Julia, Ben and Lisa Ch. 11

Ch 11: Friday

A few quick notes:

1. this is the eleventh chapter of a longish story, a novel in many chapters

2. everyone is 18+

3. there is no safe sex here - cause it's a fantasy, not an instruction manual

4. crossdressing and gender bending, not everyone's cuppa tea - be forewarned

Julia and I had a nice breakfast together. She was dressed college-casual for her day at the U's computer lab. I wanted to wear guy-shorts because of the heat, but changed to long pants when I saw some stubble on my legs.

After living most of Thursday in the comfort of Julia's A/C, we were both unprepared for the wave of heat that hit us as we went to our cars. I looked at my phone. 94 degrees already at 9:15, projected high of 99. I probably should have stuck with the guy-shorts.

I got to my house and felt the need to check out each room and especially my bedroom, like things might have changed in the three nights I'd been away. They hadn't. Except I guess for the black panties on the floor beside my parents unmade bed, which made me giggle. Mature old me! The house was broiling so I wandered out back to the pool, wondering if I could take a dip before the A/C guy arrived. He was scheduled for 10 a.m. Plenty of time. So I went to the pool house out back to get a suit, dove in and cooled down nicely in 10 minutes.

I was drying off in the shade of the house when three texts came in almost simultaneously.

Mom: Jimmy called in sick (again!) (angry face) . Rescheduled to next week. You're off the hook.

Mom: Dad and I spending 3 nights anyway at the Hilton downtown. The heat and no A/C! You'll be fine at Julia's.

Angela: Hi Ben. Don't know if you're around or will get this. Know you went away. But call me if you do? I really need to talk to you.

Jimmy was the A/C guy. He a nice guy but had a well earned reputation for unreliability. Grrr! Cause of him I'd be wasting a day that I could have spent with coach. Plus I'd been hoping to see one or both of my parents this afternoon, but it looked like that was out too. So I'd come over for nothing.

Ben to Mom: When are you back?

Mom: Sunday morning - assuming the heat breaks. Came to hotel last night.

Ben to Mom: OK, enjoy! Room service and a nice pool there too! Love you.

Mom: Hi to Julia! Love you both. Behave yourselves!!

I'm pretty sure she wouldn't have thought either of us was behaving had she known. But a guy and his cousin need some privacy. And Mom meant well.

It was the Angela message that had me pause. What was this one all about? No real way to tell of course. I was thinking maybe I ignore it and tell her later that I had been in the deep woods camping with my parents. It's what I'd told Bobby I would be doing, so she probably had heard it from him.

But it was Angela, one of my real friends. If she needed to talk to me it would undoubtedly be another sob story about him being a prick. I'd be back in the role of trying to bail him out of trouble. Like I needed that. Like I wanted to defend him to her when he'd just pissed me off by showing that pic of her ass.

Bobby was actually a really nice guy, but he had this way of pissing Angela off. Sometimes it was his fault, sometimes I thought she made mountains out of molehills. In both cases I was the marriage counselor who had to knit the damned thing back together.

They both meant a lot to me so I had to try. I wondered what he had done. If it was his usual BS then it might only take 10 minutes on the phone to set things right. If it was serious, and of course I was thinking about the nude photo, then this might take a whole bunch of work on my part. Either way I thought I should try to save them from themselves.

I did have the day free so finally I picked up my phone.

"Hi Angela. What's up?"

"Ben! Thank you. Thanks. I...I didn't think I'd get you. Where are you?"

"Ummmm. Home. At least for an hour or two. Picking up some supplies we forgot."

"Oh. That's cool. Oh...ummm...you're home, cool...ummm...yeah...think I can come over and see you? Just like while you get your stuff together?"

I hadn't wanted this. But I wasn't very good at saying "No" when friends needed me.

Angela read me. "I can be there in 20 minutes. OK?"

"Yeah. Sure. I just..." But she had already hung up.

I sat there staring at the pool wondering what I was about to get involved in. The image of Angela's pretty ass was in my head, a really nice image, even if what he'd done was wrong. It got me thinking about her.

Everyone knew why Bobby was attracted to her, proud of being with her. She was a really pretty girl, probably prettier than Sandra to tell you the truth. Long blonde hair, a wonderful smile, pretty lips and eyes. Her boobs were actually kind of like Sandra's, kind of like the tits I liked, maybe a bit smaller than my own B cup. But her bottom parts, ass, hips and thighs were definitely bigger than Sandras. I hadn't seen her at all in anything like a bikini since Bobby hated the beach and the pool. I did think her ass looked fantastic in the photo he'd sent, but her best features seemed to me to be above the waist.

I thought she was pretty cool. One of the few girls (or boys) I knew who never, well hardly ever, cursed or cussed, probably the result of 12 years of Catholic girl's school. Weird thing was that even if she had some anger issues, she also seemed very ladylike. Modest and ladylike in her clothing and dress as well. She always looked nice, just wore outfits less revealing than other girls. Even now as a college student she stood out as different, as her own person. As smart.

She was as loyal to me as I'd ever been to her, helping me over the Sandra thing, propping me up with compliments and humor when I was down. Telling me I was handsome even though we both knew it was a bald-faced lie.

And she was funny! Her specialty was blonde jokes, kind of lame but she had this great delivery. Knew just when and how to do it.

Sample joke from Angela a few weeks back:

Question: Why couldn't the blonde girl dial 9-11?

Answer: She couldn't find the eleven on her phone.

Or this one a few days later:

Question: How many blondes does it take to screw in a lightbulb?

Answer: Two. The hard part is shrinking them to fit.

She had that temper, not just with Bobby but mostly with him. She blamed it on her Irish heritage, saying God had intended her for a redhead but got confused because He too was a blonde. That she'd been pissed off ever since about having the wrong hair for her clan.

I looked up just as Angela skidded into the driveway in her beat up, old Rav-4. I went over to greet her, a bit nervous about what condition I'd find her in. I reached out to hug her in the driveway and she shied back away saying, "Don't come near me! I reek. No A/C in this old beast." She did look a pretty sweaty and disheveled.

"Ahhh. See you've already been in the pool." Angela eyed my wet trunks and the damp tee-shirt I'd thrown on. "Oh, that would be heaven right about now." She went to the water's edge, kicked off her flip-flops and dunked her toes. She appeared to be distracted. Thinking. Just swirling that foot around as I stood watching. "So nice."

Angela's face changed abruptly. She turned to me and smiled asking, "Think I could take a dip too? We can talk after, I just want 10 minutes in that water? Pretty please."

"Sure, of course." I thought it would probably be easier to talk when we were both more comfortable. Cooling her down seemed like the right thing to do. "You have your suit?"

"Umm. No...I didn't think...Your Mom? Anything of hers?"

"Ummmm." It would have been difficult to express.

But Angela is no dummy. She cupped her smallish breasts, looked up at me with a huge smile and said, "Oh right. She's gotta be two cups bigger than me." We both laughed.

Angela was dunking her entire foot, swirling the water again. Then the left foot.

She said, "Oh, poop. I do reek." And sniffed towards her armpit.

I felt I needed to offer her something. "Maybe we could..." I was about to suggest we go out for iced-tea somewhere, some nice climate controlled hipster place. There were about 10 of these within a five mile radius.

Never got to say it. She interrupted me. What is it with girls? They always seem ready to interrupt me. Is it all guys? Or just me they do it to?

She gave me a mischievous grin. "Parents out camping, right? No one else coming over?"

"No, but maybe ..."

"Panties and bra should be fine." The grin increased. "I mean if it wouldn't embarrass you too much."

With that she pulled the tee-shirt up over her boobs, displaying a white bra.

"See? Tee-shirt bra. Lined and opaque. Covers everything. Most bikinis are way more revealing than this."

I did a double take and made her laugh again. But she was right about the bra. Full coverage of her small breasts and only a hint of cleavage above. It looked really nice, though. I had to be careful then. I had a professional interest in bras but if I looked in too close she might get the wrong idea.

By the time I recovered she had pulled the tee-shirt all the way off and was unsnapping her tight jeans. I looked on nervously while she tugged the jeans off her hips and down to her ankles. Oh Fuck! Underneath were these tight white bikini panties with a narrow band of blue piping at the waist and legs. A look told me she didn't shave or wax or sugar. Trimmed I'm sure, but definitely not baby-smooth down there. A few short blondies peeped out at the crotch.

I have a professional interest in panties too and couldn't help but take a second look. She stood grinning awkwardly. The look told me the panties were going to go transparent as soon as she hit the water.

Angela dove in, swam the length of the pool underwater and emerged saying, "Oh my God is that ever nice. Just what this girl needed." She dove back under and swam the length of the pool back towards me. Angela popped up, arms on the tile beneath my feet, stared up and shaded her eyes from the sun. "It's amazing. Come on in scaredy-cat. I don't bite." The view down displayed more of her breasts. Which looked pretty nice.

I had no choice. I kicked off my flip-flops, lost the shirt, worried for just a second about my too-skinny physique, said what the hell and dove in. I avoided the place she stood in three feet of water. My main goal was to not get a hard-on looking at Bobby's girlfriend.

I stood at the far end of the pool. Angela was floating on her back, drifting. The water had done its job on her panties. When her legs rotated in my direction I could see she was nicely trimmed, her pubic hair now appearing dark in the water. The stray blondes I'd seen before meant she was due for a little clipping. Did she know I could see?

Angela lifted her face towards me. "Oh-my-God let's live in this water forever. It's heaven." She dove under and did a handstand, giving me a nice view of her ass in those wet panties, a nicer view than the pic Bobby had sent.

"Come on over, Ben. Tow me. No one has towed me for ages."

What could I do? She was my buddy.

I swam underwater to her and came up grabbing her ankles. She giggled and spurted a mouthful of pool water high in the air. I towed, Angela making little wavelets as her body sliced through the surface water. Her head was back looking up to the pure blue sky. I had a perfect view of her pussy in the wet panties as her legs alternately spread and closed from the ride. It looked nice. Really nice.

I reminded myself about the hard-on. I didn't want one, didn't need one. Had no use for one. Behave Henry! I found out that the image of Julia with a ruler in her hand might not work in every circumstance.

I towed. She began talking about it. "He's such a dick. Such a total, fucking dick." Of course it was Bobby she was talking about. We'd gone to Def-Con 9 in just a few seconds. The girl who hardly ever swore started us off by telling me my best friend was a dick, a fucking dick. This was going to be hard work. Harder still when you're looking at pussy while you work.

I didn't know what to say to that so I just kept towing. I noticed that her boobies made their own little waves. Which was cute. I towed a little faster hoping to make the waves jump. It was easier that we weren't face to face.

I hadn't said a word. Angela went on, "Don't bother defending him. I saw it. Saw the picture he sent you." I gulped. This was going to be bad. I kept quiet and towed. Looked again at her pussy, the lips clearly defined by the wet panties. "Grabbed his phone he was in the shower. I like to keep an eye on it. Idiot doesn't know I know the password? Please!"

Should I defend myself first? She knew I'd received the picture, probably figured I still had it on my phone. Thank God Julia had made me delete it.

"Like, there were other pictures of, you know,... stuff." Angela spurted another mouthful of pool water, and it came back and splashed her face. "But I always had him transfer them to my phone and I'd make sure to watch him delete them from his. Cause duh! I'm not a fucking moron." A second F-bomb. This wasn't an anger issue, this was real. "I thought I loved him, thought I could at least trust him a little. Bobby wanted to see those pictures again he had to ask for my phone, and I'd watch to make sure they didn't go anywhere."

"But I'd still check from time to time. You know?" I was towing her around the rim of the pool. She was kind of back-stroking gently to keep afloat. Her breasts rising above the water when her arms went up. "You know? Never knew for sure if I might have missed something. So check." She might have been crying a little, hard to tell from my angle.

It was time for me to say something. All I could come up with was, "I'm sorry."

Angela kicked her ankles free from my hands, dove under and swam the length of the pool as I stood there. She caught a breath at the edge of the pool then dove under again and swam to me. This time she jumped up from the water and into my arms. Hers went around my neck and she hugged me tight, her head on my shoulder. She was crying, barely audible sobs, but very obviously crying. Her small breasts crushed into my chest and my arms and hands supported her bum.

"It's over with that prick-bastard. I can't believe he would do it to me." Now it wasn't regular crying. These were real wails of hurt.

"I know. It was rotten." Not feeling the least bad for Bobby. He deserved it.

She jumped back down, sniffled, dunked herself and came up washing water over her red face. For the first time she looked me in the eye. "What I really wanted to do though was say 'thank you' for defending me. I saw your reply text. Saw what you said." She paused three feet back from me, hands now swirling the water, cried just a little more and said, "I always knew you were the nicest guy. Really. I knew. But when I saw what you wrote I was like crying as much about you as about him."

I didn't know what to say. It was all right though. Angela turned and dove back under. She started doing her underwater laps again. Came up a few times crying and a few laughing. The last time up she changed to serious.

"Would you, aaah, Ben, I mean can you be sure to delete it from your phone too? It's like I trust you but..."

Finally a chance for me to interrupt a girl. "Already done. It's gone."

"For real?"

"For real. I'll show you my phone."

"Oh, no. You don't have to." She paused and looked a little scared. "But like no one else...I mean I do trust you but no one else has seen...?"

"No one saw it but me. And I don't send things like that to other people. It's gone."

This started her crying again, and I was just miserable for her. "Oh-my-God you are soooo nice. So glad I know one gentleman, one decent guy." The words sort of bubbled up through the tears and crying. She sniffled, stopped the tears and washed her face again with pool water.

She dove under but this time headed for the ladder in the 3 ft area. I followed behind. She climbed out, my eyes glued to the pretty ass under transparent panties, prettier by far for being in person with her. Did I say her best features were above the waist? I might have to rethink that.

Angela found my towel and began to dry off. I climbed out as she asked "Can we have a drink now? I know it's early but just one? I don't want to hold you up if your parents are waiting for you."

"No. It's fine. I can leave..." I was going to say I could leave whenever, no big hurry. Then figured, why not the truth? Girl was pouring out her heart to me. So why not the truth? I went on, "Actually, you know we never did go camping. Mom and Dad are at work. That was cause I didn't wanna see Bobby this week."

"So you? Oh-my-God!" She was working it out, but unfortunately reached the wrong conclusion. No, I hadn't lied to him out of disgust, or to drop him, or to punish him, but because I wanted to dress like a girl and suck off a guy. She didn't know that one. I wasn't exactly volunteering. Now I was an even bigger hero to her.

"Oh, Ben!" Her eyes were shining with new tears.

"Ummmm. Ya. So look, let me get us a couple of drinks," trying not to stare at the outline of her pussy.

I went to the fridge and found the spiked iced-teas Mom sometimes drank. Very low alcohol which was good. And only two left, which I thought was even better. No sense in turning this into a crying drunk-fest. It wasn't like I had any great ideas about how to save these two idiot friends of mine. One drink each and we would be out of here. I'd just tell her I had a lunch date with my cousin. I could go back to Julia's and do my summer reading while she was at school.

We were standing by the pool sipping from the ice filled glasses. It was a little awkward, hell more than a little. I knew I shouldn't be looking at her body any more than I already had. I retreated to my chair, moved it a bit as the sun had shifted. Sat in the shade. Her panties were drying but still gave a perfect view of her ass. Did she know?

"What I always liked about you, Ben? You listen. You listen to girls, like take what a girl says seriously. Even when I was kind of nuts." She turned and grinned sheepishly. "You remember my Emily Dickinson phase? Or when I went nuts over One Direction? mmmm Harry Styles. Still go for him." She giggled at the recollections. I smiled back at her. "Even then you listened and took me seriously, like we could always talk about things. And even with Sandra, that night of prom, you listened to her go on and on and on about gymnastics. You were really nice to her." Then she giggled and said, "Made me jealous in a stupid way, her getting all your attention."

"Ummm. Thanks."

Angela turned and came to me with a smile. She plopped herself down on my lap, arm around the back of my head, her breasts almost in my face. My dick went hard. She squirmed a little on my lap. Had to feel it! The bra really did cover them completely, but my mouth had never been as close to tits as it was now, with the exception of the night Julia and I had sucked cock together, and Julia's were off-limits. These weren't. At least sort of.

My hands went to her waist, cool from the pool water. She leaned in and kissed me, full on mouth kissing and some tongue. Angela said, "You are the nicest guy ever. I wish I'd ..."

My dick was getting out of control underneath what I think was her thigh. But the image of Bobby came unbidden. We'd been friends for way too long for this. Even if he was the one who had fucked up I must still owe him some loyalty. Owe him something. He'd been a good friend to me.

"Uhhh...Angela. I uhh...I'm so turned on by you right now."

She kissed my mouth again whispering, "I think I can tell." She giggled, turned to me and her breasts dragged across my chest. Her hand went to my side and she snuggled in closer. She kissed me a third time.