The Witching Hour Ch. 02

Her arms held out in front of her, squeezing her abundant breasts hard together between them, she locked her hands behind the mans neck for support and flung her head backwards, a look of ecstasy washing over her face. For a moment Jack was sure that he had been right and that it would prove to be much too big for her, but, after only a brief pause she slowly and tortuously began lowering herself down until finally she had taken him all the way in and was resting on his lap.

She held herself perfectly still, her head rolling around on her shoulders in pure pleasure. Then abruptly Jack stopped breathing in horror. Her head had stopped and for a moment, even though he couldn't see her eyes through the dark sunglasses, it looked like she was staring directly up at him. From this distance, he imagined he saw the corners of her mouth turn up slightly. Even though he thought that he had been at least partially hidden in the shadowy corner of his balcony, he was suddenly convinced that she knew he was there, watching her.

But then the moment past, and he watched as her head dropped forward and she began to slowly pull herself back up the colossal shaft. Jack had to have imagined the whole thing. He could see her body shaking in pleasure as she tortuously inched her way up and down on it, the man straining hard against his bonds. She would have stopped if she had seen him standing there.

Wouldn't she?

Jack was snapped hard back into reality as he heard a loud knock coming from the front door of his apartment. He felt his heart skip a beat and jumped back from the rail guiltily. He was breathing pretty hard and his heart was pounding in his chest. Crap! Of all the lousy...

He turned reluctantly, not really wanting to miss the show going on below, but his mind was suddenly and forcibly dragged back to the incident yesterday. He might have been a little hasty in thinking he had gotten away with it clean. In his head he could see the police uniforms on the other side of the door already; or maybe an irate Mrs. Munion with a set of hastily drawn eviction papers. He wasn't sure which would be worse. Just the thought of the tongue lashing he would receive from her was enough for him to instantly loose the erection that had been straining him the entire time.

Hurrying through his apartment he grabbed a shirt from one of the boxes on the way by. He had seen too many episodes of Cops on TV to want to be that white guy they always ended up dragging out of his house with no shirt or shoes on.

The knock on the front door came again as he was pulling the t-shirt over his head. Well, he thought as he headed for the door, still no shoes, but it's better than nothing.

Thinking desperately of who else could possibly be knocking on his door at this time in the morning, Jack found himself thinking about the big guy that had beaten the shit out of him yesterday. He wasn't sure Mongo would be the type to knock politely, but instead of taking any chances Jack leaned in towards the door and looked through the peep-hole. Immediately he pulled his head back, a confused look on his face.

There was a guy in uniform out there, just not the uniform he had been expecting. Waiting on the other side of the door with a bored expression on his face was a man dressed in a dark brown pair of shorts and a matching button up short sleeve shirt with the UPS insignia stenciled on the right breast. He stood outside, idly spinning a small brown package between his hands by the corners.

What the hell... Jack thought to himself, confused.

He had no idea who would be sending him something. He had no real family to speak of, none that he had spoken to in over six years now anyway, and he hadn't told his ex-wife or any of his buddies from the army where he was going when he left. The only one who knew where he was, in fact, the US Army, and anything that came from them either came Certified Mail from the Post Office or hand carried by someone with enough authority to drag you back to duty if they decided they needed you. The army was way too cheap to spring for UPS rates.

Shaking his head, Jack realized he was just standing there with his hand on the door knob so he quickly turned it, opening the door. He was too late though. He could here the sound of footsteps hurrying down the stairs, and they were gone before he knew it. Obviously the delivery guy had better things to do with his time then wait for Jack to figure out what was going on.

At his feet Jack saw the brown wrapped package leaning on end up against his door jamb. He reached down and picked it up. There was writing on the outside of the paper covered box, but it was written in some language that Jack wasn't familiar with. Maybe Arabic, it had the same type of flowing script that he had seen many times before, but it didn't quite match up.

Luckily for Jack, no mail carriers relied on what their customers write by hand on the box anymore. In this age of computers, the sender was always required to enter the address in electronically, saving the delivery guys from having to decipher someone's illegible handwriting.

He found the label stuck to the bottom of the package and one look instantly cleared up the mystery. Printed in the address slot was the name Jennifer McCoy. The address below it was for apartment 301. The guy had delivered to the wrong apartment. Technology can only help us so much, he guessed.

As he looked up at the doorway across the hall, Jack cringed a little. Great, he though. He still wasn't exactly sure what had happened yesterday, let alone how he was going to deal with it. That would be a great conversation. Hi, remember me. I'm the guy your boyfriend pummeled unconscious yesterday. Here's your mail. And what if Mongo answered the door; things could ugly again, quick.

Briefly he considered just sliding it across the landing to her door, but whole nice-guy conscience thing he could never seem to get rid of got in the way. UPS policy protected the delivery guy if anything happened after he dropped off the package, so he was free to just leave it and forget about it. Jack couldn't help but think about what could happen if it was left alone though. He guessed that, if their positions were reversed he would hope she would at least make the attempt to get it to him.

The possibility that she had helped him yesterday also crossed his mind. If she had, in a way, he owed it to her to at least do this. Maybe he could get some answers to all the questions that were rolling around in his head. Besides, he had never really caught a glimpse of her yesterday with the mountain on legs standing in the way, but he remembered her sultry voice and couldn't help but wonder if she was as sexy as she sounded. God, he admonished himself, you are such a sucker.

His mind decided, Jack stepped out from his doorway and crossed the landing. Quickly knocking before he could loose his nerve, he stepped back and tried to keep his shoulders from tensing up. As he waited his reasoning for doing this were starting to seem pretty slim. Why do you always have to be some girls' knight in shining armor? He asked himself. Try as he might, he couldn't think of an answer to that one.

From inside the apartment he thought he heard a small crash and a voice, but he wasn't sure. The tension in his body was starting to build and he couldn't help but think of Mongo opening the door. It wasn't that he was afraid of the guy; at least, not really. Jack had taken more than a few good beatings before, and had dealt them out when he thought it was necessary. Overall he considered himself in the plus column on that, but there was something about the huge man. He had been so inhumanly fast, and strong…

Jack knocked again, a little loader this time. He still could barely hear what he thought were the sound of voices coming from inside, but after a few moments when no one answered the door he gave up. Ah, screw this. She'd probably just left the TV on or something. No one was home. Hell, it was ten o'clock on a Monday morning; most people would be at work.

Turning around and heading back to his apartment, he again briefly considered just leaving the box outside, but instead he took it in with him and set it on the island counter that divided his kitchen from his living room. He would try again a little later.

Remembering suddenly what was happening outside, Jack hurried back out to his balcony but, to his disappointment, the two had obviously decided to take it back inside. The glass of tea was still sitting on the table next to the pool chair, collecting beads of sweat, and two pieces of black cloth lay on the chair.

Damn, he swore to himself, left feeling more than a little frustrated and still very horny.

Jack was just walking back inside when another knock came on his door. What now?

He walked back over and flung open the door, maybe a little too violently, judging by the obvious, wide eyed surprise on the face of the man standing outside.

"J-Johnson Delivery" the man stuttered out.

"Huh?" Jack said feeling confused again. This was becoming a very bad habit.

"You Jack Gardener?" the man asked, looking down at the clipboard he was holding. "Ordered the full furniture set?"

"Oh," Jack paused, looking a little sheepish. "Yeah. Sorry, weird morning."

The man just laughed. "Tell me about it. Where do you want the stuff?"

Jack let out a sigh as he opened the door wider and let the guy in to show him.

*****

The knock on Jennifer's door sounded incredibly loud in the silence of her apartment. Her eyes snapped open and she immediately winced as the tiny amount of light coming from around her curtains seemed to lance into her head.

She hadn't really been sleeping. The searing fire that felt like it was running through her body as if there were molten lava in her veins, instead of blood had seen to that. She had been trying desperately to find some kind of shelter from the pain that wracked her body by practicing the meditation rituals she had been taught as a child. Her concentration was shattered now though; thanks to whoever had decided to bang on her door like the freaking Gestapo.

Groaning, she raised her body up to a seated position and buried her face in her hands. Gods, it couldn't have been this bad the last time. She immediately forced that thought away. That was something she didn't need to think about right now.

It had been worse then though, and she knew it. While the Backlash was coursing through her body with a vengeance, literally, the return she had gotten from healing that idiot was tempering it a little at least.

Jennifer knew that she had to at least see who it was, if only to have an excuse prepared later. If anyone knew the state she was in, and more importantly why, the Coven would never forgive her. Winning their trust back had been a close thing the first time. Now, she wasn't sure if it could even be possible.

On the nightstand, Jennifer saw her mother's old charm bracelet, and picked it up. It always gave off a comforting warmth from the magic inside. Feeling her pain lessen noticeably, she wondered vaguely what her mother would be doing in this situation. Probably wouldn't have to lay here whining, that's for sure. She thought bitterly.

How do I get myself into these things? She asked no one in particular as she struggled to get to her feet. Immediately pain knotted her stomach and her head began to swim. She sat back down with a plop, her hand catching on the nightstand and sent her alarm clock crashing to the floor. The charm bracelet fell away somewhere out of sight.

Damn it! She cursed, and then projected her thoughts outward. Britt!

Nothing happened, so she tried again. Britt, damn it. Get in here.

The room around her remained still and quiet, with only the faint light from behind her curtains wavering as the breeze from her AC unit caused them to shift.

"We'll see about that," she muttered to herself and began to chant softly, wringing the words from somewhere deep within her pained skull. "Nastika, turos, alin tekala…"

She cut off immediately as a faintly glowing spiral of smoke appeared in the center of the room. It seemed to drop in from the ceiling and settle just above the floor. From within the cloud, a light pulsed once and suddenly Britt was kneeling on the floor where the smoke had been, her nude body faintly glowing against the darkness of the room.

"Dang, Jenny, there's no need for all that," Britt whined, looking up at Jennifer, slightly out of breath and with a big smile on her face. "I was coming."

Jennifer arched an eyebrow, and gave Britt a glare at that. She didn't miss the slightly different emphasis that Britt had put on the last word, or the fact that even through the soft glow, her skin looked flushed.

"I'm sure," Jennifer said acidly. "Just not in the way I asked."

"Oooo, harsh; someone's havin' a bad morning," Britt giggled. "Okay, Mistress, what's got your panties all in a twist today?"

Jennifer winced as whoever it was knocked on the door again. It was louder this time, but at least she was prepared for it. Still the pain swept through her, causing her to inhale sharply. Slowly she let the breath out in a moan.

"See who it is," she said, her voice softer this time. "Please."

Britt bounced to her feet, causing her breasts to jump up and down, and put her fists on her hips. "You mean to tell me you summoned me, from the best sex of my life, to answer the door for you?" she asked in mock indignation.

"I said please," Jennifer reminded her, a smile forming on her lips. "Besides, every time you have sex is the best sex of your life."

Britt giggled girlishly "True. What can I say; it's not just a job, it's an adventure."

She gave Jennifer a knowing wink. When all she got back was a stare, Britt rolled her eyes.

"All right," she huffed. "Fine."

With that she closed her eyes and a look of mild concentration came over her face. She was perfectly still for a moment and then her eyes popped open, a mischievous grin forming on her face.

"Oooo, it's your hero man." Britt laughed. "Should I let him in? Judging by what I've seen, he'd be more than happy to give a go at making you feel a little better."

"No," Jennifer said, letting out a long sigh. Thinking about him, she could help but feel an odd flutter of pleasure, remembering the way he had felt; the way he had tasted. "He's an issue that can wait until I'm recovered." She flushed a little as she looked up at Britt, "Besides, what do you mean 'from what you've seen'? I thought I told you hands off with him."

"Don't worry, Mistress," Britt said, "I haven't laid a finger on you little lover boy, he's still all yours, but I have kept an eye on him. Good thing too. You don't know the work I had to put in to keep him from freakin' this morning when he saw the scar you left from where that marak got him. You humans can be so flighty when things don't go the way you expect."

The "lover boy" comment earned Britt a tongue stuck out at her, but it didn't last. Jennifer frowned and her face dropped. It wasn't from pain this time though, at least not the physical kind. She had messed up on the healing ritual. It should have healed him fully, without a trace, but she had not been strong enough. Tears began to gather at the corners of her eyes. If her mother had been here…

Britt saw the way that Jennifer's thoughts were running and slipped down onto the bed with her, snaking an arm around her shoulders and pulling her close.

"Ah, little mistress, don't cry," Britt whispered against her soft skin, her luscious lips brushing lightly against Jennifer's brow. "Your mother would find nothing but pride in what you are today."

Jennifer found her self giving in to temptation. She had been so lonely for so long. She pressed her face into Britt's neck and let her tears flow. "I don't know if I have the strength for what's coming." She sobbed.

"Oh, don't worry about your power, sweetling;" Britt murmured into Jennifer's silky auburn hair, "It will come with time."

She ran her hands up and down Jennifer's back slowly, sending little tingles along her spine. "Already you hold more power than most witches will there entire life, and you have yet to come to you Fullness. A lesser witch would be consumed by the Backlash from the spell you used to destroy that marak," she smiled, "But you have used it twice and are still alive. You'll get through your pain. Pain is a part of life, even as the High Priestess of Fire, you are not allowed to bypass the Rule of Three."

As she spoke, Jennifer listened and, gradually, she could feel her tears begin to ebb. Britt's voice was hypnotic, and she could feel herself swaying to the rhythm of her words. Slowly she felt the pain that had gripped her lessen until her mind was filled only with the sound of Britt's voice and the feel of the girl's naked body wrapped gently around her own. The almost spicy and exotic sent of her skin filled her nostrils and clouded her mind. The touch of her hands was shooting bursts of sensual pleasure through her body and she was having a hard time concentrating. Britt was still talking and Jennifer tried to focus on what she was saying.

"…will make you stronger." She was saying, in her melodic voice. "You will make it through the pain, but you do not have to do it alone; I can help you." Britt gently ran her fingertips down Jennifer's face and drew her chin up until she was looking directly into the girls eyes, inches away from her face.

"Let me help you," she whispered. And with that she brought her lips down to Jennifer's and kissed her, her lips parting as she did. Jennifer was lost. With a sigh she opened her lips and invited the girls tongue into her mouth. As she did, Britt went to work with the single most passionate kiss that Jennifer had ever experienced. Together they lay back on the soft bed.

Jennifer felt Britt's hands leave her face and begin to move down her body, seductively exploring every inch of her as they went. She gasped with pleasure as one of them found first one nipple and then the other, gently rolling one at a time between her thumb and forefinger. Then they would release her nipples and slowly circle them, barely grazing her sensitive skin for long, tortuous moments. Jennifer arched her back and swelled her chest to try and get to the sensation, but it was no use. Britt would only move her hand with the swelling and maintain the tenuous contact until Jennifer was ready to beg, then she would begin to work on the nipple again, causing Jennifer to moan into her mouth.

One of Britt's hands finally left her breast and began to wander lower, taking a winding route over her stomach and hips. Jennifer tensed and arched her hips as she felt the fingertips brush lightly over her mound and graze her pussy lips. The teasing fingertip began to make slow and lazy circles around her sex, only barely grazing her lips as it traveled up and down, circling, but never coming close enough to the jewel at the top.

Britt shifted her body down and taking the neglected nipple into her mouth, she began to slowly suckle on it, using her tongue to roll it around in her mouth. Jennifer thought she would scream with desire as her hands dug uselessly into the satin sheets at her side. This was torture. Every touch, every movement was bringing her closer and closer to the edge. At last, sensing her pain, Britt drove one finger into her and, hooking it, began to rub circles around the small, rough patch of tissue on the inside. She used another to make light grazing circles around Jennifer's hooded clit.