A bit excited.

Bianca smirks at the question, her eyes sparkling with a mix of mischief and lingering anxiety. "I still feel a little anxious about skipping class, but... there's something thrilling about breaking the rules, isn't there?" She takes another sip of the wine, the warmth of the liquid seeming to bolster her confidence.

Nikki's smile widens, her eyes twinkling with approval. "Definitely," she says, her voice a low, encouraging hum. "It's all about living a little, pushing the boundaries. Besides, one missed class won't kill you." She winks playfully, the gesture a subtle invitation to let loose.

With a soft laugh, Bianca sets the bottle down on the grass beside her. The dappled sunlight catches on the droplets of wine that cling to its rim, creating a fleeting, shimmering pattern. She leans back, her shoulders brushing against Nikki's, and takes a deep breath, inhaling the earthy, floral scent of the park.

With a playful smirk, Nikki's gaze met Bianca's, a spark of curiosity and mischief dancing in their depths. "So," she began, her voice a low, inviting purr, "if you could do anything, be anyone, what would it be?"

The question hung in the air between them, a tantalizing invitation to delve into the depths of their desires and dreams. Nikki's fingers toyed with a strand of her curly black hair, twirling it around her finger as she waited for Bianca's response.

Bianca's eyes widened slightly at the question, a flicker of surprise crossing her features. The idea of letting go of her inhibitions, of imagining a life unbound by constraints, was both thrilling and slightly daunting. She took a moment to consider, her gaze drifting to the dappled canopy above them.

"I don't know," she finally said, her voice a mix of uncertainty and longing. "I've always been the perfect daughter for my parents. I guess maybe like you a bit? Less worries and more just living life on a whim."

Nikki's smile softened, her eyes sparkling with understanding. "Yeah, I get that," she said, her voice a gentle, reassuring murmur. "It's not easy to step out of the role we're expected to play, is it?"

She reached out, her fingers lightly brushing against Bianca's arm, a comforting gesture. The warmth of her touch seemed to ground Bianca, a constant in the midst of their whimsical adventure.

"But you know what?" Nikki continued, her voice taking on a playful edge. "Maybe this little adventure of ours is a start. Breaking the rules, skipping class, drinking in the park... it's not quite living on a whim, but it's a step in the right direction, right?"

Bianca laughed softly, the sound a mix of nervousness and excitement.

Bianca's fingers curled around the bottle, the cool glass a stark contrast to the warm afternoon air. With a fluid motion, she raised it once more to her lips, her throat bobbing as she swallowed another mouthful. The rich, complex flavors of the Cabernet Sauvignon danced across her tongue, each sip a small rebellion against the constraints of their college life.

"To breaking the rules," Bianca echoed, her voice a playful drawl. Her green eyes sparkled with mischief, mirroring the same rebellious spirit that had drawn her to Nikki in the first place. The idea of living on a whim, of shedding the expectations placed upon her, was intoxicating in its own right.

Nikki's smile widened, her eyes twinkling with approval. "Cheers to that," she said, her voice warm and encouraging.

Bianca passes the bottle to Nikki, her fingers brushing against hers for a fleeting moment. A soft sigh escapes her lips as she leans her head against Nikki's shoulder, the warmth of her skin a comforting presence. The dappled sunlight filters through the leaves above them, casting a gentle pattern on their faces.

"My boyfriend is very much like my parents," Bianca murmurs, her voice a mix of contemplation and resignation. "He's so rigid in everything. He'll judge me for missing class, I know. Plus, he would never do something like this."

Nikki's fingers curl around the bottle as it's passed to her. She takes a moment to savor the weight of it, the cool glass a testament to their rebellious act. Her lips curve into a wry smile as she listens to Bianca's words, a flicker of understanding passing through her eyes.

"Sometimes it feels like we're supposed to change ourselves to fit into the lives others have planned for us," Nikki muses, her voice a soft murmur. "But there's something freeing about stepping off that path, isn't there?"

She takes a sip of the wine, the rich flavors of the Cabernet Sauvignon lingering on her tongue.

"What about that handsome guy from earlier, did you leave him because he judged you?" Bianca's question hung in the air, a subtle shift in the atmosphere between them. Nikki's fingers tightened around the bottle, her gaze drifting to the dappled canopy above them as she considered her response.

Nikki took another swig of the wine and laughed, a rich, melodious sound that echoed through the park. "Paulo? God, no. I didn't date him. We fucked." Her words hung in the air, a casual admission that seemed to surprise even herself. The admission was a revelation, a glimpse into the unfiltered desires that lay beneath Nikki's gentle exterior.

Bianca's eyes widened at Nikki's blunt declaration, a mix of shock and intrigue dancing across her features. The idea of a casual encounter, free from the constraints of dating and relationships, was both foreign and intriguing to her. She leaned in slightly, her curiosity piqued.

"Oh?" was all Bianca managed to say, her voice a soft, probing sound. The single syllable carried a weight of curiosity, a silent invitation for Nikki to elaborate.

Nikki's lips curved into a wry smile, her eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint. "Yeah, it was a one-night stand," she continued, her voice a casual murmur. "He was at the photography studio where I was working as a model. Let's just say he was very... eager to get to know me better."

Her fingers traced the rim of the wine bottle, a subtle gesture that betrayed her thoughts. The admission seemed to hang between them, a tantalizing glimpse into the realm of unfiltered desire.

Bianca's eyes locked onto Nikki's, her gaze searching for answers as she chewed on her lip, "How was it... having a one night stand?" The question tumbled out, laced with a mixture of fascination and trepidation. The sounds of the park - children laughing, birds chirping - receded into the background as Bianca waited for Nikki's response.

Nikki's eyebrows arched upward, a hint of amusement playing on her lips. "Oh, wait..." she began, her voice low and husky. "...you've never had a one-night stand? Only been with your boyfriend?" There was a pause, heavy with implication, as Nikki studied Bianca's face, seeking confirmation.

The sun beat down upon them, warming the skin exposed by their sleeveless tops. A faint scent wafted from the nearby flowers, mingling with the sweet aroma of the wine. Bianca's cheeks flushed, a delicate rose tint that Nikki couldn't help but notice. Her gaze roamed over Bianca's face, cataloging every detail - the fluttering eyelashes, the parted lips, the soft, **** lips that seemed to tremble with unspoken longing.

Nikki's fingers drummed a slow rhythm against the wine bottle, a subtle accompaniment to the beating of her own heart.

Bianca nodded softly, "I've only been with Robert." The admission hung in the air between them, a quiet confession that seemed to resonate with a profound truth. The weight of Bianca's words settled over them like a heavy blanket, the implications of her life without experience, without the daring escapades that Nikki had come to embrace.

Nikki's gaze softened, a mix of understanding and a hint of something deeper flickering in her eyes. Her fingers reached out, gently brushing against Bianca's hand in a gesture of comfort. "God, Bianca..." she murmured, her voice a gentle caress. "There's so much you don't know, so much you haven't experienced."

The admission was a revelation, a glimpse into the unfiltered desires that lay beneath Nikki's gentle exterior. Bianca's eyes widened at Nikki's words, a mix of curiosity and apprehension dancing across her features. The idea of experiencing more, of venturing beyond the boundaries of her current life, was both thrilling and terrifying.

"Tell me," Bianca whispered, her voice barely audible over the rustling leaves and distant laughter of the park-goers. "What else is out there? What have I been missing?"