After Talking Down A Panicked Brandon

"That's Lisa's room, sweetie," Heather softly said while Brandon stared at the room wide-eyed. Heather took a step towards the door and carefully pushed it open, daintily she walked over to Lisa's bedside and looked her over. "Tsk, tsk, tsk, oh honey, what did he do to you?" She softly asked the snoring Lisa as she noticed her cum filled ass, "Didn't even have the courtesy to clean you up, either, men huh?" She joked as Lisa let out a small hum and rolled to her side.

With a little murmuring giggled Heather backed out of the room and slowly closed it, she slowly turned around and still saw Brandon staring at the door, having not even moved an inch. "Bran?" Heather asked while walking over to him, "Sweetie, what's wrong?" She hummed out while placing her hands on his shoulders.

Brandon blinked a few times, the news of what he did immediately sobering him up, out of pure fear. "S-Shit, What'd I do?" He asked while taking heavy breaths,

"Hey, hey, relax, take a breath, I'm not mad," Heather warmly replied, "It's no big deal,"

"No, I-I thought, oh fuck, she was drunk! I-" Heather quickly covered Brandon's mouth with her hand and started to pull him back to her room, quietly shutting the door behind her,

"You need to take a breath," Heather sternly said before finally taking her hand away, "Now, calmly, tell me what you're freaking out about,"

"I fucked her, Heather, I fucked a drunk girl. That's-That's so...I didn't-" Brandon stammered out,

"Was she awake?" Heather asked causing Brandon to nod back, "Did she tell you no at any point?" Brandon shook his head back, "Then, you need to calm down, and stop freaking out,"

"B-But-" Brandon tried to argue,

"You were both drinking, and something happened," Heather interrupted, "Would it have happened without the booze, who knows, but if she didn't say no during it, then you're not in any trouble." Brandon's breathing started to slow, "That's it, deep breaths, calm down. You didn't **** anyone; you just had some drunk sex,"

Brandon brought his hands up to his face and rubbed it slowly, "Yeah, yeah, she-she told me she liked it. That's...that's gotta mean something, right?" Heather nodded back at him, "Goddamnit, I don't like this feeling. I feel so screwed up like even though it was a mistake, I'm to blame,"

"Easy Bran, just...breath," Heather hummed out while lightly pressing her lips against his. Brandon weakly pressed back before dropping his head, "Don't tell me you're all used up," Heather nearly pouted,

"I...I don't know Heather," Brandon sighed, "I don't think I'm up for it now,"

Heather merely smirked back at him while gripping onto his shirt, "Let's see if I can convince you then," She said while pulling him towards the bed and pushing him down onto it,

"Heather..." Brandon weakly argued as the horny cheerleader jumped up and straddled him,

"You know, I've been messing around with people this week, but by far, I think you're my favorite toy," Heather giggled while she ran her fingers down his tone chest,

"Yeah?" Brandon replied with a raised brow, "And why's that?"

"Because despite all your whining and moaning, you're just like me," Heather sighed, "Know how I know?" Brandon silently tilted his head at her, "Because," She whispered while leaning down, "You were hard the second I pushed you down on this bed." Brandon grabbed the cheerleader's long black hair and dragged her lips to his, kissing her deeply. Brandon couldn't deny it, as much as he was worried about what he did with Lisa, his body didn't seem to care. The only thing it seemed to care about what the busty brunette straddling him, vying for his cock.

"God, you're fucking hot," Brandon finally groaned as he reached up and placed a nipping kiss on her neck causing Heather to let out a gasp. Her voice slowly fell into a moan before she pushed Brandon back down on the bed, reaching down and pulling off her shirt in a smooth motion. As soon as her shirt was on the ground Brandon rolled them over, so he was now on top of Heather, "That's better," He almost groaned as Heather's large breasts pressed against his chest.

"What's happening tonight, sweetie?" Heather asked cocking her head. Brandon reached down, pushing his pants down quickly before grabbing onto Heather's shorts and sliding them down to ankles, where she kicked them off for him. Without a word, Brandon pushed his cock into Heather causing her to sigh in relief, "Ah, finally..."

Brandon's eyes drifted shut as he plunged all the into Heather's slick cunt, his breathing turned into a steady pace, and he started pumping. "You're such a perfect slut," Brandon moaned out causing Heather to laugh at the insult mixed with a compliment slightly. Heather started to let out soft moans as she wrapped her legs around Brandon's back, the feeling of his working cock. "Fuck, you're wet," Brandon moaned again, as the squelching sound of his thrusting cock became apparent.

"Mmm, it feels like I always am these days," Heather hummed back before letting out a gasping moan while Brandon started to squeeze her breasts, "Oh fuck, that's right Bran, get me there. You're doing such a good job," Heather whispered out as she felt an orgasm fast approaching, she had to figure the only reason she was so close so soon was thanks to her day of messing around. She bit down on her bottom lip and closed her eyes as well, going silent as she let her body slip away into bliss.

The two were both silent, the only sounds in the room coming from the clapping of flesh that was slowly turning louder and rougher by each passing second. Brandon started to grit his teeth as he desperately wanted to cum inside Heather while Heather held a peaceful expression on her face. She turned her head to the side and started to feel her cunt quiver around Brandon's cock, "Oh, yeah, here we go....here we go, sweetie," Heather's voice whispered out as her whole body started to shake.

"Cum," Brandon growled out to her causing Heather to cry out, almost sounding in pain instantly. Hearing this, combined with the feeling of her orgasming pussy Brandon sighed and started to fire off into her. "God, that's fucking amazing," Brandon cooed while his spewing cock was worked and milked by Heather's folds. This final orgasm turned out to be too much for the drunk Brandon as mere moments later he fell down on top of the still cumming Heather, passing out. Heather continued to work through her orgasm, leaking out a mixture of her and Brandon's cum for nearly a minute before finally letting out a guttural groan.

Her eyes finally fluttered open, and she was nearly seeing double, she looked at the passed out jock on her chest for a moment before sighing. "Fuck it, this is fine," She sighed out while wrapping her arms around Brandon and shutting her eyes as well, wholly content and willing to stay like this for the rest of the night.