Suburban Sorcery: Beginnings

On the third Sunday of every month, Samantha went to the flea market with a mother and two aunts who didn't realize that she was far too old to be seen in public with women who haggle over folksy ceramic figurines. Once she had relished the excitement of the market and the taste of funnel cakes with mountains of powdered sugar. But that was before she went to high school. Before she was almost done with high school. Now she returned even the offer of a funnel cake with a shrug and a request to go alone to the book lady's booth.

"Hello," Samantha mumbled a greeting in the general direction of the book lady and started digging through the bins of used books for sale. Things weren't looking good after the first two piles. She set aside a college sociology textbook and a dog-eared copy of Tess of the d'Urbervilles.

"You really do spend all your time with your nose in a book, don't you?"

Samantha looked up to see Tabitha McCarty, the meanest girl at school, standing over her with a smirk.

"Do you hang out at the flea market everyday, or just Sundays," Samantha shot back before the thought better of it.

"No, I heard there were some cheap American Eagle jeans here," Tabitha's eyes flashed with anger, and Samantha knew she was lying. "There weren't,"

"Whatever," Tabitha wasn't one of the popular girls, the queen bees who teased those below them. The raven-haired girl was just cruel and, Samantha suspected, simply enjoyed bullying- even where there was no status to be gained. Sam rolled her eyes and returned her attention to the crate of dollar books.

"I don't get it, what's so special about a bunch of musty old books?" Tabitha started picking up the paperbacks on top the bin and haphazardly tossing them around. She stopped, and her brow furrowed. "What the fuck is that?"

"Is what?"

"This," Tabitha pulled a richly decorated tome from the depths of the bargain bin and Samantha gasped. It appeared to be bound with real leather, embossed with silver and gold lettering. The pages where locked away by a golden mechanism so fine, it must have been crafted by a spider, or perhaps an elf.

"Let me see it," Samantha tried to snatch the book away, but Tabitha twisted out of reach.

"Hey, I saw it first!"

"Fine, just let me look at it, then," Samantha stood next to Tabitha, who reluctantly let the other girl hold half of it. "How do we open it?"

"How should I kn-" Just then, the mechanical lock snapped open as if by command. The two girls looked at each other and Tabitha slowly opened the ornate cover to the first page. The letters on the parchment wiggled like worms on a wet sidewalk.

"It says it's a book of spells," Samantha reached over and started flipping the lavishly illustrated pages, most of which were inscribed with stanzas of incantations. Below the verses were paragraphs of ritual explanations, like some cookbook from the Dark Ages.

"Be careful with that!" The book lady peered at them over the top of her bifocals. "If that notebook falls apart, you've bought it!"

"What?" Samantha looked up and saw their reflection in one of the mirrors perched around the booth to foil shoplifters. She elbowed Tabitha in the side and pointed at the mirror. In it, two teenage girls stood gawking over a tattered bundle of pages, barely held together by a cloth binding.

"Wait a minute...," Tabitha said, but Samantha had snatched the tome away and was handing a dollar to the gray proprietress. She chased her down the corridor, grabbing her arm as they passed the old hippies selling homemade soap, "That book is MINE! I found it, and I want it back!"

"I thought you didn't want to have anything to do with 'musty old books'," Samantha wriggled from her grasp. "Besides, you probably wouldn't even know what to do with it,"

"Then why can I see it too? Why did it open when I was holding it?"

"I was holding it, too," There was a brief struggle between the two, which almost knocked over a nearby display of beeswax candles. Finally, Tabitha dug her nails into Samantha's arm, causing her to yelp. "Alright, you psycho bitch! Jesus! We both saw it, we'll just have to share it-"

"Fine," This seemed to mollify the dark haired, shorter girl, but Tabitha still didn't let go of her wrist. "I've got a car here- let's go to my house,"

"Alright, let me call my mom and let her know I'm leaving,"

* * *

Tabitha's big mouth was unusually quiet as they pulled up to a filthy, ranch style house near the highway. There was a broken down Camero blocking the drive-way which Tabitha avoided by parking halfway on the lawn. Wordlessly, she led Samantha through a cluttered garage and down an unlit stairway to the basement. No wonder she was such a bitch, thought Samantha as she looked around the dark and dingy corner of the basement which apparently served as the other girl's bedroom. Tabitha, for her part, stared daggers at the blond as she sat down on a bare mattress and cleared the fast food boxes off a low coffee table.

"Let me see my book, you little thief!"

"It's our book, remember," Samantha growled and sat down next to her, opening the tome to the table of contents. The first chapter was entitled 'Spells of Enchantment and Charms.'

"What the fuck does that mean?" Tabitha picked a half-smoked cigarette out of a cereal bowl and lit it. Samantha fought back a gag, focused on the book.

"I think it's, like, love spells and stuff...,"

"Jackpot!" Tabitha leaned over and started flipping the pages violently.

"Hey! Be careful!" Samantha swatted Tabitha's hands away from the tome. "Besides, I don't think we should mess with any thing like that,"

"You are such a loser, Sam! Do you realize that we could make anyone fall wildly in love with us?!"

"I don't know if that's such a good idea...,"

"Of course you wouldn't," Tabitha snatched the book from Samantha's lap and flipped the pages. "Here we go: we read this one aloud and think about who we want, and it says it will create a 'passionate burning' for us in their soul,"

"I still don't know-"

"Yes, you do!" Tabitha grinned wickedly. "You're already thinking about somebody, aren't you?"

"Whatever," An image of Andy Hill, Jefferson High's resident punk rock bad boy, filled the bookish girl's mind. Samantha could feel her ears approaching the point of ignition. "This probably isn't even going to work...,"

"I'll get the candles, you do the homework, bookworm!" Tabitha dashed up the stairs smugly. Samantha flipped her off and started studying the incantations.

* * *

The next day, Samantha didn't see Tabitha until right before fourth period study hall. The raven haired girl was wearing a tight t-shirt and short, plaid shorts. She was wandering on to compus with a bag of McDonalds was in one hand, casually munching an Egg McMuffin. She was an hour and a half late for school.

"Hey, Sam!" Tabitha yelled across the crowded hallway with an evil grin, "Where's you're lover boy?"

"You are such a bitch," Samantha hissed as she shuffled through the diminishing flood of adolescent bodies. Staring at the tops of her sneakers, she didn't see Andy until her face smashed into his chest.

"Whoa, are you alright?" he said, holding her by the shoulders.

"Uh, uh, uh," Samantha's insides were doing jumping jacks, but her vocal chords stubbornly refused to move. "Uh-"

"You should be more careful, these halls can be a zoo, sometimes," The second bell rang.

"I will," Samantha finally squeaked as Andy continued down the hall. She turned to watch him go, and (before he had gotten two doors down) he looked back at her over his shoulder!

"Oh, My God!" the bookish teen rushed to study hall, barely able to contain her nervous giggling as she settled into her usual seat in the back row. The spell was working! It had brought the two of them together, literally, and he had actually talked to her!

She sat down and looked at her homework, but her hands were shaking too bad to figure out derivatives. She closed her textbook and stared out the window, sighing contently. Was Andy thinking about her, too? He was, Samantha knew. The spell's instructions had clearly stated that it would induce an intense passion in the minds and bodies of the enchanted persons.

The second part was definitely true, thought Samantha when she looked down and noticed the two points jutting out underneath her shirt. Embarrassed, she adjusted the fabric and resolved to focus on calculus for the time being. She could always spend some quality time with the yearbook as soon as she got home. Halfway through the first problem set, however, Samantha realized that Andy must be as excited as she was. She imagined him in his desk, thinking about her and hiding his condition with a book. Samantha closed her eyes and wondered if he would lick her and decided he could. A small whimper escaped her lips. Her thighs were pressed together and her hips tightened. Awkwardly, Samantha stood up and asked for permission to go to the restroom. Permission granted- she hurried to the girl's room and started splashing cold water on her face. Her efforts, however, only left her wet top and bottom.

Looking over her shoulder, the distressed young woman confirmed she was alone and locked herself in the handicapped stall. Her shorts and panties were already stretched between her knees before Samantha started to have second thoughts. But the longing, and the added thrill of being at school, overwhelmed her.

Although still a virgin, Samantha was an experienced solo-pilot and leaned back against the toilet tank as she thought about Andy. She began rubbing her breast under her shirt while her thumb circumnavigated her lower lips. With a sharp inhale, Samantha filled her palm with boob and let her fantasy wrap her in a tight embrace.

"Oh, shit!" She whispered, furiously strumming her nubbin. Her back arched and her eyes squeezed shut as she lost control of the mute button on her vocal chords, "OH, ANDY!"

"You are such a perv...," came a voice just beyond the stall door.

"Occupied!" Samantha yelped, caught red handed and bare bottomed in a bathroom. She leaped to her feet and pulled her clothes up her legs. The laughter filling the bathroom was Tabitha's.

"You certainly were, you little slut," Tabitha continued to chuckle as Samantha emerged, adjusting her bra and hiding her ears behind her long, blond locks. The other girl smirked. "It kinda hits you like a ton of bricks, don't it?"

"Huh?"

"Why the hell do you think I was ninety minutes late this morning?" Tabitha walked past Samantha and into the stall. "Would you do me a favor?"

"Excuse ME!"

"God! Just watch the door for me," the raven haired teen rolled her eyes and shut the stall door. "You know, you've got a dirty mind,"

For a second, Samantha had a thought of walking out and inviting anyone in the hallway to watch, but shook her head. After all, hadn't she just done the same thing? Samantha leaned against the sink closest to the door and crossed her arms. She tried not to listen to the rustling of clothing, but couldn't ignore the high-pitched noises that followed. The petite brunette certainly was a noisy girl- her loud squeals punctuated with short gasps. To Samantha, it sounded like the world's most erotic case of hiccups.

"God, how embarrassing," Sam stifled her laughter after a particularly comical squeak-suck-shout combination. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the door start to swing open.

"Hey, Tabby!" she yelled, turning on the faucet as a chubby freshman walked in, "What's the answer to question number five?"

"I think it's x squared or something," Tabby walked out of the stall looking flushed, flustered and a frustrated. Samantha actually felt a little sorry for her.

"Thanks," she dried her hands and drifted towards the door. "Good luck,"

"Yea, you too,"

Samantha blushed and realized that she hadn't thought about Andy for a whole five minutes. Suddenly, she couldn't wait for the school day to end. Biting her lower lip, she squeezed her thighs together on the way back to study hall.

* * *

Tabitha tracked her down in the parking lot after school. She looked pissed off and Samantha was hoping that she didn't want to talk. The blonde teen just wanted to go home and wait, naked, for Andy to come and satisfy her.

"What do you want?"

"How do you get home?" Tabby growled.

"I get a ride from my friend, Faith," Samantha tried to twist away. She really needed to get some privacy soon.

"Come with me- we have to fix this spell," Tabitha lowered her voice and started dragging her magical co-conspirator towards her rusty Chevy.

"What do you mean 'fix it'?"

Tabitha waited until they were in her car and she had started the engine before she answered, taking a deep breath.

"I talked to Tyler, the boy that I- you know," Tabby was close to tears and Samantha was surprised to see the hurt on the mean girl's face. "It was like he had never even heard of me-- he just, just looked straight through me,"

"That can't be true," Samantha thought back to her encounter with Andy in the hallway. Hadn't he held her shoulders with concern? Hadn't he looked longingly back at her? Suddenly she knew. He hadn't. She started to panic. "Oh god, oh god, oh god,"

"We screwed up," Tabitha stared down the road as they drove away from school. In the passenger seat, Samantha rocked back and forth, suddenly disgusted by the unrequited urges filling her mind.

"We!?" She screamed as Tabby crossed the train tracks into the neighborhood where she lived. "I didn't even want this, you're the one who turned us into a pair of sluts!"

"I didn't hear you complaining yesterday," Tabitha shot back, "Or when you were panting Andy's name in the bathroom this afternoon,"

Samantha’s face reddened. The pair were silent as she followed Tabitha into her house and downstairs to her room. Tabitha retrieved the tome from the under a pile of underwear and sat down on the bed. Samantha joined her.

"My parent's won't be home until seven, we'll be alone for another couple of hours,"

"Okay," Samantha reread the invocation again, wondering if they had pronounced everything correctly. "I don't get it, we did everything right,"

"Let me see it," while handing the book to Tabitha, Samantha accidentally elbowed she petite girl's surprisingly large boobs.

"Ow!" she took the book and started massaging her left breast for longer than was probably necessary. "Can't we just turn down the volume a little?"

"Did you ever get to, you know... finish?" Samantha asked.

"No." Tabitha huffed and slammed the tome shut. "Fuck, I feel like I'm in heat or some shit,"

"You know, you could take care of that, if you want," Sam offered, figuring that would give her time to deal with her own pressing needs. When she next looked over, however, Tabitha already had one hand up her shirt and the other down her shorts. "I meant in the bathroom!"

But it was too late. Eyes glassed over, the short, busty girl sank into the bare mattress, whining between half-breaths. Samantha watched her, curious. Tabitha was a much more attractive girl when her big mouth wasn't engaged. Petite and curvy, Samantha had a hard time imagining any boy looking straight through the raven haired girl without noticing. She knew 'Tabby' had a reputation, but wondered how much of it was true. Much of the brunette's behavior seemed like a deliberate attempt to drive people away from her.

Samantha let her fingertips brush her thighs, which had separated under their own agenda. Her shyness and lack of feminine endowments had conspired for years to frustrate her bold and womanly imagination. With Tabitha's orgasmic whimpers echoing off the ceiling, Samantha reached below the waistband of her shorts and indulged herself as well.

She thought about Andy, of course, but also his friend, Tim and a whole other cast of classmates and friends who had appeared in her fevered and confusing dreams. But mostly, she didn't see any faces at all. She felt their hands on her tender if underdeveloped chest, their warm breath on her skin, the weight of their bodies pressing down on her.

"Sam?" Tabitha's breathy whisper on her neck woke her up. Right then, masturbating side by side with a girl she hated, Samantha figured it all out.

"Tabby, stop," she said, without taking her hand out of her panties. "I know what went wrong!"

"Great, tell me in about twenty minutes," Tabitha sat up and pulled her shirt off.

"No, it's important," Samantha shook her head. Tabby was wearing a bra she must have outgrown as a Sophomore. The tight undergarment squeezed a mile of cleavage between her boobs, and both girls exhaled loudly when she released them. "Wait... what?"

"The spell, what went wrong?" Tabby sighed and pulled her shorts off, she wasn't wearing underwear and Samantha stared at her unruly patch of dark hair.

"Nothing, never mind"

"You are too wound up, Sam," the raven haired girl pressed her knees together and massaged her breasts.

"I know," Samantha turned her attention back to her own body and finally took her hand out of her pants, if only to start unbuttoning her shirt. Taking her cue from the squirming girl on the bed next to her, Samantha removed her shirt and bra and began teasing her pink, puffy nipples. Tabitha looked over and winked, like this was all some inside joke.

"Nice nips, bookworm,"

Samantha didn't respond, wriggling first out of her shorts, then her wet panties. Naked save for their socks, the two girls resumed playing with their pussies. Given into her desires, Samantha let her moans and grunts rise in volume until they were competing with Tabby's squeals and the screaming of the bedsprings. She was creating a growing wet spot on Tabitha's mattress.

"Ah! Oh, my God!" Her free arm found Tabitha's and she braced herself against the other girl. At last, she came and the release was a moment suspended in time, pushing the world and calculus and Andy Hill beyond a bright white horizon.

"You're cute when you come," Tabby laughed and Samantha giggled. Lying on sweaty sheets, their legs unabashedly spread over each other's, they were holding hands. "I didn't know you were a natural blond,"

"The spell...," Samantha responded by rubbing Tabby's stomach. She noticed that the other girl's breasts didn't disappear when she laid down and reached up to touch one.

"Sam?"

"...we cast it...," Samantha sucked in her breath as Tabby's fingers moved through her golden patch of pubic hair.

"...on each other," Tabby kissed her and the girls began to pleasure each other anew. Samantha couldn't believe how good it felt, Tabby's fingers sliding in and out of her, Tabby's pussy clenching with every moan. Lying on their sides, they pressed their foreheads together, feeling nothing but the organs on the end of their fingers.

"Tabby, (oh fuck) I'm going to come,"

"Oh, Sam!"

In a single, magical moment, their breathing stopped and Samantha wondered, from the vantage point above the bed, whether she was going to pass out again. Tabby smiled, floating in the ether next to her, and the two girls floated back into their bodies hand in hand.

*    *    *

"Sam?" A change of sheets later and Tabby clung to the blond girl's naked body.

"Yes," Samantha stroked her lover's long dark hair, a trembling body of  new possibilities pressed against her skin.

"Could you stay?  I mean, for dinner,"  Tabby's voice was shaking, "Please...,"

"Of course," Sam wrapped her arms around the shorter girl's curves.  Tabby sighed and closed her eyes, pressed her cheek into the space between Samantha's small breasts.

"I love you,"

"I love you, too,"

THE END