Kerry looked over the ingredients for the love spell again. Two red candles, check. One sachet of lavender, check. Weird little packet of dried herbs that came with the “Embrace Your Inner Love Goddess” kit that she bought last weekend, check.
She took a deep breath and picked up the directions, part of her not believing that she was even thinking about doing this. But she’d tried everything else: potlucks, singles mixers, blind dates, being friends first. Nothing seemed to work; none of the other women that she met were as beautiful as Lena. Or as funny and smart. But it had been two years now and Lena still just thought of her as one of her best customers at her tea shop/brew pub, the Lavender Steep and Brew. Kerry was getting desperate and that was all there was to it.
She imagined kissing Lena, feeling her warm lips open under her own. She could almost feel Lena’s big soft breasts pressed against hers. A trickle of wet warmth touched her thigh and a pleasant ache spread itself below her belly at the thought. Not that there wasn’t a lot more to Lena than that, she reminded herself sternly, but today that was all she seemed to be able to think about.
She dragged herself back to reading the directions. Well, skimming them, really. Her eyes were drawn to the new vibrator that she’d picked up at the same store where she got the kit. Maybe she should just take a little of the edge off before she got started. Wouldn’t want to give the whole thing too much of a kick, after all.
But the directions in the little pamphlet said, “Be sure and work your magic when your desire is clearest in your mind. This will give your spell extra potency.” Well, she needed all the potency she could get, judging by how far she’d gotten with Lena on her own.
So she thought hard about Lena instead and Lena’s beautiful, full breasts, while she lit the candles. She closed her eyes and pictured a hardened nipple in her mouth while her hips squirmed against the chair. She opened her eyes and sprinkled the herbs in a circle around the candle, then put the big quartz crystal in the middle for better focus.
She took a deep breath, trying to get in touch with her inner love goddess, the one who would be unleashed when she was done casting the spell. She tried putting the faces of various women onto the mental picture that she had formed, but the goddess kept turning into Lena. Come to think of it, the teashop owner would make a fabulous earth mother type goddess. Kerry gave a rueful smile down at the crystal; she had it bad.
Let’s get this done already, she admonished herself. She looked at the chant in the booklet and mumbled the words a bit cautiously: “Holy Aphrodite, help me to be the goddess I know I am. Help me to find and keep love in my life. Let the love in my bosom find its way out to bring my love to me.”
The “love in my bosom?” Really? It had to be some kind of mistranslation or a printing error or something. Shouldn’t it be “love in my heart” or something like that? That would make more sense, at least to her non-goddess way of thinking. It certainly didn’t seem to be working the way it was written, at least not as far as she could tell. She read it aloud a few more times, sometimes substituting “heart” for “bosom” in case it helped.
But thirty minutes later she was feeling cranky and tired and not a bit like a goddess. Maybe it was her Presbyterian upbringing that made her too strait-laced for this sort of New Age thing. She blew out the candle, ignoring the part in the directions where it said to let it burn itself out in a fireproof container. She swept the herbs into the trash and very nearly sent the crystal with them. But it was too pretty to just toss away so she put it on the bookshelf instead.
Then she washed her hands and went out to go shopping. Sort of. She did manage to buy some groceries before her steps led her past the teashop. She just lingered on the sidewalk outside though instead of going in to drink a half dozen cups of tea like she usually did on Saturdays. The thought of Lena in all of her unattainable glory was too much to bear today. She made herself walk away after one longing glance or two.
By the time she got home, she wasn’t feeling very good. In fact, she could barely keep her eyes open. Maybe her inner goddess was a germ pool. She grimaced at the thought as she took a hot bath. But even that didn’t help much. Finally, she gave up and went to bed early.
Once her head hit the pillow, she was out like a light. Her dreams were strange, filled with visions of an ancient temple and dancing acolytes. She even danced with them, at least at first. Then the temple priestesses showed up and started dancing, each movement slow and sensuous and erotic beyond words. At some point in the dance, each priestess embraced a worshipper and Kerry’s dream got a lot hotter and wilder.
She thought about joining in and finding comfort and release with a cute priestess on one of the reclining couch-like things that lined the room. But something turned her away to look at the big statue in the middle of the temple instead. It was a goddess, her face serene and powerful. There was something odd about her body, though, and Kerry stepped closer to try and figure out what it was. At that moment, the statue turned and looked at her, stone lips parting in a big smile and a peal of laughter that echoed like thunder through Kerry’s head.
The sound rolled her out of that dream and into another. Now she was dancing for Lena and taking her clothes off slowly, just like one of the temple priestesses. First she dropped her skirt, then she started unbuttoning her blouse, her movements slow and sure and sensual. Her shirt dropped away and she went to unfasten her bra, only to find that she wasn’t wearing one. Instead her hands felt glorious handfuls of sensitive flesh as she caressed her rib cage.
Clearly it was too much for Lena, at least in her imagination, and she stood up, tugging her own clothes off impatiently. Her beautiful breasts spilled out and Kerry danced up to her to cup them in eager hands and searching mouth. Lena’s hands caressed her, moving swift and sure over her body, igniting her nerve endings with every movement.
That was when Kerry glanced down and realized that something had changed. Her small breasts were right where they should be, but they had company. Trailing down her torso and even her back as she glanced around in amazement, were breasts of all sizes and colors. There were breasts with big nipples and breasts with tiny ones. Large and small, perky and droopy, each one sang to Lena’s touch until Kerry thought she’d faint.
That was enough to propel her awake, the wet space between her legs aching for release. She stuck her hand down into her pajamas, maneuvering around the blanket which seemed to have gotten fuller and downier since the night before. Her restless fingers found her clit and she rubbed hard, dragging the little bundle of nerve endings around in a tiny circle for a moment or two before she found fiercely bucking release.
She lay there gasping, eyes still closed for a moment. Then she pulled her hand from between her legs and stretched her arm out with a big yawn. She shook a little from post-orgasm tremors, the sensation making her smile. And the memory of her dreams made her smile even more.
She opened her eyes and reached over to turn the alarm clock so she could see the time. It was still too early to get up so she decided to lay around for a while longer. But her back ached for some reason. She arched herself up against the bed, trying to stretch out, but it wasn’t helping. That was odd. She stretched a slow lazy hand around to reach beneath her and feel the mattress. Her back felt . . . weird, through her pajamas.