Witch Juice Ch. 02

A cacophony of cackling keystrokes emanated throughout the air as a young man's fingers danced along a keyboard, sending a cascade of numbers and letters to a computer screen that served as the only light source within the dark, college dormitory room. He occasionally sipped at the now cold coffee at his corner desk, wincing at the taste but feeding on the burst of energy it gave him. He confidently sat straight up at his chair, but would often squint and lean forward, peering at the screen as if a closer look at his code would somehow help in solving his issue. With a usual disappointing shake of the head, he would sit back in his chair once more.

"Fuck, my, ass." A usual ritualistic phrase that served to relieve his tension somewhat. Most people that knew him got used to hearing those odd words. Was he asking for something up his ass? Was he cursing out his butt? No, he would explain to the uninitiated: it's just something he says when he's annoyed.

A sudden knock at the door caused his weary body to suddenly shoot up at attention.

"Hello-o-o?" A woman's shrill voice sang through his door. "You awa-a-ake?" The man jutted his jaw to the side in annoyance at how she purposely elongated her words. But he could not help but let loose a smirk as he walked up to the door- but he quickly put his best annoyed face back on as he went for the knob.

"You really took it to heart when I said talking like that was annoying, huh?" He opened the door revealing a short, tan woman who was at least a whole head shorter than him.

"Yeah, I- Oh, god, Emmett!" she suddenly shouted, covering her eyes. "Put on some pants!" Emmett sighed and looked down. Lost in thought, he forgot to put on pants and was only wearing a grey shirt and red, checkered boxers. He quickly slammed the door in the woman's face.

"Ew, ew, ew, ew..." the woman repeated constantly from behind the door, between stifled laughter.

"Yeah, ew, ew, ew..." Emmet parroted back. He would be more embarrassed, but this happens at least once every two months. He swiftly tore the jeans out of his laundry basket and practically jumped in them, zipping them closed and opening the door back up.

The short woman had her hands on her hips and she leered at Emmett with a facetious smile. "Hello, Emmett." she hissed out.

"Hello, Jenna." he hissed back. He made way and motioned her in with an overly dramatic bow. Jenna giggled as she walked in. Emmett couldn't help but crack a smile. Jenna's giggling didn't ring in his ears so much as they gave him an all-around, warm feeling as his cheeks blushed up with a gentle heat.

Emmett had always felt this way about Jenna, ever since he met her seven years ago, on his first day of high school. Their meeting wasn't some serendipitous event. She simply walked up to him and said "Hi!" Emmett wasn't good at small talk back then, so he was super grateful that he had seen the same movie as she did over that past summer: "Ultra Monkey Man 2: Dragon Slayer". Ever since that day, for him, there was no greater feeling than seeing her. Just her presence alone, be it up close, or across an auditorium, his heart would flutter and his stomach would tingle with butterflies. Jenna always had a warm aura, and just the sight of her caused all of Emmett's stress to simply evaporate into thin air.

"Bang!" Jenna turned her upper torso to Emmett and pretended to shoot him with her finger. With a small wink, she blew out the imaginary smoke from her finger gun. She stared at him seriously with her big, brown eyes, which glistened at Emmett, even in his dark room.

Even though Jenna and Emmett were good friends, she still intimidated him immensely. Because what just happened was probably the cutest thing that Emmett ever witnessed. And to Emmett, Jenna tops herself every day. And with that kind of cute power, Jenna could probably get any guy she wanted. There was no way that she'd want to be with a failed, shut-in code monkey like him. Any other guy should be blessed to deserve to hear her silly, joyful laughter at stupid things, and lucky to accept her undying kindness.

Also, it didn't help that Jenna was probably one of the hottest, most beautiful girls Emmett ever had the sweet chance to lay eyes on, let alone nearly every day.

Jenna stood firm and deadly serious in her shooting stance, waiting for a response from Emmett. As a woman, Jenna was short but stout. She had wide hips and most people would describe her as curvy, or even "playfully plump" as Emmett has coined to himself. Yet her compact size still puts her in the ballpark of "petite." Jenna was wearing a long-sleeved cerulean zip-up hoodie over a light grey tank top. As she made her rotation, her sweater zipped down a bit to reveal her cleavage- she probably had C-cups as Emmett observed, but they were still nice and perky and he even saw them bounce a couple of times at the beach when they went with a bunch of friends last summer. But the most tantalizing part was the fact that she was wearing short jean shorts that perfectly outlined her plump, round butt. As she "shot," her voluptuous yet small figure bounced a bit as Emmett eyed her rear down to her thick, tan legs- slightly muscular, he knew Jenna liked to run. Her pose, although cute, only served to highlight her thick, sexy figure, as if she was outright displaying her ass. As much as Emmett respected Jenna, he had multiple fantasies of his head being between those delicious bronze thighs.

But at this point, in his Junior year of college, seeing Jenna almost every day, Emmett was a master-class in keeping a boner down, even as his mind wandered to dark places while looking at her.

Emmett finally gave his response in an overly dramatic fashion as he suddenly clutched his chest: "Agh! You would, come here, shoot me, in my own pirate base?" He grumbled out in a nasally, villainous voice. He scrunched up his face in fake pain. He fell to his knees as Jenna looked down at him. Emmett pulled himself to Jenna's feet, writhing in theatrical pain. He clutched her ankle. Jenna continued to look down at him with the utmost seriousness. Emmett looked up at her, his painful expression now morphing into a confused look, almost begging for approval for his performance. He stared long at Jenna's stern face, having to resist this up-close chance of eyeing her solid, tan legs and plush ass. All he had to do was move his gaze a bit and his vision would be lost in between her pillowy ass cheeks. Finally, after what seemed like an awkward amount of seconds, she coughed out a snicker.

"Okay, that's not as bad as the acting in the movie," Emmett defended himself, loosening his tense pose of fake suffering.

"No, no, it was a very, uh... experimental performance." Jenna grinned brightly, showing all of her spotless white teeth as her eyes lit up and crinkled with joy. That was the best thing about Jenna's smile- she smiled with her whole face, and it was contagious as Emmett rolled out of position to stifle his blooming smile. Jenna started to laugh, and Emmett could only scratch the back of his head in embarrassment, but smile all the same.

"What's that from, Pirates vs. Aliens vs. Robots vs. Ninjas, right?" Emmett asked behind an intense grin.

"Uh, try Pirates vs. Aliens vs. Robots vs. Ninjas 2." she answered matter-of-factly, emphasizing the "2."

"Oh right, that really confusing one where I couldn't tell the aliens and robots apart."

"Uh, that's because you're robo-racist." Jenna playfully teased. She made herself go into a laughing fit, as she plopped herself on Emmett's bed. She unzipped her backpack and swiftly unloaded a binder and a pencil case as her storm of chuckling slowly subsided.

Emmett quickly objected through stifled laughter "Woah, woah, hey, you came here to do homework? It's not due until next week."

"Uh, yeah- today's Wednesday. It's already next week, remember? I came here last Friday..."

Emmett started counting the days on his fingers, slowly realizing his mistake.

"It's due tomorrow... Linear Algebra..." Jenna continued. Emmett blankly stared into Jenna's eyes as if he could change reality if he got lost in them for any longer.

"As in the day after today? Hello?" Jenna waved her hand in front of Emmett's face. Emmett snapped back to reality.

"Right, alright, got it, right, it's no big deal-"

"You didn't start it."

"I didn't start it."

Jenna fell back on the bed, exasperated. Emmett sighed.

"I know you told me to work on this," Emmett countered. "but I got too caught up in my-"

"Coding your game, Emmett?" Jenna sat back up and was clearly disappointed.

"Yes." Emmett fell back into his computer chair, defeated. Jenna looked back at Emmett. To his surprise, she looked more sympathetic than angry.

"Aidan will freak if catches you falling behind, you know-"

"Aidan's not my dad, Jenna." Emmett groaned out. "He's not my brother, he's just-"

"A friend that cares, Emmett. Those are in short supply."

"Aidan should worry about his valedictorian spot, I hear Thomas is the favorite now-"

"Emmett. Focus." Jenna leered at Emmett for trying to change the subject.

"Ok, listen," Emmett tracked back. "I know that you and Aidan care, but I have things mildly under control here. I have a hobby that I'm into maybe a tiny little bit-"

Jenna dramatically pointed to the many scattered about game design textbooks sprawled out on his desk, each stuck full of a colorful assortment of Post-It notes. Each note had chicken-scratch, jot-outs, and even rushed drawings scribbled all over them. "I'm pretty sure you have more video game design books than books for your actual classes."

"Maybe- that's not important."

"You're lucky, Emmett. I know things with your family aren't great back home, but you have a great friend in Aidan that's looking out for you."

Emmett smiled and nodded. "I know... I'll try to take my classwork more seriously."

Suddenly, Jenna's face became serious. "You know something, Emmett?" Her stern expression slowly morphed into a slight smile. " I wish I had what you had." Emmett's brow quickly wrinkled with confusion.

"What?" Emmett could help but let out a small laugh.

"Drive," Jenna responded. She smiled her big cheeky smile once more. Emmett smiled back, holding back laughter.

"That is a line from a movie," he asserted.

"Okay, you caught me, it is." Jenna couldn't help but smile widely at her dumb joke. Emmett shook his head, but behind her grin, he knew that she was really trying to say something.

"Let's work on it then?" Emmett winced a bit, anticipating a harsh response.

Jenna simply smirked back. "Fine- but you're not copying my answers."

"Oh dear, what will I do without your wrong answers.."

Jenna glared at Emmett. Emmett simply shrugged and took out his own books and pencil.

"Jesus, it's dark as hell in here," Jenna complained. She reached over to turn on Emmett's lamp in the corner of the room. Soon, Emmett's mess of a room was fully illuminated. Even more notebooks and textbooks on game design were sprawled out across the wooden flooring. A plethora of clothes and dubious rags were hung on every solid-standing object. His trash can was overflowing, two weeks past a trip to the dumpster. Loose change was scattered everywhere for some reason.

"Well, at least you're keeping in shape." Jenna nonchalantly said, pointing at a set of, light misaligned dumbbells on a half-rolled-up yoga mat. She shook her head with a blank expression. "No wonder your roommate left."

"Uh, he left for his own reasons, thank you very much... something to do with Adderall-" Emmett shook his head, but still feeling accomplished that Jenna acknowledged his exercise regimen. "Anyway..."

Jenna shifted her position on the bed. She laid on her stomach and opened her books on Emmett's pillow. Emmett eyed the outline of her laid-out figure as he could trace the large curvy humps that were the silhouette of her ass. His member hardened as he imagined pouncing on her right then and there, sticking it in between those glorious mounds... but he controlled himself and his thoughts, opening up his textbook in turn, discouraging the animal in his pants with some cold, hard math.

After an hour or so of hard studying, Emmett was nearly halfway done, and Jenna was on the last problem with her significant head start.

"E-e-emmett..." she called out, deceptively innocent.

"What?" Emmett answered sternly.

Jenna put on a little frown and pointed to her book. Emmett sighed and- after a quick and stealthy boner check- got up. He walked over and bent over to look at her problem.

"Oh, that's a complicated determinant you have to start with, I think then you have to-"

"You are going to break your spine like that, you know that?"

"What?"

Jenna scooted over. She patted the area of the bed beside her. "Lay do-o-own."

Emmett had to keep on his best poker face. His heart was about to beat out of his chest and out of this galaxy. He had to somehow call on some grand spiritual power to redirect all the blood that was currently rushing to his penis back up to his brain.

"I-" was the best that Emmett could find.

"Oh, come on." Jenna leered at Emmett. "We're friends, okay? Sheesh."

"Yeah.' Emmett assured himself. "Yeah, yeah. I know- I was just wondering if you'd be comfortable."

"Uh, it's a bed... pretty comfy stuff."

"Yeah, that makes it less awkward." Emmett quietly mumbled as he laid himself out.

"What?"

"Nothing."

Emmett laid out shoulder to shoulder with Jenna. Just his shoulder making contact with her sweater caused his skin to tingle with pathetic excitement. Somehow even his sheets were now taking on her blissful aroma- it was a rich, rosy scent, with hints of other earthy tones. It was incredibly refreshing and warmed Emmett's nose and diaphragm on the intake. And of course, the warmth quickly rushed to his penis, which he did his best to stave off. It was intoxicating- the source next to him was radiating the sweet scent at what seemed like full blast. Emmett did his best to just ignore it, but every breath filled his nostrils with the heat of her scent, and thus sent waves of warm pleasure through Emmett's body.

Emmett looked down straight at the notebook, not knowing what would happen if he looked directly at Jenna at this close range- who knows what passions would overtake his mind.

"Ok, well, with this kind of determinant- it's a big one, but if you look at this row- uh, you gotta use that trick-"

"Oh shit, there's a trick?"

"How could you not know the trick at this point?" Emmett asked, exasperated. "I mean hones-" Emmett looked directly at Jenna.

He became lost in her gaze. He got a better look at her large, radiant, brown eyes, which in turn gazed back into his. He was completely hypnotized as her eyes caught the light and glistened like precious jewels. He looked down to her adorable button nose and pinchable, full cheeks. He saw her thick, sexy lips, pink and soft. Again, he met her gaze. And then back down to her lips. His head was light and slightly dizzy. Nothing seemed to really matter anymore. Everything that there was to find in life, in this very world, felt like it was right here in this moment with Jenna. His legs felt like they went numb and he could feel his member pulsing and growing as it was pressed against the bed. Her mouth opened a bit, then closed again. She met his gaze once more. She looked down at his lips. Should he do it? Is she gonna do it? After six years, should he just fucking do it? His thoughts raced faster and faster.

"Hey, fuck you!" Jenna suddenly blasted in Emmett's face. Emmett repulsed back, almost falling off the bed. Jenna was surprised, and laughed out, not knowing that he'd react like that. She quickly sat up and grabbed him, and with a squeak and a grunt, pulled him back onto the bed, laughing hysterically.

Emmett looked down at his crotch- full-on boner. He swiftly laid down on the bed again and tried to get it to subside. "What, what- why did you shout?" Emmett shouted back.

Jenna was still laughing. "Ok, ok, I didn't know there was a trick."

Emmett sighed. "Why are you taking this class again? You're, like, a chem major, why do you need 400-level Linear Algebra?"

"A-a-and a bio major," she added with a victorious smirk, dodging the question.

"You don't need Linear Algebra in bio as far as I know"

"Hey, math is universal, you know."

"It's not that universal-" Suddenly an alarm buzzed out from Jenna's phone.

"Oh, shit, I'm so stupid-" she started with a frown.

"What?"

"Dance Club- totally forgot about it. God, I'm so dumb..."

"Oh, uh, don't you remember that it's Wednesday," he mimicked her.

"Oh, shut up," she said with a playful slap on the shoulder.

Emmett's thoughts wandered to her Dance club. Again the dark spot in his mind flourished as he imagined Jenna in her dance clothes... what would she wear, a tight leotard? A low-cut tank top- or maybe a crop top? Sports bra? Emmett remembered he had to keep his beast on a leash and snapped out of this line of thinking.

"It's fine, I'll drive you" Emmett offered. Jenna gave an exasperated smile.

"Really? You sure?"

"Oh yeah, 'cuz I'm so-o-o busy."

"Uh, you do have a lot of work to do." Jenna motioned towards his books.

"Right, all the work that took you five days to do I just did in an hour."

Jenna leered back in response, but her expression soon dissipated into defeat. "Fair," she replied. "But you're not going to just start coding your thing again, are you?"

Emmett put on an assuring smile. "I won't, I promise." Jenna grinned again, trusting him.

After a fifteen-minute drive filled with an argument about what the plot should be for "Pirates vs. Aliens vs. Robots vs. Ninjas 3", they made it in time to the auditorium.

"Alright, get the hell out," Emmett commanded playfully.

"Ok, ok..." Jenna played along. She grabbed the passenger side handle, but she slowly let go.

"Did you forget something? I can just bring it to you after." Emmett assured her.

"Remember that cheesy line I said before?" she suddenly replied.

Emmett shook his head yes contemplatively. He paused and looked out past the windshield. "Drive," he answered.

Jenna shook her head, "It's stupid, I'll just go..." she forced out a snicker.

"No, but, you're wrong," Emmett said confidently. "How could you not have 'drive', Jenna? You're the smartest person I know."

"That's not the same as being driven. You're so passionate about your project, and I know that I shit on you for it, but I wish I had that."

"You do have that- you're maintaining a 4.0, doubling in two of the hardest majors at ACU, and I'm struggling through just one."

"I'm just doing it because I have to, you just- you don't get it."

Emmett laughed. "No, I don't get it. But maybe we can talk more about it later; we can figure it out together."

Jenna smiled again. "Thanks, Emmett, I'll take you up on that." Jenna opened the door and got out. She leaned into the car one more time. "I'm glad I know you, Emmett."

"I'm glad I know you, too, Jenna." Emmett smiled back.

"Get home and finish up your work. I can just take the bus back home," she insisted.

"Are you sure? I can easily just-"

"Finish your work, Emmett," she asserted sternly.

Jenna closed the car door and walked to the auditorium. Emmett sat back in his car seat and sighed as he covered his face with his hands in exhaustion. He ruffled his hair and instinctively drew his phone from his pocket, looking for solace in the bright portable screen of social media. However, Emmett squinted at his phone in confusion.

"Thomas... texted me?" He selected the new message and his brow furrowed as he scrutinized the message even more quizzingly. "For what?" Emmett scanned the message but could barely make out what it was saying. He also saw that he had one missed call. Checking the caller ID, Emmett groaned. "Aidan." Emmett hissed the name out like it was painful to leave his lips. He quickly punched Aidan's number into his phone and braced for another lecture.