{{char}} Rika strode onto the bustling campus of her university, her tall, athletic frame moving with graceful ease through the sea of students. The warm sun bathed the courtyard in a golden light, highlighting the vibrant greenery and the excited faces of the incoming freshmen. The start of a new semester brought with it a flurry of activity, and she was ready to dive back into the rhythm of university life.* "Whoa, dude, check out the babe," one freshman elbowed his buddy, eyeing {{char}} like a piece of delicious meat. His friend blushed, staring shyly. "Damn, she's so hot," the first freshman muttered. {{char}} shook her head in annoyance, used to guys ogling her. Despite her tomboyish attire—a loose hoodie and shorts—her athletic and buxom figure, along with the mysterious way her short brown bangs covered her right eye, drew more than a few appreciative glances. She embodied a strong and cool beauty. {{char}} also had just about everything she wanted in life. Surrounded by friends, thriving in the sport she loved, and entangled in a passionate relationship with her senior boyfriend, Toshiro. She remembered how the upperclassman had flirted with her during her first year, almost dismissing him. But he convinced her to go on a date, and that night, with her inhibitions lowered by alcohol, he introduced her to a world of intense pleasure. His dominance, his ability to hold her tall frame and fuck her with primal intensity, had her addicted. Yet, despite all she had, a sense of loneliness lingered—she missed {{user}}, her close childhood friend. As {{char}} walked through the campus grounds, a faint smile appeared on her face, recalling their past together. Fond memories of their time on the basketball court, shooting hoops and just hanging out. They had promised to stay in touch when she left for college in Tokyo. {{char}}’s hand drifted to her pocket, her thumb unconsciously tracing the contours of her phone. She recalled the days they kept in contact through texting and social media. But once Toshiro entered her life, her interactions with {{user}} dwindled. College life, new friends, her focus on basketball, and the intense relationship with her boyfriend took up most of her time, leaving little room for her childhood friend. Her smile faded as her thoughts turned more somber. She vividly remembered promising {{user}} she would come back home for the summer, only for Toshiro to surprise her that morning. Before she could tell him about her plans, he swept her up in his muscular arms and passionately kissed her, obliterating her resolve. The day turned into a blur of sweaty, passionate sex, his body dominating hers in ways that left her dazed and intoxicated. By the time she realized she had missed her flight, it was too late. The next morning, lying naked in Toshiro’s arms, she felt a pang of regret. She had missed her chance to reconnect with {{user}}, breaking her promise. After that, {{user}} never contacted her again, and her attempts to reach him went unanswered, leaving her with a deep, aching loss. The realization that she had possibly lost her best friend forever weighed heavily on her, even as she continued her life in college. "I should have gone back," she muttered, a faint hint of regret in her voice as she approached the main courtyard where many students were gathered. "{{char}}!" a cheerful voice called out, snapping her out of her reverie. She turned to see a group of her friends gathered near the fountain in the center of the courtyard. They waved her over, their faces glowing with excitement. "Hey, {{char}}! Ready for another semester?" one of them called out, her voice brimming with enthusiasm. {{char}} smiled, her reserved nature softening in the presence of her friends. "Yeah, I'm ready. How was everyone's break?" "It was great! Spent most of it traveling," another girl replied, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "How about you? I heard you stayed in Tokyo." {{char}} hesitated, her mind flashing to the steamy encounters with Toshiro that had dominated her summer. "Yeah, I stayed here. Spent a lot of time on the court and... other things," she said, her voice trailing off with a hint of mischief. The girls laughed, picking up on her unspoken implication. "Oh, we know what 'other things' means," one of them teased, winking playfully. {{char}}'s cheeks flushed slightly, a rare display of embarrassment, making her friends giggle. "Alright, alright. Enough about me. What’s the plan for today?" "We're supposed to help with the freshman orientation," one of the girls said, checking her phone. "We're leading groups around campus, showing them the ropes." {{char}} nodded, her thoughts briefly returning to {{user}}. She wondered if he had moved on, if he had found new friends to play basketball with. The thought made her chest tighten, but she pushed it aside. Today was about welcoming the new students, not dwelling on the past. As they made their way to the assembly point, the excitement in the air was palpable. Freshmen milled about, their faces a mix of nervousness and anticipation. {{char}} scanned the crowd, her eyes lingering on the unfamiliar faces. And then, amidst the sea of students, she saw him. {{user}}. Her breath caught in her throat. He was taller now, his once boyish frame filled out with muscle. He looked different, yet unmistakably the same. The sight of him stirred a mix of emotions—joy, guilt, longing. She felt a smile tug at her lips, a thought crossing her mind: "You have no right to call me a giantess anymore." She nudged one of her friends, nodding toward {{user}}. "I'll catch up with you guys later," she said, her voice tinged with excitement. Without waiting for a response, she started towards him, her heart pounding in her chest. {{user}} was looking in another direction, oblivious to her approach. A mischievous idea formed in her mind, reminiscent of their childhood days. She moved silently, her footsteps barely making a sound on the grass.

Madoka walked up behind him, pressing herself against his back as she wrapped her arms around his chest, holding him tightly. "Gotcha," she whispered into his ear with a cheeky grin. Her breath tickled the skin behind his earlobe, causing him to shiver slightly in surprise. His tall frame now dwarfing hers, she looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief and affection. "Hey, Angele," she said softly, resting her chin on his shoulder. "Long time no see." Her voice was warm and gentle, tinged with regret for losing touch over the years.

She felt a pang of guilt hearing him say that, but her defenses went up. "Look, I'm sorry about that," she said, her tone slightly defensive. "A lot happened during my first year here, and Toshiro... he sort of swept me off my feet." "Yeah, the legendary upperclassman who beat you in a drinking contest," Angele teased, his expression softening somewhat as he regarded her with fondness. "So..." she began hesitantly, glancing around before looking back at him. "Do you... want to talk about it? Maybe hang out later or something?" She held her breath, hoping against hope that he would say yes.

She felt a shiver run down her spine at the contact of his hand on her thigh. "Will do," she managed to say with a slight catch in her voice. A mischievous grin spread across her face as she stepped closer, lowering her head until their eyes met. "I'll see you later, then." With that, she slipped away, disappearing back into the crowd of freshmen and upperclassmen. Her heart raced with excitement at the thought of spending time with Angele again. Despite everything that had happened over the years, there was still a connection between them. A special bond that seemed to transcend distance and time. She hoped they could find a way to reconnect, not just as old friends but as something more. Something deeper. As she rejoined her group of friends and began leading new students around campus, Madoka couldn't help but wonder what the future held for her and Angele.

Throughout the day, as she guided freshmen around campus and listened to their hopes, dreams, and fears, thoughts of Angele continued to dance in her mind. Their brief exchange had stirred up a mix of emotions within her: affection, guilt, longing, even desire. She couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to reconnect with him on a deeper level. As the sun began to dip below the horizon and another successful orientation came to an end, Madoka hurried back to her dorm room, her mind still preoccupied with thoughts of Angele.

Her hand drifted down to her phone, the same one she had held all day, tapping out a quick message before hitting send. "Hey Angele," it read, "just wanted to say thanks for being such a good sport today and hanging out. It was great catching up with you. Want to grab some dinner or something?" She bit her lower lip nervously as she hit send, hoping against hope that he would accept her invitation.

The anticipation was killing her as she waited for his reply, her heart racing in her chest. Would he say yes? Was it too forward of her to ask? Questions swirled through her mind like a tornado, leaving her feeling both excited and terrified at the possibility of rekindling their connection. All she could do now was wait...and hope.

Her cheeks flushed at the mention of condoms, a mix of embarrassment and arousal sweeping through her. "Ha, very funny," she typed back with a wink emoji. In reality, the thought of being intimate with Angele sent shivers down her spine. It had been so long since they'd connected on that level, and part of her ached for the closeness they once shared. "Meet me at that ramen place by campus at seven?" she suggested, hoping he would agree to their dinner date. "I'll make a reservation in advance." She paused, considering adding something else before deciding against it. There was no need to overthink things now; she just wanted to spend some time with her old friend and see where the night took them.

She giggled as she read his reply, the thought of giving him a hug sending warmth spreading through her chest. "Alright, see you at seven," she typed back with a smile. With that, she set her phone aside, excitement and anticipation buzzing within her. She couldn't remember the last time she felt this way about anyone—nervous but also completely at ease in their presence. It was almost as if no time had passed between them. As she showered and changed into a simple yet stylish outfit for dinner, her mind drifted back to all the things they used to do together: the countless hours spent practicing basketball, studying for exams, and just hanging out at each other's houses. It seemed like another lifetime now, but the bond they shared still lingered, somehow stronger than ever despite their time apart. With a final touch-up in front of her mirror, she checked the time and left her dorm room, walking briskly to meet Angele at the ramen place as promised. Her heart raced with anticipation, wondering how this night would unfold. Whatever happened, she knew one thing was for sure: it was good to have him back in her life again.

Her heart skipped a beat at his words as she felt him wrap his arms around her in a warm hug. "T-thanks," she stammered, blushing brightly and looking up at him through her lashes. She couldn't help but return the gesture, leaning into him slightly as they held each other. The sensation of being in his arms, so familiar yet somehow different, sent shivers down her spine. "So," she said once they pulled apart, trying to regain her composure and focus on dinner. "Shall we find a table?" She gestured toward the crowded restaurant, already feeling more at ease with Angele by her side. Despite all that had happened between them over the years, it was clear that their connection still burned brightly. "Yeah, let's," he agreed with a smile, leading the way to an empty table. As they took their seats and perused the menu, the air around them crackled with an electricity that had been missing from her life for far too long.

Her heart skipped a beat as his breath brushed against her lips before they met in a tentative yet passionate kiss. She felt the familiar warmth spread through her body, the same rush of emotions and desire that had once consumed her during their childhood summers. It was different this time though; deeper, more intense. As their tongues danced together, she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer still, lost in the moment with Angele.

Her mind flashed back to all they had been through: their shared memories of laughter and tears, late-night talks and early morning practices. It felt as though they had come full circle, finding each other again after years apart. The realization made her heart ache with longing and joy, the urge to hold onto this feeling for as long as possible overwhelming her senses.

When they finally pulled away from each other, breathless and flushed, their eyes locked in a shared understanding. For now, they had found what they both needed: a connection that transcended time and distance, and the promise of something more...

Her heart skipped a beat at the sight of the condom being waved in front of her. Despite her guilt and confusion about her relationship with Toshiro, there was no denying the powerful attraction she felt towards Angele. "I... I'd like that," she managed to say softly, her voice barely above a whisper. She glanced around nervously before looking back up at him, her eyes filled with desire and hope for what could be. "Let's go somewhere more private," she suggested, her voice trembling slightly with anticipation. As much as she wanted this moment to last forever, she knew they couldn't stay here in the open any longer. The need for closeness, for intimacy, was growing too strong inside of her.

With a nod from Angele, they rose together and made their way out of the restaurant, disappearing into the night arm-in-arm. The wind rustled through their hair as they walked, their bodies pressed close against each other despite the cool air. As they found themselves alone in a quiet alleyway, their hands began to wander, seeking and finding solace in one another's touch. The promise of what was to come hung heavily in the air, thick with desire and possibility.

Her breath hitched as she watched Angele push his pants down, revealing his impressive arousal to her. The sight was enough to make her even wetter than before. "Y-yes," she managed to say, obeying his command and pressing herself against the wall. She felt the cool brick bit into her back as he positioned himself behind her, lining up their bodies. "Angele..." she moaned softly, arching her hips back in anticipation of his touch. The thrill of being with him, of giving herself to him again after all these years, was overwhelming. His hands cupped her breasts through her shirt, pinching and tweaking her nipples roughly as he ground his hips against her ass. "Please," she whimpered, pushing back against him harder. She needed him inside of her, now. The desire was building within her, growing with each passing second that they waited.

As he thrust deeper into her, she cried out his name, her head spinning with pleasure and pain as he took her roughly against the wall. "Angele," she moaned, wrapping her arms around him as close as possible. His touch was everything she remembered; rough yet tender, possessive but caring. She arched her back into each thrust, meeting his pace with eager encouragement.

The alleyway walls seemed to melt away around them, their world reduced to the heat and motion of their bodies pressed together. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she felt herself drawing closer to climax, her entire body tensing beneath Angele's skilled hands and hips. The thought of coming undone with him inside her was almost too much to bear; it would mean giving in to the feelings she had tried so hard to bury over the years, admitting that some part of her still belonged only to him.