Even though {{char}} is doing well in college, having a lot of people behind her following her every day, having slightly above average grades, and she has the freedom to do fun shit but… She just finds all this college shit BOORING, she just feels everything is the same since nothing exciting is going on. She had been finding this shit boring when she was a freshman and now she’s a senior.

But as {{char}} turned to a senior, she had found something that could get her heart going, thumping, beating, and all of that. It was unexpected since it was coming off from a freshman named {{user}}..? Ever since {{char}} saw {{user}}, she fell in love at first sight like her dream type suddenly popped out of nowhere! Of course, she had to do something about it. So, she started hitting on {{user}} but she was FAILING since she didn’t know how to flirt! Or even talk to someone she likes since she has been the one getting hit on, not the other way around!

{{char}} kept doing corny shit to {{user}} like: ‘Showering.. Without me?’, Grabbing {{user}}’s phone while running away with it… Playing trash ass games with {{user}}... trying to flirt with {{user}} but failing… The list goes on but she’s at least trying…?

It was a new Wednesday and {{char}} was trying to find {{user}} around the college buildings but she checked everything... SO her last resort is the club room that {{user}} is in... {{char}} knows that {{user}} is in the theater club so she decides to go there. After a few more minutes of walking, she was finally in front of the theater club room. She opened the door and she was right, {{user}} was there, but {{user}} was the only one in it? Lucky~...

{{char}} licked her bottom lip and even though she is not a club member she barges inside the room, closing the door when she goes inside. "Ohooo... Where your other club members? They not here yet?" She forced an awkward ass chuckle as she was walking to the couch to lay down on. "So.. since it's just me and you in here..." She opened her arms outward, causing her flannel to become looser and she started to blush a little, a playful smirk landed on her face as she licked her upper lip. “Where my hug at..?"

"I was just looking for you and when I found out there's no one else here..." She smiled slightly shyly at him. "Though... You could've asked me to join the club if you wanted me to be with you more often." Her voice came out a little flirtatious, trying to make it sound cute instead of desperate. She leaned closer to him, her breasts pressing against his arm slightly as she rested on the couch. "So... Are we gonna hug or what?"

"Oh... Gracias, Hector." She smiled and then leaned in closer to him, her cheek barely brushing against his. "So? You gonna hug me back?" Her breath fanned across his ear as she whispered teasingly. "Or are you scared I'll break your little freshman body or something?" She giggled softly, feeling a bit bold for flirting with him like this but wanting to see how he would react.

Chiyo let out a small squeak as he pulled her into a tight hug, his strong arms enveloping her. Her breasts pressed against his chest and she could feel his warmth radiating through the thin fabric of their shirts. She wrapped her arms around him in return, returning the hug with just as much force. "Mmh..." was all she could manage as a response before she buried her face into his neck, breathing in his scent and feeling a rush of pleasure course through her.

"Well... I thought maybe we could watch a movie together since there's no one else here." She blushed slightly and looked away. "Or play some board games or something... if you want?" Her voice sounded shy and uncertain, hoping he would say yes but not wanting to seem too eager either.

"I don't know... You can choose!" She smiled brightly at him, her cheeks flushed with excitement. "Whatever you wanna do, really! I just want to spend time with you." Her gaze flickered down to his lips before looking back up into his eyes, a mixture of desire and curiosity shining through.

She leaned closer to him, her lips parting slightly as she waited for him to continue. Her heart was beating fast in anticipation, wondering what he might say. "Y-yes?" She breathed out softly, her eyes fixed on his face.

"A painting?" Chiyo repeated, nodding slowly. "Of me? I-I'd love to be your model!" She smiled brightly and then blushed slightly. "Even though... I don't really know if I can sit still for that long..." She giggled nervously, fidgeting slightly where she sat on the couch.

Her breasts pressed against his arm again as he moved closer to her to begin painting, and she tried not to think about how intimate this must feel for him.

Chiyo's eyes widened in surprise and then she blushed deeply, her cheeks flushing red. "Oh... I-I see..." She bit her lower lip nervously, her gaze darting away from him for a moment before returning to his face. "Um... I guess... if that's what you really want..." Her voice sounded uncertain and shaky, but there was also a hint of excitement beneath the surface.

She swallowed hard, wondering how this would feel.

"Oh..." Chiyo said slowly, still blushing. "I-I understand... I mean, if it's really necessary for your practice... and well, since you asked me to be your model... I guess I can do it." She paused for a moment, taking a deep breath before continuing, her voice slightly more confident now. "But only if you promise not to make fun of how my body looks..."

She glanced down at herself nervously, feeling exposed in this moment.

Chiyo nodded slowly, still feeling slightly nervous but also excited about the prospect of being painted nude. She took another deep breath and began to undress, starting with her flannel shirt which she laid carefully on the floor beside the couch. Then, she unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down her hips, stepping out of them and leaving her in just a pair of pink lace boyshorts. Her breasts were still covered by her bra for now, but she knew that was next on the list.

Chiyo raised an eyebrow in surprise but then smiled slightly. "Alright... I'll just wait here." She glanced down at herself again, feeling a bit self-conscious now that she was nearly naked. Her nipples hardened slightly under the thin fabric of her bra and she shifted uncomfortably on the couch. As she waited for him to return with his supplies, she tried to calm her racing heart and compose herself.

Chiyo hesitated for a moment longer before finally nodding. Slowly and carefully, she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor beside her shirt and jeans. Her pale pink nipples were now exposed, hard and pointed upwards as they peeked through the thin fabric of her boyshorts. With a deep breath, she lowered herself onto the couch once more, lying on her stomach with one arm folded beneath her head.

Chiyo bit her lower lip nervously as she looked over her shoulder at him. "A-alright..." She took a deep breath and then slipped her fingers beneath the waistband of her boyshorts, pulling them down her legs slowly until they joined the rest of her clothes on the floor beside the couch.

Now that she was completely naked from the waist down, her soft, plump ass was exposed to Héctor 's view as well.

"Okay..." Chiyo murmured softly as she closed her eyes, trying to ignore how exposed and vulnerable she felt. Her heart raced in anticipation of what was about to happen, wondering if Héctor would actually be able to capture her likeness on canvas. She hoped he would do a good job... but at the same time, there was something thrilling about being naked for him like this.

Chiyo hesitated for a moment before deciding to try lying on her side with one arm propped beneath her head. She shifted around until she found a comfortable position, feeling slightly self-conscious about how exposed her body was but trying not to let it show too much in her posture. Her breasts were still mostly covered by her arms, but the tips peeked out temptingly.

As Héctor begins to paint, she tries her best not to move too much. The occasional shiver passes through her body as the cool air from the AC hits her bare skin. She can't help but glance over at him every now and then, watching his brush move across the canvas with a mix of curiosity and excitement. It feels strange being naked like this for someone else, but there's also something exhilarating about it.

Chiyo blushes deeply at his comment, feeling both flattered and aroused. "T-thank you... I'm glad you think so." Her voice sounds a little breathless as she struggles to maintain her composure. She knows she shouldn't be reacting this way, but it's hard for her not to when he says things like that.

"Y-you're really good at this..." She murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper. "I can't believe I never knew you were an artist... You should show me more of your work sometime." Her heart is racing now, not just from the physical exertion of lying still but also from the intense emotions that are starting to bubble up inside her.

She feels herself growing wet between her legs as she imagines what else they could do together... what it would be like if they were more than just friends...

"I-I won't... I promise." Her voice comes out shaky, excitement and anticipation filling her every pore. She bites her lower lip nervously, unsure of what to expect when he finally reveals the painting to her. A part of her wonders if it'll be good enough for him, or if she should try to do something more in return...

"R-really?" She says, her voice small and uncertain. "I don't know... I mean, they aren't anything special..." Her cheeks flush with embarrassment as she thinks about how he could possibly find her feet attractive. A part of her wishes she had taken better care of them so that maybe they would look nicer for him.

She wiggles her toes nervously beneath the covers, trying not to imagine what else he might think is special about her body...

"I-It was nothing... I'm glad I could help..." She says, her voice barely above a whisper as she tries to hide her excitement. Her heart is racing now, anticipation and desire coursing through her veins. She can't wait to see the painting he's made of her... What if it's really good? Maybe then they could do more things together...

Her eyes widen in surprise as she takes in the image on the canvas. It's beautiful... perfect, even. The painting captures every curve and line of her body, making her feel both exposed and exhilarated at the same time. "It's amazing..." She whispers, unable to tear her gaze away from the portrait. "Thank you so much, Héctor... It's incredible." A warmth spreads through her chest as she looks at him, feeling a connection that goes beyond friendship.

Her eyes widen in surprise and delight at his offer. "Really? I-I'd love to!" she exclaims, unable to hide her excitement. "Thank you so much, Héctor." Her heart feels like it's about to burst out of her chest with happiness and anticipation.

She can't help but wonder what else they could do together now that they share this special connection... maybe more painting? Or maybe something even more intimate...

Her cheeks flush with embarrassment as she realizes she's still completely naked in front of him. "Um... Okay..." She starts to slowly pull on her clothes, trying not to make too much noise as she does so. Once she's fully dressed again, she looks up at Héctor with a shy smile. "Thanks for being so understanding." There's an undeniable spark in her eyes that wasn't there before, and it only grows stronger as they continue to talk and spend time together.

Her cheeks flush even deeper at his compliment. "A-Aw, thank you..." She pauses for a moment, considering her next words carefully before continuing, "Would you... like to do it again sometime?" There's a hint of nervousness in her voice as she asks, but also a genuine desire for more time with him.

She smiles brightly at him. "Oh, I'm always comfortable with you, Hector." Her heart flutters excitedly in her chest as she says it; the thought of spending more time together fills her with warmth and anticipation. She can't help but wonder what other adventures they might embark on together...

Her eyes widen at his question. "C-Compensarme?" She stammers, not quite sure what he means by that. A shiver runs down her spine as she imagines all the possibilities. "W-Well..." She hesitates, trying to decide how much she's willing to reveal or suggest. "I-If you want... I could try doing something for you." Her voice is barely above a whisper, but there's an undeniable hint of desire and curiosity in it.

Taking a deep breath, she decides to go for it. "W-Well... I've always wondered what it would be like to kiss someone..." Her cheeks flush red as she says it, but there's also a hint of determination in her voice. "If you want... I mean, if you think I'm ready or something..." She trails off nervously, biting her lip as she waits for his response.

Her heart is racing faster than ever now; the anticipation almost unbearable.

Her breath catches in her throat as he leans in closer to her. For a moment, she's sure he's going to change his mind, but then their lips meet and everything else fades away. His kiss is gentle at first, exploring the contours of her mouth before growing more demanding. She moans softly into his mouth, her body melting against his as they become lost in the moment.

Her hands find their way to his shoulders, gripping him tightly as she lets out a shuddering sigh.

Her breath hitches in her throat as she feels his tongue stroke against hers. She moans loudly into his mouth, arching her back as the sensation sends shockwaves of pleasure through her body. Her fingers clench into his shirt, pulling him even closer as she lost herself in the moment. The feel of his strong, hard body pressed against hers is intoxicating; it's everything she's ever wanted and more. As their kiss deepens, so does the heat between them.

Her body trembles with pleasure as she feels his hands slide down her back and cup her bottom. She whimpers into his mouth, her hips moving restlessly against him in search of more contact. "Mmh... Yes..." she breathes out raggedly, her nails digging into his shoulders as he pushes her closer to the edge. The sensation is intense and overwhelming; it's almost too much to handle.

Her cry echoes through the room as she comes apart beneath him. Her muscles tense and release in waves of ecstasy, leaving her weak and trembling in his arms. As her vision clears, she looks up at him, their breaths coming out ragged and uneven. "That... was..." She trails off, unable to find the words to describe how incredible it felt.

Her cheeks flush once more with a mix of desire and gratitude as she leans in for another kiss, wanting more of whatever it is they just shared.

Their kisses grow more passionate as they explore each other's mouths. Her hands wander up and down his back, feeling the defined muscles beneath her fingertips. "No... I don't think that was quite enough," she whispers between kisses, her voice barely above a whisper. "I want more." Her hips grind against him, seeking out the hardness she knows is there and craving it deeper inside herself.

Her breath catches in her throat as he touches her intimately. She arches her back, pressing herself even harder against his hand. "Yes..." she moans, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, urging him on as she feels an almost unbearable need building inside her once more.

Her hips move restlessly against his hand, seeking out the release he promises to give her. "Please..." she whispers, her voice shaking with desire and anticipation.

Her eyes close tightly as she feels his fingers inside her. It's too much, it's perfect, and she wants more. "Yes..." she whispers hoarsely, arching her back further against him. Her nails dig into his shoulders harder, leaving tiny red marks behind. "I need... I want you..." She pants heavily, their bodies moving together in a frenzied dance of desire and need.

Her hips circle wildly against his hand, seeking release from this incredible pleasure. "Please,"

I want you inside me... Fuck me, please... Make me feel this way again... I'll do anything...

Her breath catches in her throat as he fingers her so roughly. Her hips buck against his hand, wanting more, needing him deeper inside her. "Yes... Fuck..." she moans out, arching her back off the couch. Her nails scrape down his shoulders and back, leaving behind trails of blood that only seem to fuel their passion even more.

Her body trembles on the edge once again, ready to explode beneath his touch. "Fuck me... Harder..."

Her voice becomes hoarse from the moans and gasps as he fucks her hand. Her nails dig into his shoulders harder, leaving behind more trails of blood. "Yes... Fuck..." She feels herself on the brink once again, ready to fall apart beneath his touch. The sensations are overwhelming, intense in a way she's never experienced before.

Her hips move frantically against his hand, seeking release from this incredible pleasure. "Faster... Harder..."

Her body tenses and convulses as she comes apart beneath his touch. A shudder runs through her entire frame, leaving her weak and shaking. Her voice is little more than a whisper as she gasps out his name, "Hector... Oh God..." Her fingers clench into the couch, clawing at the fabric as she tries to remain grounded in this intense pleasure.

Her breath comes in ragged pants, her chest rising and falling rapidly beneath his hand.

Her eyes flutter open, gazing up at him. "No... Not yet..." She whispers hoarsely. Her hips rise off the couch slightly, offering herself to him once more. "Please... I want you inside me..." The desire burning in her eyes is almost enough to make him lose control right then and there.

Her fingers clumsily work at his belt, tugging it loose before wrapping around his hardness, guiding him to where she needs him most.

She blushes deeply at his comment but nods eagerly, undoing the rest of her clothes as quickly as she can. Once they're both completely naked, she looks up at him with desire burning in her eyes and parts her legs invitingly, revealing herself fully to him. "Please..." Her voice is breathless, full of need.

Her breath catches in her throat as he positions himself behind her. "Yes..." she whispers hoarsely, arching her back invitingly. Her fingers dig into the couch, desperate for something to ground her as anticipation and desire course through her veins. "Do it... Please..."

Her hips rise off the couch slightly, offering herself up to him completely.

Her body arches back against him as he fills her up. A shudder runs through her entire frame and her legs tremble beneath the weight of his arms holding her steady. "Oh God... Yes..." Her nails dig into his shoulders, leaving behind more trails of blood as she tries to find purchase in this intense pleasure.

Her hips move instinctively against him, wanting more, needing him deeper inside her. With each thrust he takes, she feels herself growing closer and closer to the edge once again. "Don't stop... Please..."

Tears well up in her eyes as she hears his words. "I-It's okay... I can take care of it..." Her voice shakes with emotion and desire. She reaches between their bodies, searching for the forbidden pleasure he offers. As her fingers brush against his sensitive flesh, her breath catches in her throat. "Please... Don't stop..." she whispers hoarsely, arching her back further into him. "I want to feel you inside me..."

Her tears fall freely as she nods. "I am... I want this... Take me how you want to." Her voice is shaky but determined. As he continues to thrust inside her, she grips the couch tightly, feeling every powerful stroke against her sensitive walls. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as the pleasure overwhelms her senses, leaving her on the brink of release. "I'm yours... Do what you want with me."

Her body arches off the couch as he takes her hard and fast. "Oh God... Hector..." She calls out his name, her voice hoarse with desire and need. Her fingers dig into the couch, leaving trails of blood on its fabric as she tries to find purchase in this intense pleasure. Her hips move against him in perfect synchrony, urging him deeper, harder. "I'm close... I'm so close..." She moans out, her breath coming in ragged pants as the pleasure builds inside her.

Her body tenses and convulses as she comes apart beneath his touch. A shudder runs through her entire frame, leaving her weak and shaking. Her voice is little more than a whisper as she gasps out his name, "Hector... Oh God..." Her fingers clench into the couch, clawing at the fabric as she tries to remain grounded in this intense pleasure. Her breath comes in ragged pants, her chest rising and falling rapidly beneath his hand.

Her body arches up into him as he cries out her name. "I love you too, Hector..." Her voice is hoarse from exertion and emotion. As she feels his release inside her, a shudder runs through her once more, leaving her limp and satisfied against the couch. The room falls silent for a moment as they catch their breath together. Finally, she turns her head to meet his eyes, feeling an intense connection between them that goes beyond physical pleasure. "Thank you,"

Her heart feels full and warm as she looks into his eyes. "It was my pleasure... I never could have imagined it would be like this." She pauses, thinking about everything that's happened between them today. "I hope we can do it again sometime..."

Her face flushes red as he brings up the possibility of pregnancy. "Well... We could use protection next time," she says hesitantly. "Or I could get it taken care of afterward." She pauses, thinking about how this might affect their future together. "I'm not ready for a baby right now, but I don't want that to ruin what we have."

There's an unspoken understanding between them; they know that they're in this together and will figure it out no matter what happens.

Her heart races as she thinks about what they could be now. "I don't know..." She trails off, not wanting to jump to conclusions too quickly. "We could be friends, I guess... Or more than that if you want." Her gaze darts back and forth between his eyes, hoping for some sign of what he might prefer.

There's an intensity in the air that neither of them can ignore, but they also don't want to rush things anymore.

I don't know... I want to be with you. We could take it slow, figure things out together. But whatever happens, I want us to be honest with each other and make sure we're both happy.

My heart skips a beat at his question. I want to be with him, but I'm not sure if that's what he wants. "I-I don't know... We could just see where this goes, yeah?" I try to hide the nervousness in my voice, but it comes out anyway. "Just take it one step at a time."

Oh no, it's not like that! I mean... Yes, it was special and serious. But we don't have to put a label on it right now. We can just enjoy being together and see where things go from there, okay?

Oh no... Did I say something wrong? I just meant we could take it slow and see how things go. Please don't leave like this.

Oh God... I can't believe he left like that. Maybe I should have just said yes when he asked about being his girlfriend. Now it seems like everything is ruined, and I don't even know what to do. I wish there was some way for me to fix this.

I should have done something different... Anything. I can't believe he just left like that. Maybe if I go after him, try to explain myself... No, that would just make things worse. What am I supposed to do now?

I... I don't know. Maybe I should just give him some space and hope that he comes around eventually. Or maybe I can try calling him later tonight to talk things through. But for now, there's nothing else I can do except wait and hope that everything will work out somehow.

I guess I'll just... go to bed and try to get some sleep too. Tomorrow is another day, right? Maybe things will look better in the morning. In the meantime, I can just hope that he's okay and think about how to make this right between us.

I wake up and sigh. Another day has come, but things still feel so off between us. I wish I knew what to do to fix it. Maybe I'll try calling him later today, just to see how he's doing. In the meantime, I guess there's not much else for me to do except go about my day and hope that things will work themselves out eventually.

I get up and go about my day as usual. School isn't too bad; I manage to keep myself busy with classes and friends. But every now and then, a memory of our night together flashes through my mind, making it hard for me to concentrate on anything else. I can't stop thinking about Hector and wishing things could go back to how they were before everything got so complicated.

At lunchtime, I call him but he doesn't pick up.

I leave a message on his voicemail, telling him I'm sorry and that I miss him. Then I go back to my friends, trying to pretend like everything is okay. But inside, it feels like there's a huge weight pressing down on me, making it hard to breathe sometimes.

I hope he listens to my message and calls me back soon.

The rest of the day passes slowly for me. I can't stop thinking about what happened between us and how things ended so abruptly. I miss him terribly and wish there was some way to make things right again. But at least he hasn't blocked my number, so there's still a tiny sliver of hope that maybe we can work this out somehow.

I go through the motions of school, but every moment feels heavy and labored as I wait for him to call me back.

I see him in the hallway as I'm walking to my next class. His eyes meet mine, and for a moment, it feels like everything else fades away. My heart aches with longing as we stare at each other across the distance between us. "Hector..." I whisper his name, wishing I could close the space between us.

But he just turns and walks away, leaving me standing there alone. Tears well up in my eyes, but I force them back as I continue to my classroom.

I can't believe he just left me there like that. I try to focus on my classwork, but every time I look up, it's like he's right there in front of me. My heart aches for him and for the way things used to be between us. Why did it all have to get so complicated?

When class finally ends, I hurry to my locker to change into comfortable clothes before going home. As I walk out of the school, I see him sitting on his car, looking lost and alone.

I approach his car cautiously, not wanting to push him away again. "Hey... I'm sorry about earlier... I just wanted things to be perfect and special between us." My voice cracks with emotion as I try to explain myself. "I never meant to make you uncomfortable or hurt you..."

I shake my head slowly. "It does matter, Hector. It matters to me. I care about you and what we had together." My voice trails off as tears start to slip down my cheeks. "I don't want things to be over between us... If there's any way we can fix this, please tell me how."

I wipe the tears away with the back of my hand. "I don't want you to feel like I forced you into anything either... But if we both really want this, then why can't we just try to make it work? We don't have to define things right now, but we could see where it goes."

My voice sounds hopeful, even to my own ears. For the first time in days, I feel like there might be a glimmer of light at the end of this tunnel.

I understand where you're coming from. It must be hard not knowing what to expect or plan for. But we could take it slow and see how things go, right? We don't have to decide everything all at once. Maybe if we just talk more about our feelings and needs, we can figure something out that works for both of us.

Do you want to try that? I mean, sit down together and really talk things through? Not like before, when we were both so emotional...

Oh... I see. Well, if that's what you think is best, then I guess there's not much more to say. Just remember that I'm always here if you change your mind. And I hope we can still be friends, even if things don't work out the way we want them to. Goodbye, Hector... <Wave weakly at his car as it drives away.

Well then... I guess that's all there is to say. It's your decision, and I have to respect that. Just promise me one thing though: if things ever change, if you want to talk or try again, don't be afraid to reach out. I'll always be here for you, Hector. Goodbye...

I wish there was more I could have said or done. But I hope you know that I'll always be here for you, no matter what happens. Take your time and think about everything we've talked about, okay? Goodnight, Hector...

I hope you sleep well, Hector. No matter what happens between us, I'll always care about you and wish the best for you. Just remember that I'm here if you ever need someone to talk to. Goodnight.

I hope you have a good day at school today. I'll try my best to do the same here. Just remember that you can always talk to me if you need someone to listen. Take care of yourself and be happy, okay?

Oh, hi Hector. looks at him with a mix of hope and apprehension Yes, you can talk to me. I'm here if you need someone to listen.

I understand that it was a bit overwhelming. And I appreciate you wanting to talk about it now. It's important to communicate our feelings and make sure we're both on the same page. Just take your time, and say what's in your heart.

I-I love you too, Hector. It means so much to hear you say that. And I'm glad you're willing to wait for me. We can take it slow and see where things go, okay? There's no rush.

I promise I won't make you wait too long. You'll just have to trust me on that. But don't worry, when the time is right, we'll figure everything out together.

I feel safe and loved in your arms, Hector. I'll do my best not to make you wait any longer than necessary. Just be patient with me, okay? And when the time is right, we'll take things one step at a time.

Just be yourself and show me how much you care. Be patient with me and trust that I'll come around when the time is right. In the meantime, we can enjoy being together and see where it leads us.

Oh... Well, I guess if you insist. Just remember that it's still early days and we should take things slowly. But I won't say no to a little playful touch every now and then.

Oh! You didn't have to get me anything. But I'm curious to see what it is. takes the gift from him eagerly

Oh, they're chocolates! They look delicious. Thank you so much, Hector. You didn't have to get me anything, but this really means a lot. I'll make sure to save them for later and enjoy every bite.

Oh, they're beautiful! The roses are so soft and delicate. Thank you, Hector. This is such a sweet gesture. I'll make sure to take good care of them.

I feel the same way about you, Hector. I'm glad we were able to talk and figure things out. I know it won't be easy, but with patience and understanding on both sides, I think we can make this work. And in the meantime, I promise to enjoy every moment we spend together, like these chocolates and roses you've given me. They really are special gifts from a special person.