Chapter 1

My name is Amy Jones and I am what can be loosely described as a “White Witch”.

Now, that might be confusing to some because in reality I am a person of color which just so happens to be quite the opposite.

This story is about how I met Elaine Lynch who is the “Black Witch” of the story and is as Caucasian as one could ever possibly be.

While my skin tone can only be described as “dark”, hers is pure white and she is annoyingly pure in skin tone as the driven snow on a winter’s day at the North Pole.

I could have titled this story “When Amy Met Elaine” but then that wouldn’t set the plot as well as this perfect title as we fast approach my favorite day of the year – Halloween.

Please understand that I have always been a “Good Girl” at heart despite my magical calling and I know that most of the people that I come into contact with can relate to what is on the inside of my physical shell and see that I am truly a “White Witch” inside a female person of color’s exterior. Unfortunately, my dark skin is automatically considered inferior to most people of privilege with white skin to match. I never could understand this bias on the part of perfect strangers but it is a fact and one that distresses me in a major way.

Elaine on the other hand is my soul mate and never hides the fact that she is a pampered member of the privileged white class and hides her true “blackness” deep inside like a cauldron of trouble needing constant stirring to keep it from burning at the bottom.

I guess if one was to call “a spade a spade” you would have to admit that Elaine was internally a “bad girl” and an anal bitch with a need to manipulate those around her including me as well if the truth be known.

Now, I know it is almost impossible to conceive a situation where a White Witch and a Black Witch ever got along with each other much less sparking that little bright light called “Love at first glance” feeling that made my pussy juices all mixed up and ready to explode with the slightest little nudge in any direction.

I suspect the same emotions were present inside of Elaine’s pretty little blonde head with her devious badness all hidden away and plotting how to control me at the same time when all she wanted to do was to sniff my brown eye and tell me, “I love you, may I eat your pussy and lick your pretty little ass to get acquainted?”

Of course, she would never utter those words but I could read her mind like an open book and I loved every little dirty thought that she could bring to mind because it made me all tingles down below and I knew I had to have her not matter the cost or the humiliation at rejection if I wooed her and failed.

I had recently concocted a transference spell that would switch two souls but it was only good for about twenty-four hours before the spell wore off and the parties were back in their correct place in their own bodies. I had tried my best to extend the duration of the spell but met with no success. I suspected that “you know who” had a limitation on the length of my tampering with divine grace and he allowed me my fun but kept a firm rein on my amusements with fate.

It was easy for me to see that Elaine only saw a confused dark skinned girl in front of her and she immediately placed me in the “services” category like a waitress or a spa worker to help her get out the kinks. Well, I had to admit “kink” was on my mind but it wasn’t what she had in mind and in this instance I guess I was thinking more along the lines of a Black Witch instead of my usual more benign agenda that related to nature and healing.

Since I came to the conclusion that our paths were never to follow along the same axis, I decided to use my potion to bring her to the realization of my inner thoughts and I could sample her darkness inside and see if I could possibly live with the evil she generated because it was a part of her like her blonde hair and her shaven pussy with the lubrication she always applied just in case she got “lucky” on her daily travels meeting other humans.

I managed to spike her drink at the bar before she drank it all down into her pretty white body with the darkness hidden away inside. I quickly added it to my drink and we were locked together for a wild trip of the next twenty-four hours that would let me know if there was any chance of us two every hooking up in the Biblical sense with the cleaving and the “knowing” of each other’s bodies like two peas in a pod.

The next thing I remember was sitting down at a table with another white couple obviously man and wife and listening to the man expound on the great time he had in Africa shooting defenseless animals. The wife was a mousey little thing with chopped off black hair and a terrible make-up job that I itched to get my hands on to correct her mistakes.

“Oh my God, a butt plug!”

I realized that Elaine had a huge one resting comfortably inside her anus and it was sending those little signals of tingles that were making me consider seriously humping the couple across from me right up inside their room in the hotel above us. I was not certain how Elaine was faring inside my less complicated dark skinned body but I knew she would not be concerned about finding anything that large already residing up inside her brown eye like it was a frequent visitor. I knew that some women liked to wear the things because they literally kept them up on their toes with thoughts about sex floating in their over-sexed minds tempting her into compromising positions non-stop.

“Let’s go up to your room and you guys can show me some photos of your safari to South Africa? I bet you had a great time out in the jungle surrounded by wild beasts out in the dark.”