Non-Discriminatory Mind Fucker

Immediately outside the dorm door I see Quinn, a girl that I’ve had the hots for forever. Hey I don’t discriminate between men and women, but she’s never given me the time of day. The one time I tried to talk to her, she just laughed and told me to keep on moving. With a bit more confidence I call out to her just as she walks past the door.

“Hey, would you rather walk to class topless or come inside my room for a friendly chat?”

She stopped in her tracks, sighed and grunted out, “I guess even you’re better than walking halfway across campus topless.”

I let go of the insult she added to her response, it wasn’t really going to be an issue with my new found power. She walked past me, giving an annoyed look and sat down on the couch.

“Hey Quinn, why did you come into my dorm room?”

“Well, it’s better than walking around campus topless now isn’t it?”

“But why are they the only two options?”

“Well, they’re the options you gave me so I had to choose.”

Interesting, so people were aware of the options I gave them ad by the grace of something supernatural felt like they were the only two options they had a choice to follow. I think it’s time for some experimenting.

“Hey Quinn, would you rather take your top and bra off or take your pants and underwear off?”

“Top I guess, I don’t want you seeing my pussy you pervert.”

Just like that she put her bag down on the floor, then took her jacket off, followed by her white shirt and then finally the black bra that had been hiding underneath everything. I was immediately struck by the rather large tattoo she had across her chest before even registering that her tits were just sitting out for all to see. The dragon was splayed out between both breasts with its head curling up and looking straight up between them.

“Hey, perv stop staring, they’re just tits.”

“Oh yes, of course. I was just admiring your tattoo, it looks badass.”

“I don’t care what you think about it, can we just get this chat over with so I can get to class.”

Even though she was being compelled to be here she was still quite bitchy.

“Would you rather masturbate or cuddle up with me on the couch?”

“I’m not masturbating in front of you, fucking hell.”

I scooted over and put an arm around her, as she leaned over I felt her right tit squish into my arm, it was so soft and warm.

“So exactly why have you been such a bitch to me in the past?”

“Well, you’re just boring, you’re a geek, you’re obviously a perv which I’ve proven today and we’re just in vastly different social strata.”

“I wasn’t expecting you to be so brutally honest.” I rubbed her arm as we spoke and she turned to look at my hand with disgust.

The shower had stopped to which we both looked up to the bathroom door.

“Is your roommate here?”

“Yeah, of course. He’s just washing up after I came down his throat.”

“You what? You’re a fag too?”

“I don’t discriminate babe.”

“Don’t call me babe.”

As we were arguing Steve came back out with a towel wrapped around his waist and another drying off his hair, speaking up with his head down. “Who the fuck are you talking to?”

“Steve, I’d like to introduce you to Quinn. She’s just here for a chat with her top off.”

I could see Quinn’s face go red, whether from embarrassment or anger or both I couldn’t quite tell. Steve though stopped drying his hair as his head shot up, moth agape taking in Quinn’s rather impressive chest and the smug look on my own face cuddling up with her.

“Hey Steve,