The college campus thrummed with Saturday morning energy, the air warm and fragrant with blooming jasmine from the quad's flowerbeds, mingling with the rich scent of fresh coffee from the café cart parked near the library. Alex strolled through the gates, his backpack slung over one shoulder, sipping a chilled smoothie that cooled his throat but did little to quell the heat in his veins, his mind replaying the past five days of steamy moments. Sydney had grown closer, her smiles lingering, her touches—brushing his arm during lunch, grazing his thigh in class—igniting sparks that made his cock twitch. Mike's absence, skipping lunches and ignoring Syd's texts, fueled her frustration, her green eyes flashing with hurt, giving Alex openings to be her comfort. The quad buzzed with slice-of-life moments: freshmen juggling overstuffed backpacks, a sophomore strumming a guitar for a giggling crowd, and a comedy scene where Jason attempted a skateboard trick, wobbling precariously before Fred yanked him back, shouting, "You're not Tony Hawk, dude!" The laughter echoed, drawing smiles, but the hot tension simmered—couples stealing kisses by the fountain, a girl adjusting her skirt to catch a guy's eye, her blush deepening when he winked, the air charged with youthful lust.
Morning classes were a blur of routine—psych with Professor Isabel, her burgundy dress hugging her huge breasts, the neckline teasing cleavage that drew covert glances, her spectacles adding an erotic edge as she lectured passionately. Math dragged, the professor's monotone voice lulling half the class to doodle or whisper weekend plans. At lunch, Alex joined Sydney and Gabriella in the cafeteria, the space alive with clattering trays and chatter. Syd leaned close, her tight sweater clinging to her massive breasts, nipples faintly visible, her voice teasing, "You're too good to me, Alex, buying lunch again." Her leg brushed his under the table, the contact electric, her green eyes sparkling with warmth. Gabriella smirked, her red sundress shifting to reveal toned thighs, "He's got big plans for you, Syd." The steam thickened, Syd's fingers grazing his hand as she took a fry, her lips parting with a soft, "Mmm..." that made Alex's cock stir. A comedy moment broke the mood—Fred spilling ketchup across his shirt, cursing, "Why me?!" as Jason tossed napkins, "Because you're a walking disaster!" The filler chatter—Gab recounting a professor's coffee spill, Syd mimicking Mike's lame excuses—kept things light, but the tension lingered, Alex's eyes flicking to Syd's curves, his pulse racing.
After lunch, Alex ditched Syd in class, his voice playful, "Got a surprise for you later, stay excited." Syd grinned, her eyes bright, "It better be epic, Alex!" In the corridor, Gabriella pulled him aside, her sundress clinging to her perky breasts, her breath hot on his ear. "Going after Ruby alone?" she asked, her blue eyes gleaming. Alex nodded, "Need to do this solo." Gab leaned in, kissing him hard, her lips crashing against his, soft and glossy, her tongue slipping into his mouth, swirling slowly, tasting of mint and desire, saliva mixing as she pressed her body closer, her breasts against his chest, nipples hard through the fabric. She moaned softly, "Mmm... Alex... good luck, stud..." her hand grazing his bulge, making him moan, "Ohhh... Gab..." The kiss ended with a wet pop, her lips lingering, her wink sultry, "Don't screw it up," before she sauntered off, her ass swaying, leaving Alex's cock half-hard, the steam thick in the empty corridor.
Alex sneaked into the empty staffroom for injured teachers, the dim space dusty with old books and faded posters, the table still scuffed from Ruby and David's tryst. He hid behind the balcony door, heart pounding, cock twitching in anticipation, peering through the keyhole. Ruby entered, her hot dress—a tight blue number—clinging to her chubby body, her huge breasts straining the fabric, the neckline plunging to reveal deep cleavage, her fuckable ass round and inviting, her makeup bold with crimson lipstick and smoky eyeliner, her excitement palpable as she checked her phone, expecting David. Fifteen minutes passed, and he didn't show, her sigh heavy as she started playing a game, her breasts jiggling with each tap, the dress riding up to tease thick, creamy thighs, her perfume filling the air, making Alex's cock throb harder.
He took the gamble, stepping out from the balcony, acting casual, as if he always used this route. Ruby jumped, her phone clattering, "Oh! Alex, what are you doing here?" Her voice was surprised but curious, her hazel eyes scanning his athletic frame, sunlight streaming through the window to highlight his chiseled jaw, his fitted shirt clinging to toned abs, his dark hair tousled just right. "I come here to chill alone," Alex said, feigning surprise, "Play games, watch the school from the balcony. No one to hang with." Ruby's expression softened, her lips curving, "That's... kind of sweet. I get wanting a quiet spot." She joined him on the balcony, the campus sprawling below—students laughing, a couple flirting by the quad, the steam of youth palpable. Her arm brushed his, her breast grazing his elbow, the contact electric, her perfume intoxicating, his cock twitching again.
Ruby tilted her head, her voice soft, "You're so open with me, Alex, but you're quiet in class. Why's that?" Alex leaned closer, his eyes locking on hers, "I feel something with you, Ruby. Like we get each other. I can be myself." Her cheeks flushed, her lips parting, a soft moan escaping, "Mmm... that's sweet, but... I'm married, and old." Her voice wavered, her eyes flicking to his lips, her breasts heaving under the dress. Alex smiled, his voice low, "Age is just a number, Ruby. I like women who know what they want." He stepped closer, his breath warm on her cheek, "You're... captivating." Ruby chuckled, her blush deepening, her hand brushing his arm, "You're trouble, Alex." The steam was thick, their bodies inches apart, her nipples hardening through the dress, his cock straining in his jeans.
The bell rang, shattering the moment. Ruby sighed, "Duty calls. Need a ride home? My scooty's outside." Alex grinned, "Hell yeah." Outside, classmates' jealous gazes followed as he climbed behind her, her dress riding up, exposing thick thighs that glistened in the sunlight. As she started the scooty, Ruby smirked, applying the brake suddenly. Alex jolted forward, his hands cupping her huge breasts, the soft, heavy flesh filling his palms, her nipples hard and prominent, pressing through the fabric. Ruby moaned, "Ohhh... Alex..." her voice breathy, her body trembling, her pussy tingling under the dress. Alex slid his hands down slowly, rubbing her breasts, his fingers grazing her nipples, acting nervous, "S-sorry, didn't mean to!" Ruby laughed, her voice sultry, "How was the brake, handsome?" Alex grinned, "Perfect, just like you." She teased, "Hold tight, or you'll fly, lover boy."
He wrapped his arms around her waist, squeezing, pressing his hard cock against her ass, the heat of his bulge searing through her dress, her moan soft, "Mmm... Alex..." Ruby felt his hardness, her pussy clenching, thinking Alex—a young, virile stud—could outshine David, her old, married lover. She decided to claim him, her smile sly, her heart racing with forbidden desire. They stopped at a petrol bunk store, Ruby saying, "Grab us some drinks, sweetie."