Brandon

Brandon, after recovering from the insensitive attack by Ashley wanted to go looking for her. He felt a mixture of emotions, some angry others hurt but on the surface of them, all was concern. He and Ashley never fought this; it wasn't really a fight, Ashley didn't seem mad, she almost seemed repulsed. Brandon couldn't let their two-year relationship be thrown out without even knowing what was the reason if she just told him maybe then he could fix it. He got up, put his pants back on and slipped out of his room, he spotted Heather's door closing and figured that's where Ashley was.

Brandon took a moment, running through a few thoughts in his head, trying to figure out the best way to phrase things once he was talking to Ashley. He then slipped from his room and made a b-line to Heather's room, missing Ashley as she walked down towards the den slowly. He softly knocked on the door and heard no response, "Um, Heather?" He asked in a low voice as he creaked open the door, "Sorry, but is Ashley in here?"

Heather's eyes went wide, and she quickly pulled her hand away from her crotch, her face flush with a mixture of horniness and embarrassment, seeing how she was just fantasizing about him as well. She sat up as he walked in, "O-oh, Brandon, um, N-no Ashely's not here." She said through some shaky breaths, "Why what's up?"

Brandon let out a sigh and ran his hand over his brow, "Kind of a long story Heather, and I don't think I know the whole thing." Brandon replied while turning around,

Heather nibbled on her lip watching him leave, "Wait, tell me about it!" She quickly called out stopping him, "M-maybe, I could help." She said with a smile. Heather knew what she was doing; she wanted to see maybe if she could turn her fantasy into reality right now,

"Heather..." Brandon sighed back, "I think Ashley is thinking about leaving me." He said, hating the fact that it sounded so correct,

Heather instantly turned confused, "Wait, leaving you as in breaking up?" She asked a bit stunned as he nodded, "Why?"

"She's been turning really cold and distant to me, snapping at me, refusing even to let me kiss her," Brandon explained while walking over and sitting down on one of the lounge chairs, "Then just a few minutes ago..." He said shaking his head, "We were about to have sex, but she flipped out on me and stormed off."

Heather raised her brow, "That doesn't make much sense...Why'd she flip?" She asked causing Brandon to divert his eyes in embarrassment, "Could you not...participate?"

Brandon buried his face in his hands, "It wasn't my fault, she was sucking my cock, and I warned her I was close but she didn't stop." His muffled voice explained, "Then she freaked out because I finished."

"That's retarded." Heather immediately scoffed, "Did it not occur to her that sucking a guys cock would make him finish?"

Brandon lowered his hands feeling a little relieved by her words, "Thank you," He said with a exhale, "I tried to tell her I'd be alright in a minute but she didn't want to hear it. I just thought maybe she came in here."

"But I don't get it, how does that make you think she wants to leave you?" Heather asked curiously,

"It's been a lot of little things but when I was thinking about it earlier...when we were gonna have sex she wanted me to be quiet and have the lights off." He said shaking his head, "That's got to mean something."

Heather nodded and shut her eyes for a moment; she was doing her best to help Brandon. Honestly, she could see that he was very distraught over this. Unfortunately, her mind had other ideas; She could not get the thought out of her head of Brandon getting angry and just forcing her mouth down on his cock. Even though Brandon seemed more hurt than frustrated, she figured that it couldn't hurt for him to blow off a little steam with her.

"Heather are you okay?" Brandon asked as he looked at her almost struggling,

"Yeah..." She breathed back, "I am just...really fucking horny." She blankly replied causing Brandon's eyes to go wide,

"W-what?" He stammered back while jumping out his chair, and backing towards the door,

Heather's eyes sprung open, a different hungry look now at them, "I said I was fucking horny Brandon," She replied in a sultry voice, "Aren't you? I mean, Ashley just left you all pent up right?"

"N-no, Heather...w-where's this coming from?" Brandon asked, his heart was damn near beating out of his chest, Heather gingerly slipped out her bed and sauntered over to Brandon, who instantly diverted his gaze as she was only in a simple tee shirt and a pair of panties, "What are you doing?" Brandon meekly asked,

"Ashley's been neglecting you huh?" She asked softly as Brandon jumped as he felt her fingers press on his chest, "I bet you didn't even get to enjoy shooting your load earlier."

"H-Heather, please...stop." Brandon weakly whispered back to her as he felt her large breasts press against his chest,

Heather let out a murmuring laugh and planted a small kiss on his neck, "Ssh, sweetie, it's fine. Why don't you just take all those feelings of frustrations, anger, and just take it out on me? I am much better at fucking then giving advice."

Brandon squeezed his eyes shut even tighter; he knew that if he did it, he was just accepting that his relationship with Ashley was over. Add to the fact that he was jarred by Heather's sudden shift from friend to seductress. Still, the way she was talking, it did entice him, she was right Ashley was neglecting him...insulting him even. It would feel amazing just to take those feelings and turn them into a rough fuck session. After a moment of thought, Brandon opened his eyes and looked at Heather, who could only smile at him with a piercing gaze.