Something Wicked (5 page)

CHAPTER SEVEN

With the late August morning sun beating on my back, I hoped
my SPF 75 sunblock wouldn't fail me. But the warmth from its rays eased the aches
in my neck and back from the physical labor of cleaning out toilets and machine
buffing floors. Johnny was right. The commercial buffer was heavy and hard to
maneuver. Getting the English Department floors spotless last night was nothing
short of a miracle, and I was paying for it in aches and pains this morning. My
body screamed in agony so loudly that I woke up at 6 AM, unable to get back to
sleep. So I opted for an early morning reading session at Diana's Pool, a
semi-private watering hole isolated from the other major swim spots. It was a
hike to get out here, but the secluded pool surrounded by rocks and a waterfall
made it worth the work.

I propped myself up on my elbows, re-adjusting my baseball
cap slightly. Dragging over the Book of Shadows that was left on my doorstep
yesterday morning, I flipped it open to the page marked with a simple red silk
ribbon. It was bookmarking a chapter "For when your magic fails."

"No joke," I harrumphed and sipped my Dunkin'
Donuts iced coffee, wistfully thinking that I should have also treated myself
to a donut. But I cheaped out. Money would be even tighter if I couldn't get
the damn spell to work, and my confidence level was nil. If Tara canceled my tarot-reading
gig for her sorority, I'd miss the next tax payment on the house. And that
would suck.

Find your Telos
, the chapter began.

What the hell was a telos again?

I didn't have a whole lot of time to examine the book
yesterday. The late night cleaning shift sucked my energy and I fell asleep
with the book in my lap last night. I was barely three pages in, but I recalled
seeing "telos" in one of them.

I replaced the ribbon and flipped back to the beginning of
the book. Too bad homegrown books don't come with an index or a table of
contents. I passed a few yellowed typewritten pages shoved randomly into the
book (one had a meatloaf recipe) before finding the definition.

Telos is the magic you intend to conjure.

Oh, duh, the intention. Grams totally was not into the
magical buzzwords. I flipped back to my bookmarked page.

With your focus on your telos, it is time to bring your
life energy to the surface and get your magic back.

Life energy? Grams taught me to conjure with intention and
spells, not life energy. How does one even conjure with that? But getting my
mojo back was the point. I had to read on.

This Great Rite is rarely practiced in the modern craft.
It's considered taboo, its methods unorthodox to some covens. But this powerful
form of divinity will bring you a magical bounty and great personal
fulfillment.

Well sign me up! I happily flipped the page. Then my jaw
dropped.

There was a black and white sketch, smudged in places, of a
naked woman with long hair sitting against a rock beside a waterfall. Her legs
were slightly bent and open, one hand on her breast and the other exploring her
nether regions. Her head was back, resting on the rock, and her face was a mask
of pure ecstasy.

I gulped and looked around, embarrassed. I was still
completely alone, so no one could see that I was reading some sort of homemade
porn. I squinted at the background of the picture. The location looked
strikingly similar to Diana's Pool.

I allowed myself a moment to marvel at the coincidence. It
was a beautiful place, remote and wild, rocks all around a clear, crisp pool of
water. The small but powerful waterfall at one end cascaded into the pool,
churning up the water directly under it.

With the shock of seeing the illicit illustration wearing
off, I read on.

Sex magic is powerful magic. It captures your life force
and channels it into your telos; the resulting eruption conjures a spell that
is beyond your wildest imagination. It is the source of spiritual creation.
Just like a man and a woman make love to conceive a child, the act of sex magic
creates an explosive force on the spirit plane, and imbues your magic with
extraordinary power. Sex magic connects the mind to the body, the body to the
spirit, teasing out your magic until your final orgasm.

I snickered. Forces and eruptions, shuddering and
explosions. This was one horny witch.

I flipped through a few pages, fidgeting a little bit as the
sun's rays heated my skin.

Solo Sex Magic. Do you need a partner for sex magic? In a
word, no. Of course, the more partners involved, the stronger the spell, the
better the result. But sex magic works just fine, even for the solitary witch.

Harrumph. Solitary witch. That stung a bit. I read on.

For solo practice, take a ritual bath. An outdoor lake or
stream is ideal to tap into the power of the earth, but a man made bathtub will
do. As you bathe, light four candles: one North, one South, one East and one West.
Once you recite your favorite cleansing incantation, you are ready to begin.
You can remain in the water or leave the ritual bath when you are ready to
embark on your journey. Now, chose your telos. This must be a single objective,
what you need your magic to accomplish. As you focus on your telos, consider
the following...

I flipped the page and gasped. There was a sketched diagram
example of how to practice solo sex magic. My face flared and I glanced around,
making sure I was still alone. Beads of sweat dripped down my back.

My sexual experiences were limited, not really by choice.
Between The Witchery, my cleaning job, and staying on top of my classes, my
days were pretty damn full. Romance wasn't exactly high priority. I had one
boyfriend before my life got uber complicated, and he took my virginity and
then took a hike. Which was really fine with me. My naive sex-pectations
included wine and candlelight and major orgasms. Instead we fumbled around his
boy-musty dorm room with the lights off, nothing but a four pack Yoohoo in the
fridge. At first it was slightly painful, and then it was over pretty damn
quick. We did it a few times more and while it didn't feel
bad
, I 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 thought about the debts threatening my home. I thought
about the Book of Shadows sitting on the rocks, right beside my underwear and
my modesty. Then I thought about my
telos
.

"Focus, Izzy," I muttered to myself. But with my
telos
so decidedly unsexy, I just couldn't get my head into it. So I allowed my mind
to wander, and it floated effortlessly to Finn. I leaned against the rocks,
allowing my fantasy to take root.

Finn stepped out of the bathroom, his hair in long black
ringlets wet from his shower. I followed the scent of sandalwood soap to his
room, where he turned and faced me. My gaze swept over his muscular chest and
defined abs, his towel low enough on his hips to show off his Adonis belt. Fine
dark hair tickled a line from his belly button before diving under the towel. I
ached to see where that line ended.

"
Isadora?" His voice was husky. "What are
you doing here?"

My breath was shallow, like I just came in from a run.
"I'm supposed to focus on my telos. Can you help me?"

He dropped his towel, and I saw the erection that his
shorts hid the other day in the kitchen. "Like this?"

I nodded, blood rushing to where I ached for him to fill
me, leaving me unable to speak.

Finn rubbed his ample shaft as he walked towards me.
"I can't do this one for you, Iz. You need to take control."

"How?" I managed to eek the word out. I could
barely breath.

"Touch your breast." Finn's demand was low in
his throat, almost a growl.

"Like this?" I whispered, moving my hand mechanically
to my bikini top.

Finn laughed. "Let go, Izzy. Stop thinking about it.
Feel it. See?"

He closed his eyes and squeezed on his shaft. A drop of
pre-come slipped out of the head of his penis, and he used it for lubrication
as he moved his hand up and down the length of his rock hard cock. He smiled
and his mouth opened. A small moan of pleasure escaped.

"Your turn," he said, catching me by surprise.
I was mesmerized by his arousal. "Remove your top, and touch your
nipples."

Half in a daze, I untied the knot at the nape of my neck
holding up my bikini. The two triangles covering my breasts dropped into the
water. Then I did as Finn said, and ran my fingers over my nipples, shivering
at the sensation of my fingers gliding over the rigid peaks. Curious, I gently
took one nipple between by thumb and ring finger, moaning slightly as I pinched
it.

"Perfect," Finn said, his breath more labored.

I ached for him to touch me, to take his mouth over my
swelling breasts and suck on my nipples until I exploded from pleasure.