The creep, the bully, and his girlfriend

Tommy felt a strange mix of satisfaction and guilt. The power he had over these women was exhilarating, but he knew it was a destructive path. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of pity for Molly as he watched her go. Despite her feigned confidence, he knew she felt used. But he quickly pushed the thought away, focusing instead on the thrill of his victory.

As he made his way back to the dorms, he couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement bubbling inside him. He knew he was playing with fire, but the rush was too addictive to resist. The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow across the quad, and the scent of freshly cut grass filled the air. Tommy noticed the groups of students laughing and socializing, oblivious to his power. He wondered if he could use his newfound "power" to get even with Connor, who had seem to being set on making his life a living hell. The thought of seeing the cocky jock humiliated brought a smirk to his face.

Over the next week, Tommy planed and strategized. He knew he couldn't confront Connor directly, cause he valued his life and his well-being. He was a weak looser-freshman with no friends, and Connor was a well-built senior and the star football player. Instead, he decided to focus on things that might get under Connor's skin: his women. He noticed that Connor's girlfriend, Criss, was often studying in the library when he wasn't around.

Another day spent in observation was a success, but definitely not in the way Tommy had hoped. He found himself in the library, his eyes glued to the page of a dusty book that held no actual interest for him. He sat in the dark corner of the library, and had a wide observation of the room, and in particular Criss. The lunch hour has rang and he wanted to follow her to the cafeteria, when suddenly.

"Here you are creep! What are you doing here?" Connor's deep, taunting voice snapped Tommy out of his thoughts. The muscular blond giant loomed over him, his arms crossed over his broad chest. Tommy's heart raced as he felt his cheeks heat up.

"Just studying," he squeaked, trying to keep his voice steady.

Connor's eyes narrowed, scanning the book in front of Tommy. "Really? In this dark corner? Where you a have a perfect view of my girl?" His voice was a low growl, and Tommy could see the veins in his neck tighten. Tommy swallowed hard, his mind racing for a good excuse.

"Look, I'm just... I mean, I don't even know her," Tommy stuttered, his eyes darting around the room. He watched as other students pretended not to notice the confrontation, but he could feel their gazes burning into him.

Criss looked up from her textbook, a flicker of curiosity in her eyes. "Connor, what's going on?" she asked, her voice a soft melody that seemed to calm the tension in the room. Tommy felt his stomach drop as Connor's gaze shifted to her.

"This little weasel's been staring at you all week," Connor said, his voice thick with accusation. Criss's cheeks flushed a deep shade of pink, and she quickly packed up her books.

"What? Who cares" she said, her voice a little too high. "I'm sure he's just... trying to focus." She shot Tommy a quick, apologetic glance.

"Yeah, that's right," Tommy agreed, trying to sound casual. "Just trying to focus."

Connor suddenly turned to his girlfriend, his arms unfolding as he stepped closer to her. "Criss, do not worry - I will just have a chat with Tommy here," he said, his voice a mix of confidence and possessiveness that sent a shiver down Tommy's spine, "You can go to the caff, I'll catch up."

Criss looked from Tommy to Connor, her eyes wide and uncertain. She bit her bottom lip, then nodded and picked up her bag, slinging it over her shoulder. "Okay," she murmured, before walking away, her hips swaying with each step. Tommy couldn't help but admire her from behind, feeling a pang of desire.

Once she was out of earshot, Connor leaned down, his face mere inches from Tommy's. "First my mother, now my girlfriend? You've got a **** wish, don't you?" His breath was hot and minty, a stark contrast to the cold rage in his eyes. His hand grabbed the collar of Tommy's shirt, jerking him to his feet.

"Maybe you just need a little... reminder of your place," Connor sneered, his grip on Tommy's collar tightening. Tommy's heart thudded in his chest as he slowly realized that his plan had partially succeed. Now however, it was time to not get on the hospital bed. He had to find a way to keep the peace without compromising himself.

"Look, Connor, I didn't mean to upset you," Tommy managed to say, his voice shaking slightly. "I swear, I've got no interest in Criss. I just picked this spot because it's quiet, that's all."

Connor's grip loosened a bit, but he didn't release Tommy. "I've seen the way you look at her, and I know what you're thinking," he said, his voice low and menacing. "I hope next time you'll be more careful with where you let your eyes wander." His hand released Tommy's neck, but the moment he thought the worst was over a short and powerful kick to his stomach sent him sprawling to the ground. The wind knocked out of him, Tommy gasped for air, his eyes watering.

"Fuck," Tommy managed to get up in a couple of minutes, and simply set on the chair not able or willing to move, his stomach still ached. He glanced around the library, noticing that everyone had gone back to their business as if nothing had happened. He spent next half hour trying to get himself back on his feet when he felt a hand on his shoulder and flinched, expecting another round of Connor's wrath. But it was Criss, her eyes filled with concern.

"Are you okay?" she asked, her voice gentle, her hand surprisingly warm on his shoulder. Tommy nodded, still panting slightly. "Connor can be an asshole sometimes," she said, her voice low. "But he's just really protective."

Tommy took a deep breath, his chest tight with pain. "I know," he said, his voice still shaky. "It's just... I didn't mean anything by it. I swear."

Criss's gaze searched his face, and he could see the doubt in her eyes. But she nodded. "Okay," she said finally. "But maybe you should stay away from me for a while. Just until Connor cools down."

Tommy's stomach churned with a mix of fear and disappointment. Does his power not work anymore? Where is the proposition to such him off at the very least? Maybe she does not care about him enough, wait, but Molly was ready to apologize on Brandon's behalf. Criss's hand was still on his shoulder, offering a small comfort that felt foreign to him.

"Tommy, I want to make things right," Criss said, her eyes meeting his with a determination he hadn't seen before. "Connor's been out of line, and I can't have you thinking I'm okay with it."

Tommy nodded, YES! His power are still in effect. Criss’s hand remained on his shoulder, her touch both comforting and confusing. He looked up at her, his eyes searching hers for any hint of what she was thinking. He noticed that her gaze was a mix of concern and guilt.

"Can you meet me on the 3rd floor? Do follow me, somebody might tell Connor... I do not want you to get hurt more." Criss told him, her voice was shaky but firm. Tommy nodded, his mind racing with excitement and fear. He watched her long legs carry her away from the scene and once she was out of sight, he took a moment to catch his breath, his hand gently rubbing his bruised stomach.

Tommy followed Criss's instructions, taking the stairs to the 3rd floor. His heart thumped in his chest like a drumline at a football game, and he couldn't shake the feeling that he was being led into a trap. But when he arrived at the secluded study room she had mentioned, he found her waiting for him, her eyes wide and her cheeks flushed. She closed the door behind him, and he could feel the tension in the air thicken like fog before a storm.

"I'm so sorry for what Connor did," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the distant murmur of students in the library. "I know you didn't mean to hurt anyone."

Tommy nodded, still trying to catch his breath, three staircases of running up had done their work. Criss took a step closer to him, her small breasts pressing against the fabric of her shirt. Tommy felt his cock stir in his pants, and he braced himself for what was probably going to happen next.

"Please, let me make it up to you," she whispered, reaching into her bag and pulling out a condom. She placed it on the desk in front of him, her eyes never leaving his. Tommy's eyes went wide as she took another step closer, her hand reaching for his belt buckle.

"Criss, are you going to let me have sex with you?" Tommy's voice was hoarse with shock, the words barely leaving his mouth.

Criss nodded, her eyes brimming with sincerity. "I want to apologize for Connor," she murmured, her voice a soft caress in the quiet room. She stepped closer, her fingertips lightly tracing the outline of his erection through his jeans. "What he did was terrible, I think this is the only way I can get your forgiveness."

Tommy quickly nodded, and got back till he was sitting on the desk, with his legs spread apart. Criss knelt in front of him, her eyes never leaving his, and she began to unbuckle his belt. His heart was racing so fast he could feel it in his throat, his pulse echoing in his ears. Her nimble fingers worked quickly, unbuttoning his pants and sliding them down to his ankles. His cock sprang free, already straining with need. She looked up at him, her eyes dark with a mix of nerves and desire, and took the condom from the desk. Her hand was shaking slightly as she rolled it onto his length, and he watched in amazement as she took him in her mouth.

"I always do it with Connor before we have sex," her smile made Tommy's heart race, "it's supposed to feel good," she whispered, as she leaned in closer, her breath hot on his cock. Tommy's eyes rolled back in his head as she took him in her mouth again, her tongue swirling around his balls. The condom felt strange, a barrier between them that he hadn't experienced with Molly and Connor's mom, but it still felt great.

"I think you are ready," Criss took a hold of Tommy's cock, which was still sheathed in the condom. She climbed onto the desk and straddled him, her small breasts bouncing slightly with the movement. Tommy's hands automatically went to her hips, guiding her into position. She was so hot, so ready for him, and he couldn't believe his luck.

Criss leaned in, her breath hot on his ear. "I am so sorry for what Connor did," she whispered, her voice filled with genuine regret, "he is such a bully, I am so ashamed." Tommy's eyes widened as he felt the tip of her tongue trace the outline of his ear. Her movement on his cock, combined with her words, sent waves of pleasure coursing through his body.

Tommy's hands found their way to her hips, guiding her as she slid onto his erection. He could feel her tightness enveloping him, and he let out a low moan of pleasure. Her eyes were closed, her teeth digging into her bottom lip as she began to move, her body rocking back and forth in a steady rhythm.

"I want you to feel good," she murmured, her breath hot against his neck. "I want you to forgive my bully of a boyfriend." Her movements grew more confident, her hips swiveling in a way that made him feel like he was losing control. He tightened his grip on her hips, his eyes squeezed shut as he fought to keep his climax at bay.

"Criss," he gasped, "I'm going to... " She leaned in, her mouth brushing against his. "It's okay," she whispered, her voice a soothing balm to his nerves. "I'm here for you." With that, she kissed him, her tongue probing his mouth as she rode him with a passion that took him by surprise. The room spun around him, and he could feel his orgasm building, a pressure that was both painful and exquisite.

With a final, **** thrust, Tommy came, his body arching off the desk. Criss moaned softly against his mouth, her hips still moving, trying to find her own release. But she didn't. She pulled away, her chest heaving, and looked down at him with a sad smile. "Did it feel good? Was it enough?" she asked, her voice trembling with hope.

Tommy's eyes snapped open, still basking in the incredible pleasure, "Yea... yeah it was amazing," he managed to reply, his voice hoarse and thick with emotion. Criss leaned back, a look of satisfaction on her face, "Good," she said, her voice a soft purr. "I am glad I could make you feel better." She slid off him, her body sticky with their combined sweat, and bent down to take the condom off his now limp dick.

Her movements were almost robotic, she gave him an awkward smile while throwing the condom in a bin, her cheeks still flushed. "Well, that's done," she said, her voice a little too bright. Tommy nodded, his mind racing. What had just happened? He watched as she climbed off the desk and began to put her pants back on, her eyes avoiding his. The smell of their combined arousal hung heavy in the air, a scent that was both intoxicating and uncomfortable.

Criss's hands shook slightly as she buttoned her jeans, her back to him. Soon enough, nothing about her seemed to tell about her bouncing on his dick just moments ago. Her shirt followed, hiding her bare skin from his view. Tommy watched her, his chest still heaving from the intensity of their encounter. "See ya Tommy!" she said as she left him alone.

I am done with this one, if anybody wants to continue - be my guest.