Kelly's got class

It seemed like I'd only just closed my eyes when I was awoken by a series of gentle, playful kisses on my cheeks and lips; Kelly was leaning over me, beaming happily. "Um. Hi," she murmured as she realized I'd awoken. "I'm really sorry - I needed that, SO badly, and it was wonderful and I hope we get the chance to do it again real soon but I have to run to class..."

I smiled, assured her it was okay, and gave her my cell phone number. There was no way I was going to leave this sexual dynamo in my rearview mirror! Besides... she seemed so absurdly... grateful, I guess would be the word, that the notion of not talking to her again or seeing her again seemed just... wrong. It would be like feeding a stray puppy and then kicking it a few times.

This ability of mine, I realized, had some pretty far-reaching considerations to take into account, ethically speaking...

The two of us left together, and thanks to my earlier efforts there were surprisingly few stares or catcalls; it wasn't a Walk of Shame, and I felt profoundly grateful for that, on her behalf. All it would take would be a couple of snide remarks and all the work I'd done getting Kelly to loosen up and get over her sense of shame and self-loathing would be undone, and I hated that idea. Still, there was one person. There's always one, isn't there?

She was stepping out of her room down the hall at the same time that Kelly and I exited, and she was one of those kind of mousey types; ash-blonde hair pulled back in a tight ponytail, black-rimmed hipster glasses, and oh-so-proper clothing; hell, she even had on a pleated skirt. Girl would have looked right at home on the set of Leave It To Beaver. When she saw us - Kelly's head was turned away and so she couldn't see it, but I could - her face twisted into this hateful scowl, and she was just about to speak. I know what she was going to say, she was going to yell something about sluts.

She never got the chance.

Seeing Kelly so vibrant and full of life and happy - a vast change from the painfully shy girl I'd met just a few hours before - and seeing her about to be judged by this other girl... the anger that filled me was fierce. Who was this girl to judge? Who the fuck was SHE, to belittle this other girl she probably barely knew?

}YOU WILL NOT SPEAK,{ I sent to her, even before I consciously knew what I was doing, and the anger behind that command startled me; the girl's eyes widened in surprise. Oh, I felt the resistance to my 'pushed' thought... but the anger just blew it aside like it was nothing, like a wrecking ball through papier-mache. }Go to your room and wait for me there!{ She turned, silently, and slipped back into her room.

"What is it?" I heard Kelly ask, sounding worried, and I blinked, put on my winningest smile, and shook my head.

"Oh, it's nothing. Thought I saw something. I was wrong. You're going to call me, right?"

"The moment I have a chance," Kelly assured me, beaming with delight. She leaned up to kiss my cheek, then slipped out of the dorm building with a distinct spring in her step.

I watched her go, then I turned around to go and check on the girl whose mind I'd just battered down. Jesus... what had I done?