Chapter 2

“Well, it’s simple really,” Paula smiled warmly. “I graduate next semester. But I need to make sure Alpha Zeta Rho will be left in capable hands.”

“Okay,” Melanie said, still confused.

“Um, who tested out of Algebra and is currently taking Calculus?” Paula asked. “Oh. And who tested out of Biology one hundred? Who went right into Organic Chemistry?”

“Well, I did, I do, but…” Melanie admitted.

“See? I knew you was a genius,” Courtney declared.

“You tested out of Algebra as well, Ms. Brown,” Paula smiled teasingly.

“So? Who’s the genius?” Melanie taunted Courtney.

“So, I figured, I would show you our house, show you the loving, nurturing environment you two could expect to find here and next semester? When you two are eligible to pledge? You would select us,” Paula concluded.

“And that’s it?” Melanie asked, unable, or unwilling to accept such a simple declaration.

Sororities get a bit of a bad rep; just a bunch of party girls, just a bunch of fluff, a bunch of air heads only interested in having fun,” Paula stated. “And, yes, some of them? That might be true. But Alpha Zeta Rho? Our focus is and always has been on academics.”

“But we still know how to PAR-tay!” Elsa from the movie ‘Frozen’ whooped.

“Bridgette, go away,” Paula laughed when Elsa/Bridgette kissed her on her lips.

“So, so, I, I’m wanted? I’m here, because I’m wanted?” Melanie asked, then burst into tears.

She was sandwiched by Paula and Courtney. After a moment, Paula was called away to attend to some AZR official business. Wiping at her eyes, Melanie watched the young woman walk away.

“I was gay? I’d be so in love with her,” Melanie whispered to Courtney.

“Shit! I AM gay and I’m so in love with her,” Courtney admitted.

“I, you, wait, you ARE?” Melanie asked, mouth open in shock. “You’re gay?”

“Oh come on, Melly, seriously? You, you really going tell me you didn’t know?” Courtney laughed happily.

“I, I just never even thought about it,” Melanie said, staring at her friend.

“Well, I am,” Courtney confessed as they then found the snacks table.

“Oh,” Melanie said, grabbing a handful of the Chex party mix.

“That’s all right, huh?” Courtney asked.

“What’s all right?” Melanie asked, then smiled as another girl joined them in raiding the table.

“That I’m…” Courtney said, then clammed up as the new arrival showed Melanie that there were cups for her to scoop the party mix into.

“We are so joining this sorority when we can pledge,” Melanie enthused when the new arrival walked away.

“See? And you didn’t want to come,” Courtney giggled happily.

“I’m so glad you’re my best friend,” Melanie enthused, impulsively hugging Courtney.

Courtney’s reaction shocked Melanie; Courtney kissed Melanie squarely on her thin lips. Melanie stepped back and looked at Courtney in disbelief. Then she turned and scurried away.

Part of Melanie’s brain told her to leave the Alpha Zeta Rho house. But, where could she co? If she returned to the dormitory, Courtney would sooner or later find her; they were together, in the same room. She was in a witch’s costume; she couldn’t go to the library, or the Student’s Union Hall, or the cafeteria.

“Problem?” Elsa/Bridgette asked softly as Melanie wedged herself into a corner of the large common room.

“I’m a pretty good listener,” the pretty girl offered, taking Melanie’s hand and leading her into a small alcove.

“I, I just don’t know what to think,” Melanie confessed.

“Has anything really changed?” Bridgette asked after Melanie told her of Courtney’s revelation then hug and kiss.

“You mean, other than finding out she’s gay?” Melanie asked.

“She was your best friend before,” Bridgette reminded Melanie.

“Well, she kissed me,” Melanie offered.

“Okay. And, that made you feel…” Bridgette prompted.

“Weird,” Melanie said and Bridgette smiled.

“And from what I know about you?” Bridgette said, placing a friendly hand on Melanie’s hunched shoulder. “You’re pretty used to feeling weird.”

“Yeah but not weird like that,” Melanie protested, then giggled as Bridgette smiled wider.

“Look. I’m not going to tell you how you should feel,” Bridgette said.

“Hey, are you stealing my guest?” Paula playfully demanded, encroaching on their hiding space.

“Absolutely,” Bridgette said.

“No, no, no,” Paula said, grabbing Melanie’s hand.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Bridgette laughed, grabbing Melanie’s other hand.

“Tug of war?” Paula suggested.

“No!” Melanie squealed.

“But, seriously, how do you feel about her? Is she still your best friend?” Bridgette asked, giving Melanie a gentle hug.

“Come on; I want you to meet Tracy; she’s the representative from our Norwill chapter,” Paula said. “Where’s Courtney?”

It was a few hours later that Melanie and Courtney managed to intersect one another’s paths. Looking over to the couch, Melanie saw Bridgette give her an encouraging nod. Melanie grabbed Courtney’s hand and gave the worried girl’s hand a gentle, loving squeeze. Then she stepped up and softly kissed Courtney’s lips.

The grandfather clock suddenly chimed. Several of the girls looked over at the timepiece in shock. Some girls looked at the ancient clock, then at one another.

“Oh, Melly! I, I’m sorry I…” Courtney wailed, hugging her friend.

“Shh,” Melanie said, kissing Courtney again.

“Paula! I thought you said that guy wanted too much money get that fixed,” Crystal, the AZR Liaisons Officer demanded as the clock chimed again.

“He did,” Paula said, baffled as another chime sounded. “I mean, where we going come up with three thousand, huh?”

“And is it? It is! It is midnight,” Terri, the chapter’s vice president said, looking at her cell phone. “That thing has never had the right time on it.”

Courtney and Melanie left the AZR house just as the twelfth chime sounded. Holding hands, they scampered across campus to their dormitory. As they scurried, the two talked excitedly about the party.

“Hey,” Amee, one of the dorm monitors smiled as the two winded girls used the electronic kiosk to sign themselves back in. “Stephanie said you guys went to that AZR party?”

“That’s right,” Melanie smiled happily.

“No. Way! I, I would kill to go to one of their parties! What, how was it?” the young lady chirped.

“It, it was really nice,” Courtney said.

“They do anything wild?” Amee asked, eyes alive with excitement.

Melanie and Courtney looked at each other, both thinking of the kiss they’d shared. With an adorable blush, Melanie shook her head ‘no.’

“No. Not really,” Courtney said, her own blush mirroring Melanie’s blush.

“Aw, come on! It’s written all over your face!” Amee protested, laughing. “Come on; you can tell me; I won’t tell anyone.”

“Good night,” the two witches said, scurrying to their room.

I uh, so, so what we do now?” Melanie asked, plopping her witch’s hat onto her desk.

“I, what, what you mean?” Courtney asked, casually tossing her witch’s hat onto the top of their tall dresser.

“I mean, now, now that we, we uh kissed,” Melanie said, wiggling her black skirt down her spindly legs.

“I uh, I don’t know,” Courtney confessed. “I, you, you’re the first girl ever kissed me back.”

“Really? I, as beautiful as you are?” Melanie asked.

“Melly, God! You, you got to be blind,” Courtney smiled happily. “I am not beautiful.”

“You are to me,” Melly declared.

Since neither girl really knew what to do, they decided to simply strip out of their clothes and lay down on Courtney’s bed. From there, nature would take its course.

Nature did take its course. After a few kisses, including a kiss where Melanie and Courtney used their tongues, the girls fell asleep.

Court’s digital clock told Melly it was three twelve in the morning. But the three or four glasses of the far too sweet punch she’d drank at the AZR party were sloshing around in her bladder. Melly lifted Court’s slim hand from her large breasts, softly kissed the fingers, then wiggled out of Court’s bed.

Moving her ankle length shiny black hair aside, Melly slipped her black silk cape over her shoulders. The cape reached to just below her well-rounded buttocks so everything that needed to be covered was covered. After casually knotting the collar, Melly stepped into her black patent leather sandals and quietly let herself out of the room.

The harsh fluorescent lights of the dormitory hallway made her blink her almond shaped black eyes. Melly quietly walked to the communal bathroom at the end of the hall, aware that each step caused the cape to part slightly, exposing quick glimpses of her belly and crotch. Her leather sandals made a soft ‘swish-swish’ sound as she glided on her long, sleek ghostly pale legs.

Stepping into the dank smelling bathroom, Melly stepped into a stall, pulled her long hair aside and sat. With a sigh, she relieved herself. She was slightly startled when she heard another toilet flush, then dabbed herself dry. The black curls that covered her plump pubic mound were soft to the touch and Melly spent a quiet moment just combing her long black fingernails through the soft wisps of hair.

Stepping out of the stall, Melly saw Sharon Schyznyk, a fairly attractive slim blonde at the sink. When she stepped up to wash her own hands, Sharon glanced up into the long mirror over the sinks and made eye contact with Melly. With a hot blush, Sharon looked away.

Melly knew Sharon had grown up in an odd Christian church, the Church of the Risen and Living Messiah that had forbade the wearing of makeup and the cutting of hair. Their church also dictated that clothing should cover women completely, from throat to ankle. And, upon arriving on the campus of Myndee University, Sharon had gone to Salon Cimo and had her floor dragging blonde locks sheared. Her blonde hair was now in an adorable bob that just reached to her jaw, displaying her oval face and golden brown eyes to perfection.

“Hi, Melly,” Sharon whispered, covertly glancing at the raven haired beauty.

“Hi Sharon,” Melly parted her slick black lips, revealing straight white teeth as she smiled.

“I uh, so uh…” Sharon struggled to think of something, anything to say to the beautiful witch.

“That’s a cute pajama set,” Melly said just before hitting the switch for the air dryer.

“Oh! Thank you!” Sharon gushed, delighted at the praise.

Leaving the bathroom, Melly again blinked at the harsh fluorescent lighting. The dorm monitor looked up from her text book and silently watched Melly’s progress from bathroom to dorm room. Each step caused slivers of Melly’s nude body to flash into view. When Melly smiled at the older girl, Amee blushed hotly and intently studied a spot on her textbook. Then her eyes slid back, stealing glances at the striking woman.

Entering the dark bedroom, Melly slipped the cape from her nude body, then slid her sandals from her feet. She quietly slid into bed with Court and wiggled her buttocks back until her butt was in contact with Court’s crotch.

“Hey,” Court sleepily said, putting her arm around Melly’s torso again.

“Hey,” Melly agreed, snuggling against her lover.

At six nineteen, according to Court’s clock, there was a loud shriek. Through thick door and cinderblock wall it was difficult to determine where the shriek had come from, but it was loud enough to rouse Court and Melly from their deep, comfortable slumber.

“Wonder what that’s all about,” Court asked.

“Really,” Melly agreed.

Suddenly, there was a frantic hammering on their door. Melly and Court both rose from their bed. Neither girl bothered pulling their capes on over their nude forms as Melly opened the door.

“You! You God damned witch! You have, you have to take that curse off me,” Kelli Bernard sobbed out, rushing into their dark room.

The girl’s former beauty was no longer visible. Her previously flawless skin was mottled, red and raw in patches. There were blisters and sores festering all over her face, throat and exposed flesh. Her once lustrous blonde waves was scraggly and oily looking.

“Hmm,” Melly said calmly, looking at the no longer beautiful, no longer haughty girl.

“Do it! God damn you,” Kelli sobbed, attempting to claw at Melly’s eyes.

“Court, you’re the one did this,” Melly said, easily holding the thrashing girl at arm’s length.

“Hmm,” Court said, finding Melly’s wand on Melly’s desk.

The light spilling into the dark room from the garishly lighted hall illuminated Court’s ankle length white hair. Her oval face was pale, with luminescent pale blue eyes, sharp nose and pale, almost white pink pouting lips. Her pale throat tapered into smooth pale shoulders and sleek arms.

Court’s large, round breasts were capped with pale pink areolae and nipples. Her sleek belly tapered into round hips and long, sleek pale white legs. Her prominent pubic mound was capped by a strip of soft white curls, looking very much like a tuft of cotton.

Taking the wand in hand, Court said, “When your apology is sincere and true, your beauty shall be restored to you.”

With a flick of her wrist, Court sent a cloud of black smoke toward the frantic Kelli. Melly then shoved the girl back into the hall. Unconcerned that the hall was now filled with young ladies that had come out to see what the screaming was about, the nude Melly stood and regarded Kelli with her dark eyes.

“You have your task; best get to it,” Melly coolly said, black lips parted to show a hard smile.

“You, you can’t, you can’t do this to me!” Kelli wailed, charging the unconcerned Melly.

Stepping back into her room, the witch slammed the door closed. A millisecond later, there was a loud ‘thunk’ as Kelli barreled into the door.

“That was brilliant,” Melly complimented Court and the two girls embraced.

“It was, wasn’t it?” Court giggled.

Melly pressed her plump lips against Court’s pouting lips. She rubbed her large, erect nipples against Court’s rapidly constricting areolae, feeling her hard nipples rasping deliciously against Court’s flesh. Melly thrust her hips forward to press her thatch of soft black curls against Court’s fluffy white curls.

“Shit!” Court complained when her alarm clock suddenly burst to life.

“Tonight, my darling Court,” Melly promised, giving Court one more kiss before reaching for her black cape.

Court pulled on her own thigh length white cape and fetched first Melly’s shower kit, then her own shower kit from their shared closet. Linking fingers, the two witches left their room and journeyed to the communal bathroom. They were unashamed to display their affection for one another in front of their peers.

Entering the crowded bathroom, Melly and Court saw Kelli in one of the shower stalls, frantically attempting to scrub her flesh clean. Looking over the short shower curtain, Kelli hurled insults and threats at the two witches. Melly smiled a menacing smile while Court shook her head sadly.

Even though there was a line of girls waiting their turn, Melly and Court took the next two shower stalls that became available. None of the girls dared to complain about the two cutting in front of them.