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 youre 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? Still, a little talking wouldn't hurt you. And besides, maybe Quinn wouldn't be so hung up on unimportant things like penis size. Probably not, but you wouldn't know if you didn't try right?

"You really think I'm cute?"

Quinn shrugged, "Yeah, your body is so slim and fit, makes you look like a little twink." She pursed her lips, before saying, "In a good way. A cute way."

Your little cock stirred to action again. She had just called you out for being a twink. Sure, you weren't the most masculine guy, your shoulders were narrow, your hips and thighs wide. Maybe you could barely grow any body hair, and maybe your Adam's apple was nearly nonexistant. And yeah, your cock was far smaller than almost every other penis you'd seen. You paused in your thoughts. This wasn't exactly helping you. You focused on the 'cute' part of her compliment instead. She'd even noticed how fit you were, something you took pride in. You couldn't lift much, but your lithe form was certainly toned.

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.