Lost Balls -3- Out of Their League

Ever do something stupid? I mean, really stupid. No, stupider than that.

Lost Balls

by jijillian

3. Out of Their League

 

"Do you remember asking me for a date? Both of you on the same day?" Phil asked.

Dick blinked solemnly and nodded. Willie blushed and bit his lip, but he nodded, too.

"Now seriously, look at me, look at you two. Aren't I obviously way out of your league?"

They nodded again, cringing. Phil pushed her lips tightly together to keep from smiling. If they shrank back from her any more it would look as if the sofa had begun eating them, butt first.

"It was a dare," volunteered Willie. "The guys in gym said we didn't have balls enough to ask the prettiest sophmore girl for a date."

"Pretty?" Phil snapped. "You think I'm pretty?" She faked a haughty annoyance. "I've never been so insulted in my life!"

The couch seemed about ready to swallow both boys. They babbled a bit, confusing each other and making verbal hash of apologies and explanations.

"Sure," admitted Phil. "I wished you two would never have balls enough to ask me again but I didn't expect it to come true. How many wishes ever come true, even for a witch?"

The look the boys gave her would have shamed an orphan puppy left out in the rain after it's owner died trying to save his mother from a runaway monster truck. She had to smile again but she turned away so they couldn't see. If they went on another half hour crying jag, she knew she'd end up just throwing them out and their problem intrigued --even titillated-- her.

"Are you really a witch?" Dick asked, after swallowing hard several times.

"Oh, yes," said Phil. "And not one of these neo-pagan religious-type witches, either. My aunts were witches back before Salem, before Merlin, maybe. We've got family traditions that go back to Babylon." She grinned, enjoying herself. She realized that the boys would believe anything she told them -- they didn't have the balls not to. "Aunt Julianna is gone to New Orleans to get some fresh filé and some moldy dirt from a certain grave. Aunt Boadicea flew to Vegas with her boyfriend who's in a show there. They won't either of them be back till Monday."

Dick and Willie exchanged glances. Alone with a beautiful girl with all the adults out of town? Scary. Since the girl claimed to be the witch who had caused them to lose their balls, even more scary.

Willie asked the important question, "Can you help us?"

"I think so," said Philomena, trying to look thoughtful instead of just smirking. "The first thing to do is to get naked. Everyone has to be naked for witchcraft to work." And this way, she thought, I can actually get to see that they have no balls.

The boys stared at her, their mouths open.

"Let's see," Phil mused. "I made that wish in my bedroom, so that's where we need to try to work the counterspell. C'mon."

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[next: Pascal Bites]



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