Date: Fri, 26 Mar 2004 02:21:14 +0000
From: Hunter Wren <hunterwren@hotmail.com>
Subject: Anya Part II

We were in bed together.  We'd spent most of the morning having sex, after
partying all night with some friends, all of whom were still oblivious to
what was going on between us.  I think some of them were beginning to
wonder, though;  all night Anya kept whispering things in my ear, mostly
what she was going to do to me once we got back to our room. When we did get
back, we were too exhausted to move and passed out, which made the morning
very special.  I awoke first and kissed Anya's lips.  She kissed back and
soon I was on top of her, grinding my pussy into hers until we both came.
"You're getting really good at this," she said.  We kissed and held each
other for a awhile, drifting in and out of consciousness.  When I awoke, it
was nearly ten in the morning.  Anya was sitting up, reading a letter
written on pink stationary.  I could tell from the childish penmanship that
it was from Sandy.  "I can't believe she still writes letters," I said.
"Hasn't she ever heard of email?"
	"She likes writing letters," said Anya.
	"Read it to me."
	Anya sat across from me and I could tell that I was in for it.  She
actually turned red as she began:

Anya Honey,

So you finally got her.  Congratulations!  I knew that it was only a matter
of time before you two hooked up.  When I spoke to her on the phone the last
time she was hot for you!  Of course I fanned the flames a little--talked
about what happened on the plane (sorry!) I got hot just talking about it.
Things in NYC are ok...though I haven't been laid in months--maybe you and
Karen can come down and visit??!!!   Or maybe I should come up and visit you
guys?  We could have a lot of fun together. :)

	"God, she writes like a child," I said.
	"Give her a break," Anya said.   "She's a model."
	"So are you."
	"I was a model."
	We lay down together. Anya put her head on my shoulder and continued:

I've been feeling really lonely lately.  Jasmine forces me to go out almost
every night, but we always wind up hanging with her loser friends.
God...models are so dumb!!!  Especially guys.  But you know that already.  I
guess I'm repeating myself, bitching about the same shit that I always bitch
about, but what can you do?  I miss you.  I've been playing with myself a
lot lately, thinking about all the stuff we did together.  I'm jealous of
Karen.  You guys must be having a lot of fun up there....

	Anya put the letter down.
	"What's the matter?" I asked.
	"Nothing," she said, blushing.
	"Let me read."  I took the letter from her.  Anya began to giggle.   As I
read the passage about how Sandy seduced a girl she'd met at a club, which
led to a description of her first night with Anya, I got wet again.  While I
was reading it, Anya began to rub my thigh and back, nibbling on my neck.
Finally, I couldn't stand it anymore and I put down the letter and began
kissing her.
	"Here we go again," I said.  Anya took my breast into her mouth and sucked.
  I moaned and then she sucked the other one and then went down on me.
"Wait," I said and then I swiveled under her and we got into the sixty-nine
position with her on top.  I took her pussy in my mouth and devoured it.
She moaned.  My own pussy felt like it was on fire as she stuck her tongue
inside of me, fucking me with it.
	"It's so good," I whispered.  Anya grabbed both of my ass cheeks with her
hand and licked my entire pussy slowly.  I pushed my drenched face into her
and sucked on her clit.  She moaned and her body began to tremble.  "I'm
close,"  she whispered.  "I'm so fucking close."
	"Wait for me, baby," I said, and then we both let go, diving into each
other as we came, the warmth coming over us at the same time.  Exhausted and
drenched in each other's sweat, we collapsed on the bed, hardly able to
speak or even breathe.  Anya took me in her arms and we rested again.
"We're going to kill each other,"  I said.  "We have to get up.  We have
mid-terms."
	"Well, so do I," she said.
	Finally we got up and showered and dressed.  Anya went to Carlos' place and
later, when I was back at the room checking my email, she IMed me that she'd
invited Sandy up for the weekend.  I didn't know what to write back.
Finally I just typed: Uh...ok.