While she runs an errand or two, her influence seems to remain in the room...

Unbeknownst to you, your girlfriend has set off for breakfast and a little more practice of her powers. In the bathroom, you start to rinse yourself down and go to grab your washcloth, which suddenly darts away from your hand.

"Whoa. Uh...honey? I thought you were going to get some fresh air. What's--"

You're cut off by a shampoo bottle, surprising you when it gently bumps you on the head. You look up to see the top pop open, and the bottle squirts a bit of the iridescent liquid out. You quickly squint and look back down to avoid it going in your eyes, and the cool glob hits your hair. Going with it, you're about to reach up to lather your head up when someone--or something--seems to be doing it for you.

The feeling startles you at first, but the soft fingers traveling through your scalp feel so much like a gentle massage from your girlfriend that you let it happen.

You actually peel back the shower curtain to watch the invisible ministrations, marveling at the foam building itself up.

"Babe, that's...really nice," you say, no one responding to you. When the lathering is over, you're detached from gravity again and shifted back into the water's flow. You figure she must be right outside the door, watching you field this experience as she watches with the x-ray vision she mentioned earlier.

You couldn't be more wrong, though. You didn't realize it yet, but her telekinesis is powerful enough to manage tasks with the slightest bit of her intention, going on without the slightest drain on her focus.

She was already down the elevator, out the door of the dormitory, and sailing through the air to the commons to get something to eat. The early weekend morning meant there weren't many people to see her disobeying gravity in an outrageous display, but those who did either questioned their own senses, or their habit of **** consumption from the night before.

She landed in front of the commons' double doors, commanding them open with a thought and sweeping herself inside with another.

"I bet he wants his usual muffin and fruit," she muttered, pulling her student union card from her pocket and tossing it into the air. "You take care of that at the counter while I get something hot."

She flew to the grill, where a couple of employees stood, stunned at the girl flying through the building as if she were a human hummingbird.

"French toast, please," she smiled. "Ooh, and sausage links."

Both employees simply looked at each other, as if each were trying to silently confirm what the other saw.

"It's cool...I get it," she said. "I can handle it while you two get a grip." With just a couple of looks, 5 slices of Texas toast dip into a bowl of waiting batter, and fling themselves on to the onto the hot grill.

In the meantime, a blueberry muffin, carton of orange juice and a single banana hover to the purchase counter. Your girlfriend's card swipes itself as a terrified staff member watches the strange, ghostly purchase happen all on its own.

As the scene at the commons unfolds, you continue your shower, apparently having no say in the particulars. A lathered washcloth works its way all over your body as your hair gets another massage--this time with conditioner.

The more it goes on, the more relaxed you become, particularly as the soaping reaches your waistline. You lean back, cooing as gravity ceases its grip on you once more. You're hovering in the shower as the same invisible fingers working over your scalp seem to grip your soapy shaft, working it up and down as the washcloth handles your legs and feet.

"Oh, god..." you moan, watching your dick harden under the invisible lathery handjob. You laugh a little as you kick your feet, tickled by the washcloth finishing up its job between your toes. "What did I do to deserve anything this awesome?"

The bathroom door pops open, and your girlfriend hovers behind it with a beaming smile, presenting both of your plated breakfasts. A fork busies itself cutting up french toast and delivering each bite to her mouth as she giggles, delighting in your reaction.

"You've made your superheroine love, very, very happy with your positive attitude about all this," she says, talking with a full mouth and chewing away as you continue to be jerked off with her telekinetic will. "Now finish up in here and join me for some food."

She winks at you, and in the moment, her beautiful face, her floating body, her tight clothes and her growing command of reality all make you cum.

You moan as you pump a stream of spooge into the air, and she studies it a little, magically suspending it in mid-air before she hovers away.

"Wow, another big load just for me," she says from the room, laughing again. "We'd better get you recharged before we get started on the rest of today's plans..."

The shower dutifully rinses you--soap, cum and all--before shutting itself off and delivering your floating body to a fluffy towel.

As it dries you off, you're carried back into the room and placed in front of your plate, where your breakfast seems ready to feed itself to you without you having to lift a hand.

You bite into your floating blueberry muffin when you finally build up the courage to ask:

"And what plans are those?"