The red liquid became incredibly sticky when dry.

(chapter originally by Phantom Pen at writing.com)

Mackenzie frowned, sensing that something was amiss. The heat of the fire was drying her off, to be sure, but she didn't feel dry. The sensation wasn't completely alien, but the curvy redhead was having trouble figuring out just what it was.

"Hey, Mackenzie, does your skin feel kind of weird?" Lana asked, voicing the same thoughts Mackenzie was having. "I feel all, I don't know, icky."

"You too?" Mackenzie asked, turning to face her new friend. "Do you think it's something in whatever they used to dye the water?"

"Must be." Lana mused. "Feels nasty, in any case. We should find a way to clean this stuff off us."

Nodding in agreement, Mackenzie turned to face the library, hoping to see something that might prove useful. Of course, all she saw were books, books, and more books. None of that was exactly helpful. With an annoyed sigh, Mackenzie idly flipped the pages of an open book on a small table near the fire. However, the paper of the page stuck to her fingers, tearing away from the book as Mackenzie pulled away.

Confused, Mackenzie looked at the small scraps of paper clinging to her fingertips. That's when realization dawned upon her: the feeling all over her skin was from being covered in something sticky! Whatever was used to dye the pool water must have turned into an adhesive once dried!

"Lana, I figured out what's wrong!" Mackenzie suddenly said. "We're covered in-" Mackenzie found herself cut off as she turned to face her naked companion. Lana had been closer to Mackenzie than the redhead had realized, and the sudden feeling of a whole lot of skin on skin made it readily apparent that the two had just collided.

To make matters worse, the way they had collided (and, thanks to the adhesive, stuck together) had the two naked beauties-