Witches Be Crazy Ch. 01

"I'm not a dog."

"Yes, you kinda are. Now go sleep on the couch."

"No-uh."

"I'm not playing this game, get out of my bed. Three. Two. One."

My back braced against the cold, yellow wall and I pushed her out of bed. There was a loud yelp. Amber got up, hit me in the stomach and stomped towards the kitchen.

"Your alarm will ring in five minutes anyway and the bed will be all mine."

Those were five of the best minutes of my life. That was probably sad but it was true. I cuddled into the warm spot Amber left and it was amazing. She still wore a perfume of lime and green apples. I turned on my stomach and my erection was enveloped by the mattress, sending jolts of joy through my body. I was lost in fantasies when the alarm brought me back to reality.

Amber watched, with a smirk on her face, as I dragged myself to the toilet. She ran past me and jumped into bed, like a five year old. She burrowed in with a content sigh.

***

Like always before an exam, I made a big breakfast. Amber knocked on the kitchen door and leaned in as I was about to finish.

"You're making enough for me. Right?"

I nodded. I hadn't but I could whip up some scones and there would be enough.

The sound of the shower came from the bathroom. Amber showered four hours ago. Why did she need another shower now? Women.

***

I ate the four scones I had made for myself and my half of the egg and bacon but hunger still rumbled in my stomach and Amber took her sweet time in the shower. I reached over the table and stole a fourth of her food and one scone. It wasn't the right thing to do but it laid there and just taunted me.

I munched away happily and was too absorbed in what I was doing. When I reached out to steal another fourth of her food, Amber cleared her throat. She caught me with my hand in the cookie jar.

"You took too long." It sounded weak even to me.

"Umhum."

Amber took a step closer and my eyes snapped to her powerful thighs and her long muscular legs. The t-shirt that she was wearing barely covered her crotch. It rose up a bit when she took her next step and she pulled down on it. Revealing the outline of her perky boobs.

My cheeks burned.

Fuck! Stop being a creep. She's your friend. Don't turn her into a sex object. Look her in the eyes. Wait -- That's a bad idea. Don't stare lovingly into her perfect orbs made out of copper on a base of honey. Just don't.

Oh good, now you're weird. Great job, man. Great job.

Amber's big lips twisted up into a smirk and she looked over to the window. "That's new, she's cute."

Oh fuck. The poster. All the memories from the dream came welling back. They felt so real.

"She's your type?"

The mischief on Amber's face died and she looked me straight in the eye. "Demons aren't my thing." She took a deep breath and nodded to herself. "It always ends in tragedy." Her eyes welled up and she looked at me with all the compassion in the world. She cleared her throat and whisked away the tears with her hands before she sat down.

What was that about?

Ambers boobs bounced as she sat down. My eyes were drawn to her red nails when she took a scone and ripped it in two. What kind of person does that? You're supposed to stab it with your fork around the edge and then easily separated the two halves.

Remember she's Italian, it's not her fault she doesn't know better. She took a bite, without buttering her scone. She's a fucking heathen. How haven't I noticed? Should I say something? She can't go on living life like this.'

Amber moaned and smiled at me. "This is really good."

No, don't say it. Let her eat her food her way. Remember how you felt the time she yelled at you for eating pasta carbonara the wrong way. Just drop it.

"It would be better if you ate it the right way." Now I sounded like a condescending dick. "It's just, scones are important to me and the way you eat them is NOT the traditional way."

*You're a weird man. A half-naked lady is doing her best to seduce you and you care about the way she eats the food?*

Oh fuck me. Not this shit again.

*What do you mean?*

It's just a hallucination.

*Why do you insist that I'm not real?*

Occam's razor. Either red, demon ladies are real and they have telepathy or I'm going crazy. People go crazy all the time.

*Denying reality doesn't make it go away.*

Amber snapped her fingers. "Earth to Danny. You okay?"

I flinched and smiled. "Yeah of course."

The pressure built and the world tinted pink.

Stop it.

*Stop what? I'm not real, so I can't do anything.*

"You don't look fine." Amber reached out and touched my hand. Pain shot from my navel, up through my body and to her hand. Amber's eyes grew wide, her pupils dilated and they turned a pink hue.

Oh, fuck me.

Amber pushed our plates out of the way and climbed up on the table. Her hands reach up to my neck and pull me close.

What the fuck is happening?

Her soft lips close in on mine. The taste of butter and bacon spread through my mouth. Her tongue runs along my lower lip sending sparks through my body.

She was a lesbian. Something was seriously wrong.

Amber grows more frantic and she presses me back to the wall, her tongue invites mine out to play.

This must be another dream. I pinched my arm, yeah, that still hurt. So - I was going crazy.

Her hands left my neck and pulled my hands to the soft clouds of her firm boobies.

How can they be soft and firm? That made no sense.

Boobs are magical, they didn't have to make sense.

Amber's fabric-covered nipples scraped against the palm of my hand, making her pant with lust. She pulled back and I took a breath of relief. That turned into a gasp when she pulled her t-shirt off.

Her creamy, white titties hovered just in front of my face. The nipples pointed straight out and swayed gently as she closed in again. She crawled closer and my hands went to her hips, helping her come down astride me and she straddled my lap, rubbing against my erection.

*That's so hot.*

I broke the kiss and Ardell had a hand in her crotch, furiously rubbing herself. Amber took it as an invitation to kiss down my neck, sending tendrils of pleasure through my body.

You did this.

*Technically you did.*

But it's the same shit you used to drug and rape me?

*Yes*

Can you undo it?

*Yes, but that's more dangerous than letting the spell run its course.*

Dangerous how?

*Brain damage, loss of memory and in extreme cases, death.*

So, unless I rape her, she'll never be the same? No, either way she'll never be the same.

*You can't rape the willing.*

If you can't say no, your yes is meaningless.

*Stop thinking and enjoy it.*

What would happen if I killed myself? Would the spell end?

*No. She would use your corpse to get off and then feel disgusted with herself.*

Oh, so after she gets off she's free?

*Yes.*

And I can order her to do stuff? Why am I asking you that? I can just test it. "Amber, go to my bed and masturbate." She followed my orders. Success.

*It was just getting good.*

Amber's moans traveled way too well and I had the urge to go watch her. It wasn't as strong as the urge to run, though.

***

I argued with myself all the way to school. I had a cool new power and the urge to use it was overpowering but my moral compass forbade it.

Ardell was thankfully quiet on the subject.

I went on autopilot until I was at the door to my lecture hall. It was locked and I was a fool.

I ran to the math complex and arrived just in time for the start of the exam.

Walking through the big hall was a jarring experience. Every face looked more defeated than the last one. The hopelessness hung thick in the air.

Our examiner did the normal spiel, no cell phones or calculators on the desk. Only a pen, a pencil, an eraser and a ruler was allowed. The test had all the formulae needed to solve the test on the back.

At the end of the speech, Jenna, Amber's friend, came running through the door. Her big forehead shone with a bit of sweat. Her blonde hair was tied up into a ponytail that swung back and forth in the rhythm of her oversized backpack. She huffed and puffed her way to the seat behind me.

The clock hit nine and as one the students flipped over the test. Time was of the essence.

Problem 1, Find a and b such that the equation (y^3 − 2y cos x)dx+ (a sin x+ bx y^2) dy= 0 is exact.

*This is boring.*

Now? You were quiet all the way here. No, please don't.

*I'm bored.*

Please be quiet.

*Why?*

I need to work.

*Why?*

Because this test is important and there's not much time.

*Why?*

Because it's a hard test and I need it to graduate. So please, let me work.

Ok so if a...

*I'm horny.*

Fuckballs. Come on. I'm trying to work. If you're quiet I'll fuck you until my dick bleeds when I come home.

*The girl behind you is fantasizing about fucking you.*

I turned and Jenna's big, blue eyes stared at me as she absentmindedly chewed on a pen. A blush spread over her soft cheeks. Was that really what she was thinking about?

*She's imagining you and her in the toilet here. She's so turned on.*

I really need to focus on the test.

*a is negative two and b is positive 3. Now can you fuck her so I can get off?*

No I can't, wait -- that's right? You know Differential Equations?

*Of course I do. Math is the language of science and magic is science. Now will you have sex with Jenna or will I have to bug you for the next five hours?*

How about neither?

*That's not one of your choices.*

If a is negative two...

*You should see what she's imagining. Her head is real kinky.*

Please don't.

*She wants you to take her and push her down and fuck her face. She's begging for your spunk.*

If a...

*It's a pretty picture, on her knees begging to be defiled. It makes you hot to think about, doesn't it? A part of you wants to mark that pretty face as your own. Admit it.*

Fine. Yes, I do. Now, can you let me work?

*No.*

Oh, you bitch.

*Come on, just give in. Do what I want and it'll be over quick. Five minutes, ten, tops. She'll be a great cocksucker, I know it.*

No. It's not possible.

*Just hit her with your power and she'll do the rest.*

No! That's rape! Fuck you for even suggesting I would do that.

*** Jenna ***

I felt his power weakly when it hit Amber and the small spark grew as I walked past him. Pictures of him in different stages of undress kept shooting through my head as I watched him squirm.

I could lean on his big strong shoulders as his big dark blue eyes look down on me with love. His muscular arms would hold me tight. The monster he hid in his pants would satisfy my every need.

At first his talking with the demon was entertaining, cute even. It was like a five year old annoying her dad. Then it got straight up horrifying.

She could see through my mental block? Somehow? That's impossible. A witch with a full circle behind her should be immune to any mental attack. Nothing should be able to break through my Wall. How did she do it? How did she know of my fantasies?

Then the lewdness of the things she described. The spark of the forbidden and the hint of danger. If he so decided he could make every woman in here suck his dick. Maybe the men too. What did I know?

I could suck his dick right here, right now and blame it on his power. All the humans would watch, thinking I was a slut but who cares about Nomags. What if some of them joined in? A big group of faceless cocks at my beck and call. Hands covering my body as they furiously beat off to cover me in their seed. A never-ending stream of dicks being pressed down my throat.

The forbidden scenarios shot tendrils through my body and I missed some comments but a really loud one brought me back.

*NO! I won't do it. She has to show me she wants it of her own free will. If she doesn't, I won't touch her.*

*She's daydreaming of sucking your dick. What more do you need?*

*I don't believe you. You just want to get off.*

*What would it take to believe me?* Pornographic scenarios flashed past too quick for me to process. *That one. The one where the girl takes off her panties and dumps them on your desk. That sounds fun.*

I can't do that. People will see. I'll be the school slut.

Who cares what a bunch of Nomags think? Just the idea of tasting his magic sent tingles through my core. The small speck of his power grew larger.

Amber snoozed contently in his bed. I could feel the confident pleasure oozing from her.

This was my one chance to taste his full power for myself.

I glanced around but no one was watching. My heart rate spiked as my hands worked their way down my body. I pulled up my skirt and lifted my hips. A whiff of my excitement hit my nose as I pushed the panties down my thighs and over my knees before gravity did the rest.

I lifted my feet and balled the panties up between them. Then I made a show of dropping my pen and I picked them up from the ground. A soft dampness spread against my skin. I was so wet.

I stood up and walked forward. My thighs rubbed against each other in a desperate attempt to get some stimulation. I threw the panties down in the middle of his desk. He picked them up and his face transformed; shock, doubt, then a sad smile. I kept going. Every step was a risk, every second a chance to be seen.

What if the wind flipped my skirt? Wind? Really? Indoors. What if someone flipped the skirt? No, what if I fell? Would they watch me with lewd eyes? Would someone reach out and help me up? Would that someone cop a feel?

I walked up to the desk and I signed for a toilet break. It was a precaution against cheating, not that it was effective. As I bent over to sign, my skirt rode up dangerously high. Would someone get a view of my engorged lips? A drop ran down my thigh. Fuck, I was wet. Why was I so wet?

As I turned around, he was walking towards me. His blue eyes bore into me, sending tendrils of fear through me. I was prey and I had thrown myself to a hunter. I hurried out the doors and down the hall to the toilet furthest away.

*** Jenna ***

I opened the door and Danny walked towards me with determined steps. I got in and closed it behind me. We weren't the only ones in the hallway after all. My heart beat furiously in my chest as I fought to catch my breath. This was happening. A tremor ran through my hand as I took a deep breath.

Then another.

And another.

Why wasn't Danny here yet? I opened the door and peeked outside. Only an open corridor. He wasn't coming? The disappointment was crushing. Of course he wasn't coming.

My reflection stared back at me from the sink. All the small flaws screamed at me. My uneven dimples, the small slant to my nose, the fact that my right eye was a bit bigger. My critical eye traveled down my body. My left boob was almost a full cup size bigger. My stomach had a bit of flab. Then my knees, oh god, my knees. They looked like two old, baby faces.

I poured some water in my hands and splashed it on my face. Self criticising wasn't getting me anywhere. Danny was just a fantasy, a stupid, silly fantasy. He had rejected Amber. Super model Amber, of course, he wasn't going to come for me.

The running water kicked my need to pee into hyperdrive and the toilet was there so I took care of it.

What the fuck was I doing? This was an exam. One of the biggest moments in my life and I was behaving like a love drunk teenager?

You're a love drunk 23 year old, there's not much difference. Said the critical voice in the back of my head.

I washed my hands and opened the door. Danny's big hands pulled me in. His lips crashed against mine. His tongue invaded my mouth. His actions were filled with a desperate need. He wanted me.

He had needed to pee. Of course. Why was I so worried?

His hands worked their way down underneath my skirt and he lifted me up. His big hands caressed my butt as we walked in again. He let go to close the door and locked it behind us.

His power was there, pooling under his skin. Any moment now he would let it go. The spark would travel up his spine, through his arm and into my body. My power reached out to read him. It was second nature. I wanted to know when the magic would come. I wanted to prepare.

His mind was impenetrable, totally focused on one single thing. Me. Looking through his eyes, the image he saw was so different, so breathtakingly beautiful. He didn't see the thousand small flaws. He saw one intelligent, kind and sexy woman.

His fingers rubbed up my thigh towards my slit and the fire inside kicked back into high gear. My legs spread and the wetness came back. I was finally getting some release. His tongue met mine and he slowly drew it out into his own mouth. His hands crossed the halfway point up my thigh and sparks went directly to my pussy.

My Irritation grew as his strong hands kept moving ever so slowly towards my button. I took his hand and pulled it up but he shook me off and started all over again. If he wasn't going to give me what I needed I had to take it myself. I reached down and sparks shot through me as I rubbed my core.

He snorted with contempt, his intense blue eyes stared into my soul. I pulled back and he took over. His big, strong hands furiously rolling my clit against itself as two of his fingers pressed up and invaded me. I fought back the moan that wanted to escape my mouth. He worked me hard and the ball of pleasure grew but it wasn't enough.

My hands reached down to my chest and gripped my breasts but they were still hidden under my t-shirt. With a quick twist I pulled off the shirt, revealing my black, lace bra to Danny. His eyes were transfixed, his breathing grew shallow. His hands stopped for a second. A sense of power grew in my stomach. Just the hint of getting to see my boobs was enough for him to shut down. I snapped off the clasp, revealing my globes to him. His eyes grew wide, his jaw fell and for a second he looked like a cartoon wolf, ready to roll out a ridiculously long tongue and have heart-shaped eyes pounding out towards me.

He leaned in, his soft mouth closed in on a nipple as I placed the bra on my shirt. He redoubled his efforts to get me off. The pleasure inside grew to be too much and a loud moan escaped my lips. In a split second his hand was on my lips. The thumb on his other hand took over stroking my clit as his fingers pistoned inside me, creating a slurping sound with each thrust.

He sucked in my other nipple and pain radiated from it as he bit down. Delicious, wonderful, tingling pain. It mixed with the ball of pleasure and pushed me higher.

The first hints of my orgasm rocked through my body. My hips thrust out, my calf cramped up. My hands joined his over my mouth as I screamed out my pleasure. The warm sensation spread through my body, then the convulsions rocked me. My mind grew blank as all I could feel were so many good sensations.

His fingers seemed to grow inside me as my pussy convulsed around them. His thumb on my clit sent so many sparks of energy rocking through me. I needed to scream it out for the world to hear. "I'm cumming." Thankfully, his hands kept me quiet.

He slowed down, letting me catch my breath but every now and then a move sent me into another small round of aftershocks. I pulled his hands away and kissed them both before pulling him in and giving him a big old slobbery kiss.

His face filled with confusion and his mind was a storm. He had no idea what to do next. I kissed him again and his hands came up. He pressed his rock-hard erection against my stomach. That was just the foreplay for him. A soft buzz went through my body and I giggled. He pulled back and his eyebrows shot up. I just giggled more. My body felt so very light, it was so very freeing.