Making Your Own Magic

Alexis drops by to see Maya, who drags out an old spellbook she dug up in the attic. They flip through it, get a wild idea, and decide to test some body spells on each other. Maya wants a bouncier ass, Alexis wants bigger tits. Off come the clothes so they can watch the changes happen. They steal little glances while they strip, not so secret after all. Maya hits Alexis with the first spell, then they squeeze and play with her breasts, half-laughing, half-waiting for something to happen. Alexis turns the book around and zaps Maya’s ass next, and the groping keeps going, hands roaming everywhere. Reagan steps in and catches them naked, hands full of each other. Her first surprise fades when she spots the spellbook she left upstairs years ago. She tells them she used to mess with the same pages back in college and that they can tweak whatever they want, but they’re already perfect. Magic’s not real, she says, yet the rituals they’re acting out still teach something—about bodies, about wanting, about each other. Maya and Alexis look a little let down; they’d been hoping to cook up love spells next. Reagan grins, points out they’ve already confessed the crush. No spell needed when the real heat’s right there. She steps closer, shows them how to kiss, how to touch, then slides in to make it three. Hands, mouths, moans—suddenly the magic feels plenty real.