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Witching Hours
Chapter 7
By Gunwild
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Previously, NOT on Witching Hours:
“Uh-oh, you got your own mother pregnant… and that doesn’t even make sense!”
“Oh, Will, honey… I told you to use protection, but you were just so insistent!”
“WH-WHAT?!”
And Now, the Actual Story:
“This isn’t our ‘love nest!’”
“It’s such a love nest.”
“I live here, it can’t be a love nest.”
“I’m pretty sure for me, that makes it even more of a--”
“No. Shh. Shush.” Will put her finger over Irma’s lips in the ‘don’t speak, dummy’ gesture. “You obviously don’t know what ‘love nest’ means.”
Will hadn’t really meant to step in so much closer to Irma while she said that. She’d just wanted to put her finger on her friend’s mouth, playfully do the ‘be quiet’ thing during the little mock argument they were having upon getting home from school. But there it was, she had gotten quite near. Near enough to be inside Irma’s ‘attack range.’
That was how Will thought of it, anyway. When they had been just the ‘friendly’ sort of friends, they could hug or lean on each other or do anything of the sort, and it was just casual contact. But, of course, while the two of them were crossing all kinds of other lines, the mental barrier separating little meaningless gestures from intimate touches had been happily shattered without their realizing it.
So now, even though Will was spending more time with Irma than ever, she had to work on touching her less. Because her secret girlfriend – it was still bewildering and great to think of her that way, girlfriend – had turned out to have sort of a hair trigger. Even though it had taken a little while, the self-assurance Irma brought into so much of her life had found its way into their relationship.
Not hard to guess at, if you knew Irma. She was sensuous even when she didn’t mean to be, carrying her body in ways that worked with what she called her ‘thick parts’ instead of fighting them. She would unabashedly check out anyone she found attractive. She had a habit of whispering jokes in such a way that a little warm air would always play on your neck, tickling you and making you smile before she even reached the punchline. And she was enthusiastic about jokes, lame jokes or good jokes or old jokes or filthy jokes.
She had become a lot quicker with the innuendo, recently, at least around Will. Maybe because she knew how dirty talk affected her. Susan almost never indulged in it; it just wasn’t in her nature. She was too mature to be thrilled by it, and that wasn’t how she talked about sex. But Irma…
“Watch it with that finger,” Irma said, gently taking hold of Will’s wrist. “I don’t--”
“--don’t know where it’s been?” Will asked, trying to head her off. She hadn’t meant for them to start flirting the second they got inside the door like this, she really hadn’t. Not consciously. She didn’t try to sneak inside Irma’s ‘range’ and get a rise from her. That wasn’t the sort of girl Will wanted to be, not a tease…
“Aw, I know where it’s been. I was gonna say I didn’t know if you’d get it back.” Irma didn’t let go of the wrist, instead pinching the end of Will’s arm-warmer so she couldn’t pull it away. Then she opened her mouth and put the finger inside.
Will thought Irma might nibble on it to tickle her and complete the joke, but instead she did what Will was afraid she might do. She started sucking on it. Not hard, not even too expertly… but it felt really, really good. And the look in her bright eyes said nothing but ‘I want to eat you up.’
Will gulped, which wasn’t easy, since her breath had already sped up. “C’mon, no fair, we just got in. I don’t even have my shoes off yet…”
“You mean the fuck-me boots?” Irma asked in a voice that was equal parts saucy and cheery. She swung Will’s arm a bit as she started pulling them out of the entranceway, in the direction of Will’s room. “Leave ‘em on!”
“Oh come on, these aren’t--” Will glanced down. They were modest black boots, really, they just happened to climb the calf a little. And, yeah, the red and white striped knee socks sort of invited your eyes to look higher or whatever, but that was just part of the style. “You’re imagining that!”
But Irma was already unbuttoning her own shirt, just the normal everyday wear-it-to-school kind, while Will had to struggle to walk fast enough to keep up. The skirt she had on was a little… confining.
“You wore the miniskirt,” Irma said, looking over her shoulder. “You knew I was coming over today and you wore the little skirt I always try to peek up, to get me going and have me rip it right off once we got here. You perv.”
That put Will’s back up a bit. Sure, she’d put on this skirt because Irma had been coming around, it was really cute and she wanted to look nice! It didn’t mean she was hoping to be assaulted the second they came through the door. She wasn’t like that! “Stop imagining things.”
Okay, so it was fun when Irma was aggressive, but that didn’t mean Will had spent today doing anything – including dressing! – to tempt her into it…
“What’s your eye shadow today, Will?” Irma asked, hand stopping on the door to Will’s room.
Will spend a second feeling oddly consternated about Irma not opening the door. They were so close to it… but, no, it wasn’t like she was desperate to go in there. Then she thought about the question. “Um… uh…”
“You never wear eye shadow; tell me what that one’s called.” Irma leaned on the door to Will’s room, her shirt hanging open. Her plain white bra arched over her small but still slightly round belly. Will’s eyes got stuck on her navel, which she knew was a ticklish spot. “I can wait.” Relaxed and cocky and wearing pants, she looked almost boyish, like she’d gone and decided that she was going to be ‘the man’ this time out, and that was infuriating! But… well…
“Er…” Will felt her face get hot. She avoided looking Irma in the eyes. “’It’s Taupe Temptress.’”
“Uh-huh.” Irma sighed, finally letting go of Will’s hand and just crossing her arms. “So, while you’re wearing stuff from the ‘Seduce Irma Now’ catalog--”
“That’s not even a thing!”
“--you’re gonna try to tell me you didn’t want me all worked up to get sticky with you?”
Will felt her toes clench inside the boots. She’d just wanted to look nice, that was all, “I wasn’t trying to…”
Irma shrugged, winking. “Get fucked like a porn star?”
Hearing it said out loud made Will’s spine actually tingle. The things Irma was willing to say, they were so bad, but hearing them got Will to feel so…
Irma threw her arms around Will suddenly enough they almost fell over. But Will wouldn’t have minded, she was being kissed and having her arms held against herself, feeling both like she couldn’t get away and that she would never, ever want to.
And Irma resumed dragging her into her own bedroom by her wrists, giggling. “You could have just asked… I usually have to actually try to get your legs open!”
“Hey!” Will wanted to protest, but her voice was a little shaky. Just because she had been hoping Irma could take charge today was no reason to talk to her like… well, even if it was kind of sexy to hear…
“Oh, come on, you’re allowed to be a little slutty sometimes,” Irma said with a twinkle, beginning to drop her pants. “ Just watch out with making all the boys at school want to push you up against a locker, huh? You’re my little tease.”
“I’m… I’m not a tease,” Will stammered, though Irma had her questioning even herself.
And honestly, the idea that she had gotten this girl’s mind on sex, gotten her to feel aggressive and hot and bothered, well, it did make Will feel pretty desirable…
“So,” said Irma, sitting down on the edge of Will’s bed. Will might have mistaken her for just relaxing in her underwear at home, if she didn’t have a bit of red blushing beginning under her breasts to show her arousal. “Quit teasing and start doing!”
Almost dejectedly, but with her heart thrilling in anticipation, Will started walking towards where Irma waited. Okay, she had teased a little. Just a little. “It’s only ‘cause I love you…” Will muttered, reaching to her buttons to start disrobing.
“I know,” Irma whispered, and she sounded very understanding. “Now get over here. I’m gonna ‘love’ your brains out.”
Having her clothes pulled off before she was ready was a new one on Will. Everything was jumbled. Her shirt was over her head, her skirt was getting bunched up around her waist, and then she’d tumbled sideways onto her blankets, disoriented and giggling. Because Irma was tickling her.
"Stop it!” she managed to gasp out between laughs.
“It’s either this or I spank you,” Irma was saying, but then she did slap Will on the butt. Not hard at all, but open-palmed and surprising, so before Will could even get done reacting to it her ass was getting squeezed! “Bad girls like you enjoy that, though.”
“I’ll…” Will bit her lip. This role she was finding herself in, it wasn’t an awful one. It had wound up with Irma saying and doing things that, well, they put a tension inside Will that felt pretty good, even if it was dying to be released. “I’ll be good…”
“Not if I can help it.”
Irma unsnapped Will’s bra and wasn’t too gentle about grabbing her breast. Normally they were delicate with each other, and Will was sure they would be again. But for right now she was getting a kick out of her own booted feet being up in the air, with Irma between her legs and on top of her, copping a feel and then bringing her mouth in to kiss.
But she didn’t come all the way in – she let Will try to reach out and bridge the gap a few times first, just to frustrate her. Will made an irritated groan – and Irma shut it up by finally kissing her. Will’s hands clenched on Irma’s shoulders at this. Now she was the one getting teased, and it made her feel desperate.
And they say you can’t learn anything from watching dirty movies, Irma thought idly before pulling Will into a sitting position. Her red hair was quite fuzzed-up by this point, and with an entire Irma to wrap her legs around and grind against she was starting to feel good and stimulated. “C’mon, I… c’mon… I need it…”
“I love how naughty you are,” Irma exclaimed. “Get on your hands and knees.”
Will didn’t ask any questions, she just did it. Irma flipped her skirt up, noting the damp spot on the panties, enjoying the musky smell, and then began to pull them down. “Tch, I bet you were wet like this aaall day, just thinking about everything you wanted done to you…”
She’d thought about other things! All right, there had been a few fantasies about Irma and later, but… “I just wanted to look good for you.”
“Look hot, you mean,” cackled Irma. “Pick a leg up so I can get these things offa your ass.” Will’s shame only made her skin feel hotter and needier. She had to lift one knee and then the other for the panties to come off, and then she still had her butt in the air, right where Irma could see it. “Heh. Didn’t know you had it in you to be so skanky.”
“I am not--” Will cried, but cut herself off with a squeaky “Owch!”
Irma had just slapped her butt again! Now her left cheek and her right were tingling, and she shot a dirty look over her shoulder. But Irma kept smiling. “Lying gets bad girls spanked, Will!”
Will shut her big brown eyes and stuck out her tongue.
“Now you’re gonna get it.”
She got it. On an average day Irma was unhurried with her touches, all about soft and endless foreplay, and cuddling before, during, and after. But thanks to Will getting her motor running, Irma was in attack mode. She didn’t start with one finger and go an inch at a time; two were inside Will before the girl even knew what the plan was. She quaked on her knees and her face fell to her pillow, where she gasped.
“I think she liiikes it…!” Irma said, not waiting to finish before she began pumping the fingers in and out of Will. It was easy to do with her so wet, and there was even a satisfying squishy noise! “Ooo, you’re so wide open. Did you know that? Oh, of course you did…”
Will cursed, hugged the pillow, felt her thighs tremble. She didn’t have to take this, she could throw Irma off easily if she wanted to, stop being on her hands and knees and insist on doing this as partners, like they normally did. Except… that wasn’t quite what she wanted…
“Ooo, there they go!”
It wasn’t like Will could really stop her legs from trying to work with Irma’s fingers. It felt good to push against them as they rushed in – but Will still closed her eyes in embarrassment. Irma wasn’t going to let her hear the end of this.
“Oh, you could totally be saying ‘My hips are moving on their own!’ and it would be true!” Irma said with a chortle. She had her legs crossed and was firmly two-fingering Will, who moaned in a pleading tone instead. “Fine, be that way, ya chippy … I can talk dirty enough for the both of us.”
Irma, without taking any time to readjust Will’s butt and make it more comfortable for her, situated herself on her knees behind her. Then she put her hand, with three fingers pointing, right behind Will, and humped with her hips, forcing them all into Will’s snatch. The fingers went deep enough to make Will buck forwards and nearly hit the headboard. “AAH!”
“Oh neat, this works!” Irma enthused. “Hey Will, what do you think everyone would say if they knew the Keeper of the Heart of Kandrakar likes to take it on her hands and knees?”
Without wanting to, Will saw it in her mind’s eye. Yan Lin COULD be watching them right now, of course. Will’s mom had seen Irma and her at it before, but not like this. And all their friends, the ones whose respect she craved so badly… plus, Elyon, who had learned to comport herself with regal grace…
“I know what they’d say!” Irma went on, happily screwing away, ever able to think of new, embarrassing things to yell at Will. “’When’s my turn?’ Right? Ha!”
She punctuated this with gripping Will’s hair by the roots and tugging her up so that she sat down on Irma’s hand, pointed fingers and all. Will whimpered. As wet as she was, they were straining her a bit – but the pushing felt good. And Irma was whispering in that special way, with hot air playing over Will’s neck. “Will, you’re being drippy all over the bedspread…”
It was true. Will bit her tongue and put her hands on either of Irma’s big thighs, gripping tighter than was strictly necessary.
“You want to make it up to me?” taunted Irma.
Will could have of course pointed out that this was her bed, and Irma was the one who’d started all this debauchery, and so the question made no sense… but that wasn’t what she felt like saying. Instead she just nodded weakly.
“Okay!” Irma said, sounding exactly as informal as if she’d just been asked to come along to the mall or go skating. She let Will go and then laid back on the bed, arms folded behind her head. “But make sure you touch yourself so I can see!”
Will repositioned herself so that she was still on all fours, but facing Irma now, and pulled off the girl’s panties in a hurry. She wanted to taste Irma, get her nose in Irma’s pubic hair, feel the press of her legs on both temples. She dove right in with the licking and prodding, leading Irma to sigh contentedly and lie back. But she still said, “I told you to finger yourself.”
It was humiliating in the extreme to be ordered around like this… and that only made it better. Will stuck her middle finger inside herself, frigging much faster and shallower than Irma had, trying to get what she had been so close to this whole time. But Irma stopped her. “You teased me, so I get off first, Will!”
Will gave Irma a dirty look, but obeyed the command. She slowed down her masturbation – it wasn’t easy to make herself do! – and put her tongue into getting Irma to climax, so that she could get her own ‘turn.’
Irma watched Will, admiring the way her cute little boots tapped against each other in consternation over playing with herself slightly too softly to get there. “D-deeper,” Irma urged. “It’s like you’re not even trying…”
That assault on her pride made Will bring out her favorite trick, tickling Irma’s belly while she ate her out. Irma squirmed, not quite in control of the situation as she had been a moment ago. It was a fight not to laugh. “Okay, okay…! That’s not--”
Will used her free hand to start wiggling Irma’s clit around, and her feeling of dominance collapsed on itself. All of a sudden she was just a girl trying not to thrash as she was tongued and diddled, gripping the sheets like she might fly off them. Will, that’s cheating!
She wanted to say as much, but instead she grunted and sat up, reaching out to grip Will’s bare shoulders. “You… you get the fuck over here, girl.”
There was more to kissing Will than just moving your lips, no matter what you did with them. Her slim body would just beg to be wrapped up tighter in your arms and legs, and you’d want to hold her so hard she couldn’t get away. Irma didn’t feel inclined to let her go after the kiss, of course, but she had to for what they had in mind. “Okay, okay… get on your back, I’m gonna grind on you ‘til it hurts.”
Will’s smile was both shy and a little naughty – oh, you bad thing, thought Irma – and Irma wasn’t delicate about it when she ‘slotted’ their legs together. Being more ready for it, Irma didn’t make a peep, she just sneered as Will put shaking hands on her knees, trying to find a stable position to stay in. It didn’t work, because Irma started rolling her wide hips, actually lifting Will’s up in the air from where they were joined.
Will huffed and felt her thighs tighten without planning to. Clamping down on Irma only made her aches intensify. She was breathing so fast--
“You’re panting like a dog!” Irma crowed.
And their legs were so slick with sweat and--
“Wetter’n October!” called Irma.
She had been looking forward to this…
“Admit it, you were begging me for it all day, you just didn’t have the guts to say it out loud!”
But Will didn’t say anything, her head was too spinny, her mouth tasted like cunt, and there was a hot bubble in her belly that was going to burst in just a second.
When Irma gave one more slow, solid twist of her waist, the rubbing action made Will throw her head back and scream out loud. She came with the image in her mind of herself there, dressed specifically to get Irma’s attention, at Irma’s mercy, clutching her knees and squirting onto her crotch. Even with her boots and socks on, she’d never felt quite so naked.
Irma kept on grinding away right through Will’s orgasm, breathless herself while she came in little waves that piled up on her. Eventually, after the last one, she rested on her side, exhausted – but not too tired to make fun. “Told you,” Irma snickered. “’Will Vandom wants to be fucked like a porn star.’ Hey, should I tell everybody else, or should I make a video?”
Will groaned protesting kind of groan, but managed to sit up, smiling a shy kind of smile at Irma despite what they’d just done.
Irma stayed on her back, though, arching an eyebrow and pulling her hair out of its pigtails. “Get over here and cuddle with me, ‘Taupe Temptress.’”
Will giggled, but she did it, heaving the blankets along with her so they could snuggle under them. She didn’t need a pillow. Irma was softer and warmer by far. “I’m… I’m, uh, sorry I teased you today.”
“Dummy,” Irma said, and lightly knocked on Will’s head like she was trying to see if it was hollow. “I loved it. You have any idea what hot stuff you feel like having someone dressing just to get you horny? Anyway…” Irma rested her forehead on Will’s, staring her right in the eyes, “Next time I can dress all slutty and see what it does to you.”
“I wasn’t slutty! I was cute!”
“Whatever, you put out totally easy.”
“You had to drag me!”
“Pfft. You wouldn’t wear that stuff in front of your mom, I bet. You know, unless you wanted her to rock your world.” Irma picked a picture off the nightstand and examined it. “Hey, when’s this from?” It was of Susan and Will in swimsuits, standing on a beach. Will’s was the more conservative, of course, with Susan in a bright blue two-piece and holding a beach ball against her long legs.
“When we went on vacation,” Will muttered. “Mom wore that bikini the whole time.”
“Kinda wish I’d seen that. You, too. You’ve got camel toe in this picture.”
“I do not!” Will made a reach for the frame, but Irma held it away, placing it back down on the nightstand.
“Yes, you do. I notice these things about you.” Irma wrapped the blanket tighter around the both of them. “Besides, who cares what you wear, as long as I end up getting you like this? Tell the alarm clock not to wake us up for like a million years.”
Will frowned, then threw the blanket off of them. Despite the heat in Irma’s body, the cooler air made her nipples wrinkle, had her yelp and reach for Will, who was pulling away – but only to take a seat straddling Irma. “I’m not falling asleep in these boots, it’ll make my feet sore.”
“So take ‘em off,” said Irma, crossing her arms over her cold breasts.
“Or…” Will said, tilting her head and putting her hands on Irma’s shoulders, leaning close. She’d finally found her guts again, and now Irma was the one whose mouth was dry. “We could do something other than sleep…”
TO BE CONTINUED
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Believe it or not, there was a request for another chapter of Witching Hours! And while I have another long, long, way-too-long one on the back burner already, slowly cooking away, I was able to slap this one together in under a day. Ahahaha! Uh, I hope it’s still readable…
Anyway, as long as we’re here, o friends for the past five years, I should mention that I threw up a short story over on the Amazon and Barnes & Noble stores. Why, you can even download it for use on your e-readers, or on your computer, or whatever. If you've read a bunch of my stories but still want more, it's a pretty long one with, you know, more sex in it. Surprise!
http://www.amazon.com/Crag-Wyrm-Tannah-Vard-ebook/dp/B008FOEKGS
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-crag-of-the-wyrm-gunwild/1111916784
But, anyway, see you next highly inappropriate fanfic - I'd love to hear what you have to say! (Gunwild@mail2world.com)
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