It was a brisk autumn morning, the bitter type when the wind and rain sting like splatters of fat from a hot pan. Dianne was swiftly making her way to the coffee shop. A small, quaint place, she had frequented for years while at Cambridge University. She entered and rung out her umbrella, flustered, the grey morning left outside. She sat in her favourite spot, a deep brown leather armchair that was worn on the edges. It was surely an antique and it made her feel comforted and protected. She could watch the world go by and ordered herself a coffee while waiting on Imagen, a new friend this year due to her transferring to her course, Medieval History.
While waiting, her mind wandered to her dream from the previous night. It had burst into her mind numerous times while getting dressed in her plain, warm clothes. Flash backs of fire torches, a dark wood, a circle of women. And the most confusing, her face to face with a beautiful, wet, glistening pussy, eager to lap it up into her mouth and not stop until she was exhausted. She could smell its sweet juicy aroma; she could taste it on her tongue and yet she didn't even touch it. Plus, it was a dream, wasn't it? But it seemed so real. It replayed over and over in her head, and she yearned for it, so much so that she could feel the burning in her stomach and the electric feeling racing towards her forbidden area. She considered herself straight and had been with a few men since coming to university, but it wasn't exciting or adventurous. She wanted to feel like a goddess, to scream, to be thrown on a bed and passionately fucked all night, but all her experiences were somewhat... vanilla.
Her tantalising daydream was interrupted when Imagen snapped her fingers in front of her face. She hadn't even seen her walk through the door. Imagen was gorgeous, nothing like her plain friend. She had an air of Boudica, the Celtic warrior. She was sure of herself, an activist and strong. She had beautiful hair, auburn with twists and curls, small plaits and bouncy bangs. Her tight top emphasised her tiny waist and rounded chest. Her breasts weren't too big, but just the right size to cup when fucking her from behind. Dianne can't help but look, especially when she has been on heat all morning.
"Sorry." Dianne spouts blinking her eyes as if being wakened from a dream.
"You were miles away there." Imagen responded with a laugh, "Anywhere nice?".
"Oh, no, nothing. Ehm, I was just thinking about my assessment I need to hand in next week. Nothing exciting, promise!" she said with a faint smile and tired eyes. The conversation went from topic to topic; enough time went by that they had to order a second coffee and then the conversation turned again. "What are you doing tonight?" Imagen asked in a coy voice. "Just studying, I might even treat myself to a bottle of wine to go with it." She was embarrassed of her Friday night plans, and it showed in her face "Why?" she added.
"Well, I am meeting up with my holistic group tonight at The Dark Horse pub. We are going to have a few drinks and then head into the woods for a sound bath and meditation session. We are a person down and I suggested that I would ask if you wanted to come?".
Dianne knew of Imagens 'holistic group' as she called it. She wished she would just call it for what it was... a coven. She wasn't completely against spiritualism; she had crystals in her dorm room next to her window and would often burn incense. She loved a wander around The Green Man metaphysical shop with Imagen and always found witchcraft fascinating as it was a large part of her historical study. "Is that all you're doing with you 'spiritualist group'. She prodded while imitating quotation marks with her fingers and a look. "No sacrificing chickens or making voodoo dolls of professors at the uni that failed your last essay?" she teased.
"You know, as well as I do that, we don't do any of those kinds of things. We are a group of women connected to the universe, who use a range of natural materials to help bend reality and manifest our wants and needs."
Dianne had heard this rehearsed response numerous times and could likely recite it herself. She had been asked a few times before to attend Imagen's coven but had always rejected the offer, so she showed a surprised expression when Dianne accepted. "I suppose I could come along; it will make a change from sitting alone with my computer all night." she shrugged.
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Later that night, Dianne walked up to The Dark Horse. The weather had drastically changed and was now dry and the wind had a strange warmth that wasn't there that morning. Something she would put down to global warming and note that she had to go to the dry goods store in the morning. The moon was looming directly above the pub, and she could see people through the warmly lit windows. She had dressed in a long woolen dress that had long sleeves and nipped in at her chest, showing off her thin figure with knee length high heeled leather boots. She did not particularly like her figure. She always felt that she was too thin and tall, but she felt sexy and powerful tonight. Her dream was still looming over her even though she had gone home from her coffee date and vigorously masturbated herself to not one but three earth shattering orgasms thinking about that sweet pussy in front of her face from her dream.
When she entered the pub, a tipsy Imagen galloped over to her to welcome and introduce her to everyone. She was passed around each person from Imagen's 'group'. She had an odd feeling of being watched or undressed by the eyes of the women while she was distracted by meeting new people. They would complement her, telling her how beautiful she was, how fresh her skin was or how lovely she looked in her tight dress. The chatter was interrupted by a bell dinging in the bar. "Thanks Tony, for gathering their attention" a women nodded to the barman. "Welcome ladies, it is glorious to see you all hear tonight for our healing sessions. I am made aware that we have a new visitor by the name of Dianne, so let's make her feel especially welcome." she said with a dirty smile. Dianne went red, she didn't like the attention to be on her, but Imagen had loudly shouted "Here she is!" and pointed at her.