"The Wizard of Willow Grove"

[HornyDog2017]

"The Wizard of Willow Grove"

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Change it in your first post,
and I'll come back to change it here.​

Winston glanced out the window of the stationary Greyhound bus. He was only halfway through his 600 mile journey, yet he stood quickly and hurried to the front of the bus.

"I'll get off here," he told the driver just as the man closed the door for departure from the location of their short layover. "I have no bags checked in the bus's belly."

"Have a nice day, sir," the man said, relieved that he didn't have to open the cargo hold and search for Winston's bag.

Winston thanked him and opened the door. But he hesitated, and looked back to the driver. "The red one."

"What?" the driver asked, oblivious.

"The red '69," he clarified. "The blue one, the convertible ... if you put it on the rack and look at the undercarriage, you'll notice some repairs were made after the original owner's kid drove it over a curb and into a ditch. The red one, the hard top ... no accidents and it's all original, even the 8-track stereo."

As Winston headed out the door, the shocked driver asked, "How the hell did you know I was looking at Classic Firebirds?"

Winston didn't answer, his attention now fully on the pair of 18 year old boys sitting at a sidewalk table outside a coffee shop ... and the similarly aged woman approaching from beyond...



"Here comes your gir-r-rl friend."

Tommy Lee glanced up to his friend. The recent Willow Grove graduate's girlfriend was out of town, so there was no way Ellie was approaching. He asked confused, "What are you talking about?"

The other recent grad' glanced beyond Tommy's shoulder. He filled in, "Carrie Thompson."

Tommy grimaced, then groaned. He and Carrie had both grown up just blocks apart here in the WG, and for as long as he could remember, she'd had a crush on him. Nearly a day had passed for as long as he could recall that she hadn't made some sort of effort to see him, wave to him, talk to him ... whether it was here in town or in their residential neighborhood or at school. She was a nice enough person, but ... hell, c'm'on, really?

Tommy was an all star athlete. He'd been the King of both Homecoming and the Prom and been Prince at three other dances, which was the school's max limit on royal court nominations. He'd been featured in the local newspaper over 100 times for sports, academic, and civic reasons. And at one time or another he'd dated or fucked most of the babes from the dance team and cheer squad.

And Carrie...? She was so-so in appearance, so-so in personality, so-so in ... well, everything! She was a nobody. She came from a family of nobodies. Her father was ... what, a laborer or something like that. And her mother? Receptionist? Hell, Tommy didn't know and, to be honest, he didn't care.

Carrie was just a girl in school, no one who would attract attention at a dance and certainly would cause a guy like him to cross the gym to reach out for her hand. And yet here they were halfway through the summer following their graduation and she still insisted on approaching him where ever he was to engage him in conversation.

All he could do was hope that she would wander by without saying hello. He certainly wouldn't be the first to greet her!

 

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There were times when Carrie could just let the world pass by her. She wasn't ambitious or anything to want to be the best or on top, but whenever she saw Tommy, she felt inadequate. He always looked at her like she was beneath him--and maybe she was. But then again, they had grown up together. Had been childhood friends until something happened when they were ten. He stopped talking to her. He had new friends he never introduced her to. Went out with them without inviting her. It hurt so much to be treated that way, and so much worse because she always had feelings for him.

Not that she admitted to him her feelings, but she knew that she didn't stand a chance. Not when he stopped hanging out with her. She still liked him a lot, but for now, all she could do was at least be friends with him again. Like they did when they were younger. It was the best she could hope for and she was doing all she could to make it so. Even if it meant she had to be pushy about it.

Besides, he had a hot girlfriend. How could she compete with that? Head cheerleader, good grades, body and face to die for, and so trendy and up-to-date. Ellie was everything she was not. Ellie was perfect, and so was Tommy, so it just stood to reason that perfect would attract perfect. And even if she wasn't perfect like them, she still wanted to be more than just as an acquaintance to Tommy. So she kept trying.

As they say, persistence usually wins.

But she was sure it wouldn't long before her persistence would disappear. The inevitable will soon happen and they will part ways because of college. Him, to one of the top Universities in the country, and her...well, she was staying here in a community college. He'll leave her behind like he usually did.

This was her last shot at making a connection with him. One last time to be with the perfect guy who will only be close to her in her fantasies.

Carrie walked up to him and his friend. Another one of his friends that she didn't personally know, but she was not about to ignore him either. She didn't want to be too creepy.

"Hi guys. So, um...doing anything today?"

"No," Tommy said not looking at her.

"Oh, okay. Mind if I join you?"

"Whatever."

"Uh, thanks...so...um. So have you decided which university you want to go to?"

"Yeah."

"So..." Carrie bit her lip pausing as Tommy's friend snickered, obviously trying to hold in his laughter. Again, she was making a fool of herself. But what was new? She was red in the face, embarrassed but she pressed on. "How are you and Ellie?"

"Good."

Carrie wanted to cry. It was so obvious he didn't want to talk to her and she still didn't know why. He always left or stayed silent whenever she asked. Was she really such a horrible person to be with?

 

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As Winston approached the trio, the girl continued asking friendly questions that were met with one, two, and three words answers. The girl's aura shimmered and danced with the embarrassment exploding within her. Winston felt for her, yet at the same time he knew that it was that very shame with not being the girl for whom this boy was looking that would be of benefit to him.

"So, are you going to the County Fair," she asked.

But this time she didn't get an abbreviated response. She didn't get a shrug. She didn't get a chuckle, a smirk, a head shake or nod. She got nothing.

"Carrie..." Winston said knowingly as he stepped up close to her. When she looked to him, Winston asked, "Your name is Carrie, correct? My name is Winston. But, you can call me Winn ... or Winnie, if you prefer."

After she'd responded to his unexpected greeting, Winston glanced to the pair of the men at the table. They were silent. They were still. In fact, they were frozen. For as far as Carrie might look about herself, life had come to a complete stop. It was as if time had ended.

"I wanted to us to have this moment to ourselves," he told Carrie. "I hope you don't mind."

 

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Carrie waited for a response, but got none. Part of her wanted to run and cry and part of her wanted to just shake him and demand why he was treating her this way. But before she could decide what to do, someone called her name.

"Carrie..."

She looked up to another guy in front of them.

"Your name is Carrie, correct?"

"Um, yes?" Carrie cocked her head to the side a little curious who this person was and how he knew her.

"My name is Winston. But, you can call me Winn ... or Winnie, if you prefer."

"Okay...Winn?" She said his name testing the waters. "I don't think I've met you before. Tommy have you--" She turned to look at her companions, but they seemed to hung suspended, unmoving. But it was not just them. The very air was still. A leaf hung in the air mid-fall and a moving car was just there, a little gravel it caught was in the air as it was flung from the tires. She looked around an saw everything had really stopped. Like someone just pressed the pause button on a game.

"What's going on?" She stepped back a little from the new guy trying her best not to freak out. She licked her lips trying to think. Trying to make sense of what's happening as her eyes looked for any signs of normalcy aside from her and this Winn dude.

"I wanted to us to have this moment to ourselves. I hope you don't mind."

"I, uh...I don't mind speaking with you in private, but this is just a little too creepy. Did you do this? What's going on? This doesn't make sense at all! It's like...the world just stopped." The more she said loudly what was going on, the more she was realizing that all of this was really happening. That this wasn't a dream.

Just to be sure, she bit her own tongue. OW! Okay, it wasn't a dream.

 

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"It's okay, don't panic, Carrie," Winston said, giving her a friendly smile and a gentle gesture that was one part whoa, wait, hold on and one part I surrender, I'm okay, I'm not gonna harm you. He glanced about himself again before looking back to her to explain, "In reality, which, you're probably thinking this isn't ... time around us hasn't actually suspended. In truth, you and I have sped up. Dramatically! You and I are moving, thinking, breathing..."

He leaned over to take from Tommy's fingers the French Fry he was just about to put into his mouth and ate it himself. The teen heartthrob's pinched fingers remained before his fingers just inches from his mouth, now empty. He finished his unbelievable claim, "...at a thousands times the speed of the world around us."

He chomped on the fry, giving her a moment to contemplate what he'd said, adding, "And yes, Carrie, I did this. I did this, and I can't do more, because I'm a wizard."

 

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Carrier looked at him half-amazed and still half in disbelief. It was really happening but it was just to unreal to happen. She blinked once. Twice. Turned around to look at the world as if it just stopped. Everything was still as slow as a glacier.

She turned back to him as he finished talking. "Wait. Wizard? Like Harry Potter? Where's your wand? Or is this some kind of bewitched thing where you have to wiggle your nose to make magic happen? And why me? Why did you isolate me? What do you want?"

She spewed out question after question like a verbal diarrhea as always when she was confused and out of sorts.

 

[HornyDog2017]

"Wait. Wizard? Like Harry Potter?"

Winston laughed as Carrie went on. Despite looking but just a couple of years older than Carrie, the new man in town had for a thousand years been listening to people compare him to what he called the wannabe wizard of the day. Merlin of The Round Table Lore had been most commonly referenced, but this era of million seller novels, special effect heavy movies, and cookie cutter television series that -- while claiming to be different from one another -- were always the same shtick again and again had led to a whole new crop of wizards.

"Why did you isolate me?" she asked. "What do you want?"

"I want you, Carrie!" Winston said with a happy smile. "There are some things about being a wizard upon which even Hollywood hasn't touched, things you would not believe, things you would likely not accept, things of which you certainly would not want to be a part."

Winston leaned nearer the boy named Andrew. He took from the teen's hand the soda straw that was still in its plastic wrapper, removed the wrapped, and tied it around the tip of the boy's finger. He smiled during the whole thing and continued his explanation to Carrie as well.

"You have an interest in this boy ... Tommy, yes? I believe they call it the hots? You want to be his friend again, like you were as a young girl...? More than a friend, actually. You want to be his girl friend. His lover. You want him to do things to you that no boy has ever done to you. Yes, Carrie, I am totally aware of you still possessing your virginity. What if I could make it so that Tommy couldn't go through a day without the need to be with you ... in ways that you thought would never happen?"

 

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"I want you, Carrie!"

"Me? You want me? Wha--"

He continued as if she never spoke, his voice cheery and light despite the ominous words he spoke. To Carrie, his existence was a paradox. Young in features, but seeming to have seen the world inside out. She stepped back as her chest hammered uncontrollably.

"If you know I don't want to be part of this, why are you coming to me?" Carrie demanded. "I'm not even a fan of the supernatural genre. Honest!"

He spoke, but never answered her question. Instead, he said things that made her want to hide under a rock. She listened and a small dread grew as he told her her own life--her deepest, darkest secrets. Things she never told anyone. Her face went hot and red reflecting her embarrassment. She wanted him to stop talking, but what good would keeping him from saying the truth was? He knew it. She knew it.

"T-that's impossible! He'd never want me. He never did. Not now and never will. And he has a girlfriend! I don't want to be a boyfriend stealer. That's really horrible!" She said her head spinning, not knowing how to take anything he said in. "I mean is it really possible? Can you really do that? And why me? Why not other girls?"

 

[HornyDog2017]

"...And why me? Why not other girls?"

Winston laughed playfully, answering with a bit of inappropriate bluntness, "Do you have any idea how incredibly fortunate I am to have come across you...? A girl your age ... pure of body ... yet with sexual desires so intense--"

With fingers splayed and movements slow, Winston ever so slowly raised his hands and swept them before Carrie: up before her form, then out, then down, always maintaining a foot or so distance. The energy radiating off of her made his hands tingle.

He continued, "--that her aura burns blue with passion, so intense that I could have sensed it even before I'd laid eyes upon you. Carrie ... you have no idea how rare a person you are. I am fortunate, as I've said, to have discovered you."

Winston stepped in a bit closer, aware that she was freaked out by him. Yet he was still desperate to make her understand how rare this was. "And Carrie ... you are fortunate to have been discovered by me. I can do things for you that are ... are simply..."

He raised his hands before his chest, slightly apart, his fingers curled slightly inward, as if he were holding an invisible watermelon. Suddenly, little sparks jumped from the finger tips of one hand toward the sparks emitted from the other hand. Where they met in the middle there was a bit of an electric snap sound ... and the joined sparks suddenly became tiny little blue butterflies that simply hovered there, frozen-in-time as was the rest of the world around Carrie. He finished his declaration with, "...Magical!"

He gave her a moment to react, but then quickly told her, "I'm sorry, Carrie! I cannot maintain this state much longer."

The power necessary to maintain the magic that was allowing them to speak alone in this fashion was very draining, and Winston knew he couldn't maintain it much longer without taking an extended rest that would hamper his efforts with Carrie. For a little extra fun, Winston reached down to the café table and moved Andrew's drink over before Tommy and moved Tommy's fries over before Andrew. Then, he spun on a heel, and started away down the sidewalk from Carrie.

I will be staying at the boarding house by the river, his mind spoke to Carrie's, just as if he'd still been standing before her, talking face to face with her. Come find me at dark, Carrie.

Suddenly, the world around the teenage girl came back to life: cars, people, butterflies, and fluttering leaves all regained their movement as Carrie returned to their slower but normal speed; sounds returned, from the music spilling out from within the café to the wheels of a skateboard as its rider flew past the girl; and, of course, there were the reactions of the two boys sitting near Carrie.

"What the fuck?" Andrew spat out at the sight of the plastic wrap tied around his finger tip. He stripped it off, tossing it at Tommy who must have somehow done it to him while he himself had been ogling the waitress ... right? He looked for the drink that the young woman had just set before him and found it missing and replaced with Tommy's food. As he traded the items back, Andrew asked, "Fucker! What the hell?"

But Tommy was dealing with his own surprises: he'd just had a French Fry in his fingers, about to feed his face so that he had an excuse not to continue replying to the annoying classmate's incessant questions. And now it was just gone. And his basket was in front of Andrew, too! The two boys jostled and spat insults for a moment, but then Tommy looked up to Carrie to find a weird expression on her face.

"Carrie..?" She looked as if she'd seen a ghost or something. "You okay?"

Tommy didn't really care, of course. In fact, even before she was able to respond he was kicking himself figuratively for having opened yet another topic of conversation that would keep her here any longer. Oh, it wasn't as if Tommy despised Carrie or anything. He didn't. He was actually sort of ... indifferent about her.

They had grown up together, of course, and he still thought she was a good kid. She just wasn't ... you know ... In Crowd material. And Tommy, of course, was. He had been since well before his teens had begun. He'd been a good looking kid all his life. He'd been athletically inclined, playing first string football, basketball, and baseball every year of school since he entered school. His popularity had vaulted him to the office of Class President every year since middle school. And more. Oh so much more.

And Carrie...? Well, to be kind, she was just Carrie. She was cute in her own sort of way. And she had a nice shape ... maybe. Who could know: the clothes she wore were loose and oversized and rarely showed any skin except for maybe the knees down. In all the years of fun at the river, lake, or ponds in and around Willow Grove, Tommy had never once seen Carrie in anything skimpier than a pair of gym shorts and a tank top. For all Tommy knew, there could be a Victoria's Secret Angel under those clothes ... or a hideous, scaly, tattooed monster. Fuck, who could know?

He looked back to Andrew, who seemed to be sucking on his own drink now. They engaged in a back and forth playful argument that had too intents: to have fun between themselves ... and to exclude Carrie in the hopes that she would just wander away...



Down the sidewalk, Winston made a turn, crossed an almost empty street, and walked into the Riverside Boarding House. He got a room in the corner of the second floor, wrapped around himself the comforter that had been neatly folded at the end of his bed, and sat in a chair on the balcony that looked out over Willow Grove Pond. He enjoyed the view for a long moment, closed his eyes, and entered a trance. He'd expended a lot of energy to have his private conversation with Carrie, and he needed to recharge.

The door between the hall and his room was unlocked, the second door between the room and the balcony was opened wide, and the boarding house's proprietor -- a nice old lady named Martha -- had generously volunteered to keep an out for Carrie, with instructions to send her up when she arrived...

Should she arrive at all.

 

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Throughout the rest of his spiel Carrie couldn't do anything but gape at him. Not only at his magic, but also at his continuous revelation of who she was. And he just called her a horny virgin. And...well, she was. And it was hidden, of course, like the rest of her. In truth she hid herself from the world after Tommy discarded and rejected her multiple times after knowing who she was. It was easier to admit that she was rejected because they didn't know her than to say she was rejected because they knew her.

Since then, she hid everything. Her love for games and anime. The fact that she did yoga to balance her unhealthy eating habits and sedentary lifestyle. That she did yoga because she sucked at everything else. That she liked karaoke even if she could barely carry a tune. That she loved drawing and barely needed any guide to draw realistically. That she couldn't watch human porn, so she just went for anime hentai to satisfy herself. That she was even afraid to touch herself through more than her panties. That she was frightened of being alone and rejected--of Tommy hating her because she sucked as a human being.

She watched speechless as Winston scrambled the orders of the two guys. Looking back at him, she opened her mouth to ask a question but he started to leave. Still surprised and feeling strange, she was rooted on her spot unable to follow him. Just as she was about to follow him, a voice--his voice--stopped her in her tracks.

Her mouth opened and closed like a fish just as the world turned back to its normal speed.

"Carrie...you okay?"

Carrie blinked and saw Tommy for the first time, and for the first time, realized that the world was back at normal speed and no one saw that a wizard--a real wizard, and not like what Hollywood made them out to be--was there with them. "Uh...yeah..." She blinked still in disbelief at what happened.

In a flash Tommy went back to his friend and they chatted away as if she wasn't there.

Again, rejected.

Like a punch in the gut and a knife to the heart. A knife he twisted when he took Ellie as his girl. That she knew about it weeks after they had been together felt as if she had taken a merciless beating.

Carrie felt her nose become stuffy and her cheeks tingle. Taking any more of this would make her cry in front of the object of her desires.

"I'm going," she said, but it was as if she didn't talk at all. Tommy remained engrossed in a conversation with his friend not even acknowledging her presence.

Sighing, Carrie left holding back the tears that were almost to her eyes. She trudged back home finding the house empty. Her father had left a note saying that he needed to go to Vienna for an emergency in the company and that her sister working in the UN was getting married to the rich businessman she met in Buenos Aires. She muttered. Even everyone in her family was extraordinary. It was like the world telling her that she was a failure as a human being.

Her vision blurred and it was then she realized, that she was crying. Carrie the below average. She ran up to her room and let the tears flow. She cried out the pain of being rejected. Cried out the fact that she was invisible to those who matter to her. She cried and cried until her tears dried up and she went to sleep.

She awoke startled as a cat jumped by her windowsill. She rubbed her eyes, still puffy from crying and saw that it was turning to dusk. Sighing, she stood and Winston's voice rang in her head.

Maybe she should see what it was all about. Maybe for once she didn't want to feel like such a loser. Well, what did she have to lose? She didn't have anything to begin with, anyway.

Knowing that there wouldn't be anyone in the house, she left and headed to the place that he said. The only place there was called Riverside Boarding House. After a quick inquiry, an elderly woman led her to his room where he sat bundled and asleep.

The door closed behind her and she spoke. "I don't mean to wake you but I really need you to answer some questions. Why is my being such a...sexually charged virgin such a big deal? Why do you want to help me? What's in it for you? And...what you said about Tommy wanting me. Is that really possible?"

 

[HornyDog2017]

Winston's subconscious had been tracking Carrie's aura from the moment he'd gone into his energy restoring trance. It alerted his conscious self when her route clearly meant she was coming his way, yet his eyes remained closed until she had entered his room and spoke.

"I don't mean to wake you but I really need you to answer some questions."

He let the blanket fall away from his shoulders, and standing he turned to face and very slowly near Carrie as she continued.

"Why is my being such a...sexually charged virgin such a big deal? Why do you want to help me? What's in it for you? And...what you said about Tommy wanting me. Is that really possible?"

"Let me address the Tommy question first, Carrie," he said in a soft, friendly voice. He smiled with confidence as he continued, "I can teach you how to not only gain Tommy's undivided attention ... but, if you wish it ... I can teach you how to turn him into a love sick puppy ... who will spend every moment ... of every day thinking of nothing but being at your side ... or even ... in your bed. I mean ... if that is something that interests you."

Winston gave Carrie a moment to fantasy being Tommy's lover, something he was certain she'd imagined a million times before Winston's arrival in Willow Grove.

"Concerning your status as being pure of body ... as well as what is in this for me," he continued, still moving ever so slowly toward Carrie. "You have seen examples of my magic. You have no doubt that I am what I claim to be."

He raised a hand toward the light switch on the wall behind Carrie and the bare bulb above her went black. Suddenly, the room's only illumination came from the indirect glow of the full moon, high above the town and out of the pair's sight. Next, Winston half turned toward the balcony and -- again with a raised hand that touched nothing -- opened the second of the French style doors to give them a view of the moonlit Willow Grove Pond. The sound of bull frogs and crickets seemed to double in volume, and the sky beyond the balcony filled with the roaming, intermittent flashing of fire flies.

The simple fact of what was happening would have been magical enough for most people. But adding the fact this was the wrong season for the mating dance of fire flies and the fact that the flying beetles of the Lampyridae family weren't even indigenous to the Willow Grove area made the event even more spectacular. But Winston wasn't done: as he turned to continue speaking to Carrie, the fireflies entered the room and began dancing all about the pair of them, their flashes reflecting off the glass surfaces of the mirrors, picture frames, lamps, drinking glasses, and more to make the moment even more incredible.

"The energy with which I perform these ... fun things," Winston said with a playful smile, "comes from the Earth. Mother Nature ... Gaia ... God. What ever word you wish to use. But ... while I take my energy to do these things from what the planet has to offer ... to learn new things ... to gain new magical abilities ... that comes from another place altogether."

By now, Winston was standing well within reach of Carrie but kept his hands at his side. He didn't want her to fear him as he continued his explanation. He also didn't want her to flee, so without her understanding that it was happening, he casted a very simple spell of Calming on her. It would slow the rise of panic in her, should it happen, giving him the time he needed to fully explain himself before she decided whether to remain, flee, slap him silly, or whatever.

"To learn new magic, Carrie ... to widen my abilities ... I need something from you." He hesitated a moment before saying firmly with a serious expression, "I need your purity, Carrie. I assure you that Tommy will be yours ... but first ... before that ... you must be mine. Carrie ... I need to claim your virginity ... for myself."

 

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Carrie listened as Winston explained that he could teach her how to make him like her. Her mouth twisted in disappointment. He would probably tell her to wear skimpier clothing, train her to be more exciting, and teach her so she can be brilliant at something. Well, that wasn't her, and she didn't want to change herself. Besides, she was already brilliant at drawing. Not a few artists told her that she was really good, so she had that.

There probably wasn't much to magic that could bend the will of a person.

But even as she doubted, the scenery changed. The air felt like it shimmered around her reverberating with magic and the supernatural, but with charm instead of frightening hocus pocus. She shouldn't still be surprised after the display of power, but this was different from her previous experience. Gentle. Beautiful. Charming. And very much calming. Never having seen a firefly in real life before, her hand reached out to touch a firefly that evaded her touch shyly. And in that moment, she felt at one with nature. The universe. She felt a sense of peace that she never had. Like everything made sense. Like everything was just as it was supposed to be.

By the time her eyes landed on Winston, he had closed the distance, and instead of panic at everything, she felt...alright with it. Strange...

"I need your purity, Carrie. I assure you that Tommy will be yours ... but first ... before that ... you must be mine. Carrie ... I need to claim your virginity ... for myself."

Carrie blinked as the words came out of Winston's mouth. She balked and took a step back. "You must be insane. In exchange for teaching me how to dress more like a girl and changing myself for who I'm not, you take my virginity away? No way! And even if I believe your stuff will work, I'm not the kind of girl who would just throw her virginity away. Hello? I'm an 18-year old virgin. I can control myself, thank you very much.

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I have better things to do than to please your perverted desires." Carrie huffed and turned on her heel to leave. Sure, Winston wasn't bad looking, but there really was no reason for her to give her virginity just because some magic-wielding stranger asked for it.

 

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Winston wasn't entirely surprised by Carrie's reaction, of course. He'd casted the Calming spell to give him time to get his proposition out, but it had its limitations, as did all spells. Her obvious distaste for the idea of opening her thighs to Winston caused the spell to dissipate in a flash.

That didn't mean she was going anywhere though: the door flew shut with a thunderous slam, and Carrie's entire body went rigid with the casting of a Halt spell. Winston walked casually around to face the frozen teen, standing so close to her that his entire body tingled at the effect of intruding upon the corona like boundary of her aura, into what some people not of magical ability would simply refer to as personal space

"Carrie, please," he said in a calm, peaceful voice. "Do not misunderstand me. I do not wish for, nor will I take anything you will not willingly give me. Please ... just give me a chance. A chance to earn that for which I ask. Give me one moon. If, in one moon, the man of your dreams is not begging you to be his one and only, I will depart your town, never to darken your doorway again."

He raised a finger, which seemed to sparkle a bit as if he were going to cast a spell again. He smiled, continuing, "But ... if you are happy with what I have done for you ... if I have given you everything your have ever even imagined wanting ... from Tommy ... from Willow Grove ... from life itself ... lay with me ... allow me the honor ... help me reach a new level."

He backed away a step and turned out of Carrie's path. The door opened untouched, and Winston said, "the Summer Carnival begins tomorrow. Meet me there, please."

He gave her a deep bow, as if she was a Princess, and suddenly she had total control over her body...

 

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Carrie headed for the door but she couldn't move and the door shut, by then the calming spell was shaking in opposition to her real emotions. Panic warred against calm confusing her, but she wasn't confused enough to not understand what Winston was saying. Even as he released her, she ran his words still not sinking in.

Part of her couldn't believe he had the audacity to ask, but he was so convinced he could do it that the confidence oozed out of him. It was like half a dream and half a nightmare as she ran back to her house. She closed the door behind her, panting as she tried to replay in her head everything that happened.

A wizard came into her life, demonstrated his power, told her that he could grant her her wishes in exchange for having her first ever sexual experience with him. That was pretty much what happened in a nutshell...

Come to think of it, how many virgins had agreed? He seemed powerful if he could manipulate time and even others. And he seemed like he could do so much more. Which meant that if he had leveled up that much, then he had taken many virgins. Fulfilled that many wishes.

Her mind's eye imagined Tommy. Perfect Tommy who would never even give her the time of day. Hers. She bit her lip. What if she really could have him? Would that be worth her virginity? One that she was saving for marriage? Or at least, the right one. Besides, what if she realized later that she didn't want Tommy. Could the magic be undone, then?

Well, nothing was confirmed. There was a trial period. Besides, except for when he froze her, he never forced her to do anything.

So, fine. He'll meet him tomorrow.

 

[HornyDog2017]

The Summer Carnival was Willow Grove's biggest event of the year. Not being the County Seat, it didn't have a county fair. Being surrounded by grain fields that were a fire hazard in July, it wasn't a safe place for fireworks and, therefore, didn't have a very spectacular Fourth of July celebration either. The founding of both the State and the town both fell during the second week of June, and typically that second weekend of the month fell between the end of the school year and the start of the vacation season. So the Chamber of Commerce had jumped on the opportunity to throw a birthday celebration for the town and state that, over the decades, had turned out to be a shindig that would draw from counties far and wide thousands of visitors ... and their wallets.

Each of the four days of the Carnival -- Thursday through Sunday -- offered many of the same recreational opportunities, from fair style game booths to the stock animal show to face painting to musical acts on the main stage. But the early afternoon of Thursday offered something that Winston himself needed to begin Carrie's conquest of Tommy's heart: the talent show.

Winston didn't so much meet his hopefully-future-lover as he guided her. Again, he was following her aura as she arrived at the carnival's entrance. He could have simply spoken to her without words, as he had when he'd asked her to meet him at the boarding house that night. But instead, Winston simply planted suggestions in her mind, causing her to take a right here, take a left there, go forward, wait, go this way and then that.

By the time he'd ceased his manipulation of her, Carrie was standing at the back of the stage where an organizer -- Mrs. Lee, the high school's music teacher -- hurried out to take Carrie by the elbow.

"Hurry, dear, you're late!" demanded the thousand year old looking teacher who had been at the school since Carrie's grandfather had been a student. She urged Carrie through the make shift curtains and past some of the other performers, some of whom were waiting for their chance, some of whom were sobbing because the harsh crowd had made fun of them. She went on, oblivious to the fact that Carrie had absolutely no idea what the hell was happening, "Now, the accompanist has your music, but the mike isn't working, so ... you're gonna have to really bellow out your song to make the crown hear you."

When the pair burst out onto the stage, the crowd was revealed to be barely twenty people: half of them were rambunctious teens that had been coming to the Carnival's opening day year after year to ridicule the acts; and the other half were old and gray folk who simply had nothing better to do on a Thursday afternoon. Other than that, the dozens of benches made of split logs set upon concrete blocks were empty.

Very conspicuously, though, was one seemingly young man sitting off to the side, performing amazing sleight of hand tricks for a trio of kindergartners before looking up to Carrie to wink...

And just as conspicuously was one single log bench dead center in the mass of empty benches. And sitting in the middle of that bench, surrounded by his tag-alongs, was Tommy Lee ... who rolled his eyes at the sight of Carrie Thompson taking the stage.

As he looked up toward her, still performing his magic without seeming to pay it any attention, Winston caught the attention of an obviously panicked Carrie. Now, he did speak to her, mind-to-mind: Sing. You will do fine. I promise.