Hello readers. A Tabitha story for you. This series works well with you readers, so if it's not broken... You're probably tired of Halloween stories but technically, Tabitha is a witch so they would all fit into that category. if your burned out on Halloween stories I'd skip this one. If your enjoying them, shout out in the comment section.
Hope you like this one. The second part is already in the works...
As always everyone is above the age of eighteen.
For my muse.
Practical Magick
This is going to take patience, I thought to myself. With time as my enemy, I had to find a cure for this.
Let me backup for you reading this.....
Ok so there is this really hot girl... isn't there always? She was simply stunning, with curves in all the right places! Big tits and a bubble of an ass. She was a cheerleader... how cliche.. but I swear it. She was going to be a trophy wife to some rich asshole who will probably cheat, go bald and get fat. Every guy lusted after this beauty. Her name was Morgan.
Oh by the way my name is Tabitha. I'm a witch! My great grandmother had started me on the path. She practiced with Gearald Gardner who was a cornerstone in the craft. Once the practice was known as Pagan. Wicca is practiced now, we believe in doing what we want as long as it does not harm anyone. We believe that karma returns three-fold. So no sacrifices, blood play or any other horror stories you might have heard. So I did know that we should never cast love spells and we never use magick for our own personal gain.
I'm sorry I tend to get ahead of myself. I'm a brunette, standing five foot five, weighing about one hundred and thirty-five pounds. I have hazel eyes and carry most of my weight in my chest.
Chesty women filled the family tree so it was not a shock when my tits started growing when I was eight. I'm not a real social person in fact I prefer to be at home cooking up spells. I'm a shy geek and tomboy mixed together, with no friends and my nose buried in a book. I have a girl crush on Morgan, I was never brave enough to tell her. That in itself was still frowned upon, even taboo.
The daily interaction I had with her was science class. Today we were paired as science partners for the mid term. The bimbo wouldn't know the difference between the periodic table and a lunch table. I believe she kept her grade point average up by blowing the professors. She was the school beauty and I was the geek. I was thrilled and scared at the same time. I said hello to her and told her we can do the project at my house. I have my own lab. It wasn't a lie, it's where I did my homework.
The assignment was not particularly difficult but it was way over Morgan's head. She had asked me if I could just do the chemistry and she would type up the report. She had selected the easiest part for herself. I couldn't pull my eyes from her deep cleavage. I agreed knowing the material well, so I did not have much work to do.
Having most of the chemicals in my set at home, I would just have to get two more. Stopping by the chemical lab before I left for home, I acquired the last of the ingredients. Then I headed to my own Fortress of Solitude, stealing the name from DC comics.
So as you have already surmised, I am a poster child for nerds everywhere. Glasses and brains were no match for the good looking girls here who could have been models.
I still had my 'V' card, not that I'm very proud of it. Don't get me wrong, I had a vibrator. The fact was, I haven't even been on a date yet. Mom said that I would meet the right person when the time was right. I think it was a lie, I had no luck with the opposite sex probably because I found girls more appealing.
After greeting my mother, I headed down to my work room. I had set up the lab in the basement and slept down there too.
Oh my mom, she's my biggest fan. She had me very young, seventeen I think. She was a model when she was young but now she is the manager of the bank here in town. Yes she is pretty. She stands five foot five. Long blond locks, that came from a bottle that stretched to her lower back. My father died when I was young, Mom never remarried.
She is chased by every single man that she meets. Admired by both sexes because of her beauty. She remained single to see that I was taken care of. A truly loving mother. It was a smart decision on her part to go to the neighbors where the weekly hen party met.
In my lab, I had just started to get to work on the project. I was moving a smoke machine I built to assist the drama club. Due to budget cuts, they were unable to afford some of the much needed props. I had my lab coat and protective gear on while I separated the chemicals. While putting my gloves on I had accidentally bumped the table spilling all the chemicals on it. Oh yeah, I'm sometimes a clutz.
The cloud formed immediately, filling the basement with fumes that made me choke and cough. Running up stairs to open some windows and doors. I got to the living area and managed to open a window and the front door before I saw stars then darkness.
Waking sometime later with mom shaking me. The fumes must have vented before her return. Slowly I got my feet underneath me, the room was still spinning and I felt a grogginess I couldn't shake. The aroma from the accident hung faintly in the house. I went to check the lab and the mess waiting for me. I thought my mom said something to me but I was wrong. Before I made it to the stairs there was a knock on the door.
Morgan lowered her fist from the door jamb while her cute face captured my attention. Then she spoke without moving her jaw. It was her voice, I heard her say, "Oh great how did I end up with the geek girl? Well at least I will get a good grade. I need it to stay on the cheer team. Time to act like we're the best of friends. I only have to deal with it until grades are handed out."
