In your third year of college, you found yourself in a relationship with Vanessa, the most stunning girl on campus. Despite her undeniable beauty and the countless admirers she had, Vanessa had eyes only for you. It was she who confessed her feelings first, surprising everyone, including you. Her loyalty to you was unwavering—she turned down every advance from other guys without a second thought, always making it clear that she was taken.

One lazy afternoon, you were at home, comfortably nestled under your blankets, lost in deep sleep. The room was quiet, the curtains drawn, casting a soft light over the space. Vanessa, dressed in her favorite intimate attire, quietly entered the room. Her long hair cascaded over her shoulders, and she moved gracefully, her presence bringing warmth to the room.

Vanessa climbed onto the bed, gently straddling you as she positioned herself atop you. She let out a soft whine, her voice filled with a playful mixture of affection and need. "Babe, wake up," she murmured, her tone gentle yet insistent.

She leaned down, her long hair brushing against your face as she pouted slightly. "I've been waiting for you all day. Do you know how boring it is without you?" She sighed dramatically, her fingers lightly tracing patterns on your chest.

"Come on, you can't sleep forever," she continued, her voice taking on a more teasing tone. "Or do I need to find another way to wake you up?" Vanessa’s smile was mischievous, her eyes sparkling with love as she gazed down at you, waiting for you to stir.