“It’s in Doublejuice Hall,” Estie said as she hurriedly buttoned up her blouse. “Other side of campus. It’s only a fifteen-minute walk… if we don’t get distracted.”

“The logomancy building? Why would they have it?” Alexa asked as she shimmied back into her skirt.

“If you boil camel cud in ink it gives the inscription a certain… stubbornness. It’s not useful for everything, you wouldn’t want to write a ward with it or you’d get locked out of your own tome, but if you need an enchantment that just won’t quit…”

“…so they keep it on hand?”

“Always.” Estie zipped up her own skirt and grabbed an insulated flask from the materials cabinet to transport the unfinished potion. “They use it for their exam ink. They take plagiarism very seriously.” As soon as she had it decanted, she gestured to the door with her head. “Shall we?”

“Shouldn’t we… um…” Alexa looked forlornly around the room. Estie had taken no pains to keep her potion preparation neat, and leftover materials and a few stray flasks littered the table. More troublingly, a few spare underthings that hadn’t made it back onto their bodies were scattered across the floor, and there was a noticeable scent of sex in the air.

“No time, babe. We can come back and clean up later.”

Alexa did her best to suppress her instinctive objection to leaving a room messier than she entered it as Estie grabbed her wrist and hauled her out of the lab. Despite everything, she still felt her heart beat faster seeing her study partner (her friend? her girlfriend? Alexa didn’t know how to think of her now) take charge in her no-nonsense way. Although maybe she likes nonsense more than I thought…

They managed to make it down all six flights of stairs before Alexa noticed Estie’s hand running delicately up and down her spine. “Hey… um?”

“Hey,” Estie purred back.

“Maybe we should… get out of the hallway?”

Estie seemed more interested in the contours of Alexa’s chest than in her opinions on propriety. This time, Alexa was the one to grab her shoulder and pull her to… a classroom is too public… people will hear us in the bathroom… what’s this door?

It turned out to be a small supply closet. Alexa yanked her friend inside, shut the door, and got down on her knees. “All right, um, toots,”—pet names did not come naturally to Alexa, but Estie was in no place to mind—”spread ‘em.”

Estie grinned the wolfish grin that Alexa was slowly starting to realize had been lurking beneath the surface the whole time, leaned her back against the shelving on the wall, and set her legs wide. Alexa ducked under her skirt, allowed herself a moment to appreciate the softness of her lover’s legs and the scent of her sex, then brought her tongue to Estie’s slick labia.

Estie immediately let out a yell of delight and thrust her hips against Alexa’s face. This was not a time for subtle technique—the sooner she got Estie off, the quicker they could keep moving, and Estie was in no mood to wait besides. Alexa thrust her tongue deep into Estie’s cunt and was rewarded with more moans. She had just brought her hand up to play with her friend’s clit when she heard the door open.

“Is everything—oh!” an unfamiliar female voice said. “Oh, Maiden, I’m sorry! I just heard noises and…”

The door shut again.

Alexa was mortified, but she didn’t dare stop her attentions. In fact, in her heart she very much didn’t want to stop, and she was quickly learning the virtue of listening to her heart. She kept her face buried deep in Estie’s quim and simply hoped that whoever that was would scamper off, too embarrassed to say anything.

Until she felt another pair of legs at her back, and heard another voice moaning “oh…”.

With Estie’s pussy in front of her and the mystery woman behind, there was nothing Alexa could do but keep licking. She pushed two fingers inside Estie as she moved her tongue to her lover’s clit, and was rewarded by another moan that was clearly muffled by the newcomer’s mouth. Alexa kept going even as a piece of clothing hit her back on its way to the floor.

Oh, Mother’s heart, what’s going on up there? Is she taking advantage of Estie? Is Estie taking advantage of her?

She tried not to worry about it and to lose herself in Estie’s rich scent and soft folds. She tried to let her tongue and fingers follow the lead of Estie’s body, pushing when she pushed, yielding when she yielded. She tried to imagine herself and Estie entwined together even as she heard the unmistakable sounds of another woman’s moans from over her head. And although she wasn’t entirely successful, Estie’s rhythm quickened before long and her juices flowed hot and wet down Alexa’s chin as she came hard into her friend’s mouth.

Alexa wiped her chin with her hand and took advantage of the privacy of the skirt to lick Estie’s juices off her fingers before escaping the garment’s confines and standing back up. Estie was still propped against the shelving, panting but clearly in control of herself again, her gorgeous tits once again hanging out of her unbuttoned blouse. And a tall, strawberry-blonde girl was standing awkwardly in the other corner, trying not to take up too much space. She was fully topless, her large breasts visibly damp and already beginning to show signs of hickies that would doubtlessly flower into beautiful bruises the next day.

“Hi, I’m Mandanita! My friends call me Manda, though.” She crouched down to grab her t-shirt and sports bra from the ground where they’d been quickly discarded. “Sorry to burst in on your, um, private moment…”

“The more the merrier,” Estie said with a wry smile that held just enough warmth to make it clear she was in earnest. “I’m Estaline, and this is Alexabeth. Estie and Alexa, usually.”

Alexa managed to stammer out something that hopefully registered as a greeting while desperately trying not to stare at Manda’s chest and not to think too hard about the circumstances of this meeting.

“We’re dealing with a little aphrodisiac mishap, you know how it goes,” explained Estie, although Alexa was pretty confident that most people were not in fact familiar with this particular problem.

“Um… sure!” said Manda brightly, pulling her clothes back on. “Are you gonna tell me that’s why I was so keen to join in?”

“I’m afraid not. All the magic is in a potion I drank.” Estie’s brow furrowed. “I suppose it’s possible that it’s given me a bit of an aura… that would explain why Alexa’s stamina hasn’t flagged after however many rounds it’s been.” She gave Manda a knowing look. “But certainly nothing that would have pulled you in if you weren’t already into it.”

“You’ve got me there!” her newfound friend said with a laugh that wasn’t half as nervous as Alexa thought it really ought to be. “If I walk into a closet and see a pretty girl getting eaten out and giving me a ‘come fuck me’ stare who am I to turn her down?” She made an elaborate show of shrugging her shoulders, palms pointed towards the ceiling.

“Who among us could?” said Estie.

“Um! Speaking of the, um, the potion! W-we’d better get back to fixing that…” Alexa said, her embarrassment in no way dampened by how unfazed their new acquaintance seemed to be by the situation.

“Oh, sure, no problem! But do look me up in the school directory some time, I’d love to hang out under less… cramped circumstances! Mandanita Chuculate, no K.”

“I think we just might,” said Estie, writing Manda’s name in sparkling letters in the air and then waving them off to be stored in her astral notebook. Alexa caught a hint of the wolfish grin playing at the corner of her mouth, and she felt her heart sink. Maybe I’m nothing special to her after all. Maybe I’m just another hot girl for her to fuck now and then.

They exited the supply closet to a mercifully empty hallway, and Alexa led Estie towards the large front doors out of the potions building.

“So,” Estie said, fully grinning now, “she seemed nice.”

“Um!” Alexa replied.

“Anyone ever tell you you’re cute when you’re embarrassed?”

“I, um… y-yes.”

Estie laughed. “I’ll bet. You get all hunched up like you want to disappear, but you’re so tall you absolutely can’t. Adorable.”

Alexa didn’t know how to respond, so she just walked onward, allowing silence to build between her and Estie. The potions building was in a corner of campus known as “the woods” for its winding paths through dense trees. She usually loved the feeling of wandering into a little slice of wilderness within the otherwise carefully-groomed university, but today she was distracted by the roiling in her heart. For a brief moment, she thought she’d had what she wanted, but just as quickly as it had materialized it had turned to ash in her hands. The more she thought about it, the more her heart sank.

They eventually emerged onto the quad, the heart of campus filled with cherry trees that would bloom beautifully come spring. A few of them had students leaning against them reading books, practicing spellcraft, or chatting. There was even a professor who had decided to take advantage of the last of the early autumn good weather by bringing her class out to sit in a circle on the grass and discuss the philosophy of incantations.

As they walked across, Alexa finally worked up the courage to blurt, “...so, what, y-you just like tall girls then?”

“Do I need to say it again? Yeah, I think you’re hot as hell, babe.”

“And Mandanita is too, huh?”

“Yeah, I mean, you saw her.” Estie grinned, then faltered. “Wait, are you genuinely upset about this? Babe, I was literally enchanted.”

“You weren’t enchanted while you flirted with her! You weren’t enchanted when you promised to call her! Unless you’re telling me that you, t-that you were enchanted when you s-said that you… that you liked me.” Alexa was barely able to choke out the last few words.

“If I’m not actively trying to fuck your brains out, I’m not under the influence of the potion, okay?” Estie heaved an exasperated sigh. “Mother’s cunt, if I say something, I mean it, okay?”

“A-and what did you mean?” Alexa said, starting to tear up. “You said you were flirting with me. You said you were trying to fuck me. But you were flirting with Mandanita too! I’m not stupid! And you clearly want to have sex with her.”

“Okay, yes, she’s very hot.” Alexa was still a few paces ahead of her friend and didn’t notice her eyes starting to glaze over. “And I wouldn’t mind a taste of that cunt…”

Alexa whirled on Estie. “You can’t just play with my heart like this! I really liked you, and you were just trying to get into my pants!”

Estie moved closer to her and grabbed her ass through her skirt.

“I-I could deal with you not caring about me, I could deal with you hating me, but I won’t let you use me!”

Estie reached her hand around the back of her head and grabbed a handful of hair.

“I’ll help clean up the mess I made but after that we’re done! I’ll just flunk if that’s what it takes!”

It was only when Estie started leaning her head into a kiss that Alexa realized what was happening.

“Oh, Crone dammit!” She twisted her face to avoid meeting her study partner’s lips. “Fine!”

Alexa pulled free of Estie’s embrace, grabbed her hand, and yanked her past a row of bushes that hid a gap between the ecumancy building and Copperbarge Hall. They were just a few paces away from a busy path, but hidden well enough for their needs… as long as Estie stayed quiet.

Alexa pushed Estie roughly against Copperbarge’s brick wall, eliciting a soft “ah!”.

“Get your skirt off.”

“Ohhhh,” Estie replied, the mere thought of undressing enough to send her right hand into her panties while the other scrabbled ineffectually at the clasp of her skirt.

“Stop that!” Alexa hissed, grabbing Estie’s chin to make sure her orders took hold. “Just take off your skirt, then hands at your sides until I’m ready.”

Alexa turned away as her erstwhile study partner let out a chastened whimper and reluctantly pulled her arm away from her cunt. She brought her palms together, closed her eyes, and concentrated on a few simple sigils. Then she drew them apart, spinning from arcane thread a much more spartan dildo than last time, little more than a glowing cylinder rounded off on one end.

Alexa turned back around to find Estie bottomless, arms at her sides, pussy dripping, her hands visibly twitching inwards. She looked at Alexa with pleading eyes, and Alexa’s heart began to melt for just a moment before she reminded herself that she didn’t mean anything more to this girl than Manda and her huge tits.

She crouched down and positioned the head of the dildo,  (still warm from its formation from the aether,) at the entrance to Estie’s vagina, trying hard to ignore how hot the smell made her. Then she clasped the other hand hard over her mouth, feeling as much as hearing her moan as she slid the toy in.

“Right hand on the dildo,” Alexa instructed, “left hand stays still.”

Estie grabbed the toy’s base and started sliding it slowly in and out. Alexa kept her hand pressed against Estie’s mouth, muffling the moans that threatened to alert passers-by every time Estie hit her g-spot. Once she was confident that the shorter girl had a good grip on it, she moved her hand to Estie’s clit and started gently rubbing.

Alexa’s attentions were clearly working for Estie: her own thrusts of the dildo began to sync up with Alexa’s fingers, and before long her whole body was moving to the same rhythm. Every time Alexa brushed the bottom of her clit, she thrust the dildo in and her blouse-covered breasts forward. Every time Alexa’s fingers caressed her hood, she relaxed and pulled the toy out again.

But this wasn’t going quickly enough. Alexa didn’t want to play around anymore, torturing herself with the body of the girl she wanted who didn’t want her back the same way. She needed this to be done with so she could start licking her wounds.

She let out a beleaguered sigh, quickened the pace of her fingers, and leaned down to Estie’s ear. She began nibbling on the lobe and was immediately rewarded with an especially loud moan into her palm. She let her tongue run along the curves inside Estie’s ear, caressing the folds and the ridges. As she did, she felt Estie’s breath quicken on her hand. She moved her tongue deeper and her fingers faster, waiting for Estie breaths to reach a frantic peak before she took her tongue away and whispered, “Come.”

She clamped her hand even tighter over Estie’s mouth as she screamed in release, clenching herself around the dildo and arching her back. Alexa tried to focus on keeping her quiet and not on how hot she was in the throes of orgasm. Wave after wave rippled through Estie’s body, each accompanied by screams into Alexa’s hand which gradually fell to moans and then to whimpers. Finally, Alexa removed her hand and Estie just panted, face flushed, propped up against the wall.

“Damn babe,” she said, looking up at Alexa with a smirk, “you really—”

“Get dressed and let’s keep moving,” Alexa interrupted, before marching out past the bushes and onto the path to Doublejuice Hall. The sunny afternoon had turned overcast, and as she waited with her arms crossed for Estie to make herself decent she wondered if it would rain.