Chapter 4
Waking up he felt groggy as he rubbed his eyes from the previous night of a hectic family dinner, he forgot just how big Felix's family was with a family of seven. While he and his mother were quietly eating, hers was barking back and forth about whatever came to mind, overlapping each other as both he and his mother were left with a spectacle of a huge family dynamic. In which Jack's mother was unsure if she wanted more kids or not based on how chaotic it was, shortly deciding that one was enough. However somewhere during the night, it took a turn between the appetizers and the main meal as they got on the topic of what they wanted to do in the future, Felix yammered about how she'd just get her GEDs and continue on to a bachelor's in something, unsure of what she wanted to study, if all. Jack, interjecting the growing silence said that he'd be majoring in Journalism at a university an hour and a half away, transferring his college credit.
Things moved on but he noticed that Felix was a lot quieter throughout the night. His eyes adjusting to the growing light in his room he looked at his phone to see a couple of messages that were deleted from Felix during the previous night. Standing up he noticed his weak legs and remembered when he went to the bathroom in the middle of dinner, the vision of her hand filling his mouth and slicking it with his saliva only to abruptly torture his prostate as she shoved her hand deep into his pants and wriggled her slick fingers into him. Face mushed against the mosaic wall he felt her other hand grip the back of his neck like a kitten, hunched over and facing the impossible task of staying on his feet he felt his innards warm and tingle from her abrupt entrance, immobile and stiff from having his zipper down at the urinal he felt the flaming anxiety of someone walking in on them. "Ah--huff, stop--stop. What if someone walks in on us?"
She remained quiet and continued to finger fuck him until he was full mast, his breath heavy, fogging up the ceramic with his twitching breath. With a hushed tone, he tried to control his breathing from feeling her bully his ball of pleasure, grazing it for a long second to quickly recede to the entrance to his hole, only to jam it straight on his love button and mash it like an intense round of Street Fighter, making him muffle a whiny moan with his clenched lips. His pants now slowly falling he widened his stance to ensure they didn't inch any further. All this prompted her to do was sneak a third finger within him to take him further to the edge. An orgasm was building up and he was about to blow, sweat coming down his brow and throat sore from keeping it at bay he started to whimper loudly.
Quickly she took the hand that gripped his neck and reached into his hanging jaw, holding it to only pull his head back to her mouth, grazing his ear she mouthed something so quiet that he couldn't hear from his pounding heartbeat droning out the sound, along with the slicking sounds of her fierce hand violating his slick ass. Knees starting to lose their strength she felt him nearing the end and gripped both his cock and prostate to rocket out cum that lathered the urinal ceramic with a new sheen of white. Ropes of cum sputtered out as he felt her vigorous hands rapidly massage his cock and pummel his innards as the world seemed to swim, throwing both hands against the wall to stabilize himself his ass flexed hard trying to get strength to his knees, anything to make his legs work, a minute later the daze of an abrupt orgasm left him thoughtless as he was alone in the bathroom with his pants on the floor. A wave of euphoria filled him as the tension in his body relaxed, his shoulders and neck feeling soft. Eyelids shuttered in place while his vision focused on the texture of the ceiling.
Startled by hearing the sound of piss hitting the urinal, he looked down, seeing himself using the urinal as intended, shuffling back into place as he aimed to wash off the cum that covered it. Afterward bending down to pull his pants up and shivering as he felt the dull ache of his explored asshole winking expecting her fingers to enter once again. Taking a deep breath as he washed his face and cleared his mind to join the table once again. Looking one last time at his reflection with mixed emotions before he left. Walking back to the table he managed to continue with the night as usual, aside from Felix behaving smaller than her usual self, stabbing at her food.
The sun hit its peak and as Jack finished his old assignments as he lamented about what to do now Felix seemed a little more distant than usual. By this time he would receive a text from her letting him know of her arrival for 'FUN' night. Their mothers played DnD while Jack was left to fend Felix off for two or three hours. How they never heard Jack's screams for so long was because Jack's mother soundproofed the basement room because Jack hated hearing how loud they got during sessions. He soon regretted that as now Felix could be as loud as she wanted with him without anyone suspecting a thing, knowing someone was leaving the basement and smothering Jack because of the loud squeaky door hinges Jack's mother swore she'd eventually fix, but never did.
Walking downstairs to make himself some breakfast he abruptly bumped into a woman. Thinking it was his mother he felt the paralyzing confusion that came with seeing his English professor in the kitchen, Ms. Ander.
"Hi Jack."
"..."
"Jack?"
"Oh, sorry hi, it was just weird seeing you... here. Did my mom call you?"
"Ava? Oh, sorry of course your mother is Ava she just looks so young!"
"Ha, ya... I know this is awkward saying this but why are you here?"
"Well, I am here to--Oh, hold on I got to put this down."
Adjusting her glasses with her shoulder, she bent over to place the large box of paper and notebooks on the kitchen counter. Jack noticed her wide butt strain against her polka dot pajamas, a distinct line of her underwear forming as she grunted from relieving herself from the heavy load, blushing at the sight. Taking her large breasts off the box, and puffing out her red college sweatshirt he was enamored by her size. She shook her head to crack her neck, along her J-cup chest wobbled forth. Turning around, Jack noticed how tall she was as well, standing at 6"0 she towered over him, something he was never aware of due to always sitting in her class.
"Oh yeah, I attended Baymore Academy back when I was in college just like you, fun school, a lot of academic minds over there." Jack snapped out of it when he realized he'd been staring at her chest, conveniently it had her college's name on it.
"Anyhoo, your mother called me over because she said she needed help wrapping up a DnD campaign of hers, something about figuring out an ending. We bumped into each other at the game store and got to chatting. Exchange numbers etc. So I'm here to help her out, two birds, one stone, she told me about you and I figured I'd get to have this interaction with you." Putting her hands on his shoulders she peered at him and spoke assuringly. "You are a talent, I honestly don't know why you don't apply yourself. Or rather just take my much more advanced class." Feeling the deep discomfort of being questioned he hesitated to give a real answer. Mentally the real reason surfaced in his mind and scraped anything in its path. Truth be told, he was burnt out.
Done with school, and its many repetitive tasks, the loneliness and pain that haunted him throughout his school life by ruthless bullies. He thought college would be different until Felix came along. Culminating to the point of a mind waiting for peace someplace in this world, only to find it in the books he'd read and the stories he wrote. Trying to glue together some semblance of happiness that came forth from the shredder. Questioning internally why he would ever add more to his already broken plate.
Eyes glazed and a growing silence later he uttered. "I'm just... tir--"
"I know what burn-out looks like Jack, I've been there before, I see it in those eyebags." She said, hugging him deeply, her chest cupping his head like closing walls as he smelt her honeycomb perfume. Her head on top of his as she hugged tighter, enjoying her embrace he hugged her back, and as the sweet moment marinated he tried to pull back. But he guessed she wanted a longer hug, as thirty seconds passed he double-tapped her back, then began to shuffle a bit when she finally let go. His eyes squinted and realized how dizzy he seemed to be as he fell back onto Ms. Ander trying to not fall, as the light came to focus he realized just how tight her hug was when he felt the blood start to flow back into his face.