The spells and the college girls Part 2

The resort hums with lazy energy, reggae beats bleeding through palm trees, the rhythmic crash of waves just beyond the boardwalk. I trail my fingers along the sun-warmed railing, my bare feet against the worn wood. My white linen dress clings to my breasts, the slit riding high enough to flash thighs when the ocean breeze catches it. Gold hoops swing heavy against my neck.

*She's close.* I can feel it…

I don't need divination to know, I get wet when Harper's near. I spotted her earlier by the tiki bar, all golden limbs and careless laughter, her cutoff shorts fraying where they gripped her thighs. The kind of girl who leaves sunscreen streaks on her nose and doesn't care like a pretty and sexy princess.

I pause near a crooked plank in the boardwalk. I rub against my fingertips, my rosemary and black tourmaline inside my left pocket that I use for my witchcraft practices. A sexy devilish smile on my blood red lips.

*Let her need me… force her to need me.* I whisper rubbing harder. The incantation curls through my lips and my magic spell is now hunting its sexy subject.

"Oh god…No…Fuck—!"

The yelp comes right on cue. Harper stumbles over the warped boardwalk, her sandal catching. I watch the delicious moment of imbalance, her sexy toned legs scrambling, tanned arms windmilling if that's even an expression… before she goes down hard on top of a twisted left ankle and lower leg.

"Shit, shit, *shit*." She's sprawled in the sand, one knee pulled to her lovely chest. Her toes curl, polish against her tan skin. 

"Did anyone *see* that?"

"Just me, don’t move, miss, don’t try to stand." I'm already kneeling beside her, the heat of her body radiating through the thin cotton of my dress. "And possibly that seagull may be judging you." I smile at her.

She glares up through messy blonde waves. "Please don’t make me laugh. I’m injured." She smiles even in pain and looks deep into my eyes.

"May I?" My fingers hover above her ankle, already swelling.

At her nod, I press my palms to her skin. She’s breathing hard, not just from pain but also from my touch. Magic curse between us as I murmur in my head the mending charm, the one my Grandmother taught me to make sure that her injury is not too severe. Harper's pulse jumps under my touch.

"Is it ok? Sprain or Broken?"

"Shh." I press a soft kiss to her lips. Her mouth is soft. Warm and I totally surprised her. "The medic's coming."

I already knew before the Xrays and the doctor's evaluation…By the time they wrap her ankle, foot and lower leg in that sexy pink cast for the next 4 to 6 weeks, clean break… I'm holding out a glass of water. Harper takes it, our fingers brushing and I understand how she feels about the pink cast.

"Guess you are the latest victim of Spring Break 2026," I tease.

She licks her lips kike a tease. "Or maybe I caught somebody better." She smiles at me. The resort lights flicker overhead. Somewhere, a guitar starts playing.

*Oh, little Harper,* I think, *you have no idea who you are dealing with.*

The balcony of my room was in a soft glow of the setting sun, the breeze carrying with it a sense of intimacy. I was sitting in a lounge chair, my long legs crossed, the slit of my black cocktail dress riding high enough to reveal my thigh. The fabric was soft, the breeze felt like a caress, and I closed my eyes, letting my thoughts drift to lovely Harper.

Let’s be clear, I did not break her ankle, my spell was for her to need me not necessarily to break a bone. Also I know how she feels about her pink cast and being dependent on crutches…you’ll see, she knows how to use them. The image of her on the ground holding on to her broken ankle, sent a shiver between my legs. 

I could picture her, the cast propped up on a pillow, her hair cascading over her shoulders, naked with those lovely round breasts and hard nipples waiting for my lips.

I slipped my hand beneath my dress, tracing the line of my thigh. The fabric was cool against my skin, and I let out a soft sigh. My fingers found their way to the edge of my panties, I could feel the dampness through the fabric, proof of my growing arousal.

"Oh Harper baby your ankle is broken," I whispered to myself, my voice filled with desire. 

"Yes, your leg look so sexy in that pink cast."

My fingers dipped beneath the lace, finding my already slick folds. I circled my clitoris, the sensation making me gasp. I imagined Harper on her crutches watching me, her blue eyes full with desire, her breath coming in short pants.

I moaned, my fingers moving faster, my hips beginning to rock in time with the rhythm. I could feel the pressure building, my body tensing in anticipation. I pictured Harper's hands on her own body, mirroring my movements, her breath catching as she watched me.

I'm so close. With a cry, I arched my back, my orgasm ripping through me. My body shuddered as waves of pleasure crashed over me. I could feel the aftershocks, my body sensitive and alive.

I pulled my hand from my dress, my fingers glistening with my arousal. I could still feel the echoes of my orgasm, my body humming with satisfaction. I smiled, my thoughts already turning to our next encounter.

The resort is alive with the hum of cicadas and the distant rhythm of waves kissing the shore. The night is warm, the kind of warmth that clings to your skin and makes every breeze feel like a caress. 

Harper is a sexy goddess tonight… and she knows it…Trust me dear readers. 

Part 3 to come.
Ashley

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