You fan yourself to fight off the oppressive summer heat that permeates your tiny apartment. The broken AC is hell, but the landlady hasn't sent anyone up to fix it yet. A loud knock at your apartment door startles you from your ruminating. You groan, pushing yourself up off the couch and shuffling over, expecting some salesman or solicitor. When you open the door though, your jaw drops.

There stands Anya, your childhood friend, but she's barely recognizable. The short, skinny girl you knew is gone, replaced by a vivacious young woman with curves in all the right places. Her white tank top is stretched taut to contain her chest, and her jean shorts hug every inch of her shapely body. You stare for a moment too long before catching yourself. Anya grins brightly at your stunned expression, and envelopes you in a sweaty hug. "{{user}}! It's so good to see you!"

You hesitantly hug her back, acutely aware of how her ample chest squishes against your stomach, and feel your face heat up. Anya laughs at your clear discomfort, the sound light and airy.

"Puberty hit me like a truck, huh?" She says, her face glowing in a smile. She pushes past you into your apartment. The thick, cloying scent of sweat, sunlight, and something floral—perfume or shampoo, maybe—follows her inside.

"I've been great! You know... doing the whole college thing. My major is Kinesiology, so I work out a lot and stuff." She giggles cutely, seemingly proud of herself before taking in her surroundings "Wow, your place hasn't changed much either!"

"Oh no, don't worry about me!" *She insists, shaking her head vigorously. "I love to exercise anyway! It keeps me healthy and strong." Her gaze falls on the calendar hanging next to the TV. "Hey, Matt Smith," she says brightly, pointing at it, "When's the next time we can go hiking together?"

"Really? Tomorrow?" She claps her hands together in glee. "That's awesome! I can't wait to see you again tomorrow then." Suddenly, she realizes what she just said and blushes furiously. "Um... not like that," she mumbles, making a face. "I mean as friends of course!"

Her cheeks remain red for several moments before she composes herself once more with another bright smile. "So, how about we plan what to do tomorrow?"

"A drink? Sure, why not!" She sits down on the couch beside you and leans in close, her body heat surrounding yours. "But I'll only have one though. I don't want to end up sleeping on your floor again!" she jokes with a giggle. The scent of her sweat wafts over, igniting a hundred thoughts in your mind. Her arm brushes against yours as they sit together, making your heart race faster. "What do you think we should drink?"

"Oh, okay." *She takes the beer gratefully and pops the cap off with her teeth, handing it to you before taking a long drink herself. She wipes foam from her lips with the back of her hand and sighs contentedly, closing her eyes for a moment as she enjoys the cold liquid sliding down her throat. When she opens them again, she meets your gaze, her expression warm and inviting. "So," she says slowly, drawing out the word as if testing the waters, "tell me more about what you've been up to these past few years."

"Well, it's good to see you taking care of yourself," she says, giving your arm a playful squeeze as if they're old friends. "I bet you've gotten even stronger since I left." She finishes her beer and then reaches out for the remote control, flipping through channels idly until she finds something that catches her eye. "So," she says, turning back to face you with a sly grin, "are you still as clumsy as ever?"

"Hmm... I wonder," Anya says teasingly. "Maybe I could help you with that..." She playfully nudges your shoulder as if to challenge you. Her fingers dance along the hem of her shirt, drawing it up slowly to reveal more of her smooth skin and delicate neck. The motion sends a shiver down your spine, and you can't help but stare at her entranced. "Or..." she continues, trailing off suggestively, "...I could just keep an eye on you."

"Well..." She takes another sip of her drink before setting it down on the table next to her. "I've been learning some self-defense moves lately... nothing too fancy, just in case anyone tries something stupid." Her grin widens playfully. "Maybe I could show you sometime?"

There's an invisible thread connecting the two of you now, tugging at your heartstrings with every move she makes and every word she says. You can tell that this is exactly what Anya wants; to get closer to you, to make you notice her in a different light. And as much as it terrifies you sometimes, it also excites you beyond belief.

"Really?" she says with a gasp, her eyes going wide in disbelief before they narrow into a mischievous grin. "Well then," she continues more confidently now, "I guess we'd better find some time for that soon!" Her arm brushes against yours again, sending another shiver down your spine and making it hard to concentrate on anything but her proximity. "Maybe after our hike tomorrow?" she suggests, already knowing the answer.

The rest of the evening passes in a blur of flirtation and laughter, with Anya using every trick in the book to get your attention. From subtly revealing more skin than before to playfully teasing you about your clumsiness, she keeps you constantly on edge and wanting more. And even though it terrifies him sometimes that she might find out about his feelings for her, Matt can't help but feel like he's

"Oh, good! I can't wait!" she squeals with delight before taking another swig of her beer. "And hey," she continues, setting down the bottle and moving even closer to you on the couch, their thighs pressed together now, "if we have time after that, maybe we could hit up that new j-pop cafe I've been dying to try?" Her breath tickles your earlobe as she whispers in a sultry tone.

Anya's heart races at the thought that you might have plenty of time to spend with her. "Really? You don't have anything else planned?" she asks, suddenly sounding nervous despite herself. Her gaze darts around your living room before coming back to rest on you, searching for any hint of disinterest or boredom in your face. As their thighs touch and his arm brushes against hers once more, Anya can't help but feel giddy with excitement.

"I mean," she continues, her voice taking on a more confident tone now that it seems like you're really into this whole thing, "we could always find something else to do if we get tired of the cafe." Her face flushes at her own boldness and she quickly looks away, pretending to study the pattern on your carpet.

Anya can't help but giggle nervously at the thought of suggesting something more intimate than going out to eat. "I-I mean... we could always watch a movie or something? Or just talk, you know?" She blushes deeper as she says it, realizing how suggestive that sounds coming from her. It's been so long since she's spent time alone with Matt Smith like this, and the rush of feelings is making her feel flustered and out of control.

"Or we could always play a game or something," she offers hurriedly, wanting to change the subject before things get any more awkward between them. "Like Twister or Truth or Dare? That'd be fun, right?" Her eyes search yours for confirmation, her heart racing wildly in her chest as she waits for your response.

The air between them feels charged and electric now, the sexual tension thick

Anya can't believe her ears. She's barely able to form a coherent thought in the midst of all this excitement and anticipation. Her heart races even faster at the prospect of playing such an intimate game with you, wondering what kinds of things she might reveal about herself or learn about you. "Really?" she asks breathlessly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Her fingers tremble as she reaches out to grab one of the Magic 8 Balls that are sitting on your coffee table. She shakes it, watching the blue liquid swirl inside before finally asking aloud: "Should we play Twister or Truth or Dare first?" Her cheeks burn hot from embarrassment but there's also a thrill coursing through her veins as she waits for your answer.

Anya's heart skips a beat as she realizes you picked Truth or Dare first. She takes a deep breath to calm her racing thoughts before nodding slowly. "Okay... truth or dare?" Her fingers twist nervously in her lap, and she can feel herself getting flustered once more.

"Truth," you reply immediately, making it clear that you want her to be honest with you tonight. Anya bites her lip, considering for a moment what secret she might reveal about herself. "Okay... um..." She pauses, searching for the right words before finally blurting out: "I've always had a huge crush on you!" Her face turns bright red as soon as the words leave her mouth; it feels like admitting this aloud has released some sort of weight from her chest.

You stare at her, looking taken aback for a moment before a smile cre

"I-I mean," she stammers, her cheeks burning even brighter now, "I know it's stupid and childish but I just... couldn't help it." Anya drops her gaze to the floor, feeling both embarrassed and relieved at the same time. She wasn't sure if you felt the same way or if she had made a total fool of herself by admitting it.

The air between them feels charged now, heavy with unspoken words and hidden feelings. Anya can feel her heart racing even faster as she waits for your response, desperate to know if what she said meant anything to you at all.

Her heart skips a beat as you say these words. Her face flushes even more with pleasure, and she's unable to hide her grin anymore. It feels like an immense weight has been lifted off her shoulders, knowing that you didn't think she was unattractive or undeserving of affection. She leans in closer to you, excitement coursing through her veins as their bodies brush against each other ever so slightly.

"Really?" she whispers, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. "You think I'm pretty?" Her eyes flutter shut for a moment, savoring this feeling of closeness and acceptance from you. It's intoxicating, making it hard for her to focus on anything else but how amazing this feels right now.

A million thoughts race through her mind, but one thought stands out above all the rest: Maybe... just maybe there's

Her heart skips a beat at your words. "You really think so?" She can't help but smile brightly, her cheeks burning with happiness. This is everything she's ever wanted to hear. For years, she's been afraid to show you how she truly feels for fear of being rejected or misunderstood. But now...now it seems like all that might change.

The weight of insecurity and self-doubt begins to fade away, replaced by a sense of hope and possibility. She bites her lower lip gently, savoring the taste of blood as her body responds to this newfound confidence. With each passing moment, she grows bolder, more daring.

It's like there's an invisible line between them, thin but unmistakable. And right now, they're dancing along it, closer and closer, with every beat of their hearts. The air around them crackles with

She lets out a soft gasp as your hand accidentally brushes against her breast, sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. Her eyes widen in surprise and her cheeks flush an even deeper shade of red as she tries to process what just happened. For a brief moment, panic sets in; is he uncomfortable? Does he want her to stop? But then, your gaze meets hers, and you don't pull away. In fact, it seems like you don't mind at all.

Her breath hitches as she realizes what this means. This isn't just a game anymore; you aren't treating her like some innocent childhood friend. You see her as a desirable woman, and the knowledge sends a wave of exhilaration coursing through her veins. Her heart races wildly in her chest, and she finds herself leaning into your touch even more eagerly

Anya blushes deeply at your words, both embarrassed and flattered by the fact that you've noticed her height. She lifts her gaze to meet yours before looking away again, feeling a warmth spread through her body. "Well... I did grow a bit," she says softly, smiling shyly. The feel of your hands on her skin sends tingles up and down her spine; it's almost too much to bear.

She gathers all the courage she can muster, takes a deep breath, and leans in closer still. Her lips meet yours with a tentative brush before pressing harder, her tongue darting out to explore your mouth. The world around them seems to fade away as their passion ignites, leaving nothing but the two of them locked together in a sea of desire.

Her eyes widen in surprise as you lift her up into your arms, her heart racing wildly against her ribs. She clings to you, running her fingers through your hair and kissing you even more fiercely. The feel of your strong arms around her makes her melt, overwhelmed with desire for this man who is finally showing her the passion she's always craved.

Her hips grind against yours as she urges you closer, their bodies pressing together in perfect harmony. Her breath comes out in short pants and gasps as you explore every inch of skin exposed by her tank top and jean shorts. She arches into your touch, moaning softly into your mouth at the pleasure coursing through her.

With each passing moment, she feels more and more connected to you, as if the two of you were always meant to be together like this. Her lips trail kisses down your j

Anya laughs softly against your neck at your comment, her breath tickling the skin there as she squirms in your arms. "Well... I did eat my weight in sushi today," she teases, tilting her head back to look up at you with a mischievous glint in her eye. Her hips rock against yours once more, and she moans deeper into the kiss, the pleasure between her legs growing stronger by the second.

Her fingers dig into your shoulders as you walk through the living room, guiding you toward the bedroom. The mattress springs creak beneath them as they collapse onto the bed together, Anya's laughter turning into a needy whimper as your hands roam over her body with renewed vigor. She arches her back off the bed, pressing her chest against yours and grinding against you until she feels the familiar pressure building inside.

"Oh God!" she cries out, arching her back even further as you squeeze her ass. Her hips circle faster against yours, seeking release from the ache building between her legs. With every moan and grunt that escapes her lips, she feels herself growing closer to the edge. She digs her nails into your shoulders harder, leaving trails of red down your skin as she pleads for more.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps, her body trembling with anticipation. The pleasure is almost too much to bear; it feels like every nerve ending in her body has come alive, focused solely on this moment, on the feel of you inside her, the taste of you on her lips. She can feel herself getting closer and closer, teetering on the brink of oblivion...

With one swift movement, you turn her over onto her stomach, pinning her down on the bed with your weight. Her moans muffle into the mattress as she feels your erection pressing against her ass, teasing and taunting. She arches her back once more, offering herself to you in desperate plea for release. "Please," she whispers, her voice husky and raw with need.

Her fingers claw at the sheets beneath her as you slam into her from behind, your body pressing hers into the mattress. The pain blends seamlessly with the pleasure coursing through her veins, making every thrust that much more intense, more satisfying. She can feel herself starting to lose control again, the edge drawing closer and closer with each powerful stroke.

Her eyes squeze shut as you push deeper inside her, filling her up in ways she never knew possible. The roughness of your movements echoes the raw emotions churning within her, amplifying each sensation tenfold. She grips the sheets tighter, biting back a moan as waves of pleasure wash over her, threatening to send her careening off the edge.

Your body presses firmly against hers, driving home each thrust with precision and power. The feel of your skin sliding against hers sends shivers down her spine, making every touch that much more intoxicating. She can sense herself getting closer now, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as the intensity builds to a fever pitch. Her entire body tenses, ready to explode at your touch.