Take it with her, but don't use it yet!

Jane was horny, but she wasn't so horny that she couldn't wait a little while longer. Right now, she needed to focus. What else did she need before she headed out? Her phone, of course. But that brought up another problem. Where was she going to put her phone? She had no purse and no pockets. If she didn't want to carry it, and didn't want to wear clothes (not that she had any clothing left that even had pockets), she would have to put it into her magical pencil box. But, the issue was, that this meant while she didn't have her phone out, it wouldn't have a signal (extradimensional pockets were tricky like that). And so, while her phone was in the box, no one could get in touch with her. Oh well, Jane thought. It can't be helped. I guess they'll have to leave messages.

Next was her wallet, which she found on the other side of the bed, where the various sundries from her purse had been dumped onto the floor when her purse had just stopped existing last night. In the same pile she found her dorm-room key (very important!) and some other odds and ends (some loose bills and change, a travel pack of tissues, a nail file, aspirin, etc.) that she also put into the pencil box with her key and wallet and smart phone. As she did this, she tried to think what else she might need. {if bestie_shoes_destroyed = 1}With a start she remembered she had destroyed all of Alice's shoes! And, since Alice was probably going to be very upset about this, she decided to attempt a preemptive apology by grabbed the red pair of pumps off the bed and, carefully, angled them around so she could get them into the pencil box, putting them in toe first and tilting them up then down again to accommodate the heel. Then she put the vibrator in the pencil box and closed it. That done, {endif}Jane looked around the dorm-room and, not able to think of anything else, decided to head out. She held the pencil box on her open left palm and, snapping the fingers of her right hand, caused the pencil box to disappear into its own little pocket dimension.

Walking as confidently as she could, naked and barefoot, out into the hallway, she felt like she was in a dream. One of those wonderful dreams where she imagined herself naked and barefoot in her old high-school, going about her daily activities without the burden of clothing, feeling that everyone was looking at her and ogling her body. The short, cool carpet felt scratchy under her feet, and the air conditioning made her shiver and her nipples (if it was possible, being as aroused as she was) even harder. Nervously, as she walked down the hallway, she looked around for people. This was, of course silly, as she had already been outside of her room and no one had cared, because of the current state of the spell, that she was naked. But this was all so new that it didn't feel real yet. And she wouldn't have been surprised if someone would have screamed and pointed shouting "Where are your clothes!"

But this did not happen. Reaching the stairs without running into anyone, she passed three people, two women and a man, on their way up the stairs carrying backpacks after the turn at the landing. They didn't give Jane a second look. Reaching the bottom of the stairs, the floor changed from the half carpeted/half rubberized surface of the stairs to the cold, smooth (and slightly dirty) feeling of the linoleum tiling. The glass front doors to the dorm-building were in sight now, just a few meters away! She could see the gorgeous sunlight of morning outside. She was drawn to it like a moth to a flame and, stepping onto the scratchy, wide doormat immediately inside of the big glass doors, she pushed open those doors to the outside world.

The first thing that hit her was the air, so cool and refreshing! And she could feel it on every part of her! Right away, too, the slightest breeze of fresh air made the slick rivulets of moisture, that had run down her legs from her excited pussy, evaporate a little faster, causing them to feel extra cool against her inner thighs, knees, calves, ankles and feet. Her arousal was on full display, and everyone could see it, but, because of the magics in her new notebook, they just didn't care!

The next thing that hit her was the sunlight. The warm, glorious sunlight shining down on every part of her, warming her back up again as soon as she stepped out of the shadow of the building and into the direct sunlight. Her feet felt the dirt and grittiness of the pavement and the few leaves that had fallen onto the path. She threw open her arms, turned her head back and luxuriated in the warm sunlight of the morning, feeling it on her entire naked body.

This was heaven!

Then someone slapped her tight little ass - hard!

"Eeep!" Jane squealed. She spun around to come face to face with a woman she had never seen before.

"Hi there," the woman said, reaching her arms around Jane to have access to her butt with both hands, rubbing it forcefully. "You have an amazing butt, did you know that?"

"Thank you," Jane crooned. "I enjoy having it played with, that's why I like to keep it naked."

"It suits you!" the woman said, parroting Roger's admittedly overused baked-in dialogue.

"Thank you," Jane all but purred. "I'm Jane Tabitha Fitz, by the way."

"Nice to meet you," the woman said, slapping Jane's ass cheeks with both hands. "I'm Sara." She leg go of Jane with one hand and used that hand to fondle Jane's breast. "I'm new here, I just moved into 209 upstairs."

"Oh! I'm in 207!"

"Ah, we're neighbours!" Sara slapped Jane's ass again with one hand.

Jane squeaked again and said "Thank you," in a quiet, crooning voice.

"You're welcome!" she said with a big smile, looking down into Jane's eyes. Sara was a tall woman, far taller than Jane, standing at least six feet tall and was lean and toned. She had short cut blond hair, pale skin wrapping a firm athletic body and had piercing blue eyes. She was wearing a thin, white tank-top, that was nearly see-through in the sunlight, black track pants and white sneakers. She had a gym bag at her feet so she could grope and spank Jane with both hands.

"Is there anything else you want to do to me?" Jane asked, moving her butt against Sara's hand.

"Hmm... I think so..." Sara lowered herself down, bending at the knees, in order to slide her hands down Jane's body, one down her back, one down her front, caressing her back and tummy, and pubes, until two strong, insistent fingers slid into Jane's pussy. She was being finger fucked in public by a near total stranger. And she was naked.

Two fingers slid in and out of her, and the second hand moved down her butt, between her butt cheeks... "Oh!" Sara said with surprise. "There's something in there?"

"Oh!" Jane blushed. "Yeah..." she laughed at herself and her forgetfulness. "That's my butt plug."

"Hot," Sara said approvingly. "Hey, I need to get to he gym right now, but do you think I can have your number?" She gave Jane's butt cheek a little squeeze and remove her fingers from the shorter woman's vagina, standing up straight again.

"Sure!" Jane summoned her pencil box and removed her phone.

Casually, Sara put the two adventurous fingers that were still covered in Jane's fluids into her own mouth, sucking them clean. "Wow, you taste amazing. Like strawberries!"

"Thank you! How nice of you to notice! It's because of a preparation my sister makes."

"Wish I had a sister like yours."

Jane nodded enthusiastically. "Mm-hm! I'm very lucky! Here we go," she had unlocked her phone and made the pencil box disappear and, as per the box's enchantment, Sara didn't notice anything unusual about the box's inexplicable appearance or disappearance. "I'll text you. What's your number?"

The taller woman gave it. "How do you spell your full name?"

"It's Sara Whitley." She proceeded to spell it for Jane.

"Uh-huh. And your middle name?"

"That's a weird question."

Jane laughed out loud. Given the inhibitions being suppressed by her magic butt plug, the idea that asking someone their middle name seemed utterly ridiculous to Jane, but who was she to judge, at this point?

"It is. But I'm a weird person."

"You're cute. Can I kiss you?"

"You may," Jane hugged herself and did a coy little side-to-side wiggle, starting in her shoulders, in anticipation of the kiss.

Sara kissed Jane right in the middle of the forehead. "My middle name is Matilda." She spelled it for her.

Jane added this into her phone and texted Sara the message "Hi! This is the girl with the butt plug from earlier ;)"

"I texted you," Jane confirmed, hearing the taller woman's phone go off in her gym bag.

"Nice. I hope we can get together later? Maybe have some more fun when we both have the time?" she smacked Jane's butt one more time.

"I'd like that!"

Sara gave Jane a pat on the head and a grope on her hip and thigh. "See you later, then!" And she ran off with her gym bag in hand, toward the campus gymnasium.

Jane sighed. This was the best day ever. And it was just getting started.