Jennifer's curiosity

"So...like, how does it hurt?" Jennifer asked, hugging her bare knees to her chest. "Is it like a sharp, stabbing pain? Or a dull throbbing pain?"

I thought about how to describe the feeling of getting hit in the balls. "Well, first it's sort of a shocking pain, like banging your elbow on something really bad," I said, lying back on the beanbag chair. "Then a few seconds later it sort of spreads up into your stomach, and you get really nauseous. I guess maybe it's like a period cramp, but worse?"

"Ooh," she said, grimacing in sincere sympathy. "I hate those."

"Yeah," I agreed. "It's not fun at all."

Jennifer Cho had been my best friend for years now. We were friends in undergrad, and then we went to the same data science boot camp, and now we worked together at the same company. We could talk about anything - sex, relationships, you name it. Except today she had started asking me what it was like to get hit in the balls.

"Why are you so curious about getting hit in the balls?", I asked her. "Are you taking a self-defense class or something?"

She shook her head. Jennifer is Korean-Canadian, with long black hair, a pretty, oval face and perfect athletic legs. She and I had never hooked up, but we had always acknowledged that we found each other attractive. It was just too nice being friends, we didn't want to risk making it something more. Plus we were usually with other people. Right now though, we both happened to be single. Maybe that's why she was braver about asking stuff like this.

"I'm just curious," Jennifer explained. "I've always seen guys get hit in the balls in the movies and stuff. It always blew my mind that it was so easy to take a guy down. I mean, you guys are so big and strong."

I laughed. "Doesn't matter how big or strong, no guy can withstand a hit to his family jewels," I said.

"It's so funny that you guys all have this huge weakness, just hanging there," she said.

I shrugged and said, "I guess it's the great equalizer."

Then after we were silent for a moment, she asked, "Can I hit your balls?"

I laughed out loud. "NO, you can't hit my balls!", I snorted, reflexively covering my balls through my sweatpants with my hands. "Can I kick you in the ovaries? What kind of a question is that?"

"I've just always been so curious about what it would feel like," she insisted, rocking back and forth, hugging her knees. "I promise I won't do it hard enough to hurt bad. I just really want to see what it's like."

"You're crazy," I laughed. "You'd have to pay me a gajillion dollars. No offense but I really don't think you have that kind of cash."

She sat there in silence for a second. "What if I do something in exchange?", she asked. "Is there anything that would be a fair trade?"

"I don't know what it would be," I said. "You don't have balls, and even if you did, I wouldn't want to hit them. You're a psycho, by the way."

She thought about it for a little while longer. "What if I danced naked for you?", she asked.

My eyes went wide. Jennifer had been a dancer for years when she was younger. And in the course of telling each other everything, she had told me that she always liked to dance naked for her boyfriends. I always told her I wanted to see her do it, but of course she never would, and I didn't want to press her. It was just part of our friendly teasing. But now...

"You're fucking with me," I said.

"No!", she insisted. "I'll really dance naked for you if you let me hit your balls. I figure that's a fair trade. Embarrassment for pain."

My mind was racing. I had always wanted to see Jennifer's legendary naked dance. But on the other hand, this was my BALLS we were talking about. But she said she wouldn't hit hard enough to really hurt, right? That was probably bullshit. But I could take a little pain. And this might be my only chance to see my hot best friend dance nude.

"OK," I said. "What the fuck. Let's do it. You're sure your roommate isn't coming back, right?"

"She's out of town for the whole week," Jennifer reassured me.

Oh God. This was it then. I was really going to let a girl hit me in the balls. Jennifer came over and lay down next to me on the beanbag chair. We were in the living room of her apartment in downtown Seattle. I was in sweatpants, she was in short athletic shorts (showing off her awesome legs). I felt a shiver of fear go through me as I realized I was about to have my balls busted. This was crazy. Why was I doing this? I could smell Jennifer's shampoo as her head lay next to mine.

"Can you take off your sweatpants? It's kind of hard to see the target," Jennifer said. Nervously, I took off my sweats, and lay there in my boxers.

"Oh God no," I said, covering my balls with my hands. "I can't go through with this."

"OK," Jennifer said sadly. "It's your balls. I understand." She got up to walk back across the room. I watched her perfect legs and hips and slim waist from behind, and I felt myself start to get a little hard at the thought of seeing her dance naked for me. And I got suddenly really jealous, thinking about her past boyfriends who all got to see that, and how I would never get to see it myself.

"OK, OK," I called out, getting up off the beanbag. "I'll do it, I'll do it."

She whirled back around, actually clapping her hands in excitement. "Oh my gosh!", she said. "You're amazing!"

I stood there in the middle of her living room in my T-shirt and boxers, and spread my legs wide, thinking how crazy I was for going through with this. At the same time I realized I was getting a little hard, despite the fear of what my best friend was about to do to me. Maybe the danger was turning me on.

"OK," I said, motioning at the underside of my boxer-covered balls with one hand. "Here they are. How are you gonna hit them?"

"I was thinking of just sort of...smacking them, like this?", she said, swinging her hand upward, palm out. I nodded.

"That should be OK. At least I don't think anyone ever lost a nut from a slap." I stood with my arms crossed over my chest. "OK, go for it. This is gonna hurt like a motherfucker."

Jennifer bounced over to me, a light in her pretty brown eyes. She braced her legs and swung her hand a couple of times in a practice motion, making me wince. Then she said "OK, here goes!", and swung her hand up into my balls.

It was surprisingly not that painful. There was a shock as her palm slapped up into my nuts, but I didn't feel like I wanted to drop to the ground. I must have only given a little jerk, because Jennifer asked "Did I miss them?"

"No," I said, breathing a little heavily. "You got them." That's when I started to feel the nausea and cramping pain kick in, radiating up through my lower abdomen. "I can feel the rest of the pain kicking in," I said, pointing to where it hurt. I felt the urge to bend over but resisted, not wanting to look weak in front of Jennifer.

She looked a little disappointed. "I guess I really didn't hit you very hard," she said. "You didn't really react like in the movies."

"I guess not," I agreed. There was an awkward pause as she looked disappointed. I knew that it wouldn't be fair to ask her to dance naked just in exchange for that mild hit.

"You can hit me harder," I said, feeling the pain from the first hit start to fade a bit already. I gently massaged my balls.

"Really?" she asked, making a pleading expression. "Will you be OK?"

"I can take it," I reassured her. I felt more confident after withstanding the first hit. "I think maybe my balls are unusually tough."

"OK," she said. "Can I kick them? I won't kick my hardest."

That was kind of scary, since Jennifer had done taekwondo in college. But I believed her promise not to kick me hard, and after the gentle slap she had given me, I trusted her to hold back. Besides, the first hit to my balls, along with the prospect of Jennifer dancing naked for me afterwards, had weirdly turned me on.

"OK, I said, "Just don't kick too hard. I'll be OK."

I spread my legs and crossed my arms again, wondering if I was being really stupid. Jennifer pulled her fists up to her chest and spread her beautiful, mostly-bare legs into a taekwondo stance. I felt a sudden rush of panic. But before I could do anything, she swung her back leg up and forward, the arch of her foot flying up between my legs and directly into the underside of my testicles.

This time the impact literally took my breath away. I made a grunt of pain and immediately clapped my hands over my balls as pain shot through me like a lightning bolt. As Jennifer pulled back from the kick, I doubled over. My knees buckled and I sank down to my knees on the carpet. "Oh fuck," I whispered.

"Oh my gosh," Jennifer said. "I really pulled that kick, I didn't mean to kick you hard!"

"It's OK," I grunted through the pain. Then the second wave hit, right up through my gut into my stomach. I folded over until my head was on the ground. I stayed in that position, making little whimpering sounds, as Jennifer came over and patted and rubbed my back.

"Oh my gosh you really are so vulnerable," she said. "Are you OK?"

But I couldn't answer, I could only groan and focus on the pain in the lower half of my body. Jennifer flitted nervously around me, asking again if I was OK. "I'm OK," I managed to say through gritted teeth. Jennifer sat down on the carpet next to my head, rubbing the back of my head and trying to comfort me.

I knelt there on the carpet in agony, making grunting sounds and trying to catch my breath. I guess I was probably down for about five minutes or so. At least I didn't cry, I thought. Or throw up. That would have been too embarrassing. After about five minutes I straightened back up, breathing heavily, still holding my balls. Jennifer came over and put her hands on my head, giving me a scalp massage. Then after a couple more minutes, I extended one arm and she helped me stagger to my feet. I staggered over a few steps and collapsed onto the beanbag chair. Jennifer plunked herself down beside me again.

"Was that what you wanted?", I asked her. "I don't think I can take any more after that."

"Oh no, that was perfect," she said. "I can't believe you went through that for me. I definitely owe you a naked dance."

At the mention of naked dancing I started to get a little hard, despite the lingering pain that was still cramping up my gut. I laughed "I don't know if I'm in any condition to appreciate it right now," I said, putting one hand over my eyes.

"Are you OK?", she checked, worriedly. "You're not injured, are you?"

"I'm pretty sure I'm not injured," I reassured her.

"Is there anything I can do to make it better?", Jennifer asked, rubbing her hand on my stomach. "I guess it doesn't make sense to give them a massage."

"BACK OFF my balls!", I growled. "You and my balls aren't on speaking terms for a while."

That made her laugh. We lay there and joked around for a while while I slowly recovered. She made us some cocktails (making drinks is another hobby of hers), which helped take the edge off the aching pain. She also had me turn over on the beanbag chair and gave me a back rub. Surprisingly, having my lower back massaged did help a little bit with the pain.

After about an hour, Jennifer patted me on the stomach and said "Hold on, I need to get something. Be right back." She took a while getting back. I lay there gently feeling my balls and wondering if everything was OK down there. The right one seemed a little swollen, and they were both tender and sore, but I think they were both OK. That was a relief. I shuddered thinking what it would have been like if she hadn't pulled her kick.

Then Jennifer came back. She had changed into a silk robe, and she was carrying her laptop. Immediately I felt myself getting hard. Was this...no, it couldn't be! I sat up in the beanbag chair.

Jennifer put the laptop on a side table and loaded something up, then turned to face me. Her face was blushing bright red, but she had a determined expression. I didn't say anything, just watched. She reached down and pulled the cord of her robe, untying the knot. Then she threw the robe open, and she was completely naked underneath.

I had never seen my best friend naked before. She was absolutely gorgeous. Of course the first thing I looked at was her crotch, I couldn't help it. She was completely shaved, but you could barely see any lips at all from the front. Her breasts were medium-sized and round and perfect, with dark red nipples. I had to move around to try to hide my obvious erection. It still hurt to move.

Then she turned and hit a button on the laptop, and the song began. It was Blackpink's "How You Like That". Jennifer turned back around and launched into the dance. She knew it perfectly.

I'm sure my eyes were bugging out of my head, because watching her do that dance completely naked was the hottest thing I had ever seen. I shifted around on the beanbag chair, trying to hide my erection, but that just made my dick rub up against my sweatpants and got me more aroused.

I don't know if you've ever seen the dance for "How You Like That", but at the very end there's a part where they get down on the floor and spin around. When Jennifer did that, in all her naked glory, it was just too much for me. With a gasp I felt myself coming in my pants. That was very painful, since my balls were still in their busted condition. I felt like my balls were convulsing.

I didn't know what to do. I was sitting there with a wet stain spreading all over the front of my sweatpants. There was no hiding it at all. I think Jennifer was focusing on her dance, so she didn't even notice until after the song was over. She got up, and looked over at me, and when she saw what had happened her hand went up to her mouth. "Oh my gosh," she said, and started laughing.

I was incredibly embarrassed, but I just shrugged and said "Sorry, that was too hot."

Jennifer laughed, and ran over and plunked herself down on the beanbag chair next to me, still naked. "I can't believe I made you cream your pants," she said. "You must think I'm pretty sexy."

"Sexy doesn't begin to cover it," I said. I massaged my throbbing lower abdomen. The presence of Jennifer next to me without a stitch of clothing on her was making me hard immediately again. And that was creating yet more ball pain.

"I'm sorry," Jennifer said, rubbing my hair. "I kicked your balls AND embarrassed you in the same night. I'm a crappy friend."

"No, you're good," I said. "What's a little ball-busting and premature ejaculation between friends?"

She laughed. Then she grabbed my head and turned it to the side, and kissed me. I was surprised for a second, but I kissed her back. We made out for a few minutes.

Then she pulled away and said "Want to be more than friends?"

I looked into her eyes. She was so gorgeous. "Was kicking my balls and dancing naked for me just your awkward autistic way of telling me you wanted to make our relationship non-platonic?", I asked.

She blinked and thought about that. "I guess maybe it was," she said. "I didn't think of that, but yeah, maybe."

I laughed, and put one arm around her bare waist, wincing slightly as the shift of position sent some pain through my tender testicles. "OK," I said, "Let's do it. But on one condition, which is that you kicking my balls can't be part of our sex life. I want to still be able to have kids some day."

She nodded. "OK. How about just like, a little slap or a flick sometimes, just to remember today?"

I grimaced. "How about we have normal sex before we start talking about kink?"

"Deal," Jennifer said. She got up and took my hand and helped me up out of the beanbag chair. I got a pretty amazing view of her naked body as she did. It was only partially spoiled by the fact that getting up sent new waves of pain through my crotch. I gasped a little, trying not to look like I was in pain.

"Don't worry, we'll take it easy tonight," Jennifer said, as she led me slowly to her bedroom.

(THE END)

(There's a sequel to this story called "[Jennifer's demonstration](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/198lbcn/jennifers_demonstration/)".)