Nothing is simple

Lucy took her time getting into her room. Her vagina was sore, again, although not nearly as bad as the first time she had sex with Matt. She found it encouraging that her mental fantasies during the act were about her boyfriend and not solely a hyper-fixation on his penis. Before their date Lucy thought that she had rushed into having sex with him because she was just so hypnotized by it. Now, though, she was thinking about Matt, the person, as the object of her affection and... well, love.

She had almost said she loved him. It nearly slipped out, not unlike the shifting mass of his semen that her vaginal muscles were finding it impossible to keep inside her. By the time she arrived safe in her room a darker spot had formed between her legs and there was a very noticeable trail making it’s way down one leg despite being trapped inside the fabric of her leggings. Lucy needed a shower and, hopefully, to avoid her family until she was cleaned up.

She peeled her leggings off the in the bathroom, coming to terms with the sheer amount of semen that was still roiling inside her. The leggings reeked of sex and, based on the clumps of opaque fluid caked in the crotch, she worried they would have to be thrown away. They cost like $70 so she would have to try and save them. Lucy was about ninety percent sure she would get pregnant. It felt inevitable after the amount that Matt had ejaculated. Lucy cursed herself for being so careless. She should have gotten the pill, or something.

Lucy considered the possibility she could get pregnant. How bad would that be? Matt was a good guy, attractive and attentive enough. And, if a baby kept him around that would mean she could see lots of his dick.

Pregnant with Matt’s baby had a nice ring to it. She closed her eyes as the possibility carried the weight of a fantasy. Lucy’s hand crept between her legs and felt the mixture of liquids competing to sluice down her thighs. With a smile she softly rubbed her clit and thought about being knocked up by her boyfriend.

—

Matt jumped into his bed with a sigh of contentment. What a night! It had started off so uneasy, too. It was hard not to get a big head about the whole ordeal, especially the last words Lucy had hit him with before leaving.

“I think I’m falling for you.”

His heart skipped a beat just thinking about it. Matt felt like he should have said something in reply but Lucy had disappeared so quick he didn’t have a chance. He smiled, staring up at the ceiling, replaying his evening with his girlfriend. Lucy’s kinky side had made an appearance and Matt wondered just how far she would be willing to go in a public place. He thought about it so much that before long he was about ready to jack off to the fantasy.

He shucked his pants off so that his erection would have room to grow. He wouldn’t do anything just yet, but getting an erection with pants on was becoming increasingly uncomfortable. Matt closed his eyes and pictured Lucy on that bench by the lake, her legs spread and her tight sex glistening in the fading daylight...

Matt was erect. The tent under his covers had been pitched, wavering with heat more than a foot off the bed. He kept his eyes closed and let his hand wander to it, the images of Lucy dancing through his mind. He had never felt as secure as he did now. Well, actually an hour ago, when Lucy was still in his arms. No other woman competed for his affection. He was focused only on his girlfriend. Her face, her body, her love.

—

While Matt was flirting with the idea of masturbating in his love-drunk haze there was drama afoot many, many miles away.

Xyxxor’s desk was a mess of jumbled papers, notes, and open books. The book shelves that lined the room were little better. He rubbed his chin, the strands of his long beard bunching in his fingers. Days had passed and he did not feel any closer to locating the spell he had cast. This was often the case in locatomancy until, out of nowhere, the answer presented itself. Xyxxor simply had to be patient.

His client, Cedric, did not feel this way. Cedric himself was not a threat, but his poor attitude could cause Xyxxor problems attracting future clients.

In the center of the room hummed a number of magical instruments. The important one, appearing to be a handful of spheres rotating within each other, was busy looking for the imprint of Xyxxor’s spell. The trail had been much more difficult to find than Xyxxor anticipated. He sighed and grabbed his phone, ignoring be incessant messages from Cedric, and thumbed through the internet aimlessly. He enjoyed using a cell phone in his lab. The clash of ancient and too-modern was a lovely irony.

There was a click that echoed through the room. Xyxxor looked up and saw that the largest turning sphere had snapped into place, indicating that part of the trail had been found. He examined it, the whirring of the inner spheres continuing unabated.

“North America?” he grinned. Not as far as it could be.

The web of magical energy criss crossed the ethereal map that was always projected across the largest sphere. Now, one of the webs was darker, more pronounced.

“Yes...” Xyxxor mumbled, grinning wide.

His small victory was interrupted by a mirror on the wall shimmering with heat. It transmuted into an image of Cedric.

“Xyxxor!” he shouted.

The wizard answered with a groan, “Cedric, it is 2020, I have a phone.”

“You only say that because you ignore your phone!”

It was true. The mirror couldn’t block a call.

“What is it, Cedric? I am hard at work, as you can see,” Xyxxor said.

“It has been days! I demand you retry the spell!”

“Cedric, we have been over this. It is easier to locate--“

“I do not believe you,” Cedric replied.

“Cedric. That spell was very challenging. We are lucky that it was only cast into the wrong vessel. Casting it again may have adverse effects.”

The man in the mirror scowled.

“I have it on good authority that—“

“Cedric,” Xyxxor said, “your friends are stupid and don’t know a thing about magic.”

After that point settled, Xyxxor continued, “I am working diligently to locate the accidental target of the spill, upon which I will transfer the effects to you, and all will be well. So sit tight, relax, and leave me alone.”

Cedric vanished from the mirror in a huff and Xyxxor was left looking at his own reflection.

—

Wednesday morning remained blustery and cold. Matt jogged into the building, hoping to catch Lucy before class started. However, he was waylaid just inside the door.

{if Cheat with Abigail=true}

Abigail sauntered up to Matt with an overly enthusiastic smile.

“Good morning, Matthew,” she said.

“Abigail,” he replied.

“How was your date?”

He flashed a look of surprise.

“Yes,” Abigail continued, “I’m aware of your date. I know things, Matthew.”

Matt grimaced and kept walking with Abigail right next to him.

“What about another date?”

“I think she’s busy tonight,” Matt said.

Abigail let out an exaggerated sigh. “No, silly, with me.”

“No,” he replied, rolling his eyes.

“Why not?” She stepped in his path, “Don’t pretend you don’t like me. I know you do.”

Matt stopped and sighed.

“Abigail, stop. I’m with Lucy. That’s the end of it.”

“No.”

“No?”

“Look, how about this. You and I go out tonight and if you don’t want to see me again then... we can talk about it.”

“How is... what?” Matt said, perplexed.

Abigail just smiled. “I know you’ll want to see me again afterwards so. Yeah.”

Abigail was arrogant. She had marked Matt as hers and would not even allow him to get in her way. It radiated off of her like a neon sign at midnight, impossible to miss. Matt wanted to be disgusted by it but he found it hot, which was part of the reason she had seduced him in the first place.

“Okay,” Matt compromised, “what are the chances you leave me alone if this ‘date’” he made air quotes to punctuate the absurdity, “and it doesn't go well?”

“Don’t have such a bad attitude, Matthew. I’ll have a car pick you up at 6!” Abigail said proudly, bouncing away without another word.

“It’s a date,” Matt muttered to himself.

{endif}

{if Cheat with Emily=true}

“Excuse me, sir,” a familiar voice said with the most professional tone.

“Emily?” he exclaimed.

Emily smiled up at Matt like she was keeping a secret.

“I’m covering for the nurse again, so if your head is still bothering you please, come see me.”

Emily kept her distance, all appearances being professional and appropriate. The tension between them, however, was anything but. Matt swallowed nervously.

“Okay, uh, listen—“ he started, not understanding the dynamic.

Emily shot him a look to silence him. “I can check out your head whenever. Thank you!” She walked across him down the hall, her hand extending just enough to trace across his torso. He watched her walk away, the same dark blue scrubs obscuring most of her frame except for her wide hips betraying the big, round ass underneath.

{endif}

Matt sighed. Of course this would happen. He had to see Lucy, still, so he jogged to her locker. He kissed the back of her neck and she pushed her ass against his groin in return.

“Hey you...” she sighed happily.

“I missed you last night,” Matt whispered.

Lucy turned around and gave him a quick, though clearly passionate, kiss.

“What are we doing tonight?” Matt asked.

“Nothing, unfortunately. I have some stuff to take care of.”

“School stuff?”

“Yes,” Lucy said, “I have this group project for chemistry and we’re going to meet tonight. It might take a couple days, too.”

She leaned her head against his shoulder and continued, “I don’t wanna do it.”

Matt kissed the top of her head. “I know. You’ll do great, though. This weekend we’ll do something, okay?”

“Perfect,” she grinned as the bell rang for class.