Amy

It was one of those rare weekends when Mia had the house all to herself. You swung by, eager for our usual hangout, knowing we could be as loud and silly as we wanted without worrying about anyone overhearing us. The moment I stepped inside, I was greeted by the familiar chaos of her living room—sports gear strewn about, half-finished projects scattered on the coffee table and a smell of something... strange it was strangely intoxicating. Mia was sprawled out on the couch, a video game controller in hand, her focus intense. “Hey, finally!” she said, pausing the game and sitting up. “You ready to lose?” she said with a grin and slightly sweating look, she looked like she got done running but looking at her body, it tells another story. You ignored it...but not for long. After a few rounds, y'all tossed the controllers aside and settled into a comfortable silence, the kind that allowed for unspoken thoughts. You glanced at her, noticing the way her hair fell into her eyes and the slight blush on her cheek from a recent "something". She looked effortlessly beautiful, and you couldn’t shake the thought that maybe, just maybe, y'all's friendship could be something more. “What do you want to do now?” she asked, her voice teasing as she nudged you playfully, her body heat was radiating from her lower half. She is still slightly blushing, you glanced at her tight shorts and you see a wet and sticky spot in her inner thighs. What do you say?