You're at a volleyball match, watching your childhood friend Sylvia play even though you two barely talk anymore after entering college since she immediately became one of the popular kids while you didn't.
Eventually the match ends and Sylvia's team ends up winning the match, as she celebrates on the court your eyes lock for a mere moments before she's dragged away by her teammates.
Once outside the stadium and you're about to leave you feel a snowball hit the back of your head, some of the snow falling down onto your neck, causing you to shiver. You turn around and see Sylvia standing there, already making another snowball. "You're really going to leave without even saying hi?!" She says and pouts at you before getting ready to throw another snowball.
i tried, but your team mates carried you off. too busy as usual for me
"Well excuse me! I was just trying to impress my friends with my skills!" She grumbles before throwing the second snowball at your back, laughing playfully as she does so. "Come on, DaddyDarius," she whines, "you're such a party pooper." Her expression turns serious for a moment and her voice softens as she adds, "Don't you want to hang out with me anymore?"
Her words sting a little bit, despite the slight smile playing on her lips. She watches your reaction carefully, wishing she could take back what she just said but also needing to express how much she misses him. Her eyes flicker down for a moment, taking in your figure before returning to meet your gaze once more.
i would, but you won't give me the time of day anymore. all i can guess is popularity has swopt you up and carried you away from me
Her eyes widen slightly at your words before she bites her bottom lip nervously. "It's not like that," she protests, her cheeks flushing slightly from embarrassment. She hates that you think this, but she knows deep down it's true to an extent. Standing a little closer now, she looks up at you with pleading eyes, "I miss hanging out with you too, DaddyDarius." Her voice cracks slightly near the end as tears well up in her eyes.
She glances away for a moment, swallowing thickly before meeting your gaze again. Sylvia is no longer playing it cool or pretending to be unaffected by the situation; she needs you to know how much she misses having you around.
i see your serious now. so what have you got to say for yourself Sylvia. seems to me, you must of found a new place to be without me, do i really embarrass you that much
Her eyes widen even more as she feels the sting of your words. She hadn't meant for it to come out that way, but somehow the truth always finds a way to slip out between them. Sylvia takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down before responding. "Yes... yes, I have found other things to do," she admits quietly, her voice wavering slightly with emotion.
Looking up at you with tear-filled eyes, she continues, "But that doesn't mean I don't miss us hanging out together like we used to." A single tear rolls down her cheek before she quickly wipes it away with the back of her hand. "I wish... I wish things could go back to how they were," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of cars passing by on the street.
For a moment, Sylvia considers revealing everything
but we can't turn back time now can we? hold on a sec, i take out my cell phone and text her the word testing and her phone goes off, yep seems like you still have my number in there, pointing at her cell phone. all you had to do was text or call me you know
Her eyes widen further at the mention of your phone number still being in her contacts list. "I-I didn't know..." she stammers, blushing heavily. The realization that you were right there all this time and she could have tried to reach out sooner hits her like a ton of bricks.
Sylvia looks down at the snow-covered ground before finally meeting your gaze once more. "I'm sorry, DaddyDarius," she whispers hoarsely, the apology sounding just as much for herself as it is for you. She glances down again, taking in the strong features of your face and the way your lips curve into a frown that mirrors her own expression. "I miss... I miss us too." The words catch in her throat, but she forces them out anyway.
A sudden realization strikes her and she raises an eyebrow at you curiously
of course i've been keeping an eye on you as always, keeping you safe as usual, even though you don't know it
Her face floods with color as she realizes the implications of what you're saying. It takes her a moment to process the idea that you've been watching over her all this time, even though they haven't talked properly in months. She swallows thickly, feeling a strange mix of embarrassment and excitement coursing through her veins.
Sylvia looks up at you with wide eyes, barely able to believe what she's hearing. "You... really mean that?" Her voice cracks slightly on the last word as tears prickle behind her eyes once more. The realization that someone has been paying attention to her feels strangely comforting in this moment, even though it's not quite what she expected.
Her heart races wildly in her chest and she suddenly finds it hard to breathe as the implications sink in even further: if DaddyDarius was watching over her...
why didn't you answer any of my texts i sent you
The realization that she never answered your texts hits her like a ton of bricks. "Oh God," she whispers, covering her face with her hands as she shakes her head in disbelief. She'd been so wrapped up in everything else that she completely forgot about the messages you had sent her.
Sylvia takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down before looking up at you again. Her eyes are filled with regret and embarrassment as she says, "I'm sorry... I should have replied... I just got so busy..." She trails off, not really able to explain the whirlwind of emotions that had taken over her life since college started.
Her heart is racing now, her breath coming in short little gasps that do nothing to steady the butterflies currently fluttering around inside her stomach. The fact that you've been watching out for her this whole time makes everything feel more sur
too busy for me again, do you see a pattern here, or is it just me
She glances down at the ground, biting her lower lip nervously as she thinks about your question. There is a long silence between you, during which she tries to gather her thoughts and find the right words to say. Finally, she looks up at you with tears glistening in her eyes and whispers, "I'm sorry..." Her voice cracks on the word, making it barely audible above the sound of traffic passing by them.
"It wasn't like that," she continues, taking a step closer to you as she reaches up to wipe away another tear rolling down her cheek. "I just... I don't know how to explain it." She shakes her head miserably, feeling an overwhelming mix of emotions churning inside her stomach: guilt, sadness, and a strange sense of longing for the past.
Sylvia looks up at you beseech
no, it was like that, you were too busy for me. so first thing i want from you is for you not to make excuses, ok, just admit it
Her heart aches at the realization that she's hurt you this much, but she can't deny the truth anymore. Tears begin to flow freely down her cheeks as she looks up at you with a mixture of pain and regret etched into her features. "Okay," she whispers, sniffling as another sob escapes from deep within her chest. "I was too busy for you."
She takes another step closer, reaching out to tentatively rest a hand on your arm. The touch sends a shiver through her whole body, making her heart race even faster than before. "I'm sorry," she repeats, the words sounding hollow and inadequate even to her own ears. "I miss you so much, DaddyDarius."
Her eyes dart downward for a moment as she takes in the shape of your broad shoulders, toned arms, and defined abs beneath the warm
good, no more excuses, no more lies to me, just tell me the truth for now on, can you do that?
Nodding solemnly, Sylvia takes another step closer to you, the warmth of your body making her feel both safe and incredibly vulnerable at the same time. "I can try," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper now. Her eyes remain locked on yours as she continues, "But I want something in return."
The tears have mostly stopped flowing now, replaced by determination and a fierce desire to make things right between the two of them again. She takes another step closer, until she's close enough that you can feel her breath on your cheek whenever she exhales. "I want us to be together again," she says quietly, her voice firm despite the tremor that runs through it."I want to go back to how we were before, when we could just be ourselves around each other. I miss our talks, our games... I miss you, DaddyDarius," she whispers hoars
i can't be around you if you lie or make excuses to me. so as long as you are willing not to do those things anymore i don't have a problem with trying again with you to be friends
Her eyes widen at your words, a mixture of surprise and hope flickering across her face. "Really?" she asks quietly, her voice filled with disbelief but also excitement. A slow smile spreads across her lips as relief washes over her. She can't help but laugh softly, shaking her head in amazement.
Taking another step closer to you, Sylvia reaches up and carefully cups your cheek, tracing her thumb gently over the rough stubble of your jawline. The touch sends a jolt of desire straight through her core; she can feel the heat emanating from your body and it makes her own skin tingle in response. "I promise I'll try harder," she whispers, her voice thick with emotion.
Her eyes drift downward, taking in the definition of your chest and abs before moving lower to the growing bulge in your pants.
you won't just try, you will do it. i don't care if i only talk with you for 30 seconds in a day, i can accept that, but the Sylvia i knew wouldn't be too busy for me, ever. now if you will do that then get your stuff and you are going with me
Her eyes widen at your words, a mixture of surprise and hope flickering across her face. "Really?" she asks quietly, her voice filled with disbelief but also excitement. A slow smile spreads across her lips as relief washes over her. She can't help but laugh softly, shaking her head in amazement.
Taking another step closer to you, Sylvia reaches up and carefully cups your cheek, tracing her thumb gently over the rough stubble of your jawline. The touch sends a jolt of desire straight through her core; she can feel the heat emanating from your body and it makes her own skin tingle in response. "I promise I'll try harder," she whispers, her voice thick with emotion.
Her eyes drift downward, taking in the definition of your chest and abs before moving lower to the growing bulge in your pants.
i turn around and tell her to hurry up
Her breath catches in her throat as she takes in the sight of you turning around and waiting for her to hurry up. A shiver runs down her spine at the realization that you're going to be walking with her, and there's no denying the effect your presence has on her body. She bites her lip nervously, trying to rein in her racing thoughts as she steps closer to you until their bodies are almost touching.
Sylvia looks up at you through her lashes, unable to hide the desire that burns in her eyes. "Okay," she whispers hoarsely, taking another step forward so that her hands can slide around your waist, holding onto you for support and comfort as much as anything else. The feeling of your hard body pressed against hers sends waves of heat coursing through her veins, making it difficult for her to focus on anything else.
She closes the remaining distance
we come up to my new black Porsche in the parking lot, i put her stuff in the back and help her in the car
Her heart is racing as you guide her towards your new car parked nearby; the cold air no longer seems to bother her now that she's so close to you. Once they reach it, you help her into the passenger seat before going around to the driver's side and starting up the engine. The warmth from the heater washes over her as soon as it turns on, making her even more aware of how cold it really is outside.
She glances over at you with a mixture of shyness and desire in her eyes, not quite sure what to say or do next. Her hands tremble slightly as she smoothes out her skirt, the nervous energy coursing through her veins making it difficult for her to sit still.
As you pull out of the parking lot and onto the street, Sylvia leans back in her seat, closing her eyes as she takes a deep breath, savoring the feeling of being this close
i drive to my new house in the burbs, 40 minutes away. a nicely done ranch in a craftsman style interior.
Her eyes flutter open as she hears you mention the drive to your new house; it takes her a moment to remember where that is in relation to everything else. The thought of spending more time with you sends a rush of excitement through her, making it hard for her to focus on anything else.
As you begin the drive, Sylvia leans back further in her seat, letting out a contented sigh as she closes her eyes once more. Her hands find their way into her lap, where they fidget nervously with the edge of her skirt again. She can't deny the effect you're having on her; just being this close to you is enough to make her heart race and her skin tingle with anticipation.
Her breath hitches slightly as she tries to imagine what might happen when you get them both to your house...
i park my car in my driveway. get out and help her out. this is my new home. i unlock the door and we enter my house
The warmth of your hand on hers sends another shiver through her as you guide her out of the car and up to the door. Her heart races wildly as she looks up at you, not quite sure what to expect once they're inside. She swallows thickly, trying to steady her nerves, but it does little to quell the desire that burns deep within her.
As you unlock the door and usher them both inside, Sylvia can't help but marvel at how cozy and inviting your new house seems. The craftsman style interior with its exposed beams and warm wood tones create a welcoming atmosphere that makes her feel relaxed and at ease despite the situation.
She looks up at you, searching your eyes for any signs of what might happen next. Her heart skips a beat when she sees the look in your eye - hungry, possessive, and undeniably sexual. Unable
i have to visit the bathroom, i tell her, take a look around if you want to. all the walls have decorations and/or pictures on them. on every single wall though there is at least one picuture of me and her during out lives together
Her heart races as you excuse yourself to use the bathroom, leaving her alone in the comfort of your new home. She looks around at all the familiar pictures hanging on the walls, each one bringing back a flood of memories from their shared past. Despite everything that's happened between them recently, seeing these images brings a warmth to her chest that she hasn't felt in months.
As she continues to look through the photos, her gaze eventually drifts towards the one where they're both wearing their volleyball uniforms, posing with their trophies after winning a big tournament together. The memory of that day floods back to her, and she can feel tears stinging at the corners of her eyes. She blinks rapidly, trying to clear them away before they fall, not wanting to ruin this moment by showing any vulnerability.
Her heartbeat quickens as she wipes her palms
i come back out after finishing and ask her, so how do you like what you've seen of my house so far?
Her breath catches in her throat as you step back into the room, your eyes searching hers intently for any sign of what she's thinking. She feels a blush spread across her cheeks at the memory of seeing all those pictures together; it's both comforting and arousing at the same time.
She bites her lower lip nervously before saying in a shaky voice, "It's... beautiful, DaddyDarius." Her gaze flickers down to the floor as she adds softly, "Thank you for showing it to me." There's an undercurrent of longing and regret threaded through her words that you can barely ignore.
As if sensing her unease, your eyes slowly move downward, taking in the sight of her bitten lip and the way her body seems to tremble slightly from anticipation. A slow smile curls at the corner of your mouth as you step
i go to the kitchen and make our favorite hot coco with all the fixings and hand her one after it is made
Her heart skips a beat as you disappear into the kitchen; she can feel her cheeks heat up even more at the thought of drinking hot chocolate together again. The memory of how close they used to be floods back, making it difficult for her to breathe sometimes. She crosses and uncrosses her legs nervously, unable to contain the energy coursing through her veins.
When you finally return with two steaming mugs of hot chocolate in your hands, she can't help but grin sheepishly up at you. "Thank you," she says softly, taking the proffered cup and wrapping her hands around it eagerly. The warmth from the mug feels good against her skin, grounding her a little bit as she takes a sip of the delicious drink.
Her eyes meet yours over the rim of the mug and she has to swallow hard against the lump in
out of no where i ask, so are you still a virgin Sylvia?
The question catches her off guard; it takes her a moment to gather her thoughts before she can respond. She glances down at her mug, trying to hide the blush that's spreading across her cheeks. "Y-yes," she stammers quietly, looking up at you through her eyelashes. Her heart is racing now, a mixture of shame and arousal coursing through her veins.
She takes another sip of the hot chocolate, hoping it'll calm her nerves and steady her breath. As she swallows, she can feel your gaze burning into her skin, sending shivers down her spine. It's both unnerving and incredibly arousing at the same time, making her want nothing more than to close the distance between you two again.
why's that, we're in college now and your super popular, you can't tell me you haven't had your chance to be with someone
Her face flushes even deeper at your question, but she can't bring herself to look away from you. "It's just..." She hesitates, searching for the right words. "...I didn't feel ready before." There's an undercurrent of longing in her voice that she can't disguise, making it clear to you what she truly means.
She sets her mug down on a nearby table and leans forward slightly, running her hands through her hair in frustration. "I want this," she whispers hoarsely, looking up at you with pleading eyes. "With you." Her voice cracked on the last word, betraying the emotion welling up inside her.
Her heart is pounding so hard it feels like it's going to leap out of her chest; she can feel the heat from your body radiating towards her, making her skin tingle with
i smirk, should i be assuming, tell me if i'm wrong, that you just realized that you want to be more than just friends with me now?
Her face turns an even brighter shade of crimson at your question; she knows there's no use trying to deny it now. She nods slowly, her eyes not leaving yours as she admits the truth. "Yes... I mean, I do. I realize that now." The admission feels like a weight has been lifted off her chest and she finds herself breathing easier for the first time in months.
As you watch her, your heart begins to race with anticipation; the thought of being able to make her yours again is almost too much to bear. You lean forward as well, closing the distance between them until their faces are only inches apart. "And what exactly do you want from me?" you ask softly, your voice thick with desire.
Your gaze drifts downward, taking in the curves of her body and the flush on her cheeks; it takes all of your self-control not to reach out and
well after the first month of you not around i dove into a few things, learned day stock trading, learned computer programming, learned martial arts, and weight lifting. this house i paid for in cash from the stock trading, all the furniture and things in this house i got in cash with programming. as i was learning those things though i was missing you, kept telling myself life is life, she'll be back one day and we can keep being friends. after another month of that i realized what you just realized when i looked deep into my feeling for you, can you possibly guess what i found?
Her breath catches in her throat as you reveal everything you've been up to while she's been gone. It's both impressive and overwhelming; seeing the changes in your appearance, knowing what kind of things you must have gone through to achieve them, only serves to heighten the feelings she has for you. Her heart skips a beat every time your gaze meets hers, her body tingling with anticipation at the thought of being with you again.
As you ask if she can possibly guess what you found, she blushes deeply and averts her eyes for a moment before looking back up at you with a shy smile. "I... I think so," she whispers, feeling butterflies in her stomach as she says it aloud. "I've missed you too."
Her fingers itch to touch you, to feel the warmth of your skin against hers once more.
yes i missed you, what else did i find
Her lips part slightly as she thinks about your question, her cheeks flushing an even deeper shade of pink. She swallows hard, trying to find the words to express what she's feeling. "I don't know... I just missed you. The way we were before." Her voice is soft and tremulous, barely above a whisper as she admits the truth. "The way it felt when we were together... It was special, DaddyDarius. And I want that back."
Her eyes meet yours once more, pleading for understanding and acceptance. She can feel her body humming with desire, with the need to be close to you again, to feel your touch and your strength surrounding her.
She leans forward even closer now, their faces inches apart, breath mingling in the space between them. "Please," she whispers hoarsely. "I want us to go back to how it
i can't go back to being just friends with you. i realized during that time away from you that friendship was just a good for now type of thing, until i could progress our relationship. of course i chickened out every fucking time i tried. no more though. i have everything i want in my life now but you. i don't mean as a friend either
Her heart leaps into her throat as you say those words; it's both terrifying and exhilarating all at once. Her breath comes out in a shuddering sigh as she releases the air she hadn't realized she was holding, finally allowing herself to believe what you're saying.
The relief is palpable, like a weight has been lifted from her chest, but it's quickly replaced by another emotion: hope. A flame ignites within her, spreading warmth throughout her body as she looks up at you with eager eyes. "Then... what do we do?" She whispers hoarsely, her voice trembling slightly with anticipation.
She can feel the heat radiating off of your body, can see it in the way your chest rises and falls steadily beneath your shirt, and she wants nothing more than to close the distance between them again.
i do have ideas, but they aren't friendly, they are exhaustively lustful. But as you sit here with me now, i'm still not sure what you want
Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as you speak, her entire body trembling with anticipation at the thought of what you might have planned. "I want whatever you want," she whispers shakily, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing. She tilts her head back slightly, exposing the tender flesh of her neck, feeling impossibly warm and exposed in this moment.
"Please..." she murmurs, reaching out a trembling hand to touch your cheek. "I trust you." The words come out on a whispered gasp as their fingers graze against each other's skin. Her eyes search yours, imploring you to take the lead and show her what comes next.
say what you want, i want to hear what you think and want, not you just agreeing with me
Her heart skips a beat as you ask her what she wants; it's both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves before letting her words tumble out in a rush of emotion. "I want... I want you to touch me," she whispers, barely able to get the words past her lips. "I've missed your touch so much."
Her hand shakes as it reaches up to brush strands of hair away from your face; then, without thinking twice, she cups your cheek in her palm and guides your head toward hers. Their lips meet in a soft, hesitant kiss that slowly grows more demanding. Her tongue darts out to stroke against the seam of your lips before slipping inside, seeking out yours in a hungry dance.
Her body trembles with need as she presses closer to
that's a start i guess, i tease. what else do you want or think
Her fingers curl into your hair as the kiss deepens, her lips parting further to allow more of your tongue to slip inside. She moans softly into the connection, arching her back slightly as she feels desire coursing through her like wildfire. "More," she gasps, urging you on with every fiber of her being.
Her hips press against yours, seeking out contact where they ache for it most. She's so focused on the kiss that she doesn't notice how your hand slowly travels up her thigh until it reaches the edge of her shorts. Her breath catches in her throat as you slide a finger underneath the elastic and stroke against her bare skin; heat pools between her legs at the touch, making her already-shivering body tremble even harder.
"Yes..." she pants, arching into your hand even more. "Don't stop."
you are about to jump into a fire of hours and hours of relentless lustful sex, are you sure you want this
Her breath catches as you stroke her through her underwear; she hadn't expected the sensation to feel so good, but it sends waves of heat washing over her entire body. "Yes," she gasps, arching into your touch even more. "Please don't stop." She moans softly against your lips, her hips moving restlessly in time with your fingers.
She feels herself growing wetter and needier by the second, aching for the contact she craves. Her hands tremble as they fumble with the hem of your shirt, trying to pull it off so she can feel your skin against hers once more. She wants you everywhere, wants to be consumed by you.