Synopsis: We get a chance to meet Sarauk.

 

Sisters of Raven Square

by Misty Dawn and Christy Lake

Part 04: "I took a walk along the creek."

 

Sarauk hummed a tune as she walked to the taxi stand on East Third Street. It was a beautiful sunny afternoon and she was on her way to have dinner with her hostess. There were crews along the street taking down Independence Day decorations she had to duck around a time or two but of no serious consequence to make a large detour necessary. Actually she was several hours early for dinner, she had skipped out of a boring lecture at the Burlington City Business College Auditorium and because it was such a beautiful afternoon, she'd decided to walk to the taxi stand rather than to summon the taxi to pick her up at the door.

One of the conditions her sponsors, Anthony and Prudence Blais had set when they agreed to let her come to the United States was that she lived with Janet while she attended college. Sarauk was sure that her sponsors were more concerned with Sarauk's keeping an eye on Janet, rather than the other way around. Not that the nineteen years old exchange student minded in the least. Though she'd only been in 'the States' a short time, she loved it and wanted to make it her home. She could learn so much from Janet.

The coven's elder, Janet Wainwright was almost hyper-active and was suddenly Sarauk's most favorite person in the whole world. The woman was simply too darned young to be her age. If she had her way, her hostess, Sarauk chuckled, would be her 'adopted' Grandma. Janet had been the first one to encourage her to reach out and grab all that life in the USA had to offer. The young woman smiled as she recalled Janet's latest advice. "You can't just sit on that pretty ass waiting for your ship to come in... you have to swim out and meet it!"

When the taxi drew to a stop at the curb in front of the house, the strapping young man mowing Janet's lawn paused the machine and came over to open the door for her. He asked if she had any packages she needed help with. Sarauk was slightly amused at his eagerness. It was so obvious that he wanted to 'get to know her' a bit. She had no doubt he would soon be asking her to go out with him. It was also quite as obvious she would say yes. The young man was certainly one of the 'hunkier' coven 'vessels'. Being five feet two and only one ten pounds, she was simply dwarfed by him,

"No, I'm just coming from the college. A frightfully boring lecture, and thanks, Mr. Collins," Sarauk smiled when he manfully paid the driver. "I have my key," she said inanely, the healthy aura of the young man was doing wild and wicked things to her insides. "Janet usually takes a nap in the afternoon; I'd hate to wake her to let me in." Why am I saying such stupid things? "I'm going to college here this fall and will be staying here with Janet."

"Well, maybe I can help you to enjoy your stay." He replied invitingly. "There's a club here in town…Bernie's Bayou Blues, where the kids usually go on the weekend. Maybe you'd like to go with me and meet some of them? I'll introduce you around."

"Maybe. But I will have to ask Janet, though." Sarauk almost laughed because it appeared the man was as taken with her as she was with him. Or was it her unbound, shapely "B"s? She was becoming Americanized and enjoyed the freedom of going without a bra.

The "Bayou Blues", as it was called, had been the hottest place to be on the weekends for years. It had once been a church but had been sold several times before it became a night club and evolved into a cruise spot where men took their dates to show them off. In years of late, cruising had become less of a hobby and the club held fascination by smaller and smaller crowds. What now remained were the memories of a time gone by, though it was undoubtedly a place with a magical aura about it.

"She has my number; do give me a call, okay?"

The young girl blushed and nodded as she turned away and started up the sidewalk to the front door. Sarauk could feel the sandy-haired young man's eyes following her. Feeling a bit more than a little frisky, she gave her ass a little wiggle. Might as well give the guy a little treat, she mused to herself. That she already knew of Bayou Blues was unimportant. It was only important that she become a part of the crowd, and as soon as possible.

The long ebony hair of the Egyptian girl swung in gently undulating waves down her back as she walked towards the house. In the manner of girls her age she liked to tweak the interest of the men she passed. All five feet two inches of her one hundred eight pounds was compact in a figure that was more than pleasing to the male eye and she was well aware of her effect on men. The short-sleeved bright yellow blouse that gave a peek of her flat midriff, light blue skort that topped her sleek thighs and snow-white canvas deck shoes completed the picture. The notion he might've noticed she wasn't wearing panties or pantyhose added fuel to the flame heating the simmering hot pot of lust her lower regions had suddenly become.

Moving into the shade cast by the small roof over the stoop before the front door, Sarauk only then reached into her purse for her keys. Janet always told her, have your keys ready before you get to the door. "It's safer that way." But fumbling for her keys at the door gave her the 'golden opportunity' to pose for the young man's appreciation a few second more. Sometimes, Janet Wainwright sounded like the proverbial Jewish Grandmother. The girl knew there were protection wards surrounding her the moment she stepped onto the walk out front. Oh well, it's always better to be safe than sorry,' she murmured softly to herself.

Waving to the exciting gardener, Sarauk walked quickly through the front door and closed it. The young man was still watching her and knowing it was filling her tummy with delicious little flutters. The house was quiet as she entered; no television or radio on. Dropping her purse on the table, Sarauk was about to call out and then thought better of it. If her hostess was napping, there was no sense waking her. Before reaching the end of the long hall, Sarauk decided she was thirsty. Moving to the kitchen, she checked the fridge, only to find that there was no soda. Settling for juice, she poured herself a glass.

"I guess turning on the DVD's out," Sarauk sighed softly as she finished the juice and put the glass in the sink. "Maybe I shouldn't have come back so early."

A sudden soft sound from the direction of the bedroom startled the young Egyptian. She quickly walked to the back bedroom and began to open the door.

"Jan—" Sarauk started to say, but the word froze in her throat as she looked into the room.

Stretched out on the bed, was her seventy-two year-old hostess, totally naked. Her legs stretched out in each direction, the dark haired coven elder was furiously pumping a large snow-white rubber dildo in and out of her gray haired vaginal opening. Her eyes were tightly closed and she was softly moaning; the pleasure she felt could be heard from her lips. It was that sigh of gentle torture only a woman can make which Sarauk had just heard while in the kitchen.

Knowing the proper thing to do was to turn and gracefully exit, the girl found herself helplessly transfixed by the impossibly erotic image before her. Taking a good long look at her hostess, the teen decided that Janet Wainwright may have gained a few pounds and a couple of wrinkles over the years, but she was still a good looking woman. That long dark hair may be dyed, but that was her only arrogance. The elder had simply refused to bow to the effects of time. Though Sarauk had been there but a very short time, she well knew the woman on the bed faithfully adhered to a daily exercise program, one which helped keep her body from deteriorating to the level of most women her age.

Wistfully, Sarauk noted that Janet possessed the largest nipples she had ever seen. The tempting nubs were surrounded by dark two inch areoles. That was one thing she had always been secretly glad to have inherited from her family, whoever they were. While Sarauk's breast mounds were no where near her hostess's class, they were a definite item of interest to most every man she ever spoke with. It was difficult speaking with a person who seemed to be more interested in talking to your chest.

Finally backing out and quietly closing the door of the room, Sarauk decided to leave the house and come back later. Janet would be really embarrassed if she knew her guest had seen her comforting herself in such a manner. As she stepped out onto the front walk, Sarauk couldn't get the image out of her mind. Thinking of Janet as having sexual needs was near impossible. The possibility of either seducing, or being seduced now played in the forefront of her mind.

"You should be so lucky to still be getting off when you get to be her age," she told herself as she eyed the too sexy looking Mr. Collins. Taking 'the bull by the horns' as she'd heard it said by a few Americans, she approached the gardener and boldly asked if he would care to go for a walk with her. Taking a long walk, Sarauk killed about two hours and following an impromptu, tasty extraction under a foot bridge on a dusty country lane, Sarauk found herself back at the farm about five.

"Oh my Sarauk," Janet said meeting her at the door. "I was afraid that you had forgotten your way home."

"No, I took a walk along the creek. I should have left a note, but I did take Mr. Collins along as escort, Janet." Sarauk replied as she kissed the older woman soundly on the cheek.

With an all-too-knowing grin, Janet asked blithely, "Can I get you a soda?" as she closed the outside door behind her. I'm sure you need one…" she paused but a heart beat, 'after such a walk."

"There's no so...." Sarauk started to reply then caught herself. "I mean sure, anything you have would be fine."

"Dinner's going to have to be something really simple tonight, Sarauk," the older witch said as she poured a glass of peach nectar for her ward. "Sheila called this afternoon and asked if I would go in to Burlington with her. She has to attend a business function and is having me go as advisor. I hope you don't mind being alone tonight?"

"Of course not, Janet." The teenager replied as she took the glass of juice. "You go and enjoy yourself, I'll be fine. I'll just crash on the couch and watch a movie on the cable. Or maybe I will take Mr. Collins up on his invitation to visit Bayou Blues?"

"Oh good, I knew you'd find yourself a nice young man! Tom is one of the most popular vessels in our group. You'll soon find a lot of much more interesting things to do on Friday nights than baby-sitting old Janet Wainwright." Janet said as she began to set the table. The coven mistress had no doubts as to why Prue had sent the girl to her. "In fact Mrs. Weinstein was just telling me the other day about her nephew, Norman. He's an accountant, not much older than you and..."

"Let's not go there, Janet." Sarauk said with a sigh. "I'll find my vessels, in my own time."

"Suit yourself, Sarauk. Go call your Mr. Collins before it gets too late." Janet continued as she followed the place settings with a casserole dish and began serving dinner. "But if you keep letting all these eligible young men go by, I might just grab one of them for myself."

Sarauk nearly choked on the juice hearing that. For a split second, she imaged her hostess lying in bed with a 'nice young man' and felt a sudden surge of sheer jealousy!

That's a crazy idea, she quickly told herself. Playing with sex toys is one thing, but the idea of Janet having a lover… this caused her to fill with anger and plain old resentment that bordered on covetousness.

All through their simple, but nutritious dinner, Sarauk found herself wondering if Janet did have a man, or a lover, of either sex, in her life. Not some young stud of course, but someone more her own age. Knowing her hostess's zest for life, she couldn't believe she was settling for a piece of rubber. She didn't count 'vessels' as lovers; none of the coven did.

No sooner had they cleared the dishes when the doorbell rang. Janet said, "I'll get it, it has to be Sheila."

Sheila Carstairs was years younger than Janet. They had become friends about twenty years before, when Sheila was a young initiate. Janet had moved into the farm house after Mister Wainwright had died and left her a business empire to rule. In Looking for an apprentice, Janet took the nymphet under her wing. Sheila had light blonde hair, recently dyed, for reasons unexplained, and it seemed she'd just had a face lift. Sarauk had found her to be a little stuck up when they'd first met, and even a bit haughty, but then, she realized Sheila was Janet's friend, not hers and simply accepted her as that.

"Sarauk darling..." Sheila gushed as she reached for the girl and planted a wet kiss on her cheeks. "It's nice to see you're settling in well." Her eyes took in the short skort and yellow blouse with obvious approval but frowned slightly at the shoes.

"Hello, Sheila." Sarauk said in an unemotional tone. Huummm, that's a daring outfit for a business meeting, isn't it? The woman was showing a lot of cleavage and a whole lot of shapely leg. And those heels! Just a bit too much, even for my tastes! And she's supposed to be a high society fashion-plate? Huummm.

"Goddess, young lady, you're going to be quite the prize for one of our young vessels." She continued. "Pretty soon some young man is going to sweep you off your feet. In fact, my next door neighbor's grandson, Sidney, has just graduated from Columbia and..."

"Sarauk prefers to meet'n'eat her own young men, Sheila." Janet interjected with a laugh.

"Oh well..." Sheila said a little disappointed.

"Thanks...." Sarauk said under her breath to Janet. It seemed to the teen the woman's breasts were also considerably larger than the last time she saw her. Implants? At her age? Goddess, how old is she? The other day she looked almost fifty. Today she looks maybe twenty!

"We shouldn't be too late." Janet said as the two older women headed for the door. "Be sure to make sure the door ward is in place behind us."

"I will." Sarauk said with a smile. She has to be wearing colored contacts! She had hazel eyes the last time I saw her! Not green! It's diabolical! Or demonic! She realized suddenly. She' got a demon under her control. Now that is interesting!

Sarauk waited at the door until the minivan's doors closed the two women in. Then she closed the door and locked it. After stepping away from the door, she hesitated for a second, then stepped back and rechecked the lock.

"Now she's got me doing it!" Sarauk said as she laughed and then ran to her room to get ready for her date with that hunk, Mr. Collins. Vessel or no, he's nice to be with!

One of the interesting people she met that night was a rather handsome man with the impossible name of Armand Hammer. Within a few days, he'd become Sarauk's primary 'vessel'. Though his personality, attitude and manners sucked, his lack of stamina and the quantity, as well as quality of the essence he produced, made it worth the effort of putting up with his shortcomings.

 

The End of Part 04, Year 1, the Raven Square Story, in the Sharla Winslowe Universe – Part 05 next.

  

  

  

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