Glossaryck grabbed his bags from the table. "Well, if that's everything, Sir Glossaryck's gonna catch up on his stories." He said, landing gracefully on the open book. "Someone's got Game of Thorns DVR'd! Alright, I'm gone. Holler if ya need me." And just like that, Glossaryck swiftly slammed the book closed on top of him.
Now, completely alone, Star took a deep breath. Taking a moment to appreciate the peace of mind, as temporary as it may be. No spells to worry about, no sexual tension or awkward interaction. Just her and a big, empty room. Star was quite the type A personality. Could never sit still. So she never cared much for relaxation. But after such an ordeal, the calming peace of nothing happening, was a welcome change of pace.
Star eventually grew bored of standing in the middle of her room. She looked down at her dress. She did promise Marco she would change. Star shrugged, she had nothing better to do. The princess walked into her closet, shutting the door behind her, and began to disrobe. Star hopped out of her boots and rolled her knee-high socks down her legs. She hung her little star satchel on one of her wall hooks before pulling her turquoise dress up and over her head. Leaving her cutesy, light pink bra, the only thing covering her body.
Star reached behind her back. And with a flick of the wrist, that too, fell to the floor. Star was nowhere near a busty super model, but she wasn't completely flat, either. Star had a decent set of A cups on her. Definitely not the sexiest size under the sun, but Star was quite content with her perky pair of tits. They were easy to manage and never got in the way. Star never had any complains about her body. She was thin, strong, smooth and had the perfect, pink pair of petite, perky nipples.
The exposure to the cool air of the room made her newly exposed nips stand on end. As she searched her mess of a closet for the right outfit, Star unconsciously began to roll one of her nips between her fingers. Star inhaled slightly, at the touch of her sensitive teat. She wasn't feeling particularly horny at the time. It was just kind of a habit she had. Although! The continued stimulation, accompanied with the nudity and the plans she had for Marco, did get her a liiiiittle worked up.
Star had collected everything she needed, except for underwear. She dug through one of her drawers to find a pair of plain, black panties with a tiny, white bow on the waist, along with a bra to match.
"Woah." She whispered. "How long have I had these?"
Star wasted no time trying them on. She posed in front of her closet's full-body mirror, in her newly discovered undergarments, whistling at how good it looked on her. It was cute with just the perfect hint of sexy. Marco'll love it.
With Marco, most likely, finishing up his shower, Star tore herself away from her self-admiration, and finished getting dressed. She went with her sleeveless, green dress. The one with stripes on the chest and a cute, little bear head, just above the hem. Star quickly checked her hair and straightened her headband before heading out of the closet. Her assumption was correct, because a few moments later, Star heard a knock on her door.
"Come in!" She called.
The boy entered the room, shutting the door behind him. He wore a fresh, plain white T-shirt, along with a pair of jet black sweats. His dark brown hair was stringy and sloppily matted down from his shower. Star was patiently waiting for him in one of the red armchairs they had their first discussion on. Marco took a seat across from her, looking around the room in a desperate attempt to avoid eye contact.
"So…" He said, glancing in her direction. Marco began to awkwardly drum on his lap. "…How ya doin'?"
"What did you mean by 'lose your best friend'?"
Marco did a bit of a double take, not expecting her to be so direct. What should he say? He made sure to plan out everything he wanted to say in his head, but being put on the spot like this, had completely jumbled his thoughts. While Marco's mind was scrambling to form a coherent response, he just sat and stared, silently. Star could see the absolute panic in his eyes.
Star smiled, rolling her eyes. "Alright, I guess I'll start us off, then." She said with a laugh. "Gosh, you're such a worrier, always on edge. Lighten up. You're with friends!" Star leaned forward and playfully ruffled his hair. She leaned back in her seat, taking a deep breath. "There was always something special about you, Marco…" Star began, a look of dreamy recollection on her face. "For the longest time, I didn't know what it was. We went from housemates, to friends, to… basically family, in such a short time. The more I spent with you, the harder it was to picture my life without you. Cute, smart, funny, considerate. What girl wouldn't want that? It used to be just, kind of, a crush, ya know? Our friendship was all I needed… But after mewberty, they gradually became… stronger. Desires both emotionally and… physically." Star's previous glowing confidence gradually faded over the last few sentences. A blush subtly snuck onto her face as she twirled her hair in her fingertips.
Marco rubbed the back of his neck, "Yeah, that's basically how it went down on my end too… But that's what really worries me about all this. I'm still not 100% sure how mewberty works, but human puberty releases hormones. Basically, chemicals in the brain that make you feel different ways. And judging by what you described, mewberty has something similar."
Star nodded her head, about 60% sure she was following him. "Okay?" She said, coaxing him to continue.
"So if we're both being flooded with hormones, how can we really be sure that these feelings are really our own?"
Star opened her mouth to respond, but was cut off by Marco's continuing rant.
The boy hopped to his feet and began to pace back and forth. "I just don't want to do something that I might regret, something that might ruin a perfectly good friendship." Marco was barely aware of Star's presence, at this point. He was just kind of spouting whatever came into his head. The blissful relief of getting all these pent up worries and frustrations off his chest, completely overpowered the fear and embarrassment he felt about discussing the topic. "I mean, look at what happened with Tom. You guys dated, and when it didn't work out, you guys went your separate ways and never talked to each other again. I don't want that to happen to us!" Marco began to drift further and further away from the chairs, with each pace he took. He was so hyperfocused on what he was saying, that he didn't even notice. "And what if we do hit it off?! You have to go home eventually. I can barely handle the thought of losing my best friend. How am I supposed to coup with losing a girlfriend!? Long-distance relationships never work out, Star!" Marco shouted, his breath was loud and heavy.
Star pointed her wand at Marco. Engulfing him in a sparkling, pink cloud. The cloud followed the movements of her wand. Lifting him a few feet into the air and plopping him back down in his seat, before dissipating into the atmosphere. Marco blinked rapidly, completely disoriented by what just happened. Star summoned two more magical clouds, pushing the two chairs closer to each other. As close as they could get without crushing their legs.
Marco opened his mouth before Star swiftly pressed her finger to his lips. "Shhh… My turn." She whispered, a warm, playful smile on her lips. "Marco, I don't think you're giving yourself enough credit. I mean, Tom? You think this is like me and Tom? Marco… Tom and I didn't stop talking because we broke up. We stopped talking because Tom was a clingy jerk with anger management problems. You're no Tom, Marco. I couldn't dream of letting you go, as a friend." Star placed a gentle hand on his leg. "So you got nothing to worry about there. A failed romance isn't going to destroy our friendship. And it's not like I'll be gone forever." Star said, presenting the dimensional scissors. "Whenever I want to visit, you're just a flick of the wrist away. AND I'll let you keep the mirror phone, so we can chat anytime your little heart desirers."
Marco couldn't help but smile at the thought. Star brought a hand to his cheek. Leaning forward, Star planted a sweet, gentle peck on his lips. Marco's eyes shot down to the floor. An intense blush, rushing over his cheeks. "Mmmm…" Marco hummed in hesitant contemplation.
"Is there something else?"
"It's just… I don't know. I'm just not sure if this is what I want… I don't know which thoughts are mine, and which are my body's. And if we go… you know, reeeally far, it is gonna be a little awkward between us. I mean, it's not like we can just forget everything."
"Forget everything? *Gasp* Forget everything! Marco, I have the greatest idea!" Star gushed, practically bouncing with excitement. "Alright, so hear me out…"
"It's never good when you have to tell me to 'hear you out'"
"No! Shh! This is good! Really! So here's my plan: We spend one full week together, as a 'couple'. Each day, we'll take turns, calling the shots and deciding what to do that day. And at the end of the week, if you want to go back to being friends, I can just wipe your memory! It's perfect! We can do whatever we want, with no awkwardness down the line!" Star was grinning from ear to ear.
"You have a memory wipe spell?"
Star shrugged. "Probably. Glossaryck!"
The massive book furled open. "You called?"
"Is there a memory wipe spell in there?"
"Yes."
"Cool, thanks!"
"Wait wait wait wait wait! Hold on!" Marco interjected. "'Memory wipe' could mean anything! We need the details!"
"Don't worry. I heard everything, kid. The spell I have is perfect for the princess's plan. It's completely adjustable. It can erase days, years, seconds, you name it! It can also pinpoint specific memories to erase. So if you want to forget you two making whoopee, but keep the rest of the day's activities, you can… Is that all you need?"
"Y-yes, thank you, Glossaryck." Star said, attempting to hide her embarrassment.
With a bow, Glossaryck disappeared into the pages, once more.
The two stared at the closed book, lying on the floor. Glossaryck heard their entire conversation. "…We need to move that out of here-"
"Yeah, I know… But first…" Star offered a hand to him. "Do we have a deal?"
Marco's gaze locked onto her hand. He still had a bad feeling about this, but he couldn't pass up this opportunity. Marco looked Star, dead in the eyes. Taking her hand in his own, and giving it a firm handshake. Marco couldn't help but smile, a bit. "Deal."
Actual smut on the way. Promise.