John discovers the spell, and it reveals how to mesmorize.

Mesmeria or Meseration” the heading at the top of the page said in faded red ink.

John quickly scanned the passage, while Tom slowly read the passage as well. John noticed that Tom’s lips moved as he read. While he was nice to look at, Tom wasn’t exactly what you’d call honor student material.

The long passage on the dusty, faded pages was indeed a spell. A spell that was meant to put the one upon who the spell was cast under the spell casters thrall, or memorize them. John laughed out loud at the ridiculousness of the whole idea. A book of spells, Jesus, how stupid! But on the other hand, a small part of her nagged, what if it really worked. Then she could be a REAL teenaged witch, Just like Melissa Joan Hart on that lame show she used to be on, and with out the annoying aunts.

Tom was still reading as she finished the two pages to which the book was open. To cast the spell according to the book, all one needed was a sample of the individual upon whom the spell was to be cast hair, an image of that person, some water, and a drop of the spell caster’s blood. John decided at that moment that she was going to see if the spells in the book might really work. But she didn’t want to share the book with Tom. She knew she had to distract him, and act as if the book was to hard to read, and not important at all.

A distraction was needed, and John smiled as she glanced over at her lab partner, who was scratching his head in confusion as he struggled through the antiquated text.

“I don’t think this thing is going to help us at all” John said as she slapped the book closed, and pushed it across the table. Leaning over towards Tom, she deliberately brushed her breast over his arm. Whatever interest he may have had in the book quickly disappeared. “Kiss me” John whispered.

Tom didn’t hesitate. Despite the fact that John had never shown and real interest in dating him, who was he to deny the girl a kiss. He pushed his arm more firmly against John’s tits, and he thought he could feel her hard nipples brushing over the back of his arm. With the sexy blonde so suddenly interested in kissing, he wondered to himself just what else she might want to do. Tom didn’t think it was very likely that anyone would disturb them if he and John used the room for something other than reading.

John’s lips crushed against his, and when he slid his tongue over her lips she readily parted them, and slid her tongue over his. His cock began to engorge with blood, growing stiff in his pants, and taking a chance, he moved his arm from against John’s supple breasts, and placed his hand over one of the round globes. The material of her red tank top was thin, he could definitely feel the hard nub of her nipple brush over his palm as he kneaded her breast. This was great, he thought to himself, “I wonder if she'll go all the way?”

She didn’t object when Tom grabbed her tit, it did feel good, and he was an excellent kisser, but she wasn‘t sure she wanted things to go any further. Out of the corner of her eye she spotted the book, and reaching with her finger tips pulled it back over to her, and stealthily slipped it into her book bag. Tom was too engrossed in ramming his tongue down her throat, and pinching her nipple between his thumb and forefinger to have taken any notice.

Less than a minute after she had dropped the weatherbeaten book into her bag, she felt Tom’s other hand slide over her knee, and up to her thigh, and the hem of her short white skirt.