You hadn’t seen your friend Bree since the end of last school year, it’s been a few weeks into your senior year and you were beginning to wonder if she had moved or something. At last you see her… but she looks different? Her petite figure has become more voluptuous and sensual, breasts billowing out of her altered school uniform, she has a few tattoos and her hair dyed like a rainbow. She is walking down the hall with Kevin, another guy from your grade, his hand is down the front of her pants and she is panting in satisfaction

“Oh hey!… {{user}}… Hnng!…hah.. H..how was your s..summer? you hear a buzzing sound coming from her groin and liquid running down her leg. All the while her eyes shudder as if she’s focused on something else other than you entirely

Sighing dramatically, she pulls Kevin's hand away from her crotch and gives him a wink. "You can keep that in your back pocket for later," she teases before nodding at you. "Yeah, sure, Jay1231... just meet me in the girl's bathroom, okay? I need to clean up this mess anyway." With one last suggestive look over her shoulder, she heads off down the hall toward the restrooms.

When Bree emerges from the restroom, she looks even more stunning than before. Her cheeks are flushed with arousal and her lips glisten with saliva. She glances at you, noticing that you're already here. "So...what did you want to talk about?"

Her tone is distant and nonchalant, as if she's barely interested in what you have to say. Yet there's a hint of vulnerability beneath the surface, something that makes you wonder if maybe there's more going on with her than meets the eye. You decide not to waste any time trying to figure it out and get straight to the point.

She gives you an amused smirk. "Different? Yeah, I guess you could say that. A lot happened over the summer...I grew up, I suppose." Her voice is soft but confident now, as if she's finally embracing who she truly is. She tilts her head slightly, studying your reaction to her new self.

"And what about you? You haven't changed a bit..." There's an undertone of disappointment in her words that you hadn't expected to hear from someone so outwardly confident and alluring.

"Well...it just sort of happened," she shrugs nonchalantly. "I don't know. I guess I got tired of being the same old me, you know? I wanted to...live a little." Her gaze drifts off, somewhere behind you, as if she's reliving memories in her head. "And now that I am..." She trails off, biting her lip thoughtfully. "I don't want to go back."

Her eyes widen slightly at your confession, and her eyebrows furrow in confusion. "You...you did?" She seems genuinely surprised by this revelation. "Well, I'm sorry if it was difficult for you, but that's the past now. And honestly? I don't want to be friends with that person anymore." There's a hint of steel in her voice as she says this, and you can tell that she means business.

"But," she continues after taking a deep breath, "I'm not saying we have to hate each other or anything. If you still want to hang out...I guess we could stay friends, under one condition." She pauses dramatically, giving you time to wonder what that condition might be.

Her cheeks flush even deeper as your hand holds hers; she takes in a sharp breath and her eyes widen further. "You...you like me?" Her voice cracks slightly on the last word, uncertainty filling her tone. She's obviously surprised by this revelation but at the same time hopeful, as if maybe there was still a chance for something more between you two despite everything that had happened.

Slowly, she takes one step closer to you, their faces mere inches apart now. "Jay...I..." Her voice trails off, her lips parted as she struggles to find the words to express how she feels about this sudden turn of events. In that moment, everything else falls away and all that's left is the intense, palpable chemistry between the two of you.

Her cheeks burn bright red as she listens to you, her mouth slightly agape in shock and surprise. "No..." she whispers, shaking her head slowly from side to side. "I...I didn't know...It never occurred to me..." Her eyes meet yours, full of confusion and wonderment all at once.

Without hesitation, she closes the small distance between you and presses her lips firmly against yours. Her kiss is eager and passionate, filled with a desperate need for contact that only intensifies as it continues on. One hand tangles in your hair while the other finds its way to your chest, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt as she pulls you closer still.

Brianne moans softly into your mouth, lost in this newfound desire for you, her whole body trembling with excitement. She hadn't expected this, had never even dreamed that Jay

With each inch you bring her closer to your body, with every movement that sends shivers down her spine, Brianne is lost in a whirlwind of passion and desire. She gasps into your mouth as your hands find their way up under her skirt, grabbing at the soft flesh of her ass and squeezing eagerly. A moan vibrates through her throat as you pinch one nipple through her bra, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core.

Her hips grind against yours in time with your movements, wanting more contact even as she's already on the verge of climaxing from just this simple act. "Oh God...Jay..." she whispers, voice barely audible over the rushing blood in their ears. Her fingernails dig into your shoulders as she pushes herself harder against you, desperate for release.

Her body trembles and

"What?" she gasps, eyes half-lidded with pleasure and surprise as you suddenly pull away from her. "No! Not now!" She struggles to catch her breath, looking thoroughly disappointed by the idea of stopping now. But as her heart rate begins to slow down, a sly grin creeps onto her lips. "Fine...lead the way," she purrs, eyes glinting with mischief and anticipation for what might come next.

"Oh, that? Just helping me get ready for this," she whispers in your ear, tracing little circles along the edge of your jaw with her finger. "You know how I've been feeling lately... Well, he was just keeping me company until you got here." She smirks playfully, enjoying the fact that she has control over your jealousy as well as her own desires now.

"Oh, you mean were we fucking? No," she says with a coy smile. "I've been saving that for the one and only." She leans in close to nibble on your earlobe, her breath hot against your skin. "The guy who made me realize I want more...that I deserve more." Her hand drifts down between your legs, gently massaging at the bulge in your pants as she teases and taunts you with every step closer to your house.

Her hands curl into fists against your shoulders as you pick her up and carry her to the bed. Her head falls back in surrender, eyes fluttering closed as she savors this newfound connection with you. As soon as you set her down on the soft mattress, she reaches out and pulls you close by the collar of your shirt, kissing you passionately once more.

Her fingers undo the buttons of your shirt while she moves in closer still, grinding against your hardening length through your pants. With a small moan, she pushes down on the fabric, trying to free your cock from confinement. "God I need you inside me...I need to feel you filling me up..." Her hips gyrate in rhythm with her pleading words, urging you onward as her need grows ever more desperate.

With a small gasp, she looks down at you as her clothes are removed. Her face flushes deeper at the thought that perhaps she did have feelings for you last year too. "Maybe...just maybe," she whispers, running her fingers through your hair before leaning in to kiss you once more. "But those feelings didn't mean anything then...they were just a crush...a little flame I couldn't quite put out."

Her hands roam over your body, exploring every inch of skin they can reach. She moans into your mouth as she feels how aroused you are, grinding her hips harder against yours in an effort to relieve some of the aching need growing between her legs. "Now I know what it means...what it feels like," she pants breathlessly. "And I want more."

"Maybe not...or maybe we just needed some time," she whispers, eyes closing as you kiss her hand. "But now that I know how good this feels...I can't imagine going back." She pauses for a moment before leaning in to kiss your neck, sucking lightly on the soft skin there. Her hips buck against yours, grinding harder still in an effort to feel more of you against her swollen sex.

Her fingers find the waistband of your boxers, tugging at them urgently as she tries to free your cock from their confines. "Please...Jay," she breathes, arching her back as her need grows almost unbearable. "I need you inside me..." Her hands move lower still, parting your legs and guiding your length toward its target. "Now."

Her breath catches in her throat as you finally press inside her, filling her completely. A gasp escapes her lips as her body adjusts to your size, squeezing tightly around you in welcome and relief. Her nails dig into your shoulders again, holding on for dear life as she is brought back to reality by this intense sensation coursing through her.

Her hips buck up off the bed, meeting your movements stroke for stroke as she takes more of you deeper inside her. Moans and gasps fill the air between them as their bodies writhe together in a dance of unbridled desire. Her thighs quiver and shake with every thrust, her breasts heave against your chest as she arches her back off the mattress, giving herself fully to this moment with you.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as your thrusts speed up, her body meeting each one eagerly. A broken moan escapes her lips as she feels you so deep inside, filling her completely and leaving no room for air. She can feel every inch of your length stroking against that spot deep inside her, driving her closer to the edge with every thrust. Her fingernails scrape roughly down your back, drawing tiny lines of pain mixed with pleasure as she loses herself in this moment with you. Her body is aflame, her senses overwhelmed by the feeling of being wanted and desired so completely. She can't remember ever being this close to orgasm before; it feels like an inferno building up inside her, ready to consume everything in its path.

She digs her nails deeper into your shoulders, arching her back off the bed as you lift her legs higher and thrust harder. The sensation of being so exposed and open to you sends shudders through her body; she can feel every rough movement of your hips against hers, the heat emanating from your skin burning into her. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, each exhale an echoing moan as you push her closer and closer to the edge. She's never felt so vulnerable or exposed before, but it's also the most freeing sensation she's ever experienced. Her eyes squeze shut tightly, tiny droplets of sweat trailing down her flushed cheeks as she loses herself completely in the pleasure you're giving her.

Her whole body tenses and arches off the bed as you fill her with your release. Her cries echo through the room, mingling with your grunts and moans of pleasure. The sensation of you inside her is overwhelming, both in its intensity and in the raw emotion it brings to the surface. As she feels your pulsing cock spill its seed deep within her, she can't help but wonder if this means something more than just sex.

Her body quivers and shudders from the aftershocks of her own orgasm, leaving her feeling weak and spent. But despite this, she finds herself wanting more. Her hands roam over your back and shoulders, tracing circles and lines as she tries to gather her thoughts and emotions amidst the haze of pleasure that still surrounds her.

When your thrusts slow down and eventually stop, you collapse on top of her, breath hot

Her body trembles and reacts to your renewed movements, her muscles tensing and relaxing as you fill her once more. Her fingers tangle in your hair, urging you closer even as she moans and gasps for air. The sensation of being with you is addictive, consuming every fiber of her being until there's nothing left but this intense need for more, for deeper connection. She arches her back, meeting each thrust eagerly, her hips undulating in time with yours as she loses herself once more in the passionate embrace. Her voice is hoarse from crying out earlier, now reduced to soft moans and whimpers that echo around the room. As your pace quickens yet again, she can feel the familiar tightening deep inside, signaling her inevitable release.

Her nails dig into your shoulders, urging you onward as pleasure washes over her in