The Truth

"You could call me a witch, but I'm not married to the title or anything." you respond.

"So that means... So magic is real?!" She asks incredulously.

"Yeah" you laugh, "Yeah it's real."

You pause for a moment. Then narrowing your eyes, you ask, "Want to see more?"

Jenna meets your eyes and answers, "Why do you think I came?"

...

Later, after some walking and talking, the two of you were back at your apartment. Jenna followed you in and jumped a bit as the door closed on it's own behind her. On the coffee table in the center of the room sat a pentagram with a bowl in the center and various ingredients and items placed about it. You walk over to it and reach into your purse. You give her a smirk as you pull out her panties and drop them in the bowl.

"Is this for some sort of spell?" she asked, walking up next to you peer inside.

"Something like that." You respond. "It just needs one last thing."

You trace a finger down her side to her waist. She shudders at the tingly feeling as your hand slides lower. At the end of her short skirt, you slide your hand inside her thigh and go up. She bites her lip, eyes staring into yours as your hand traces up the front of her panties. A little sigh escapes her lips as you hand slides down into her underwear.

You fingers slide in her slit as you palm her pussy. Your free hand moves over the pentagram to the bowl, your index finger extended towards it's contents. You close your eyes, breath in, then lock eyes with your guest. She gasps in surprise as an energy pulses through her pussy. A spark of energy shoots out your other fingertips and the bowl erupts into green flame. You remove your hands as the flames burn bright. After a few moments, they vanish.

Bewildered and flustered, Jenna asked "What the hell was that?"