Maria closed her eyes. She was doing it again. Crushing on her roommate. Her roommate who was probably going to be engaged soon. It was beyond awkward thinking about that. She needed to masturbate badly.
Maria and Priscilla had met the summer after they'd both graduated high school. They'd both been hanging out at the beach playing pickup beach volleyball. Both on the tall side of normal, around 5 foot 9 within a quarter of an inch of each other. Athletic, and nicely put together with C cup breasts and athletic builds.
That's where the resemblances ended though. Maria strongly favored her Native American and Hispanic roots. Her long straight black hair and dark eyes giving her a smoldering look that had guys throwing themselves at her left and right. Not that that interested her.
Priscilla, sandy blond hair and green eyes, with a dotting of freckles on her upper cheeks and nose. When she wasn't working, she usually kept her long hair in a pair of ponytails that made her look like some kind of anime waifu or something.
They started spending time together off the beach. Hikes in the hills. Trips to the movies. Pris even scored a pair of tickets to a ball game, and naturally Maria had been her date. Although, to her it was just doing something with a friend. However, Maria had known from early on that her feelings went deeper where Priscilla was concerned.
And so, at Maria's suggestion, they'd gotten a place together. That was almost two years ago. And the truth was, they were happy. Maria worked as a welder, Pris got a job as a receptionist at a local car dealership. The money wasn't crazy good, but it was enough to keep the bills covered with enough left over for fun.
Maria's interest in guys had always been tepid at best, closer to non-existent after she'd met Priscilla. Priscilla, who was dating a dentist for the past several months. The introduction of this interloper only served to deepen Maria's crush. Why couldn't Pris see it? What did she have to do?
Maria's grandmother had been a powerful shaman. Perhaps the most powerful of her kind, and she had recognized the same in her granddaughter and for her part had taught her the basic principles at a young age, of bending nature's forces. When she had passed away, Maria had still been quite young. Grandmother had given her some books, largely forgotten now in a cardboard box in her closet.
It was to these books that Maria now turned. Mostly they contained pragmatic spells and incantations, some naturopathic potions, all aimed at ameliorating illnesses, improving the crop yields, making warriors more skilled in battle. But it was in one book that she discovered a chapter that held powerful spells. Spells she felt compelled to learn.
It took a while. But on an evening when Pris had been out with Parker she succeeded at last. Two smooth river stones, the leg bone of a mountain ram, the scent of burning sage, and the ancient words, said in the right order at the right time. She knew right away that it had worked, feeling as if her vagina had moved down, and just above it, a long thick penis with a pair of pendulous balls, the shaft now growing harder in her hand.
Eyes closed tight, she conjured a vision of Pris, naked and seductive. Maria stroked her cock, imagining it was Pris' mouth, hot and hungry on her. In her mind's eye, her roommate's naked lust calling to her as she straddled Maria. It was too much. Maria's cock exploded, shooting rope after rope of thick jizz to fall into the dust on the ground. The counterspell was said, and all was as it had been like before. Maria was exhausted and shaken, both physically and emotionally.
She reached down to check. Her vagina was back where it normally was, it was drooling with girl goo. Absentmindedly she played with her own tits. Brown nipples pointing slightly upward and slightly outward. It felt good. She went to her bedroom and masturbated furiously until she heard Pris get home from her date. Then she forced herself to sleep.
Over the next month, whenever Pris was out, she practiced. It had gotten easier, and she had learned that once she was hard, that until the counterspell was uttered she'd remain so. Even if she came, it would remain engorged. Maria admitted that it was a fascination for her, the orgasmic feelings, so different from her female experiences.
Pris never talked about her sex life with Parker, although Maria was aware that they had done the deed several times. The truth was, that Pris had been with a few different guys, and regarded it as fun experience. It bothered her a little that that's all it was. Fun. She had tried talking about it a couple of times with Maria, who had admitted to trying it just once.
The thing was, Pris felt like her relationship with Parker had hit a plateau. Things were fine. Things were fun. But she was growing concerned that this was all there was going to be with him. And Maria had been acting strangely around her for the last month or so. At first. she hadn't given it much thought, but increasingly she felt a frenetic energy that seemed to occupy the space between them.
Maria was determined. She'd made up her mind. She just had to wait until the time was right. She had taken to sporting her cock on the weekends, flaccid. Just in case. It was Sunday morning and Pris and Maria had settled in on the couch after breakfast.
"Maria, can we talk?" Pris had said suddenly.
"Sure. What about?" Maria had replied.
"It's just that for a while now, you seem...different to me." Pris observed.
"Different how?" Maria asked.
"That's it. I don't know. I can't quite put my finger on it. It's like an energy that I don't know what it is or where it's coming from." Pris said in confusion.
