Amy opened her eyes and smiled. "Is it morning already?" she asked Athena. Amy didn't seem turned off that she woke up in bed with another girl. In fact, she seemed quite pleased by it.
A groan from behind Athena caused her to turn her head to her right. Kevin was waking up.
"Good morning, Athena," he said, groggily. "That was some time we had last night."
"You can say that again," Amy said, smiling. "Before last night I never imagined that I'd ever have sex with another girl. But now I can't imagine not having it. Athena, you make it feel spectacular." Amy moved her hand towards Athena and began to caress her naked breast.
My god! Athena thought. Steve really was doing a three-way last night.
She grabbed Amy's hand and pushed her away, almost shoving her off the bed. "I only have sex with boys," she said, sitting up and trying to move out from between Amy and Kevin and then off the bed.
"Not last night you didn't," Amy reminded, although really it was Steve who was in control of Athena's body the previous night, not Athena.
Amy got up out of bed and walked towards her, completely naked. "You fucked me good, Athena. You fucked us both good."
Athena looked around and found her clothes. After picking them up, she immediately dressed. "It was a mistake," she said, then left.
Amy almost felt like crying. She really liked Athena.
When Tiffany woke up, she smiled. Immediately after the swap, she remembered feeling disturbed and disgusted by her new supposed lifestyle. But now she felt totally different about it. And why not? Ever since she began dabbling in witchcraft, she had had the most fun of her life. She loved what she had become and never wanted to go back to being the air-headed slut she used to be.
Sitting at the edge of her bed, Tiffany looked down at the cage in the corner of her room, the cage that held her faithful servant Zach Jones. Or rather, what used to be Zach Jones. He had been so twisted by her spells that he no longer even resembled Zach, let alone even a human being.
"Hello, Mistress," Zach said, with a slurred and gravely voice.
"Hello, my pet. It's Friday. The end of the week. Are you excited to see the big game?" Zach Jones, just like most of the school, anticipated home-played football games, such as the one that night.
"No, Mistress. I'm only interested in things that you like."
She smiled. "Then what do you want to do?"
"I want you to experiment on me more. I would do anything for you, Mistress. Anything."
"I know, Zach. I know."
