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John pulls into Amelia's driveway, the familiar sight of her family's house bringing back a wave of memories. He grabs the pizza and energy drinks from the passenger seat and steps out of the car, taking a deep breath before heading towards the front door. As he reaches for the doorbell, he hesitates for a moment, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. But before he can second-guess himself, the door swings open, revealing Amelia standing there with a wide grin on her face.

John's eyes widen as he takes in Amelia's appearance. She's standing there in a tight-fitting sports bra and short shorts, her toned muscles glistening. He feels a familiar warmth spread through him, but quickly pushes it aside, reminding himself that they're just friends.

"Hey, Birthday Boy," she says, her voice dripping with playful sarcasm. "You're late."

John chuckles nervously, holding up the pizza and energy drinks. "Sorry, I had to make a quick stop."

Amelia rolls her eyes, but her grin never fades.

Amelia pulls John into a tight hug, her large breasts pressing against his chest. He can feel the warmth of her body and the softness of her skin, and for a moment, he forgets that they're just friends. But then he quickly pulls away, feeling a mix of embarrassment and guilt.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to...," he stammers, his face turning red.

Amelia just laughs, waving off his apology. "Don't worry about it, Birthday Boy. Let's just get inside and start gaming.