She exchanged brief greetings and went back to the books.
She hurled her pencil across the room. It hit the mirror and fell behind the dresser drawers. Think! Think! She pounded her fists against her temples. Why had she done so well studying last time? Why had she been able to make sense of the lab exercises? What had she done differently?
Her mind disobeyed her, and strayed away from chemistry to Franco. God, he was gorgeous, and he wanted her. Closing her eyes, she remembered how she attacked him that day. She had attacked Robert the same way at Susan’s party. She giggled, partly from embarrassment, partly because she could see now how ridiculous she had behaved.
That had been the night she understood chemistry!
Her eyes popped open. And right after she got off watching Gloria and Dr. Romero, she aced the lab exercises.
She whipped her head to stare at her sock drawer. The idol sat untouched all week. She didn’t want to admit that it had an effect on her. But if she pieced it together, every time she had contact with that tiki, she got hot and crazy and did whatever it took to get some relief. And afterwards her mind cleared. She could focus on her work.
It was as if she needed to have sex to be smart.
She laughed again. That’s an insane notion. Magic wasn’t real. Still, her eyes fixed on the drawer.
She crept across the room, and with deliberate care, opened the drawer. There it remained, nestled among her socks. Its absurd grin seemed out of place on a tiki. She clasped it, and brought it close to her face.
She waited. And sure enough, warmth seeped from the idol into her hand and up her arm. She dropped it and it landed with a thud back in the drawer. The unbearable heat could only be relieved from an intense orgasm. An orgasm that would be more forceful than any she had before. At least the others were.
And afterwards she’d be ready to take that test tomorrow morning.
She grabbed her phone and called Gloria.
“Hey, Gloria, are you going to your club tonight?”
“I was thinking of it. I thought you were studying for your big test tomorrow.”
“I want to go. Tonight. Now.”
“Okay, okay. I’ll drive by and pick you up in fifteen minutes.” Gloria hung up.
Wendy paused. She took deep breaths and soon the sensation passed. Well, it waned a bit, but simmered in the background. It was useless to think about anything else. So she got dressed in her best jeans and a tight, button shirt. She sprayed her good perfume she treated herself to last birthday, and swiped on eyeshadow.
“Wendy, I think I see Gloria’s car outside,” her mom called from the living room.
“I’ll be right there.” Wendy reached out with just her thumb and index finger, and plopped the tiki idol into her bag. Even that little contact renewed some of the warmth and desire that had faded.
She hurried out through the house calling, “Bye Mom, don’t wait up,” as she let the door swing closed behind her.
“So, what made you change your mind?” Gloria asked as she drove.
“What if I were to tell you I had a magic tiki idol that makes me horny?”
“I’d say you were horny enough without an idol. Geeze, Wendy, I knew all that studying would addle your brain.”
Wendy planned to meet someone for a quick, casual fling. There had to be a half-way decent looking guy who was up for a one night stand. Just something to get her through the night. Then tomorrow, her mind would be equipped to tackle the periodic table.
A short drive brought them to a neighborhood where upscale shops and restaurants lined the streets. Down the side streets sat the kind of houses Wendy hoped one day to afford for herself and her mother. The nightlife spilled onto the streets from the bars and clubs. Wendy scanned them for names.
“What did you say this club was called?”
“I didn’t. It doesn’t really have a name,” Gloria said, turning into a parking lot that served a number of businesses.
Wendy got out and gripped her
She hurled her pencil across the room. It hit the mirror and fell behind the dresser drawers. Think! Think! She pounded her fists against her temples. Why had she done so well studying last time? Why had she been able to make sense of the lab exercises? What had she done differently?
Her mind disobeyed her, and strayed away from chemistry to Franco. God, he was gorgeous, and he wanted her. Closing her eyes, she remembered how she attacked him that day. She had attacked Robert the same way at Susan’s party. She giggled, partly from embarrassment, partly because she could see now how ridiculous she had behaved.
That had been the night she understood chemistry!
Her eyes popped open. And right after she got off watching Gloria and Dr. Romero, she aced the lab exercises.
She whipped her head to stare at her sock drawer. The idol sat untouched all week. She didn’t want to admit that it had an effect on her. But if she pieced it together, every time she had contact with that tiki, she got hot and crazy and did whatever it took to get some relief. And afterwards her mind cleared. She could focus on her work.
It was as if she needed to have sex to be smart.
She laughed again. That’s an insane notion. Magic wasn’t real. Still, her eyes fixed on the drawer.
She crept across the room, and with deliberate care, opened the drawer. There it remained, nestled among her socks. Its absurd grin seemed out of place on a tiki. She clasped it, and brought it close to her face.
She waited. And sure enough, warmth seeped from the idol into her hand and up her arm. She dropped it and it landed with a thud back in the drawer. The unbearable heat could only be relieved from an intense orgasm. An orgasm that would be more forceful than any she had before. At least the others were.
And afterwards she’d be ready to take that test tomorrow morning.
She grabbed her phone and called Gloria.
“Hey, Gloria, are you going to your club tonight?”
“I was thinking of it. I thought you were studying for your big test tomorrow.”
“I want to go. Tonight. Now.”
“Okay, okay. I’ll drive by and pick you up in fifteen minutes.” Gloria hung up.
Wendy paused. She took deep breaths and soon the sensation passed. Well, it waned a bit, but simmered in the background. It was useless to think about anything else. So she got dressed in her best jeans and a tight, button shirt. She sprayed her good perfume she treated herself to last birthday, and swiped on eyeshadow.
“Wendy, I think I see Gloria’s car outside,” her mom called from the living room.
“I’ll be right there.” Wendy reached out with just her thumb and index finger, and plopped the tiki idol into her bag. Even that little contact renewed some of the warmth and desire that had faded.
She hurried out through the house calling, “Bye Mom, don’t wait up,” as she let the door swing closed behind her.
“So, what made you change your mind?” Gloria asked as she drove.
“What if I were to tell you I had a magic tiki idol that makes me horny?”
“I’d say you were horny enough without an idol. Geeze, Wendy, I knew all that studying would addle your brain.”
Wendy planned to meet someone for a quick, casual fling. There had to be a half-way decent looking guy who was up for a one night stand. Just something to get her through the night. Then tomorrow, her mind would be equipped to tackle the periodic table.
A short drive brought them to a neighborhood where upscale shops and restaurants lined the streets. Down the side streets sat the kind of houses Wendy hoped one day to afford for herself and her mother. The nightlife spilled onto the streets from the bars and clubs. Wendy scanned them for names.
“What did you say this club was called?”
“I didn’t. It doesn’t really have a name,” Gloria said, turning into a parking lot that served a number of businesses.
Wendy got out and gripped her
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