted she had to be called Allison.

Everyone we knew couldn't help but notice the connection we were forming and everyone had their opinion about us. Friends, family, you name it, used to tease us to no end about puppy love. Yeah, we were young, but without doubt there was a rapport there that couldn't be denied. We would be the first ones to admit we were young and inexperienced in matters of the heart, but we knew we had something special, and over time everyone saw we were right.

The summer for us was like those wannabe romance novelists always tried to write about. We seemed like we were joined at the hip whenever we were together, and we could spend hours on end just talking about anything that came to mind. We would tell each other everything about our lives and what we wanted for the future. Hopes, dreams, ambitions, past mistakes, number of kids we wanted, you name it, we talked about it all.

We may have been young, but we both had our sights on the future, and being together in that future was at the top of the list. That was pretty ambitious for a couple of sixteen year olds. Both our parents were sceptical about our dreams. After all, we were inexperienced where it came to matters of the heart, and they figured the young love between us would be fleeting and things would change over time. They all seemed to take a "wait and see" attitude.

As our bond grew stronger over the summer, we noticed something weird. We found we were like those twins you hear about where one would feel the pain of the other. It started out with little things like me feeling her pain as she stubbed a toe or if I bumped into a counter she felt it. We whimsically called what we felt, our "magic". Our parents didn't believe us when we told them about our "magic," so they tested it out by poking me with a pin while Allison was in another room. She could feel every poke and prod in the exact spot it happened with me.

By the end of summer the two of us were beginning to feel the emotions of the other person as well. Let me tell you it was really weird discussing something and feeling her reaction to what I said. That was bad enough, but making out with her, or her me, and being able to feel the emotions of what we were doing to each other was really weird. Eerie doesn't begin to describe things, but after we got used to that, it was nice to be able to touch her or kiss her and know if she liked it or not. No guessing or having to ask if what you were doing was good or not, you could sense it. With the "magic" we couldn't help but be bound together so tightly that we were truly one.

With the feelings we had towards each other, and knowing how the other one felt about it, we were as committed to each other as we could be. I even asked her to go steady with me and she agreed.

In the fall when we had to go back to school, her parents had accepted that I was going to be around their daughter so they had accepted me in their home. Also my parents had met her and thought she was pretty nice. They thought so much of her, she quickly became a de facto member of my family and in their minds she was adopted to be the daughter they never had.

Being back in school, I set up a sort of schedule so I could see Allison. Fridays after school, weather permitting, I would hop on the bike and motor out to visit her. I would stay until late, then make my way to my uncles and spend the night in the barn. The barn was warm and the hay made a nice bed. In the mornings I would help them with chores like cleaning the barns, feeding the animals, etc too pay for the breakfast they supplied, and then about noon, head back to Allison's for the day. I did the same routine Saturday night and then Sunday evening I would head home. The rest of the week the two of us had to settle for phone conversations.

Like all youngsters, we explored each other's bodies, but we were careful not to go too far. The two of us had seriously discussed this exploring of each other. While it felt good and was exciting exploring each other, Allison wanted to wait until she was out of school and had her eighteenth birthday before we put our lives in jeopardy by doing something stupid that could cause an OOPS. I could understand that because a couple of kids in our school had their lives ruined by not being able to hold back and their lives had gone from carefree to worried about the future.

When winter arrived that meant there was no way I could get to Allison's house on my bike because of the snow on the roads. So most days that I wanted to see her, I would hitchhike. On really inclement days for the trip home, my dad would pick me up, or Allison's dad would take me home. There wasn't much that kept the two of us apart.

Our parents all knew about our thoughts on holding off on sex and after a few talks with them, they knew we were adult enough to be trusted. They showed how much they trusted us by surprising us with a real special treat just after Christmas. We were allowed to stay at each others houses over the weekends or holidays in the spare rooms at each house. That way everyone got to know everyone else better and we soon felt like we were a family that way. Another plus was it gave the two family's time to bond with us youngsters. It also saved on me sleeping in my uncle's barn, and the late night trips to get me home etc. I'm sure our dad's liked that.

After that I don't know how many times Allison and I were woken up in the morning by parents making noise in the kitchen. The two of us would be cuddled up on the sofa watching a show on the television, usually that Jack Paar show or a late movie, and fall asleep there. At least I got to see the morning Allison, and in my mind she wasn't that bad looking. As a plus with us staying at each others place we could date or go to parties with friends without to many complicated arrangements having to be made.

Allison met all my friends and I met hers and we had a lot of fun with them. Those friends saw how connected we were, and being young teased us to no end. When Abby, a friend asked me how Allison had captured my heart, I replied that Allison secretly was a witch and had cast an unbreakable spell on me to make me spellbound to her. I finished by telling her that was the reason we had our "magic." That's when our friends started saying the two of us were mind mates. Whatever that is supposed to mean?

I had one friend by the name of Shane, who had this old Volkswagen beetle he drove. There were a cold couple of weeks just after Christmas and because of the parent's schedules, I couldn't get out to visit Allison and I was missing being with her. Talking on the phone was ok, but talking in person, holding hands or touching each other would make things so much better. Shane offered to drive me in his car to visit her for the price of a coffee.




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The second time Shane drove me to see Allison he got introduced to Sarah. Remember Sarah, she was the other girl with Allison the night I met her. Allison and Sarah were best friends and it was just natural for Allison to arrange for the two of them to meet. Shane and Sarah hit it off. I think it was the bad guy persona he tried to project. Sarah and Shane wasted no time and were soon having sex. Oh well they could do their thing, because Allison and I were happy with the way things were with us.

Spring came around again and I thought things between Allison and I couldn't get any better and Allison told me a lot of times she couldn't be happier. I had given her my school ring so we were now formally going steady. We had to wrap tape around it to make it smaller so it wouldn't keep falling off her finger but she was happy with it and showed it off to her friends all the time.

We still talked over everything, and had both agreed we were looking forward to her eighteenth birthday a year and a half away. Nothing was going to ruin what we planned. That second summer together was the best year of my life.

Our parents also noticed the connection we had with the "magic", and how it had seemed to get even stronger. It got to the point I could be at home and some feeling would tell me when Allison was going to call so I would race to the phone trying to beat her. She could do the same with me so that got to be a game between the two of us. We also got to the point we finished each others sentences, even if it was some obscure idea unknown to the other one.

To us our "magic" was a major thing that linked us together. People couldn't understand the "magic" thing we had, and we had no way of telling them in words so they could understand being able to feel the others emotions all the time, and how it affected us. That "magic" thing became the normal with us. So normal, we got to the point we never thought about our "magic"... It was just there.

3) Year 2

The summer of our second year of knowing each other was spent with me again working at my uncles and spending every moment I could with Allison. When it was time to go back to school, I took on a heavy workload to get the courses I wanted so I would be prepared for the future. The heavy workload is what happens when you change too many classes in mid stream because you want to change the career path you are taking. I wanted to change from a vocational side of things to more academic courses so that meant the two years left in high school I was going to cram three years of studying in. Allison was taking a normal load so she had more time on her hands.

Other than the distance of her living out in the country and me in town we were always together. We connected every chance we could and made the most of our time together. That little Honda of mine sure put on a lot of miles.

By the time our second Christmas came, we had been together a year and a half and I was considered part of the family in Allison's home, and she was also part of the family in my home. When I say that I mean her parents thought of me as their son and my parents considered Allison their daughter. When the realization of that hit home, we sat down and had a serious discussion. That was the night we seriously promised ourselves exclusively to each other, even though we had been since we met. We also gave our word we wouldn't do anything to hurt the other with anyone else. It felt like an engagement for us, and I even told her after her eighteenth birthday, we would have to seriously go looking for a ring.

The winter passed. She was at my place most weekends and holidays so I could study more. As an added bonus, she understood those courses I was taking better than I did, so she was a natural choice to tutor me. Staying at each others house for weekends and such was the expected norm for us by then, because by that time both sets of parents were comfortable with our commitment to wait on being physical until we were finished school.

That commitment to wait on being physically involved with each other was sure hard on the two of us. By that time in our relationship we had done a fair bit more than heavy petting, and knew what each others body looked and felt like. The most difficult part of that was knowing through the "magic", how much each other was enjoying those times and believe me it was tough holding back.

Just before New Years Allison and I overheard our parents talking about us. My mom was talking to Allison's mom and said, "Have you noticed the two of them when they are together? They are always looking into each others eyes and there is always some touching between them. When they are apart, they seem lost."

"Yeah I've noticed. At first I thought it was young puppy love infatuation, but their relationship has blossomed into something a lot more that that. I think what the two of them have is a lot like what you always see in fairy tales. If there was ever such a thing as true love and the emotional commitment that involves, I'm sure those two have it."

For us listening to those comments from our mothers really confirmed what the two of us thought we had, and brought into focus just how much the two of us had going for us.

We still got teased from just about everyone about the puppy love thing, because within seconds of being together, there was always some body contact even if it was just holding hands.

For that year other than working hard at school, socializing with friends, and the part time job I got, things were pretty uneventful.

4) The "Magic" Fades Then Is Gone.

The third summer we were together was a bit more hectic that the other summers we had together. I was working more hours at my part time job and Allison was also working for a neighbour, but we still met up every evening we could.

Then Allison and I started our senior year. School was chaotic for me as the workload increased. I almost regretted changing my classes from the vocational to the academic studies. Allison and I started out the school year like all the other years hoping to make good marks so we could get on with our lives afterwards. 

Our parents socialized with each other all the time now and were best friends. I'm sure the Christmas, New Years and Easter holidays were the best ever with both families enjoying the festivities together. It was like having one big happy family around all the time.

Allison and I still enjoyed being with our friends with the only difference being Shane, who had started hanging out with a rougher crowd at school. The rest of us were considering him to be less of a friend and more of an acquaintance. That was mainly because his attitude had really changed and he wanted to fit into the image his new group of friends had. He definitely was becoming more of a rebel and he started to act like he was better than everyone else and could do as he pleased.

I was so busy with my own active life so I never even paid that much attention to what Shane was doing. I never noticed that he and his girlfriend Sarah didn't seem to want to be near each other unless there were other people around. About the only time they got together was when someone else was there to act as a referee. Allison insisted we double date with them as a favour to Sarah. I guess Sarah still liked him, but his new attitude was starting to be unappealing for her. As long as I could be with Allison, I didn't care who else we went out with, so we double dated a lot.

I don't know why, I was stupid I guess, but I never paid much attention to the fact that Shane seemed to spend more time talking to Allison than to Sarah.

Double dating soon wore thin for me, because having another couple there all the time meant I couldn't talk to Allison like I wanted to. Eventually I dropped going out with them all together. Without thinking about it, I just naturally thought with me not there Allison wouldn't go out with them either. Allison, for some reason also never mentioned to me that she was still going out with them during the week to "help them with their relationship".

Looking back at things I should have realized Shane was subtly trying to get closer to Allison and using the excuse of getting help with his relationship with Sarah to accomplish that. The kicker, I was to find out later, was Sarah and Shane broke up, and Shane and Allison were meeting on the sly under the pretence of trying to get Shane and Sarah back together. In reality, Shane was putting the moves on Allison and they were getting to be closer than just friends.

The courses in school I was taking were a lot harder than I thought they would be and I was concentrating so hard on them, I never clued onto the fact our "magic" was slipping away.

Our last summer together came after she had graduated. Unbeknownst to us it was going to be a very fateful summer. Allison found herself a job at a bank. I was working on one advanced summer class still, and only needed two credits to have enough to graduate. Besides school, I also had that part time job. Having that schedule, Allison and I couldn't get together too many times during the week, and had to settle for weekends to be together.

All of my friends had graduated, except Shane, who never even came close. He was back full time for summer school along with his new loser group of friends. He had slipped so much in his attitude about school if he ever wanted to graduate; he was going to have to go back to regular school to redo his last year too.

So, my eighteenth birthday came and went and was celebrated with a nice party with friends and both our families. Having my birthday meant Allison's was coming up three months afterwards. That was the big eighteenth for her as well, and we had been anxiously waiting for it. There were a lot of loving looks back and forth between us knowing our time was coming to consummate our relationship. Our parents knew about our promise to each other and we could see they were of a mixed opinion about that. On the one hand they knew we would get physical even if we weren't married, but on the other they knew that when we did do it we would both be adults and they had no real say in the matter.

Between Allison's work and my hectic schedule, the "magic" had slipped away and seemed to be random at best. We never noticed it had all but disappeared, and we had to think about it before it made an appearance for us. I guess that's what happens when you take something for granted thinking it would always be there.

One night two weeks before her birthday, I called Allison. It was a bit later than we usually talked because I had to run an errand for my dad. I hoped to talk to her a bit anyway. Nancy informed me, Allison had gone out with Shane to pick up Sarah like they had been doing every Wednesday.

That was the first I heard about her going out every Wednesday night without me, so I had to ask some questions about that. How long had this been going on? Why was Shane picking her up first and dropping her off last? Her mother didn't have any answers and told me to ask Allison the next night.

Hoping to catch Allison I phoned Sarah's house. Sarah told me she wasn't there and she hadn't seen her in a while. I told her I thought Allison would be with her because she went out every Wednesday after Shane came and picked her up to go with her and Shane to act as a third wheel to help them. I was shocked when I was informed Sarah and Shane had broken up two months previously. Sarah also informed me she was so pissed off at Shane that there wasn't a hope in hell of her ever talking to him again.

I then told Sarah, "Allison's mom told me Shane had been picking up Allison every Wednesday and they were gone for about three hours every time."

That was when Sarah exclaimed, "So that's who that bastard was fooling around with." She added, "I broke it off with him two months ago because I knew he was screwing around on me with someone, but I didn't know who, but I guess I do now. That bitch was supposed to be my best friend."

That's when my world crumbled. My mind went into overdrive. The question I had was, even if she was trying to help, why was he was picking her up instead of picking up Sarah first like a normal guy would do on a date. Then the obvious question came to me. Just what were they doing to "fix Sarah's relationship with Shane", and why were they going out by themselves to do it?

I was questioning everything. Why was she lying to everyone, especially me about what she was doing? Is this why she had been calling me earlier than we usual connected these last few Wednesdays? My head was spinning and I had to stop because I was questioning every little thing.

I tried to feel her with the "magic", trying to get a feel for what was happening. That's when I realized the "magic" had been getting weaker and weaker and I could hardly sense her. There was only the odd feeling of excitement that came and went. I couldn't make any sense out of that so I gave up trying.

Sitting there and thinking about it, I still believed I could trust her so I wasn't too worried even if I couldn't figure out what was going on.

The next day when I did finally talk with Allison on the phone, she blew it off, telling me she was just trying to get Shane and Sarah back together. I told her what Sarah had said about not getting back with him, but Allison said she was still trying to talk Shane into changing, and was going to continue to try getting them back together.

That weekend when I finally got to talk face to face with her, she reassured me that she was doing exactly what she said she was doing. I loved her, so like a fool, I believed her.

The next week in school was when my life went over the proverbial cliff. I happened to overhear the guys in Shane's group boisterously laughing and carrying on. I stayed around the corner and listened as they were discussing Shane and his latest conquest. It seems he had been bragging to anyone that would listen that he hooked up with a sexy friend of his old girlfriend. He had bragged that he was banging her once a week for the last month and a half now. He really bragged how he managed to manipulate her to get her virginity.

No names were mentioned but I was ready to blow my top when I realized they could be talking about Shane and Allison.

I also realized there was no proof, and it could all be bullshit. Thinking the worst was not productive and the more I thought about it the more I got depressed. Allison even picked up on my feelings at her work with the very few "magic" feelings we were getting about each other. As soon as I walked in the house, she was on the phone to find out what had got me upset.

At least she sounded worried.

By then I had calmed down, so hoping she wouldn't pick up on it with the "magic" I lied. God I felt like shit telling her I didn't get the expected mark on a test and I was disappointed. Somehow she believed that and we talked for our usual hour. Mom was in the room when this happened and picked up that something was wrong. I could see she was going to ask about it, so as to not have to lie again, I told her not to ask. Shit this was not a good day. I was lying to my girlfriend and putting off my mom and that was something I had never done to either of them.

In my mind, I was sure what I heard from that group of Shane's friends was all bullshit, but I just had to check. Come Wednesday night I left work early and was waiting down the road from Allison's to see if he showed up to pick her up. If he did, I wanted to see just where they went afterwards. Just as Shane pulled into her yard, the "magic" gave me a brief feeling of excitement, and then went out as fast as it came. I couldn't feel a thing from her after that.

I followed them. Wouldn't you know it, my worst fears were confirmed. They went and parked behind the old rickety barn at Smith's old place. The place had been abandoned for years and all the kids in the area used it for a parking spot to make out in.

It took me a few minutes to park my Honda behind some bushes and walk to a better vantage point. I just about died right there when I saw them in action together. I froze and fell to the ground. I didn't even realize how long I was there crying. I don't know how Allison never picked up on my grief, because I must have been broadcasting with a megaphone over our "magic".

When I came to my senses they were dressing getting ready to leave. I spent the rest of the night just sitting there in the tall grass, totally lost in all the hurt, pain and wild thoughts as my mind wrestled with the facts.

5) I Run Away.

That all happened on the Wednesday before Allison's Birthday party that Saturday. Before Wednesday's eye opener, I had been looking forward to being there to help her celebrate, but now there was no way in hell I wanted to even look at her. She probably figured it was a given that I would show up at her party, but I just couldn't. All I could think about was the deception, lies, and realizing all our plans we made for the future were worthless.

On Thursday and Friday I didn't go to my classes, or to my part time job. I spent my time in the park, with my mind going a mile a minute trying to think of why she did this to me. I'm sure everyone has had something tragic happen to them and all your mind does afterwards is go off on every weird tangent you could think about, whether those thoughts were rational or not. With me, the "why did she do it," and "she obviously didn't love me" thoughts just kept rolling through my head. All those young puppy love statements that everyone told us just after we met came to me too. It made me wonder if everyone else knew something I didn't.

The one gripping thing I couldn't get out of my mind was what were my family and friends going to think of me. I know it was a self-centred thought, but at that time my thoughts weren't very rational. I just knew I was going to be the centre of a lot of concerned attention with people laughing behind my back. I didn't want any of that, so thinking those thoughts led me to making plans so I wouldn't have to suffer the embarrassment of everyone giving me funny looks or me having to answer questions. So after two days I finished my plan and got ready to activate it.

I had also begged off talking to Allison by being out of the house until late, and leaving early in the morning. That way I also didn't have to see my mom and dad because they would have known something wasn't right. I did call Allison's Mom Friday while Allison was at work, and told her I would be there for the party, although I would be a few hours late. That was another bald faced lie from me. I was getting good at that. I had no intention of ever seeing Allison again, and if I could manage it I wouldn't even talk to her. I was just too embarrassed and out of my mind with heartache thinking about the way she hurt me to even think about seeing her.

My family had all been invited to Allison's birthday party. That was expected as both families were close. Saturday when my parents left for the party, they could see there was something the matter, but I just brushed off their questions and told them I had something to do and was going later... Crap another lie. I did give my brother this special birthday card I had spent a lot of time finding, and told him to secretly put it in with all the other cards and gifts she was sure to get. He looked at me funny, but I just told him it was a surprise.

I still remember that card. Allison had always liked balloons. She liked them even better than getting flowers. Hell, she always had one in her room just to bounce around to kill time. I found a card that on the face of it had some balloons surrounded by hearts, and on each of the balloons there was a word. The message the words on the balloons said was, To a Very Special Person, On a Very Special Birthday.




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The inside of the card had more balloons with smiley faces on them and the printed message it had underneath the balloons read. "Happy birthday, I hope all your dreams and wishes for the future all come true on this your eighteenth."

Under that I crossed out the mushy stuff I had written, and wrote in a heavy hand. "It would have been nice to enjoy your birthday like we planed to do, but I guess you didn't want what I wanted. I may be young and inexperienced in romance but I did love you with everything I had. I wish you had appreciated my love for you a lot more. I guess all our past together and all our plans for the future meant nothing to you. I can't live with your betrayal. SO BY THE TIME YOU READ THIS I'LL BE GONE. ENJOY YOUR TIME WITH SHANE. GOOD BYE!"

After my parents left to go to the party, without thinking about the consequences, I did the most stupid thing I had ever done in my whole life. Like someone too afraid to face what was going to happen, which I admit I was! I just packed up what I could carry in a backpack and filled a duffle bag and strapped it to the seat of the bike and left on my Honda. I was almost seventy five miles away when I felt a blast of terror from the "magic" but with tears in my eyes I kept on traveling down the highway. I went far enough away from home not to feel anything from "magic", or hear anything that was going on back home.

The big thing was by running away that day; it made me a high school drop out, which meant I lived from one menial job to another menial job, existing day to day and most times sleeping in shelters.

It took me five years of barely surviving with no contact with anyone before I finally had to admit I had to go back home. I guess it was either that or starve to death. That was five years of everyday questioning myself wondering why it happened and wondering how she could do that to me.

I had sold my bike a few weeks after running away so I could eat for a while which meant I had no transportation. So I had no choice but to hitch-hike home. It took me three weeks to get back there.

Mom and Dad were sure happy to see me. A few days after the excitement of the homecoming died down, they asked me if I wanted to talk about Allison. From past events they had pieced together why I had run from Allison, but they were concerned parents and wanted to give me some facts to fill in some blanks in what happened after I left. They also wanted to hear my story. I'm sure they wanted to get me to talk about things so I could start to get on with my life.

Dad told me the day of Allison's party was something out of a horror movie. Everyone could see Allison was concerned I hadn't arrived and she was confused why I wasn't there to celebrate with her. She was anxiously looking for me and every time a car drove by, or she heard noise outside she ran to the window to look to see if it was me. She had even told her mother that she could feel there was something wrong with me.

There's that "magic" again even if it was so weak it was hard to read it anymore. She tried to call me, but by then I was out the door and on my way down the highway, doing my running away thing.

The time came to open presents. She was disappointed and visibly sad I wasn't there. So in front of some of our friends and relatives when she came to my card she read it silently and her face got longer the more she read until she gave out a bloodthirsty scream scaring the hell out of everybody. She cried out "NO NO, NO." She jumped up with a shocked look on her face spinning around hoping to get some answers from what the "magic" might give her.

She again cried out, "NO. Oh god I can't feel him anymore. Where is he? No... He's really gone." She then ran frantically to her room. The door slammed and she locked the door. All they could hear through the door was her crying out repeatedly, "No, no. He can't leave. What have I done? What have I done?" I guess they tried for a half hour talking through the door, trying to get her out of there. It sounded like she was getting more frantic so they broke down the door. I guess with that hullabaloo the party was pretty much over at that point and everyone was leaving.

The card was lying on the floor and her mother saw it there. She read it and realized her daughter had just destroyed something very precious. Nancy was soon crying along side Allison trying to ease the pain in her grief-stricken daughter.

After that tale, my mom told me a couple of months after that dreadful day Allison did call looking for me, and left a short message. All she said was to tell me she was sorry.

So after five years of being gone, I was home and went on with my life. The first thing I did was to complete school, then find a job. Even after all that time I would still have frequent flashbacks about Allison, and they would usually set me back for a couple of days or so. To tell the truth, I would be a walking zombie on those days. Thank god for family and friends. They helped me to no end getting my feet on the ground again.

6) Back to the Wedding.

7) 

That brings me back to walking across the dance floor at my friend's wedding. When Nancy, Allison's mom saw me approaching, she covered her mouth with a hand as if she was nervous that I was coming her way. But she didn't move and just waited for me to approach. The first thing she did when I stopped in front of her was give me a hug as she said, "Hi stranger. I heard you've been back for a while... You've been missed at our place. You are looking good."

I'm sure those are all the platitudes a person speaks in difficult situations, and this sure was one of those.

She paused looking at me and added, "I hope you're better. Your mom says you had a rough time of it."

As if to answer the puzzled look on my face she added, "Yeah we are still friends with your parents." That fact surprised me because mom and dad, in all the time I had been back, never even hinted they were still friends with Allison's parents.

Because she was always nice to me, I tried to be polite to her and I exchanged greetings. After the hello's I found myself with a snippy voice replying to her comment on looking good, "I maybe back, but don't bullshit me. I don't look anything like I used to... I'm better than I was I guess, but I know I look as bad as I feel on most days."

I saw those words had taken her aback and realized everything that had happened wasn't her fault so I said, "Sorry about that, I apologize, I still have a hard time controlling myself whenever something reminds me of her... And you sure do that!" I changed subjects and asked, "Where's Jack?"

Nancy pointed towards the front of the hall. "Oh right I forgot, he's a photographer, I haven't been paying to much attention to small things like that and never noticed him doing his job right in front of me. So how did Dennis and Jamie select you guys to be the photographers at their wedding?"

"Luck of the draw I guess."

I noticed a couple of my friends hovering close by and I waved them away. I knew they were worried and watching out for me, but no matter how this turned out I didn't need spectators. They went back to their table, but I could see they were still keeping an eye on me.

Nancy then said to me, "Look, if you can handle it now, could we please sit somewhere private and talk? There's a lot that needs to be said."

All I could do is nod in acceptance. I figured that I would have to do a lot more harder things than talk to Nancy at sometime or other, and I might as well start things off with her.

She led me to an unused table and we sat. Nancy just looked at me for a while hoping I would say something. There was just silence from me and she decided to start things off and said, "Your parents might have told you this, but here it is anyway. After Allison opened that card from you she realized what her actions had done and she was shattered... She was so shattered she had a breakdown. It took a while before she was functional again. We had a rough time with her and were always checking on her because we were sure she was suicidal. That note you left in that card really hurt her."

I said, "Sounds like she was feeling the same as I was, I guess it's the thing to do when your heart gets shredded and life as you know it goes to hell."

It was my turn to apologize again. "Look I'm sorry about the card, I grew to love you and Jack, and I considered you to be my mom and dad as much as my real parents. I didn't want you to be hurt, but I just couldn't face Allie... All our sharing of plans, and dreaming of our future and all those loving happy times we had were gone in the blink of an eye. It just hurt so much the way she destroyed me and everything I thought we had. I had to get away."

Nancy then seriously said, "I can understand that, but I'm going to say something to you like I am one of your parents, which I feel I am anyway. I hope you listen to me and think before you respond... OK?"

I nodded agreeing to her request. "I don't want to sound condescending and sounding like my daughter could do no wrong, because she did. Even she couldn't figure out why she did what she did. Allison realized the day you left just how much she ruined both of your lives, all for a few kicks."

She then went on and said, "But having said that, your running away like you did, and not facing your problems head on was not the right thing to do either. If you wanted to break it off with her you could have told her to her face, or talked it over with her at least... I admit she screwed up causing you a lot of pain, but you did the same to her by being too afraid to face her... It's both your faults that you both have been feeling like shit since that day by not being adult enough to face each other. Once she was stable she wanted to apologize to you so badly, but you were not to be found. I think the two of you both suffered because you didn't talk about what happened and it has been festering inside the two of you ever since."

I humbly said, "I know... My mom and dad have said the same thing on more than one occasion and the last little while I have been realizing that I should talk to her, but I don't know how to go about that. Maybe one day I can figure it out."

"It would be nice if you could. At least then maybe the two of you could get some closure and get on with your lives." She then said, "Look you're going to have to address this situation sooner or later. You both can't live feeling sorry for yourselves and what happened, if it's over, tell her. But, if you want to take another shot at it, you two will have to work that out, and to do that you have to talk with each other."

I was starting to feel dismal again when I said, "It's hard thinking about moving on. I'm sure you know how much I wanted to be with Allie for the rest of my life. That was before that night when I saw what the two of them were doing. What she was doing with him was something that we promised to only share with each other"

I got tears in my eyes and whispered, "Shit I even had a real diamond ring to replace my school ring for her birthday." I paused, thinking a bit, and then added, "I saved every penny I could to get that ring, and after all that work and hoping she would say yes everything turned to shit... I think that ring is in some ravine south of here... Can't really remember where it got to, but I think that's where I threw it as I drove by on my escape run."

When I said that, her eyes got bigger and she took my hands in hers and said to me, "Damn, when she hears that it will kill her. For two years all she dreamed about was getting a ring from you." She then added, "I didn't know you had got a ring already. We knew it was definitely coming sometime. Just not right then. Let me tell you, Jack and I would have been proud to have you as a son, I can only hope the two of you can eventually settle this, one way or the other.

I took a deep breath and let it out and said, "I don't know if that's possible, but after all this time you would think I could carry on with my life. I still miss her very much you know." After saying that I could hardly speak and had to whisper, "You know occasionally... If I concentrate enough... I can still faintly feel her with the "magic." It makes me feel depressed all the time realizing she feels as hurt as I do. I hate to admit it but I miss her so much... I loved being in her arms or even holding her hand. But what I miss most about not being with Allison is just talking to her about everything."

That brought a tear to her eye that matched the ones in mine and she got up and came around the table, sat beside me and hugged me again. Then she said as she dabbed at the tear escaping from her eye, "Ok, enough of this glum talk. I think you two should meet and talk, and the perfect place for that to happen is at our place. Easter is just a couple of weeks away, Could you find it in your heart to stop by for our regular family feast. Your mom, dad and brother will be there along with my sister and her husband, and Jack's brother."

"Will Allison be there?" I tentatively asked.

"Of course she'll be there; After all she is my daughter. I did tell her I was going to invite you if I got the chance and she wants to be there to see you, even if the thought of facing you scares her to death."

"I don't know if I could handle seeing her."

"It's only dinner, and Jack and I miss you being around. We would like to have you around every now and then, just to talk to, or play cards with you like we used to do. Those years when you were around, you kind of grew on us and you weaseled your way into being a part of our family. Why do you think we called you son for the last year you were around! Suddenly you were gone without a word on how you were, or where you were. It really left a hole in our lives. So just come if you can. Jack and I want you there and there will be a place set for you at the table."

She paused for a bit then intently said, "Allison and you have to get together some time to talk and put an end to things one way or the other. Jack and I have the same opinion your parents have about this. Easter might be the best time to get a start on that. We will put you both at opposite ends of the table so you don't have to talk to each other about the serious stuff. If you do want to talk about that, you can still do that too. That way if things start to get out of hand between the two of you there will be lots of family to act as referees. But for a start just sit in the same room with each other and get used to the idea that the other one is alive."

She paused, and then said, "Look, like I told Allison, if things get to strained she can go to her old bedroom. As for you, if it gets too hard to handle, you can just leave. We won't hold it against you." She looked around uneasily as if she wanted to be anywhere but there, then she stood up, "I've said my say, and I've got to go and give Jack some more film. Please take care. I hope to see you Easter Sunday. Come about two and supper will be about five."

I couldn't spend any more time at the wedding after having all that dumped in my lap. My head was going around and around thinking all sorts of thoughts. I finally hugged Darlene and shook Duncan's hand wishing them the best on their marriage, and left their wedding celebration.

What Nancy and I talked about was something I knew I had to think over. Mom and dad had said the same things to me on more than one occasion. I guess I didn't listen because I wasn't ready to listen. After talking to Nancy I become conscious of the fact that I had finally talked about how I felt to someone, even if it was just scratching the surface of what I wanted to say. Maybe that should have happened a long time ago.

Let me tell you for the next few weeks I spent more than a few days thinking things over.

8) Easter.

On Easter morning, I stopped off at mom and dads. For some reason my small apartment was way too confining that day.

All Easter morning mom and dad were watching me as I sat there thinking about what I should do, but thank god the two of them were not quizzing me. As they headed out for their Easter meal, still giving me questioning looks, my mother couldn't hold it in anymore and in a stern voice told me, "I think it's time you got off your ass and confronted Allison. You two have to face each other sometime, just to get things out of each of your systems. Now, get your ass in gear and meet with her so you quit feeling sorry for yourself."

Properly chastised, I sat with my thoughts and made a last minute decision. Well maybe not last minute. I had been doing nothing but seriously thinking about nothing else for the last two weeks.

The big question I had was, do I want her to be in my life, and how do I do that? Or should I just try to forget about her? I was pretty sure I did want her in my life, whether as a friend or more, and I also had to find out if she wanted me in her life. I was sure I still loved her even with what she did to me. I had been so happy with her. I had to have her back in my life. So I had to figure out what to do right now, hoping with all my heart, she felt like I did.

It took a while to make a final decision and also give myself a mental kick in the ass to get moving, but I got cleaned up and headed out. I was going to be late, but so be it.

I don't know how it happened but I found myself sitting in my car, on the driveway at Sarah's house. I was two doors over from my final destination. She saw me through the window and came out. I was lost in thought, thinking about if this was going to be a good idea or not.

OK, I admit it; I was scared shitless and working up the nerve to see Allison.

Sarah opened the car door, told me to get out and gave me a hug. I got the expected "Nice to see you etc, etc." and she asked why I was there. When I said I wanted to park in her parent's driveway so my car wouldn't get boxed in at Allison's parents' place she immediately understood the implication of that statement. She then told me that she and Allison had made up, and they were friends again. She then wished me good luck as she told me to quit dawdling, and gave me a push towards Allison's parents' place. She called after me, "She wants you back in her life you know."

Jeez, another thing to think about, and just how did Sarah know I was hoping to get Allison back in my life. I then went through the neighbours' back yard to my destination.

I steeled myself as I opened the kitchen door quietly and stepped in. There was nobody in the dim kitchen and I could hear laughing and joking in the dinning room. They were already eating. I guess I was later than I thought I was going to be. I took off my coat and hung it up on the hook beside the door and stood there a minute or two taking deep breaths. I looked across the kitchen into the dining room through the connecting archway. I could see Allison with her back to me as she sat at the table. Her shoulders were slumped and her head down and looked like she was feeling despondent and had the weight of the world on her shoulders.

Just the sight of her had me trembling and made me realize that those words I planned on saying to her just wouldn't work that day. They would have to linger for another time. I become conscious of the fact I had missed her so much I had to get her back in my life no matter what. Seeing her, even if it was just from behind confirmed that for me. So having figured that out I knew what I had to do. With a lot of apprehension about how things could go, I took a deep breath to steel my nerves, then took a few steps forward but stopped just short of the archway of the dining room. From that position I was still in the shadows and no one in the dining room could see me yet. I stood there trying to steady my rushing thoughts before taking those last steps.




Magic



What happened next was totally unexpected.

As I stood there, the "magic" was suddenly back full force.

HOLY SHIT! The feelings and emotions from Allison hit me hard as they came blasting in like a torrent of flood waters. I almost fell over and had to grab the counter to steady myself.

At the same time Allison suddenly dropped her fork and knife with a loud clatter. That got everyone's attention and everyone's head turned to look at her wondering what was going on. She covered her ears with her hands as if trying to shut out the emotions from me. She then turned to her mom and like a little kid scared about something said in a questioning voice that had a quiver in it, "Moooom?"

"What dear."

She then stuttered a bit as she apprehensively explained, "ma... magic"... It's back. I can feel him... he... he's close, I can feel him. Oh god he's so anxious and afraid." She then sadly stated in a shaky voice. "He's very afraid of something. I think it's me he's afraid of."

Hearing her voice and the grief in it, I just had to take the last steps to stand behind her chair. Nancy was going to say something to her daughter, but when she saw me enter the room she chocked on her words and everyone went dead quiet. The only sound I heard was a few gasps when everyone saw me suddenly appear out of nowhere and approach her. I lightly put my hands on Allison's shoulders and she jerked to attention. I softly said "I'm here Allie, Happy Easter."

Her whole body started to shake and she started to hyperventilate. I thought she was going to faint, so I then bent down beside her ear and softly whispered, "Allie dear... Calm down please." I massaged her shoulders reassuring her and when she was breathing normal I softly asked her, "Can you come with me please?"

She sat there rigidly and started to say something. "Oh... God I'm so sor..."

That was all she got out before I stopped her by firmly saying. "NO!" Then I softly said, "No talking yet please, just come with me."

I had to take her hand to get her to stand up, and when she turned to face me I saw a frightened look on her face. Again she was going to try and say something, but I firmly told her. "Allie no talking right now, this is not the time or place. Come with me."

A big smile from me seemed to ease her fear somewhat, and after a pause she moved. Holding her hand, I led her through the kitchen, to the basement steps. She was desperately squeezing my hand and holding back as I led her along. She reminded me of a small child being reluctantly led into a dentist's office. I could feel she was as scared about this as I was. Down we went to the basement to that family room where we had spent so much time in the past.

As I led her down the stairs there sure was a lot of animated murmuring going on in the dining room.

We got to the bottom of the stairs and she tried to talk again, "You're finally here. I got to say how..."

I just put a finger on her lips and gently shushed her as I told her, "Talking right now won't be constructive, and we will probably say something that we shouldn't." She was nodding her head up and down in acceptance of that fact when I said, "Dear, could we just sit and reconnect a bit before we do the weighty stuff?" Looking confused and scared about what was happening she nodded her head in agreement. I led her to the loveseat we used to cuddle up on and sat her down. As I joined her I reminded her. "There is to be no talking just yet. Right now we'll just close our eyes, and seeing how the "magic" is back we'll let it say everything for us."

I don't know if it was her hands shaking or mine, but we held each others hands as we sat and faced each other. Then we closed our eyes and let the emotions loose. The "magic" was sure working overtime as I was overwhelmed by the roller coaster ride of emotions from her. For a while it was a never ending circle of emotions between the two of us. We found that when one of us felt a feeling from the other we naturally had our own reactions about that, which the other could feel, and then it was on to the next emotion. I was drained from just that, and I'm sure she was feeling the same way from all my emotions that were assailing her from me.

At the start, all I felt from her was lots of fear, with plenty of nervousness, anxiety and a few times, almost panic. I don't know what she felt from me and I felt her jerk a few times. At least she didn't run away. It took twenty minutes for all those frantic emotions to almost dissipate to be replaced by less drastic feelings of apprehension, relief, hope, and then finally followed by calmness, with just a bit of anxiety.

We both opened our eyes at the same time and both of our faces looked pretty messed up with all the tears that had been shed. As our eyes locked I could see out of the corner of my eye Jack was silently standing there at the bottom of the stairs checking to see if his daughter was ok. He smiled and went back up the stairs.

I don't know when it happened, but we found ourselves cuddling like we used to. My arm was around her with her head leaning on my shoulder, and both her hands were holding my other hand in her lap. I could hear her sigh and we both felt a sense of well being. After so many years we were back to feeling connected to each other even if the two of our minds were topsy turvy and our thoughts were going off in all directions.

I squeezed her hand and said, "Ok Allie, I think it's time to talk a bit. Nothing serious... Just light general stuff, OK?" To set the guidelines I said, "Have you heard they are going to stop sending more guys to the moon after these next few tries?" We talked about that for a while. Then it was her turn, she caught on to the idea and said. "Have you heard the new Rolling Stones song?" We talked about things like that for about a half hour, never once mentioning anything even remotely close to the topic that was weighing so heavily on our minds. There were still pauses as a new emotion would suddenly appear from one of us which would cause tears, but we continued with this because we both knew this was an act of reconciliation, and we were teaching ourselves to be together again.

We were still cuddled on the loveseat reconnecting by talking about what had happened in world events and just getting used to being around each other again when Nancy came downstairs with the biggest smile I have ever seen, and she held a couple of damp washcloths in her hands.

Nancy was looking at us apprehensively, and she stated, "Well at least this looks promising."

As she gave us the washcloths she said, "Here wipe your faces you both look like hell." I think she had been watching us and knew we were connecting but needed a break and letting us clean up a bit was going to help us feel a bit better.

As we wiped the tear streaks off our faces she said, "Do you two need more time? If not, could you join us in the dinning room? There are two empty chairs up there that need someone to sit in them."

We started to follow, but at the bottom of the stairs, Allison turned and frantically grabbed me in a desperate hug that seemed to last forever. I could feel her shaking as she cried into my chest and I found myself with my arms around her rubbing her back trying to console her. I became conscious of just how much I had missed feeling those arms wrapped around me and me holding her. We eventually went upstairs agreeing to seriously talk at a later date. When we entered the dining room everyone was having dessert. Again the conversation stopped, turning the room silent again.

Nancy jumped up, and to break the tension told us, "Allison I put your dinner in the oven to stay warm." She looked at me and said, "I made you a plate too. It's also in the oven, come, come, you must be hungry."

Allison and I got our meals and she went back to her chair. I stood behind my dad who was sitting directly across from Allison and asked him, "Dad, could I take this chair please, and you move to the empty one by Jack." I explained, "Allie has that sparkle in those grey eyes of hers and I want to look into them. I also want to see that little smile I remember she used to have."

I'm sure my dad had never moved faster in his life. Allison was looking in my eyes and she giggled at my dads antics. Slowly the conversation in the room resumed. Allison and I participated when asked a question, but as we ate we never spoke to each other. All communication was by looks and body language. Not once did we take our eyes off each other. We had the "magic," and let it do the talking for us.

As my mom was helping Nancy getting the coffee ready in the kitchen, I took Allison's and my dirty plates into the kitchen. Nancy hugged me and softly said. "Thanks so much for coming. How are things between you two?"

I replied by saying, "The thanks should be mine to you. It's been an eye opening day for me. Just seeing her makes me appreciate the fact that I would still like her in my life. As for how things are between us, we are just starting to feel each other with the "magic" again, and that should help when we talk about the serious stuff. Today's not the day for that, but I'm sure it will come soon enough. I should have done this year's ago."

As my mother cuffed me one on the back of the head in a frustrated voice she said, "Thank god. It's about time you started to listen to reason. I've been saying that since you came back home."

Nancy then admonished me "Yes you should have, and if you hadn't run away you could have."

Just like two mothers to point out the obvious.

Nancy then said, "Now take some of that apple pie you used to love and get Allison a piece as well. You used to devour those pies I made like you were famished, I'm sure you missed having them." Allison and I had our desert not speaking to each other, but never losing eye contact. I couldn't believe that eyes could say so much. As time passed the two of us could feel us relaxing more. Again the "magic" did all our talking.

Like Nancy's pies had always been, that slice of pie was more than good, and I took our empty plates and placed them in the kitchen sink like I always used to do. I then returned to the dining room. Instead of returning to my chair, I stood beside Allison and put one of my hands on her shoulder. Everyone stopped and watched us as I again bent down and softly spoke to her. "Thanks Allie, this was a perfect day, even if our thoughts are muddled right now." I paused and gently added, "I think I have to go now."

She spun around in her chair, and all I could feel from her was panic as she desperately grabbed my waist in an intense hug. She pleaded, "No! No don't leave me again, please don't!" It sounded like she was terrified I was going to be walking out of her life again.

I unwrapped her arms from my waist and kneeled down so I could look in her eyes and said, "Allie dear, I just have to spend some time sorting out this day. I'm completely burned out and on my last legs right now. I can feel you are feeling the same way. You're as burnt out as I am. This "magic" gets hard on a guy when there are so many emotions running wild." She was looking at me nodding her head agreeing with me. I pulled out a card I had made with my phone number on it and put it in her hands. "Wait a week and then call me. Our "magic" is back and we should be settled enough by then to not get carried away and say something rash. When the time is right that's when we will start talking about everything that needs to be talked about."

She was still nodding her head in agreement. I gave her a hug and a soft kiss on the cheek which caused her to catch her breath. I then turned and slowly left. As I opened the door, I looked back and had a long look at her. I could feel hope, as well as calmness in the "magic" and because I hadn't felt that for a long time, I felt comforted. I was hoping she felt my optimism for us too. She was still sitting sideways in her chair staring at me as her fingers were caressing the spot where I gave her the kiss. I noticed the familiar little smile she used to have was back, so I smiled back, blew her a kiss. I then left.

I was no sooner out the door when Sarah cut me off. She hooked her arm in mine and walked along with me to my car. "All the window blinds were open and I watched the whole thing," she informed me. "From what I saw I think you guys are on the road to patching things up, or I hope so anyway. You two didn't even have to talk. I guess that's that funky "magic" thing you guys have. I've got to say thanks for doing that for her. After all, she is still my best friend and I want her back the way she was before all this shit happened." We were at my car then and just before I got in she grabbed me and gave me a soft kiss on the cheek and told me, "You're a pretty nice guy when you get your head out of your ass, I hope things work out between you two."

9) Aftermath.

I don't remember one thing about driving to Dad's place. My mind was to busy remembering Allison and I at our best, and wondering if we could ever get even close to that again. I may have been uncertain that morning, but I knew I was going to try, and try damned hard, to accomplish that.

It took a while after my parents got home for my dad to tell me all the details of the day. I missed most of it because Allison and I we connecting at the time, and for us nothing else mattered. Everything that was going on around us was inconsequential.

Until they sat down to eat, Allison was on pins and needles in anticipation of seeing me again. I guess she was as nervous about seeing me as I was of seeing her. When everyone sat down at the table to eat, she became depressed and remote from everyone else, probably thinking I wasn't coming. I guess when I unexpectedly showed up as I did, when everyone thought I wasn't coming, was a shock to one and all in the room. Nobody knew what to say, or how to act.

When Allison and I had gone to the basement, Jack had to check on us because he was worried things might get out of hand. After all, I hadn't allowed Allison to speak and had almost abducted her taking her to the basement, plus no one knew what was happening. He wanted to make sure there wasn't going to be any fireworks.

When he came back upstairs he told everyone, "I don't know what to think. The two of them are just sitting in the love seat with their eyes closed holding hands and not saying a word." That surprised everyone because they expected us to be talking or yelling at each other, or anything but that. They had forgotten that Allison and I had our "magic" and didn't need to talk to each other about feelings until Mom mentioned it. Jack then added, "Those two always had a weird way of connecting. I think that is what they, in their own special way are doing now."

Dad then told me Nancy had waited a half hour and she just had to check on us. She saw the tears we were shedding and came back upstairs telling everyone what she saw and told them we were still Ok. After some more time she got us face cloths to clean up and went downstairs to persuade us to return upstairs. She was as confused as Jack had been, when she saw us talking about world affairs and she didn't know what to think. After all normal people would have been doing anything but talking about if the Russians were going to drop the bomb, but that's what we were doing.

Everyone was happy when we finally came upstairs and most of them understood us not talking and us just staring into each others eyes.

Dad said that after I left, Allison sat there for a minute staring at the door not moving a muscle. Then she suddenly jumped up squealing, and ran to her old bedroom and threw herself on the bed crying. Nancy and Jack fully expecting the worst went to console her. No consoling was needed because her tears were tears of joy. She grabbed her mom in a hug and the first thing she excitedly exclaimed was, "DID YOU HEAR HIM, did you hear him, he called me dear, oh god he called me dear." He also called me Allie. He remembered that was the name he always used for me... She then slumped down and in a defeated voice said, "He was here and like the dummy I am, I never apologized and told him what an ass I was... I so need to do that... Do you think he can ever forgive me?"

Jack then said, "I think he is feeling the same way you are right now, but today wasn't the day for anything serious. The way I see it is today set the groundwork for later, and from the sounds of it there is going to be many chances to say everything you want to each other, so just look to the future."

With there being no panic, Jack and Nancy left her there by herself to rejoin their guests. Allison stayed in her old room and didn't come out.

Dad gave me a rare hug and told me, "Jack and Nancy told me to say thanks again. I think the two of you are over the hump and on track to straightening out your lives. Remember no matter how this turns out when you two finally talk, let your heart do the talking. Be truthful and let her know how much she hurt you. But the big thing is also listen to her when she tells you what it was like for her when you ran out like that. It's going to hurt and be rough on both of you so be prepared for that. You two have that "magic" thing you do, and I don't know how it works, but you have to listen to it."

Like dad always does, he had to end it with a question, "So son what happens next?"

I took some time thinking and then told him, "I've got to get my head around this first and find out if I can truly forgive her and her the same of me. I've realized how stupid I was by reacting the way I did even if she broke my heart. It was not very mature of me was it? I never understood how much I'd missed her." After a pause I said, "This whole thing of reconnecting is going to be a hell of a lot more complicated than I imagined... I guess Allie and I will just have to take it day by day."

10) We meet, we reconnect.

After eight days Allison still hadn't called.

In the back of my mind I wondered if she was going to call at all. I was sure the "magic" was indicating our feelings were in sync, and it was time to meet. Worrying about that, I got home from work and as I unlocked the door to my apartment I could feel her. She was close... Oh boy was she ever close.

As I swung the door open she barged past me by pushing me out of the way and walked right by me into the middle of the room. Where the hell she had been hiding that I didn't see her I don't know, but there she was. She removed her coat and sat on the sofa like she owned the place. She turned to me and stated in a firm voice, "You're not getting away this time until I get to at least talk a bit more. The way you ambushed me at Easter had me so flabbergasted I couldn't think straight. I was so tongue tied I never got to say hardly anything to you."

She paused then added, "Mind you I think you were right, if we would have talked about the things we wanted to talk about, we wouldn't be here." She then vehemently emphasized, "And I do want to be here!!!"

She smiled at me as she admitted, "The "magic" felt like I should call yesterday, but I thought me surprising you would be better so I talked to your dad and he told me where you live. I thought me showing up like this would have you just as surprised as you had me at Easter. I was totally off balance then. I'm hoping things are reversed this time and I have time to say what I want, plus say the things I must say to you."

I just smiled as I closed the door and sat down beside her on the sofa. I told her, "I'm glad you want to be here. I would like you to be here too... Even if in the end it's just being best friends, but only time will tell just where things will go, and how we do."

She paused and looked me in the eyes and I could see a smile developing on her lips, "Oh God, thanks for saying that. At least I know you want to be friends with me. I'm so happy you are going to let me back in your life, even if it's just being a friend. I felt my life was so meaningless after you walked out of it." When she saw the hurt look on my face and the feelings I gave off with the "magic" she then said, "I know... I broke your heart, and I still can't forgive myself for doing that... If we can only be friends I will be happy with that, but I have to tell you truthfully I'm hoping for a lot more."




Magic



All I could say after that bit of a speech was, "Me too." I then reached over and took her hand and she moved over to be close to me and we sat there in quiet for a while. I couldn't help but notice she was wearing my high school ring and commented, "I see you still have my ring. I thought that would have been gone a long time ago."

"No way! You gave that to me. I insulted what it represented once, but there is no way this ring is ever coming off my finger. I won't ever toss it away like I threw out what we had together. This ring still means a lot to me, even if I sullied the meaning of why it's there."All I could reply to that was, "It looks good there," as I gave her a hug.

We ordered some pizza and, sat at the table and started to talk like we did in the old days about just about everything and spent some time just talking about what we had been doing since that horrible day. The main topic was how we were going to talk about our situation. We both knew that rushing in and talking about everything involved with our break up would be better done a bit at a time. So we did things different and avoided the heavy stuff except for apologizing to each other. To end the night, we asked each other a single question. We stopped at that not getting the answer. That would come the next night and a lot of nights following that one.

11) Back to the present.

It took us a year and a bit to get all the questions answered and it seemed every time we answered one and worked through what the answer meant, it brought forward more questions, which also had to be answered. Through it all there were loads of tears, heartaches and hurt feelings on both sides, but the two of us weren't going to give up on us. We kept at it. Believe me, there were a lot of pauses just thinking about what was said and what we wanted to say.

We met and talked just about every day. Our parents checked up on us every now and then, and our friends heard about us, and did their bit to help us in any way they could. Mind you all of them sure helped a lot by listening to us and offering non Judgemental solutions.

Our "magic" was one thing that made sure we were truthful, but at the same time being able to feel what the other was feeling when something was said and how they reacted to it slowed things down as we had to get over those feelings and discuss them too. All in all the "magic" is the one thing that we realized was helping us the most. It also was the number one thing that made our relationship so strong when we finally finished reconnecting.

Why did it take us so long to get back on an even keel? After all, the both of us wanted to connect with each other. I'm sure if we would have rushed into it, things would have been missed which would have festered and came up later and cause more problems. Plus, if any emotions were misinterpreted it would have been unproductive, so the two of us were very tentative and taking things slow so as not to get hurt again.

Yeah I know, we had hurt each other bad, but through it all we were still sitting around trying to work things out. If that isn't weird I don't know what is. There were still some very troubled days and I think the worst one was when we got carried away one night and we were going to finally get intimate. Memories for both of us came back and ruined that night, and more than a few others. We even had to get a councillor to help us get over that part of things. Even after moving past it, we still see him every two months or so just to touch base.

The biggest thing we decided was to never again take the "magic" for granted. Once we were solidly back to earth in our relationship, we dated for a year and then got a bigger apartment when we decided to move in together.

Did we win the fight to reconnect? Did we get answers to all our questions and work them out? I would like to think we did all that and more. After all, here we are, and ten years have gone down the road since that Easter dinner. Yes, we did eventually get married and are happy. About the only disagreement around our place now is trying to set a time to get our daughter back from our parents. Geeeze, you would think she was their kid the way they always are picking her up, pampering her and monopolizing her time.

Is our relationship stable? I guess all you have to do to answer that question is look at Allison's hands. She had my high school ring resized to fit her. It's on her right hand now because the left hand has the wedding rings on it. She won't take any of them off.

I'll wrap things up now. I hear the key in the door signalling my little five year old whirlwind is back from the shopping trip with her mother.

"Daddy I'm home." She could talk up a storm when she got going, so I was expecting the torrent of chatter. She rushed towards me jabbering excitedly all the way. "I got a pretty blue dress and mommy says we have to go and get some shoes that look good with it. We also saw Cousin Joey. He's weird. He doesn't want to play dolls with me. The mall is fun and they have lots of neat stuff. That candy store that ma-ma likes moved to the other end of the mall. Did you blow up that balloon for me and put it in my room? Mommy got a new purse."

To stop the deluge from her I picked her up and put her in my lap and hugged her. She enthusiastically hugged me back then suddenly stiffened and pulled back looking at me and said, "Daddy what's wrong? You feel sad. Why are you sad?"

It took a minute to realize what she said and when I understood the implications of her words I thought to myself, "Oh man, she's getting the "magic." This could be fun."

I told her, "I was just writing about something that happened in the past that made me sad. But with you here everything's peachy now, and yes I blew up the balloon so you and mom can play when you're getting ready for me to read your bedtime story."

Yes, Allison still likes balloons, and she's passed that trait on to our Daughter.

Allison joined us and sat beside me. "So, she feels your sadness. I hope that "magic" works out for her. I can see a lot of talks coming in the future."

Changing topics she then stated, "You know you spoil her almost as much as our parents? You're going to have to watch that."

She had this habit of bouncing from one topic to another in a split second so it was no surprise she then switched topics again. "But the big question of the day is what are you planning to get me for my birthday?"

Oh crap... Her birthday!

Do you know how hard it is to buy a present for your wife when you know when you give it to her you will be able to feel whether she likes it or not. If she likes it ok, but if not, will she tell you she does like it when she doesn't, and then will you be disappointed in yourself for getting something she doesn't want? Crap, crap, crap "magic" can be a pain at times.

12) Shane.

Oh yeah, about Shane.

We were at the mall one day about two years after we got back together. I wanted to get some toffee for mom that she really liked. This one candy store in the mall made all the candy they sold by hand, and was the only place in town that sold this particular toffee that mom loved. It was hand folded during the production phase, which for some reason mom said made it better. There was also a slight taste of raspberry in it to make it a special candy. While I was in there Allison went to the shop next door to look for a new purse to add to her collection. She had purses up the ying yang, but she couldn't resist looking for more.

I had just paid for the package of toffee when I felt uncontrolled anger in the "magic" from Allison. It sounded like there was a riot in the concourse of the mall. I could hear Allison's voice screaming and yelling profanity at someone in amongst the other noise. I rushed out to see what was going on, and had to pull her off some guy that was rolled into a ball protecting himself on the floor. She had been flailing away and kicking on this guy like the Tasmanian devil in those kid's cartoons. I pulled her off and got her to stand back. I gave her the package of toffee to hold and told her to stay there. I then turned to help this guy up.

I helped him up and was shocked when it was Shane. Now I knew why she was thrashing away on the poor guy. He saw who was helping him up and he smirked at me and said, "Well look who's here? Have you got in her pants yet? She's pretty good when she gets going you know! Big time mistake on his part, as a result of that I had an adrenalin rush and went absolutely ape shit on him.

The aftermath of that was mall security showed up and it took three of them to pull me off him, then the regular cops made an appearance, followed by an ambulance for Shane.

There were lots of witnesses that saw what happened and as a result of our actions I was charged with assault and battery. I spent six months behind bars and that was six months with a smile pasted on my face that wouldn't go away. That time behind bars actually felt pretty good. Allison only spent four months there. The two of us thought it was worth every minute of it. After the court and other proceedings Shane disappeared and he moved to the next city. I think he knows how we feel about him.

While waiting to be charged, Allison told me she was just standing there waiting for me wondering what I would say about her new purse. Someone called her name and grabbed her arm and turned her to him. Shawn excitedly exclaimed, "Allison nice seeing you. You're looking as sexy as ever. You used to be hot to trot; we've got to hook up again." He was going to say something else but he suddenly found himself having to deal with a screaming wildcat.

I admit the sight her, being all of a hundred and twenty pounds, beating the crap out of a two hundred pound guy was pretty neat. Something like that let's a guy know not to get her too pissed off at him, so I do my best not to. 



Magic



Kandie just finished her profile on an adult date finding service. She decided it was time to add a bit of spice to her life. She sat back and wondered if she added just the right touch of sex appeal. She read the words again, Sexy older woman looking for sexy fun and excitement. Preferences are one on one sex, a bi-curious relationship and a fantasy called stranger-stranger encounter. "I can be traditional or kinky, depending on the mood I am in. When it comes to sex, I am in it for fun, excitement and a little wild fantasy. " 

A week later, she got an email response from an older man entitled, Magic. 

"Hello Kandie,

Are you as sweet as Candy, oh please tell me you are! I can tell by your pictures that you would be one delectable delight! I am looking for some sexy fun as I travel throughout the western part of the state. I go through your town quite often and would love to stop by and visit you sometime. I want to take you out to dinner and if we clicked, help you full fill some of your wild fantasies. One of my favorites is stranger-to-stranger encounters. 

I can see me knocking on your door late at night and you inviting me in. I enter and close the door behind me then turn and pull you close, kissing you deep and passionately. Before you can utter no, I find your wet cunt with my fingers as your hand instinctively goes for my hard cock. Before long, we are groping, kissing and fucking in every way imaginable. Sounds like allot of fun does not it. Now you sexy thing, let me know when I can make your fantasies come true.

XOX

"Magic"

* * * * *

Kandie could not believe what she was reading. Oh god, she loved his idea of him making her fantasies come true. She continued reading, ran her fingers across her throbbing clit, and felt her nipples harden. Before she continues, she replied to Magic's email with the following words.

"Hello Magic,

I love the way you think! I let myself imagine you were visiting me the other day as you mentioned. I stopped kissing you long enough to lock the door then stripped and lay upon my bed. Then I pointed my finger seductively at you and said, "You have too many clothes on to have fun...take them all off." You climbed upon the bed and gently caressed me with your fingers softly outlining my lips then kissing them. As you kissed me your fingers encircled my nipples and your lips followed making them erect. 

I reached for your cock and stroked it firmly feeling it pulsate in my hand, oh-my-god I wish we were doing this! I told you that I want to feel your cock sliding in and out of my wanting pussy. 

You kissed me then spread my legs wide and began thrusting your hard cock deep into me. Ooooooooh fuck, your lips, fingers and cock worked their magic on me until we were both lay in each other's arms panting with exhaustion. 

Hugs

Kandie"

The next day Kandie could not wait to read the reply to her email. She did not know why, but Magic's words enchanted her. It was as if he was reaching out from the email and actually touching her. She sat down and felt her nipples harden as she started reading.

"Oh My Sweet Kandie,

Did you let yourself imagine I was visiting you the other day when I mentioned going up to visit. I can see that the prospect of satisfying that desire for your stranger-to-stranger encounter both intrigues and excites you. 

I looked up Cottonwood land on the map search and find that it is not that far away. I am obsessed by the idea and am want to drive there to have you see me loading a truck and decide to follow through. 

The first kiss leaves you weak in the knees and your hand instinctively moves downwards and discovers my rock hard cock. It is not long before all kinds of sucking and fucking are going on, and you gasp in ecstasy as you feel me enter your hot, wet, wanting pussy. The sensation of my hard cock moving inside of you are delicious and in no time takes you to a most intense orgasm...Yummy...XOXOX!

Magic"

Kandie leaned her head back letting his words work on her mind once more. It was his magic touch and not her fingers touching her now. She slid off her panties, ran her finger around her swollen clit, and pinched it. She then felt his cock replacing the fingers and he rubbed her clit. She started to tremble and his lips clamped down on hers, he thrust his cock deep inside her, and she screamed, "Oh fuck, I'm cumming!"

After composing herself, she replied to his email.

"Hello, 

Oooh honey, I like your way of thinking. I am new to this dating site and if you have not guessed by now I love to write erotic emails. If this was, a reality we would have a stranger-to-stranger encounter...enjoy the email.....the saga continues!

I look up Cottonwood lane on a map, and find out how to get from here to there. I envision driving to that area, just to see what kind of neighborhood it is. Who knows, I might get a better paying job and move there, but for now that is not what is on my mind. 

My hard nipples strain the bra I am wearing and my panties are already drenched. I am dressed casual in khaki shorts and a comfortable t-shirt. In my mind I am screaming, "Girl, it's been too damn long and it's about time you took matters into your own hands and got the fucking you deserve!" 

I pull around the corner and see this handsome older male loading a truck. I swallow hard and say, "Oh god, its time to meet this stranger!" The possibility of fucking a total stranger makes my clit throb. 

I park the car then walk around and say hello. The first thing I notice after our eyes meet is the sizable bulge in your pants. Before I can ask you anything, you pull me into your arms and kiss me. My lips part and our tongues dance together. 

I go weak in the knees as my hand reaches down and caresses your cock. I stop kissing you for a moment and utter, "MMM-baby, looks like something is begging for attention!" 

I unzip your pants and stroke your cock as your fingers reach under my shirt and pinch my hard nipples. 

We kiss again and you say, "Let's go somewhere and fuck!" 

I reply, "You lead the way." 

You guide me inside the house, lay a blanket on the floor, and tell me not to move. You want to strip me and kiss every inch of me as it becomes exposed. You take off my shirt and bra and kiss-lick-suck then bite my nipples, one then the other. I gasp in delight and tell you not to stop there; you reach down and remove my shorts and panties. 

We kiss again and then I say, "Ooooh keep going baby; kiss your way downward to paradise!" 

You spread my legs wide and I say, "FUCK ME," as you guide your hard cock into my hot wanting pussy. 

You lean back, watch your cock entering, and rub my swollen clit. When you look up you gasp in amazement because I am playing with my 44D's. As I suck and bite my nipples, you roll my clit in your fingers then pinch it. I tremble with an earth shattering climax and cover you with so much cum, it drips onto the blanket. 

You replace my hands and mouth with yours on my nipple as you fuck me deep and hard. You slid you cock into me with hard deep thrust and before long you shout, "OH fuck...I'm cumming!" 

Now if that did not make your day, this nurse is taking your vitals and using my mouth to see how good your cock works. YUMMMMMMMY, (And yes I swallow.) 

Kandie"

Kandie sent Magic the latest cum filled email, then sat back and wondered how long the email cybering would go on. She wondered just how far things would go, and if she had the nerve to actually met this man. She decided to sleep on the idea for the night, and then contemplate her strategy tomorrow.

When she logged online her nightie was already soaked with perspiration and pussy juice. She opened the email slowly began to read as her fingers lingered over her hot pussy. 

"Kandie

It seems you enjoy arousing, stimulating emails and that was a very nice conclusion to the Cottonwood Drive storyline (and you swallow too). Perhaps to be on the safe side and it has been awhile since I have had my vitals taken. You are the nurse and are very welcomed to check my vitals (using your mouth to see if my cock works as you put it, that is). 

That would be something I could very much enjoy and hope you would discover me to be a most delicious mouthful. Even though it would only be a medical practice to determine if my cock is indeed in good working order I probably would find myself most aroused in the moment and could not resist sliding my hard throbbing cock in and out of your mouth as you suck on it. I like that thought, your wet mouth moving up and down the length of my cock, your hot tongue sliding over the head of it and then you take me all the way in your mouth as I hold your head and drive it deeper as I delight in your attentions. 

As you continue to take my vitals sucking and licking, your own arousal begins to peak as your breasts crave attention and your nipples are stiffened with excitement wanting to be sucked and played with and your pussy burns hot with desire as it becomes so wet you feel your juices run down your legs." 

Your hot cunt aches with the need to feel my cock plunging deep inside of it, repeatedly. The sensations take you higher and higher!

The magic continues!"

Kandie loved his emails and pondered when the relationship would go from online to the real thing. In her mind, she envisioned her magic man driving up to her place. When he got out of the car, she felt herself go weak in the knees. He was simply gorgeous! In his right hand, he carried one red long stemmed rose. She trembled and uttered, "Oh-my-god, I need to meet this man!" She sat at the computer and contemplated on what would happen if they actually met and typed the following.

"The Magic Continues.

You hear a knock on the door and wonder who that could be; you told no one where you were working today, except your new friend Kandie. She is a nurse with a kinky side and loves to be naughty. She has already fucked you, a total stranger and now thinks she need to examine your hot body a little closer. 

When you answer the door, you see me standing there in a white button up the front nurse's uniform that accentuates my every curve. Your eyes almost pop out of their sockets with excitement. You pull me inside, kissing me deep and hard, letting your fingers roam freely. I stop you for a moment and ask you if there is a place we can go. You ask me why and I tell you that I need to examine your body and cock in detail. Adding, "I need to make sure your cock is working properly!" 

You guide me to the master bedroom, where there is a king-sized bed just waiting to be tried out for size and comfort. I instruct you to strip and lay down on your back. I proceed and check your pulse, breathing, and temperature. Then I step back, unbutton my uniform, and let it fall to the floor. I am scantily clad only in my garter-belt and matching bra. 

I leave them on and climb on the bed and start kissing your lips and working my downward. I stop at your nipples then lick, suck and bite them. I then look up kiss you and laugh telling you that your tits are normal. Then say, but I need to look at your cock now, I need to see if it can rise to the occasion. 

I move downward and lift it to inspect the size and feel of it as it responds nicely by growing firm. I then lick the head and shaft to see how it tastes. You begin moaning in delight and your cock becomes rock hard. I then slide my mouth down upon the shaft as you thrust your hips forward so I engulf the full length. I move a bit so that you can remove my panties and play with my now drenched cunt. 

I suck you deep and hard, stopping only long enough to ask if I am hurting you. I then tell you that your cock taste delicious and I must have more. I deep throat you again and again as you finger fuck my wanting pussy. You stop me long enough to if I prefer the bottom, or top for a 69. I say bottom then lie down and guide your cock into my mouth. You lick your lips and dive in hungrily at my drenched cunt. 

My wet mouth moves up and down your cock as my tongue tickles the head. You fuck my mouth harder and deeper now as your tongue teases and sucks on my swollen clit. You slide two then three fingers inside me in hard fucking motion as your lips work their magic. I pause from sucking your cock and say, Oh-my-god; please do not stop what you are doing. I love your magical tongue! Oooooooh fuck, make me cum! Eat me!"

You dive in like a puppy eating its last meal. When you bite my clit, I cover your entire face with my sweet nectar. You keep going and when I run my teeth gently up and down your cock, you quiver and simultaneously shoot a huge load of cum down my throat. I swallow eagerly trying to swallow every luscious drop and drain your balls. 

I stand up pick up my uniform and start putting it on. I then say, you my love have passed my check up. Your cock is in "A" number one working order." 

Before I can don the uniform, you grab me and lay me back on the bed. Kiss me deep and say, "Not so fast Nurse Kandie! It times me to inspect your anatomy.

Magic"

Kandie finished reading the email then closed her eyes and came so hard she nearly fell out of the computer chair. Kandie then uttered, "Presto-chango, time to make Magic appear as the magic continues... 



Magic



There must be magic in the air... 

He sees her from across the dance floor, and as he does, his groin tingles and he begins to anticipate possibilities. 

She is easily the most beautiful woman in the room, with a mature sensuality that a younger woman can't match. She is tall, a full six feet, and slender, but not thin, with narrow hips topping long, tapered legs that peek out from the long slit in her floor-length dress. Her plump, pendulous breasts hang perfectly on her chest, and her strapless gown reveals enough of her cleavage to hold promise without being showy. She has a narrow nose, dazzling hazel eyes, perfect teeth and a thick, rich brunette mane that is arranged perfectly atop her head. 

Their eyes lock, and he notices a shy smile play across the woman's face. She's talking with friends, but her attention has been drawn to the handsome man on the other side of the room. 

In but a second, she gives him a quick mental appraisal. He is tall, but not too tall, maybe 6-foot-2, and he is lean, well-built. He has a ready smile, twinkling blue eyes, and a head full of brown hair cut short, liberally flecked with gray. He looks dashing in his black tuxedo, with the starched white collarless shirt buttoned to his neck, stylish without tie or ascot. 

She feels the wet heat begin to build between her legs as she too contemplates possibilities. She blushes and turns away as she feels his hot gaze upon her. 

A minute later, she senses a presense next to her, and she turns to find herself looking into the man's deep blue eyes. 

"Would you care to dance?" he asks in a rich tenor voice. 

"Why certainly," she replies. "Excuse me," she says to the friends she has been chatting with. The touch of his hand on her arm is electric, and she knows her friends are envious, perhaps even jealous, and the thought amuses her. She laughs, and it has the peal of a fork on fine crystal. The man shivers as a wave of passion slithers up his spine from the sound. 

The dance floor is moderately crowded, and they quickly assume their positions, gliding effortlessly across the floor as one. The music is cool and jazzy, the kind of dance music that hasn't been popular for generations, but has never gone out of style. 

As they dance, they exchange small talk, but it is a mere mask, hiding the lust that is building. Their closeness is intoxicating, and they drink in the wonderful sensations of incipient passion. 

After a couple of songs, they migrate to a table, and he deftly takes two glasses of champagne from a passing waiter. They talk amiably, but their eyes are locked on each other, communicating wordlessly their smoldering desire. 

When their glasses are drained, they go back onto the dance floor, and this time the number is slow, seductive. Their bodies press close together, and they each feel the heat radiating from the other's body. 

The woman's thin demi-bra cannot possibly hide the evidence of her arousal, the fat nipples stiff and aching to be touched as they push into the material of her bra, and thus to her dress. And the man's pants can't conceal the urgency of his need, the hard bulge that bores into her abdomen, as if searching for what it wants. 

As the woman loses herself in the dance, she sees the ring on her left hand, and she rolls it around with her thumb in contemplation. She notices, too, the ring on the man's hand, and muses on that as well. But then the man speaks, and all thought of home and family are pushed aside. 

"Would you like to get some air?" he asks smoothly. She can only nod, afraid that if she speaks, she will break the spell that has been woven around them. 

He offers his arm, and she takes it as they float out of the ballroom to the long hall, panelled in glass, which affords them a view of the city that surrounds them in every direction. They find a quiet place, and gaze for a moment out one of the windows at the display of lights that make up the pulse of the city. 

As if thinking alike, they turn toward each other, their eyes locking in an exchange of sultry looks. Their lips move together, then she closes her eyes and they kiss, softly at first, but soon they are urgent, their tongues finding each other, their open mouths straining at each other, fueling their arousal. 

When they break, their eyes are sparkling with a barely-restrained lust, a want that surpasses anything they can imagine. 

"Take me, please?" she asks softly. "I want you." 

Then they kiss again, still urgent, but at a more measured pace. Their desire is out in the open now, and they can let it run at whatever pace they choose. 

Their hands are clasped together as they stroll to the elevator. Soon they are descending to a floor about halfway from the penthouse ballroom to the ground. The doors open and they emerge, arms wrapped around each other's shoulder. 

He produces a key card, and they enter the room. Once the door is closed and a lamp turned on, they are on each other with a burning passion. They've played it cool long enough. Their mouths meet in a frenzy of fiery passion, lips and tongues working as if they intend to devour the other. 

The woman shudders as his lips and tongue draw a trail down her jawline, down her regal neck, while behind her back, he is skillfully drawing down the zipper of her gown. Once he has it open, she steps back and lets it fall to the floor in a white satin puddle. 

The man takes off his jacket and hangs it over a chair, then pulls off his loafers and his socks, all the while drinking in the sight of her. She still has on the strapless bra, thin white silk panties over a pair of stockings that are held up by a scanty garter belt. He notices, too, the slight darkness at the crotch of her panties, evidence of her intense arousal. 

As he stares, she reaches up and slowly begins to unpin her hair, and when it is free of obstruction, she shakes the brunette mane over her shoulders, giving her a wild, tousled look that speaks of open invitation. 

Still in her white heels, she struts over to where he is standing, staring like a schoolboy. She closes to him and slowly begins to unbutton the shirt, and when she has it open, she pulls it off and tosses it aside. 

The woman rakes her manicured fingers through the fur of his chest, and she admires the power apparent in his shoulders. Once again, he crushes her to his body and they kiss again with a white-hot passion. 

As they kiss, he reaches around and unhooks her bra, and casts it to the floor. He gasps as he revels in the sight of her magnificent globes. They are perfect, large enough to satisfy any man's dreams, but not too big as to sag or to look fake. They are soft, yet firm, and he can't help but fill his hands with both of them, working his fingers outward to twirl the rock-hard nipples. 

But he wants more, and as his hands travel down the woman's back to cup her panty-covered butt, he bends down, takes one of her nipples between his lips and begins to softly suck and lick the hard, light brown flesh. 

Now it is her turn to gasp, in pleasure, as the sensations crackle from her breasts to her groin. She is very wet, and very hot, and soon she knows she will need more. 

As if reading her mind, the man stands back up and maneuvers her to the bed. He gently pushes her back and she willingly falls on the bed, her breasts heaving with need. The man picks up her legs and runs his hands up and down each one, sending waves of lust cascading through the woman's body. 

His tongue quickly follows, and gently licks his way down one leg and back up the other, careful to avoid any contact with the fertile valley that lies between. The woman moans in lust and frustration. The longer he goes without touching her there, the more she wants it. She feels like she is about to explode from the mounting sensations of lust. 

Finally, he kneels on the floor in front of her and slides his hands, both of them, over the silk-covered mound. He slides a finger under the material, and is greeted by a flood of juice from her over-heated pussy. A loud moan is wrenched from her lips as the man lightly slips two fingers up her hot furrow to her swollen clit. 

Abruptly, he reaches under her butt and pulls her panties up her legs. He pauses as he pulls them past her knees, gazing in wonder at the beautiful wet pussy that is open to his view. It's like the rest of her, full but not excessive. Her pubic bush is dark, but trim; the lips open, but taut. 

And those lips are gleaming with the flood of arousal. He bends her impossibly long legs back, and inhales her essense, the scent of her desire. He quickly works two fingers in her soupy slit, and she writhes on the bed as he pumps the fingers in her cunt, while rolling her clit with his thumb. 

But that is not enough. He wants to taste her, to devour this treat of a woman. Without warning, he bends his head to her cunt and swipes his tongue up the length of her slot. She cries out in mounting passion, and he presses his assault with his lips, sucking and licking at her hot pink flesh. 

As he works his mouth with purpose, he smoothly slides her panties the rest of the way off her legs, tossing them aside, and she responds by opening her legs as wide as possible, giving him the biggest target she can. Her body is thrashing on the bed as her climax begins to quicken. 

Faster and harder, he works his mouth at her clenching hole. Her hands grab the back of his head, holding him to her crotch as she begins to tumble off the cliff into an orgasm that dwarfs anything she's experienced in quite some time. 

Gasping, crying and squealing, the woman lets it go, her body shuddering as the orgasm crashes over her like the waves on the shore. As the ripples slowly subside, it's now the man's turn to feel the urgent need. 

He stands up and starts to unbutton his pants, when the woman lifts herself off the bed and stops him. 

"Let me do it," she purrs. She gets up, standing on her heels and kisses the man deeply, getting a good taste of her own arousal. When she breaks the embrace, she reaches back, pulls the covers back from the bed, turns him around and gives him the same gentle push he'd given her earlier. 

She squats on the floor in front of him, letting him get a full frontal view of her dripping-wet pussy, as she unbuttons his pants. She coos as she sees the rock-hard cock, encased in his jockey shorts. She can see the evidence of his acute arousal, the damp cloth where it's come in contact with his profusely-leaking cock. 

She massages the rock-hard ridge for just a few seconds, then pulls the cloth away from his cock, and it springs up hard and ready. It is a nice piece of meat, fully 7 inches and quite thick. She slides his shorts off his legs, then gazes down at the beautiful cock that is soon to be at her disposal. Her eyes sparkle as she slides her hands up between his legs, pulling his cock and balls up to reveal the dark crevasse below. 

The woman nearly swoons as she takes in his manly aroma, the scent of passion. Her tongue flicks out and slides over his balls, as she sucks each one tenderly into her mouth, one after the other, while her fist closes around the base of his cock. 

She needs more, and she takes what she needs, moving her tongue up the shaft, circling his girth with her mouth. With her index finger, she smears the flow of pre-cum over the head of his cock, then opens her mouth and dives on the purple meat. 

Humming, she sucks fully half of him into her mouth before she starts working back up, slowly. Her tongue rolls around his shaft as she sucks up and down on his twitching member. She smiles inwardly as he moans in rampant lust, and feels her super-hot pussy lurch as he pushes up with his hips to drive more of his cock into her hot mouth. 

At last, the man can't take any more. He needs to feel her body on his, so he gently pulls the woman's head off his cock, and gets a crackle of lust at the way strands of spittle and pre-cum linger, maintaining the connection between her mouth and his cock even after it comes free. 

The woman climbs onto the bed and squats over the man's stiff, upturned cock. Grabbing it by the base, she fits the head to her juicy slot, then slowly - very, very slowly - she relaxes and lets him fill her. 

They both groan in white-hot passion as she feels his hot spear enter her flooded canal. This is the moment they have both been waiting for, the moment when the seed of seduction bears its fruit. 

As they move in a slow, sultry rhythm, they exchange endearments, encouraging each other to climb ever higher up the mountain of lust. 

The woman's hips work up and down in a circular motion, corkscrewing her pulsing pussy around his iron rod, while the man steadily pumps his hips up and down, up and down, always pushing his cock up to fill the woman's hot, horny hole as deeply as possible. 

The woman throws her hair back and closes her eyes in mounting ecstasy. The man stares as her magnificent breasts shake in time with their hard fucking rhythm. 

He can't resist. He pulls her down so that her sweat-covered globes are dangling over his face, and he reaches up with both hands to fondle them. He gently caresses the soft flesh of her tits, paying extra attention to the rock-hard nipples that jut invitingly out of the generous areoles. 

Bending his head slightly, he brings one nipple to his mouth and begins to lightly lick and suck the stiff flesh, and the woman groans in appreciation. She braces herself on his shoulders as she offers him her plump orbs. 

And all the time their hips are working smoothly, steadily increasing the friction of their coupling. As they do, they can feel the urgency begin to build. The man can feel the tingle beginning to mount in his scrotum, and he knows it is time to bring their dance to a crescendo. 

He wraps his arms around the woman's back and pulls her to him for a kiss of wild, unbridled passion. As they are molded together, he deftly rolls her over onto her back, never breaking the contact between his cock and her pussy. She looks up at him with smoky eyes, smiling wickedly. 

"Oh yeah, fuck me, baby, fuck me hard," she pants, as she wraps her stocking-clad legs around his waist and her arms around his shoulders, bringing him into the circle of her lust. 

The man just grunts as he begins to fuck the woman harder, faster, the intensity rising to a fever pitch. The woman's eyes roll back in her head as her orgasm comes to a head. She is rocking and rolling under the man's lean body, willing him to come with her. 

He screws his eyes shut and blocks out everything but the sizzling feeling of his cock jackhammering the woman's spastic pussy. 

The woman is close - almost... there - and with a sharp gasp and a long moan, her orgasm tumbles to a climax, and seconds later, the man drives his cock ever deeper before surrendering an awesome load of pent-up cum deep in her clenching hole. 

Their sweaty bodies writhe together as their climax consumes them, and they kiss frantically, desperately, their mutual cries of lust muffled by their straining mouths and tongues. 

At last, the man has emptied himself of every last drop of sperm, and the woman can feel the copious load as it oozes out from around his still semi-hard cock, which is still churning in her soupy cunt. 

With a visible shudder, the man finally relaxes and he rolls off the woman, gathering her in his arms as he lies back in sweaty contentment. 

They talk in soft whispers about what they've experienced, what the night has brought them. The woman cradles her head in the crook of his shoulder, utterly captivated by the events of the evening. They can each sense that there is more in store for them, that the night is still young. 

At length, the woman arises and walks to the bathroom, and when she emerges, she has removed her stockings and garter belt, leaving her naked except for the light cross necklace that she hardly ever takes off. The man just stares at the sexy, confident way she walks across the room, before lying back on the bed. 

They embrace again, and they kiss in a relaxed way, their tongues languidly touching. They can feel renewed arousal coursing through their bodies, the need building again. 

Abruptly, the man tells the woman to roll onto her stomach, and she does so without hesitation. Taking some scented oil from the night stand, he squeezes a little into one hand and begins to rub her back, slowly and sensually. She moans in approval as his hands play a concerto on her nerve endings. He works his hands in ever-widening circles, until the oil is evenly spread over her back. 

He takes more, and hovers over her body, working the aromatic oil under her body, caressing her breasts and stomach. Another, more urgent, groan is ripped from her lips, and the man can smell the slight whiff of her juices building between her legs. 

His cock is almost fully hard, needing only a little priming to be ready, but he waits. The woman's eyes are closed as she drinks in the sensations crackling through her body. The man's hands now venture lower, to her firm buttocks, and he kneads them like bread dough. 

As he massages her butt, he works both thumbs down the crack of her ass, to her pink, puckered hole. He lightly brushes her anus, and ever so slightly presses his thumbs around the opening, teasing, but not penetrating. The woman's groan now is more intense, more urgent. 

"God, you make me feel so dirty," she pants, then she chuckles in a husky voice. The man has visions of perhaps using the hole he is playing with, but decides against it. He wants more of the woman's steaming-hot pussy, and will leave her ass alone for another time. 

The man works his slick hands between her legs, up the insides of her thighs, and with his fingers he opens up her gushing pussy. The woman's hips lurch involuntarily as his fingers play along her labia, and she jerks hard as his middle fingers circle her clit for just a few delicious seconds. 

Working his hands around to her waist, he gently guides the woman up onto her knees, and she spreads her legs to expose her dripping, angry-pink pussy, fat and swollen with desire. She reaches a hand under her body, opens her lips to emphasize her need. 

"Fuck me!" she gasps, any lingering decorum drowned by her lust. "Please, baby, I need you to put your cock in me and fuck me." 

The man works his oily hands up and down his cock several times, and it responds immediately, stiffening into a rigid piece of rock-hard flesh. He places his right hand on the woman's hip to steady himself, while holding his cock firmly in his left hand. He presses the purple head of his dick to her hot hole, pushes forward with his hips and drives himself all the way to the hilt in one long thrust. 

"Ahhhhh, yesssss!" the woman squeals in delight as the man quickly works his cock in a steady rhythm in her sloppy cunt. Her head lolls in wondrous pleasure as another intense climax gathers steam in her groin. 

The woman's hips are working back in time to meet the man's inward thrusts, as she hurtles on a fast track to nirvana. 

But the man is in no hurry now. Just as he senses the woman is about to come, he pulls his cock completely out of her pussy, saws it between her butt cheeks a few times, and the moment passes. 

The woman groans in frustration, but she also chuckles sardonically. She knows the game he is playing, and she likes it. She's experienced enough to know that the longer she can hold off her orgasm, the more powerful it will be when she finally does let it go. 

Satisfied, the man replaces his cock in her clenching hole and resumes leisurely fucking her. They are quickly in an easy, rollicking motion, their bodies working as one. As he pumps his cock back and forth in her cunt, he leans in, reaches around her body and grips her dangling tits. He squeezes them firmly, and lightly pinches the stiff nipples, sending spasms of pleasure racing through her body. 




Magic



Up, up, up, she climbs, but every time she gets close to the climax, the man slows the pace, letting her crest, but not fall over the edge. 

However, the woman is finding it harder and harder to hold it back, and, now, so is the man. She lowers her head and clenches her eyes shut as the sensations swell in her body, and her hips work in a harder, faster motion. 

The man puts his hands back firmly on the woman's hips and begins to drive his cock deeper and harder. The crackling in his groin is telling him he is close to a major blowup, and he is ready. 

Now he urges the woman to let it out, and the woman's cries and moans become louder, more shrill as she works her sweaty, oily body around the pleasure pole that is ruthlessly pounding her cunt. 

Sweat also pours off the man as he strains for the finish, his cock a blur as he fucks her with hard, demanding strokes. He is like a machine churning relentlessly as his cock works as a piston in her equally-demanding pussy. In the midst of her budding climax, the woman is suddenly possessed of an idea. 

"Cum on my tits!" she cries. "I want to see it. I want to feel it. Oh God, yes, shoot your hot cum all over me, baby!" 

The mere suggestion is enough to send her tumbling off the edge, her body shudders and she cries out sharply as her orgasm explodes through her body. The woman's spastic motions are too much for the man to endure. 

"Here it comes!" he cries as he wrenches his cock from her twitching cunt. The woman rolls over quickly onto her back, and sits up slightly, just in time to watch his dick spew out a half-dozen strings of thick white cum. He douses both breasts with his seed, then rubs the tip of his cock over each nipple as he squeezes out the last few drops of his climax. 

With her left hand, the woman reaches down and strums her bloated clit, while her right hands rubs her tits, working the man's sticky cum all over her chest. Her reward is another orgasm, an aftershock, and she doesn't stop there. 

She pulls the man up and takes the head of his cock into her mouth, getting whatever is left in his balls down her throat, then cleaning him of their commingled juices with her lips and tongue, until at last his cock wilts into sated softness. She falls back on the bed, her chest still heaving with the dregs of her lust, and the man collapses next to her. 

They are both fully satisfied and exhausted by the intensity of their passion. 

"You DO make me feel SO dirty," she whispers, just before falling into a well-deserved sleep. The man just laughs softly as he gathers the woman into his arms. He holds her for a little while, then rolls her sleeping body to one side, turns off the lamp and slides his body next to hers, drifting off into a pleasant slumber. 

Sometime in the night, the man awakens needing to use the bathroom, so he quietly slips out of bed and walks across the room. After finishing his business, he emerges from the bathroom, but stops at the foot of the bed and just stands gazing at the woman's sleeping visage. 

He contemplates the serene, satisfied look on her face, the way her dark hair fans out across the pillow and the rhythmic sound of her soft snoring. 

The man shakes his head in bemusement, still not quite believing that he has been married to this goddess for 15 years, that they share a love that grows deeper and richer with each passing day. 

His mind drifts back to much earlier that evening, during the banquet that preceded the dance, all part of the annual awards ceremony for the large civic group of which he is a member. He had gone up to the stage to accept the organization's coveted citizen's award, recognizing his and his company's years of philanthropy in the community. 

As he walked to the podium, he happened to glance in his wife's direction, and the look of pride, devotion and love in her eyes was a sight that will be etched in his memory until the end of his days. 

With a contented sigh, he crawls back into bed, slips under the covers and nestles his body up against his wife's. He is gratified as she unconsciously molds her body to his, and as they lay there together, he drifts back into a dreamy slumber, still basking in the glow of the evening's love and lust. 

In the morning, they will arise and return to the real world, going back to their everyday lives of work, home and family. There will be bills to pay, a business to run, children to care for and a house to maintain. 

But on this night, this man and this woman have put all of that aside, sent it receding into the background. 

For one night, they have surrounded themselves in a spell filled with passion, giving each other all of the love they have to give, and they have experienced something special, something supernatural. 

Yes, there must be magic in the air. 



Magic



He looked at his watch. She was forty-five minutes late, at least. He checked his backpack. The wine, candles, the food were all there. What did he forget? There must be something…the blanket!

He ran into the bedroom, grabbed a big red mink blanket out of the closet and sprinting out of the room, ran right into her, almost bowling her over. He caught her around the waist, kissed her cheek, and held her close for a moment.

"Are you ready?"

"I am! I just realized I forgot the blanket and grabbed it. Why are you late?"

She kissed his cheek. "I got lost coming here. So where are we going?"

He smirked. "Hmmmm…I'm not telling you yet, you brat."

She giggled. "Pleeeaase!"

"Nope…not yet." He chuckled.

She knew that there was a picnic in her near future, but she wasn't positive where. He had asked her to trust him; that this would be an afternoon they wouldn't easily forget. She already trusted him.

He took her hand and had her prop his backpack up on his shoulder. "Take the blanket." She nodded. He pulled her out the front door and locked it with his key.

They slid into his jeep, throwing the blanket and the backpack into the back seat. She felt her tension from a hard week of work melt out of her as he drove out of the city and into the mountains. He put a CD in, and she smiled at the opening notes to Staid's "It's Been Awhile."

The smooth motion of the jeep twisting through the foothills quickly put her to sleep, and she knew nothing until the jeep stopped. He hopped out of the jeep and swung a gate open, jumping back in, driving through and jumping out again, closed the gate.


Now bumping through a well packed dirt road, she paid close attention to the scenery. Trees surrounded the jeep on every side. Fresh air assaulted her senses and she could hear rushing water on her left.

The road ended in a densely wooded glade, and he squeezed her knee. "We're on foot from here."

She hopped out of the vehicle, stretching, feeling more tension melt from her body. He grabbed the back pack and handed her the blanket.

They hiked through a mile of trees, no path easing their way. She couldn't figure out how he knew where to go, but he looked like he knew what he was doing, so she followed unquestioningly. The trees opened to a meadow, and a spring bubbled into a wide pond. "Are we there yet?" she teased. At his nod, she smiled, turning around and inspected her surroundings. "How did you ever find this place?"

"Magic."

The air was cool on her skin and the spring looked divine. "Shall we swim?" she asked. He smiled and nodded once again. She bit her lip and checked to make sure he was watching her.

She pulled the tail of her shirt from her shorts, and started unbuttoning her shirt from the bottom up. One button, two, three…checking to see if he was still watching (he was!) four buttons, five, six. The shirt opened, revealing soft, full breasts encased in silky white satin. His gaze wasn't going anywhere.

Leaving her shirt around her shoulders, she unbuckled her belt and her khaki shorts, which when released, fell to her ankles. White panties, matching the bra, covered her.

She turned away from him and bent over, showing her satin covered ass to him, and kicked off her shorts, unlacing her boots, taking plenty of time so he could enjoy the view. He noticed that her panties tied on the sides, keeping that information handy for an appropriate time to take advantage of that fact.

So caught up in her show, he stood, fully clothed, with the backpack on his arm. He heard a splash and realized he had missed her entry into the slowly rippling pond.

Quickly undressing, he jumped into the pond, relishing the cool water as it swept over him. She floated on her back on the other end of the pond, staring at a deeply blue sky. He entered stealth mode, and taking a deep breath, swam underwater to her.

The strings from the panties dangled in the water. Taking a string in each hand, he untied the left side without coming up for air or touching her. Deftly swimming to her right side, he untied those strings as well.

Given the necessity of oxygen, he wisely decided to surface for air between her spread floating legs. Slightly less wisely, he grabbed her across the waist, pulling her from her reverie. She screamed, surprised, then dunked him under the water and swam to the side of the pond she jumped into, her untied panties floating to the surface of the water.

"This is war!"

"I surrender!"

"You're no fun!"

"Wanna bet?"

He swam to her side of the pond and held his hands up as he entered shallower water. "I'm not going to surprise you again."

She considered the veracity of his statement and decided to go with it. "Fine."

He pulled her shoulders towards him, laced his fingers through her long wet hair, and lightly touched her mouth with his own. The white bra, transparent, conformed exactly to her breasts. The cool water had worked its usual magic, and her hard nipples jutted through the thin, diaphanous material.

Gently outlining the inner edge of her lips with his tongue, he slid his hands from her hair and reached between her breasts, unclasping the now pointless garment. Drawing the material away and off her shoulders, he stepped back and looked at her.

Embarrassed by the scrutiny, she blushed, a pink flush creeping over her high cheekbones. "Do you like what you see?" He stepped forward, feeling naked skin touch naked skin, and kissed her once more.

In spite of the cool water, his cock reacted to smooth skin against his body, filling with hot blood. He moved his lips to the soft, smooth skin behind her ear, lightly sucking, lightly nibbling on her earlobe, and then lightly brushing his lips down her jaw-line.

Content to enjoy the play of his lips on her, she closed her eyes, trusting the buoyant water and him to support her. The sun warmed her eyelids, and his fingers moved carefully down her back, giving her goose bumps. Never one to care for dichotomies, she enjoyed the moment.

He skimmed down her neck, between her firm breasts. He dipped underwater and slid his tongue into her navel, making her giggle sweetly, a laugh he felt, but did not hear.

She moved her own hands to his head, pulling him from the water, up to her mouth again. His mouth cold from the water, he pressed his lips to hers, drawing heat from her into himself. Her warm tongue entered his mouth, flooding him with more heat than could be explained by mere thermodynamics.

She pushed him into slightly deeper water. With shoulders submerged, she pulled herself close to him and wrapped her legs around his waist, his hard cock pressed between their naked bodies.

Her face close to his, she leaned in for another soft kiss, then pushed her hips out and back, then smoothly up over his hard cock. He felt himself posed at her entrance and tried to thrust into her. His thrusts only pushing her further back, she laughed.

Imperceptibly, she slid down just a bit, solidifying the connection between their most sensitive places. Cool water washed his cock, but the tenuous connection between their bodies warmed him, making him even harder.

Another tiny movement of her hips pulled him into her completely. He stopped breathing, just concentrating on the silken wetness surrounding him. She clenched her pussy around his cock, from the base to the tip, in a rippling motion.

He moaned loud and long, and she clenched a little tighter. She rose up and down, slowly clenching her pussy around him. He moaned again and she increased the speed.

His hands supported her perfectly round ass, and he used them to pull her in harder, providing enough leverage to slide completely in and out of her. He nibbled on her neck, kissed her lips softly, and drove himself deeper, faster into her.

She whimpered softly, feeling him deep, pushing hard into her depths. He rubbed along her clitoris with each stroke, bringing her higher and higher. God it felt so good!

His strokes faster and faster, she threw her head back. She pulled him in with her legs, faster and faster. He gently bit her shoulder and groaned loudly, her cue to her own release.

Waves of pleasure swept through her and she almost lost her grip around his waist. He felt the rhythmic clenching of her pussy around him, and started pulsing into her, filling her pussy with hot cum.

Spent, they both realized that cold water surrounded them. She dismounted him and swam to the edge of the pond.

She unfolded the blanket he had nearly forgotten hours before on the grass and lay in the sun, smiling at him as he joined her. He curled up close and breathing deeply, fell asleep. "Just like a man." She muttered as she smiled to herself.

She watched him sleep, stroking his hair as it dried in the sunlight. She smiled and then opened the bottle of wine that he put in the backpack. After a glass, she joined him in slumber, dreaming of the passionate interlude that they had just shared and knowing deep in her heart that this place was indeed "Magic."

Wylde Aphrodite



Magic



It was a night made from dreams. 

Dinner had been prepared in the heavens. His conversation was pleasantly flirtatious, his company stunning. Neither wanted the evening to end so we walked along the ship's rail. 

The moonlit air was warm, as he held me, dancing slowly on the deck. Bodies pressed together, fingers intertwined. The ship rocked gently with each ocean swell and that blended sweetly with our movement. 

The strains of violins wafted around us, guiding our steps, the soft rhythm an echo in our pulse.  Melody, mist and cologne buffeted my senses. The impact had me reeling. Passion and maleness mingled finely with sandalwood and myrrh. Inhaling, I pulled deep his essence, waking the beast nestled inside. His magic spiraled back upward, filling my mouth and throat with 'him'.  

The wizard had begun his siren song of seduction, while the beast and I resisted. 

Head resting on his shoulder, my hands roaming his chest, luxuriating in the feel of linen shaped over well honed muscle. I roamed the plains of his body, learning the valleys, searching the hollows where my love would eventually live. 

Meeting his gaze, I began to trace his mouth, wondering just how these tender lips would feel against my skin. The fullness of his sensual mouth matched the fullness in my chest.  The soft skin was warm to my touch. There was a hint of pink as his tongue glided along the outer chasm edge peeking to see just who invaded its home. 

My body read the promise inherent in that tiny flash of ruby skin. He offered a sensual dance, drawing a thunderous response from the beast crouched in bottomless place inside me. Can his magic claim her I wondered? 

He pushed his offer higher, sucking on my finger tip, tongue flicking against the pad. Breath rushed from my body, each hair aloft as my skin puckered at this intimacy.  Each stroke inflamed the pulse, calling the dragon at my core.  My body responded to him mindlessly, the wetness flowing from me of its own volition. I tried to pull my finger from this trap of his mouth, but all I managed to do was pull his head toward me. 

I found the edge of his mouth and kissed it gently. With the release of my finger his tongue traced the edges of my lips, his mouth playing with the abundance of mine. Eyes may be the windows to the soul, but this mouth, this mouth was the doorway. 

My soul sang as he tasted me, as he teased me, and as I gently pulled his tongue into my mouth.  He was all heat and dinner wine. 

He left the wilds of my mouth and began to blaze a trail across my cheek. All I felt was velvety softness running along my chin raising the blood in my veins.  I was floundering in the vastness of his touch, set adrift in the sea of longing he had unleashed within me. The warmth of his breath heated my ocean cooled skin along the way. Was the roaring in my ears from the ocean waves or her wings crashing within me? I didn't know. 

As my head tipped back his breath flowed across my earlobe, enveloped by his lips.  The tempest at my center was tamed as he began to suckle the sensitive skin. I wanted more, so much more. I tried to turn into his mouth, but he held my head and continued his path of exploration down my throat and across my bear shoulder.  As his palm roamed along my spine, pressing me into him, I knew I was lost. My breathing ragged, my pulse rapid and my head thrown back as I fell under the spell he was weaving.  The dragon awakened, beat at my mind, and roared for release. 

The wizard wove the moon and stars into his trap, my beast and I had been truly snared. I opened my eyes and watched as the stars twinkled in time with the pounding of my heart. I moaned. I believe I moaned. I heard a moan echo in my ears. Was that me? Who was this woman sinking deeper into fervor's grasp? 

His neck was open to me and his scent rose drawing me in. It called me, seducing me. I lowered my mouth to his throat. The ringing in my ears competing with the drumming of his heartbeat as it throbbed through my tongue, feeding the beast within. I followed this river of heat upstream, along his neck, under the cleft of his chin and toward his mouth, the source of my wildest fantasies.  

Our tongues danced a waltz more ageless than the symphony playing deck side. He teased me mercilessly, his tongue darting in and out of me.  Was this another promise for my future? 

He suckled gently my tongue, and with each draw, my clit pulsated in response. I ground into him, urging him forward in his explorations.  Common sense was lost as the tides of want over took me.  My dragon was loosed, and I had no regret. 

I felt the heat of his hands work their way down my back before I realized the zipper was undone.  My nipples brushed against my gown, as he pulled my hips in and then up. His need was obvious in the hardness at my groin and the heat from his hands on my rear. The beat of dragon wings fanned the flames growing between us, surrounding us.

His moan was but an echo, as I felt myself melting into the shadows.  Pinned to the wall, his mouth ensnared my engorged nipple.  I shivered in the shock of cool air, followed by the searing heat of his mouth. Alternating warmth and coolness pounded that tiny bit of flesh with each intake of his breath.  My back arched each time his teeth held me. Fire raced through my veins burning us both on its journey. 

The very nature of my being was pulled from me. I had been claimed. I was nothing more than the beast, the dragon in his hands. My dress fell from my hips, his mouth making inroads along my chest and belly. My legs spread slowly hoping to guide him lower, but he simply whispered by, leaving an ache behind the dark lace.  He kissed my inner thighs, hands wrapped around my ass.  Back up he traveled, nibbling as he went. Sparks flaring each time his teeth worked my flesh. 

The wizard claimed his own.

The tip of his tongue teased its way along the edge of my thong.  A ragged breath added to the dragon's heat already radiating from the dampened bit of cloth between my legs.  

I was the sacrifice that went gladly. 

Warm hands pulled my hips forward as a warmer mouth lowered toward the fount overflowing. The whip of tongue struggled with fabric, while his teeth worked the fire at my heart. Along the exposed flesh of my inner thigh that insistent member climbed. Hands finally met teeth and tongue; together the three conquered the shield of cotton. 

My body arched in the coolness of exposure.  My hands reached for the solidity of flesh. 

With a wizard's magic the fabric vanished as that serpent tongue moved along my skin. His lips held me in place as his mouth supped the wine from me.  I pulled him deeper into me, spreading my legs for him. 

The sensual feast was offered freely and willingly taken. 

He teased me then. That member flicked up and down my slit. Heated breath reached where rough flesh could not.  He suckled at my thighs as if I hid combs of honey. He worked his way between the swollen layers, heavy tongue darting in and out swimming in sweetness.  I shifted, then he pushed, suddenly fingers found their way inside me. 

I was lost among the stars. Light swirled in my eyes as he began to lap, buried fingers dancing to his wizard rhythm.  A dragon rage of heat warned me mere seconds before his mouth engulfed my clit. 

I was suckled. I was let go. I was drawn through the stars and then cast earthward each time his mouth worked me. I relished this journey, as it answered the ebb and flow of the tides of my spirit. 

The fire inside matched the bits of fire in the night. I relished the passion, yet we longed for release, my beast and I. 

Searching, my fingers found purchase buried in my wizard hair.  I arched toward him, calling the magic again and again. Mercilessly he drained every ounce of moisture from me, tongue leaving behind dry fire everywhere it touched. 

The beast bellowed as fingers crawling inside. Fore and aft they entered, pinning her restlessly between.  I squirmed, seeking her freedom, the jaws of flame engulfing me as the dragons' roar eclipsed my heartbeat.  

I surrendered then, giving myself to my beast and her to this wizard.  A moan erupted from her hidden place inside me, circling higher and higher, exploding from my body with a blast of dragon fire.  

I have been transformed.

I am the dragon reborn.



Magic Amulet Redux



Jim Miller was bored. At 33, he had achieved the things he wanted most from life - a thriving business, a beautiful wife, the house in a nice neighborhood........ He had everything, so why wasn't he happier?

His last two clients for the afternoon had canceled out, leaving him on the opposite side of town from his office with not enough time left in the day to make it worthwhile to drive back. In a fit of indulgence, he decided to take the rest of the day off. After all, he was the boss, he could goof off a little if he wanted to, couldn't he? 

Unfortunately, his wife Nicole would still be at her job for the next three hours, leaving him with time to kill. A couple of cold beers in air conditioned comfort suddenly seemed like an excellent idea. And the bar in the next block, with it's "Live Girls" sign, was an enticing destination.

Forty five minutes later, it didn't seem like such a good idea. The beer was flat, the ambiance was flat, the music was too loud, and the "live girls" looked like tranked out zombies. He would never have believed that he might actually prefer going back out into the Arizona summer sun instead of watching strippers, but that was rapidly becoming the case.

Throwing some money on the bar for the (lousy) beer, he turned back toward the entrance. In a small alcove he hadn't noticed before, some racks and shelves caught his eye. Dusty plastic packages containing vibrators, cheesy lingerie, and other adult toys were packed into the room. "What the hell", he figured, "it's out of the sun and maybe I'll find something interesting."

In the back corner was a small glass case, holding a few items that were too small for the display racks. Oddly enough, there was a necklace in the case. Plain, a stainless steel chain with a small pendant, it looked totally out of place in these surroundings. Curious now, he moved in for a closer look. The pendant was a dull gray color, and had some sort of hinged cover in the center, about the size of a dime. There was a folded piece of paper under the amulet, but nothing else to indicate what it was or why it was there. There wasn't even a price tag.

For some reason, the necklace caught and held his attention. Since the cabinet had it's latch in the front, he opened it and picked up the pendant for a closer look. The hinged cover opened easily, disclosing an inset stone that resembled Tiger eye, a topaz yellow background with a dark brown line through the middle. Nothing spectacular, but somewhat nicer than the setting. He wondered if Nicole would like it?

Seeing his interest, the scruffy looking young man who had been sitting at the end of the bar (instead of minding the store) came over and mumbled "canIhelpyou" in a perfunctory tone of voice. Seeing the amulet in Jim's hand, he became more attentive and even smiled at the prospect of a sale.

"Hey, that's a real find, isn't it?" he exclaimed, trying (and failing) to project enthusiasm and good cheer. "Man, you won't find something like that downtown!" When Jim's only response was a raised eyebrow and a slight frown, his sales pitch ran down rapidly. "Damned piece of junk, can't even give it away" he muttered, starting to turn away.

"Wait a minute," Jim said, "What do you mean?"

"Ah, that thing's been here for over a year, and nobody's even looked at it. Some drunk caught the bartender in a soft moment and traded it for a beer. Claimed it was some kind of magic thing. Nobody could figure out how to make it work, though, so it just sits there. The paper there is supposed to be instructions, but it must be in some kinda foreign language 'cause nobody can read it."

Sceptically, Jim picked up the paper and unfolded it. There was handwriting on the page, but somehow it seemed to evade his focus. Maybe it was the dim lighting. "I'll give you a dollar for it" Jim heard himself say, much to his surprise.

"Done!" the man exclaimed, holding out his hand. Jim was now the proud owner of a piece of jewelry that he'd had absolutely no intention of buying. He shoved the necklace and the paper into his pocket and walked back out into the burning sunlight.

Phoenix traffic was, as usual, terrible. Twenty minutes of tense, claustrophobic dancing with cars brought him to his house in a lousy mood. The mailbox surrendered a mix of bills and junk advertising, nothing to lighten his mood there. A glance at his watch revealed that Nicole's arrival was still a little more than an hour away. Maybe she would appreciate a pitcher of cold martinis - or about half a pitcher, by the time he'd quenched his own thirst.

Fifteen minutes and two martinis later, Jim was beginning to relax enough to feel human again. Remembering the necklace, he pulled it and the folded paper out for another look. This time, when he unfolded the paper, the words became clearer (although the handwriting was still very bad). 

"This is wery speshul magic amulet. Only works for certain persons. Must be sykoligikly right for effect. Not for jelus assholes. Makes wife wery sexy! Rewards good lick husband. Show stone to wife to make work. Kaushun! Works fast. First be sure yure ready!"

Well, that was pretty lame. Nicole was already "wery sexy", knew it, and dressed to show herself off. Her mild exhibitionism was one of the things he adored about her, since it perfectly matched his voyeuristic tenancies. He really liked the effect she had on strangers, taking secret delight in their double-takes, stumbles, and general distraction (not to mention their urgent need to sit down to keep from displaying their embarrassing reactions). And what was that "Rewards good lick husband" line all about? Maybe he had read it wrong, the writing was almost illegible. "Be sure yure ready?" Ready for what? This was beginning to seem like a sick joke, and he was out a dollar!

"Hi, honey, it's me!" Nicole's cheery voice broke his concentration, making him smile. She still had that effect on him, even after eight years of marriage. The pixie face, long legs, high-set perky breasts, and long brunette hair over startling green eyes would be enough to give a statue a hardon, even without the tantalizingly almost sheer blouse and almost mini skirt. Ordinarily, she dressed even more revealingly, but her boss was a little conservative and she had to dress down to keep her job.

"Come on in," Nicole continued. (HUH?) "Jim's probably back in the den." She came bouncing around the corner with all her usual energy, dragging a gawky younger man after her. "Jim, this is Mike Peters, our new research assistant. Mr. Franklin wanted me to show him the McKenzie proposal, but the interim versions are missing from the office computer. Since I have them on file here, I invited him home with me."

"Oh, okay. Welcome to our home, Mike. Martini?"

"Yeah, thanks." Mike said. He appeared a bit ill at ease, not sure quite how to handle the situation he found himself in.

"Hey, what's that?" Nicole asked, pointing to the necklace.

"Oh, nothing, just a trinket I was looking at." Jim replied.

"Can I see it? It looks kind of interesting. Where'd you get it?"

As he was about to reply, Jim noticed that Nicole had opened the little cover and was gazing at the stone - in fact, she seemed captivated by it! "Uh, Nicole?"

"Well, no matter," she said, handing the necklace back to Jim, "Mike and I had better get to work." With that, she grabbed the young man's hand and headed for the back of the house and her personal computer. "Can you heat up that lasagna for dinner?"

This was not an unusual request, since Jim was a pretty good cook and not averse to sharing the domestic chores. In any case, it was his turn to cook. He did notice the sound of a door closing in the back of the house, but thought nothing of it.

Some time later, as the lasagna was heating nicely in the oven, Nicole and Mike appeared at the kitchen door. Mike, seeming flushed and very nervous, stammered some incoherent phrases about somewhere he had to be and almost ran outside to his car. Nicole, on the other hand, looked radiant. 

"I told him you wouldn't mind, but somehow he didn't seem very reassured." she said.

"Wouldn't mind what?' Jim asked.

Smiling widely, she perched on the corner of the table and beckoned him closer. "Come here" she said "I have something for you." 

Her right leg was hanging off the edge of the table, swinging idly from side to side, her thighs opening slightly with each swing. Suddenly it became apparent that her panties were no longer there. Jim was no longer bored. In fact, he was riveted. Her moist pussy was staring back at him, promising lustful delights. He wasn't quite sure why she was so obviously in the mood, but he wasn't going to argue! He kissed her passionately on the mouth and then dropped to his knees.

Jim loved eating pussy. The taste, the texture, the slippery teasing were all highly arousing to him. He could usually give Nicole three or four major orgasms before moving up to serious screwing, so this was not unexplored territory to either of them. This time, however, something was different. The taste was not the same, nor was the texture - and there seemed to be a LOT of liquid, much more than normal. Realization crashed through his mind like a tidal wave. Mike had just fucked his wife!

Jim's cock spasmed to a hardness level he hadn't felt since he was a teenager. It actually hurt, it was so hard. He attacked the pussy in front of him with his face, vacuuming up sperm and lubricant and frantically seeking more. Nicole was in a continuous wave of orgasmic bliss, flowing from peak to peak without pausing even for breath. 

Unable to taste any more of the delectable mixture he somehow craved, Jim ripped open his pants and slammed his rock-hard cock in to the hilt. He was so excited that it only took a few strokes to trigger his orgasm. It felt as if he were pouring his soul out through his cock, as if it would never stop cumming. He felt simultaneously as if he had just achieved the greatest victory of his life, and that somehow he had just been hit in the head with a blackjack.

As his orgasm subsided, his knees gave away and he slid back to the floor, nuzzling back into Nicole's battered pussy to slurp up his massive load. Nicole had nearly passed out from the intensity of her own cumming, and passively accepted his suction and the aftershocks it created.

The lasagna was burnt by the time reality reestablished itself in the kitchen. 

After some discussion, interspersed with slightly less explosive sessions of love making, Nicole finally admitted she had been getting a little bored with their marital sex, but had not been able to figure out what to do about it. The results of the afternoon, and Jim's response, had turned her on more fully than she had been since their honeymoon. In fact, she said that she would like to do it again!

Jim agreed. Perhaps next time he could watch.