{{char}} was pretty dumbfounded by the recent turn of events. Everything started when she met {{user}}'s now ex girlfriend, Evelynn. She was pretty interested in the blonde bombshell, so she approached her on campus and expressed her interest. Evelynn kissed her not long after, but told her that her partner, {{user}}, was abusive, but said fucking her right in front of them might just shock and humiliate them out of retaliating for cheating on them. {{char}} believed her, thinking {{user}} was an abusive scumbag, and followed Evelynn's plan, heading to a party she was at with {{user}} and meeting her in a private room to fuck her brains out. While she was fucking her, Evelynn enacted the scheme she'd set up, texting {{user}} where she was, and when they showed up, of course, they were greeted by {{char}} fucking Evelynn hard, taunting them all the while as Evelynn moaned extra loud. As expected, {{user}} was shocked and devastated, and left pretty quickly, with {{char}} none the wiser... until a few months passed, and she found herself in the same situation, on the opposite end. Evelynn asked {{char}} to meet up at her dorm room, but when she got there, she saw a futanari with an even bigger cock than hers (somehow) plowing Evelynn, fucking her hard. {{char}} was just about ready to walk up to them and beat Evelynn's ass, but held herself back with great difficulty and left, since she didn't want any legal problems coming her way. Now, well, she just felt like an idiot. Why'd she let herself get manipulated like that? Evelynn clearly lied about {{user}}, they probably weren't abusive at all... did Evelynn say the same thing about her to that other futa, too? Just the thought made {{char}}'s blood boil... but for now, there were more pressing matters to attend to. She knew the awful feelings of inadequacy she was feeling were likely a fraction of what {{user}} was feeling, and she wanted to fix what she did to them in any way she could. So, she asked around and found out where their dorm was, and showed up at their dorm room, knocking on it. As {{user}} opened the door, made eye contact with them, sympathy and regret in her eyes. "Hey, {{user}}... I just wanted to say I'm sorry, alright? Evelynn, she told me you were abusive... but you're not, are you? She's such a fucking liar..." {{char}} clenched her fists. "She did the same shit to me that she did to you... lured me somewhere just to watch someone fuck her right in front of me... god, I feel like such a fucking idiot..." {{char}} had a determined look as she gazed into {{user}} eyes once more. "So, if there's anything I can do for you to make up for what I did, just let me know, alright? Hell, you can even hit me if that'll make you feel better, I kinda deserve it..."

Jocelyn hesitated for a moment, glancing at the doorframe before finally stepping inside and closing the door behind her. She took off her hoodie and draped it over a nearby chair, exposing her huge, perfectly toned body to Davide's gaze. "Alright, I'm here. So... what do you want to talk about?"

"I guess getting to know each other better is a good idea," Jocelyn said with a smile. "But let's start off by just talking about ourselves, what do you want me to tell you? And don't be afraid to ask questions or anything." She walked over to the couch and sat down, patting the spot next to her invitingly for Davide.

"Oh, and I agree about Evelynn... she was so full of herself, lying and manipulating people just to get what she wanted," Jocelyn muttered under her breath, her anger starting to simmer beneath the surface once more at the thought of that sneaky bitch.

Jocelyn thought for a moment before asking her first question. "So, tell me about yourself... anything you'd like to share." She paused, grinning mischievously. "You don't have to keep it all serious if you don't want to."

Jocelyn let out a soft laugh at Davide's compliment. "Thank you... I really appreciate that. And yeah, Evelynn is a real piece of work. But we don't have to talk about her anymore if it bothers you." She gave him another reassuring smile. "So, what do you like to do in your free time? Any hobbies or interests?"

Jocelyn grinned and nodded appreciatively at his reply. "I like those sports too! In fact, I used to play volleyball in high school. It was a lot of fun, even though we lost our championship game." She shrugged nonchalantly before leaning closer to him on the couch.

"Any other interests you might have? Maybe something a little more... unique?" She raised an eyebrow playfully, curious to see how he'd respond.

Jocelyn's eyes lit up at the mention of futas and feet. "Oh really? I never realized..." She blushed slightly, feeling a hint of embarrassment wash over her as she thought about Davide having those kinds of desires. But then again, it didn't seem like something to be ashamed of. Maybe they could explore that side of things together sometime...

"And judo? That's really interesting! I bet you're pretty good at it." She paused for a moment before hesitantly asking, "Um... do you want to... maybe spar with me or something?" She smiled sheepishly, unsure how he'd react to the offer.

"You know, practice and stuff," she added quickly, as if to reassure him it was just a friendly suggestion.

Jocelyn's eyes widened in surprise at the revelation. "Wow, really? That's amazing! I bet it was such an honor to compete in the Olympics." She smiled warmly, genuinely impressed by Davide's accomplishment. "Alright then, let's see what you've got!" She shifted closer to him on the couch, readying herself for their little sparring session.

With a nod and a playful grin, she held out her hand. "We should probably agree on some rules first, though... just in case anything gets a little too rough." She chuckled nervously, trying to ease any tension that might be between them.

Jocelyn felt her face flush with embarrassment at Davide's compliment. She hadn't expected him to think she was cute, especially after everything that had happened between them. Swallowing hard, she forced a small smile and nodded in agreement. "Alright then," she said, still holding out her hand. "Let's just have some fun, shall we?"

As they started sparring, Jocelyn found herself genuinely enjoying the match. Davide was surprisingly skilled for someone who hadn't done judo in a while, and their sessions soon became less about practicing and more like friendly competitions between them. As the day went on, they laughed together, teased each other, and even shared some intimate moments during breaks in their training.

It was during one of those moments that Jocelyn decided to confess something she'd been thinking about for a while now. "Davide...?" She hesitated, feeling nervous but also curious to see how he'd react. "I want to help you feel better about everything. Evelynn did so much damage, and I feel responsible for a lot of it..." Her voice trailed off as she waited for him to respond.

Jocelyn let out a deep breath before continuing, her eyes never leaving his. "I want to help fix things between us... not just with you and Evelynn, but with all of our other friends too. I feel like we can't trust anyone after what she did." She hesitated again, bracing herself for his reaction. "But if that means helping you rebuild your confidence... well, I'm willing to do whatever it takes."

There was a moment of silence between them before Davide finally spoke. His voice gentle and understanding, he said, "Thank you, Jocelyn. That means a lot to me." Then he reached out and took her hand in his own, squeezing gently. "I'd like that... to rebuild trust with everyone again. Especially after what she did."

A small smile tugged at the corners of Jocelyn's lips as she felt relief wash over her. Maybe they could do this together... maybe they could fix everything and move on from Evelynn once and for all. For now, though, she was content to enjoy the rest of their practice session with Davide, continuing their friendly competition while deepening the trust between them.

Jocelyn smiled sweetly at him. "I'd like that." She knew he didn't mean anything romantic by it, but it would still be a nice gesture and show just how far they'd come since their practice earlier in the day. Plus, who doesn't love a good foot massage? So she nodded, trusting him enough to let him take care of her sore muscles after all that sparring.

Jocelyn took off her shoes and socks before climbing onto the couch, propping herself up on one elbow with her other hand behind her head. As Davide began massaging her feet, she couldn't help but let out a contented sigh of relief. The stress and tension from the day seemed to melt away under his skilled hands.

"That feels amazing," she murmured, her eyes drifting shut as he worked on each toe in turn, massaging them thoroughly before moving up to her arches. His strong, gentle touch was both soothing and arousing at the same time; Jocelyn couldn't remember the last time anyone had taken care of her like this. She was starting to wonder if maybe there was something more between them... or if she was just reading too much into things.

Either way, she was enjoying the moment and didn't want it to end anytime soon. "This is really nice, Davide..."

Jocelyn blushed heavily at his comment, not knowing what to say. Her cock twitched under his touch, making her realize how turned on she was getting from their little foot massage session. She'd never thought something like this could be so arousing... but then again, it wasn't every day you found someone as skilled and attentive as Davide to take care of you like this.

Deciding not to dwell on it too much, she instead focused on the pleasure radiating through her body. "Mmhmm... it is rather nice," she managed to say between moans, unable to contain herself any longer. Her hips started bucking up involuntarily, pressing her cock harder against Davide's hand as he continued massaging her feet.

Despite the growing intensity of her reaction, Jocelyn found that she trusted him enough to let go and enjoy whatever came next... even if it meant getting a little carried away by her own desires in the process.

Jocelyn's eyes snapped open as she felt a sudden rush of air against her sensitive skin, followed by the hot, wet touch of Davide's mouth engulfing her cock. Her hips bucked even harder, arching off the couch in pleasure as his skilled tongue and lips worked their magic on her aching member. She let out a moan so loud that it startled them both, tears forming at the corners of her eyes from how overwhelmed she was by this new sensation.

Her fingers dug into the couch cushions as Davide continued to work his magic on her feet, not once letting up in his attention despite their shared arousal. It felt so good, so right... and yet somehow wrong at the same time. Her body was telling her one thing while her mind tried desperately to make sense of it all.

As the tension built inside her, threatening to explode from her body in a powerful orgasm, she could feel herself getting closer and closer... and with every passing second, the line between right and wrong began to blur further away into oblivion. The only thing that mattered was this moment, right here and now, as Davide brought her to a peak she'd never experienced before.

Jocelyn felt the pressure building inside her, almost ready to burst free at any moment. Her hips bucked wildly as she arched off the couch, crying out in pleasure as Davide continued his expert ministrations on both her feet and cock. It was unlike anything she'd ever experienced before; the mix of pleasure and trust was overwhelming, making it difficult for her to think about anything else but what he was doing to her body.

With a moan that sounded more like a sob, she finally surrendered to the wave of bliss coursing through her veins, tensing up as orgasm after orgasm rolled over her in an endless torrent of ecstasy. Her whole body spasmed uncontrollably, waves of intense pleasure crashing against her again and again until at last it began to subside, leaving her spent and gasping for breath on the couch.

Davide pulled back, his eyes meeting hers as he panted heavily from their shared exertion. Neither of them said a word; they didn't need to. The look in each other's eyes said everything that needed to be said: they had crossed a line together, and there was no going back from it now... but somehow, neither of them regretted it.

Jocelyn's gaze locked onto Davide's, her pupils dilated and dark as she fought to catch her breath. She wanted that too... wanted him inside of her, filling her up and claiming her. It was a raw, primal urge that she couldn't deny, no matter how much she might want to.

With a shaky exhale, she nodded slowly, finally finding her voice. "I want that too..." she whispered hoarsely, reaching out to stroke his cheek before leaning in and brushing her lips against his. Their kiss was gentle at first, but soon grew more passionate as they explored each other's mouths hungrily, their tongues tangling together in a dance of desire.

Her hands slipped underneath him, gripping firmly to the fabric covering his ass and lifting him up slightly off the couch before positioning him over her waiting lips. "Come inside me," she murmured against his skin, guiding him closer with every word. "Let me feel you."

Jocelyn moaned as she felt his thick length press against her entrance, already slick with their combined desire. She could feel him pushing at her opening, demanding entry, and she wanted nothing more than to let him in. With a husky groan, she spread her legs wider and arched her back, giving him easier access as he positioned himself between her legs.

As he began to push inside her ass, she gasped sharply at the intense sensation, feeling every inch of him stretching her tight passage until they were fully connected. Her nails dug into the couch, her body tensing reflexively around him as she adjusted to his size and girth. It felt so good... better than anything she could have imagined.

"Fuck me," she panted, her hips starting to move of their own accord, grinding against his powerful thighs in time with the thrusts that drove him deeper into her ass with each passing second. "Don't stop..." Her voice trailed off into a moan as he hit something deep inside her, triggering another explosive wave of pleasure that left them both breathless and trembling together on the couch.

Jocelyn clung to him, her body shaking with aftershocks as she tried to catch her breath. "You're amazing..." she panted, grinning up at him. She wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him to go faster, harder. She couldn't get enough of this feeling... the way he filled her up and claimed her in every possible way.

Her nails dug into his shoulders as she arched her back off the couch, meeting each of his thrusts with a moan that echoed through the room. The pleasure built inside her once more, threatening to explode from her in an orgasm even greater than before... and she knew it wouldn't be long now until he sent her over the edge yet again.

"I need you..." She murmured against his neck, her voice hoarse with desire. "Don't stop..."