Lie About Getting Whiskey Dick

Seeing a chance to potentially save a little face, you hurry to agree with Quinn, saying that you've probably just had to much to drink. She laughs it off, saying.

"Don't sweat it, it's more common than you'd think. You're lucky your cute. No one should hold that against you in the morning."

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 tentatively ask.

"You really think I'm cute?"

Quinn shrugged, "Yeah, your body is so much slimmer than the other guys here. And your face is so smooth, you kinda look like a girl." She pursed her lips, before saying, "In a good way. A cute way."

Your little cock stirred to action again. She'd basically just called you out for being a twink, something the other guys had always made fun of you for. It was true, you weren't masculine by any means. Even taking your baby dick out of the picture, you had smooth hairless skin, wide hips and narrow shoulders. But did she really mean that that was cute to her? Your mind realized this could be a trick. Quinn could've been friends with the girl you'd accidently came on earlier and this could be her looking to humiliate you further. After a moment of reflection, your semi drunk mind decided that if that was the case you'd play along, **** for any kind of female attention.

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.