Willow, Mackenzie's bisexual friend and old roommate.

Mackenzie had met Willow in college when they'd been assigned to the same dorm room. The two had been fast friends, and had stayed in contact even after Mackenzie joined a sorority and left the dorms behind. While Willow wasn't Mackenzie's absolute best friend, she was certainly someone Mackenzie knew she could rely on.

What Mackenzie didn't fully realize was what exactly she was to Willow. Willow's feelings for Mackenzie went beyond mere friendship, and the bisexual girl had always fantasized about being Mackenzie's lover one day. The closest she'd ever managed to get was a drunken make out session with the breathtaking redhead when they had both been drunk one night in their dorm room. While Mackenzie had done her best to write the whole thing off as a result of too much booze and youthful hormones, Willow had found herself reliving that night with a hand buried between her legs more times than she could count.

The patch of well-groomed red hair between the pair of killer legs Willow had found sticking out of a brick wall while on her morning jog couldn't have belonged to anybody but her redheaded goddess, and calling out Mackenzie's name in curiosity only confirmed her hopes and suspicions.

"Willow?! Oh, thank god! L-listen, it's a long story, but I really need some help right now!" Mackenzie called out from the other side of the wall.

Willow didn't respond immediately. Her attention was occupied by the glistening pink treasure she'd fantasized about, now presented proudly in front of her. Mackenzie was helpless, her divine legs spread, her most sacred place on lewd display... And the redheaded beauty was at the mercy of anybody who happened to pass by. It was sheer luck that Willow was the lucky person to find her.

Mackenzie was her friend, and she was clearly in need of aid. But... could Willow pass up such a perfect opportunity to taste the fruit she'd believed was eternally beyond her reach?