Chapter 213 My Best Friend's Dad(1)

• I never could have imagined how my life was going to change, the weekend of Kayla's birthday party. She and I had been best friends ever since kindergarten; people joked that we were joined at the hip, more like sisters than friends. They even had a special name for us, 'KayKay', Kayla and Kylie, like we were one person instead of two, because anywhere one of us went the other was sure to be close behind. We looked alike, too; both short, both petite, with the same long, wavy brown hair that we always styled alike, usually in braids. She'd gotten her boobs a year earlier than I had, which I'd thought had been so unfair at the time-but I'd soon caught up, and now even that was the same; cute, perky little B-cups for both of us. It wasn't like we were really twins, or anything-you could tell us apart easily, if you actually saw our faces. But people would mistake us for each other all the time, if they only saw us from behind as we were walking down the halls at school.
• I kind of felt bad for her dad, honestly. Mr. H. was used to me being over all the time, I slept at their place nearly as often as I did at my own, cuddling up with Kayla in her big, comfy pink bed. Not like we were gay for each other, or anything, it wasn't like that! We just both really liked cuddles, was all! But with all thirteen of us taking over his basement, shrieking and squealing long into the night as we watched scary movies together, gorging on snacks and pizza and talking about boys... I hoped he had some noise-cancelling headphones, or something! But he was still up early the next morning, looking as wide-awake and handsome as always, making us bacon, eggs, and waffles for breakfast as one by one we crawled our way blearily up the stairs to come eat.
• We spent the whole rest of Saturday in and out of their pool, swimming, splashing, and playing games. We even got Mr. H. to jump in and come play with us, when he wasn't too busy grilling hotdogs and hamburgers for us for lunch. I knew I wasn't the only one with a huge, secret crush... not that anything could ever come of it, of course, I knew that! But with those bright blue eyes, his muscled, hairy chest, and that thick black hair with just a touch of grey... He was a man! A real man, not at all like the boys at school! All the girls were trying to flirt, some more obviously than others. I hated it! I knew nothing could ever happen between us, really I did... but it still made me so, so jealous when I saw one of the others hanging off him, pretending their feet couldn't touch the bottom! Or the way his eyes would stare at their wet little asses in their skimpy bikinis as they were climbing out of the pool!