Not Yet

Abigail shakes her head. She had homework, she was tired, and she certainly didn't want to be uncorking a bottle of booze around Riley.

"No, maybe later," she said.

"Come on," Riley pleaded. "Just a sniff test?"

"No. I don't want to right now."

"Fine, but later?" Riley seemed to be getting **** and Abigail could not figure out why.

"Maybe," she said.

Abigail put the bottle on the top shelf of her dorm room desk and set about doing her biology homework.

"Do you have any plans for tonight?" Riley asked.

"Plans?"

"It's Saturday night. Any parties? Exploring the woods? Anything?"

Abigail gazed at Riley with more than a little irritation. It had been a busy day and she just wanted some peace. Was that too much to ask for?

"No," she said. "I'm just going to do some homework."

"Oh my gosh, you're so boring. Well I'm going to make plans." With that, Riley huffed her way out of the room, slamming the door behind her.

Silence filled the room. Abigail closed her eyes and took a moment to breathe in the atmosphere. The glorious solitude. She opened her eyes on the ornate bottle sitting at the top of her desk. It sure was a pretty little bobble. Abigail didn't like the whole "potion of lust" deal, but, if she turned the bottle around to hide the label, it looked very classy. Almost like some treasured artifact out of a fantasy novel.

Abigail reached up to turn the bottle around, but misjudged the height. The bottle went careening off the side of the shelf, hitting the cold wood surface of the desk with a hard thud. To her shock, it didn't shatter.

Abigail breathed a sigh of relief only to be met with a new emergency. The cap on top of the dropper had become dislodged and now droplets of ebony liquid were seeping into her desk.

"Crap," Abigail yelped. She looked around the room desperately, spying a towel on the opposite side of the little dorm. She bolted up and grabbed it without thinking, using it to wipe up most of the leaking goo. She tossed the towel onto the ground and righted the bottle.

That's when she caught the smell. A deep and rich scent of black raspberries and chocolate and something deeper, muskier. Abigail's head fluttered for a moment and she failed to notice the droplet of black goo trailing down the bottle. It rolled down onto her index finger and immediately started to absorb into her skin.

Abigail yanked her hand away on instinct and then gasped. Immediately after, a warm, indescribable sensation rolled over the young college freshman. Her whole body felt hot. Her small breasts and crotch began to itch and tingle.

"Whoa," Abigail said in a breathy moan. The scent, deep and lustful, was filling the tiny room, clouding Abigail's head. She needed to get out. Needed to be away before it was--too late?

Her instincts took over, driving her out of her room. Abigail was entirely unaware of the way her nipples poked furiously against her small bra. Nor was she aware of the growing wet spot on her panties. She just needed...something.