Stacey

While getting a long weekend off from college, I was invited to a party by my friend, Sam, at his girlfriends’ house. I was told to bring somebody, but having no one to bring, I brought beer instead.

Sam had just started to date this girl, Lisa, and she was a party animal. Every weekend it was party time at Lisa’s. I arrived a little early since I was bringing the refreshment, and bumped into a tall, olive completed, long black haired, curvy girl who was sporting a cast that ran up to the top of her thigh. She was beautiful. I mean beautiful like, ‘Catharine Zeta Jones’ with nice boobs, beautiful.

“Hey, hey, hey! Watch the injured and infirmed!” she said, as she started to laugh.

“I’m really sorry, uh,” I said, as the beauty before me sank in.

“Stacey, and who might you be, bearer of my beverage of choice?” she said, as she grabbed a beer out of my arms.

“I’m Wayne,” I said, regaining my composure.

“So, Wayne,” she said, leaning up against a doorway. “Who are you with tonight?”

“I’m alone. I’m not seeing anyone right now,” I replied, as I set the beer down on the kitchen table. “How about you?”

“I’m afraid I’m in the same boat as you. When I busted this thing,” she pointed to her leg. “Mister wonderful dropped me.”

“Because of that?” I said, unbelieving.

“Yeah. Now he has a blonde bimbo that can’t count to five. Sooner or later he’s going to get tired trying to explain everything to her,” she said with a smirk. “Hey, let me catch up to you later, Wayne,” she said, as she grabbed her crutches and wondered off to meet some newcomers to the party. I finished putting the beer in the fridge and sought out Sam.

I found him talking with Lisa and some other couples. I pulled Sam away and asked, “Do you know Stacey?”

“No, I don’t. I think she’s Lisa’s friend.” He pulled Lisa aside. “Hey, Lisa, what’s with cast lady?”

“Stacey?” Lisa turned to look at me and said, “She’s weird with a capital ‘W’. She’s into witchcraft. I didn’t invite her. She must have tagged along with someone else.”

“Witchcraft?” I asked, jerking a thumb in her direction.

“That’s what I hear. If I were you I’d just forget you met her. There are other girls here that came solo like you,” said Lisa, as she turned to talk to others.

Sam just gave me the ‘whatever’ shoulder shrug and went to get a beer.

I followed Stacey around the party at a discreet distance trying to pick up as much as I could about her, as she talked to others. I found that she had a tremendous sense of humor and loved to tell stories. She also seemed to have an infectious personality. Everyone was soon laughing and smiling when she came around to talk.

She turned and started to head in my direction. I tried to act like I wasn’t watching her and she said, “Wayne? Can you get me a refill?” I got her one and opened it for her.

“My, aren’t you the gentleman?” she giggled. “I guess by now you’ve heard all kinds of things about me. Mostly that I’m a witch.”

“Well, not really…”

She put a finger to my mouth she said, “Don’t lie. I don’t like it when people lie, even if they are trying to be nice.”

“Besides, I’m a white witch.”

Silence.

“I can see from the expression on your face that I’ve just lost you. Black witches serve Satan. White witches are the opposite. We cast spells for good, love and health. That kind of thing.”

“Is it a hobby?” I asked.

“No, it’s a commitment. But for good not evil.”

“I’m sorry, I just have to ask this question. If you cast spells of health and protection, how did you manage to bust your leg?” I asked, trying to keep a straight face.

“My ex boyfriend and I were skiing and I cast a protection spell on him. We both were in the same accident, but he was unhurt. I got this,” she said, pointing to the cast.

“How long ago did this happen?”

“Four weeks this Sunday,” she replied. “Enough about me, tell me about you.”

I gave her a Reader’s Digest condensed version of my teen life and got us a couple more beers.

We continued to talk and tell stories when all of the sudden she got an odd look on her face.

“Can you help me get upstairs to the bathroom?” she asked.

“Sure,” I said, startled at the change in subject.

I helped her up the steps the best I could and waited for her outside of the bathroom.

After a few minutes and a few thumps coming from the bathroom, I heard her say, “Wayne, do you think you could help me a second. This bathroom is so small, I can’t use my crutches to get off the seat.”

“Are you sure you don’t want me to get Lisa?” I asked, not really wanting to go in there.

“No. I’ll be the joke for the rest of the party and probably many more to come,” she replied.

I closed my eyes, opened the door, and entered. I closed the door behind me, and reached out with my hand to find her. I felt her grab my hand and forearm with both of her hands.

“Okay, 1, 2, 3, go,” she said.

I pulled back and she got up and steadied herself.

“Are you okay now?” I asked with my eyes still closed.

“Yeah, thanks,” she answered.

I turned and left the bathroom. A few minutes later she emerged.

“Sorry about that,” she said.

“No problem,” I replied.

I helped her back downstairs and found her a place to sit. At first she just looked at me. Then she said, “Someone earlier told me that you were a nice guy. I guess they were right. Any other guy here would have burst in, take a few pictures for posterity, and try copping a feel while helping me up. Thank you for helping me. I’m really glad I met you tonight. I hope we see each other more.”

Before I could reply, a friend of hers came over and told her it was time to go. We exchanged phone numbers and she left.

That night when I got home, I had a raging hard on that took three wanking sessions to take care of. The whole time, I had the face of Stacey on my mind.

On Monday, I finished class and went to my part time job at a grocery store. I was sent out to a storage trailer outback to get some cases of ‘Funny Face’ drink mixes (remember them?). They were all the way up in the nose of the trailer. As I pulled them out, the freight shifted and collapsed on me.

I waited for the pain and blackout to occur. It didn’t. In fact, I was fine. I should have been crushed, or at least severely injured. Instead I was simply stuck. After an hour of yelling for help, someone in the store finally decided to go find out what happened to me. It took the better part of the evening to dig me out. They couldn’t believe I wasn’t hurt, either.

When I got home, I called Stacey to tell her what had happened. She was surprised as to what had happened but seemed totally unfazed by the fact that I was okay. She asked if we could get together some time that weekend, so we set a time on Saturday. That night I had another raging boner that simply would not go away, no matter how many times I wanked off. I went to bed exhausted.

That Saturday, as I was driving over to see her, I got caught in a police ‘speed trap’. A middle-aged cop walks up to the car with his ticket book already out, pen in hand. That’s never a good sign. I gave him my license and registration and insurance stuff. He stuck his head in the car and looked around.

“Wayne, I caught you doing 35 in a 25 mile an hour zone. What do you have to say for yourself?” asked the cop.

“I’m sorry, I was daydreaming about a girl I was going to see a couple of streets over. I guess I failed to notice the change in the speed limit, sir,” I said.

He looked hard at me for a minute or so and said, “Okay, I was a teenager too. You seem like a good kid. Just keep your eyes on the road and on the posted speed limit.”

He put his ticket book back in his pocket, handed me my ID’s, and said, “Have fun.” Then he gave me a wink, and walked back to his car.

I thought I was dead for sure. I drove on to Stacey’s house, picked her up and we went to see ‘Star Wars’. I told her about getting stopped by the cop, but she seemed nonplussed by me getting away with a warning.

After getting something to eat, I was taking her back to her house when she asked me to come in. She said her parents were in Florida visiting her aunt.

“I’m not sure if …”

“Hey, I know you’re a nice guy and all, but get your ass in the house.”

With that type of logic being used, I had no choice. I helped her in and she wanted to change clothes. I sat in the den, waiting for her. After a few minutes, I noticed that I was getting another one of those monster erections. I put a pillow from the couch on my lap and tried to play innocent. When Stacey came out of her room, she was wearing a simple robe. I had a feeling that there was nothing on under that robe except the cast.

She sat down next to me on the couch. I don’t know what type of perfume she had on, but she smelled nice. She had touched up the little bit of makeup she used, and was looking more beautiful than ever. She reached over to hold my hand. I looked down at her hand. It was smooth and soft to the touch. She had long fingers that ended with well-manicured nails that were actually her own.

“Thank you for tonight, Wayne. I usually have to fight guys off in the movies. I really had fun. So, tell me, anything else odd happen this week?” she asked, as she ran her hand up and down my arm.

I couldn’t think of anything else so I said, “Not really.”

“Oh,” she said softly as she continued caressing my arm. “Nothing else?”

Things were beginning to get real uncomfortable in my crotch. I had to shift a little to allow my cock to move to a less confined position.

“Maybe if you think real hard, you’ll remember something,” she said, as she leaned over and gave me a soft kiss on the lips.

We began making out on the couch and I’ve got to say, she was a great kisser. She liked to giggle and say dumb things, like a little kid, as we broke off kisses, and it made me like her all the more.

Soon it was 2 am and time for me to leave. I still had the hard on and I knew there was no way of getting out of the house without her noticing it. So I said my good byes and walked to the door as quickly as I could. That night, I wanked off so many times, that my cock was literally raw on Sunday.