4:00am Water Break: A Vignette

It was late -- 4:13am if the glowing numbers on the microwave were correct. August hadn't reset the clock since 'fall back' had happened, but maybe his roommate had. He knew he should do something like that, but the young man so rarely did what was expected.

Such as tonight, when he'd invited -- practically demanded -- a woman multiple decades older than him, to sneak into his dorm room for what would be a weekend of fucking, sucking, dominating, and cuddling. He should be off at some ski lodge with co-ed snow bunnies making out awkwardly on a couch during spin the bottle, but the fact that it was Phaedra passed out in his bed made his chest swell with pride and his cock swell with excitement.

Admittedly, it didn't swell much, as even August's youthful vigor had its limits. The two had spent the last -- gods, how many hours had it been? -- doing their best to break August's bed and desk, leaving both of them panting, sweaty, and sexually satiated. Well, at least until morning came.

August opened up his little fridge and grabbed a water, the light illuminating the darkness of the room. Sighing gently as he took a gulp of the cold water, August ran a hand through his sweaty hair and looked out the window of his dorm. The campus was dead, of course, with only a few stars and one street lamp along the sidewalk to cast dim shadows in his room. Even with such low light, his torso glistened with the mixture of sweat and cum -- he'd forever thank any deity of choice for Phaedra being a squirter -- the shorts he tossed on to sneak out to the common area bathroom hanging loosely on his waist.

How would Phaedra get to the bathroom if she needed it? Her clothes were basically ruined, he'd made sure of that, but perhaps the oversized hoodie and sweats he had stashed away for her would conceal her identity from prying eyes. It's not like if anyone saw her they'd ever dream it was the 'Bitch Prof' sneaking about.

August rolled the cold bottle across the skin of his forehead, enjoying the feel as he smirked. But it was the Bitch Prof' having to sneak about after getting the fucking of her life from a student at her own university, a guy much her junior. Not only that, but the chemistry between the two was electric while the moments of quiet between them were almost wholesome -- the two could moan and writhe together but also discuss books and films.

Though, admittedly, August might choose to remember Phaedra squatting over him while he masturbated and she squirt in his face versus when they discussed their favorite directors, but that was the beauty of life.

That same beauty began to stir in his room, a smile immediately going to his face as he heard the gentle groan of his bed as Phaedra was roused. He grabbed another bottle of water from the fridge and walked into the room.

Immediately his eyes were presented with a lovely sight: Phaedra laying face down on his dorm provided, full-sized bed -- barely enough for the two of them to fit even uncomfortably -- the little bit of light from the open doorway illuminating that plump ass of the older woman rising off the mattress like a mountain August would wish to climb forever.

Phaedra's body could be described in a lot of ways; bbw, thicc, chubby, and even 'fat' by those looking to hurt or offend. August didn't care much for the labels, namely the 'chubby chaser' one he'd gotten since some guys in high school had seen the models he followed on Instagram. The way Phaedra's hips and thighs swelled to meet her wait, how her belly was just enough for him to grab and knead during sex, and how her breasts -- good gods her breasts -- were so large and full that one was as large as his head, well, all of it was like a flame for August to be a moth. Guy's his age could judge all they want...more for him!

Even as Phaedra lay there, red hair matted to her face with sweat, large ass with a red handprint on it and shining with cum that dripped between her cheeks, arm hanging over the side of the bed, she was as beautiful as some Rubenesque painting.

Smiling, August placed the unopened bottle of water on his desk within arms-reach of his taboo lover and carefully climbed over Phaedra and settled in between her and the wall. Gently he pulled her head onto his chest, her makeup still a bit runny from their hours of fun.

Laying his head back, looking at the old and flaky dorm ceiling, August couldn't help but feel like he'd been blessed by the gods.