Chapter 2: Test Drive
Cassie walked down the novice quarters wing of the Abbey with the book she had borrowed. She had wrapped it up in a towel and had it pressed against her slender chest. Luckily, at this early hour there weren't too many people about. She went to the back of the hall that had rooms for two dozen novices, though there were only a half dozen here now. Up the ancient old wrought iron spiral stair at the end, to get up to the second floor where the Ascended quarters were. Once you learned the Twelve, you were technically a fully vested magician, but in reality you were still a student for several years, learning as you went. She passed Chiara just leaving her room, dressed in tight leggings and a sports bra for her morning run. As usual, she wore a pair of designer sunglasses, smoked at the top.
"Good morning, novice," her Devil greeted her as he locked up his Master's room. Apparently, Chiara had specified she be social with others in his contract. "It's a fine day, isn't it?"
Cassie went beet red, eyes to the floor. "Uh, yeah, thanks, hi. Hi Chiara. Going running?"
The Wizard just looked at her from over the top of her lowered sunglasses as she finished putting her long red hair in a ponytail. "That is obvious, is it not? Go about your business." She nodded off down the hall, then pointedly went in the other direction. "Stupida nuova ragazza..." Her Devil obediently followed after her. Cassie watched them go. It was rumored that Chiara was one of the few Ascended who hadn't used magic to enhance her looks. She had come in from Venice three years ago looking that good. Her beauty and physique were all natural.
Well, I wouldn't say ALL natural
, Cassie thought to herself with a smirk as she went on to the Atrium, thinking of her stuck out stripper boobs.
Bitch
.
She crossed the Atrium up on the second floor, which was really just a wide circular balcony that looked down into the atrium proper below. She could see somebody studying down there at the dining tables, probably Collin. He read compulsively. A couple of people were talking on the balcony, obviously having a private conversation. She went on the other side, crossed into the Master's wing of the Abbey, and quietly dropped off the magic book Ballahrim had graciously let her borrow. Then she doubled back down the main stair. The magic school was called the Abbey because that's exactly what it was, a thousand years ago. It was shaped like a big cross, with the atrium in the center. The student and Master wings were the short side of the cross. The classrooms and kitchens were the upper side. The long lower side was the great library and the practice room.
She had too much nervous energy to hang around as the Abbey woke up. She decided Chiara might have a good idea with a morning outing. Leaving the main building, Cassie crossed over to the little outbuildings built around the cross like a protective wall to the bike shed. They kept a dozen bikes here, that all looked like they were made in Yugoslavia fifty years ago. Big heavy things that only had three speeds. But they worked great. She grabbed a lime green one and sped out away from the Abbey, down the hill and towards the middle of the island.
She wasn't looking for Jonathan. She took the left hand fork down towards the beaches because she saw Chiara bounding along the other road. Definitely not because he would likely be down at the southwest beach. But she was still horny from her 'studies' last night. The long banana seat of the old bike rubbed against her in just the right way as she rode down the rocky slope the Abbey was built on. She was getting a little wet.
Cassie let out a little grunt, pedaling harder to relieve some stress and get him out of her head. But that just seemed to increase the pressure on her crotch as she hit the bottom of the hill at high speed, heading for the charming little Greek village down in the middle of the island. She could see its whitewashed walls and blue roofs. Well, obviously she didn't want to bother the villagers at this early hour, she thought. I'll just go around them. Down to the beaches.
Her mind wandered to the lovely times her and Jonathan had spent down there this past summer. She hadn't been a virgin, exactly, but she had been inexperienced. The Shaman must have smelled it on her. He had been happy to provide a season of tutoring for her. God, that man could fuck for hours...
She parked the bike in the sand just at the head of the southwest beach. The island here dwindled out to a little rocky point, that caught some waves. She shielded her eyes from the harsh, unforgiving Greek sun that had just come up. Even though she couldn't see very well, she knew where to look. Out into the biggest waves. There he was. He had just caught a nice six footer, paddling so his board could catch the peak as it started to crest. He popped up on it with natural grace. She waved to him as he rode it in. He waved back, not even wobbling on his board as he did. She looked for Coral's fin, found her slicing through the waves about twenty feet off of her Shaman's board.
He took the wave all the way up to the beach, jumping off and grabbing it under his arm. He ran up out of the surf like a hot Poseidon. His tanned, blonde California surfer body was in its natural element. He smiled that dazzling white, friendly grin of his. Planted his board in the sand and ran a hand through his wet, curly blonde mop of hair. Then he jogged over and hugged her with both hands.
"Hey, stop! You're all wet!"
"Now you are, too. Great to see you here! Oh," he stopped, making a show of sniffing the air. "You ARE all wet. Looking for one last tutoring lesson this morning?"
She whacked him on his magnificent tattooed chest and stepped back. "No, I didn't come down here for that, I just, wanted to ride. My bike." She looked down and toed the sand with her shoe. He reached out to brush her long brown hair out of her face and made her look up at him.
"Well, whatever brought you here, I'm happy to see you back on the beach. And as long as you're here, you might as well come for a swim."
"I didn't bring my suit."
Jonathan looked down at his naked body. She followed his gaze. His cock hung proudly between his tanned thighs. They both looked up, smiling.
"This is Greece, darlin. Clothing is definitely optional on my beach. Come on in, I'll show you a new trick I learned."
Cassie put a hand up to shield her eyes again, looking out at the high waves. "That looks a little rough, I think I'll pass."
"Oh that? That's just Coral, so I could catch something tasty. Hey, Coral! Tone it down, she's coming in!"
The spinner dolphin that was his Totem raised her head above water, spitting a stream of water at them and nodding her head excitedly. In moments, the Agean sea reverted back to its normal waves of just a couple feet. He looked back at her, arms crossed, a triumphant smirk. She breathed out through her nose in exasperation. "OK, fine. Turn around."
