Something Wicked

by Sterling, Jillian

  I flipped the page and gasped. There was a sketched diagram example of how to practice solo sex magic. My face flared and I glanced around, making sure I was still alone. Beads of sweat dripped down my back.

  My sexual experiences were limited, not really by choice. Between The Witchery, my cleaning job, and staying on top of my classes, my days were pretty damn full. Romance wasn't exactly high priority. I had one boyfriend before my life got uber complicated, and he took my virginity and then took a hike. Which was really fine with me. My naive sex-pectations included wine and candlelight and major orgasms. Instead we fumbled around his boy-musty dorm room with the lights off, nothing but a four pack Yoohoo in the fridge. At first it was slightly painful, and then it was over pretty damn quick. We did it a few times more and while it didn't feel bad, I just didn't get what the fuss was all about.

  Amanda said it would be better with a woman. I thought she was just biased.

  But based on this illustration, maybe it was better solo.

  I closed my eyes and imagined touching myself at the points the picture showed. The warmth spread lower through my body. A small tingle tickled the lips of my vagina as I gently squeezed my Kegel muscles. A soft "oh" escaped my lips, and I slowly, carefully, titled my pelvis, pressing it into the rock underneath me.

  Propped up on my elbows, I absently moved my hand to my collarbone, running my fingers in the crease between my breasts. I slipped my hand over my bikini top, sharply sucking in my breath as I brushed past my nipple. I opened my eyes and, hand still lightly stroking my breast, waited impatiently for my eyes to readjust to the light. With my free hand, I flipped the page and looked at the next illustration. A small groan escaped from my lips as I imagined one hand opening the lower lips of my labia, my fingers slipping into its deep folds, just like the picture.

  I turned a few more pages, with the young woman in the illustration moving through various states of arousal and ecstasy, until I found more of the ornate script.

  These illustrations simply serve as guides, in case you are a novice at the art of lovemaking. Don't be afraid to be adventurous and do what feels good. The stronger the orgasm, the better the spell.

  The sun was now blazing down and every nerve in my body was on fire. I turned on my side, feeling a sticky heat between my legs. The clear pool of water just in front of me beckoned.

  I worked it over in my mind. Grams never told me about sex magic. Of course, the thought of Grams practicing it made me giggle and repulsed me at the same time. Regardless, it probably wasn't wise to do spells from a strange book that landed on my doorstep.

  But I needed the support of the sororities on campus, and word would get around fast if they thought I couldn't deliver the goods. It was my first fall semester without Grams to help with the spell work. If Tara didn't get her man, word would spread among all the Greeks. Without them, there was a very real possibility that I would lose the house, a house that had been in our family for over 100 years.

  "What's the worst that could happen?" I mused to myself, thinking of the sketches in the book. Really, how dangerous could an orgasm be?

  It was probably worth the risk.

  My ritual bath was right in front of me, and I wasn't going to get any closer to nature than this. I stood up and stretched, tense muscles desperate for a larger release. I unbuttoned my old denim shorts and they dropped around my ankles. Clad in only my bikini top and underwear, I dipped a toe into the water and considered my makeshift bathing suit. Did I dare skinny dip? I was here alone, but there was no guarantee that it would remain this way.

  I gave my modesty a hard mental shove and decided to lose the undies. Practically speaking, I didn't want to drive home with a wet ass.

  Shyness got the better of me, so I sat back down on the hot rocks to maneuver my panties off. The heat from the sun had soaked into the rocks, burning my now bare butt. Relief came when I plunged into the cool water.

  Now what?

  I swam toward the waterfall, my courage failing slightly without my panties to protect me.

  The waterfall obscured me from the trail, so I settled in just behind it. There was a rock jutting out under the water where I could sit and relax. I closed my eyes. Without actual candles, I had to imagine lighting them at the four points: North, South, East, and West. Then I focused on my telos, picturing Tara in my mind's eye. Would it be better if I knew who she wanted the spell for? Probably. But I was here. I was horny. I may as well do a trial run.

  Focusing on Tara was kind of killing the mood. She was a nice looking woman, to be sure, but there wasn't much pretty behind the facade.

  Maybe this was a bad idea.

  I thought about the debts threatening my home. I thought about the Book of Shadows sitting on the rocks, right beside my underwear and my modesty. Then I thought about my telos.

  "Focus, Izzy," I muttered to myself. But with my telos so decidedly unsexy, I just couldn't get my head into it. So I allowed my mind to wander, and it floated effortlessly to Finn. I leaned against the rocks, allowing my fantasy to take root.

  Finn stepped out of the bathroom, his hair in long black ringlets wet from his shower. I followed the scent of sandalwood soap to his room, where he turned and faced me. My gaze swept over his muscular chest and defined abs, his towel low enough on his hips to show off his Adonis belt. Fine dark hair tickled a line from his belly button before diving under the towel. I ached to see where that line ended.

  "Isadora?" His voice was husky. "What are you doing here?"

  My breath was shallow, like I just came in from a run. "I'm supposed to focus on my telos. Can you help me?"

  He dropped his towel, and I saw the erection that his shorts hid the other day in the kitchen. "Like this?"

  I nodded, blood rushing to where I ached for him to fill me, leaving me unable to speak.

  Finn rubbed his ample shaft as he walked towards me. "I can't do this one for you, Iz. You need to take control."

  "How?" I managed to eek the word out. I could barely breath.

  "Touch your breast." Finn's demand was low in his throat, almost a growl.

  "Like this?" I whispered, moving my hand mechanically to my bikini top.

  Finn laughed. "Let go, Izzy. Stop thinking about it. Feel it. See?"

  He closed his eyes and squeezed on his shaft. A drop of pre-come slipped out of the head of his penis, and he used it for lubrication as he moved his hand up and down the length of his rock hard cock. He smiled and his mouth opened. A small moan of pleasure escaped.

  "Your turn," he said, catching me by surprise. I was mesmerized by his arousal. "Remove your top, and touch your nipples."

  Half in a daze, I untied the knot at the nape of my neck holding up my bikini. The two triangles covering my breasts dropped into the water. Then I did as Finn said, and ran my fingers over my nipples, shivering at the sensation of my fingers gliding over the rigid peaks. Curious, I gently took one nipple between by thumb and ring finger, moaning slightly as I pinched it.

  "Perfect," Finn said, his breath more labored.

  I ached for him to touch me, to take his mouth over my swelling breasts and suck on my nipples until I exploded from pleasure.

  "I can't, love," he said, reading my mind. "This is your fantasy, I'm just along for the ride. But why don't you take your other hand and explore a little lower?"

  I hesitated and he met my eyes, encouraging me.

  My right hand plunged under the water, and sliding down the curves of my stomach until it found my mound. I pressed the heel of my hand against my pelvic bone, sucking in my breath sharply when my finger found my clit.

  "That's it," Finn moaned. "It makes me so fucking hard to watch you."

  The little nub engorged as I pressed my finger against it. Pinching my nipple harder, I moved my finger slowly clockwise while I watched Finn rub up and down his thick cock. He was close enough that I could almost feel the heat coming off his body while we worked simultaneously to bring ourselves to orgasm.


  "Slip a finger inside your pussy," he ordered, almost breathlessly. He didn't steer me wrong yet, so I obliged, plunging my finger into my warm, wet center.

  "Curl your finger forward," Finn demanded. "Find the small rough ridge against your outer wall. Did you find it yet?"

  "Yes," I moaned softly, sliding a second finger in and stretching myself further to reach my g-spot.

  "You are so hot," his voice was rough, ragged. "I want to fuck you so hard."

  "Me too," I panted, moving one hand from my breast to my clit to continue massaging while gliding a third finger in, aching to fill the emptiness that only his cock would satisfy.

  "You going to come, baby?" The strain in his voice told me he was close.

  "I don't know," I moaned, wanting the release an orgasm would bring, but disappointed that it would bring the end to our fantasy.

  "Not sure I can wait for you," his face twisted in pleasure. "We need to do this together."

  I nodded, focusing on the sensation building deep inside me.

  "Focus on what you need," Finn's voice was so breathless, I could barely hear him. "What do you need the spell to do?"

  The spell? Dammit. The spell! The realization threatened to yank me out of my fantasy, but the walls of my pussy tightened around my fingers, bringing me back to my orgasm. I tried to refocus on Tara and her love spell as spasms of pleasure enveloped me. Finn's moans quickened, and knowing he was coming sent me over the edge. My focus turned to him and me, and our intense pleasure as we climaxed together.

  I opened my eyes, blinking a few times to adjust to the sunlight. The rush of the waterfall beside me filled my ears. My bikini top, now completely liberated from my body, floated in front of me. My face felt flushed from both the orgasm and embarrassment. Did I really just do that? Did I really just do that in a public place? And did I really just do that with Finn as my fantasy man?

  Snatching my top, I paddled towards my shorts and panties on the shore. The cold water was bringing my body heat down fast, and I was ready to get out. Luckily, I was still alone in the swimming hole.

  Just as I started pulling myself out of the water, I heard rustling along the hiking path. I dropped myself back into the water ducking just below the rock that held my shorts and panties. I reached for them, hoping to grab my shorts and get them on in the water, to hell with the soggy bottoms. My fingertips just brushed the ragged hem of my shorts, but I could not stretch quite enough to grab them.

  Just this side of panic, I decided on a Hail Mary maneuver, pulling myself up on the rock, scraping my exposed breasts along its rough surface in my bid to grab my bottoms. Just as I stretched my hand out to catch hold of my shorts, a pair of Teva sandals crossed my sightline. I followed the tanned ankles up to a pair of muscular calves that were attached to some solid quads just peeking out of a pair of khaki cargo shorts. I was afraid to look any higher.

  A familiar voice rose over the sound of the rushing waterfall. "Not leaving much to the imagination there, are you?"

  I froze.

  Oh. My. Goddess. Finn.

  My bare ass was completely exposed. I slid back into the water and clutched the bikini top against my chest.

  "If you were a gentleman, you would turn your back so I could get out," I managed to croak out.

  Finn just laughed at me. "Skinny dipping does come with its share of risks."

  "I thought I was alone," I retorted, glancing up over the rock and staring at his feet, hoping to see them facing away from me. No such luck.

  "Will this make you feel more comfortable?" he asked, dropping his shorts around his ankles. Expecting boxers, I looked up and saw all of his manhood, and half way to a hard-on at that. And it looked exactly as it did in my fantasy. My heart raced, and I hid lower in the water. Finn jumped over my head and into the pool.

  He surfaced, long dark curls slicked back, and gave me a curious look. "What are you doing here?"

  "Swimming," I said quickly, thinking about how he invaded my fantasy, and about the book resting on the rock. At least I closed the damn thing. I hoped to hell I wasn't blushing.

  "Skinny dipping," he corrected me with a laugh. "You were skinny dipping."

  "So what if I was," I said, lifting my chin defiantly.

  "Nothing. Just not exactly in character."

  I turned my back to him, placing the fabric triangles over my breasts. "Well you know nothing about me."

  "I guess not," he mused.

  I struggled to tie the bikini strings. The water churned around me, and I felt Finn's warm breath on the back of my neck. He took the ties around my back and began working on them, his fingers brushing gently against my skin, sending small jolts of electricity down my back. My still swollen lower lips ached for his fingers to spend a little time with them.

  "Thanks," I said, turning abruptly and stepping back. I was in such a rush to move away from him, I didn't realize he hadn't finished tying off the strings around my neck. Still holding the end, the bow unraveled and the fabric triangles dropped.

  I froze in mortification, boobs out, nipples rigid from the cold water.

  "You don't have to cover up on my account," he said.

  I crossed my arms in front of my breasts, trying to tamp down the memory of that incredible orgasm. But it was damn near impossible. The real Finn was right in front of me, drops of water sliding down his cut, muscled chest. His cock was waiting for me just below the surface, and my body was primed and ready for him.

  I gulped. "I think I'll just get out now."

  I waited for him to turn so I could climb out of the pool without exposing myself. Again. But he stood his ground, his deep brown eyes followed me intently.

  "Maybe you could, you know, not pay attention while I do this."

  He crooked his head and gave me a smile. "Why? I kind of like you like this."

  "Like what?" I grumbled. "Humiliated?"

  "Vulnerable. A little shy. Slightly unnerved." He swam closer, circling me. "Almost makes up for the toilet flush the other day."

  "That's what this is about?" Anger swelled inside of me, but the heat of it only intensified my desire for him.

  "Nope."

  He dove underwater, and I gasped, dropping my hands from my breasts to my crotch, to cover myself. My finger slid against my slick opening. Goosebumps of pleasure sprouted on my skin.

  When he came up for air, he was directly in front of me, about three inches of water was all that separated our naked bodies. I shivered at the proximity.

  "You should really get out of the water," Finn said, an amused smile spreading across his face. "Your lips are blue."

  I sputtered, wondering what he meant by that. Did he see my lady bits? Could they be blue?

  When he reached out and gently touched my face, running his thumb across my lips, I cursed my dirty mind. I tried to refocus on my predicament, but I longed to feel my naked breasts against his hard chest, rubbing my breasts along the contours of his body.

  Instead, I turned away. I hauled myself up over the rocks, not looking back, not caring that I was completely exposed. I just wanted to get out of the water and away from Finn. My unexpected attraction to him felt dangerous. I needed to put some distance between his very naked body and my own.

  I scrambled out of the pool, legs flailing, kicking water all over the place. Once out, I hauled ass across the rock, fumbling with my bikini top at the same time. Not having the patience to deal with locating my underwear, I jumped into my shorts. Commando it is!

  I pulled them up with one hand, while I held the bikini top against my chest with the other. Once my shorts were over my hips, I worked on the top. But my fingers were stiff from the cold water, so tying my bikini top was a bigger challenge than I anticipated.

  "Need some help?" Finn called over.

  I heard him splashing around in the water. "Nope! No! Thank you!"

  Oh, Goddess, please no! I was ready to drop on the rock and beg him to take me. His delicious body in such close proximity threaten
ed to push me over the edge.

  Fighting with the bikini top was getting me nowhere, so I ripped it off in frustration and reached for my tank top, yanking it on.

  "Finn," a voice sing-songed from somewhere in the woods. "Where are you?"

  My stomach knotted. He was here with a date?

  "Izzy..." Finn started, but I was not interested in anything he had to say.

  I turned and feigned cool and detached, like I did not just have a mind-blowing orgasm while fantasizing about my whore of a housemate.

  "Finn's over here," I called out sweetly, then lowered my voice to address him. "You really should think twice about creeping up on a woman when you are playing hide and seek in the woods with someone else."

  Finn's face darkened. He started to say something but I raised my arm, giving him the internationally known talk-to-the-hand gesture.

  I turned my back to him and snatched up my undergarments. Shoving my bikini top and panties in my back pocket, I collected my iced coffee and the heavy spell book and stalked away from Finn. Once out of his eyeshot, I picked up the pace. I wasn't interested in coming face-to-face with the girl that was taking what I could only have in my fantasies.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Amanda must have had an early class and left for campus already. By the time I got home, her car was gone. Grateful to have the house to myself for a few hours, I raced up to the attic, locking the door after me, hoping there was something in my family's old grimoires that would help me figure out this weird witchcraft.

  Grams never told me about this kind of magic.

  Plus, I needed something to occupy my mind. My head was a mess on the entire drive from Diana's Pool. My anger towards Finn faded with the memory of my orgasmic fantasy. Then my brain would snap back to that high-pitched voice calling out to him in the woods, and my indignation would rise again.