No, just deal with it:

You groan, “Damnit, I took too long.”

“Oh no! She still took the money back?” Krista asked, getting up.

“I don’t know how I can make enough money,” you say, pinching the bridge of your nose.

Krista walks over and pulls you into a hug, pressing your face into her chest.

“I’m sorry Ev…”

You hug her back, the two of you standing like that for a few moments. Against your will, your dick starts to get hard. You try to adjust so you aren’t pressed up against her, but she makes a surprised sound and backs up a bit, looking down at your crotch.

“I’m sorry, my body just kind of-”

“No it’s okay, only natural, I am super hot after all.” She laughs and releases you, “but hey, I don’t want you feeling awkward, I’ll match you.” She said, then in a few quick movements she pulled off her tank top and pulled her shorts down. Leaving her standing in a pair of boxer briefs.

“Umm, you don’t have a bra on, you know that right.”

She sighed, and looked down at her chest. She lifted her hands and made a point of pushing on her chest, “so what?” she smiled sadly, “I only really wear a bra because people expect it, and it keeps my nipple piercings from showing through my shirt. But I’m barely an A cup Ev. You don’t have to act shocked for my sake. Your chest is literally more developed than mine is.”

“But…”

“But what?”

“I don’t know, I just want you to be comfortable is all.”

“You’re sweet, but you don’t need to worry, as long as I’m with you I could be comfortable naked.”

“Naked huh?”

“Don’t push your luck,” she said laying across the couch, positioning herself so there was room for you, but only if you laid next to her, “come on, I’m gonna play through the intro of Wet Saber.”

She motions for you to lay down, and you slowly walk over and lay down awkwardly on the couch, trying not to press up against her, but she wraps a leg around yours and pulls you close with one arm.

“No need to be so distant,” she grabs the remote and starts up the game, “Besides, close contact is supposed to help calm your mind, so just go with it.”

You are about to protest, but relent, and let her hold you tight, resting your head against her chest. You know she’s your best friend, and is looking out for you, but you can’t help but feel like she is being a lot more physical than normal.

“There, not so bad,” she says, starting the game. It opens to a character customization screen, “Oooh, they have new options, this might take a while.”

“That’s fine,” you say, the **** starting to hit you a bit harder, “I can wait a bit,”