Emotional support [mf]

Kim took a deep breath, crumbled the cloth up into a small ball and nailed her 3 point shot to the laundry basket. She pulled on a T-shirt, a little annoyed by how she filled out her usually cool baggy shirt but let it slide. Yeah it looked a bit shit, but she was the only one likely to see and it did feel nice to let her chest off the hook for a while.

Usually she didn’t take off the cloth she used to bind her fairly large breasts until just before bed, but sometimes you just need a break and today was one of those days. Coach had been on her ass all day about that missed shot during the final play and she could only play it cool for so long knowing full well that her blunder cost them the game.

She lay down on the bed and just stared up at the ceiling, perhaps she really didn’t have what it took, it’s not like it was the first time she choked an important shot.

“You need to clean this place up man.” A familiar voice came from the door and she turned her head to see Mike standing there admiring the carnage of her room. “How do you even find anything?”

“Controlled chaos.” Kim shrugged. “Dad let you in?”

“Controlled my ass.” Mike said picking up some old socks from the floor and heading for a pile of clothes.

“That’s the clean pile, laundry in the corner.” Kim corrected and Mike shook his head in disbelief as he deposited it in the basket.

“You doing okay?” Mike asked turning to look at Kim for the first time since entering.

“Sure, why wouldn’t I be?” Kim shrugged, returning to her fascinating study of the ceiling.

“Come on, rumors of that pricks tirade went cross campus before it was even done, and you skipped Biology.” He noted as she felt the bed sink a little when he sat down at the foot of the bed.

“I blew it, everybody knows it, coach is just the only one saying it.” Kim muttered.

“It was a pretty spectacular fail.” Mike agreed and Kim gave him a small kick for his trouble.

“Gee thanks for the cheering up.” Kim growled as Mike caught her foot and put it in his lap.

“You know me, always at your service.” Mike laughed and gave her foot a little squeeze. For a while none of them said anything, Kim just stared at the ceiling and Mike rubbed her foot a little every once in a while.

“Why are you here?” Kim finally broke the silence. “I thought I made it pretty clear I wanted to be alone.”

“Yeah well Mr. Johnson always says that what someone wants and what they need are often at odds.” Mike responded.

“Enough of your psych 101 bullshit.” Kim chuckled.

“Alright, I just wanted to check on you, make sure you didn’t do anything rash.”

Kim raised her head to look at Mike over her chest. “You thought I was gonna kill myself?”

“You’re stubborn ass? No way in hell.” Mike laughed still focused on the captured foot. “Quitting the team? That seemed more your style of rash decision making.”

“Well… I’m a liability as the coach made oh so very clear for everyone within earshot, so why shouldn’t I quit?” Kim snapped back.

Mike just gave her a look with those annoying ‘I know better’ eyes of his. “Cause you enjoy playing.” And with that Kim’s anger drained out of her and she dropped her head back to the bed.

“I’m not even sure coach will let me play again.” Kim said quietly.

“He’ll come around.” Mike said matter of factly.

Kim fell quiet again and just let time pass for a while. She snuck a glance at Mike from around her chest and saw him absentmindedly caressing her foot as he stared off into space.

“Hey, can I ask you a question?” Kim asked watching him shake himself out of his trance. “How come you never made a pass on me?” She immediately regretted her question as she saw the expression of hurt on his face and his caressing of her foot stopped abruptly.

“Hell of a question to ask.” Mike said in a playful tone that was at odds with the sad look in his eyes.

“Just that first few weeks with Kathryn, Michelle and Henrietta. Half the campus thought you were working your way through everyone.” Kim said in what she hoped was a jokey tone.

“I got… really drunk at those first few parties.” Mike said quietly. “Did stuff I’m not proud of… kind of hoped you knew I wasn’t like that.”

“I do, but I’ve seen you drunk off your ass and even then you didn’t do anything.” Kim said.

“I fake it.”

“What?”

“Being drunk.” Mike clarified. “I mix weak drinks and drink slowly… I don’t think I’ve been drunk for like a year and a half.”

Kim pushed herself up on her elbows to get a good look at him. “Shit man, really?”

“Yeah.” Mike said not meeting her eyes. “Haven’t wanted to risk it.”

“I don’t think it’s healthy to be that afraid of yourself.” Kim noted.

“Now who’s doing psychology 101?” Mike asked giving her a look and a genuine smile.

“For the first month I wasn’t sure if you even knew I was a girl.” Kim said as she lied back down and she felt his caressing of her foot start back up.

“Why? Cause you like to hide your chest?” Mike chuckled. “It’s not like it diminishes the rest of you.”

“The rest of me?”

“Face, eyes, hips… feet.” Mike muttered the last one and stopped caressing her foot but when she made no move to pull it away he slowly started up again. “Breasts or no you look stunning.”

“So why didn’t you make a pass on me?” Kim asked again.

“You didn’t seem interested.” Mike shrugged. “I can respect that, no matter what people say about me. We’re friends and I’m happy with that.”

Kim sat up properly, feeling the weight of her chest pulling her down. She scooted down the bed towards him, his hands moving from her foot to her thigh as she closed in around him. Kim put her arms around him from the side and pulled him into a hug. “Thanks.” She just said as she wrapped her legs around him as well.

For a while she just held him like that, his hands switching between softly caressing her arm around his chest and the thigh in his lap.

“Do you wanna go shoot a few hoops?” Mike asked after a few minutes had passed in their quiet embrace, shifting his weight slightly as she started to feel something against her thigh.

“Sure.” Kim said but made no effort to move for another minute or so before she finally let go of him. Mike got up rather quickly from the bed and with the trained nonchalance of a hormonal teenager shifted his pants slightly to hide what had been growing within.

Kim slowly got to her feet as well and reached out for one of her binding cloths from the clean pile but decided against it. “Figure you need the handicap of me being off balance.” She smirked to Mike as he spotted it.

“Big words from the big choker.” Mike laughed as he reached the door and Kim caught up with him, putting an arm around his waist as they went into the hall. Mike looked up at her surprised as she caressed his waist a little while they walked.

“If it’s you, I could be interested.” She just smiled to him and placed a soft kiss on his cheek.

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It’s not like Mike hadn’t known it before they started, but the truth of it still hurt, he would need a WAY bigger handicap to stand a chance. Kim drippled past him with the ease of seasoned pro and sunk another dunk into the backyard hoop.

“Alright this is getting ridiculous.” Mike laughed as he caught the ball and went on the offensive, feigning left before going right and being completely read by his opponent.

“You’re only twenty something points behind, don’t give up now.” Kim smirked as she blocked his approach, she was a quarter-step behind where she wanted to be with the weight of her breasts swinging around, but that was still leagues ahead Mike.

Mike made another move to go right and when she followed he took two quick steps backwards and fired off his shot from the crack that marked their 3 point line. The direction was good but a blur of black hair rose into his field of vision, followed by a look of intense concentration as the rest of Kim followed. She blocked the shot a fraction of a second after it left his hands and as her palm knocked it away Mike was staring straight into the free falling breasts just barely visible through the t shirt. He watched them bounce as she landed with a triumphant smirk and managed to tear his eyes away from them only after she noticed his gaze.

“We should probably call it quits.” Mike muttered as he went red in the face. “If that doesn’t get past you I don’t know what I’ve got left.”

“It usually helps if you keep your eyes on the ball.” Kim said with a playful smile as she retrieved the ball.

“Sorry.” Mike muttered shamefully as she bounced the ball off of his head.

“Don’t give me that.” Kim demanded catching the ball again. “I’m the one who didn’t cover up. It would be weird if it wasn’t a little distracting.”

“I suppose so.” Mike conceded, rubbing his head where the ball had hit. “I really thought it was going to let me stand a chance though.”

“It’s not like my boobs are kryptonite.” Kim grinned as she tossed the ball into the garage. “I’ve still got way more skill than you’ll ever have.”

“Always the graceful victor.” Mike chuckled and sat down on one of the dollar store lawn chairs.

“You want a participation award or something?” Kim grinned as she walked behind Mike and placed her hands on his shoulders giving them a tight squeeze. “No wonder you can’t shoot for shit, you’re muscles are beyond tense.” Kim said as she dug her fingers in and Mike let out a wail of pain. “Oh quiet down, I’m just loosening you up a little.” She claimed as she began to massage his shoulders.

“If this is what it takes to become loose I think I prefer to be stiff.” Kim winced.

“Don’t be a baby.” Kim smirked as she leaned a little closer, her breasts pushing against Mike’s back and his wincing immediately quieted down significantly. “It’s not that bad is it?” She asked watching him still squirming under her touch.

“I guess not.” Mike said barely managing to keep a whimper out of his voice by focusing on the soft things pressing against his back rather than the hands. She knew right? She had to know, Mike was pretty sure girls had feelings in their breasts so she had to know right? Mike began to shift in his cheap plastic seat a little but felt Kim’s hand dig in hard as he did so.

“If I’m not hiding today neither are you.” Kim demanded and Mike sat still as she kept massaging him, pressing her breasts against his back every chance she got. She let her hands do their work unattended and instead focused her eyes on Mike shorts and the tent that was steadily growing in them. She’d seen him in pretty tight shorts before and never noticed much of a bulge, but the growth was pretty impressive. “I’m not the only one who likes to hide my size.” She commented and could almost see the steam rising up from his flushing face.

“It’s not much to look at when it’s not, you know.” He said shifting his weight a little, clearly embarrassed by feeling on display. The soft pressure left his back along with the terrorizing fingers but before he could start to wonder what was going on the soft press was back. It felt slightly different, a bit warmer, a bit softer, and just as he opened his mouth to ask one of Kim’s hands dropped her t shirt onto the ground in front of him.

Kim didn’t say anything, but her hands ran down his chest instead of resuming the painful massage and she leaned down to his level, kissing his cheek. Her hands continued down his chest and brushed up against the warm shaft holding up his tent. He let out a moan as she caressed it through his shorts and turned his head to hers. She was too close for him to see much of her but he still found what he was looking for, catching her lips in a kiss as she slipped a hand inside his shorts.

Mike kissed her thin lips happily as he felt her fingers wrap around his cock and begin to slowly stroke it up and down. Her fingers were rougher than he had expected but her touch was gentle and she responded to each kiss with one of her own. Kim’s free hand pulled the shorts down below the cock, allowing it out into the sun as she stroked it. It was exhilarating, only a wooden fence blocked out the outside world and here he sat with his cock out for anyone to see and his best friend’s breasts pushing against his back.

Kim rose up away from his lips and just as he was about to complain he felt her breasts squeezing around his neck. It was unlikely anything he had experienced before, the soft breasts pushed against him and by turning his head till his neck hurt he could just barely lick at the nipple that stuck out in front. He was awarded with a soft moan, making his heart jump and his cock throb beneath her fingers. He kept licking at the nipple, feeling it slowly turn hard against his tongue as her hand on his cock slowly sped up.

He looked so delicious in the sun, his throbbing cock reacting to her finger’s every move and his tongue continually reaching out for her nipple. She squeezed her breasts a little tighter around him as one of his hands came up and began to awkwardly massage the other breast. It felt good, but not nearly as good as it felt to watch him fidget under her touch. Mike’s other hand reached down to his cock, interlocking his fingers in with hers and slightly adjusting the speed and force. They were jerking him off together and it showed clear results, his cock throbbed beneath their fingers and she could feel his whole body tensing beneath her.

His hand stopped as Kim kept going, feeling the tension in him rise before it suddenly broke. The cock erupted in a rope of white cum that was launched into the air before splashing down on the ground. The rest of his body got caught up in the climax as well, making small spasms every time she stroked down and another rope of cum burst forth. He let out a small whimper as yet another rope of cum was forced out of him and then the tension that had kept his body up was all drained away and he slumped into the chair. Cum still drippled out of his cock and down between her fingers as she gently stroked him through the afterglow, but there was no force behind it anymore.

Kim leaned down, pulling her breasts away from Mike’s lips to give them a kiss instead. He returned it with tired lips and Kim nodded forward as the spray of white drops that littered the ground in front of him. “That was definitely a 3 pointer.” She smirked and gave him another kiss on the cheek.

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