Chapter 1: A Date Gone Wrong
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft, Ma/ft, ft/ft, Fa/ft, Magic, Mind Control, Reluctant, Lesbian, TransGender, Incest, Sister, Masturbation, Slow,
Desc: Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 1: A Date Gone Wrong - A teenage boy has to learn to adapt after he is cursed during a family vacation in New Orleans. He is the victim of a misunderstanding. Now the curse is out of control. When the girl who first cursed him realizes she's lost control of the curse she leaves to find him so she can fix it. Starts slow.
Patrick sat alone brooding in the hotel lobby. It was one in the morning on the last day of his family’s vacation to New Orleans, and he knew he had to get back up to the room before his parents came back. His sister would be back soon, and he wanted to be in bed before she returned. He decided to take a few more minutes trying to figure out what exactly had gone wrong.
Patrick had just turned 14 last month. He had dark brown hair and blue eyes. He was also still short for his age. He spent most of his time playing computer games and surfing the Internet, so he was also relatively thin but not muscular. He was a bit of a geek. He did not have very many friends, but the other kids at his school did not bully him like they did some of the other geeks. He had never been very good with girls, and that is what he sat worrying about now.
He raised his hand to rub the red mark on his face and winced. She must have cut him with a nail when she slapped him. Patrick had spent the whole day with a girl he had met down in the French Quarter. They had seemed to hit it off very well, laughing and joking the whole day. Things only went wrong when Patrick decided he would try a suggestion from his best friend Mark. He had figured “what did it matter” if it backfired; he would only have that day to spend with Tara, since he was returning to Ohio the next morning.
Earlier that day, his parents decided to take the day for themselves. Patrick and his sister, Lily, had been starting to squabble. It was expected after being forced together the whole week. They usually got along just fine, but they also usually got more alone time than they did together on vacation. They left early in the morning to walk around the city and relax. They told Patrick and his sister they would be back very late after the bars closed, and that they were to stay near the hotel and behave themselves. Just like any other teenagers, Patrick and Lily left the hotel within an hour of their parents leaving.
At first, the two of them stayed together and wandered the town enjoying the freedom of not having their parents around. By lunchtime, however, Lily had taken off on her own with a boy they met at a cafe. This was typical of Patrick’s sister and he was used to it. She was a bit of a flirt and never seemed to have difficulty finding guys willing to spend their time and money on her. She was also a couple years older than Patrick and didn’t want having her younger brother around if she decided to have a bit of mature fun with her new friend before she left.
Patrick stayed at the cafe after Lily left wondering what to do now. He was just about to head back to the hotel, because he couldn’t think of anything he wanted to do by himself, when a pretty raven haired girl walked up to his table.
“Do you mind if I share your table? All the others seem to be in use,” she said by way of introduction.
“No, I don’t mind. I was just about to leave though, so you can have it for yourself if you want.”
“Oh. I was hoping to have some company for my lunch,” she said with a bit of disappointment.
“Well, if you really want company, I guess I could stay. I’ve already eaten, but maybe I could get another drink while you eat.”
“Perfect! My name is Tara,” she said and a smile drew across her face lighting up her eyes.
“I’m Patrick, nice to meet you,” he replied, smiling back at her.
Not much later the waitress noticed Tara at Patrick’s table and arrived to take her order. Tara ordered a grilled turkey sandwich and a cup of soup. Patrick ordered another coke. Shortly after, the waitress returned with their orders.
“So, where are you from?” Tara asked in between bites of her sandwich.
“Oh, I’m from Ohio. A small farm town, south of Cleveland. We don’t live on a farm, but it’s pretty rural. Are you on vacation also?” Patrick asked, wondering because he wasn’t used to girls his age not traveling in groups.
“No, I’m from here. I’ve never even left Louisiana. I was supposed to meet a girlfriend of mine for lunch here, but her mother needed her to stay home and do some chores,” she answered, understanding the look on his face when he had asked where he was from.
Tara was three years older that Patrick and lived in the eastern part of the city. She was going to be a senior next year. Patrick was a bit surprised the she wanted to sit with him as he was just going to start his freshman year, but he was the only one around and her plans had been ruined when her friend couldn’t join her.
They spent the rest of her lunch chatting about what he thought of the city, and what he had and hadn’t seen. After she was finished they continued to sit at the cafe drinking for another hour just talking about themselves. Patrick didn’t know why, but he was very comfortable talking and joking with her. He suspected part of the reason was that there could be no expectations, since he was leaving in the morning.
Suddenly, Tara stood and grabbed his hand. Throwing down enough money to cover the bill; she dragged him out of the cafe. Shocked, Patrick couldn’t seem to get the words out to ask her where they were going. It did not take long; however, until they turned the corner and stopped beside an old beat up Chevy pickup. Tara turned to Patrick and said, “Get in, I want to show you somewhere outside the city that you just can’t miss before you have to leave tomorrow.”
“Hang on a second! I’ve only just met you, and now you are dragging me out of the city? Are you some kind of weirdo?” Patrick asked with a smirk on his face. Patrick could barely keep the laughter out of his voice. He actually felt pretty comfortable with her, however, he also knew he should find out where she was taking him before he got in the truck with her.
“Where are we going?” Patrick asked with just a bit of hesitation, and quite a bit of excitement.
“Oh! There is an old church out in the forest about 45 minutes from the city. It’s just absolutely beautiful. You have to come with me to see it before you go home. You’ve never seen anything like it. Please, tell me you will come with me?” Tara was practically out of breath, trying to explain everything at once.
Patrick checked his watch and saw that it was only three in the afternoon. He had plenty of time before his parents would return to the hotel and expect him and Lily to be there. Also, knowing his sister, she probably wouldn’t return until after midnight since she knew that their parents were going out to the bars that night. He thought about it for a moment and realized he should just go for it. He was surprised by how much he trusted Tara in such a short time. Wondering to himself, “What’s the worst that could happen,” he climbed into the truck and said, “Well let’s go!”
Tara beamed when he agreed to join her. She knew she liked him, and wished that he didn’t have to leave in the morning. Knowing she couldn’t change his plans she decided to have a fun day with him, and maybe they could email each other once he got back home.
Starting up the truck, Tara pulled into the light traffic and headed out of town. The first half of the trip, Patrick pointed out parts of New Orleans he had visited. After they drove out of the city she pulled onto a two lane highway and headed further into the forest. Pretty soon, Patrick had no idea where he was but it did not bother him.
As they drove through the green trees their conversation quieted and they both became lost in their thoughts. Patrick was transfixed by the beauty of the surrounding environment. The highway became a twisty road with sharp turns. Tara seemed to be focusing on the road and Patrick did not want to distract her. Patrick began to notice small streams of water running along the road. As they drove further into the trees the streams opened into standing pools of water. Shortly after Patrick started to have a hard time telling the difference between solid ground and muddy water Tara pulled off the road onto a dirt path. She drove for about five more minutes and then put the car in park and turned off the engine.
“We have to walk the last few hundred feet if you don’t mind,” Tara explained while getting out of the truck. Patrick followed her and glanced around nervously, not having earlier realized she was going to take him to such a deserted place.
Patrick was used to living in a place where there are not many people, but even still, the farming community he lived in did not have many places where someone could go that was truly isolated. He was not sure how comfortable he felt with coming on this trip any longer. The only reason he followed Tara, at that point, was because he could not think of a polite way to back out any longer.
“How long do you think we will be out here? I’m not sure when my sister will be back to the hotel and waiting for me,” Patrick said trying to hurry things along.
Soon, they broke through the trees and came upon the church. The building was uneven, since the western side had sank further into the marsh. There was a path of boards and small rises in the ground leading from the path Tara was taking to the entrance of the old chapel. The constructed walkway made it clear to Patrick that the church was probably used by the local kids.
“Don’t worry, it is still safe here. It just looks unsteady.” Tara tried to reassure him, not completely understanding his reluctance.
Tara picked her way across the walkway and to the door of the church. The doors no longer completely closed and Patrick was surprised that the local officials had not tried to close up the building with boards, not that any signs would have kept out the teenagers.
“It doesn’t look like much, but in the evening when the sun is setting the whole place glows from the inside.”
Patrick followed her in through the creaking doors. When they got inside he was surprised at how dry and clean the chapel was.
“Wow, this is something else. How do you know about this place?” Patrick asked somewhat in awe.
“Some friends and I have been coming here for quite a while. There are about ten of us. We built the pathway to the door and have patched holes as they appear in the roof.”
Looking around Patrick noticed that most of the stained glass windows were cracked and broken, but he could see that the sparkling colored glass was clean and clear. Most of the holes had been covered with clear plastic to keep out the rain. There was also a plastic lawn table with five chairs around it and a couple run down couches that were probably rescued from the dump when Tara and her friends had seen them left on people’s curbs. The back corner of the chapel was separated from the main area by black sheets hung from the rafters. Patrick wondered what was back there, but then thought if Tara wanted him to know she would show him.
Tara walked to one of the couches and spread out, making herself comfortable. Patrick decided to sit on the couch across from her, not sure what her intentions were. Now that they were somewhere less public, he took more time to really look at her.
She had midnight black hair down to her shoulders and pale gray eyes. She was dressed in a fitting white t-shirt and a pair of jean shorts that went down to about the middle of her thighs, but hugged her ass very closely. Her figure was womanly but streamlined, her small breasts only slightly pushing out the front of her t-shirt. Patrick knew from talking to her earlier that she was somewhat of a tomboy and spent most of her free time outside running around with her friends. This gave her body the smooth lines and deep tan many people are envious of. He realized he was starting to stare and turned away blushing slightly. She was definitely a woman he wouldn’t mind getting to know better if he were given the chance.
They spent the rest of the afternoon talking about the church and what Tara and her friends had done with it. Patrick was very impressed. He wished he had a place like this at home. They had even worked out a system to keep some drinks cold by tying a rope to a small cooler and lowering it below the surface of the water outside the back door. When Tara offered him a drink, he was amazed to see her pull up the cooler and bring out an ice cold beer for him. He was nervous taking it as he had never drank before. Except for when his parents gave him a small glass of Champaign on New Years Eve. After a moment he decided to just go with it.
What’s the worst that could happen, he thought to himself.
The hours passed with them drinking and talking, without either of them really noticing the time.
As sunset approached, Patrick noticed that the sun was going to shine directly through a window above where the altar would have been. He thought to himself that when the light hit the window it would be scatter throughout the entire chapel, causing every surface to glow. He stood up and walked around for a moment trying to find the perfect spot to watch the sun descending. Patrick realized the couch Tara was now sitting on would be give the best view. He then continued to pace as he tried to work up his courage to sit beside her, hoping she would not be upset by his sitting next to her.
He thought she liked him, but wasn’t completely sure. He also didn’t know how far she would go even if she was interested. He felt like he knew quite a bit about her from talking all day, but they really hadn’t talked about dating or sex. The only thing he could do was sit by her and see how she reacted.
While he was pacing, he started thinking about the suggestions Mark had given him about picking up girls before he left. Mark had also never had much luck with girls, but he had more than Patrick. Mark often told Patrick that his problem was that he wasn’t forceful enough. “Women want a man who knows what he wants and is willing to take it,” were the words Mark had told Patrick over the phone right before his vacation. Patrick had never given Mark’s ideas much value, but was wondering if this wouldn’t be the perfect time to test the theory.
Deciding that he had nothing to lose. What was the worst that could happen, if he angered Tara he had his cell phone and could call for a cab. It wasn’t like he would ever have to see her again. Patrick decided to go for it. He sat next to Tara and after a moment shifted until his leg gently pressed into hers.
Tara did not even seem to notice when Patrick sat down, she was so intently watching the sunset. She did seem to notice when he pressed his leg against her but did not say anything. Patrick nervously placed his arm on the back of the couch behind Tara watching her face for any reaction. Again, she did not really react. At that moment the sun dipped and the light scattered through the window he had noticed earlier, bathing the entire room in warm golden light. Patrick decided this was his moment to act.
He leaned towards Tara, slid his hand off the back of the couch onto her shoulders. That drew Tara’s attention, and she finally noticed what he was doing. She tried to turn away from him. Because, she knew, even though she liked him she wouldn’t be seeing him again. Tara was not the type to start something long distance. Patrick saw her turn away. He hesitated briefly, and then decided to press forward with Marks advice. Showing her what he wanted, he took her chin in his hand and turned her back to face him. She still resisted slightly but allowed him to turn her chin. That was the moment it all went wrong. Patrick didn’t adjust his arm around her since she had turned. As he pressed his lips to hers, she pulled back slightly and his hand slid down over her shoulder falling to cup her breast. For one brief moment Patrick was stunned by the feeling of her firm orb in his hand. Before He could remove his hand, Tara gasped into his mouth drew back, shock on her face. Looking into his eyes, she slapped his face as hard as she could. When she stuck, her middle finger scratched his face under his eye.
“You bastard!” she yelled. “How dare you just grab me like that? I have been nothing but nice to you and you repay me by treating me like a slab of meat! Get out!”
Patrick, shocked, was at a loss for words. He tried to explain what happened, but couldn’t get much more than a few stammered syllables out.
At this point Tara was screaming, “Get out! Get out! Get out!”
Patrick knew of nothing else to do. He stood and silently left. Walking back to the highway he called for a cab. He arrived back at the hotel at ten that night and had been sitting in the lobby feeling sorry for himself ever since.
Shortly after Patrick left, Tara was still fuming. She did not understand what had happened. She had befriended a stranger, brought him to her special place, and this is how he treated her! She just did not understand boys. She wished she could teach them all a lesson. It then dawned on her, maybe she couldn’t teach all boys a lesson, but she could teach this one a lesson.
Angrily, she stood. She swept past the black curtains hiding her personal altar in the chapel. Grabbing a bowl she glanced down and was glad to see Patrick’s blood was still on her finger under her nail. It would help her accomplish her revenge much better. She carefully scraped the blood into the bowl, added several other ingredients, including her bra, and lit a candle. Then she dropped a match into the bowl igniting the entire concoction and releasing its energies into the universe sending them on their way towards their intended target.