“You sure you wanna try this?”

“Eh, yeah. Sure. Why not. You’re attractive.”

Me and my friend had this kind of rapport. When we saw a bottle of self-proclaimed “love potion” at the county fair, we knew it was probably good for a lark. Worst case scenario, it worked and I’d have to sort out the “just friends” feelings I had associated with her all these years. How hard could that be?

We were now sitting on her couch, and she had just downed the whole thing in one gulp.

“Eugh…” she winced.

“What’s it taste like?” I inquired.

“Prune juice.”

I belly laughed.

“Shut up!” she retorted, struggling to contain a laugh herself.

“Feel anything yet?”

“Nah. If it works, it’ll probably take a sec. Here. I gotta take a piss.”

She turned on the TV and started up a schlocky horror movie, then went to relieve herself.

She returned without her pants. This wasn’t unusual; I’d seen her without her pants before.

“Anything?” I asked.

She snuggled up next to me in a way I definitely wasn’t used to.

“No, still nothing,” she said.

She closed her eyes and pressed her face into my chest.

“Mmnnn…” she moaned softly and dreamily.

“You’re not fucking with me right now, are you?”

“What? No!”

“Then what are you doing sniffing my body like that?”

“You smell nice.”

“It’s just basic deodorant.”

She moved away from me to take her shirt off.

“You’re definitely fucking with me.”

“I’m just making myself comfortable, babe.”

“Babe?”

“Yeah.” She undid her bra and gave me a sultry stare. “You can take off your shirt too, you know. Make yourself comfortable.”

I blushed. “This is going too far.”

“What’s wrong?” she asked with what sounded like genuine concern. “You can tell me, babe.”

I moved to get up. She gently pushed me back down.

“It’s okay, honey,” she said, pulling my face in her direction. “You can always talk to me.”

She leaned in for a kiss. An open kiss. A… deep… kiss…

It felt good. Really good. Our tongues intermingled. It was an indeterminate amount of time before I noticed she tasted like…

Prune juice.

I moved back in horror.

“Babe?”

“You… you didn’t swallow all of that love potion, did you?”

“Love… oh, love potion! It does have a pretty remarkable aftertaste. I’m sorry, babe.”

I started to retort before I looked into her eyes…

They were so beautiful.

Her gentle smile warmed my soul.

Her breasts seemed to almost glow.

I felt butterflies in my stomach.

I barely noticed how aroused I felt.

“C… can I…” I stammered.

She giggled. “I already said you can take off your shirt, babe.”

I threw it off and moved to furiously make out with her.