"This is silly." I said, stumbling behind Violet.
"It's not silly. It's my religion." She smiled, her teeth bright against her dark lipstick, and even in the moonlight I couldn't help but notice a flash of mischief in her dark eyes. She pulled back a tree branch, allowing me to pass under it. "My church. Watch your step, sweetheart, the moss is pretty slick". We were headed up a dark tract of forest, toward what Violet promised would be the best Halloween celebration I'd ever go to.
" Well, your church is a hell of a lot more interesting than mine was." I was raised boring, white bread Protestant, in a nondenominational church, free of even the interesting hellfire and brimstone of the Baptists down the street.
" Nothing interesting ever happened at your little goody two shoes youth group meetings?"
"well...." Some things were interesting...like on our summer retreats, how Angela and Mary wore their cut-offs so short you could see the tips of their pockets peeking from under denim fringe, their legs so long and tanned and smooth as to make the curve of their calves nearly hypnotic. Or the one time I snuck off to smoke a cigarette with Jane, the preacher's daughter, and she instead produced a joint. I just have the one, she'd said we can shotgun it....and she sucked in on it, her peachy cheeks making subtle hollows before leaning and placing her soft, faintly strawberry flavored lips on mine, exhaling her smoke into my waiting mouth. When she saw how shocked I looked, as she pulled away , she'd said What? it's not that strong. And we're just shot gunning, not kissing like a couple of lezzies. But as the paper burned closer to her fingers, our lips got sloppier, clumsier, she held my face steady, and maybe she lingered as she brushed ash off my chest. But we were high, that's all...
Violet laughed.
"That's what I thought. You don't have to tell me though, before tonight is over, you'll be spilling some secrets." She laughed, shrugging off her sweater "See that glow over there? That's the girls."
"Not 'the coven'?"
"Just the girls." she laughed.
I should have been suspicious right then, but Violet's back looked so lovely in the soft light, she kept a black tank on, and I could see just the top half of a Mother Goddess tattoo at the base of her neck I didn't know she had, her skin pale as pearl in the darkness. "start getting undressed, you'll look silly if you show up at the fire in your granny panties."
"Hmph . How do you know I have granny panties?"
Violet laughed. "We were roommates once. How much could you have changed?" Leaning against a tree, she started to wriggle out of her tight black jeans, catching her panties with them, pulling down so I could see her mound, unlike mine, was totally bald. She watched me, watching her, and laughed.
How much could I have changed?
"Undress, weirdo."
I pulled my long dress over my head, and tossed it on a low-hanging branch nearby. I didn't usually wear underwear, and it seemed especially pointless on a night that was to be spent naked around a fire with a bunch of other girls. I always felt that underwear benefited men more than it did me, it made them think my breasts were a different shape than the natural slope they were, made the dark slit of my pussy a shock when they pulled my panties off. Like the were unwrapping me, like I was a gift they couldn't wait to play with. There was no need for that with Violet, and her girls, in the forest. My body held no surprises for them, as like as it was to theirs. There'll be no playing, sexual or otherwise, this is an empowerment thing... I thought, even as I couldn't keep my eyes off Violet pulling her tank top over her head, watching her nipple studs sparkle. I was suddenly grateful for the dense hair covering my slit, which was growing wet watching her.
"You didn't know about the rings, huh?" she asked, catching my eye.
"Oh, no." Her eyes traveled up and down my body, rounder and softer than hers, my tits bigger, but my pussy less coiffed.
"Lets go." She stepped toward the light, her ass round and luminous on the
slope ahead of me.
*
The other girls were waiting for us, their faces darkened by the fire they surrounded.
"Merry met, Vi. Come get smudged." A pretty redhead called, from the far side of the circle. All told, there were only four girls,( no coven, after all I thought) before we joined them. Violet walked softly to the other girl, whose tight red ringlets dusted just the tips of her tiny pink nipples of her creamy, apple-sized breasts. Violet bowed her head so the girl could mark it with an ashen smudge, before kissing her on both cheeks.
" And your friend?" She asked brightly.
" Ah, er...Janie." I stammered. The redhead laughed merrily, and smudged my forehead too. She pulled me to her gently, her soft fingers brushing my shoulders and the sides of my breasts.
"Merry met, Janie."
"We're all here, then?" A rounder, dark skinned girl with full, coffee and cream colored breasts called from Violet's side.
"All of us." Violet answered, grabbing my hand and hers. I extended my other hand to the girl at my right, short and thin with a wide, mischievous smile and a slit as bare as Violet's.
"Lets begin." Said a girl with her hair done in loose braids tied around her head, interspersed with white flowers. The flames licked up her body, and in the shadow made difficult to tell, but she was clearly pregnant, her pale white breasts swollen and nipples darker any of ours, her belly a smooth curve that melted into a fuzzy, blonde mound. A mother goddess, to lead us.
I found myself comparing my body to the girls present, but in a different way than I had in the locker rooms of high school; here I could appreciate the differing beauty in women. There was our pregnant leader, whose hips were wider than mine, her breasts larger and her waist ballooning. The giggling redhead who'd initiated us, whose body was kissed all over with light freckles, until they faded out on her small white breasts. The girl holding Violet's other hand had a heavy head of thin, stylish dreads dressed with occasional glass beads that lay on her collarbones; her breasts larger than mine, but her bush just as untamed.
"Let us call upon the watchtowers, of the North, " All the girls raised their arms, mine with them, and twisted their bodies in the different directions our mother goddess directed.
"The South"
As we twisted I could see the muscles of the girl next to me, small, tight; her tiny breasts pulled nearly flat so that all I could see of them was her rosebud nipples and just a tiny bit..( A mouthful I thought, startled) of flesh resting on her ribs.
"The East." She called, and we twisted so I was staring at Violet's back. I looked around, nervous, because all other eyes seemed fixed on the darkness beyond our circle, while mine drank greedily of the bodies around me. Violet's back stretched out in front of me, her goddess tattoo perched between her muscled shoulder blades, the fire casting a shadow that outlined her pert breasts, her haughty ass, thick, firm thighs, and the darkness between them...
Violet looked over her shoulder and winked at me. I laughed , like a sigh, as if I were only nervous to be naked in a group.
"And West." Our leader called, so that we faced one another again, releasing our hands. I felt Violet's hand linger on mine a second longer than necessary, or was I imagining it?
" Well, sisters, in this safe circle, let us celebrate our beauty, let us revel in our woman-selves." The girls all smiled , ducking their heads in stifled giggles, like I used to in church.
"Tell your sisters how beautiful they are." The small girl next to me turned and seized my hips.
"You are beautiful." She said, smiling, and kissed both my shoulders. All around the circle girls were turning and doing the same.
"So are you...sister." I answered, bending down to kiss her shoulders too, brushing her hair away. She smiled and spun to greet her other sister.
I turned before Violet, she was taking her time lavishing her affection upon the girl to her left. The flames flickered and I saw her cup her white hands around the girl's tan breasts, heard her murmur something into her ear and kiss either cheek. I stood, mouth agape, as Violet turned to me.
