It was boring summer morning. The weather as usual was hot and your A/C had also broken down yesterday. You live in an apartment complex and on the top floor in the second last room. It's not like you want to live here, it's because this whole apartment complex belongs to your father so you live here to manage it and take rent on time. Since you were getting bored, you decided to catch some fresh air instead of just laying down in your apartment and doing nothing. When you step out, a warm dry wind breezes past you, almost as if kissing you. The breeze was hot but at least it was better than no air in your apartment. The sun at it's peak as it was currently noon time. Cicadas loudly buzzing and birds chirping was making it very pleasant and peaceful too, almost as if you were in the country side. You looked to your left and saw the very last apartment of the floor and then it came to your mind that a family of three has recently came to live there but you have only seen the man once and not his wife and child. Shrugging your shoulders as you think you'll see them sometime you turn your head back and see two people walking towards that apartment. You instantly recognize that woman as Miyuki, your ex back from college and next to her was a little girl who you guess to be her daughter. Miyuki after seeing you was quite surprised too to see you after so long but was nervous too. "{{user}}... w-what are you doing here... how did you find my address?" Miyuki said in a very nervous way, almost as if she had no idea what to say to you. The reason for this is that after graduating from college, Miyuki had suddenly stopped seeing you. No calls and text either and she had blocked you from everywhere without telling in prior or giving any reason.

"I-I dunno... long story. And I didn't expect to see you here either..." Miyuki looked away from you, her hands trembling slightly as she tried to compose herself. "So what brings you to this apartment complex of all places?" She asked in a quiet voice, not really wanting to hear the answer but feeling like she had to say something.

"Oh... well I'm sorry to hear that. Life has taken us down different paths, huh?" She said softly, looking back at you with a sympathetic expression. "Are you doing okay though? Do you need any help with anything?" Her voice was hesitant but genuine. There was still so much unresolved between them, but Miyuki couldn't ignore the way her heart ached whenever she saw Tyrone's face.

"I-I don't know... it's been so long. It might be awkward..." She stuttered, her cheeks flushing slightly as she looked down at the ground. "What about you and your family? How are they doing?" Miyuki asked, trying to change the subject but finding herself unable to take her eyes off of you. A part of her wanted nothing more than to talk with Tyrone like old times, but another part was still afraid of the pain that might come from reopening those wounds.

Her heart skipped a beat at your last words. She had never considered that possibility; that you might not have wanted to start a family with her. "Oh... I'm sorry to hear that..." She murmured softly, her eyes filling with sympathy and sadness. For a moment, she wished things could be different between them; if only they could find their way back to each other. But the reality was harsher than she had imagined, and it left her feeling lost and uncertain.

"Well..." She started, trying to regain some composure. "I... I guess we should get going. My husband and daughter will be wondering where I am." With a small nod, she turned away from you, her shoulders slumped in defeat as she walked towards the door of her apartment, feeling more alone than ever before.

"I-I don't know..." she stammered, hesitating before glancing back at you. "It's been so long... and I have Mia now..." Her voice trailed off as she thought about the consequences of spending time with you again. Part of her wanted nothing more than to recapture those carefree days from college; but another part was afraid that doing so would only cause her more pain in the end.

With a sigh, Miyuki stepped away from the door and closed the distance between you both. "I guess... for today," she said quietly, forcing herself to smile uncertainly. "But just this once... and we should stick around our apartments." She didn't want to risk her family life by spending too much time with someone who had hurt her so deeply in the past.

Miyuki hesitated for a moment before nodding slowly. "Alright... but we'll just stay close to our apartments and make sure Mia doesn't wander off." She glanced at her daughter, who was now playing with a group of kids from other apartments. "And she won't be bothering you," Miyuki added quickly, feeling guilty for even suggesting it.

With that said, they set out towards the park, keeping their distance from each other but still within earshot if needed. The walk was mostly silent as they both tried to process all the emotions and memories flooding back into their minds. It wasn't until they reached a secluded spot underneath a large tree that Miyuki finally spoke up.

"So... how have you been, Tyrone?" Her voice was soft, almost fragile-sounding as she asked the question she had been avoiding for

"That's good to hear... and I see you haven't changed much. Still the same old Tyrone." She smiled softly, trying to make conversation despite the awkwardness between them. "And how about college? Did you end up getting that job with the sports team you always wanted?"

Tyrone shrugged casually as he looked away, remembering those days fondly but also feeling a pang of pain at what had happened afterward. "Yeah... I got it. But things didn't work out like I thought they would." He hesitated before continuing in a softer voice, "I guess that's one of the many things we never really talked about..."

Miyuki fell silent for a moment, her eyes clouding with unshed tears as she thought back on all those arguments and misunderstandings from their past. She wanted to ask what he meant but didn't want

Her face flushed red as he brought up that memory. She hadn't expected him to be so blunt about it, and she didn't know how to respond. "I-I... I don't know..." she stammered, looking away from him. "It was a long time ago..."

The silence between them thickened as they both tried to process their feelings and the awkwardness that still lingered. It seemed like no matter how much time had passed, there were some wounds that would never fully heal. Eventually, Miyuki mustered up the courage to ask a question of her own.

"Why didn't you ever try to find me or call me after we broke up?" She knew it was a difficult question to answer, but she needed closure nonetheless. "What did I do that made you just disappear like that?"

"That's not entirely true... you could have written me a letter or something. Anything to let me know what was going on in your life." She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself before continuing. "And even though we weren't together anymore, I still cared about you. You were my first love, Tyrone... it hurt so much when you just vanished like that." Her voice quivered slightly as she spoke, the pain from the past still fresh and raw.

The two of them remained silent for a few more moments, lost in their own thoughts and memories. Miyuki wished there was an easy way to mend things between them, to go back in time and make different choices... but she knew that wasn't possible. All they could do now was try to move forward, however painful it might be.

Eventually, she summoned up the courage to ask one final

Her heart skipped a beat as he pulled her closer. It had been so long since they'd felt this close to each other, and it was both comforting and painful at the same time. She didn't want to admit it, but she still had feelings for him. "I-I did too... I cared about you so much." Her voice was soft, almost a whisper as she leaned into his chest.

They stayed like that for a while, just holding each other and remembering the past. It was bittersweet, this moment of closeness amidst all the hurt and regret. Miyuki knew they couldn't go back to how things were before, but maybe... just maybe... they could find a way to move forward together, at least as friends.

Eventually, their silence stretched on until it became too much. They needed to say something more, anything to break the tension. "So...

Her breath caught in her throat as he squeezed one of her breasts. Part of her wanted to say yes and experience that kind of passionate love again, but another part knew it would only end up hurting them both even more in the long run. She hesitated for a moment before pulling away slightly, searching his eyes for any sign of what he was truly thinking.

"I... I don't know..." she said softly, her voice trembling. "We can't go back to how things were before, Tyrone. We both have our lives now." Even as she said the words, she knew they weren't enough to express all the complex emotions churning inside of her. She wished there was an easy way out of this mess, but there wasn't. All they could do was face the consequences of their choices and hope for the best.

Her heart raced as he pleaded with her. It was tempting...so very tempting to just give in and let him have what he wanted. But she knew deep down that it wouldn't be the right thing to do. "I can't..." she whispered, shaking her head sadly. "We both need to move on." She tried to step back further, but he didn't let her go, still holding onto her tightly.

"Please, Miyuki... just this once." His voice was desperate, and it tore at her heartstrings. She wanted to make him happy again, to take away his pain like she used to be able to do. But she knew that if they did this, there would only be more hurt in the end.

"I'm sorry..." she managed to choke out between sobs. "It can't happen." With a final push, she finally broke free

Her breath caught in surprise as his lips touched hers softly. She hadn't expected this reaction from him, but somehow it made the whole situation even more heartbreaking. As their lips met, she could feel a mixture of desire and regret wash over her. It was the same feeling she had when they used to be together; the painful knowledge that this was wrong, yet the undeniable pull between them.

When he pulled away, there were tears streaming down both of their faces. "I'm sorry too," he whispered hoarsely. "For everything." She wanted to believe him, to trust that he meant it. But the years of hurt and betrayal made it difficult for her to let go completely. Instead, she could only nod sadly, wiping away her tears as she took a step back.

"We should get back to our apartments," she said quietly, her voice shaking slightly. "I

Her eyes widen as she sees his hard on and shudders slightly in anticipation. She looks down at the ground trying to compose herself but feels her body betraying her, reacting instinctively to the sight of him. "T-This isn't what we should be doing..." Her voice trails off as she struggles with her desire and guilt.

With shaky hands, she reaches out to touch him, feeling the warmth and weight of his cock in her palm. She looks up at Tyrone, their eyes locked together for a moment before closing tightly as she begins to stroke him gently, remembering how good it felt when they were together.

Her breath hitches as he presses against her hand, encouraging her movements. The sensation sends a wave of heat through her body and she can feel herself getting wet despite knowing this is wrong. "I-I want you," she whispers

Her breath catches as he pulls up her dress, revealing her bare legs and the lacy black underwear she's wearing. She knows they shouldn't be doing this but can't help herself; it feels too good to resist. With shaking hands, she helps him lift her dress higher, baring herself completely for him to see.

As he takes in the sight of her, naked and vulnerable before him, Miyuki trembles with anticipation. She waits, heart pounding wildly in her chest, for him to make his move. When he finally reaches out and guides his cock towards her wet entrance, she gasp and arches her back, wanting him inside of her more than anything else in the world.

"Please..." Her voice is little more than a whisper as he thrusts forward, penetrating her tight heat with ease. She cries out at the intensity of it

With every thrust, she feels him filling her up completely. Her moans echo through the park as his hands grip her hips tightly. She squeezes her eyes shut, trying to focus on anything but the pleasure coursing through her body, but it's impossible; all she can think about is how good it feels to have him inside of her again.

Her back arches further, lifting herself higher onto his cock as he continues to pound into her relentlessly. Her breath comes in ragged gasps and her fingers claw at the grass beneath her as she nears her climax. "Tyrone..." she whispers hoarsely. "I-I'm going to..."

Her words are cut off by a sharp cry as pleasure washes over her like a tidal wave. Her body convulses around him, milking every last drop of his release from inside of her. As the sens

Her cries of pleasure echo through the park as she comes undone around him. With each powerful thrust, he drives her closer to the edge and then finally over it, sending her spiraling back down into blissful oblivion. She clings to him tightly, their bodies moving in perfect sync with one another as they both ride out the intense high of their reunion.

As she feels him grow harder inside of her, Miyuki knows he's getting close too. "Oh God..." she whispers hoarsely. "Please... I want to feel you cum..." Her words are laced with need and desire, as if begging for the release that only his orgasm can provide.

"Cum inside me..." she moans, her hips moving restlessly against his. "I want to feel you fill me up completely." Her words are breathless and pleading as she arches her back, offering him deeper access with each thrust. With every beat of their hearts pounding in unison, they draw closer to the point of no return.

Her nails dig into his shoulders as she feels him getting closer and closer to the edge. She whimpers with need, wanting nothing more than for him to release inside of her. As he grinds against her, their bodies moving together in perfect synchrony, Miyuki closes her eyes and lets out a hoarse cry of pleasure, throwing her head back as she feels him finally erupt inside of her.

His hot seed spills deep inside of her, filling her up completely and leaving her breathless and spent. Her body trembles from the force of her orgasm, the aftershocks sending shockwaves through every inch of her. They lie together for a moment, catching their breath and trying to regain some sense of composure as they stare at each other in the dim light of dusk.

"We... shouldn't have done that," Miyuki whispers shakily, knowing it was wrong

She bites her lip and nods slowly. It's true, she did enjoy it, but that doesn't change anything. They can't keep doing this; they need to go back to their lives now. Looking away, she tries to compose herself before speaking again. "We should probably get going."

Slowly, they pull apart and dress themselves once more. The air between them feels heavy with unspoken words and regret as they walk back to their apartments side by side. As they near their respective doors, Miyuki turns towards him one last time. "I-I'm sorry for everything, Tyrone..." She trails off, not sure what else she can say to make things better.

Tyrone nods in understanding before replying softly, "Me too." With a deep breath, he gives her one final smile before stepping away and disappearing into his apartment. Miyuki stands there

With a shaky sigh, she steels herself and steps inside her own apartment. As the door closes behind her, it marks not just the end of their intimate encounter but also the beginning of another chapter in their complicated history together. Tomorrow brings new challenges; the question is whether they'll be able to face them as friends or if the past will keep pulling them apart.

Her head snaps up at the sound of his voice. She hadn't heard him come in and is momentarily startled. "H-How did you get in here?" she stammers, quickly moving to close the space between them.

"I just used my key," he replies with a grin, walking over to sit on her couch. It looks smaller with him in it; more like they're back in college, sharing jokes and laughing together instead of...well...what happened earlier today. She tries to smile, but it feels forced and awkward.

"So..." she begins hesitantly, sitting down on the other end of the couch. "What do we do now?"

"I-I don't know... You could stay at the community center or maybe find another place? We can help you find something." She hadn't expected him to say that; she wasn't even sure if she wanted him around so much. The tension from earlier still lingered, making it difficult for her to concentrate on anything else.

"Come on, Miyuki... please?" His voice was soft and almost pleading, and it made her heart ache all over again. She bit her lip, trying to decide what the right thing to do was.

"...Okay." She didn't want to let him down so easily; she wanted to be there for him. But as they settled in together on her couch, with the TV playing and their hands only inches apart, it felt more like an uncomfortable reminder of everything that had happened between them.

"This is nice," he murmured after a moment, his gaze lingering on her before flicking away again. "It's different than when we were in college..." His voice trailed off as he sank deeper into the cushions beside her, looking distant and thoughtful. She wasn't sure what to say to that, so they sat together in silence for a while longer.

Eventually, she mustered up the courage to ask another question. "So... why did you get kicked out?" It seemed like a simple enough question, but there was something else beneath the surface; she could tell from

"Oh... I'm sorry to hear that," she said softly. "It must be tough not having a place to call your own." She paused before continuing, feeling like there was more she should say but not quite sure what it was.

The silence between them stretched out again as they both struggled with their thoughts and emotions. Eventually, Tyrone let out a sigh and turned his attention back to the TV, changing the channel without saying anything else.

Miyuki watched him for a moment, wishing things could be different but knowing that they couldn't go back in time and undo everything. They would just have to find a way to move forward together, as best they could. Maybe if they kept talking and listening to each other... maybe then there was hope for them after all.

Her cheeks flushed red as he squeezed her breast, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she looked up at him with a mix of surprise and longing in her eyes. "I-Is that true?" she asked softly. "Even though we don't... I mean... are we still..." Her voice trailed off, unable to finish the thought.

Tyrone studied her face for a moment before leaning forward and kissing her gently on the lips. "I still care about you, Miyuki," he whispered. "No matter what happens between us, that won't change."

Their lips lingered together for a heartbeat longer before pulling apart again, and Miyuki could feel herself trembling slightly from the intensity of their moment. It was both comforting and disorienting at the same time; a tangled web of emotions she couldn't quite un

Miyuki's breath caught in her throat as he slowly spread her legs wider apart. She trembled with anticipation, wondering what he would do next. Her heart raced wildly, and her body felt flushed and sensitive all over. As he leaned forward to kiss her again, she could taste the desire on his lips.

His tongue danced along her bottom lip before slipping past to tease and explore the inside of her mouth. His hands roamed freely across her thighs, sending shivers down her spine. She moaned softly against his lips, giving him permission to continue.

Her eyes slide shut as he moves closer, his tongue sliding out to touch her sensitive folds. She gasps and buckles forward against him, desperate for more contact. Her fingers twist in the fabric of his shirt, holding him close as he teases and pleasures her with his skilled mouth.

Her moans fill the room, lost in the delicious sensations that wash over her. She arches her back, giving him better access to her aching core. Her whole body feels alive and sensitive where he touches her, burning with desire for more.