With the first year of college behind her at last, Melanie returned to the same grove of trees where she had first found the silver chain necklace with the thin silver crescent moon pendant. From the moment she had first donned that very necklace more than three years earlier, she had felt different, as if a sudden surge of electricity had swiftly risen up from the ground and permeated her entire being. In the minutes immediately following that life-altering moment, she had discovered that magic was indeed in her grasp, albeit not firmly (yet), and that to a large extent, she needed only to concentrate her attention on something to cause that event to happen.
Once in college, her first β and thus far only β roommate had slowly seduced her, so that by the end of their first month together in the smaller-than-average dorm room, Melanie and Anna were making love several times per week, and almost always sleeping together in the same tiny bed. While Melanie had long admired other girls and had consciously wondered what it would be like to become intimate with another female, Anna had finally brought her deep curiosity to the foreground and introduced her to the soft, sensual, delicate pleasures only one woman can give to another.
At last, after nearly a full academic year of earth-trembling sexual experiences at the hands and lips and tongue and teeth and fingers and toys and devious mind of her roommate-turned-girlfriend, Melanie thought to try something new with her magic, which is what had lured her back to this very location: a thick grove of trees in the middle of a massive clearing some two miles from the very home where she had been both pleasurably conceived (according to her now-widowed mother) and lovingly raised.
Within the grove, the grass had given way to a hard dirt ground, covered with the thousands of leaves which had fallen here over time and been trodden upon by countless animals and few humans. Various vines grew up many of the tree trunks, while others hung from the lowest of the branches. These vines were strong β on more than a few occasions, Melanie had given the stereotypical Tarzan call while swinging on these very same vines.
On this overcast day, the light was noticeably dim within the thick grove, which seemed to create the perfect "mood lighting." Now nearly two full weeks since she had last been blissfully naked in Anna's arms, Melanie was already quite in the mood for some intense toe-curling pleasure.
Kicking off her sandals, Melanie leaned back against a vineless tree, its dark-brown bark a bit rough as it pressed against her through the white Betty Boop t-shirt. Looking down her body, her vision confirmed what she already felt: Her nipples were as hard as highly-polished pebbles, poking directly against the large Betty Boop image since she had purposely not worn a bra that afternoon. The scant breeze that penetrated the thick grove brushed against her bare legs and rustled her black miniskirt, creating just enough airflow for her pantyless crotch to revel in the occasional wafts of air.
Closing her eyes, Melanie took a few long moments to clear her thoughts. She then created the magical bubble, feeling it form initially around her and then slowly expand to surround the entire grove. While it was not a requirement to form the magical bubble, she had learned that performing her magic was somehow easier within such a space. She reinforced the invisible barrier with an additional thought to prevent any potential noise she might make from escaping the confines of the grove.
Melanie slowly opened her eyes and noticed a single green vine sprawled across the ground near her bare feet. A thought caused a smile to form upon her upper lips, and she closed her eyes as she felt a moistening behind her lower lips.
It took several long breaths for her to hear the very subtle sliding along the ground. Then she felt the first touch upon a single toe as the tip of the vine reached her. Despite her gasp β both from the sensation of being "touched" by a plant, and from the realization that her magic was indeed working as she had intended β she continued to focus her concentration upon that single vine.