Chapter Two: Belonging
The following night was normal but also empty. Patricia went to bed horny and dreaming of Gregory. In her heart, she was still married to Josh, but her body had experienced more and knew better. It wanted what it now needed, and deep in her gut, she knew that her marriage would never be the same again. She woke fantasizing about Josh eating Gregory's thick seed from her gushing pussy, and though it made her smile, it also made her angry.
She took care of Lydia while Josh prepared for work. She was nursing when Josh came to get his morning kiss, and she refused him, indicating that Lydia's hunger came first. In reality, she had no physical interest in Josh anymore. She was Gregory's woman. The dream had been proof enough of that for her.
After putting Lydia down for a nap, Patricia went for a shower. Out of the shower, she tied her thick, dark hair up in a towel and stared at herself in the mirror. For a woman of her age, and especially for a woman who just gave birth, she had a powerful figure. Her hips were wide, womanly, flowered to give life. Her thighs and breasts were thick and heavy. Despite a slight pooch of her belly, she was sex incarnate.
Pulling on a robe, Patricia went to make coffee and drop some toast for a quick snack. She sliced an avocado and spread it across the toast, and when it was ready, she took it to the computer and sat down to look up Gregory online. She pulled up his name expecting to find something but found almost nothing. Thinking about his last name, she pulled up Rasputin but similarly found nothing related to him. She did find a Grigori Rasputin, but it turned out to be a joke account that led her to a real life historical figure who was fascinating to her.
Reading about Grigori Rasputin, Patricia grew horny. He was a mad man, a monk who supposedly used sex in his rituals. With intensity and a huge, throbbing dick, he toppled an entire empire and put a royal dynasty to rest. She had heard the name before in the stories of Anastasia, the missing Russian princess, but she did not know this history or about his magical dick. She found the similarities to Gregory Rasputin, a boy obviously named for him, to be quite amusing.
Sitting in front of her computer, toast half-eaten, she tapped her finger and shook her foot, wondering who this mysterious young man was. He was at the school before Josh got the job, she knew that much, and rumors were that he had been there for some time. He had a reputation, too, one which she understood after last night. Girls seemed to flock to him, and the boys were intimidated by him. Josh, she realized, would be downright terrified of him, and that amused her to no end.
She was just returning to her toast when there was a knock at her door. Pulling her robe tight to hide her cleavage, she went to check the peephole expecting to find Josh back and having forgotten his keys. Instead, she found Gregory, standing tall and looking handsome with dark curls and boyish rosy cheeks.
Opening the door, she is greeted by Gregory's big, muscular chest. Originally expecting her husband, she compared them again. Gregory is much taller than Josh and built of heavy muscle. He is a mountain of muscle, in fact, topped by a charming smile that left her blushing in his presence. She was still in her robe, her hair wet, but somehow still her hair held less moisture than her panties did looking at Gregory. She could hardly speak as she showed him in. "G-Gregory?"
Gregory smiled in return and moved around her, his big body brushing against her as he entered. Patricia was stunning, her robe hugging her wet body and with a few adjustments showing a hint of cleavage. He gazed openly but did not stare. "Have time to talk," he asked coolly once inside of her home.
Patricia nodded vigorously, her bosom shaking, and led him to the couch. She wanted to strip naked and offer him her body but knew better. Gregory settled on the couch with his arms apart and his big body set on the center cushion. Patricia sat across from him on a loveseat, her hands folded neatly on her lap holding her robe down to keep him from seeing. Already, her arousal had her shaking.
She stammered, "W-What did you want to talk about, Gregory?"
Gregory parted his legs, and his big, heavy manhood showed through his jeans. His shirt was tight, showing off his powerful pectorals, defined even when at rest. He stared her in the eyes, and he smoldered. "I wanted to talk to you about what happened yesterday," he said, and he grinned afterward. "You know, when I fucked you."
Patricia shivered when he said the word, and she could feel the arousal gathering on her folds.
"I thought it would be good to clear the air since you and Josh live in the dorms. Didn't want it to be awkward when I saw you around the building, but since I got here..." He stared at her half-exposed cleavage, and she followed his gaze. Seeing her bosom partially exposed, she thought to hide it but didn't want to. She swallowed and stared him in the eyes again.
"Since you got here...?"
"Patricia, I'm not going to lie to you. That was the best sex I've ever had. Your pussy is unreal, and sitting here staring at your tits right now...Well, fuck." He adjusted himself through his pants. "I mean, just look at you."
It was inappropriate, but Patricia smiled. She felt her cheeks warming as she swept her hair back and adjusted her robe. Her adjustments did nothing to hide her cleavage, however, and she could tell by how Gregory was staring that he enjoyed it. As she moved, her robe rode up slightly, showing off her thick, shapely thighs. "Well, thank you for your honesty, and for your compliment. That's very BIG of you, but that shouldn't come as a surprise." She licked her lips and purred, "You are a very BIG man."
Grinning and holding himself by the dick, Gregory said, "You think I'm big, Pat?"
Tracing the hem of her robe, Patty chewed her bottom lip and exposed more of herself to Gregory. "I know you are," she purred. "I can tell by how you act, how you carry yourself. You're a big man, Gregory. You're all man. The biggest I've ever seen."
"Bigger than your husband?"
She whined suddenly and stared at his crotch, at his plump dick in his big hand. "Much, much bigger," she said, and as he opened his pants and pulled his dick out, she gasped. "You make him look like a child," she whispered.
