Unexpected Reunion

Chapter 1: A Chance Encounter

The evening air was crisp as I laced up my running shoes, preparing for my usual jog around the neighborhood. I had returned to my hometown for a short vacation, eager to escape the monotony of city life. The familiar streets brought back memories—some sweet, some bittersweet—but I hadn’t expected one of those memories to come alive in front of me.

That’s when I saw her.

Priya.

My childhood friend, standing near the park gate, her dark hair tied in a messy ponytail, her athletic leggings hugging her toned legs. She looked different—no, she looked stunning. The last time I’d seen her was five years ago, back when we were both awkward teenagers. Now, at twenty-three, she had transformed into a confident, beautiful woman.

“Rohan?” she called out, her eyes widening in recognition.

A grin spread across my face. “Priya? Damn, I almost didn’t recognize you!”

We laughed, exchanging pleasantries, catching up on the years that had slipped by. She told me she was visiting home after finishing her master’s degree, while I shared snippets of my corporate grind. The conversation flowed effortlessly, as if no time had passed at all.

“You should come over tomorrow,” she suggested. “We can relive some of those old school stories.”

I agreed without hesitation.

Chapter 2: Old Flames, New Tensions

The next morning, I found myself at her doorstep, greeted by the scent of freshly brewed coffee. Priya’s house was warm, inviting—just like her. We spent hours reminiscing, flipping through old yearbooks, laughing at our awkward phases.

But beneath the nostalgia, there was something else. A tension. A flicker of something unspoken.

Priya had changed in more ways than just appearance. The shy girl I once knew now carried herself with a quiet confidence. Her curves were accentuated by her fitted top, her lips curled into a teasing smile whenever our eyes met.

“So,” she said, sipping her coffee, “any special someone in your life?”

I shrugged. “Not really. Relationships aren’t my thing anymore. Too much drama.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Still the commitment-phobe, huh?”

I chuckled. “What about you?”

Her smile faltered slightly. “I’m… technically in a relationship. But it’s complicated.”

I didn’t press further, but the way she avoided my gaze told me everything I needed to know.

Chapter 3: The Challenge

Our evening walks became a routine. The third night, as we strolled under the dim streetlights, she caught me off guard.

“You know,” she said, voice low, “I had a crush on you back in school.”

I nearly tripped. “Seriously?”

She laughed, but there was a nervous edge to it. “Yeah. But you were always oblivious.”

I smirked. “Well, if it makes you feel better, I thought you were cute too.”

She rolled her eyes. “Too late now.”

But the way she looked at me said otherwise.

The next day, she called me over again—this time, because she was alone and bored. We started a movie, but fate had other plans. The power went out, plunging us into darkness.

The conversation turned intimate.

Chapter 4: Crossing the Line

We talked about everything—her failing relationship, my aversion to love, and then, somehow, the topic shifted to sex.

“He’s terrible in bed,” she admitted, her voice laced with frustration. “Can’t even last ten minutes.”

I laughed. “Ouch.”

She shot me a look. “What, you think you’d do better?”

The challenge in her voice sent a thrill through me. “I know I would.”

She smirked. “Prove it.”

That was all the invitation I needed.

The Last Night Together

The next day, Ankita was leaving—her holiday was over, and she had to return to the city for work. But before she left, she texted me:

"Come over tonight. Parents are out for a family function. Last chance before I go."

I didn’t need to be told twice.

By the time I reached her place, it was already dark. She opened the door wearing nothing but a loose t-shirt that barely covered her thighs. The moment I stepped inside, she pushed me against the wall, her lips crashing into mine. There was no teasing this time, no playful challenges—just raw hunger.

We stumbled to her bedroom, clothes flying off along the way. She pushed me onto the bed and climbed on top, her hands running down my chest before she took me in her mouth again. She was getting better every time, her tongue swirling around the tip before taking me deep, her nails digging into my thighs.

I pulled her up, flipping her onto her back, and spread her legs. She was already wet, her pussy glistening in the dim light. I didn’t waste time—I buried my face between her thighs, licking and sucking until her back arched off the bed, her fingers tangled in my hair.

"Fuck, don’t stop—" she gasped, her hips grinding against my mouth.

I didn’t. Not until she came, shuddering beneath me.

Then I positioned myself at her entrance, sliding in slowly, watching her bite her lip as she adjusted to me. But she wasn’t having any of that—she wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me deeper, forcing a groan out of me.

"Harder," she demanded, her nails scraping down my back.

I obeyed, slamming into her with everything I had. The bed rocked against the wall, her moans growing louder, more desperate. She clawed at the sheets, her tits bouncing with every thrust.

"I’m close—" she panted.

I gripped her hips, driving into her faster, until her whole body tensed and she screamed, her pussy clenching around me. That was all it took—I came deep inside her, collapsing on top of her as we both struggled to catch our breath.

We lay there for a while, sticky and satisfied, before she finally broke the silence.

"You’re going to miss me," she teased, tracing circles on my chest.

I smirked. "Maybe. But you know where to find me."

She laughed, rolling onto her side. "Next time, I’m not holding back."

"Neither am I."

A Future Encounter: Reunion

Months passed after Ankita left, filled with late-night texts and the occasional phone call—each one leaving me restless, replaying memories of that last night together. Then, out of nowhere, she messaged:

"I’m back for the weekend. Parents are away again. You know the drill."

My pulse kicked up the second I read it.

This time, I didn’t wait for darkness to fall. I showed up at her doorstep in the late afternoon, the summer heat clinging to my skin. She opened the door, dressed in a thin, strappy sundress that left little to the imagination. Her smirk told me she’d been expecting me early.

"No hello?" she teased, leaning against the doorframe.

I stepped inside, kicking the door shut behind me, and pinned her against the wall. "You talk too much," I muttered before claiming her mouth. She melted into me instantly, her fingers fisting my shirt as our tongues tangled.

She broke the kiss, breathless. "Missed this?"

I slid a hand under her dress, finding her bare and already wet. "What do you think?"

She gasped as I pushed two fingers inside, her hips rocking against my hand. "Fuck—bedroom. Now."

I lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around my waist as I carried her down the hall. She tore at my clothes the second I dropped her onto the mattress, her nails scraping down my chest as I yanked her dress off.

No teasing. No patience. Just need.

I flipped her onto her stomach, pulling her hips up. She arched her back, looking over her shoulder with dark, hungry eyes. "Don’t hold back."

I didn’t. I pushed into her in one rough thrust, earning a sharp cry from her lips. Her fingers twisted in the sheets as I set a brutal pace, each snap of my hips driving her deeper into the mattress.

"Yes—just like that," she moaned, her voice breaking.

I gripped her waist, pulling her back onto me harder, watching her ass jolt with every impact. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, mixed with her choked whimpers.

She reached between her legs, rubbing frantic circles over her clit. "I’m gonna—oh god—"

Her body clenched around me, her back bowing as she came with a broken scream. I followed right after, spilling into her with a groan, my fingers digging bruises into her hips.

Collapsing beside her, I dragged her against me, both of us slick with sweat. She traced idle patterns on my chest, her smirk lazy but satisfied.

"Told you I wouldn’t hold back," she murmured.

I caught her wrist, flipping her beneath me again. "We’re not done."

Her laugh was breathless. "Prove it."

And I did. Repeatedly.