The baggy clothes she was wearing did nothing to hide the figure underneath. He remembered the first time he’d seen her in a full bathing costume. Leah had never worn a bikini, but the full costume was enough. Chase’s parents owned a swimming pool, and most of their summers were spent in that pool. When they’d turned sixteen, Leah had stripped down to her full costume like she’d done millions of times before. Only this time, Mitch remembered the instant hit to his groin. He’d dived into the water, hoping the cold would stop his cock getting any bigger.
From that day forward, he’d been nervous around Leah. She acted as if nothing was any different, but he’d felt it.
The love inside him had started to bloom from the moment they all hit puberty. The fight with Chase and then the girlfriends along with Leah’s boyfriends stopped any chance of him trying for her. He loved his two friends and would do anything for them.
He placed a hand across her lap stroking the side of her thighs. Mitch leaned back watching the movie while also trying not to picture Leah in a full swimming costume. She’d fill out one of those costumes and look superb.
“Can we pause it? I need a refill,” Leah said.
Chase grabbed the remote, pausing the film. Leah grabbed the pitcher of cocktail mix going toward the fridge. “Do you guys want a beer?” she asked.
“No, I’m sticking to the cocktails. With no work tomorrow, I intend to get smashed,” Chase said.
“Same here,” Mitch said, lifting up his glass.
“Lucky bastard.” He turned to Chase seeing his friend smile.
Chuckling, he glanced behind him to see Leah concentrating on the drinks. “You had her in your lap the last time.”
“Whatever,” Chase said.
“What are you guys arguing about?” Leah asked, filling their glasses and then sitting between them once more.
“Nothing. Not long left on the horror.” Mitch smiled at her trying to reassure her.
“Thank God. I hate these movies. I don’t see any appeal. I guess you guys do, though.” She shrugged her shoulders sitting between them.
“What do you mean by that?” Chase got there first.
“Well, you get to see a lot of hot, semi-naked girls running through houses. And don’t forget the big breasts. Every guy loves a pair of big breasts,” Leah said.
Mitch stared down at her chest. She was in double letter bras. He’d seen her size and would forever keep her size in his memory bank.
“Be careful there, misses. Not every guy wants a pair of big breasts,” Mitch said. He knew he and Chase were not one of those men, but there were men out there who preferred smaller breasts.
“I know. Sorry, I don’t mean to put you all in one basket. Anyway, let’s get this movie finished, so I don’t have to hurt one of you by sitting in your lap.”
Chase pressed resume on the remote. The pillow went back up, and then she was in Chase’s lap for the remainder of the movie. Mitch stroked her feet trying to offer her comfort. Several screams and a few jumps later, the credits rolled up.
Leah jumped off Chase’s lap and clapped her hands. “My movie next.”
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Chase watched Leah swoon at the screen. She’d ended up on her butt on the floor. This is why he hated getting her the romantic chick flick movies. She rarely stayed between them.
“Oh my God. He’s so sweet. She has to pick him. He loves her so much,” she said.
Rolling his eyes he turned to see Mitch was glaring at the movie as well. The other guy’s arms were folded, and he looked pissed off.
“Why?” he asked, mouthing the word.
Chase opened his arms trying to show his friend that he didn’t have a choice. The credits rolled up over two hours later.
She turned to them with a smile on her face. “See. True love does conquer all in the end.”
“It was a movie, sweetheart.” Mitch unfolded his arms.
Chase stared into her eyes. She looked so happy.