grace: enjoying life in the guest room (audio) (a short story -- fiction)

a short story about grace the hedge witch

grace loves her new life in the guest room! she’s in her early twenties and she has so many happy years of witchcraft ahead of her.

she lays around on the big bed where she used to have sex with her history teacher — they spent so many naked nights together just earlier this very year in 2024. he would fuck her on the bed while teaching her about the byzantines and screaming like a girl; she loved how he screamed like that when she touched him. he was so obsessed with her! he’d just squeal with delight beneath her.

plus, grace had begun making music of her own. after her history teacher had finished making her cum as many times as he possibly could, she and he listened to her songs while they fucked some more. her history teacher would come up from the living room after playing the witcher iii: and she was waiting for him. she wanted him. her history teacher would put music by phoebe bridgers on the speakers and then they would get naked and have loud sex with girly moans echoing through the whole house.

sadly grace’s history teacher has not visited her in a long time. she understands: he has things to do right now. but sometimes grace and her history teacher used to just lay naked in this bed until 2, 3, 4 in the morning listening to phoebe bridgers and touching each other. her history teacher came on so many of those towels before he finally started cuming inside her. even in the morning, she and her history teacher would have so much sex, often while listening to olivia rodrigo: her history teacher would listen to olivia rodrigo in the rocking chair and she would ride him until the chair’s mechanical mechanisms started to snap. he would grab her breasts and lick them, kiss them ferociously, like he was trying to get his face literally absorbed into her body, and then he’d start coming and thrusting up and crying out like a girl. all his semen went in her and she laughed.

“so scholarly!” she says, making fun of one of his lectures about the Romans.

“Fuck me again,” he pleads.

“but don’t you need to record something about Irish history?” She asks him, stepping closer.

“No! Fuck me! Please, fuck me! Please!”

That’s what she’d always do to him: make him beg for it. He was so funny and he liked it too.

she masturbates sometimes, thinking of those days. so much sex: just constant cuming. “Tell me what to do,” he’d say. “Tell me how to make you cum.” And he’d do whatever she told him.

She misses him!

but she has everything she needs here to have some fun at least, and sometimes she goes out into the yard where she fucks with the house’s owners while they sit on the back deck.

but I mean, this guest room was set up just for her! The books! The tv! The big bed and huge closets for her clothes!! the room is enormous: she sets up an area for rituals in the middle.

plus, the people who live here — they have cats! she loves the little kitties. and she loves the daughters of the people who live here: she braids their hair and sings to them; she tells them stories about witches. sometimes, she shows them the portal through which they can pass into this same house in a parallel world.

they go through that portal often together; no one can see them: they giggle, play, knock things over. the people there can hear them. the people there can see the objects move in the air.

grace sighs. she loves her life these days — all that’s missing is her history teacher’s dick. ugh, she wants to hear him try and teach her about the Byzantines only to see him start moaning incoherently like a girl when she touches him. he’s so hot like that! Fuck!

But she has romance novels. she has a television for her buffy binging. she has a speaker for blaring her favorite music by clairo and phoebe bridgers. she knows her history teacher will come back into this room to fuck her one day; if not, she’ll go to him.