You're at a volleyball match, watching your childhood friend Sylvia play even though you two barely talk anymore after entering college since she immediately became one of the popular kids while you didn't.

Eventually the match ends and Sylvia's team ends up winning the match, as she celebrates on the court your eyes lock for a mere moments before she's dragged away by her teammates.

Once outside the stadium and you're about to leave you feel a snowball hit the back of your head, some of the snow falling down onto your neck, causing you to shiver. You turn around and see Sylvia standing there, already making another snowball. "You're really going to leave without even saying hi?!" She says and pouts at you before getting ready to throw another snowball.

You stop in your tracks as you see her getting ready to throw another snowball at you. "Ahh, c'mon Syl..." You say with a pout. She steps closer and sighs before looking up at you with those gorgeous orange eyes, the same ones from back when they were kids. "I just... I miss how we used to be, ya know? Before all this college stuff."

She motions for you to walk with her as she continues talking. "And don't give me that 'we're still friends and everything' crap. We hardly even talk anymore!" As they walk down the street together, Sylvia glances at your lips and then looks away quickly, blushing slightly under her pale skin.

"So... You wanna go grab something to eat or something?" She asks hesitantly, biting her lower lip as she does so.

"I remember that day too..." she murmurs softly, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Man... we were such idiots back then." She laughs lightly before looking up at you again. "But hey, at least some things never change." Her words are half-joking but mostly filled with relief that there's still something between you.

She slows her pace slightly and turns to face you fully, taking a step closer so that her warm breath tickles your nose. "So... Do you wanna go get something to eat or what?" She asks again, her voice barely above a whisper now and her eyes locked on your mouth.

You chuckle softly, shaking your head as you recall the memories of your childhood together. "We were such little bastards..." You breathe out slowly before looking back up at her. There's an awkward pause for a moment and then you decide to take matters into your own hands. Reaching out, you cup Sylvia's cheek gently in your palm before leaning in closer to press your lips against hers in a tentative kiss. Her soft lips part instantly beneath yours, welcoming you inside as she molds herself against you with an eager moan, her body seemingly melting into yours perfectly.

Her tongue darts out to tease at the seam of your lips, prompting you to open your mouth and let her explore deeper. Her kiss is hot and hungry, making it difficult for you to think about anything else but how much you've missed this feeling; how much you've

You moan deeply into the kiss as she continues to explore your mouth with her tongue and teeth. Her breasts press against your chest, her nipples hardening beneath your shirt. Your hands slide down her back, cupping her tight behind before sliding higher up her back until they're tangled in her hair, gently pulling her head back just enough to deepen the kiss even further. Her taste fills your senses as she hungrily devours you with each thrust of her tongue; salty and sweet all at once.

You pull away from the kiss for a moment to catch your breath, watching as Sylvia's face flushes an even deeper shade of pink beneath her flawless skin. Her eyes are half-lidded and heavy with desire, gazing up at you with a mixture of longing and lust that makes your heart race faster. "I love you too," you whisper hoarsely,

Sylvia gasps as you pull away from the kiss, her body craving more contact with yours. Her hands slide up your chest and around your neck, tangling in your hair as she pulls you back down for another hungry kiss. Her tongue dances eagerly with yours, their rhythm growing faster and deeper until they're both struggling to breathe through their mouths. Her hips grind against yours instinctively, seeking relief from the ache between her legs. She moans into your mouth as she feels herself growing wetter for you, wanting nothing more than to feel you inside her right now.

Without warning, Sylvia breaks the kiss again, this time stepping back and looking up at you with heavy-lidded eyes. "Ahmedِ..." Her voice is little more than a breathy whisper as she reaches up and begins unbuttoning your shirt, her fingers trembling slightly in anticipation of what

Her fingers fumble with the buttons of your shirt, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she watches you through hooded eyes. "Ahmedِ... I've missed this so much," she whispers, barely able to contain her need for you any longer. As your shirt falls open, revealing your chest covered in soft, dark hair and defined muscles, Sylvia can't help but let out a shaky breath at the sight of you. She reaches out a trembling hand and trails it over your abdomen, feeling the heat that radiates from your skin beneath her fingertips.

"Ahmedِ..." she breathes again, her voice hoarse with desire as she leans forward and presses her lips to your neck, sucking gently on the tender flesh before biting down softly. Her hand moves upward once more, cupping your breast through your sh

His words send a jolt through her body and for a moment she's taken aback by the sudden question. But as he cups her breast and his scent fills her senses, she realizes how much she truly does want this; wants him. A soft pink blush spreads across her cheeks as she meets his eyes once more, searching for any signs of sarcasm or doubt.

"Yes," she whispers, her voice barely audible even to herself. "I do." Tilting her head up, she presses their lips together in a heated kiss that speaks volumes about how much they care for each other. Her hand slides down his chest, over the warmth of his stomach until it's resting against the bulge at his crotch, feeling the heat emanating from him there. "Please," she whispers against his lips, her fingers curling around him

Her words send a thrill through him as she agrees to marry him. He nods slowly in understanding before leaning down to capture her lips once more, their tongues tangling hungrily in the warmth of their mouths. As they kiss, his hands find purchase on her body; cupping her ass and pulling her against his aroused length as he grinds against her through their clothes. His free hand wanders up her side, over her breast until it reaches the delicate skin of her neck where he gently bites down, causing a soft moan to escape from deep within her throat.

"Sylvia..." He whispers between kisses, his voice rough with desire. "I've missed you so much." As if she needs any further encouragement, the feel of his hands on her body and his lips on hers only serve to drive her wild with lust. She breaks the kiss for a moment, panting

She reaches down between them and begins rubbing against him through their clothes, desperate to feel him inside her again. "Oh God, Ahmedِ..." she moans, arching her back as he grinds harder against her. Her hands slip under his shirt, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath her fingertips as she begins working on getting it off. She pants heavily as she struggles to undo the buttons and finally pushes it off his shoulders, revealing his chest once more.

Her lips meet his in another passionate kiss as she continues to work on stripping him of his clothes, her hands fumbling with his belt before finally managing to free it and shove it roughly to the ground. His hard length springs free, standing erect and throbbing against her stomach as she moans into his mouth. "I need you," she whispers breathlessly, pushing him back until

She gasps as her shirt is roughly yanked over her head, revealing her curvaceous body to him in all its glory. "Fuck," she whispers, already reaching for the hem of his pants, desperate to feel his skin against hers again. Her fingers slide up his thigh and pause just above the waistband of his underwear, trembling with anticipation as they hover there for a moment before finally pulling them down in one swift motion. His erect length springs free and she greedily reaches out to touch him, marveling at how hard he already is despite everything that's happened between them so far tonight.

Her tongue darts out to lick along the head of his cock, eliciting a growl from deep within his throat as he roughly pushes her down onto her knees in front of him. "Suck it," he rasps, his voice hoarse

As she takes him deep into her mouth, Sylvia's tongue swirls around the head of his cock, teasing and pleasuring as she bobs her head up and down in perfect rhythm. Her hands slide up his thighs, finding purchase on his ass before she squeezes tightly, urging him to thrust deeper into her mouth. She moans around him, the vibration sending shivers down his spine as he feels himself getting closer and closer to release.

Her free hand reaches between their bodies, rubbing circles over his sensitive flesh through his underwear before finally pushing them aside and wrapping her fingers around him again, stroking in perfect time with her sucking. She looks up at him through hooded eyes, a mix of pleasure and desire etched onto her features as she watches his expression change the longer she pleases him.

As he nears his peak, Sylvia pulls back

"Cum for me," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the sound of their ragged breathing. Her hand speeds up on him, matching his increasing pace as he thrusts deeper into her mouth with each passing moment. She looks up at him with eyes full of love and lust, her expression pleading for him to empty himself inside her mouth so that she can swallow every drop.

With a guttural moan, Ahmed Islam comes, his hot seed spilling down Sylvia's throat as she eagerly sucks and licks at him, cleaning him off as best she can before finally releasing him with a satisfied sigh. She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand before looking up at him with a smirk. "That was quite the escape from sexual brutality," she teases, arching an eyebrow.

You laugh and lean down, capturing her lips in a deep kiss that leaves them both breathless. "Never going to get rid of me now," you whisper against her lips before pulling back with a satisfied smile. "Let's go home." You reach down to help her up, your hands sliding around her waist and holding her close as she stands once more, their bodies still pressed together intimately despite being fully clothed. She looks up at you with those beautiful eyes full of love and trust as you lead her down the street towards your apartment, eager to finally consummate this newfound understanding between them.

As they walk hand in hand towards your apartment, Sylvia can't help but grin to herself. She's never felt this happy or complete before. The thought of finally being together again, sharing everything as one makes her heart race with anticipation. Her parents won't be surprised by what she's wearing; they were best friends after all. It'll just take some convincing for them to accept Ahmed again into their lives. She leans into you slightly, pressing her body against yours and smiles up at you before asking softly: "Are you ready for everything that comes with this, Ahmed?"

Her eyes widen slightly at your reply but then she smiles warmly, feeling a rush of love and affection wash over her. "I hope so," she whispers back, gently squeezing your hand in hers. "But you know we can't just jump into everything right away, especially with our parents involved. It's going to take some time for them all to get used to the idea of us together again... and as a couple this time." She pauses, considering her words carefully before continuing: "Do you think you can be patient with me while we work things out?"

Ahmed laughs softly. "Of course I can be patient," he says reassuringly, kissing the top of her head. "We have all the time in the world now." The thought makes Sylvia's heart soar; that they truly are starting a new chapter together, without anyone or anything to hold them

The thought of getting pregnant sends a shiver down her spine; both exhilarating and terrifying all at once. "We don't have to rush into that," she says slowly, feeling suddenly unsure. "There's still so much we need to figure out first." She looks up at Ahmed, searching his eyes for any hint of rejection or disappointment but instead finds only understanding and patience.

"But if you truly want me to..." Her voice trails off as she considers the possibility. "I mean, it's not like we can keep pretending anymore... We might as well start our life together now." She blushes deeply at her own words, suddenly feeling incredibly exposed and vulnerable beneath his gaze.

Ahmed takes her hand in his, squeezing gently. "I don't want to pressure you into anything," he says with a reassuring

"I trust you," she whispers, her voice barely audible even to herself. "If this is what we both really want... then let's just see where it takes us." Her eyes meet his and they share a knowing glance; the weight of their decision settling between them like a heavy blanket. "But please," she adds with a small smile, feeling her heart flutter nervously in her chest at the prospect of becoming Ahmed's wife and the mother of his child, "be gentle with me."

They walk the rest of the way home in silence, their hands still entwined as they banter back and forth about innocent topics that barely scratch the surface of what's really on their minds. The anticipation builds inside Sylvia like an ache she can't quite ignore; an excitement mixed with fear and trepidation that makes her feel both exhilarated and terrified all at once. As

They finally reach your apartment, the building looming tall and ominous in the shadows of the night. As they approach, Sylvia's heart begins to race even faster; a mix of nerves and excitement churning in her stomach. She glances up at Ahmed, his face lit up with anticipation as he leads her towards the door. For better or worse, this is their future now.

As you unlock the door and step inside, she takes a deep breath, mustering all the courage she can find to face whatever comes next. Together, hand in hand, they venture further into the dimly lit living room where your parents are waiting for you; silent sentinels watching their every move with careful eyes.

You take Sylvia's hand in yours and lead her forward, making your way towards your parents who both look up at you expectantly as if waiting for an explanation. "Mom,

Her heart is racing as you close the door, effectively shutting them out of their discussion. She can feel their gazes on her still, even through the door, and she finds it difficult not to squirm beneath their scrutiny. When your hand finds hers again, she squeezes it gently in reassurance before looking up at you with nervous eyes. "So... ah... how do we tell them?"