Font of Fertility Ch. 07

I couldn't keep my hands away from her while we were drying off, palming her ass and kneading it, fingers delving between her muscled cheeks and teasing at her holes below. "You know you have the greatest ass in the world, right?" I said quietly to her.

She smiled and snorted, "Yeah, OK."

"I'm serious, Stace. I could spend hours just playing with your sexy tush."

"Promise?" she asked with a sexy grin and a spark in her eyes.

"Absolutely," I said, leaning down and kissing her while I used both hands to grab her ass, spreading her cheeks as the middle finger on either one prodded at her back door.

"Oooh," she said, wriggling out of my grasp. "I dunno if I should let you. Feels like you're asking for something I've never let anyone do before."

"If you don't want that, I won't-" I started, but she quieted me with a soft kiss.

"I didn't say I wouldn't ever let someone play down there," she smirked, then she slipped out of the washroom with a wink over her shoulder, completely naked with clothes in hand as she darted to her room. I followed suit, quickly changing and heading down to meet Lauren where she was already waiting outside.

I got into the passenger seat and turned to kiss Lauren, but instead she smacked me in the arm with a rolled up magazine. And then she hit me two more times for good measure.

"Hey, what gives?" I asked.

She didn't look angry, just exasperated, which was a good sign. "We need to talk about something," she said.

The gears in my mind ground and stuttered, trying to find the thing I had done to annoy her, finally landing on how I had fucked one of Lindsey's old friends from high school. And isn't that a weird thing to be just annoyed about? I'd been so mentally occupied with getting ready to tell her about what had just happened with Stacey and had totally forgotten about the afternoon before. "I know I need to tell you about Angela. I figured since Lindsey was there-"

"Not that dorkus," Lauren said, hitting me in the arm again. "Though I do want to hear about that from you. I mean this." She held out the rolled up magazine and I took it from her, confused.

Unrolling it, it took me a moment to realise the pretty blonde on the cover was Lauren. WORLD WIDE WITCH, it was called and the picture on the cover was Lauren posing in a sports bra and boyshort panties. She looked fantastic, her hair loose and her body glistening as if she had just finished a hard workout, smiling broadly and glowing with endorphins.

'Meet the Woman behind the Seat on pg 23,' the largest caption read. Others included 'Six Ways to Alakazam your Wardrobe this Winter,' 'Seventeen Spells to Look Like Lauren,' and 'Fire Mage Fiasco: New Seat Lays Down the Law.'

"Um," I said.

"Yeah, 'Um.' This was in our mail as I was leaving and was addressed to me. My mom seems to think I've gotten a subscription to Cosmo, but as soon as I looked at it the magazine changed to this!"

"Well, you look really good," I mumbled.

"Read the article."

I flipped to page twenty-three and there was another picture of Lauren, this time in the skirt-and-blouse outfit she had worn the day after we first had sex.

Meet Lauren, the Prime of new Seat of Fertility Jeremiah Grant... It went on, giving details about Lauren like how she was a cross country runner and how she did well in school. Whoever had written the article talked up our long-standing romance, gushing about how we had been in love for years but hadn't known how to show it to each other. It was flattering and poignant and more than a little creepy. How did they know all of this?

The end of the article brought the reader back to the present day, and as I read it I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks. Of course, our new, young and virile Seat of Fertility has been putting sweet Lauren through her paces. While his awakening was expected, his local community certainly wasn't prepared for his arrival. WWW reporter Lovelia Pascher sat down with a local young witch who had a run in with the pair at their high school just days after Jeremiah Grant ascended. To listen to the interview, swipe HERE.

I tentatively pressed my finger to the page and the ink words swirled, forming into a small Play-Stop-Rewind sequence on the page. I pressed play and the car filled with a small burst of static before an obviously obfuscated voice started talking, the tones hiding her identity.

"I mean, like, after the Proclamation I knew Jeremiah was the seat but it didn't really click that a fertility mage is going to my school. Seeing it right in front of me was a total eye opener."

"Exactly what did you see?" The female reporter, whose voice wasn't changed, asked.

"Well it was after gym and the class went to the girls' locker room to take a shower, and there they were - Jeremiah Grant and Lauren. No way I could mistake what they were doing either - she was pretty out of it."

"Really?"

"Yeah. It was way more than just making out. They were, like, totally doing it. Like, intercourse. While we were watching, he made this wiggle with his hips and Lauren just... she, er, forcefully ejected bodily fluids - and then they realized we were watching and he left. I felt relieved, honestly. I mean, there's always those rumors about fertility mages, but the scary part is maybe I'm a bit disappointed. I mean, if you can believe the rumors, a fertility mage ought to be able to handle half a dozen girls without breaking a sweat, so why did he just walk away? I mean, we were right there after all."

"Do you feel traumatized by what you've seen?" The reporter asked, obviously prodding for a tantalizing quote for a headline.

"Since we saw him naked, me and my friend have had like recurring, um, 'anatomically correct nightmares.' I mean, those dreams are totally realistic. Like, you can count the veins. I mean, with what he's packing - what I saw - what I think I saw - it's, like, it ought to be illegal."

"What are you going to do now?"

"Well, Prom is six months away. I've talked about the issue with my parents, and with their love and support I think I can avoid, like, throwing myself at him until then. But if we were to go to the same college, I don't know if I could handle that."

The audio clip ended and the writing reorganized itself on the page back into the written article.

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"Um," I said into the silence of the car.

"Yeah. There's another article about Annalise and the Judgement, though it doesn't mention many details," Lauren said, closing the magazine in my hands. "This is really crazy. I don't know whether I should feel like a celebrity or super creeped out. How did they find all of that stuff out about me?"

"Some of it they could probably have just googled," I said, "But the stuff about us? I'm not sure. The article mentions divination at the end - I hadn't even thought about that kind of magic. Divination, augury, all that sort of stuff."

"I don't like it," Lauren frowned. "And the fact that they somehow got a picture of me after working out at home... what else have these people been seeing?"

"I know, I don't like it either. I can fix it though, I think, but not now. I'll do it tonight and get both of our families in the same spell. No one gets to spy on us."

Lauren nodded, then took the magazine from me and stowed it in the pocket behind my seat. As she was leaning back and towards me to reach I moved in and kissed her. She smiled into it and her hand came up and wove into my hair, keeping me in place as she kissed me back. When we finished she had a twinkle in her eye.

"You look beautiful today, by the way. And hello," I smiled.

"Hey," she said back, and then leaned in to kiss me again.

It was a few minutes before there was a knock on Lauren's window. We both jumped a little, getting startled out of our own little world, and turned to find Stacey waiting for Lauren to lower her window.

"I thought you were in a big rush, Jerry," Stacey said with a smirk and a laugh, though I thought I saw something else hidden in her eyes. "Hey Lauren, see you tonight for dinner." She left, walking down the driveway to where her friend had parked on the street.

Lauren turned back to me with a cocked eyebrow, "Alright, now what was that about?"

As she drove I told her everything that had happened since I last saw her the day before - about going shopping for a present for her with Lindsey and fucking Angela, which her sister had already told her about, and then about my sleepy conversation with Stacey later that night, followed up by the events of the morning. By the end of it, Lauren was driving past Jay's house instead of pulling into the driveway.

"Um?" I asked.

"We're getting another first done. Right now," she replied, pulling onto a side road. She flashed me a smoldering glance and drove until she found a secluded spot in a wooded lot; I was already starting to get hard in anticipation.

"Car sex," Lauren mumbled as she leaned over and started making out with me again, already having parked and pulled the keys out of the vehicle. "Mmmm." I'd brought my hands up and helped her slide from under the steering wheel and over until she was straddling me in the passenger seat. It was a mirror to how we had ended up after our first date, making out in the dark for the first time.

Now I knew what she liked though, and put that to good use. One hand gathered the hair at the back of her head and pulled it back, turning her face to the ceiling as I kissed down her throat. As she moaned again I could feel the vibration through my lips while my other hand undid the buttons on her blouse until her chest and bra were free. I continued kissing my way down her chest and she wreathed both of her hands in my hair and pulled me to her, grinding her hips down on mine.

I let go of her and used both hands to grab her jean-clad ass, gripping firmly through the skin tight pants and pulling her more tightly against me. I was licking and nipping at her cleavage now and she chuckled the warm, sweet laugh that I loved so much.

"Fuck me," she moaned in my ear, bending her head down to do so, "Fuck me in the back seat."

I pulled away from her chest. "Wait, do you want to fuck in the back seat, or fuck in the back seat." I squeezed her ass on the second one.

She snorted and laughed again. "Just the back seat, dummy. Maybe we'll back seat later."

We moved to the back bench seat of her car and fucked, my pants around my knees and her jeans and panties hanging from one leg, shoes still on. It was hasty and nothing special happened, but it was just between the two of us for the first time in days and as we panted, kissed and humped at each other I felt like this was the way we were supposed to be. Lauren and I had only started fucking a week ago; we were supposed to be enjoying each other in this sort of hurried, don't-get-caught kind of pressure relief of teen sweethearts. We moved from Lauren riding me in the back seat to me standing outside the car, fucking her in missionary position as she lay on the seat, and eventually we got daring enough that Lauren had me fuck her bent over the hood of the car.

"First sex outdoors," she grinned and panted as I lay partially on top of her, still semi-hard and lodged as deep as I could. "Two for one."

I couldn't help laughing softly as I collected myself.

We finally made it to Jay's house once we had gotten ourselves cleaned up. When we pulled into the driveway Benji peaked under the quarter-open garage door and quickly lifted it all the way up as we parked and got out of the car.

"Alright children," Lauren joked, "What's going on?"

Jay and Benji were practically giggling with excitement standing next to a large, lumpy object on the garage floor covered with an old bedsheet. "Oh, hey guys," Jay said, falsely casual. "We've just been changing the world while you two have been disappeared all weekend."

I glanced at Lauren, who was rolling her eyes, and sighed sarcastically. "And what global innovation have you two come up with?"

"OK, so it's not that big a deal," Benji said, "But it's definitely 'you should have been here' cool."

"What is it, dorks?" Lauren demanded.

"From the astounding minds of Jay and Benji," Jay said, motioning for Benji to pull off the bedsheet, "We present - the Super Drone."

It was one ugly piece of machinery. Probably four feet across, it looked like the product of a mad scientist who had lost his last few marbles.

"What is it?" Lauren asked.

"I told you, a Super Drone."

I blinked and tilted my head, trying to reconcile the words with the... thing.

"OK, so we were playing Call of Duty for like, twenty hours straight," Benji exclaimed, "and then we were like, 'Hey, this drone is pretty sweet, wouldn't it be cool if we had one?' and then we were all 'Well, why not build one?' and so we did."

"It's bigger than the one in the game but it does a bunch of cool stuff," Jay said, picking up a huge remote control that looked as equally cobbled together. "We started with the hobby drone kits Mark left behind when he moved out and put them all together, then added a bunch of cameras and one or two other little treats." Mark was Jay's older brother by eight years, making Jay the 'oops' child of the family. Mark had moved across the country the previous year.

"Does it work?" I asked.

"Does it work he asks," Jay snorted derisively. "Of course it works."

"Maybe," Benji admitted. "We were waiting for you guys to show up before we tested it."

"I just want to know how far back I should stand so that I'm not in the blast radius," Lauren deadpanned.

"It's not explosive," Jay said, waving his hand dismissively.

"Not really explosive," Benji hedged.

"Right, I'll stand out here," Lauren stepped back out of the garage.

I went and stood next to Jay and looked at the big remote control he was holding, festooned with knobs and dials and capped with an ipad running some sort of hacked app. "So, have you even turned it on yet?"

Jay flicked a switch and the ipad display changed, flickering with a bluetooth icon for a moment before the 'drone' started to hum. He turned to me and grinned, "I have now."

"Check the camera first," Benji said excitedly, hovering over the drone.

"Camera One is working," Jay said, then toggled two switches. The screen on the ipad changed from a low view of the floor and wall of the garage to pointing outside, Lauren's legs in the frame. "Camera Two is working."

"It's camera four I want to know about."

Another couple of toggles and the ipad screen went bright green before darkening to a fuzzy green of the floor and wall again. "Camera Three works, we have night vision."

"Are you serious?" I asked, starting to nerd out.

"Cannibalized my Call of Duty Collector's Edition night vision goggles to do it," Benji grumbled lightheartedly. "What about Camera Four?"

Jay toggled again and the screen went blank, "No, Camera Four isn't working." Benji groaned and Jay turned to me, "Thermal vision. The app is supposed to make it work but I haven't figured it out yet."

"You guys are insane," Lauren said from outside. "When was the last time you slept?"

"I dunno, yesterday?" Jay shot back. "When was the last time you two managed to keep your hands off each other for longer than an hour, Miss 'We're-so-good-at-it-we-do-it-in-the-locker-room?'"

"Why would we want to do that?" Lauren quipped back, "Sleep, eat, sex. That's your life exactly except you only fuck yourself."

"Harrharr, Jay can't get any, real funny," he replied sarcastically.

"So does this thing fly or not?" I asked, interrupting their squabble. Lauren and Jay were, or at least had been, the most athletic of the four of us and that had led to a bit more 'alpha' personality clashes between the two of them. Of course, Jay didn't know about my change in situation.

"Let's see," he said, "Benji, step back." Once Benji had, Jay flipped a couple of switches and then slowly shifted a throttle knob while holding the remote horizontal. The blades within the twelve circular propeller bays began to whir, filling the air with a soft hum as they sped up.

"That's half power," Jay said to no one in particular, continuing to slowly turn the throttle knob.

The humming grew louder as the propeller blades continued to speed up, the breeze created by them rustling papers and leaves to the corner of the garage. The homemade drone didn't move though.

"Three quarters," Jay said a little desperately.

It was a dumb idea, really. A super-drone with night and thermal vision? Lauren was probably right that Jay and Benji were grasping at straws here. Still, it would be so cool. Looking at the pleading expression on Jay's face for the thing to work, and Benji's expectant faith as he stared it down, I decided just a little help wouldn't be remiss - these were my best friends after all.

Reaching into the pool of power at the back of my consciousness, I grazed the surface briefly before dipping a figurative toe into it, almost like I was tasting it. The last time I had cast a spell there had been the feeling of fire mixed into it, the remnants of my experience with Annalise making it, and me, more combustible. Now it felt clean, fresh and warm like a lake on a beautiful summer day but as powerful as a hurricane as it tried to pull me in, wanting to be funneled into spells.

Holding that power, I knelt down as if I was examining the drone and focused on the machine. It was clearly too heavy even for the eight overpowered propellers they had jury rigged, so the easiest thing to do was just make it lighter.

The drone hopped about a foot in the air then landed back on the ground, Jay and Benji whooping and high fiving each other. I stood with a grin, releasing the pool, and high fived them both as they babbled almost incoherently, then looked over to Lauren. She had one eyebrow raised as she looked at me with a 'I-know-what-you-did-and-it-was-dumb' expression. I just smiled and shrugged and she rolled her eyes, stepping forward with a small smile of her own.

"Ok, so it got off the ground," she said. "Now let's see it fly."

We spent the afternoon at Jay's house playing around with the drone and then gaming in his basement. The 'superdrone,' as Benji kept calling it, was pretty impressive once I had cast the spell to lighten its load. With four cameras and a little winch so that it could pick things up, there wasn't much more room on it but Benji wanted to mount a nerf gun to it with a laser sight, while Jay wanted to cannibalize a paintball gun and give it 'real firepower.' I was just glad my spell wouldn't help out with those ideas.

As we lounged in the basement, the four of us laughing and talking smack as we stared at the pixels on the television, I had this odd sense of peacefulness. Nostalgia? Not two weeks ago the four of us had been doing this exact same thing in this exact same place, yet somehow it already felt distant. How many more times were we going to just hang out like this?

Lauren turned in her seat on the couch and leaned up against me, head on my shoulder. I glanced down at her and she was looking back, a soft smile on her lips. She leaned her neck up and kissed me on the cheek before turning back to the game.

Now that certainly hadn't been happening two weeks ago. I think I'm ok with this change.

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