We slept for another two hours and when I woke Mandy was still lying on top of me. My cock had slipped from her pussy and she was leaking all over me, but I didn’t care. I was here alone with a beautiful woman who loved me as much as I had grown to love her. She stirred slightly and raised her head. “Morning, my love; I love you. I’m the luckiest man on the planet—no, in the universe. You know, you’re beautiful in the morning.”
“No, I’m not, Jeremy. My hair’s a mess and if I don’t get up soon I’m going to pee all over you.”
I smiled as I said, “promises, promises!” Mandy laughed and pushed herself up en route to the bathroom. She returned a few minutes later, climbing next to me. I rolled her onto her side and we spooned for several minutes as I warmed her body with mine. I raised her leg and entered her from behind. I moved slowly as I fondled her breasts, teasing her areolas and nipples, and nuzzled her tender neck. Mandy was moaning nonstop when she turned her head to kiss me. She pushed her tongue into my throat as our passion grew. My humping grew faster and harder; in response Mandy reached down to cup my balls. Her rubbing brought me along much faster than I wanted, but I wasn’t going to discourage her—it felt great! As she rubbed my balls I reached around her to rub her clit. I found it hot and hard, covered in her secretions. I rubbed and tickled her nipple until she started to move, driving my cock deeper and deeper into her cunt.
“FUCK ME, JEREMY! FUCK ME HARDER! DRIVE YOUR COCK INTO ME!” Mandy was screaming, demanding in her lust. I was thrusting so hard I was afraid I was going to push her off the bed, but nature intervened and we both came—Mandy flooding me as she squirted for the first time while I was literally pouring hot sticky semen into her. Finally, we stopped. We were wringing wet, sweat pouring from us as we struggled to regain our breath. I looked down at the bedding—it was a good thing we were people of magic or my uncle was going to expect a new bed. This one was ruined.
I struggled to rise, pulling Mandy with me. We trudged to the shower and stood together under the hot rejuvenating water. “Damn,” I said, “I have to pee.”
“So, go ahead. You can get it on me. I won’t melt. Hell, I might even like it. Here, let me hold it for you.” So Mandy, my once demure virgin turned into a wanton woman, held my cock while I urinated. She deliberately directed the stream to her abdomen. “I like the warmth it gives me. Maybe we’ll do this again.” Finally my stream ebbed and we could wash each other. It was a long slow and loving process as we explored each other’s bodies. When the water turned cold we exited, dried each other off, and donned the robes.
I led her to the kitchen where I made coffee, bacon and eggs. As we ate I could see she was thinking. “A penny for your thoughts,” I commented.
“Oh, I’m just thinking how happy you’ve made me and how I don’t want this weekend to end. We don’t have to go home today, do we?”
“Not if you don’t want to,” I replied, “but we’d better let our parents know we’re staying. We both sent telepathic messages to our folks letting them know we were OK, that the ritual couldn’t have gone better and that we were staying for another day. I was surprised—no, astonished—when I got a message from MP telling me that she was thrilled for me. When I told Mandy she just showed me her beautiful grin and led me back to the bedroom. “Hmmm, I don’t know if even magic can fix this mess.” The sheets were stained with a combination of our secretions. When I lifted the sheet I could see the mattress was soaked, too. Uncle Phil was going to be pissed if we couldn’t fix this. Mandy pushed me aside and uttered a spell. The sheets rose from the bed, were cleaned and pressed, the stains disappeared and the bed was remade. I looked at Mandy and she was blowing on the ends of her fingers, like an old-time gunfighter blowing the ends of two revolvers.
“C’mon, pardner, seems a shame to waste such a nice bed, doesn’t it? Let’s get in and get cozy.” We climbed under the covers and snuggled together. I pulled her robe off and shucked mine from my shoulders so we could lie skin-to-skin. Mandy’s skin was perfection—soft, smooth, and with no marks or blemishes of any kind. Her temperature must have been higher than mine because she always felt hot. I asked her about it one time and she told me I felt the same way. Magic? Maybe it was, but if so, it was the magic of our love for each other that made it happen.
That weekend we made love over and over until I couldn’t get it up any longer, and then Mandy took care of me in her mouth until I was once again hard enough to penetrate her. We kept odd hours, fucking and napping throughout the day and night. I don’t recall eating anything other than that breakfast. Too soon we had to leave. We strolled outside, enjoying the cool clear weather. We sat on the tree stump, recalling our first time together. Reluctantly, we finally turned and left. We drove home in silence, but holding hands the entire way.
When I took her home her mother hugged me and her dad shook my hand with a smile, welcoming me to their family. Her brother Steven just gave me a “thumbs up.” Later when we were alone he told me he had fucked Alicia four times in the past two weeks and she was right—she did give great blowjobs. Mandy opened her suitcase, showing her parents the gown she had worn and the virginal blood staining it. They nodded in great satisfaction. Since they knew about our relationship we were free to have sex at any time either in her room or mine. It seemed they welcomed Mandy’s orgasmic vocalizations, which was good because Mandy was a screamer.
The school year was almost over; exams were completed in mid-June when Mandy and I decided to drive to a neighboring town to see a first run movie. I parked the car, locked it, and we walked toward the theater hand-in hand. I bought the tickets and opened the door for Mandy. “Oh, damn, Jeremy, I forgot something in the car.”
“OK,” I replied, “I’ll go back and get it for you.”
“No, that’s OK, I can get it. Just give me the keys.” Mandy walked back to the car as I turned to check out some posters for coming attractions. When I heard the screeching tires I knew there was trouble. I ran as fast as I could toward my car. I saw Mandy lying under the tires of a big pick-up. The driver, in an effort to reverse the damage backed up right over her chest crushing her ribcage. Using my magic I lifted the truck and pulled Mandy free. She was coughing blood as I took her into my arms. Mentally, I called 911 requesting an ambulance.
“Hold on, Mandy. Help is on the way.” I stroked her hair and her cheek. Her breathing was extremely labored. Her blood was drenching my shorts as I prayed for her. Slowly Mandy opened her eyes. I looked into her face as she mouthed the words, “I…love….” She died in my arms. I screamed a long time, uncontrollable agony expressed in my voice. “Why, God? What did she ever do to deserve this?” My tears flowed like rain. The EMT’s had to pull me away from her. They sedated me and insisted that I accompany them to the hospital. I wanted to ride with Mandy, but—no—that wasn’t to be. The cops arrested the truck driver. He was drunk.
My parents met me at the hospital. The doctors there wanted me to stay overnight but I refused. All the time—hours—I wept uncontrollably. When I got home MP was there and she was crying, too. She put her arm around me and helped me to my room. MP undressed me and led me to the shower where she supported and washed me. Then she dried me, helped me into pajamas, and put me to bed. I lay there for hours crying and screaming in my grief. Eventually, sleep—merciful sleep—came to me. MP stayed with me the entire time, sleeping in my desk chair or on the floor. She refused offers from my parents to relieve her.
Days passed and I was no better. Finally, the time for her wake arrived. Seeing her there, lying so peacefully in her coffin was agony for me and her funeral was even worse. I threw myself onto her coffin as they lowered it into the ground. I wanted to join her—be with her forever just as we had planned. When it was over everyone went to her parents’ house, I guess, to console the family, and to relax after the ordeal. I sent them a telepathic message explaining that I just wasn’t up to all the social interaction. They said they understood.
I was miserable for days. I didn’t shave or wash and I couldn’t eat. I threw up anything I was able to get down. I was a mess. The only thing that saved my sanity was MP’s presence. Once again, she refused to leave me, sitting patiently for hours while I wrestled with the injustice of what had happened. Finally, unable to stomach the stench of my body she led me to the shower and washed me. I protested but my words fell on deaf ears. She used her limited telepathy to insist. In the shower she first washed and then shaved me. For the first time in over a week I almost looked and felt human. I dressed and went down to the kitchen to eat. My mother was there waiting for me. She said nothing but hugged me and kissed my cheek. I knew I was going to survive.
After eating a light meal I went outside, sitting by the pool to think. I was there until well into the evening before coming in. I told my parents I needed to get away. With Uncle Phil’s permission I was going to the cottage. I assured my mother that I wasn’t going to do anything stupid. I just needed to be by myself for a while. In the morning I packed my car, kissed my mother and hugged MP then I drove slowly away.
I went to the village for some staples. I wasn’t there to feast. I just needed to survive—coffee, orange juice, milk and cereal, some fruit, and cold cuts and bread. That was enough to get me started. I didn’t know how long I’d be there and I could always return for more. I opened the cottage, put my supplies away and went to the bedroom. I sat on the bed and the dam burst. I cried like I’d never cried before, so hard my whole body shook. All my grief was pouring out and I couldn’t control it. I wept for two days until I fell asleep for almost twenty-four hours.
While all this was transpiring MP went to see my mother. This is her part of the story.
“Mrs. M. can I ask you something?”
“Of course, MP, come in. Please have a seat.”
“Mrs. M. I need to ask you about Jeremy, but he put this spell on me. Can you reverse it?”
“Sorry, MP, only Jeremy can do that. Why do you ask?”
“I need to ask you about us—our relationship—but I don’t know how to do it.”
“Hmm,” my mother responded, “can you reword your questions to be general—generic—rather than dealing directly with Jeremy?”
I thought for quite a while before speaking. “Mrs. M, I have this friend who is in love with a wizard. I don’t mean the usual kid love. I mean real enduring love, the kind that will last forever. My friend wants to be with this wizard but she did something really, really stupid and drove him away. He says that he can only be with a girl who is a witch. So, what my friend wants to know is this—do you have to be born a witch or can anyone become one, you know, by studying about it?”
“Wow, MP, that’s a handful. I don’t know the answer but I know someone who does—Jeremy’s grandfather. He is warlock royalty. There’s almost nothing he doesn’t know when it comes to witches and warlocks. I can contact him telepathically even though he is more than a thousand miles away.” Mrs. M. went silent for a long while. I could see that she was discussing something. She paced the living room—back and forth—for almost an hour before speaking again. “MP, do you really receive telepathic messages that we send or are you just guessing?”
“I really do receive them, Mrs. M. In fact, I’ve had that experience since I was a little girl. I never mentioned it because I was afraid everyone would think I was crazy.” Mrs. M. continued her conversation. She was sending and receiving so fast I could barely keep up with what was being said. Finally, she spoke again, “MP, I want you to go home and put together a family tree. The farther back you can go the better. Ask your parents to help. I’m sure they know a lot about your family history. Go back at least to your great-grandparents if you can. When you have it, come back right away.”
I had no idea what was going on but I figured it must be important. I ran home, grabbed a pen and some paper and cornered my father. I told him it was for a special school project I was assigned over the summer. He gave me everything he could from his side of the family. Then I went to see my mother. She had actually done some genealogical work online. She showed me what she had. I copied it and ran back to Jeremy’s house. I handed his mother the sheet. She began pacing again. This time it went on for almost two hours. When she stopped she faced me and a smile came to her face.
“I know now why you can receive the telepathy, MP. Your great, great, great grandmother on your mother’s side…” she paused before continuing, “was a witch! That’s what took so long. Jeremy’s grandfather had to go through volumes and volumes of records. So here’s the answer to your question. You qualify—barely—as a witch. No amount of training will make you a full-fledged witch, but so far as being with Jeremy, his grandfather says it is OK!”
“Can I go to him? I know he needs me.”
“Yes, MP, I can send you. We don’t use brooms anymore, you know. Now we use teleportation. It’s faster and much safer. Do you want to pack a bag before I send you?”
“Mrs. M, somehow I don’t think I’m going to need much in the way of clothes. I just need to tell my parents I’m going. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
Back at the mountain cottage I never fell into any kind of routine. I’d get up in the morning and have a small bite to eat then I’d cry for an hour or so, stop for a while then cry some more. I was in the deepest despair I’d ever known. One afternoon I was sitting on the stump asking God why I was destined to be alone. What had I done to deserve this? I’d lost MP and then Mandy. I was going to be alone forever.
“No, you’re not, Jeremy. You’re never going to be alone again. I’m going to be with you always.”
I looked around. I knew I hadn’t heard anything so was it telepathy? Suddenly, out of the blue, I felt a hand on my shoulder. “No, Jeremy, you’re never going to be alone again.” MP leaned over to kiss my cheek. “And, don’t tell me to go away because I’m moving in.”
It’s a long story, Jeremy, but the bottom line is that we can be together. It turns out one of my ancestors was a witch. Your grandfather says we can be together. Remind me to give him a huge kiss when I finally meet him.”
“But, MP, you’re moving in? Where?”
“To your--oops--I mean our room. When I told my father I was coming here to be with you and why he called me a slut and threw me out of the house. That’s OK with me. I’d much rather be your slut than his little girl. Your mother immediately invited me to live with you. I think she’s going to make the room bigger and get a bigger bed, although I doubt we really need one. I’m going to be closer to you than your own skin.”
“I have to sit down, MP. This is all a bit much for me to handle. Did Mom send you—teleportation?”
“Yes, Jeremy, she wants us to be together. I want us to be together, and I know it’s what you want, too. I’m really sorry about Mandy and I’ll never forget her, but….”
Just then I received a telepathic message. “Jeremy, Mandy’s mom and I know about MP. We want you to know that Mandy thought the world of her and she would have wanted you to move on. Mandy was all about living and happiness. She’d want you to live and be happy, too. Don’t waste this opportunity with MP. She has a letter we found in Mandy’s room. She wrote it the day she died. It’s addressed to you.”
When I turned to MP she was holding the letter. I recognized Mandy’s handwriting. My hand was shaking when I opened the envelope.
The past six months since I met you have been the best and happiest of my life. I would love to spend the rest of eternity with you, but I have had a dark foreboding that something terrible is going to happen to me. I have tried to hide it from you but I cannot hide it from myself. If I am wrong you will never see this letter and we will live a long and happy life together. If I am right I don’t want you to mourn for me. Remember me and the wonderful times we had together. Life is for living and I want you to live it to the fullest.
I know that MP loves you as much as I do and that you love her, too. That’s why I insisted that she ride with us to and from school. If there is any way for the two of you to get together and stay together you should do it. I know you have all her love just as you have had all of mine.
It was signed “Mandy” surrounded by lots of little hearts.
When I looked up MP was crying as much as I was. She extended her hand; this time I took it. She led me back to the cottage. She took me to the bathroom where she stripped away her clothes before turning to remove mine. I stood there like a zombie, not knowing what to do but unable to resist. “Your mother told me what I should do. Apparently, there’s some kind of ritual for this, too.” She led me to the shower and washed me as she had done many times before. She turned off the water and dried me then led me to the bedroom.
She placed me carefully on the bed. “Look at me, Jeremy. I want you to look into my eyes. I know I hurt you. It was a terribly stupid way for me to behave. I promise you that I will be with you forever and that I will love you every day as much as I love you now and I will never hurt you again.” This time I knew she was telling me the truth.
I just couldn’t respond. I was dead inside until I heard a voice: “Jeremy, what are you doing? You know you love her as much as you loved me. If you let her get away from you now I’ll never forgive you.” It was Mandy reaching back to me from beyond. I opened my arms, welcoming MP into them. She placed her lips on mine; they were as soft and inviting as our first kiss years ago. I was tentative at first but MP’s love broke down my resistance. She pushed her fantastic tits into my chest as she held my head through the kiss. It went on for many minutes—we had a lot of lost time to make up for. MP backed away and slid down my body, licking her way to my cock. It was so hard, harder than it had been in a long time. MP skipped the preliminaries and swallowed me in one try. She went so far down that she gagged. I was concerned but she smiled, “Do you have any idea how long I’ve waited to do that?”
“Well, you can do it every day now. Hell, you can do it twice a day,” I responded.
MP laughed, “I’m shooting for at least three. I hope your parents aren’t planning to sleep too much when we get back.” Then she continued sucking me to a glorious orgasm. I stopped her before I got there, though and swung her around so I could reciprocate. It was the best 69 of my life. MP tasted so sweet and so fresh, her scent intoxicating. I rubbed her pussy lips with my thumbs before plunging my tongue deep into her tunnel. She was producing pussy juice at a prodigious rate. No matter how much I swallowed there was more pouring out of her. I reached up to take her clit between my teeth. Remembering how she liked it rough I nibbled on it resulting in a long, loud groan from her lips. When I bit and sucked it hard I was rewarded with a torrent of juice as she shook her way through her first orgasm. She collapsed on top of me, my hard cock still in her mouth. She recovered slowly and as she did she resumed licking my cock. “Sit up, MP. Put it in you. I want to feel you again.”
She sprang up, turned around and placing my cock at her entrance whispered, “I love you, Jeremy, with all my heart.” Then she dropped down impaling herself on my cock. “I’m also planning on doing this at least three times a day. I’m going to wear you out.” She smiled and it must have been contagious—for the first time in more than two weeks I smiled back. Mandy was right; MP would make me happy. MP started to rock very slowly. She was clearly enjoying our coupling and wanted to make it last. I hadn’t even thought about sex since Mandy died so I was really horny. I didn’t realize how much during my depression, but now I wanted to cum very, very badly. I increased our pace ramming my cock deep into her mashing her cervix in the process.
‘That’s it, Jeremy, give it to me. Give it to me hard. You know I want it. You want it, too!”
“Yes, MP, damn I want you so badly. I want your hot cunt so badly.” I pushed into her one last time before I exploded, weeks of frustration and despair racing through my cock flooding her womb with my cream. I was drained. I lay there, still buried within MP. That’s when I heard the voice again,” Great going, Jeremy. Now I can rest in peace.”
MP and I rested for a while, savoring each other’s touch. MP rose up and spoke for the first time in almost half an hour, “I almost forgot, Jeremy, your mom said two things to me. First, she wants me to call her ‘Mom’ and, second, she says she can teach me some spells.”
I pulled her down for a quick but hot kiss. “I don’t know why, you’ve never needed magic to put me under your spell before.” We laughed at my lame joke and went back to fucking. All told we fucked six times that night. In the morning I asked MP about the ritual my mom had talked to her about.
“Oh, that--what she said was that I should fuck you silly. That was all you really needed.”
I told you my mom was the smartest woman I ever met. That just proved it.
MP and I drove home the following day. Mom and Dad were thrilled to see us and were overjoyed to see that I was over my funk. When asked how she did it MP responded, “I just followed your advice—I fucked him silly. That was all it took.” On a more serious note I told them that I had heard Mandy speak to me, that she told me I should live and love MP. That’s exactly what I was going to do.
Mom took MP aside. “Take off the locket, MP, and open it.” MP seemed puzzled, but did as she was asked. She pulled the chain over her head. Using her fingernails she carefully pried the halves apart. Inside was my heart, in one piece, and beating again.