Breanne

A few days after our late-night encounter on the sidewalk, Breanne and I went to another frat party. The same frat, in fact, where we'd fucked up against the wall out back a few weeks ago, and I couldn't help remembering every moment as Breanne and I chatted over our red plastic cups full of cheap beer. Finishing hers with one long gulp, Breanne stepped closer to me, her breasts and stomach brushing against me in a way that had my pulse - and cock - throbbing with anticipation. She said something to me in a soft voice, but the music and noise of the party made it hard to make out the words.

"What?" I asked, cupping my ear with one hand in an attempt to hear her better.

With a look of mild annoyance flashing across her face, Breanne grabbed my shoulder, pulling me down towards her eye level so she could more easily make herself heard. "Somebody's watching us."

"What? Who?"

Breanne leaned in close, her lips brushing my ear, and whispered, "Over there. The blond girl in the blue sweatshirt." She gave a slight sideways nod, indicating which way to look.

I glanced over, quickly spotting the girl Breanne was referring to. Standing against the wall with a beer in her hand, looking shy and ill at ease in the bustle and clamor of the party. She didn't seem to be watching us at the moment, but I took a moment to check her out. She was somewhere between what most people might describe as "chubby" and "fat"; not nearly as heavy as Breanna despite being a few inches taller, but not skinny by any estimation. Her medium length, brownish-blond hair was pulled back in a simple ponytail. The pale blue, baggy sweatshirt she wore concealed much of her figure, but from the tightness of her jeans and the roundness of her face I suspected she'd probably picked up the infamous "freshman 15" and then some since getting to college. She wasn't alone; a small group of other girls stood nearby, but she didn't seem to be taking part in their conversation. Probably her roommates, rather than friends, I surmised.

"She looks kind of familiar," I replied. "She's a freshman, I think we were in one of the same classes. Econ 101 last semester, maybe. I don't think she spoke up much, not that I can remember anyway. Her name's uhh... Melissa? Megan? Something beginning with an M, I'm pretty sure." I glanced quickly back over at her and sure enough, she was looking straight at us, quickly turning away when she saw me looking back. I took another sip of my beer, turning back towards Breanne.

"The wallflower type, huh? Keeps quiet and just watches what's going on, too shy or awkward to take part. I get that. I was like that, too, at one point."

I gave Breanne an incredulous look. "You, shy? Trying to blend in? Seriously?"

"It's true, believe it or not. She probably got fed the same bullshit growing up that I did, about how we're all supposed to look like fucking Barbie... skinny, glamorous, demure, blah blah blah. I bought into it for a long time, and I hated myself for not fitting that mold. I definitely remember standing against the wall like that at dances and parties, trying to hide myself and my so-called imperfections."

"What changed that?"

Breanne grinned, spreading her arms to show off her plump, curvaceous body. "It took me a long time to realize that being fat doesn't mean you can't be sexy as fuck. Once that finally set in, once I got more comfortable with myself, learned that confidence and attitude are more important than looking like someone in a stupid magazine, I started flaunting what I've got and felt more confident than I ever had before."

"Amen to that," I agreed, admiring the curves of her breasts leading to her stomach, down her wide hips to her enormous thighs.

"I think I recognize her, too, now that I think about it."

"Really? From where?"

"I didn't get the best look, but I'm about ninety percent sure she was watching us the other night," Breanne answered casually.

I nearly spat out my beer in surprise. "Wait, what?? You mean... the plaque... we were... were being watched?!?" A mixture of emotions washed over me - embarrassment, fear, and a bit of anger, and it took some effort on my part to keep my voice low. "Why didn't you say anything?"

"It was right near the end that I spotted her," Breanne explained calmly, unfazed by my outburst. "Just before you came, I saw someone looking down from the second floor. I don't think you would've stopped at that point no matter what I said." She winked lewdly, and despite myself I could've help feeling a surge of lust at the memory. "Besides, she'd already seen everything there was to see.... well, except my 'O face', that is, and she got to see that pretty quickly, too."

"You really do enjoy showing off for people, don't you?"

Breanne pressed herself up against me, looking up into my eyes and purring, "Damn right I do... and I think you do, too. Doesn't it get you turned on, knowing that she was up there watching you fuck me... pounding my wet pussy right there for her to watch... enjoying what she saw, touching herself and wanting some of that, too?"

Breanne's words, not to mention the feel of her soft curves rubbing against me, stoked the lustful urges I'd been having all night. "You think she was? Getting herself off while watching us, I mean?" We both glanced over at Melissa, or whatever her name was, and again she quickly looked away. Even in the dim lighting of the party, I could make out her cheeks blushing red.

"Well, if she was going to go around telling stories about seeing two people fucking on the sidewalk, I think one of us would have heard it by now, don't you think? People love to gossip around here.

And she can't seem to keep her eyes off of us..."

"Maybe she can't keep her eyes off of you," I interrupted with a wink, sliding a hand down her back to stroke the broad curve of her ass. "Maybe she's looking at that body of yours and wishing it was her hands on you."

Breanne laughed softly, grinding up against me to feel my hard cock straining against my jeans. "Maybe, who knows? But there's one way to find out if she enjoyed our little show." Her eyes got what I'd come to think of as "the look", and I knew that whatever she was planning, it was likely to end with us fucking in some public place.

"You're not just going to ask her, are you?" I inquired. "Just going to walk up and say, 'hi, thought I saw you watching me fuck the other night, did you like it?'"

Breanne laughed. "The direct approach worked with you, but she seems a bit... skittish. No, I have a better idea." She stepped back, leaving me with a small pang of regret as my hand slipped off her butt. "Go grab a beer or something, I'll be back in a minute. Wait for me..." she glanced around, her gaze settling on a stop sign hanging from the wall. "...over there. Play it cool, pretend we have no idea she was watching us."

"Might have been watching us," I corrected.

Breanne rolled her eyes. "I'm telling you, it's her. See you in a few." She turned and made her way through the knots of people, soon vanishing from view. I watched her go, my eyes drawn as always to her plump ass and broad hips swaying with every step, and sighed softly.

"What am I getting myself into now?" I asked myself. I wasn't sure how I felt about the idea of having sex with someone else watching. It was one thing to risk being caught, but this... knowing for certain that we'd been observed, exposed in the midst of a brazen fuck right in the middle of the sidewalk, made the risk suddenly seem very much real instead of a mere possibility. I felt more than a little self-conscious at the thought. On the other hand, though... I snuck another glance at our (possible) voyeur. She was looking down at the floor, and unbidden, my imagination pictured her in her dorm room, kneeling on her bed and peering down through the window, hand creeping between her thighs as she gazed down on me pinning Breanne to the pavement, half naked as I thrust deep into her... I shook myself out of my reverie and went to grab another drink.

A few minutes later, beer in hand, I headed over to the indicated spot. My path took me not far from where the girl was standing, but I forced myself not to look at her as I passed by. Leaning against the wall beneath the sign, sipping my beer, I tried to look casual and unaware that she was still stealing glances in my direction. No more than a few minutes later I spotted Breanne making her way back through the crowd towards me.

"Finish your beer, we're getting out of here."

I shrugged, drained the cup, and followed Breanne towards the door. As we were passing by Melissa, or whoever she was, Breanne half turned towards me without breaking her stride.

"I don't want to wait until we get back to your room, I need you in me now," she said, loudly enough that her quarry must have heard her. "Let's go to the bleachers by the baseball field, nobody will be around." I couldn't tell if the girl had heard Breanne or had shown any reaction to her words, not without turning to look at her, at least.

We made our way out of the frat house.

Once we stepped out the door, I immediately asked Breanne, "So? You think she's the one? I mean, it was pretty dark, and you said you just caught a glimpse."

"Only one way to find out. We go to the bleachers and see if she shows up. If she does, we know she wants to watch us."

"And if she doesn't show?"

"Then you get to gloat and tell me you were right. Either way, though, I'm going to make it worth your while," she answered with a wicked grin.

The baseball fields were a good ten minutes' walk away from the row of frat houses on the edge of campus. I glanced back at one point, and spotted someone walking along the path, a couple hundred feet behind us. Too far to make out any details, but it looked like it might be who I was - to my surprise - hoping it was. The mental image of her fingering herself while spying on us was running through my brain again, and the more I thought about it, the more turned on I was getting by the idea.

"Don't look back," Breanne said, giving me a soft jab with her elbow. "If she knows that we know she's there, she might get nervous and change her mind." I turned my attention back ahead of me. The walkway split up ahead, the right-hand route continuing to the rest of the campus, while the left bent off towards a small cluster of trees and beyond that, the baseball field.

As we approached the bleachers, I slowed my pace to look around. The field lights were off, but between the glow from the lights lining the walkway and the moon shining down from above, I could see the field and the bleachers, albeit dimly.

"Where do you think she'll go to watch us?" I asked.

Breanne grinned at me. "You're starting to get into the idea, aren't you?" She stepped close to me, reaching down to trace her fingers across the bulge in my jeans. "Yeah, you're definitely liking the idea of putting on a little show for her. I knew you'd come around."

"Maybe," I replied hesitantly. "I'm more interested in how you're going to 'make this worth my while', I think. Should I ask?"

She chuckled softly. "Oh, don't worry, you'll find out soon enough." Her chubby hand unzipped my jeans, fingers slipping inside to stroke my hardening cock through my boxers. "You'll like it, though, that you can be sure of."

I sighed softly, my hips shifting forward to push myself against her stroking fingers. "Mmm... ok, I believe you. Where should we go?"

Breanne glanced around. "It's pretty dark under the bleachers. If we go sit on them a couple rows up, she'll be able to sneak under there and get a pretty good look at what I'm going to do to you." She tugged my cock gently, leading the way.

The metal bleachers clattered under our footsteps as we climbed. The noise seemed terribly loud to me in my still-nervous state, but Breanne paid it no mind. We stopped at the fourth row of bench seats, and she gently but firmly pushed me to sit down, sinking to her knees in front of me.

"Showtime," she whispered, so quietly I could barely hear. Her fingers deftly unbuttoned my jeans, tugging them and my underwear down, and my rigid cock sprang free. She smiled up at me, then leaned in, tongue slipping out between her lips. Slowly, teasingly, the tip of her tongue traced a line up the underside of my cock, starting at the base and ending with a little flick at the head. I held back a moan, concern still wrestling with arousal over the idea of having an audience. Breanne licked me again and again, now finishing each time by swirling her tongue around the head, and I found it increasingly difficult to keep quiet.

Still looking me in the eye, Breanne finished another ascent of my now throbbing cock, then her lips parted and she took me into her mouth, inch by inch, her tongue caressing my shaft. My control finally broke and I moaned, back arching, as she reached the base of my cock. She held her position for a moment, her warm wet mouth wrapped around me, before slowly lifing her head, withdrawing my cock.

"Told you I'd make it worth your while," she said. I had enough time to notice Breanne reaching down, unzipping her own jeans, before she took me into her mouth again, the sudden contrast of the cool night air on my saliva-wettened cock abruptly replaced by lucious softness and warmth making me gasp. Breanne's head rose and fell, lips and tongue enveloping every inch as she licked and sucked me. Her pace was slow, almost leisurely at first, but soon became faster, more intense, almost urgent in her efforts. I heard her moaning, the sound muffled my her full mouth, and I guessed she was masturbating while she blew me.

Soon enough I felt the tension building to its peak, my muscles clenching tightly to hold back the coming orgasm for as long as possible. "I'm... uhhh.... gonna... mmm... gonna cum!" I gasped. Suddenly, the chilly air was back again as Breanne stopped and stood quickly.

"Not yet you're not. Lay back!" she growled, and I saw her jeans and panties already pulled halfway down her thick thighs. She yanked them the rest of the way down and kicked one leg free before stepping forward, straddling me as I lay back on the cold metal bench. Breanne reached out to the seats on each side of her to steady herself as she lowered her body enough for the tip of my cock to just brush against her labia. I moaned again, arching my back, trying to penetrate her, so desperately needing release.

She leaned forward as best she could, her belly and breasts squeezed against my chest, bringing her mouth close to my ears. "Don't look... but she's down there," she said in a ragged whisper, the tension of her own delayed climax obvious in its almost feral intensity. Before I could gather my thoughts enough to reply, she slid down onto me, my aching cock sliding easily inside her. We both moaned, and I reached down to grasp her broad hips as she straightened up again, her pale soft thighs clamping around me. Breanne began rocking back and forth, the bleachers creaking softly with her movements.

"Cum for me... mmmff... give it to me," she urged, grinding herself against me with frantic intensity, belly and breasts jiggling with the force of her thrusting. I grunted and moaned in reply, my body trying to arch up from the bench but unable to move, pinned down by her weight as she rode my cock.

Despite her admonishment and the rapidly cresting tide of pleasure and tension filling my body, I glanced to the side, underneath the bleachers. A shadow in the gloom, illuminated only by a few stray glimmers of light that found their way under where Breanne was fucking me. I caught a glimpse of blue fabric, dark blond hair, the crouched figure seeming to quiver with barely contained need.

I didn't care anymore that we were being watched - in fact, the realization that that girl, so seemingly plain and innocent, was hiding a scant few feet away, pleasuring herself while she watched us in our uninhibited display, filled me with a titillation - an elation, even - that pushed me over the edge.

"Breanne... I... I'm... unnnnnhhhhh!" I couldn't finish the words, gripping her hips and pulling her roughly against me in time with her movements, driving my cock as deeply into her as I could. We both cried out, her gyrations devolving into a frenzied spasm in the last few moments, an inexorable wave of unbearable tension and aching, electric sensation as we both climaxed, my cock pumping a hot flood of cum deep inside Breanne's eager pussy.

For a long moment, the only sound was that of both of us gasping for air. Breanne slumped forward, breathing heavily, her pillowy breasts and fat belly squashing up against me. The weight made catching my own breath that much more difficult, but the sensation felt glorious nevertheless. We lay there like that, spent and shaking, my cock still buried deep inside her, for a minute before Breanne sat up, flushed and grinning.

"Told you... I'd make it worth... your while," she said unsteadily. We both gasped at the sensation as she stood, my softening cock pulling out of her, and quickly straightened our thoroughly disheveled clothes.

"Come on, let's get someplace warm." Breanne pulled at my hand as I stood, still weak-kneed, and led me down from the bleachers. As soon as we were out of sight from the field, though, she put her finger to her lips in a "shhh!" sign and led me off the walkway, behind one of the larger trees we'd passed on our way to the baseball field.

We waited there, half-crouched behind the trunk, for a few minutes more before we spotted our audience of one, coming along the same path we had just stepped off of. As she passed under one of the lights, her flushed face and contented smile told us that she, too, had found some satisfaction tonight.

"Michelle," I said, after the girl had disappeared from view. "I finally remembered. Her name's Michelle."

"Michelle, huh? Good to know," Breanne murmured thoughtfully. I gave her an inquiring look, but she just grinned at me. "Come on, I'm freezing. Your room or mine?"

***To be continued...***