Part 6 - Goth No More
"I didn't say come in." Jessica snapped at me when I knocked on the door.
That took me back too. Exactly like the waiting for her had taken me back. I had been sitting in the car for almost an hour, showing up where she wanted me to a little before noon and seeing her pull in seven minutes after the appointed time. She'd wrestled out two kids, one in one of those pop-out car seats and another just wobbling on her two legs. They disappeared inside, for a while, and then for a really long while. I messaged her twice, once twenty minutes later to tell her I was out here, another fifteen minutes ago to ask if this was off. She hadn't answered or even looked at them.
I might have thought I'd made a mistake but she was all dolled up. Her long brown blonde hair had braids coming off her temples, pulled together ponytail like at the back of her head, the rest of it loose and perfectly straight. Her small but lovely mouth was painted in bright red lipstick, very very unlike the Jessica of old. Lots of eyeshadow did bring a little more of the girl I dated back to this woman. Red top, black jeans, with a red belt, and red shoes. The outfit hugged her curvy body nicely, the top showing off a gulp-worthy amount of cleavage.
"Who is it Jessica?" Jessica's mom stood up from talking to one of the kids to see me. Immediately started plucking at her plain blouse and hair, preening. "Who... Oh my you should have war... Westley?"
"You recognize him?" Jessica asked turning around in shock instead of waving and hissing her mom away, as she'd been about to do.
"Well, he has changed SO MUCH since you two dated but I used to see him around high school things and, he still has those kind and caring big brown eyes." The smile turning to a blush at the way she stared into them and the perhaps too friendly compliment.
"Miss Soder! Can I say, you look literally exactly the same, I thought I'd stepped back in time." Shaking my head at the sight of her, I wasn't just saying it. My eyes flicked over to Jessica, she too looked young, if not for the tiredness of raising two (or three?) kids she would easily pass for just out of high school. "I'd almost think there was something supernatural about it." My eyebrow came up, but there was nothing in her expression to tell me she had used some other magic device to slow the aging process. So I went back to her mom who was smiling big. "I'm not just saying that, I'm serious!"
"Oh my god! Really? That's so sweet." Miss Soder had always been a single mom with two kids. She looked the role completely, a pretty round face, a really mom body too, not skinny and not chubby, that hadn't changed either. Her blouse and pants were not tight enough to show off her body as well as I would have liked, younger me had thought the same thing as magically always aroused twenty-five-year-old me. For a mommy, she was kinda yummy. "I guess looking young isn't everything. A young-looking grandma who looks like this is still a young-looking grandma that nobody wants to date. I mean nobody! And..."
"Mom! He's gay." Jessica snapped at her mom who may not have been flirting but she had certainly been unconsciously fishing for compliments.
"What? Really? After you?"
"No! After Marcy Goldstien."
"I don't think that's how it works," I told them both, with a laugh at their earnestness, if pressed I'm sure they'd say otherwise but it did indeed seem like they thought people just went gay after a bad relationship. Which I guess maybe could happen but was probably more of an eye-opener than a sexuality changer. "And..."
"And he just wanted to catch up over lunch, he's moving to San Francisco."
"I thought you said it was a girl from high school."
"It basically is."
"Alright, well, it was really nice seeing you Miss Soder. And grandma or not you're lovely, you should look into online dating, Defluer is too small to just expect to run into the handsome great guy you COULD get and probably too small to find the one you deserve." Miss Soder was letting off her fluttery laugh, dotted with snorts that I had always strived to win out of her all those years ago, Jessica dragged me out.
"Don't put that kind of shit in her head!" She growled at me. "If my mom gets a boyfriend then she'll be out with him instead of home and happy for the company." I was thinking she needed her mom for comfort and companionship. Wondered if that meant her and Jacob's relationship was rocky. I didn't want to win her away but it would make me feel better about this affair thing. But no, I had it all wrong. "She's FREE babysitting and never says no, twenty-four seven. You better not have fucked that up for me."
"Sorry." Only for poking the bear, not for telling her mom what I did. Her mom was still standing in the open door waving at us as we got into my car, I had to ask. "Did you do something? Magic? With her and... Yourself. She really does look like not a day has passed, and you're the same."
"Really?" Jessica did the hair thing, pulling it down over her lips as she laughed happily. "No, it's just natural. Mom, me, my sister we all look young." I nodded, unsure if I actually believed it or not. "I gotta see it."
"See what?" I asked although I had a sinking suspicion that I knew.
"That dick!" Reaching over cautiously, she was nervous so I could tell this was not something she did often, she started a slow trail up from my knee. "Drive. I don't... Drive. Okay?"
I drove, well ahead of her hand my cock flooded and filled. As soon as she saw it pushing up the denim fabric she grasped hold of it, her mouth hanging open. Apparently it wasn't enough to feel it through there, she unzipped and unsheathed me. A little huff of shock at the sight and again at the feel.
"I could have had this all these years!" The way she stroked me made it very clear she was as turned on as she was trying to be sexy, pushing her tits out as much as possible but staring at my dick like it was the first one she'd ever seen.
I didn't say anything to that. Twelve years ago, well eleven since the breakup, I didn't think that it was likely that we'd stay together for all these years. Knowing how the potion was made! That she mixed in random powders and our blood, all of which sat around for months. I'd had that bottle for ages and never been able to drink it, sure I'd had access but I hadn't always had the funds to buy booze. I could have drunk that bottle, telling myself it had been switched hadn't been enough though. Even really believing it was a copy of the gross one, I had still left it there. Didn't ever even bring it to a party for other people to drink. I didn't think I could have drunk Jessica's Love Potion, I would have faked it or 'accidentally' dropped it.
She was right though saying we would be together, that she would have had my magically enhanced cock all these years. She was assuming I would have drunk it. But she would have drunk mine too, I knew I would watch her drink mine to know how dangerous what was in hers would be. IF we had both drop it, we would be crazy over each other as mom and my aunt were for me. I knew I would be happy, probably happier than Jacob was because she would feel for me exactly the same magical level of love as I felt her for. What a different life that would have been.
Defluer wasn't big and her mom's place was pretty close to the "business" area of town. Which was naturally right off the highway, so she was still staring at it in a daze when we pulled into the hotel. There wasn't much of a choice but being off the highway and with the river and scenic ridges in town we had three. I'd chosen the type that you walked right out of the parking lot up to your room.
She made me go unlock and open the door for her. Took a moment to make sure nobody was watching while I was standing at the doorway with my dick tucked up in the waistband of my pants. Then she darted out of the car and in. Looking even younger as she clutched her purse, gleeful excitement across her pretty features.
"Take off your clothes. I want... I can barely remember the picture I used but it took me hours and hours to pick the right one." I was too turned on to care or actually too aroused to argue, I stripped. As I did she put her purse down, kicked out of her shoes. Motioned me over once it was done, then went about running her hands over me. "Yeah..." All raspy. "This was the right one."
"You did this? I... I guess I feel dumb, I always thought I had a really good metabolism."
"Really?" She knocked on my forehead, THAT was not a habit I thought was cute, at all. It was something she'd done when we'd dated that I had blocked out. "Think! You can't get these." Tracing the V lines that aimed at my cock. "Without working out every fucking day. Jacob had them... For a while." Grabbing my manhood and testicles she massaged one while stroking the other. "You're perfect! Magic! I should have... But she only had one and how was I supposed to know it took so long to work?"
"What magic? Who is she? What took so long to work?" But she was shaking her head.
