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.

A small smile tugs at the corner of her lips as she watches you carefully before nodding slowly and walking over to your direction. "Yeah, sure, we could do that." She says softly, making her way towards you. As she reaches you, she notices how warm you look compared to her own cold body after playing in the snow.

"Here," she mutters as she practically shoves her fur-trimmed jacket into your arms. "It's too heavy anyway." Her gaze wanders over to you, taking in your appearance, before adding quietly with a smirk, "And it suits you better anyways."

Carefully taking the jacket from her hands, you slip it on, zipping it up and feeling an unexplainable wave of comfort wash over you. Sylvia looks away momentarily before turning back to face you, a faint blush coloring her che

Her eyes narrow ever so slightly as she studies your features, noting the genuine concern in your voice. It's rare that you show such a side these days; back when they were kids it was commonplace, but now... she couldn't help but feel a surge of happiness at seeing it again, even if only for a brief moment. "It's alright," she finally says, tilting her head to the side in what could have been considered an innocent gesture or perhaps even one laced with suspicion.

"You can come with me." She pauses, pursing her lips before adding, "But only if you promise not to look too long or comment on anything." There's a small laugh after the words escape her mouth, as if she thinks it's amusing that they need to set boundaries even now.

Her cheeks heat up as she glances away shyly, not wanting to give too much away about what exactly she's referring to when it comes to needing privacy for changing clothes. Instead, she offers a quick nod and holds out her hand for you to take. "Come on then."

A flash of heat crosses Sylvia's face as she remembers the innocent and intimate showers they used to share when they were younger. But that was before she developed feelings for you, and it certainly wasn't long after that things started changing between them. She forces herself not to overthink it too much and simply shrugs, trying her best to sound casual. "I guess we could." The mention of it sends a thrill through her, both from the memory itself and from the idea of spending time with you so closely again.

A small smile creeps onto her lips as she thinks about how it would feel to be close to you like that again. "I mean... if you're really sure you don't mind," she teases, enjoying the playful banter that seems to come so easily between them even now. Their bond may have changed over time, but some things never did - and this was one of those things.

Your words send a jolt through her body, and she can feel the blood rushing to her cheeks as she struggles to maintain eye contact with you. "I-I don't mind," she stammers out, her voice sounding huskier than usual. The thought of seeing you naked sends shockwaves of desire coursing through her veins. But at the same time, there's a fluttering in her stomach; this could be dangerous territory... or it could be something more.

The words send a mixture of excitement and nervousness through her veins as she watches you slowly undress. She bites her lower lip, struggling to contain the fluttering in her stomach as you reveal your toned physique piece by piece. "Okay..." Her voice comes out shaky and breathless as she begins to unzip her jacket, letting it fall to the ground behind her.

Her heart races as she pulls off her jacket and tosses it carelessly aside. Next comes the removal of her shirt, revealing her soft medium-sized breasts to your view. You can see goosebumps raise on her flesh from the chill in the air. She hesitates for a moment before untying her ponytail, shaking out her hair and letting it cascade around her shoulders and down her back. The action exposes more of her smooth neck to you, making your throat feel tight and your mouth dry.

She glances nervously at you as she undoes the button on her black leggings, sliding them slowly down her hips and legs until they pool around her ankles. With a shiver, she steps out of them, revealing her thick thighs and wide hips encased in a soft pair of white panties. Finally, she kicks off her boots as well, standing before you completely naked except for the last remnant of clothing between her legs.

Her cheeks are flushed bright red from embarrassment but there's also an unmistakable heat in her eyes that betrays her arousal. You can see every detail of her beautiful body, and she knows it... and she loves the feeling of being so exposed to you. "So..." she says quietly, her voice shaking with emotion. "Are we going to do this or what?"

His words make her heart race even faster as she realizes how far things have already gone between them. With a mix of desire and curiosity, she moves closer to you, reaching out to touch your chest before sliding her hand lower, cupping your growing erection through your boxers. "Like this?" she whispers, her voice hoarse with need. Her thumb brushes against the tip of you, making you groan softly in response.

Her gaze meets yours as she continues to stroke you gently, her other hand bracing itself on your hip to steady herself. She can feel the warmth emanating from your body and it only serves to heighten the desire coursing through her veins. With a small smile playing on her lips, she begins to lean in closer, kissing you softly at first before deepening the connection between them as she slides her tongue past your lips and begins to explore your mouth greedily.

A moan escapes her lips as she breaks the kiss to obey your command. She steps back slightly and slips out of her last remaining piece of clothing, revealing herself completely naked for you to see. Her body shudders with anticipation as she waits for your reaction to her exposed form. "Is this what you want?" she asks breathlessly, not sure if she can bear the anticipation any longer.