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Story title : Mortal Beloved
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MORTAL BELOVED (ff-teens, rom, inc, sitcom-parody)
by Sigma (spenguin@ecn.ab.ca)
***
Sabrina Spellman was, to all outside observers, a run-
of-the-mill teenager, with all the concerns and problems
thereof. She was a prettier-than-average blonde, of
average height and weight, who was popular at school.
She had many friends, one boyfriend, one best friend,
and--like all those who were destined for success--an
archenemy. She was beloved by all her teachers, save
one: the vice-principal, who was leery--perhaps even
jealous--of her good humour and smiling face.
She lived with her two eccentric aunts--Hilda and Zelda-
-in a beautiful home near the school, and had as a
constant companion a gorgeous, albeit cynical and
untrustworthy, black cat named Salem. She was neither
wanting for wealth nor saving pennies, and her two aunts
provided love and kindness enough for an adolescent
girl. Yet, this day, despite all her blessings, Sabrina
Spellman was troubled. And also, despite her blessings,
she had much that could and would trouble her. For one
thing, she was a teenaged girl, so obviously she could
be troubled by such things as her image and her public
reputation. She could be worried about her schoolwork
and the balance between it, her chores at home, and her
boyfriend. Her future could also be in doubt.
But no, she was not worried about anything scholastic.
She took her schoolwork and chores quite seriously, and
had never failed a single exam, or assignment. Her
grades were all above-average to outstanding, and she
and her boyfriend Harvey spent as much time together as
possible without it affecting their scholastic
endeavours... much. She was quite pleased with her
looks, and exercised regularly to keep her body trim and
fit. She was involved in extra-curricular activities
such as the school newspaper, so she could not be
anxious about that.
Could it be, then, that her home life was vexing her,
even though she and her aunts had a solid relationship
based on mutual trust, respect, and love? Perhaps, for
there is one thing that has yet to be revealed about
Sabrina Spellman, and that is the fact that she is a
witch. And so are her aunts. And her cat. And whomever
happens to be on the other side of the transdimensional
linen closet upstairs.
Sabrina was sent to her aunts to learn all about being a
witch. She currently possesses a learner's license for
major spellcasting, and when she turns eighteen, is
eligible to test for her witch's license. Her cat is a
former witch who masterminded an unsuccessful plot to
conquer the world. His sentence was to live out the next
hundred years as a cat under the supervision of the
Spellman aunts. The linen closet mentioned earlier is
their access to the realm of magic, witchery, and other
things spooky.
But no, Sabrina was comfortable with her dual nature,
enough to keep going to school and concealing her witch
nature from mortals, including her boyfriend, and her
best friend. And therein lay the problem.
Sabrina was growing tired of concealing her identity
from the people she loved most. Sure, it was fine for
most people, but she hated the idea of keeping something
like this from Harvey and Jenny. She knew she could
trust them not to tell anyone, and it would take a huge
load of her shoulders if she could just tell SOMEBODY
about her being a witch.
But what would they say? How would Harvey react to the
news? How would Jenny? Ever since she moved here, Jenny
had been with her, introducing her to all that the city
had to offer, all the people she would be going to
school with, and all that a friend could offer. Jenny
was one of the only people Sabrina knew who MIGHT not
freak out at the news and ostracize her-- or worse,
stone her.
And therein lay the second problem, the other thing with
which Sabrina was burdened. Jenny. Sabrina couldn't
explain it, except to say that something was missing
when she and Jenny were together. Not that being with
Jenny took something away from Sabrina, but that a piece
of the whole was missing. Sabrina knew that she couldn't
tell Jenny her secret until this problem was resolved.
And the only way it could be resolved was for her to
spend more time with her best friend.
*
The week went by very slowly, too slowly for Sabrina,
for she had so many things to do she usually skipped
lunch, and when she could take a half hour for lunch,
Jenny would be busy with other things. And their
schedules after school prevented them from getting any
closer than playing phone- or machine-tag. Well, at
least she had Harvey to keep her company during lunch.
But, being Harvey, he failed to understand why Sabrina
wanted to get together with Jenny so much, even when she
compared it to him wanting to see her all the time.
Harvey eventually let it go when Sabrina likened it to
wanting to play football all the time, but not being
able to find the coach to tell him of your desire.
Finally, Friday came around. Sabrina was overjoyed, for
this weekend-- through some twist of fate, or perhaps it
was an illness among the staff-- she had no homework, no
newspaper assignment, not even a test to study for. She
waited anxiously by her locker for Jenny after school,
and when she finally showed up, it was two sisters
separated at birth who made plans for a movie and a
pizza at the Slicery that night.
To Sabrina, Jenny looked fabulous that afternoon.
Although Jenny was several inches taller, and just as
thin as she was, Sabrina had always admired Jenny, and
considered her the prettier of the pair. Coupled with a
small chest and long, curly red hair, Jenny looked very
much like a very, VERY tall little girl. Adorable.
That evening, at home, Sabrina was having trouble
deciding what to wear. Clad only in a thin chemise and
panties, she rummaged through her closet, searching for
something flashy yet practical, an outfit that would at
the same time impress and be as comfortable as her own
skin.
"Salem, help me decide what to wear... and keep those
eyes shut!" she demanded of the cat.
"Well, I can hardly be expected to give fashion tips
without seeing my model, can I?" he asked innocently,
eyes still closed.
"Nice try. But I want to look nice for Jenny. We haven't
done anything together for, like, forever, so I want to
make another good first impression. Oh wait, that didn't
sound right..."
"That sounds fine. I know exactly what you're talking
about. Why, I remember once when I was trying to take
over the world, a young woman wanted me to take her--"
"Salem! Back to my problem, please."
"Ahem, yes, right." He pondered a bit, still not
peeking. "Well, the most obvious solution is right under
your nose."
"I can TALK my way out of this?" Sabrina asked
skeptically.
"No, silly. Magic!" He wiggled his paws suggestively.
"After all, you ARE a witch, and a comely one at that."
"Why didn't I think of that? Salem, thanks, I could kiss
you."
"Well, don't let my felinity stop you."
She obliged him with a quick peck on the nose, then
stood in front of her mirror. Zap! She was instantly
garbed in a full-length evening gown with a daring
bodice and long gloves. Her hair was coiffed into a
loose bun and pinned with a golden clip.
"Nope, too formal," she muttered, and dispelled it.
"Can I open my eyes now?" Salem whined.
"No!"
"Well, shoot. I might as well go to sleep. Yes, a catnap
sounds like a great idea. Wake me when you're done,
would you?"
Sabrina ignored him and tried again. Zap! A pair of
faded, baggy jeans appeared, topped with a large t-shirt
and a dusty ball cap. "Whoops, not formal enough." A
third Zap! The jeans shrank to a snug fit, and the t-
shirt molded itself into a tight red pullover. The cap
flattened out and snaked into a black band that kept her
ponytail in place. Checking quickly, she was pleased to
discover that she'd remembered a bra. A thin one,
granted, but at least it was there this time. It seemed
practice DID make perfect after all.
Surveying herself from all sides, she nudged Salem.
"Perfect! Salem, wake up. What do you think?"
"Well, pardon me for using such an obvious cliche, but
rowr!"
Before Sabrina could respond, the doorbell rang. She
rushed down the stairs--almost tripping in her
excitement--and flung the door wide, expecting to see an
excited Jenny waiting to greet her with a great big hug.
What she saw instead was a wet, pissed off Jenny,
standing on the doorstep, her clothes and hair a
dripping mess.
"Jenny! What the heck happened?!" Sabrina cried.
"This is what happens when machines go insane," she said
by way of explanation. "I was on your block, just
minding my own business, when suddenly, this street
cleaning truck goes haywire, and starts spraying water
all over the place. You know the house on the corner?
They won't have to water their lawn or wash their
windows for another twenty years."
"That'd be old man Siegfried's place. Every time he's
outside, he yells at any kid who happens to pass by his
place. We all know to walk on the other side of the
street now. I guess this is poetic justice, huh?"
"I guess. Anyway, I'm sorry, but as much as I would like
to continue this lovely conversation with you, Sabrina,
I would much rather be dry, and clean. Can I borrow your
shower?"
As if she could say no. Sabrina led her best friend
upstairs, and showed her to the bathroom. "Towels are in
there, and I'll have your clothes for you when you get
out."
"Oh Sabrina, even in the dryer, they won't be dry enough
to wear outside, especially at night." Sigh. "Maybe we
should just call it a night and try this again some
other time." Jenny dejectedly began to unbuckle her
overalls.
"No! We can't do that. We'll just... wait! I've got an
idea... a, uh, cousin of mine left some clothes here the
last time she visited, and they're still hanging in my
closet. I think you're both about the same size."
Sabrina hoped she could pull it off.
Jenny pushed the waterlogged overalls down her long
legs. When she straightened up, a little smile graced
her face. "Great. I'll see you after the shower, then."
Jenny closed the bathroom door, leaving Sabrina to
wonder if her novice magic was up to this feat of spot-
tailoring.
She rushed into her bedroom, and whipped out a pair of
her own overalls--Jenny rarely wore anything else--and a
shirt. Taking into account Jenny's height and width,
Sabrina lengthened the overalls, and modified the shirt
so that it should fit her friend. Heaving a sigh of
relief, and wiping the sweat from her brow, she flopped
onto her bed to await Jenny. "So, Salem, what movie do
you think should we see tonight?"
Silence answered her. "Salem?" Again, silence. "Salem,
where are you?" Dreading the answer, she was about to
knock on the bathroom door to ask Jenny if she'd seen
him, but then she hesitated. Jenny might think Sabrina a
little weird for asking that question while she was
showering, and besides, she was singing in there.
Listening to Jenny's voice, Sabrina wondered where she
had learned to sing so beautifully. She'd never sung at
all in front of her, or any of her friends, before.
Then, for no apparent reason, she wondered what Jenny
looked like in the shower, naked. She wondered what her
breasts looked like, all lathered up with soap, and the
water washing that soap down, down over her hard, smooth
belly, until it reached down into her crack, and then
down her long, slender legs.
Sabrina sighed as a tingle ran up and down her body. She
shook herself out of the daydream, and realized that she
was standing at the bathroom door with a hand poised to
slip down her jeans, which had mysteriously unzipped
themselves and begun massaging her legs. Then she
noticed that the water was no longer running, and that
Jenny had stopped singing. Hurriedly re-zipping, Sabrina
dashed back to her room, and leap-dived onto her bed,
just as the bathroom door opened.
In walked a damp, but clean and smiling, Jenny, wrapped
in a large, fluffy towel, and carrying a damp, but
grinning, Salem in her hands. "Hey, Sabrina," Jenny
said, "you ever shower with Salem?"
"Uh, no, can't say I have." She fixed Salem with a quick
glare.
"Well, I highly recommend you try it out. Salem's a real
good listener, and he's got a great ear for music. I
think he was even humming what I was singing! Weren't
you, Salem? Yes, you were, you cutie." Jenny kissed
Salem on the nose, and released him to the floor. "Now,
how about those clothes?" she asked, taking off the
towel.
"Salem, out! Now!" Sabrina cried, almost kicking a
reluctant Salem out of the room with her foot. As an
incentive to stay out, Sabrina popped him onto the
living room couch with a violent Jean-Claude van Damme
movie on the television.
"Right on! Go, get 'em, Jean-Claude!" Salem cheered.
The "muscles from Brussels" turned to him. "Be quiet,
cat! I am trying to sneak up on these guys."
"Right. Sorry," Salem whispered as van Damme went on
sneaking.
*
Turning back after closing and locking the door, Sabrina
found a nude Jenny reaching for the clothes on the bed.
In profile, Jenny was a sight to behold. Her tall,
slender body and her long smooth legs filled Sabrina
with a welcome tingling in her body. Her small, high
breasts eliminated the need for a bra, and the smooth
skin of her taut belly ran unimpeded down between her
legs. Sabrina almost stifled her gasp.
Jenny turned to her friend. "What is it?"
Sabrina found her eyes drawn to the point where Jenny's
legs met. After a second of staring, she spoke. "Jenny,
you're, uh... you... you don't... uh... you're shaved!"
she managed to blurt.
Jenny looked down at her hairless cunt, and ran her
fingers through it. "Yeah, I've been shaving it for a
couple of years now. I never really liked having all
that hair there. How 'bout you?"
Sabrina could only shake her head mutely.
"Well, that's another thing you have to try. Oh,
speaking of hair, I suppose I should dry my hair before
anything else, huh? Do you have a hair dryer I can use?"
"Uh, sure." Sabrina found a dryer, then cast a little
spell on it.
"Little dryer, heed this rhyme, dry her hair in record
time."
Jenny sat on the bed, still nude, and turned on the
dryer. A great blast of air shot out of the machine,
nearly taking Jenny's head off. Quickly, Jenny shut the
thing off. Running a hand through her hair, she was
surprised to find it dry. "Wow, I have got to get me one
of these."
She quickly brushed her hair, then put on the clothes
Sabrina had laid out. The overalls fit perfectly, but
the shirt was a bit short. "Oh, that's okay. I'll just
show a little skin tonight, eh, Sabrina?
"..."
"Sabrina? Hey, Sabrina!"
"Huh? Oh, yes, right. Gee whiz, look at the time. We'd
better get going if we're going to make the movie."
Sabrina quickly picked up her purse, and started
rummaging through it to conceal her embarrassment.
Jenny smiled at her friend. "Hey, relax, we've got
plenty of time. The movie doesn't start until seven."
Sabrina forced herself to breathe normally. "You're
right. I guess we do have some time."
They chatted about inconsequential things while Jenny
finished dressing and headed downstairs to the kitchen
for a quick snack before the movie. After all, they
didn't want to spend too much money on popcorn and candy
at the theatre. Especially with that "I Can't Believe
It's Not Artificial Butter-flavoured, Synthetic Topping
Substitute."
A glass of juice and a handful of cookies later, the two
friends were happily strolling down the street toward
the bus stop. As she did every morning on her way to
school, Sabrina reflexively crossed the street as she
approached Old Man Siegfried's house.
As Jenny had said, the place was flooded. An inch of
water was covering the lawn, and small rivers ran from
the grass across the sidewalk and over the curb. From
there, it flowed unimpeded to the nearest sewer grate.
After a short bus ride downtown, Sabrina and Jenny
arrived at the theatre. As usual on a Friday night,
there was a huge turnout in front of the ticket booth.
They encountered some of their friends and chatted for a
bit, before moving to the back of the long line.
"Well," Sabrina said, "this gives us time to decide
which movie to watch. What do you wanna see?"
Jenny shrugged. "Whatever. I haven't seen any of them
yet. Why don't you pick one?"
"How about Alien Resurrection? Sigourney Weaver, kicking
butt."
"Sounds good."
So it was that ten minutes later, they were inside the
theatre, checking out new movie posters and the snack
bar.
"Usual seats?" asked Jenny.
"Naturally. But first..."
"The snacks! Here's two dollars. Get me some chocolate,
and I'll go save us the seats."
Sabrina bought a large chocolate bar for Jenny, a small
bag of popcorn for herself, and a large drink for them
to share. But, not two seconds after she paid for the
snacks and was leaving the snack counter, she was
stopped by a flip of dark hair and an arrogantly-amused
"hmph."
Sabrina was torn between ignoring it and joining Jenny
in the theatre, and confronting Libby right then and
there. Her indecision gave Libby the opportunity she
needed to launch a snide remark.
"Will wonders never cease? It seems freaks go to the
movies too. I thought they just sat around doing freak
things at home, alone, on Friday nights, like play
parcheesi or do homework."
Yes, Libby, Sabrina's archenemy. For some reason, the
two had been at each other's throat since the day they
first met, something Sabrina could never understand.
Libby seemed to have it all: a sports car of her own; a
football team that accompanied her everywhere and did
everything she told them to; the exotic beauty that
captivated boys and made authority figures more lenient;
a basketball team that followed her around and did what
she told them; a position as head of the school's
cheerleading squad; popular friends; and, it seemed, a
license to belittle those she disliked and treat them as
so many insects. Cockroaches, at that.
And right now, Sabrina felt like she was inside a roach
motel. "Uh, hi, Libby! Going to see a movie?" Sabrina
said nervously, then mentally kicked herself for being
so foolish. Of course Libby was here to see a movie. She
certainly wasn't here to bake brownies or borrow a book.
This was, after all, a movie theatre.
Thankfully, Libby missed the obvious jibe. "I really
hope you're not here to see Titanic, starring that
simply adorable Leonardo di Caprio. I would simply keel
over and die if he were to see you in the same theatre
as me, and make the movie suck for everyone."
"Uh, no, I'm seeing the new Alien movie." Sabrina heaved
a great mental sigh of relief.
"Well, that movie is hardly new. I saw it nearly two
months ago. It was all right, if you like that sort of
thing, which--being a freak--you do. So, run along,
Sabrina, and say hello to all your little weirdo
friends. The grown-ups here have better things to do
than chat with children."
Sabrina merely forced a smile, and walked away, biting
back the nasty spells she could use to zap Libby good.
But, of course, that was not the purpose of witchcraft,
despite what other witches did. At least, that's what
her aunts kept telling her. She contented herself with a
few choice, non-binding curses and wishing a little
death on Libby, then went in to meet Jenny.
The first preview was just starting when Sabrina found
Jenny, sitting in her preferred seat, fourth row center,
and handed her the popcorn.
"What kept you?" the redhead whispered.
"Run-in with Libby," Sabrina answered, also whispering.
"That'll do it. Who won?"
"I think she did. But I did silently wish her a
lingering, painful death at the hands of another
cheerleader. I believe the words 'pom pom,' 'orifice,'
and 'probe' appeared in there somewhere. And not
necessarily in that order."
A hurried SHHH! from behind them forced them to enjoy
the first half hour of the movie in silence. By that
time, the two girls had munched half the popcorn and
were down to the last few sips of pop. Sabrina
constantly split her attention between the movie and her
gorgeous friend, looking even more beautiful bathed in
the dim light of the big screen. She hoped her
nervousness wasn't visible. She felt as though she was
on her first date with Harvey again, her stomach was
fluttering so much.
As she reached for the popcorn, her hand brushed
Jenny's, and her heart raced. She paused to let Jenny
grab some before she continued, but found that her hand
would not obey her. She squirmed in her seat, trying to
prevent Jenny from seeing a pair of small points appear
on her chest. Damn that thin bra--or maybe her nipples
were really strong--but there wasn't anything she could
do about it right now. But then, Jenny reached into the
bag once more, and again made contact with Sabrina's
hand. This time, however, Jenny stopped and closed her
soft hand over Sabrina's.
"Hey, Sabrina, are you all right?" Jenny asked, still
not taking her eyes from the action on the screen.
"Y-y-yeah, I'm f-fine. I guess the movie's a bit s-
scarier than I thought. I-I'll be okay." Sabrina crossed
her legs.
"It's okay, pal. We're in this together," Jenny said,
and gave her friend's hand a gentle squeeze--a squeeze
that was mimicked by Sabrina's tense thighs, as well as
her hot pussy. She forced her attention back to the
movie.
Another irate SHHH! silenced the pair again. Soon, the
popcorn was finished and Jenny had both hands clasping
Sabrina's one hand, squeezing it reassuringly every
couple of minutes.
After a while of rapt movie-watching, Jenny released
Sabrina's hand and turned to her. "Hey, Sabrina," she
whispered. "What ever happened to that chocolate bar I
asked you to get for me?"
"Huh?" Sabrina started, blinked, then grimaced as
realization dawned. "Oh no, I put it in my pocket so I
could carry the other snacks! It's probably all melted
by now." Especially since I've been squirming in my seat
all night, thinking about you and trying to keep from
cumming in my jeans, Sabrina added silently.
She reached into her back pocket and pulled out a warm,
gooey mess of mangled, half-melted chocolate, some of
which was actually still inside its original wrapper.
Sabrina apologized, as she handed it to Jenny.
Jenny took what she could, then noticed quite a bit of
chocolate still stained Sabrina's fingers. "Well, no
sense letting all that chocolate go to waste," she said,
and brought Sabrina's hand to her mouth. Extending her
tongue, Jenny gently ran it the entire length of
Sabrina's hand, erasing a sticky, chocolate-brown line
with a moist, tingling, pink one as it passed.
A shiver of pleasure ran up Sabrina's torso, causing her
nipples to harden once again, revealing themselves fully
against her otherwise sheer pullover. She felt her slit
getting so wet, she was surprised the theatre seat was
still dry. She placed the soda cup between her legs so
she wouldn't give into the ever-increasing temptation to
squeeze her thighs together--hard--until she came.
But Jenny wasn't making it any easier on her. The
redhead was not going to let a single bit of chocolate
be wasted, even if it meant devouring every one of
Sabrina's long fingers. Jenny was doing a hell of a job
of arousing Sabrina, albeit unintentionally. Jenny was
working on her friend's index finger now, swirling her
tongue around and around the tip as if it were a small,
thin cock, or a popsicle.
Sabrina wondered, as she let out a soft whimper of
desire, if her friend knew how she was affecting her.
She couldn't hold out much longer. The cup between her
thighs was crushed flat, and her puckered nipples were
screaming to be touched, sucked, rubbed, bitten,
whatever, just as long as they achieved the release
they--along with her rigid clit--were currently being
denied.
Jenny finished the last of Sabrina's fingers, and took
the sticky wrapper from her hand. "Thanks, pal," Jenny
whispered as she casually tossed the wrapper under her
seat, then returned to the movie, but not before giving
Sabrina's knee a loving squeeze.
Sabrina clutched the armrests of her seat, her knuckles
white, as pleasurable spasms racked her pelvis. Her
pussy, already damp from the near-constant contact with
Jenny, pulsed in sheer ecstasy, sending electricity
bouncing between her hard nipples and clitoris. The
teenaged witch, distracted as she was by the orgasm
ripping across her cunt and up and down her slit, failed
to notice the invisibly-glowing sparks leaping from her
lust-charged loins onto the movie screen. She also
failed to notice the VERY visible flash from the mundane
screen as the mystic sparks connected with it.
A moment later, when Sabrina finally got herself under
control, she apologized quickly to a stunned Jenny and
bolted out of the theatre. Dashing into the ladies room,
Sabrina locked herself into a stall and whipped off her
jeans. Her panties followed quickly, just before Sabrina
shoved two slender fingers into the hot, wet, pulsing
tunnel of her sex. She bit down on the knuckles of her
other hand to keep from crying out her sexual pleasure
as she came again.
"Sabrina?"
Oh no! Jenny! Sabrina jammed her masturbating fingers
into her mouth, and hurriedly sucked off her own juices,
while her other hand frantically pulled on her jeans.
Sabrina would never be able to face her friend if she
were caught pleasuring herself in the ladies room of the
movie theatre. Jenny would think she was some kind of
nympho, or something.
"Sabrina? You in here?" Jenny's voice was closer this
time.
Properly attired, Sabrina flushed the toilet and calmly
walked out of the stall and headed for the sinks. "Hey,
Jenny," she smiled to her friend, under control once
more. "Sorry I ran out, but that soda went right through
me. Couldn't help it. C'mon, we'll miss the rest of the
movie if we don't hurry back."
Sabrina walked briskly out of the restroom, hoping Jenny
didn't make anything more out of the incident. How could
she explain it to her best friend? How could she tell
Jenny that her touch had turned the young witch on? That
her cunt had gotten really wet on when Jenny had sucked
and licked all the chocolate from her hand? That when
her friend had squeezed her knee, she'd had a mind-
blowing, movie screen-flashing orgasm?
Jenny caught up with her a moment later, and without
another word, they re-entered the theatre and watched
the remainder of the movie. Sabrina wasn't sure what
effects that flash would have on the innocent moviegoers,
but they seemed to be doing okay right now. They were
certainly quieter, and were staring intently at the
large screen in front of them, but nothing more than
that seemed to be happening.
Afterwards, as the two girls were carried along on the
river of fellow movie-goers, Sabrina realized with
horror that she was not wearing any underwear! She must
have forgotten them in her mad rush to dress when Jenny
came in to get her!
A quick trip to the bathroom resulted in disappointment.
There was no underwear to be seen in the stall she had
occupied earlier. So Sabrina was left without
undergarments for the remainder of the evening, and they
still had an appointment at the Slicery. Not only that,
but Sabrina was still wet with arousal, and didn't know
how long she could keep from touching herself.
Nervously, Sabrina joined up with Jenny outside the
washroom, and together the two friends headed to the
local teenager hang-out joint. At this time of night, on
this day of the week, it was jam-packed with teenagers
and families having a good time together. The serving
staff were all rushing to take orders, fill orders, and
to make sure all the Slicery's patrons were taken care
of. The kitchen staff were cranking out pizzas and other
delicious foods as fast as their practiced hands would
let them.
The young witch looked around furtively, hoping no one
in the tightly-packed eatery noticed that she had
pleasured herself just recently. She avoided making eye
contact with everyone, and tried not to look at Jenny
too much, just in case she had another episode of
uncontrolled lust. Blushing, Sabrina was certain
everyone who looked at her could see what she had done.
Jenny, sitting across from the petite blonde, noticed
something was wrong immediately.
"Sabrina, what is it?" the perky redhead asked,
concerned that her best friend might be ill.
Sabrina froze, thought quickly. "You know, Jenny, I
don't feel all that great right now. Maybe we could
postpone our dinner for another night? I'm really
sorry."
Jenny smiled, making Sabrina's heart pound. "Oh, that's
okay. We wouldn't be really having fun if you're not up
to it. We'll just reschedule, no big deal. Come on, I'll
walk you home."
"Thanks." Sabrina hugged her friend, pressing her tits
against her friend's, hoping Jenny wouldn't notice her
erect nipples. To her surprise, she felt two distinct
hard points pressing into her chest--Jenny's nipples
were hard! The little blonde's mind was a whirlwind of
excitement, confusion, and arousal. Did Jenny feel the
same way as she did? Maybe her friend was cold? Or maybe
the movie had chilled her? Was she reading too much into
this seemingly simple embrace? Was she reading too
little?
All these questions swirled around Sabrina's brain the
entire way home. To top it all off, Jenny had taken hold
of her hand on that last block, and squeezed it
affectionately several times. The blonde witch was
almost hyperventilating, she was so excited. But how
could she find out for sure how Jenny felt about her?
She couldn't very well just come right out and ask her
("hey Jenny, you wanna hump or what?").
At the Spellman's doorstep, the two embraced again, and
this time, Sabrina could not feel Jenny's little buds.
Nevertheless, she was hard, anticipating Jenny's
responses to her questions, her clit throbbing in time
to her heartbeat. "So," she said softly as she pulled
reluctantly away from those loving arms. "Do you want to
come up for a bit?"
"Okay."
Was that a sparkle in Jenny's eye? Thrusting all
conjecture into a small corner of her mind, Sabrina
resolved to ask Jenny outright how she felt about her.
That would clear up any and all confusion, and would get
everything out in the open right off the bat, before she
did anything to or about Jenny that she would regret
later on. The two girls made their way upstairs, pausing
only a moment to say hello to Aunts Hilda and Zelda and
tell them that they were going upstairs.
"Sabrina, is Jenny staying the night?"
"I dunno, Aunt Zelda. We haven't decided yet!" Sabrina
called back as she disappeared upstairs with her friend.
*
In her bedroom, Sabrina watched for a moment as Jenny
sat at her dresser, brushing out a few knots from her
hair. What to do, what to do? she asked herself, hoping
her subconscious could give her the answer she so
desperately needed. After a minute with no answer
forthcoming, she made an executive decision.
Sitting on her bed, she gazed longingly at Jenny's
gorgeous hair as the redhead ran the brush over it.
Steeling her nerve, she took the plunge. "Uh, Jenny?
There's something I need to talk to you about."
"Yeah?" Jenny paused in her brushing, and looked
expectantly at Sabrina through the mirror.
"Uh..." Sabrina's voice caught in her throat.
"Is something wrong, Sabrina? You've been like this all
night." Jenny put down the brush and leaped to Sabrina's
side on the bed. "Are you sick? Should I get your aunts
to call a doctor?" She put a hand to the blonde's
forehead, but felt nothing out of the ordinary. "What is
it? Is it about your cousin's clothes? I can change
right now if it's a problem." Jenny pulled off the
overalls, and was about to remove the shirt, when
Sabrina shook her head.
"It's... not the clothes. That's o-okay."
A hot flush rose in Sabrina's cheeks and chest. The
proximity of her friend on the bed made her hot with
lust and desire for Jenny, this stunning angel who had
been through so much with her. What had to be said, had
to be said now.
"JennyIloveyou!" she blurted, and immediately buried her
flushed face in her small hands, half-anticipating,
half-fearing Jenny's next words.
"Hey, is that all that's been bothering you?" Jenny
admonished, gently raising Sabrina's head. "You goof,
you're my best friend. Hey, look at me. If that's what's
been eating at you tonight, don't sweat it. You don't
have to be embarrassed to tell me that."
With that, Jenny enfolded Sabrina in a warm hug, driving
away part of Sabrina's shame. The redhead gave the
blonde a soft, but lingering kiss on the cheek, then
another. Softly, she soothed, "It's okay. Because I love
you too. We were meant to be together. 'Best friends
forever', remember?"
"I know, but you don't understand, Jenny," Sabrina
explained, not releasing her tight hold on the girl she
loved. "I don't just love you... I'm IN LOVE with you. I
just realized that I've been in love with you for a
long, long time."
A moment of silence passed, and Sabrina was overjoyed
that Jenny hadn't loosened her hold. The young witch's
breath quickened, in the hopes that her friend would
reciprocate her love, for then Sabrina would be truly
happy. All thoughts of Harvey had disappeared in Jenny's
heavenly embrace.
"Sabrina," Jenny said finally, "you're wrong."
The sorceress started and drew back from the redhead,
aghast at what she had just heard. It wasn't until Jenny
went to her purse that she understood. The redhead
pulled something out and walked back to the bed, her
eyes dancing with light, and the hard buds of her
nipples poking out of the thin shirt.
"You're wrong, Sabrina. I DO understand." Jenny returned
to her place beside Sabrina on the bed, and handed her
the object taken from her purse: the panties Sabrina had
orgasmed into, and thought she'd left in the theatre's
bathroom. That was why Jenny had been a few moments
behind Sabrina when she came out. "I wondered why you
had spent so much time in the bathroom," Jenny
explained. "I thought you were sick or something, but
when I went into the stall and found these, I just...
knew that there was more to it."
Sabrina's heart pounded in her chest and her ears.
Everything Jenny said was accompanied by the rhythmic
lub-dub of the blood rushing to every part of her body.
"I want to tell you, Sabrina, once and for all, that I
DO love you, and that no matter what happens, I want us
to be together forever, both in spirit... and body."
With that, Jenny leaned in closer, and covered Sabrina's
soft lips with her own. The kiss lasted only a moment,
but to Sabrina, it was a lifetime of pure bliss; the
comfort and security of nirvana slowly, but pleasurably,
heating her blood and her loins. Then, the reality of
what she had to do kicked in, and she was forced to pull
away from the passionate contact.
"What's wrong?" asked Jenny, her soft hand coming up to
stroke Sabrina's silken hair. "Am I going too fast?"
"N-no." Sabrina took a deep breath, and revealed her
second, bigger secret. "Now that we know how we feel,
there's something else I have to tell you, something
I've been keeping from you." She took two breaths this
time, reveling in every time Jenny touched her, in case
it was the last. She wanted to remember only the good
times.
"I'm a witch." The admission was simple, explicit. She
stilled Jenny's impending comment with a wave. "A real
live witch. I can do magic with a thought. My two aunts
are witches, too, and Salem's a witch who tried to take
over the world, but was caught, arrested and turned into
a cat for 100 years as punishment. The linen closet is a
doorway to the other realm, where magic is a way of
life. I just recently got my witch's learner's license,
so that when I turn eighteen, I can test to become a
full-fledged witch, but right now, I'm still only a
witch-in-training. I couldn't go on without telling you
the whole truth." She took a breath. "so there you have
it. Please don't leave, I want you so much." She took a
final breath, then shut her eyes tight, afraid of any
negative reaction.
After what seemed like hours of waiting for the world to
envelop her, the young witch opened her eyes. There sat
Jenny in front of her, as before, but this time the
redhead was completely naked! Her tight, round breasts,
her smooth pussy, already moist with desire, her soft,
creamy skin--all were bared to her. And Jenny was
staring at her intently, her eyes smoldering with a heat
borne of loving anticipation.
"I don't care if you're a witch or a frog," Jenny said
softly, staring straight into the teen witch's moist
eyes, her hand running up Sabrina's thigh. "But if you
don't fuck me right this instant, Sabrina Spellman, I'm
going to explode."
She attacked Sabrina's lips with her own, pressing her
down onto the bed. Sabrina could feel a tingling where
Jenny's mouth touched her own, and a fire where her
friend's tongue was trying to dart inside. The blonde
moaned, allowing the hot member to slide into her
throat, and reciprocated, groping Jenny's flesh, trying
to find all her hot spots at once.
Jenny tried unsuccessfully to remove her lover's
clothes, then contented herself with squeezing the
girl's soft breasts instead. Sabrina, still lip locked
with her friend, zapped her clothes away, and gasped as
Jenny's dexterous hands suddenly made contact with her
yielding skin. The enchantress felt lines of blissful
fire trail Jenny's fingers as they forged a path around
her hard nipples and up her neck to her soft face.
Tracing around her lover's lips, Jenny covered those
lines with her tongue, leaving the outline glistening
wet, and further inflaming Sabrina's body.
"Suck on my breasts," Sabrina panted, arching her back
off the bed to increase the contact with the redhead's
lips.
Her friend was only too glad to oblige, covering the
pert mounds with her mouth and swirling around the
nipple with her tongue. Further aroused by Sabrina's
cries of ecstasy, Jenny ran one of her hands up the
inside of her lover's thigh, and cupped the young
witch's cunt. She toyed with the blonde's pussy lips
with her fingers, and relished in the smaller girl's
pleading voice.
"Please, Jenny, don't tease me. Stick your fingers in my
pussy, please, fuck me, fuck me now..."
Her lover obliged her, working one slim finger into the
blonde's quivering pussy, teasing her clit with a thumb.
Sabrina gasped as a wave of warm pleasure coursed
throughout her body. Her blood raced at the intimate
contact with her most private of places, and she moaned
for Jenny to fuck her deeper, harder. The young
enchantress lowered her head to suckle at her friend's
breast, flicking the nipple with her agile tongue. The
blonde girl bit down gently on the extended nipple as
Jenny added a second digit to her firm finger-fucking.
Sabrina spread her legs even further in order to let
Jenny's fingers go in deeper with each thrust.
Releasing Jenny's breast, she noticed her redheaded
friend smearing something wet around her other nipple.
Jenny offered the breast to her new lover, who eagerly
took the wet flesh into her mouth. She tasted musky and
sweet, and Sabrina knew at once where she could get more
of the tasty fluid--from in between Jenny' thighs.
Taking the initiative, Sabrina pushed Jenny over so that
the redhead was on her back, still actively fingering
Sabrina's cunt. The young witch reluctantly disengaged
herself from Jenny's wonderful digits, and kissed her
lover passionately, no tongue this time. "Let me lick
you, Jenny."
"Do whatever you want, lover," Jenny sighed, spreading
her long legs.
Sabrina licked her friend's slit, tasting the musk that
she had sucked from the redhead's breasts a moment ago.
The blonde girl's face was soon covered by a mass of
sticky girl juice, and Jenny served up more of it when
she finally came.
Sabrina moved up to lie beside her friend and lover, who
kissed and licked the cum from her face. Sabrina sighed
deeply, happy that now her best friend knew everything
about her, and that she would never leave her side.
Sabrina kissed Jenny passionately and lovingly on the
lips, and snuggled in beside her to sleep, her head
nestled in Jenny's neck, and a hand on the redhead's
breast.
"I love you, Jenny," Sabrina yawned.
"I love you, too, Sabrina. My little witch." Jenny
kissed the top of Sabrina's head, and with one arm
around Sabrina's shoulders, pulled her closer, so that
one of Sabrina's legs covered her own.
Sabrina zapped the blanket over them, and the two lovers
quickly fell asleep.
*
Elsewhere in the house, Aunts Hilda and Zelda dissolved
the Wizard's Eye that they had cast to look into
Sabrina's room.
"Well," said Zelda, wrapping a leg around Hilda's naked
body as she had seen Sabrina do, "I guess Jenny's
staying the night."
Hilda stroked her sister's breast with a loving hand.
"I'm so happy that Sabrina has found someone to trust
with her secret."
"Like we did? But we're sisters, that doesn't count."
Hilda bent down to kiss her sister on the lips. "Yes, it
does, dearest.
Yes it does."
And the two sisters quickly fell asleep.
END
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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
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