Barely any

No matter how hard you tried, falling asleep was next to impossible. You tried everything from shifting positions to counting sheep to changing into a more comfortable shirt, but nothing worked. You wished the devs of this damn simulation could've just programmed in an auto sleep button or something. That way you could just get through the the night and stop thinking about _him for one second._

That dick-shaped hole inside you was getting harder to ignore and it was making you incredibly aroused. Yet, at the same time you were filled with an unquenchable rage. A rage directed mostly at Hugh for humiliating you like that, but also at yourself for allowing yourself to get aroused by him and submitting to him like that. Submitting was not at all in your nature so why had you suddenly become so submissive to your childhood friend?

Never before in your life had you had such strong conflicting desires to ravage both Hugh's face and your pussy with your fist, but you persisted, not wanting to submit to anything, person or desire, ever again. Finally, you felt your eyelids grow heavy over your eyes and eventually you drifted off to sleep.

The next morning you awoke late, fumbling to get out of bed and heading through your massive home towards the kitchen. As you neared it, a couple of familiar voices could be heard from the open door. Mel and Adam were already awake, rummaging through the fridge in search of breakfast. This was standard practice whenever the boys stayed over.

One time Mel had poured himself a glass of milk from a jug and when your mom noticed him sipping it when she entered the room she teasingly asked him, "Does it taste good, Melvin?", and pushed her chest forward while squeezing her massive breasts in front of him. Then she winked and said, "I can make you some more to take home", which made Mel go completely stiff and spit out the milk in his mouth while the rest of you laughed like a pack of hyenas, rolling on the floor with tears in your eyes. Later, though, you noticed how he gleefully gulped down the rest of your mom's breast milk while he thought no one was watching, but you could clearly see Inez looking at him from the corner of her eyes, a smile spread across her face.

"Wittle Sweepy Gurl finally awake?", Mel asked mockingly as you entered the kitchen, rubbing sleep dust out of your eye.

"Remind me again who here most recently drank breast milk.", you deflected, grabbing a cup of coffee from the machine on the counter, taking a sip and wallowing in the warmth as it spread through your body.

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"She got you again, bro!", Adam burst into laughter, high fiving you with such **** it made your tits jiggle in your half unbuttoned shirt which left little to the imagination, stopping just before your nipples would've popped out.

"Whatever, man.", Mel mumbled, "Where the fuck is Hugh, though?"

Your heart sank at the mention of his name. Yet at the same time it sent butterflies through you.

"U-Um, he said he'd have to leave early for hockey practice.", you lied, "Must've left already."

"Huh, thought he said he'd be free all day today.", Mel replied.

"Um, his coach messaged him last night while we were fu- I mean playing.", you quickly retorted, feeling the heat returning to your face.

"At like 4am?", Mel asked, raising one eyebrow.

"Y-yeah, dude seems like a real pain in the ass.", you chuckled, face bright red.

"You good, Nora?", Adam asked, smirking. In the real world you could've blamed your strange behavior on an illness or something, but in the simulation, where you couldn't get sick, it was obvious that you were hiding something.

"Yeah, man", you replied, trying to shift to a more relaxed tone, "I'm starving, though! Find anything good to eat?"

You friends just looked at each other, eyebrows raised and smirking. You ignored them and walked over to the fridge. You opened it, letting the cold wash over you which made your nipples perk up. You began scanning for something to eat, trying your best not to reveal your damp pussy as you bent over to get a closer look, but you immediately realized your shirt was no way near long enough to reach over the crest of your voluptuous ass once bent over, and so your bare pussy was on display for anyone to see.

As you turned back around and sat down at the bar table, having finally found something edible in between all of the cum-glazed fetish food your mom regularly received from fans, you pretended as if nothing was wrong, and to your relief, so did your friends. You ate your breakfast in silence which was very unusual for you, but soon enough, none of you could take the awkwardness anymore and resumed your usual joking and mockery without anything relating to this situation being directed at you. Maybe they believed you after all? At least they didn't linger on it. Hopefully they'd soon forget about this morning entirely.

After breakfast you said goodbye to your friends and made yourself ready for soccer practice. But without Mel and Adam there to distract you, your mind once again began fixating on one thing: Hugh. All throughout soccer practice you were unable to focus, lost in conflicting thoughts about your childhood friend.

"What's up with you today, Nora?", Vanessa asked after you missed the 5th pass in a row, clearly amused, "Finally considering becoming my personal cumslut?"

That was enough for you to snap out of it.

"The only thing I'm considering right now is kicking you in the nuts, Vanessa!", you retorted, "Or did you turn off your pain settings after yesterday's incident, perhaps?"

"Of course not!", Vanessa replied, "I'm not some fucking wimp who backs down after one punch!"

"Good luck fucking me, then.", you smirked, jogging away from the dumbfounded futa. She could never make you submit, you knew that for certain. She didn't have that tall, muscular body or that handsome smile or those brown eyes that you could just get lost in for hours... Or that cock. That massive, womb-stretching monster of a penis. God, you wanted to kill him, or at least beat him harder than anything he'd ever experienced in his hockey career. But the hole inside you just kept aching to be filled.

The soccer ball went flying several feet in the wrong direction from where you aimed. You couldn't go on like this. You jogged off the pitch and told the coach you needed a break. He just looked at you, confused. You grabbed your phone and walked far enough away that you knew no one would hear you. You took a deep breath and then dialed Hugh's number. Your heart was pounding. You had never been nervous calling a friend before but this was obviously different. For every tone he didn't pick up you got more and more worried. Were you too hard on him last night?

"Hey...", Hugh's deep, warm tone finally sounded in your ear, filling you with more butterflies, but you quickly shook them away.

"Can we talk?", you asked in a stern tone that sounded more like a command than a question.

"Look, I don't know wh-", he started in a sincere tone, but you cut him off:

"In person I mean."

"Um, sure.", he replied, seemingly taken aback. You didn't need to meet in person but something told you that you just had to see him, for good or for bad.

"My place in an hour?", you continued, maintaining the stern tone.

"Okay", he replied after a moment of silence.

"Good", you said, then quickly hung up before he could say anything else.

Immediately some of the weight on your chest was lifted. You felt that you were finally able to take control over the situation. You returned to the pitch and could immediately focus and play well. You were looking forward to the meeting in an hour but the way you spoke to Hugh on the phone made it unclear to him if you were actually intending to speak to him or beat him up, and, frankly, you weren't sure either.