Agnes sat on the old couch drinking cheap beer from the boring plastic red cup. Michelle was setting up red candles everywhere around the chalk circle with the odd arcane symbols she found in some spell book that she got from their last trip to Baton Rouge. They set up in one the abandoned grand houses in Paradise Falls, their hometown, that was once a sight to behold in the golden days of slavery. It was once a plantation but the crops stopped growing and slavery was abolished so the family had to up and move. It's been sitting there ever since, rotting and decaying while others waited for it to dissolve into dust.
"I don't know why I agreed to do this," Agnes groaned.
"Because it's going to be fun," Michelle assured her.
"I'm never getting drunk with you again," Agnes moaned. "You convince me to do weird stuff when I get drunk."
"You know I'm a better kisser than Beau," Michelle joked. Agnes laughed too. They did make out once. Twice... Mostly it was on a dare by Beau. Why Agnes wanted him so much she had no idea. It wasn't as if he ever acknowledged her in public. Even during high school they had to sneak around because she wasn't that high on the school totem pole. Small town Football star now engaged to head cheer leader Vesta Gerard. That blond bitch with the perky breasts and the smug attitude.
"You're breasts are way better than Vesta's," Michelle said. She could always read Agnes's thoughts. Agnes by contrast had fair skin, long dark brown hair and big indigo eyes. Michelle was African-American. One of the few who still lived in Paradise Falls since the Civil Rights movement. Beautiful compared to Agnes in her opinion. Unlike Agnes, Michelle's eyes were bright green. Her skin like mocha coffee with curly jet black hair. A perfect mixture of Anglo-Afro heritage. They were 25 now and friends since they were in diapers.
"Damn right," Agnes finished off her beer, enough that she found courage to do this little ritual. "So... I just have to sit in the circle while you recite some Latin verse?"
"Pretty much," Michelle looked at the spell book to be sure. "Oh and here's the fun part: I have to say it all while you masturbate to completion. With this wooden dildo thing." Michelle held up the dark smooth wooden phallus with carvings of more phalluses.
"WHAT?!" Agnes blurted out, her cheeks flushed. "No way!"
"Come on," Michelle whined. "I know you're family is repressed but I've seen the exhibitionist in you."
"Making out with girls while drunk is one thing but watching me rub one out with a voodoo dildo is a whole other thing," Agnes pointed out.
"This spell is guaranteed to summon your dream guy," Michelle explained. "A guy that will make Beau regret ever treating you like shit! Don't you want to see the look on his face when he sees you with the man of your dreams?"
Agnes admitted that she would love to see Beau's face fall when he sees she's moved on. Beau always got off on how he could just love and leave her then after several ignored texts and public brush offs would come back and flash those baby blues then Agnes would give in to him forgetting everything. Was there ever a more pathetic woman in Paradise Falls, Louisiana than Agnes Milton?
"Fine...," Agnes surrendered. Agnes got naked while Michelle gave her some measure of privacy. Not that it mattered as she would have to watch Agnes do the deed while reciting the verses. Agnes then laid herself in the middle of the circle assuming the position.
"Ok...," Agnes sighed. "Now what?"
"Just close your eyes and take deep breaths," Michelle instructed.
"Should we put on Lionel Richie?" Agnes joked trying to ease her trepidation.
"Just relax," Michelle said. "Do what comes natural..."
"Nothing about this is natural," Agnes scoffed but nevertheless she did as she was told. Michelle spoke the Latin words which became like white noise as Agnes allowed herself to give into the setting. She got herself ready by using her fingers first. Getting herself nice and wet so the wooden idol would slide right in. Agnes rubbed her tender flesh, dipping between her petals into her womanly flower. She wanted to relax herself before sticking some wooden magic dildo into her birth canal. Michelle's voice became the only sound. The cicadas and crickets gave way to a new hum that rose in intensity as Agnes's body started to get warm and tingly.
She was getting so horny despite herself. Agnes's inhibitions melted away as she used the dildo to tease her wet lips. The room dissolved into darkness as Agnes penetrated herself. Her senses heightened as she pumped the dildo faster and deeper inside of her. She could smell the burning wax, feel the flames of the candles and hear... more voices. First starting in low whispers that rose to a crescendo as Agnes opened her eyes to find herself no longer in the room of the abandoned house but in a walled enclosure with three pathways. One on her right. One on her left then one straight ahead where there were even more pathways. Was she in a maze?
"Wow...," Agnes marveled. The echo from her voice made her shiver. The place was empty. She could feel its hollowness down to her bones.
Above her she gaped at the beauty of the universe that rotated slowly. The Milky Way rose high above her then descended like the rising and setting of the sun. Then the whispers grew... Calling to her.
Her whole body hummed. Her heart pounded in her ears as she felt herself having this out-of-body experience. She could still hear Michelle's voice but it was faint. Agnes moved towards the whispers that grew louder when she finally came to a clearing. The center of the maze where there was a pillar with a beautiful golden bowl. There were arcane symbols carved into it's surface. Agnes admired the detail seeing men with oversized erections chasing women around. Some gave in and the look on their faces: pure ecstasy. But the bowl was icy to the touch.
It just needs some rekindling...
