Throughout High School I was sort of awkward and I was good friends with this girl, we always flirted, but she was way out of my league and I was under the impression we were always just friends...
It was Freshman year of college. I had always been attracted to Katie. She had a rough childhood, but it didn't stop her from being one of the sweetest girls I'd ever met. She was 5'4" tall, 122 lbs with a thin build. A small, but well shaped ass and 32 C tits. Blonde hair and brown eyes with lightly tanned skin.
I, on the other hand, am Chanse. I was a bit chubby, 190 lbs, 5'9" tall, with white skin, blonde hair, and blue eyes. I've never been very impressive in the genital region either, just average.
I was actually shocked when she started talking to me one day in gym class freshman year, but she was just a very sweet welcoming person, and we had been good friends ever since. I think a lot of people were shocked at first, but then the just decided I was her gay friend, something I always resented, but if it meant I got to be around Katie all day, I figured it didn't matter.
We always hung out after school. I would always drive us to her house and keep her company until she had to go to work at the nursing home. She always wanted me there so her dad would leave her alone. He would get mad and yell all night, but he thought too highly of himself to yell at her when there were people around, so I kind of served as her protection, even though I would have been less than useless in a fight. I would talk to her about whatever was going on, usually people she thought were "bitches" at school, boys she liked (I often hurried through this topic), and things going on at work.
She was comfortable with me and would even take baths with me in the bathroom talking to her. She knew I was attracted to her, and she always noticed me peeking and didn't say anything, but I was too shy to ever make a move.
Katie had a younger sister, Jamie. Jamie was every bit as hot as Katie, with A cup breasts instead of the C's Katie had, but I knew they would grow when she got older. Unlike Katie though, Jamie was very shy. In the three years I had been coming over almost every day, I had probably talked to Jamie 5 times. She always just went in her room and did homework or listened to her music.
One particular day I was over and helping Katie with her algebra sitting on her bed (she never did grasp that subject), when I heard Katie's dad yelling upstairs. Jamie came running down the stairs past Katie's door crying and hurried into her room, slamming the door. "Jesus dad, nice job" Katie muttered as she scrunched her face trying to figure out a particularly difficult equation. "Doe he usually yell at Jamie? I don't think I've ever heard him do that..." I said, a little bit concerned. "yeah" Katie replied, "He's been getting worse, he yells at everyone now. Even the cat, he was accusing him of stealing a flashlight the other day." She looked up at me smiling. We both chuckled and went on with the homework.
About a half hour later we heard Jamie talking to someone in her room. The girls lived in the basement which was not fully finished, so the walls were very thin. Katie looked up from her notebook confused. "Is that Jamie?" She asked. "Yeah I think so, but who is she talking to?" I replied.