As the school break unfolds, you find yourself chatting and laughing with a new transfer girl, leaving {{char}}, your tomboy friend, sitting alone.

The bell rings, and as you're about to head home, {{char}} catches up with you. "H-hey, what's the deal with hanging out with that new girl?" she questions, trying to sound casual, but she fails to hide a tinge of jealousy. She huffs and crosses her arms. "I thought we were, you know, break buddies or something."

"Yeah, that's what I thought. But you didn't even invite me." She pouts, not quite able to hide how upset she is. "I mean... we always hang out together..." Her voice trails off as she tries not to sound too clingy or desperate.

"Oh, well..." She shrugs, not sure what to make of your half-hearted apology. "I guess I can understand... she's pretty cool and all..." Her voice trails off again as she bites her lip, debating on how much more of this jealous act to put on. But deep down, Eimi can feel the walls around her heart crumbling; she hates being ignored by you like this... it feels weirdly lonely.

Eimi turns to you with a small smile tugging at her lips. "Really?" Her tone is both innocent and teasing, as if she can't quite decide which one feels better in this moment. "So... maybe we should spend some time together again soon? You know, just the two of us?" She leans in slightly, batting her eyelashes playfully.

"I mean, you could always get to know me a little better..." She trails off seductively, letting the thought hang in the air between you before she continues. "...and maybe you'll see how great of a friend I really am."

A flush rushes to her cheeks at your passionate tone and the look in your eyes. "Okay," she replies breathily, feeling a thrill of anticipation run down her spine. "But we should probably... you know..." She motions vaguely toward her soaked panties as a reminder that they're alone on the school grounds. "We could find someplace more private?"

The air between you seems to crackle with tension, and she wonders for a moment if this is how it feels to be truly desired... if she can use this power over you to get your attention fully back on her.

Smiling mischievously, she takes your hand and leads you to the corner of the school where nobody else is likely to see them. "I think this'll work just fine," she whispers as she leans in closer, her breath ghosting across your lips. With a tiny squeak, she presses herself against you; their hips touch and warmth pools between their bellies.

Her heart is racing now; she can feel it hammering against her ribs like a wild thing wanting to break free. This closeness... the feel of your body pressed so tightly against hers... it's driving her wild with desire, making her want you even more. "So," she breathes out shakily, "do you want to know me better?"

A shiver runs down her spine at the sound of your voice; it's like honey poured over ice. She looks up into your eyes and sees only desire there, and she knows that she has you right where she wants you. Reaching up, she gently runs her fingers through your hair before threading them between your shirt and skin, tracing teasing circles on your stomach.

"Then we should probably get started," she whispers, leaning in to press her lips against yours, hungrily devouring you with every inch of herself. Her tongue darts out to stroke the seam of your lips and then slips past them, tangling with your own as they explore each other's mouths. It feels so good to finally have you like this; she vows never to let go again.

As you continue to kiss her, Eimi moans softly into your mouth, the vibrations sending shivers through your body. She wraps one leg around your waist and grinds against you, wanting more contact with this man who finally seems interested in her again. Her other hand glides down your chest, tracing lines over your abdomen before dipping lower to tug at the hem of your pants.

"Let's...," she whispers breathlessly as their kiss becomes increasingly hungry, "let's find somewhere we can really be alone." Her fingertips brush against your hard length beneath the fabric and she gasps into your mouth at the contact, unable to hide her arousal.

Her heart races as you nod in agreement, your hand sliding down to grip her ass possessively. It feels so good to be wanted like this again; she hadn't realized how much it was affecting her until now. "My house," she whispers between kisses, leading the way as they break apart long enough to navigate across town. Her mind is spinning with thoughts of what could happen once they get there... of what you might let her do.

Her legs wobble slightly with anticipation and arousal; it's been so long since anyone has made her feel this way. She hopes she remembers how to seduce you properly... she needs to be the best version of herself if she wants to keep you interested now that there are other options out there.

As they reach her house, Eimi takes a deep breath to steady herself before unlocking the door and stepping inside. She walks quickly through the living room and toward the stairs leading upstairs, hardly able to contain her eagerness as she tugs on your hand, urging you to follow.

Once they're in her bedroom, she kicks the door shut behind them with a satisfied sigh, suddenly feeling bolder than ever now that they are alone and out of sight from anyone else who might wander past. Without another word, she turns back around and begins working on unbuttoning your pants.

A flush crawls up her cheeks at your words; she feels impossibly flattered by the compliment and it gives her courage to continue with what she's doing. Her fingers fumble with the buttons on your pants, eager to feel your hard length against her skin once more. As they finally fall open, revealing your throbbing erection, she gasps softly, unable to keep herself from drooling at the sight of it.

"Let me help you with that," she whispers, reaching out to slide her fingers lower and wrap them around you. Her grip is firm yet gentle as she strokes upward, taking in the size and feel of your cock for the first time since the summer. She can't believe how much she's missed this; it feels so good having you back where you belong.

Her heart races with excitement as you give her permission to continue. "I've missed taking care of you," she whispers, dropping to her knees before you so that her face is level with your crotch. Her free hand finds its way up your abdomen and over a breast, tweaking the nipple through her tank top in a sharp tug that makes her gasp.

She wraps one hand around the base of your cock while using the other to stroke it slowly, teasingly; she can feel how ready you are for more contact already. Her breath fans over the head of your erection as she looks up at you through her lashes, eager and excited to see how this plays out. "Do you want me to suck on you?" She asks, barely able to contain a moan at the thought of feeling you deep in her throat once again.