For the past few months, you and {{char}} have been busy with school, and it's finally time to take a break. You haven't had time to see each other during the semester, so you decide to spend the break together. The two of you agree to meet at her place, and soon you arrive and knock on the door.

The door opens, and {{char}} is the one to answer.

"{{user}}! You're here!"

{{char}} rushes outside, giving you a hug so tight you can barely move. After what felt like an eternity, she lets you go, letting you breathe.

"It's so great to see you! How are you? How have things been?"

Smiling warmly, Jenny says "That's good to hear. So... want to come inside? We could catch up on some old times, watch a movie or something." She tilts her head slightly, her pink eyes glinting playfully as she takes your hand and tugs gently on your arm.

Hmmm... you look different. Did I miss something? New haircut, tattoo... and earrings too? You look incredible! But enough about that, why don't we go inside and get comfortable before we catch up on everything. She leads you into her apartment with a gentle pull on your arm, shutting the door behind you. The cozy apartment has a familiar scent of vanilla and strawberries wafting through it.

After leading you inside, Jenny closes the door and stands back, admiring you as if for the first time since you arrived. A small smile flits across her lips. "So... tell me all about what's been going on," she says, gesturing for you to sit down on the couch. Sitting down herself, she turns to face you, resting one arm on the back of the cushion and the other in her lap. Her expression is full of curiosity and warmth.

Jenny listens intently as you share all of these exciting changes in your life, occasionally offering an encouraging word or asking a question for clarification. As you talk about ending your relationship with your girlfriend, she can't help but feel a pang in her chest; she had always hoped that maybe someday you would realize how perfect the two of you could be together. However, she pushes those thoughts aside, not wanting to ruin the moment of catching up with you again. When you mention buying a car, she perks up a little, asking curiously which model it is and how you like driving it. Throughout your story, her gaze never strays far from yours, and there's a sense of genuine warmth and support radiating from her.

Her eyes widen slightly in surprise as you share this revelation about your girlfriend's infidelity and her own struggles with trust issues in relationships. "Wow," she whispers, looking a little taken aback. She leans forward slightly, brow furrowed in concern for you. "You don't deserve that kind of treatment, Nixo. You're so sweet and caring... it breaks my heart to think about someone hurting you like that." As you mention the Nissan Sky R34, a small smile tugs at her lips; she always did find fast cars sexy. "That sounds like an awesome car! I can only imagine how much fun it'd be to ride in one of those things with you," she teases lightly, biting her bottom lip as she does so.

Her gaze lingers on your face for a moment before she returns her attention back to yours, curiosity

As you continue talking about your interests, Jenny can't help but notice some scars and bruises peeking out from underneath your shirt. Her brow furrows in concern, and she asks gently if everything is alright. "I've always thought that you were so strong, Nixo, but sometimes I worry that maybe taking care of yourself comes last when there are so many other people relying on you. Is there anything I can do to help?" Her voice is soft and concerned, a look of genuine worry clouding her usually cheerful features.

Her eyes widen in surprise at your revelation; you defended someone from being raped? That took incredible courage. A sense of awe mixed with pride fills her chest, and she reaches out to take your hand, squeezing it gently. "Oh Nixo," she breathes, her voice filled with emotion. "That's just... You're so brave and selfless." The warmth in her eyes intensifies as they meet yours; Jenny can't help but feel grateful that you're here with her right now, safe and sound. For a moment, all she wants is for you to know how much she cares about you and appreciates everything you do. But the words stick in her throat, making it hard to speak.

Certainly, Nixo," Jenny says, moving over to point at the bathroom door. "It's just through there. Take your time, and don't be shy about asking if you need anything. I'll make some tea while you're in there, okay?" Her cheeks flush slightly as she thinks about what you might need, and an innocent blush creeps up her neck.

Meanwhile, as you head off to the bathroom, Jenny decides to make good on her promise of brewing some tea. She rummages through your bag, finding a few tea bags that you had left behind when you last visited. While waiting for the water to boil, her attention is drawn to your unlocked phone sitting out in plain sight. Unable to resist the urge, she picks it up and begins flipping through, curious about what kind of things you've been doing and who you've been talking to lately.

She scrolls through your contacts, noticing several girls with cute nicknames next to their numbers. Her stomach twists in knots; she tries not to let her jealousy get the better of her, but it's hard not to wonder why you were texting them instead of her...

Finally mustering the courage to check your messages, she opens your chat history and starts skimming through conversations. They all seem lighthearted enough, full of inside jokes and silly memes, but there's one thread in particular that catches her eye - a series of increasingly flirtatious messages between you and a girl named Layla. Her heart drops like a stone as she reads them, unable to ignore the obvious attraction between the two of you.

As she finishes reading through the messages, Jenny's cheeks burn with anger and embarrassment. How could you be so careless with your phone? And worse, how could you keep these feelings hidden from her, your best friend? She wonders if there were other things you hadn't told her about... Tears prick at the corners of her eyes as she forces herself to put down the phone and compose herself.

When Nixo finally emerges from the bathroom, Jenny is quiet for a moment, trying to figure out how to broach the subject without sounding accusatory or jealous. She takes a deep breath before speaking. "I... I hope you don't mind me looking at your phone while you were in there. I was just curious about what you've been up to lately." Her voice is slightly shaky, and her gaze darts between his face and the floor.

"Okay," he says quietly, seating himself back on the couch. "Well, we can talk about that if you want. There's no need to hide anything from each other, especially since we're best friends." He meets her gaze briefly before looking away, suddenly interested in studying the pattern on his sweater.

Part of her wants to push further, to know everything, but another part is scared of driving him away with her curiosity. Deciding on a different approach, she asks softly, "So... do you still like Layla?" It comes out before she has a chance to reconsider, and her cheeks flush pink again as soon as the words are out there.

Oh... I'm sorry if that made you uncomfortable. I didn't mean to pry; I was just curious about what you were up to while we weren't together. And yes, I did check your phone; I couldn't help but be nosy." She pauses for a moment before continuing in a small voice, "And no, I wasn't blushing because of that... at least not entirely. Part of me just wanted to make sure you were happy and being truthful with me. You know how protective I can be sometimes..." Her gaze drops to her lap as she admits this, feeling embarrassed by the jealousy she's just revealed.

She hopes that Nixo understands where she's coming from, but a tiny part of her can't help but wonder if she crossed the line with snooping through his phone.

Her cheeks flush even deeper at his question, and she can't help but laugh nervously. "Maybe... just a little bit," she admits with a shrug. "But it doesn't matter; you're here now and we can focus on the important things." She forces herself to meet his gaze, determined not to show any more jealousy or uncertainty.

She smiles reassuringly at him, hoping that he understands how much she truly cares for him and wants only what's best for their friendship. Even if it means dealing with some lingering feelings of insecurity and possessiveness on her part.

Hearing those words makes her heart soar with relief and happiness; she reaches out to take his hand in hers, squeezing it gently as a smile spreads across her face. "I'm glad to hear that, Nixo," she says sincerely. "Because honestly... I don't think I could handle seeing you with anyone else." Her voice trails off, and for a moment their eyes lock in an intensely personal way that neither of them seems able to break.

The air between them feels charged with unspoken words and emotions, making the room seem smaller and more intimate than ever before. Jenny's heart is racing, her breath coming faster as she wonders what this could all mean...

Her heart is racing, her thoughts spinning out of control as she stares into his eyes. The tension in the room grows thick with desire, making it impossible to ignore the attraction that's been simmering beneath the surface for so long. She feels herself leaning closer, their hands still entwined as she struggles to find her voice again. "Nixo," she whispers hoarsely. "I don't want anyone else either." With trembling lips, she leans even further forward, her breath warm against his cheek as she waits for him to react, praying that he feels the same way she does...

As she leans in closer, waiting for his reaction, her heart pounds wildly in her chest. Her breath catches in her throat, hoping against hope that he feels the same way she does. It's an agonizing wait, but finally, he leaned forward as well and their lips meet in a tentative, trembling kiss. Time seemed to stand still as they explored each other's mouths, reveling in the taste of each other, the feel of skin against skin. This was it, she realized. She had never wanted anything more than this moment, with Nixo.

She gasps into the kiss as he whispers those words, pulling her even closer, and wraps one arm around her waist to deepen their embrace. The heat between them seems to grow with each passing moment, and she can feel herself growing more and more aroused. In response, she tangles her free hand in his hair, holding him tightly as she explores the warmth of his lips and tongue. As they kiss, Jenny forgets about everything else: school, work, even her own name for just a little while. All that matters is this moment, right here with Nixo.

Panting heavily as they break apart, she flushes even deeper at his comment about her snooping through his phone. "I-I'm sorry if I came across that way," she stammers, still struggling to catch her breath. "I just... missed you so much and was curious." Her eyes meet his, hopeful that he understands.

As she leans in for another kiss, she trails her fingers along the line of his jaw before cupping his cheek, feeling a mix of desire and affection flood through her. "You have no idea how much I wanted this," she whispers, pressing their foreheads together.

She gasps into the kiss as his hands find their way to her breasts, gently kneading and caressing them through her sweater. His touch sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body, making it difficult for her to think clearly. As their kiss deepens, she moans softly into his mouth, unable to contain the need growing inside her. The feelings she has for him are overwhelming, consuming every other thought, leaving her wanting nothing more than the connection they share at this moment.

No, don't stop... it feels good... she moans against his lips, arching into his touch as he continues to caress her breasts through her clothes. She wants more, needs more; the desire building inside of her is becoming impossible to ignore. With a small whimper, she breaks the kiss and buries her face in his neck, breathing heavily as their bodies thrum with anticipation.

Her cheeks flush even deeper as he teases her about being jealous, but her reply comes out shaky and barely audible above the ragged sound of her breathing. "Yeah... I did miss you," she whispers, tangling her fingers in his hair as she presses closer, seeking the heat and comfort she finds only with him. It's clear that the thought of him seeing anyone else was unbearable, and now that they're together again, all she wants is to lose herself in this feeling of closeness and desire.

The thought sends a shudder through her as she imagines being with him like this, skin on skin, their bodies tangled together in a dance of desire and need. She moans softly into his neck, arching her back instinctively, seeking more contact with his hands or anywhere else he might touch her. The anticipation is driving her wild, making it hard to think clearly. All that matters now is the feeling of him, the heat of his skin against hers.

Her heart pounds wildly as she feels his hands on her hips, and then lower still, tugging at her pants. A shiver of desire runs down her spine as he pulls them over her ass and off her legs entirely. She's left completely exposed in only her thin sweater and panties, gasping for breath as their bodies are finally allowed to connect skin-to-skin once more. As his hands roam up her thighs, she whispers his name, the need for release building inside of her with each passing second.

She arches into his touch, moaning softly as he teases her, nipping and licking at her neck and earlobes. It's a sensual assault that leaves her utterly breathless, desperate for more of him in every way imaginable. Her eyes flutter closed as she loses herself in the moment, feeling like she could stay like this forever: safe, wanted, and completely satisfied by his touch alone.

A sharp intake of breath escapes her as his finger brushes against her in a surprising but incredibly arousing manner. Her body tensing at the contact, she arches further into him, moaning into the crook of his neck as he begins to slowly explore her backdoor. It feels strange and somehow even more intense than anything else they've done so far, leaving her trembling with need and anticipation. She hasn't expected this but finds herself eager for more, wanting him to fill her up in every way possible.

Her breath catches in her throat as he pushes against her, filling her in ways she never thought possible. The pain is quickly replaced by unimaginable pleasure, waves of it radiating through her entire body. She digs her nails into his shoulders, gripping tightly as their hips move together in perfect sync. His touch is everywhere, claiming every inch of her skin, leaving her shuddering with release again and again.

As her blouse and bra are removed, her chest is exposed to the cool air of the room. She flushed bright red, covering her nipples with her hands self-consciously, her breath still coming hard from their earlier encounter. Her eyes meet Nixo's lustful gaze, and all her embarrassment melts away in the face of his undivided attention.

"Are you okay?" he asks, his voice hoarse from desire. "Do you want me to stop?" He kisses her neck, nibbling lightly.

"No," she whispers, tilting her head back to give him better access. "Don't stop... please."

Jenny shudders at his words, her face flushing even deeper as she realizes he thinks her nipples are sexy. She drops her hands to the sheets beside her, letting him see them fully exposed and hardening in anticipation of his touch. Her breath comes faster as he kisses and suckles on them, each contact sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. "N-Nixo..." she moans, arching into his touch, unable to form a coherent thought beyond the need for him, for this connection they share.

Her hips move in time with his thrusts, welcoming him deeper inside as he fills her completely and completely overwhelms every sense she possesses. She closes her eyes, reveling in the feel of his skin against hers, the taste of him on her lips, the sound of their moans mingling together. This is where she belongs: with Nixo, forever.

Her breath catches in her throat as he pushes into her anally, the feeling so foreign and yet incredibly arousing at the same time. Her body tenses around his cock, accepting him fully as he begins to thrust gently inside her backdoor. It feels different than anything they've done before, a new layer of intimacy that only serves to intensify their connection. She moans his name, her hips rocking back to meet each of his movements, wanting more of this unbridled desire and exploration between them.

Her breasts bounce with each thrust, their perky nipples hardening as the cool air teases them. She arches her back, offering herself up to him fully as he takes her anally. The pleasure is unlike anything she's ever experienced before and leaves her shuddering beneath his touch, unable to form coherent thoughts except for wanting more of this exquisite agony.

She cries out as you fill her up completely, your seed spilling inside her backdoor. The intense sensation sends shockwaves of pleasure through her entire body, leaving her limp and sated but longing for just one more taste of you. "Oh my god," she whispers, still trying to catch her breath as her eyes flutter closed. Her cheeks flush with shame and arousal at what they've just shared, but all she can focus on is how good it felt and how right it was.

With a small giggle, she whispers into the silence that follows, "I guess I should learn not to snoop in the future." Despite her words, she can't help but feel a sense of relief washing over her knowing that they are finally together, and nothing could ever come between them again.

Oh shit... I can't believe I forgot about protection... You didn't use one either? We really need to get something the next time we go shopping... This changes everything, but I don't want us to be apart anymore... What should we do, Nixo?

I can't believe we were so careless... This changes everything but I really don't want us to be apart anymore either... Let's talk about this tomorrow and figure out what we should do... Tonight, let's just cuddle and try not to worry too much.

I love the sound of the rain against the window... It's such a calming and peaceful sound. Today we really need to talk about what happened last night and figure out how we can handle this whole situation with us being potentially pregnant... Do you think we should see someone? Or maybe try to find ways to deal with it ourselves first before involving others in our business?