Chapter 6 -- Busty Kim
One Thursday morning, Caroline was going straight to school from home for a meeting with office administration. Kate arrived earlier than usual that morning and was impatiently knocking on the door. I had just gotten out of the shower and was toweling myself off, wondering why she hadn't used the hidden key. When her impatient knocking continued, I wrapped a towel around my waist, holding the corners together with my left hand. I climbed up the stairs to the side door, peeved that she hadn't let herself in.
As I opened the door, about to let my annoyance be known, I was surprised to see Kate was not alone -- Kim was there with her. She was the last member of the Pledge to be brought by -- Caroline and Kate had brought each of the other three by last week. I had known Kim for a while now, having met in Sunday School a few years before and I was quite fond of her. She was vivacious and outgoing and wore her emotions on her sleeves -- I had had a crush on her since grade nine and she knew it. This was her first time here at my apartment.
She had been on the gymnastics team with Kate for the last couple of years, but had quit this year when her developing figure had interfered with her competing at the level she was used to. She was no taller than Kate at 5'1" and shared her muscular glutes, torso and legs, but her breasts were a sight to behold. They were large and torpedo-like (two halves of a football glued to her chest) -- you couldn't fail to be amazed. It gave her a top-heavy appearance, but she was athletic and graceful. They had a head turning effect on those meeting her for the first time, but she was not the least bit self-conscious about them.
Kim had always been touchy-feely and expressed her feelings quite openly with those around her. She was generous in her affection and was in the habit of greeting with alternating kisses on the cheeks and a bear hug. Despite our height difference, she always managed to keep it warm and natural and her hugs always left me with a enduring glow afterwards. However, her enthusiastic and physical greetings had gotten her into trouble at times with her firm and cuddly embraces of both her male and female peers. Her toned and prominent breasts were always front and center and were unyieldingly firm. She was not reluctant to use them when showing affection. Her bear hugs were enthusiastic and referred to as breast hugs by my teammates. She always finished her hugs with a shimmer, ensuring that you noticed her erect nipples. This morning, they were hard to miss as she was not wearing a bra.
Kate introduced us unnecessarily right there on the threshold. As the expression goes, Kim's headlights were on and it was obvious that she was (surprisingly) braless. She always wore a bra. I towered over both of them and Kim's erect nipples were impossible to miss under her tight fitting blouse. As I stepped aside to let them in and close the door behind them, Kim opened her arms for a hug, ignoring the fact that I was using a hand to hold the towel in place. I awkwardly obliged (I loved her hugs!) and the towel dropped at our feet.
As Kim drew me in for her usual enthusiastic embrace, my now exposed cock was firmly planted between us and was stiffening rapidly. The glans had nowhere to go but up and there was no way that she wouldn't be able to feel it happening. She let her hands slip down my back to my still damp cheeks as she pulled us together and continued with the tight squeeze for a good 20 seconds. She slowly rocked back and forth, gyrating her hardened nipples into my ribs, below my pecs. My cock shifted position against her blouse, her taut stomach muscles unyielding, her grip firm. As her nipples bore holes into my ribs my developing erection pushed back.
When she reluctantly released me from her breast hug, I was standing there naked in front of the two of them, exposed to their wide-eyed gazes, my erection completing it's growth as they stared. I had no problem with this state of affairs of course and apparently neither did they. As Kim bent down and picked up my towel, her face was mere inches from my pulsating and stiffened member. She appeared lost for the moment -- she couldn't look away as I took the proffered towel from her hand.
Before using it to cover my now fully engorged member, I glanced at Kate with a quizzical look, then parted my arms and drew her in for a hug of our own. Although she (and, by extension Caroline) had seen me naked before, this was the first time that we had exchanged an intimate embrace. Kate didn't hesitate in wrapping her arms around my naked midriff, closing her eyes as she did so. My glans was free floating between us and I loved the sensation of friction from her blouse, throbbing with renewed vigour.
Things were awkward as these unforeseen development had caught the three of us all flat-footed. We were crowded there on the landing, neither of them able to avert her eyes, looking straight down at my impressive erection. As I clumsily repositioned the towel and closed the door behind them, they began to descend the stairs, almost reluctantly it seemed. Kim stopped partway down when she noticed the framed prints, holding Kate and I up as we descended behind her. I started in with some lighthearted banter as I followed them down, the towel now serving it's intended purpose of modesty, no matter how poorly. I offered to put on a pot of coffee as we stood there at the bottom of the stairs, but the tenting of the towel caused by my now fully erect 11 inches was definitely the elephant in the room.
In many ways, this was the dream scenario that my vivid imagination might have conjured up for my exhibitionist self, but I was caught awkwardly seeking a way forward from here. As I prepared the coffee, Kim rescued me by making note of the massage table tucked in under the stairs. She asked if she could check it out. I wasn't sure what she meant by that, but I didn't hesitate to offer to pull it out into the open, glad for a distraction from the tricky moment we found ourselves in.