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Moonlight and Magic
Jesse sighed and leaned back in her creaky wooden chair. She wanted to
rub her eyes, but until she washed the remains of the potion off, she
didn't dare.
Twenty small, tightly sealed vials sat on the scarred table before her.
The other tools - a black cauldron, the small brazier with now-cool
coals, various bottles and vials containing other spell components -
were scattered around the table. She knew she should put everything
away. She cringed inside at what her mentor and teacher would say at the
sloppy workspace before her. But was so tired...
The potion had been brewing for nearly a month. She had added the
prescribed ingredients at the proper times, done the incantations:
everything had been done to the letter.
And she had no idea if the potion would work.
Tonight was a new moon. Tonight, she would find out.
Jesse reached out to close the musty-smelling book that was propped open
on one side of her workspace. The ancient grimoire she had found in a
little store at the mall. Funny that she had never seen the store until
that one rainy day last month...
It had been on a display shelf as soon as she entered the door. She had
picked it up out of curiousity, not intending to buy it. Her only
thought on entering the store had been getting out of the rain. The book
caught her eye. The spells drew her in. The one spell in particular...
The spell was very advanced, and she had never mixed a potion this
complex before. Technically, she was skilled enough. She had finished
her magic apprenticeship the previous year. But she had little practical
skills. Witchcraft was not in high demand, and she spent most of her
time trying to fit into the normal human world.
Jesse brushed her fingers over the worn leather cover of the grimoire
before picking it up and hugging it to her chest. She closed her eyes,
daydreaming about what he would say when she gave him the potion.
If...no, when...it worked. Thoughts failed her. Just as they had every
time she tried to imagine his reaction. Sighing, she squeezed the book
against her chest and set it back on the table. Time for clean-up.
Jesse made short work of putting everything back in it's proper place.
Her attic workspace was small, but sufficient for her needs. He had put
up shelves for all of her materials and equipment. Racks for her wands
and stirring spoons. Hooks for the copper kettles and cauldrons. It was
a comfortable room. One that she hid in whenever life became too much.
It was her sanctuary, her haven.
The only place that comforted her more, where she was more at home, was
in his arms.
Jesse smiled as she thought of him. He always made her smile. No matter
how upset she was about life, about anything. Even when they fought, she
knew that his arms would still welcome her. Comfort her. And make
everything all right.
Would that change now? She hoped not.
She took one of the small vials and left the room.
Jesse tried to walk quietly down the stairs. The stairs themselves
betrayed her with their squeaking. She smiled slightly. The stairway
ended in a hallway right beside her bedroom door. The door was slightly
ajar, and she could hear him inside typing away. Probably on the
computer. Where he spent most of his spare time - whatever time he
didn't spend with her, she amended. Usually, they were side-by-side on
their computers, working and playing.
Jesse pushed the bedroom door the rest of the way open. He didn't look
away from the screen, but held out an arm to her, beckoning her into his
embrace.
"Hey, baby," he said. Jesse needed no second invitation. She knelt on
the floor beside him. His arm wrapped around her shoulders and pulled
her close. "Whatcha been up to?"
Jesse smiled. The moment of truth? She hoped so.
"Making something for you," she said.
"For me?" He looked surprised. "Is that what you've been doing up there
so much lately?"
Jesse nodded. She set the vial on the desk in front of his keyboard.
"What's this?" he asked.
Jesse smiled mysteriously. "Not tellin'," she said. "It's a surprise for
you."
He eyed her skeptically. "You expect me to drink one of your concoctions
without knowing what it does?" he asked.
Jesse's face fell. She hadn't anticipated he might be reluctant.
He smiled and grasped her elbow, shaking her arm. "Come on, smile," he
said. "I trust you."
He released her arm, uncapped the vial and drank it down swiftly.
Jesse's eyes widened. She might not have expected his feigned
reluctance, but neither had she thought he would take the potion without
at least a little questioning.
He looked at her, smiling slightly. "So, all I feel is a little tingly,"
he said. "Down there. An aphrodisiac? I wouldn't think we would need one
of those."
"Not exactly," Jesse said. She scanned his figure, looking for any sign
that the potion was working.
"Jesse?" he asked. "I'm really getting...horny."
He stood up. He was shirtless, as he usually was when on the computer.
He wore only a pair of blue jean shorts: he unbuttoned them and let them
slip to the floor.
Jesse hid her disappointment. The potion hadn't worked. At least not as
she'd hoped and wanted. He stood in front of her. His cock was hard, and
he stroked it idly with one hand, holding the other out to her.
Jesse smiled. A fake smile, to be sure, but still a smile. He didn't
notice. Jesse took the outstretched hand and stepped forward. He wrapped
his arms around her and kissed her urgently. He released his cock and
pressed against her, grinding insistently.
He placed his hands to her shoulders, applying ungentle pressure. Jesse
sank to her knees in front of him. She closed her eyes, feeling the
tears welling and fighting to hold them back. There was no change.
Nothing at all. Except him being even more horny. Which was not
necessarily a bad thing, given the differences in their sex drives.
His fingers tangled in her hair, urging her lips to his cock. She parted
her mouth around him, taking the head into her mouth. She swirled her
tongue around the tip, feeling the familiar surge of longing filling her
inside. She loved touching him. Loved feeling him inside of her. That
wasn't why she'd tried the potion, attempted the spell. It was for him
that she'd done it: to fulfill one of his hidden desires. Her
disappointment faded as the waves of desire rose higher within.
His hips moved faster; his hands held her head still. Jesse picked up on
the rhythm, the motion. Her tongue stroked his shaft as it slid in and
out of her mouth. Faster.
"Oh god, Jesse," he groaned. "What did you give me?"
He thrust hard and deep into her throat. Jesse struggled not to gag, not
to bite down. His shaft was longer, harder than she'd ever felt it. It
pulsed sharply in her throat. Again...and again. Jesse swallowed
convulsively, grabbing his ass and holding him tight to her.
His legs were trembling uncontrollably. He released her head and pulled
back. His cock sprang free from her clinging lips with a wet pop.
Another spurt of milky fluid jetted from him, landing on her cheek and
nose. Another spurt followed, splattering on her brow.
He stumbled backwards until the backs of his legs struck the bed. He
threw himself backwards on the bed spreadeagle and clutched at the
bedcovers.
"Jesse!" He shook convulsively."What's happening, Jesse?"
Jesse watched in horror as the man she loved writhed helplessly on the
bed. "I'm so sorry," she whispered, not knowing if he heard or not. His
face contorted in pain, his shoulders pressed tight to the bed and his
hips bucked wildly.
"Oh my god, Jesse!" The words were forced out between gasps.
Jesse's lips parted in shock. His voice wasn't pained. It was the voice
of someone caught in the throes of orgasm. His hips thrust sharply
upward once, twice, three times. An eruption of fluid burst from his
cock, falling to pool on his lower belly.
The pearly goo seemed to absorb into his skin. Like the ripples from a
pebble dropped into a still pool of water, the change spread outward
from the pool of his ejaculate. His hips spread slightly, his waist drew
in. His cock shrank into nothingness, withdrawing into the cleft that
formed between his spread thighs.
The ripples spread further. The thick chest hair drew into pale skin
that glowed slightly. Breasts gradually pushed out into beautifully
rounded orbs. The changes ran down his legs. Strong, firm thigh muscles,
bony shins and firm calves transformed into sleek feminine legs. His
feet altered slightly: they were smaller and dainty, with bright red nails.
Jesse scanned up his body. His fingers had narrowed, arms transformed
into graceful limbs.
Hesitantly, Jesse lifted her gaze to his face. He was still there, but
so very different. All of his facial hair was gone. His face was
slightly fuller. He had had narrow lips that filled out very slightly.
His nose was the same. And his eyes...still the same beautiful blue
eyes. His brownish hair had lightened to a sunny blond highlighted with
pink. It grew to just below his shoulders.
"Jesse?" The voice was so changed. And yet, it was exactly what Jesse
had expected. A whisper of smoke through silk. "What did you do, Jesse?"
His...her voice was filled with wonder.
Jesse tried to speak. She wanted to say something, anything, to explain.
But there were no words. She watched the figure on the bed. The person
that was her best friend, her closest confidante, her lover. The person
that had so many times shared his deepest desire: that he desperately
wanted to be a woman.
Jesse stepped back from the bed. She didn't know what to say. Didn't
know what to do.
The woman on the bed sat up slowly. Blue eyes drilled into Jesse's soul.
"Is this what you wanted, Jesse?" she asked. "Am I what you wanted?"
Jesse sank to her knees. "It was what you wanted," she whispered. "Or I
thought..."
A flash of a smile. "That's always your first mistake," the woman said.
"Thinking."
Jesse tried to smile. It was tiny and tremulous, but it was real.
Because the words were real. They were so much something that he would
have said to her. Spoken in a different voice, but every inflection and
intonation was his.
"Who am I, Jesse?" she asked.
"You're Jenn," Jesse said. That answer she knew. She had always known.
His female side. The one that was so buried beneath his male exterior
but wanted so desperately to come out. Jenn.
She smiled. "Yes. I'm Jenn."
Jenn held out her hands, inspecting her fingers. She slid her hands up
her arms slowly, closing her eyes to better focus on the sensations.
Jesse sat back on her heels and watched Jenn explore her new body. Jenn
brushed her hands over the small, firm breasts, down her torso, down her
legs. She set her nails against the smooth skin and drew them back up
her legs. She sighed softly in pleasure.
Jenn opened her eyes and looked at Jesse. "How long?" she asked.
"Twelve hours," Jesse said. "Each vial of the potion lasts 12 hours."
"Only 12 hours," Jenn said. Her voice was sad, but she smiled slightly.
Her lower lip trembled just a little.
Jesse watched her, trying to maintain her calm. Inside, butterflies
churned. She had been so afraid of Jenn's reaction.
Jenn licked her lips. Jesse wasn't sure if it was a nervous reflex or a
movement of studied seduction. She waited for Jenn to say something.
Anything.
"Aren't you going to touch me?" Jenn asked. Her voice was soft and
hesitant. "Don't you want me any more?"
Jesse drew in a breath.So many things she wanted to say. She clasped her
hands together tightly in her lap, trying to still the trembling that
ran through her.
"How could I not want you?" Jesse asked. Jenn ducked her head, peering
out through the tangle of hair that fell across her face and smiling
slightly. A look that was at once seductive and innocent. Jesse's eyes
filled with tears at the emotions that welled inside her. She moved
closer to the bed. Close enough to take Jenn's hands in her own.
Jesse closed her eyes and pressed kisses on the palms of Jenn's hands.
She swallowed hard, not trusting her voice.
"Jesse?"
Jesse lifted her gaze. Jenn still peeked through the curtain of hair.
Her smile had faded slightly.
"My baby," Jesse breathed. She released Jenn's hands and knelt up
between Jenn's legs to wrap her arms tightly aroung the other woman.
Jenn leaned into the embrace, resting her head on Jesse's shoulder with
a shuddering sigh.
The first touch broke through some of Jesse's inhibitions. It was never
that she didn't want to touch Jenn, it was that she wanted to touch her
too much. Jesse wanted so much to touch Jenn, but was terrified that her
own wants and needs would eclipse what was meant to be Jenn's time.
So often, with him, Jesse felt like she was imposing. Like he was
tolerating her touch just to make her happy. So many times, she wanted
to pull away. Wanted to tell him that he didn't really affect her that
strongly. She was never able to. The compulsion of wanting to touch him
was always there.
The compulsion was stronger now with Jenn. Jesse wanted to stroke her
everywhere. She wanted to follow the strokes with kisses, then with
licks. She wanted to taste every inch of Jenn's body.
"My love," Jesse whispered. She released the tight embrace and caressed
up Jenn's back. Jesse brushed Jenn's hair lightly. It was warm and
silken, alive to her touch. It coiled around her fingers.
Jesse shifted slightly, pulling away from Jenn enough to see her face.
Jenn's eyes were closed, her breathing was shallow. Anticipating.
Jesse trailed her fingertips down Jenn's cheek. She traced the contour
of Jenn's brow, her eyelashes, her lips.
Jesse drew her fingernails over Jenn's jawline and down her neck. A
barely perceptible shudder ran through Jenn. Jesse caressed Jenn's
collarbone. She paused there, skimming back and forth across Jenn's
shoulders.
Jenn opened her eyes slightly, gazing through lowered lashes. "Why did
you stop?" she asked.
"I've never...never touched a woman like this before," Jesse said. "You
know this."
"I know," Jenn said. "Don't think of it as touching a woman. Think of it
as touching me. You've touched me before. Touch me now."
Jesse flashed a quick smile. With feather-light touches, Jesse ran her
hands down Jenn's chest, following the curve of her breasts, her
ribcage, the slightly rounded tummy. Jenn's breathing grew ragged and
her eyelashes fluttered. Her lips were parted invitingly. Jesse
hesitated for only a breath before leaning in to press her lips to
Jenn's in a soft kiss.
The kiss was unlike anything Jesse had ever experienced. Jenn's lips
were softer and fuller than his, but held the same knowledge, the same
easy rhythm of the kiss. Jesse opened her mouth slightly to Jenn and
kissed her harder. Jenn's wrapped her arms tight around Jesse. Their
bodies were pressed together with only the thin layer of Jesse's shirt
between them.
A wave of aggression flooded Jesse. She pushed against Jenn, forcing her
back onto the bed and pressing full-out against her. Jesse's hips
nestled between Jenn's wide-spread legs. Her pulse raced at the thought
of what waited for her there.
Slow down, Jesse admonished herself. She released Jenn's lips and kissed
a trail of kisses down her throat. Jenn moved restlessly on the bed, her
hips grinding up against Jesse's belly.
Jesse dragged her tongue down the upper swell of one breast and across
the hard pink bud of Jenn's nipple. She closed her lips around the
blushing flesh and suckled gently. Her tongue swirled around the nipple
teasingly.
Jenn cried out and grabbed Jesse's head, tangling her fingers in the
deep red curls.
Jesse let go of Jenn's breast and pulled against Jenn's grip. Jenn
reluctantly let go. Jesse squirmed against Jenn's body. She licked a
line down the middle of Jenn's tummy, lapped at her belly button, then
resumed her downward journey.
Jesse paused at the edge of Jenn's pubis. She was waxed bare.
Jenn moved her hips, making small sounds of need. She slit her eyes and
lifted her head to look down at Jesse. "Don't stop," she pleaded.
Jesse swallowed the rising panic. What if she did something wrong? She
slid down further until she was kneeling between Jenn's legs, facing the
bare cleft. She lowered her head and let a wash of warm breath caress
Jenn. Jesse ran the flat of her tongue over the outer pubic lips using
broad, quick strokes.
Placing her hands on Jenn's inner thighs, Jesse used her thumbs to
spread Jenn wide open, baring the wet pink flesh. Jesse opened her mouth
wide and sealed it to Jenn's pussy. She sucked softly on the warm, sweet
skin. She used the very tip of her tongue to follow the intricate folds
and valleys, drawing her focus inward.
Jesse found Jenn's swelling clit and concentrated her attention there.
She released the suction and used only her tongue to tickle the swollen
nub. Jenn bucked her hips, gripping Jesse's hair hard and dragging her
closer. Jesse made a small sound of protest at the sudden pain in her
scalp, but didn't slow down on licking. She flicked her tongue faster.
Jenn opened like a flower, flesh filling and plumping with blood. Hips
ground against rapidly moving tongue.
Jenn thrashed on the bed. Her thighs were shaking against Jesse's hands.
Jesse let go of one leg and slid a finger deeply into Jenn.
Jenn cried out. Her flesh contracted around Jesse's probing finger.
Jesse kept licking until Jenn pushed her away with another small cry.
"Too sensitive," she gasped.
Jesse smiled. She slipped her fingers out of Jenn and slid them into her
mouth, sucking them clean. She crawled up Jenn slowly and curled up
beside her. She rested her head on Jenn's shoulder. She traced idle
circles on Jenn's stomach waiting for her breathing to slow.
Jenn twisted slightly so they were more facing each other and caressed
Jesse's cheek. "Love you, baby," she said softly.
Jesse smiled. "Love you too."
(To be continued...)
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