As smoothly as I can.

“Sorry, I thought you told me not to make any big decisions when I’m in a state like this. My big sister knows best after all,” I told Heather, the smoothest thing I could come up with in my current state.

“Ha! Funny dork.” Heather snorted, but I could still see a smile on my sister’s face. “In that case then you really do want me to have fifty dollars, don’t you?”

“Yeah, I do.” I nodded, and Heather laughed.

I watched as Heather took her hand off my cock for a moment so that she could lift the football jersey over her shoulders. It was so big on her that I hadn’t realised she’d only been wearing a pair of cheeky briefs underneath in pale blue lace. She also hadn’t been wearing a bra either, I saw as she threw the playing top on the floor beside the bed. I looked briefly at Heather’s panties before my eyes darted up to her tits. To say they’re good doesn’t do them justice. They’re on the smaller side but point upwards like two little pears. Her nipples were a medium shade of pink, darker than her natural skin tone, and formed into hard points. Heather knelt there, exaggerating the curve of her back to better show off her goods.

“You like?” Heather asked with an upturned eyebrow.

“Yeah! They’re incredible,” I said right away.

“Good, because I haven’t had any complaints before and I’d better not start getting any now,” Heather warned me.

Undressed, Heather returned her attention to my waiting cock, and I was more than ready for her to restart. Spitting twice on the head of my prick, Heather rubbed the sticky lather around the length of my rod and resumed pumping my cock.

I groaned in response. Heather was so close to my chest that I could reach and touch her if she’d let me. She’d been more than accommodating so far.

“Can I touch them?” I asked, not game enough to just reach out and grab Heather’s tits.

She shrugged. “You’re paying, go for it.”

To help me out and keep up her hand job, Heather moved her body so that she was resting her body half across me. I reached up under her arms and started to cup her breasts in each of my hands. They felt so wonderfully warm and firm. I squeezed them between my palms and ran her nipples between my fingertips. I could hear Heather softly gasp when I played with her sensitive nips.

She rested her head down on my chest as she worked. I was getting more and more aroused by her darting fist. My body was starting to move constantly as Heather brought her spare hand down to cup my balls at the same time as she wanked me.

“Just because I’m doing this doesn’t mean I’m into you or anything like that, so get those stupid notions out of your head before you even start,” Heather felt the need to warn me.

“I thought you said I was handsome before.”

Heather turned to look at me without stopping. “Do you think I’m sexy?” she asked in her most sultry voice as she used her teeth to bite down on my closest nipple through my shirt.

“Yes… Ow!” I yelled as Heather bit me painfully hard.

“Do you want to go out with me?” She said as she laughed at causing me pain.

“No!”

“That’s my point. There’s a difference between turning someone on and wanting a relationship.”

I got what she meant, and Heather was really fucking turning me on right now.

For another minute or so, we didn’t speak, and I could feel myself starting to lose control. My hips jerked almost constantly as I groped Heather enthusiastically.

“Getting close?” Heather asked me, but she already knew.

“Ah huh,” I grunted. I wanted to hold out longer; what she was doing was feeling so damn good. Perhaps that’s what made me ask, “Was it true your nickname at Northside was Heather the Hoover?”

Heather stopped what she was doing and turned to look at me, coming up on her elbows. Oh shit! I’d offended her.

“It was Hoover Heather, actually. Is that what you want?”

{Author's Note: Let's keep going in the comments with what he might say and what it's going to cost him.

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