The Initiation

The chill in the air was tamed by the fire.  Oh, who was she kidding?  It was also tamed by Jessica, Ellie and Tabitha.  She wasn't expecting that.  She wasn't sure what she expected, but it certainly wasn't that.  She knew who they worshipped, who they obeyed.  She knew they even dabbled in magick.  But when they invited her in, when they used the word "initiation," she had laughed.  Yet, the very next full moon there she was.

"Come on, Marcy.  You know you want to."

Tabitha called to her and she shook her head.  She watched her three friends tossing their  clothes in a careless heap.  She knew there was no one for miles.  Still, is this what she wanted?  Tabitha pulled a cheap bottle of wine from her Bohemian handbag.

"Just in case we need a little inspiration..."

She laughed and loosened the screw top, taking a swig off the bottle before splashing a little on the fire.  Marcy's eyes opened wide as the flames flared and danced.

"Clothes, Marcy."

She timidly shed her clothes and added them to the pile encouraged by cat calls and gentle peer pressure.  She wanted to be one of them.  She shared their faith and used their words.  She already prayed to the full moon, usually just clothed   She stood aside and watched them. Tabitha handed her the bottle as she danced around th fire.  Jessica and Ellie followed their fearless leader, laughing and raising their hands to the sky.  Marcy couldn't bring herself to join, not on her own.  Not until Ellie took her hand and pulled her along.  Beautiful Ellie.  Marcy swallowed hard, her eyes caressing every lean slope and plane of her body.  Her pert breasts. Her perfectly landscaped mound.  She shouldn't be looking at her this way.  It was the one thing they didn't know.

She took a swig from the bottle, her hand relaxing in Ellie's grasp.  She imagined that hand sweeping across her belly.  Glancing over her hip.  She took another sip, and then another.  The sun slipped behind the horizon before their revelry calmed.  Tabitha and Jessica wandered from the fire with a blanket and hushed giggles.  Marcy blushed as she saw them clasp hands before they slipped from her view.

"They always do that."  Ellie spoke with a wistful smile.  "Usually they leave me here alone.  Tonight I don't have to be alone."

They settled down on a blanket by the fire.  Marcy's heat, though, came from within.  She looked down and saw her hand still in Ellie's.  She felt her face flush.  Ellie reached over and tucked a long strand of blonde hair behind her ear.

"Don't me scared, Marcy.  It's just me.  It's just prayer.  This is how we pray."

Before she could respond Ellie's sweet mouth was on her.  Marcy gasped.  Ellie's tongue slipped between her open lips.  Marcy's head spun.  She didn't know what to do.  She'd imagined this a thousand times, but never thought it would happen.  Gently, Ellie pushed Marcy onto her back.

"Surrender."
It was the sweetest word.  Marcy could only nod as a soft warm mouth enveloped her nipple.  Light fingertips drifted over her belly.  In the distance she heard sounds of pleasure and praise.  She didn't know.  She never imagined.  A soft hand nudged her thighs apart.  Fingertips drifted to her most sacred place.  Sacred.  That was the word.

She gasped Ellie's name by the firelight.  Never had she offered up such a prayer.  She came with a silent shudder.

"Blessed be."

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Oddly inspired by this one.  I hope y'all don't mind the slightly alternative route.  I was late, Ad, but only a day.  I'm improving!