"Lara!" I called, surprised to see her up here alone.
She turned fully, a small smile pulling at her lips. "Rob... Hi."
Lara was dressed in a way that always seemed to fit her cool, edgy vibe, the total opposite of Bella's usual flashy style. She wore tight black jeans that hugged her legs like a second skin, the fabric stretching over her toned thighs and curving around her firm, round ass that jiggled just a little when she shifted her weight.
The jeans were low-rise, sitting right on her hips and exposing a strip of smooth, milky skin where her white crop top ended. The top was strapless, clinging tight to her perky D-cup breasts, the bandless design pushing them up and together so they formed a subtle cleavage that rose with every breath. Her nipples poked faintly through the thin white fabric, dark outlines visible in the hallway light, hinting at no bra underneath.
Over it all, she had an open leather jacket that framed her figure, the sleeves pushed up to her elbows, showing off her slim arms. Her black hair fell straight to her shoulders, with the ends dyed a deep purple that caught the light and gave her an almost rebellious look. She had that tomboyish charm, like she could kick anyone's ass if she wanted to, but right now her eyes darted nervously, her fingers still fidgeting.
"Why are you standing out here?" I asked, stopping a few steps away. "Is Bella not in her room?"
She glanced at the door, biting her lip for a second. "No... I mean... I don't know. I just got here."
She was acting weird, voice a little shaky. I shrugged it off and moved toward the door to knock, but before my hand could hit the wood, she spoke up quick.
"Wait—if you don't mind, can you tell me if I'm looking good? Like, is this outfit okay for the party?"
I blinked, caught off guard. "Huh? Of course you're looking great, Lara. You always do."
She smiled wider at that, her cheeks tinting a little pink, and brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. "Okay, thanks. I was just... nervous, I guess."
I was a little confused by the random question, but I brushed it off as her being anxious about the crowd or something. Lara and Bella had been best friends for years, and she was over all the time, so it wasn't like she was new to our house. I knocked on the door anyway, the sound echoing in the quiet hallway.
A voice came from inside, Bella's, sharp and annoyed voice. "Who is it?"
"It's me." I called back.
"What do you want? I'm getting ready."
"Mom told me to bring you down. Guests are already here."
There was a pause, then the door clicked open suddenly. Bella stood there with a frown creasing her face, one hand on the knob, looking like she was about to snap at me. "Fuck off, dumbo. Girls need ti—"
She stopped mid-sentence, her eyes landing on Lara beside me. The annoyance melted away instantly, replaced by a bright, happy smile that lit up her whole face. "Lara? When did you come?"
Lara lifted her hand in a small wave, smiling back. "Hi. I came just now."
Bella's eyes sparkled with genuine excitement, like seeing her best friend had flipped a switch inside her. She was wearing a blue one-piece mini dress that looked like it had been designed to turn heads. The strapless top clung tight to her chest, the fabric stretching over her perky cups and pushing them up into a deep, inviting cleavage that rose and fell with every breath.
The neckline was low enough to show the upper swell of her breasts, creamy skin glowing under the hallway light, with just a hint of her dark areolas peeking at the edges if she moved the wrong way. The dress hugged her body perfectly, cinching in at her slim waist and flaring out over her wide hips, the material so thin it outlined every curve like a second skin.
The hem stopped at mid-thigh, short enough that her smooth, milky legs looked endless, toned from gymnastics and cheerleading. When she shifted her weight, the dress rode up a fraction, threatening to flash more of her round ass cheeks that jiggled softly with the movement. She had her short black hair styled in loose waves, framing her sharp features and those piercing green eyes that were now fixed happily on Lara.
It was such a contrast. Lara in her cool, casual jeans and leather jacket, looking like she could ride off on a motorcycle, opposite her shy, fidgety personality. And Bella, all princess-like in her shimmering blue mini dress that screamed glamour and confidence, but with that fiery temper hiding underneath.
They were total opposites, like they'd swapped dresses or something. I always wondered how they became best friends with Bella being so loud and aggressive, Lara more quiet and reserved, but they were inseparable, always hanging out, sharing secrets, getting way too close sometimes in ways that made me suspicious.
Bella reached out and grabbed Lara's arm gently. "Why are you standing there? Come in!"
Lara passed by me, stepping into the room with a quick smile in my direction. I started to follow without thinking but Bella's hand shot out, pressing flat against my chest to block me at the doorstep. The push made her tits jiggle noticeably in the strapless top, the cleavage deepening for a second as she leaned forward.
"Where do you think you're going?" she said, her voice back to that sassy edge.
"I was just—"
"Trying to be sneaky, huh? Get out, dumbo. This is girl time."
I rolled my eyes, but my gaze dipped for a split second to her chest, the way the dress strained over her curves. "Fine. Just hurry up. Mom's waiting."
Bella smirked and shoved me back lightly. "Go tell Mom I'll be there in a few minutes. And don't come back up here creeping around."
She closed the door in my face, the lock clicking into place. I stood there for a second, staring at the wood, frustration mixing with something else. Bella and Lara had been best friends since forever, always together, sharing everything. But sometimes I couldn't help but think there was more to it.
They were so close—hugging longer than normal, whispering secrets with their heads together, sleeping over in each other's rooms all the time. It wasn't like they hid it, either. I'd seen them holding hands once or twice, or Lara's head on Bella's lap during movie nights. Were they...? The thought made my stomach twist in a weird way, part curiosity, part something hotter. I pictured them tangled up together, Bella's fiery energy clashing with Lara's shyness, hands on each other's bodies, lips meeting in the dark. It was wrong to think about, but damn, I couldn't stop the image from flashing in my head.
I shook my head hard, trying to clear it, and turned back toward the stairs. The party was waiting, Chloe was coming, and I had bigger things to focus on.
To be continued…
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