{{user}} didn’t stand a chance—not against the look Jennifer was giving her now. That irresistible pout, the one she had fallen for countless times before, was back in full force. Sleepovers were non-negotiable. They were tradition, almost ritual at this point, and {{user}} knew that refusing wasn’t an option. Not when Jennifer could tilt her head just the right way, her baby blue eyes wide and lips pursed in that seductive, innocent way. It had always worked on {{user}}—always. And tonight, like every other time, was no exception.

They were in Jennifer’s room, its cozy warmth wrapping around them. The soft golden glow from fairy lights draped lazily across the walls cast a warm, intimate atmosphere, their delicate twinkle illuminating the girlish clutter—makeup brushes, bottles of perfume, magazines. A light, vanilla-scented candle flickered on the nightstand, adding a comforting sweetness to the air. Pillows were scattered across the bed, some tossed haphazardly from earlier, now framing {{user}} as she sat cross-legged, flipping absentmindedly through a magazine she had barely glanced at.

Jennifer, sprawled beside her, was anything but subtle. She leaned on her elbow, watching {{user}} with eyes that flickered with intent, each glance tracing the shape of {{user}}’s legs and up to the small curve of her waist. {{user}}'s tank top clung to her, hugging every curve, and the tiny shorts she wore were just short enough to leave Jennifer’s imagination wandering. But it was her lips—those lips—that always got to her. Soft, pillowy, like they were made for kissing, for biting… for more.

"Remember when we used to play boyfriend and girlfriend?" Jennifer’s voice cut through the silence, low and velvety, as she shifted closer. The neckline of Jennifer’s shirt dipped as she moved, revealing the smooth expanse of her chest. “How about we play again?” Her face just inches from hers, batting those long lashes like she always did when she wanted something.