A small wisp of smoke rose between us as I examined Cora’s slim, shapeless form. Nothing had changed. That was to be expected, I supposed.
Cora, however, ran up the stairs to the nearest bathroom. I followed after her, hearing a disappointed sigh from behind the closed door as I reached the top. The door opened, and a glassy-eyed Cora stepped out. The sight tugged at my heartstrings. She must really have had her heart set on this spell thing working!
“It didn’t work,” she said, needlessly.
I walked up to her and gave her a friendly hug. “I know,” I whispered as we embraced.
We stood there for a long moment before I finally released the hug. Taking her by the shoulders, I gave her an earnest look. “You going to be okay?”
She nodded, eyes downcast.
“Sure?”
Her eyes rose to meet mine, tears beginning to well along her lower lashes. “Yeah,” she said in a tremulous voice.
“It’s okay, Core,” I said, reeling her in for another hug. We’re off to college in six months. Maybe we’re just meant to connect with the people we love there, not here.”
She gazed up at me intently before wiping her tears away with a sniff. “I just… thought it would work, you know? I thought this was meant to be…”
“I know,” I said, giving her a final squeeze. “I know.”
WEEK 2
“Tony,” said Aria, gorgeous lips pursing in a sultry pout as she examined her reflection critically in the mirror. “How does this one look?”
She turned toward him. Thin white fabric clung to the lower two thirds of her spectacular breasts as the scoop neck swooped daringly low on her full breasts to reveal a dizzying expanse of tanned cleavage. She gestured downward, the flourish of her slender fingers inviting his wide eyes to drink in the elegant lines of her stunning body. The movement sent a delicious ripple through the flesh at the dress’ neckline.
My stunned gaze roamed from the girl’s luscious cleavage to the sculpted contours of her firm stomach, admiring the inward taper of her narrow waist before it flowed gracefully outward into supple hips. The dress adhered to her curves to mid-thigh, leaving the interminable length of her shapely legs on jaw-dropping display.
“It’s quite a bit sexier than the last one, don’t you think?” she said, long legs crossing over one another in a model’s gait as she strode toward him.
“Y-yes,” I said. I still couldn’t believe my luck at having Aria ask me to go shopping for dresses to the upcoming Spring Fling festival.
“Would you like to peel it off me?” she breathed, her voice turning husky. Her willowy arms slithered around me, her luminous eyes sending a smoldering gaze into mine.
Was she coming on to me? I was speechless.
She took my hand in hers, guiding it lightly over her delicately carved scapula to one of the shoulder straps that held in her plump cleavage. She pinched my fingers over the line strip of fabric, then began to pull it downward…
***
I awoke, drenched in sweat. He flung off the covers to allow the cool morning air to wash over his burning skin. He ran his fingers through damp, stringy hair. He hadn’t had an erotic dream in a while, but this one had been a doozy. Aria had tried on dresses, each one skimpier than the last, until that final one…
Good God. I really needed to get my mind off Aria. She was gorgeous enough to begin with. But in my dreams, she had breasts a good couple of cup sizes larger than she had in real life. Every part of her body in my fantasies was tailored to my exacting tastes.
I thought of the failed spell with Cora. What if she had actually turned into his hyper-sexy version of Aria? She seemed to have had her heart set on it.
Maybe I should do something nice for Cora to help get her past this disappointment. She’d been pretty quiet all week, sullen and brooding. I’d spend some time with her after school today. Help her get past it.
I strode into the bathroom to get ready for school.