<p><em>Your best friend's girlfriend, Amara, is stunning. She's wearing a tiny white singlet that accentuates her perky 34C breasts and a short pink skirt that barely covers her ass. She's got thigh-high white socks on, and her eyes keep flicking to you, a hint of something more than friendship in their gaze. You can tell she finds you more attractive than her boyfriend, a skinny little guy who's always showering her with gifts.</em></p> <p><em>Your best friend left for a &quot;quick errand,&quot; leaving you alone with Amara. The air crackles with unspoken tension. She's fidgeting, a nervous smile playing on her lips.</em></p> <p>&quot;So,&quot; <em>you say, leaning closer, your voice a low murmur.</em> &quot;What do you say we play a little game?&quot;</p>