Witch Way Now?

Witch Way Now? Ch. 01

Two young witches are reunited after a long separation.

*This is a resubmission of this story, corrected for the punctuation errors that caused several key points to be left out of the first publishing.

Hello there. Yeah, I know, I know. I've been 'out of the game' for a long while. It was for a combination of personal reasons that I had no control over, but now I'm back to see if I can get this new series done. New ideas and concepts kept popping up and changing how I wanted the story to come out, but maybe I finally got it right.

As the title implies, this tale involves witches and witchcraft, but that's not the main focus. First and foremost, it's a love story. It involves two young witches who've known each other all of their lives, but circumstances have kept them apart for several years. This series is about their reunion and their discovery that their childhood friendship is evolving into something much deeper.

If you read any of my Gina and Tammy saga, you might remember that I don't do "Wham, bam, thank you Ma'am" stories. I like to delve into my characters, to show you the emotional sides of their lives as well as the sexual sides. That's what I plan to do in this series. Hopefully, I've gotten better during my long hiatus and can take you along the path with the two girls on their journey.

There's not much sex in the beginning while the stage is set, but don't worry - the 'dirty stuff' you expect will come along as things progress. Let me start with an apology - I've taken a

ton

of literary license with this story. Since the main players come from the Deep South, there's a lot of slang, cursing, and grammatical errors, but I've tried to keep it readable.

All characters are over eighteen, blah, blah, blah. The locations are real places, but everything else is the product of my admittedly weird mind. Votes and comments are welcome...just don't be a jerk about it.

Y'all got that? Okey-dokey then, I reckon we oughta mosey on along. Enjoy yerselves, y'hear?

Saturday

(Wakey-wakey, sleepyhead. Get yer ass up outta bed!)

Ari groaned and rolled over, burying her face in the pillow. She hated that little voice in her head sometimes, but damnit, this time the voice was right. Today's the Big Day. After two months of planning, her best friend from her childhood will be arriving today and will be living with Ari while attending UNLV graduate school this fall. Except for a couple of brief visits when Ari flew back to Alabama, she hasn't seen Mitzi for 9 years and is looking forward to being reunited with her 'little sister from a different mister'.

Knowing she had to go grocery shopping this morning, Ari reluctantly got out of her king-sized bed and went to the bathroom for her morning

toilette.

After peeing and brushing the tangles out of her shoulder-length brunette hair, she slipped on her short satin robe and made her way to the kitchen for her morning caffeine fix. While waiting for the Keurig machine to spit out her coffee, Ari booted up her laptop to see what was happening in the world.

Sipping on the rejuvenating brew, Ari opened her email. After deleting the junk, two emails remained. The first was from her good friend and coworker Joyce McMenamy wishing her a good vacation next week and reminding her that she'd promised to bring Mitzi by their office for introductions. The second was from Mitzi, and Ari laughed out loud when she opened it. It had a banner across the top reading 'On My Way'. Underneath that was a black silhouette of a witch, bent over on her broomstick and whipping it with a riding crop.

Moving on to the news, Ari drank her coffee and shook her head at some of the idiocy she read about. The headlines screamed about protests here, riots there, and killings all over the place.

(

Most cuz some little whiny bitches didn't get things 'their' way. Geez!)

She did find a few interesting things as she read, but the sensationalism and sometimes outright lies the media was putting out soon got to be too much, so Ari just closed the laptop and ignored the BS.

Deciding against a second mug of coffee, Ari shuffled back to the bedroom to get ready for today. She hoped to get the shopping and her chores done early enough for her to take a nap before Mitzi arrived. Last night's sleep had been fitful, with angst about seeing Mitzi and sadness over losing Kathy invading her thoughts all night. Even though it had been 10 months since Kathy was senselessly killed, Ari still felt the ache and emptiness daily. After making the bed, Ari took a long shower. Vanilla-scented soap and shampoo helped soothe her jangled nerves and she felt much better when she stepped out of the shower.

A simple spell dried her skin and hair in seconds. Ari studied her body in a full-length mirror while coating herself with Sara's special lotion.

(

Not bad fer a 27-year-old.)

At 5'9" tall, her 34B breasts and trim, athletic frame provided fodder for the fantasies of men and women alike. She knew this and had no qualms about using her assets to her advantage!

Dressing in some running shorts and a tee shirt tight enough to keep her (braless) nipples excited, Ari applied a little eyeshadow and lip gloss. She loved wearing sexy outfits (when appropriate) and watching the reactions she got while out in public. Of course, some of the reactions were of the not-so-nice variety, but Ari had her magick for protection and wasn't too concerned.

It was a short drive to her favorite grocery store. Ari walked the aisles, filling her cart with essential and non-essential things that she knew Mitzi liked. Being early on Saturday meant the store wasn't too crowded but there were enough people to keep Ari amused. Since this suburb had a lot of retirees, most of the shoppers were older couples. Ari got a cheap thrill from the longing stares she got from the men and the hateful glares from their Mumu-clad wives.

Ending up with 5 bags full of goodies, Ari secured them in her open-top Jeep and made the short drive home. Once everything was put away, she made a quick round with a dust mop on the hardwood floors of her 3-bedroom home, checking that everything was ready for Mitzi. She could have used magick to do her chores, but the truth was Ari didn't mind housework. It might have been considered borderline OCD, but she liked

seeing

that everything was how she wanted it.

A quick run-through of her mental checklist confirmed everything was done. She made an 'Elvis sandwich' (bread, peanut butter, sliced banana) for a quick brunch and sat on the couch in the living area. After finding a documentary narrated by Mike Rowe

(God, I love his voice.)

,

Ari laid down and was sound asleep within minutes.

"Sorry 'bout that, Miss Granger, but I had t' check. Ya gotta admit, ya sure don't look like yer 24." Mitzi giggled when the bartender handed back her ID and the rum and coke she'd ordered. She told him not to worry about it, she was used to getting carded. With her short blonde hair and innocent-looking face, she certainly didn't look like the stereotypical Nurse Ratched.

Mitzi took her drink to a quiet corner of the lounge inside the DFW airport lounge to relax before her flight to Las Vegas. Last night was restless, with anxiety about this trip and her 'plan' keeping her awake most of the night. The two-hour, turbulence-filled flight from Florence to Dallas hadn't helped and she hoped the booze would calm her uneasiness. She sighed - she still had another two-hour flight and the drive from Vegas to Henderson to endure until she could finally unwind.

The only bright spot in this crappy day was that she was going to be seeing, and living with, her best friend! Mitzi has known Ari her entire life and has always thought of her as an older sister and mentor during her childhood. Since their parents are best friends (and their moms are witches), the two girls were always together growing up, until 9 years ago when Ari moved to Nevada.

Mitzi was deep in thought while she watched the people scurrying around in the airport complex. She was worried about Ari. Although their 'talks' the last few years had been by text, email, or phone calls, the two girls have always shared each other's secrets. But Ari had withdrawn after Kathy's tragic death, not sharing any details other than Kathy had been run over by a drunk driver.

The fact that Ari considered herself bisexual (leaning towards lesbian) and had lived with Kathy for three years didn't bother Mitzi. She was upset because she unfortunately was accustomed to grief and could see Ari hadn't reached the point of acceptance yet. While she knew each person managed grief differently,

one

of Mitzi's missions in Nevada was to help Ari as much as she could to reach that point.

(Chill out, Granger. Ya got yer own secret problem yer hopin' Ari can help you fix. Y'know, if y'all work t'gether, maybe both problems can be fixed!)

Mitzi chuckled to herself. As usual, her inner spirit had boiled all of her worries down to a simple solution. That made her more determined than ever to ensure her 'plan' was completed. Helping Ari along the way would just add to the Grand Prize!

Seeing people starting to gather at her gate, Mitzi finished her drink and left a tip on the table. Waving goodbye to the bartender, she went out to get in the queue. Her dad had given her a bunch of his air miles, so she'd been able to get first-class tickets for her flights at an exceptional price and was among the first to board the jet.

Settling in the comfortable chair, Mitzi watched the remaining passengers load. It was a surprise when they closed the door - despite being a midday flight on a weekend, and it was going to Sin City, the jet wasn't jam-packed. She didn't have any chatty neighbors in first-class and even better, there weren't any squalling children or obnoxious passengers on board. They taxied out and joined the departure lineup.

After they took off, and when it was okay, Mitzi reclined the soft seat. She declined the offer of drinks or snacks and let the droning of the engines lull her to sleep. It wasn't until the seat belt warning chime went off and the pilot's announcement woke her two hours later that Mitzi sat up, feeling refreshed after the wonderful nap.

Once they reached the gate, she grabbed her carry-on bag and made her way to the baggage claim, picking up her single suitcase. Since she was going to be living here for a while, she'd already shipped most of her possessions and only had enough clothing to last her until the rest arrived on Monday or Tuesday. She found the rental kiosk and picked up her pre-arranged car, then stepped outside the terminal for her first sample of the Nevada weather.

The mid-May weather reminded her of Florence, except for the noticeable difference in the humidity in this desert climate.

(

I think I'm gonna like it here.)

She got in the rental and started it up, turning on the A/C and setting the onboard GPS to take her to Ari's house. Ari had offered to pick her up at the airport but Mitzi had decided since this was her home for the near future, she wanted to learn about the area. Plus, with the way air travel was so erratic these days, she didn't want Ari to get stuck at the terminal in case her flight was delayed.

The worst part was fighting through the horrendous airport traffic, but Mitzi soon found herself heading southeast toward Henderson. Once she reached the outskirts of Henderson, the GPS directed her to turn north, bypassing the downtown of the city. Mitzi wanted to explore her new surroundings but knew there was plenty of time for that later on. Right now, she was ready for this trip to be finished!

Not wanting to show up empty-handed, Mitzi stopped at a liquor store to pick up a bottle of Ari's favorite whiskey. After the same routine of having to show her ID to prove she was legal to buy booze, she tucked the bottle in her carry-on and continued her drive. She pulled up to the gate in the fence surrounding Ari's property, and with a huge sigh of relief, she reached out to press the intercom button at the gate.

A loud

BZZZZT

startled Ari.

(Oh shit! She's here! I didn't mean t' sleep so long!)

Jumping up from the couch, Ari ran to the control panel and hit the Reply button on the intercom "Sanders' residence." She giggled when the familiar voice replied "Hi, honey, I'm home!" Ari answered "Mitzi! Get yer ass in here, girl" and pushed the Open button for the gate.

Stopping to check for wild hair or stray drool in the hallway mirror, Ari slipped on the flip-flops she kept by the front door and went outside. Mitzi had barely opened the car door when she saw Ari barreling down the sidewalk. As soon as she stood, Mitzi was swept up in a bear hug that squeezed the air out of her lungs. Ari exclaimed "Oh goddamn, sweetie, it's so good t' see ya again!"

Mitzi gasped "Good t' see ya too, hon, but can ya ease up on th' hug? I can't breathe." Ari laughed and relaxed her grip, setting Mitzi's 5'6" body back on the ground. "Oops, sorry. I'm just so glad yer here. It's been a long time." Mitzi grinned "Yeah, it sure has. I guess th' last time I saw ya was when ya came t' my graduation three years ago."

Still holding her shoulders, Ari gave her 'little sister' a once-over. "Yep, it was three years. I gotta say yer lookin' good, but damn, Mitzi, what th' hell happened t' yer boobs? I seem t' recall ya had some nice knockers." Mitzi blushed "Aw, that's just cuz o' this damn sports bra. I had t' mash 'em down fer my travel disguise. Didn't want a bunch o' pervs starin' at my titties on my way here." Ari snorted "Well, it damn sure worked. Ya look like yer still a teeny bopper. C'mon, let's grab yer stuff an' go inside. I 'magine ya can't wait t' free them puppies."

Mitzi giggled and popped the trunk open with her key fob. Ari grabbed her suitcase and wheeled it up the sidewalk while Mitzi followed with the carry-on bag. The view of Ari's front yard was impressive. Smooth river pebbles covered the yard, with patches of cacti and wildflowers scattered around. Two large live oak trees provided shade over the bedroom portion of the brick-construction ranch-style house. An attached two-car garage completed the picture and Mitzi thought

(Yep, I'm definitely likin' this!)

Once they passed the hallway inside, Mitzi stopped and gawked. "Damn, Ari, Jean (Ari's mom) said ya had a nice place, but this is fuckin' awesome!" The open-plan living area's ceiling was 15 feet at the peak with drop-down lights and two ceiling fans. Granite tiles covered the spacious kitchen floor, with a granite top island separating the two areas.

Ari smiled proudly "Yeah, pretty nice, ain't it? When th' people listed it with our company, I came out t' check th' place an' fell in love with it. They were an older couple who'd just retired an' wanted t' get rid of it quick so they could move back east where their kids and grandkids lived. My boss bought it fer a helluva price an' I snatched it up b'fore anybody else saw it. I was able t' give a good down payment with some cash leftover from my college funds, so now I'm a homeowner. Well, me an' th' bank, at least fer 10 more years!"

After letting Mitzi look around for a minute, Ari interrupted her. "Hon, I want ya t' feel free t' explore. I already buried th' bodies so I ain't got nothin' t' hide. But now, let's get ya settled in yer room. I'm sure yer ready t' change into somethin' more comfy." Mitzi chuckled "Yeah, ya got that right." She followed Ari back to the middle bedroom, where Ari heaved the suitcase up onto the queen-sized bed. Pointing across the room, Ari said "Okay, there's a full bath over there. Ya got a dresser an' a walk-in closet, so there oughta be plenty o' room when th' rest o' yer stuff gets here. Go ahead an' get changed, an' I'll go mix us a coupla drinks."

Mitzi grinned "Thanks, Ari. It's perfect. But here, I got ya somethin'." She opened her carry-on and handed Ari the bottle of whiskey. Ari squealed "Ooh, Jack Daniels Black. Aw, ya shouldn't have, but thanks!" Holding the bottle, she hugged Mitzi's shoulder with her other arm. "Mitzi, I really can't tell ya how good it is t' have ya here. I've missed ya, an' I gotta admit, it's been awful lonely 'round here since...Kathy got killed." Mitzi smiled and wiped away the single tear that slid down Ari's cheek. "It's okay, sugar. I'm here now, so ya got an ear t' bend anytime. I ain't goin' nowhere."

In a move that shocked Mitzi, Ari leaned down and placed a sweet, gentle kiss on her lips, then quickly left, closing the door. Mitzi sat down heavily on the edge of the bed, not believing how incredibly turned on that simple kiss had made her feel. The girls had always been affectionate with each other while growing up, but their kisses had

never

made her feel the way she felt now. That kiss strengthened her resolve in her 'plan'.

(I don't know when or how, but I'm gonna get that gal t' teach me what it's like t' make love with a woman!)

Mitzi stood and shed the simple blouse she'd worn. The sports bra was next, and Mitzi sighed when she massaged her tits, glad to be rid of that constrictive covering. Her sneakers and baggy jeans followed, and Mitzi giggled as the cool air hit her thong. She went to the bathroom, wetting a washcloth to wipe away her travel grime and cool her burning skin. Opening her suitcase, she dressed in what she hoped would entice Ari in helping to execute her 'plan'. She checked her makeup in the dresser mirror, putting a fresh gloss coating on her lips. Taking a few deep breaths, she prepared to step out into her new world.

Ari stood at the kitchen counter, mixing whiskey and Coke in two large glasses filled with ice. She had a confused look on her face.

(Me an' Mitzi have always been close, but why th' hell did it make me so damn horny when I kissed her just now? Man, I can't think that way! Mitzi's like my little sister...my straight little sister. Shit, what am I gonna do?)

Shaking her head to clear the thoughts, she put the drinks on the coffee table in front of the couch. She sipped her drink to soothe her nerves, wondering about the strange change that had just happened. Sitting on the couch, she stared out at the backyard through the glass patio doors, focusing on nothing, trying to calm herself. When she heard the bedroom door open, she turned to look. Her eyes opened wide and she was thankful she was sitting down.

Mitzi was wearing some dark blue terrycloth shorts and a cropped, pale yellow tee shirt that barely covered her 32C boobs. Her breasts bounced when she sauntered over to the couch, erect nipples proudly jutting straight out. The tee shirt gave Ari a tantalizing view of her underboob and the tiny shorts struggled to contain her adorable butt cheeks. Ari licked her lips, praying that saliva didn't drip from her gaping mouth. She blurted "Holy shit, Batgirl! Ya was always pretty, but now that yer growed up, yer fuckin' gorgeous!"

Mitzi giggled and blushed "Aw, thanks, Ari." She sat down on the couch, trying to act oblivious to the reaction she'd received.

(Success!)

Her boobs gave a delightful jiggle when she plopped down on the couch. Ari handed her one of the drinks, they clinked their glasses together, and Ari toasted "Here's to us finally bein' back t'gether again". Mitzi took a large sip, grimacing as the liquor burned its way down her throat. "Oh man, I needed that. It's been a looong day."