The college cafeteria buzzed with the midday rush, the air filled with the sizzle of grills and the chatter of students unwinding between classes. Alex sat at a corner table, his backpack slung over the chair, scrolling through his phone while waiting for his usual crew. The week had been a whirlwind—morning lectures in psych with Professor Isabel's sharp wit keeping everyone on their toes, afternoon math sessions that dragged on like eternity, and pickup basketball games where he continued to outmaneuver Jason and Fred, their rivalry now laced with a grudging camaraderie. Jason had even slapped his back after a game yesterday, muttering, "You're not bad, Carter," before Fred ruined the moment with a corny joke about Alex's "lucky shoes." The cafeteria was a hub of daily college life, with freshmen huddling over notes, sophomores flirting across tables, and a group of drama club kids practicing lines in the corner, their exaggerated gestures drawing laughs from passersby.
Sydney and Gabriella strolled in, Sydney's dark hair swinging as she laughed at something Gabriella said. Sydney wore a fitted white top that hugged her curves, the fabric stretching taut over her ample chest, paired with jeans that accentuated her hips. Gabriella, in a red sundress that flattered her athletic build, spotted Alex and waved. "Hey, track star," Gabriella teased, sliding into the seat across from him, her dress riding up slightly to reveal toned thighs. Sydney plopped down next to her, her smile bright but her expression shifting as she rummaged through her bag.
"Shit, I forgot my card," Sydney muttered, her cheeks flushing. "Left it in my dorm. Mike was supposed to meet us, but he's not answering." She pulled out her phone, dialing Mike again, the ringtone echoing before going to voicemail. "Come on, pick up," she grumbled, her voice edged with frustration. Gabriella rolled her eyes, "Typical Mike. Probably buried in his engineering lab with those batch girls he always chats with." Sydney's face darkened, her fingers tightening on the phone. "He's been ignoring me all week. It's like I'm invisible."
Alex leaned forward, his voice calm but laced with concern. "Don't worry, I've got it. What do you want?" Sydney looked up, her green eyes softening. "You sure? I can run back." Alex shook his head, standing. "Nah, it's on me. Burger and fries for you, Syd? And Gab, your usual salad?" Gabriella winked, her blue eyes twinkling. "You're a lifesaver, Alex. Make it a chicken wrap for me." As Alex headed to the line, he overheard a comedy scene unfolding at the next table—Jason trying to impress a group of girls with a bad pickup line about his "slam dunk skills," only for Fred to trip over his own feet while demonstrating, sending trays clattering and laughter erupting. "Smooth, Fred," Jason groaned, helping him up, the girls giggling as Fred rubbed his knee, "That's my signature move."
In the line, Alex chatted with a freshman who recognized him from the track meet, the kid gushing about his speed. "You're like a rocket, man!" Alex chuckled, "Just practice." The cafeteria was alive with daily interactions—students haggling over shared fries, a couple stealing kisses in the corner, and a professor scolding a group for too much noise. The hot tension lingered in the air, with glances exchanged between friends, a subtle flirtation here, a lingering touch there, the college vibe charged with youthful energy.
Back at the table, Alex set down the food, Sydney's burger steaming, Gabriella's wrap fresh. "Thanks, Alex," Sydney said, her voice grateful, her hand brushing his as she took the tray, a spark passing between them. Gabriella smiled knowingly, winking at Alex over Sydney's shoulder, her expression saying, Go for it. Mike still hadn't called back, and Sydney's phone buzzed with a text from him: "Busy, talk later." She sighed, anger flashing in her eyes. "He always does this."
Alex took the chance, sitting closer to Sydney. "Forget him. Here, try this," he said, picking up a fry from his plate, dipping it in sauce, and holding it to her lips. Sydney hesitated, her cheeks pink, but accepted it as a friendly gesture, her lips brushing his fingers, a soft moan escaping, "Mmm... that's good." Gabriella grinned, "Look at you two, sharing like lovebirds." Sydney laughed, swatting Gabriella's arm, "It's just a fry!" But the tension lingered, Sydney's eyes meeting Alex's a second longer, her smile shy but warm.
The afternoon class loomed, but the cafeteria filler moments—Gabriella recounting a funny story about a professor's bad tie, Sydney mimicking Mike's excuses, and Alex adding comedy with a Jason impression—kept the mood light. The hot tension was palpable, with Sydney's leg brushing Alex's under the table, Gabriella's winks encouraging him, the air charged with unspoken desire. As they headed to class, Alex felt the gamble paying off, his closeness to Sydney deepening, her laughter genuine, her gaze lingering, the start of something electric.
The afternoon class in literature was a shift from the cafeteria's casual vibe, the lecture hall filled with the rustle of notebooks and the occasional yawn. Students interacted in typical college fashion—a group in the back whispering about weekend plans, a couple passing notes with giggles, and Jason trying to crack a joke about the professor's lecture style, only to get shushed by Fred. "Dude, she'll hear you," Fred whispered, earning a laugh from nearby seats. The hot tension lingered in the air, with glances exchanged between friends, a subtle flirtation here, a lingering touch there—Gabriella nudging Sydney with a knowing smile, whispering, "Alex was totally feeding you. Cute."
Professor Isabel entered, her presence commanding attention. Her hot dress highlighted her curves, the black fabric clinging to her huge breasts, the neckline low enough to tease a glimpse of cleavage, her spectacles making her face erotic, adding a scholarly allure to her sensual figure. Her hips swayed as she walked to the podium, her ass round and firm, drawing a few hushed comments from the back row. "Damn, she's hot," Jason muttered, Fred elbowing him, "Focus, man."
Isabel started the class, her voice smooth and engaging, discussing symbolism in modern novels. The filler interactions included a comedy scene where a student dropped their pen, rolling under Isabel's desk, leading to an awkward retrieval, Isabel laughing, "Careful, or it'll symbolize lost opportunities." The class chuckled, breaking the tension. She asked questions on the reading, the room falling silent—no one answering except Alex, who analyzed a metaphor with insight. Isabel's eyes lit up, "Excellent, Alex. Impressed."
As the bell rang, students dispersed, chatting about assignments, Jason complaining, "That was brutal," Fred retorting, "You didn't read, did you?"
The day ended with Alex heading home tired, the college interactions fading—students rushing to buses, a comedy moment when a freshman tripped over a backpack, earning laughs. At home, he found Kathryn in the living room, bending over the floor table to clean it, her huge white cleavage on display through her low-cut top, the fabric straining against her breasts, her ass lifted slightly in her jeans. Alex gulped, his eyes widening, the sight stirring his arousal, his cock twitching. Kathryn noticed his gaze, blushing, her cheeks pink, but pretended not to see, standing up with a smile. "How was your day, Alex?"
"Good, tiring," he replied, his voice steady despite the tension. "Class rep now." Kathryn beamed, "That's great! Freshen up, food's ready." Alex headed to the bathroom, stripping under the hot shower, his hand wrapping around his cock, masturbating to the image of Kathryn's cleavage, imagining a titjob—her breasts enveloping him, milk or sweat slicking the way, her moans soft. He stroked faster, the fantasy building, his moans low, "Ohhh... Kathryn..." until he came in hot spurts, a fountain of cum splashing the tiles, his body shaking with release. The day ended quietly, the hot tension lingering in the air, a promise of more to come.