Making Your Own Magic

Alexis Tae walks into Maya Woulfe’s bedroom and Maya’s already grinning like she just got away with something. She pulls an old book out from under her pillow, flips it open, and they’re both laughing before they even finish the first page. Maya says she wants a bouncier ass. Alexis says she wants her tits bigger. Simple as that. Off come the clothes, and they’re both sneaking looks the second the other isn’t looking straight on. Maya tries the spell first. She mutters the words, then reaches out and cups Alexis’ chest, squeezing, weighing, checking for any change they can’t quite see but really hope they’ll feel. Alexis doesn’t wait long before she takes her turn, spelling Maya’s ass the same way, hands sliding over smooth skin, both of them half-laughing, half-breathless. That’s when Reagan Foxx opens the door. Reagan takes one look at the two naked girls groping each other and the open book on the floor and gets it instantly. Says the spellbook’s hers. She used to mess around with it back in college, and she’s not mad—she’s amused. Tells them they’re already perfect the way they are, but if they want to experiment, go ahead; there’s nothing shameful about it. Then she adds that real magic isn’t in the pages. It’s in what two, or three, people can do to each other when the clothes are already gone. Maya and Alexis look at each other and admit the truth: the spells they really wanted were love spells. Reagan just smirks. They already said it out loud, so the “spell” part’s unnecessary. She steps in close, shows them how to kiss slow, how to touch without rushing, and pretty soon she’s right there with them, turning the afternoon into a three-way lesson they won’t forget.