Admit To Your Small Dick

Whether it's from still being a bit drunk, or because you secretly love the humiliation, you tell her that you could get it up but weren't big enough for the girl. Quinn smirks, looking down at your crotch with amused eyes.

"Poor little guy. Point's for honesty I guess though, I really like that in a guy." Quinn leaned forward, elbows on her knees and chin resting on her hands, her gaze returning to your face. "Still that's her loss. You're kinda cute."

You feel your heart beat race, the brain between your legs urging you to make another bad decision. You'd already been laughed out of sex once tonight due to your inadequate size, did you really want that to happen again. Wait, you do? God you really are pathetic. Spurred by a lust for further humiliation, you boldly ask.

"You really think I'm cute?"

Quinn gave you a devious grin. "Definitely. Your slim little body, your smooth cute face," She licked her lips. "And apparently a teeny little weeny. You're a cute little twink boy."

Your cock became hard again in an instant. You'd always felt self conscious of your more feminine body, not helped in the slightest by your miniscule cock. And here was a girl who seemed to like that about you. What could be better than that?

Before you could respond though, one of the frat boys came over, standing with his crotch level with Quinns head. Even from this distance you could see the massive bulge under his jeans. "What's up girly? How's about me and you ditch limp dick over here and go break in my car's new suspension?"

She rolled her eyes. "What part of ex girlfriend don't you understand Tommy?" They argued back and forth for a while, you feeling more and more uncomfortable by the second but too scared to intervene. Finally, Quinn shocked you by standing up and walking over to you.

"Hey anon, wanna head over to my truck for a bit? I've got a bowl to smoke, and no one to smoke it with." That last line she added venomously to her ex behind her.