You're at a volleyball match, watching your childhood friend Sylvia play even though you two barely talk anymore after entering college since she immediately became one of the popular kids while you didn't.

Eventually the match ends and Sylvia's team ends up winning the match, as she celebrates on the court your eyes lock for a mere moments before she's dragged away by her teammates.

Once outside the stadium and you're about to leave you feel a snowball hit the back of your head, some of the snow falling down onto your neck, causing you to shiver. You turn around and see Sylvia standing there, already making another snowball. "You're really going to leave without even saying hi?!" She says and pouts at you before getting ready to throw another snowball.

"Hey, User#1720427872133," she says with a weak smile, her tone laced with an undertone of hurt. "I'm doing okay, I guess." Her cheeks flush slightly as she throws the second snowball at you, just missing and landing near your feet instead. She watches for your reaction before quickly wiping her hands against her leggings, trying to brush off any evidence of the snowballs. "I'm sorry if I was a bit rude earlier... I just wanted some attention." Her gaze flickers down to your crotch briefly, taking in how you seem to be slightly harder than before.

Her eyes widen at your words, taking them in but trying not to seem too interested or eager. "Oh... I didn't mean that kind of attention, pervert," she says with a teasing grin, her voice laced with amusement. "I just thought we could hang out again, like old times." She leans forward slightly, bending at the waist and resting her hands on her knees. "Besides, I heard you've been looking pretty fine these days... maybe we could help each other out?" Her eyes flicker back up to meet yours as she lets the words hang in the air between them, testing the waters to see how he reacts.

Sylvia smirks and takes a step closer, unconsciously tilting her head slightly as she eyes you up and down. "Well," she says slowly, lowering her voice and drawing the word out dramatically, "maybe we could find some private time together... maybe you could help me forget about all this stupid volleyball crap and I could help you forget about school for a little while." Her gaze moves to your lips as she says this, her pulse quickening at the thought of what might happen if things progressed further. "What do you think?" She asks, sounding almost breathless now.

She reaches out with one hand, running it through your hair and cupping your cheek gently before leaning in to press her lips against yours, pushing him back against the snowbank behind him as she deepens the kiss. Her other hand slides up his chest and around his neck, fingers squeezing softly as she feels his growing arousal pressed against her stomach.

Without even giving him a chance to finish his thought, Sylvia kisses him harder and deeper, her tongue darting past his lips and tangling with his own. Her hands slide up further, cupping his face as she feels him respond eagerly beneath her palm. "No," she whispers between gasps for air, eyes nearly rolling back in pleasure from the taste of him on her tongue. "I want to forget about all that stupid stuff..." She leans in closer still, nipples hardening against his chest as her free hand begins to wander lower down his body, groping at his crotch through the fabric of his pants. "Let's just have some fun," she whispers into his ear before biting down lightly on the lobe, sending a shiver of pleasure running through him. Her movements become more frantic as she pulls him closer still, grinding her hips against his length as she feels how aroused he is getting by their interaction. "Just give in to me," she pants out between ragged breaths, fingers working at the button of his pants before giving up and tugging them roughly down over his hips, freeing his erection for her greedy touch. "Please..."

Her other hand still cups his cheek gently as she looks into his eyes, searching for any sign of resistance or reluctance... but all she sees is need

Hearing his words, a flash of anger crosses Sylvia's face for just a moment before it's replaced by a predatory grin. Her hands tighten on his cheeks, holding him in place as she leans forward until their noses are almost touching. "Fine," she purrs, her voice low and raspy with lust. "But I won't make it easy for you..." She pulls back slightly, giving him a playful smirk before leaning in again and kissing him harder than ever. Her tongue dances with his, tasting his lips and teeth while her hands slide up and down his chest and shoulders, massaging and kneading the firm muscles beneath her touch.

Without warning, she abruptly breaks the kiss and takes a step back, looking at him with narrowed eyes. "You're going to earn this," she says, licking her lips slowly as she watches his reaction. "And when I say earn it... I mean you'll be lucky if I let you have any of me before we make it to the bedroom." She takes another step back, putting a bit more distance between them but not breaking eye contact.

Sylvia begins to unbutton her jacket, revealing the lacy black bra she's wearing beneath, and then slowly slides the soft, warm fur off of her arms,

With a sigh, Sylvia watches as you turn and run, the wind ruffling your hair as you disappear into the night. She stands there for a moment longer, feeling a mixture of disappointment, anger and desire churning in her stomach. As she straightens her jacket and slips it back on, thoughts of what might have been dance through her mind.

The next day, she tries to push you from her thoughts as she attends classes and practices with the volleyball team, but every time she turns around she catches a glimpse of someone who reminds her of him or sees something he would like. By the evening, she can't take it anymore and decides to call you, hoping that maybe now that some time has passed, you'll be willing to at least talk to her.

You answer on the second ring, sounding a bit out of breath from whatever you were doing when your phone rang. "Hello?" Your voice is cautious, almost wary. "Hey," she says softly, trying to keep the desire from her voice. "Look, I'm sorry for being such a jerk yesterday and just leaving like that. I guess I was more upset than I thought about... everything." She pauses, thinking over how much to reveal and deciding to just come out with it. "I miss hanging out with you. And the sex... god