Sophia lay in the bed, absently flicking through messages on her phone. She was completely naked, the two of us having just gotten done fucking, and she seemed to radiate confidence as she lay there. "Taylor's the only other parahuman at our school, right?"

"That I've seen, yeah," I told her. "Why?"

"You do want to keep having sex with strange women, right? It's like... coping, after what happened, or whatever?" She had this tiny hint of concern in her voice that she was trying to tamp down on to keep up her cool facade. She'd been gentler, lately.

"I just like having sex with strange women, some dumb Asian bitch can't change that," I told her, making her laugh at the commentary.

"Apparently she was full ride at Cornell before triggering." She said it in this playfully smug way, like she enjoyed the fact that somebody who was more academically successful than her had failed so badly at life. "So you still want me to find fresh parahumans for you to fuck?"

"Yes," I agreed. "Is that why you were asking about Taylor?"

"Yeah. You're not fucking her, though," she added, with a sour note to her voice. "Well," she said, humming. "I happened to overhear some guys talking about this sorority doing a costume party. A sorority sounds like your kind of scene, yeah? You can fuck all those white bitches and then spray your cum up in me to satiate yourself."

I hesitated a bit. That kind of stuff was something that Sophia loved, since it told everybody that she was in total control of my orgasms, but I was less happy about having sex for forty minutes without ever being able to come once. "Sex with you is fun, sex with girls like that is a chore," I decided on.

"Alright, well..." Sophia trailed off, considering it. She was being nice, even, since I'd 'just been through a lot' in her view. Imagine a guy whose girlfriend gets gang-raped one day, you'd have to be a complete piece of shit to treat her exactly the same after as before. I honestly wasn't sure whether the fact that she was still looking to whore me out was more her social obliviousness when it came to boys, or more her total willingness to accept my preferences. "Okay, how about this? Just get some blowjobs from sorority girls, telling them you'll fuck their brains out after they make you come. When they fail, you can fuck me, and you can make the next girl clean you off."

"I don't think they'll suck your juices off my cock."

"Not with their mouths, just with a towel or something. You know. Humiliate them by showing that you already fucked somebody else, or whatever. I mean, I could suck you off if you'd rather, but you better rail me to hell when we get back, if I do." She paused, as if suddenly remembering something. "Oh, and, if we see a parahuman, you can fuck her. As long as I approve, which, I probably will."

"Why wouldn't you?"

"If I thought she was a villain, or bad news, or something. I'll keep an eye on you, don't worry." Her hand left her phone to reach for my bicep, giving it a squeeze.

Even though I didn't know if I really needed to have an eye kept on me, I leaned down to kiss Sophia gently on the cheek. "Thanks." She gave a small smile she quickly tried to suppress.

* * *

The costume party was Greek themed, which had a major effect of making a lot of girls wear togas, and the "traditional Greek" kind, where one breast was exposed, which was quite neat. I went as Apollo, and Sophia went as Artemis, the two of us easily sneaking in and pretending to be adult college students. Admittedly, a big part of that was me flirting outrageously with one of the girls up front.

With the presence of alcohol, the already easy task of getting women to have sex became even easier, as I found some random redhead and talked her into sucking my dick within five minutes. Of course, after ten minutes of working her jaw hard, it became increasingly clear that she wasn't going to make me come, and she started to really growl, every movement getting more intense, her brow furrowing, her tongue flashing all over the underside of my cock as she tried and failed to make me come. Eventually, I decided to just grab her by the hair and yank her off. "Sorry, guess you just suck at blowjobs."

"I do not," she spat. "Guys love my blowjobs. Come on, what, did you jerk off before you came here?"

"Nope. Here, let me show you what a real girl can manage," I said, sticking my dick back in my pants, opening the door to the closet. "Hey, Artemis, get over here," I said, with a gesture. My eyes caught sight of another parahuman, a slender, pretty blonde with freckles, wearing one of the togas that didn't cover both breasts, her aura one of black and white in erratic checkerboard patterns. I briefly considered just leaving... I think it was Brenda? And going to see the girl in question, but my thoughts were interrupted as Sophia stepped inside the closet with a smug look on her face. "She thinks that I'm just holding back on coming," I explained. "Why don't you show her how a real woman sucks cock?"

"Sure thing, slut. Watch and learn," Sophia said, giving the other girl a snarky look and slurping me down into her throat. It took maybe two or three pumps for me to come down her throat, and my fingers clenched into fists as I found sweet release in her mouth and throat, jerking and twitching. Sophia's eyes flicked from me to the other woman, who just fidgeted uncomfortably, clearly humiliated by how quickly I'd come with her.

"That- I just warmed him up for you." That was true. I'd probably have come well before then if she'd been a parahuman, but she wasn't, and Sophia liked this, so... I didn't agree.

"You can tell yourself that, if you want," Sophia said, sticking my dick in my pants, kissing me on the lips with a quick peck. "Anyway, just do it like that next time."

Brenda just scowled and left, making Sophia chuckle a little as she slung an arm over my shoulder, walking out with obvious pride at being able to declare me as hers to the entire party in that way. I groped her ass, earning a pleased hum from her, and leaned over to her. "That girl's got powers."

"Oh?" Sophia asked, perking up a bit, pausing to size the girl up.

As she did so, said girl surprised me by just approaching the pair of us. I noticed she had a conch shell with... an apple? Pomegranate? inside. "It's for Aphrodite," she explained, as she caught me looking. "You can call me that if you want, handsome," she said, with a little wink, her finger gently trailing along my neck. A moment later, her attention snapped over to Sophia. "Do I meet your approval, ma'am?" She even mimed a little curtsy, a playful smile on her lips. "I promise, I only want a good time with your boyfriend, nothing more. He's handsome and willing, after all." The way she can say that without hesitation is honestly a little shocking - you haven't even said word one to her. "You can watch if you want."

"I do want," Sophia said. She obviously wasn't comfortable being the one playing verbal defense like this. "And what's your name?"

"Lisa." She paused, falling silent for a few seconds. "I can get us a bedroom for some real fun."

"Sure, as long as you're fine with him fucking me after he's done with you," Sophia countered. Lisa gave a noncommittal shrug, and Sophia leaned into my ear. "Fuck this girl until she can't think of other men. I want to see her beg for a round two, the cocky little bitch."

I nodded in silent agreement. Honestly... for Sophia it was clearly about establishing social dominance over her, using me to do it; but for me, it was more about sexual domination, in the classic sense. You know, taking some haughty rich girl and getting her down on her hands and knees.

When we got to the bedroom, Lisa wore a smirk as she turned to face me. "I never go to a party without getting laid at least once, and you are the hottest guy around, and the most willing, so..." She stepped forward into me, grasping at my fake armor and pulling me into a kiss, dragging me towards the bed. "You look hot in that costume," she said, as she pushed me down onto the bed, clambering atop me. "But you'll look even better out of it," she continued, beginning to furiously make out with me, fingers popping buckles and buttons and bolts to remove the armor I wore as part of my costume, disrobing me shockingly quickly, especially given she wasn't breaking off the kiss.

Wet smacks of her tongue against mine, flesh against flesh, her nubile body, wiggling atop mine like a worm on land. My hands reached for her toga and tore at it, ripping it apart and off, sending it to the ground in a mess. She let out a slightly annoyed note at that, but she didn't stop the kiss in spite of it. She continued to remove the rest of my clothes instead, and when her fingers finally had fished my cock out, she was quick to plunge me inside her, letting out a hungry sigh into my mouth. She popped off the kiss, then, smirking down at me as she leaned up. I could see, then, that she hadn't been wearing underwear beneath the toga.

I admired her naked form as she started to bounce. She had a good body, slender and quite trim, a few freckles here and there adding character. She wore a light smirk as she saw me eyeing her up, her tongue flashing out along her lips, licking them as her fingers slid along my naked body. She had a certain talent for moving her body just so. Everything that got a response was repeated, toyed with, done fast then slow, left then right, up then down. All the while she wore this rapturous smile, like my cock was a puzzle that she was having just the best time deciphering.

Eventually, she seemed to hit her stride, falling into a rhythmic movement of her body. She leaned down, until her nose booped up against mine, her bottle-glass green eyes staring directly into my own. Blonde hair fell around my face, and she kissed me, a quick peck on the lips - then shifted over to one side, her hair getting in my mouth and nose in the process. "I'm going to make you come your brains out right in front of your girlfriend, you hot little slut. You might think that you can do what your girl wants, make me start begging for more, but by the time I'm done with you? It's going to be you begging. You've. Got. No. Chance." She pulled herself back, a self-satisfied grin on her lips, not even bothering to look down at me.

If that was a challenge, it was certainly one I was going to rise to... later. For the moment, I instead let my hands wander her naked body, let my eyes slide across her bare skin. The freckles gave it character, and I leaned forward, finding one of her nipples and taking it into my mouth, softly suckling on her hard nipple, nibbling away gently at the little nub. She let out a soft, sensual sigh, fingers gripping the back of my head as she kept pumping up and down my cock. Her cunt was working over time, squeezing what felt like every last inch of my length, and I saw her whip her head around to give another cocky smirk to Sophia.

A glance at Sophia showed she was just smugly self-assured. I guess it was pretty easy to be sure I'd make Lisa come her brains out when my power let me do as much. My fingers groped and squeezed her ass cheeks. She seemed like she ran - not a lot, but a little bit, enough to give some firmness and sculpting to her physique.

She came first, letting out the softest and sweetest of sighs as she slid down my length, grinding her pelvis against mine. I could feel her clit as it rubbed against me, and when I glanced up at her face, she was more serenely joyous that ecstatically brain-mushed. I'd fix that soon enough. I'd see to it. I grunted as I pumped my hips up into her, thrusting deep inside her. She just shivered gently in response, eyes closing, head tilting back, this little noise of release, a bit more than a sigh, far less than a proper moan, escaping her throat. It was like she'd been expecting to feel this way the whole day, the sort of noise you make when you finally peel your socks off after a long day of walking around.

When she came down from her orgasm, her hands started to properly explore my body, sliding down my back, almost curling herself over me as I kept my lips attached to her nipple. Her fingertips brushed against my shoulder blades, counted out each spine in turn, slid around to the front to tease my nipples, then finally pushed me off and down onto my back so she could properly admire my abs. Her fingers brushed along them, and she leaned down over me, starting to lick across my bare flesh, eyes flicking up to mine as if seeking to find exactly what kind of licking I liked the most. Was it my pecs? My sternum? My neck? Yes, it was my neck. She started to lap at it like an excited puppy, tongue flicking up and down as her hips followed a perfectly-designed and absolutely amazing pattern, my cock twitching inside her.

She came again, soon enough, twitching as her body ground against mine. Nipples scraped against my bare chest, and she let out this lovely sigh into my ear as she pressed me deep inside her. I came shortly after her, groaning as I let go inside her, and she just let out another one of those delicious sighs.

"Enthusiasm counts for a lot," she said, nibbling my earlobe for a second. "But... it's not enough for an experienced girl like me. You need a little more skill, not to just make me do all the-"

She was interrupted as I grabbed her hips, twisting her around onto her back. My cock was still hard inside her, so I just grabbed her thighs and started to fuck, pumping into her with reckless abandon. She let out a little laugh at that. "You're not going to be able to-" she stopped for a moment as my hand slid down, my thumb brushing and teasing her clit, my hips jackhammering away. "Better, better," she said, a teasing note to her voice, challenging. She gave a glance over to Sophia, and I could feel her clench, getting off on making me feel good while my girlfriend was less ten feet away.

I decided that she'd gotten her fun. I did have to wake up tomorrow as Sophia's boyfriend; Lisa just had to have a pleasant memory of getting fucked. She quirked one eyebrow, maybe recognizing something on her face, and then I started in on her. She jerked in pleasure as I started to use my power, gently coaxing her own up and down. She sputtered, mouth opening, all that cool confidence vanishing in a moment as she came, hard, within a second or so of my power's use. Sophia let out a gentle chuckle, clearly intensely satisfied to see the girl who had been teasing her now twisting and writhing in ecstasy on the bed beneath me.

Her fists were actually slamming against the mattress, repeated, almost childish thump-thumps as she did so, squeaky noises escaping her throat. I kept up the pressure, grasping her thighs and just fucking her, wheelbarrow style, right into the bed. Her hair was a tangle of messy blonde curls in short order, each sputtering movement on her part sending a little extra saliva from her mouth, her skin soon growing slick and shiny from sweat. Sophia wanted to see the girl melt on my cock, and hell, I did too.

I watched her expression more than I watched her body. Her lips were parted, her tongue occasionally flicking around in her mouth, trying to speak. Sometimes she'd start to stretch my hands up, to try to stop me, maybe, but I'd just redouble the intensity of her pleasure. She actually went cross-eyed, or rolled her eyes up, a number of times, as orgasm after orgasm ran through her body. Her wet sex was crazy tight, wrapping and just squeezing my dick, every muscle in there working overtime as her whole body went wild with ecstasy, the occasional fleck and splatter of saliva even hitting me.

"What was I not going to be able to do?" I teased. "I think it might have been... make you beg for another round?" My hands slid from her thighs up her body, groping her modest bust, feeling up her tits as I considered her body beneath me. They continued along their path, running along her biceps, her forearms, up to her hands, grabbing her wrists and pinning her beneath me by them.

"Pu, para, human," she panted out, quiet enough that I doubted Sophia could hear. It surprised me, as her green eyes flicked up to me - then she decided to just abandon whatever thought it was, flopping back down onto her back, letting all the pleasure run through her as she came, hard and fast.

No girl had ever figured out I was using my power with her to enhance her pleasure before, except Sophia. Though, admittedly, that was generally because I wasn't using it like this, just slamming overwhelming, mind-numbing pleasure into her brain until she couldn't move or do anything on her own. I leaned down to her, whispering directly in her ear as I refused to let up in the slightest on her continuous, ever-present ecstasy. "Maybe I am. The parahuman slut with the superpower to fuck sense into girls like you, so you realize that you're nothing compared to my girlfriend, Sophia." I said it in a playful, deflecting manner, and as I pulled back, I glanced over at Sophia, signalling for her to come close. She did so, a bit curious, and I immediately pulled her into a heartfelt kiss, just grabbing the back of her neck and yanking. She let out a sweet sigh, a disdainful glance out of the corner of her eye at the girl beneath me for just a moment before her fingers started running through my hair.

It really did feel great. I kept Lisa constantly coming in that position, unable to stop me in the least, her body just twitching wildly and continuously. She soaked the bed with her own sweat, her body slick and shiny, and I wound up coming inside her a couple times before I finally pulled out and let her off the hook. "You really laid into her," Sophia said, with a certain note of approval to her voice.

"She disrespected you," I replied, with a grin, and Sophia groaned, pushing her body into mine, starting to disrobe herself - then realizing as her hand reached my cock that I was still coated in Lisa's juices.

"Fuck," she grunted, looking around for anything good to use, grabbing Lisa's toga and wiping the juices off that way. Lisa could only let out the tiniest annoyed grunt at that, she was still too busy panting and gasping. "Blowjob or sex? Because I want you in me so bad," Sophia said.

Well, she asked. I manhandled her into position on her hands and knees right next to Lisa, yanking up her skirt and pushing aside her panties before thrusting into her pink sex, filling her up in a heartbeat. Her fingers clenched around the sheets, and she let out a luxurious sigh, glancing over at Lisa with a smug look on her face. "He makes me come too, but not like some pathetic little quickshot," she explained, with a wink. "That's a 'you' problem," she said, and I thrust up deep inside her, using my power to add a little extra note of pleasure to the movement, making her pant softly in pleasure, eyelashes fluttering. "That's it, slut. Fuck me. Fuck your girlfriend, right in front of this haughty cunt who thinks she's all that, show her how a real woman gets fucked, not some pitiful little virgin."

"Not a, virgin," Lisa said.

"Oh, totally," Sophia agreed, bucking her hips against my dick. "I've never seen him make somebody come that hard. You got a premature orgasm problem?"

"You know, I don't," she said, her voice sharp and cutting. I decided I didn't really want to watch Sophia catfight with Lisa any more, so I upped my pace inside her and used my power, sending a sharp spark of pleasure through her body, making her moan as she clenched down on my cock.

"Yeah, you totally, nn, do." Lisa just collapsed back onto the bed, panting as I fucked away at Sophia, my girlfriend really enjoying herself.

She'd occasionally try to say something, and every time, I'd spike her pleasure so it just turned into a moan. If she wanted to rub it in with Lisa, she could do it after I came. My hands slid along her body, absently teasing at her breasts, slipping under the toga-styled top she was wearing to just grope her breasts. Unlike many girls at the party, her toga covered both tits, but, that was fine. I didn't really want other guys looking at her breasts anyway.

I fucked her for a good twenty minutes, probably. I had just gotten done coming twice with Lisa, plus the earlier blowjob from Brenda/Sophia, so it took me a lot of work to finally get myself off. I felt like I was just drenched in sweat by that point, and Sophia had come a good dozen times with only modest assistance form my power, her body halfway collapsing forward, her arousal at the way I'd treated Lisa making her extremely sensitive and eager.

I finally tumbled down onto the bed myself, just panting and letting out a long sigh, feeling absolutely exhausted. My skin was slick with sweat, my breathing was erratic, and I just took a moment to catch my breath.

Then Lisa leaned up, crawling around the bed, reaching for her toga, and wiping my cock clean of Sophia's juices, a certain sharp note to her gaze as she stared up at me. It was as if she was silently warning me not to use my power on her again. I was quickly informed of her enforcement mechanism when, once she'd decided my cock was sufficiently clean, she opened her mouth and just sucked me in, taking me to the base in a heartbeat, her cute button nose smushing into my pubes. She started to swallow, her throat curling around my cock, practically stroking me off in her mouth, glaring up at me all the while.

It took me a few seconds before I finally realized it - I'd hurt her pride as a woman by making her come so much, so she was going to prove she was, in fact, a competent lover, by giving me a really great blowjob. Sophia was just lounging on the bed next to me, still half-dressed in contrast to Lisa and I's nakedness, but my focus was entirely on the girl between my legs. She twisted her head around my cock as she remained firmly down there, grinding my dick against every single part of her mouth, her tongue flicking around. She had to crawl to get in better position, twisting this way and that, not caring in the least as she swiveled around, my cock still in her throat, seemingly without ceasing.

I could feel myself drawing closer, tensing up a bit in preparation, and she popped off immediately. "Not so fast," she said, stroking my spit-slick cock with the most laborious pace, careful not to let me come. "I'm going to show you what a girl who knows what she's doing can manage," she explained, a certain fierceness in her voice that would brook no argument or compromise. Her lips slid down my length in a long, slow, wonderful movement, swallowing around my dick as her throat was filled up with it once more. This time she started to gingerly run her mouth up and down my length, tongue swishing this way and that on the underside of my cock, her eyes smoldering with a desperate need to prove herself.

There was more there than just the desire to prove herself, though. There was also an erotic kind of showing off, as if she wanted to show me every single sex trick she'd ever learned in her life. Her goal was my orgasm, and she was going to get it, one way or another. Her hands softly stroked my eyes, and she wore an expression that told me I could take all the time I needed, I should just lie back and enjoy it, I could just be the pillow prince and let the woman do all the work.

I sighed and did exactly that, closing my eyes and focusing on the sensations, the sounds. The wet smacks of her tongue against the underside of my cock; the soft, slurping suckles of my length; the twist and roll of her head, sending hair brushing along my thighs and stomach when she'd twist one way or the other.

It felt fantastic. Sophia was still panting and lying there next to me, recovering from our own sex, while Lisa blew me. It was almost like they were taking turns on pleasing me - first Lisa, then Sophia when Lisa got too tired to keep going, now Lisa with Sophia too tired to keep going. That thought made my cock twitch in her throat, and she hummed faintly around it, as if in acknowledgement, her head twisting from side to side, her eyes focusing up on mine with a laser intensity. She slid back up my cock, a wet pop accompanying it, and her hands gently brushed against my thighs as she started to tease me by simply breathing on my cock, rather than giving it any proper stimulation.

"I give," she said, pecking the tip of my cock, making it bounce and twitch, "the absolute," another kiss, "best," kiss, "blowjobs." She licked her lips, the movement wet and full of intent. "Every guy," she said, kissing the very tip of my cock, tongue flicking against my slit, "I give them to," kiss, flick, "says so. But you..." she slid her lips down the side of my length, staring up at me all the while. "Are going to have to admit it, before I let you come." Her fingers started to stroke my length, running up and down. "No guy can come if I don't want him to. I can keep you on the edge for hours," she explained, cheek resting against my thigh.

"I've got a girl here, who will actually let me come," I said, gently patting Sophia's ass, earning a sleepy mumble of assent from her.

"That'd be admitting..." Lisa explained, kissing my cock, "that you need to, but, you can't." Her lips softly wrapped around the very tip of my dick, her tongue swishing around in a long, circular movement that made my cock throb and twitch. "I don't need a cockring to orgasm denial you. I just need my eyes, and my mouth." She swooped down my length, holding herself there, and she sucked so hard that it became so tight that I could feel my brain melting, unable to actually come in spite of it, her fingers suddenly snapping around the base of my cock to keep me from doing so.

When she peeled back, she kept it up, slithering up and down my length. Her eyes remained completely focused on mine the whole time, and it was legitimately driving me crazy. A good half-dozen times, she'd get me to the point where I could just about let go, and then she'd suddenly pull back, watching my cock twitch, my hips buck, my hands claw at the bed. Jerking off or finishing that way felt like it'd be a confession that she was right, and given Sophia was lying right next to me, I kept holding out.

Then Sophia finally rose, getting on her hands and knees. "I'll show you how a real woman blows her man," she said, practically shoulder-checking Lisa out of the way and just thrusting her mouth straight down my cock. I could feel the inner depths of her throat, the sweet, tight caress, her tongue slashing about on the underside of my cock.

"Give me a facial," Lisa said, suddenly. "Come on my face, instead of hers. C'mon, you've come on hers plenty, I'm sure. Want to try a little something different?" She paused, her eyes carefully inspecting my expression as my cock twitched a bit inside Sophia's throat at the suggestion. "Want to stain this cocky bitch with your cum?"

I grunted in a voice that left no doubt in anyone at all's mind that was exactly what I wanted to do, and Sophia even seemed willing to go for it, peeling off my cock to offer my dick up to Lisa. Lisa then promptly took advantage of the fact that Sophia wasn't on my dick to slurp it right down into her mouth, starting to bob up and down, a mischievous note in her eyes as she did so. Sophia snarled at that, but she didn't stop Lisa, instead getting in on the blowjob herself, starting to tongue and play with my balls, hands stroking my cock, clearly waiting for the moment when Lisa got off again to keep teasing me, at which point she'd no doubt get to receive my cum for being a better, more honest sport.

What actually wound up happening, though, is that the pair soon fell into a competitive blowjob pattern. Lisa would never let her lips leave my dick, always keeping at least the tip in her mouth. It meant she was silent, but her eyes communicated well enough her intent, that she was going to leave no doubt she was the better fellatrix of the pair. Sophia decided to pay attention to every inch of my cock that wasn't in Lisa's mouth, slithering her tongue this way and that, her own expression one of fierce, smoldering competition.

"If he comes, it's going to be from me," Sophia said, at one point, prompting Lisa to start facefucking my cock again, bobbing up and down roughly, forcefully.

Sophia's hand reached for my cock, seizing part of it from Lisa, but that just prompted the other girl to start pushing down against it, her jaw stretched wide open as she moved to take another inch of my dick into her mouth. Just the very tip of my cock wound up in her throat, as she practically kissed Sophia's clenched hand, and she swallowed around said tip, making my own cock frantically jerk and twitched, threatening to explode at any second. Sophia eventually realized Lisa wasn't going to let her so much as jerk me off, peeled away her fingers, and started licking and kissing what of my length she could get at, with Lisa busy up top.

Then she finally just gave up on that whole plan, shifting to start licking at my dick whenever Lisa had just the top in my mouth, paying attention to my balls at other times. I think part of her was pissed ass hell with Lisa, but she kept it under wraps for my sake, or just so that she could prove, eventually, that she was the better fellatrix.

Unfortunately, as Lisa took me to the base again, swallowing around my length, humming, moaning, twisting, doing a half-dozen other things, I had to admit it to myself, even if I'd never say it aloud - Lisa was the better fellatrix. The way she moved was so intense, so pleasant, and she had a wide variety of techniques and nothing but focus. Sophia was doing her best, but she didn't really quite the right mindset for an amazing blowjob. Lisa's was... I will put everything I have into making you feel good. Sophia's was more about the results, that she wanted me to come and prove she was great that way.

The moment that I'd made that internal confession, Lisa slurped her way down to the base of my cock, swallowing rapidly as she leered up at me, her eyes seeming to suggest she'd read my mind. When I was just about to come, she slid off, jerking me off with her free hand as her mouth popped off, the first spurt of cum raining down on her face and starting to stain her white, hiding freckles beneath the sticky gunk as she just took my cum all over her face. She wore this cheshire cat grin, as if every last droplet was proof of her victory over Sophia.

"Go on. Say what you want to say," Lisa said, with a teasing smirk. "Who gives better blowjobs?"

"Sophia's," I lied, and her smile just got broader at that, and she gave me a playful little wink.

"Alright. I get it. I've been defeated." She raised her hands as if in defeat, but there was the thinnest underpinning of 'I know what you actually think'. Thin enough only I noticed. "Maybe you could share some of your blowjob techniques with me some time," she offered to Sophia. "I bet your slut would just love if the two of us worked together on another blowjob, and I owe him for all those orgasms."

Sophia just smirked, clapping the other girl on the shoulder. "Sure. Now that you've accepted you're a quickshot who sucks at blowjobs, I'd be happy to offer you help. Eventually. Give me your number, I'll call you, maybe."

Lisa exchanged numbers with Sophia, and I... well, I just passed out on the bed. I was already lying on my back, and I'd had the last bits of my brain just slurped out along with my cum, because it was pretty much lights out the moment the pair of them were quiet for more than two seconds.

* * *

I woke up with the music having faded, only faint shuffling coming from other rooms and downstairs, the party apparently over. Sophia winced as she quietly jostled me awake. "Hey, wake up, you gotta get dressed."

"Hm? What's... going on?"

"You've been asleep for four hours."

"What?" I sputtered out in a brainless reply. "Why didn't you wake me up?"

"You looked like you could use the nap... I couldn't pick you up, and I wasn't going to leave you alone with a bunch of drunk sorority girls, come on. You can trust me to look out for you, alright, babe?" She kissed me gently on the cheek.

It was only the next day, when she was practically flopping over unconscious in classes, that I processed that her words meant she'd spent four straight hours just watching me sleep, purely to try to keep anything bad from happening to me. I gave her a lot of really good sex that night as a reward. (We did some slave roleplay, with me as the slave.)