This is my entry into the
Halloween Story Contest 2023
. If you like the story please vote. It fits in many categories but I'm going to put it in First Time which seems most appropriate.
A black cat jumped in Mary's lap as she sat waiting. The cat's bright green eyes glowed against its face and the long black dress Mary wore for the interview. She had come to interview for the coven, for the open apprenticeship. She was anxious. She would have bitten her nails, but she had worked hard to get them long and sharp. She painted them black.
An older woman entered the stark room. She had flaming red hair that had grown the length of her torso. She eyed Mary up and down for more than a minute, adding to Mary's anxiety.
"What's your natural hair color?" the woman asked the young Mary.
"Brunette," Mary answered with a ting of fear in her voice.
"Take off your clothes," the woman demanded.
Mary complied. She stood there naked as the woman examined her firm young body. Mary's pale breasts were small sharp cones extending from her ribs, culminating in two hard round brownish nipples surrounded by light pinkish brown areolas.
"Why are you shaved?" the woman asked angerly.
"I don't know?" Mary answered. "I thought all woman shaved down there."
"Is that how you were made?"
"No," responded Mary nervously. She thought that shaving her pubic hair was simply a matter of hygiene. Her mother had taught her all those womanly things like shaving her legs and armpits, as well as her pussy.
The woman stared silently sternly at Mary while she trembled and wondered what she was doing there, why she wanted to be there.
"You must be a real woman," the older woman explained as she slowly began to undress herself. Her breasts were mature rounded globes that hung slightly without support. Her pussy was adorned with deeper red pubic hair. Her legs and armpits also sported fine reddish hair. "Look at me," she demanded.
Mary took in the sight of her mature body. Despite the cultural grooming differences, she was beautiful and sexy. Mary felt a sensual appeal that made her pussy start to react, becoming wet with a few salacious thoughts.
"This is what your mother gave you. You must enjoy it and be grateful for it," the woman said. She remained naked, which made Mary more uncomfortable. The woman's mature curves naturally appealed to the younger woman. The older woman sensed this.
"We develop our senses which enhance our skills," she informed Mary. "Do you want to touch me?" she asked knowing that Mary did, and wondered how she would react.
"Uh, I'm not sure," Mary answered fearing rejection and acceptance.
"Yes you do. You know your feelings and you must be honest about them. That is the power of witchcraft," the woman said as she gestured for Mary to sit with her on the wooden bench where she was. She took Mary's hand and brought it close to her body, then let go of it, allowing Mary's hand the freedom to explore the woman's body on her own.
As she explored the woman's heavy large breasts her other hand was drawn to her own perky smaller ones. When her hand went down to feel the warmth of the woman's pussy. Her other hand explored her own. It was as if she was exploring her own sensuality while mirroring it to the older woman.
The older woman stopped the activity abruptly.
"What draws you to the craft? Why do you want to become a witch?" she asked Mary.
"I'm not sure anymore," Mary answered. "It was an inner desire. Something I have felt for a long time."
"You are a virgin," the woman stated. "That, you will sacrifice to Satan, the angel of Mother Earth."
"That much I understood," Mary responded.
"You will have the chance on All Hallows' Eve. First you must prove to yourself that you are willing and worthy to become part of our coven," the woman told her. "I will let you meditate on your desires."
Mary wasn't sure when that would be but she left the stark room in the old Victorian house in awe of the woman who had interviewed her for initiation into witchcraft. And she was scared, mostly of herself.
"Hola, Mary," her friend Sofia greeted her as they met outside the office building where they worked. Sofia and Mary had been friends since college. They became closer friends when they both were hired at a large legal firm as paralegals. They were both working toward their law degrees, taking classes, mostly at night. Sofia felt strongly about representing the Hispanic community from which she came, knowing firsthand how underserved they were.
Mary had wanted to pursue law as a career, a way to make a decent living and enjoy some of the finer things in life. She figured that she would need to focus on corporate law. Her job as a paralegal dealt mostly with tax issues for large corporations. She was far from an idealist like her friend Sofia.
"Going to the party Saturday night?" Sofia asked Mary. "I overheard that hot young guy who started in the property tax division is going," she told her friend while nudging her slightly.
"I'm not sure he's the right one for me," Mary told her friend hoping she would not continue trying to hook her up.
"You never know until you try. Got to see if the shoe fits. Or should I say, the cock fits," she whispered.
"I'm not as casual as you are about sex," Mary insisted. "Please don't get me into an awkward situation."
"Ok. I promise," Sofia said. "I won't even try. Are you going to the party, then? It's a good opportunity to network. I know how much you are a corporate climber."
"Yes. I'll go. But I'll behave myself," Mary told her. All she needed was an accessory to her costume, a broom, to go as a witch.
"I'll pick you up at nine. I've been to the house in the foothills before where the party is. Actually, I know the gate code," Sofia said somewhat teasingly.
"Well, aren't we the socialite," Mary ribbed her friend.
"I just lead them on. They really aren't my type either," Sofia said. "But occasionally a girl needs a good fuck. That works out good for everyone."
"I wouldn't know," Mary mused.
