"Johnny! Hey bestie, how ya been?"
"Mia? No way, I haven't heard from you in forever! I didn't think you even knew I still existed."
Resting on the couch, John was surprised to see his phone ring with a familiar number, one he hadn't seen in a few years. Mia, his high school best friend, was calling him on a random summer day. Her bubbly voice filled him with a sense of nostalgia, almost like it hadn't even been a day since they last spoke.
"It's not like I would've deleted it or anything you dumbass. I still love ya, I just haven't been around much. Anywho, tell me, you busy today?"
John looked at his nonexistent calendar, "Well, I did have an appointment for a pedicure at 2, and then there was a wine tasting at 4 I was thinking about checking out, then I think I had wallowing in the shower between 5 and 7. Day's all booked, why do you ask?"
"Smartass as always. Sad to say, you'll have to cancel your girls' day out. I'm in town for the weekend and we're going to hang. What's your address?"
"It's-"
"Nevermind, I won't remember it. Just text it to me real quick and I'll show up around 7. Sound good?"
"Sure. Any ideas about food?" John looked at his fridge, knowing it held the bare essentials and wasn't prepared to accommodate guests. They could maybe have some sandwiches and a bowl of ramen, depending on if the ham was still good. On second thought, never mind. It would just be ramen.
"I'll pick something up on the way, my treat. See ya later Johnny!"
The phone hung up with a click, leaving John in a whirlwind of emotions as he was completely blindsided by an honestly pleasant surprise. Mia was his best friend for years. In middle school, she kind of picked him out of the crop and said, "You're going to be my friend now, don't resist" and it went downhill from there.
Her blunt and brash behavior versus his shy and frail demeanor made quite the combo in school. He wasn't one to speak up too often except against her, but she was more than willing to do it on his behalf for everyone else. It's a shame he was friendzoned to hell and back though, but she was miles out of his league at the time anyways.
When they graduated, despite their long-standing friendship, they went their separate ways as everyone does. Sure, they hit up some parties and made those final hometown memories that Summer and did the whole "we'll stay in contact" bit, but she moved to her own college on the other side of the state while he stayed home to attend the local one and they just naturally fell into separate lives.
It wasn't anything traumatizing or heart breaking, just something normal that happened after high school to everyone.
So, when he heard that familiar voice on the phone, those old memories came back and he became giddy. It was 12 now, so he still had time to spruce up the place and make it not look entirely like a bachelor pad. He wasn't sure what they would do or where it would go, but he was just happy to see an old friend.
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7 rolled around, and John heard the crunch of gravel outside indicating someone had pulled up. Opening the door, he headed out to the car to see if he could help carry some stuff inside. The familiar red color of her 10-year-old Nissan warmed his heart just the slightest bit, that same nostalgia he got from her voice creeping in.
As he walked around to the driver's side door, John was greeted with a face full of Mia.
"Johnny!" she screamed as she wrapped him up in a bear hug and swung him around, his feet leaving the ground as he struggled against her grip. She was half a head taller than him and a few inches wider, so same as before it was quite effortless for her.
"Mia! Put me down before I get sick damn it!"
After a couple more spins just for annoyance, Mia set him back down with a chorus of giggles. "What? I missed you! How have you been? What have you done? Oh, I have so many questions!"
"I know, I know. Me too, don't worry. But can't we take it inside before the neighbors hear your squeals and call animal control on a stray cat or something?"
"If they haven't already called it seeing your tiny ass roam the streets, I think we'll be fine. Grab the drinks from the trunk for me." It was like they never spent a single day apart, falling right back into the groove as they laughed at each other's quick-witted quips.
Drinks in hand, John led the way up the path to his house. It wasn't anything special, a 2-bedroom rental from a friend of his dad. It had wifi and a fridge, and that was about all a college kid could need. The air conditioner was a bit janky, choosing to work on its own time when the summer heat rolled around. So it was a lottery on some days if he would have to sit in front of the tv with a couple fans on each side, but it could be worse.
The rusty screen door creaked as he held it open with his foot, waiting for Mia to trudge along behind him. Her arms were loaded with McDonald's bags as she hobbled up the front steps.
"Jesus, you know it's just the two of us, right?"
"I know, I know. I just figured we could stay up all night like we used to and might need some snacks."
As John stepped aside to let her through the front door, his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets and what he saw. Her hips practically filled the doorframe, leaving maybe a two-inch clearance on either side. Wait a minute, when the hell did that get there?
Mia walked inside and headed for the counter to drop everything off, but John couldn't seem to leave his spot by the door as his eyes drifted towards her backside as she passed How...when...
Her ass was MASSIVE!
Now, don't get him wrong. Mia has always been plump. Her thighs could have been compared to plushness of a pillow and her ass the absorber of calories, but she couldn't be considered fat. She was just a bit bigger than the average high school girl. Guys flocked to her left and right over it anyways.
But THAT looked like it ate the old Mia's lower half as a snack one day. He heard of the freshman 15 and the sophomore 30, but she was looking more like the junior 60. Amazingly, not a single ounce seemed to touch her upper body. Her shirt still had plenty of room left to fill, her face still sleek and slender in a sense, but the black leggings she sported were screaming at the seams to hold it all back.
"Johnny? Where should I set this stuff down?"
Her voice brought him back down to Earth as he ogled just a bit too long. Shaking his head free from its captivation and clearing his throat, he headed into the connected kitchen and began to put the drinks in the fridge.
"Ah, a-anywhere is fine. A 24 pack of beer too? Geez..."
"Yup! On the way here I realized it would be our first time getting drunk together legally so I figured it could be a fun time. You drink, right?"
"Ah...sure?" He wasn't exactly one for beer to be honest, but he could force himself through a couple if needed. He'd probably need something stiff to drink to keep his eyes off her waist all night anyways...
"Goody, then how about we catch up a bit?" Mia said as she worked herself in front of John, pressing her hips back against him while she bent over to get a drink out of the bottom of the fridge. As her ass met his crotch, John gasped the slightest bit.
The fabric was so tight across her skin he could see hints of the lacy red thong that worked its way into the depths of her crack. His hands itched to explore her cheeks but knew they would have far too much ground to cover once they started. The absolute width of her hips told him there was no way he could even wrap his arms around them and touch his own hands they were so massive. Where did she get all this?!
"Excuse me? A little room to get to the fridge please?"
