Girl For A Spell
By Ellie Dauber
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Sunday
I had wonderful dreams that night: Rick and I walking through the park. It was a beautiful sunny afternoon. I had on a flowery print dress that clung to my curves, then flared out full around my legs. Rick had on slacks and a tie. We were walking hand in hand, laughing and joking about something. Then, Rick stopped and took me in his arms. I could hear music playing off in the distance. We danced to it for a while, moving slowly to the music. Then he kissed me. It was so wonderful; my whole body was tingling, and I pressed eagerly against him.
Then I woke up. My whole body was tingling. I looked down to find one hand on my breast and the other at my groin. "So, girls do it, too," I said aloud.
I looked at the clock. It was about 9:30. I liked to sleep late on the weekends, but I had_promised to help Aunt Therese in the basement. If I didn't, she might not let me go to the picnic. I jumped out of bed and took off the bra and panties I'd slept in. I walked naked towards the bathroom, tossing my undies in the hamper.
I stopped and looked at myself in the mirror. Nope, I looked exactly the same.
Only, I wasn't.
I, Alice Webster, who had only existed as a girl for a week - and that only part time -- wasn't a virgin any more. Rick had _certainly_ taken care of that last night. I found myself smiling at the wonderful memory of what we'd done. My body, especially my breasts, began to tingle all over again. _That_ was not the way I wanted to have Aunt Therese see me this morning.
I ran cold water in the sink and washed my hands and face. I ran a brush through my hair, brushed my teeth, and headed back to the bedroom. I put on a pair of panties and a bra, as naturally as if I'd been doing it for years instead of days. I threw a robe around me and headed down for some breakfast.
Aunt Therese was waiting for me in the kitchen. She sat at the table drinking a cup of coffee and reading the Sunday paper. She looked up as I came in. "Good morning, Alice. What would you like for breakfast?"
"Some juice, a bowl of cereal, and some milk, I guess." Most of what I needed was on the table. I just had to get a banana from the refrigerator for the cereal.
"How was your date last night?"
It was a question that I didn't dare answer. At least, not answer truthfully. But could I lie to Aunt Therese?
"Um, okay, I guess." It was the sort of answer any kid would give.
"That's hardly an answer. What did you and Rick do?
"Well, umm, we went to that movie he mentioned, RUNAWAY BRIDE."
"And ---"
"And I enjoyed it. Why? How much detail do you want?"
"That, young _lady_, is hardly the sort of answer that will encourage me to end the spell on you."
"I'm sorry, but it _was_ scary, Aunt Therese. I -- Alice -- loved it. Rick's a great guy, but Alan hated it. He didn't want to even think about going out with a guy, let alone enjoying it as much as I did."
"Oh, was he there very much? I should have thought that by now he was very much under your control."
"I've never really tried to control him. I just acted, well, natural, or what felt natural. I knew Alan was there, but he just seemed to go along for the ride with the things I did." I found myself beginning to cry.
"It's all right, dear. It's all right." She reached across the table and took my hand in hers, stroking it gently. I felt myself becoming calmer.
"Thank you, Aunt Therese. Can - can we talk about something else?"
"Very well. I found the clothes and the money that you left on the table. You did very well. I approve of your choices, even the slacks."
"Thank you, Aunt Therese."
"You do remember that the reason I allowed you to buy those pants was your promise to help me in the basement?"
"Yes, Aunt Therese. Are you ready to start now?"
"No, I wish to finish the paper first. Have you finished your homework?"
"No. I got a lot of it done on Friday, but I still have some algebra to finish. I thought I'd review my Spanish again, too."
"Very good." She looked at her watch. "It's just after 10 now. We'll start at 11:30. We should be finished by 1."
"Aunt Therese, umm, if we are, may I go out this afternoon?"
"Possibly. Where do you intend to go."
"I met Grace MacAvoy yesterday at the mall. She's the girl Alan was dating. Anyway, we hit it off and went shopping together. She invited me to a picnic that the Alpha Aides are throwing this afternoon in Morton Park."
Aunt Therese looked at me closely. It was as if she were reading my mind. "And..."
"And I - I asked Rick to take me."
She smiled as if she'd just won something. "Who am I to stand in the way of young romance? You may go."
"Thank you, thank you, Aunt Therese." I wanted to jump up and hug her. I could go! I could go! I could spend the afternoon with Rick. I hurriedly finished my breakfast and all but ran back upstairs.
I managed to finish my algebra, but that was all. I looked at my clock as I finished the last problem. It was almost 11:20. I ran downstairs and grabbed the jeans off the table where I'd left them the day before. I pulled the tags off one pair and wriggled into them. Then I grabbed one of Alan's T-shirts. It felt a little weird wearing it, but I didn't want to mess up one of my pretty blouses. The basement was fairly dusty. Aunt Therese met me at the basement stairs. She looked at me with a questioning eye. "May I ask why you're wearing that shirt?"
"I don't have any tops to wear down there. All my blouses are for school, and they're too nice to wear for working in a dirty basement."
"I must agree with your logic, Alice." She was smiling that same strange smile. I noticed that she was wearing an old pair of gray slacks and what might have been a man's work shirt. "Shall we get started?"
We headed down to the basement. A lot of Aunt Liz's stuff had just been put into boxes at random and taken downstairs when she went to Florida. We stuck newspapers down on top of the workbench that somebody had put there years before. Then we took the boxes down one by one. We sorted the stuff in the boxes into categories; clothes, jewelry, and so on. Aunt Therese wanted some of it to go up to her room. Some stuff was marked for charity. The rest was put into boxes with mothballs, sealed up, and put back onto the shelves.
By the time I carried the last box up to the kitchen, it was just after 1 PM. I still had to take the boxes out to the car or up to Aunt Therese's room. Alice just wasn't as strong as Alan, I guess.
She came up the steps behind me. "Would you like something to drink before you take the boxes upstairs, Alice?"
"No, thank you, but would it be alright if I stopped now?"
"We're hardly finished."
"I know, but it took longer than you or I thought it would. I promise that I'll do the rest. But if I do it now, I'll never be ready for Rick when he comes." I was suddenly afraid that she'd change her mind about letting me go out with Rick. "Please, Aunt Therese. I promise I'll take everything out. I - I just want to look nice for Rick."
"What time is he coming for you?"
"I - the picnic starts at 2 PM. I asked him to pick me up at 1:45."
"Very well. _If_ you are ready in time, and _if_ he remembers to come in, as he did last night. And you will be home _no later_ than 5 PM. That will give you the time to deal with the boxes before supper. Fail in this, and you can forget about being allowed to go out with Mr. Medford again."
"Thank you, Aunt Therese. I'll be home by 5." I took one of the boxes and carried it with me as I headed it upstairs. I left it in a corner of Aunt Therese's room.
I headed back to my own room and stripped down. I'd worked up a sweat and wanted to take a shower. Also, I was a little turned on, either from last night, or else from the thought of seeing Rick again. Either way, my body tingled as I lathered it up, especially my breasts and down around my new female groin. I had to concentrate to stop myself from just standing there and playing with myself. "Save it for the real thing," I finally said aloud.
"The real thing," that was reason enough. I had to be ready if Aunt Therese would let me go. I finished and gently patted myself dry. _Very_ gently. I sprinkled on some scented talc and headed into the bedroom. The other two pairs of pants were on the bed with a note. "Since you'll be in the park, you may wear one of these."
I was more than a little surprised. I took a pair of pale yellow panties and a matching bra from my drawer. I had a sleeveless blouse that was almost the same color. I put the blouse on, then got into the chocolate colored jeans. I wanted to save the green slacks. Aunt Therese would have seen me in both pair of jeans, and maybe, just maybe, I could her into letting me wear them to school during the week. I slipped on a pair of peds and my dark brown sneakers.
I put on a little blusher and some clear lip gloss; nothing too fancy for a picnic. Then I put just a hint of perfume behind each ear and by my collarbone. I put on a pair of green earrings shaped like little leaves,
just the thing for a picnic. I'd have liked to wear some more jewelry, but it was a picnic. I looked at the clock. It was 1:42. I let out a little yelp and ran downstairs.
Aunt Therese was waiting by the front door. I looked through a curtained window next to the door. Rick was just pulling up. I held my breath. I'd meant to call and warn him, but I hadn't had the time. If he just honked, no picnic. No Rick.
I let out a quite audible sigh when I saw him getting out of the car and walk up to the door. Aunt Therese let him in. "Good afternoon, Rick."
"Good afternoon, umm, ma'am."
"Oh, please just call me Aunt Therese."
"Thank you, ma'am, excuse me, thank you, Aunt Therese."
"You're very welcome. Did you and Alice enjoy the movie last night? I really didn't have a chance to talk to her last night.
"Yeah, it was, umm, it was a very good movie."
"And you had a chance to get to know each other better afterwards?"
'Omigosh,' I thought. How can he possibly answer this one.
"I - um - think so. We drove around, so I could show her some of the local sights, and we talked. She made sure that I got her home in time like you said."
"Yes, I noticed that. I do hope that her early curfew didn't spoil the fun of the date." She stared directly at Rick. "You _did_ enjoy your date, didn't you?"
Rick blushed and looked very embarrassed. I felt my own cheeks get red. How much did Aunt Therese know? I was suddenly _very_ nervous. Was I going to go to the picnic with Rick or Rikki?
"I certainly did. Alice is a - umm - a very nice girl. I enjoyed myself last night, and I'm glad that she asked me to take her to the picnic."
"Thanks, Rick," I said. "It's getting late, we should get to the picnic." Aunt Therese knew, or, at least, she suspected. I was sure of it. She just wanted to trick Rick into admitting it. Then, well, who knew what would happen. Nothing good, I was sure of that.
"Very well, Alice. Have a good time. Just remember that you promised to be home by 5 to help me in the basement."
"Say, umm, Aunt Therese," Rick said "is there something in the basement that _I_ could help you with. I don't have to be home till 6 or so." He smiled. He was trying to get "brownie points" with Aunt Therese. It was a trick Alan had tried a few times with Grace's parents.
'Please be quiet, Rick.' I shuddered at the thought of him and Aunt Therese together for an hour. She half suspected now. If she got him alone for even five minutes, she'd know for a fact that we'd had sex. She was sure to hate that idea, and we'd _both_ be girls forever.
"Thank you, Rick. It's very kind of you to offer, but Alice and I can manage."
"Okay." He looked at his watch. "It's almost 2, Alice." I wanted to kiss him for changing the subject. Instead I kissed Aunt Therese. A nice "Goodbye, and I'll be home by 5" kiss as we headed out the door.
We got to Morton Park just about 2. The picnic was in the grove right next to Taylor Point. Rick pulled into the lot and parked in about the same spot as we'd parked the night before. "For sentimental value," he said with a wicked grin.
I blushed and kissed him on the cheek. "Me, too."
He got out of the car and came around to help me out. I didn't let go of his hand as we walked down into the grove. It felt so good walking with him, holding his hand.
I looked around for Grace. Alan -- I -- knew most of the kids here at the picnic, but they didn't know me as Alice. Grace and Rick did. So I couldn't really talk to anybody else until one of them introduced me.
"Alice!" I turned at the sound of my name and saw Grace waving from a table nearby. She and Paula Haney were unpacking food from a bunch of coolers. I waved back with my free hand. "C'mon over," she said, motioning with her arm.
I looked at Rick. He nodded, and we walked over. "Hi, Alice," Grace said. "Paula, this is Alice, the one I was telling you about, Alan Webster's cousin."
Paula looked at me for a moment. She had known Alan since they were in kindergarten together. "Funny he never mentioned you."
"My, umm, my folks travel a lot. We'd never met until I moved in with him and our Aunt Therese last week."
"I guess. You sure do look like him, though." She stuck out her hand.
"Thanks," I said, shaking her hand. "Cousins do that."
"If you two are finished with the preliminary rounds," Grace said, "can you help unloading the rest of this food?"
"Sure," Paula and I both said at once. We giggled, the ice definitely broken between us. I looked around for Rick. He was gone. I looked around some more, but I couldn't see him in the crowd
"He left while you two were glaring at each other," Grace said, guessing who I was looking for. "He said he wanted to talk to a couple of guys from the track team. I think he just wanted to get out of the line of fire. Anyway, he said he'll be back in a little bit."
Paula, Grace, and I got to work unpacking food from three big coolers and setting it all out on the covered picnic table: veggies and fruit from one, chilled bottles of soda from a second, and sliced deli from a third. We put everything out on trays. Bread and rolls were in a box next to the coolers, and we put them out by the trays. Other boxes had plates, cups, napkins, knives, forks, ketchup and mustard, pretzels and chips. In about half an hour, we had all the food set up.
While we were doing that, Nate Persky and Johnny MacGuire had set up a gas grill and started charcoal going. The first batch of burgers and hot dogs were ready just as we finished. "Come and get it," Grace yelled.
The line formed up quickly. "Do you need me to stay and help?" I asked Grace.
"Yes, but you're here as my guest. Besides, there's somebody else looking for you." She pointed to the line, about ten people down from the front. Rick stood there and motioned for me to join him.
"Still want to stay here? You can, or would you rather be with Rick?" She gave me a wink and a gentle nudge in the ribs. "He _is_ quite a hunk."
I avoided embarrassment by looking down at my shoes. "Okay."
I walked over to where Rick was waiting. He stepped back, letting me get in line in front of him. "I was hoping you wouldn't get stuck behind the table," he said. "I'm looking forward to lunch with you."
"Me too." I took his hand for a second and squeezed it. I'd have liked to kiss him, but there were so many people around that I just couldn't.
We picked up a couple plates and walked along the table. I took some baby carrots, a handful of pretzels, and one hot dog. Rick got a big handful of chips and two hot dogs. We each took sodas, diet for me, of course, and headed off to find a place to sit and eat.
There were tables scattered through the grove. Rick led me past several to a small one that was partly under some trees at the edge of the grove. We sat down next to each other and began to eat. Neither of us said much. I did glance over at Rick once or twice. He saw me and smiled. He shifted over a little so our legs were touching. I felt the warmth of his body against mine. My own body began to tingle.
"So," he said. "Anything special you'd like to do while we're here?"
"I don't know. Grace told me that they were going to be playing some music
later. We could listen or maybe even dance."
"Anything else?"
"I don't know," I said shyly. My whole body was really tingling now, partly in fear, partly in anticipation, of what might happen. "Was there something that you wanted to do?"
"Well, there's one thing that I've been wanting to do." He reached over and put his hand under my chin. He moved my head towards his. He leaned forward, and our lips met in a slow, warm, delicious kiss that I felt down to my toes. I closed my eyes and began to open my mouth. I felt his arms on my body, and I reached out and put my arms around his neck.
Then I heard the noises of the picnic behind us. I was startled and pulled away. I wanted to be with Rick, wanted it _bad_, but the thought of having everybody see us kissing was just too much to bear. I hated myself, but I pulled away.
"Please, Rick, I - I want to, but not where everybody can see."
"I don't think we can just disappear into the woods." He smiled lamely and took my hand. "Much as I'd like to."
I could see the disappointment in his face. I squeezed his hand. "I'd like to, myself, but I - I just couldn't. You don't mind too much, do you?"
"Well, not _too_ much." He leaned forwards and kissed me again; this time on the forehead. "Let's finish eating and see what else is going on."
We ate slowly, just enjoying being with each other. Rick talked a little about his plans for the summer. He was going to be working at his Dad's office as a student intern. It had taken him a long time to convince his folks that he didn't want to be an accountant like his Dad. He'd worked as an intern last summer, and he was flattered when they asked him back again. He figured that it would be good experience, even if he wasn't going into business. He also said that the money wasn't bad, even if his folks were making him put most of it into his college fund.
I said that I hadn't decided about college yet, which was true. I also told him that I didn't know if my parents were going to let me stay around for the summer.
"I hope so," Rick said finishing his last hot dog. "I'd like to take you up to the lake. I'll bet you look great in a bathing suit." Then he got this silly leer on his face and added, "and even better out of one."
I blushed and pretended to be mad. I suddenly had an image in my mind of Rick posing in a pair of trunks. Then the trunks shrank down into a Speedo, a really snug Speedo. My nipples began to tingle. I leaned forward and kissed him again. I would have liked to stay there and keep kissing, but I kept hearing the crowd, and I chickened out again. I sighed and said, "Let's go back to see what Grace and Paula are up to."
We cleaned up the table, tossing everything into a trashcan near the table. Then we walked -- hand in hand, I'm happy to say -- back down to the food table. Nate Persky was still there; helping Paula put out more soda. They'd been dating for quite a while, and it seemed like they were still serious about it.
Grace was standing nearby looking at them kind of wistfully. I think she was missing Alan, and that thought made me smile a little. Maybe she and Alan would be getting back together quicker than she'd planned. I was happy for him.
A couple of kids, that I didn't know, came over, freshmen or sophomores, I think, to take their turn at the food table. Johnny MacGuire was showing one how to work the gas grill.
Somebody had a boom box on and was playing dance music about forty feet from where we were. "Want to dance," Nate said to Paula.
"Sure," she said taking his hand. "Hey, Alice, why don't you and Rick come over, too?"
Before we could answer, Johnny turned to Grace. "Want to dance, Grace," he asked shyly.
Grace looked a little surprised. "Umm, okay, Johnny." She smiled and took his hand.
Rick took my hand, and the six of us walked over to get closer to the music.
I was as surprised as Grace, and surprised at her. She was supposed to be my -- to be Alan's girl. Why was she dancing with somebody else? Then I thought, 'because Alan isn't here, and he and Grace had a fight. Be happy that she's with somebody nice.'
I noticed that Rick was looking at me. "Penny for your thoughts," he said.
"Oh, I was just happy that Grace found somebody to dance with."
"Wasn't she going with your cousin? Have you no family loyalty, woman."
We both smiled at the joke. "Well, right now, they aren't going together. I like Grace. If she wants to spend time with somebody else, why shouldn't she?"
"I guess so, but Alan better make up with her quick. I know Johnny, and he's had a crush on Grace for a while now."
"That's between him, Grace, and Alan." Even as I said it, I wondered why I was so calm. My girl was dancing with somebody else. Only she wasn't _my_ girl. She was Alan's girl. I was Alice, and _I_ was dancing with _my_ Rick. It was getting too confusing to think about, so I decided not to. The music was moving pretty good. I let go of Rick's hand, and we began to dance.
For a while, the music was all fast stuff. You didn't dance _with_ somebody so much as you both stood near each other and danced _to_ the music. It was fun. It felt different to be moving in a female body, all bumps and curves, instead of an angular male body. I got used to it quickly, though, and I found myself enjoying moving some of those bumps and curves in ways that I thought Rick might like. From the way he was smiling, I think that he did like what he was seeing. I didn't feel shy about it because every other girl in the crowd was doing the same thing, moving to show off her body for the guy she was dancing with.
Then a slow song came on. I moved into Rick's arms. He took my hand in his and put his other arm around my waist. I was pulled in close, so that I felt my breasts pressed up against his chest. I felt warm and protected as we moved to that music.
I lay my head down on Rick's chest. He was humming along with the music, and I could feel the vibrations in his chest. He moved his head down close to my ear. I could feel his breath tickling my neck. My nipples felt stiff against my bra. I was definitely getting turned on by all this.
And so was Rick. I was close enough to feel something poking me in the groin as his penis stiffened. I felt an urge to reach down and caress it, but I could hardly do something like that in public where everybody was watching. My whole body was tingling now. Part of it was from sexual arousal, but part of it was happiness in the knowledge that Rick wanted me. He wanted me as much as I wanted him. 'Maybe,' I thought, 'I can do something about that later.'
The boom box played three more slow songs in a row. A lot of the couples were dancing like Rick and me, just moving slowly to the music as an excuse to hold each other.
When the music switched to a fast tempo, I found that I didn't quite feel so much like dancing. We danced one quick dance, and then I asked Rick if we could get something to drink. Some of the other couples had the same idea. There was a small line back at the food table.
We got our sodas. Rick took my hand and led me to a little hill near the edge of the grove that was close enough so we could listen to the music, but far enough away that we could talk without having to shout. It hadn't rained for a few days, so the grass was dry enough to sit on.
I sat down on the grass. Rick sat down next to me. Very close. We finished our sodas and leaned back against the slope of the hillside to listen to the music. As we leaned back, Rick put his arm around my shoulder. He sort of hugged me in, so I was even closer, almost cuddled up against him. It felt so nice.
"Alice, I wanted to tell you how much I enjoyed last night."
"So did I, Rick."
"You - you don't regret what we did? No second thoughts?"
"Oh, I've had lots of second thoughts, third ones, too."
"And..."
"And I am _very_ happy with what we did last night." I reached up and took his hand, the one at my shoulder, in mine. "In fact, I wouldn't mind doing it again some time."
He pulled me to him and kissed me on the cheek. I felt flustered. I wanted him. My whole body was tingling, but - like I'd said before - we were in public.
I pulled away from him a little. "Rick, please. People are watching us."
"No, no they're not. Look around."
I sat up a little. It was true. Some of the kids were dancing or eating or talking. A few - way across the field -- were throwing a Frisbee around. And there must have been a good half dozen couples besides us scattered around the grove. Some just laying there next to each other, but a few were kissing and, well, and groping each other.
"I guess they're not," I said. "Not really anyway." I lay back down besides him. "Let's just lay here next to each other and cuddle for a while."
"Still self-conscious, eh. Well, I'd rather just be here next to you than be about any other place I can think of."
I smiled and kissed him on the cheek for that. As I did, he reached around with his arm to hold me in place next to him. He turned his head and kissed me square on the mouth. I was so surprised; I opened my mouth a little. He kissed me harder, then his tongue darted into my mouth and began playing with mine.
I loved it! My whole body was tingling like mad. I felt my nipples get rock hard. (Alan's, well, you know what gets hard on a boy; anyway, his was never any harder.) I felt a warmth growing down in my crotch. I squirmed, pretending to try to break free. Actually, I just wanted to rub my body against his.
All of a sudden, his grip loosened, and he broke the kiss. "Uhn uhn. None of that, woman; we're in public."
I pulled my head away and looked at him. He had the silliest, cutest grin. I wanted to slug him and kiss him at the same time. "You - you." I kissed him on the cheek, then snuggled down next to him. My body was still tingling, but the feeling wasn't quite as insistent as it had been. I laid back, my head resting on his shoulder, closed my eyes and listened to the music.
I don't know how long we lay there. It felt nice resting my head on Rick's shoulder with his arm around me, his hand resting politely on my stomach. Every so often, I'd just reach down and touch his hand.
Once, I reached down with my other hand and accidentally - honest, it was accidental - accidentally touched something of his, something hard down in his crotch. I giggled a little at the affect that I was having on him, but, for some reason, I didn't take my hand away.
Rick's hand moved up from my stomach and began to fondle one of my breasts. His finger rubbed against my nipple through my blouse. I felt it get hard again. I began to move my hand slowly over the lump in his pants.
Rick sort of half sat up. He stopped rubbing my breast. "Umm, as much as I hate to say this, if you don't stop doing that to me, I'm going to be _very_ embarrassed."
I stopped, but then I leaned over and kissed him. I put my arms around him and pulled him towards me. I could feel his chest pushing against my breasts, feel his erection against my own groin. 'Maybe,' I thought, 'we can find some place private and take care of this.'
Then I heard that damned bank clock chiming. Rick looked at his watch. "Damn, 4:30. We'd better stop if we're going to get you home by 5."
I wanted to tell him that I didn't care, that I wanted to stay out with him. Only, I couldn't risk Aunt Therese getting mad at him. At the least, she could forbid me to see him again. At the worst; I didn't want to think
about what her worst could be. She could change him into a frog, a girl, who knew what.
I stood up, gently brushing the grass off my slacks. The boom box had mostly been playing slow songs. "Can we at least have one more dance?"
"Sure, I'd like that."
We walked over to where the kids were dancing; hand in hand, I'm happy to say. A new song was just starting as we got there. I turned to face him. He put his arms around me and pulled me in close. We spend the next few minutes, swaying to the music, our bodies against each other.
When the music stopped, I looked around. Grace was standing near by, holding Johnny's hand. I walked over, still holding Rick's hand in mine.
"Grace," I began, "I - we -- have to go. My Aunt Therese wants me home my 5. I just wanted to thank you for inviting me - us."
"Glad you could come. I'd ask if you had a good time, but I think I know the answer." She smiled. I felt my face get warm. I was blushing!
I took Rick's hand. "Well, bye, and thanks again."
"No problem. Hey, give me a call. Maybe we can go shopping again or something. Alan knows my number."
"I - okay." I noticed that Grace and Johnny were _still_ holding hands. I decided to call her and, in the course of talking, "casually" ask her about that. It was funny, though. Part of me was jealous, but another part just wanted to compare notes about the picnic and talk about boys in general.
Well, I'd think about that later. It was getting closer and closer to 5. "We'd better go, Rick." He started to say goodbye to Grace and Johnny, but I turned and started walking to his car. He turned and chased after me.
"What's the matter?"
"Nothing. I just - I don't want to get Aunt Therese mad by coming home later than I said I would. She can be very strict."
"I guess a lot of parents are like that. Okay, I'll have you home by 5 or know the reason why."
We made it home at about 4:55.
Rick came over to my side of the car and helped me out. We walked hand in hand to the door.
"Thanks, Rick. I had a great time."
"Me too." He reached up and took my head in his hands. Then he leaned forward and kissed me. My body was tingling. I shifted my stance a little and kissed him back.
I wanted the kiss to go on forever, but I knew it couldn't. "Rick, I'm sorry, but I have to go in."
"Yeah, I guess so. I'll - I'll see you tomorrow at the Library." He smiled and walked slowly back to his car.
I stood there at the door watching him drive off until he turned the corner. The bank clock was just chiming the hour as I went in.
Aunt Therese was waiting for me inside. "I see that you remembered when I told you to be home."
"Yes, Aunt Therese."
"Oh, don't be so sad, child. I was watching you on the porch just now. That boy obviously likes you as much as you like him."
"I know that. I just wish I didn't have to wait until tomorrow night to see him again."
"You can see him in school tomorrow."
"No, _Alan_ can see him in school. I'm not Alan."
"No, my dear, you aren't." She put her hand on my shoulder. "I'm truly sorry that things got complicated in this way. But I suspect that they will eventually work out for the best."
"I hope so. I sure hope so." I shrugged and decided to change the subject. "I guess I'd better get started with those boxes."
"Very well, dear."
I headed down to the basement. Alan wouldn't have had much trouble with the boxes. They really weren't very heavy - for him. I was a lot weaker. My arms were shorter, too, darn it! The best I could manage was one box a trip. I even had to stop and rest with a couple of them. At least I was smart enough to take care of the boxes that had to go upstairs first. Even so, it was after six by the time I was finished.
Aunt Therese was in the kitchen working on a salad. "I assume that you ate at the picnic. Do you want some dinner?"
"Yes, thank you. I did eat, but I've kind of worked up an appetite carrying those boxes."
"I thought you might." She thin sliced a chicken breast and added it to the large bowl of vegetables: lettuce, carrots, onions, green and red peppers. Alan wasn't much of a salad person. "Rabbit food," he called it. I thought it looked interesting.
"What dressing do should I get out, Aunt Therese?" I'd decided to be helpful.
"Oh, none of those store-bought things for me." She lifted a small glass pitcher filled with some kind of purplish liquid. "I make my own."
I stared at the pitcher. It looked a lot like one that I remembered carrying up to her "work room" when she first moved in.
"Oh, relax, Alice. It's just salad dressing. Do you think I'd try to slip a potion of some sort into it?"
I motioned at my body. "I'm not sure what you'd do, Aunt Therese, but I guess I'll trust you."
"Good answer, dear. And it is just salad dressing. I promise." She made a gesture as if she were crossing her heart, only she made it on the right side of her body.
I was a little surprised. I'd seen Aunt Liz make the same sort of gesture more than once. Aunt Liz had always said it was an old family joke. "Shows you mean what you say, even if your heart's not in the right place," she always said. I guess Aunt Therese used it, too. At least, I hoped that she did.
She did. The only magic about that dressing, at least as far as I could tell, was how good it tasted, kind of a spicy raspberry taste with a bunch of flavors that I couldn't recognize.
"I'm glad you like it, Alice," Aunt Therese said when I asked her about it. "I'll be glad to teach you the recipe if you like."
I thought about the offer for a moment. I'd helped out with dinner a couple of times as Alice, and I found that I liked cooking. "Yes, thank you, Aunt Therese."
"That's all right, dear. I expect to teach you all _sorts_ of recipes and things in the future."
I wasn't sure just what she meant by that. Was she planning to teaching me how to be a witch? Was I going to be forced to remain a girl, since witches were always female? I suddenly felt very nervous.
Aunt Therese looked at me then looked at the clock on the kitchen wall. "We'll have to hold off the cooking lesson for another time, though, dear. I believe that you still have homework to do." It was as if she read my mind, and, maybe, she had. Whatever she'd done or not done, she was right.
"Yes, Aunt Therese." I put my dishes in the sink and hurried up to my room. I was never so glad to go do homework. I reviewed my Spanish vocabulary one more time, and read another few pages of _Jane Eyre_. Then I got out my civics notes. I was going to actually write the paper tomorrow night, but I wanted to make sure that I had everything organized. I read through my notes, sorting some of the material into sections. I had a pretty good idea of how the paper was going to go, and I expected to get a good grade.
As Alan, I hadn't worried nearly as much about my schoolwork. My grades had dropped off in the past year, and I'd heard the phrase "not living up to his potential" more often than I ever wanted to. Alice was much more studious, it seemed. I didn't know if that was a good thing or not. I was kind of glad that it would be Alice who was going to write the paper that counted for 40 percent of my grade for the year.
The best part about the paper, though, had been that I had gotten to meet Rick. Now that the assignment was over, I'd have to find another excuse to see him during the week.
I closed my eyes and thought about how much I'd enjoyed being with him at the picnic. That reminded me of how much I'd enjoyed being with him - being so very much with him the night before. My breasts began to tingle at the thought, and, without thinking, I reached up and began to rub the left one. That made me tingle even more.
Suddenly there was a knock on my door.
"I don't want to interrupt your studies, Alice." My hand froze at my breast. Why was Aunt Therese at my door? Did she know what I'd been doing? "Or anything else that you might be doing in there." She knew. But I sensed that she wasn't going to say anything.
"What - what did you want, Aunt Therese?"
"I just wanted to tell you that it's getting late. You had best be going to bed, so Alan can get enough sleep for school tomorrow."
Alan! I'd almost forgotten about him. Aunt Therese had said I needed a full night's sleep to have the energy to change back. For a moment, I was tempted to try to stay up late, so I couldn't change. Only, what would that accomplish? Alan couldn't just disappear. It would be much too hard to explain.
With a sigh, I put my notes away and put my books and homework in my backpack. That would save a little time in the morning.
I stripped down to just my panties and bra. It was a warm night, so I decided to sleep in my panties and one of Alan's T-shirts. I was afraid that I'd rip the bra as I changed back to Alan. His chest and shoulders
were a lot bigger than Alice's.
I liked the feeling of the cotton shirt when it brushed against my nipples. There was a faint odor clinging to the shirt, too. I knew that it was Alan's sweat, but I pretended that it was Rick who I was smelling.
I brushed my teeth, got into bed, and turned out the light. But I couldn't seem to fall asleep.
I kept thinking of Rick and of the weekend. My body started to tingle again. My hands went to my breasts, kneading them gently. I closed my eyes and pretended that they were Rick's hands. It felt good, so very good. My nipples were hard. Little jolts of pleasure were shooting all through my body, especially to my groin.
I felt myself growing warm, growing wet down there. One hand moved down from my breast. It slid under my panties to my slit. My fingers found my vaginal lips and slid along them. They were sensitive, oooh! _soo_ sensitive. My hips twitched from what I was feeling. I slipped a hand inside myself and found the nib of my clit.
I rubbed it, tweaked it, and a warm, wonderful feeling spread out to every part of my body. It grew and grew and grew. My whole body was thrashing around on the bed. My eyes were closed, my head rolling back and forth. From a great distance, I heard a voice, my voice, moaning. About the only word I could make out was Rick's name. The rest were just sounds, animal noises.
But it couldn't last forever. I, well, "exploded" is a good word. I exploded with pleasure. I felt a scream build in my throat. I had just enough sense to turn my head, so the noise was lost in the mass of my pillow.
Then it was over. I lay there hugging myself, pretending it was Rick holding me and basking in the warm, gentle afterglow. My breathing gradually got a lot more regular. Then it got deeper as I fell asleep.
...continued on Monday
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