[Made in all fantasy, enjoy.]
My best friend, Isabella, and I were always flirtatious. It was a habit of ours, neither "good" nor "bad". I've always had a crush on her for the longest time. She was the first person to become my friend when I moved here. We grew up, she went on to date other guys, but I was always there for her. When she and her boy friends would have fights, I was always there to calm her down.
Even me and her boyfriends were good friends, and we had a general understanding. I made sure they knew if they cheated on her, that I'd personally kick their ass. We went on living happy lives, us usually flirting. But during the summer one year, she decided to start seeing my friend behind my back. She'd always make an excuse to go see him. I knew what they were doing and it didn't bother me, because she would always come back to me. While they were still dating, her parents made them move out to Arizona. The move caused them to break up. But we stayed in contact the whole time she was there.
She always fought with her parents. They never seemed to agree on anything. When she and I finally turned 18, she left to live with her sister Megan. I left high school and when to college. When I finished it, I quickly found a job. I worked as an IT Director for a small company. Pay was good and I was able to buy what I wanted. I rented a small apartment near home so I could visit my folks often. My life was perfect....
That's what I thought as I stood at the door of my apartment, Isabella looking at me with puppy dog eyes. She had awoken me from a nap that I was taking. I looked at her lazily as she asked if she could live with me for a while. "You'll hardly notice that I'm here." She said trying to reassure me.
"No, of course you can stay here. You're welcome here anytime." I replied.
I can't believe she'd think I'd say no.
I thought to myself. Walking over to pick up her bags, she hugged and kissed my cheek.
"Thank you." She whispered in my ear as she hugged me. I grabbed all of her stuff and followed her inside. I sat it down in the living room and closed the door. "So where will I be sleeping?" She asked.
"You could have my bed in the room. It's all made up, I'll just make some room for you clothes." I said as a reply. I turned to look at her. I was more alert now that I was awake for a little longer, and I saw how she looked. She had matured, she was taller than before and defiantly skinny. Her hair brown, and was down to her shoulders and straightened. She had a smile that could make any my commit the sin of lust.
"Well, where would you sleep then?" Isabella asked as she walked closer. She was still smiling.
She's probably overjoyed to be living with me.
I thought.
"I have a couch right here, I don't mind giving up my bed. 'Specially for you." I said with my small accent. I learned to speak in Seattle when I was kid. Specificity in Monroe, which was the redneck district of Washington. I then moved to California where I met Isabella.
"Your crazy, I wouldn't give up my bed if someone asked to live with me." Her smile turned to a grin "I'll just share the bed with you." She said. I wasn't able to tell if she was being provocative, so I just agree to sleep in the bed.
I lugged all of her stuff into my room. I sat most of it down on the bed and began to unpack it. Isabella didn't mind me doing it, since she practically changed in front of me.
Well never in front of me, but she would just walk into the closet for a second to change.
I thought to myself. I organized most of her clothing. One bag was full of just shirts and bloused that she wore. The next one was filled with her pants and skirts that looked new. Then came her bag which held the one thing most men wanted to get a hold of if they were in my position.
I opened the bag and immediately saw a pair of black lingerie panties. Picking them up I looked at the information tag. It read "Waist: 26in. Color: Midnight Black. Adam and EveΒ©." I compared the measurements to a mental image of a waist graph. Her waist was built like an hourglass, and she sure looked it. She reminded me of what a foxy girl in the 1950's would look like.
I looked around, and noticed Isabella looking at me from the kitchen.
Shit, she's gonna think I'm a pervert.
I thought in agony to myself. She smiled and winked, and continued on into the living room. I stood mouth open.
Forget it, she was probably messing around.
I returned to my work, and finished separating all her clothing. While I was organizing her clothing, Isabella had started watching TV. This gave me time to gather other information from her clothing. Call me creepy, but I'd much rather know what she fits in; since I like to buy her gifts.
When she got taller, she thinned out. This made her breasts a D cup average. She has long slender legs, from what the measurements said. They stood at 39 inches. She defiantly looked like a 1950's fox. "Alex! You done yet?" Isabella called out for me.
"Yeah, just putting away the last of you clothing. Then I gotta stash the luggage bags, and I'll be out." I replied. I placed the last of her lingerie panties in my boxer drawer.
Jeez, if my parents come over to visit while she's gone and they look through my drawers they'd think I'm some sort of faggot.
I joked to myself.
Walking the luggage bags to the linen closet, I got a giggle out of Isabella. I turned to her and she looked at me, giggling. "What do you think is so funny?" I asked her.
"Well I never thought of the day I'd see you unpacking my clothes for me and putting my luggage away. Thank you for letting me stay here." She said.
"It's not a problem. Hey what time is it?" I asked her. I hadn't checked the time while I was in my room. She looked back at the TV and opened the guide. It displayed "6:49 PM."
It's already that late? Saturday's always go by fast.