The Best Friend (2)

James, nicely dressed in a pair of light brown Khaki pants and a navy blue t-shirt, stepped into the front porch of where he lived. He checked his watch, nodding while making a guess he would arrive twenty minutes to the scheduled time.

He grinned in the knowledge she would arrive late. Experience has taught him that, but he did not mind. He knew she could have opted to pick him up, but James had tried to avoid the favor during most of the occasions.

He had made an extra effort to look and smell good today, though, fantasizing about his best friend while getting ready. He had noticed, watched her breasts grow to fully molded perfection, swallowing at how her nipples popped behind the braless light t-shirt when they went swimming.

Her thick, delicious chocolate thighs and the now blossoming curves had highlighted her womanity, and she seemed more self-conscious of that than she had been earlier, judging from changes in her dressing code recently and how she was c