Precursor Indicators

Lucy let out a contended sigh as she slid into the warm embrace of the water. Tension she didn’t even know she was carrying eased, falling away from her legs, her back, her shoulders, until she was laying low in the tub, with just her head poking out through the bubbles.

She tried to calm her thoughts, even as her mind continued to run at a million miles an hour. The vision of what she’d seen from the car still played inside her head, over and over and over. The naked woman had looked so real… and yet, she’d vanished, into thin air. As though the second she’d taken her eyes off of her she’d ceased to exist.

Lucy felt a blushing heat creep across her face as she tried very hard not to think about what that was. About if the woman was real, who she was and what she was doing… Think about something else!

The delicious scent of her mom cooking dinner wafted up from downstairs.

Lucy closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to concentrate on school and cheer practise and the current drama with her friends… but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t get the embarrassing image of that girl out of her mind. The hyper-sexual sight only embarrassed Lucy more as she wrestled with her own confusing feelings – she had a boyfriend… she shouldn’t be thinking about some crazy naked girl…

And thinking about the crazy naked girl shouldn’t be making her feel like… this…

What’s wrong with me!

She wasn’t sure if she was ill, but she felt… weird… it wasn’t until she’d taken off her clothes and climbed into the warm embrace of the bath that she’d realised how wrong she’d felt all day. She wasn’t even sure when it had started and it was only now that she wasn’t feeling it that she even realised there’d been this itch following her since breakfast. She thought she’d just been having a bad day, or was in a bad mood, but it was only now that she was finally free of it that she really recognised it's existence at all.

Her mom was right, she decided, she really must be coming down with something - flu maybe? But Lucy didn't feel achy... or, at least, not like that. At least she felt better now – the steam really was helping...

A languid purr escaped her lips as she swished her fingers through the water. The little ripples made her tremble as she felt dancing currents flit across her whole body.

That was helping too...

Lucy moaned, letting the heat take her. From the distant kitchen she heard the blender, a sure sign that her mom was preoccupied and wouldn’t knock any time soon…

A soft smile spread across her face as she lifted a dainty bare foot from the water and brought her toe down on the button that controlled the bubble jets. Instantly the tub began to hum and the water came alive, playing all around her. The naked blonde stifled a mewl, shifting her hips just right to catch a jet against her pussy. It was something Lucy had done plenty of times before but somehow, today, it felt so much more primal, so much more intense.

She lowered her mouth beneath the water so she could relax down and moan bubbles in quiet secret. Struggling to stifle her own needy gasps as her fingers dove between her legs, her other hand finding her breast as she stroked herself in wanton need.

Her thoughts were quickly overtaken by the memory of the girl on the sidewalk again, her confused blush only growing as she felt her body respond, her yearning need increasing almost painfully with a desire she couldn’t control. Her pussy throbbed as she rolled her hips against her probing fingers, the water in the tub beginning to rock and sway with her movements as she pressed herself to the jet.

She couldn’t help it, she felt lost, needy, ****, her body carrying away with itself in a **** search for pure relaxing pleasure. Lucy’s heart skipped a beat as a flashing moment of panic crossed her mind, confused at the intensity of her arousal, by how out of control she felt, as though she was running way too fast and would fall at any moment. But it passed with another spark of ecstasy, another joyful whimper and another shuddering moan of bliss...

Erica flitted hurriedly around the kitchen, her bare feet padding on the tile as she flexed her toes, grateful to be out of her heels after another long day. She stirred the sauce, then weighed out the rice, almost cursing her own stupidity realising she'd only measured enough for one person and had to quickly top it up.

Being late to pick Lucy up from cheerleading practise was one thing… but forgetting to feed her entirely…

What's wrong with me?

Erica’s phone buzzed on the worktop, the screen lighting up with an email notification. She nursed a glass of red wine against her chest and picked it up to read. It was from Tammy, and sent barely a minute ago. Erica knew immediately the poor girl had stayed late to run the tests… and was probably still at the lab now. Erica sighed guiltily as she glanced at the time, swallowing another sip of her wine as she leant back against the worktop and resigned herself to the fact that the least she could do was read it,

“C13… R proteins... normal… N1, N2, N3… normal… normal… normal…” She frowned, “… huh…”

She scrolled down, looking at the raw numbers as she tried to confirm Tammy’s methodology, her confusion only growing when she couldn’t spot any immediate errors, even if the conclusion didn’t make any sense.

Where Tammy had introduced an anti-gen into sample 1, the vivions in sample 2 had reacted too, despite being entirely isolated from one another. It was like both samples of C13 were communicating…

“That’s… impossible…”

Erica flicked back to the sample sheet, reading through the lab’s classification of C13… “Inert cornoid… estimated infection rate 99.999%… symptomless… risk category… 0… huh…”

She tipped her head to one side, cradling her glass to her chest again as she stared at the ceiling in thought. There were hundreds of thousands of viruses like it – harmless, invisible do-nothings that were out there in the world, unseen and unremarkable; and by any normal metric even this one was nothing special… because it didn’t do anything… except, apparently, possess an impossible ability to send information between itself, even between sealed containers.

Erica screwed up her nose and put down her phone, there had to be a mistake. Tammy had done something wrong, and was contaminating her samples somehow. She didn’t have time for a wild goose chase, but, she already knew she had **** but to run the tests herself tomorrow…

“Great… another thing on my list…”

That thought made Erica pause momentarily, suddenly struggling to remember why her day tomorrow was going to be so busy… she had an early AM with Pete and Donna… and then she had to work on the NGD samples, and then a catch up with Marcus at 3 and that had to finish before 4:30 so that she could get back in time for…

“For…” Erica tipped her head to the side again, sipping on her wine as she blanked momentarily, “… Lucy!” She gasped and almost choked, cringing with guilt. She’d made a promise that she’d not be late again – what sort of a mother forgets her own daughter?!

Lucy paced back and forth across the bathroom rug, unable to bring herself to stand still. She wanted to, her knees were weak and her thighs felt like jelly, but she couldn’t seem to find a way to get comfortable. Something was wrong – she understood that the moment she stepped out of the bath and found her body didn’t seem to be getting any less... excited...

She looked back at the rapidly draining tub, her cheeks reddening as she tried very hard not to think about how long she’d spend pleasuring herself against the jets. She’d lost count of the number of times she’d made herself orgasm.

Lucy had never done anything like that before, never played with herself with that much intensity, but it was like once she’d started she couldn’t stop and it was only when the timer on the jets ran out that she’d been suddenly lucid enough to yank her hands away and climb out.

I don’t even know how long I was fingering myself… oh my god… What if mom had been calling me?!

Lucy cringed, her cheeks burning brighter and she bit the edge of the towel, horrified of how lost in the moment she’d become. It had felt good, too good, and as she clutched the towel around herself Lucy’s confusion grew as she found she could only make feeble attempts to actually use it to get dry. With every sweep the soft material only seemed to cause another shiver of pleasure to dance across her skin, like the ever rippling aftershocks of her orgasms were still sparking through her mind.

I can't still be this turned on!?

The teenage girl whimpered under her breath at the reminder that she was still very, very horny. Her nipples were as hard as diamonds every inch of her skin felt hot to the touch. She tried to tell herself that the heat was just from the bath and it would wear off, but just brushing the towel against her tits sent waves of pleasure and aching desire through her young body. Her breath was hitched, and she had to focus to stop it coming in sharp excited gasps, her whole body was warm and tingling. Between her thighs, her pussy tickled with wetness she couldn’t seem to stop, her own pinkish embarrassment growing as the yearning she’d felt in the bath seemed to be coming back stronger.

Lucy clenched her fists with frustration, lifting herself rhythmically up on to her toes and back down again, her feet aching against the rug. She was trying very hard not to think about pleasuring herself again – but she knew something was wrong, she’d never felt like this before and it was becoming almost impossible to think about anything else.

I've never been this aroused before!!

She just needed to get this under control, to breathe. A tiny voice in the back of Lucy’s mind told her she needed to tell her mom, to see a doctor maybe… to get help? Only for a second and much, much, louder voice to silence it instantly, her cheeks burning with absolute horror at the idea of even trying to explain to this to her mom!

“Mom, I think I’m sick… I’m too horny!”

Lucy shook her head with a whimper. Absolutely no way.

Knowing she didn’t have a choice, the blonde cheerleader decided it was better to just head for her room – get dressed and try to pretend everything was fine. If she just ignored it she'd calm down and it would go away. Maybe when she was out of the steamy confines of the bathroom she’d feel less stifled, less hot… less wet... she just needed to not touch herself and let her body calm down…

…Right?