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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- MORTAL BELOVED (ff-teens, rom, inc, sitcom-parody) by Sigma (spenguin@ecn.ab.ca) *** Sabrina Spellman was, to all outside observers, a run- of-the-mill teenager, with all the concerns and problems thereof. She was a prettier-than-average blonde, of average height and weight, who was popular at school. She had many friends, one boyfriend, one best friend, and--like all those who were destined for success--an archenemy. She was beloved by all her teachers, save one: the vice-principal, who was leery--perhaps even jealous--of her good humour and smiling face. She lived with her two eccentric aunts--Hilda and Zelda- -in a beautiful home near the school, and had as a constant companion a gorgeous, albeit cynical and untrustworthy, black cat named Salem. She was neither wanting for wealth nor saving pennies, and her two aunts provided love and kindness enough for an adolescent girl. Yet, this day, despite all her blessings, Sabrina Spellman was troubled. And also, despite her blessings, she had much that could and would trouble her. For one thing, she was a teenaged girl, so obviously she could be troubled by such things as her image and her public reputation. She could be worried about her schoolwork and the balance between it, her chores at home, and her boyfriend. Her future could also be in doubt. But no, she was not worried about anything scholastic. She took her schoolwork and chores quite seriously, and had never failed a single exam, or assignment. Her grades were all above-average to outstanding, and she and her boyfriend Harvey spent as much time together as possible without it affecting their scholastic endeavours... much. She was quite pleased with her looks, and exercised regularly to keep her body trim and fit. She was involved in extra-curricular activities such as the school newspaper, so she could not be anxious about that. Could it be, then, that her home life was vexing her, even though she and her aunts had a solid relationship based on mutual trust, respect, and love? Perhaps, for there is one thing that has yet to be revealed about Sabrina Spellman, and that is the fact that she is a witch. And so are her aunts. And her cat. And whomever happens to be on the other side of the transdimensional linen closet upstairs. Sabrina was sent to her aunts to learn all about being a witch. She currently possesses a learner's license for major spellcasting, and when she turns eighteen, is eligible to test for her witch's license. Her cat is a former witch who masterminded an unsuccessful plot to conquer the world. His sentence was to live out the next hundred years as a cat under the supervision of the Spellman aunts. The linen closet mentioned earlier is their access to the realm of magic, witchery, and other things spooky. But no, Sabrina was comfortable with her dual nature, enough to keep going to school and concealing her witch nature from mortals, including her boyfriend, and her best friend. And therein lay the problem. Sabrina was growing tired of concealing her identity from the people she loved most. Sure, it was fine for most people, but she hated the idea of keeping something like this from Harvey and Jenny. She knew she could trust them not to tell anyone, and it would take a huge load of her shoulders if she could just tell SOMEBODY about her being a witch. But what would they say? How would Harvey react to the news? How would Jenny? Ever since she moved here, Jenny had been with her, introducing her to all that the city had to offer, all the people she would be going to school with, and all that a friend could offer. Jenny was one of the only people Sabrina knew who MIGHT not freak out at the news and ostracize her-- or worse, stone her. And therein lay the second problem, the other thing with which Sabrina was burdened. Jenny. Sabrina couldn't explain it, except to say that something was missing when she and Jenny were together. Not that being with Jenny took something away from Sabrina, but that a piece of the whole was missing. Sabrina knew that she couldn't tell Jenny her secret until this problem was resolved. And the only way it could be resolved was for her to spend more time with her best friend. * The week went by very slowly, too slowly for Sabrina, for she had so many things to do she usually skipped lunch, and when she could take a half hour for lunch, Jenny would be busy with other things. And their schedules after school prevented them from getting any closer than playing phone- or machine-tag. Well, at least she had Harvey to keep her company during lunch. But, being Harvey, he failed to understand why Sabrina wanted to get together with Jenny so much, even when she compared it to him wanting to see her all the time. Harvey eventually let it go when Sabrina likened it to wanting to play football all the time, but not being able to find the coach to tell him of your desire. Finally, Friday came around. Sabrina was overjoyed, for this weekend-- through some twist of fate, or perhaps it was an illness among the staff-- she had no homework, no newspaper assignment, not even a test to study for. She waited anxiously by her locker for Jenny after school, and when she finally showed up, it was two sisters separated at birth who made plans for a movie and a pizza at the Slicery that night. To Sabrina, Jenny looked fabulous that afternoon. Although Jenny was several inches taller, and just as thin as she was, Sabrina had always admired Jenny, and considered her the prettier of the pair. Coupled with a small chest and long, curly red hair, Jenny looked very much like a very, VERY tall little girl. Adorable. That evening, at home, Sabrina was having trouble deciding what to wear. Clad only in a thin chemise and panties, she rummaged through her closet, searching for something flashy yet practical, an outfit that would at the same time impress and be as comfortable as her own skin. "Salem, help me decide what to wear... and keep those eyes shut!" she demanded of the cat. "Well, I can hardly be expected to give fashion tips without seeing my model, can I?" he asked innocently, eyes still closed. "Nice try. But I want to look nice for Jenny. We haven't done anything together for, like, forever, so I want to make another good first impression. Oh wait, that didn't sound right..." "That sounds fine. I know exactly what you're talking about. Why, I remember once when I was trying to take over the world, a young woman wanted me to take her--" "Salem! Back to my problem, please." "Ahem, yes, right." He pondered a bit, still not peeking. "Well, the most obvious solution is right under your nose." "I can TALK my way out of this?" Sabrina asked skeptically. "No, silly. Magic!" He wiggled his paws suggestively. "After all, you ARE a witch, and a comely one at that." "Why didn't I think of that? Salem, thanks, I could kiss you." "Well, don't let my felinity stop you." She obliged him with a quick peck on the nose, then stood in front of her mirror. Zap! She was instantly garbed in a full-length evening gown with a daring bodice and long gloves. Her hair was coiffed into a loose bun and pinned with a golden clip. "Nope, too formal," she muttered, and dispelled it. "Can I open my eyes now?" Salem whined. "No!" "Well, shoot. I might as well go to sleep. Yes, a catnap sounds like a great idea. Wake me when you're done, would you?" Sabrina ignored him and tried again. Zap! A pair of faded, baggy jeans appeared, topped with a large t-shirt and a dusty ball cap. "Whoops, not formal enough." A third Zap! The jeans shrank to a snug fit, and the t- shirt molded itself into a tight red pullover. The cap flattened out and snaked into a black band that kept her ponytail in place. Checking quickly, she was pleased to discover that she'd remembered a bra. A thin one, granted, but at least it was there this time. It seemed practice DID make perfect after all. Surveying herself from all sides, she nudged Salem. "Perfect! Salem, wake up. What do you think?" "Well, pardon me for using such an obvious cliche, but rowr!" Before Sabrina could respond, the doorbell rang. She rushed down the stairs--almost tripping in her excitement--and flung the door wide, expecting to see an excited Jenny waiting to greet her with a great big hug. What she saw instead was a wet, pissed off Jenny, standing on the doorstep, her clothes and hair a dripping mess. "Jenny! What the heck happened?!" Sabrina cried. "This is what happens when machines go insane," she said by way of explanation. "I was on your block, just minding my own business, when suddenly, this street cleaning truck goes haywire, and starts spraying water all over the place. You know the house on the corner? They won't have to water their lawn or wash their windows for another twenty years." "That'd be old man Siegfried's place. Every time he's outside, he yells at any kid who happens to pass by his place. We all know to walk on the other side of the street now. I guess this is poetic justice, huh?" "I guess. Anyway, I'm sorry, but as much as I would like to continue this lovely conversation with you, Sabrina, I would much rather be dry, and clean. Can I borrow your shower?" As if she could say no. Sabrina led her best friend upstairs, and showed her to the bathroom. "Towels are in there, and I'll have your clothes for you when you get out." "Oh Sabrina, even in the dryer, they won't be dry enough to wear outside, especially at night." Sigh. "Maybe we should just call it a night and try this again some other time." Jenny dejectedly began to unbuckle her overalls. "No! We can't do that. We'll just... wait! I've got an idea... a, uh, cousin of mine left some clothes here the last time she visited, and they're still hanging in my closet. I think you're both about the same size." Sabrina hoped she could pull it off. Jenny pushed the waterlogged overalls down her long legs. When she straightened up, a little smile graced her face. "Great. I'll see you after the shower, then." Jenny closed the bathroom door, leaving Sabrina to wonder if her novice magic was up to this feat of spot- tailoring. She rushed into her bedroom, and whipped out a pair of her own overalls--Jenny rarely wore anything else--and a shirt. Taking into account Jenny's height and width, Sabrina lengthened the overalls, and modified the shirt so that it should fit her friend. Heaving a sigh of relief, and wiping the sweat from her brow, she flopped onto her bed to await Jenny. "So, Salem, what movie do you think should we see tonight?" Silence answered her. "Salem?" Again, silence. "Salem, where are you?" Dreading the answer, she was about to knock on the bathroom door to ask Jenny if she'd seen him, but then she hesitated. Jenny might think Sabrina a little weird for asking that question while she was showering, and besides, she was singing in there. Listening to Jenny's voice, Sabrina wondered where she had learned to sing so beautifully. She'd never sung at all in front of her, or any of her friends, before. Then, for no apparent reason, she wondered what Jenny looked like in the shower, naked. She wondered what her breasts looked like, all lathered up with soap, and the water washing that soap down, down over her hard, smooth belly, until it reached down into her crack, and then down her long, slender legs. Sabrina sighed as a tingle ran up and down her body. She shook herself out of the daydream, and realized that she was standing at the bathroom door with a hand poised to slip down her jeans, which had mysteriously unzipped themselves and begun massaging her legs. Then she noticed that the water was no longer running, and that Jenny had stopped singing. Hurriedly re-zipping, Sabrina dashed back to her room, and leap-dived onto her bed, just as the bathroom door opened. In walked a damp, but clean and smiling, Jenny, wrapped in a large, fluffy towel, and carrying a damp, but grinning, Salem in her hands. "Hey, Sabrina," Jenny said, "you ever shower with Salem?" "Uh, no, can't say I have." She fixed Salem with a quick glare. "Well, I highly recommend you try it out. Salem's a real good listener, and he's got a great ear for music. I think he was even humming what I was singing! Weren't you, Salem? Yes, you were, you cutie." Jenny kissed Salem on the nose, and released him to the floor. "Now, how about those clothes?" she asked, taking off the towel. "Salem, out! Now!" Sabrina cried, almost kicking a reluctant Salem out of the room with her foot. As an incentive to stay out, Sabrina popped him onto the living room couch with a violent Jean-Claude van Damme movie on the television. "Right on! Go, get 'em, Jean-Claude!" Salem cheered. The "muscles from Brussels" turned to him. "Be quiet, cat! I am trying to sneak up on these guys." "Right. Sorry," Salem whispered as van Damme went on sneaking. * Turning back after closing and locking the door, Sabrina found a nude Jenny reaching for the clothes on the bed. In profile, Jenny was a sight to behold. Her tall, slender body and her long smooth legs filled Sabrina with a welcome tingling in her body. Her small, high breasts eliminated the need for a bra, and the smooth skin of her taut belly ran unimpeded down between her legs. Sabrina almost stifled her gasp. Jenny turned to her friend. "What is it?" Sabrina found her eyes drawn to the point where Jenny's legs met. After a second of staring, she spoke. "Jenny, you're, uh... you... you don't... uh... you're shaved!" she managed to blurt. Jenny looked down at her hairless cunt, and ran her fingers through it. "Yeah, I've been shaving it for a couple of years now. I never really liked having all that hair there. How 'bout you?" Sabrina could only shake her head mutely. "Well, that's another thing you have to try. Oh, speaking of hair, I suppose I should dry my hair before anything else, huh? Do you have a hair dryer I can use?" "Uh, sure." Sabrina found a dryer, then cast a little spell on it. "Little dryer, heed this rhyme, dry her hair in record time." Jenny sat on the bed, still nude, and turned on the dryer. A great blast of air shot out of the machine, nearly taking Jenny's head off. Quickly, Jenny shut the thing off. Running a hand through her hair, she was surprised to find it dry. "Wow, I have got to get me one of these." She quickly brushed her hair, then put on the clothes Sabrina had laid out. The overalls fit perfectly, but the shirt was a bit short. "Oh, that's okay. I'll just show a little skin tonight, eh, Sabrina? "..." "Sabrina? Hey, Sabrina!" "Huh? Oh, yes, right. Gee whiz, look at the time. We'd better get going if we're going to make the movie." Sabrina quickly picked up her purse, and started rummaging through it to conceal her embarrassment. Jenny smiled at her friend. "Hey, relax, we've got plenty of time. The movie doesn't start until seven." Sabrina forced herself to breathe normally. "You're right. I guess we do have some time." They chatted about inconsequential things while Jenny finished dressing and headed downstairs to the kitchen for a quick snack before the movie. After all, they didn't want to spend too much money on popcorn and candy at the theatre. Especially with that "I Can't Believe It's Not Artificial Butter-flavoured, Synthetic Topping Substitute." A glass of juice and a handful of cookies later, the two friends were happily strolling down the street toward the bus stop. As she did every morning on her way to school, Sabrina reflexively crossed the street as she approached Old Man Siegfried's house. As Jenny had said, the place was flooded. An inch of water was covering the lawn, and small rivers ran from the grass across the sidewalk and over the curb. From there, it flowed unimpeded to the nearest sewer grate. After a short bus ride downtown, Sabrina and Jenny arrived at the theatre. As usual on a Friday night, there was a huge turnout in front of the ticket booth. They encountered some of their friends and chatted for a bit, before moving to the back of the long line. "Well," Sabrina said, "this gives us time to decide which movie to watch. What do you wanna see?" Jenny shrugged. "Whatever. I haven't seen any of them yet. Why don't you pick one?" "How about Alien Resurrection? Sigourney Weaver, kicking butt." "Sounds good." So it was that ten minutes later, they were inside the theatre, checking out new movie posters and the snack bar. "Usual seats?" asked Jenny. "Naturally. But first..." "The snacks! Here's two dollars. Get me some chocolate, and I'll go save us the seats." Sabrina bought a large chocolate bar for Jenny, a small bag of popcorn for herself, and a large drink for them to share. But, not two seconds after she paid for the snacks and was leaving the snack counter, she was stopped by a flip of dark hair and an arrogantly-amused "hmph." Sabrina was torn between ignoring it and joining Jenny in the theatre, and confronting Libby right then and there. Her indecision gave Libby the opportunity she needed to launch a snide remark. "Will wonders never cease? It seems freaks go to the movies too. I thought they just sat around doing freak things at home, alone, on Friday nights, like play parcheesi or do homework." Yes, Libby, Sabrina's archenemy. For some reason, the two had been at each other's throat since the day they first met, something Sabrina could never understand. Libby seemed to have it all: a sports car of her own; a football team that accompanied her everywhere and did everything she told them to; the exotic beauty that captivated boys and made authority figures more lenient; a basketball team that followed her around and did what she told them; a position as head of the school's cheerleading squad; popular friends; and, it seemed, a license to belittle those she disliked and treat them as so many insects. Cockroaches, at that. And right now, Sabrina felt like she was inside a roach motel. "Uh, hi, Libby! Going to see a movie?" Sabrina said nervously, then mentally kicked herself for being so foolish. Of course Libby was here to see a movie. She certainly wasn't here to bake brownies or borrow a book. This was, after all, a movie theatre. Thankfully, Libby missed the obvious jibe. "I really hope you're not here to see Titanic, starring that simply adorable Leonardo di Caprio. I would simply keel over and die if he were to see you in the same theatre as me, and make the movie suck for everyone." "Uh, no, I'm seeing the new Alien movie." Sabrina heaved a great mental sigh of relief. "Well, that movie is hardly new. I saw it nearly two months ago. It was all right, if you like that sort of thing, which--being a freak--you do. So, run along, Sabrina, and say hello to all your little weirdo friends. The grown-ups here have better things to do than chat with children." Sabrina merely forced a smile, and walked away, biting back the nasty spells she could use to zap Libby good. But, of course, that was not the purpose of witchcraft, despite what other witches did. At least, that's what her aunts kept telling her. She contented herself with a few choice, non-binding curses and wishing a little death on Libby, then went in to meet Jenny. The first preview was just starting when Sabrina found Jenny, sitting in her preferred seat, fourth row center, and handed her the popcorn. "What kept you?" the redhead whispered. "Run-in with Libby," Sabrina answered, also whispering. "That'll do it. Who won?" "I think she did. But I did silently wish her a lingering, painful death at the hands of another cheerleader. I believe the words 'pom pom,' 'orifice,' and 'probe' appeared in there somewhere. And not necessarily in that order." A hurried SHHH! from behind them forced them to enjoy the first half hour of the movie in silence. By that time, the two girls had munched half the popcorn and were down to the last few sips of pop. Sabrina constantly split her attention between the movie and her gorgeous friend, looking even more beautiful bathed in the dim light of the big screen. She hoped her nervousness wasn't visible. She felt as though she was on her first date with Harvey again, her stomach was fluttering so much. As she reached for the popcorn, her hand brushed Jenny's, and her heart raced. She paused to let Jenny grab some before she continued, but found that her hand would not obey her. She squirmed in her seat, trying to prevent Jenny from seeing a pair of small points appear on her chest. Damn that thin bra--or maybe her nipples were really strong--but there wasn't anything she could do about it right now. But then, Jenny reached into the bag once more, and again made contact with Sabrina's hand. This time, however, Jenny stopped and closed her soft hand over Sabrina's. "Hey, Sabrina, are you all right?" Jenny asked, still not taking her eyes from the action on the screen. "Y-y-yeah, I'm f-fine. I guess the movie's a bit s- scarier than I thought. I-I'll be okay." Sabrina crossed her legs. "It's okay, pal. We're in this together," Jenny said, and gave her friend's hand a gentle squeeze--a squeeze that was mimicked by Sabrina's tense thighs, as well as her hot pussy. She forced her attention back to the movie. Another irate SHHH! silenced the pair again. Soon, the popcorn was finished and Jenny had both hands clasping Sabrina's one hand, squeezing it reassuringly every couple of minutes. After a while of rapt movie-watching, Jenny released Sabrina's hand and turned to her. "Hey, Sabrina," she whispered. "What ever happened to that chocolate bar I asked you to get for me?" "Huh?" Sabrina started, blinked, then grimaced as realization dawned. "Oh no, I put it in my pocket so I could carry the other snacks! It's probably all melted by now." Especially since I've been squirming in my seat all night, thinking about you and trying to keep from cumming in my jeans, Sabrina added silently. She reached into her back pocket and pulled out a warm, gooey mess of mangled, half-melted chocolate, some of which was actually still inside its original wrapper. Sabrina apologized, as she handed it to Jenny. Jenny took what she could, then noticed quite a bit of chocolate still stained Sabrina's fingers. "Well, no sense letting all that chocolate go to waste," she said, and brought Sabrina's hand to her mouth. Extending her tongue, Jenny gently ran it the entire length of Sabrina's hand, erasing a sticky, chocolate-brown line with a moist, tingling, pink one as it passed. A shiver of pleasure ran up Sabrina's torso, causing her nipples to harden once again, revealing themselves fully against her otherwise sheer pullover. She felt her slit getting so wet, she was surprised the theatre seat was still dry. She placed the soda cup between her legs so she wouldn't give into the ever-increasing temptation to squeeze her thighs together--hard--until she came. But Jenny wasn't making it any easier on her. The redhead was not going to let a single bit of chocolate be wasted, even if it meant devouring every one of Sabrina's long fingers. Jenny was doing a hell of a job of arousing Sabrina, albeit unintentionally. Jenny was working on her friend's index finger now, swirling her tongue around and around the tip as if it were a small, thin cock, or a popsicle. Sabrina wondered, as she let out a soft whimper of desire, if her friend knew how she was affecting her. She couldn't hold out much longer. The cup between her thighs was crushed flat, and her puckered nipples were screaming to be touched, sucked, rubbed, bitten, whatever, just as long as they achieved the release they--along with her rigid clit--were currently being denied. Jenny finished the last of Sabrina's fingers, and took the sticky wrapper from her hand. "Thanks, pal," Jenny whispered as she casually tossed the wrapper under her seat, then returned to the movie, but not before giving Sabrina's knee a loving squeeze. Sabrina clutched the armrests of her seat, her knuckles white, as pleasurable spasms racked her pelvis. Her pussy, already damp from the near-constant contact with Jenny, pulsed in sheer ecstasy, sending electricity bouncing between her hard nipples and clitoris. The teenaged witch, distracted as she was by the orgasm ripping across her cunt and up and down her slit, failed to notice the invisibly-glowing sparks leaping from her lust-charged loins onto the movie screen. She also failed to notice the VERY visible flash from the mundane screen as the mystic sparks connected with it. A moment later, when Sabrina finally got herself under control, she apologized quickly to a stunned Jenny and bolted out of the theatre. Dashing into the ladies room, Sabrina locked herself into a stall and whipped off her jeans. Her panties followed quickly, just before Sabrina shoved two slender fingers into the hot, wet, pulsing tunnel of her sex. She bit down on the knuckles of her other hand to keep from crying out her sexual pleasure as she came again. "Sabrina?" Oh no! Jenny! Sabrina jammed her masturbating fingers into her mouth, and hurriedly sucked off her own juices, while her other hand frantically pulled on her jeans. Sabrina would never be able to face her friend if she were caught pleasuring herself in the ladies room of the movie theatre. Jenny would think she was some kind of nympho, or something. "Sabrina? You in here?" Jenny's voice was closer this time. Properly attired, Sabrina flushed the toilet and calmly walked out of the stall and headed for the sinks. "Hey, Jenny," she smiled to her friend, under control once more. "Sorry I ran out, but that soda went right through me. Couldn't help it. C'mon, we'll miss the rest of the movie if we don't hurry back." Sabrina walked briskly out of the restroom, hoping Jenny didn't make anything more out of the incident. How could she explain it to her best friend? How could she tell Jenny that her touch had turned the young witch on? That her cunt had gotten really wet on when Jenny had sucked and licked all the chocolate from her hand? That when her friend had squeezed her knee, she'd had a mind- blowing, movie screen-flashing orgasm? Jenny caught up with her a moment later, and without another word, they re-entered the theatre and watched the remainder of the movie. Sabrina wasn't sure what effects that flash would have on the innocent moviegoers, but they seemed to be doing okay right now. They were certainly quieter, and were staring intently at the large screen in front of them, but nothing more than that seemed to be happening. Afterwards, as the two girls were carried along on the river of fellow movie-goers, Sabrina realized with horror that she was not wearing any underwear! She must have forgotten them in her mad rush to dress when Jenny came in to get her! A quick trip to the bathroom resulted in disappointment. There was no underwear to be seen in the stall she had occupied earlier. So Sabrina was left without undergarments for the remainder of the evening, and they still had an appointment at the Slicery. Not only that, but Sabrina was still wet with arousal, and didn't know how long she could keep from touching herself. Nervously, Sabrina joined up with Jenny outside the washroom, and together the two friends headed to the local teenager hang-out joint. At this time of night, on this day of the week, it was jam-packed with teenagers and families having a good time together. The serving staff were all rushing to take orders, fill orders, and to make sure all the Slicery's patrons were taken care of. The kitchen staff were cranking out pizzas and other delicious foods as fast as their practiced hands would let them. The young witch looked around furtively, hoping no one in the tightly-packed eatery noticed that she had pleasured herself just recently. She avoided making eye contact with everyone, and tried not to look at Jenny too much, just in case she had another episode of uncontrolled lust. Blushing, Sabrina was certain everyone who looked at her could see what she had done. Jenny, sitting across from the petite blonde, noticed something was wrong immediately. "Sabrina, what is it?" the perky redhead asked, concerned that her best friend might be ill. Sabrina froze, thought quickly. "You know, Jenny, I don't feel all that great right now. Maybe we could postpone our dinner for another night? I'm really sorry." Jenny smiled, making Sabrina's heart pound. "Oh, that's okay. We wouldn't be really having fun if you're not up to it. We'll just reschedule, no big deal. Come on, I'll walk you home." "Thanks." Sabrina hugged her friend, pressing her tits against her friend's, hoping Jenny wouldn't notice her erect nipples. To her surprise, she felt two distinct hard points pressing into her chest--Jenny's nipples were hard! The little blonde's mind was a whirlwind of excitement, confusion, and arousal. Did Jenny feel the same way as she did? Maybe her friend was cold? Or maybe the movie had chilled her? Was she reading too much into this seemingly simple embrace? Was she reading too little? All these questions swirled around Sabrina's brain the entire way home. To top it all off, Jenny had taken hold of her hand on that last block, and squeezed it affectionately several times. The blonde witch was almost hyperventilating, she was so excited. But how could she find out for sure how Jenny felt about her? She couldn't very well just come right out and ask her ("hey Jenny, you wanna hump or what?"). At the Spellman's doorstep, the two embraced again, and this time, Sabrina could not feel Jenny's little buds. Nevertheless, she was hard, anticipating Jenny's responses to her questions, her clit throbbing in time to her heartbeat. "So," she said softly as she pulled reluctantly away from those loving arms. "Do you want to come up for a bit?" "Okay." Was that a sparkle in Jenny's eye? Thrusting all conjecture into a small corner of her mind, Sabrina resolved to ask Jenny outright how she felt about her. That would clear up any and all confusion, and would get everything out in the open right off the bat, before she did anything to or about Jenny that she would regret later on. The two girls made their way upstairs, pausing only a moment to say hello to Aunts Hilda and Zelda and tell them that they were going upstairs. "Sabrina, is Jenny staying the night?" "I dunno, Aunt Zelda. We haven't decided yet!" Sabrina called back as she disappeared upstairs with her friend. * In her bedroom, Sabrina watched for a moment as Jenny sat at her dresser, brushing out a few knots from her hair. What to do, what to do? she asked herself, hoping her subconscious could give her the answer she so desperately needed. After a minute with no answer forthcoming, she made an executive decision. Sitting on her bed, she gazed longingly at Jenny's gorgeous hair as the redhead ran the brush over it. Steeling her nerve, she took the plunge. "Uh, Jenny? There's something I need to talk to you about." "Yeah?" Jenny paused in her brushing, and looked expectantly at Sabrina through the mirror. "Uh..." Sabrina's voice caught in her throat. "Is something wrong, Sabrina? You've been like this all night." Jenny put down the brush and leaped to Sabrina's side on the bed. "Are you sick? Should I get your aunts to call a doctor?" She put a hand to the blonde's forehead, but felt nothing out of the ordinary. "What is it? Is it about your cousin's clothes? I can change right now if it's a problem." Jenny pulled off the overalls, and was about to remove the shirt, when Sabrina shook her head. "It's... not the clothes. That's o-okay." A hot flush rose in Sabrina's cheeks and chest. The proximity of her friend on the bed made her hot with lust and desire for Jenny, this stunning angel who had been through so much with her. What had to be said, had to be said now. "JennyIloveyou!" she blurted, and immediately buried her flushed face in her small hands, half-anticipating, half-fearing Jenny's next words. "Hey, is that all that's been bothering you?" Jenny admonished, gently raising Sabrina's head. "You goof, you're my best friend. Hey, look at me. If that's what's been eating at you tonight, don't sweat it. You don't have to be embarrassed to tell me that." With that, Jenny enfolded Sabrina in a warm hug, driving away part of Sabrina's shame. The redhead gave the blonde a soft, but lingering kiss on the cheek, then another. Softly, she soothed, "It's okay. Because I love you too. We were meant to be together. 'Best friends forever', remember?" "I know, but you don't understand, Jenny," Sabrina explained, not releasing her tight hold on the girl she loved. "I don't just love you... I'm IN LOVE with you. I just realized that I've been in love with you for a long, long time." A moment of silence passed, and Sabrina was overjoyed that Jenny hadn't loosened her hold. The young witch's breath quickened, in the hopes that her friend would reciprocate her love, for then Sabrina would be truly happy. All thoughts of Harvey had disappeared in Jenny's heavenly embrace. "Sabrina," Jenny said finally, "you're wrong." The sorceress started and drew back from the redhead, aghast at what she had just heard. It wasn't until Jenny went to her purse that she understood. The redhead pulled something out and walked back to the bed, her eyes dancing with light, and the hard buds of her nipples poking out of the thin shirt. "You're wrong, Sabrina. I DO understand." Jenny returned to her place beside Sabrina on the bed, and handed her the object taken from her purse: the panties Sabrina had orgasmed into, and thought she'd left in the theatre's bathroom. That was why Jenny had been a few moments behind Sabrina when she came out. "I wondered why you had spent so much time in the bathroom," Jenny explained. "I thought you were sick or something, but when I went into the stall and found these, I just... knew that there was more to it." Sabrina's heart pounded in her chest and her ears. Everything Jenny said was accompanied by the rhythmic lub-dub of the blood rushing to every part of her body. "I want to tell you, Sabrina, once and for all, that I DO love you, and that no matter what happens, I want us to be together forever, both in spirit... and body." With that, Jenny leaned in closer, and covered Sabrina's soft lips with her own. The kiss lasted only a moment, but to Sabrina, it was a lifetime of pure bliss; the comfort and security of nirvana slowly, but pleasurably, heating her blood and her loins. Then, the reality of what she had to do kicked in, and she was forced to pull away from the passionate contact. "What's wrong?" asked Jenny, her soft hand coming up to stroke Sabrina's silken hair. "Am I going too fast?" "N-no." Sabrina took a deep breath, and revealed her second, bigger secret. "Now that we know how we feel, there's something else I have to tell you, something I've been keeping from you." She took two breaths this time, reveling in every time Jenny touched her, in case it was the last. She wanted to remember only the good times. "I'm a witch." The admission was simple, explicit. She stilled Jenny's impending comment with a wave. "A real live witch. I can do magic with a thought. My two aunts are witches, too, and Salem's a witch who tried to take over the world, but was caught, arrested and turned into a cat for 100 years as punishment. The linen closet is a doorway to the other realm, where magic is a way of life. I just recently got my witch's learner's license, so that when I turn eighteen, I can test to become a full-fledged witch, but right now, I'm still only a witch-in-training. I couldn't go on without telling you the whole truth." She took a breath. "so there you have it. Please don't leave, I want you so much." She took a final breath, then shut her eyes tight, afraid of any negative reaction. After what seemed like hours of waiting for the world to envelop her, the young witch opened her eyes. There sat Jenny in front of her, as before, but this time the redhead was completely naked! Her tight, round breasts, her smooth pussy, already moist with desire, her soft, creamy skin--all were bared to her. And Jenny was staring at her intently, her eyes smoldering with a heat borne of loving anticipation. "I don't care if you're a witch or a frog," Jenny said softly, staring straight into the teen witch's moist eyes, her hand running up Sabrina's thigh. "But if you don't fuck me right this instant, Sabrina Spellman, I'm going to explode." She attacked Sabrina's lips with her own, pressing her down onto the bed. Sabrina could feel a tingling where Jenny's mouth touched her own, and a fire where her friend's tongue was trying to dart inside. The blonde moaned, allowing the hot member to slide into her throat, and reciprocated, groping Jenny's flesh, trying to find all her hot spots at once. Jenny tried unsuccessfully to remove her lover's clothes, then contented herself with squeezing the girl's soft breasts instead. Sabrina, still lip locked with her friend, zapped her clothes away, and gasped as Jenny's dexterous hands suddenly made contact with her yielding skin. The enchantress felt lines of blissful fire trail Jenny's fingers as they forged a path around her hard nipples and up her neck to her soft face. Tracing around her lover's lips, Jenny covered those lines with her tongue, leaving the outline glistening wet, and further inflaming Sabrina's body. "Suck on my breasts," Sabrina panted, arching her back off the bed to increase the contact with the redhead's lips. Her friend was only too glad to oblige, covering the pert mounds with her mouth and swirling around the nipple with her tongue. Further aroused by Sabrina's cries of ecstasy, Jenny ran one of her hands up the inside of her lover's thigh, and cupped the young witch's cunt. She toyed with the blonde's pussy lips with her fingers, and relished in the smaller girl's pleading voice. "Please, Jenny, don't tease me. Stick your fingers in my pussy, please, fuck me, fuck me now..." Her lover obliged her, working one slim finger into the blonde's quivering pussy, teasing her clit with a thumb. Sabrina gasped as a wave of warm pleasure coursed throughout her body. Her blood raced at the intimate contact with her most private of places, and she moaned for Jenny to fuck her deeper, harder. The young enchantress lowered her head to suckle at her friend's breast, flicking the nipple with her agile tongue. The blonde girl bit down gently on the extended nipple as Jenny added a second digit to her firm finger-fucking. Sabrina spread her legs even further in order to let Jenny's fingers go in deeper with each thrust. Releasing Jenny's breast, she noticed her redheaded friend smearing something wet around her other nipple. Jenny offered the breast to her new lover, who eagerly took the wet flesh into her mouth. She tasted musky and sweet, and Sabrina knew at once where she could get more of the tasty fluid--from in between Jenny' thighs. Taking the initiative, Sabrina pushed Jenny over so that the redhead was on her back, still actively fingering Sabrina's cunt. The young witch reluctantly disengaged herself from Jenny's wonderful digits, and kissed her lover passionately, no tongue this time. "Let me lick you, Jenny." "Do whatever you want, lover," Jenny sighed, spreading her long legs. Sabrina licked her friend's slit, tasting the musk that she had sucked from the redhead's breasts a moment ago. The blonde girl's face was soon covered by a mass of sticky girl juice, and Jenny served up more of it when she finally came. Sabrina moved up to lie beside her friend and lover, who kissed and licked the cum from her face. Sabrina sighed deeply, happy that now her best friend knew everything about her, and that she would never leave her side. Sabrina kissed Jenny passionately and lovingly on the lips, and snuggled in beside her to sleep, her head nestled in Jenny's neck, and a hand on the redhead's breast. "I love you, Jenny," Sabrina yawned. "I love you, too, Sabrina. My little witch." Jenny kissed the top of Sabrina's head, and with one arm around Sabrina's shoulders, pulled her closer, so that one of Sabrina's legs covered her own. Sabrina zapped the blanket over them, and the two lovers quickly fell asleep. * Elsewhere in the house, Aunts Hilda and Zelda dissolved the Wizard's Eye that they had cast to look into Sabrina's room. "Well," said Zelda, wrapping a leg around Hilda's naked body as she had seen Sabrina do, "I guess Jenny's staying the night." Hilda stroked her sister's breast with a loving hand. "I'm so happy that Sabrina has found someone to trust with her secret." "Like we did? But we're sisters, that doesn't count." Hilda bent down to kiss her sister on the lips. "Yes, it does, dearest. Yes it does." And the two sisters quickly fell asleep. 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