Aura Aftermath

The only water that came out of the faucet was cold and unforgiving, a harsh wake up call from the reverie that had taken place less than an hour earlier.

Mary wrung our the beige wash cloth in the sink before dipping it back into the icy water. Her fingers felt numb, but she pushed on. She needed to be clean.

Her cheeks were red and slightly raw from the repeated scrubbing of her face. The wash cloth was fairly soft, but enough friction could make anything hurt.

By now, the last traces of sticky, bleach-scented fluid were long gone from Mary’s face, but she still felt dirty.

Mary’s shirt was soaked with water that had dripped from the wash cloth each time she lifted it to her face, causing the fabric to cling to her curves.

Mary could tell that her breasts were starting to shrink back down. They were still larger than normal, but they possessed less of the supernatural buoyancy and heft from earlier.

Mary observed this fact with a mixture of relief and disappointment. Her body was finally starting feel like home again, but there was something exhilarating about looking and, more importantly, feeling so attractive.

Deciding that ten rounds of scrubbing were probably enough, Mary set down the wash cloth and sat down on the bathroom floor. The tile was cold and uncomfortable, but fitting given her present situation.

She needed to do damage control. First with Mikey, given everything that had happened. Then she had to make damn sure that her Mom never found out about what she did behind Mikey’s parents’ garage.

Several especially confusing things had happened in short succession immediately following Mary’s first sexual experience.

First there had been the voice. A loud, disembodied “no” that came from her left. When Mary turned in the direction of the voice, she saw nothing, but she recognized the voice. After so many years, it was impossible to miss.

Luna.

Immediately following the voice, Mikey had lost control of himself. Without warning, Mary had been doused in hot, sticky fluid.

The combination of the two events broke Mary out of her lustful trance immediately. It was like having a bucket of freezing cold water dumped on her.

In that moment, Mary ceased being the sexually enhanced goddess dominating her neighbor and returned to her former, painfully awkward self.

She panicked and scrambled to her feet, tearing at her face in a **** attempt to wipe away the disgusting sex goop. Mikey was apologizing profusely, Mary barely heard him. She mumbled something about having to leave and darted away, still clutching her cum-covered face.

What a mortifying experience, Mary thought.

And Luna had seen it. How, Mary didn’t know and it didn’t really matter.

This was all that damn book’s fault, Mary thought suddenly. Against all reason and logic, the magic spell had worked.

If that spell had worked, God only knew what other mischief Luna might be up to.

What if she gets herself into trouble? Mary wondered.

“I better call,” she said out loud.

Mary picked up yer phone and dialed Luna’s number, but the call went straight to voice mail.

“Of course she won’t pick up when I need her to,” Mary grumbled. “Just please be safe Luna.”

Mary needed to have a talk with Luna about all this magic crap before it screwed their lives up even more.