Luckily, your best friend is a responsible and caring lover.

Your brain doesn't seem to react for several moments that feel like hours. Of all of the orgasms you had had since you had woken up within a woman's body, this was the most intense, and the final orgasm mirrored this. In those moments, nothing in the world mattered but the sensation of a fullness the likes of which nothing else in the world can give you, and the fond, distant sounds of a familiar lover.

As your mind finally comes back around, you find yourself back on the seat of the chair, still propped up by Alex, who is now leaning into you just enough to keep himself on his exhausted feet. For a moment, fear fills you, combined with a mix of excitement that you can't quite place the meaning of. You begin to look down, and you see...

...that Alex had pulled out at the last possible minute, and had cum pretty much everywhere but inside of you. There were trails of cum from just above your abdomen, right up into the crevices under your breasts. With a chuckle, you silently reach down and collect a bit of it, running it fondly along your tongue. With a chuckle of amusement, Alex picks you back up and, in one motion, sets you on the floor, before plopping down fondly next to you.

For the next ten minutes or so, the two of you quietly lay there embracing one another fondly whilst attempting to catch your breath. Beyond the sight of the sun through the back door windows and the occasional, amused giggle from one or both of you, it's a quiet, peaceful moment following a rather intense session of fucking. You realize that there's enough time here where you should be wondering why Alex did this all, as it seemed very out of character to what you thought of him... but you also knew that last night was an equally intense fucking, in an entirely different, if less intimate way. You could hardly blame him for wanting that again, as you certainly wanted it as well, even with the questions that it raised about how this spell seemed to effect you.

Eventually, you give him a slight shove. "Give me some warning before you get that forceful again!" You say with a giggle, before quietly settling yourself against his side comfortably.

"I'm sorry." He replies, and surprisingly, there is a genuine tone to it. "I just... I needed to take the initiative." There's a strange sound to his voice, as if this was a decision he had made before he had even woken up this morning. Before you can really react or reflect on it, he continues with a laugh. "Besides... you were in from moment one."

"You've never been so hot in your life." You coo fondly the moment he finishes his sentence. Whatever had spurned on the initiative, it was truly a body-rocking experience. Fuck, the very memory of it already makes your pussy wet again..

"So." You begin, sitting up and turning your attention to the man at your side. "You want to try this, whole... foursome... thing... again." You say, a smirk playing against your lips.

"I thought that was the deal?" He retorted, sitting up with a hurt expression. "You get to orgasm, and then I get to play a little more."

"Well... I'm certainly not opposed to the idea." You quickly reply with a wink, before settling your chin on your knees and pulling them inward. "It was... intense."

"I'm surprised you were so into it, with how at odds you and Sasha were." Alex noted, pushing himself back against the cabinet. "It seemed like you really weren't, at first."

"I wasn't." And, that was a truthful statement. You really hated Sasha from the very moment you saw her in this form. You could recall a distant memory where you, as John Doe, found her attractive, and had secretly hoped you had a chance with her once this on-again-off-again thing was done with her and Alex... but, that certainly didn't mirror your current thought-process. Indeed, you muse, as you silently watch your toes curl and play against the title floor, that was the truth... until you felt a pulsing dick within you. Then, suddenly, she was the most attractive thing in the world. Even when Alex was talking about her and how you'd eaten her out the night before, the memory had spurned you on to fuck Alex even harder, but now... that memory did nothing for you... and some part of you regretted it.

"But, things change." You finally note, standing back to your feet. "If you want to set this up again, I'm in. But, we can't do it overnight."

Alex lets out a grunt and pushes himself back to his feet. "Why?"

This comment hurts you deeply, and you're not immediately sure why. "What the fuck do you mean, why?" You ask, turning on him. Alex immediately backs up, his hands going up in a defensive stance. That's enough to reign in the feeling of anger, and leave behind it a moment of sadness, and quiet reflection. Instinctively, you look down, partially at the floor, and partially at your body. "Because... this is the last of the spell."

There's a palpable moment of silence. "Oh." Alex replies, a tangible sound of regret in his voice. "Oh. John, I'm so..."

"It's fine." You say, looking back up at him and pushing your hair behind your ear, a movement that has become second nature. You regret bringing it up, not just because it upset Alex... but because, you genuinely don't know how life could go back to normal after all of this.

"So!" You finally note, taking his hand and pulling him in for a quick peck on the lips. Flirtation was an easy mask for you. "We need to take advantage of the time we have left. How fast can you get them over here?"