Heather

I was living In Animal House this semester, trying to study, but spent more time writing Amber than studying. Amber's cousin, and my friend Heather became a confidant.

I really liked Amber, and even though we both decided we were young and not looking to get married right now, I really wanted a little more than just a booty call. I think she did also, but was scared. Or maybe she wanted to play the field.

Heather and I tried to get together most Thursday evenings have dinner at a new place each time. We found a couple of gems and got food poisoning once. Heather encouraged me to go to Fort Leonard Wood to spend Amber's Family Weekend pass with her, giving me the advice, "Use Family Weekend to put her in the Family Way!" I tried, but pharmacology prevented that.

Heather was tall. A great athlete, destroyed her knee her freshman year on the Iowa State volleyball team, I was never sure if she was gay, secretly sleeping with every guy in Animal House, or had her pussy sewn shut. She had the potential to be pretty, but just seemed awkward around guys, which was the reason she was a Little Sister at Animal House; she said she wanted to work on those skills.

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We could talk freely with each other. I felt more comfortable around her in some respects than I did around Lori or Amber.

"Amber said she couldn't march for 3 days after 'Family Weekend', and yet you didn't listen to me," Heather said, just as I was taking a drink of water.

After I stopped coughing I asked her what she meant.

"You kept trying and trying to knock her up, but didn't." She paused, then muttered, "Loser..."

"Well, maybe it was part of the plan."

I wanted to ask more questions, but Heather was still a woman, and despite ribbing me this way, I had started to notice a change in the way Heather looked at me. I was probably misreading her, but wasn't sure.

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I took a summer job in Ames as well as a summer class. I lived in Animal House for the summer- except for my 2 Week Annual Training. They piled 12 guys into the "Pledge Dorm," and rented the rest of the 4 man rooms out to women- mostly girlfriends and Little Sisters.

Summer in Animal House was a blast! Movie night every night. Or a poker game. Usually a few beers were drank every night. Open air concerts nearby. Ames was awesome and summer school was an easy A.

One one of our Thursday "dates," Heather and I walked down to Campustown to get ice cream at a new, popular spot. We had tried just about all of the new spots and this was a favorite. On our way home, she took my hand and we walked around the lake on campus.

We walked in silence for about 10 minutes.

"Brad, I uh...I'm not sure how to-"

"It's okay, ask me anything," I reassured her, stopping, turning, and looking her in the eyes. It was easy since we were both the same height.

"Amber said...and I've never...would you...?"

No way she was asking THAT!

"Heather?"

"Please make love to me."

Holy Crap!

"Are you...sure?" I asked, growing hard. Funny enough, I had thought about this more than a few times.

"Sorry, it's a bad idea. Forget I asked," as she tried to turn, but I stopped her.

"Heather," I said, stopping her. When she looked at me, I kissed her.

It might have been romantic to make love by the lake, but it was still light out, and I wanted to take my time with her.

We quickly walked back to Animal House, I went into my room and grabbed a handful of condoms, and knocked on her door. That wasn't out of the ordinary, but I felt like this time everyone knew I was going in there to fuck her silly.

Once inside her room, she asked, "Are you sure? We don't-"

"Are you?" I asked.

She shyly nodded.

"Come here," I gently said.

We embraced, kissed, and slowly undressed each other.

"Lie on the bed," I said. She did, wearing only panties.

Heather was a tall brunette who was fit. She had a scar on her left knee from her career-ending surgery, the faint outline of a six pack of abs that were really sexy and feminine. Her legs were muscular- probably would crush my skull later (if I was lucky), making me die a happy man. Her breasts were barely B-cups, but looked proper for her frame. I could see a bush underneath her electric blue panties.

I went to her and kissed her. She kissed me back. I moved down to her breasts and kissed and played until she moaned, then my right hand moved onto the outside of her panties and could feel the outline and heat of her lips.

Her panties were wet, and she moaned. When she said "Oh yes!" my hand moved into the inside of her panties and found her channel between her lips.

She naturally moved her legs, opening up for me. My finger easily slipped in. Her pussy was not the virgin pussy Lori had, but was definitely not the one that made it so "Amber couldn't march for 3 days" either.

At this point I started to pull her panties down as she arched her back and hips, allowing me to pull them down, granting me me full access to her pussy.

At first she was surprised when I didn't climb on top, and was definitely surprised when I touched my tongue to her hole.

"Oh GAAWWWDD!" she gasped. Her room was at an end of the hall and no one was next door at this moment, or so we thought. Her legs tried to clamp down on me, and keeping them open was like trying to keep a bear trap open- a well lubed and highly aroused bear trap.

Her pussy was fantastic! I didn't want to stop. I didn't care about my cock that was rock hard and steel straight, all I wanted to do was eat that orgasm out of her.

Shortly thereafter, she came with a shriek.

"Please... Brad, please. I need you inside me."

I paused long enough to roll a condom on, moved up, and giving her just a moment's pause, I slid into her. I had her legs open, ankles in my hands, my feet on the floor, she on her back on her bed.

"Ugghhhhhh," we both said.

With each thrust, she made an "eehh!" sound. As I thrusted faster she squealed louder and faster.

I did my best to hold out for as long as I could, and after she said," UUUUGGGHHHH OOOOGAAAWWWDDD!" and squealed one last shriek, granting me permission to fill the condom.

I grabbed the base so none spilled out on or in her.

"Where are you going?" she asked.

"Nowhere," I said. I took the condom off and crawled in bed behind her, cuddling. My top hand drifted down to her freshly fucked pussy.

"Too soon!" she said and shivered.

I spooned up behind her, my semi-soft/ hard cock pressed between her butt cheeks, and she had a fantastic ass! I had no intention of butt fucking her, but her ass was smooth, firm and when she started squeezing and sliding up and down, I was hard again. She was getting into it also and let me finger her.

I slipped one finger in easily, followed by another. She rolled over flat on her back and my two middle fingers were rubbing her inner wall whole my thumb started circling her clit. I was up on my knees and my cock was pointing right at her. She started stroking it and then it was a race to see who could cum- or make the other cum- first.

My technique was better; "juicing the box" was a trick I had perfected with Amber and when Heather came, she came hard. Her body convulsed, her jerking hand stopped momentarily, but then she started up again. About a minute later I warned her I was going to cum, and she pointed me at her face, giving her reddish brown hair sticky white highlights and hitting her face.

My cock was sensitive so she stopped, and tasted a little of the cum on her face. "Interesting. Next time, maybe I should suck it first?"

Next time?

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For some reason very few people were around on Saturday, and Heather invited me out for supper, but when I knocked on her door, she quickly pulled me in, dressed in tight biker shorts and a sports bra, her hair pulled back in a ponytail.

"Next time?" she asked. "I think I still owe you."

"What are you thinking?" I asked. Fuck, she looked hot! I never had noticed the level of sexy she possessed.

She pushed me back onto the bed. The room she occupied was the House President's room during the school year and was set up to feel like a single hotel unit. Some of the other units were more like double bed rooms, then the more junior members- pledges mainly, had small study rooms, shared bathrooms and a barracks style sleeping area.

In Heather's room this summer, we were alone.

She quickly got my shorts down and pulled out my cock. I was rock hard and hoped this would live up to the hype. Her technique was not the best- kind of a mix of eagerness and timidity, but no one ever complained about a blow job as long as he had his dick still intact after.

"I need to feel you," she said.

I grabbed a condom- the one with great sensitivity but not great strength. "Here, let me," she said, taking the package from me. She tore the package, and taking the wet disk out, she rolled it down my cock, pushing the blood from the top into my body, which made it all the more pleasurable when it flowed back into the entire length.

"I want to ride," she said, part statement, part question.

Her lithe body climbed up onto the bed, onto me. Her hands rested on my chest, and her warm pussy rested on me, and she started to wiggle. Slide. Grind.

"Mmm, I can't wait. Can you? Can you wait for me to slide...down..." and then she leaned in and whispered, "your...cock?"

I couldn't wait, but had to because this was her doing. I was going to let her take control.

Heather had asscheeks as firm as bowling balls. Her breasts were like softballs and fit into my hands perfectly. She was wet and didn't need any help lining the lubed condom up with her hole and it slid in easily, but tightly. My hands explored her breasts, her hips, her ass. Her cheeks felt magnificent in my hands and roamed over them. My fingers found my way inside her crack. I wanted to probe deeper, but an ass like that was to be worshipped, not roughly handled.

Heather was a sight to behold. She tucked a strand of hair up behind her ear, and her eyes were closed as she slowly studied my cock inside her. Her mouth was slightly agape as she slowly moved. My hands moved to her legs, her thighs, and her hand moved to her clit and she rubbed. Slowly.

Every move Heather made was deliberate- to see what felt best for her. Her motions were working because I could feel her juices running out of her as she made mental notes of the angles

And I thought I felt a little snap on my cock. If Heather felt it, she didn't say, but she seemed to be enjoying my bare cock in her.

"So...good. So good," she said.

"Heather, I'm close, and I think..."

"No talking," she said as she continued to rock, slide and grind.

I held on until she came, and then I had my release, filling her womb.

"Oh...OH! That feels...shit!" she said. "That wasn't supposed to happen," Heather said.

"I tried to warn you-"

"It's fine. Next time we can skip pretending."

Next time?

I dozed off and woke up to gentle tugging. Heather was trying to wake up my cock, which worked. She had said "next time," so I guessed we were at that point. I mumbled and stirred, then reached over, finding her wet lips. My finger- then a second finger- slipped in.

"I want you to... do me hard," she said.

Not necessarily "dirty talk," and I don't know exactly what she meant by "hard," but I would see where her limits were without ruining whatever it was we had and were doing.

"Roll over," I ordered.

She rolled over onto her chest and I squeezed her legs together and sat on them, just below her ass. I rubbed her back, lower back, glorious ass and upper legs.

"Mmm, this isn't what I was expecting, but this may be better than being... mmm,"

With that, I playfully slapped her ass.

"Ooh!" she squealed.

After rubbing for another minute or so so, I moved my right knee between between her legs and spread them open. Next, I rubbed my hard cock between her cheeks, and she squeezed them together and let out a little moan. I stroked my cock along the crack, never trying to get close to her back door, and then lowered my aim towards her slick lips. I rubbed up and down, barely slipping the tip in. When she got used to that, I plunged in all the way.

"OOOH!" she yelped. "Gawd... that feels so..."

"Better than a back rub?"

"Gawd, yes! Fill me. Put more cum in me," she said.

I thrusted hard for about a minute, then got her up on both knees, got up on my knees, readjusted, grabbed her hips and pulled her back as I thrusted into her. We hit a rhythm after about 3 thrusts and she was vocal- good thing we were off on our own part of the house.

"I'm... I'm gonna... OH GAWD!" and she came. Hard. Clamped down on my cock, squealed, and said, "Fill me up! Gawd Yes!"

I did. Despite having cum already, I emptied my balls into her as she milked my cock. I pulled her hips back, trying to keep myself in her as long as I could. Eventually, I softened and plopped out, with a load of my cum riveting out of her well used pussy.

She lowered herself and so did I. I laid on my back and she rolled over, chest to chest, her left leg draped over mine.

I stroked her hair, and she finally said, "I'm not on birth control."

"What do you want to do?" I didn't know where this was going.

"Go to Walgreens and get Plan B. I've never... felt the need for the pill. Mostly anyway. Didn't like the way the hormones made me feel, and, well, sex was not high on my list."

"Is it now?" I asked.

"Honestly... it has been fun. I love you- but I don't want to get married and have a baby, yet," she said.

I let out a sigh. This was going to be an awkward conversation, but I felt good about having it. I loved Heather, but like a sexy, older cousin. She was beautiful, and I loved spending time with her, but I did not see me marrying her and trying to raise a baby as young as we were.

"Brad, I love you, but not... lustfully. If we are both single in 10 years, I'd happily marry you. But right now? I'm not ready for marriage and a baby."

I felt the same way. And I told her so.

We didn't cry or have sex any more that night, or the rest of the summer. Luckily she wasn't pregnant, we continued to go out on friend dates, hold hands, and love and trust each other. After a few weeks I left for Annual Training/ 2 week summer camp, and when I returned Heather lived in an apartment, was very busy, graduated in December, moved away, and we wrote letters more than we emailed or texted.

Maybe we would see where we were in 10 years...