For a ride!

Bridget skips ahead of you as you head to your SUV in the huge dorm parking lot along the south side of the campus. The steps she's taking are enormous--she's skipping through the parking lot as if she weighs as much as a windsock. You almost tell her to cool it before you realize it'd be breaking your part of the promise.

Whatever fun she's about to have...I want in, you say to yourself.

"I'm driving," she says--turning and opening her hands for the keys. You're about to dig them out of your pocket, but they're handing it all on their own. You jump a little when you feel them moving against your thigh--laughing at yourself when you realize she's doing it. The keys pretty much leap from your pocket and sail to her hand.

She studies the key for a second. She holds it up to the sun for reasons you can't imagine--then mumbles something.

"Mm-hmm, easy enough...but this..." She holds the top of the key with the remote buttons on it. "This, I have to feel out, I guess." She closes her eyes and hits the unlock button. Your 4WD honks a couple spots away, and you can tell she's deep in thought when she opens her eyes. "I kind of get it. The feel of it, I mean. But I dunno if I can mimic it."

"I have no idea what you're talking about," You tell her, smiling all the same.

"Well--just watch and listen," she says, shaking her head. "Catch up." She closes her eyes and hits the lock button on your key, and the SUV locks once more. "See--now..." She tosses the keys into the air--and they hang there. She stares at your SUV for a second, and you watch as the back door pops open.

Your alarm blares. The lights flash, the horn honks--a couple students a few rows away turn, and your keys drop into Bridget's hands again.

"Shit. Once more." Bridget closes her eyes and makes a little sound. Some kind of exertion of effort--on some level--and your car does a double-beep, disarming. "Oh!" Her eyes light up as she turns to you. "Fucking HOT!" Now your eyes go wide. She was handling flying with a pretty cool demeanor a couple of hours ago--so you can't imagine what's got her so excited.

"What's going on?" You ask. She smiles and tosses you your keys.

"Just...I feel like it's getting easier to like--figure things out. I dunno." She puts her hand to her mouth and laughs. "Like...watch."

You jump as the car next to you starts. It's not hers, it's not yours--there's no one in it. She giggles as she grabs your arm, pulling you toward your open back door. The car shuts off again.

"Wait--did you do that? How did you..." You look at your keys in your hands as she leads you into your own back seat. "I mean--telekinesis on a fine level means you can duplicate the key with ****, I suppose, but..."

"Elementary," She mocks you in a silly English accent. "You've got one part of it, like if I wanted to just turn the starter. But like, think Doctor Doolittle with machines." You shake your head.

"No way. Really?" She's climbing on top of you in the back seat now, and she nods.

"You've got the keys, right?" She asks. You jingle them a little, and the back door slams shut. The doors lock themselves as the car starts. "Mmmm..." She jacks up her skirt, and the button of your jeans springs open on its own. The SUV revs, and Bridget wraps her arms around you, kissing you even as your pants unzip and start pulling themselves down.

"H-holy shit..." You manage between Bridget's affections, realizing the new power she's discovered. "Technopathy?" You ask. She laughs as she hovers off of you, letting your jeans and underwear slide down enough to expose your (once-again) rigid cock.

"Fucking crazy, right?" She sails backward a couple of feet and reorients herself, perching her lips above your now-stripped waist. "Tell me your insurance is paid up, loverboy." She winks at you as the vehicle drops out its parking brake and pulls into gear. She grins and grabs the seat backs as her legs hover about in the front of the cabin--which also has NO ONE in either the driver or passenger's seats.

"Buh--Bridge?" You wanna ask what happens if you get pulled over, but then there are those soft lips, moving up and down your shaft. "Mmmm...." You wanna ask how you're going to explain her legs in the front seat, defying gravity as your car drives about all on its own, but then those magic hands start grabbing and kneading your ass--right through the seat. "Oh...fuck." You wanna ask if she should take a little test drive with her powers first before trying to multi-task blind-driving and a seemingly magical, gravity-defying blowjob...

But if you were really in danger, and the last seconds before the fiery, fatal wreck that wrenches you from this mortal coil were spent getting said magical blowjob from said superpowered girlfriend that seems to have an absolute NEED to show off such amazing things--then...maybe you'd settle for a simple question with a simple answer.

"Where are we headed, babe?" You ask dreamily, watching her beautiful lips release your cock for a second to come up and answer you. She makes an 'o'-shape with her lips, and the magic invisible blowjob you felt before is back again--continuing her work for her.

"I'm driving...and it's a surprise," She says, licking her lips and eyeing your bulging cock again. "Now be a good boy and hold out until we're on the highway," She says, grinning. "For some reason I wanna make you come when we're doing like...double the speed limit."

You laugh nervously as she goes down on you again--gasping when you realize she hasn't 'released' the emulated lips. No--it feels like there are literally two pairs of lips going down on you, alternating directions and sucking you off in ways you never imagined.

"Fucking hell...you're going to give me a double blow-job and say 'now hold back'?" Her eyes look up at you with divine mischief, daring you to defy her wishes. You watch outside the untinted front windows as your car pulls into the turn that takes you off-campus. The acceleration is smooth. The steering wheel turns eerily on its own, making minor corrections and carefully following the next car--almost textbook. You put a hand to your face and grin like an idiot, wondering when you're going to wake up from this delicious fantasy.

When your car turns onto a main drag and heads for a particular highway interchange, you realize you know exactly where Bridget's taking you.