That's What Friends Are For, part 4

Sophie left the room while I got dressed, putting on a t-shirt, loose board shorts, and tight underwear to keep everything where it should be. I checked the time; it was 6:30, so we probably had half an hour before anyone else woke up, provided we weren’t too loud.

I opened the door and let Sophie back into my room. Now that I was standing, I could properly appreciate the view that her top’s neckline allowed. The thin chain necklace she always wore drew all attention to the point where it disappeared into her ample cleavage.

She clapped twice quickly. ‘Okay! I have a lot of things to work through. Let’s get started.’ She grasped my shoulders firmly, pulled me towards her and kneed me hard. I bent over, but she pulled me upright as she swung her leg back and pumped it into my manhood again and again. On the last hit she held her knee in place, forcing my swelling testes apart as she ground it back and forth, pushing her kneecap harder into my nuts with every second. Just as I felt like they were about to burst she released me and I fell at her feet. It was hard to resist the urge to kiss her boot as she nudged my chin up with her toe, causing me to fall onto my back.

Seeing me lying in front of her gave Sophie an idea. ‘Hey, can I try something? I’ve seen other girls do this and it looks like it would feel amazing.’

I wasn’t sure what she meant but nodded. Sophie leaned down and grabbed my ankles, lifting them either side of her waist. Then she lifted her left foot and hovered it a foot above my groin. My cock sprang up in anticipation of what I knew would be the most pain she’d ever inflicted on me. But instead of unleashing her full power on me, she just held her foot in the air. The wait was more agonising than any kick. Sophie was intentionally teasing me now, twitching her foot ever so slightly and smiling when I flinched. She knew now that she controlled me completely.

She finally let go of my legs to wipe her forehead. ‘This is a real workout! I’m getting hot. You don’t mind if I, uh, lose a layer, do you?’

Sophie didn’t wait for an answer before grasping the bottom of her singlet and peeling it off over her head. Her bosom jiggled as it slipped out of her top. Her bra was plain and black, but it was clearly a size too small as she bulged out of it. She also pulled off her boots. Underneath, her nail polish was sky blue.

I lay there awestruck by her figure as Sophie cocked her hip to one side and rested her hand there. But she suddenly looked thoughtful and hesitant. She opened her mouth to say something but stopped.

‘What’s up? You know you can tell me anything,’ I said.

‘Well… It’s totally OK if it’s too far… but I was thinking, I really wish I could see my target better. Make my kicks more accurate. Do you think you could, maybe… Do it without the shorts?’

I breathed in sharply. Of course I wanted to, but there would be no more hiding my ‘feelings’. In my tight briefs, my package would be on full display. I thought for a second and said ‘Well, if you’re sure. I’ll do whatever you think is best.’

‘Oh, thank you so much!’ Her smile was in genuine relief. But her eyes widened as I pulled my shorts off to reveal the obvious bulge in my underwear. It only took a moment for her to process the new information before she smirked. ‘Wait. Are you, like, actually enjoying this? Look at you! That’s pretty fucked up. But I shouldn’t really judge. I’m the one kicking a guy’s nuts in for fun.’

‘I… Yeah. I like it when you do that. I love how strong you are.’

‘Ha, I don’t blame you. But now that I’m not restricted by my shirt and your pants, we’ll see how strong I really am. Can you stand up? I want to try more kicks.’

I got up and spread my legs as Sophie assumed a fighting stance. She once again channeled her rage into her powerhouse of a body and tensed the muscles in her thighs. She let fly a perfectly aimed snap kick and the instep of her bare foot obliterated my now barely protected nutsack. Groaning, I steadied myself on the wall behind me, and Sophie’s mostly uncovered chest bounced as she returned her leg to its position. Now she was kicking me exactly like she’d kicked the pad, and her full potential was both exhilarating and terrifying. She kicked out again, this time even harder. She only connected for a fraction of a second, but she hit me with such force that I felt my testes in the back of my throat. Sophie whipped her leg up and back at lightning speed, every *thwack* bringing me closer to both ecstasy and unconsciousness. I felt my eyes roll back from both as I crumpled to the ground again.

I didn’t quite black out - I remember every second of that pain, and Sophie panting in satisfaction as we both recovered. I heard her say ‘Let’s try something softer now. I’m getting tired.’ I tried to recover and prepare for the next onslaught I knew was coming.