Witching Hours

Witching Hours
Chapter 2
By Gunwild

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As was part of her routine, Irma drew herself a bath in the morning instead of starting a shower. This time, though, it might not have been such a good idea. She was so tired that she felt herself slipping lower and lower in the tub, thinking indistinctly that warm water was a lot like warm blankets, and probably wouldn’t be any harder to fall asleep in.

Of course, good with water or not, she could also drown that way, which wouldn’t do. So Irma cut the bath short, whimpered with the chill of climbing out naked and drippy, and fantasized that maybe it had finally started snowing and there would be some kind of storm to keep her out of school. Naturally, that wasn’t going to happen, given that there was nothing heavy forecasted.

The first snow had indeed hit, but all that meant was that she’d need to walk through it to the Sheffield Institute, having to repeatedly pull her hat down over her ears so they didn’t freeze off. She was getting too big for her favorite jacket from the previous year, too. *You’d think being this fat would make me feel less cold,* she thought sadly, shoving her hands in her pockets to keep them from freezing off. Sure, people told her it would go away when she got taller. But she’d been waiting for that to happen for years.

As she walked, the snow got worse. Of course it wasn’t just there to cause her trouble, and of course it was snowing for everyone. But Irma didn’t see them walking around in it. In fact, there weren’t many cars on the street, either.

A familiar voice spoke at her over the purr of an engine. “Going my way, miss?”

She looked. Will had pulled up right onto the curb a few paces behind her, perched on her shiny new motor scooter with a lopsided smile on her face. The old steel army helmet she was wearing for safety’s sake pushed her hair down, but the parts that weren’t hidden had a windswept look that suggested she’d taken the highway across town for the fun of going fast.

The way she had one hand hanging lazily over her hip and an easy, leaned-back position on the seat reminded Irma of a cowboy in the saddle. Will was no bronco-busting rancher, to be sure, but she had been more assured and easygoing of late. That, combined with her grades getting better all the time, was enough to make Irma quite jealous.

Oh, sure Will was her dear friend and she wanted only the best for her. But she wouldn’t be a teenage girl if she couldn’t also harbor some envy.

“Er, howdy,” Irma offered. The muffled but definite humming of the Vespa made the ground quake under her.

Will inclined her helmeted head. “So? Aren’t you going to hop on?” She reached behind herself, grabbed a second helmet and dangled it by the straps in front of Irma, who blinked.

“Uh, sure! Let’s ride!”

“Good. C’mon.”

Will actually started driving before Irma had clipped the head protector on all the way, but not so fast that Irma couldn’t grip her middle first to keep from falling off.

The cold wind did bother her eyes, but she couldn’t keep herself from smiling. Will didn’t speed, but did turn with a good deal of agility, and on the empty streets she never had to slow down as she went.

It sort of reminded Irma of riding a merry-go-round. If she shut her eyes she could imagine that instead of riding to school she was a little kid again, playing in the park. It was a nice dream. She relaxed, rested her head, then sat up quickly, nearly letting go of Will’s back.

“Sorry.” She had placed her cheek on Will’s back. She hadn’t meant to.

“’S okay.” Being seated behind her, Irma couldn’t see her friend’s face, but for some reason got the impression that she was smiling. *Aw, great. Now she thinks I’m a narcoleptic doofus.* In mid-yawn, she felt Will pull over to the side of the road and turn off the engine. “We’re here.”

This wasn’t her usual entrance to the school. It was the one with parking. There was snow coming down so hard – big, fluffy white flakes of it – that the glass-paned doors were frosted over. After fetching her book bag from inside the seat compartment, Will tried pulling the handle. It stayed in place.

“Huh.” She blinked, and then walked back to her ride. Irma watched with interest. “What’s up?”

“Door’s locked.” The girl fished the key out of her pocket, reactivated the engine and turned up the fiberglass knob for the radio. The poor weather made the signal crackly, but the words were understandable.

“*… sudden severe storm warning for the greater Heatherfield area including suburbs and villages. All weather-restricted roads are closed and a driving ban is in effect, and we have the following closings to report: Bencroft Academy is closed, Bullworth Academy is closed, all Heatherfield Public schools are all closed, James K. Polk Middle School is closed, John Hughes High has a one hour delay, the Larry Storch School of Internet Writing is closed, Lilian Girls’ School is closed, MacGuffin University is closed but faculty should report, Sheffield Institute is closed, the…*”

She flicked the radio off. “Huh. Guess this snow is going to get worse.” Looking over her shoulder, she gestured to the seat again. “C’mon, we’ll go to my house. It’s closer.”

“Can I sleep there?” her friend asked hopefully.

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Irma thought it was weird that Will knocked on her own door instead of using a key, but it turned out her mom was home because of the closed roads. In fact, Susan looked very happy to see Will come home instead of being at school. She looked quite lovely today, and Irma found herself rather impressed by the boldness of the silk robe she was wearing. She seemed to have contracted Will’s new easygoing temperament, too. *What’s good for the goose is good for the, uh, other goose, I guess.*

Susan was happy to let Irma sack out on her bed while Will and she went to do whatever it was that a close mother and daughter did, leaving their guest to dream. The Guardian of Water often had very good dreams.

For all her boy-crazy actions, she didn’t have particularly well-defined sexual fantasies. A lot of the time they were just about the sensations of water rushing or rubbing against her, or even pleasant sensations from the hands of indistinct figures. On a cold day like today, her mind let her have these thoughts to keep her warm. And it worked.

In her sleep, her hand walked itself across her thighs and started rubbing gently against the outside of her pants. It wasn’t a voluntary action, or even a practiced one, just what she did naturally. Turning without waking, Irma rubbed a bit harder, drawing a moan out of herself. Eventually, after minutes of this, a wet spot developed right through her jeans. Something in her mind took this as a sign to poke instead of rub, so she started pushing with her fingers, even scratching, and groaned while shaking her head, on the verge of waking herself up.

“Oops.”

She didn’t come around too slowly. It wasn’t a big leap into consciousness. Still, it took Irma a few seconds to remember where she was, figure out what she’d been doing, and realize that Will was standing at the end of the bed holding a sandwich and drink and blushing hard.

She yelped.

“Sorry!” Will stepped back, recalled that she hadn’t left the food she’d brought, moved to put it down, thought Irma might not want it and took a step back, rethought that and took a step forward, then looked around for a good place to put it other than in Irma’s hands, and finally peeped, “I didn’t mean to, uh, wake you!”

“Oh, man,” Irma breathed, embarrassed. “What was I even doing? I was asleep!”

Will didn’t meet her eyes. “You were, uh, you know – well, it’s not like I blame you, and, hey, it’s not like it’s something other people don’t, er… I’ll shut up.” She cast a quick glance back at Irma and noticed that she’d hidden rather completely under the blanket. “Um, I can leave, if you like, it… ehh…”

To Will’s amazement, Irma could be heard crying.

“Um, it’s not that bad. You’re under the covers. I didn’t see anything.”

“But Will,” she mumbled back, muffled by said covers. “I never do that. I don’t even know *how* to do it. And now you think I do that kind of stuff all the time like a perv. Which I might be!” Looking rather like a kid’s formless costume of a ghost, Irma hung her sheet-covered head. “I’m really sorry. I’m gonna go walk home.”

“No you’re not,” Will said rather firmly. “It’s still windy and the roads are closed. Although it did stop snowing as soon as you fell asleep. Powers responding to you being tired and pent-up, maybe?”

Irma shifted under the blanket. “Oh, great. Now I’m a pervert who’s causing blizzards. I suck.”

Will sighed. Putting the snack down on the floor, she pulled up the edge of the comforter, stuck her head inside and then crawled onto the bed as well. It was very dark, but she was pretty sure she was almost face-to-face with Irma. There was the slight, familiar smell of an excited girl, but Will tried to put the desire that stirred in her out of mind. “You don’t suck. You just have a problem.”

“Yeah, the problem is that I suck.”

“No. Your problem is that you don’t get off.”

There was an audible change in Irma’s breathing. “Kind of forward, there?”

“Don’t give me that. It’s true. People need that kind of release. You don’t mean to tell me you never masturbate?”

“No!”

“Why not?”

“Because it – because I – wait, do you?”

Will wasn’t going to mention why she hadn’t needed to lately, and so nodded, causing their hideout to shift over their heads. “Well, yes.”

“Oh.”

“It’s really nothing to be ashamed of. I mean, it’s private, but it’s not evil. Is that what you think?”

“Not really. Just, uh, dirty. You know.”

“Who told you that?”

“Nobody told me.”

“That might be the problem.” Will exhaled noisily, patted Irma on the shoulder. “So… do you do that in your sleep a lot?”

Irma balked. “No way!” This wasn’t entirely the case. “Or… not that I know of. I have dreams like that, but I don’t always, er…”

“Masturbate.”

“… right.”

“You, um…. you really should. It’s fun.” Now Will was feeling some trepidation too, as if this was a road it might be dangerous to go down. There were indeed people who thought touching yourself was the height of sin, and she didn’t want to take the risk of offending her close friend and scaring her off for good, membership on the same team of magical defenders of reality notwithstanding. But still. “Do you want to know how I do it?”

Irma didn’t talk for a long moment. Will couldn’t even hear her draw a breath. “I… guess,” she said finally.

“Umm…” Will clenched her jaw to think. This was certainly not what she’d expected to be doing when she’d invited Irma to come on over to avoid some poor weather. “… I guess the most important thing is to be comfortable. I get in my bed for it a lot of the time, and I like to be naked. I just sort of lie down.” She demonstrated by arranging herself on the bed next to Irma, still under the covers, but closing her eyes. It wasn’t easy to do, but she pressed on. “It’s good to use some sheets that feel really nice against your skin. Smooth ones. Kind of smooth like somebody else’s skin. Uh, I suppose. And then you just start touching.”

Irma lay down too, folding her hands behind her head and still feeling the tingle in her underpants. It seemed to not be going away at all. “Doesn’t it feel funny?”

“Of course. But it’s like when you were little and you’d ride a horse or a bike or, uh…”

“A carousel?”

“Sure. It gives you this nice rubbing sensation between your legs, and you can just keep rubbing and rubbing and it only gets better. Pretty soon it gets wet, and you rub deeper.”

*Deeper.* Of course Irma had stuck a finger in there once or twice for exploratory purposes. And she’d cleaned herself harder than she had to, as one did. But even though she lusted after plenty of boys, had looked at porn more than most girls her age and had total control over the most sensual of elements, she’d always been too chicken to take it all the way. *I really do suck.* “I… I’m gonna try it.”

“Now?”

Irma jolted. “No! I wouldn’t do that in front of you!”

“Oh. Of course not!” Will laughed a little too hard. “I was just wondering, since sometimes it’s hard to stop once you’ve started. And you did, you know, start.”

“I know.” Irma buried her face in her palms, then pulled the right one away since she knew what it had been up to. It even smelled funny. It fell on Will’s arm, and her friend kindly took it in her own hand.

“You can. It’s okay.”

“But this is your mom’s bed.”

“Believe me, she won’t care. She does… a lot of stuff like that. If anybody in this house is perverted, it’s her.” She laughed about it. “It’s pretty great, actually. If anybody should be giving you tips on getting yourself off, it’s her.”

Despite the reassurance that it might bring to have an adult (and a mother figure) talk with her about this, Irma was only too happy to believe Will that she could do this. “I guess I can.” For whatever reason, she did not want to let go of Will’s hand. She was not even sure she wanted her to leave the room, if she was going to try this thing out.

From next to her, Will could be heard cracking the fingers of her right hand. As if she knew what Irma was thinking, she brought her mouth close to her friend’s ear. “Can I stay?”

“What?”

“I’ll do it, too. We can together.”

Irma didn’t have trouble deciding. Not when it was her supportive best friend she was thinking about. She squeezed Will’s fingers. “Okay.”

They started quietly. Irma had more anxiety over it, but didn’t feel as bad as the hot sensation began to spread through her body. It *was* pleasant, she had to confess that. It made her shut her eyes again, and the only thing that told her she wasn’t enjoying another wet dream was the persistent stress of Will’s hand on hers, which she returned. “When you’re ready, move your hand into your underwear,” Will advised her.

She bit her lip, but nodded. “Okay.”

The panties she’d put on this morning were incredibly damp. Even though she’d had that sort of achy dream before, Irma had never been so… gushy. It almost felt like she’d peed herself, but that certainly wasn’t how it smelled.

“Sometimes,” Will told her, right into her ear, “I like to pull my underwear so it goes between, you know what I mean?” She was so close by that her warm breath tickled Irma’s cheek. She only nodded. With her soaked panties twisted together, it was easy to pull them up towards her navel, which tingled so intensely she had to slow herself down so as not to become overwhelmed. “Does it feel good?”

“Yeah.”

“Then you’re doing fine.” Will was still breathing on her, and Irma knew she should have been more worried about it, but wasn’t in the slightest. And when Will let go of her hand and began to rub her side tauntingly, she only barely questioned the motives or the goals her friend might have. She could see where this was going, and was surprised to find that she wanted it to go there.

Rather badly, in fact. “Could you help me, Will?”

There was a happy but stifled noise from Will, who hugged Irma tightly, still petting her curves and sighing gently onto her face and neck. “I’d really like to.”

“I really want you to.” Irma felt that massaging hand wander over to her pants and unbutton them. She bit her own lip, then put her hands to the task of opening up Will’s pants. As she felt Will sneak a finger inside the waistband of her undies, she spoke. “Wait.”

“Huh?” Will’s voice was tremulous and worried. “I don’t have to, if you don’t want to.”

“No, it’s not that.” She wondered if this was going to make her sound like an idiot. “Could you kiss me first?” Irma didn’t stop speaking, so as not to give Will a chance to cut her off. “I mean, just a little one, so it’s not – I just don’t want to do this without one…”

She did get cut off when Will pulled close by her pants and pressed their mouths together. It was by no means a little kiss, and it had the slightest taste of tongue when Will flicked hers between their lips, at the same time as she finally stuck her hand on the inside of Irma’s panties. She was deft, and knew where to go much better than Irma herself did. This started with two fingers tracing the outside of her slit so lightly she barely knew they were there, except for the constant tickle and the way it made her drip. It got better when Will found her most vulnerable spot and gave it small prods, causing Irma to twist her hips, half trying to get away and half trying to get closer. “… That kind of hurts.”

“I know. It gets better, though.” Will used her free hand to press Irma’s to her crotch, which was quite unclothed. At some point she’d gotten her pants off without Irma knowing. “Feel.”

She had to be guided to the spot, but when Irma found the hot button she noticed that instead of tense jerks, Will responded to being touched there with soft, approving noises, and a bevy of soft kisses that made Irma blush. She was enjoying being kissed by a girl a lot more than she thought she would, but that was only something to be happy about, so she kissed back, and soon they were enmeshed in Irma’s first make out session.

“You’re going to like this,” Will told her, trying not to let the glee make her talk differently. They stayed mostly under the covers where it was warm, pulling off each other’s clothes and rolling about like the playful children they were. Around the time Irma’s Karmilla t-shirt came off she found that Will had started using her mouth for other things than to kiss. She was putting little bites on the back of her friend’s neck, which felt much nicer than she’d expected.

*It hurts, but it’s not really painful,* she reflected, not thinking that made sense, but knowing it to be quite true. She twisted her shoulders, sniffed the back of Will’s clean-smelling head, and then tried biting, too.

“Owch!”

“Gah!” She pulled back. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do it like that.” Evidently one had to be quite tender to avoid hurting the object of their affections.

But Will was laughing it off. She made a movement that put the now-naked Irma on her back, then set herself down on top of her. That much naked skin had never touched Irma before, and it was surprising how normal – and good – it felt. “You’re feisty,” Will taunted.

“Uh… thanks?”

“Plus,” Will winked in the semidarkness, gripping her butt “You’re built pretty nice.”

Out of convention Irma felt immediately uncomfortable with herself. Up until now she hadn’t been comparing, but of course she was bigger than Will, not in as good shape, and now she felt like covering up and not being seen or felt. Which was quite at odds with the continuing, deepening ache inside her. “Don’t say that.”

“Come on, it’s true.”

“No it’s not, I eat too much, and you’re all…”

“Will doesn’t eat enough,” another voice cut in.

Will was the one who pulled the sheet off from over their heads and stared at the door. “Um, mom!”

Irma covered her eyes, as though her not being able to see would somehow stop Ms. Vandom from seeing. “Oh, no! This is so not what it looks like!”

“Really?” Susan was leaning against the doorframe, smiling and crossing her arms. “Because it looks like you’re having a good, naked time with my daughter in here.”

“Ack,” Irma responded. She peeked from between her fingers, quite unable to speak. That robe was open to show some fancy, rather transparent unmentionables on Ms. Vandom’s toned form. “Um. Ack.”

“Don’t worry,” said Susan, inexplicably coming closer instead of waking away. Irma crossed her arms too, trying to cover her nakedness, although Will, who was sitting on top of her and a good deal more exposed, did not do the same. “With all those life-and-death situations you both get into I’d be offended if you *didn’t* get close somehow or another.”

That took a moment to puzzle out, and then Irma did a triple-take at Will’s bashful face. “You *told* your *mom*?!”

Will shrugged. “I had to. I love her.”

Irma smacked her own face, then realized this left her breasts bared and covered up again. “Oh, man, geez, I mean really… I suck.”

“If you’re going to be fooling around with my daughter, you should have some self-esteem. No bringing her down, now. You want me to leave so you two can carry on?”

Irma said nothing, too disconcerted to speak, but Will said “Nah, I think she needs a pep talk.”

“Oh?” Susan put a hand on her chin thoughtfully. “Well, for one thing, she needs to be prouder of her cute ass.”

Even the inexperienced Irma knew that it was not normal for your friend’s mother to walk in on you both in the nude and start complimenting your ass. Still, it wasn’t in her to, say, get up and run away, especially not while the instinct to go farther was still so strong. Maybe this could be diffused. “I… I will, I was just saying Will is prettier, so…”

“Oh, please. Will’s hot, but she’s thinner than she should be.” Susan flounced her shiny hair, bent over her own bed and smiled, and for a moment she looked very much like her daughter, at least in mannerism. “*You* have a real figure coming in right now. Wider, sexier hips than all your friends, beautiful round butt. You’re so humble you don’t know how jealous they are, though.”

“Umm…” Irma stammered, not sure if she liked being… what, hit on? It was certainly nice to get this kind of attention from an older woman, even if – hey, maybe *especially* if she was barely dressed – but it was certainly bizarre.

*Then again, I cause snowstorms with my bad moods and have wings that appear on my back. Who am I to say what’s normal?*

With as much swiftness as her daughter had, Susan put her lips on Irma’s. It was a much shorter kiss, but wet enough that Irma knew it wasn’t sexless. It was starting to annoy her how turned on she was now, with the naked teen on top of her and the hot older lady sucking her lower lip. This was all so unexpected. But, as she knew while she stroked her legs against each other frantically, she also desperately wanted it.

“Aw, look – she does have a libido,” Susan observed, winking at her daughter’s new lover and causing her to redden. “That’s what I mean, You have healthy appetites. In fact – Will?”

“Hm?” asked Will, who was all too calm about what was going on, and had just started fondling that sensitive nub on Irma again, making her fidget.

“This,” her mother stated, pointing downward, “Is delicious healthy girl. You must eat it.”

Irma had no idea what that meant, but apparently Will did, because she beamed and looped some her hair behind her ear, then knelt.

At this point, Irma got her third new kind of kiss of the day. It was right where she was weakest, and had a whole lot of tongue involved. It was so hard that she moaned near to the point of screaming, and gripped Will’s ears in shock. She hadn’t *known* about this. Sure, she knew what oral sex was, but they didn’t mention in health class that it was for anyone other than boys. “Oh, no, no, that – ahh!”

“Got her,” said Susan admiringly. She had dropped a hand to her breasts and begun rubbing one, then the other, so that the nipples peeked out of their cups. It was positively deviant to take so much pleasure in seeing your daughter make a sexual conquest like this, causing her cute little friend with the appealing butt to squirm and grunt, but it was also a whole lot of fun. And it was getting her in quite the state. She elected to sit back in the nearby reading chair and continue fingering circles around her own breasts, imagining herself in the place of Will, then Irma, and then what she might do if and when she could participate, too.

Will’s style was to plant tiny kisses all over her friend’s girlhood, rub her nose in the tiny bit of hair nearby, and then drive her tongue rather deeply into Irma’s depths before sucking her clit. The regimen was actually taking more out of Irma than Will, since until today she’d never even played with herself properly.

“Will, I’m – ow! Ow ow ow! What…?”

It was hard for the two women in the know not to laugh while Irma gripped the sheets hard, screaming and with both eyes tearing up while she came and drenched Will’s mouth and nose. Will actually had to pull back and wipe her face on her arm while her friend convulsed and panted, trying to meet her eyes for something like an explanation.

She didn’t really know what to say. “Was that your first orgasm?”

“Uh,” Irma uh’d weakly by way of explanation.

“Feel good?”

“Uhhm.” Her blue-green eyes were a bit glassy, but she had Will fixed with a very warm gaze that she recognized as a look of closeness. It made her want to hug her friend once more, but before she could manage that her mother put a hand on her shoulder and pulled her sideways.

Susan sucked the taste of cum out of her child’s mouth hard and quickly, which Made Will shake a little since she herself hadn’t been seen to in a while. The grinning mother pulled back, touching her lips and looking somewhat guilty. “Sorry. Couldn’t help myself.”

Though that spirit-shaking orgasm had certainly drained her, Irma perked up immediately upon seeing the passionate kiss that passed between her friend and her friend’s mom. *Holy crap. No wonder they’ve been in such a good mood recently. They’re probably doing it every day.* Given her enjoyment of her own climax, she could hardly blame them. “Whoa.”

Will gave her a poke, grinned at how hard Irma’s nipples were, how red her chest, how fast she was still breathing. “Huh. I think she liked seeing that.”

“Did you?” Susan asked, her large excited nipples still riding above the lace of her bra. “I don’t need to be here.”

Taking a note from her new partners, Irma only responded by putting a kiss on Susan’s wide, adult mouth.

TO BE CONTINUED

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(This fanfiction was not produced for profit, and without the permission of Disney, its subsidiaries or other authorities of W.I.T.C.H. trademarks and indicia. Apologies to Ms. Gnome. [Gunwild@mail2world.com])