Just friends?

Dahlia and Abel, inseparable friends in childhood, often spent afternoons at the nearby playground. They shared dreams, their bond unbreakable. One day, Dahlia returned from school, only to learn that Abel had been in a bike accident. She was devastated, her world shattered.

"Dahlia woke up with just one day left before her new job. Today, she was going to see her old friend, whom she hadn't seen in a long time.

Dahlia's apartment was cozy and comfortable. The sun's morning rays filled her room with a warm glow. Her room had a mix of old and new things, with pastel colors and a few potted plants.

As she walked to the bathroom, Dahlia checked for a note from Abel, there was one.

Let's go for a jog

It was 9 AM. Could she really do this? She remembered the image of Abel, now a 20-year-old man, in his nightwear.

Dahlia decided to take a bath to prepare for the day. The warm water in the tub was relaxing, and she used her favorite body wash and shampoo.

As Dahlia left her apartment, she couldn't help but think about the day ahead. She had just one day left before starting her new job, but her heart raced with excitement at the thought of reuniting with Abel.

The weather outside was perfect for a morning jog. The sun was already warming the day, and a gentle breeze rustled the leaves on the trees. Her neighborhood was peaceful, and she felt a sense of calm wash over her as she started her jog.

She couldn't ignore the fact that Abel was now her neighbor, living just a few doors down from her. As they jogged side by side, she thought about how she needed to get used to the idea.

Abel, jogging slightly behind her, couldn't help but admire her backside. He knew he should be focusing on the conversation, but Dahlia's presence was undeniably alluring.

They talked about their past, shared memories, and their experiences during the years they were apart. Dahlia felt a deep sadness at the time lost, but she didn't mention the three other guys who had come into her life. She wanted to keep that part of her history to herself for now.

Abel, finally catching up to her, shared what happened to him after the accident. He described the pain of being away from her, the loneliness he felt, and how he missed her all these years. His words were filled with a longing she could sense.

As they reached a small park, Dahlia decided to take a break and walked over to a park bench. Abel followed her, their conversation still flowing. She opened up to him, her voice tinged with sadness, and told him how much she missed him.

He reached out and placed his hand on her thigh, a touch that sent shivers down her spine. It was a touch she had missed more than she had realized.

Dahlia suddenly became acutely aware of their surroundings. Even though the park wasn't crowded, there were people around, not too close, but close enough that if anyone happened to turn their heads, they might catch a glimpse of what Abel was doing to her. She felt a rush of excitement mixed with apprehension, the thrill of being so close to getting caught.

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Abel was aware that they weren't entirely alone in the park. Though people were scattered at a distance, he knew there was a risk of someone seeing what he was doing with Dahlia. But the desire and the longing that had built up over the years were too intense for him to resist. He felt a mixture of excitement and nervousness as he continued, fully aware of the possibility of getting caught.

Abel's thoughts raced as he couldn't help himself. His mind was consumed by the memory of Dahlia, the girl he had known since childhood, and the years they spent apart. He longed for her in a way he had never felt before, and he couldn't hold back any longer. His heart pounded in his chest as he realized the boldness of his actions, mixed with a sense of exhilaration and the fear of being discovered.

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Oh my gosh, his hand is in my..., Oh my...oh my.....

He's killing me, he's actually Killing me, I can feel my heart pounding, his fingers are moving so slowly, too slowly, doesn't he know people are around us, its broad daylight for crying out loud, He's still the adventurous Abel I know. He's doing it on purpose, moving slowly on purpose, he knows i need the release and he's not going to let me have it.

"Fuck"

I bite my lower lip as his thumb grazes my clit, he presses it this time, at the same time going in an out of me.

If I had worn my grey leggings my wet spot would have been visible from miles.

I can feel my build up rising.

"..."

"You're so fucking tight." He whispers into my ear as he eases his fingers inside me. "Mmmm fuck yeah." I moan back.He grabs my hips and pulls me closer, he slips in and out, faster, deeper.

I'm close to cumming already. He's still whispering dirty things in my ear. "Fuck! you are so fucking tight." "Your pussy is so fucking wet." "I want to fuck you Lia."

"I want to fill your tight little pussy with my cum." I don't know how much more I can take. I start to thrash on the bench, pushing myself onto him, trying to get him deeper.

....

It's over? Abels hand suddenly leaves my thighs, he leans over and whispers against my neck "I'll see you tonight lia, let's finish this after the dinner date, what do you think?"

Before I can say the words to answer his tongue slips into my mouth, he leaves me with a smile on the bench, breathless and wet...so fucking wet