The virus takes hold

The door opened, Erica stepping inside with a look of concern. For a fleeting moment, Erica saw Lucy standing there, blushing and bare below the waist, her nipples jutting through her thin shirt. The shock of the sight made her freeze.

Lucy’s mortification peaked, and before she could stop herself, her body betrayed her. She exploded into a wet, mewling orgasm, her legs trembling and her breath coming in short, **** gasps.

Erica’s eyes widened in confusion. She had a moment to wonder what was happening, but then a wave of the airborne virus wafted over her, carried by Lucy’s involuntary release. The virus took hold quickly, its effects immediate.

Erica blinked, and the image of Lucy faded from her mind. She no longer noticed the girl in the room. Instead, she found herself standing in what she now perceived as an old, unused spare bedroom. She furrowed her brow, confused. “Why did I come in here?” she muttered to herself.

Lucy, still caught in the throes of her orgasm, was horrified. Her mother had seen her, had watched her in her most humiliating moment, but now it was as if Erica didn’t even register her presence. Lucy’s horror did nothing to combat her lust. If anything, being caught and then ignored made her hotter, her arousal skyrocketing to unbearable heights.

Erica shook her head, trying to clear the fog. She turned and left the room, closing the door behind her. As she walked away, the confusion lingered. She couldn’t remember why she had gone into that room in the first place, and any thought of Lucy had slipped from her mind.

Lucy stood there, panting and trembling. Her body was still humming with need, the pleasure from her orgasm doing nothing to sate her desire. The fact that her mother had seen her and then walked away, oblivious, only added to her distress and arousal.

“What is wrong with me?” she whispered, tears of frustration welling in her eyes. She looked down at her soaked thighs, her fingers twitching with the need to touch herself again. But the shame and confusion held her back, at least for a moment.

She moved to her bed and collapsed onto it, her body shaking. She wanted to scream, to cry, to understand what was happening to her. But all she could do was give in to the relentless need, her hands moving to her swollen, dripping core as she moaned softly. She masturbated till her fingers ached, but the heat was constant. She rolled over and clenched a pillow between her thighs and humped it, unable to stop.

Erica, meanwhile, was in the kitchen, trying to focus on her work. But the fog in her mind made it hard to concentrate. She felt a strange sense of detachment, as if something important was slipping through her fingers. She stared uncomprehendingly at a photo of Lucy and her at the beach, at first unable to recognize Lucy and then not noticing her in the picture at all.

She glanced at the table and realized she had set two places at the dinner table. “What’s wrong with me?” she muttered, shaking her head. She put up the extra dishes before sitting down to her meal, her thoughts drifting aimlessly. She felt like she was forgetting something.