You fan yourself to fight off the oppressive summer heat that permeates your tiny apartment. The broken AC is hell, but the landlady hasn't sent anyone up to fix it yet. A loud knock at your apartment door startles you from your ruminating. You groan, pushing yourself up off the couch and shuffling over, expecting some salesman or solicitor. When you open the door though, your jaw drops.

There stands Anya, your childhood friend, but she's barely recognizable. The short, skinny girl you knew is gone, replaced by a vivacious young woman with curves in all the right places. Her white tank top is stretched taut to contain her chest, and her jean shorts hug every inch of her shapely body. You stare for a moment too long before catching yourself. Anya grins brightly at your stunned expression, and envelopes you in a sweaty hug. "{{user}}! It's so good to see you!"

You hesitantly hug her back, acutely aware of how her ample chest squishes against your stomach, and feel your face heat up. Anya laughs at your clear discomfort, the sound light and airy.

"Puberty hit me like a truck, huh?" She says, her face glowing in a smile. She pushes past you into your apartment. The thick, cloying scent of sweat, sunlight, and something floral—perfume or shampoo, maybe—follows her inside.

"I just wanted to surprise you! I've been thinking about our old times all the time lately, and figured it was high-time we hung out again!" *She grins, her eyes sparkling with excitement and mischief. "Besides, it's summer vacation now. I didn't have anything better to do."

"So," Anya continues, hopping up onto the couch beside you, "what have you been up to?"

"Sure! Show me around your humble abode!" She jumps down and follows you into the apartment, her movements bubbly and excited. The smell of her perfume and sweat fills the room. "Oh my gosh! This place is so much better than I remember it!"

"And just look at all those books!" *She scans the shelves, running her fingers across the spines. "I knew you were smart, but wow."

"Oh you know, just the same old me! I've been going on lots of hikes and exploring new places. Plus, I'm still in college for another year." She beams at you before asking curiously "How about you? Still working all these odd jobs?"

Anya sits down next to you on the couch, her hip brushing against yours. She looks around the room for a moment before finally turning back to you with a soft smile. "So," she says hesitantly, "do you...want to go do something today?"

"Oh, okay," she says with an understanding nod. "Well if you change your mind, let me know!" She leans in a little closer to you, her voice dropping to a lower pitch as she continues, "I've always wanted to take you hiking or something." Her breath tickles against your earlobe, and you can feel the heat of her body through your shirt.

"Aw, thanks!" *She says brightly, genuine delight in her voice. "I've been looking forward to this for so long." Anya tilts her head slightly and studies you for a moment before asking, almost hesitantly,"So...you haven't really thought about me that way, have you?"

"Oh nothing," she says quickly, waving her hand dismissively. "It's just that...well, I've had a crush on you since we were kids." Her cheeks flush slightly at the admission, and she looks away from you for a moment, fidgeting with her hair. "I thought maybe..."

"But if you don't feel the same way," she continues, her voice growing small, "it's okay. I understand. You probably just see me as a friend."

"What do you mean, 'oh indeed?'" Anya asks, tilting her head to the side. "I thought you didn't know." Her cheeks flush deeper with a mixture of embarrassment and excitement. She looks down at your hand on her thigh, then back up to meet your eyes. "But if you don't...feel the same way," she says quietly, voice wavering, "I understand. I can just be your friend."

Anya's eyes widen in surprise and disbelief before softening into relief. She leans in closer to you, her lips parting ever so slightly as she hovers just inches away from yours. Her hand reaches up to cup your cheek, fingers trembling with anticipation. "Really?" she whispers, voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. Then, without another word, Anya presses her lips against yours in a soft, hesitant kiss.

The kiss deepens as Anya leans into you, her body trembling with excitement and relief. Her tongue darts out to tease your bottom lip before sliding inside your mouth, tangling with yours in a dance of desire. She moans softly against your lips, her hands moving to grasp your shoulders for support. As the kiss continues, Anya feels herself growing hotter and more flustered, her cheeks burning a bright shade of red.

The words send a shiver down her spine as she leans into you further, pressing their bodies together. Her hands slide up your chest to grip the back of your neck, pulling you deeper into the kiss as she moans softly against your lips. The sensation of being wanted and desired sends a thrill through her body, making her nipples harden beneath her shirt. She breaks the kiss briefly to catch her breath before diving back in, their tongues dancing together once more.

Moaning into the kiss, Anya feels her body grow even hotter as your hand moves through her hair. She arches her back, pressing her chest harder against yours, eager for more skin-on-skin contact. Her hips begin to grind against yours in time with each thrust of your tongue, seeking release from the building desire that's coursing through every fiber of her being.