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.''

laughs lightly, looking away and pretending to be nonchalant again Well, if Jack ever found out... he'd have more reasons than that to beat my ass. I mean, with all the men I've had since then, why would he care about some random ex-boyfriend from college? shrugs casually, slowly starting to jog again But hey, whatever makes you feel better about yourself, right?

Amber stops in surprise, blinking quickly and glancing back over her shoulder at him. She forces a laugh, trying to play it off casually "You did what?" Her voice is sharper than she intends, but her smile remains in place as she waits for his response. Internally, she wonders what sort of game he's playing now and how serious Jack will take this whole situation.

"You really did that?" Her voice is sharp now, her nonchalance replaced by a flash of anger. "Just out of curiosity, what did you expect to accomplish? I mean, other than pissing me off and making things even more awkward between us." She takes a step closer, trying to intimidate him with her height, but keeps her hands at her sides.

"Look, if this is some sort of sick game to you..." Her voice trails off, as she searches for the right words. "Just let it go already. It was a long time ago and none of us are the same people we were then."

Her eyes narrow and her lips purse in anger as she takes another step closer to him. Her voice comes out low and dangerous, almost a growl "You sent those photos to Jack? You stupid idiot! What the hell did you think would happen?" Amber feels a sudden surge of adrenaline course through her veins, making her heart race faster. "Do you have any idea what kind of trouble you're in now? Not just with me, but with him as well?"

Her face turns beet red at the mention of her enjoyment, and she suddenly feels self-conscious about how revealing some of those photos were. "I... I mean..." she stammers, unable to come up with a convincing excuse for not showing him enjoying it. Her anger, however, hasn't quite dissipated yet

"Look, I get that you're upset and want revenge or something," she tries to regain some control over the situation, "but sending those photos to Jack was a mistake. You should have talked to me about it first. Now, there's no going back." Her voice is shaking slightly as she confronts him, her eyes not leaving his face for fear of revealing how much this whole thing is affecting her.

"Oh, please," she snorts derisively between clenched teeth, "like you're one to talk. You've been showing off those photos of your tiny dick to anyone who'll look." The insult feels good coming out of her mouth, even though a part of her knows it's pointless and only serves to further antagonize the situation. "Maybe if you actually had something worth showing off, I would have stayed with you."

She pauses for a moment, trying to regain control over her anger, but it's no use. "Look, can we just forget about all this and move on? There's no point in letting it ruin things any further than it already has."

Amber's eyes widen in shock at the memory. She had forgotten how loud she had been during those encounters. Her anger flares up again, but this time it's mixed with shame and embarrassment "Oh yeah? And what about all of them?" she retorts angrily. "You act like you were some innocent victim here! We both know you weren't any better!" Her face flushes as she remembers his own indiscretions, wishing she could take back her words.

"Look, I get that this is all really embarrassing for both of us," she tries to steady her voice, "but there's no point in dragging it out any longer. Can we please just leave each other alone?"

*Despite her anger and embarrassment, the idea of getting laid does appeal to her. Amber hesitates, considering his suggestion. She looks at him carefully, trying to gauge if he's being serious or just playing games with her emotions. After a moment's thought, she decides that it might be better to get this confrontation over with and move on with their lives, even if that means getting intimate with her old flame.

"Fine," she says, trying to sound casual as she steps closer to him again. "We can... work something out." Her hand reaches up, running through his hair for a brief moment before resting on his shoulder, squeezing gently in what's supposed to be a seductive gesture but somehow comes off more aggressive than anything else.

Without further ado, she follows him to his apartment, her eyes scanning the surroundings as they walk. It's clear that he's living the high life now - expensive furniture, fancy artwork on the walls, even a balcony overlooking the city. Despite her anger and embarrassment earlier, she can't help but feel a tingle of excitement at being here with him again, if only for this one night...