What the Spell

Chapter Eleven: My First Time

NOTE: Everything that is in italicied is good for ANYONE to read, and the regular text is the sex scene. If you're perverted, read on. If not, PLEASE read the italicised text because there's some important stuff.

ALSO: Skip down to the bottom, because there is some italicised stuff down there as well!Anyway... enjoy!

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“So, what do you think about me staying in my classes?” I asked Celeste. It was Friday, and she had made her decision.

She sighed. “You honestly seem like a complete hazard in class, as every spell you have spirals out of control.” Well, way to be positive. She did continue, however, “Although, you do manage to easily grab control with Chris around, and seeing how other witches control their magic could help. And, with me there since I’ve examined your powers and have somehow grasped a concept of how they work… I’m keeping you in class.”

“Ok, thanks.”

She nodded and added, “But, we will be doing private tutoring for an hour after school ends, and for three hours on the weekends. Sound good?”

“Ok,” I easily agreed. “Deal.”

“Now, we won’t be doing it this weekend because I will be going back to the Council to tell them about the strength of your powers, and find some books for you that other students can’t handle. Alright?”

“Sounds good,” I awkwardly agreed. I was anxious to meet up with Chris. We’d made it so that we didn’t do anything sexual for the rest of the week, building up tension, and it was killing me. I don’t think that I’ve ever gone this long without anything sexual. It actually hurts, badly.

“I’m leaving now.”

“Bye, Celeste,” I said, hugging her.

“Bye.”

After she left, I instantly got dressed. I had spent hours the previous night trying to pick out the perfect lingerie for the night, and I’d eventually settled on a red, push-up bra that was lacy and strapless. For the underwear, I had pulled out a thong, even though they were uncomfortable and I tried to never wear them. But, I hoped that Chris would like it.

I put on jean shorts and a simple blue top before I went with my friends down to the lake, and I was practically sprinting. “Have fun, girl!” laughed Scarlett, and I was too excited to blush.

I sprinted over to a tree we had planned to meet at, and I sat down to get my thoughts together before I actually did it.

I would be lying if I told you I wasn’t nervous. Honestly, if a girl wasn’t nervous, there was something wrong with her. I knew that I wanted to have sex, and I also knew that I wanted my first time to be with someone who loved me, and Chris had made it pretty clear that he loved me. It was just stray nerves.