Orgasm Spell

“Yeah!” said Alice, her voice pitched high for some reason. Her nipples were obviously rigid.

I was watching Alice, but whatever was affecting her was affecting me too. My belly muscles were jumping and I couldn’t stop my hips from wriggling. My heat was rising.

Alice was breathing heavy. “Nicole,” she said. “Ummm...something’s weird. I’m...I’m...I really think I’m about to...”

“We can’t,” I said, teeth clenched. “We have to...have to get...have to get...”

Alice tried to move, then gave up and closed her eyes. A moment later she moaned as pure pleasure swept over her.

Alice and I then exploded into helpless public orgasms.

I writhed in my chair, moaning incoherently as every muscle in my body simultaneously relaxed and clenched. The harder I tried to fight it, the more intense the sensations became. I could no longer control my body or my reactions, and judging by Alice’s cries of ecstasy, neither could she.

My body was a roller coaster of erotic heat. My hips bucked as wave after wave of pleasure rolled over me. My hands cupped my breasts, my nipples rigid against my palms as I moaned. The intensity peaked, then dipped, then peaked again. I couldn’t stop.

Our helpless pleasure-fest lasted for just over a minute. When the final tendrils of intensity finally misted away, Alice and I were drenched in sweat.

There was complete silence in the canteen. Every single customer and employee stared at us incredulously.

“My gawd,” gasped Alice. “What just happened?”

And that’s when I saw Tara and Bit laughing. Tara looked at me, gave me a smirk and then made a show of writing in a book. Her journal, no doubt.

The bitches had spiked our coffees.

I narrowed my eyes, then turned back to Alice.

“All right,” I said. “We have work to do.”