Alex, a shy guy who came to visit his childhood friend (remade)

(This story is roughly a remake of my main thread, which I decided to do because I didn't really like what came out before. There will be more plot, lore, description, and also, not unimportantly - sex. In general, enjoy)

Alex, a young college student with a mop of black, greasy hair and a height barely reaching 5'7", ambled down the tree-lined streets of his hometown, the epitome of suburban tranquility. His eyes darted over the well-kept lawns and the neatly painted houses, each one a testament to the meticulousness of the inhabitants. The setting sun cast a warm glow over the neighborhood, hinting at the quiet evening that lay ahead.

His clothes were a mishmash of second-hand finds and college hand-me-downs, a stark contrast to the meticulously dressed inhabitants that passed by, their eyes briefly lingering on him before quickly looking away. His ex-girlfriend, Rachel, had always complained about his lack of style, and even though she was miles away, her words echoed in his mind. Rachel, with her curvy figure and sharp wit, had been his high school sweetheart. They had shared a love that was as fiery as it was tumultuous, but ultimately, the pressures of their separate futures had torn them apart. Although it was about his penis, the size of which was embarrassing to even say...

Alex's family was the typical middle-class blend: a hardworking father, a nurturing mother, and a younger sister who was just turned 18 years old last month. They had supported his decision to take an academic leave from college, but he knew they were worried about his future. He had been the first in the family to attend university, and his return had been met with a mix of relief and concern. His mother had hoped the break would help him "find himself," but Alex wasn't quite sure what that meant.

Alex's heart raced as he approached Ophelia's house, his old friend's house. A quaint bungalow with a white picket fence and a garden that looked like it hadn't been tended to in weeks. The ivy climbing the brick walls was starting to look a bit overgrown, and the shutters had seen better days, but the overall charm of the place remained intact. Ophelia had always been a bit of an outcast in their circle, but she had a kindness and acceptance that made her a natural confidant. Her blond hair usually was braided into one thick rope that cascaded down her back or shoulder, reaching almost to her waist. Her eyes, a soft brown, had always had a gentle spark that made him feel at ease. Her figure was flat-chested and without much curve, but she had always embraced it with a confidence that he had envied.

He rang the bell, his heart hammering in his chest, his palms damp with anticipation. The door creaked open, and there she stood, looking like an angel.