“Okay, next one.”

Rose rubs Trevor’s shoulder, leaning close to him. Her big tits press against him.

She looks down at the book. They’re at her kitchen island on a Wednesday night. Gina is at Rose’s ex.

Trevor frowns. “It’s a—what’s the word they use?—an approximation which helps us model and predict the behavior of real gasses.”

Rose nods. “And now the tough part.”

“Uh-oh,” Trevor says.

“The Ideal Gas Law.”

“I know this one,” he says. “There are two parts. The first is that ideal gas particles don’t attract or repel each other. The second is how ideal gas molecules take up no volume.”

“Correct,” Rose says.

“You see, that’s what I don’t get. How can it have no volume? The molecules are matter, aren’t they?”

Rose explains it to him again, choosing different words to get the concept across. He’s starting to find out. Rose wants to be sure, though, and makes him work out formulas and problems for the next twenty minutes.

“I can’t study anymore,” Trevor says, holding his temples in his hands.

Rose massages his shoulders. “You’re doing great, babe. You’re going to destroy this exam.”

“Does this mean we’re done?” He looks up, hope in his dark eyes.

The poor boy’s worn out. He’s had a full day of classes, a half shift at Occhiobello, now Rose tutoring him in Chemistry.

“It means we can take a break,” Rose says. “I’m going to have a glass of wine. Would you like a beer?”

“Yes, please.” He closes his notebook. “This is the hardest course I’ve ever taken. I thought Bio was rough.”

“You’ll get through it.” Rose pours herself wine and retrieves a beer out of the fridge. “There’s only two ways to genuinely pass a hard course. Be a genius at it or work your ass off. Cheating isn’t an option for you. If you’re going to earn the privilege of being a nurse, people’s lives are in your hands.”

“So I need to work my ass off.” Trevor sits up. He’s wearing his black Occhiobello’s t-shirt along with jeans. Looking cute as hell to Rose.

“You’re plenty smart.” Rose puts her hand on his shoulder again and hands him his beer. She kisses his cheek. “Chemistry doesn’t come easy to most people.”

“I wish I’d tried harder in high school. I should’ve studied, should’ve paid attention.” He shakes his head. “Fifteen year old me wouldn’t believe I just said that.”

“We all eventually say things our fifteen year old selves wouldn’t believe.”

“I bet you were an excellent student.” He looks at her and smiles.

Valedictorian. “I did okay. But enough about me. How’s your life going, besides working your butt off?”

“Things are good.” He pauses. “There’s something else. It’s weird telling you.”

“Sweetie, I’d say we’re past formalities.” She takes a sip of wine. “You’ve had your dick inside me. We can talk frankly.”

“I went out Saturday night with a girl from one of my classes,” he says.

Rose’s face breaks out in a gigantic grin. “Tell me everything!”

“You don’t think it’s strange?” Trevor says. “You want to hear about this other girl?”

“Sweetie,” she says. “What’ve I told you? What we have is all about fun. Friendship and fun. And tutoring you in science. I don’t expect you to give up all romantic pursuits because we fucked.”

Trevor gives her a boyish smile. “I wish every guy my age had a lady like you in his life.”

“So do I, sweetie. Now tell me about her.”

“Her name is Susanne,” he says. “I had a class with her last semester. I saw her in the student center eating lunch last week and went up and asked if I could join her.”

Rose nods. “Good move. Casual, low-stakes.”

“We got to talking and she’s really cool,” he says.

“Go on,” Rose says. “Every detail, please.”

“I don’t know where to begin,” he says. “Let’s see. She’s my type. I think you know what I mean. A BBW.”

“Excellent,” Rose says.

“She’s got it all. Pretty face. Plenty of curves everywhere.”

“I like what I’m hearing.”

“It’s too strange talking to you like this,” Trevor says.

“Don’t you worry,” Rose says. “Go on.”

“She’s got pink hair and a nose ring.”

“I like her already,” Rose says.

“She’s got a Harley Quinn tattoo on one calf,” he says. “I don’t know if she has any others.”

“I like her even more. And I bet you’d like to find out if there’s other tattoos.”

Trevor laughs. “Yeah. She’s so cool, too. She’s smart, she’s funny.”

“The date went well, I take it?”

“I took her to dinner. Luigi’s.”

“Good choice,” Rose says.

He takes another sip of beer. “We had a great time. We have a lot in common.”

“How far did you get?”

Trevor smiles, looking down. “We made out in my car when I dropped her off.”

“When are you seeing her again?”

“Friday. After the exam.”

“I’m so happy for you,” Rose puts her hand on his forearm. “Now that you’ve met Susanne, does it mean you’re not interested in fooling around tonight?”

“No, I’m up for that,” Trevor says.

Rose can not suppress a smirk. Big shock.

“It’s only been one date,” he says. “I didn’t ask her to be my girlfriend or anything. But if we do start dating I don’t think she’ll want our thing to continue.”

“And that’ll be fine,” Rose says. “In the meantime, you’re unattached and mine for the evening.”

Rose slides closer to him. She runs her hands up his shoulder. He turns towards her and she peers into his deep brown eyes.

They kiss, softly at first. Trevor’s mouth opens and Rose’s tongue pushes forward into it. Tongues twirl, bodies pressing against one another.

Trevor withdraws.

“What’s wrong?” Rose asks.

“I’ve been on my feet all day. School, work. I haven’t showered since last night. I feel gross.”

“We can fix that.” Rose gives him another kiss. “Why don’t you take a shower? This way you’ll feel comfortable.”

“That’d be perfect,” he says.

Rose takes him by the hand. “I hope you don’t mind lavender-scented soap.”

“Not at all,” Trevor says. “That’s your scent.”

Rose shows him to the bathroom in the upstairs hall. She hands him a pair of bright pink towels.

“Get cleaned up.” She runs her fingers over his forearm. “I want you to feel at ease for me.”

“I will.”

He goes into the bathroom. Rose pauses by the door, considering her options. What to do? Wait a few minutes, then strip down and join him? He wouldn’t mind.

She pictures him getting soaped-up. Sliding in with him and letting the hot water stream over both of them. Pushing him against the wall and blowing him as the water cascades over his shoulders. Sucking his cock until he cums in her mouth.

But what if that’s what he’s expecting? Or hoping for, maybe glancing at the door. Better to make him wait. Tease him before catching him off-guard.

But how? Rose goes into her bedroom. She pulls apart the comforter. No need to wash it yet again.

Rose switches on the recessed lighting and eyes the remote. With a touch of a button the LED lights turn red, bathing the room in a crimson glow. She stares at it, a plan hatching in her brain.

Red, huh? Okay. Let’s make that the theme for the evening.

There’s no time to waste. Rose strips down fast and scans her closet. She selects a bright red three piece lace garter set. This one’s been sitting in her closet for the better part of a year, waiting to debut. Tonight’s the night.

She starts with the halter top, its keyhole cut-out design highlighting her tits. Next is the pair of high-waist crotchless panties. She slides on the thigh-high garters which clamp onto the panties.

Rose goes into her bathroom. She arranges her hair in a high ponytail using a red hair tie, leaving a few stray black locks to frame her face.

Red pumps, matching granny glasses, and crimson lipstick complete the picture. And her rose pendant, of course.

Rose inspects her reflection. She thrusts out a wide hip and puts her hand on it. Sticking her big tits out, too. Yeah, she’s got this.

Rose steps back into the bedroom. She sees her reflection in the windows facing the bay. She doesn’t look quite real, all shadows with a deep red hue.

The only thing missing is music. But what to play? She considers her options, scrolling down the list on her phone. So many songs which are sexy, but few perfect for fucking to.

There’s one. She selects “Barracuda” by Heart and sets it to play on loop. Downstairs the clever speaker begins playing, the driving rhythm the tempo she wants. Rose adjusts the volume so it can be heard but doesn’t overwhelm her other senses.

The shower turns off. No time to spare. Rose makes sure her bedroom door is ajar and steps back. Hand on the hip again, tits thrust out, sly smirk on her face.

“Rose?” Trevor calls.

“In here,” she says.

“Rose, I—” He pushes the door open wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. He freezes, his eyes snapping wide open. His gaze is glued to her.

There’s the reaction I was going for.

Rose reaches out towards him with her arm. She beckons him forward with her index finger. Summoning him, as a queen to one of her retainers. He responds, approaching her majesty.

Trevor starts to speak but Rose raises a finger to his lips. She shakes her head. “Don’t speak. Not until given permission.”

Rose undoes his towel and lets it fall to the ground. Much better. She glances down. He’s only half aroused. That’ll change. She brushes the side of his face with the back of her fingers. He closes his eyes, inhaling.

Rose runs her hands over his body, light caresses teasing him. Fingertips dancing along his skin. Across his shoulders and down his left arm. Crossing his chest, tracing figure eights. Over his right shoulder, down his right arm.

Back across his chest. He seems to like it. So does Rose. Up the side of his face go her caresses, pausing at the back of his neck. Making little circles before ranging over his perfect chest and tight abs.

He’s more aroused than at the beginning. Not yet all the way, but it’s okay. She catches his eye and licks her lips while meeting his gaze. Her hands wind their way down his stomach, almost to the edge of his trimmed patch of pubic hair.

Rose stops, her fingertips going back to his chest. She takes his face in both hands, cradling it, pulling him towards her with the gentlest of efforts.

They kiss, mostly tongue. He starts to put his arms around her, to gather her soft form against his hard physique. She stops him, gently moving his arms back to his side. She shakes her head. “Not yet.”

Rose holds back a smile. Poor Trevor must be out of his mind right now, wanting to grab her and feel her big, soft body against him. Soon enough.

Her pierced nipples brush against his chest. The bottom of her belly rubs against his nearly-erect dick. Trevor’s cock hardens in response.

“Rose,” he moans.

“Shush, you.” Rose kisses him again. She cradles the back of his neck with one hand and runs her hand down his torso with the other. Down over his chest, over his abs, towards his crotch.

She glances down. There it is, his big cock in all its glory. Hard as steel. Ready for Rose to do with as she sees fit. She pushes against it with her belly, feeling its hardness press against her.

“God, Rose,” he moans.

Rose kisses the side of his neck, then his chest. She drops into a kneeling position, kissing his stomach along the way, eliciting a happy gasp. She arrives at her goal, his magnificent erection bathed in red light and pointed at her face.

She pauses to admire it. A pity such a cock isn’t being more widely experienced. Lucky Susanne has no idea what’s in her future.

Rose places her hands on the sides of Trevor’s hips. She opens her mouth, licking the tip of his cock. Rolling her tongue around the head. Swallowing it.

“Oh, fuck,” Trevor moans.

Rose sucks on it, as long and as slow as she can manage. Trevor sighs as the music downstairs rises to a crescendo.

She tries to take as much of him into her mouth as she can. She wants to take every inch into her mouth, all the way to the base. It’s physically impossible, but it doesn’t prevent her from trying. She manages a surprising amount, though, enough to devour a lesser endowed man.

Better try this the old fashioned way. She takes hold of the base of his cock, stroking it in time to sucking the top half of it.

“Oh my god,” he moans.

Rose’s head moves back and forth on his cock at a steady pace. She takes her mouth off him a few times to jerk him off or point it upwards so she can lick the entire underside. From his balls all the way to the tip.

She loves being in this position, everything about it, especially the illusion of subservience. Rose kneels, but she’s in charge. In total control of him through his cock. The power of her mouth.

What to do with it next, though? Infinite possibilities. She catches his eye, sticking her tongue out and licking the tip of his cock.

“Holy shit,” he moans.

Damn straight. “Tell me what you want, sweetie. Tell Rose.”

“I want you to stand up,” he says.

Is that all? Rose stands.

“I want to kiss you,” Trevor says. “I want to kiss you and pull you against me and feel you close.”

“Do you? Do you feel you’ve earned it?”

“I hope I have.”

Rose studies him, pretending to ponder the matter. She stands. “Very well. Have it, then.”

Trevor doesn’t hesitate. He draws her towards him, encircling her with his strong arms. He kisses her hard, holding her in a firm embrace. A shiver of pleasure goes down Rose’s spine.

Trevor’s hands are all over her, exploring her bountiful curves. Savoring her size and substance. All the while kissing her mouth and her neck.

He pushes against her, his erection pressing into her round belly again. Gigantic breasts mash against his chest, his hands on her plentiful ass cheeks.

“How do you want to fuck me?” she whispers.

“Hard.”

“You’d better.” She kisses his neck. “But how? How do you want to fuck me hard?”

He smiles. “From behind. Doggy style.”

Of course. Fat girls fans all want that at some point. They want to experience Rose’s big ass cheeks thrust upwards as they hammer away at her.

It must be amazing for them. To see the cheeks jiggle with every thrust. To feel the width of an ample, round butt in your hands while drilling a tight, wet pussy.

Rose kisses him hard again and crawls into bed. She gets on all fours as he moves in behind her. He fingers her, getting her pussy wet. He’s learned much from their first encounter, hasn’t he?

“Good,” she moans. “Get my pussy ready for your dick.”

He gets into position, pushing his cock into her lust. He works his cock inside her, a little at a time. Each time another inch deeper until he’s buried all the way inside her.

“Holy fuck,” Rose gasps.

Trevor moves in and out of her, fucking her slow. Agonizingly slow. So slow it drives her mad. How he must’ve felt only a few minutes ago.

A taste of her own medicine? He can not be this good, not the third time in his life he’s having sex. Can he? Has the learner risen so quickly to the equal of the master?

No matter. He’ll speed up soon enough. So Rose buries her face in her pillows, big ass thrust upwards. Let him fuck her as slow as he wants. He won’t be able to hold back long—guys never can—then he’ll give it to her as hard and fast as she wants.

Rose will win in the end.

In the meantime, she enjoys his slow thrusts. Steady, deep thrusts. Stimulating her. Arousing her, right off the bat. His gigantic dick probes her depths, penetrating her farther than anyone ever has.

She rubs her clit. “Holy shit. You stretch me out so well.”

Trevor speeds up. Nine inches inside her hammering away. Fuck yes.

“That’s it,” she moans. “Fuck me good.”

He thrusts faster. Over and over. Speeding up, moving at a rapid pace. His exceptional cock keeps hitting new depths inside her.

Deep, hard fucking. Accompanied by her thumb on her clit, bringing her closer to orgasm.

His hands are on her ass the whole time. Feeling her big, soft cheeks in his hands. Their jiggle and the way they shake. The width of her ass.

“Oh god,” Rose moans.

Trevor fucks her faster as she rubs her clit furiously. His fucking matches the driving beat of Heart’s music playing downstairs. In perfect synch, driving Rose mad.

They’re gonna cum. Both of them. She can tell, both from the manic pace Trevor fucks her with and in the familiar tingle rising inside Rose.

The only question is who cums first.

Rose all the time wins these races. If it were an Olympic event, she’d be a legend. She cums quickly and cums often, after all. But Trevor pushes her to a new level.

Rose doubles down, clamping her kegel muscles on his cock. Pushing back against his thrusts. Forcing his cock further inside her pussy with each counter thrust.

“I’m gonna cum,” she moans. “I’m gonna fucking cum.”

She’s close, real close. Any second close.

Rose cums, euphoria pouring over her as her pussy clamps down on his cock. She howls with delight, Trevor fucking her throughout. Harder than before and so fast she’s certain he’ll cum.

“Holy shit that was great,” Rose says.

Trevor fucks her with abandon. Grunting and moaning. Pushing deep within her, hands clamped on her ass cheeks. Gripping them tight.

“I’m so close,” he moans. “I’m so close.”

Trevor pushes his cock as far as he can into her. He holds it there, letting out a long sigh of relief and release. His cock throbs inside Rose, pumping cum into her.

“Oh, god,” Trevor moans.

He pulls out of her, giving her ass a playful smack. Rose rolls over onto her back as he settles in beside her. He’s breathing hard, catching his breath.

They lay side by side bathed in the red light all around them.

Trevor turns on his side and Rose caresses his chest.

“That was great,” she says. “Thank you, sweetie.”

“I should be the one thanking you.”

They kiss, gentle and soft.

“That was a nice break,” Rose says. “Ready to hit the books again?”

Trevor groans. “Not yet.”

“Fine, fine,” Rose says. “Why don’t we take a longer break and get something to eat? Then we’ll go through it all again.”

“Don’t go to any trouble for me,” Trevor says. “You don’t have to cook anything fresh. If you have leftovers that’s fine.”

“You’re sweet.” Rose kisses him and crawls out of bed. “But I don’t cook.”

“You don’t?” He sits up. “But you’re one of our best customers.”

Rose switches the LED rights back to ordinary. “In the prepared foods section, sweetie. You know, the one where everything gets heated-up in the oven.”

“Oh.”

“Where’re your clothes?” Rose says, putting the remote down.

“In the bathroom. Why?”

“I’ll throw them in the washing machine for you,” Rose says. “I don’t want you putting back on dirty clothes.”

“You don’t have to do that, Rose. I don’t want to be a bother.”

Rose leans over the bed and kisses him. “Please stop saying that. You’re never a bother.”

“But what will I wear?”

Rose raises an eyebrow. “Do you need to wear anything?”

He smiles. “No, maybe not.”

Rose steps into her closet, she undoes her lingerie and lets it all fall to the floor. She puts on a black silk robe and ties the front. Back in the bedroom, Trevor is lying on his back watching her.

“I like your robe,” he says.

“I have a few others if you’d like to borrow one,” Rose says. “Or you may remain as you are.”

Trevor smiles. “Know what? I will take one of your robes.”

Rose walks back in her closet. “I have purple but I’m not sure you’ll like it.”

“It’ll be fine.”

Rose takes the robe off the rack and goes back to the bedroom. Trevor is standing by the bed. Rose hands it to him and he puts it on.

“What do you think?” he says.

“You wear it well,” Rose says. “You look good in purple. You sure you don’t mind?”

“Nah. I like it.”

Rose raises an eyebrow. “I won’t judge if there’s more you want to tell me.”

“I only like it because it’s yours,” he says. “I’m not interested in getting my own. But wearing your robe, that’s hot.”