That's What Friends Are For, part 2
Sorry for the lack of actual busts in this part; it's mostly a setup for what comes after. The first 3 paragraphs are something that actually happened to me (with the names changed, obviously), and everything after that is what I imagine might have happened if I'd had the guts to ask her to kick me.
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It struck me again every time I saw her what an incredibly powerful body Sophie had. She was an Amazon. Even while exercising, she let her brown hair flow down to her waist. Her torso was clad only in a sports bra, showing off her hips nearly twice the width of her waist, her perfectly flat stomach and her anything-but-flat chest - She knew any effort to conceal the bounce of her C-cups was pointless. Her dark blue training tights betrayed every last contour of a muscular behind and the strongest legs I’d ever seen, toned by years of netball and MMA training. The latter also made her a dangerous fighter - She’d said before that all the boys at MMA were scared of her. All of this combined meant that I felt an electric mixture of aroused and terrified when she suggested we should pair up. I offered to hold the pads so she could box. It was the best and most painful decision I ever made.
The instructor gave us several sets of different strikes to work through. I was shaken immediately by the force and genuine aggression with which Sophie hammered the pads with her gloved fists. Her jiggling chest made it hard to concentrate on keeping the pads straight and I almost took a few hits to the face. This didn’t usually turn me on but it was pretty difficult not to be aroused when this woman was radiating sheer power as she pummeled my hands. I felt myself getting harder by the second and prayed it wasn’t noticeable, but all those worries went out the window when the instructor announced that the next set would be kicks and knees.
I looked around the room. I don’t think it was coincidence that all of the pad-holders - most of them women - had their pads at groin height. When a woman wants to hit hard, she knows exactly what part of the body to visualise as her target. I braced myself as Sophie turned to one side and went into a fighting stance, then snapped her back leg up at light speed, smacking her Nike trainer into the pad with a perfect *thud*. She re-chambered her leg and annihilated the pad with another nine snap kicks, each one inching ever so slightly towards my crotch. She seemed oblivious to the fact that by this point I was breathless just from watching her, as she turned to face me again, making full eye contact. Her stare told me she knew just how much power she had over me as she proceeded to place her hands on top of mine and unleash a barrage of knees into the pad. I could feel her thinking ‘if I was only a few inches closer…’, but instead she stepped away and smiled, satisfied with her display of power.
Those minutes repeated in my mind for the rest of the class. We switched roles, but I couldn’t concentrate on my strikes. After the class we were cooling down, away from the other participants, when I decided that I needed to feel that again, and there probably wouldn’t be a better time.
‘Hey, Sophie…’
‘Yeah?’
‘Your kicks tonight were, uh, pretty great. Do you like, visualise something when you kick?’
She was thrown off guard for a moment, before she clearly decided honesty was the best policy. ‘…Yeah. My little brother is a total dick, and I kind of wish I could just kick him, you know… *there*. But Mum would be so mad, and I really don’t want to do real damage. But it’s fun to imagine.’
‘So you’ve never actually, like, kicked a guy in the nuts?’
‘No! I’ve wanted to, but I don’t know if they really deserved it, you know?’
‘Well, uh, I’ve never been hit there, and I was kind of wondering what it feels like, so, if you want to, like, try it on me…’
‘Are you serious?’ She tried to look apprehensive, but her eyes lit up.
‘I mean, yeah, I think so. Or like, a knee, or whatever you think…’ This was going better than I had ever imagined. I felt myself getting harder again. I discreetly adjusted my member out of the way of what would soon be the impact zone.
‘...Ok, let’s do it. You should probably, like, stand up.’
I obeyed, and spread my legs. Sophie assumed the fighting stance again, fists in front of her chest and her right leg back. ‘Are you sure you want to do this? I’m pretty strong.’
I was nervous, but I nodded. Sophie closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths. After the raw power she’d unleashed on the pads, I was surprised she had to psych herself up for the real thing. Finally, she seemed sure of herself, opening her eyes and looking straight into mine with complete conviction. I felt a sudden connection, like we were doing this together. And as we stared silently, her right foot sprang up from the ground and slammed in between my legs. There was a brief moment of euphoria before my knees buckled and I crumpled to the ground.
Sophie stared in shock. I guess I was wrong; she hadn’t realised how strong she was until now. Eventually processing what she’d done, she rushed over to where I was curled up and started to apologise. ‘Fuck! I had no idea that would happen! I’m so sorry!’
I rolled over to look at her, and after a few breaths I found the energy to speak. ‘Actually… if you’re ever, like really mad at your brother, and you need to take it out on something… I’d be happy to let you.’
‘You… want me to do that? Again? But oh my God, it must have hurt you so much!’
Still trying to hide how much I was enjoying this despite the pain, I considered my answer. ‘It’s ok. That’s what friends are for.’
‘You’d really do that for me? Aww, thank you so much!’
I guess I answered correctly. ‘So, like, did you like doing that then?’
‘Oh my God, I kind of feel like I could do anything! I need to feel powerful like this more often!’
‘Well, I’m always here.’
She helped me to my feet and we rejoined the group, but now everything was different. I couldn’t wait for the next time. And I felt like Sophie wouldn’t make me wait too long.