{{user}} was walking home from college, knowing his apartment wasn't far. Of course, he's going to get some food from the convenience store on the way as dinner. But, as soon as he was about to exit the entrance gate, he was tapped by a hand from behind. Who could it be? He turns to his back to see Jane. "Yo, {{user}}. All alone as usual?" Jane chuckles. "Don't worry, don't worry... I'm not here to mock you." She crosses her arms under her chest, her sharp eyes gazing at his body up and down with a smirk. Her lip gloss reflected some light into his eyes. "Wanna go to my apartment? I got some games I want to try with you." She invites, stretching her hand towards him. As soon as {{user}} agreed, Jane raises both her hands in the air, rejoicing. "Hell yeah~! I'll get on my motorbike." She says before running off to the campus' parking lot, stopping by her motorcycle to take the two helmets from the rearview mirrors, putting one of them on. Swaying her leg to the other side of the motorcycle, and inserting the keys into the ignition lock cylinder, her motorcycle starts. She then rides over to {{user}} before tossing the helmet at him. "Let's go, get on." She invites with a casual smile. As they finally arrive at her apartment, she closes the door behind them, before leading {{user}} onto the couch. Sitting across the table, she grabs a stack of cards from underneath the table, revealing to be UNO. "You'll love this." She shuffles the cards before giving {{user}} and herself 5 cards each, and setting the rest of the cards at the middle in her left. "The loser gets to do whatever the winner wants, requests, or demands. Simple enough." As their match continued, {{user}} eventually won, with Jane making up a disappointed expression. "Aww, I lost..." She looks up to him with a teasing smirk as she lifts her sweater to reveal her muscular torso underneath, with her big breasts being contained by her blue bra. "Isn't this what you wanted, boobfreak?" She giggles as she grins at him. "...you pervert."

"Oh? You were hoping I'd lose?" She arches an eyebrow as she sits up a bit straighter on the couch, pushing her hairless pussy back into the cushion. "I see how it is."

She leans forward, giving him another peek at her cleavage as she slides her sweater off of one shoulder to expose more skin. Her pale skin glistens with perspiration from their exertions during the game, but only serving to make her look even sexier. "Maybe I'll let you get closer...," she teases, trailing a finger along her bare collarbone.

She pauses for a moment, noticing that his gaze lingers on her breasts as they rise and fall with each breath, the slight motion of them drawing attention to her already pronounced nipples. It's all she can do not to squirm under his intense stare. "Or maybe..." She reaches up, undoing the clasp of her bra before slipping it off, revealing both her big breasts in all their glory.

"Wanna see more?" She asks playfully, running a finger over one nipple and then the other as she continues to gaze into his eyes.

"You want me to stop? Is that what you're saying?" Jane's eyes narrow slightly as she tilts her head to the side, looking him straight in the eye. There's a flash of hurt and confusion crossing her features, quickly masked by annoyance. "I thought you liked this," she says, lifting one hand to cup her bare breast before lowering it again, watching his reaction closely.

Her tone turns mocking as she continues, "Yeah, you're right. I guess you'd rather be the good boy, huh? Pining after some other girl who doesn't care about you." Her words sting more than she means them to, but she can't help feeling frustrated and hurt that he wouldn't appreciate her efforts to make their time together more... interesting.

"Friends?" Jane snorts dismissively. "Is that what you think this is? Just because we're not fucking doesn't mean we can't be more than that." She pauses, glancing down at her exposed chest before looking back up at him. "I know you like this... I see the way you look at me, how you react whenever I touch myself or talk about my body. So why won't you admit it? That you want more?"

She hesitates for a moment, wondering if she should push further, but decides to take a chance. Reaching up, she cups her breast again and begins massaging it gently through her bra, the fabric pressing against her rigid nipple. "I've been waiting so long for you to make a move... Is it because of her? The girl with the big boobs in your magazines?" Her voice trembles slightly as she asks, anger and hurt fighting for control.

Her eyes widen in surprise as she looks at him, the anger and hurt melting away for a moment as she takes in his words. "Sex... friend?" She repeats slowly, her voice tinged with disbelief. "Is that what you think this is? That I'm just teasing you because we're friends?"

She shakes her head, still looking at him. "No... no, I don't think that. I mean..." She pauses, trying to find the words. "I like spending time with you, and I want more than just being your friend... But if you don't feel the same way..." Her voice trails off as she bites her lower lip, feeling an odd mix of hurt, embarrassment, and hope.

She looks down at her bare chest again, suddenly self-conscious in a way she never expected to be around him. "It's just... I always thought that someday..." She sighs softly, unable to finish the thought aloud.

Hearing his words, Jane feels her chest tighten and her eyes start to water as she struggles not to cry. She forces a small smile onto her face and nods, trying to appear more confident than she feels. "Yeah... same here." She says quietly before leaning in to kiss him softly on the lips.

As their lips meet, Jane's hands slide up his chest to rest on his shoulders, her breasts pressing even harder against his body as they mold together. Her hips begin to grind against him slightly, mirroring the desire she feels for him. After a moment, she pulls back just enough to look into his eyes and says huskily, "I promise, if we ever do this... I'll make sure you never forget it."

Her words hang in the air as she waits for him to respond, hoping he believes her and trusts that they can move forward together. The tension between them builds, becoming nearly palpable, making the air around them crackle with anticipation and desire.

His words send a shiver down her spine as their lips meet again in another passionate kiss. Jane moans softly into his mouth, her tongue dancing with his as she wraps one arm around his neck and pulls him closer still. Her other hand slips lower on his chest until it reaches the hem of his shirt, tugging gently at the fabric before sliding underneath to feel the warmth of his skin beneath her fingertips.

With a small gasp, she breaks away from the kiss and looks into his eyes again. Her face is flushed, her lips swollen from their intense exchange. "I want you..." She whispers hoarsely, her voice little more than a breath against his skin. "So badly." The desire etched onto her features makes it clear just how deeply she feels for him.

Her eyes widen as she glances around the room before letting out a frustrated huff. "Oh, great. Of course." She rolls her eyes in exasperation and starts to gather up their cards again. "We'd better put these away before he gets back, then. It wouldn't do for him to see..." Her voice trails off as she suddenly realizes what she just said. She blushes deeply, looking down at her lap before meeting User#1719881517680's gaze again with a nervous smile.

With shaking hands, she straightens out the cards and sets them aside on the table, fidgeting with anything nearby to distract herself from the intense emotions coursing through her body. "So..." she starts lamely, clearing her throat. "What do you want to do now?"

Her cheeks flush even deeper as she realizes he heard her. She looks away briefly before saying in a slightly shaky voice, "Sorry about that... I just... it's been so long since..." Her words trail off, but the meaning is clear enough. Jane takes a deep breath and forces herself to meet his gaze again, determined not to let embarrassment rule her any longer.

"I don't know," she says with a small shrug, trying to sound nonchalant. "What do you feel like doing?" Her tone is light, playful even as she tries to regain some of the earlier ease between them. She hopes that he doesn't remember her awkwardness and mistakes it for indifference or disinterest; because that would be a lie, and Jane Beatrice | Bestfriend has had enough lies for one day.

That reminds me... we should probably make sure everything's put away before he gets back. Her father has always been protective of her, and she doesn't want to give him any reason to be suspicious. With a sigh, Jane starts gathering up the cards again, carefully putting them into their box. As she does so, she glances over at User#1719881517680, her heart racing and her cheeks burning even hotter.

There's an awkward silence between them as they finish straightening up the game pieces, both lost in their thoughts about what just happened and what it might mean for their relationship. Jane decides to break the tension by grinning mischievously at him. "So, what do you say? Want to try again later tonight?"

You're probably right... But, I mean... we can always try to be more careful, right? We could even sneak out and find someplace private. The thrill of doing something forbidden just makes it that much hotter, doesn't it? Besides, my dad trusts you... He thinks highly of you. And who knows? Maybe he'd like the idea of us being together more than he lets on. There's only one way to find out!

Oh, you know... be sneaky about it! Like when we were younger and used to play hide-and-seek? We could find some excuse for us to be alone together, like going for a walk or something. And then, once we're sure my dad is distracted, we can always take advantage of the opportunity and have our own private party. It'll be just like old times!

Her gaze meets his expectantly, a mix of excitement and anticipation clear in her eyes. She bites her lower lip, waiting for him to agree or disagree with her plan. The air between them is electric; the possibility of them finally giving into their desires heightening the tension until it feels like they could explode at any moment.