Moving in with my best friend (Hyper, Futa/F, No sex yet)

I almost forgot to start tearing up before I rang the doorbell. Fortunately it was kind of a windy day, and I’ve got big eyes, so I could stare into the breeze to speed up the process a little bit. Which is what I was doing when Larissa answered the door.

“Kim, wow! It’s you! Hi!” she bubbled. “You look great, your hair! Let me help with your things!”

My hair did look great, to be honest. I’d just had it done, cut short and bleached white. The salon I’d gone to would normally have been out of my price range, but they’d cut me a special deal.

“Thank you so much for this, Lar,” I said, gesturing weakly. I let a tear fall, and allowed my voice to crack a little. “Letting me stay with you is the kindest thing anyone’s ever done for me.”

I stood awkwardly for a second, and she took the opportunity to envelop me in a huge hug.

“How could I not?” God, she was earnest. “After you told me what your parents did, kicking you out just because they couldn’t accept… who you were, well, we’re best friends, Kim. Of course you can live with me.”

Her face was pressed into my shoulder, and her embrace was tight; I was suddenly keenly aware of her tits mashed up against me, and of my hands right above her ass. I could tell my girl really wanted to get hard, and I had to concentrate to keep her soft. Not now, babe. Soon enough. Yeah, I have mental conversations with my dick, where I refer to her as “babe” and “my girl”. Sometimes I say these things out loud. It’s just one more charming aspect to my impeccable character.

It was a little jarring, I realized, to be having these sorts of objectifying thoughts about Larissa, Lar, who I’d known forever, but that was just part of who I was now. And I liked myself. Besides, seeing her up close like this made it clear that I wasn’t the only one who’d gotten obscenely hot in high school.

I sniffled, and rubbed my eyes. “Still, thank you. It means a lot.”

She let go of me, and was immediately back to bubbly. She dragged my duffel bag into the entrance room, and said, “You sure packed light! Hope you brought a bathing suit.”

So it looked like my plan was going to be moving ahead of schedule. I wasn’t passing up this opportunity. “Yeah, just brought what I could carry. I, um, I’ve got a suit, show me where the pool is and I’ll get changed.”

I hoped I’d tinged my words with the right amount of awkwardness. Larissa beamed and led me upstairs (!). The pool turned out to be just as extra as the rest of the house. It was on on the second floor deck around the back of the house, and the area looked to be lit with blue pool lights. The deck looked to be a whole home gym area, with weight machines and an elliptical and everything. I spied a sizeable hot tub too. She motioned to a bathroom for me to change in, and went off, presumably, to her room.

I changed into the suit I’d brought, and jumped into the water. It was perfect; it had to have been temperature-controlled. Larissa returned a couple minutes later, wearing a dark blue two-piece suit that fit her perfectly, and made her blue eyes really shine next to her pale skin and dark hair. I cheered, “Yeah, hottie!” and she grinned.

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