Friends at College

Felix80

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"And this is the master bathroom with the jacuzzi tub, like I said in the ad. That's the whole house. You and your roommates can fight over who gets the master bedroom. Heat and electricity are included. I need first month, last month and security deposit."

Jack reached into his pocket and unfolded a cashier's check. He signed it and handed it to the landlord. "That's for the whole semester."

The landlord looked at it, gave a whistle and grinned at Jack. "You are now my favorite tenant, college boy. Call me if you need anything."

The landlord left and Jack walked around the rented house, a stupid grin on his face. He was out on his own for the first time and enjoying the feel of freedom. Sure, Dad was paying his rent, but he had earned his scholarship that had gotten him to the school. And he was rooming with his two best friends from childhood, so he was pretty happy about seeing them again.

Sure they were girls, but they had always gotten along and had kept up on social media. Jack figured he would take the master bedroom and that bathroom and the girls could take the main bathroom. That would keep things nice and separate. He didn't plan to intrude on their personal lives. They were just friends.

He had no idea how quickly that was going to change.

Jack had been a jock and a nerd in high school. He was on the chess team and the gymnastics team and boxed. All those years on the pommel horse and rings gave him shoulders and a chest that would make a bodybuilder take notice. Not that he was very good, because he was no where near the Olympic level. Standing at six foot, five inches, he was just too damn big to be a great gymnast. He never even placed at state. As a boxer he was okay. His balance and footwork were impeccable, especially for a white guy. He won alot of boxing matches, more than he lost. Of course, he got to college on a chess scholarship. The guys sure gave him shit for that one, but not alot of shit. Not that Jack cared, he was happy to not pay for school, and chess was incredibly fun.

The house was a one floor, three bedroom number. There was a separate garage, an above ground pool and a kitchen and living room. The house was furnished, cheaply. They may want to hit the salvation army and spruce the place up. It was in the suburbs, not far from the campus. The yard was private, a nice hedge and fence gave them privacy from snooping neighbors. Surprisingly, it was much cheaper to rent a house then for the three of them to live on campus.

The girls were scheduled to arrive that afternoon. Jack had a couple hours to kill, so he unpacked his stuff from his van and set up his room. Not that he had alot of stuff. He's worked for everything he had, paper routes, cutting grass and part time jobs. He made a mental note to keep an eye on Craigslist for a used mower on the cheap.

Once he was done setting up his room he checked in on Facebook and tagged his friends. "This is going to be a great year."
 
Alexis arrived first. Of course she did. She was the sort of girl who was on time. And by "on time" she means at least 15 minutes early. One should not assume this makes her anal retentive or otherwise high-strung: she is simply organized. And she cares, immensely, for the people around her. In fact, she erred dangerously on the side of allowing people to take advantage of her kindness - something her two best friends regularly had to protect her from, even online.

She was excited to see Jack and Morgan again. They hadn't seen each other in years. It was hard not to wonder what they looked like. She still had an image in her head of Jack as this gangly 12 year old whose body hadn't quite grown into his height, and Morgan as a dorky-looking blond with awkward braces and a terrible fashion sense. She herself had changed quite drastically. Once upon a time, Alexis had looked like a little boy. Her body had been very boyish in shape, her features childish and her red hair cropped short. Now, however, she'd become almost unrecognizably feminine. Her red curls were long and bouncing, framing a face with wide blue eyes and pouting pink lips. Her body had filled out, and while she was still short and petite, she had a surprisingly generous chest - 30D.

She pushed open the door with the key mailed to her by the landlord, and walked inside. "Jack? Hello?" She knew he was set to arrive much earlier than she, so she expected him to be here already.

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Not two minutes after Alexis had arrived, Morgan walked up the front steps and found the door already unlocked. Where once had been a dorky looking girl, she had been replaced with a stunning blonde beauty. Her body had developed in such a way that made men stare and women turn green with envy - a tiny waist, flaring hips with a generous ass, and a pair of enormous (surprisingly real) breasts that were barely contained inside a 32DDD bra, stretching her Legend of Zelda t-shirt tantalizingly tight over her chest.

She stepped inside with her stuff on time to see a flash of red hair disappearing down the hall. "Alexis?" She followed and came face to face with her female best friend in the kitchen.

There was a long moment of silence where both women simply stared. Neither was quite sure what to do, mostly because both were trapped wondering when the hell their best friend had gotten so incredibly hot.

Alexis was staring somewhat openly at Morgan's chest, and only realized she was doing it after several seconds. No way Morgan hadn't noticed, so she cleared her throat, lifting her gaze with a blush. "U-um. I like your shirt."

Morgan ran her fingers through her hair, smiling as her gaze raked hungrily over Alexis' smaller frame. She was openly bisexual, but holy hell she had never met a woman she wanted quite so much. "Thanks. I know it's your favourite..."

And that was the moment at which they were joined by Jack.
 
There was a flushing noise from the back of the house, then a rush of water for a few seconds. It wasn't particularly loud, but the girls could have heard it despite their conversation. About thirty seconds later Jack walked into the room.

Shirt brown hair at the top of his head, piercing blue eyes hidden behind a pair of wire frame glasses, Jack filled the hallway. He was six, five, with wide shoulders and a sculpted chest. His tight white T-shirt showed off every crack and crevice of his musculature, each line and bump earned from hours in the gym, or hours working to make some money in the hot summer sun. He was wearing a pair of tight jeans that left little to the imagination, especially the large bulge where his legs met his torso. He wasn't hulking, but he was big and the girls could see there wasn't a microgram of fat on his body.

His response to the two heavenly bodies in front of him was the same as the two girls. He stared. First at Alex. Then he stared at Morgan. Hormones flooded his brain, followed by images of sex. Every porno he's ever watched, every story he had ever jerked off to, every perverted fantasy, they all came flooding back with these two filling in as the main characters.

Jack didn't register that blood was rushing to his penis. He didn't feel it rapidly fill and expand, causing a very, very noticible lump to form as his cock slipped out of his boxers and down his left leg. It was over halfway down his thigh, almost to his knee when it finished snaking down his leg. Then it started to expand. The jeans fabric, already tight against his leg, threatened to explode.

His parents had been very strict about not posting pictures online. It was a bad practice for children to get into and they kept an eye on his Facebook account, making sure he was safe. The three friends hadn't seen each other in six years.

"Fuck," Jack said after staring at the girls for what seemed like an eternity, but had probably only been a few seconds.

He shook his head and tried to recover his wits.

"I mean, I like your shirt too Morgan." And what's under it, especially the nipples that were threatening to poke through the fabric.

"Sorry about the cussing," he said as he felt his face turn red, "I, uh, well, I... When the hell did you both become so incredibly hot?"
 
"When the hell did you two get so incredibly hot?"

Alexis and Morgan both blinked at him, shocked into silence. It was a little less shock at the question and a little more that she was wondering the same thing about him. Jack look like he'd been sculpted from marble.

Morgan was the first one to come to her senses. Her gaze raked up his body much the same way she had checked out Alexis. "I could ask you the same thing."

Alexis was blushing bright red. She didn't quite see how she was on the level of Morgan - Morgan was everything women wanted to be, and while Alexis knew she was pretty, it didn't quite feel the same. Clearly, however, she had no idea how gorgeous she actually was. "U-um. Hey Jack. Long time no see?"
 
Jack grinned. Hot or not, Alexis was still Alex. Shy and a little unsure of herself. Jack closed the distance between them, wrapped his arms around Alexis and picked her up in a big, bear hug. He tried to ignore the feel of her breasts mashed up against his chest and the softness of her body. With his last girlfriend Jack had normally ran his hand down to squeeze her ass when he was hugging her. He had to stop himself from doing it with Alexis. After a beat he put her down.

"It's good to see you Alex. Nice hair."

Jack turned to Morgan and extended his arms, putting himself on display. He did a little turn as he walked to her, then gave Morgan a huge bear hug as well, lifting the taller woman off the ground, but less than he had Alexis. After he let Morgan down he grinned at her.

"Thanks for noticing. I've spent the last six years in a gym, either getting beat up, or flipping head over heals to win some kind of scholarship. But what do I get it for? Chess!"

He had posted about winning the state and regional chess tournaments on Facebook or Twitter or some such.

"So, what have you two been up to?" Besides growing huge tits and fine asses and making every boy crazy. He didn't say that last part, but he was thinking it.
 
Right before they were getting ready to sit down in the couches facing each other to have a coffee together, the doorbell rang again. Morgan jumped remembering, and ran to the door; "This must be Mike!" God, thought Jack.. A boyfriend? Well, he was mostly worried about him staying over and occupying place over at the house, and also a bit about Morgan's beauty, he trembled inside and kept looking at the door.
 
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