Lucy takes a moment to think

Lucy wrapped her hair up in her towel and dragged her hand across the mirror to clear the blur from the heat of her shower.

Her reflection stared back, unblinking. She took a deep breath and, finally, allowed herself a moment to consider what she had just seen.

She had spent so long preparing excuses and lies so she could spend a couple nights at her boyfriend’s house. They were going to sleep in the same bed. They were going to see each other naked. After waiting most of her teen years to do anything like this Lucy thought she was ready to take the leap. She was an adult, after all. Technically, anyway.

It had all been so normal. She had taken Matt’s penis out and was giving him a handie. She had talked to friends, she had an idea of what to expect. But the reality was... something else entirely.

Lucy rubbed her eyes.

How could she have been prepared for Matt’s dick to get so... so big? She didn’t have the vocabulary to describe it. In her mind’s eye it seemed bigger than she was.

What really surprised Lucy, though, wasn’t necessarily how big it became. She just couldn’t believe how much it had turned her on. Her first instinct, of course, was to freak out. But when Matt looked at her with the same shock that she felt...

“Shit...” she muttered to herself.

The image didn’t lead her brain. The long, thick flag pole of Matt’s flesh called to her. She remembered knowing she should grab her shirt and run. That would have been the appropriate reaction. Get out of there as fast as possible. But, like a deer in the headlights, she couldn’t look away, and then longer she looked the more she wanted it. And, even now, looking at her reflection in the fogged up mirror, the image of it in her head made her want it again.

Lucy wasn’t very experienced as far as sex goes, but she wasn’t a total novice. She had made out with boys before, and one time a girl, but that was basically it. She had masturbated, on occasion, including two or three times last week so she could teach Matt how to get her off, but, still, not exactly an expert. The sight of his erection didn’t arouse her by itself but when it grew a second time into such a monster... that sure did. It was hard to explain, even to herself. She kept staring at his bulbous cock head on top of the thick, taught shaft drove her wild. Her panties were soaked straight through and Lucy had to peel them off just to get in the shower.

Most girl she knew weren’t turned on by penises. They weren’t attractive. But holy shit... when Matt’s towered between his legs...

Lucy gasped. She was horny! The familiar flood of fluid had returned. Her hand drifted between her legs, tugging the towel aside, to check. Her delicate little slit was drenched. Her body shuddered violently just from her finger grazing across her mound. She barely stopped herself from doing more, but it felt wrong to masturbate in her boyfriend’s bathroom when he was downstairs cleaning up his... his mess.

Her mind was primed for arousal and it was harder to banish the memories. Matt’s cock between her breasts... and extending across her cheek...

In that moment, writhing against his manhood, her lips wrapped around his taught tip...

“Stop,” she said out loud.

Okay, she needed to get dressed. Her panties were out of commission. Her jeans weren’t much better, there was a visible dark spot that made it look like she peed herself. She didn’t, of course, but she was pretty sure she almost came at one point and that’s what soaked her jeans. That moment was when his cum splattered across her face. Although, at the same time it could have been because she was imagining letting Matt’s beast inside her...

No! Stop!

Lucy tugged her jeans on, working them over her ample butt, and buttoned them with finality. Her shirt was next and she dashed from the bathroom. She hoped it would dampen her urges but she was wrong. When she got down the stairs the smell hit her: that same musky aroma of her boyfriend’s cock. She could hear him scrubbing up his mess. Lucy banished her fantasies as best she could and stepped around the corner.

Matt wasn’t wearing pants. His dick had shrunk back to regular size which came as quite a shock to Lucy. How could he be over a foot long and then back down to a normal, flaccid length? It didn’t make any sense. He had dragged a ladder in from the garage to scrub the ceiling. Lucy remembered the force of his orgasm and fuck... it was so hot.

There was no reason for Lucy to be aroused by that. He friends who’d had sex hated semen. Lucy assumed she would, too. But it almost brought her to orgasm to be covered in it.

“Oh, hey,” Matt said sheepishly when he noticed Lucy watching.

“Hey...”

He climbed down, apparently finished.

“Feeling better?” He asked.

“Yeah. Got it all out of my hair... so...” Lucy muttered, “You got that cleaned up quick.”

“Yeah, it... basically vanished? Remember how it was all over the carpet? I can’t find any of that now.”

There was a long silence. The teens avoided each other’s gaze.

“It’s awkward now, isn’t it?” Matt said.

“I mean, you aren’t wearing pants.”

He looked down and swore and he covered himself with his hands. Lucy giggled.

“I still like you, Matt.”

“I thought this whole thing would... you know... change that.”

It would have, normally. It should have. Lucy didn’t know her mind was being warped by a spell cast from miles and miles away. She didn’t know her desires and fantasies were being hijacked by magic.

“No... really. It’s okay.”

She went and gave Matt a hug, resting her face against his shoulder.

“It’s okay,” she said again as his arms wrapped around her.