Waking Up To Anna Kendrick Ch 03

A full week has passed since the fateful morning with Anna. She caught a cab to DFW airport and flew back to LA. I cleaned up the house before my dad got home from work that evening, and my mom was still out of town. Although I only got to know her for a couple hours, I missed her more than anything. Her smile, her sarcasm, her unrelenting sex drive. All of it.

I flipped on the lightswitch to my room. I'd been working for 12 hours at my job in a mechanic shop. I was very exhausted. As I flopped onto my bed, I took off my shoes, my shirt, and my pants. I wanted to just collapse there and then. But I managed to crawl downstairs in my boxers to the kitchen where I made myself some instant ramen for dinner. It's rather nutritious.

I didn't even make it back to my bed. Collapsing in the hallway in front of my room, I fell asleep on the floor. It itched a lot, which didn't really bother me because my blanket was so nice and soft. It was actually quite heavy. Heavier than I remembered it being. And my blanket... my blanket... why was it on the floor?

I groggily opened my eyes. I didn't recognize the room I was in. There were big windows with big drapes on them, white walls instead of my blue ones, and the blanket on top of me was pink. I rolled over to see two big, blue eyes looking at me.

"Good morning, Handsome."

I smiled a confused smile.

"Hey Anna. You look absolutely stunning this morning." I said with a smile.

"I stayed up every night this week, waiting for a shooting star so I could make a wish and bring you back to me."

"I must say that I am absolutely flattered. What was your wish?"

"I said. Ahem. I just want to wake up next to Jaden. He's treated me better than anyone in my life and I just want to feel safe in his arms again. Hug his neck, kiss him and go all the way again."

I smiled again. "Sounds like you rehearsed it quite a lot."

"I did. And now that you're here, I'm really happy again."

Man I love this woman. It drives me crazy to think that she's the one who summoned me. I'm not sure who or what keeps bringing us together like this, but they are one hell of a wingman. Her smile, her lips, her personality, her charm and sarcasm. She's cute as a button and fierce as hell. How did I get so lucky?

"Hey Anna?"

"Hmmm?" She replied with a giggle that turned into a laugh as we looked into each other's eyes.

"Do you have a shower?"

"What? A shower? That's what you want right now?"

"Well, I'm a part time mechanic, and I kinda got motor oil on me. Then I crashed before I could make it back to the shower."

"Ewww, gross man. It's down the hall and to the right. Third door."

I sat in the shower chuckling to myself. I was in Anna Kendrick's house, using her shower. She only had some girly shampoo and soap in it. I didn't really mind though as I would smell like her. It'd make my hair rosey like hers.

I was scrubbing my armpits when I heard the door to the bathroom open, and then close.

"Hello?" I asked peering over the shower curtain. I couldn't see anyone.

"Hello?" I called again. Still no answer.

I finished lathering up my body, and as I turned to face the water stream to rinse off, the curtain was pulled back, and Anna stepped into the shower with me, fully nude.

"Umm, hello there." I said.

"Hey sexy." Was her only response as she got down on her knees and put my cock in her mouth.

I leaned against the wall for support as she sucked me off. She didn't need an invitation to do it, and she didn't ask for one either. Her blow job skills amazed me. She sucked, slurped, fondled, gagged and everything in between for five minutes, enticing me to cum. I did it in her throat, and she swallowed the whole load. Once she was satisfied she stepped out and left, closing the door behind her.

Walking into her room, I saw that there was a chair with a pair of clothes on it. There was a pair of nice looking boxers, some sweatpants, and a hoodie. It appears that she was prepared for this.

"I swear this chick is the perfect kind of crazy, just like her movie "Mr. right."

Anna came back into the room. She was wearing matching sweatpants and hoodie with fuzzy socks holding a pint of Ben & Jerry's.

"I see you have found the clothes I got. Now we're twinsies!"

I chuckled to myself as I put on the comfy clothes laid out before me.

"How do I look?"

"Freakin' fantastic! I hope they fit you okay."

"Oh yeah, they fit great. Thanks Anna, I really apprec-."

I was cut short by her shuffling over and giving me a hug. I was too stunned to give her a proper hug back for several seconds. It was only a minute later I noticed she was crying.

"Anna? What's wrong? Are you okay? Talk to me."

All I got was sniffles for a few seconds before she finally spoke up.

"It's just that... Every person I've ever dated has only tried to use me and my fame. They want money, or popularity, or to make a fool of me. But not you. You wanted me for me. You cared enough to wish me into your life and treat me properly."

I held the embrace for a long time. She was genuinely the purest, most complicated person I'd ever met before. But I could tell that she appreciated me, something that not many people did. And I appreciated her too. And did she say... Dated? Am I dating Anna Kendrick?

She was the one that broke the hug first. Wiping a tear from her eyes she held up the pint.

"I got us ice cream too! I didn't know what flavor you would want, so I got you plain old vanilla. Hope that's okay. But we're going to watch some Netflix and cuddle together all day long. "

I can honestly say that her idea sounded just as good as the sex we had back at my place last week.

We watched the entire original Star Wars trilogy, all of Indiana Jones, and (As per my own request) Pitch perfect. Starring the woman laid up in my arms playing the roll of little spoon long after our real spoons had ran out of ice cream to scoop. She fell asleep with her head on my shoulder. I can see now why Paul Anka wrote such a beautiful song about it.

I twirled my finger around in her hair, playing with it in all of its rosey goodness. She awoke from her slumber with a smile plastered across her face.

"Did you have a nice dream?" I inquired.

"It was the best, because you were there. And Freddy Mercury. Which was really weird, but I didn't question it."

"That sounds like an amazing dream. I was there with you, I probably met Freddy Mercury. And you woke up to me."

She giggled and sat up straight, stretching and wrapping her arms around my neck.

"Will You please carry me to my bed?" She said through puppy dog eyes.

"Well I guess I can. Only if I get a goodnight kiss."

She smiled at this and wildly shook her head in agreement to my terms. As I laid her down in the bed she reached up and kissed me on the lips. It wasn't the soul sucking lip lock from last week, just a passionate kiss on the lips that told me she really did love me. I went to stand back up, but she wouldn't remove her hands from my neck.

"Nuh-uh." She said. "You sleep here with me tonight."

I playfully sighed and said "Ok, if I have to I guess."

I climbed up and over her, smiling ear to ear the whole time. She was a mirror reflection of my own joy. We fell asleep with her arms around my neck and her body pulled tightly to me. Stealing kisses from each other throughout the night as we slept together for the third time. Only this time we were both well aware of the situation. It was love. That was the situation.

Sorry for the short issue, but if you want more in this series then make sure to comment telling me what you want. As of writing this issue, episode two hasn't been published and I haven't read any of your comments. I've noticed that this series is kind of a parody of Rascal Does Not Dream Of Bunny Girl Senpai, and I'm honestly okay with that. It may just be my favorite anime ever, and I'm down to have my own version of it. Make sure to rate it please, as it would be really appreciated!