After that night at the frat party, Breanne and I had begun seeing each other on a semi-regular basis. Not out of any sort of romantic attachment, I was quite certain; at least, she'd never expressed such sentiment to me. Breanne had to contend with the stresses of senior year and a nigh insatiable need for sex, and I was a convenient outlet to relieve both.
For my part, well, who am I to turn down sex from such a gorgeously chubby woman such as her? The one thing that worried me a little was Breanne's penchant for fucking in public. Intellectually, I knew that we were certain to be caught sooner or later if we kept this up, but I found it impossible to say no to her propositions.
We were walking along the quad one afternoon when Breanne got a look in her eye that I'd quickly become familiar with, an expression of mischief mingled with lust. Before I could say anything, though, she abruptly stepped sideways, bumping into me with one pillowy hip and sending me stumbling to the side.
"Hey!" I started to complain.
Breanne stopped, a look of mock concern on her face, but belied by her mischievous smirk. "Oh, no, would you look at that. You stepped on the plaque!"
I looked down. I remembered hearing about this plaque during the tour, something about an old college tradition that anyone stepping on this plaque in the sidewalk - a commemoration of some visit by the President of the United States way back in the day - was cursed never to graduate. "Oh, no, what ever shall I do?" I laughed.
"You know what they say, step on this and no diploma for you! So sad, really. Good news is, though, that I happen to know how to remove your curse." Breanne gave me a conspiratorial wink, and stepped in front of me, her chest brushing mine. "They say that the only way is to have sex on the plaque..."
I glanced down. "You're standing on it, too."
"Well, then, that settles it! We gotta do it, for both our sakes. Meet me here at... hmmm, how about 2 AM."
"Wait, what?"
"OK, I gotta get to class. Seeya then!" Breanne gave me a lewd wink before turning and walking away, her wide hips swaying rhythmically. I sighed and rubbed my eyes. Of course, I knew I shouldn't do it... but I also knew damn well that I was hooked, and that I was going to be back here tonight.
That night, I stood by the corner of the chemistry building waiting for her to show up, hoping I didn't look suspicious too anyone who might see me standing there. Breanne had texted me to recommend that I wear loose-fitting clothing, so I'd put on some track pants and a loose t-shirt. It was a weeknight, so the quad didn't have the weekend traffic of drunken students returning from parties, but there were still the occasional passers-by heading back to the dorms after late study sessions at the library. I cringed a little inside every time someone walked by, imagining their reaction if they stumbled across Breanne and me going at it in the middle of the sidewalk. Shortly before two in the morning I saw her coming my way, dressed in a flowy blouse and short skirt. As she walked closer, the way her full breasts jiggled and swayed with each step made it obvious she'd skipped wearing a bra, and I felt my cock stiffening despite my anxieties about what we were about to do.
"Hey there, handsome," Breanne purred as she walked up to me. Her eyes flicked down to my crotch and a lascivious grin spread across her round face. "Getting excited thinking about breaking that curse, huh?"
"I'd have to be dead not to get turned on seeing you walking around like that," I replied, my gaze drifting down to her chest.
"I figured a bra would just get in the way," Breanne admitted with a shrug that set her large breasts swaying again. "And sometimes it's fun to show off a bit. It gets me wet sometimes, watching guys ogle me. Speaking of which..." She stepped closer to me, taking my hand and guiding it to her broad hip. "Guess what else I'm not wearing?" I stroked her hip, my hand circling around to cup her big, round ass. The fabric of her skirt was thin enough for me to feel the lack of anything else beneath it, and my breath caught in my throat for a moment. Breanne laughed delightedly. "Come on, follow me." Without waiting for an answer she turned and headed for the plaque. Despite my growing arousal, I hesitated for a moment, weighing the risk versus the reward of what Breanne was planning.
My eyes fell on her big, round ass, jiggling and swaying with every step. Almost as if she could sense my reluctance, Breanne reached behind herself and - still not turning to face me - ran one pale hand down the small of her back, slowly following the wide curve of flesh swaying beneath her skirt, then finding the hem and tugging it upwards. Her chubby thighs were luminously pale in the light shining down onto the sidewalk, above which her fat, half-bared ass was a broad semi-circle of pale, plump flesh practically begging to be touched... stroked... caressed. My mind flashed back to the memory of that night behind the frat house, recalling the feel of my hands roughly squeezing that huge ass as I fucked her up against the outside wall.
I gave in, as she certainly knew I would, following behind her as if pulled by a string. The walk to the plaque, short though it was, seemed in my mind to take a near eternity, consumed by the warring pull between lust and caution. Upon reaching the spot, Breanne turned, her expression a wicked mix of confidence and hunger, and beckoned me closer. "Come here, you. You have to be on the plaque, that's the rule."
I stepped forward nervously. Seeing my hesitation, Breanne grinned. "Looks like you need a little more... persuasion." She sank to her knees, plump arms reaching out to grab my hips, and pulled me to stand directly in front of her. Despite my worry about being seen, my cock was
rock hard, pushing against the loose confines of my pants, just inches from her face, and without a moment's delay I felt them yanked down to mid-thigh. I had just a second to glance around, praying nobody was coming, then I felt her hand grasp me, guiding me into her warm, wet mouth.
