Janette sighed as she walked across campus to her dorm room, shuffling past the park and across a road and two bike trails. She saw a few couples wandering around holding hands and get a bitterness in her chest. For years she’d been after one guy, and finally everything seemed to be lining up. They liked each other, they were both attractive, they were both smart, and they were both single.
“Maybe I’ll just be alone forever,” Janette exhaled as she opened her dorm room door and nearly bumped into her roommate Donna.
Donna was hot, and even though Janette liked guys she always felt this strange arousal around Donna, like somewhere deep inside her was an attraction to hot goth chicks. Her attraction to Mason dwarfed that tenfold but it was still there.
“You look glum,” Donna commented as they stepped past each other and turned facing each other. “Missed out on asking your honey boo out again?”
“Yeah,” Janette sighed.
“Eh, you’ll ride that dick eventually,” Donna shrugged with a turn around. “Speaking of hot dick, if Keith’s poetry this week is as good as last week’s I might give him another titjob. Toodles.”
With that Donna was gone and Janette sighed.
“Why does she get to be confident and here I am a nervous wreck?” Janette demanded while tossing her book bag down on the couch and sitting down in a huff. She sat there glumly crossing her arms and thinking back to first year of university. Donna hadn’t been that confident, something had changed six months in when she’d suddenly bloomed in confidence and started riding dude’s dicks and wearing more revealing dark clothing.
“Maybe she really is a witch,” Janette concluded before rising to her feet and slinking across the dorm to Donna’s room. It was unlocked and she easily slid inside, finding it lined with bookshelves full of old tattered tomes and stray goth clothing laying about. There was a huge dildo laying on the bed and Janette eyes it warily.
She tiptoed over to the shelves and began peeling books off them. Old horror novels, textbooks for her feminist writers class, and all sorts of ancient looking poetry collections. Janette frowned and let out a sigh, falling down on that bed after looking over all the shelves and angrily staring at the blue star stickers glowing on her roommate’s roof.
“It isn’t fair! I just wish I could fix my confidence!” She shouted before slumping off the bed and landing on the floor. It was then that she noticed the oldest tome of all, slid under the bed next to some sexy ass red and black underwear and a bin filled with all sorts of sex toys. Her hands closed around it and dragged it out, finding a tattered cover labeled as “potions through the ages.”
“Bingo,” Janette grinned before flipping it open and finding a dog eared page for a potion of confidence. It was right there and she was certain that Donna had used it in the past.
Most of the ingredients were just spices in their cupboard and it only got weird after the ginger root and dark chocolate shavings. She needed ancient dust, which she got from brushing off one of Donna’s textbooks, two smushed spiders which were found outside near the mailboxes, and finally the oddest ingredient of all. Her own sexual juices.
She slipped into Donna’s room, grabbed the dildo off the bed, and lay down on her own, pressing it up against her vaginal lips.
“Just for tonight, come Friday I’ll be riding Mason,” she promised before plunging the dildo into her body and arching her back in pleasure. Her body tingled, her breasts bounced, and her eyes rolled back, mind picturing herself fucking Mason that weekend, finally getting rewarded for all her pining. She’d soon have the confidence to ask Mason out and even if it wore off she’d have him around by that point. As she pictured his rock hard member plunging into her body she came, and rushed out of her bedroom to the stove, shaking the drops from her masturbation into the mixture and watching as it turned bright pink.
She grinned from ear to ear, still panting from her masturbation and let out a squee of delight. By Friday she’d be dating Mason Kwee and all her dreams would become a reality.