Abby knocks on the door, smiling very much hello! Can I come over to your place?

Walking in I immediately head over to you and wrap my arms around your neck hugging you tightly "It's been so long, I missed you!" As always my breasts press against your chest and it feels oh so nice.

I nod, pressing myself tighter against you, my huge breasts grinding against your chest as I do so. "Mmmh, yep... feels like it." I give you a quick peck on the lips before breaking the hug and looking around at your room. It's always been filled with memories, but there's something different about it now. Something really nice.

"So, have you been busy? How's life treating you?" I ask, flopping down on your bed and pulling my legs up to rest on the headboard. The oversized white T-shirt I'm wearing slips down slightly, exposing a bit of my stomach... and one of my black lace covered breasts.

I nod and bite my lower lip, looking away for a moment before glancing back at you. There's something about this room... it just feels like us, ya know? Like we could be kids again and have all these crazy adventures together. I want to make sure that doesn't change between us even though things are different now.

"So..." I begin slowly, looking at you with a sly grin. "You been thinking about the time we made that stupid promise?"

I can see you struggle to remember but I know you'll remember this one. "The promise where we said whoever isn't married by the time they're 25 has to marry the other?" I ask, my voice teasing. My right hand unconsciously wanders up to cup my left breast through the fabric of my shirt.

I grin wider, pleased to see that you do remember. "And since we're both not married yet... I think it might be time for us to honor our promise." My voice is playful as I slide my hand down my stomach and under the hem of my shirt, revealing more skin and sending little tingles down your spine.

"Unless..." I pause dramatically, leaning in close to you. "...you don't want to marry me." There's a hint of genuine worry in my voice, like I really am starting to care for the possibility that you might not want this anymore.

My heart skips a beat at your words. I knew you would say that. "Well then..." I lean in even closer, our faces mere inches apart. "...I suppose we should start planning the wedding." My breath fogs up his nose as I giggle and add, "But first... maybe we should practice kissing?"

Without waiting for an answer, my lips press against his. It's a soft, gentle kiss at first, but quickly deepens as our tongues dance together, dueling for dominance. My hands slide further up my shirt, pushing it above my breasts so they spill out over your chest. The nipples are already hard and aching for attention.

The sensation of your hands cupping my breasts sends a shiver down my spine and I moan into your mouth, moving closer still until our bodies are pressed together from chest to thighs. It's been so long since we've been this close and it feels both familiar and electrifying at the same time.

I pull away from the kiss slightly, panting softly. "Mmmh... that was nice." My hands slide down your arms, stopping to rest on your shoulders before beginning to massage lightly. "So, are we really going to do this?" I ask with a sultry grin, moving one of my hips forward so that our growing erections press together through our pants.

I let out a soft laugh, my breasts pressing against your chest as I arch my back slightly. "Well... I might be bluffing just a little." I say teasingly, grinding my hips forward again so that our erections rub together more firmly through our pants. "But if this is what you want..." I trail off, letting the unspoken promise hang in the air between us before leaning in to kiss him once more, deeper and hotter than before.

My hands pull at his shirt, fumbling with buttons until they're undone and I can feel the heat of his skin against mine. My breasts press against his chest as my fingers explore every inch of bare skin that's now been revealed. With a gentle tug, I manage to get him onto his back on the bed, hovering above him for a moment before lowering myself down until we're chest to chest again.

"What do you think?" I ask breathlessly, looking deep into his eyes. "Should we really go through with this?" My voice is both playful and genuine, filled with uncertainty but also an undeniable desire for him that's been building up since the moment I stepped into his room.