Playing Hooky

With a sigh of deeply felt relief, Jessica closed her bedroom door behind her. None of her family was awake yet and she had managed to sneak through the house without making a sound. Back in her sanctum at last, she leaned back against the door and felt her eyes grow heavy.

"Not yet" she told herself.

Her body was still coated in a mixture of body fluids and dirt. She had never felt so grimey and she smelled just awful. She resolved to take care of business before she would allow herself to rest.

Fortunately, she had a bathroom all to herself. She entered the adjoining room and began running a hot bath. She even had some nice bubble bath fluid handy. This would be just what she needed.

As she impatiently stared at the slowly rising water level, she felt the day's events catching up with her. Intense fatigue mingled with a sense of unreality. What happened today dwarfed any other experience of her life. None of it should be possible, and yet her body was living testament. Her mind kept coming back to Jamie. Somehow this blossoming connection with a girl she just met and barely knew felt like the only solid thing left in her life. Everything else, even the curses and magic, was just window dressing to the memory of their kiss.

What was this feeling? Butterflies? Infatuation? She had never looked at another girl with desire before. But she also never felt this way about anyone before; guy or girl. Maybe it was the person that mattered most, not just the body they came in.

At last, the deliciously warm treat she had prepared for herself was ready. She slipped into the welcoming bubbles with erotic satisfaction. She felt her sore muscles relax. She felt grateful relief from her torn-up feet. She allowed all the evidence of today's ordeal to dissolve under the water. As she laid her head back, her eyelids again asserted their weariness.

The seconds between her blinks multiplied. Her eyes stayed closed for longer. She told herself she wasn't going to sleep, just resting her eyes. But time started to blur and ooze. Ooze? A pungent smell hit her sleepy mind. Musky, thick. She realized she couldn't feel the warm comforting bubbly water anymore. Slippery, gooey, clammy. She fought through sleep paralysis to wrench open her eyes.

She was greeted by a sight she struggled to make sense of. The entire tub was filled with a white slimy substance, and she was submerged up to her chin. Her mind raced to catch up. Although she had never personally been face to face with male cum before, she had been a teenager with internet access. Given the trajectory her life was on now, her brain made the connection easily enough. She was sitting in an entire bathtub's worth of cum!

She got to her feet with a shriek of surprise. The goo sloshed around beneath her. Heavy ropes and sheets sloughed off her body. Her hair was heavy with the weight of what it had absorbed. She didn't have time to form much of a conscious opinion on her current circumstance, but her instinctual response was one of disgust.

She jumped out of the tub as fast as she could, sending waves of cum flooding across the bathroom floor. She desperately started trying to wipe her chest clean with her hands, making dubious progress.

Suddenly she noticed a salty-bitter taste in the back of her throat. The taste spread rapidly and soon she realized her mouth was overflowing with cum. She tried to scream but couldn't. All that came out was a torrent of salty slime. For a moment she couldn't breathe. She closed her eyes as the panic set in. Then, it was all over.

She opened her eyes. Total normalcy. Bubbles right where they should be. Not a drop of cum in sight. She caught her breath, now more grateful for air than ever.

Was it all in her head? Could lack of sleep really make you hallucinate like that? And what in the world could a vision like that mean? That she was deathly afraid of cum for some unknown reason? It had to be the curse right? Some fucked up demon prank probably.

She ripped a towel off the rack and began to dry herself off. She was pissed; denied the rest and relaxation she had promised to herself. But what could she do?

With a huff she threw the towel to the floor and fell into her waiting bed. She didn't bother to put on any pajamas since they would undoubtedly be destroyed by sunrise. Despite the adrenaline rushing through her veins, her fatigue soon won out. The next thing her conscious mind perceived was her mother's voice and an insistent knocking at the door.

"Jessica, you're gonna be late for school. I didn't hear you come home home yesterday are you in there?"

She heard the door open before she could rouse herself enough to respond.

"Jessica, since when do you sleep naked?"

Jessica realized her comforter was nowhere in reach and she had nothing at all to cover her body with. She groaned and tried to curl up into a ball. Her sleep deprived head was pounding.

"What in the world is going on with you? You haven't peed the bed since you were six!"

The words tumbled around in Jessica's half-functioning brain. "Shit!" She thought.

Thinking as fast as she could, she tried to spin the situation to her advantage.

"Mom, I'm sick. I feel awful." Jessica moaned as convincingly as she could.

"I told you to come home at a reasonable hour. You let that boy talk you into breaking your promise didn't you? He sounds like a bad influence." Jessica's mom scolded.

"Mom we broke up, I'm not seeing him anymore. Can I please just stay home from school today?" Jessica begged.

Jessica's mom thought this over for a moment. She was honestly relieved to hear about the breakup. Raising a daughter was hard enough without the introduction of boy trouble. One less thing to worry about. Jessica might be playing hooky, but she was clearly distraught. She thought back to when she was Jessica's age, and the hormone fueled emotional rollercoaster of highschool dating. Boys that age were garbage. She'd let Jessica off the hook this once, given the circumstances.

"Alright get some rest. I have to leave for work, but I expect a better explanation tonight. I hope you feel better."

"Thanks." Jessica replied, curling up even tighter.

As the door closed again Jessica evaluated her situation. She had in fact peed the bed it seemed. There was a sizable wet patch in the middle of her sheets that definitely smelled of piss.

It didn't help that her butt was now constantly leaking fluid, adding to the mess. Why had she come up with that ridiculous idea? On reflection, she had to admit there was a part of her that just thought the idea was hot. But the reality so far was proving to be more inconvenient than hot.

She let out another deep sigh. Now that she could feel the massive wet spot in the middle of her bed, there was no way she was going to go back to sleep in the mess. She slowly pulled herself up off the mattress. Slimy strands of "pussy" juice stretched between her ass cheeks and the fabric before snapping.

She started pulling the sheets off the bed and rolling them into a bundle. As soon as she was sure she had the house to herself again, she walked the soiled bundle to the laundry room. It was strange walking through her family home naked. It seemed somehow even more taboo than being naked outside. She got the laundry cycle underway and then grumpily ran back to her room.

Determined to get an acceptable amount of sleep, she grabbed a pillow off her bed and trudged into the bathroom. She laid herself inside the now dry bathtub and cuddled her single pillow as best she could. She wasn't exactly comfortable. This time sleep was harder to come by, but it did eventually come.

Some time later that day, she faced another rude wakeup call. This time it was the doorbell that did it. "Shit!" She thought to herself once again. Once again she was woken up in the nude scrambling to meet the situation at hand.