X sighed dramatically and threw herself on her bed. After a few minutes of wallowing in self-pity, she sat up. “I’m being stupid and dramatic, aren’t I Chewtoy? I can deal with this! I’ve been through law school for goodness sake. Nothing can be worse than that.” X gave herself a pep talk.

“Now to find her. Where do I go? Going back to the same lair would be futile. She’s probably vacated that for good.” X pondered.

X’s cheeks coloured, remembering how she had given The Enchantress her address. “How stupid of me to think she would actually come!”

“Chewtoy, what do you think I should do? Trying to find her on my own will be like a blind chicken pecking at grain!”

***

The Enchantress growled in frustration. She hadn’t been able to shake off the uncomfortable feeling that had come over her since she drove off from her ex’s place. This was so unlike her. Pull yourself together, she told herself sharply. He would have gotten out of those cuffs. He should have, right? Right? She felt a touch of remorse and wondered if she should check in on him.

No, she told herself firmly, he would have found a way out. She knew she would have but this was the same ex who constantly needed her rescuing on his ‘missions’. She rolled her eyes in disdain.

Childish as he was, she did have a great time last night. If there was one thing he was good at, it was turning her on. She thought back to the previous night. His delectable moans as he ate her out. His whimpering as she took him close to orgasm. Her mind drifted to the feverish sex she had had with that hero. There was no denying their mutual attraction. I wonder if we’ll ever cross paths again, she mused.

“I need a break from all of this,” she decided. She picked up her phone and rang her mom up. “Hi mom, can I come home today?”. A squeal of motherly delight answered her question.

Her parents owned a quaint little farm on the outskirts of town, a good three-hour drive away. Packing a change of clothes, she locked up her place and set out. A familiar wave of guilt washed over her. Her adoring parents had no idea who their darling daughter was. They thought she was a journalist, and an excellent one at that. Once in a while, she dashed off an article to a newspaper or magazine, to keep up her ruse.

***

X turned over various possibilities in her head, thoughtfully stroking Chewtoy under his chin. She discarded each idea with an audible grunt of frustration. Suddenly, her eyes lit up. “Rather unconventional, but this ought to work,” she said, eyes sparkling.

“What? Don’t give me that look, Chewtoy,” she protested. She had just signed herself up on a dating app. “I mean, she’s single. At least I think she is. So she has to be getting it somewhere.”

***

The Enchantress parked her car as an inquisitive chicken came up to investigate. She hopped out and shooed it away. The chicken clucked indignantly at the blatant disrespect and ruffled its feathers. Amused, she set out towards the house with a smile on her lips.

Her mother enthusiastically threw open the door at the first ring and gathered her up in her arms. “Aw sweetie, I’ve missed you! You really ought to visit home more often.”

“I missed you too mom,” smiled The Enchantress, “It’s just that I’ve been a bit busy.”

“How’s work, darling? Still leaving the editors flabbergasted with your marvellous writing?” asked her dad proudly, enveloping her in a bear hug.

“Um, yeah dad,” she said embarrassed.

“Where’s that boyfriend of yours? Some grandkids would be nice,” mom wiggled her eyebrows suggestively at The Enchantress.

“Mom! I told you we broke up,” groaned The Enchantress. By rule, she never dated. She only did hook-ups. Her ex had started off as a hook-up which turned into another and then another. Until he was bawling in her arms that everyone he loved left him, so she couldn’t just cut it off then. A lapse in judgement she would never repeat.

“Is there someone else?” dad asked conspiratively.

“Nope. I’ve sworn off dating for a while.”

Sighing in dismay, mom ushered her into her room. “Look what I found. It’s your diary from ages ago!”

“Did you read it?” panicked The Enchantress.

“I would never!” said mom indignantly. “Should be an interesting read for you though. You went through quite a phase,” she laughed.

Curling up on her bed, The Enchantress turned the first page of the diary she had kept during high school. Suddenly remembering, she flipped to the end. She used to keep odds and ends from various dates as mementos, secretly tucked away in her diary. She began looking through them and reminiscing.

She tenderly touched the first one. A lovely pressed rose. She pictured her first boyfriend shyly handing her the rose on their first date. She smiled fondly as she remembered his floppy hair he couldn’t keep out of his eyes, his goofy grin and long lashes. And the way he would sneak up behind her and envelop her in hugs. He was adorable.

She flipped through the next couple. A blur of pressed flowers and movie stubs until she came across a folded-up piece of paper. Her tummy did an involuntary flip as she slowly unfolded it. She knew what that was alright.

She flushed as it all came back to her. It was during her 12th grade when a girl caught her eye, leaving her both confused and incredibly turned on. She remembered her vividly. Her tousled hair hiding her undercut, her ever present smirk, her ‘I know I’m hot’ attitude. Later she would learn she was ‘butch’. After she finally came to terms with her attraction to girls, things got hot and steamy between them.

She would pass her notes in class, which would leave her flustered and squirming in her seat. Her breath hitched as she read the first of many notes.

“I know you’re actually paying attention to class like the goody two shoes that you are. Too bad, I’m not. Want to know what I’m doing? I’m thinking of you. You dressed in nothing but that shirt you’re wearing. Unbuttoned all the way down with nothing underneath. You know what I’ll do then? I’ll pin you against the wall and trail kisses all over you. Leave hickeys on your neck. Suck your hard nipples till you can’t take it anymore and beg me to fuck you already. And you’ll be wet. Dripping wet. I can see you squirming in your seat already. Too bad you can’t concentrate anymore.”

The Enchantress remember dragging her girlfriend out of class after that and making her do exactly what she said she would, in a bathroom cubicle. She felt a familiar tingling between her legs and read the second note.

“Want to know what we’ll do after class? We’ll go over to my place. My parents are out and we have the whole place to ourselves. Like the sound of that, don’t you? And then we’ll watch a movie. Or you will try to watch it while I distract you. With my mouth trailing lower and lower till you give up. And then I’m going to stop and watch the movie while you get frustrated. But you love it when I tease you, don’t you? And then I’ll proceed to fuck you over every horizontal surface in the house. Now don’t flood your panties, you’ve got to wait till after class.”

The Enchantress let out a muffled moan. Her hands slipped into her pants as she frantically unfolded the next note.

“Lend me a pen, will you? And while you hunt for one, I want you to think of how I will thank you for it. With my tongue. On your clit. Pulling away when you’re close. You know how I love teasing you. I love listening to your moans. And I’ll do it again, and again, till you’ve soaked the bedsheets with your arousal. And then I’ll let you come. Remember when you said you’ve never squirted? I’m going to change that today.”

The Enchantress blushed. She had squirted for the first time that day. Multiple times at that. Shuddering, she climaxed, quickly pulling her hands out of her pants and plastering on a smile as her mom poked her head around the door. “Lunch is ready, sweetie. Come set the table.”