Cornelia Quick

The next serialized story I’m going to run starts in October, “Lightning in a Bottle, Passion in the Stars,” an erotic ghost story for the spooky season. Meanwhile, after running my Laz Larue story “Ohio Johnson and the Fountain of Youth,” I was hit by an idea for a sequel – “Love Potion Fugitives.” I intend this to by silly — maybe even sillier than “Ohio Johnson” — and also fun. My tentative cover looks like something a 13 year old boy would design after watching some bad ’80s action movies, which is exactly the vibe I’m going for.

“Lightning in a Bottle” starts October 1 — here, Medium, Wattpad, and Ream will host chapters. And “Love Potion Fugitives” will start appearing some time in November, I think, unless more serious projects get in the way.

This first chapter is available to anyone who visits this site; subsequent chapters will require a free subscription.

The sunlight pouring through the dusty windowpane burned through Jake’s eyelids like an acetylene torch, and the clattering in the kitchen sounded like a troop of gorillas trying to figure out the coffeemaker with a jackhammer. He groaned and rolled over in bed, pulling the pillow over his head. The last thing he remembered was passing out with Bonnie still straddling him, her hips swinging in a wide circle, trying to get his exhausted cock to show up for one more performance. And as much as he wanted to perform — really, truly, he did want to perform — his body was exhausted.

Maybe taking that sample of the strange water his buddy Ohio Johnson brought back from Brazil had been a mistake. At the time, it seemed like the best thing that had ever happened to him — “Pure gold,” he had told Ohio after testing its effects on Bonnie for almost two days straight — but now he wasn’t so sure. At least the water was almost all gone; maybe the effects would eventually wear off, and he could finally get some sleep that wasn’t interrupted by Bonnie’s relentless desire.

“Hey, sleepyhead!”

Jake felt Bonnie sit down on the mattress beside him, her voice unbearably chipper. She pulled up the corner of the pillow and gave him a kiss on the cheek, then slapped his sheet-covered ass. He dared a glance, and saw that she was once again — maybe still? — naked and alluring, wearing nothing but a saucy grin. A week ago, this would have been Jake’s dream come true: he had lusted after Bonnie ever since she came to work in his lab, a cute little blonde with a sunny smile and perky tits, and though she had rebuffed all of his offers of drinks after work or coffee before, she had done so with a wink and a grin that made him think that maybe, just maybe, she’d agree to a date the next time he asked.

When Ohio gave him the water samples from his expedition to the Amazon, along with a clearly fabricated story about a shaman who told him it was an aphrodisiac, Jake was a little apprehensive. The water had a faint scent of licorice, and seemed a little more viscous than typical pond water. The spectrometer tests didn’t show anything particularly unusual, and a pH test showed it to be only slightly acidic.

“Whatcha doin’?” Bonnie had asked while Jake was setting up an agar dish to run a culture test. She had been cleaning up the equipment from their last contract tests for a Glexco Pharma cosmetic — it was mostly routine and dull work, but the steady income from Glexco convinced the university to keep Jake on the payroll and gave him a little freedom to do his own projects — and appeared to be getting ready to clock out for the evening.

“Just setting up a culture test for this water sample my friend Ohio gave me,” Jake said. “I’ll be done in about ten minutes if you want to get a drink or something …”

“Maybe,” Bonnie said, which made Jake’s heart skip a bit — that “maybe” was the closest answer to “yes” he’d heard in the six months he’d been asking. “Is it for a septic or something?”

“No, it’s something he brought back from the Amazon,” Jake said. He put a couple of drops of water onto the pink agar jelly and screwed the Petri dish shut, then flipped open the door of the incubator box. “He was doing some sort of trip for Glexco — he’s an ethnobotanist.”

“So is this water something Glexco’s going to use in a new product?” Bonnie asked.

“Who knows? He was sent down to look for some sort of plant, and came back with this instead. Some shaman down there told him it’s an aphrodisiac.”

“Ooo, that’s a lucrative market, I’ll bet; my friend came back from spring break with a jar of ‘horny goat weed’ capsules, she sold them off a pill at a time and tripled what she paid for it.”

“That seems — problematic?”

Bonnie laughed and threw her long blonde hair over her shoulder.

“I’m pretty sure it didn’t actually do anything,” Bonnie said. “To the best of my knowledge, no clinic trial of epimedium has ever demonstrated an actual effect on human libido. But the promise of aphrodisia — that’s what’s lucrative.”

“I’m sure there’s a lot of hoops to jump through to get an aphrodisiac approved — I can’t imagine Glexco wanting to break into a new market like that.”

“It’s all about what you claim and how you claim it,” Bonnie said. “If you say it ‘increases sexual desire’ or ‘restores potency,’ then you’re making a medical claim and the FDA is going to be all over your ass for the full clinical trials rigmarole. But if you say it ‘supports a healthy lifestyle’ or even ‘aids in sexual arousal,’ you can probably skate by without drawing a lot of attention.”

“You seem surprisingly well-versed in aphrodisiacs.”

“Senior thesis,” Bonnie said. “For my ‘History of Natural Medications’ class. I’m doing it on the eighteenth century Spanish market for Peruvian maca.”

Jake set the temperature on the incubator and said, “So a drink, maybe? There’s still happy prices at the Thirsty Devil just off campus.”

“Too many frat boys go there,” Bonnie said, wrinkling her nose. “Let me see your friend’s love potion.”

Jake took the glass jar off the lab bench and held it out to Bonnie. There were probably about 25 milliliters left. She took it and held it up to the light, swirling it so the slightly milky liquid cast a rainbow across her pretty face.

“What’s the dosage?” she asked.

Jake shrugged. “No idea, Ohio didn’t say. I’m still not convinced it’s not just water.”

Bonnie took out the rubber stopper and held the jar under her nose.

“Anise,” she said, “and something floral — kind of a nice smell. Did you taste it?”

“No, and I wasn’t planning to,” said Jake. “I don’t typically put strange things my friend brings back from the jungle into my mouth.”

“Your loss,” Bonnie said, winking. Before Jake could stop her, she dipped a pinky into the water and held it up to her tongue. A couple of drops fell from her finger, and she ran her tongue around her lips; Jake’s heart skipped a beat again at the sight. She put the stopper back in the jar and handed it to Jake.

“The taste is a little more pungent than the smell,” she said, “but not bad. I think it might work in one of those fruit essence mineral water drinks. Maybe call it ‘Love Cola’ or ‘Passionate Fruit’? I’m sure the Glexco marketers could sell it; they sell that Rainforest Beauty stuff for way more than it’s worth.”

Jake put the jar into the refrigerated chamber under the bench.

“How about Le Beau Lafarge?” he asked as he closed the insulated door. “They have good happy hour prices on appetizers, and their house wine is good.”

“How about,” Bonnie said, suddenly standing very close to Jake, “we skip happy hour out and just get happy right here?”

Jake turned to face her and found her pressed up against him, her hip hard against his groin. Her fingers were tugging at his lab coat and her mouth was nibbling at his chin, and when he put his hands on her ass to steady himself she let out a mewling whine and lifted a leg to hook around his waist.

“Jesus, Bonnie,” Jake said, backing up until he bumped into the lab bench. He reached back to steady himself and found Bonnie pushing the sleeve of his coat down his arm. She slid herself up and down his leg, and he could feel her skirt riding up her ass.

He assumed that she was playing up the aphrodisiac gag, and said, “This is a little … um … you’re fully committed to the bit …”

“Shut up,” Bonnie said, putting a finger against his lips, “I’m fully committed to getting railed, right here on the floor, and you’d better be, too, if you know what’s good for you.”

She hooked her finger between his teeth and pulled his mouth open, then pressed her lips against his. Her tongue pushed inside and roamed in search of his tongue while she gasped. Jake reached down and pulled her skirt up over her ass, and she pushed herself harder against him, humping against his thigh. His finger slid into her panties, and he gasped at the heat rising up from between her legs.

“If I don’t get fucked right now,” Bonnie groaned, “I’m going to die. Jesus, I’ve never felt this fucking horny!”

Jake gave up trying to understand what was happening and threw himself into taking full advantage of the situation. While Bonnie pulled at his clothes, he pulled at hers, tearing buttons off her blouse in the process. She yanked his belt open, fumbled for his zipper, and fell to her knees, bringing his slacks and boxers with her. His cock, quickly rising to erection, sprang free, and Bonnie hungrily sucked it into her mouth. Jake groaned and ran his fingers through her lustrous blonde hair, and she looked up at him with sparkling green eyes.

“I need you to suck my clit,” Bonnie gasped, popping Jake’s cock free. Jake was unbuttoning his shirt, feeling his heart pound; he was dizzy with arousal and shock. Bonnie fell back on her heels and tossed her open shirt away, then awkwardly tugged her bra off; her firm breasts were capped with rock hard nipples, and Jake could see a trickle of sweat falling between her tits.

Jake fell to his knees in front of Bonnie, pulled her to him for a hard, insistent kiss, and then pushed her back onto the floor. She lifted her hips while he pulled at her skirt and raised her legs so he could remove her sopping panties. Her sparse blonde bush glistened with moisture, and her pink clit stuck out from it like a tiny cock. Jake had never seen such a sight: Bonnie had reached a level of arousal that seemed almost supernatural, as though she were inviting the universe itself to fuck her.

Bonnie slid across the floor, careless of the cold and warn linoleum tiles, and threw her legs wide to invite Jake to feast on her. The rich, pungent scent rising from her cunt was intoxicating, and Jake felt woozy as he stretched out on his stomach and extended his tongue to sample her nectar.

Gentle teasing, however, was not what Bonnie had in mind. With a roar, she grabbed Jake’s hair in her fist and pulled him so hard he was afraid for a moment that she would break his neck. She pressed her thighs against his cheeks so hard he could hardly breathe, and when Jake took her rock hard nub between his lips she let out a scream and flooded his mouth with a gushing torrent of her juices.

And except for a brief meeting with Ohio while Bonnie slept, the only respite Jake she allowed him, they had spent the last three days in a tangle of sweaty limbs in Jake’s bed. Bonnie was insatiable, ravenous, and unrelenting. His jaw ached from hours of cunnilingus, and his cock seemed stuck in a half-aroused state, unable to get the rest it so desperately needed but also game to try to keep up with Bonnie’s passion.

When he complained he was starving, some time during the second day, Bonnie scampered out to the kitchen for a tub of ice cream, which she insisted on feeding him with her fingers and then licking from his cheeks before pushing him back onto the bed and straddling his face. When he thought she was sleeping and tried to slip away to the shower, he was surprised to find her pulling the curtain open and stepping under the hot water with him, rubbing soapy hands all over his body. Jake finally understood his grandfather’s insistence that “may all your wishes come true” was a curse and not a blessing.

Now, waking up to Bonnie’s smiling face and gentle hand on his back, Jake was sure that he had been cursed, and that Bonnie was going to fuck him to death. It might not be a bad way to go, all things considered, but he was sure that he was, in fact, on his way out.

“Let me rest,” Jake groaned into his pillow. “Please, Bonnie, just a little more rest …”

She laughed and stretched out on the bed beside him.

“You’ve been resting for twelve hours,” she said. “That seems plenty long enough.”

“Seriously?” He peeked his head out from under the pillow.

“Seriously. You fell asleep mid-fuck about midnight, and it’s noon now. I was a little worried, honestly, it was like you were in a coma.”

“I’m still so tired …”

“Well, why you were sleeping,” Bonnie said, “I was at the lab, and I learned some things.”

“You were at the lab? Why weren’t you sleeping, too?”

“I slept yesterday,” she said, “or the day before. Whatever. I’m not even remotely tired, and I feel like my brain has absolutely rewired itself, along with other parts. And I made a little breakthrough.”

“A what?”

“Your friend’s water,” Bonnie said, “it’s got something alive in it.”

“I knew that,” Jake said. “When you were asleep, I did some microscopy before my meeting with Ohio. They look like little sperm.”

“Well, whatever they are,” Bonnie said, “they’re multiplying now, and they give off the chemical that causes the water’s effects. Here, try this.”

She held a little black box in her palm, and she opened it to reveal a stack of blotter paper. Bonnie pealed one of the sheets off and held it on the tip of her finger toward Jake.

“Put it under your tongue,” she said. “It’s not nearly as potent as the straight stuff I took, but it’s definitely … revivifying.”

Jake sat up and opened his mouth, letting Bonnie slide the paper under his tongue. He tasted licorice and rose, and just a hint of cinnamon. And almost immediately he felt a stirring between his legs as his exhausted cock began to stiffen. Jake felt a wave of relief: he had been a little worried that Bonnie had broken it, and that he’d never be able to get a full erection again.

“See?” she said with a wicked grin, pushing him back onto the bed. “I was able to isolate the active chemical and tone it down so it doesn’t blow your head open. Feels pretty nice, doesn’t it?”

She slid a hand under the sheet and grasped Jake’s shaft. He moaned and lifted his face to meet her kiss as she straddled him, guiding his cock toward her pussy.

“I’ve got some plans for this,” Bonnie said as she slid him inside, “and you’re going to help me.”