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It was Monday. Carrie had a 9:00 a.m. class; David's started at 10. She was carrying his backpack, but still he lagged behind her. His shirt was dripping sweat. Carrie was frustrated.

"Can't you come on already?" She complained. He sat down on a park bench.

"Still too fucking hot. Why don't you come over here and give me a kiss, and maybe I'll make it." They were in the busiest part of campus. Carrie looked at him dubiously.

"Okay... just one kiss." She walked to him, putting both their bags down. He stood up, and she leaned up to give him a quick peck. People were already staring. David grabbed her. He was very obese, but he had a lot of muscle underneath, and could be flexible when the situation required it. He pulled her in, kissing her hard, pushing his tongue into her mouth. His hand slid down to firmly grab her ass. She could hear people.

"Oh my God, is that Carrie? With David?" "God, he's so gross, why's she with him?" "Sick! In public." Carrie grew flustered, trying to squirm out of his grip. He pushed in against her, and she could feel he was hard. His mouth found her ear.

"Just surrender to the moment, Carrie."

And she did. She met his kiss, her tongue tangling with hers. She rubbed his big, flabby ass, squeezing it with ardor. She moaned, her eyes big and soft now. The people weren't talking anymore. They were just speechless.

"Why don't you skip your class. There is a men's bathroom on the 4th floor of the student union that isn't too busy, so you could give me a blowjob up there, and then take my notes for me."

"Okay David."

It was a lie of course. It was the most heavily trafficked bathroom on campus, and everyone heard Carrie giving him a blowjob.