The Enchantress and Her Heart Ch. 01

Thanks to Devilgirlxvii for her help in editing this story and all the following chapters.



The Enchantress and Her Heart
Chapter 1

The Unexpected Encounter



"Mom, for my eighteen birthday, I want to have sex with Randall Savage," young Mackenzie Jones told her mother from the doorway to her parents' room.

Janet Jones paused as she was putting a diamond earring into her left ear and turned to face her daughter. Mackenzie was the joy of her and Richard's life, and they had given her everything they possibly could without spoiling her. Rules had always been set for Mackenzie, limits were enforced, and punishment had always been severe yet not cruel. No always meant no—without exception—and this mindset had kept their precious daughter from becoming a wild girl whose exploits were shown on television and newspapers for all eternity to remember. They had never been ashamed of Mackenzie, and they wanted to keep it that way.

Janet put the backing on her earring and turned to lean back against her dressing table. Tonight, she wore a long, black dress, the skirt of which was studded with sequins. The dress was strapless, held up only by Janet's ample bosom, the cleavage of which as deep as the cups pressed her breasts together yet still gave her a full-figured look. She was one of the most beautiful women alive in Mackenzie's eyes.

"Why Randall Savage?" Janet asked her daughter, curious as to what her answer might be. She did not ask about the bizarreness of the request. She and Richard had made it very clear that if Mackenzie waited until she was eighteen to have sex, they would hire her a male prostitute if she so wanted. They did not want Mackenzie getting pregnant while she was still in high school, and while she still had a few months until graduation, as far as they knew, she had never had sex with a boy. Both of her parents were proud of that fact.

Mackenzie stepped into the master bedroom and sat down on her parents' black, four-poster bed with clean, white bedspread and pillows. Janet watched her daughter carefully, admiring the beautiful girl who had developed into a gorgeous young woman before her very eyes. Mackenzie was as fashion-forward as every girl in her private school, but at home, she was a slob who wore t-shirts and ratty jeans. It did not take away from her beauty, though.

She had just turned eighteen a few days ago and had had a big celebration with all of her friends. Again, they had not spoiled her, but Mackenzie's parents had elaborated on her more than they probably should have. Still, Mackenzie had not asked for anything outrageous for her birthday, and she had received nothing outrageous. Now Janet was beginning to realize why.

"Why Randall Savage?" her mother asked again, crossing her slim beneath her chest, almost supporting her breasts with them. While the dress was gorgeous, it did very little in the way of supporting her. She wished she could wear a bra with it.

Mackenzie met her mother's violet eyes and did not look away. She knew that the key to getting any request approved by either of her parents was to answer honestly while never breaking eye contact. She had to show she was positive about her decision and that she had thought the request through. It was like giving a business expense report that needed approval by the board.

"Why Randall Savage?" she asked, reiterating the question to show that she was going to answer. "He's been a friend of our family's for years, so I trust him," Mackenzie said. She felt her stomach begin to twist and her throat went slightly dry. It was like giving an oral report in school, something she was never particularly fond of, but this was necessary. She just had to grin and bear it. She refused to clear her throat, for Janet might see that was a sign of uncertainty, and Mackenzie could not appear uncertain in the slightest. "He likes me," she continued, forcing moisture into her mouth, "though I am not foolish enough to think he's ever thought of me as a sexual partner." She threw that last bit in to show that she had been thinking about this for a while—which she had been—since she was sixteen. "I also don't think he would laugh at such a request if you made it of him. He also has experience, and that combined with his caring for me tells me that he will make sure I am not hurt physically or mentally when I give him my virginity."

"You're still a virgin?" Janet asked in surprise, wanting to see if she could trip her daughter into revealing she had had a sexual partner before.

"I have been thinking about Mr. Savage for a while," Mackenzie said, not falling for the trick. "I thought keeping my virginity might help improve my odds with you and Dad of getting him."

"I see," Janet said, contemplating what her daughter had said so far. "And have you...ever done anything with a boy?"

Mackenzie lowered her eyes for the first time and shook her head. "No," she answered truthfully, feeling her face flush red.

"Not even...a kiss?" her mother inquired gently.

She shook her head again; Janet could see that her daughter was very broken up by the confession. Janet lowered her arms and walked over to the bed to sit down beside Mackenzie. Janet took her into her arms and held her daughter close.

"You've been on dates," her mother said. "You didn't let a boy kiss you then?"

"I was afraid that a kiss might lead to more," Mackenzie said, burying her face in her mother's breast. "I didn't want to risk making a boy think I wanted to have sex with him when I wanted to keep my virginity."

Janet took a deep breath and began stroking Mackenzie's arm as she held her daughter. "Sweetie," she began gently, "no boy ever has a right to have sex with you if you say no. You can kiss boys and tell them it doesn't mean they can expect you to take your clothes off. But you can still suck boys off and keep your virginity. Are you telling me you haven't even done that?"

"N-No," Mackenzie said, growing slightly uncomfortable with the direction the conversation was going.

Janet pulled back and lifted Mackenzie's chin with a finger. "Have you ever seen a boy naked?" she asked.

Mackenzie turned her eyes away. "No," she said softly. "I wanted to be a good girl that you would be proud of."

Janet hugged Mackenzie again. "And you are," she said, her heart swelling within her breast. "But you're still a girl, Mackenzie, and even if your father and I asked you not to have sex, there are still other things you can do with a boy that doesn't involve actual intercourse."

"Like what?" she asked.

Janet's light purple eyes widened. "Like...a sixty-nine," she said. "Or anal sex...mutual masturbation...All of those things you can do with a boy and not have to worry about getting pregnant—as long as the boy wears a condom, that is. You've never experimented with any of that?"

"I've never even masturbated myself," Mackenzie said softly.

Janet's eyes went wide as saucers and she pushed Mackenzie back a little to look at her again. "You've never...You've never touched yourself?" she asked in surprise.

Mackenzie shook her head gently, feeling her heart sink.

Janet hugged her close again, feeling her stomach tremble with pity for her beautiful daughter. "Oh, sweetie, I'm so sorry that you didn't understand what your father and I were asking of you," she said. "You should have asked if you wanted to do something. You know your father and I are very open with you about sex. We've never been ones to shy away from the subject!"

"I know, Mom, but...well..." Mackenzie fell quiet, not sure what she was trying to say.

Janet sighed. "Poor thing...sexually repressed at eighteen, and we certainly did not mean for you to be." She looked at her daughter again. "You know, Mr. Savage might not want to have to train you in the ways of sex if he even decides to have sex with you. It might be good to have a least a little practice beforehand." She reached out and stroked Mackenzie's short brown hair. "So, you've never had oral sex before? Have you even held a penis?"

Mackenzie shrugged. "Well, I've...seen a boy's penis before, but I've never touched—"

"You mean in a book?" Janet asked curiously.

"Well, there was a party last March..." Mackenzie began before trailing off.

"Yeah?" her mother asked, growing a little excited.

"But I didn't...go down on a guy or anything," she said, her voice growing smaller with each word. She remembered that party, how all of the girls there seemed eager to go down on the guys that were present, and how Mackenzie really didn't want to. She mostly remembered the promise she had made to her mom and dad, but also...the boys just seemed so immature. She could not imagine doing anything with one of them.

Janet stroked her daughter's arm. "You do know how to get a guy excited, though, right?" she asked. "I mean, what would you do if you wanted to go down on a guy...you know, now that you know you can."

Mackenzie shrugged her slim shoulders. "I don't...know..." she said softly. "I guess...I guess I'd have to...get them turned on..."

"But how, sweetie?" Janet reached hesitantly out and then stroked her daughter's hair. "Tell me."

"Make out with them," Mackenzie said, though her statement was more of a question. She wasn't really sure what her mother was expecting. "Touch them, I suppose."

"You don't have to be shy around me, Kenzie," she said, stroking her daughter's arm with the back of one finger. "Tell me."

"Get them hard," Mackenzie said and cleared her throat. She was suddenly so thirsty. Even though she was able to talk to her parents about sex, she had never really needed—or wanted—to. Now that her mother was asking her all sorts of questions, Mackenzie was finding it hard to actually talk about them.

"So do you think you can make out with a guy?" Janet inquired, her finger still tracing undefined patters on Mackenzie's arm. A small smile crept across her lips when she saw her daughter's flesh start to goose bump. "Do you know how to make out?"

Mackenzie looked up into her mother's eyes and swallowed. "Not...with a guy," she confessed in a small voice. "But I know you just...kiss and use your tongue a lot."

Janet arched an eyebrow at her young daughter's words. "What do you mean not with a guy?" she asked with an intrigued smile. Mackenzie turned away and Janet grabbed her arm. "Tell me, honey. You know I will not be judgmental in the least. Did you...make out with a girl? One of your classmates?"

"I don't...I don't want to get anyone into trouble," Mackenzie told her.

"The only one in trouble will be you if you don't tell me!" Janet said excitedly. "Who was it?"

Mackenzie sighed and confessed quickly, "Xiaofan Tsay."

"Xiaofan?" her mother asked for clarification. She blinked, stunned by what Mackenzie had just said. "Wow, I'm impressed you got her to make our with you. I always thought she was a cold fish because of her upbringing. Good on you, Kenzie! So, tell me how you liked it!"

"We didn't...really do much," she said. "We were just fooling around one day, and she dared me to kiss her so I did. We only made out for a few seconds."

"Hon, with a beauty like her, a few seconds can give memories for a lifetime. Have you kissed anyone else?"

Mackenzie shook her head.

"Did you two...take off your clothes?" she asked hopefully.

Mackenzie shook her head again.

Janet's red lips drew down. "That's too bad!" she commented sadly. "So, did you use your tongue with her?"

"A little," Mackenzie said, "but I didn't think I was doing it right, so I stopped and we just...kissed until I told her to stop."

"Why on Earth would you tell that beautiful girl to stop?" Janet had to wonder.

"Mom!" Mackenzie said in shock.

"Oh, please, you know I like women just as much as men," Janet said. "I mean, you know where your father and I are going tonight, after all." She laughed and sighed. "Xiaofan! Wow! But you know that I just want you to be happy, right? Honey, I don't know if I can ask Mr. Savage for such a thing. I mean, we both know that he likes you, but...it's more like family than...well, sexually. He's probably going to say no just for that reason alone!"

"But can't you at least ask him?" Mackenzie asked nervously. "Please?"

"No," Janet said firmly, standing up. She walked over to her vanity and picked up her cellphone, turning it on. "If you want to have sex with him, you are going to call him yourself and ask him. You're eighteen now, and you're old enough to take control of your life." She handed the phone to her daughter. "But yes or no, your father and I will be here for you, so don't feel you have to be upset alone, all right?"

Mackenzie took the phone from her mother and looked at the number waiting to be dialed: Randall Savage. One of the most important men in the computer industry with a Fortune 500 company that kept steadily rising. Looking at his picture in the contact information, Mackenzie knew she was right—he was the only one she wanted taking her virginity. Even if he spent only one night with her, it would be enough to quench the fires engulfing her loins. She saw strength in his picture, in the chiseled jaw and short, dark hair that covered his head. She had no idea of when this picture had been taken, but it had been years at least. He may have started going grey by now, balding perhaps—as her father was starting to—but it did not matter to her. She wanted him, no matter what he looked like now.

"Take off your clothes, darling," Janet said, her eyes roaming over her daughter's luscious body.

"What?" Mackenzie asked, not sure she had heard her right.

"Take off your clothes before you call him," she repeated. "If you're naked, you won't be flustered when you ask him."

"Mom!" Mackenzie protested. "I'll be even more flustered!"

"Off," her mother ordered. She took the phone from her daughter. "Or I could just hit delete and lose his number."

Mackenzie's brown eyes flew wide. "You wouldn't!"

"Oops, there goes the 'E' in his last name," she said. "And for every second I don't see you taking your clothes off...well, two more letters are gone...."

"Mom!" Mackenzie hesitated but realized her mother was not joking. She quickly pulled her shirt off over her head to stand before her mother in just her pink bra and jeans. The bra's full cups did nothing to hide the teenager's cleavage, though it did not press her breasts together the way her mother's dress was doing hers. Mackenzie's stomach was not completely flat, having just a slight roundness to it that made it look sexy and oh-so-lick-able. Janet felt herself growing wet as she stared at her beautiful daughter, imagining what she looked like naked.

"That's a good start," Janet said, her eyes roaming Mackenzie's curves. Mackenzie swallowed nervously as her mother watched her, and while part of her did not want to go further, the sexual side of her was screaming for her to take her clothes off. "But all of it has to go," Janet told her. She made a twirling motion with her finger.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," Mackenzie grumbled as she kicked off her shoes and began unbuttoning her jeans. She pushed them down to her feet before she could think better of it, and her stomach fluttered nervously as she realized she was almost naked in front of her mother. Then again, she realized Janet had seen her in plenty of bikinis growing up, and she was still—at the moment—wearing more than they showed. But she knew her mother was not going to be satisfied until Mackenzie was in nothing but her birthday suit. She growled and kicked her shoes off along with her socks. She pulled her jeans off and then stood before her mother in her pink bra and matching thong.

"Naked," her mother said, feeling how moist her panties were getting beneath her dress. She had not realized until just now how much she truly wanted to see her daughter's naked breasts and pussy.

"Mom, Dad could come in at any minute to get you!" Mackenzie hissed irritably as her legs trembled and her stomach flip-flopped. "I'd die if he caught me like this!"

"Hon, he's seen you naked before," Janet reminded her.

"When I was a baby!" she nearly screamed.

"Oh, look, his name is gone," her mother said, turning the phone towards her. "And you know I'm really bad with remembering numbers. Once they start going..."

"Fine." Mackenzie reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. She tossed it with the rest of her clothes and then pushed her panties down to her feet to stand before her mother as naked as the day she was born. Mackenzie glowered and said, "There—satisfied?" as she crossed her arms over her breasts.

"Arms down," her mother told her, truly admiring the shape of Mackenzie's body like she would a statue in a museum. She was like the Venus de Milo, only more beautiful in Janet's eyes. She would love to have an artist sculpt her daughter. Unlike a lot of girls, Mackenzie had some meat on her. She was far from what one might consider fat, but she wasn't as tone as other girls her age. She had what her mother considered a classic hourglass figure with heavy breasts capped with nipples that were a few shades darker than her naturally tanned skin. Mackenzie had a slim waist that flared into wide hips and thighs with just enough extra flesh on them to keep her from being considered skinny, though standing as she was, she still had a gap between them through which her mother could see Mackenzie's thick labia and a small amount of pussy juice beginning to run down the insides of her legs. Mackenzie kept herself shaved, and her mother was proud to see no bumps or irritated skin on her mound. She was truly beautiful—almost more so than her gorgeous mother.

"Very nice," Janet approved, stepping closer to her. She admired the gentle curves of Mackenzie's body, how they dipped and flared where they should, giving her just the right appeal. With a body like hers, Janet was very surprised some boy hadn't tried to get her between her legs by now. She was more surprised that Mackenzie hadn't let someone. "You are beautiful," she said. "My little girl has all grown up."

"Mom..." Mackenzie indicated the phone.

"Oh, right." Janet quickly typed Savage's name back into the contact and then handed the phone to her daughter.

Mackenzie's heart beat rapidly in her chest as she swallowed against the lump forming in her throat. Her thumb hovered over the number for a moment, and she was just about to press it when she saw a flash of light from her left. She looked over and saw her mother standing there with a digital camera.

"Mom!" she screamed.

"Baby, you are just too pretty not to take a picture of," her mother said.

"Delete that now!" Mackenzie screamed, rushing over to her.

Janet looked at the picture she had taken, a sly smile forming on her lips. "No, this is going in my private folder on my computer," she said. "Don't worry, no one will see it but me."

"I don't want you to see it!" Mackenzie said. "Please, Mom, just delete it!"

"Delete wha—Oh my God!"

Mackenzie screamed when she heard her father's voice and turned to see him quickly turning away. "Dad! Knock before you enter a bedroom!" she yelled, quickly covering herself up with her arms.

"It's my bedroom!" he told her, feeling his face growing red. He wanted to turn around and get a better look but knew he probably shouldn't. "What are you doing naked in it?"

"She's trying to prove that she's worthy of the birthday present she wants," Janet told her husband, stepping over to him. She turned on the camera, showing him the picture she had taken. "Isn't she just gorgeous, honey?"

"Mom! Don't show him!" Mackenzie screamed, her face growing red as a beet. "God, I've got two messed up parents!"

"Wow, she's almost as beautiful as you are," Richard Jones said, admiring the picture. He felt his cock stiffen inside his slacks as his eyes traveled over his daughter's captured body. "You really caught a great picture of her," he told his wife.