Heather had been dating Mark for two years now. They'd met at the Spring Fling dance in grade ten, and were now graduating. They'd talked about life after graduation, going to college together, and getting an apartment of their own. But, at eighteen, Heather only wanted one thing: to fuck. She'd had a few flings here and there with a few guys on the football team, even hooked up with a girl once. But she wanted nothing more but to fuck her boyfriend's brother.
Chris was three years older, and was home for the summer after finishing up his sophomore year in college. He played on both the football and the baseball team in high school, and continued into college. With gorgeous brown hair, bright green eyes, and a body that a girl wanted to lick from top to bottom, Heather knew that he was her conquest.
Heather set eyes on Chris a few weeks after her and Mark decided to be a couple, and regretted not chasing Chris. And once Heather found out that Chris had a girlfriend, she was heartbroken. Although it didn't stop her from playing with her pussy almost every night, fantasizing about Chris pounding her pussy raw. She came repeatedly dreaming of Chris' hard cock in her, and even fantasized that it was Chris fucking her when her and Mark had sex.
But now, Chris was home for the summer, and she made it her goal to fuck him before she left for school at the end of August.
Getting out of her car outside Mark and Chris' family home, her heart skipped a beat when she seen that Chris' truck was in the driveway. She quickly took of her long sleeve shirt to uncover a slim-fitting halter top and adjusted it for the optimal cleavage. She took pride in her 34D breasts, and knew that they were the main attraction. She wore a short skirt which showed off her athletic legs. Heather took pride in her body, working out three times a week. She maintained a sexy physique for one main reason: to fuck as many guys as she could. Heather was a slut, but you wouldn't know it. She walked with confidence and put on a 'hard to get' show, but she was a slut indeed. Fucking was her favorite thing.
Heather walked in the door of the house, and hoped the Chris would be sprawled on the couch, but instead, she was just greeted by the A/C and the family cat. Mark had texted her saying he would be out back in the garage working on his bike, so she headed through the house to the back glass sliding door. She looked out to see where he would be, and was greeted with a shirtless Chris walking from the garage to the bike. She could have came just looking at him, his tan and muscular body, and his hair shinning in the sun. It was like heaven, and before Heather knew it, her hand was down her skirt rubbing her pussy, harder and harder. She came all over her hand in time for Mark to walk out of the garage and straight for the sliding glass doors.
"Oh hey babe," Mark said as he closed the door behind him, "I didn't know you were here."
"I was just about to walk outside when you came in. Working hard I see," Heather said, trying to hide the fact she was slightly out of breath.
