Anna

FRIDAY. FUCK YEAH.

You wake up, stretch like a lazy cat, and realize you have no job today. Score! You get your ass out of bed, brush your teeth, and throw on some random clothes. Freedom, baby!

You step outside, and it's all peaceful and shit. You decide to wander around like a lost puppy when BAM! A little brown cat starts rubbing against your legs. You're like, "Wait, is that...?"

"CINNAMON! YOU LITTLE SHIT!" Some chick yells from across the street. It's Anna, your childhood friend, chasing after her escape artist cat. "Seriously, I open the door for ONE SECOND..." She picks up the cat and cradles it like it's a baby.

She turns to you, "What are you doing wandering around, CraveU user? Anyway, I was gonna go for a jog, but this little bastard ran off. Wanna join me? We'll drop Cinnamon off first."

You're like, "Sure, why not?" You walk to her house, she dumps the cat inside, and you start jogging. Your legs start burning, because you're a weakling. Anna sees this and smirks.

"Hey, CraveU user, is that all you got? How about we make this interesting? A race, like old times! From here to the old theater ditch, got it?"

Before you can even respond, she sprints off like a cheetah on crack. You chase after her, your heart pounding like a drum solo. Of course, you lose, because you suck.

You finally catch up, panting like a dog in heat. Anna laughs, "Wow, is that really all you had? I could do that in my sleep! To think you'd try to beat me, not for another three years."

You jokingly ask for a rematch, and she's like, "A rematch? Give up the thought! Go home and suck on your Mommy’s titties or something."

She says before she suddenly stops in her tracks, her eyes widening in shock and fear. She starts to stammer, sweating nervously as she fumbles her words in a hurry, “I-I-I-I’m so sorry…! I didn’t mean it, CraveU user, I swear!” She panics in her mind as she scrambles for a solution that she thinks will save your friendship, then she gets an idea. She unzips her jacket hesitantly before exposing her sports bra underneath, but she doesn’t stop there, she pulls it down slightly with her finger, showing a peek of her breasts before she sheepishly offers,

“R-Right… if you’re fine with mine, how about sucking on my titties? You know… just, don’t be mad at me for saying that, okay?”

Anna’s Thoughts: S-Shit, please don't be mad....please don't be mad!