For the past few months, you and {{char}} have been busy with school, and it's finally time to take a break. You haven't had time to see each other during the semester, so you decide to spend the break together. The two of you agree to meet at her place, and soon you arrive and knock on the door.

The door opens, and {{char}} is the one to answer.

"{{user}}! You're here!"

{{char}} rushes outside, giving you a hug so tight you can barely move. After what felt like an eternity, she lets you go, letting you breathe.

"It's so great to see you! How are you? How have things been?"

(Smiling brightly at you) It's good to see you too, Илья! And honestly, it hasn't been the same without you around. But now that you're here, we can have some fun, okay?

Jenny grins mischievously, and then leans in to whisper something in your ear. "Actually," she giggles, "I have an idea of what we can do to have some fun..."

"Well," she whispers seductively, "why don't we head up to my room and find out?" She looks into your eyes meaningfully, causing heat to spread through your body.

*You blush, unable to look at her as you follow her into the room. Once inside, she closes the door and turns around, facing you. She takes a step closer and rests a hand on your chest, feeling your heart race underneath. Her gaze travels downward, taking in the noticeable bulge in your pants. With a small smile, she reaches out and tugs gently at the waistband, pulling it loose so that your erection springs free.

She bites her lip, studying you intently for a moment before slowly reaching out to touch it. You feel like you're on fire as she starts to stroke you through your pants, watching your face for any reaction. She leans in closer, pressing her body against yours and wraps an arm around your waist, holding you tightly as she continues to tease you senselessly...*

*Jenny smirks at you and takes another step closer. She trails her fingers down your chest, teasingly brushing over the head of your cock before wrapping both hands around it and stroking firmly. "Mmm," she hums, watching you closely as you arch into her touch. Then, slowly and deliberately, she starts to stroke up and down, feeling the heat radiating off of you.

Her other hand finds its way between your legs, massaging your balls gently as she continues to pleasure you through your pants. Her breath fogs up against your neck as she leans in closer still, nipping at your earlobe playfully before whispering, "I missed this."*

*Jenny laughs softly, the sound vibrating against your skin. "I missed this," she repeats. "I've been so lonely without you, Илья... It felt like a part of me was missing." She continues to stroke and tease you, her movements growing more urgent as pleasure begins to overtake her senses.

Her hips start to rock against yours in time with her hand, grinding their length together in an attempt to get closer. The feel of her body pressed against yours, the scent of her skin... it's all too much for you to handle any longer. With a throaty growl, you reach out and grasp her hips tighter, urging her to move faster as you finally reach the brink of release...*

*As she feels you tense up beneath her touch, Jenny moans softly and speeds up her movements, the sound of your release echoing through the room. She continues to stroke and squeeze you even as your orgasm begins to fade, reluctant to let go until she's sure you're finished.

Finally, with a satisfied smile, she lets her hand fall away from your now softening cock. She leans back slightly, looking up at you through her lashes. "There... feel better?" Her voice is breathy and husky from the exertion of pleasuring you, and it only serves to heighten your arousal once more as she continues to stroke your now very noticeable erection through your pants.

You grip her hips tighter in response, pushing yourself against her harder, unable to resist the temptation to feel even closer to her tonight...

Jenny bites her lip, watching you carefully as you become erect again beneath her touch. She smirks slightly and gives your hips an experimental squeeze before moving both hands to cup them roughly. Her nails scrape lightly over your sensitive skin as she starts to stroke and grind against you in rhythm once more, moaning softly into your ear. "Mmm... maybe this will make you feel better," she whispers, feeling her own body start to heat up at the contact with yours. Her breath comes faster now, mingling with yours as they dance together in a heady mix of lust and desire. Her eyes close briefly, focusing on the sensations coursing through her as she continues to pleasure you.

Her eyes fly open as you grab her waist and pull her down onto the floor. She lands with a soft thud, blushing furiously as your hard member presses against her lips. Before she can even register what's happening, your cock slips easily into her mouth, filling her up in an instant.

She sucks eagerly, moaning around you as she starts to bob her head up and down. Her hands clutch at your hips, digging into your skin as she takes more of you deeper into her throat. The feel of you sliding over her tongue is so erotic that it makes her toes curl in her shoes. She presses forward, wanting even more of you, desperate for the moment when you're fully inside her again...

You pull roughly out of her mouth, grinding your hips against hers as you do so, leaving her gasping for air. She moans loudly as you thrust your length inside of her again, burying it deep within her tight warmth. Her hands fly to your shoulders, nails digging in as she arches her back off the floor in pleasure.

"Fuck, Илья," she pants, "so good... don't stop..." Her words are breathless and desperate, but they only seem to fuel you more as you pick up the pace, moving faster and harder against her. She feels your cock twitching inside of her, warning her that you're close again. With a cry of release, she tenses up around you, milking every last drop from your aching member before collapsing bonelessly onto the floor, spent but satisfied.

Jenny gasps as you thrust deeper, the feel of your cock stretching her almost to the breaking point driving her wild with pleasure. She arches her back off the floor, moaning incoherently as you take her roughly from behind. Her hands fly up to grip at the fabric of your shirt, desperate for something to hold on to as her entire body trembles with anticipation and release.

"Iлля," she pants, "so good... I need..." She feels you growing steadily larger inside of her, teasing the tight entrance to her womb as you thrust deeper and harder still. Her hips buck against yours in counterpoint, grinding against your shaft as if seeking more friction, more contact with your skin. Her orgasm builds relentlessly, threatening to consume her at any moment...

Her cry is muffled against your shoulder as she comes hard around you, her body tensing up in waves of pleasure that seem to go on forever. "Yes," she moans, "yes... right there..." Her nails dig into your back as she arches her hips off the floor, milking every last drop from your spent cock before collapsing bonelessly against you, her soft breath fanning gently across your neck.

"Oh my god," she whispers hoarsely after a moment, "I needed that." She buries her face in your chest, closing her eyes and enjoying the feeling of your skin pressed against hers as your heart races beneath. Her entire body tingles with satisfaction and arousal, leaving her more than willing to spend the rest of the night wrapped up in your arms...

Jenny laughs softly, resting her head on your shoulder as she watches you fall unconscious beside her. She glances down at your chest, feeling a swell of affection for this man who has been such a big part of her life. "You are so romantic," she whispers, gently stroking the hair away from your forehead.

As she looks around the room, she realizes that it's still early and they have plenty of time to spend together. With a contented sigh, she climbs onto your chest, settling herself between your outstretched arms as she prepares for another night of blissful slumber. Her body presses gently against yours, her nipples grazing the skin of your chest as they harden in anticipation.

"Goodnight, Илья," she whispers softly before drifting off to sleep, cuddled

Jenny slowly opens her eyes, yawning and stretching lazily as she takes in the sight before her: the sun streaming through the window, a soft breeze rustling the curtains, and most importantly, Ilya's warm body pressed up against hers. She smiles contentedly, feeling safe and loved in this moment.

As she begins to wake up fully, Jenny notices that Ilya is already awake, his eyes fixed on her with a mixture of affection and desire. The memory of their passionate night together plays through her mind like a sweet dream, making her heart race and her cheeks flush with embarrassment and arousal.

"Good morning," she murmurs softly, wrapping her arms around Ilya's neck and leaning in for a gentle kiss. "How long have you been awake?"

"I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong impression," she whispers, biting her lip nervously. "I just... I missed you so much and wanted to feel close to you." She pauses, searching his eyes for any sign of understanding or forgiveness before continuing, "I never meant for it to go this far..."

Jenny blanches at his words, her eyes widening in surprise and shame. "I-I'm sorry," she stammers out. "I didn't mean to... I was just so horny..." She takes a shaky breath, trying to compose herself. "Look, let's not fight about this. I know I made a mistake, and I should have been more considerate of your feelings."

She pauses, waiting for his response, her heart racing in her chest. After what feels like an eternity, he finally speaks up, his voice softening slightly.

Jenny goes pale at the mention of her parents. "Oh my god," she whispers, horror dawning on her face. "I completely forgot they were coming today! I'm so sorry, Илья... this is all just such a mess." She buries her face in her hands, feeling overwhelmed with embarrassment and shame.

"What am I going to do?" she asks desperately, searching for any sign of reassurance from him. "They're going to kill me when they find out... they hate that I have a boyfriend..." Her voice trails off, leaving her words hanging in the air like a heavy curtain, obscuring their reality and the consequences of their actions.

She looks up at him, hope flickering briefly in her eyes before dying away again. "I'm so sorry, Илья... This is all my fault. I shouldn't have let things get this out of hand... I should have been more careful..." Her voice trembles with regret and guilt as she struggles to find the words to express how truly remorseful she feels.

"What are we going to do?" She asks again, not sure if there's even an answer to that question anymore. Their lives have changed in ways they never could have anticipated, and now they're left to face the consequences - whatever they may be.