Drake, Bewitched

The Real Her- Jezelda

I felt nervous as he slipped into bed beside me. I'd asked him to come, but as he now knew, I'd never been this close to a man before.

I had so many raging hormones and emotions that I didn't know what to do with them. Didn't know where to put myself. But I knew I wanted him to touch me.

Maybe I was trying to distract my mind from what had just been and what was ahead. But I knew emotions, and I knew energies, there was a strong desire between us. I felt it. He admitted it too, unless he was somehow playing me again. I could never know for sure and neither could he. We just had to trust each other, truly.

I felt his warmth behind me. The bed immediately felt better with him in it.

We lay there for a moment, and I expected him to come closer but he didn't.

How were two people meant to kiss? Zadie told me that the man was supposed to lead, had I broken that convention by inviting him here? But what if you really wanted it to happen? She'd explained how sex was for her too. That, I had no desire to lead.

"It's better in here," he finally said.

"I agree."

So that was it. Maybe he saw me as just a friend. A very complicated friend. Maybe that's as far as his desire went, and that was totally understandable. We lived in two very different worlds, brought together by some very strange means.

I lay there wide awake, my eyes open to his bedroom which looked unfamiliar in the dark.

"Baby," He finally said. "Come here."

His deep voice made my pussy feel hot.

As I edged myself toward him, I felt an insatiable spark of joy.

"I wonder," I said thoughtfully, my hips propped up against his groin "how many girls have slept in this bed?"

"Oh wow," he said. I could feel him grinning, and his body tense and release as he chuckled a little.

"That bad?" I giggled. I meant to tease him, I knew the the number in my head was probably only a third of the true amount.

"Man, I can't even tell you you're the first witch."

"That's okay," I said softly, reminded then of our reality.

In his bed, my body against his stiff stature, I felt like a normal woman and him a normal man. This was an experience I was supposed to be having, it felt right. It was easy to forget that he was Drake and I was a witch.

"You're my favorite though," he said bringing one large arm around me.

I'd never felt protected like this before. The only safety I knew were spells, this was primal. It felt different.

I sighed and turned around, "I bet you say that to all the girls."

"You're a cutie," he said, "I knew that from the moment I saw you."

In the dark, I could just about make out some of his features. The night sky twinkled from the glass windows behind him.

His lips though, large and a few millimeters away from my own were as clear as day. I couldn't stop staring. So I didn't. And I continued to flirt.

"Even when you saw me acting crazy."

"Of course," he said, "you're fiery, I like a passionate woman."

"Hmm, so I'm seducing you now am I?"

"No baby," he said, as he wrapped his arm around me, petting the back of my head, "I'm seducing you."