No … or so it seems

Michelle finally starts to wake up. She looks out the window and sees it’s dark outside. “How long was I passed out?” she asks herself. She sends a hand to feel her pussy, which is now feeling the effects of the pounding she just got from you. “Oh god, this is too weird.” She looks around the room, trying to find her clothes, but then she remembers she took them all off by the kitchen counter.

She has to suck it up and walk out of the room, naked. Or, as she discovers, try to walk out as her legs are still a bit unstable. She finally reaches the door and opens it, revealing you to her. You stand by the refrigerator, eating an apple, and she can’t help but feel a little disgusted by the sight of you, and a little aroused but she’d never admit to that.

You wave your hand. “Hi, did you rest well?” you ask, genuinely curious. Michelle mistakes your genuineness for arrogance. “Oh, laugh it up. ‘Look at me. I’m John. I was able to completely wear out a girl she had to rest up. Hardy har har.’ Don’t let your ego get too big. That was all the potion, not you.” You look a little insulted, but continue on.

“I was being serious. I just wanted to know if you slept well,” you say. She now sees the genuine look on your face and says, “Oh, in that case, yeah I guess.” She struggles toward the counter. Once she finally gets there, she shouts at you, “Are you just going to stand there or are you going to offer me something to drink?! I lost a lot of liquid during that fucking shit!”

It appears she still has her attitude, but you don’t want to be too much of a dick to her so you reach inside your fridge, grab a water bottle, and toss it to her. She catches it, opens it, and starts chugging. Once she’s done you ask, “So, do you want to talk about what just happened?”

She throws the empty bottle of water at you, though not very hard. Maybe she’s still too tired. “There’s nothing to talk about. I drank a potion. It started to take effect. There was only way to cure me and we did it. And we’re never going to do it again, you got that?”

You struggle not to take the occasional glance at her exposed chest, but you carry on. “Yeah, I sort of figured you may feel that way. And if that’s really how you feel ….” She interrupts you, “It is how I feel.” You take a deep breath and continue, “Then I get it. No matter how much fun it was, you don’t want to do it again.”

She grumbles, “It wasn’t fun.” You may not want to be a huge dick, but you do want to tease her a bit. “Really? Because it sounded like you had a lot of fun.” That instantly gets a rise out of her. “That was the potion and you know it. Like I would ever moan like I did if you didn’t trick me into drinking that shit.”

“Whoa, I didn’t trick you. I was upfront with you about my lack of knowledge of anything magical. I tossed some random things to make a potion and then you drank it without hesitation.” She doesn’t want to admit you’re right, so she just stays quiet. You shoot a quick glance at your bedroom. “So, do you want to just grab your clothes and leave?” you ask.

“Wow. You just fuck a girl and then you toss her outside when your done with her?” she asks. You reply, “Well, we’re not exactly friends, nor do I think we ever fill be. I’m certain you don’t to have some more sex, so we can’t have an enemies-with-benefits situation. So, generally why would you stay in my room?” You take one last chance. “Unless, you do want to go another round?”

She quickly stands up and approaches, trying her hardest to look you face-to-face, but her shorter stature makes that unlikely. “I do not want to go another round. I will never want to go another round with you. Not even if you paid me. Not ever. It’s never going to happen again. Never. Never, ever, ever, ever, ever.” You’re about to talk, but quickly adds, “Never ever. Do I make myself clear?”

You nod. “Crystal. So, you’re clothes are right there on the floor, where you left them, and there’s the door.” She huffs and puffs but ultimately she starts putting on her clothes. “You may want to buy some women’s clothing, since you may be stuck like that for a while.” She shoots you a dirty look before putting her pants on.

“And speaking of that,” she says, now putting on her socks, “how am I going to explain this. Classes start tomorrow, and their expecting Mike not,” she gestures toward her body, “this.” She puts on her shirt, unfortunately and continues. “I’m sure people will notice.”

“Yeah, Paphia might actually be taking care of that. She said she’s going to use her connections at admin to change your name. That should at least buy you some time,” you state. Michelle slips on her shoes and notices the vial Paphia gave you. “What the hell is that?” she asks.

“Oh um, speaking of Paphia, she gave me this before she left. She thought I might need it, but I don’t think I will. At least for now,” you reply. Michelle picks it & tries to deduce what it might be using her, albeit limited, knowledge of magic & potions, but she’s got nothing. “Do you mind explaining what it is?” she asks. You approach her and take it away.

“The way she explained it, she said it’s basically like magic Viagra. It keeps a guy hard for longer and constantly regenerates any sperm he loses for a period of time. Basically, a guy drinks this and he can keep having sex over and over again until it wears off.” The look on Michelle’s face shows disgust, and a little intrigue. “So, what? Did she think we were going to have sex again? Cuz if so, she’d be wrong,” she spits out. You nod your head and say, “Yeah, that’s pretty much exactly what she thought was going to happen. I had my doubts, and you pretty much just confirmed my doubts.”

She heads to the door, places a hand on the handle, but stops, not turning back to look at you. “Out of curiosity, and only out of curiosity, did she tell you how long would that potion last?” You reply, “She said 4 hours.” That makes Michelle turn around. “4 hours? She really thought I would let you fuck me for 4 hours straight?” she asks. You nod. She continues, “She really thought I would let you stuff that cock back inside me? That huge ass fucking cock that could split me apart? Just shoving it and out,” she starts trailing off, “molding my pussy to it’s shape. Just making me feel every inch of it as it penetrates me. And then you’ll just cum, and cum, and cum, and cum all over again. On my face. On my tits. In my ass. In my pussy. Just filling up my womb with load, after load, after load.”

She snaps herself out of it. “Well, you can forget it. Because there’s no way I’d let that happen again. There’s no way I’d ever want that to happen again.” She says this, but the way she trailed off would suggest to you otherwise. “Are you sure? Because, just now, it kind of sounded like you were interested. Are you sure there’s not a part of you, even just a small part, that wants to?”

She thinks about the question. She searches every inch of her mind. As much as she doesn’t want to admit it, there is a small part of her that’s interested. It’s just a matter of if she will act on it.