Something Wicked by Jillian Sterling Read Free Book Online Page B

just
didn't get what the fuss was all about.
    Amanda said it would be better with a woman. I thought she was
just biased.
    But based on this illustration, maybe it was better solo.
    I closed my eyes and imagined touching myself at the points
the picture showed. The warmth spread lower through my body. A small tingle
tickled the lips of my vagina as I gently squeezed my Kegel muscles. A soft
"oh" escaped my lips, and I slowly, carefully, titled my pelvis,
pressing it into the rock underneath me.
    Propped up on my elbows, I absently moved my hand to my
collarbone, running my fingers in the crease between my breasts. I slipped my hand
over my bikini top, sharply sucking in my breath as I brushed past my nipple. I
opened my eyes and, hand still lightly stroking my breast, waited impatiently
for my eyes to readjust to the light. With my free hand, I flipped the page and
looked at the next illustration. A small groan escaped from my lips as I
imagined one hand opening the lower lips of my labia, my fingers slipping into
its deep folds, just like the picture.
     I turned a few more pages, with the young woman in the
illustration moving through various states of arousal and ecstasy, until I
found more of the ornate script.
    These illustrations simply serve as guides, in case you
are a novice at the art of lovemaking. Don't be afraid to be adventurous and do
what feels good. The stronger the orgasm, the better the spell.
    The sun was now blazing down and every nerve in my body was
on fire. I turned on my side, feeling a sticky heat between my legs. The clear
pool of water just in front of me beckoned.
    I worked it over in my mind. Grams never told me about sex
magic. Of course, the thought of Grams practicing it made me giggle and
repulsed me at the same time. Regardless, it probably wasn't wise to do spells
from a strange book that landed on my doorstep.
    But I needed the support of the sororities on campus, and
word would get around fast if they thought I couldn't deliver the goods. It was
my first fall semester without Grams to help with the spell work. If Tara
didn't get her man, word would spread among all the Greeks. Without them, there
was a very real possibility that I would lose the house, a house that had been
in our family for over 100 years.
    "What's the worst that could happen?" I mused to
myself, thinking of the sketches in the book. Really, how dangerous could an orgasm
be?
    It was probably worth the risk.
    My ritual bath was right in front of me, and I wasn't going
to get any closer to nature than this. I stood up and stretched, tense muscles
desperate for a larger release. I unbuttoned my old denim shorts and they dropped
around my ankles. Clad in only my bikini top and underwear, I dipped a toe into
the water and considered my makeshift bathing suit. Did I dare skinny dip? I
was here alone, but there was no guarantee that it would remain this way.  
    I gave my modesty a hard mental shove and decided to lose
the undies. Practically speaking, I didn't want to drive home with a wet ass.
    Shyness got the better of me, so I sat back down on the hot
rocks to maneuver my panties off. The heat from the sun had soaked into the
rocks, burning my now bare butt. Relief came when I plunged into the cool
water.
    Now what?
    I swam toward the waterfall, my courage failing slightly
without my panties to protect me.
    The waterfall obscured me from the trail, so I settled in
just behind it. There was a rock jutting out under the water where I could sit
and relax. I closed my eyes. Without actual candles, I had to imagine lighting
them at the four points: North, South, East, and West. Then I focused on my telos ,
picturing Tara in my mind's eye. Would it be better if I knew who she wanted
the spell for? Probably. But I was here. I was horny. I may as well do a trial
run.
    Focusing on Tara was kind of killing the mood. She was a
nice looking woman, to be sure, but there wasn't much pretty behind the facade.
    Maybe this was a bad idea.
    I