((This is the fourth instalment of The Adventures of The Hellcat. This is written as a series, and as such, it's probably best that you read the previous three chapters in order to follow the events in characters which take place.))
((I'd like to apologise to my regular readers for the long absence in my writing. Several factors were involved in me taking a brief hiatus from my writing hobby, but now that I'm back, I'm even more committed to this story which I've grown so fond of. I will do my best to avoid any more lengthy delays. In fact, I'm already well into writing Chapter 5, so you should be seeing that one soon.))
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Chapter 4: Look Before You Leap
~~~The Morning After~~~
Maggie Malone stirred slowly from her deep slumber and groaned as her mind slowly began to clear the drowsy haze from its thoughts. What a deliciously sordid dream she'd had. She and her best friend, Molly, writhing in frantic lust crazed passion on her floor. Passing out in one another's arms after being rattled with so many orgasms. The memories felt as real as if they...
Why did her bed feel so itchy and rough? Was she on the carpet? Where was her pillow? Was she naked? Why did she feel so...
"Oh shit!" Maggie bolted upright in shock. She looked franticly around her apartment, but there was no sign of Molly or her clothing. Just the colourful rags of what remained of Maggie's own shredded clothes. Maggie's heart sank at the realisation of what had happened.
She buried her face in her hands for a few moments, and then ran them up through her hair, grabbing hold and shouting in frustration. This was bad. This was very, very bad. Maggie flung herself back onto the floor, and gazed up at the ceiling, trying to wrap her mind around the ramifications of what she'd just done.
Molly. Her best friend. How could she have let this happen? How could she explain it? What would happen to their friendship? How on God's Green Earth was she supposed to explain that the incense?
Maggie rose, slowly, from the floor. She felt haggard and filthy. She paced around the room, collecting her clothes, trying to gather her thoughts. She tried to take deep breaths and stem the rise of panic currently forming in her breast, but she couldn't. In a fit of exasperation, she flung her ruined clothes into the air, letting them fall where they may.
"Congrats Mags!" she shouted to absolutely no one, "You shagged you best friend for the last two years last night, in a fit of aphrodisiatic insanity!"
She paced around her apartment franticly, her hands clutching her wild red hair, trying to get a hold of the situation. Her natural c-cup breasts bouncing happily with each frustrated step. Despite how Maggie felt, they'd both had a wonderful evening and were feeling rather good about themselves.
"You couldn't have just left the incense where it was, could you? Noooo, Not you, Maggie Malone. You just had to let your sex drive do your thinking for you, because that always winds up working oh so bloody well!"
She took a few petulant stomps of her feet to complete the full on tantrum, and crossed her arms over her chest. If she was going to pout, she'd damn well do it properly.
"It's just a little magically imbued incense used in demonic rituals by psychotic wizards, Mags. How on Earth could that backfire? What could possibly go wrong with that plan? You're a genius, you are."
Maggie threw herself back onto the couch, landing on her perky arse, hiding the imprints left by sleeping on the carpet all night long. She covered her eyes with her hands and thought back over the events of last night, when a certain memory struck her like a brick flying at supersonic speeds. What was it Molly had said, right before she'd fallen asleep?
"I've been dreaming about fucking you ever sense we first met"
Maggie sat up in a shock? Did Molly have feelings for her? Could that be why Molly had run out? Perhaps Molly was feeling as mortified as Maggie was! A plan began to formulate in Maggie's mind. Ok, so Molly had said something that she'd regretted in the heat of the moment. Maggie had done that herself plenty of times. She'd just play it off as nothing to Molly, calm her nerves, and then explain the incense honestly, and they could smooth things over. Things would be weird for a bit, but she could salvage their friendship. I mean, after all, the sex had been amazing. Drug fuelled, certainly, but immensely enjoyable, and Molly certainly seemed to have enjoyed herself.
Yes, this would work. They had been through a lot together. One night of absolute insanity wasn't enough to ruin their friendship. They would be alright. Maggie was feeling much better now, and with that, she decided she was in desperate need of a shower. She rose off the couch and marched into the bathroom, basking in the hot spray of the massaging showerhead.
Once done, she towelled herself and her hair dry, and for added comfort, wrapped her fluffiest cushiest towel tightly around herself and exited the bathroom. She walked to her kitchen to make herself her morning cuppa, and was startled by the sight of a fully clothed, but slightly haggard Molly setting out two cups of steaming coffee and some bagels.
"Mornin' Mags. I woke up and went out for bagels and coffee. I figured you'd be as hungry as I was when you woke up. Love the outfit, but you didn't need to get dressed up for little old me." Molly said with a smirk.
Maggie looked down at her towel, then up and Molly, and crossed her arms up over her chest coyly, bringing her hands together in front of her breasts, holding the towel tightly closed. She tried to make it look as casual as she could, and failed abysmally.
"Hey Mol, I'm glad you're still here. We probably should talk about what happened."
"Damn right we should. What the hell was that stuff?" Molly replied, placing a demanding hand on her hip, and gnawing at a bagel with extreme prejudice.
"Ok, there's a reasonable...semi-reasonable explanation for that. I got it from the cave."
"The cave with the sorcerers?"
"That's the one. It was kinda, sorta used in the ritual they were preforming. After I was rescued, I grabbed it because...well...I'm a horney idiot. I should've put it away. You know I've had a lot on my mind and I just forgot to put it away. I didn't even think for a second that you'd find it, and THAT would happen. I'm really sorry about that, and I hope you can forgive me."
Molly seemed to think for a few moments.
