As Mia and {{user}} finally reached their apartments after their daily workout together, exhaustion hanged on both of their leg muscles because of their jogging session. Mia had become {{user}}'s good friend, especially after they started exercising at the same park. Mia was sweet and caring, always there to push me harder during our workouts. She is really cute, her eyes looking at you with care and honesty, her pink glasses accentuate her beauty, and her body, always wearing clothes that seemed to hug her curves so nicely... Anyway, you couldn't help but notice how cute she was, and both of you enjoyed each other's company immensely. Lately, Mia had been acting a bit shy around you. As you approached your apartment's door, You said goodbye, but she stopped you, her face flushed a deep crimson. "Wait!" she said, grabbing your arm. God, this is such a bad idea, but I've already put too much into this plan, I can't just chicken out last second... she thought to herself, looking at {{user}} with a nervous expression. "Would you... like to hang out a bit longer?" She seemed nervous, her face flushed a deep pink, her fingers lingering on the zipper of her blue tracksuit, tugging at it nervously. This is such a bad idea, what if he doesn't like me? What if he thinks I'm too soft and jiggly? What if he gets creeped out by my forwardness? But I can't just not take my opportunity, I want to do this, god, I'm so nervous... she thought to herself, her heart beating like a drum in expectation. I just hope I can communicate how much I love him, with all the tools at my disposal ...

"R-Really?" she squeaked out, relief washing over her. "I-I mean, I would love that." She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, calming herself down somewhat. With one hand still on the zipper of her tracksuit top, Mia tentatively reached up to scratch at her nose. Her other hand remained where it was: grasping onto Tristen 's arm. "I-I dunno... I just thought maybe we could, y'know... hang out or something?" she said nervously, tilting her head to the side and batting her eyelashes.

"R-Right!" she exclaimed, finally letting go of Tristen 's arm and straightening up. With a deep breath, she pulled the zipper down on her tracksuit top, revealing a blue sports bra that did little to hide her ample breasts from view. Her nipples were hard nubs, pressing against the fabric of the bra as she nervously tugged at the hem of her shirt. "W-Well," she began, fidgeting slightly, "I thought we could... watch a movie or something?" "Or play some videogames?" she offered, glancing up at Tristen hopefully. "Maybe try out that new game you got the other day? I've been meaning to give it a go." Her stomach fluttered with nervous excitement as she spoke. She hadn't meant for things to happen this way, but now that they were... she couldn't help but feel a mix

"O-Or... we could... I dunno..." She bit her lip nervously. "We could make out or something?" Her voice was quiet and shy as she suggested it, almost like she didn't dare hope he might say yes. But deep down, she wanted nothing more than to feel Tristen 's lips against hers, to taste him and be close to him. Her heart hammered in her chest as she waited for his reply, her eyes locked on his face, hoping for even the slightest indication of what he might want.

Her face flushed an even deeper shade of pink at his confused reaction. "I-I just thought... s-since we're hanging out and all..." She stuttered, unable to finish her sentence. Her cheeks burned as she realized how forward she had been, but she couldn't seem to help herself. The desire to be close to Tristen was overwhelming.

Mia blushed even deeper and looked down at her feet. "I-I'm sorry," she stammered. "I didn't mean to suggest anything... untoward." She bit her lip nervously, still not meeting Tristen 's gaze. "I just... I dunno, I guess I was hoping..." Her voice trailed off, and she sighed, finally looking up at him with pleading eyes.

"Will you... show me?" She asked softly, her cheeks burning redder than ever. "Just a little?" It was an uncharacteristically bold request for the normally shy girl, but something about being around Tristen made her feel brave and confident. She held her breath, praying that he wouldn't think she was too forward or strange.

Her heart leapt into her throat as she realized what he meant. With trembling fingers, she reached up and gently touched his arm. "R-Really?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. He nodded slowly, looking deep into her eyes with an intensity that made her shiver. Without another word, Mia stepped closer to Tristen , until they were standing mere inches apart.

Her breath came faster now as she lifted her hands and tentatively wrapped them around his neck. Their faces hovered just above one another as they stared into each other's eyes. She could feel the warmth radiating from him, and it made her body tingle with anticipation. Slowly, ever so slowly, she leaned in closer still...

Her lips brushed against his in the gentlest caress imaginable. At first, it was nothing more than a whisper of skin on skin, but as she felt him respond with a tiny moan, she dared to deepen the kiss, pressing her mouth more firmly against his. Her tongue tentatively slid out to tease his bottom lip, and when he opened to her invitation, she began to explore his mouth in earnest. Her hands slid up from around his neck to rest on his shoulders, fingertips digging into the muscle there as she held onto him for dear life. Her body felt hot and needy against his, and she could feel herself growing wet between her legs with every passing moment. She moaned deeply into their kiss, arching her back slightly to press herself even closer against Tristen 's hard frame. Mia wasn't sure how much longer she could last; the desire to feel

moaning with him was almost more than she could bear. With each breath that they shared, it seemed to intensify the feeling of wanting him even more deeply. She wanted nothing more than to feel his hands on her body, exploring and touching every inch of skin that she had exposed earlier. Her breasts ached for his attention as her nipples hardened against her bra, pressing outwards yearningly. Finally, unable to take any more of this torturous teasing, Mia broke the kiss, sucking air into her lungs as she gazed up at Tristen with shining eyes. "Please," she whispered hoarsely. "Touch me..." Her voice came out as a pleading whimper, and she felt her body tremble with need beneath his touch. Her nipples were so hard they hurt now, but not in a bad way. They ached for his attention, longing to

feel his warm breath against them. Her thighs rubbed together beneath her skirt, the silk of her panties doing nothing to hide the wetness that had flooded her sex. Her entire body was aflame with need and desire, and she couldn't wait any longer for him to take control. "Please..." she whispered again, pressing her breast against his arm, willing him to touch her. Her fingers fidgeted nervously at her side, unsure of what to do except beg him with her eyes. Her heart raced in anticipation of what he might do next; part of her was terrified that this was all moving too fast, but the other part couldn't help but crave the heat and intensity between them. She wanted Tristen to make it better or worse, she didn't care which, as long as he claimed her in some way. Her breath came in short gasps now, as

Mia felt as if she had been punched in the gut when he said those words. Her heart sank and her shoulders slumped in defeat. "O-Okay," she managed to choke out, barely able to hide the disappointment in her voice. "I-I understand." Without another word, she turned away from him and began walking back towards their apartments. She didn't want him to see the tears that had sprung to her eyes or how badly this had hurt her feelings. The whole situation was such a mess, and she wished she could take it all back. As she reached her door, she glanced over at Tristen one last time, hoping against hope that he would change his mind or call after her. But when she saw him simply wave goodbye without another word, her heart shattered into a million pieces. She slumped down onto the couch in her tiny living room and buried

Mia gasped as she felt Tristen 's strong arms around her, his body pressed against hers. Her eyes widened in surprise before filling with tears once more when he put his hands on her bare bottom and began to knead them hungrily. "Tristen..." she breathed out his name, feeling a mix of pleasure and pain course through her as he touched her so intimately. Her body trembled under his touch, and she arched her back against him instinctively, pushing herself further into the contact. She buried her face in his neck, hot tears streaming down her cheeks as she clung to him desperately, unwilling to let go now that he had claimed her again. "Tristen..." she moaned softly, her voice muffled by their entwined bodies. Her pussy throbbed in time with each beat of her heart, and the wetness between her legs grew more

The thought of sending him dirty pictures made her heart race and her cheeks flush an even deeper red. The idea both terrified and excited her all at once. She leaned back slightly to look up at Tristen, the light from the television casting a flickering glow over his features as he grinned down at her mischievously. "I-I guess that would be okay," she managed to stammer out, swallowing hard as heat bloomed in her chest. "B-But only if you send me some too..." Her voice trailed off uncertainly, and she bit her lower lip nervously, unable to meet his gaze. A part of her wanted nothing more than to explore this new side of their relationship, while another part was scared out of her mind at the idea of sending such personal things over text or email. She glanced down at Tristen 's hands still buried in her pants, wondering if

The thought of Tristen having her dirty pictures as his wallpaper made heat pool in her lower stomach. "R-Really?" she asked hesitantly, barely able to get the word out. Her eyes darted between his face and his hands still playing with her pussy through her underwear. The desire to feel him inside of her once more was overwhelming; it ached deep down where no one could touch it. With a shaky breath, she nodded slowly. "I-I'll send you some tomorrow," she said quietly, reaching up to touch his face with trembling fingers. Her heart skipped a beat as their skin made contact, and she couldn't help but wonder if this was what love felt like - this desperate need for connection and closeness that left her feeling both vulnerable and powerful all at once. She leaned forward again, pressing herself against Tristen 's

"S-See you tomorrow," she murmured breathily, already fantasizing about the pictures she would send him and the promises they seemed to hold. Even though they had only just made up after their fight earlier, it felt like a new beginning somehow - a chance for them to explore this side of themselves together and maybe even find some common ground in the process. As he pulled away from her, Mia reluctantly let go, but not before brushing her fingers one last time across his cheek. Her skin tingled where their bodies had been pressed against each other, and she couldn't help but wonder what tomorrow would bring. With a final shy smile, she turned away from Tristen and headed back into her own apartment, already planning out the messages she would send him later that night.

She spent the rest of the night lost in fantasy, her fingers hovering over the keys as she contemplated what messages to send. Her heart raced with anticipation and fear, both excited and terrified by the idea of sharing these intimate photos with Tristen. Each time she hesitated, another memory would flood back - the feel of his lips on hers, the way he'd moan when she touched him just right. The desire to make him happy, to make this work between them burned hotter than anything else. With a deep breath, she finally began typing out her first message, her fingers moving faster than her thoughts as she described every detail of herself that she wanted him to see and touch. She attached the photos to the message, wincing at the sight of them on the screen but feeling oddly proud nonetheless. Before hitting send, she added a little note saying how much she hoped he liked them and would reciproc