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When you place someone on a high pedestal, you're bound to be disappointed. But just how disappointed do you need to be to stop glorifying them?
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Anya's POV
"Did Cheryl teach you this?" Nola asked.
I looked up at her confused, a little out of breath from just coming. "What? ...No."
You really need to ask me that now!?
"No, my ass." She said, taking steps towards me.
"I know you two met. She asked you to be her new little sub?" Nola asked, now in front of me.
"Her sub? Nigga, no! What is you even talking about?" I asked incredulously.
"You're a liar. And you keep disrespecting me. What'd I tell you about your mouth?" She asked, as she lifted one of my thighs.
She turned the vibrator on the highest setting and began to press it deeper into me. My back arched as I hissed, "N-No! I–Nola?! That's too–! Stop!"
I tried pushing her away but she flipped me onto my stomach, and pinned my arms against back.
"You like me, and you like Cheryl..." She said, as she began to push her strap in besides the toy already there and I gasped loudly.
"No! Nola, stop!?" I shouted as I felt the insane amount of pressure, I was way too tight.
"...But you really just wanna fuck." Nola said, and she suddenly jerked her hips forward as she drove her strap inside me.
I gripped the cushions of the sofa as I let out a silent scream and Nola chuckled.
"...You're tight as fuck... I'll give you that. But that's all you got going for you. You're not even that cute." She breathed out.
I felt like I was being ripped apart. Tears clouded my vision as I yelled, "I-It hurts! Take it out!"
"Why should I?" She asked as she thrusted in deeper and I almost shrieked. "If you wanna fuck Cheryl, you need to be able to handle shit like this."
Nola began to thrust in and out of me as a mixture of pain from her strap, and the vibrations of the vibrator left me a emotional mess.
"No–! Ahh! Ah! Nola!!" I huffed out between breaths. The oxygen in my lungs seemed to be knocked out of my system each time she thrusted.
"You might as well go around fucking every stud that shows a little interest in you..." Nola sneered, completely ignoring everything I said.
"Mmph! Ugh–!" I sobbed silently into the cushions as she continued her antics.
"I seriously thought you were some quiet, goody two shoes but I guess you're—"
"Cheryl wants someone else! Not me!" I shouted, as soon as everything became too much.
Nola stopped as she released me and turned me to face her as she grabbed my face. She asked, "And who is that?"
"My friend! Jess!" I respond as I tried to wipe away the tears streaming down my cheeks.
"It's been Jess! It's true she been giving me advice but that's it! In exchange, I tell her about Jess! We ain't do nothing, and we ain't got nothing going on! She ain't got nothing to do with this!" I shouted.
"That's it?" Nola asked and I nod my head.
"So, she was never after you?" She asked and I nod, causing her to completely withdraw.
She pulled up her pants and sat back down in her chair with a loud sigh. I sat in shock, trying to piece together what just happened.
Nola's POV
Fuck... I did it again. This is not a good look, Nola... and not once, but twice? What the fuck?
I looked up from my hands, and Anya was facing away from me, dressing herself.
What the fuck? Come on, say something!
She didn't say anything and I put my head back into my hands, sighing deeply.
"If you got something to say, say it." I grumbled.
"I just..." She said, as I looked up at her. "Wanted to try doing something I wanted for once..."
"Cheryl was just tryna help out. That's all."
She told Cheryl about us, didn't she?
I felt something snap inside me but I held my tongue. I can't get on her ass about it right now. Fuck.
"You really fucked up this time..." Anya said, and it made me feel this sickening feeling in my stomach but my heart also did something?
She turned around in her sports bra and boxers as she looked at me with puffy eyes. "If you apologize to me now, I'll forgive you. And you'll make this up to me, by spending a day with me. We do what I want, when I want, and how I want."
"What?!" I scoffed out before releasing a small breath once I thought about it. I replied, "Fine."
"I apologize. And I'll make this up to you."
Anya pulled on her hoodie as she turned around and faced me, "I'm serious." She said.
"I said I would. Didn't I?" I asked.
She then said, "Promise me."
Shit... she's pushing it. But I did fuck up.
I stared at her and she stared back at me, not backing down from her request.
I breathed out my nose and clicked my tongue before I said, "Yeah, okay. I promise."
Anya smiled as if she was fully restored and said, "You promised. You can't break a promise."
"I know that, dumbass!" I shouted and she kept on smiling so I looked away from her.
