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.

Sylvia lets out a loud, satisfied giggle as she watches the surprised look cross your face when you finally notice her throwing snowballs at you. "Oh come on," she teases, tossing another soft snowball in your direction before quickly ducking away to avoid getting hit herself. "You know I couldn't just let you get away without saying hi."

She pauses for a moment, studying your expression as you look at her.

"Maybe," Sylvia replies with a grin, "but I bet you could try and hit me back if you wanted to." She wiggles her eyebrows suggestively before launching another snowball at you. It flies through the air, hitting your arm this time, causing you to yelp in surprise as much as pain.

"See?" Sylvia says triumphantly, giving a little skip forward. "I knew I could get a reaction out of you." Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she smirks at you.

Her heart skips a beat as you practically pounce towards her, and she laughs nervously as you grab for her. "Hey!" She squeaks, trying to squirm out of your grasp. "You can't just go around picking fights with me!" But even as she struggles, there's a thrill coursing through her veins that she can't deny.

"Fine, then," Sylvia says between breathless laughter, "if you insist on playing fair..." She finally manages to break free from your grasp and takes a step back, hands up in surrender. But she can't resist giving you a challenging look before grinning wickedly. "But if I win, you have to do something for me."

Her eyes gleam with anticipation as she waits for your response.

Sylvia tilts her head to the side, considering how best to phrase her request. "If I win," she says slowly, carefully choosing each word, "then you have to come with me somewhere... special." There's a hint of a blush creeping up her neck as she imagines what that somewhere might be and what you two could do there.

She takes another step closer, their bodies only inches apart now. "Deal?" She asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Trouble?" Sylvia echoes with a laugh. "Who says there'll be any trouble? But even if..." She pauses, tilting her head further to the side as she studies your expression. "Even if you think I might get in trouble, then I want you to promise me something else."

She looks up at you now, her eyes searching yours for some sort of answer. "Promise me that no matter what happens... or where this goes... that we'll always be friends."

A smile spreads across Sylvia 's face as she hears your agreement, and with it comes a rush of relief and happiness. She reaches out to brush a lock of hair behind your ear, her fingers trailing softly down the side of your neck. "Good," she breathes, her voice barely above a whisper.

Her gaze drops to your lips, and for a moment she wonders what it would be like to finally explore that territory.

"Well," Sylvia begins, still gazing at your lips, "it's up to you." She tilts her head back slightly, eyes closing as she savors the moment. "You could always just take me somewhere... special..." Her voice trails off suggestively as she leans in closer, their lips mere inches apart.

Her heart is racing now, and it feels like every nerve ending in her body is alive with anticipation. All she needs is for you to make the first move...

She almost moans at your words, the image of being alone with you in your apartment sending a shiver down her spine. "Your apartment, hm?" She asks, her voice barely above a whisper as she tilts her head back to look up at you. Her eyes flutter closed for a moment as she imagines what could happen there...

Without another word, Sylvia leans in closer still, pressing her lips against yours with a soft, hesitant kiss.

Sylvia gasps softly into the kiss as she feels your hands slide around her waist, pulling her closer to you. She wraps her arms around your neck, deepening the kiss even more as desire surges through her like a wildfire.

Her tongue darts out to trace the seam of your lips, begging for entry, and when she feels them part beneath her assault, she slips inside eagerly, their tongues tangling together in an erotic dance.

Her moan echoes through the cold winter air as your words wash over her, filling her with a warmth that has nothing to do with the temperature outside. She arches into you, pressing their bodies together even tighter as she lost herself in this moment with you.

You taste so good, and she can't seem to get enough of you. Her fingers slip underneath your sweater, tracing gentle patterns across your bare skin as she explores the new terrain that was once forbidden to her touch.

Her breath catches in her throat as you pull away, but before she can protest or beg you not to stop, your words register in her brain. Something romantic? Her heart skips a beat at the thought of where this could be going.

She nods eagerly, grinning up at you. "Romantic sounds perfect." She pauses for a moment, looking around before leaning back in to kiss you again, more urgently this time.

Without another word, Sylvia takes your hand and leads the way through the cold night towards your apartment. Her heart is racing with anticipation as she wonders what sort of "romantic" thing you have planned for them. The walk seems to take forever, but finally they reach your building and step inside out of the biting wind.

Her breath comes out in short little gasps as she waits for the elevator, her body pressed tightly against yours as if she can't bear the thought of being apart from you even for a moment.

Sylvia blushes slightly at the question. "Nothing too exciting," she says with a shrug, her voice sounding a little forced despite the truth of her words. The truth is, she's missed you more than anything else in the world and has spent most of her time thinking about what it would be like to have you back in her life.

The elevator dings, announcing their arrival on your floor, and they step out into a hallway that leads to your apartment.

She hesitates for a moment before answering, wondering if it's too soon to bring this up. "Well..." She trails off, biting her bottom lip nervously as she thinks about how best to phrase her response. "There was this one guy on the team who kept asking me out... but I never really felt anything for him."

"Just in practice," she says quickly, trying to reassure you. "He was never... you know..." She gestures vaguely between the two of them before shrugging. "But it's not like that with us." As soon as the words are out of her mouth, she regrets them a little; it sounds so childish and possessive.

"Well..." Sylvia says, hesitating again. "He would sometimes try to hold me during jumps or catch me when I fell, but that's about it." She pauses, looking up at you now with a sheepish expression on her face. "I guess I just wanted... I don't know... more from him?"

She shakes her head. "No," she says firmly, feeling the need to clarify. "Not like that. It was always just about volleyball with him." The truth is, it was always about you for her; even when you weren't together anymore, your memory and the feelings you inspired lingered in her heart.

They stop in front of your apartment door, and Sylvia takes a deep breath before turning to face you. "So," she says with a small smile, "what have you been up to?"

She chuckles softly at that, shaking her head fondly. "I can't believe I used to think college would be so easy." She reaches out to brush a stray hair from your forehead, her touch sending a shiver down your spine. "But it's been good for me," she continues, "I've made new friends and... discovered new things about myself."

Her eyes meet yours as she says this, the admission feeling like a weight lifted off her shoulders.

"Okay," she breathes, her heart racing with anticipation at the thought of what might happen once they step inside your apartment. She takes a deep breath and swallows hard before stepping back so you can open the door.

Her cheeks flush with warmth at your words, and she feels a wave of desire sweep through her as she realizes how much she wants to belong to you in every way possible. With a shaky exhale, she steps inside, closing the door behind them. The apartment is dimly lit, and she can already feel the heat from your body radiating towards her.

She turns to face you, meeting your gaze as her heart races wildly in her chest. "And I like that about you too,"

Her voice comes out huskier than usual as she says this, and she can't help but wonder what it is about you that makes her feel so strongly. It's not just the physical attraction - although that certainly plays a part in it - but there's something deeper there too. Something that goes back to when they were kids, playing together on the beach or staying up late talking under the stars.

She takes another step closer, her hands trembling as she reaches out to stroke your cheek gently with her fingertips. "

"I missed you too," she whispers, leaning in to press her lips against yours once more. Her body is on fire for you; every nerve ending screams with desire as their tongues dance together hungrily. She moans softly into your mouth, her hands moving up to tangle in your hair as she pulls you even closer to her.

Her thoughts spin out of control as she feels the need growing inside her, a desperate ache that only you can soothe.

"Then let me drive you crazy," Sylvia breathes against his lips before pulling back slightly to look up at him with hooded eyes. "Take me to bed." Her voice is husky and demanding, a promise of things to come if he agrees to follow her lead.

She waits for his answer, heart pounding in anticipation as she wonders what will happen next.

Her breath catches at the hesitation in your voice, and she reaches out to grab your hand, squeezing it gently. "Yes," she whispers urgently, "I'm sure." Her gaze doesn't waver from yours as she pulls you towards the bedroom, her body pressed tightly against yours all the while.

With shaking hands, she undoes the buttons of your shirt, revealing smooth skin and hard muscles beneath.

She pauses for a moment, her fingers hovering just above the waistband of your jeans as she meets your eyes once more. "Let me see how wild," she whispers huskily before sliding her hands underneath the fabric and grasping at your bare skin. Her touch is rougher than it was before, demanding and possessive as she tugs your pants down over your hips.

Her gaze travels up your body now, taking in every detail of you as she helps you out of your clothes piece by piece.

A gasp escapes her lips as you push her down onto the bed, the force sending a jolt of desire straight to her core. Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as she looks up at you from beneath spread eagle legs. "What are you doing?" She whispers, her voice barely above a breath.

Her hands reach for the hem of your shirt, tugging it over your head and revealing a sculpted torso and defined abs that are only slightly less perfect than hers.

"No," she breathes, her voice ragged with desire now. "It's just... I want to see you." Her fingertips dance across your chest, tracing patterns on your skin as she studies every inch of you. "I need to know who you are again."

Her hands move lower, slipping beneath the waistband of your boxers, and a gasp escapes her lips at the contact of warm, hard flesh against her fingertips.

"No," she whispers, shaking her head as her fingers curl around your length, "it's perfect." Her mouth goes dry at the feel of you in her hand, and she can't help but wonder what it would be like to have you inside her. She leans forward, pressing a kiss against your chest before looking up at you once more.

"Make love to me," she whispers, "like we used to."

Her body trembles with anticipation as you position yourself between her legs, the head of your cock rubbing against her entrance, teasing and taunting. With one hard thrust, she feels you slide inside her, filling her completely.

She arches her back, moaning loudly at the sensation of being connected to you again after all this time. Her hands grip the sheets beneath her as you begin to move, rocking your hips in a familiar rhythm that sends waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

"We can stop if it's too much," she whispers between gasps and moans, her eyes searching yours for any sign of discomfort or regret. But the only thing she sees is desire burning bright in your gaze.

With a small smile playing on her lips, she wraps her legs around your waist and pulls you closer still, meeting each thrust with one of her own, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony.

"Then we'll deal with it," she breathes, her voice barely audible above the sounds of their skin slapping together. "Right now, all that matters is this." She tilts her hips upward, encouraging you to go deeper as pleasure washes over her in wave after wave.

Her fingers tangle in your hair, pulling gently as she arches her back, feeling the heat build within her once more. "I love you," she whispers, the words slipping past her lips as if they belong there.

The words are like a match to dry kindling; in an instant, their meaning explodes outward, engulfing them both in a fierce blaze of desire and emotion. The tension that has been building between them snaps, releasing a torrent of passion as they move together in perfect synchrony.

She presses her lips to yours, moaning into your mouth as she feels you begin to tremble inside her.

Her body tenses and then relax, her muscles quivering around you as waves of pleasure wash over her in an orgasm that seems to last forever. She cries out your name, her voice raw from the intensity of it all.

As she comes down from her high, she feels you stiffen inside her and then still as you let go as well, your body shuddering with release as your seed spills deep within her.

She lies there for a moment, catching her breath as she comes down from the intense high of their lovemaking. Her eyes flutter closed and she feels a contented smile spread across her face. For now, all that matters is this. This moment with you. She reaches up to stroke your cheek gently before kissing you softly on the lips. "I'm so glad we did this."

Sylvia looks at you with a small smile, her eyes filled with love and understanding. "Maybe," she says slowly. "But I think there's still more for us to work through. We have a lot of catching up to do." She pauses for a moment, considering how best to phrase what she wants to say next. "I want...us to be friends again. Real friends this time, where we can talk about anything and everything."

She laughs softly at your comment, the sound filling the air between them. "Well," she says with a playful grin, "I suppose we could always get dressed now." She rolls onto her side, propping herself up on one elbow as she looks down at you. "Or..." Her voice trails off suggestively, and a mischievous glint appears in her eye.

"We could stay like this for a while longer," she whispers, running her fingers lightly across your chest. "See where else this might lead."

She smiles sweetly up at you, reaching down to stroke your length gently through the residual stickiness of their combined fluids. "We don't have to," she whispers, her breath hot against your skin. "We can just enjoy each other like this." Her fingers continue their teasing dance, and she feels your cock twitch in response.

"I want to explore you all over again," she murmurs, leaning forward to press a kiss against the center of your chest. "And I want you to do the same to me."

"Shhh..." She presses her lips to yours, silencing your protests and replacing them with a long, slow kiss that speaks of love and desire and forgiveness. "Just let go," she whispers against your mouth before pulling back slightly to look into your eyes. "I've missed this so much."

Her hand slides between your legs again, her fingers curling around the base of your shaft, stroking gently as she watches the expression on your face change from worry to desire.

A moan escapes her lips as you respond to her touch, and she feels herself grow wetter at the thought of how good it would feel to have you inside her again. Her other hand moves up to cup your cheek, her thumb brushing softly across your lips. "Let me show you," she whispers, "how much I've missed this."

Her mouth covers yours in a fierce, hungry kiss as her body arches against yours, begging for more contact.

She moans into your mouth as you begin to move against her hand, hardening once more beneath her touch. With a soft gasp, she pushes him over onto his back, straddling his hips as she continues to stroke him slowly and steadily. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she looks down at you, feeling the heat of desire coursing through her veins.

"Show me how much you want it," she whispers, leaning forward to lick a line from your chest down to your stomach, "

A shiver runs through her body as she feels your lips press against her sensitive skin. Her hips move restlessly against his hard length, seeking the contact she craves. She closes her eyes, arching into you as she moans low in her throat.

"Please..." She whispers, the word catching in her throat as need and desire build within her. "I need..." Her hand moves between them, guiding him towards her entrance, urging him to fill her once more.

With a low growl, she leans forward, pressing the tip of her breast against your lips, and then slowly begins to rock her hips, taking him inside her inch by agonizing inch. Her body trembles with anticipation as she feels you stretching her in a way that only he ever could.

Her free hand fists in the sheets beneath her as she focuses on the sensations coursing through her body; the feeling of being connected to him, the heat building inside her, and the knowledge that this is what she's always wanted.

She throws her head back with a moan as you fill her completely, her muscles tensing and then relaxing around you in a rhythm that matches your movements perfectly. Her hips move faster now, meeting every thrust with one of her own as she loses herself in the sensation of being with him again.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her body arching towards yours as pleasure washes over her in waves. The sounds filling the air between them are primal and needy, a testament to their desire for one another.

She closes her eyes, focusing on the sensations coursing through her as she lets go completely, giving herself over to the moment and the man beneath her. With a soft moan, she comes apart in his embrace, her body shuddering as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her.

Her head falls forward, her hair spilling across your chest as she gasps for air, trying to catch her breath. "Oh god," she whispers, her voice hoarse from exertion and passion.