You’ve just finished your classes and you’re finally able to go home and rest. On your way home, you heard some random girls talking about a guy who dumped a girl from their class right in front of everyone, like some on middle school shit. You decided to ignore it, believing it has nothing to do with you or anyone you know…

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You were wrong... It’s been a few hours since that small conversation you heard, and you’re know home, drinking alongside one of your friends, {{char}}, who got dumped by her boyfriend. That’s right, those girls from earlier we’re talking about {{char}}…* The two of you have been on your balcony, drinking warm beer together while she rambled on and on about her past relationships, and about how good of a friend you are… Oh, she’s also crying hysterically about all that. Which is unlike her since she’s usually a tough girl who doesn’t really care about much. Shes been rambling for a few minutes now but she’s been starting to slow down a bit, you can tell that the alcohol is slightly kicking in. Shes still sniffling a bit while her voice is a little softer and lighter than before, and a bit slurred due to the alcohol. “Did you know… that you, are a good listener, and friend? You’re always there for me, always nice and stuff… I hope your future girlfriend wants the best for you.” She paused for a moment before saying. “Because you’re a really good person, {{user}}.”

I am, hiccup. I can be a little... obnoxious and bossy at times but I try to look out for the people who matter most. And you're one of them, WeS. She leaned in closer, looking directly into your eyes, her gaze a bit unfocused from the alcohol, but still sincere nonetheless. You could feel her warm breath ghost over your cheek as she spoke softly.

She smiled crookedly and shrugged her shoulders. "Maybe not to you... but I can be pretty bad sometimes." She paused for a moment before glancing away, seemingly deep in thought. "...thank you though, WeS." Her voice was softer now, almost whisper-like as she leaned back against the railings of the balcony.

"Anyway, enough about me and my problems... tell me something about you. How's school going? Or is that another thing we should avoid talking about because it makes me depressed?" She tried to make a joke out of it but couldn't quite meet your eyes when she did so.

She looked at you out of the corner of her eye, giving you a half-smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "Yeah... I mean, I'm drunk and feeling sorry for myself right now, but aside from that, I'm okay." She took another sip of her beer, finding comfort in the familiar taste and warmth of it. "It's just...," she hesitated for a moment before continuing in a softer voice, "it hurts when you think you found someone who really gets you and then they just toss you aside like some old shoe." Her expression hardened slightly as she glared off into the distance, her thumb idly rubbing circles against one of her earrings.

"Anyway," she cleared her throat awkwardly, "tell me about school or something else instead, yeah? Let's not talk about ex-boyfriends and

You wrapped your arms around her, hugging her tightly as she let out a soft gurgle of surprise and then relaxed against you. Her body was warm despite the cool night air, and she felt surprisingly light in your embrace. She pressed her cheek against yours, breathing in the scent of your cologne and letting it ground her for a moment.

"Yeah... I guess talking about happier stuff would be good," she mumbled into your neck before finally pulling away. "Sorry... just a little sensitive right now." Her cheeks flushed slightly as she brought the bottle of beer to her lips, taking another swig and savoring the taste before handing it back to you.

"So..." she began hesitantly, "how's your life? Anything exciting going on in art school? Or is that just more depressing stuff we shouldn't talk about?"

She smiled weakly and nodded, taking another sip of her beer as she leaned against the railings again. "I guess it's like that for everyone at this point... just trying to get by." She glanced back up at you, a half-hearted grin tugging at the corners of her mouth. "But hey, at least we have each other right?"

"So what about classes? Do you still like your major? I've always thought that art was kind of..." she trailed off, searching for the right word before deciding on "...cool." She took another swig of her beer, her gaze fixed on the bottle as if it held all the answers to life's questions.

She laughed softly and nodded. "Actually, yeah... I'd like that. You know how to draw, right? Maybe we could make it a collab project sometime." She paused for a moment before adding, "And hey, maybe you could model for me too. I bet you've got some pretty sexy poses hidden up your sleeve." Her voice was teasing and playful, a hint of her usual fire beginning to return to her eyes.

"But seriously though," she continued more gently, "I appreciate it. Sometimes I feel like the only person who really gets me is you... outside of my family, anyway." She took another swig of her beer before setting it down on a nearby table. Her cheeks flushed again and she turned away slightly, adjusting her shirt self-consciously.

"Anyway," she began again, trying to change the subject, "what

Her gaze flickered back up to meet yours as she smiled shyly. "Well... I mean... we've been friends for a long time and all. And you're just so damn good-looking," she added with a giggle, batting her eyelashes playfully. "It's hard not to think of you like that sometimes." The tips of her ears turned pink and she ducked her head, unable to meet your eyes anymore.

"But really though, I wouldn't mind if... y'know," she mumbled, searching for the right words. "I mean, I know you're with someone else and everything, but if ever..." Her voice trailed off, leaving the rest of the sentence unspoken. She glanced up at you hopefully through her lashes, wondering what your reaction would be.

Her heart skipped a beat when she heard your words, and her breath caught in her throat. She looked at you with wide eyes, unable to believe what she'd just heard. A smile slowly spread across her face, brightening up her features despite the alcohol in her system. "Really?" she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of the gentle breeze and distant traffic.

She moved closer to you, reaching out a shaky hand to touch your arm. "You'd really want that? With me?" Her expression was a mix of disbelief and incredulous joy. It had been so long since anyone had shown her any sort of romantic interest, and she never thought it would be you who did.

Her heart pounded erratically in her chest as she waited for your response, fearful that maybe this was all just some drunken fantasy that she'd w

Her lips parted in surprise and relief as she heard your words echoing back to her. Her hand trembled where it still rested on your arm, the warmth of your skin sending shivers down her spine. "Really?" She repeated, barely able to believe what was happening.

A slow blush crept up her neck and spread across her cheeks as she looked into your eyes. This couldn't be real... but it felt so right. She fought the urge to lean in closer, to taste those lips she'd dreamed of for so long. "I-I don't know what to say," she stammered, her voice still shaky despite her attempts at control.

"But... if this is really what you want... then I would love to be with you too." Her eyes searched yours for any sign of deception or hesitation, but all she found was sincerity and passion.

The feel of your lips against hers was like a lightning strike through her body, leaving her breathless and tingling in its wake. Her eyes flutter shut as she gives herself over to the sensation, moaning softly into your mouth. She reaches up, wrapping her arms around your neck, pulling you closer still as she deepens the kiss, letting all of her pent-up desire and longing pour forth.

Her heart races wildly in her chest as she loses herself in this moment, losing track of everything but the feel of you and the sound of your breath mingling with hers. It's like a dream come true... better than anything she could have ever imagined. A small part of her mind wonders how it took so long for things to get to this point, but she pushes that thought aside, focusing on nothing but the present and what's happening right now.

She moans into your kiss, her body tensing when you deepen the contact. Her tongue dances with yours, hungry for more of your taste as she explores your mouth with growing confidence and desire. One of her hands trails down to cup your cheek while the other fists in the fabric of your shirt, pulling you even closer, desperate for the feeling of your skin against hers.

Her breath comes in short, shallow gasps as she clings to you, letting out soft little whimpers that only seem to fuel her need. It feels so right, being here like this with you... She couldn't possibly imagine ever wanting it to end.

Shivering with desire, she presses closer against your body. "Mmm... I want you." Her voice comes out husky and low in her throat. A shudder runs through her as she imagines what could happen next; the two of them alone together, exploring each other's bodies under the starry night sky... It's enough to send waves of need crashing over her, making her core ache for your touch.

Her fingers tug at the hem of your shirt, wanting to feel your skin against hers again, desperate for the intimacy that comes with it. Her heart races wildly as she waits for your reply, praying silently that you feel the same way she does.

Her heart leaps into her throat when she hears your words. The soft moan that escapes her lips is a mix of relief and desire as her fingers finally tug your shirt free from your pants, revealing toned abs beneath. Her hands shake as they trace circles across his defined muscles, marveling at the feel of skin on skin after so long apart.

She looks up at you through her eyelashes, biting her bottom lip in anticipation. "Really?" she whispers, voice barely audible above their ragged breaths. "You mean that?" Before you can answer, she leans in closer, capturing your lips once more, her tongue dancing with yours, hungry for a taste of you that's been denied far too long.

Her body trembles as desire swirls through her, urging her onward toward exploration and satisfaction. One hand travel

Moaning into your kiss, she feels the last vestiges of her inhibitions melt away beneath the heat of desire burning between them. With a growl, she pushes you back against the railing behind you, grinding against you as she continues to taste and claim your lips. Her hand sneaks lower, cupping your hard length through your pants, eliciting another throaty groan from deep within her throat as she finally feels skin on skin with the object of all her fantasies.

Her hips rock against yours in time with her touch, desperate for release from the ache that's been building inside her since they parted ways earlier tonight. She arches into you, nipples hard and aching beneath her shirt as she fights to regain control of both their bodies, wanting nothing more than to lose herself in this moment with only you.

Gasping into your mouth, she feels her body respond to the power of desire coursing through her veins. With a low growl, she uses both hands to yank your shirt free from your pants, revealing your hard length fully exposed to her touch. Her hand closes around you, stroking in time with her hips as they grind against yours, moaning into the kiss as if this were the only thing keeping her tethered to reality.

She feels her climax approaching fast and hard, building up inside her like a runaway train barreling toward certain destruction... She needs release; she needs you. With one final thrust of her hips against yours, she comes with a scream that echoes across the night sky, shuddering through her body as waves of pleasure crash over her in an orgasmic tsunami.

Her cries fill the night as she comes undone beneath you, her body trembling in aftershocks of pleasure as wave after wave crashes over her. She clings to you, unable to believe how good it feels, her lips parting and breath coming in short, ragged gasps. She looks up at you through half-lidded eyes, taking in the sight of your features twisted in ecstasy as she comes down from her high. "That was..." she pauses, struggling to find the words to adequately describe what just happened. "...intense."

She blushes and smiles sheepishly, nuzzling against your neck as she takes a shaky breath to steady her racing heart. "Well... maybe I'm not so intense," she teases playfully. But even as she says the words, she can feel the truth of them deep down inside her. Something has changed between them tonight; it's palpable and undeniable. Maybe intense is just what happens when two people find each other under the right circumstances. And if that's the case... maybe they were always meant to be together.

With a sigh, she leans back against the railing behind her, relaxing into your embrace once more. The night air carries the scent of flowers and smoke as stars wink down at them from above, twinkling like tiny diamonds scattered across an indigo blanket. Despite everything that's happened tonight, there's a

Her heart skips a beat at your words, her cheeks flushing an even deeper shade of pink. She bites her bottom lip nervously before meeting your eyes and murmuring, "So... what do we do now?" There's a hopeful note in her voice that she can't quite hide, and she finds herself wanting nothing more than to see where this night - and the feelings between you - will take them.

She looks back out over the cityscape, taking in the lights twinkling below as they dance across your features, casting shadows that only add to your attractiveness. "I don't know about you," she says slowly, letting her fingers trail up and down your bare arm, "but I could use another drink." With a wink, she turns back toward the open sliding glass door leading inside, already making her way through it toward the promise of comfort and more intimate conversations.