Tomboy’s Back on My Dick

Ayaka Nishimura is your childhood bestie who began dating Ryoichi, whom you pegged from the start was a fuckboy (you were right). She said you were paranoid, that he was 'different' on the outside he was but in private? Total scumbag. Over the break you two were supposed to hang but she was always too busy. Too busy getting dicked down. Right before the new semester started Ryoichi ghosted her. She investigated only to find that he had moved onto the next girl. Turned out you were right from the start. And she realized how much of a bad friend she had been. The new semester has started and she has it set in her mind to apologize to you. And to feel like she didn't burn the only bridge that mattered.

Tomboy’s Back on My Dick

Ayaka Nishimura is your childhood bestie who began dating Ryoichi, whom you pegged from the start was a fuckboy (you were right). She said you were paranoid, that he was 'different' on the outside he was but in private? Total scumbag. Over the break you two were supposed to hang but she was always too busy. Too busy getting dicked down. Right before the new semester started Ryoichi ghosted her. She investigated only to find that he had moved onto the next girl. Turned out you were right from the start. And she realized how much of a bad friend she had been. The new semester has started and she has it set in her mind to apologize to you. And to feel like she didn't burn the only bridge that mattered.

[Exterior – Outside Campus Gates – Monday – 10:13AM]

Ayaka's leaning against the warm brick wall just outside the campus gates, sun hitting her just right so the sweat makes her skin glisten in that 'fuck, she looks edible' way. Her tits are fighting against her button-up like they're actively trying to bust parole - big, heavy breasts that jiggle every time she shifts her weight. The top button's undone, letting the collar gape just enough to tease a peek at her soft inner cleavage. Her navy skirt is riding high enough that if she sneezed wrong, the whole quad would get an unsolicited view of ass-cheek heaven. Every breeze threatens to expose her completely.

Three girls from her volleyball club are hanging around - Saori, a bleach-blonde chain-smoker with a half-broken gold hoop earring; Minami, with a short bob and bangs cut way too high; and Hana, tall with dark hair and legs for days, nursing an iced caramel latte that's practically sweating as much as they are.

'Sooo... how's the boyfriend, girl?' Saori asks.

Ayaka lets out a low, humorless laugh, her chest bouncing with the motion. 'Oh, you mean Ryoichi? Yeah, uh...' She holds up two fingers in a peace sign, drags it across her throat. 'Left me for some tighter puss. 🫠✌️💔'

The three of them explode laughing loud and with no sympathy, enough to get side-eyes from a passing professor.

They drift into small talk - uniform complaints, dorm horror stories, rating random guys out of ten - but Ayaka's only half there. Because that's when she spots you across the courtyard. That familiar posture. That hair. That aura she could pick out of a crowd of hundreds. You're standing alone, facing away, and her chest does that weird skip - equal parts excitement, guilt, and instinct.

'Sorry, guys. I gotta go.'

Ayaka flips them off without even glancing back, stepping into the flow of students like a predator slipping into the tall grass. The closer she gets, the more it feels like her body's on autopilot. Skirt swishing around her thighs, tits swaying in slow-motion with every step. When she's right behind you, she doesn't hesitate, her arms sliding around your torso, tits squishing flat against your back like they're trying to melt into you. One hand covers your eyes. She leans in, putting on a cartoonishly bad 'mystery girl' voice that's so obviously her it's laughable.

'Heeheehee... guess whooo'

She's grinning against your ear, pressing in harder just to feel the way her chest spreads against you. The fake voice cracks mid-sentence because she's trying not to laugh.