Blood Orgy Of The Psychedelic Witch

Chapter 3

Harper and Emilia lay entwined on the bed, having just awaked from the slumber they slipped into. Happily nestled beside each other, they now looked up at the ceiling, their soft breathing the only audible sound. The way things were going pleased Harper to no end.

"You are my drug," Emilia muttered, looking into Harper's eyes.

"That's all I've wanted to be." She smiled down at Emilia. She always loved her light blue eyes. "We can go find Violet and make her jealous. Turn that cunt inside-out."

Emilia laughed. "Sounds wonderful."

They slowly rose from the bed and got dressed. There came a knock at the front door just as they were finishing. Then the sound of it opening was heard. Emilia felt a pang of anxiety at who could suddenly be intruding. But was relieved (as much as she could be) when Rose's voice floated down the hall.

"Hello? I hope we're not interrupting anything."

Two pairs of footsteps came towards them and Rose and Steven peered in at the two girls standing there.

"We were just leaving," Harper said with a gleam in her eyes.

"Anything to write home about?" Rose asked deviously.

Emilia began to blush, sparking something within Rose like a hunter cornering prey.

"Oooh, lucky Harper." She grinned at her.

"Close your legs, Rose," Harper shot back. "I can smell you from here." She grabbed her purse and pulled Emilia out of the room.

Rose wasn't going to ruin a perfect moment to satisfy herself. Not on her watch.

"Well they weren't open for you!"

"I'm well aware," Harper hissed back before she slammed the front door behind her.

She shrugged and meandered into the room. She was fully conscious of her own bitchiness—but it was fun as hell. Fun is what really mattered. People were her playthings when it really came down to it.

"I guess she won't be sniffing your panties anymore," Steven remarked.

His words cut into her, because she also realized that her life would change now that the two were seemingly together. Harper had a fixation that didn't include her roommate. She wasn't much fun in any other way. Rose flared at the idea of losing a playmate for some of her games.

And it was so very fun . . .she mused.

Steven was aware of Rose's love for manipulation. Thankfully for him, he wasn't a target. But it did riff him when she got vicious at others. He was never pleased to be around it. He couldn't be sure if she noticed this or not. However, it was something that always bothered him. If anything could come between them, it would be that.

She turned and looked at him gleefully. "I wanna trip again."

"We will. Soon." He wrapped his arms around her and went in for a kiss.

Rose couldn't remember all that had happened earlier. She knew that some things stayed with the trip. But found it disheartening nonetheless.
She pulled away from him. "I'm serious. I didn't realize I was missing out on so much till tonight. So many things are better. It . . . makes me realize how vanilla we can be."

Steven frowned. "I thought you liked everything we did."

"I do," she retorted, "but it made me realize that everything can be much better. We're friends with so many interesting people who do some of the wildest, sensuous things—and here we are settling for less."