Rosana Hatley decided to tease poor and not-so-innocent Wendell Holloway under a table in a public meeting with her foot.
~xXx~
The first thing Wendell noticed was the smell of food and the noise of other people circling the kitchen. The Bradford House had always been full of life, a part of which was thanks to the half dozen Bradfords circling the house at any one time. But it looked like an entire herd of elephants was stamping around the house, and by the time he reached the bottom of the stairs, he was immediately dragged away by a distraught Carmen.
"Oh dear, can you help the boys in the garden?" Carmen quickly asked, but between her flushed cheeks and her urgent look, her request was the furthest thing from a request.
Carmen left and returned to the kitchen before he had time to respond. He nodded, particularly grateful that this was all she was asking him to do. Repeatedly lately, Carmen Bradford had been trying to get Wendell to open up about his failed relationship with Shelby. Not so much the whys of how it ended, but the "She misses her so much, why don't you come by more often?" and other little pushes. One day he knew he would reach his limit and tell her, in no uncertain terms, that he and Shelby would never be anything again. And he could imagine how good that little conversation would go when it happened. Until then, he was happy to avoid this as much as possible, stepping into the garden to keep himself busy with the other guests and avoid Jasper and Shelby's mother for a while. If he was lucky, maybe he could get some seats before Carmen arranged the seats with him and his daughter together.
"Where does someone need me?" Wendell quickly asked, clapping his hands as Charles and Jasper levitated flags and candles with their wands. But the immediate response came as a nearby laugh, coming from a witch who seemed to have come straight from a wonderful slap-in-the-face display of Thoroughbreds in ripped jeans, boots, and vest.
"You must be popular at parties."
Rosana Hatley just smiled happily, jumping up beside Wendell and enveloping him in an overzealous one-armed hug. "How is it going?"
"I'm fine… I mean as well as possible." Wendell smiled. There was just a natural charm about Rosana that put him in a good mood. Nothing felt too big when she was able to push it away. And that's when he realized: she was so perfect. "Actually…do you think you could do me a favor?" Wendell asked quietly, pulling her away from the Bradford boys.
Rosana quickly arched a silver brow, looking at him in puzzlement. "I'm flattered, but…are you sure the age difference doesn't matter to you?" Rosana muttered happily and quickly smiled as her hair turned curly and blond and she played with her bangs. "I mean, I think I can do something just for you..."
"Shhh - you're perfect," Wendell said quickly.
"Flatterer." Rosana said with a pout. "Alright, what can I do for you?"
Wendell wasted no time begging her to sit across from him, only to really make sure there was no conspiracy going on to try to get him in touch with his ex. Even as he put it out, he half expected her to let out a huff or roll her eyes. Even Rosana Hatley had her limits when it came to madness. But luckily she just hummed and nodded.
"I won't lie, I was going to bet money she would, you know. But lucky for you, I'm a good friend and I didn't find anyone who would accept me. So you got yourself a partner." Rosana said casually
Wendell was so grateful that he actually pressed a kiss against the side of her head, immediately turning her hair a vivid shade of red when Rosana leaned back and smiled again.
"Merlin, what kind of thanks does a girl get for going further?" Rosana joked happily.
"Yeah, well..." Wendell muttered and quickly rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly feeling a little awkward. After all, Rosana was a few years older than him, not to mention their recently failed relationship. "I'm just grateful, right?"
"Don't tie your panties in a knot." Rosana giggled happily, elbowing him in the ribs. You really need to relax a bit, and it's time for you and me to spend some quality time together."
~xXx~
The table felt crowded and squeezed between Jasper on one side and George on the other was enough to make Wendell feel a little claustrophobic. It didn't help that their elbows often bumped together as they grabbed their silverware and passed food between them. But at least he wasn't stuck sitting across from Shelby. Rosana was true to her word, as usual.
As soon as Jasper grabbed him and pulled him into the chair beside him, Rosana practically fell into the seat opposite him with a wink and a smile. Almost immediately she started striking up a conversation with Rose, and she started waving her hands quickly as she described her latest assignment from her "exciting" job to the extreme.
"Now, Shelby, sit close – ah."
Wendell pretended to be too interested in putting a couple of baked potatoes on his plate to notice, but there was no doubt that Carmen hoped to play matchmaker and seat him and her daughter together. He knew she was disappointed when they parted, but there was no chance that flame would rekindle.
"Yes, well, ah! You can sit here next to your father and me."
Wendell heard her say, peeking in time to see Rosana waving her suddenly reddened eyebrows at him and continuing her conversation with Rose.
At a magical table in a magical courtyard, and part of a magical world, Wendell wondered why they were all huddled together. His elbow must have collided with George's every thirty seconds, and under the table he felt someone's leg bump into his every now and then. It was cozy, and there was that feeling of welcome and familiarity that seemed to go hand in hand with the Bradfords and their events, but it was still…crowded, Wendell always thought about it, as Jasper patted his arm again and laughed.
"Sorry man." Jasper smiled, wrapping an arm around his best friend's shoulder suddenly and pulling Wendell into a hug. Jasper chuckled as his plate was pushed to the side of the action, and another leg started attacking Wendell's under the table.
"Jasper honestly." Rose spoke quickly and frowned at them as Wendell set his plate right and adjusted his glasses. "I can't take you anywhere can I?"
"Bradford family reunion," Wendell told her matter-of-factly. "So, if anything, I found an old book for you, Mrs. Bradford."
"Clear." Rose hummed happily, before smiling apologetically looking at Wendell. "I'm sorry, I'll punish you when we get home."
"It's all right." Wendell hummed, waving away. Underneath the table, the leg was getting distracted. Whoever owned it was without the shoe, and he felt the soles and toes moving back and forth over his calf in a slow, mesmerizing way. He finished preparing the dish and looked at it, where Rosana and Angelina Johnson-Bradford were engaged in an extensive conversation about something he hadn't quite heard. But Rose just looked at him, smiling demurely.
"Are you okay?" Rose asked. "You're looking a little… embarrassed."
Beneath the solid wood table, invisible to all, the mysterious foot crept a little higher, resting slowly against his knee. It was definitely a woman's, except the size was small, almost delicate. Rose stared at him a little more closely, and he couldn't help but think that she was the one teasing him.
"All right." Wendell said, shaking his head before tapping his empty juice glass. "Maybe I drank a little too quickly, you know?" Wendell spoke quickly and Rose gave him another look, full of concern, and he felt her toes curl into her leg muscle. Part of him couldn't believe it. Even though there were times growing up that he looked at Rose as more than just her best friend, he never expected anything like this from her. And after all, she was married to one of his best friends! He glanced sideways at Jasper, wondering if this little tease was for him. But he was already too busy eating his dinner, oblivious to everything going on under the table. Sitting across from them, Rose gave him another intense look as his foot began to rub up and down her inner leg.
Married, good friend or not, there was something so alluring about his deep brown eyes and the slow rise of his sole against her leg. And for the first time since their teens venturing together, Wendell wondered what might happen between them if it weren't for the Bradfords in their lives.
"Maybe I should buy something a little... tame," Rose smiled, giving Wendell a shrewd look.
Wendell quickly felt his heart pound a little more as he wondered what possible meaning this could have, until she pushed away from the crowded table and stood up, holding her glass and heading towards a nearby drinks bench. But most of all, his foot was against her leg, slowly crawling up and down as her toes curled over her muscle, before squeezing it once more, dropping and disappearing. Wendell felt her face heat up once more, his mind a jumble of thoughts ranging from who was her mysterious tease and whether he was really thinking Rose was giving him signals. He quickly looked back around the crowded table, where schoolmates chatted and laughed and continued on in their little private worlds. Sitting right across from him, Angelina finished telling an obscene joke that made Rosana's hair change color as she laughed.
Wendell quickly cleared his throat and nibbled at his food, rubbing his knees under the table. It wasn't possible that he had just gone ahead and imagined all of this... was it?
Rosana was right, he needed to calm down. Or at least get out, more.
~xXx~
The dirty dishes disappeared with a few flicks of a wand, replaced by bowls of ice cream and toppings and puddings galore. Dessert was a meal in itself for a Bradford-style meal, and when everyone pulled something for themselves, Wendell was feeling more sober than before. He told himself that the previous little incident was apparently only in his mind. Or there was a very perverted poltergeist at the party that no one else noticed was teasing him. Anyway, there was no way his best friend, who was married to one of his oldest friends, was teasing him under the table, and Wendell couldn't look at Rose without imagining her naked and perched on his lap, whimpering as she bounced up and down on his erection….
Those are all the effects of alcohol and loneliness!
"Here, Wendell." George said with his mouth full of dessert. "Angie and I were wondering what the chances were that you were going to take up a professional sports career again. I mean, you should have some free time when you're not being chased by the papers."
"Well…" Wendell opened his mouth and paused, the words dying in his throat as he felt a tingling sensation in his groin. The telltale sensation of some spell being cast that caught the zipper of his fly and began to pull him down. He looked up and down the table, hyperaware of anyone with a hand on their wand. But all he saw were witches and wizards holding their ice cream bowls and spoons, or drinks, or talking to each other…. Everyone except Angelina, whose hands were hidden under the table.
"Yes, Wendell."
Angeline insisted when he felt the zipper go down all the way. He didn't dare look down, knowing that any attention he drew would be immediately investigated by George and Jasper. But as soon as he felt his jeans open completely, the spell ended, and he watched the older girl bring her hands up from under the table. Long, dark fingers curled around her bowl in a shy way, and he tried not to look as she smiled at him.
"Nothing too serious." Andeline continued to talk casually, stirring the dessert with her spoon. "But every once in a while, if you wanted to play the game for us, it could help a lot to give us a little attention..."
"You might not like all this much, but you're basically wizarding royalty, mate." George continued, gulping down some more of his ice cream and nudging him with his elbow.
Wendell just nodded, his mind entirely elsewhere as he felt the same footing before returning. Boldly this time, as he felt their legs slide gently against his and spread his knees apart before sliding into his lap.
"I think so." Wendell muttered, looking at his two former teammates. George, who luckily finished his bowl and looked ready to get another one, and his wife Angelina. Tall, pretty, with chocolate skin and a patient smile on her face. And all the while, Wendell felt that same leg before pressing it between his thighs. His little toes stirred and massaged along the length of his cock, which began to swell and grow against his will.
"What about this?" Angelina asked curiously, putting the spoon in her mouth and pulling it out slowly.
Wendell took a breath and shook his head, taking another look at the table and seeing if anyone else around him might be busy playing with him. But the only witches around him were Rose, Rosana, and Angelina, and the other two were engrossed in a debate about something involving some kind of summoning ritual for a big-bobby demon. As if to discard them entirely, he felt the mysterious fingers curl around the front of his boxers, awkwardly pulling them back and forth, releasing his growing excitement. Something that seemed very complex to someone in the middle of an argument. But not for a woman sitting there, looking patiently at him as she sucked on her spoon. Wendell gave her a questioning look, and he was answered by a soft, warm shadow over her hardened flesh, putting just a little pressure on him to make him harden completely.
"I think I can always make time," Wendell managed to say. Underneath the table, unseen by everyone, the delicate foot began to rub up and down against her aroused arousal, pressing here and there and letting him throb with each teasing. Wendell had to fight the urge to lean back and look down. He knew immediately that he would find out who his pliable torturer was, but not without giving Jasper and George an inside view of his untucked cock And if he found that the restless leg was dark and firm, like the athletic Angelina was, he could only imagine what George would say about it. Hell, Wendell wasn't sure what he would say about it. Even if she, Katie and Alicia were nice to him at school, and yes, the older girls were obviously affectionate to him, she was married like everyone else. But between the warm look she gave him and the slow, sensual pressure sliding over her male age, he once again found himself fantasizing about another man's wife.
Maybe he didn't know George as well as he knew Jasper. Maybe it was her bare toes squeezing his swollen tip and pressing against his shaft. But either way, it was a little easier for Wendell to imagine Angelina's long legs wrapped tightly around him as he pushed in and out of her dark, silky body.
"It would be great if you could." Angelina hummed, leaning forward a little. The pressure on Wendell's arousal increased, and her leg stroked up and down. It took a lot of strength not to reach under the table and grab her ankle to keep her from teasing him so hard, but he kept both hands on his bowl. It didn't stop her hips from moving forward, however, he felt her toes curl a little more as he did.
"I'm sure I can work something out," said Wendell, as calmly as he could. "After all, it would be fun to play with the old team again."
"It would be great." Angelina smiled happily.
A drop of pre-gum dew forced its way to her wooden head, and Wendell felt his big toe rub the tip of it with a little more force than before. His hands gripped his bowl a little harder, determined to avoid making a noise and exposing himself.
"We would all like it. I know Alicia would love to see her sweet little brother again," Angelina said quickly.
His bare foot against her crotch flattened out and began to move up and down a little faster, the pressure a little firmer. Wendell forced a strained smile as he ate some ice cream, willing it to cool down. At the rate she was going, it was probably only a matter of time before he hit his limit, and then there would be problems, lots of problems. Even if he could avoid making a scene as he silently walked into a dining room table, all surrounded by friends, there would be confusing evidence if nothing else.
"Me too." Wendell forced himself to say something. "It's been a long time."
"Oh wait!" Angelina squirmed in her seat, crouching down beside her and grabbing her bag. "I'm pretty sure I have her address, if you want to text her..."
Wendell Holloway quickly blinked and looked at Angelina Bradford. No matter how tall and supple she was, he would have bet a few gold coins that she wasn't able to turn around in her chair and still stretch her leg across her lap. Not without some kind of bizarre potion or spell to help her anyway. And all the while, his foot against her cock continued to squeeze and stroke up and down...
Wendell really couldn't take it anymore. As Angelina rummaged through her purse for Alicia Spinnet's address, Wendell pulled her glass aside and gave it a quick tap with her elbow. Immediately the empty glass tipped over the edge and he pretended to try to catch it.
"Oh, dammit." Wendell grunted, though he was barely noticed. Jasper and George were too busy with his desserts, and he took the opportunity to peek under the table as he bent down to pick up his wayward glass. There, sitting across from him, was Rosana Hatley, of course. One leg crossed over the other. But one was free of the boot she wore, and he watched as she wiggled her toes, each painted a different color. Her leg rocked back and forth playfully, as if she was silently laughing at him. And knowing Rosana, she was.
Wendell almost felt silly for not suspecting her in the first place. Wendell straightened, her glass retrieved when he gave her a shrewd look. Rosana looked up, still talking to Rose, but giving him a sly smile and a seductive wink.
"Are you there, Wendell?" Rosana asked innocently. "Looks like you have a boggart in your pants."
"Something better." Wendell fired back immediately, earning a laugh from Jasper. Rosana just waggled her eyebrows at him and shifted in her chair. No doubt putting his foot back in his boot, he thought. Now that she had fun and he caught her, he hoped that was it. He really should have known Rosana Hatley better.
~xXx~
Wendell didn't really plan on staying that long, but the plans never worked out well for Wendell Holloway. It wasn't the dark wizards and wartimes, either, just Jasper Bradford and plenty of whiskey, followed by lewd songs and screams from everyone around him. By the time Wendell managed to apologize, after quietly settling himself and getting back up, he wasn't surprised to find it was after ten.
"I think I'll be hiking in a minute." Wendell said softly, looking back towards the end of the table. Shelby was still sitting there as she spoke to her mother. But every now and then Carmen gave a vague gesture in her direction, and he didn't like it one bit. Rosana may have saved him from a weird dinner, and then tortured him herself, but he wasn't free until he managed to escape without a problem. How did he manage to do that and thank the people Bradford was something he had not yet discovered.
"Oh Wendell!" Angelina quickly reached out and handed him a piece of parchment, smiling almost apologetically. "Alicia." Angelina quickly explained, before adding to keep the offer in mind. He just smiled and nodded, looking at the note in his hand: Sorry about that. Rosana made me do it.
"I'll have a word with her soon, I'm sure." Wendell said to Angelina, pushing the note into his pocket and pushing his chair away from the table. He wondered how much of what went on under the table she knew.
"Hi, you're not leaving, aren't you man?" Jasper quickly asked about the noise. "We were thinking about a little game in the evening. What did you say?"
"I'm going to the bathroom." Wendell responded quickly by lying, patting his best friend on the shoulder and heading towards the smorgasbord of Bradford. It wasn't an urgent call from nature, but at least he could escape and then say he felt bad. It was a weak excuse, and he knew it, but Wendell was determined not to be dragged into one of Carmen's "we miss seeing you around here" moments. And after Rosana's little feat, he was looking forward to a cold shower. Or a long, hot one, if he felt so alone.
"My brother from another father and another mother, but still my Dark Lord defeating blood brother."
Wendell jumped when Rosana just seemed to appear beside him, grinning wildly at her little surprise. "How do you do that, my sister from another mother and another father, but still my blood shifter sister?" Wendell cursed with a hand to his chest.
Rosan shrugged, and her messy shoulder-length hair seemed to bounce with the movement. A new shade of teal. "I am a girl of many talents." Rosana said wisely. "And by the way, you impressed me that you didn't blow up on me before. I would have lost money on that bet with how lonely you were."
Wendell gave Rosana a flat look. He could just imagine her betting on it too. "I didn't know you were so into gambling lately. Would you mind sharing why you did all this under the table?" Wendell spoke quickly and walked past Rosana and opened the kitchen fridge, grabbing a cool, uncapped drink. A playful pout greeted him as he closed the door, looking totally out of place for her heart-shaped face.
"What? Didn't like it? It sure looked like you liked it." Rosana asked curiously.
"If you continued, you would know how much I liked it." Wendell said casually.
"You have no idea what an ego boost it is to hear you say that." Rosana happily smiled.
"Right. Is that why you thought it was a good idea?" Wendell asked curiously and held up his bottle only for Rosana to take it from his hand, leaning back and taking a sip as she winked at him.
"Yes." Rosana said as she swallowed. "And it looked like you needed it. And I think you've been kind of hot forever. And I've wanted to do this with you since you were eleven." Rosana said quickly and walked over to her, pushing her drink back into her hand as her hair glowed crimson red. Another step and Rosana was completely in her personal space, close enough to feel her warmth as she stared at him. "Did you ever think that maybe it was time you stopped worrying about shit and just live a little?"
Wendell swallowed hard. Rosana was attractive, and not just when she wanted to be. A shapeshifter, of course, but more than that. A few years older, she was fun, seductive, energetic and very confident. Merlin knew he would have taken her company during those dark days if she could, even though he was just as moody as the rest of his teenage companions. And now it was impossible for him not to notice how soft and moist her lips felt, or the subtle scent that wafted from her neck. And when did her throat feel so kissable?
"I wouldn't be very good at it." Wendell muttered, not realizing his voice had grown thicker. "I don't have much practice."
Rosana smiled slightly. This was a symbolic gesture. A reason for her to leave before Wendell made a fool of himself. But Rosana liked to be silly, and one more step placed her knee between his legs. "I can show you if you want." Rosana whispered shyly.
Almost like a promise. She was everything Wendell wasn't used to, and now that he was close enough to see, Wendell wanted this. He wanted to do something bold and stupid like lean over and kiss Rosana right on her lovely lips.
"All right." Wendell hummed. And Rosana advanced him. A smile spread across her features before she rose on her tiptoes and pushed her mouth against his. Suddenly Wendell tasted booze and lip gloss and fun and excitement before her tongue swept across his lips and disrupted his entire thought process. Her hands were everywhere, and he grunted as he felt her pat him on the front of his jeans. He was already feeling hard again, and Rosana seemed to purr.
"Yes. That's a powerful ego boost, Wendell Holloway." Rosana muttered happily and squeezed it a little too hard, making it jump and throb in her hand.
"You are a witch of many talents Rosana," Wendell reminded her as gently as he could as she rubbed and massaged her erection.
"You have no idea, honey." Rosana muttered. Her wand was in her hand a moment later, fell down her sleeve if he had to guess, and with a nod, he felt his belt loosen and his jeans drop. She fell a moment later, dropping to her knees and taking him in her hand. Vision of her blurred as he felt her hot tongue running along its length, from base to tip, before she opened her mouth and engulfed as much as she could.
Wendell could only lean against the fridge and stare, his heart racing and his nerves on fire. And all while Rosana watched from behind her thick lashes, her head bobbing up and down as she sucked on his cock in the middle of her ex-girlfriend's house.
"Screw this." Wendell muttered audibly under his breath, biting his lip to keep from moaning. He quickly looked towards the door, which led to the garden path where all his friends were sitting, drinking and talking. "Is this really the time or the place?" Wendell asked quickly and his answer came in a wink and a twist of her fist on its shaft, her cheeks digging in as she sucked on him hard enough to make his vision blur.
"I thought you were supposed to be brave Wendell." Rosana smiled, her hand pumping her length as she licked her swollen tip. "Am I not pretty enough for you?" Rosana muttered and quickly ducked her head, this time giving him a full view of her doe eyes.
She knew she was attractive, Wendell quickly thought. In true Rosana style, she was just playing with him. And it was working too. It didn't matter that anyone could step on them or that they weren't the closest of friends. She was an older witch, pretty and fun, who had fun making him moan for her. Every hum she made vibrated along her shaft, and each sip pulled him closer to the edge.
"Rosana, if you don't calm down—" Wendell muttered under his breath.
Rosana just grabbed her jeans, her colorful nails trailing down her legs as she thrust back and forth faster on his erection. "That was the point" she seemed to say as she looked at him. The feel of her sensitive tip inside his wet, hot mouth was maddening. But it was the way she looked at him, her hair turning a familiar shade of pink, the same as her lips, curled tightly around his cock, that pushed him over the edge.
Wendell stifled a moan as he bucked and came, his climax hitting him hard enough to make his legs wobble and his eyes blur. All he could do was lean against the Bradford fridge and pull Rosana's hair while she hummed in surprise. He was panting, and his heart was racing as she slowly leaned back half a minute later, his cock twitching and wet from coming.
Rosana pouted at Wendell, her cheeks full until she discreetly spit her seed into her hand and made the mess disappear quickly with a snap of her fingers. "Morgana's breasts." Rosana said, smiling happily at Wendell as he licked her lips. "It really has been a while, hasn't it? Feeling better now love?"
Wendell quickly smiled apologetically, his cheeks burning. "Yes." Wendell said quickly before clearing his throat. "Sorry about that."
"All right." Rosana spoke quickly, standing up and adjusting the front of her clothes. She unfastened her belt without much preamble. "You will make it up to me. What are you going to do next week?"
"Er, what day?" Wendell curiously asked with a slightly raised eyebrow.
"All week." Rosana quickly spoke with a smirk creeping across her face. "I have about two weeks of paid vacation from work and I think we could get some rest and relaxation on a certain private island, away from everything and everyone, huh?" Rosana asked slyly and then, smooth as silk, she took his hand and pulled it down to her open jeans, past the barrier of her panties until his fingertips were pressed against the wet, swollen folds of your cunt. Almost instinctively, he touched her and Rosana bit her lip and purred. "I think it's time you and I got to know each other a lot better, cousin. What do you tell me about this?"
Wendell could not speak. Not while he was so focused on touching her slippery core flesh after coming so hard. He could only nod his head.
"Good man." Rosana smiled happily, slipping an arm around Wendell's shoulder. "Let's get you and I out of here, huh?"
"What about everyone?" Wendell curiously asked, even as her scent began to take over his mind a little more.
"Fuck them…" Rosana snorted and said quickly. "We will send a message later."
Wendell liked how this was sounding in his ears… maybe someone like Rosana was just what he needed.