Mobile Club Videos
Planning spring break on the beach.
By the startled look on Lovelle's face as she struggled to move her hands, it was apparent they were stuck fast to the table.
Paige saw her struggles and turned to Heather, her smile innocent, yet her eyes full of malice. "That's a pretty good spell from someone who's nips are on fire."
Heather looked puzzled. "My nips aren't on . . ." Her eyes suddenly widened in surprise. "Aigh!" she screamed, clutching her chest. She scrambled to pick up the milk filled cups and pour the contents down the top of her robe.
She sighed with relief then turned her attention back to the black-robed girl. She was just about to perform another spell, when she heard a few faint giggles from around the dining hall. She looked down to see her nipples showing clearly through her wet robe. Her face turned a bright red. It was impossible to tell if it was from embarrassment or anger.
"You'll pay for that bitch, big time. I'll make sure of it." To Harriet: "And as for you. I'll deal with you later little toy."
Lovelle stretched her fingers, now that she was able to remove them from the table. "What a creepy bitch."
"Are you okay?" Paige asked Harriet.
"Yeah. Thanks." Harriet shifted uncomfortable in her seat. Paige's hand was on Harriet's thigh to reassure her, but its presence was anything but. It was too close to the new lump that resided in Harriet briefs, and she could feel her hard nipples poking through the fabric of her robe. She knew she had to go before she embarrassed herself.
"Uh, I'm not so hungry anymore. I'll see you later." Harriet got up and clutched her satchel to her chest to hide the eraser-like stubs sticking from the fron of her robe, but she didn't realize she was showing something much more obvious.
"Is that what I think it is?" Paige asked Lovelle, pointing to darkened stain on Harriet's retreating rear.
"I think so. You don't suppose she is a lesbian do you?"
"I don't know, but she is definitely into something. I swear she tried to rub herself against my hand when I touched her thigh."
"What did you do?"
"I put it there again."
"You're so bad. Wicked even."
"I'm going to get even badder if we don't hurry up and have the school dance with some boys. It was supposed to happen a month ago, but the teachers haven't even mentioned it. It's like there is a conspiracy to keep me pure. Well, I got news for 'em. If I can't get a handsome boy to dirty me up, I might just get some of that Hotter girl."
"God, I can't believe you sometimes, Paige," said Lovelle, suddenly serious.
Paige began to eat. "Well you better believe it, Princess Priss. I bet she will fuck. Hell, did you notice she wasn't even wearing a bra?" she said between mouthfuls.
'Great, I guess I have to stop wearing bras in order for you to notice *me*,' Lovelle thought to herself. Harriet was a nice girl, but she couldn't help but feel jealous of the new girl. Lovelle felt like she couldn't do anything right. She was the weakest witch wearing the black robe. She had even been bested by a mere gray-robe, and now her best friend liked the new girl who was even less magically inclined than her, but seemed to be much more athletically and sexually endowed. Suddenly, Lovelle didn't feel much like eating either.
Later that day Harriet returned to her room after practicing Macrosse with the rest of the team. Well, the rest of the team except for Heather. Harriet was scared of playing sans bra and wearing tight briefs which covered a hard six inch wooden wand in the shape of a phallus, but she actually was playing even better.
The worry of someone seeing these new additions and subtractions to her wardrobe made things problematic. But, as strange as it seemed, being as horny as a just-docked-sailor gave her a newly found reserve of strength and a healthy dose of attitude.
Too bad that attitude couldn't be used to get Heather to practice.