My Friend Lou - Male/Futa

Lou and I grew up in the same neighborhood. Practically neighbors, as it was only 5 min. on a bike to her house. We went to the same school and had the same interests. Later in life, we found out that we also had the same preference in pursuit of, shall we say, under-the-sheet camaraderie. Or in more plain terms, we both fancied women.

It wasn’t anything groundbreaking when Lou brought it up. It was more me explaining why I liked women and she replied with: “Me too! Women are bodacious!”

And from that time on, Lou have been a ladies gal. And she is a real sweetheart too. She loves to cook, enjoys reading and writing, die-hard fan of Disney and has a composed singing voice. She geeks out to various new trends and is socially active with lots of people.

We both have been the wingman at various occasions. Usually with great success by us being slightly silly and open.

Unfortunately, I haven’t seen that much to Lou lately. We’ve both gone off to our universities and have little time the spare to travel the long distance. But we chat online or call and talk for hours regularly. But it’s a real shame not to hang out so often as we’ve used to.

So when we both had break in our studies and were in our hometown, we took the usually trip around on our bikes. It was maybe not the best of weather, with gloomy dark clouds looming in the sky, but it was a tradition.

We chatted, laughed, stopped for an ice-cream, the classic “Mr. Freeze” and had a great time. As we were riding back to my house the dark clouds had delivered on their silent threat and rain and wind was driving us to ride faster.

Desperate to not get caught in it we raced all we could. But at a sharp corner, a dark spot on the road, was a small puddle of water that Lou’s bike skid across and she lost balance and crashed hard onto the asphalt.

“Arrrgh! For fuck’s sake!” She screamed and clutched her leg as she tried to push the mangled bike off her.

“Shit!” I said and jumped off my bike, letting it fall and rushed over to Lou and helped her get her leg untangled from the bike.

“That’s no so bad.” I said when seeing a long tear at her jeans but no blood.

“Nicely deducted, Sherlock” She mockingly said and winced as she stood up.

She kicked the bike and mumbled some more obscenities.

“Sorry. Let’s go to my place. It’s getting worse.” The “it” was the storm that was drenching us it fat stinging drops of rain and wind that gave the city a choir of strained voices from trees and houses.

Rushing on foot the last few yards, we closed the door behind us, with the storm howling against the house and making the boards groan. We both let out a breath of air we didn’t knew we had been holding in for the last few minutes, as the storm had been growing stronger and fiercer by the second.

With the sound of water dripping of our clothes, Lou bounced up the stairs, towards the bathroom.

“Dips on the shower!” She yelled and rounded the corner at the top.

Shrugging, I headed down the basement to my room and changed into new clothes and hang the soaked-through clothes to dry. I made my way up into the living room, put some water on the kettle and slumped into the big white couch and turned up the TV.

“Thomaaaaaaas?” Lou yelled from the top. “TOOOOOOM?” She yelled again, after 2 seconds delay.

“What?” I yelled back as I got up from the couch and started up the stairs.

“Long-shot – but do you or your parents have anything that fits me?” She asked from behind the bathroom door.

“I’m pretty sure not. But let me check” I replied back and went to look for clothes that would somewhat fit a girl like Lou. Which wouldn’t be easy in this house. Because Lou is a whole lot of woman. She stands taller than six feet and has ample flesh to spare both front and back. Not that she was fat. More like a healthy chubbiness. It doesn’t help that she has the biggest boobs I’ve ever encountered and a butt that always stretched every lining on all her jeans. But she had a waist that went in,

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