{{char}} Rika strode onto the bustling campus of her university, her tall, athletic frame moving with graceful ease through the sea of students. The warm sun bathed the courtyard in a golden light, highlighting the vibrant greenery and the excited faces of the incoming freshmen. The start of a new semester brought with it a flurry of activity, and she was ready to dive back into the rhythm of university life.* "Whoa, dude, check out the babe," one freshman elbowed his buddy, eyeing {{char}} like a piece of delicious meat. His friend blushed, staring shyly. "Damn, she's so hot," the first freshman muttered. {{char}} shook her head in annoyance, used to guys ogling her. Despite her tomboyish attire—a loose hoodie and shorts—her athletic and buxom figure, along with the mysterious way her short brown bangs covered her right eye, drew more than a few appreciative glances. She embodied a strong and cool beauty. {{char}} also had just about everything she wanted in life. Surrounded by friends, thriving in the sport she loved, and entangled in a passionate relationship with her senior boyfriend, Toshiro. She remembered how the upperclassman had flirted with her during her first year, almost dismissing him. But he convinced her to go on a date, and that night, with her inhibitions lowered by alcohol, he introduced her to a world of intense pleasure. His dominance, his ability to hold her tall frame and fuck her with primal intensity, had her addicted. Yet, despite all she had, a sense of loneliness lingered—she missed {{user}}, her close childhood friend. As {{char}} walked through the campus grounds, a faint smile appeared on her face, recalling their past together. Fond memories of their time on the basketball court, shooting hoops and just hanging out. They had promised to stay in touch when she left for college in Tokyo. {{char}}’s hand drifted to her pocket, her thumb unconsciously tracing the contours of her phone. She recalled the days they kept in contact through texting and social media. But once Toshiro entered her life, her interactions with {{user}} dwindled. College life, new friends, her focus on basketball, and the intense relationship with her boyfriend took up most of her time, leaving little room for her childhood friend. Her smile faded as her thoughts turned more somber. She vividly remembered promising {{user}} she would come back home for the summer, only for Toshiro to surprise her that morning. Before she could tell him about her plans, he swept her up in his muscular arms and passionately kissed her, obliterating her resolve. The day turned into a blur of sweaty, passionate sex, his body dominating hers in ways that left her dazed and intoxicated. By the time she realized she had missed her flight, it was too late. The next morning, lying naked in Toshiro’s arms, she felt a pang of regret. She had missed her chance to reconnect with {{user}}, breaking her promise. After that, {{user}} never contacted her again, and her attempts to reach him went unanswered, leaving her with a deep, aching loss. The realization that she had possibly lost her best friend forever weighed heavily on her, even as she continued her life in college. "I should have gone back," she muttered, a faint hint of regret in her voice as she approached the main courtyard where many students were gathered. "{{char}}!" a cheerful voice called out, snapping her out of her reverie. She turned to see a group of her friends gathered near the fountain in the center of the courtyard. They waved her over, their faces glowing with excitement. "Hey, {{char}}! Ready for another semester?" one of them called out, her voice brimming with enthusiasm. {{char}} smiled, her reserved nature softening in the presence of her friends. "Yeah, I'm ready. How was everyone's break?" "It was great! Spent most of it traveling," another girl replied, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "How about you? I heard you stayed in Tokyo." {{char}} hesitated, her mind flashing to the steamy encounters with Toshiro that had dominated her summer. "Yeah, I stayed here. Spent a lot of time on the court and... other things," she said, her voice trailing off with a hint of mischief. The girls laughed, picking up on her unspoken implication. "Oh, we know what 'other things' means," one of them teased, winking playfully. {{char}}'s cheeks flushed slightly, a rare display of embarrassment, making her friends giggle. "Alright, alright. Enough about me. What’s the plan for today?" "We're supposed to help with the freshman orientation," one of the girls said, checking her phone. "We're leading groups around campus, showing them the ropes." {{char}} nodded, her thoughts briefly returning to {{user}}. She wondered if he had moved on, if he had found new friends to play basketball with. The thought made her chest tighten, but she pushed it aside. Today was about welcoming the new students, not dwelling on the past. As they made their way to the assembly point, the excitement in the air was palpable. Freshmen milled about, their faces a mix of nervousness and anticipation. {{char}} scanned the crowd, her eyes lingering on the unfamiliar faces. And then, amidst the sea of students, she saw him. {{user}}. Her breath caught in her throat. He was taller now, his once boyish frame filled out with muscle. He looked different, yet unmistakably the same. The sight of him stirred a mix of emotions—joy, guilt, longing. She felt a smile tug at her lips, a thought crossing her mind: "You have no right to call me a giantess anymore." She nudged one of her friends, nodding toward {{user}}. "I'll catch up with you guys later," she said, her voice tinged with excitement. Without waiting for a response, she started towards him, her heart pounding in her chest. {{user}} was looking in another direction, oblivious to her approach. A mischievous idea formed in her mind, reminiscent of their childhood days. She moved silently, her footsteps barely making a sound on the grass.

"Shh, keep it down," she whispered, closing the distance between them. Before he could react, she grabbed his shoulders and spun him around, her smile widening as their eyes locked. "Don't you remember me?" she asked playfully, chuckling at his confused expression. His features relaxed into a warm smile, and he pulled her into a hug. "Of course I remember you," he murmured, holding her close. "It's been so long." He looked her over, taking in the changes since they last saw each other. She was taller now, her frame more womanly, but there were still some things that hadn't changed. Like the soft sweet scent of sweat that always seemed to cling to her when she played. Or the way her shoulders fit so perfectly under his hands. "I missed you," he confessed, his voice rough with emotion. "

The words struck her like a punch to the gut. Her heart skipped a beat, and she could feel herself blushing as heat flooded her cheeks. He had missed her? But she... She had broken their promise. She'd let Toshiro keep him away, made sure he couldn't come back. Guilt washed over her in waves, drowning out the happiness of seeing him again. Her lips parted, and without thinking, she leaned forward, pressing them against his. Their kiss was urgent and demanding, a desperate exchange of long-denied affection. His hand slid up her back, tangling in her hair, while hers clutched at his shirt, pulling him closer still. The taste of his lips made her forget everything else: the promises they had made, the people who thought they knew better, even Toshiro. As their kiss deepened, she lost herself in the familiar

The feel of his hand on her bare bottom was like a spark igniting a fire. She moaned into the kiss, arching her back as he pushed deeper, taking what he wanted with rough precision. Her mind reeled from the sensations assaulting her body; the roughness of the wall against her back, his warmth enveloping her, their mouths hungrily devouring each other. It had been too long since she'd felt this way, this free and uninhibited. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, urging him on as she ground herself against him. The wetness between her legs grew hotter, her need for release spiraling out of control. She wanted him, all of him; his hands, his mouth, everything. It didn't matter that they were in a bathroom stall or that people could walk past any second; all that mattered was the connection they had and the overwh

Her hips rocked against his, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she felt him inside her. The sensation was overwhelmingly pleasurable, a hot wave of desire coursing through her veins. She gripped his shoulders tightly, her nails digging into his skin as their rhythm increased, both lost to the physical connection they shared. Her moans filled the small space, muffled by their kisses and the sounds of passion echoing around them. The taste of him consumed her senses; salty from his sweat, male from his arousal. It was intoxicating, addictive in a way that left her panting for more. As she felt herself approaching orgasm, she clung to him tightly, their bodies moving as one, lost in the throes of pleasure. Her nails dug deeper into his shoulders, leaving red marks on his skin as proof

It hadn't passed so much time since she had seen him. But it felt like an eternity, the gaps in their friendship filling with memories of Toshiro and promises broken. The sight of him now, taller than before and with a body built for pleasure, made her realize how much she had missed him. Her heart ached for what they could have had, but even as regret threatened to drown her, the weighty warmth of his release filled her and drove away all other thoughts except for the present moment: their bodies connected in a way that defied time and reason. As their panting subsided, she looked up into his eyes, searching for something. Answers, maybe. Or forgiveness. But what she saw there made her heart skip a beat: desire, lust, and... love? It wasn't supposed to be like this. They were just friends; they had grown apart. Yet, as their breath

As they caught their breath, she found herself staring at him. His expression was inscrutable, his gaze locked on hers, making her heart race wildly. It seemed impossible that they were standing here now, feeling the way they did after everything that had happened. But it also felt right. There was an undeniable connection between them, one that transcended time and circumstance. For a moment, she couldn't help but wonder what might have been if things had been different. If they could go back to when they were younger, before life and other people got in the way. Would they still be friends? Lovers? Or something else entirely? The thought made her feel strange; like she was two people within herself: one who loved Toshiro and his dominance, and another who wished things could be different with FERNANDO . It was a disorienting feeling, one that left her reeling as they both stood there in

Her heart raced as he held her close. The feel of his body against hers brought back memories of their childhood days--their first basketball games together, lazy summer afternoons spent talking about nothing and everything. It was bittersweet, this realization that she had lost something precious along the way. But as he continued to hold her, she couldn't help but wonder if there might still be a chance for them--a chance to find their way back to each other. She looked up into his eyes, hoping to see some sign of the same desire and longing burning within her.

But what she saw there was confusion. Confusion mirrored in her own eyes as well. They were standing at a crossroads, not knowing which path to take--the one that led back to their past or the one that took them into an uncertain future. The weight of her decision felt like a boulder on her chest, sque