Every Single Star

With a glint in her eye, Whitney glanced up until she was staring her best friend in the eye. "I'm telling you, Vanessa...it worked! The incantations aren't even that complicated. That's what I was so busy with last weekend..."

While she sat there in her small bedroom, directly across from her best friend, Vanessa felt herself becoming more intrigued by Whitney's proposal as it developed. It was a rainy Wednesday afternoon in the middle of November for the two students who were hanging out in Vanessa's flat in Glasgow having just got back from their last lecture of the day. As she listened to another of her friend's typical boasts, Vanessa paused to give thought to how Whitney was always able to pique her curiosity whenever she went into one of her sales pitches.

Slowly, a grin formed across Vanessa's face as she took a breath and responded. "Listen, there's no way that any of us have got the nerve to go messing around with that old book. Come on, you really mean to tell me that you've gone from the simplicity of casting protective barriers to the complexity of summoning an entity in the space of a few months? Even if that's true, you're going to end up making a mistake and paying an enormous price..."

After offering a playful laugh, Whitney stood from her chair and repositioned herself sitting on the edge of Vanessa's single bed. When she planted her hands on the mattress on either side of her thighs, Whitney allowed herself a moment to study the look on her best friend's face.

While Vanessa was the more risk-averse of the pair, that wasn't what the gorgeous 21-year-old student was primarily known for. Whenever she moved around her university campus, Vanessa was capable of attracting anyone's attention with her sensational top-hourglass figure being the envy of so many strangers who crossed her path. Stood at just over 5'4", Vanessa's naturally dark, wavy hair had been dyed blonde, but her darker roots had been allowed to develop substantially, which afforded her a delightfully carefree look. When paired with her stunning blue eyes, generous lips and prominent cheekbones, however, Vanessa's pretty face barely scraped the surface of just how attractive the young student really was.

As Whitney allowed her gaze to drop, momentarily, her eyes took in the impressive sight of Vanessa's chest as her assets were testing her simple beige t-shirt, with its high crew neck, to its absolute limits. With her mother to thank for passing down a winning ticket for the genetic lottery, Vanessa's natural curves were simply phenomenal as her tits ensured that she always had a long line of admirers. The way they sat so proudly on her petite frame, despite being so full and curvaceous, blessed the bottle-blonde student with the ultimate accessories to accentuate any look for any occasion. Meanwhile, as they sat there in her bedroom, Vanessa's beige t-shirt was so tight that the fabric was thrust out by her considerable chest, while the hem of the garment was tugged upwards until it bunched around her navel, which displayed her flat tummy and slender waist. While she wasn't showing much skin, Whitney could see that her best friend had just enough tan to compliment her look perfectly.

Together, the two young women were part of a larger group who were magic enthusiasts. While their group couldn't be fairly characterised as witches, they'd been friends since high school and had managed to acquire a rudimentary grasp of different spells that they'd learnt from various spell books that came into their collective possession over the years.

Carefully, Whitney took an extended look at the bookcase positioned against the opposite wall while she called out in response. "We've had that new spell book since the summer and not one of us has stepped up and tested it out. Look at those books you've got sitting there... If we limit ourselves to those, we'll be stuck casting shields and dying each other's hair with them this time next year." Slowly, Whitney glanced back toward her friend as she took a breath. "Of course, I'm going to be careful, but we all know that this book gives us access to the spells we've always wanted to learn... We've read the pages so many times, we both know that the two most important things in the world are available to us...safeguards and control..."

The grin that Vanessa had sported started to fade as she crossed her legs, eager to get changed out of the stylish grey trousers that she wore to her classes earlier. After tilting her head slightly, Vanessa spoke. "How did you even do it? Were you alone or did any of the girls help you?" Carefully, Vanessa allowed her index finger to tap against her knee as she felt herself becoming desperate to ask the only question that mattered at that moment. "Alright, just fucking tell me...how was the sex? Did the spell work exactly as it's described in the book? Were you able to summon the exact form that you kept in your mind? I mean, just saying that out loud, Whitney... You can't expect me to sit here and think that pushing things that far, that fast, can possibly be a good idea..."

While Vanessa's smile relented, the one plastered across Whitney's face was so wicked as she revelled in the way that Vanessa was enthralled by her account. "That's what I've been trying to tell you, Vanessa... You know just as well as I do, there are only two pages of incantations and then the person of your dreams comes through the gate and they're all yours for as long as you want them... I didn't need any help, I cast the spell in my favourite pink pyjamas and, five minutes later, I was ordering a magnificent specimen, with a body to fucking die for, to pull my shorts down and worship me... So, when you were at that party with the girls last weekend, I spent my Saturday night having more orgasms than I was prepared for before I uttered the spell to send them home..."

At that moment, Vanessa sucked down a deep breath as she'd been in that precise situation with her best friend so many times. Sat there, listening intently, while Whitney told her a story that was based in truth, but had a number of significant, obvious exaggerations. It was that willingness to embellish that was the one trait Vanessa wished she could alter in her best friend, especially when they had conversations about practicing magic.

However, Vanessa couldn't concentrate on her nagging doubts as the very concept of what Whitney just described had started to light a fire within her that she was struggling to control. While her best friend was straight, Vanessa had been very open about her feelings for women and had embarked upon a series of short, but passion-fuelled relationships with a number of girls around her own age. Just as Whitney dangled the seductive idea of summoning the person of her dreams in front of her, there was nothing Vanessa could do to stop herself visualising the same woman that had been running circles in her mind.

Late at night, in the privacy of her own bedroom, Vanessa had spent so much time watching content from one specific female model on a number of adult websites. Her modelling name was Portia and, having only discovered her during the previous summer, all it took was one look at the model's flawless body and Vanessa found herself lusting after her while her hand would, invariably, end up slipping between her own legs.

Portia was a petite brunette, with jet-black locks that ran straight down her back to meet her tight backside. Meanwhile, her light-brown skin was so enchanting, which was a product of her British-Asian heritage. However, while Vanessa's assets were entirely natural, the model's lips had been enhanced as a result of fillers, which granted her the most alluring bee-stung lips without going overboard. Similarly, Portia's chest was also augmented, with her tiny frame sporting the most stunning pair of enhanced breasts that Vanessa had ever set her eyes upon. Each and every time Vanessa sat down to watch Portia in a steamy clip, the student's pretty blue eyes always found themselves locked onto Portia's magnificent bolted-on tits, which offered the most pleasing bounces whenever Portia would find herself in the clutches of another woman for the watching cameras. Meanwhile, the model had an elegant tattoo of a pair of wings that ran under both of her breasts and rose halfway between them. To Vanessa, it looked like Portia could be on the front cover of any magazine in the world and they'd sell like they were going out of style.

Once the image of Portia burned itself into her mind once more, Vanessa knew, deep in her bones, that if she had the chance to summon anyone, it would undoubtedly be a copy of her. It was then that Whitney's assurances that the summoning could be controlled started to affect the pace of Vanessa's breathing, as the very thought that it could be possible was almost too hot to think about.

With more effort than she realised, Vanessa shook the sinful image of Portia's stunning body from her mind as she looked back into Whitney's eyes. "How were you able to control him once he came through the gate? Was it just as simple as the book described? The chalk outline and the enchanted stones?" After a brief pause to recognise the heat building between her own legs, Vanessa continued. "Did you just take whatever you summoned to bed with you? How were you able to issue them with the right commands to obey? Just how obedient were they and how easy was it to just send them back home again?"

For her part, Whitney instantly recognised just how intrigued her best friend was as she stood in the face of her barrage of questions and smiled as she responded. "That's what's so great about the spell, everything's built into the original incantations. When the entity appears, you take them outside of the chalk lines and their only concern is providing you with as much pleasure as your body can handle... I kept him for just over two hours and took him to bed before I dragged him into the tiny shower in my flat. All you have to do is tell them what you want and they'll devote themselves to making it happen... Don't you think it's time that we cranked things up a notch? Don't you want to test it out and summon whatever fucking goddess that you've been fantasising about? Trust me, once you utter the words to send them back through the gate, after hours of the best sex of your life...you're going to want more and more, just like I do..."

As she sat back in her chair, Vanessa exhaled as she realised that just hearing her best friend's story was enough to have her mind racing with so many sordid possibilities. After an extended pause, Vanessa's lips parted. "Look, you know how we all feel about that book... On paper, the spells have the power to change our lives in so many ways. But when it comes to sex and control, summoning entities, potential demons...we just need to walk before we can run. Maybe one day, I'd have the confidence to try something like that... But when it comes to sex, I'm fine wearing a tight dress and hitting the clubs until I've found a nice girl to come back here and give me what I want... For now, I just need you to tell me that you're going to be extra careful any time you open that fucking book..."

After allowing a soft giggle to escape from the back of her throat, Whitney stood to her feet as she looked down into her friend's eyes. "Well, I can do you one better than that... Instead of you worrying about me taking too many risks, I brought the book over so you can keep an eye on it for all of us." At that point, Whitney bent down and opened her canvas shoulder bag, before she pulled the old spell book out and sat it atop Vanessa's bed. Once it was in place, Whitney looked into her eyes once more. "Let's be honest, you've always been the one who developed so much faster at this than the rest of us. Yeah, I took a risk and went first, but it went exactly as the pages described... With your discipline and focus, you'll be the one who's coming to us with ideas on how to make it even safer. Why don't you have a look at it again tonight after I'm gone? If you're comfortable enough to try it out, I better wake up to so many messages from you telling me just how incredible the sex was..."

Despite having read the book so many times, every occasion where Vanessa found herself in the presence of the dark grimoire sent a shiver up her spine. As the leather-bound book rested upon her bed, closed tightly shut, Vanessa looked back up into her best friend's eyes and responded. "Don't count on me using it like you did, but sure, I'll take another look at it tonight... If I think of anything new, I'll drop a message in the group chat. It's Thursday tomorrow, I've got no classes so I can stay up a bit later."

While she spoke, Vanessa found the sensual image of Portia worming its way back to the forefront of her mind. However, this time, Vanessa visualised her dream girl kneeling before her as Portia looked up into her eyes with her plump lips parted. Meanwhile, the only item that the beautiful model was wearing was a tight collar around her neck, which had a long, leather leash attached to it that was clutched tightly in Vanessa's right hand. As the gorgeous student looked down within her fantasy, she was completely stripped as Portia's beautiful face was less than a foot away from the heat between her legs. As she stood there, Vanessa couldn't help but picture the way she tugged so hard on the leash to draw Portia in until her lips and tongue found themselves brushing across her throbbing button.

Back in the bedroom, Vanessa shook her head to free herself of her developing fantasy as she realised that the temptation to use the book, just like Whitney did, would be more difficult to resist than she initially thought.

A few hours later, it was just after 9:00 p.m. when Vanessa found herself standing in the middle of her bedroom. As soon as Whitney had gone home, the idea of emulating her best friend had weighed upon her until the beautiful student had finally decided whether it was going to be now or never.

However, as she stood looking down at the arrangement she'd made on her hardwood floor, Vanessa kept reassuring herself that she wouldn't continue for a single second if she felt that she hadn't prepared adequately.

Despite her bedroom being quite cramped, Vanessa had moved some furniture and her computer desk up against the walls as a large pentagram had been drawn on the floor. The lines of the ominous shape were thick and white as they were sketched with chalk that the student kept as part of her efforts in practicing her magic. Resting at each of the five points where the lines of the shape met the outer circle were small black stones, each of which was enchanted by Vanessa and had different occult symbols drawn on them.

With her lamp switched off, the only light in the room came from a variety of scented candles, all of which flickered in such a manner that they let Vanessa know that she'd reached the point of no return. While the candles burned, the aroma of incense had long since filled the room as Vanessa opened her eyes and went through her mental checklist one final time. When she was satisfied that the pentagram had been prepared exactly the way she wanted it, Vanessa turned back towards her bed and scooped the mysterious grimoire up into her right hand.

As she opened the spell book and began leafing through the pages, the pretty blonde couldn't help but consider what she'd chosen to wear for the occasion. Knowing that the whole point of the spell was about sex, Vanessa had chosen a simple white vest that was cropped directly underneath her impressive chest. While her tight stomach was on display, so too were the heart-stopping lace panties she'd chosen, which were a smouldering red and had the thin waistband pulled up past her hips as high as her navel. Meanwhile, her dyed blonde hair had been released to flow down to meet her chest as the way her nipples had already hardened under her thin, white vest reminded her just how eagerly she was anticipating what was to come.

It was then, while she was standing directly in front of the pentagram beneath her feet, that Vanessa reached the page containing the spell. Having read the words so many times since her group acquired the old book, Vanessa still felt so nervous as she knew that what she told Whitney earlier was true. No part of her was truly ready to take such a huge leap forward in her spell casting, but as her eyes scanned over the incantations once more, she felt like she was looking at a puzzle that she'd solved months earlier. However, as her eyes settled on the fateful rubric at the top of the page, scrawled in blood-red ink, it took the thought of Portia's stunning body to give her the requisite motivation to calm her nerves and regain her composure.

While she held the open book in both of her hands, Vanessa took a deep breath as she whispered audibly to the silence all around her. "I can do this, if Whitney managed it and lived to tell the tale...then I know I can do this properly..." As the sound of her own voice was successful in soothing her, it felt like every inch of her body was covered in goosebumps. But when the gorgeous student felt the need between her legs starting to build, Vanessa finally accepted that she was going to join her friend in testing the limits of her abilities.

Halfway down the page, the old book had a strange appearance as the white paper appeared to be clouded. The effect wasn't enough to prevent Vanessa from reading the words, but when she focused on the page, it reminded her of the way her student card had been laminated. However, when she dragged her fingers across the paper, it felt just the same as every other page in the sinister tome.

Despite being puzzled, she rationalised it as a way of highlighting the most important text. When she felt she was ready, Vanessa carefully looked down as her lips parted to speak. "In this darkness, hear my whispers as I call out to the realm unseen... By this power, I reach out and connect our essences, tying our destinies together on this fateful night... This pact of pleasure will enchant us both, but the ability to command will be mine alone... I summon thee in the form that's captivated me so, the form which has haunted my dreams and is what my mind visualises in this very moment..."

Having navigated through the first half of the incantations, Vanessa paused as she allowed herself to picture the magnificence of Portia's petite frame. It only took a few moments, but Vanessa was able to visualise every splendid detail from her blue eyes to her plump lips, her mesmerising tits to her tiny waist and tight little ass. In that instant, Vanessa felt like her mind was painting the debauched picture of Portia's naked body, complete with her elegant tattoo under her breasts, as the student was convinced that her memory banks hadn't missed anything out.

With more confidence than she had a right to in that moment, Vanessa continued. "To this realm, I bind you...and from this realm, I'll banish you... Hear this call and step forth, to obey my every command and bring untold pleasure to us both... Fuelled by my insatiable desire, your form is summoned by these words... Now appear to me, my lustful companion, the woman of my dreams!"

As the last words of the spell escaped from the back of Vanessa's throat, her heart was beating so fast as she braced herself for what was to come. However, with her whole body tensed, Vanessa's eyes were wide open as her spell yielded nothing. Hesitantly, the blonde held her position as she tried to detect even the faintest signal that she was about to be joined by the sensual entity. After a minute of pause, Vanessa started to realise that her efforts had been in vain.

As she looked back down towards the grimoire in her hands, Vanessa spoke as a cloud of embarrassment and frustration descended upon her. "Jesus, Whitney! Are you kidding me? You really brought this over, gave me the hard sell...and it doesn't fucking work?"