by Tommy Twist
"Hello," he said.
"Hey, Jason?"
"Yeah?"
"I need your help with something in my room, okay? It's on the 2nd floor, third door on the right. Room 206, you can't miss it, okay?"
He sighed and I could hear him start moving before he answered "Yeah, I'm on my way right now."
The waiting was the worst part. I wasn't sure what he'd say, and I wasn't sure how to ask, either. Maybe he would be mad, or maybe he'd think I was a slut. I guess I'd have to explain the whole story to him, but then it'd be hard to explain why I was doing this spell.
I was worrying over how to tell him when there was a knock on the door. I opened it, and there he was. He looked like he'd just rolled out of bed, and looking at the clock, he might have; it was only 11, and I knew his first class was at 2, so he was never up that early.
"What's wrong? You sounded weird over the phone."
I ignored him for a minute. "Hey, come on in. This is my room; my couch is right there, and you can see the kitchen over there."
"Is everything okay?"
"I'll get to it in a minute, but it's not really an emergency, I guess."
His shoulders dropped and he let out a deep breath. "Okay. I was worried you might be hurt or something."
"No, nothing like that; there's the bathroom there, and the bedroom is right through that door."
"Jeez," he said, "you have big dorms in this building."
"I guess so," I said, cheerfully. It wasn't really a dorm building, it was an apartment that was reserved for student housing, so I knew it was pretty big compared to most of the stuff on-campus.
"I don't know how to tell you this, James. It's a little embarrassing."
"Just start from the beginning, then."
"Well, you see. Like. I've been." I shut my eyes tight, bracing for what I was about to say. "I have been trying out this thing I heard about, magick stuff? It's probably fake but I needed your help to try something."
"My help?" I opened my eyes a little bit, and he looked puzzled. "How could I help?"
"You don't hate me?" I asked, opening my eyes a little bit again, just to peek at his response.
"No way, Katie. Not even a little bit. But I don't know anything about magic or whatever, so…"
"It's no big deal if you don't know how, I can show you how to do everything you need to do. Well, most of it, anyways, you'll figure the rest of it out yourself." I repeated, for good measure, "No big deal."
"Okay, well, lead the way, then. I'll help you with whatever you need."
I looked at him for a long time. Was this a trick? Was he joking? I couldn't be sure, but it didn't look altogether like he was; he looked fairly serious, even.
I leaned in toward him and pressed my lips against his. His mouth was soft, not at all like I'd expected. From the glimpses I'd gotten under his shirt, and from his arms, he looked hard all over, but his lips…well, they weren't hard at all.
After a long moment, he pulled away. He had a quizzical look on his face. "Katie?"
"It's part of the ritual. Follow me," I said, standing up and offering my hand to him. He took it and I started walking, with him following behind. I pushed open the bedroom door and lit a candle with a match, then used it to light another candle.
"Are you sure about this?"
"Absolutely," I said, kissing him again. This time he kissed back, pulling me into his hard body. I had been right about that. He felt impossibly strong, like he was made out of iron or steel. I could feel myself getting aroused at the thought of what was going to come next. But I tried to focus as best I could.
I needed him to love me. I wanted him to love me forever. I needed ot ignore what he was doing with his hands as best I could.
He had fitted one inside my jeans and was rubbing through my panties, and I was finding it hard to concentrate. I gently pulled his hand out and he made a disappointed noise.
I pushed him onto his back and started working on the button for his pants. They were tight and I could see the outline of his cock already, but I wanted to get it out, to see it for real.
When I got them off it bounced a little bit, like it had been spring-loaded and I'd removed the catch. It looked huge; I didn't stop to measure it, but I wasn't sure it was going to fit. I'd only ever used these little vibrating eggs, and the dick-shaped toys had always seemed indiscreet, and I hadn't ever even seen one in person, so I couldn't make a comparison.
I kissed it and he let out a breath. It was soft and hard at the same time, and I gave it an experimental touch. Then I opened my mouth and took it inside.
Jason gasped and I looked up. He seemed like he wasn't sure what to do with himself, reaching towards my head, but his hand hovered in the air. I bobbed my head experimentally and watched his face. It twisted into an expression of pleasure and his hand moved towards my head before he pulled it back again.
"Don't stop," he whispered.
I did it again, and watched his expression change. I felt powerful. It was incredible to have this kind of control over someone. If this was what sex was, what sex magick could do for me, then I should have started sooner.
As my head moved, his hips started to move, subtly at first, and then more forcefully. Finally he gasped out, "I'm going to…"
I stopped and he let out a loud, frustrated groan. I could see by his face that he was frustrated with me for stopping, but it didn't matter. I had things I needed to get done, and finishing him off with my mouth wasn't one of them.
"Why did you stop," he asked, and I put a finger against his lips before pulling my pants down.
"Because you're not done yet, tiger." He looked up at me.
"Are you sure about this?" He asked again.
"I already told you that." I pushed him back again and climbed on top of him.
I formed the image in my head of what I wanted. I wanted him, I wanted his love, and I would need to concentrate to get it. I lined his cock up and gently started to push it into me.
I felt myself start to stretch, and then more and more. I'd never felt so full in my life and it hurt, but I didn't have time to think about that. I needed to keep the spell going, and that meant concentrating. I closed my eyes and took a moment to try to grow used to the sensation inside me. I could feel Jason squirming beneath me, and I leaned forward to hold my weight over him.
I opened my eyes and looked at his face for a long moment, starting to move. I needed to remember that face, and I tried to memorize every line of it, every inch. His strong jaw, the expression of pleasure. The way his jaw clenched with the effort of keeping himself under control. I closed my eyes again and started to grind my hips back and forth.
He hit spots deep inside me that I didn't know were there. I moved faster, pleasure building up in my belly and spreading out through my body from my fingers to my toes.
"Don't stop," I heard him groan out with a ragged voice. Any moment, I knew, he was going to come. I hadn't put a condom on him, and I wasn't on birth control. I smiled. The thought had broken my concentration, and now I couldn't get it back, but it didn't matter. All I could think about was the pleasure rippling through my body.
I couldn't think. I just wanted to keep going. Somewhere far away, I heard his voice again, ragged and tired, moaning out "I'm going to--"
And then I felt him twitch, and I his body stiffened below me, and I felt something inside me explode in a giant ball of pleasure.
I came to my senses laying on top of him. Both of us were breathing hard, and I felt full of something warm and hot. I climbed off of his cock and laid down next to him on the bed. He was watching me with a far-away expression.
I hadn't managed to keep my concentration going the whole time. I'd failed the spell. There was no way.
All of a sudden a wave of guilt came over me. I'd tried to force him to love me. That was awful. He had the right to choose, and if he didn't choose me…I tried not to think about it, but it was his right. Suddenly I was relieved that I had failed. Words bro
ke through the fog of my thoughts.
"What was that about?"
I blinked. I hadn't really explained, had I?
"I…" I thought for a minute. There wasn't a good way to explain it, was there? I'd sound crazy. "I was doing research for a class. They said that sex magic was used by--"
"Oh," he said, and laughed. "What was the 'spell' we were doing for?"
"I don't know," I lied.
He laid back and looked at the ceiling.
"I'm sorry." I curled up against him and felt awfully stupid about the entire thing. I'd betrayed his trust, and for what? For nothing. I'd just been using him!
"For what?"
"For dragging you into this."
He put an arm around me and pulled me in tight.
"Katie?"
Oh, I loved the sound of his voice. "Yeah?"
"I love you."
A shiver went through my entire body when he said it.
"No, you can't." He raised an eyebrow. "The spell, I didn't do it right!"
He laughed again, and then I started laughing too.
"Sure it didn't. You can tell me about it over lunch." He leaned down and kissed me. "And if you need to do any more 'research' for that 'class...'"
I smiled and kissed him back. Maybe sex magick works. Maybe it doesn't. But I'd love to give it another try.
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