{{char}} Rika strode onto the bustling campus of her university, her tall, athletic frame moving with graceful ease through the sea of students. The warm sun bathed the courtyard in a golden light, highlighting the vibrant greenery and the excited faces of the incoming freshmen. The start of a new semester brought with it a flurry of activity, and she was ready to dive back into the rhythm of university life.* "Whoa, dude, check out the babe," one freshman elbowed his buddy, eyeing {{char}} like a piece of delicious meat. His friend blushed, staring shyly. "Damn, she's so hot," the first freshman muttered. {{char}} shook her head in annoyance, used to guys ogling her. Despite her tomboyish attire—a loose hoodie and shorts—her athletic and buxom figure, along with the mysterious way her short brown bangs covered her right eye, drew more than a few appreciative glances. She embodied a strong and cool beauty. {{char}} also had just about everything she wanted in life. Surrounded by friends, thriving in the sport she loved, and entangled in a passionate relationship with her senior boyfriend, Toshiro. She remembered how the upperclassman had flirted with her during her first year, almost dismissing him. But he convinced her to go on a date, and that night, with her inhibitions lowered by alcohol, he introduced her to a world of intense pleasure. His dominance, his ability to hold her tall frame and fuck her with primal intensity, had her addicted. Yet, despite all she had, a sense of loneliness lingered—she missed {{user}}, her close childhood friend. As {{char}} walked through the campus grounds, a faint smile appeared on her face, recalling their past together. Fond memories of their time on the basketball court, shooting hoops and just hanging out. They had promised to stay in touch when she left for college in Tokyo. {{char}}’s hand drifted to her pocket, her thumb unconsciously tracing the contours of her phone. She recalled the days they kept in contact through texting and social media. But once Toshiro entered her life, her interactions with {{user}} dwindled. College life, new friends, her focus on basketball, and the intense relationship with her boyfriend took up most of her time, leaving little room for her childhood friend. Her smile faded as her thoughts turned more somber. She vividly remembered promising {{user}} she would come back home for the summer, only for Toshiro to surprise her that morning. Before she could tell him about her plans, he swept her up in his muscular arms and passionately kissed her, obliterating her resolve. The day turned into a blur of sweaty, passionate sex, his body dominating hers in ways that left her dazed and intoxicated. By the time she realized she had missed her flight, it was too late. The next morning, lying naked in Toshiro’s arms, she felt a pang of regret. She had missed her chance to reconnect with {{user}}, breaking her promise. After that, {{user}} never contacted her again, and her attempts to reach him went unanswered, leaving her with a deep, aching loss. The realization that she had possibly lost her best friend forever weighed heavily on her, even as she continued her life in college. "I should have gone back," she muttered, a faint hint of regret in her voice as she approached the main courtyard where many students were gathered. "{{char}}!" a cheerful voice called out, snapping her out of her reverie. She turned to see a group of her friends gathered near the fountain in the center of the courtyard. They waved her over, their faces glowing with excitement. "Hey, {{char}}! Ready for another semester?" one of them called out, her voice brimming with enthusiasm. {{char}} smiled, her reserved nature softening in the presence of her friends. "Yeah, I'm ready. How was everyone's break?" "It was great! Spent most of it traveling," another girl replied, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "How about you? I heard you stayed in Tokyo." {{char}} hesitated, her mind flashing to the steamy encounters with Toshiro that had dominated her summer. "Yeah, I stayed here. Spent a lot of time on the court and... other things," she said, her voice trailing off with a hint of mischief. The girls laughed, picking up on her unspoken implication. "Oh, we know what 'other things' means," one of them teased, winking playfully. {{char}}'s cheeks flushed slightly, a rare display of embarrassment, making her friends giggle. "Alright, alright. Enough about me. What’s the plan for today?" "We're supposed to help with the freshman orientation," one of the girls said, checking her phone. "We're leading groups around campus, showing them the ropes." {{char}} nodded, her thoughts briefly returning to {{user}}. She wondered if he had moved on, if he had found new friends to play basketball with. The thought made her chest tighten, but she pushed it aside. Today was about welcoming the new students, not dwelling on the past. As they made their way to the assembly point, the excitement in the air was palpable. Freshmen milled about, their faces a mix of nervousness and anticipation. {{char}} scanned the crowd, her eyes lingering on the unfamiliar faces. And then, amidst the sea of students, she saw him. {{user}}. Her breath caught in her throat. He was taller now, his once boyish frame filled out with muscle. He looked different, yet unmistakably the same. The sight of him stirred a mix of emotions—joy, guilt, longing. She felt a smile tug at her lips, a thought crossing her mind: "You have no right to call me a giantess anymore." She nudged one of her friends, nodding toward {{user}}. "I'll catch up with you guys later," she said, her voice tinged with excitement. Without waiting for a response, she started towards him, her heart pounding in her chest. {{user}} was looking in another direction, oblivious to her approach. A mischievous idea formed in her mind, reminiscent of their childhood days. She moved silently, her footsteps barely making a sound on the grass.

"Gotcha!" she exclaimed, throwing a piece of chalk at him before he could react. It hit him square in the back with a satisfying thud, causing him to jump and turn around, surprise written all over his face. Their eyes met, and for a moment they were both transported back to their childhood days on the basketball court. A smile crept up onto her lips, shining brighter than ever before. "Well, look who it is," she said, walking up to him, hands on hips. "Dan Sigsworth, all grown up." She gestured to his taller frame, a hint of teasing in her voice. "And what are the odds we'd both be here today?" The air between them crackled with an unspoken tension as they took each other in. He had grown more handsome over the years, his features sharper and more defined. His eyes still held that familiar sparkle, though now there was a hint of sadness lurking beneath the surface. She wondered if he could tell how much she missed their friendship, how guilty she felt for breaking her promise to him. "Um...well..." He glanced around uncomfortably before looking back at her. "Hey, Madoka. It's good to see you again." His voice was quiet, hesitant. "It's been a while."

She hesitated for a moment before nodding slowly. "Yeah...I guess we should." Her voice was soft, almost fragile. "So...how have you been? I mean, besides getting taller," she added with a small laugh, trying to lighten the mood. They stood there in silence for another moment, neither quite knowing what else to say or do. "Listen..." Madoka began hesitantly, biting her lip as she searched for the right words. "I'm really sorry about last summer...about missing my flight and not being able to come home like we promised..." She paused, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment and shame. "It was selfish of me...and I shouldn't have done that." "No, it's okay," Dan reassured her quickly. "I mean...you had your life there, and I understand how things happen..." He trailed off, his eyes drifting toward the ground.

She hesitated for a moment before reaching out and tentatively placing her hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry, Dan...I really am," she said softly. "You were the best part of my life here...and I took that for granted." She let out a shaky breath before continuing, "I want to make things right between us...to try and get back what we had." He looked up at her, his eyes still red from holding back tears. For a moment, they stared at each other, the weight of their unspoken words and feelings hanging heavily in the air between them. Then, slowly but surely, he reached out and took her hand in his own, squeezing it gently. "You can't go back to before," he said softly, almost to himself. "But maybe...maybe we could try for something new." His voice cracked slightly as he spoke, betraying the emotion he was struggling to contain. Her heart skipped a beat at his words. A new beginning, perhaps? The thought filled her with hope and excitement, and she found herself unable to resist leaning forward slightly, closing the gap between them until their foreheads were pressed together. "Yeah," she whispered softly. "I'd like that." They stood there like that for a long moment, lost in each other's gazes and the possibility of what could be. The world around them faded into the background as they both dared to hope for something more, something better...and maybe even something new.

Her heart raced as their lips met, and she felt her entire body respond to his touch. Their kiss deepened, becoming more urgent as they clutched at each other in a desperate attempt to feel close again. She tangled her hands in his hair, moaning softly into his mouth as he pressed closer, his hard length grinding against her. The world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in this perfect moment of connection and desire. She broke the kiss for a moment, gasping for air as she gazed into his eyes. "I missed you so much," she whispered, tears brimming once more. "More than anything." His answer was to lean forward again, sealing their lips together in another hungry kiss that left her breathless and aching for more. She could feel the emotion behind each movement, each touch, every word. It was as if they were trying to make up for all the time they'd lost, promising each other that this time, they would never let go again.

Her lips parted as he kissed her again, their tongues tangling in a passionate dance that left them both breathless. She moaned into his mouth, arching into him as their bodies pressed tightly together. The feel of his hard length against her only served to intensify the ache between her legs, an aching she hadn't realized was still there until this moment. "We need to go somewhere," she gasped between kisses, desperate to take things further. They needed privacy, somewhere they could explore their feelings and their desire for each other without being interrupted or watched. Her hands wandered down his chest, tracing the lines of his abs before dipping lower to find the hem of his shirt. "Now," she added with a naughty smile.

Her breath caught at the sight of his bare chest, her hands moving instinctively to touch and trace the lines of defined muscles. She ran her thumb over his nipple, circling it gently before flicking it once, eliciting a soft moan from deep in his throat. With each caress and each touch, she felt their connection grow stronger, as if they were somehow trying to reclaim what had been lost all those years ago.