Chapter 2

Flickering candles surrounded my bed. All were burning, except one, where Erica stood. She watched me, waiting for just the right time. I lay back. I shifted my body, finding a comfortable position.

"Alright, I'm ready. I shall begin."

I began muttering the words of the spell. They did not need to be loud. In fact, for this particular magic, a whisper was better than a shout. Erica needed to hear them, however. I reached the critical part. I closed my eyes and opened my perception. I spoke slowly, uttering the final word. Erica must have lit the candle, for I felt my body slip away.

Far beneath me I saw a vast tapestry with billions of interwoven threads. I could view its extent in one direction as it stretched back into the past. The other way, toward the future, was obscured in cloud and shadow. Perhaps the goddess could peer through them. Perhaps not. Each thread was a life. Each weave and knot was a life touching another. Where a thread ended...

Such was how a witch perceived the ineffable.

I found hers. It was a slender skein of silk, dyed blue. It appeared strong, though I dared not touch it. I found mine. It ran close to hers, touching it in several places. However, they were not intertwined. I saw Erica's. It was easy to find, being knotted up with mine. That pleased me.

It was not enough to see the tapestry. The winds of fortune blew constantly. The threads moved, curling and writhing. Our fates were not sealed. I became still, just above the surface. I felt a breeze. I waited, quieting my mind. I watched.

The wind was stronger where her thread drew close to mine. I saw them come together and begin to knot, only to be blown apart. It happened again in a different place. Then again.

Fortune was indeed against us.

I looked further. I saw a particular skein, thick and spun from black and purple fibers. It lay loose in the weave. The winds pushed and tweaked it. It drew closer to hers, and to mine. Suddenly it jerked. It twisted tight around hers. The two threads writhed and wrapped, stretching out into the darkness.

Then it shifted again, knotting around mine. My consciousness slammed back into my body. I opened my eyes and sat up. The candles were unlit. The window was opened and Erica was nowhere to be seen. A shaft of moonlight crossed the room. There was a figure. A man! I saw gray, distorted eyes. I saw a twisted grin with cracked teeth. I had time, perhaps, for one spell.

I shouted a word. I released all of my power at once.

Blackness. Nothing.

I awoke to kisses. I opened my eyes to see Erica's face.

"She's awake!" Erica said.

She kissed me again. She embraced me.

"You don't have much time," another voice said, "You need to recharge her."

I looked at the speaker. It was a young girl, perhaps thirteen or fourteen. She had dark hair in a pixie cut and big blue eyes. She stood by the side of the bed watching us.

"Who's she?"

"I'm Jessica, and you need to relax and let your wellspring recharge you."

"She's a witch," Erica said, "She awoke you."

"The man? Was he a warlock?"

"Yes -- " Erica began to answer.

The girl interrupted, "Stop talking. Recharge her, or else all my work will go to waste."

Erica looked at her, then back at me.

"Go ahead. She's right. I need it now."

Erica went down and pushed up my skirt. She rubbed me though my panties. I began to moan immediately, and a deep shudder passed up me. I tingled all over.

"Oh god, please hurry." I needed it so badly.

The girl sat on the side of the bed. She was wearing a little green dress. She bit her bottom lip.

Erica went to pull off my panties. I writhed and rocked my hips. She pulled them down. When they reached my ankles, I kicked out sending them across the room.

The girl reached out and stroked my face. She smiled.

Erica went between my legs and ate. The girl leaned down and kissed me. I opened my mouth. Our lips locked together.

My body went rigid. Magic entered me from Erica's mouth, shooting up me, my body shuddering. The girl grabbed me tight and maintained the kiss. I felt the magic flow on through my mouth into her. It rebounded back into me. Another shudder. Back into her. Two more times it cycled between us.

I was cumming the whole time.

When it stopped she released the kiss. She looked at me with a big grin.

"Oh my god!" I said, "What was that?"

"Magic!" she replied.

I just looked at her. I can't imagine my expression.

Erica climbed on top of me. We embraced. I wrapped my legs around her. I kissed her neck. She kissed my hair.

Then she reached over and up the girl's dress.

"Is your wellspring nearby?" Erica asked.

"Turns out no," the girl answered, smiling and spreading her legs.

"You'll need a recharge too then."

"I sure could use one."

I scooted over giving her room. She pulled up the hem of her dress and lay back. Erica got between her legs, grabbed her panties and pulled them down.

I reached over and pinched one of her nipples through her dress. Erica leaned in and ate.

"Mmmm," the girl cooed.

She squirmed. The fabric of her dress was thin and she wore no bra. I squeezed her nipple, rolling it between my fingers. I kissed the side of her face. I heard a wet, sucking sound come from down below.

The girl twitched. "Oh fuck," she muttered.

Erica began gyrating her head in a rhythmic motion, pressing in her face. She must have found the right spot, for the girl began to moan loudly. She arched her hips. She grasped the sheets, yanking on them.

She looked at me with wide eyes. "Kiss me," she whispered.

I did. She came. Magic flowed between us, waves of pleasure, back and forth. I locked my lips hard against hers. I felt my pussy contract. A strong orgasm hit me.

It was a while before I could speak again.

"Oh my god! Seriously, what the fuck was that?"

"It's just a little trick I can do. I can share the recharge."

"No way!"

"Way."

"You must be popular."

She laughed. "I do get invited to the best parties."

Erica slid up the bed between us. The girl hugged her and they kissed. Erica turned to me.

"Your wellspring is very beautiful," the girl said.

"Yes she is."

I kissed Erica. I unbuttoned her blouse. The girl lowered herself and unbuttoned Erica's slacks from behind. She pulled them down mid-thigh. She kissed Erica's ass through her panties.

"Let me get undressed," Erica said.

She stood, pulling off her shirt and bra. She lowered her slacks the rest of the way. She got back into bed.

The girl went between her legs, pulling off her panties. I curled up next to her, kissing her face and sucking her tits. I heard wet sounds coming from down there. Erica moaned and writhed. I bit down -- very gently -- on a nipple and pulled, stretching it out. Our eyes met. I let it go. I watched it swell and get pointy. I took it into my mouth and sucked.

I did the same to her other nipple.

I reached down and stroked the girl's head. I looked down. Her mouth was pressed tight against Erica. Her eyes were closed, and she continued to suck and lick.

Erica began to buck her hips. "Please suck my tits," she whimpered.

I did. Her body went rigid and she let out a long groan. She relaxed. Then rigid again. Her head thrashed about.

"Oh fuck! Oh my fucking god."

She started laughing. She twitched. She curled up, pulling me to her.

The girl sat up grinning. She wiped off her chin. Erica and I both grabbed her, kissing her face and mouth.

"So, your name is Jessica?" I asked. We were sitting around my kitchen table, the girl, Erica, and myself. It was two O'Clock in the morning.

"Yeah."

"And you travel without a wellspring?"

"Well, yeah."

"Isn't that dangerous?"

"Sometimes, but he doesn't have one either."

"Him? The warlock?"

"Yeah. I'm following him. That's how I ended up here. I tracked him to your house."

Erica rested a hand on the Jessica's arm.

"Sweetie," she said, "Are you OK?"

"Yeah. I'm fine. I've been chasing him for about a month now. I've gotten close a couple times, but this was the closest."

"Why? What happened?" I asked.

She got quiet, then looked at me.

"He hurts girls. He hurt a friend of mine."

We sat quietly. This was not the first time that I'd heard a story like this.

"So, I've cornered him a couple times before, but we've both been afraid to use too much power, since it is so hard to recharge."

"How do you recharge?" I asked.

She smiled and looked at Erica.

"The kindness of strangers."

Erica stroked Jessica's arm and kissed her cheek.

I didn't ask how he recharged. We all knew.

"So now, maybe I can get him. I mean -- if you'll help -- maybe we both can get him. We have a wellspring, and he doesn't. I expect he'll skip town tomorrow, but if we're quick..."

Erica and I exchanged looks.

"There is another wellspring in town," I said, "A very powerful one."

"Really? Does she have a witch?"

"No, she's alone and unprotected."

"We have to warn her!"

"That's complicated. She doesn't want my help."

"Well -- " she stuttered a bit. " -- We have to do something."

"Yes. We have to do something."

I looked at Jessica. She was very pretty.

"Do you think you could pretend to be popular?"

She grinned. "What do you mean 'pretend'?"

I smiled.

"Very well, tonight, I will stand guard at her house. Tomorrow, you'll be a brand new student at Western High where you will strike up a friendship with the other newest student: Ms. Lauren Moore, the Wellspring."

She looked back and forth between us.

"I'll need to borrow some clothes."

We drove to Lauren's house again. I hid among some bushes and watched. Erica and Jessica went to get some sleep. They would meet me again in the morning and we'd go to school.

The house was quiet all night. Morning came.

I had left a note for mom.

"You have to pretend not to know me," I said. We were driving with Erica to school.

"Yeah, I got it."

Erica turned to Jess. "Honey, when we get there, I will take you to the office. What is your name again?"

"Jessica Downey, and I'm your niece from Lancaster, Ohio. My parents are out of country, and I'm staying with you for three months. I got it."

Erica had downloaded a fake birth certificate. They wouldn't check it close, she thought.

"They'll send for your records. They don't exist, but by the time that all gets figured out, this will be done with."

"Isn't that risky?" I asked.

"A bit. Yes. Do you have a better idea?"

I did not.

On her first day of school, Jessica got to have lunch with the popular girls. I sat at a nearby table with Amy and watched.

"You keep staring at the new girl," Amy said.

"Yeah."

"She's pretty."

"I guess."

"Do you know her name?"

"Jessica. She's my algebra teacher's niece, or something like that."

"Hmmm. I wonder if she's into girls?"

"No idea."

"She seems to like Lauren well enough."

Jessica was sitting next to Lauren. She whispered something into her ear and both girls laughed. That was good.

"Well, they're both new, so I guess that makes them natural friends."

Amy looked at me quietly.

"So look -- " Amy said, " ... uh..."

She shifted in her seat. I knew what she wanted to say. I waited.

"-- I heard a rumor that you were into that Lauren girl. Is it true? Is that why you keep watching them?"

"It's complicated."

"Oh."

"Look, I'm 'interested' in Lauren, but not the way you think. And she isn't into girls, in any case."

"Oh? Really?"

"Yeah."

She seemed to relax a bit. She leaned forward and smiled.

"So ... uh ... do you think you and I --"

I cut her off. "No Amy. We're just friends, OK?"

"Yeah. Of course -- uh -- " She stammered. She bit her lip.

Lauren and Jessica got up and walked toward the stairwell.

"I have to go," I said. I got up and followed them.