She wants to show off in public

"Well, I kinda wanna go out and make a scene..." She squeaks, bobbing in the air as she slides her hand between her denim-coated legs. She bites her lip, looking at you like she's looking for trouble and forgiveness all at once. "The reaction I just got from the staff at the commons was a little more than exhilarating."

You stop chewing, looking at your half-eaten muffin floating across from you.

"Whull...wha dijoo do?" You lock eyes with her, chewing again as she snakes over to you--powering toward you with her own will.

"You know how like sometimes you can get through the union without touching any red tiles?" She asks. You nod back. "Well, I got through the union without touching any tiles at all," she beams. You swallow and grin at her.

"Bridget, you're serious?"

"Uh huh." She waves away the rest of your breakfast and flies in front of you, kissing you. And you know what else? Comes her voice again--even with her lips locked around yours.

Holy shit, you can actually read my mind now, you think with as strong a vocal intention as you can.

No, still can't exactly do that, but when you think at me with purpose like that--especially from this close--I can hear it, she responds.

You wrap your arms around her, holding her tightly as her tongue tumbles and whirls with yours. She hugs you back, and you try to mumble through your kiss when you feel a second set of hands cup around your ass. She giggles as you try to look, releasing you from the kiss.

"Magic hands, darling." She licks her lips and stares at your chest. You gasp, watching your nipples tweak and roll themselves a little. You smile and take it in, making little cooing noises as another ghostly hand slides down your back.

I...would fuck you again right now if you hadn't just made me cum in the shower, you think. I have no idea what's happening to you, but I am the luckiest guy in the universe, and...and...

"Oh, the cumming thing? Check this out." She points to your eyes, then hers. "Right here. Just--stare. No blinking." You do as you're told, and once you lock for two seconds or so, you go limp.

No, not like that. Like--your whole body. It's like your whole self goes numb. You can still see out your eyes, but you can't hear the room. You can't feel the draft from the dorm room window. You can't feel your body.

Wow, that's weird...but I'm pretty sure it worked. Okay, I'm going to give you back--ready?

"There. Sweetie?" You hear her voice directly. The hum of the room is back. You blink a couple times and slump, but Bridget catches you. With her mind. "Oh, easy. Eeeeeasy. You're okay, right?" You're hovering across from her. Your brows knit before you look down at your midsection and smile again as your dick pumps to life.

"I mean--I seem great...but can I ask what you did?" You do feel okay. In fact, outside of the momentary disorientation when Bridget 'gave you back'--in her words--you feel pretty...fucking amazing, actually.

"Let's make a deal," she says. "You come out and shake things up with me for the day, and I will explain as much as I can when we come back."

"That's a deal," You say.

And you have to trust me, She adds.

"Of course I trust you." You say it aloud to prove it.

And promise not to stifle my fun? She folds her arms in front of her, narrowing her eyes at you.

Whatever fun you're about to have, I want in, you think back at her.

She smiles as she licks her lips-then purses them. You look down at your dick to see an invisible ring around the top of your shaft. "I can blow you any time I want now," Bridget says. "I don't even have to use my lips." She snaps her fingers, and the slippery invisible ring dives down your shaft. You look down between your legs and watch in wonder as your cock bobs and slides with the motion of the invisible lips around it. When they come in on the downstroke, there's the full effect of a flicking tongue, and your cock twitches and writhes with the ministrations of the psychic blowjob.

Bridget just watches it, biting down on a couple fingers as her jeans pop open and unzip on their own.

One more for the road, then you and me are headed downtown. You watch her hover over you as her jeans pull themselves off. Her panties dutifully slide aside, and your superpowered girlfriend mounts you in the air once more.

She had said something about showing off in public being exhilarating, right? You wonder if this might be something like rehearsal for later.

"You know," She moans as she bounces up and down on your hard cock, "that I had the naughtiest idea just now?"

You bet yourself that the precise idea she just got was to telekinetically fuck in the air somewhere, for all to see--because that's what you were thinking about. You try to control your own thoughts going forward.

"Uh-uh. I mean, that's included, but that's just like a little part of it," Bridget says. "And I'm pretty sure that while we're fucking--I can totally read your thoughts."