Chapter 8: Chapter 6 – Silver Lining (part 1 of 2) *

I went home after the tenth story of me getting into a fight because somebody called me peewee. In fact, I could see her point to a certain degree. Being called shrimp, pigmy, munchkin, and so on day after day would wear thin over time. Steph had obvious tired of it and tried making examples of a few people. Her glorious failures were why I hadn’t been bothered by people. She was injured often enough that the teachers had taken notice and got involved. I wasn’t upset that I had a reputation for fighting because like me she had tried settling her issues with her fists. I just wished she had done better. Victoria wanted me to stay but I still needed to do laundry and homework. I couldn’t stay even if I wanted to listen to “my” valiant deeds, so I told her we’d talk tomorrow.

I got home after seven. My mom was watching television in the Livingroom but paused it when I walked in. “You’re finally back. You missed dinner.”

“Sorry, Victoria was upset so I spent time comforting her. We are planning to come here tomorrow after practice. It may run late though.”

“It’s fine. Is she ok?” She asked and while there was concern in her voice, she seemed really happy. She kept smiling as she waited for my answer.

"She's fine. She just wanted advice on her problem." I kept my reply simple. It was a habit I had because I sucked at lying. The more I said, the more likely the things I didn't want known would be discovered.

She let it go at that and went back to her show. The smile on her face never leaving. I went back to my room thinking about my mom's strange behavior. She was acting so weird and I sure why. But I still had something to do and started typing on my computer as soon as it booted up. I wanted to check the website I got from Janet. But even after retyping the address three times, I still got 'URL Site Not Found'. Did she give me a fake site?

Frustrated, I grabbed my phone and sent Janet a message, [Janet, tried website but it wasn't there can you check to see if it loads 4 U?]. After I sent the message I grabbed the clothes I stuffed into my backpack and went to start the wash. We were lucky enough to have a washer with a drier on top. It was tucked away in what was probably supposed to be a closet when the building was designed. It was by the bathroom, so I after starting the wash, I went to take care of my needs.

Mom hadn't said Roy was here, but the toilet seat was up showing a man had used it. After I took care of my business, I thought about my mom's strange behavior and checked the trash to see if there were any rubbers in it. They either hadn’t done the deed or disposed of the evidence in a different way. It was a pity since his semen could give me high end spells.

I had stopped worrying about gaining power because the alleged dangers I had read never appeared. Now I was wondering how to gain a few high-level spells so I could get a decent job. But I figured I had a few years to deal with it and wasn't too concerned. I sat down at my desk and began doing my homework. I got up an hour later, stretched out the kinks, and went to put my clothes in the drier. It was after ten when I finally finished. I collected my clothes and tossed a dress and gym outfit into my backpack and went to look for a swimsuit to model in. I only found one. A neon blue bikini was stuffed at the bottom of my underwear drawer. I looked at it with trepidation because it didn’t have a lot of fabric. While I didn’t mind people looking, I also did want anything popping out in public. It was so tiny that I wasn’t sure if I should get another one.

But I had a week, so I tossed it back into the drawer and went to bed. The next day were the same as Monday. I got up early, jogged to school, worked out, and went to class. The only difference was that I had cheer practice after school.

Cheering was a different experience than what I was used to. It was more fun being tossed into the air like a rag doll than taking a hit from a two hundred plus boy hell bent on proving he's better than you. My body seemed to remember what to do, and I found out that I was super flexible. Our sports coach, Ms. Mirth, would yell out things like scorpion and I found myself reacting. I was impressed. My body moved in ways that would have put my old body in traction.

After practice, Victoria's father picked us up again. This time Victoria came to my apartment and after eating a late dinner with my mom, we retreated to my room. Victoria started talking right away, “I’ve been thinking all day about what you said yesterday. I came up with a few ideas on how you could hook up, but I think we should rule out girls first.”

“Are you offering yourself up to be my test subject?”

“I…I... Figured we did stuff before so…”

I nodded, “I’m willing but are you sure? You were upset before and this could be your redo.” I wasn’t as excited as I should be, but I needed to know. I waited and when she nodded, I gently pushed her down onto my bed. I used my hands to unbutton her pants. I did it slowly, so she had time to reconsider. She didn’t but instead, raised her hips up to help me when I went to pull them off along with her underwear. Her skin was darker than mine and she had a full, curly brown bush. As I pulled her pants off, I ran my hand along her smooth skin. It felt like silk.

I slowly nibbled, licked, and kissed as I made my way back up her leg. I made little swirling motions with my fingertips, simply enjoying the soft feel of her skin. Like a guilty pleasure I ran them along the outside of her legs while my gentle kisses slowly teased their way ever closer to her hidden treasure. She seemed to become more sensitive the further up I went. I heard her sigh softly as she parted her legs to allow me access to her completely. I parted her slit using my thumbs. My actions revealed her pink inner folds, and I leaned in and ran my tongue up from the bottom to her little button. It tasted a little salty, but it wasn’t bad, so I did it again and again. Her inner layer was smooth and rubbery, and I explored her using my tongue. I didn’t know exactly what I was doing but I took my time and was listening to her, trying to gauge what she liked and didn’t.

I took her sighs and “ohs” to mean she liked it and I concentrated on those areas. As I girl, I should know where girls liked to be touched but I hadn’t explored my new body and my only experience was a dream I barely remembered. Still, I thought I did ok. I knew enough to know her clit was sensitive, and I would rapidly flick it with my tongue. Then go explore her entrance. As she got more excited there was more liquid, and her flavor changed. It became a bit more metallic. Happy with my success I became more daring and would “capture” her clit, suck it into my mouth and then use my tongue to torment her. I felt her hand in my hair as her hips started to gyrate and I took that as her enjoying what I was doing so I redoubled my efforts.

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I didn’t use my finger because I wasn’t sure if she was a virgin and didn’t want to break it. Instead, I used my tongue to probe into her. She gave a moan and then covered her mouth with her other hand to stifle anything that might come out. Her movements became more energetic, and she used her hand that was resting on my head to push me into her crotch. I thought I knew why and increased the pressure I was using, and she grabbed my pillow because her moans were becoming louder and harder to hide.

I felt her thighs tighten around my head as her body went rigid and there was a gush of liquid that coated my lower face. I lapped up as much as I could and waited for the robotic voice, but it didn’t come. I gave her a couple more licks to double check, but nothing happened. I looked up with regret and saw Victoria’s flushed face looked at me.

She propped herself up on her elbows and said, “Wow, just wow. Where’d you learn that? Wait, that’s not the point. Did you get any of my spells?”

“Nothing,” my tone was full of disappointment. I had really hoped to get more spells.

“I’m sorry, Steph. From your story, I thought it would work. Maybe we did something wrong. We could try again.” She said sorry but she had a goofy smile on her face. “Or do you think you get spells only from men?”

“I’m not sure but judging from the amount you released, it should have worked.” I quickly continued; “you might want to get dressed in case my mom comes to check on us. You weren’t exactly quiet”. I gave a playful wink.

“Good point,” she scootched off the bed and put her clothes back on as she talked. “If.. if you really need a man, why don’t you accept one of the confession letters? You could have a boyfriend in seconds and then it’d be natural to sleep with him after a while. Umm if you get a boyfriend, do you think we can still do this every once and a while?”

“I thought of doing something like that, but I think I can only get a couple of spells per guy I’m with. As for doing this again, if I did have a boyfriend, it would be cheating unless he joined us. Both you and the imaginary boyfriend would have to be ok with that. Until then, I don’t mind helping you out, but I think you should try figuring out if you like boys as well. There’s no reason you can’t like both, right?”

She ignored me saying she might like both and asked, “So, you need to sleep around like Ann?” Her voice held doubt when she asked that.

“I don’t know. I don’t want to but...” I shrugged my shoulders. “If I want to unlock spells it seems I don’t have much of a choice. Before I commit to anything, I need a man to test my theories out on, but I don’t want others to know.”

“A secret lover? If that’s the case, it can’t be the boys at school. They all brag about who they slept with. What about seducing an older man or maybe we can sneak into a college party where nobody knows us.”

“I’m the size of a middle schooler, do you think the college guys wouldn’t notice?”

She snapped her fingers, grinned, and said “I got the perfect plan. Janet was talking about her father’s boss needing a babysitter. I heard he got divorced because he liked touching younger women. He has a reputation, so he can’t find a sitter. You could take the job and when he makes a move you could just go along with his advances. He’s older so he can’t talk about sleeping with you and if you don’t like it you don’t have to babysit for him again. It’s full proof.”

It wasn’t a bad plan as long as I didn’t care who I slept with. But when I thought about doing the deed with a stranger, much less a man, I hesitated. It was a big step. “I’ll think about it.”

For the next couple of days Victoria and I ended up in my room. We mostly did our homework together and with what little time was left over, tried to figure out what happened to me. We didn't any "experiments" again but instead thought of ways I could get more spells. It was just that the thought of giving myself to a stranger to get a random spell was waying on me. Did I really want to sleep with a man for a spell? Since I had a few, I wasn't sure I needed to put myself in such a predicament.

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