If you want to find a quickie story, this might be what you're looking for. Anyway, thanks for taking a look. This is my first post in this section; I've posted in the romance section previously. Alright, let's get this out of the way at the beginning. I'm not a professional writer, so I'm sure there are errors and mistakes in the text. Please get in touch with me using the send instant feedback feature under the contact author with your comments and suggestions. Yes, I'd like to find an editor who can assist me. Otherwise, please leave a comment about the story at the end. I look forward to hearing from you either way. And why, yes, of course, everyone in this fantasy is well past the age of consent. I hope you enjoy this short tale. Could there be more to cum? Maybe.
Halloween is two weeks away as this tale opens. And as everyone knows, this is when Witches, Warlocks, and Bitches come out to play. Along with others, like Wizards and the Undead.
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I was sitting on my usual bar stool at our neighborhood bar, enjoying a cold after-work draft beer. As usual, I was lost in my dreams. When I graduated from college a few years ago, I knew that the world was my oyster. All I needed to do was to find the pearl. Well, for damm sure, I've eaten a lot of oysters, but I haven't found a pearl yet.
As I finished my first beer of the evening, the Bobbsey twins bounced in. The two of them were inseparable, almost like Siamese twins. I'd given up trying to get close to Callie, the taller of the twosome. When I had struck up a conversation with Callie, Amy jumped in and shut everything down. They both would protect each other, and no guy here had ever even gotten to bat with either one of them. Sure, I'd buy them a beer and wish they would go on to the next guy sitting at the bar. All of us guys knew the drill. Buy the twosome a beer, and they'd be off to tease someone else. I guess back in college, they would have had the rep of being major league cock teasers. Now, they were just harmless flirts and a bit of a pain in the ass. And like most of us regulars here, we were all stuck in the mud doing a meaningless job that was going nowhere fast. One way or another, we were frustrated and perpetually horney.
Amy, who never walked, bounced up to where I was camped out. "Hey Zac, in case you haven't looked at the calendar lately, Halloween is about two weeks away. So? Are you going to pick up your magic staff, doff your tall wizard's hat, and threaten to call down rain on those who fail to buy you a beer?"
That comment earned a chuckle from me. "Amy? When was the last time you bought anyone a beer here? Does never hit a nerve."
"Zac," Callie purred as she jumped into the conversation. "It's not our fault that all you guys keep buying us beer. Hoping you can get in our panties. You clowns just ain't bought enough beer, at least not yet." With that tossed out, the twins eyed another victim and wandered off.
The night before Halloween, a cold front blew into town with the usual winds and a huge thunderstorm. The lighting from the storm put on a spectacular show up in the clouds. This storm certainly was one of the more amazing storms of the season. I stood outside on the deck behind my house for a brief moment before the rain started in earnest. A huge bolt of lightning crashed down nearby, followed by a chilly gust of wind. As I looked to the west, the clouds opened, and another bolt of lightning reached out to find the ground. That bolt of lightning gave me a shiver as the thunder rolled about. Then, the rain began in earnest, and I retreated to the safety of my house. It was amazing seeing and hearing the storm roll in from the west. But I had to get my staff and hat ready for the Halloween party tomorrow night.
Halloween fell on a Saturday this year. And to make things better, on the last Saturday of the month, our neighborhood bar was famous for doing an all-you-can-eat fish fry on the patio outside. Of course, there was a charge to go out on the patio. But the upside was endless fried fish and,,, yes, most importantly, a bottomless keg of beer. All the regulars knew the deal. The patio could only hold 200 people. If there were more than that on the patio, the fire marshal would get tacky. And there is nothing worse than a tacky fire marshal. He's been known to shut down parties that had too many people in one place.
At sunset, the patio opened and quickly filled to capacity. Luckily, I was there early. So, I was one of the first folks to get out on the patio to grab a beer. Everyone knew me from my usual wizard's hat and staff. Of course, the Bobbsey twins made their appearance this year wearing matching costumes as maids. They just had to come over to where I was standing. Standing off to the side, I became absorbed in the majesty of the reflected moonlight on clouds in the western sky and enjoyed a quiet moment. "Oh great, and all powerful wizard, please tell us what you see in the skies for us." One of them called out between giggles and chuckles.