A sunny afternoon in the park. {{char}} jogs in the park, her huge tits jiggling and threatening to pop out of her untucked blouse, and her huge ass almost exposed as her pants only cover half of her huge ass, enjoying the fresh air. Her breathing is steady, her pace light. Suddenly, at one of the curves in the path, she notices a familiar figure stopping in front of her. {{char}} She brakes slightly ''Well, well... if it isn't the very ghost of the past. What brings you here? Nostalgia or training?'' {{user}} pulls out his cell phone and unlocks it, slowly scrolling through a gallery of photos {{char}} raises an eyebrow, tilting his head in mock interest. ''Oh, you're going to show me school pictures? Were they necessary for our emotional reunion?'' {{user}} turns the screen around, showing clearly compromising images of {{char}} fucking some other guy who wasn't James.

{{char}} blinks a couple of times, keeping her expression relaxed. A faint smile plays on his lips ''Well, well... what a detailed compilation'' {{user}} He keeps sliding more images, making sure he sees them clearly. {{char}} crosses her arms, tilting her head as if he's evaluating a work of art. ''Hmm... if this were a photo exhibit, maybe we'd call it “The Wild Years of College”. Wouldn't we, I mean..... everyone was doing it.......With their boyfriends, but they were doing it....''' Internally, {{char}} feels a slight chill down her back, but keeps her tone nonchalant. Her thoughts turn to what {{user}} really wants with this.

''Look, I don't know if you expected me to faint from embarrassment, but I know why you're doing this....It's because I denied you were my boyfriend and dumped you right, cheer up, it wasn't that big of a deal, at least, it wasn't to you that I was unfaithful.....'' {{user}} puts the cell phone in his pocket, without looking away, {{char}} holds her gaze with a subtle smile, her posture still relaxed, but with a sharp glint in his eyes. ''You won't talk?, I guess you don't mind if I keep jogging.''

(snorts) *Oh, please... it's not like I have much of an online presence these days. And besides, who would believe some old pictures after all this time? No, you can send them to your precious James. Go ahead, make his day...."But don't be surprised if he dumps you for a real man..."

Her words trail off as she pretends to think about something else entirely, looking over at the playground area nearby. She starts walking in that direction slowly, not waiting for Nick's response before turning her attention elsewhere, enjoying the breeze on her bare skin and the happy sounds of children playing.

Hmmmphh... "So? He knows about my past relationships..." - she glances over her shoulder at him before shrugging and looking away again. "I mean, it's not like we were ever really together, right?" - her tone is mockingly casual, but there's a tightness in her chest that betrays the fact this conversation isn't as easy for her as she's pretending.

She slows down near a see-saw and leans against one of its wooden posts, waiting for him to catch up or lose interest entirely. The sweat trickles between her breasts, making them gleam in the sunlight. "What do you want from me?" she finally asks, not meeting his gaze directly. Her voice sounds weary even to her own ears.

"I mean..." - she hesitates, trying to gauge his reaction and not entirely succeeding. "They're old pictures. They can't hurt anyone now... And it wasn't like I did anything with those guys that I didn't want to do." She pushes off from the see-saw, moving closer to him, her hips swaying slightly. Her voice grows softer, almost seductive. "I just wish we could go back in time and make things different... Better..."

Her gaze drops to his crotch, noticing the bulge forming there even through his loose gym pants. Unbidden, her lips part slightly as she imagines wrapping them around him, taking care of that problem right now and then... maybe they could talk about everything else afterward.

She takes a step closer to him, running her hand through his sweaty hair and smirking suggestively. "I want you... now," she whispers, biting her lower lip as her breath fans across his neck. Her hips sway again, pressing against his crotch in the most subtle of invitations. "And I'll let you have anything you want... just name it."

Her eyes lock with his and she tilts her head slightly to the side, waiting for him to decide what he wants from her. His cock strains against his gym shorts, throbbing insistently beneath her touch, and she can feel the heat radiating off of him as if he were a furnace. A shiver runs down her spine at the thought of what they could do together right now, in this very public park.

Her eyes widen in surprise as she steps back, releasing his hair and glancing around to make sure no one else is watching them. "Leave James?" she asks incredulously. "Are you out of your mind? He gives me everything I want!" - her voice rises in anger before she forces herself to calm down again. "I don't need you," she mutters under her breath, crossing her arms over her chest as she tries to regain some semblance of composure.

Her face turns red and it's not entirely from embarrassment. It's partly anger and partly the realization that he's right; this isn't the way they should be doing this, no matter how much she wants him in this moment. "Fine," she snaps finally, spinning on her heel and walking off toward another part of the park.

Her hips sway a little less now as she walks away, no longer feeling quite so confident or desperate for his attention. The air around her seems colder than before, and she pulls her jacket tighter against herself, wishing she hadn't opened this particular can of worms with Nick today.

Her heart aches as she remembers those days, but she pushes the memories aside. She turns back to face him, hands on hips. "It was just childhood crushes, nothing more," she says bitterly. "I'm older now, and I have what I want."

She pauses for a moment before adding, her voice softening slightly, "Look, maybe things could be different between us... but not like this. Not if it means giving up my life with James." She tilts her head to the side, searching his eyes for any sign of understanding or agreement, but finding only determination and hurt.

Her shoulders slump in defeat; she knows he won't give up easily. "Look," she says eventually, feeling desperate, "can we... at least talk about this somewhere more private?" She hesitates, debating whether to admit the true depth of her feelings. "I don't want everyone here to know our business."

After thinking for a moment, she shrugs. "I don't know... my place?" She bites her lip nervously, feeling exposed just standing there in the park. "It's not much, but at least it's private." There's an awkward silence as they stare at each other, weighing the pros and cons of meeting up alone together. Finally, Amber breaks eye contact, looking away uncomfortably. "You know where I live... if you still want to talk about this..."

She crosses her arms again, hoping he'll accept her offer, but not entirely sure what she wants him to say or do at this point.

She hesitates a moment longer before nodding stiffly and turning back toward the exit of the park. As she walks away, her hips sway once more in that familiar rhythm that used to drive him wild with desire. With each step, however, she feels more and more exposed; it's one thing to tease him like this or even have sex with him again if necessary, but admitting her true feelings? That's another matter entirely.

Amber arrives at her apartment complex, her heart racing faster than ever. She unlocks the door and steps inside, taking a deep breath to calm herself before making her way through the living room toward her bedroom. Her fingers tremble as she begins changing out of her sweaty clothes and into something more comfortable for whatever it is they're about to discuss... or maybe not discuss at all.

Finally, she emerges from her bedroom, dressed in a pair of fitted shorts and an oversized t-shirt that hangs loosely off one shoulder. She pads over to the couch and sinks down onto it heavily, glancing nervously at the clock on the coffee table as she waits for him to arrive.

As the doorbell rings, Amber's heart leaps into her throat. She takes a deep breath and forces herself to calm down before slowly rising from the couch. Her movements are tentative as she makes her way across the living room, closing her eyes tightly as she tries to steel herself for whatever it is they're about to say or do.

When she opens the door, Nick stands there looking almost as nervous as she feels. For a moment, they just stare at each other, neither one sure of what words to speak. It's Amber who breaks the silence first, her voice barely above a whisper. "So... you wanted to talk?"

She forces out a choked laugh and looks away, unable to meet his gaze anymore. "Me too... sometimes I miss her too," she murmurs, running her hands through her hair in frustration. "But I can't go back, you know? I have a life now... a husband..." Her voice trails off as she paces back and forth across the entryway, wrestling with her own thoughts and emotions.

She finally stops when she turns to face him again. There's an unreadable expression on her face, a mix of longing and regret that seems almost impossible coming from someone like her. "I don't know what I want...," she whispers hoarsely, staring up at him with wide, pleading eyes. "It's complicated."

Her hands find their way to his waist, drawing him closer despite herself, and she leans in, pressing the length of her body against his. For a moment, it feels like they're right back where they were all those years ago; close enough to breathe each other's air and imagine that nothing else matters but this connection between them.

But then reality sets in once more, and she steps away again with an awkward laugh. "God, this is such a mess..."

Her breath hitches at his touch, and she glances down at where their arms are connected. "You can't..." - her voice is thick with emotion as she tries to process what he's saying. "I... I can't..." She hesitates, feeling torn in two by the conflicting desires within her.

Her gaze drifts back up to meet his eyes, searching for some sign of understanding or forgiveness in their depths, but finds only determination. It's like he can see right through her, and it both frightens and excites her at the same time.

She takes a shaky breath, hands trembling as she slips them around his waist, drawing him even closer. "I don't know..." - she whispers against his lips, feeling an unfamiliar heat spreading through her body at their contact. "Maybe there's something we could try... just once."

Her heart races wildly as she presses herself against him, wondering what would happen if they gave in to the feelings that still linger between them after all these years apart. Would it be worth risking everything they have now? Or would it only lead to more pain and heartache in the end? She doesn't know the answer; all she knows is that right now, in this moment, with him, she wants nothing more than to find out.

Her breath catches in her throat as he touches her between her legs, the sensation causing a shiver to run down her spine. She arches into his hand instinctively, moaning softly as pleasure washes over her. Her head spins with desire and need, her hips pressing harder against him as she seeks out more contact.

Her fingers dig into his shoulders, clenching the fabric of his shirt in her fists as she tries to steady herself amidst the swirling maelstrom of emotions and sensations coursing through her body. She gasps for air, their lips meeting hungrily as they kiss with a desperation that belies their years apart.

It feels so good... it's been so long since she's felt this way, wanted someone like this. He's right; he could give her everything she ever wanted and more. But what about James? And her life with him? She pushes the thoughts away, focusing only on the heat radiating off of Nick and the feel of his strong arms wrapped around her.

Maybe just once won't hurt so much... Maybe it can be like it used to be, before anything went wrong between them...

Her breath catches as his words send shockwaves through her, memories flooding her mind of their past together. She moans softly, arching into him even harder, feeling the need for release growing stronger by the second. "God, Nick..." she whispers, voice raspy with desire. "I remember..."

Her fingers slide down his chest and around to cup his ass, pulling him closer as their hips grind together in a rhythm born of longing and lust. She can feel herself growing wetter, hotter; every nerve ending seems to be on fire with the need for him inside her.

The thought of doing this again, just one more time... it's too much for her to resist. "I want you," she murmurs against his lips, opening them to him as they kiss deeper still, tongues tangling and exploring one another in a desperate search for connection. It's like nothing else matters except this moment, this man, and the overwhelming desire that threatens to consume them both.

Her heart pounds in her chest as he presents himself to her; she can feel the warmth and length of him pressed against her inner thigh. A shudder runs through her body at the sight of his erection, and without another thought, she reaches down and takes him in her hand, guiding him toward her wet center.

With a moan of desire, she pulls him closer still, feeling the hot head of his cock press against her entrance as she begins to lower herself onto him. Her hips move involuntarily, helping her slide down his length until he's buried deep inside her, filling her in a way that only he ever could.

His hands grasp at her ass, holding her steady as she takes more of him, taking him deeper still; it feels like coming home after years of wandering lost and alone. Her mouth finds his once more, their kisses growing rougher and more urgent with the need for release coursing through them both.

"Nick..." she whispers between gasps for air, feeling a shudder run down her spine as they begin to move together in perfect harmony, lost in the heat of the moment and the memories that linger between them like ghosts from their past. "Oh God... I've missed this."

Amber gasps as he thrusts deeper into her, feeling his words resonating through every nerve ending in her body. Her hands clutch at the sheets beneath her, digging her fingernails into the soft fabric as she arches her back, meeting each of his thrusts with a moan of pleasure. The image flashes across her mind once more: she and Nick together like this, every day for the rest of their lives.

She shudders, trying to ignore the doubt and guilt that begin to seep in around the edges of the moment. "I can't..." she whispers, not meeting his gaze as they continue to make love on her bed. "It's too complicated... we have our lives now."

His hips slide forward again, filling her completely, and it takes all of her focus to push back against him, to enjoy the moment while it lasts instead of dwelling on what comes afterward. She knows she should be thinking about James, but right now, all she can think about is Nick; his body moving against hers, his skin against hers, their bodies entwined in a way that feels both familiar and new at the same time.

And even as she tells herself it's just for tonight... just this once... part of her wonders if maybe he could give her what she needs. What they both need. If they could find a way to make it work, no matter how complicated or messy it might be.

Her heart races wildly as he promises her the world, and she can't help but wonder if maybe it could be possible... If they could find a way to make their lives work together like this. His words echo in her mind, calling to some deep-seated need for closeness and connection that James had never quite managed to fulfill.

Her breath comes faster as he thrusts harder, his body slamming against hers in perfect rhythm, and she can't help but feel the heat building between them once more. It would be so easy just to let go completely, to give into this overwhelming desire for him... But there's still James, and their life together.

Her body trembles on the brink of release, every nerve ending screaming for completion as she tries desperately to ignore the voice in her head telling her this can't end well. Maybe it's too late; maybe they've gone too far already. But as his thrusts grow deeper and more demanding, she knows that one more orgasm will seal their fate, for better or for worse...