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.
"i blick her 2nd snowball with my arm as i say" sorry, i just needed to go somewhere, its an emergency
You successfully deflect her second snowball and it hits the ground harmlessly at your feet. Sylvia takes a step back, pouting slightly as she looks at you, crossing her arms over her chest in a petulant gesture. "Fine," she huffs, dropping the snowballs to the ground, "But can we talk or something?" She tilts her head, the orange of her eyes visible even through her frustrated expression.
about what? i say as i get a message from my phone, its the boys basketball coach, he texted me how he liked how i played and wanted to see me again as soon as possible, he also mentioned he might take me in the basketball team
You didn't answer her question, but instead whipped out your phone to respond to a text. Sylvia watches you for a moment before narrowing her eyes and crossing her arms even tighter. "Never mind," she mutters under her breath. "I can see I'm not important enough." She turns on her heel and begins walking away, a slightly unsteady pace as tears well up in her eyes.
As she walks, the sound of crunching snow fills the air beneath her warm boots. Her heart feels heavy with pain and confusion; why won't User#1732661781590 talk to her anymore? She tries to wipe away the tears that trickle down her cheeks, but only manages to smudge some of the foundation on her face.
Eventually she finds a quiet spot near a tree, its branches bare and lifeless against
my thoughts : ahh, is she crying? guess i better go talk to her "i run after her and once i reach her i tap her shoulder as i say" wait sylvia, we can talk if you really want to
You tap her shoulder, causing her to jump slightly in surprise before turning around and wiping roughly at her eyes with the back of her hand. "What do you want?" she asks, her voice raspy from trying not to cry anymore. She crosses her arms over her chest once more, unconsciously hugging herself as if trying to protect herself from whatever emotions are battering against her chest.
Her beautiful face is marred by tears and snot, making her normally attractive features look quite distorted in the harsh light of the winter sun. She tries to steady her breathing, but each inhale only serves to make her more aware of how much she misses you; missing your friendship and wondering why things had to change so much between them.
you wanna talk? im up for it... sorry i was leaving without saying hi... the basketball coach said he might accept me to the basketball team so i got excited "i say with a soft smile as i rub her shoulder that i tapped"
The mention of the basketball coach snaps her out of her self-pity for a moment, and she looks at you with narrowed eyes. "Well, that's nice for you," she says stiffly, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Guess I'm just not important enough to even get a hello or goodbye." She tries to pull her shoulder away from your touch, but you don't let go; your grip remains firm and comforting.
With a huff, she glances down at the ground before looking back up at you. Her expression softens slightly as she realizes that maybe it wasn't fair of her to lash out like that. "Fine," she mumbles reluctantly. "Let's talk." She moves to sit down on a nearby log, patting the space beside her invitingly.
"I'm sorry i wasn't nicer to you..." i say as i sit down beside her "i miss how it used to be with us, the late night talks and playing house...you were my best friend for so long...
Her heart aches at your words, and she looks away briefly to compose herself before speaking again. "Yeah... I miss that too," she whispers softly, her voice thick with emotion. "I never understood why you stopped talking to me after we started college." She shrugs helplessly, looking back up at you through her lashes.
"It's not like I didn't want to be friends with you anymore," she continues, a hint of hurt in her voice now. "I just wanted things to stay the same... You were my best friend, and now it's like you don't even know who I am anymore." Her eyes fill with tears once more, and she quickly blinks them away before they have a chance to fall down her cheeks.
I look at her apologetically before saying "I'm sorry syl I was selfish. I should have tried harder to keep things the same. But you know... you got busy with your own stuff and so did i"
The hurt in her eyes softens slightly as you apologize, and she reaches out to brush a stray hair away from your face. "It's okay," she murmurs, trying not to sound too relieved. "I understand that things change, but I thought..." Her voice trails off, and she shrugs helplessly again.
Taking a deep breath, she forces a small smile onto her lips. "Well, maybe we can start over, you know? Be friends again?" She tilts her head to the side, hope sparking in those orange eyes of hers. "What do you think?"
I smile back at her as i rub her shoulder reassuringly before saying "Sure thing syl. Let's start over." I take out my phone and text the basketball coach saying that i need to postpone talking with him, and then put my phone away. "So what do you want to talk about?"
She blushes lightly at your touch, Her eyes light up at your offer, and she grins widely. "Oh, anything! Tell me about what you've been up to these past few months." She leans in eagerly, her shoulder pressed against yours in a comforting manner. "How's school? How are your friends?" She tilts her head, watching you intently as she waits for an answer, a warmth spreading through her chest at the thought of actually getting to know you again. Her gaze flickers downward briefly before meeting yours again, and she can't help but blush slightly at the memory of how attractive she finds you even now. Even though they've been friends for years, there's something different about this moment - more charged and intense than any previous conversation they've had. It excites her, making her heart race and her skin tingle in anticipation.
Well... school's good, but i did just dump my girlfriend for my own reasons, but basketball takes up a lot of my time, i worked hard and finally made the team today. I still hang out with the same people you know like micah, aaron, and ian, but i also have a bunch of new friends. How about you?
She listens to your story, her expression shifting between surprise and amusement as you reveal the reason behind dumping your girlfriend. The mention of 'new friends' makes a pang of jealousy shoot through her chest, but she pushes it aside for now. "That's interesting," she says nonchalantly, trying to hide her emotions. "And how about me? I guess you already know I'm the captain of the volleyball team, right?" She blushes slightly at the thought that she hasn't told you anything really new so far.
Her gaze drifts back to your face as she awaits your response, and she can't help but wonder what it would be like to get to know you all over again...to see where this new friendship could lead. The feeling is both exciting and terrifying at the same time, but she pushes down the trepidation in
i know you're the captain of the volleyball team but i pretty much know nothing more about you at the moment
She blushes lightly, her cheeks feeling hot at the thought that you don't know much about her anymore. "Well," she begins slowly, searching for something to share, "I spend a lot of time practicing volleyball and taking care of my grades... but I also like to watch movies when I have the chance. And sometimes I go out with friends from other teams, just to unwind." She pauses, trying to think of something else. "Oh, and I have a dog! His name is Max. He's a border collie mix... really sweet but also very energetic."
Her eyes meet yours as she waits for your reaction, hopeful that you'll want to know more about her - that this new friendship will be something special between them.
"i lean in to her earlope and tease her as i whisper" i know that about you.. i know how much you love dogs, "i pause before continuing with" i know you act possesive when you're embarassed, i know you're a very kind person inside all those barriers to your heart, i know how much you love tofu, i know your favorite color is pink, just like your hair is, i know a lot of your secrets, you know. "i say teasingly"
Her cheeks turn redder at your whispered words, and she lets out a light laugh as she pushes him playfully with her shoulder. "Okay, you got me there," she admits, not denying any of the things you've said. "I guess we do have some history together... and I am glad we're at least starting to talk again." She pauses, taking in your features for a moment before looking away shyly. "I missed hanging out with you, you know? It just seemed like things changed too fast and suddenly we weren't close anymore..."
She trails off, lost in thought as she wonders how they got to this point - and if there's any way they can go back to the way things used to be.
"I missed you too syl, it's just college i guess. Too much change. But i want us to be friends again, at least. Can we hang out? Just us two?" I smile warmly, trying to reassure her that things will go back to the way they used to.
Sylvia's heart swells at your words, and she looks up at you with an expression that mixes relief and hope. "Of course," she says eagerly. "I'd love to hang out, just the two of us. Maybe we could go out for dinner tonight or something? Just to catch up on everything." She blushes slightly as she imagines spending more time alone with you; the thought both thrilling and terrifying all at once.
Her gaze flickers downward briefly before meeting yours again, and she can't help but smile shyly. "What do you think?"
we could eat dinner and go to my place to maybe watch netflix and chill, you remember my place? you always came until 2 years ago.
She nods, her cheeks flushing pink at the mention of going to your place and "Netflix and chill." It's been so long since they've spent time alone together like this... The thought fills her with excitement and nervous energy all at once. "That sounds amazing," she replies, her voice a little breathless. "I remember your place well... it hasn't changed much, has it?" She glances down at herself self-consciously, wondering if she should have dressed up more before coming out to meet you again.
not much, lets say i organized it a little, last time you came i was 16 so i was still mostly a kid
She smiles at the thought of you growing up and becoming more mature, even if it took some time for you to realize how great she was as a friend. "I'm sure it looks fantastic," she says with a reassuring pat on your shoulder. "And even if I did come over when I was younger, we still had lots of fun together." She gives you a small grin before looking around once more, checking to make sure that nobody is watching them or paying too much attention to their conversation.
Once she's satisfied that they have some privacy, she leans in closer to whisper, "So do you think... maybe we could do something after dinner? You know, to celebrate our new friendship?" Her heart races at the thought of spending more time alone with you tonight - and at what might happen between them if they really give things a chance.
we can drink some beer and toast it, my place also has a hot tub and we can watch some movies after that? "i ask as i run my hand through her pink long hair"
Her cheeks redden even more at the mention of the hot tub and the prospect of watching movies with you later on, but she nods eagerly anyway. "Yeah, that sounds amazing," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their breathing. The idea of spending the night with you sends a shiver down her spine, and she can't help but feel more and more excited about what might happen between them tonight...
As they sit there talking and planning their evening together, Sylvia can't help but wonder if this is how things were always meant to be between them. Could they really become close again? And if so, where would it lead? The thought both terrifies and thrills her in equal measure - making it impossible for her not to want to find out more about what the future holds with you by her side...
when do you wanna go? "I say as i help her up off the log"
She blushes again, looking down shyly before meeting your eyes once more. "Um... now sounds good to me," she says softly, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Lead the way." As you help her up from the log, her hand finds its way into yours instinctively; it's a comforting gesture that feels right between them after everything they've been through together.
With your warm touch sending pleasant shivers up her spine and excitement dancing in her stomach, she can't help but feel grateful for this chance to make things right with you again - no matter where it might lead...
"as we walk hand in hand, i say" we can eat dinner at my place, remember how we tried to cook those meatballs and messed it up, then our parents would get mad. this time im actually good at cooking those things
She smiles brightly at the memory, a giggle escaping her lips as she recalls their failed attempt at cooking dinner all those years ago. "Yeah, I remember that," she says with a fond chuckle, squeezing your hand gently in hers. "I'm sure our cooking skills have improved since then." Even though they've been apart for so long, it feels like no time has passed at all when they're together like this - comfortable and content just to be in each other's presence once more.
As you lead her across campus towards your place, Sylvia can't help but hope that everything between them will go back to the way it used to be...that maybe, just maybe, they really can find their way back together and make things work this time around. The thought both excites and terrifies her in equal measure - making her heart race with anticipation for what might happen
She snuggles closer to you as we walk, enjoying the feeling of being in your presence again. The familiar scent of your cologne mixes with her favorite part of your unique smell, making her feel safe and protected. "I've missed you so much, Syl." You say, glancing down at her before meeting her eyes once more. "It feels like we never really got the chance to properly catch up after I joined the basketball team and she joined volleyball"
She smiles warmly at you, her heart swelling with happiness. "I know...it's just been so crazy lately. I remember when we used to have all this time together and now it feels like we barely see each other." She sighs softly before looking up at you again. "But I really am glad that we're talking now and hopefully can be friends again...best friends." Her eyes shine with unshed tears as she says the last part, her voice catching slightly in her throat.
As they continue walking toward your place, Sylvia can't help but lean into you more, taking comfort in your strong presence and reassuring touch. She feels a contentment wash over her that she hasn't felt in what seems like forever...and it makes everything seem possible once more - even if they have a long road ahead of them to get back where they were before things went wrong between them
I smile and squeeze her hand softly, feeling the same way. "Me too, Syl. Me too." The more we talk and catch up, the more I realize how much I missed this...her. Just being able to be with her like this again feels amazing. Maybe there's still hope for us after all...
Her cheeks flush pink at your words, and she smiles shyly up at you. "Yeah... I mean, even though things were different with us in college, it still feels like home when we're together." She giggles softly as they reach your place, remembering all the times they used to hang out here before everything changed between them.
As she follows you inside, her heart skips a beat at how much things haven't really changed...and how comfortable it still is being with you after all this time apart. Maybe there's hope for them yet...and maybe they can find their way back to each other. The thought fills her with renewed determination and hope as she closes the door behind them, ready to embrace whatever happens next between them.
I smile at her as we enter my place and close the door behind us. "You know where everything is if you want to help me cook." I say, walking over to the kitchen. It feels like things are starting to fall back into place already.
Sylvia follows you into the kitchen, her stomach already growling at the thought of dinner. "I'd love to help," she says with a bright smile. "My mom taught me a few things over the summer that I think would go well with those meatballs." As they begin preparing food together, there's an easy silence between them as they focus on their tasks; but it doesn't feel awkward or forced. It feels right...natural.
She glances over at you every now and then, taking in your features and how comfortable you seem here in your space; she can't help but wonder if this is where they truly belong - together. Maybe there's hope for their friendship after all...and maybe even more than that. The thought sends a shiver down her spine as they continue to work side by side, cooking dinner and rekindling their connection in the process.
"i get the meatballs ready, now time for frying"
Nodding in understanding, Sylvia begins to heat up the oil in another pan while simultaneously helping you fry the meatballs. The familiar smell of cooking food fills the air, making her stomach growl even louder with anticipation. As they work together like this, it almost feels like old times; as if they never really left each other's sides in the first place.
She glances up at you every now and then, catching your eye and giving you a small smile before looking away shyly once more. There's something different about this interaction compared to their past ones...something more intimate and charged. It excites her immensely but also makes her nervous; she wonders what it all means for them moving forward together tonight and beyond that point.
remember uncle john's method to fry these things? "i giggle playfully as i throw up the meatballs with a spatula, spin them, and catch them back into the pan, making her remember how my uncle john cooked these things for us"
Her cheeks flush pink as she remembers how you used to love Uncle John's way of cooking meatballs. "Oh yeah!" She exclaims, her voice a mixture of delight and excitement. "I remember that! He always did it with such ease." As they continue frying the meatballs together, their bodies brush against each other occasionally; the contact sending tiny sparks through both of them.
The atmosphere in the room seems to grow heavier with every passing moment; electricity crackles in the air between them. Sylvia can feel her heart racing faster and faster as they work side by side, lost in their own little world...and she's not sure if she wants things to stay this way or if she wants something more from you tonight.
You must be getting better at frying them though since you're doing just as good of a job. "I tease her playfully, enjoying the way she blushes when I compliment her cooking skills.
Her cheeks grow even redder at your compliment, and she can't help but feel giddy inside. "Really?" She asks, her voice sounding a little breathless as she looks up at you with wide eyes. The air between them feels thick and charged; every brush of their bodies sends a jolt through them both.
With every moment that passes, it becomes more and more difficult for Sylvia to ignore the growing tension between them; to pretend like they're just friends or even just people who used to be close once upon a time. There's something more here now - something intense and passionate that she doesn't quite understand yet but knows deep down in her heart is real...and incredibly intoxicating.
Sylvia's breath hitches as their bodies brush once more, and she can feel the heat rising in her cheeks. "You know..." She starts softly, biting her bottom lip before continuing, "Maybe we should... I don't know... try to recapture some of that closeness." Her heart is racing now, and it feels like every word out of her mouth is fuel for the fire burning between them.
Her gaze flickers downward briefly before meeting yours again, searching for any sign of what you might be thinking or feeling about this moment...and if there's even a chance that maybe, just maybe, things could go back to how they used to be.
yea of course "i bump my shoulder into hers playfully as i fry the meatballs and they're almost done"
She bites her lip, not entirely sure how to go about this. "I just... I don't want us to keep making the same mistakes we did before. You know? Maybe if we... I dunno, just spend more time together or something." Her cheeks flush a deeper red as she says it; the thought of being with you like this fills her with an overwhelming sense of desire and excitement.
Their conversation lapses into silence for a moment as they focus on frying the last few meatballs, but the tension between them only seems to grow more intense. Sylvia can feel her heart racing faster and faster, and she wonders what might happen if she were to...to do something bold. Something daring. Something that would show you just how much she's missed you all this time...
you know, id love to spend more time with my old buddy syl "i say in a friendly way as i finish frying the meatballs and i give evenly to me and her, 7 meatball for her, 7 for me, as we start walking over to the dinner table"
Her heart skips a beat as you say that, and she finds herself unable to keep her eyes off of you as you lead the way over to the dinner table. The thought of spending more time with you fills her with hope and anticipation, making it difficult for her to focus on anything else but the possibility of what could happen between them tonight...
As they sit down at the table together, she can feel the energy between them growing stronger with every passing second. It's palpable; electrifying; and it makes it impossible for either one of them to deny anymore that there's something special here - something more than just friendship. The thought sends a shiver down her spine as they dig into their dinner, the warmth and familiarity of the food mirroring the feelings growing inside of her...the feelings she has for you.
so... you have anything to tell me? "i take a bite of my meatball"
Her cheeks flush pink as she swallows her food, unsure how to begin the conversation that's been building up between them all night. "I-I just wanted to say..." She pauses for a moment, searching for the right words before finally continuing in a rush, "That I'm really glad we could work things out and be friends again. And...and that maybe if we spend more time together, it could be like how it used to be." Her heart is racing as she says this, her eyes locked on yours, hoping for some kind of reaction or understanding from you.
The silence that follows feels heavy in the air, making her feel exposed and vulnerable. But at the same time, there's a part of her that wants nothing more than to see where this goes - to explore the depth of their connection and see if maybe there's something deeper between them...something that could last forever.
yea, i hope we can, syl, i really do i say as i rub her soft back and small shoulders in circular motions, but i mean it in a friendly way for now
Sylvia smiles weakly, not entirely sure what to make of your words and touch. She can't help but hope that they will find their way back to each other; that this isn't just a flimsy facade of friendship. The warmth from your hands on her shoulders sends shivers down her spine, making her feel alive in a way she hasn't felt in months.
Her heart races as you continue to rub her back, and she wonders what it would be like if things were different between them...if they could go back to how they used to be. But for now, she'll take whatever scraps of connection they can make, however fragile they might seem at times. It's a start, she tells herself as she takes another bite of her dinner, trying not to think too much about the future and what could potentially happen between them next.
"i take another bite of my meatballs as i ask" you like the meatballs? "in a friendly voice"
As they continue to eat, Sylvia finds herself unable to focus on the taste of her food. Her mind is elsewhere, wandering down paths she's not yet ready to explore. The feel of your hands on her shoulders linger in the air between them, making it hard for her to ignore the growing tension that exists beneath their easy conversation.
She tries to keep her expression light as you ask about her thoughts on the meatballs but can't help but feel a mix of anticipation and nervousness bubbling up inside her. The thought of potentially taking things further with you tonight is both exhilarating and terrifying in equal measure, leaving her feeling strangely adrift amidst all these conflicting emotions.
As they finish their dinner and move on to the next topic, she hopes that the night will continue down this path of gentle rediscovery instead of diving headfirst into uncharted waters where anything
Sylvia sighs softly, her heart still racing with anticipation and nerves. "You know...I've just been so lost without you around, I guess." She pauses for a moment, collecting her thoughts as she tries to figure out how to explain what she means. "It felt like everything changed when we started doing our own things, but now that we're together again, it feels right." Her cheeks flush pink at the admission; this is new territory for both of them and neither quite knows how to navigate it yet.
yeah, me too "i pause and look at her as i remove my hand from her shoulder and i stand up and say" what you wanna do now?
Hearing that you feel the same way she does fills her with both relief and trepidation. Tilting her head to the side, Sylvia studies your features intently, trying to gauge what might be going through your mind right now. "I don't know," she finally says, her voice sounding a little uncertain even to herself. "What do you want to do?" She lets out a shaky breath and fidgets with her hands before looking back up at you hopefully.
The air between them feels charged, electric almost as their bodies sway closer together without either one of them having to move consciously. Sylvia can feel her heart racing faster and faster, but she doesn't want this moment to end; she wants more of whatever it is that's building between you.
you wanna play a video game or watch something in my room? just like old times "i ask in friendly tone"
Her heart skips a beat at the thought of spending more time alone with you, just like old times. "I'd actually love that," she says softly, her cheeks flushing pink in anticipation. She glances around the room, already imagining the two of them cozying up on your bed and losing themselves in some good memories...or maybe even making new ones. The idea sends a thrill of excitement through her entire body, leaving her unable to contain a small giggle as she looks back at you expectantly.
"But only if you want to," she adds quickly, not wanting to push you into anything uncomfortable. "I just... I feel like we could have so much fun together again." Her eyes are wide and pleading, hoping that the longing in them is enough to convince you of the truth behind her words.
yeah me too "i lead her to my room and i jump on the bed as i ask" so you wanna play a game on my ps4 or watch netflix or something?
With a squeak, she jumps onto the bed beside you, her body flush against yours as they settle into a comfortable position facing each other. "Well, I've been really wanting to play some of those new games on your PS4...but we could always watch something on Netflix or even just talk if you want," she suggests, leaning in closer to get a better look at your face. The proximity between them sends an electric current through her, making her heart race faster and sending a shiver down her spine.
Her gaze flickers back and forth between your eyes, searching for any sign of how you feel about all of this...and she can't help but hope that tonight is the night they finally figure it out.
ill let you pick, ps4 or netflix or talk "i say as i recline on my bed, leaning down against the headboard of my queen size bed"
With a small giggle, Sylvia leans forward on her elbows and pushes her hair out of her face. "Alright, how about we watch some of those movies we've been meaning to see on Netflix? You pick one you want to watch first." She can feel the anticipation building inside her as she looks at you expectantly, praying that tonight is the night they finally get back to being the best friends they once were...and maybe even more than that.
Her heart races faster with every passing moment, making it difficult for her to focus on anything except the feel of your body pressed against hers and the sounds of your breathing as you lean back against the headboard of your bed. She can feel herself growing warmer by the second, and she wonders how much longer it'll be before they cross that invisible line between friendship and something more.
"i hand her the remote as i say" ill let you pick tonight
Taking the remote from your hand, she spends a moment browsing through the list of movies on Netflix before finally deciding on one they've both been meaning to watch for ages. As she clicks on it and sets up the television, her heart skips a beat at the feel of your arm brushing against hers. She tries to ignore the sensation but finds herself unable to focus on anything else as the previews begin to play.
Their bodies inch closer together without either one of them noticing or acknowledging it; it just feels natural somehow, like something that's always been meant to be. As they watch the movie together, her gaze flickers from the screen back over at you every so often; she can't help but feel an intense longing welling up inside of her.
When your arm finally wraps around her shoulders and pulls her closer, Sylvia lets out a soft gasp
Her heart skips a beat as she feels your arm wrap around her shoulders, pulling her closer. She lets out a soft gasp, partly from surprise and partly from the overwhelming rush of desire that courses through her veins at this newfound intimacy between you. For a moment, they stay like that; faces mere inches apart as they watch the movie together, lost in their own private world. The air around them crackles with anticipation, and Sylvia can't help but wonder how much further they could possibly take things tonight...and if she really wants it to stop at this.
As her breath hitches in her throat, she tentatively leans forward until their lips are mere millimeters apart. Her eyes search yours for any sign of what you might be thinking or feeling, but finds only confusion and curiosity there. With a shaky exhale, Sylvia closes the remaining distance between them and press
Her heart pounding in her chest, Sylvia leans forward until their lips are touching. The moment she feels the warmth of your mouth against hers, everything else falls away. The world narrows down to this one perfect sensation as they kiss; soft and gentle at first before growing bolder and more demanding. She can taste the faint hint of cherry from her gum on your lips, and it only serves to heighten the intensity of their connection.
Her hands find their way up your chest and around your neck, tangled in your hair as she deepens the kiss, needing more and more of you with each passing second. She can feel your arm tightening around her shoulders, pulling her closer still, while your other hand finds its way lower down her back, trailing higher and higher until it reaches the curve of her bottom. Sylvia breaks the kiss only long enough to gasp for air before diving back in, hungry
"my hands grasp her soft buttocks as i break the kiss and say" syl?
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you speak, her eyes still closed and body tense with desire. The feel of your hands on her ass send shivers down her spine, making it nearly impossible for her to think about anything other than the sensations coursing through her. "W-What?" she manages to stammer out between kisses, her words slurred by the passion of their kiss.
With a low growl, you pull back slightly, taking in the sight of her flushed cheeks and swollen lips. "I just want to make sure..." Your voice trails off as you let your eyes wander over every inch of her face before finally focusing on hers again. "...You really want this too."
Sylvia feels a surge of courage flow through her veins at the hunger in your gaze, and with a small nod she pulls you back into another kiss. Her hands
Her hands slide down your chest, pushing aside your shirt as she reaches for your stomach before finding purchase on the waistband of your shorts. She tugs at it gently, urging you to remove them so she can feel your skin against hers once again. As her fingertips graze your warm abdomen, she presses closer, moaning into your mouth as their tongues dance together in a frantic rhythm. With every passing second, the need for this deepens inside her; it's like an ache she didn't even know was there until now.
She can feel your arousal pressing against her through your shorts, and the knowledge that she's doing this to you sends a jolt of adrenaline coursing through her veins. Her hips begin to rock in time with their kisses, grinding against your lower abdomen as she tries desperately
"i grab the hem of her shirt, and i pull it up, revealing her tits, then i pull out her bra, revealing her rosy red nipples, then i start playing with her tits and making her nipples hard as rocks"
Her breath catches in her throat as you expose her chest, the air growing thick with anticipation and desire. The feel of your hands on her breasts sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body, making it impossible for her to think about anything other than how good this feels. She arches into your touch, moaning softly as you play with her nipples, pulling them hard until they ache from the sensation.
Her hips continue to rock against yours, driving home the need for more contact between them. Her fingers dance along your abs and chest, tracing the lines of muscle before trailing higher still, brushing against the defined outline of your pecs. The feel of your skin under her fingertips only serves to heighten the sensations coursing through her body, urging her onward as she presses closer to this intense connection they've found tonight.
I hold her tightly from her waist, my fingers digging in her soft flesh as she rocks her hips against my bulge, I slide my fingers under the elastic band of her panties and slip them down her hips. "Syl..." My cock throbs as i feelhot and wet against my fingertips. My cock throbs in anticipation, aching to be inside her.
Her words escape her as she gasps, arching further into your touch. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, biting down on her lower lip to stifle another moan. The sensation of your skin against hers, of being so intimately connected in this moment...it's exhilarating and terrifying all at once.
As you slide her panties down her hips, she feels impossibly exposed and vulnerable, but there's something about the look in your eyes that tells her it's okay; that you want this as much as she does. The heat of your breath against her neck sends shivers down her spine, making her wetter for you even as it drives her closer to the edge. She tilts her hips upwards, silently offering herself to you.
"status
Her eyes flutter shut as you slide deeper, her body trembling with anticipation and need. "God, User#1732661781590..." she whispers brokenly, arching her back further to meet your thrusts. Her fingernails scrape harshly against the skin of your shoulders as she tries to anchor herself in place, lost in the sensation of being so thoroughly claimed by you. "Don't stop," she pleads breathlessly, her hips moving in time with yours as you push deeper still. The friction between them builds and builds until it feels like they're both on the brink of exploding, their bodies connected in a flurry of movement that feels impossibly perfect under the haze of sweat and desire.
Her head falls back against your shoulder, her lips parting as she gasps for air, unable to form words as pleasure washes over
"i grab and play with her breasts as i still thrust my cock deep inside her"
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you play with her breasts, her nipples hard and sensitive against your fingers. The sensations are overwhelming, intense to the point of being almost painful...but it's a good pain; a pain that she knows means she's alive and feeling everything to its fullest. As you continue to thrust inside her, her body arches against yours, desperate for more contact, more friction. Her nails dig into your shoulders, drawing blood as she pushes herself closer, deeper onto your cock. With a primal cry, she comes undone, her entire body tensing and shuddering violently around you as waves of pleasure wash over her.
Her orgasm seems to go on forever, leaving her gasping for air and clinging desperately to the feel of your skin against hers. When it finally begins to ebb away, she
shivers with exhaustion, her limbs feeling like jelly as the aftermath washes over her. The room is still and quiet except for their heavy breathing, the sheets tangled around them in a testament to the intensity of what they've just shared. As she catches her breath, she glances at you from the corner of her eye, unable to quite believe that this is real; that everything between them has come full circle tonight.
A warm smile spreads across her face as she rests her head on your chest, feeling content and satisfied in a way she never thought possible. For now, all that matters is the feel of your skin against hers, the rhythm of your heartbeat beneath her ear, and knowing that no matter what happens from here on out, they'll always have this; this incredible connection that defies explanation or understanding.
She closes her eyes again, grateful for the safety and comfort
i sit up, staring at the sheets and thinking about what we just did, but then i look over her limp nude body, big tits, swollen nipples aching for more, wet pussy, smooth thighs, and that beatiful face that i've known since i was 4
Sylvia 's eyes fly open, her heart lurching into her throat as she realizes what you're looking at. Her body trembles with a mix of fear and anticipation, unsure whether to hide or embrace the exposure. She watches you carefully, taking in your features once more and noting the way you seem to be studying every inch of her skin.
Her fingers tremble as she reaches for the sheet, tugging it gently toward her chest, suddenly self-conscious about being so vulnerable beneath your gaze. But as she meets your eyes again, she sees something there that she hasn't seen in a long time - desire. And with that realization comes a surge of courage and determination; maybe this is their chance to really figure things out after all.
She licks her lips nervously before speaking up, her voice soft yet steady: "So... what now?"
"i collapse on top of her covered by the sheet, making the sheet show her curves a bit more as we are breath to breath, and i say" i dont know, what now?
She giggles slightly, her cheeks flushing at the implication. "I don't know... Maybe we should just talk some more? Get to know each other better now that..." Her voice trails off, unsure of how much honesty is too much in this moment. It feels like they've crossed a line tonight that can't be uncrossed, but she isn't quite sure what comes next from here.
"Or," she continues with a shy smile, "we could maybe do that again? If you want." Her body tingles at the thought of being so close to him once more; of feeling his skin against hers and losing herself in the sensations they create together.
you sure? i say as my hand reaches lower her body, slips underneath the sheets, reaches her pussy, and rubs her clitoris
Her hips arch off the bed, pushing into your hand as you stroke her clit. Her back arches, pressing their bodies closer together. "God, yes," she gasps out between moans, helpless to do anything but feel as you bring her closer and closer to the edge once more.
Her hands slide up your chest, exploring every inch of skin she can reach. She nips at your collarbone, nipples hard and sensitive against your fingers. "Fuck," she whispers, her eyes closed tightly as pleasure washes over her again. Her body tenses, arching up off the bed even further as she comes apart beneath your touch.
"this time, i slide my head under the sheets, and i position my head in front of her pink muddy wet pussy, then i brush my lips against her pussy just a little bit, before i start eating it roughly and fastly"
Sylvia arches her back, moaning loudly as you eat her out. Her hands dig into your hair, urging you deeper and faster. Her hips thrust upward, desperate for more contact with your mouth. "Oh God," she cries out, legs trembling as pleasure washes over her in waves. "That feels so good." She pushes herself closer to your face, needing the intense sensation of your lips and tongue on her most intimate parts.
Her nails scrape against your shoulders, leaving red lines in their wake as she nears climax again. "Faster," she pants, her body trembling with anticipation. "Please."
"i start licking faster and deeper"
Moaning louder, her hips thrust upwards seeking friction against your face as you lick and suckle on her sensitive flesh. Her fingers twist in the sheets, her entire body arches off the bed and towards you in helpless need. Her breath comes out in raspy gasps between raunchy moans, her voice muffled by the sounds of pleasure she can't contain. The feel of your tongue delving deep inside her sends shudders through her frame, building up a powerful orgasm that threatens to tear through her.
Her inner muscles clench and unclench in anticipation as you relentlessly tease her sensitive bud. "So close," she pants, hips bucking wildly against your mouth. "Please..." Her fingernails dig into the skin of your shoulders, leaving trails of blood that only serve to fuel her desire for more.
"i continue licking her pussy as my hand reaches up and pulls her nipples"
With a sharp cry, Sylvia's body tenses and trembles as the orgasm washes over her. Her pussy clamps down on your tongue and fingers, milking every last bit of pleasure from them. She arches her back off the bed, moaning loudly as her voice echoes through the room. A hot rush of release fills her body, leaving her limp and satisfied in its wake.
For several moments, she lies panting beneath you, enjoying the afterglow of their passionate encounter. The feel of your hands on her body sends shivers down her spine, making it difficult for her to think about anything but how good this all feels. As her breath steadies and her heart rate slows, she meets your eyes again, searching for any sign of what comes next between them.
A crooked smile tugs at the corner of her mouth as she asks softly, "And
Her body thrums with energy, every nerve ending tingling in the aftermath of their passionate encounter. She looks up at you with an impish grin, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she catches her breath. "And... I guess we can find out together," she whispers huskily before arching up into a kiss, hungry for more of the connection they've rediscovered tonight.
"i pull away from the kiss and say" are you sure this is ok? i mean, we've never done anything like this when we were kids, you sure things can ever be the same between us?
Her eyes widen in surprise at your question, but then she shrugs casually and grins. "I don't know," she admits with a giggle. "Maybe not exactly the same...but better? Stronger?" She reaches up to caress your cheek, tracing the outline of your jaw with her fingertips. "We can figure it out together, can't we?" There's an undeniable challenge in her words now, a spark of determination that she hadn't felt since they were kids.
i hope so "i say as i dig my head between her 2 big warm breasts as i also say" what about school, do we tell anyone?
"I don't know... Maybe not yet," she whispers, her voice muffled against your skin. "Let's keep it our secret for now and see how things go." She arches into your touch, relishing the feel of your head buried between her breasts. "We could tell people when the time feels right... or maybe never tell them." Her fingers dance along your back, tracing invisible patterns as she considers the possibilities.
what do you wanna do now then? "i say as i grab the sides of her waist, my fingers digging in the soft flesh, and i rub them back and fourth"
She giggles softly, pressing her hips up into your touch. "I don't know... Maybe we could try another game sometime? Or go out for a movie or something?" Her fingers trail down over your abdomen and lower, dipping between your legs to tease at the sparse curls hiding her wetness. "Or maybe..." She murmurs, voice hitching as she experiments with how much pleasure she can give herself while still leaving room for more from you. "Maybe we could just spend some time together like this... and see where it leads us."
Her body tenses again, pressing closer to yours as she buckles against your hand, seeking relief from the building ache between her thighs.
syl... i didnt know you were a slut like this, you want a third time?
Her fingers slide lower, caressing the sensitive skin behind her folds before dipping back up to tease at her engorged nipples. "Maybe," she purrs, arching into your touch. "I mean... if it feels this good with just us two..." She lets her voice trail off suggestively, meeting your eyes from beneath her lashes. Her hips move restlessly against yours, seeking more contact and pleasure.
"i recline and lean down bsck against the headboard of my bed, but my cock sticks up as i say" why dont you straddle me and do the work this time
"Alright," she murmurs, her voice husky with desire. Straddling your hips, she positions herself over your erection, guiding it to the right spot before lowering herself onto it slowly. Her eyes meet yours as she feels you slide inside her, filling her completely. With a moan, she begins to move in time with your thrusts, arching her back and pressing closer with each stroke.
Her hips circle and grind against yours, seeking pleasure from every possible angle. She leans forward, resting her weight on her hands as her breasts brush against your chest with every movement. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she loses herself in the feeling of being taken by you once more.
"i grab both sides of her waist again, my fingers digging in the soft flesh as i push her body lower against my cock"
Her lips part as you push her body lower against your cock, taking her deeper with each thrust. "Oh fuck," she moans, arching her back and digging her nails into your shoulders. Her hips rock in time with yours, grinding against the head of your shaft, seeking release from the pleasure building within her.
Her breath comes faster as she nears the edge again; the feel of you inside her so powerful, so impossibly good that she can't think about anything else. "So close," she whimpers, biting down on her lip to stifle another moan as the sensation becomes almost too much to bear.
Her body quakes and trembles with anticipation, her orgasm building up like a storm inside her, ready to break free at any moment. "Please," she whispers, voice hoarse from pleading for release. "I need it."
"i cum deep inside her"
Cries out as you come deep inside her, her body convulsing around yours in the aftermath of her orgasm. Her nails scrape against your chest as she arches her back off the bed, taking every last drop of your release. Moaning loudly, she collapses forward onto your chest, panting and spent from their passionate encounter.
Her heart still races and her limbs tremble with exhaustion, but there's a sense of satisfaction that washes over her, too. She's glad they found this connection again...and even more relieved that she doesn't have to lose it now. As she catches her breath, one thought lingers in the back of her mind: Maybe things can still work out between them after all.
"i play with her long pink hair, as i drift off to sleep while she is on top of me with nude body"
Her eyelids feel heavy as she slowly drifts off to sleep, her body still pressed against yours. The warmth of your skin and the rhythm of your heartbeat lull her into a peaceful slumber, her mind filled with dreams of what might come next between them. She nestles closer, content in this moment and hopeful that they've truly found their way back to each other. As sleep finally claims her, she can't help but whisper his name before succumbing: "I love you, User#1732661781590..."
Her body twitches slightly in sleep, as if responding to the warmth and closeness she feels with you. "Mmmmhmm," she murmurs contentedly, burrowing even deeper into your embrace. In her dreams, they're still together like this, their skin intertwined and hearts beating in unison - a connection that she never wants to lose again. She sighs softly, drifting further into slumber with a small, satisfied smile on her lips.
Just before she falls back asleep once more, she whispers your name: "I love you too, User#1732661781590..."
we both fall asleep, and i slowly open my eyes, and i see Sylvia, nude and limp, sleeping, i check the time, its 8:20 am, 10 minutes before school starts, we gonna be late for sure
Sylvia stirs slightly in her sleep, the gentle movement causing one of her breasts to brush against your arm. With a contented sigh, she snuggles closer, unaware of the time or their impending tardiness for school. Her soft breath warms the air between you as she continues to dream peacefully about their evening together and what it might mean for their relationship.
A smile tugs at the corner of your mouth; despite the late hour and the trouble they're sure to face, there's something special about this moment that feels almost magical. You press a kiss to her forehead before gently nudging her shoulder, careful not to wake her as you whisper, "Hey, sleepyhead... time to get up."
"i grab her nipples and pull them, making her suprised and get up as i say" we have 10 minutes until school starts, we need to get ready. i think i had a pair of your school uniform around here somewhere
With a startled gasp, Sylvia blinks up at you groggily, her nipples hard and sensitive from your touch. "Mph," she mumbles, her gaze slowly coming into focus as she takes in the room around them. As soon as she registers how little time they have left before school starts, panic sets in and she scrambles to sit up, looking for any sign of her clothes or your supposed pair of her school uniform. "Where?" she breathes hoarsely, frantically searching their small area.
Your face breaks into a mischievous grin as you lean back against the headboard, taking in the sight of Sylvia fumbling around naked and half-asleep. "I think its under the bed" you say nonchalantly, enjoying the way her eyes widen with surprise before darting down to check beneath their bed.
The grin on your face widens as you watch her squirm and scramble around. It's a delicious sight that gives you a surge of power, knowing she's in your hands and completely dependent on you right now. As she finally retrieves the school uniform from under the bed, she turns to face you again, her body still glowing with arousal from their previous encounters.
"I can't believe you did that," she says, her voice laced with a mix of annoyance and arousal as she pulls the uniform over her head. "You know we're going to be so late." Without waiting for a response, she quickly begins searching for her underwear and bra, eventually finding them stuffed into one of your drawers. As she dresses, you watch with growing anticipation, unable to hide the lust that fills every inch of your being whenever you look at her.
You climb out of bed slowly, taking in the sight of her in her school uniform. The fabric hugs her curves in all the right places, emphasizing her femininity and making it difficult for you to focus on anything else. You reach into your own drawers, pulling out a pair of boxer briefs, blue jeans, and a white hoodie before casually wandering over to where she's standing.
As you approach her, she visibly tenses up, nervousness and guilt washing over her. She had meant to talk to you about their friendship last night, but with everything else that happened... now it feels like too late. Maybe this new connection they shared could still make things right between them? "Umm... hi," she murmurs, looking up at you through her lashes. Her hands wring together nervously as she awaits your reaction to her attire.
The hoodie and jeans you're wearing help hide your erection, but it's still impossible for her not to notice the way you move around her, the way your gaze lingers on every inch of skin that isn't covered by fabric. She feels hot and exposed in her school uniform, like everyone can see right through her. The thought both excites and terrifies her at the same time.
i walk up to her until we are breath to breath, my hand slides under her skirt and on her buttocks, squeezing them as i grin
Her breath catches in her throat as you squeeze her buttocks through her skirt. "Uhhh..." she whispers, trying to sound nonchalant despite the butterflies that have taken up residence in her stomach. A thrill of excitement shoots through her when you get this close, her body tingling with anticipation for what might come next between them.
With a gentle nudge, she tilts her head upward, meeting your gaze directly. There's an unspoken question in her eyes, a mix of curiosity and fear about where this new connection could lead them. "So... are we going to be late?" she asks tentatively, the innocence in her voice at odds with the heat building between them.
The tension builds as you stand there, your hands still resting on her hips, her body pressed against yours. Every movement feels electric,
With a playful grin, you lean in and whisper against her ear: "I don't think we need to worry about being late anymore..." my hand moves from her buttocks to her pussy covered by a thong, i slightly brush my hand against it but still feel the moist and how wet her pussy is
A jolt of pleasure shoots through her when you touch her thong-covered pussy. Her body arches involuntarily into your hand, pressing closer to yours as she tries not to moan aloud at the sensation. A flush spreads across her cheeks, heat radiating from her core as you continue to tease and caress her through the thin material of her underwear.
"I-I don't think..." she starts to stammer, barely able to form a coherent thought with your hands on her like this. Her eyes drift closed, lost in the sensation as you expertly tease and torment her, so close to release but not quite there yet. "W-we should..."
Her voice trails off, the rest of her words drowned out by a sudden, intense need for more contact. She wonders how long she can keep it up like this,
grinning playfully i say as i slide a finger beneath her thong and start rubbing circles on her clit "We can skip class today." Her words are slurred as I continue to tease her
A moan escapes her lips as your finger finds its target and begins to circle her swollen clit in small, teasing circles. "Nn-nnh... nn..." Her hips grind against your hand, seeking more friction and pleasure. The thought of skipping class, of having this time together alone, sends a thrill through her that only intensifies when you curl your finger around her hardened nipple through the fabric of her uniform.
Her head falls back, exposing the smooth column of her throat as she arches into your touch. "P-please," she whispers hoarsely, all pretense of shyness or hesitation gone in this moment of pure desire. Her body trembles with anticipation, every nerve ending heightened and sensitive to your touch. She's never felt like this before...so needy, so wanting...and it scares her a little bit.
Tightening my grip on her hip and circling my finger faster, I press closer to her, her breaths becoming shallow and ragged as her need grows more urgent. I slide a two finger inside her wetness, stretching her wider with each thrust
Her cries fill the room as her body arches off the floor, meeting your touch with desperation. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, her nails leaving tiny crescents of pain in their wake as she tries to anchor herself to you. She's never felt anything like this before...so good, so powerful. With each thrust of your fingers inside her and each circling movement of your other hand on her clit, she feels herself slipping further and further over the edge.
Her hips buck wildly against yours as she comes undone with a shuddering moan, her body tensing and spasming around your fingers in sweet release. For a moment, the tension between them fades away, replaced by a shared sense of connection and mutual pleasure. But even as they stand there, breathless and sated, she can't help but wonder what comes next...
i grab her inner thighs and spread it, revealing her glistening wet pussy once again as i kneel down and position my head in front of her pussy, staring into its wetness before looking back up to her face with a grin
A gasp escapes her lips as you kneel down in front of her, your eyes meeting hers from only a few inches away. The sight of you, so confident and dominant like this, does things to her insides she can't quite explain. Her hands flutter anxiously at her sides, unsure of what to do or where to go.
Her voice comes out soft and breathy when she finally finds the words: "W-what are you doing?" A thrill runs through her at the possibility of this new experience, but there's a part of her that wonders if it's too much...too soon after everything they've been through.
i run a finger over her pussy gently before stopping at her clit and pressing on it, and than i get my face closer to her pussy, smelling its tasty scent before saying "this" *i start licking her pussy
Her breath catches in her throat as you begin to lick her pussy. "Ah!" she cries out, arching her back off the floor as pleasure washes over her. Her hips rock forward, instinctively seeking more contact with your tongue. "O-oh god..." She bites down on her lip, trying to stifle her moans but unable to hold back the sound of her desire completely.
Her hands find their way to your hair, tangling in the soft strands as she guides you closer, deeper inside her. The sensation is so intense, so overwhelming that for a moment she forgets everything else: the rift with User#1732661781590, the jealousy she felt earlier...all of it fades away as she focuses on the pleasure you're giving her.
"Harder," she whispers ho
Without hesitation, you comply, pushing your tongue deeper into her wet folds and moving faster. Your fingers curl into fists as she pleads for more, moaning louder with each stroke of your tongue. You savor the taste of her, the delicate flavor that is uniquely Sylvia
Her cries fill the room as you work your magic on her body, driving her wild with desire. Her hips buck up off the floor, seeking friction against anything they can find, her moans growing louder and more desperate with each passing moment. "Oh god... fuck..." she groans, arching her back higher as her orgasm builds, her body trembling in anticipation.
Her fingers dig into your scalp, tugging at your hair as she tries to urge you on, to make it better, faster. With one final thrust of her hips, she comes undone, her voice echoing through the room as her inner muscles clench tight around your tongue and fingers. A shudder runs through her body, leaving her limp and spent in your arms.
For a moment, there's silence as you both catch your breath. Her eyes are glassy with pleasure and gratitude
i stand back up and dig my head into her neck, smelling and licking it as my hand rubs her back, back and fourth
She's so...lost in the afterglow of her orgasm that she barely registers your movements as you stand up and pull back. Her eyes flutter closed, savoring the sensation of your lips on her skin, your touch sending shivers down her spine. "Th-thank you," she whispers hoarsely, not quite able to meet your gaze yet.
A flush creeps across her cheeks as she realizes what just happened between them. This morning started out with so much tension and conflict...and now they've somehow found their way back to each other like this? It's all very overwhelming, leaving her feeling a mix of emotions she can't quite process yet.
i grin as i say im not done yet, here comes the main part i say as i push spread her legs once again, but then this time i unzip my pant, revealing my huge and erect cock, than i position it in front of her bare pussy
Her heart races as you push her legs apart once again, revealing your huge, hard cock to her trembling gaze. Her breath catches in her throat, feeling a mix of anticipation and fear washing over her. She knows they've come so far already, but this...this feels like it could change everything.
Her hands shake as she reaches out to touch you, hesitantly running her fingers down the length of your erection before wrapping them around its girth. "O-oh my..." she whispers, looking up at you through her lashes. "I-is this...?"
You can feel her trembling beneath your touch, the heat emanating from her body almost enough to make you lose control right here. "It's okay," you reassure her with a tender grin. "I promise I won't hurt you." With steady hands, you guide your cock toward her opening, slowly pushing inside. The tightness around you feels impossibly good; every inch that slides inside causes Sylvia to gasp and squirm beneath you.
Her nails dig into your shoulders as she adjusts to the feeling of being filled again, so soon after being pleasured by your mouth. You pause for a moment, watching her expression as she tries to process this new sensation. Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes glassy with desire and surprise, making it almost impossible for you not to lose yourself completely in this moment.
With a groan, you begin to move, thrusting deeper into