A Close Call

Jamie ran to close the distance to between the safe treeline and her house in the middle of a suburban neighborhood. Thankfully nobody appeared to be outside at this time of night. She prayed nobody was looking out their window, or if they were, that she would be unrecognizable.

As she streaked through yards and sidewalks, she could feel the cool wind licking against her sensitive bits. The feeling of her wetness below was amplified by the breeze between her legs. Her nipples stood almost painfully erect; some combination of the temperature and excitement over her bold actions. She never thought of herself as an exhibitionist. But after the events of the day, she couldn't help but find the whole situation arousing.

Finally she reached her own broken window. She could tell her parents were still home, as their car was still parked in the driveway. She could only imagine the rage she would meet with if discovered now. She'd been MIA for who knows how many hours with no explanation.

She skillfully snuck into the house and started up the stairs without being noticed. She quietly entered her room, closed the door softly, and collected her thoughts. Books. She'd need books but especially one book in particular. The one she'd used to concoct Jessica's curse. That was a rare tome. One of those things you can't find by looking for it. Written by hand and not meant for the masses. You have to be fate touched for it to fall into your lap.

Jamie found her backpack and emptied it's contents. Then she started filling it with magical texts and ceremonial ingredients. She was about to grab some spare clothes when she heard a voice.

"Jamie? Is that you? You better have a damn good explanation for why you're not answering your phone."

"Crap!", she thought. It was her dad's voice. She'd made too much noise and now she had to flee before she was discovered. Thinking quickly, she pulled open up one of her bedroom windows. She leapt out the window just moments before she heard the bedroom door open up behind her. A second story fall was nothing to sneeze at but the ground was soft and she escaped injury.

She laid low outside until she was convinced her dad had given up on the notion of his daughter's presence. She was glad for his less-than-sharp powers of observation. Most people might notice a random open window and investigate.

She thought about going back for the clothes but then she heard people approaching down the nearby sidewalk and decided to make a break for it. There was no way she could make it into the house the same way again without being caught. She also didn't want to leave Jessica alone for longer than needed, she justified. Once they found a solution to the curse all other problems would feel trivial by comparison. Nudist forest witches indeed.

Jessica waited patiently for Jamie's return. About 15 minutes in, she was caught by surprise by a veritable eruption from her urethra. She popped a squat as quickly as she could. But with no warning or buildup whatsoever, she found that her legs and feet had been caught in the spray of her own piss. With no clothes to tear apart, it seems the curse had returned to another of its favorite ways to humiliate her. She just hoped Jamie wouldn't notice the smell when she got back.

After some time, Jamie did return. Still naked save for a backpack.

"You didn't think to get dressed while you were back in your room?"

"Nah, I wanted to stay naked with you. You know, in solidarity." Answered Jamie.

"That's very sweet but what's the real reason?" Jessica questioned.

"Almost got caught. Had to book it out of there."

"Did you at least get the magic stuff?"

"Yep, let's find a place to get cozy." Said Jamie.

The two ventured deeper into the woods. Eventually they found a comfortable clearing which was far from prying eyes.

"So what now?" Jessica asked.

"Now, we summon a demon."