Sex, Please

"Just a second," said John to Alicia. "Let me get a good look at you."

Betty muttered something under her breath. Alicia stood, clutching her purse at her waist, nervously exercising her fingers. John thought to the voice, "I've changed my mind about her personality. I want her to be a total slut who really enjoys sex, has a lot of experience, looks and dresses even more sexy, and wants to do me right now before dinner. And maybe send Betty away for a while so we can do it right here."

"So that's a nympho porn star package for Alicia," said the voice, "and come up with a reason for Betty to leave?"

"Yeah, that's right," thought John.

The scene in front of John's eyes rippled briefly. Betty was now having a conversation on her cell phone, but John wasn't paying any attention to that; his attention was completely fixed on the new, new Alicia, who was once again looking in the mirror applying lipstick, although it was bright red this time. She still bore a resemblance to Angelina Jolie, but her proportions had been enhanced to near-cartoonish proportions, with her thighs and ass barely contained in a black miniskirt, volleyball-sized breasts that threatened to break out of the black halter top tied around them, and legs that seemed to go on forever, assisted by the fact that her high-heeled shoes now had 6-inch platforms.

She turned toward John. A silver charm dangled from her pierced navel. A large silver hoop dangled from each earlobe, with a handful of smaller silver hoops and studs through other piercings around the outside of each ear. Her face was still obviously beautiful, but now it was enhanced by thick makeup: her sparkling green eyes rimmed with thick eyeliner, several colors of eye shadow, and unbelievably long and lush lashes; her cheekbones more prominently pink; her lips red, glossy, and looking as if they needed to be around a cock soon.

Betty snapped her cell phone closed, waking John up from his reverie. "That was this girl I'm working on a project with," she groaned. "There's been some kind of emergency. I've gotta go over to Smith Hall." That was on the other side of campus. "You two are welcome to stay, just lock the door behind you when you leave, and I should be back in a couple of hours. Any problem, you can get my cell number from Eli." She grabbed a backpack that was hanging off her desk chair and skedaddled, closing the door behind her, leaving John in the room with Alicia.

"Thank God," said Alicia. She licked her lips, showing off the silver stud through her tongue, and then started moving slowly toward John. "I don't know if Eli told you this, but any friend of his is a friend of mine. A very good friend." She started unbuttoning John's shirt, mindful of her inch-long, perfectly manicured, bright red fingernails. Once she'd gotten the first two done, she seemed to change her mind, and instead yanked the shirt open. At least two buttons, having been ripped off by Alicia's action, clattered on the dorm room's wooden floor somewhere. John didn't have time to dwell on that, because Alicia instead grabbed him by the face and pressed her lips to his, then practically **** his mouth open with her tongue and did a bit of lingual exploration.

At that point, John came in his pants.

Alicia could tell. She retreated, taking a step back, and looked a bit crestfallen.

Trying to fix the situation, John made a wish.