The spells and the college girls Part 1.

Part 1

The resort is all sun, music, and sea breeze, a perfect escape from finals and city noise. I’m here to breathe, to let the salt air wash away the smog of deadlines and fluorescent library lighting. My bare feet sink into the warm sand as I walk, the hem of my long, flowing skirt brushing against my ankles. 

The fabric is soft, black but kissed by the sun, shifting around my legs with every step. My toenails are painted a deep burgundy, a subtle contrast to the golden sand. I can feel the heat of the sun on my skin, warming the curve of my calves, the slope of my shoulders and I love it.

My dark hair falls in loose waves down my back, catching the sunlight in faint streaks of gold. My hoops sway gently, cool against my neck, and I can’t help but feel a little excited at the way heads turn when I pass. It’s not me they’re looking at, not really, it’s the energy, my long legs and breasts. 

I have a hidden power that whispers *witch* without saying a word. My breasts sway softly beneath my fitted black tank top, the fabric clinging just enough to hint at what lies beneath.

I pause at the bar, where a young bartender with a name tag that reads *“Carlos”* flashes me a friendly smile.

“What can I get you?” he asks, his eyes flickering over me with curiosity.

“Something cold and fruity,” I reply, my voice low and smooth. “Surprise me.”

He grins and begins mixing something in a shaker, his hands moving with practiced ease. I lean against the bar, letting the curve of my hip rest against the polished wood. My legs are long and toned, the muscles clearly defined from years of cheerleading and dancing. I stretch one foot slightly, arching my toes into the warmth of the deck beneath me.

Carlos slides a glass toward me, the liquid inside a pale pink hue with a slice of pineapple balanced on the rim, very nice.

“A sunset breeze,” he says proudly. “Perfect for a day like this.”

I take it with a nod of thanks, letting my fingers brush his lightly, almost flirting. He flushes, and I can’t help but smile to myself. Even without spells, I’ve always had a way with people.

I turn away from the bar, the cool glass in my hand, and my gaze lands on her. I learned later that her name is Harper. She’s sprawled on a lounge chair under a striped umbrella, looking like something out of a summer dream. Her golden tan glows against the white of her linen shirt, which is loosely tied at her waist, revealing the soft curve of her stomach. 

Her shorts are denim and frayed at the edges, framing her long, sun-kissed legs. Her beautiful small feet that I want to kiss and lick are bare, toes painted a soft coral, one foot tapping lazily to the rhythm of the music playing in the background.

Her hair is a mess of beautiful waves, and her pink-tinted sunglasses are pushed up on her head like she’s forgotten they’re there. She’s laughing , the sound carries on the breeze, and it’s the kind of laugh that makes you want to laugh too even if you don’t know the joke.

I take a slow sip of my drink, letting the sweetness linger on my tongue as I watch her. She’s petite, delicate and beautiful. As I move closer, a waiter with a tray of coconut water walks past, nearly bumping into me.

“Careful,” I murmur, catching his arm lightly. His eyes widen, and he stammers an apology.

“S-sorry,” he says, adjusting his grip on the tray.

I give him a small smile and let him go, continuing toward Harper. My hips sway slightly, the movement fluid and deliberate, the fabric of my skirt brushing against my thighs. She turns her head as I approach, her eyes locking with mine. For a moment, the world quiets, the music fading into the background. Her smile is softer now, curious and those lips of hers...

“Hi,” she says, her voice warm.

“Hi, I want to kiss you so bad” I reply, my lips curving into a slow, knowing smile. I tilt my head slightly, letting the sunlight catch the gold in my hoops. “Are you enjoying the view?” I asked, looking at the blue ocean in front of her.

She glances toward the ocean, then back at my legs, her gaze moving up to my breasts and then lingering on my face. “Yeah,” she says, her tone easy but her eyes sharp. “Both views are gorgeous.”

I take another sip of my drink, letting the pause between us stretch just long enough to be noticed.  The breeze picks up, lifting strands of her hair and brushing against my skin. I can feel the energy between us, tentative but undeniably sexual. 

Ok I want her, I really want her. 

Let the sexual game begin.

Part 2 to come
Ashley

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