Black Magic Women

5

Ms. Wardwell walked towards the door, expecting some drunk teen asking for the way. She had felt a drunk presence coming towards her house a while ago. Teenager often got lost after a party and so once or twice a month, she would find them in front of her door. They would make a good meal and so she hurried towards the door in anticipation of what was to come.

"Zelda?" she asked, clearly surprised, after she had laid eyes on the drunk witch, instead of a teenager. The drunk presence made a good job at blurring information and therefore Ms. Wardwell hadn't been able to make out any more details, leaving her with little to none. She had been expecting a lot but not that.

Zelda stormed past her, swaying a bit, and left a speechless Ms. Wardwell at the door.

"Well come on in," she said as she rolled her eyes and closed the door, before following the witch into her living room. She certainly wasn't in the mood for one of her many lectures and wondered what she had done wrong this time. She had avoided thinking about the witch since she had stumbled into her dream, finding a horrifying image.

Now that the ginger had found access to her whiskey, clearly enjoying it, she found it rather hard to concentrate. A drop escaped the corner of her mouth, rolling down her cheek and neck until it disappeared beneath her dress. She stopped herself from staring and made her way towards the drunk witch.

She wanted to take the bottle out of her hands but Zelda was smart enough to move it out of her reach and hide it behind her back, pushing her breasts out without noticing. Zelda was so drunk she didn't notice anything but the burning need deep within her.

"Are you finished playing that little game of yours? I'd like my whiskey back and for you out that door," Ms. Wardwell said, more than just annoyed. She had a low tolerance and Zelda's sudden display of cleavage confused her more than she cared to admit.

She knew it was wrong but somehow she couldn't stop herself from letting her eyes check out the rest of her body. She gulped as she moved her eyes back up, less confident than before. The sudden interest in the witch made her question herself.

"I want you to stay- uhh away from me," Zelda exclaimed and almost fell backwards. Her heels made walking more difficult than necessary and so she kicked them off, shrinking a few inches.

"But you are the one that keeps coming to me," Ms. Wardwell said, confused by the other woman. Maybe she was confusing her with somebody else. She didn't really care and knew she needed to get her out of her living room soon. She thought about things she had never allowed herself to think about and that the person, who had made her think those things, was present made it harder for her to collect her thoughts.

"No, I'm not," Zelda said and started to walk sideways. Ms. Wardwell saw her falling and couldn't just let it happen and so she wrapped her arms around Zelda's torso, catching her before she had the chance to fall. Zelda laughed as Ms. Wardwell tried to pull her into an upright position and wrapped her arms around her neck.

Ms. Wardwell grew steadily more uncomfortable. The sudden proximity of the witch made her whole body tense and she knew it was the good kind of tension. She inhaled the sweet scent of roses and death as Zelda's hair brushed against her face softly.

Oh, what she would give to run her hands through her hair. The two of them stood close to each other and Zelda's body pressed against her own made Ms. Wardwell's stomach flutter slightly.

As Zelda wrapped her arms around her neck and looked deep into her eyes, she had already forgotten why she was mad at the witch. All she knew was the longing for those soft looking lips to press against her own made her legs weak and heart beat at a quicker pace.

She had to separate Zelda from her and regain her senses. She didn't know why her body betrayed her like that but she needed to calm down and pull herself together.

She tried to push at her hips lightly but felt a resistance. Eyes still locked, the two witches stood in the living room frozen in time. Zelda found herself being pulled towards those mesmerizing blue eyes and diving deep into the burning passion that she had never experienced before. She pushed her body closer towards Ms. Wardwell's. It was just another dream, the witch had told herself.

Ms. Wardwell felt her body burning underneath the touch of Zelda and a strange force pulled her towards the witch. Before she knew it, she felt soft lips press against her own and closed her eyes, enjoying the slight tingle in her lower region as she accepted Zelda's kiss.

Instead of pushing her hips away, she moved her arms around Zelda's back and pulled her even closer, desperately needing close contact. She felt Zelda's fingers playing with the roots of her hair as she licked over her lips, begging for entrance.

She opened her lips slowly, feeling Zelda's wet tongue slide into her mouth and their tongues started a fight over dominance. She squeezed Zelda's side, feeling the need to rip her dress right off her. Zelda's tongue teasing her was enough to let her forget every lover she had ever had. This was enough to send her over the edge.

She felt Zelda's hand move down her back and stop at the hem of her skirt.

That was when she snapped back into reality and realized what she was doing. Shocked, she pushed Zelda off her and took a few steps back, covering her mouth in pure horror. She couldn't believe what they had done and that she... enjoyed it.

Zelda's drunken state seemed to realize exactly what she had been doing and the pure terror showed on her face.

"I am so sorry," Zelda said before she stumbled towards the door.

Still too shocked about the events, Ms. Wardwell let her go and sunk into her couch, confused. She covered her face with her hands and sighed deeply. This was turning into a serious problem too quickly and her mind was racing too hard for her to find a solution.