Bad Habits Are Hard to Brea

"Heather?" Chris asked, slightly sarcastic.

"Don't even act like you don't know who this is," Heather said on the other side of the phone.

"Yea, what's up with you?" Chris asked, although not really interested.

"I'm actually going to be in your part of the state this week," Heather explained. "My husband has a conference in Atlanta and I'm going to be bored all day."

"Uh huh," Chris replied, urging her to get to her point.

"I wanted to know if you wanted to hang out and catch up," Heather replied, seemly oblivious to his apathy. "Let me take you out to lunch, my treat."

"I think the least you owe me is lunch," Chris replied. "Call me when you are heading out in the morning and you can come pick me up. I deal with Atlanta traffic enough."

"Sounds great. Have something in mind where you want to eat," Heather said enthusiastically. "Talk to you tomorrow."

"Bye," Chris said.

Chris immediately pushed End on his cell phone and searched his contacts to dial another number.

"Jake," Chris gasped. "You will not believe who just called me."

"I don't believe you, who?" Jake replied sarcastically.

"Heather."

"Heather? Your Heather? The slut you were practically engaged to all those years ago?" Jake asked.

"Same one," said Chris.

"What the hell did she want?" Jake asked with increasing curiosity.

"She wants to have lunch," said Chris. "Apparently she is stuck in Atlanta all week for some conference her husband is going to."

"That's not all she wants to have," Jake said assumingly.

"Jake, she's married now."

"So what, bad habits are hard to break."

"I know and she definitely had a crowded field at the end of our relationship but for the majority of it she was awesome."

"Whatever dude, I'm just saying, don't be surprised is she pulls something on you."

"Okay, we'll see."

"Let me know how it goes."

"Will do"

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"What the hell," Chris groaned into the phone.

"Morning!" said a perky voice.

"Lunch is in the afternoon if you didn't know," Chris said.

"I've been up since 6AM, you're lucky this is only an 8 AM wake-up call," replied Heather. "Get up."

"What do you want?" Chris whined.

"Breakfast," said Heather

"Hell no, that's like half price on a meal, and you owe me."

"Calm yourself, I'll treat you to both. I'm bored now!"

"I'll give you something to entertain you," Chris thought, stiffening his already rock-hard morning erection.

"Fine, come to Homer Heights, the apartment complex right off 85 just past the TA and call me when you get here," said Chris.

"Sounds good," said Heather.

I could use some T&A this morning myself.

"Chris?" asked Heather. "Chris?"

"Huh? Yea, sounds great," Chris replied, realizing he had drifted in his thoughts about him and Heather's past experiences.

"See you in a minute," said Heather before hanging up the phone.

Chris thought about Heather's hot body; her huge tits and tight, athletic legs and the fantastic sex they used to have, although it wasn't just him she was sharing it with. He had put so much emotional investment into the relationship he could only get rid of her when he found out about the cheating. What he would give to just have her sex again. He continued to think about it as he jacked his cock, hurrying an orgasm before she showed up.

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Chris had just enough time to clean up before Heather knocked on his door. Chris's eyes were wide as he sighted a slimmer, sexier Heather standing before him. She wore heals and panty hoses, which went up under a conservative knee-length skirt and topped with a tucked-in button down shirt that was tight enough to show her still-enormous rack and a flatter stomach. Her long blonde soft curls were pushed back with a pair of expensive-looking sunglasses.

"Hel-lo," Chris finally stammered.

"Nice place," Heather said as she quickly eyed his apartment.

It was a modest apartment but still nicer than anything he had owned before, especially when she knew him last.

"It's a place to hang my hat, let's go," Chris said as he pushed Heather through the door. It was all he could do not to drag her kicking and screaming into his bedroom to rape fuck her.

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Heather and Chris sat down at a small outdoors table in front of a gourmet café. Chris found it difficult not to stare at Heather as she adjusted herself in her seat, straightening out what were obviously her thigh-high stockings. Chris bit his lip thinking about what else was under that skirt.

"What can I get you folks?" asked the waiter.

"I'll have a number 10 with extra bacon and a Pepsi," replied Chris, naming of the most expensive item on the breakfast menu.

Heather rolled her eyes and said "I'll have the fruit place and a Mimosa please."

"Yes, small or lar-"

"Large please," Heather interrupted.

"Yes ma'am," said the waiter, looking at his watch at the early hour. "No melon in that fruit place," Chris said before the waiter walked away.

Heather couldn't help but smile noticing Chris remembered after all this time how much she hated melon.

"So, how have you been?" asked Heather.

"Oh, same ol' same ol'; nothing to report," Chris answered, obviously not wanting to talk about himself. "What have you been up to lately?" Chris asked, eager to change the direction of conversation.

"I did finished grad school and was looking for other work, but after John and I got married I sort of stepped into "playing the roll" while he took off on his plans," Heather said with slight disappointment. "I mean, he's a lobbyist, a lawyer lobbyist at that, it's not like he needed both of us to work."

"He looks like he kept you in shape," Chris said, eyeing her up and down.

"Excuse me?" Heather asked in a stern tone.

"I'm just saying you're obviously good at 'keeping up appearances' for him in public," Chris replied, inferring her athletic shape.

"I suppose," Heather said, not sure if that was his true inference or not.

"You've obviously had some work done," Chris continued, trying his best to hold back a smile.

"I have not!" Heather screamed.

"Oh come on, not even a little around the mid-section?" Chris went on, reaching his head around the table to get a better glance at her shapely body.

"I think three hours a day in the gym is all the stress this body can handle," Heather said, blushing when she realized that's not all her body had handled.

"Oh dear God, she's turned into her mother," thought Chris. Heather's mom was always snobby to him and it was more than obvious to him what her marriage to Heather's father was really about -- money.

"I don't know Heather, you'd have to prove it to me," Chris grinned.

About that time the waiter had come back with their drinks. Heather didn't even flinch when he put down her enormous glass of Champaign and orange juice.

"I see your appetite for alcohol hasn't changed much," Chris laughed.

"You still don't drink?" Heather asked with surprise.

"No, it leads to bad decisions," Chris replied, glaring at her accusingly.

"Yeah, listen, I'm sorry about all that," said Heather. "I know it might not mean much to you now but I had a lot of issues back then and I'm sorry if I hurt you."

"You didn't hurt me, that whole thing had taken its toll anyhow," said Chris.

"Oh, well, I'm glad it wasn't that big a deal," Heather replied.

The waiter came back with their food and Chris took the opportunity to excuse himself.

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"Dude, what's going on?" Jake asked on the other end of Chris's cell phone.

"Holy shit, Jake, Heather looks so hot!" said Chris.

"So has she hit on you yet?" asked Jake.

"Hell no, she's not even thinking about that," said Chris. "She's all upset about 'how she broke my heart' and her shitty life."

"Whatever, you just keep acting like you don't want it and she will jump all over you," said Jake.

"Yea right, thanks for the advice, I have to get back." Chris said before hanging up the phone.

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Cleavage. That's all he could see as Chris came back to his table. There is no way he went the morning and didn't notice her perk tits coming out like that; she had to have unbuttoned her shirt. He could tell she tanned and her boobs were as luscious as he remembered from before. She had the most sensitive nipples and she ached and begged for him to touch and suck her until she came.

Chris quickly sat down before she could take notice of his growing dick.

"Don't let your food get cold," she said and she took another swig of her drink.

"Can I get you another one ma'am?" asked the waiter, jumping to her attention from behind Chris.

"Yes please," Heather said as she put the empty glass on the table.

She picked up the glass one last time to shake the last of the drink down her throat. A drop of condensation fell from glass and landed on her chest. Chris eyed the droplet as it trickled across her breast bone and finally dove down the valley between her breasts. Chris wanted her so badly.

"Woo, that felt good," Heather said, wiping the dew off her chest.

The waiter came back with another gaudy glass of mimosa.

"Thank you," she said, quickly taking up another gulp.

Chris could tell she was feeling the alcohol already. She had hardly any food in her stomach and she was always a light-weight, even when she was drinking a lot.

"Are you not hot out here?" she asked, pulling her shirt collar open even wider, exposing even more of her heaving chest.

"No, I'm good," Chris said, barely able to take his eyes off her tits.

"I'm about ready to get into some AC," Heather said, hinting it was time to leave.

"You're in charge," said Chris, flagging down the waiter.

Heather cannon-balled the rest of her drink before the waiter got back with the check.

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They were lucky Chris lived so close to the café, Heather wouldn't have been able to drive much further.

"Oh, thank God!" she exclaimed as she walked into Chris's apartment, which was bustling with air conditioning.

"I don't know how you handle this Atlanta weather," she said as she plopped down onto his couch.

"You get accustomed to it," Chris said. He decided to take Jake's advice and took a seat in his side chair, purposely not sitting next to her. She made a face of disappointment before sitting up and chatting away again.

Heather went on about her "new life" and how different it was from what she pictured she would be at her age. When Chris and Heather were together, they had a modest ideal of being married and being poor together until one of them landed a dream job and Heather could get pregnant and whoever didn't have the kick-ass job would be a stay-at-home parent, which Heather was strongly trying to avoid. Now is seemed she was a stay-at-home mom, but without the kids.

"I love my husband and he takes good care of me, but I just thought I would have done more with my life at this point, you know?" said Heather.

"Sure," said Chris. He finally went to go sit beside Heather in an attempt to comfort her.

"You are really sweet to be so nice to me after all I did to you," Heather said, trying to regain herself.

"It was still fucked up you felt the need to go fuck around when all you had to do was tell me you didn't want to have a relationship anymore," said Chris. "But it's hard to have ill will towards you after all this time."

"But still . . . ." Heather's voice trailed off as she nuzzled closer to him. There was a long pause between the two of them. And as if an alarm went off Heather lunged at Chris and kissed him; a passion-filled kiss. He could still taste the sweetness on her lips from the orange juice and champagne. Her mouth was hot and eager as her tongue raced across his in a lustful frenzy.

At first Chris has little reaction but to just kiss back. Mostly shock kept him from fondling her the way he imagined just that morning when he was getting off to the thought of her body.

"Oh God," Heather screamed as she pulled back from their kiss, covering her mouth with her hand.

"What?" Chris asked.

"This is not me anymore, oh God, I can't do this again," Heather said, more to herself than Chris.

"Bullshit," Chris exclaimed. "You know you want this."

"That's not the point, Chris, I'm married and this isn't right," said Heather. "I never should have come here."

"Oh hell no," Chris said, beginning to get angry. "I said you owed me and I didn't mean breakfast."

Before she could react Chris grabbed her by her hips and pulled her towards him so that she was lying down on the couch.

"What do you think you're doing?" Heather asked, in a less fearful voice than Chris had anticipated.

"Getting my due," Chris replied as he pulled her legs apart to reveal what he suspected about her thigh-high stockings. He was even more confident about his accusation when he saw that she wasn't wearing any panties either. "Oh, you little slut."

"No, Chris," Heather said as she struggled away from him grip. Chris grabbed both Heather's wrists and pinned them above her head to keep her still. With his other hand he grabbed the back of Heather's long blonde hair and pulled her head back. Heather was trying to push Chris away from her with her legs but he wedges between them and pinned her still with his pelvis. Chris then leaned in close to her ear.

"You know you want me to fuck you," he whispered in a harsh tone. "I'll do it if you tell me you want it."

"Chris, please," Heather begged.

Chris tightened his grip on her hair and made her wince.

"Please what?" Chris asked, simultaneously thrusting his now rock-hard cock into her.

"Ahh, please, we can't do this," Heather whispered back.

"Tell me you want it, tell me you want me to fuck you," Chris said as he continued to tease with thrusts.

"Oh God, yes, please, please fuck me," Heather said finally. "I want you to fuck me."

He let up on her just enough for her to get her hands to the hilt of his pants as she revengingly unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down off his hips. Chris's dick sprung from hiding. Heather's eyes widened as she revisited its beauty. She had forgotten what it was like to be with an endowed man. Chris peaked at 7.5 inches and he was definitely maxed out right now.

Chris spread her glistening pussy lips open with the head of his dick. He teased her slightly, pushing just the head in and out, coating it with her increasing wetness. He kissed and bit her neck as he continued to pull her hair, waiting for her to gyrate into him.

Heather was rolling her eyes back and clawing at his back, begging to be fucked. She pressed her fingertips down his back and Chris could feel she was leaving red streaks. She surprised Chris when she reached over his ass, grabbed with both hands and pulled him into her.

Both of them opened their eyes wide and enjoyed the rush that waved through their bodies at the recognition of feeling each other once again.

"Oh my God, yeeessss!" Heather screamed.

Chris worked slowly with full strokes in and out of her wet pussy, looking at his cock glistening as it came out of her again. It didn't take long till he increased his pace and drilled Heather the way she liked to be fucked.

Heather lifted her legs to accept Chris even deeper. His gyrations made her ass bounce up and down on the couch until their rhythm was in sync. Chris reached under her back and he held onto her shoulders so he could ravage her even harder. "Chris . . . I'm going to cum," Heather said with anticipation in her voice. Even after all this time and with a new husband, he still knew how to make her cum just as quickly.

"more, more, More, MORE, MORE, OH MY GOD, YeeeEEESSSSS!" Heather screamed loudly and in Chris's ear. He felt his pelvis get warm and then he felt her wetness, her massive wetness, all over him. Her cum made her pussy even more slick and easy to fuck. Heather lay there, almost limp from her orgasm, as she let Chris fuck her even fast still.

Chris felt the cum building up inside him. He lifted himself up, preparing to cum. Instead of pulling out and hosing her down with his nut, which is what Heather expected of him, Chris leaned over, grabbed Heather by the back of her neck and kissed her. His kiss was hard and hot. He still couldn't help but grunt as his dick exploded with cum inside her hot pussy. Heather could feel his dick pulsing with every last drop.

Chris lay still on Heather, kissing her more softly, for a minute until he could regain his composer. When he finally lifted himself off her Chris looked down at the flooding that Heather had done to him. She must have needed that nut real bad.

"Oh my God, I haven't cum like that in years," Heather said breathlessly. "Well, since you, I suppose."

"Oh really?" Chris asked sarcastically. "If I was so great why were you fucking other guys then, huh?"

"I knew it! You are still hurt over that still." Heather said with excitement.

"Oh, shut up," Chris replied. "It's hard to get upset when your bad habits are the reason I just fucked your brains out just now."

Heather looked like she wanted to say something else but she cut herself off.

"Why does it matter to you anyway?" Chris asked.

"It doesn't," Heather said, getting off the couch and eager to end the conversation. "Just ego I guess."

Chris suddenly realized he hadn't seen Heather naked yet. As she walked across the room away from him he could hardly tell she had even had sex. Besides her fabulous sex hair and pink complexion, she looked no different than she did that morning.

"Umm, don't you want to take a shower or something before you go back to your husband?" Chris said, trying not to sound obvious.

"Oh, he'll be at the conference until late tonight; I'll be fine to take a shower back at the hotel before I see him next," Heather said.

Chris now regretted that he had been so forceful; he wanted to enjoy seducing Heather out of her clothes. She was sipping on bottled water from his refrigerator and trying to cool down her body. He could see her through the kitchen eyelet and even though he had just fucked her, he felt she was unattainable still.

"So, are we still on for lunch?" Chris asked.