You're walking

"You're walking. This will give you time to think about how to avoid doing this again."

Jessica made a high pitched sound, stomping her feet in protest, but her mother gave her the look and her shoulders sank. Claire didn't actually expect Mrs. Cruz to make her walk, but this made her day easier. Jessica turned around and began trudging her way back to the track, sulking the whole way.

Mrs. Cruz unlocked the door and let Claire inside. She had to suppress the urge to call out to her daughter, to give her the keys to the truck and keep spoiling her. Neither She or her husband were very good at dealing out punishment. She'd read somewhere that it was easier to punish kids if you had more than one, but she never believed it. She stood in the doorway, unable to make up her mind. She took a deep breath before stepping in and shutting the door.

Claire wanted to take a shower, but she needed to know if the Herbalist was right. She had biked all the way out to the lake last weekend to see the herbalist after her friend Denise's claims of "pheromones" working on her crush with _fantastic _results. Originally, the plan was to ask for something similar to swoon her friend best Jessica to the darkside, but the herbalist claimed that she would have better luck seeking her Mother Linda's attention. This claim made her laugh extensively, but the herbalist assured her that the concoction she would give her would not "make a person lie". The curly headed hermit gave her a small vial of clear fluid that had no fragrance whatsoever, and slipped a small scrap of paper into her pocket with the instructions: dab on wrists, apply behind the ears and on arm pits, physical contact intensifies effects. After several failed attempts to influence Jessica, it seemed that now was the time to see if Mrs. Cruz was a secret lesbian, or at least bisexual.

The young athlete hugged her unexpectedly. Her strong, sweat soaked body held her tightly, and for a moment it felt like her head was spinning for no good reason. The older woman blushed out of embarrassment from how much she needed reassurance at that moment. She could smell Claire's sweat and subtle body odor mixing with her shampoo now that she was so close. She returned the hug instinctively, and felt a jolt of unexpected arousal run through her body.

"How's she gonna learn if she's always let off easy?" Claire said into her shoulder.

"Thank you," Mrs. Cruz managed after a moment, "I'm sure we've been too soft on her."

Her daughter's friend broke the hug and headed for the kitchen. Mrs. Cruz felt a sudden magnetic pull to remain close to her, to feel her firm, sweaty body against her own. The need was overwhelming for a moment, but then in passed. She took a deep breath and tried to compose herself, noticing that her nipples were hard, and incredibly sensitive. Despite her better judgement, she followed Claire into the kitchen.