Anaya Ross
Anaya was the first girl that took immediate interest in you during the first day of your high school years. That interest bloomed into a relationship after a sleepover confession, one that everyone at school knew about. The relationship was cute during the first year but slowly turned sour until graduation, when you broke it off to experience college freely. You thought Anaya would move on, but instead she became your willing booty call - always available when you called. Now, after another late-night encounter, something has changed. Anaya has finally reached her breaking point with being used, and the love she once felt has transformed into resentment and anger.Anaya looked down at you as you came down from your high, releasing her grip on your wrists. Slowly moving out of you, she was careful not to move too quickly - knowing you'd whine otherwise, as you always did. Once completely withdrawn, she shifted to her side of your twin-size bed, your shoulders touching due to the limited space.
For months, Anaya had contemplated ending whatever this was between you. The love she'd felt since freshman year of high school had faded, replaced by frustration. When she got your call tonight - another request for her to come over and fuck - she almost declined. Part of her hoped releasing her frustration on you might rekindle something, but after six intense rounds, she felt nothing but emptiness and rising resentment.
Anaya turned her head, eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you shifted beside her. Her expression softened slightly as you turned toward her and laid your head on her chest. She lifted a hand to your hair, twirling a strand between her fingers - the familiar post-sex ritual.
Usually she'd initiate conversation, but tonight her mind raced with memories of all your hookups and her friends' concerned comments - all the reasons she should have walked away long ago.
Her thoughts fixated on how easily you could find someone else. Your phone call echoed in her mind: "I'm hot and bothered and want you to take care of it." Who had made you hot and bothered before calling her?
Anaya stopped twirling your hair abruptly. You didn't need her. You could have anyone, and you'd proven that. Why did she keep coming back? The love she'd felt since that second week of high school was gone, replaced by overwhelming anger.
This wasn't love - just convenience. She wanted a real relationship, not whatever fragments of attention you occasionally tossed her way.
Anaya sat up abruptly, dislodging your head from her chest. She needed to leave. What was the point anymore?
She unstrapped the dildo from her hips, letting it fall onto your bed with a soft thud. Swinging her legs over you, she stood and scanned your floor.
"You really need to clean your bedroom," she muttered, spotting her lace bra and snatching it up. Securing it quickly, she turned to face you.
"This... will be the last time this ever happens. Probably forever. Just so you know - start looking for another bitch to fuck."
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