Chapter 5
by rhetoricprof
How did I react to this?
That's. Just. Cool!
Even as my physical boner rapidly shrank, my nerd boner sprang to full attention. A real live witch! In my apartment! The possibilities were mind blowing. So I sat there for at least a minute just letting my mind be blown. If you've ever been in an already uncomfortable social situation that is suddenly interrupted by a full minute of stunned silence, you can imagine how awkward that was.
Finally, I mustered my first question, "What can you do?"
"Mostly, my powers allow me to move things without touching them and to change physical objects."
I answered, nervously, "But you read my mind."
"Yep. That's pretty much a gift all witches have. It's a defensive ability that helps us stay one step ahead of those who don't like us or want to take advantage of us."
I nodded and moved on. "You said 'my powers' on the one hand and 'all witches' in regard to mind reading. Are there different powers for different individuals?"
El nodded, warming to her topic, "Absolutely. I can do physical stuff, but I can't change someone's thoughts or feelings. I can't do large-scale weather magic, or talk to animals, or a whole range of other powers. Some abilities are fairly common. Mine are pretty run of the mill. I've heard of other witches that have really rare powers, like teleportation. It varies in the same way that blue eyes, or nearsightedness, or athletic abilities vary in humans."
While El was explaining, I was trying to figure out what to ask next, but her use of the word "humans" blanked them all out. "Wait, you said 'humans.' Are witches not human?"
She gave me a half shrug and explained, "That's just the term we use to distinguish between people with powers and people without them. We look human, and we have the same strengths and weaknesses, for the most part. We can breed with humans, but sometimes the children won't have any magic. Now that the science of genetics has taken off, we're actually hoping to get more answers on that count. To be honest, we don't know whether witches are humans with extra abilities, or just close relatives."
I appreciated her honesty, and jumped to my next question, "Are your powers genetic, then? No pacts with demons at the Dark of the Moon?"
El laughed, and that was a beautiful thing. Her chin lifted, and her eyes sparkled, and the sound of it was unsettlingly pleasant to hear. She said, "No, nerd boy. No demonic pacts necessary. There are a few things that witches know about that really do go bump in the night, and that most folks don't believe in any more, but they're not the source of our powers--and as a rule, they don't interact with non-witchy humans at all. Heck, most of them won't even talk to us. We only know about them because we look at the world a little differently."
I freely admit that I had started to get a little panicky when El was demonstrating that she could read my mind. Now, though, I was seriously intrigued. And let's not forget she was hot as Hell!
With that thought resurfacing, I felt a stirring below the belt once again. For her part, El sighed and put one hand to her forehead in exasperation, while gesturing with the other towards the open space in the center of the living room.
The fear started up all over again as I felt myself lifted as if by invisible hands. In moments, I was floating in the air above my secondhand coffee table in a standing position, looking down at El sitting on the couch. Thank goodness for tall ceilings.
The witch stood and began pacing around me. The rest of my clothes shredded from my body, and I hung there naked. Faster than I would have thought possible, my dick seemed to be making a concerted effort to withdraw entirely within my body. This was not sexy, witchy fun time. I don't know how I knew that at the time, but I did.
After three complete circuits, El stopped. "I like this place. I might someday even like you, perv boy. But I can't live somewhere if I have to wonder every second whether you're watching me through some hidden camera, wanking into a tissue. And since I'm not going to change any time soon, you're going to have to do the changing for both of us."
She paused for a few seconds, deep in thought. Then she smiled.
What's next?
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All I wanted was someone to share the rent on my apartment. The thing about ads is one never knows who will read them. In this case, a witch with a wicked sense of humor and absolutely zero scruples.
Updated on Dec 9, 2017
by rhetoricprof
Created on Jul 7, 2017
by rhetoricprof
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