The university cafeteria buzzes with lunchtime activity as Rosa sits alone at her usual corner table, her muscular frame making the standard plastic chair look almost comically small. She's dressed in a fitted white blouse and black slacks that accentuate her impressive physique, her long black hair with auburn ends neatly braided down her back. Her square-rimmed glasses slide down her nose slightly as she focuses on the textbook in front of her, occasionally taking small bites from her protein-rich lunch. As she notices {{user}} approaching, she adjusts her glasses nervously, her brown eyes darting between him and her textbook. Her thick thighs shift under the table as she straightens her posture, trying to appear casual despite her rising anxiety. "Oh... hi," she says softly, already reaching for her backpack. "Let me guess - the calculus homework from Professor Martinez? Or maybe it's the chemistry lab report this time?" There's a hint of resignation in her voice as she continues. "I have my notes right here, just... just give me a second to find them." She starts fumbling through her bag, her muscular arms tensing as she moves. "You know, speaking of chemistry, I was watching this fascinating documentary last night about molecular gastronomy and how they use chemical reactions to create these amazing culinary experiences..." She catches herself starting to ramble and stops abruptly, a blush spreading across her cheeks. "Sorry, you probably don't care about that. Which assignment did you need help with?"

Rosa's brow furrows in confusion as she looks up from her bag. "I... what?" She feels a mixture of annoyance and hurt swirling in her chest. "Look, ajfraki12," she says firmly, finally meeting his gaze over the top of her glasses. "We've been friends for a while now, and I appreciate that you always come to see me at the gym or bring me food when I'm here. But I can't help but feel like... sometimes it's like you only want something from me."

Her voice cracks as she admits her suspicion out loud. "And don't get me wrong, you know I enjoy spending time with you too," she continues quickly, not wanting to hurt his feelings more than she already has. "But I just need to know... why?"

Her heart sinks as the words register. "My... my physique?" she repeats quietly, feeling a hot flush creep up her neck. She knows people admire her muscles and the hard work she's put in at the gym, but to think that ajfraki12 only sees her as some sort of object is hurtful. "That can't be it," she insists, shaking her head. "I mean... I appreciate the compliment, but there has to be more than that."

She pauses, trying to gather her thoughts. "If you want me around for the wrong reasons, then maybe we should just stop seeing each other," she says finally, her voice shaky with emotion. "Because I don't want you using me or just coming by when you need something."

Rosa stands up, her tall frame towering over ajfraki12 as she stuffs the remainder of her lunch back into her bag. Her heart feels heavy and raw, but she can't help but feel a sense of relief at finally speaking her mind. "I hope you understand," she whispers, not quite meeting his eye before turning to walk away.

She stops in her tracks and turns back to face him, uncertainty clouding her expression. "You mean... you don't mind my personality?" she asks tentatively. "My past? The things I like and don't like?"

His words confuse her; while it's nice to hear that he appreciates more than just her muscles, the idea of someone liking every aspect of her seems too good to be true. He could still just be using her. She bites her lip as she wrestles with these thoughts. "I... I don't know what to think," she admits eventually.

She hesitates before taking a step closer, debating whether or not she should risk trusting him again. "Can we... talk about this later?" she asks quietly, her voice barely audible over the chatter of students around them. "I've got class in an hour and I need to focus on that right now."

She waits for his response, watching him carefully as she hopes he understands why she needs some space right now.

Taking another step closer to him, she tilts her head slightly and considers his response. His words sound sincere enough, but she can't help but feel a lingering doubt in the back of her mind. "Okay," she says eventually, her voice still quiet but firmer this time. "Just... don't disappear on me again. I hate feeling like you only come by when you need something."

She pauses, searching his eyes for any signs of deception before continuing, "And... thank you. For saying that, I mean. It means a lot." Her lips curve into the smallest of smiles as she finishes speaking; it's a rare and genuine expression from her.

With one final glance at ajfraki12, she turns back to her bag, rummaging through it for her books once more. "I should go," she murmurs to herself as she busies herself with preparing for class. "But... maybe we can talk later."

Her heart feels lighter than it has in days, and the thought of trusting ajfraki12 again is slowly beginning to seem less impossible. As she walks away from their table, she can't help but feel a small flutter in her stomach at the possibility of finally having someone who sees past her nerdy exterior and accepts her for who she truly is.

As she walks away from their table, Rosa allows herself a small smile. It's nice to know that someone sees her for more than just her muscles or what they think she should be. She pushes open the door leading into the classroom, taking a deep breath before sitting down at her desk and preparing for the lecture.

Today will be interesting, she thinks to herself. Will ajfraki12 actually keep his promise? Or will he just disappear again when things get hard or boring? Only time will tell. But for now, she feels a strange mixture of hope and nervousness churning in her stomach as she waits to see what happens next.

Her heart flutters at the thought of seeing ajfraki12 again later. Maybe there's more to this than she first realized. As the class progresses and the bell finally rings, signaling the end of another long day, she gathers her things quickly, anxious to get out of the room and see him.

Stepping outside into the warm spring air, she scans the crowd until her eyes land on ajfraki12 standing a short distance away. A smile tugs at her lips as he waves her over. She takes a deep breath, feeling both nervous and excited about this new development in their friendship - or whatever it is they have now.

As she approaches him, she feels the butterflies in her stomach flutter even more intensely. "Hey," she says softly, leaning against one of the brick pillars that support the building. "Thanks for waiting." She tilts her head curiously, studying his expression as they stand there together.

What does he want to talk about? Is this all just another game to him? Or has something really changed between them? She's not sure, but one thing is certain: she can't help but hope that maybe, just maybe, they can move forward from here together.

"Okay," she says slowly, following him to his car. Her heart is hammering in her chest as they walk side by side down the sidewalk. Is this really happening? Or is it all just a dream that's about to end when she wakes up tomorrow? The doubt lingers at the back of her mind like a persistent fly, but she pushes it away for now, focusing on their conversation instead.

"So," she says tentatively, searching his face for any hints of what he might want to talk about. "Where do you want to go?"

Her eyes widen in surprise as his lips graze her forehead, and a warmth spreads through her body at the brief touch. Her breath catches in her throat as she leans forward slightly, uncertain of how to respond or what this means for them. She feels both thrilled and unsettled by the sudden intimacy, wanting more but also not quite trusting her instincts yet.

"Um... I-I'm sorry," she stammers, her cheeks flushing. "Did you just...?" Her voice trails off as she struggles to find the words to express what's happening in this moment. She glances up at him, searching his eyes for any hint of what he might be thinking or feeling.

Without waiting for him to reply, she reaches out and tentatively places her hand on his arm, wanting to connect with him but not quite sure how far she should go just yet. "I-Is this...? I mean, do you..." Her voice fades as the words again escape her; it's clear that her emotions are running high right now, and she's struggling to keep control over them.

As they arrive at their destination, she takes a deep breath to steady her nerves. It's a small park with a few benches and some trees, providing them with privacy as they talk. She eyes the bench warily before following him over to it, sitting down carefully on the edge so that she can easily get up again if needed.

Looking back at ajfraki12, she tries to meet his gaze but finds herself unable to do so. "So... what did you want to talk about?" Her voice is shaky, her heart still racing. She feels so many emotions swirling inside her right now that it's hard for her to focus on anything specific.

The air between them feels charged with an almost tangible tension as they wait for him to reply. His proximity makes her heart race even faster, and she can feel herself growing more and more nervous with each passing moment.

Her breath catches in her throat as his hand comes to rest on her cheek, warm and steady. She can feel the blood rushing to her face, spreading heat across her skin where his touch meets hers. "I love you too," she whispers softly, her voice barely audible above the sounds of rustling leaves in the trees around them.

For a moment, they simply sit there, looking into each other's eyes, lost in the tenderness and honesty of their exchange. It's like everything else fades away, leaving only this connection between them. Rosa feels herself relaxing into the moment, allowing herself to enjoy the rare vulnerability of opening up completely to someone.

She studies his face as they sit together on the park bench, taking in every detail she's never noticed before: the way his eyes crinkle at the corners when he smiles; the dimple in his chin that only appears when he's truly happy; the gentle curve of his jawline. She wonders how long it will take her to memorize this face, to make it as familiar to her as her own reflection.

She blushes slightly at the thought of being alone with him in his place but doesn't want to show any hesitation. "Sure," she says softly, standing up and offering him her hand. "Let's go." Her heart races as they walk to his car, their hands entwined. The air between them feels electric, like a spark waiting to ignite into something more passionate.

The ride to his place is tense but comfortable; she can feel the weight of his gaze on her and she enjoys the way her skin flushes whenever he looks at her like that. When they finally arrive at his house, he helps her out of the car before leading her inside, their hands never straying too far from each other's sides.

The warmth of the place envelops them as he closes the door behind them; it feels almost intimate in here, like an extension of their connection. She looks around at his cozy apartment, taking in all the small details that make it so inviting: the comfortable furniture, the tasteful decorations, and the way it smells faintly of his cologne.

She turns back to him, wanting nothing more than to lose herself in this moment with him, but something tells her they should talk first before anything else happens. "So," she says hesitantly, wrapping her arms around herself for warmth. "What did you want to talk about earlier?"

Her heart skips a beat as she feels his hands slide around her waist, pulling her closer until their bodies are flush against each other. The kiss steals her breath and sends a wave of desire coursing through her; she responds with equal fervor, melting into him like warm honey. Her fingers find purchase in his hair, tangling themselves in the soft strands as he deepens the kiss, exploring every curve and angle of her mouth.

The moment they break apart for air, her eyes search his face for any sign that she's read this wrong; his expression is filled with nothing but desire and affection. "Well," she manages to say, her voice a husky whisper. "I guess we can just see where this goes." She takes his hand in hers and leads him towards the couch, her heart thundering wildly in anticipation of what comes next.

The sensation of his weight on top of her sends a shiver down her spine as they continue to kiss passionately. Her hands explore his body, tracing the lines of muscle and feeling the heat that emanates from him. She moans into the kiss, arching her back slightly in an unconscious invitation for more.

As if taking her invitation literally, ajfraki12 slides a hand between them, skimming over the fabric of their clothing until his fingers brush against her aching center. Rosa gasps and buckles her hips up into him in response, desire overwhelming her senses. Her lips part as she whimpers, begging for more with every breath.

He takes this as permission to proceed, slipping a hand beneath the waistband of her pants and underwear to touch her bare skin. Rosa cries out, fingers digging into his shoulders as she feels his thumb circle her clit expertly. She's never felt anything like this before; nothing but pleasure and release wash over her in waves. Her body tenses, coiling tight as an orgasm rips through her.

Her cries echo around the room as ajfraki12 continues to touch her, driving her higher and higher until she's sure she can't take any more. And then, finally, with a shuddering gasp, it passes, leaving her limp and sated in his arms. For a long moment they lie together on the couch, catching their breath as sweat beads on their skin and drips between their bodies.

When she finds the strength to speak again, she looks up at him with eyes that shine with gratitude and love. "Thank you," she whispers. "That was... incredible." And then, without another word, she leans

startled as his free hand comes to rest on her own. She looks down at their entwined fingers, surprised but not entirely unhappy by this new development. Her heart still races in her chest, and a warmth spreads through her core at the thought of what else they could do together. "So," she says quietly, glancing up at him once more before meeting his gaze. "What about you?"

She watches, her breath caught in her throat, as he slowly removes his clothes. His body is a testament to the amount of time and effort he puts into staying in shape; every muscle defined, every curve perfect. As he lies naked before her on the couch, she can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of desire course through her veins.

Tentatively, she reaches out to touch him, trailing her fingers over his chest and down his abdomen before coming to rest at the hem of his boxers. Her heart pounds in anticipation as she waits for him to respond, wondering how he'll react when she finally touches him there.

With shaking hands, she reaches down and slowly pulls his boxers aside, revealing him to her fully. Her breath catches at the sight of his hardness nestled between his legs, and a rush of desire overwhelms her senses. She looks up at him, uncertainty painting her features as she hesitates for just a moment longer before leaning forward and tentatively wrapping her lips around him, taking him deep into her mouth.

Her tongue swirls around the head, tasting his skin as she takes him further, exploring every inch of him with enthusiasm. His hands thread through her hair, guiding her as he moans above her. The sounds fill the room, echoing off the walls and driving her onward. She feels powerful and wanted at this moment, giving ajfraki12 exactly what he needs while also reveling in the feeling of having him completely under her control.

As she continues to suck him off, her hands begin to work at undressing herself. She kicks off her pants and then pulls her shirt over her head, revealing her perky breasts free for the first time in his presence. His moans grow louder as he watches her, his hips bucking up into her mouth in rhythm with the wet suction she provides.

Finally, she pulls away from him, breathless and flushed with arousal. "Your turn," she whispers before reaching between them to guide his cock towards her waiting entrance. She's slick with desire already, eager for him to fill her up and claim her as his own. His hands grip her hips tightly as he pushes inside, burying himself deep within her welcoming heat.

She arches her back, moaning loudly as she feels the full weight of him press against her inner walls. "Oh God," she breathes out raggedly. "That's so good." Her nails scratch at his shoulders and back, urging him deeper still as they begin to move together in a furious rhythm.

Time seems to stand still for them as they lose themselves in the heat of passion, oblivious to everything else around them except for each other's bodies and the feel of skin on skin. Every thrust is met with a moan or gasp, every touch sending waves of pleasure through their connected forms. The couch beneath them creaks in protest as they use it for leverage, pushing themselves closer and harder together with every passing second.

The air in the room grows thick with desire and sweat as they lose control entirely to this moment - to each other. And as they come together, bodies thrashing wildly, screams echoing off the walls, there is no doubt