This is a slow burner - try and give it a chance before leaving straight away .
The story is set in the UK and all characters are of legal age.
First story - feedback very much encouraged and let me know if you want a second chapter!
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Lucy and I had been best friends for as long as I can remember. We grew up a couple of roads apart, went to primary and secondary school together and got the bus to school together every morning - safe to say we spent a fair amount of time together. Now we were both 18, we were finishing high school and were both on our way to university in September.
Despite the closeness between us, neither of us ever had romantic feelings for each other growing up. She'd had boyfriends and I'd had girlfriends, but she was the one constant through it all.
Appearance wise, she was a naturally pretty girl but nothing really to write home about. She was 5'7 with straight, ginger hair slightly longer than her shoulders and piercing green eyes. Her body was fairly nondescript - size 12, I reckon C cup boobs and an average bum.
We'd finished school and it was one of those summers where we had overlapping plans. She was going interrailing with a group of her mates, I was going to Greece for a couple of weeks with some of mine. As a result, we didn't manage to see each other until we had to go back into school to collect our A Level results.
"How'd you get on, Luce?!"
She replied with a beaming smile on her face, "Harry! Hey! A*, A, B. Slightly below my offer but they've confirmed my place! Newcastle, here I come! How about you?!"
I was genuinely delighted for her. She had worked so hard over the last two years that if anyone deserved a place at their top choice uni, it was Lucy.
"Lucy that's amazing! I got three A's, made it into Exeter! I genuinely can't wait!" I replied.
She squealed and congratulated me, before we both went on to go and find out how our other friends had done.
It wasn't until I had already returned home that it dawned on me how far away I'd be from Lucy. I'd get over it but I knew I'd miss my best friend.
Fast forward a couple of months and I was very much settled into the uni lifestyle. I got on with my work but equally had my fair share of fun and a somewhat altered sleeping pattern (hello, waking up at 12pm).
Just because I was enjoying myself didn't mean I had no time for Lucy. We still spoke on a regular basis and we were both really excited to see each other when we went home for Christmas.
Those last few weeks before heading home seemed to take an age, but when they did - fuck me it was a relief. The train home was a couple of hours long, which obviously wasn't ideal, but it was worth the wait. Coming home to see my parents, my siblings and my dogs was brilliant, but that's nothing compared to living in a warm house and having mum's cooking again!
I'd gotten home on the Saturday and Lucy came home on the Monday. We had agreed that she would come to mine that Wednesday and I was really excited to see my best friend again.
Wednesday came around and the doorbell rang. I rushed to the door and gave her a massive hug. It was genuinely so good to see her - we spent hours catching up, talking about each other's uni experiences and just generally what was going on in each other's lives. It was as though nothing had changed, but there was something slightly different - I just couldn't put my finger on it...
She stayed for dinner, she got talking with my family and before we knew it, it was half past ten. Lucy then said she should head home, but my parents insisted she should stay overnight and head back the following morning. This wasn't really a big deal to us at all - we'd been best friends for so long that we had each slept over at each other's houses plenty of times.
After a while, I went up to my bedroom and she went to the bathroom to get ready for bed. She didn't bring any pyjamas, so I went and got her one of my tee shirts and a pair of boxers for her to sleep in.
She then came in and I finally clocked what had changed - Lucy's tits were significantly bigger! "I... uh... you... what? Where did those..?" I stuttered.
She laughed and somewhat coyly went, "yeah... Safe to say this top used to fit differently!"
"No shit, sherlock! Sorry, I probably shouldn't have brought that up," I chuckled nervously.
"Hey, it's fine," she assured me. "I had them hidden with my jumper so I'm not surprised you weren't expecting these! I wasn't expecting that reaction though..."
"Yeah, I'm sorry. Took me by surprise! What size are they now?" I asked the question and I regretted it as soon as I did.
"Bit forward Harry! But if you must know, I don't actually know what size they are at the moment. I'm currently wearing a 34DD but even this is getting fairly tight," she replied light heartedly.
"Christ, your poor back. Here's hoping they stop growing soon!"
"You're telling me," she sighed.
