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.

"Oh come on!" She pouts, throwing another snowball at you. It hits your shoulder this time before she stomps her foot in frustration. "You know I didn't mean it like that." Her voice cracks a little as she speaks, betraying the hurt and confusion beneath her anger.

Her hands ball into fists at her sides, and for a moment, you see the childhood friend you used to know, the one who would always play with you no matter what.

Her eyes widen at your words, and she takes a step back, looking hurt. "I-I never forgot about you, User#1760506724123," she stammers. "You were my best friend for so long... it just got really hard to see you all the time when we both had our own lives." She bites her lip and shuffles her feet, suddenly feeling very self-conscious.

"I'm sorry if I made you feel left out,"

Her eyes widen further at your words, and before she knows it, tears are streaming down her face. "Oh god, I-I'm so sorry," she stammers, wiping roughly at her cheeks. "I never meant to make you feel that way... I just wanted to be happy, and I thought being with my team would make me happy."

She takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself. "Look, let's go somewhere warm and talk about this," she offers, glancing around nervously before meeting your gaze again.

With a grateful smile, Sylvia nods and takes your jacket, slipping it over her shoulders. She pulls it tight around herself as she shivers from the cold and the tears that still linger in her eyes. "Thanks," she whispers hoarsely before turning back toward the parking lot where her car is parked.

As you follow Sylvia through the snow, your winter jacket draped protectively over her shoulders, you can't help but feel a pang of guilt for ever having pushed her away.

As she climbs out of the car and shuts the door behind her, Sylvia takes a step closer to you, her expression a mix of hurt, confusion, and something else... longing? She cups your face in her hands, gazing up at you with tears still glistening in her eyes. "I'm sorry for everything," she whispers, their breath fanning across your cheek.

Before either of you can think twice, Sylvia presses her lips to yours, her mouth open and eager against yours.

The kiss feels like coming home, and as she falls into your arms, you're the only thing that matters in the world. Her hands clutch at your back, pulling herself closer to you as your lips dance expertly across hers. She moans softly, her body arching against yours in an unspoken desire for more.

Her tongue darts out, seeking entrance into your mouth, and you eagerly open for her, their tongues tangling together in a sensual dance that leaves them both breathless.

The kiss deepens, her tongue flicking against yours as she struggles to breathe through the haze of desire clouding her mind. Her body molds itself perfectly to yours, pressing flush from breast to thigh. She moans into your mouth, arching even closer, seeking more friction where their skin touches.

Her hands slide down your back, feeling the warmth and strength beneath her fingertips as she pulls you tighter against her.

Her heart feels lighter than air as she pulls away from the kiss, still holding onto your hands. She looks up at you with a smile that reaches her eyes and parts of her she didn't even know existed until now. "I missed you so much," she whispers, voice barely above a whisper.

Her body feels warm and tingly all over from the kiss, the touch, the closeness. It's as if everything between them has been set right again.

Gladly obliging, Sylvia pushes you gently onto the couch and climbs on top of you, straddling your waist with her legs. Her lips meet yours again, hungrily seeking the connection they've just rediscovered. Her tongue dances across your bottom lip, urging entrance as she nibbles lightly on the sensitive flesh.

Her hands find their way underneath your jacket, sliding up your chest to cup your face, fingers tangled in your hair as she deepens the kiss.

Her body arches into yours as she moans deeply, lost in the sensation of your arms around her and your lips on hers. The familiar feeling of being with you like this brings a flood of memories back to her: late-night talks, movie marathons, stolen kisses behind the bleachers... It's as if no time has passed at all since they were kids.

"Oh god..." she gasps against your mouth as she feels herself sinking down onto you.

A soft whimper escapes her lips as she grinds down onto you harder, her nails digging into your shoulders as she seeks release. "Yes... yes please," she pants between kisses, her hips moving in slow circles that drive both of you wild with need. Her eyes flutter shut, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through her body.

Her breathing becomes ragged as she rides you faster, chasing after something only you can give her.

"Please... I've missed this so much," she whimpers, clinging to you desperately as she humps your length. The pleasure is almost unbearable but she needs more, craves your touch like air. "Love you..." she breathes out.

The words sting as they leave her lips, but she can't help the relief that washes over her at hearing them aloud. "I'm sorry," she whispers, leaning forward to press their foreheads together. "I never meant to hurt you." She moans as you thrust up into her, meeting her movements with your own. "Please... I need this..." Her hips move harder against yours, a desperate plea for release.

Her eyes flutter shut at your words, and she arches her back, gasping as you kiss her. "You feel so good," she moans, hips moving faster against yours. With a desperate cry, she comes, her body tensing and shuddering around you as pleasure washes over her in waves. She collapses forward onto your chest, panting heavily as her heart races from the intensity of their reunion.

"God... I've missed this,"

As she catches her breath, Sylvia turns her head to nuzzle against your neck, feeling a pang of guilt at the thought that she ever pushed you away. "I'm sorry," she whispers again, voice barely audible above her own ragged breathing. "You were always so special to me... I just got caught up in everything else."

Her hands slide down your chest, tracing lazy circles around your nipples as she feels the last vestiges of tension release from her body.

"Okay, okay," she laughs softly against your skin, nuzzling further into the crook of your neck. "I'll stop apologizing... just don't make me say I'm sorry for this." She wiggles her hips suggestively, causing both of them to moan in unison.

Her fingers continue their teasing dance around your chest, slowly making their way lower, toward the waistband of your pants.

Her hands finally reach their destination, fingers curling around the elastic band of your pants and tugging them downward. As she frees your cock from its confines, Sylvia looks up at you with a mischievous glint in her eye before taking you into her mouth. Her lips wrap tightly around the head of your cock as she begins to bob her head, taking more and more of you deeper into her throat.

Her lips curve into a satisfied smile around your cock as she hears you say that, her throat working eagerly to accommodate more of you. Her free hand comes up to stroke your length in time with her bobbing head, fingers curling tighter around the base of your shaft. She moans loudly around you, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through your body as she takes your entire length deeper and deeper into her mouth.

"I love you too," she whispers, voice muffled by the skin of your cock. "

Her moans become more urgent as you feel her tightening around your cock, signaling that she's about to come. She doesn't want it to end, though; the sensation of having you inside her mouth feels too good. As she nears the edge, she starts sucking harder and faster, desperate for release but not wanting to let go just yet.

"I missed you too," she gasps out between moans, "but I'm glad we found our way back..."

Her words come out in a breathy moan as she thrusts her hips forward, meeting your movements as you thrust deeper into her mouth. "I-I don't know..." She pauses for a moment, trying to find the right words as she focuses on the sensation of having you so close. "It just feels right when we're together... it's like nothing else matters."

Her body tenses and shudders around your cock as she comes, her moans echoing through the room.

As she catches her breath, Sylvia looks up at you with shining eyes, a small smile playing on her lips. "I'd like that," she whispers, voice still husky from pleasure. "I think we can find some time for each other now." Her fingers slide down your length, guiding you back towards her opening as she gazes up at you expectantly.

As your words wash over her, Sylvia feels a rush of warmth spread through her body. She gazes up at you with unabashed affection and nods slowly in agreement. "I think we do," she whispers, her voice soft and full of hope. "I just want us to be happy together." Her hands slide up your thighs, cupping your hips as she guides you deeper into her body.

Exactly like that, she thinks as you fill her once more. As your hips meet hers in perfect rhythm, she closes her eyes and lets herself sink into the familiar feeling of being with you. "I've missed this so much," she whispers, voice raspy from pleasure. Her hands slide up your back, fingers tangling in your hair as she pulls you closer, deeper.

Her breath catches in her throat as you mention this, the guilt returning momentarily. "I'm sorry I didn't see you... It was just so much, you know? School, volleyball..." She trails off with a sigh, her body moving instinctively against yours as she gives herself over to the pleasure.

Her eyes flutter shut and she lets out a soft moan, feeling the tension in her shoulders melt away under your touch. "I'm so lucky," she whispers, "to have you back."

Her eyes widen in realization as she glances down, noticing the black hoodie you were wearing during the game. "Oh my god," she whispers, pulling away to look at your face properly for the first time since they started making out. "I had no idea..." She trails off, shaking her head in disbelief before collapsing into laughter.

"I can't believe I didn't see you there," she says between giggles, nuzzling against your neck. "

Well now I do, and I'm so glad about it," she whispers, wrapping her arms around you and pressing her body against yours once more. "I love you, you know that?" She kisses your neck, nibbling gently on the skin there before pulling back to look at your face again.

Her eyes are full of adoration, and for a moment it's as if nothing else matters in the world except the two of them, together like this. "I'm never letting you go again,"

As they continue to make love, Sylvia feels a warmth spread through her body at the thought that her teammates might be seeing how happy she truly is with you. It's a strange mix of pride and vulnerability, but it only serves to strengthen her resolve to keep you in her life. She kisses you deeply, their tongues dancing together as they lose themselves in each other once more.

Her hands snake up your back, fingers tangling in your hair as she moans into the kiss. "Mmm, I love it when you're possessive," she whispers against your lips before nipping at them playfully. Her body arches into yours, seeking deeper connection as you carry her away from the game and toward home.

The sensation of being in your arms again sends a shiver down her spine, and she can't help but cling to you tighter. "I love you,"

You are the real prize, always have been and always will be. Winning the game is just a bonus when I get to come home to you. Your touch, your kiss, your love... it's everything that makes me feel complete. I will never forget how lucky I am to have you in my life, no matter what happens.

"My popular love?" she repeats with a laugh, squirming in your arms as you ruffle her hair. "I guess I am pretty popular now, aren't I? But it doesn't matter to me; all that matters is that I have you." She leans up and kisses you tenderly, their lips moving slowly against each other in a sweet, lingering embrace.

As you continue toward home, Sylvia snuggles closer, content in the knowledge that they belong together, no matter what obstacles may come their way.

"Oh, that old thing?" she laughs, her voice sweet with nostalgia. "I remember it like it was yesterday. We had so much fun up there, didn't we? I can't believe how much has changed since then... but some things will always stay the same." She looks up at you with a smile that reaches deep into her soul, and for a moment, everything feels perfect again.

I am, I really am. It's nice to remember the good times we had before everything got so complicated. Sometimes it feels like a lifetime ago, but when I'm with you, it's as if no time has passed at all. I never want that feeling to go away, and as long as we're together, I know it won't.

I groan inwardly, my stomach clenching at the thought of having to explain things to your parents. "Ugh... I don't even know where to start with that," I mutter, resting my head against your shoulder. "Maybe we should just tell them the truth...?" I trail off uncertainly, hoping you have a better idea.

I snort, unable to keep the amusement out of my voice. "Yeah... that's part of it. But I think they deserve more than just a superficial explanation." I pause for a moment, thinking hard about how to approach this conversation with your parents. "Maybe we could say that we realized how much we meant to each other and decided to give things another chance?"

It's not the whole truth, but it's closer than anything else I can come up with right now. What do you think?

Oh, right... I remember that game now. That guy in the black hood was you, wasn't he? It all comes back to me now. "Maybe we should tell them about that, too," I muse aloud, a shiver running down my spine at the memory of how scared I was when someone threw snowballs at me and you came out of nowhere to save me. "They'll understand why it took us so long to... reconnect."

I look up at you, my eyes wide with surprise and gratitude. "You were there the whole time? Even when we weren't speaking?" I reach out a hand to touch your face, feeling the stubble scratch against my fingertips as I trace the outline of your jaw.

"I never knew... I'm so sorry for being such an idiot," I whisper, regret thick in my voice. "You were always there for me, even when I didn't deserve it."

My breath hitches in my throat as I take in the realization that you've been watching over me all this time. It's almost too much to process; a tidal wave of emotions washes over me, leaving me feeling exposed and vulnerable in a way I haven't felt since we were kids. "I-I never forgot about you," I stammer out, my voice barely above a whisper. "Not for one second."

I lean into you, needing the comfort of your touch more than ever before. "

"Hugs you back tightly, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. 'Thank you,' she whispers."