Stretched Out, Part 4

Isabelle Holland glanced sidelong at her best friend and current yoga partner, who was not particularly focused on the exercises. In fact, Skylar kept frequently adjusting her position so she was easily able to glance behind them. Isabelle looked over her own shoulder and saw that Jace and Emily looked quite friendly over there. Of course, it was kind of hard not to look friendly with this current stretch that Daphne and Kayla had them doing. All the pairs in the room were sitting facing each other currently, legs outstretched in a sort of V shape, their bare feet pressing together while they held hands to help each other through the stretch. Isabelle currently held Skylar's hands in her own, and her own bare feet were pressing flat against Skylar's.

However, despite the instructors' instruction to look into each other's eyes the entire time, Skylar kept stealing glances off to her right where Jace and Emily were in the same pose. There was enough space between the pairs that Isabelle couldn't hear what they were talking about, but whatever Jace had said, it made Emily laugh. Isabelle's eyes flicked between the other pair, her eyes lingering on her handsome blond cousin with the gorgeous teal eyes that him and like 95% of the Franklin family had. Isabelle found it supremely unfair that she didn't have those teal eyes. Logically, of course, she knew that the teal eyes came from Danielle's mother, and Isabelle and Danielle shared no blood, but she still had wanted those teal eyes her entire life. They were unique and cool, Izzy had always thought. Then, glancing over at Jace's partner, she saw that her volleyball teammate looked quite happy at that moment. She knew Jace and Emily had been much closer back in middle school, but it was a surprise to see how familiar the pair of them looked. Of course, Isabelle mused, her eyes flicking over the caramel-skinned Latina in that cropped black tank top which showed off her flat toned stomach, she could probably guess why Jace was so interested in rekindling that friendship.

The thought brought an unexpectedly sour feeling to Isabelle, and she shoved it away mentally. Instead, she glanced back to Skylar, catching her best friend's green eyes green with envy.

"You going to be staring jealously over at them the entire time?" Isabelle muttered. Skylar rolled her eyes.

"Don't be ridiculous, Isabelle." Skylar huffed. "I'm just looking around the room."

"Riiiiight." Isabelle smirked. "You know, sooner or later you're going to have to confess you're totally in love with my cousin or you're gonna have to stop getting grumpy when he talks to other girls."

"I am not in love with Jace." Skylar snapped back. "Stop being ridiculous."

"I know you're trying to keep up your reputation as this big bad queen for some reason-" Isabelle tried, but Skylar rolled her eyes again.

"Izzy, just stop, babe. You're way off." Skylar said, but she didn't quite look Isabelle in the eye as she said it. Some days, Isabelle wondered whether Skylar was lying to herself more than anyone else.

"Alright, alright. I'll stop." Isabelle exhaled. "I'm just saying though, you can't sit on the fence forever."

"I'm not sitting on any fence. Jace and I are just friends who fuck, you're being ridiculous. I am not in love with anybody, and I never have been." Skylar insisted.

"I mean, there was that one guy you had a massive crush on." Isabelle pointed out. "What was his name again? He was like two years above us, right?"

"I don't know who you're talking about." Skylar said with a sniff.

"Yes, you do." Isabelle grinned.

"What is with you today?" Skylar demanded. "Stop trying to make up a love life for me. I'm out enjoying myself in my senior year, having sex with anybody I want."

"Gotcha, gotcha... and when was the last time that wasn't Jace?" Isabelle asked innocently.

Skylar's green eyes narrowed, and it took her just a second before responding. "I'm not one to kiss and tell, but I did have a very naughty encounter in a shower with a sexy redhead."

"Did you really?" Isabelle asked, looking surprised. "Who? Ruby from the cheer squad? I know she thinks you're scorching hot."

"Everyone thinks that." Skylar said smugly.

"Always nice to be humble." Isabelle said wryly.

"Humility doesn't suit a heiress." Skylar shrugged.

"Oh, here we go." Isabelle muttered. "Look, you don't need to be going around pretending you aren't into Jace, I'm pretty sure he'd respond with a hell yeah if you asked him. All you gotta do is flash those new tits of yours."

Isabelle tipped her head meaningfully towards Skylar's chest, her best friend's newly blossomed D cups that were currently stretching out a light green sports bra.

"For your information, Jace has already seen the girls post-growth spurt." Skylar retorted, bouncing lightly on the ground to make them jiggle. "And second of all, and most importantly, I'm not trying to date Jace. You're being extremely pushy today, Bell. You itching to get fucked or something? You're pent up and trying to push your dirty thoughts on me?"

"What? No!" Isabelle protested. "I'm just trying to help you since you spend so much of your time looking jealously at whoever Jace is talking to."

"I do not." Skylar scowled.

"Alright, everyone!" Daphne spoke up, interrupting the squabbling between Isabelle and Skylar. Both girls looked over to the instructors, who began to detail the next stretch.

This one, Kayla explained, was going to be a back to back stretch where they would be sitting cross-legged and taking turns twisting around, using their partner's thigh or knee to help them deepen the stretch. Seemed pretty straightforward to Isabelle, who adjusted so she was sat facing towards Jace and Emily. She didn't want Skylar distracted and looking over at Jace while Isabelle was trying to do some yoga. Jace and Emily sat down back to back as well, and it ended up being Jace who was facing Isabelle. He quirked a grin at her, one she returned with a soft laugh.

"Alright, looks like everyone is in position. Remember, turn and reach out for your partner's knee or thigh, whichever you're able to reach comfortably." Daphne called to the class.

Isabelle went first, twisting around so she could grab Skylar's thigh and use it to help her turn deeper into the twist. They alternated back and forth a few times, until for some reason Skylar decided to reach around and grab at Isabelle's tits during one of Izzy's twist.

"Hey!" Isabelle protested, rocking backwards so her shoulders knocked against Skylar's. "No groping."

"Understood, loud and clear." Skylar said in that voice she used to sound totally innocent, which definitely made Isabelle suspicious of her scheming best friend. Skylar reached around quickly for her turn, grabbing Izzy's knee and twisting before turning back around. Isabelle warily twisted around for her turn, using Skylar's thigh for a nice good stretch, expecting a second grope at any second.

She did not expect, however, to twist back around and feel her sports bra open up, the typically zipped (and now mysteriously unzipped) front of it falling open to let her tanned DDs surge out. Isabelle gasped in embarrassed shock, and reached up to close the bra, but arms hooked through hers, pinning her arms there so she could not reach up and cover up her tits. Said tits swung freely as Isabelle struggled against Skylar's arms hooked through hers, but the heiress was unyielding.

"What was that about me needing to flash my tits again?" Skylar pondered in that too-innocent voice. "Huh, I can't quite remember."

"Are you kidding me?!" Isabelle protested, her face turning bright red when she met Jace's eyes. Or, well, she looked at Jace's eyes. His eyes were looking considerably lower than her face. Isabelle groaned in mortified horror, still struggling in vain against Skylar's hooked arms, which was just making her tits sway and bounce, she knew. Jace finally looked up from her revealed tanned breasts, and Isabelle, deeply flushed with embarrassment and breathing hard, locked eyes with her cousin. Her thoughts were running a mile every mortifying second that passed, but she just couldn't tear her eyes off Jace, who was holding her gaze just as intensely.

"Oh, fuck yeah." a groan of enjoyment came off to Isabelle's left, and she looked over to see Evan Simmons, back to back with Amy's aunt Sierra and grinning openly at Isabelle's bared tits.

"Skylar!" Isabelle whined, her flushed face reaching a new heat. "Please!"

"I'm waiting for an apology, Bell." Skylar said, and Isabelle could hear the fucking smirk in her best friend's voice.

"Oh, you- I'm sorry, OK? Fuck!" Isabelle whimpered. "Please just let me cover up."

"Hmm. Was that sincere enough?" Skylar asked in a fake contemplating voice.

"You've got to be kidding me!" Isabelle exclaimed, making Skylar laugh and release her arms. Isabelle's arms were moving instantly, lifting first to cover her tits, the heavy melons squashing against her forearms as she turned away from Jace, Evan, and whoever else might have been looking. Hot with embarrassment, Isabelle tucked her tits back into her sports bra, zipping it back up all the way to the top.

"You're such a bitch sometimes." Isabelle snapped, standing and stalking out of the studio. She stormed into the lobby, heading for the changing room when she heard bare feet padding after her across the linoleum floor of the lobby. She turned, face still burning from embarrassment, and she glared daggers at Skylar, who stood there looking more apologetic than Isabelle had maybe ever seen her.

"I'm sorry." Skylar sighed. She moved forward swiftly and threw her arms around Isabelle tightly. For one, extremely petty moment, Isabelle thought about shoving Skylar away. Instead, she just sighed and wrapped her arms around her slim best friend. The girls' bosoms pressed together as they embraced.

"What the hell was that?" Isabelle demanded, her chin on Skylar's shoulder.

"I know, I know. I took it a bit far." Skylar admitted. "I'm not good at apologies, so I'm going to need you to stop interrupting."

"Not off to a great start there, Wayne." Isabelle scowled.

"Then shut up and let me be nice to you!" Skylar huffed. "Look, I really am sorry. I shouldn't have pinned your arms like that."

"And also shouldn't have unzipped my sports bra." Isabelle interjected.

"That was kind of deserved." Skylar shook her head, her loose blonde waves tickling Isabelle's cheek. "I should have let you be able to zip back up though. Pinning your arms was some bitchy behavior. I just... I get so pissed off when people try to tell me who I should be loving, or that I should love anyone at all."

"Lashing out like that because you got teased about a crush isn't normal, Sky." Isabelle pointed out.

"I... yeah, I know." Skylar mumbled. "There's something wrong with me when it comes to relationships, Iz. I can't picture myself being in one, it makes me feel like a caged animal just thinking about it. It's not even the monogamy part of it, that's fine, it's just... I don't know how to explain it."

Privately, Isabelle wondered about Skylar's upbringing. Watching her mother grieve alone her entire life couldn't have been something that just left zero impact on little Skylar, but Isabelle suspected Skylar wasn't in the mood for dissecting her childhood traumas right now.

"I'll stop teasing you about it then, but this was not cool." Isabelle said insistently.

"I know. I'll make it up to you somehow." Skylar huffed.

"You could walk into that room and flash your tits." Isabelle joked, but she was surprised when Skylar stepped backwards, holding her head up.

"If that makes us even, I'll do it." Skylar said firmly. "You're like a sister to me, Izzy, I shouldn't have done that to you."

"Wait, I wasn't being-" Isabelle protested, but Skylar had already wheeled around on her heel and walked back towards the studio doors.

"Oh my god." Isabelle gaped as Skylar pushed open the doors to the studio.

With the doors still ajar, Isabelle gaped from the lobby as Skylar reached up, unzipped her sports bra, and tossed it back towards Isabelle, the light green article landing on the linoleum floor. Isabelle stared at her now topless best friend and wondered, not for the first time, if Skylar Wayne was insane.

———

David Johnson looked over curiously as there was some kind of commotion over at the other side of the studio. He was sitting facing away from whatever had happened, so he was really surprised when Isabelle got to her feet and stormed out looking angry and embarrassed. She walked across the front row, passing Dana and Amy off to his left, then passing him and Olivia as she shoved open the studio doors and walked out into the lobby. The studio door was right next to David and Olivia, a pair of double doors that led out into the empty lobby.

Skylar was up and on her feet just an instant later, dashing out after Isabelle.

"What was that about?" David asked aloud, and he felt Olivia's shoulders move against his back as she shrugged.

"I'm not sure." came the worried voice of his extremely buxom blonde partner. "Hopefully everything's OK, I didn't see what happened over there.

"Yeah, I didn't see either." David agreed. "Isabelle looked really angry though."

"Hmm." Olivia said, confused. David looked over at Daphne and Kayla up at the front of the class in the instructors' spot. They both seemed to be discussing the disturbance too, talking between each other quietly while glancing towards the double doors. The pair of hot blondes talked quietly for a minute or two while David and Olivia kept doing the stretch, taking turns to reach around to grab each other's thigh. The stretch wasn't too difficult, but it was very difficult for David to focus both because Olivia kept grabbing his thigh not too far from where his cock was twitching against his leg, and every time he would twist around for his turn, he had an absolutely insane view down Olivia's mouthwatering cleavage. The tank top she wore was rather conservative, but being able to look right down it made those tits look anything but covered.

"Alright, I think we might take a quick break so we can see if Isabelle and Skylar are alright-" Kayla announced, rising to her feet, but before she could finish her sentence, the doors swung open, and Skylar walked back into the studio. She looked strangely determined, and David was just a few feet away as Skylar reached up and unzipped her sports bra. His jaw dropped and he gaped openly as Skylar shrugged off her sports bra and tossed it back into the lobby.

Skylar Wayne, quite possibly the most desirable girl in school, stood there before him wearing just a pair of light gray shorts, her tits fully out and in the open.

"Holy shit..." David groaned, his cock responding quickly to the stimuli before his hungry eyes. His already decently hard cock throbbed angrily as it stretched and grew hard as iron, pulsing against the leg of his shorts. Skylar's D cup tits were absolutely amazing to look at, and he thanked every god he could think of that she had had that growth spurt. They were big and round, capped with soft pink areolas and extremely pert nipples that could probably take someone's eyes out right now. His cock ached at the sight before him, and he froze when her pretty green eyes met his, but she just smiled faintly, a strange look to her eyes. It was almost... arousal? If David didn't know any better, he would think that Skylar was enjoying being ogled so openly by him and probably just about everyone else in the room. He didn't tear his eyes off Skylar's boobs to look around and check though, he had no idea how long she intended to stand there, and he was much more focused on committing those gorgeous melons to memory.

"I was extremely wrong for embarrassing Izzy by unzipping her sports bra just now." Skylar announced to the class. "I am showing off my tits in solidarity so that she is not alone in being topless and ogled."

A wolf whistle cut through the room, following by an unmistakable 'whoop' that must have been Evan. Skylar giggled at that, which made those pretty tits of hers bounce freely. Fuck, how on earth was Skylar Wayne that sexy? But what was that about Izzy being topless, had David missed something incredible?

"That's about the same length of time I kept Izzy topless." Skylar said after a moment, and she gave a little curtsy that had her tits dangling freely beneath her when she leaned down to do it. "Thank you for helping me make it up to my best friend."

Skylar blew a few kisses, including one to David which made his eyes widen, and then she walked back out into the lobby like nothing had happened.

"What the fuck?!" David heard Isabelle's voice shout from the lobby before the doors swung closed behind Skylar.

"I think that's the best thing that's ever happened at one of these." Daphne said cheerfully.

"Um.." an absolutely shocked Kayla took a few moments to get her composure back, before clearing her throat. "Let's, uh, let's get back to stretching."

———

Jenson Barnes exhaled through his mouth in appreciation at the view before him. Sure, right in front of him was two great asses, those belonging to the blue-eyed and black haired Kaitlyn Simmons and the voluptuous brown-haired Abigail Robinson. Both of those women were impressive, no question about it.

Yet, the view that Jenson was far more impressed by was that of his partner for today’s yoga session, the incomparable Danielle Holland. The lovely blonde was looking phenomenal in her sporty attire, so phenomenal, in fact, that she had certain southern regions of his body stirring every time he looked at her.

She wore these skintight black leggings that stretched across her every single mouthwatering curve, giving Jenson a hell of a view to look at. On her upper half she wore a black and purple sports bra that accentuated her bosom very nicely, pressing her melons together to form some golden tan cleavage.

“Ahem. I think you’re supposed to be stretching something.” Her teal eyes trailed meaningfully downwards, a wry smile on her face. “Something other than your shorts, that is. Still thinking about Skylar's little show and tell?”

Jenson chuckled. “She's a sexy little thing, but that’s a stretch I can’t help myself from doing around you.”

Danielle looked rather pleased to hear that, but she still made an impatient gesture and Jenson sighed and sat down.

He followed Daphne’s instructions, listening to the youngest Franklin sister and sitting down back to back with the middle Franklin. They both sat up with proper posture, their backs directly in contact. Danielle was first to stretch around to the side and grab his knee, using it as an anchor to help her stretch.

She released his knee and Jenson mirrored her action, turning around to grab her knee, but he let his hand slide casually up her thigh as he turned back around the other direction. Against his back, he could feel her body shake with the small laugh he heard slip from her lips.

“Enjoying yourself?” Danielle murmured as she reached around to grab his knee, her fingers sliding purposely up his thigh and her fingertips brushing against the rather prominent bulge in his shorts. “Oh, yes, I can tell you are.”

“Not my fault I’ve got such a sexy partner.” Jenson murmured back as it was his turn to stretch.

“Aww, you think I’m sexy?” she teased, bumping her back against his as she turned around for her turn.

“You know very well how much I think that.” Jenson said meaningfully, and Danielle quieted. He expected the same memories he had in his mind’s eye right now were flashing across her mind, and those recollections were doing nothing to make the tent in his gym shorts less noticeable.

“It’s been a long time since then.” Danielle said simply.

“And you’ve only gotten hotter.” Jenson told her as he reached around for his turn, making no pretense at grabbing her knee, instead just squeezing her thigh.

“You don’t prefer tight teenaged Dani?” Danielle asked, just slightly sarcastically.

“She’s certainly a fond memory of mine, I'm a sucker for gorgeous young blondes.” Jenson agreed. “But in twenty years, you’ve only gotten more perfect.”

“Flatterer.” Danielle huffed, but she didn’t sound bothered by it.

“Anytime you and Rachel want to do an encore… I’m down.” Jenson said with a grin, making Danielle snort.

“I’m sure you are.” she said, but she leaned back into him a bit more.

She was quiet for a moment, and Jenson cleared his throat. “I think about that night a lot, you know.”

“Do you?” Danielle asked, faint interest in her tone.

“I do.” Jenson affirmed. “I remember how much you writhed on my cock. How pretty you looked moaning my name, flushed with exertion. I remember how hot it was watching you and Rachel kiss sloppily with my cock between your mouths.”

“It was a very fun night.” Danielle agreed with a giggle. “I probably would have done it with the two of you a few more times, but, well-”

“You met Jeremiah at that party.” Jenson finished.

“Yup.” she said with a sigh.

“Do you wish you hadn’t?” Jenson raised an eyebrow.

“No, I wouldn’t have Daisy and the twins if that was the case.” Danielle said automatically. “But… damn it would have been nice to have a normal college experience.”

“Mmhm.” Jenson agreed. “Though, if it helps, you probably would have gotten knocked up anyway if you had kept doing it with me and Rach.”

“Uh huh, you certainly knocked that little minx up.” Danielle chuckled. “It was nice not being pregnant at 18 alone.”

“It was pretty common in your year.” Jenson quirked a grin as he reached around for a squeeze of Dani’s thigh. “Must have had some kind of birth control defect that year.”

“Or just nobody used any.” Danielle scoffed. “It’s not my fault that I like the cocks in me all-natural. Condoms just ruin it.”

“Oh yeah, you were definitely on a collision course with a pregnancy then.” Jenson chuckled. “Too damn fertile.”

“Just think, you almost got lucky and got both Rachel and me.” Danielle whispered playfully. “Two pregnant sluts all over your cock.”

“Knew I should’ve let Jeremiah stay home that night.” Jenson shook his head, cock twitching at the memories of the teenaged versions of Rachel and Dani both slobbering all over his cock.

"You just had to be a good friend." Danielle chuckled.

"He was pretty fresh off a break-up and I was just trying to get him out into society for a little bit." Jenson shrugged. "Didn't know he was gonna swoop in and take you."

"I was pretty fresh off a break up too." Danielle reminded him. "That was just two or three weeks after Aaron and I broke up."

"Ah, that's right. What a dumb guy." Jenson grinned. Danielle scoffed, and she opened her mouth to say something, but Daphne's voice cut her off before she could.

"OK, we're moving into the last couple stretches of the class. We're running a little late, so I'm going to skip ahead to our final two poses, which I'm calling our heat-up poses. Kind of the opposite of a cooldown, you see." Daphne said with a grin. "These ones are more meditative than they are about stretching, but I think they're a really good component of couples' yoga, so we're gonna go ahead with it. If you absolutely are opposed to doing these, that's fine, but they're not anything too wild."

Daphne began to explain the last two poses, which were basically reversals of each other. The first pose was what she called a 'comforting embrace', which was one partner sitting in the other's lap, back against their chest, arms wrapped around the partner in the other one's lap. The other one she called sensual intimacy, which was just the comforting embrace but with the partner in the lap facing the other way and wrapping arms and legs around the partner whose lap they were in. It also involved touching foreheads.

Jenson raised his eyebrows at Danielle as Daphne's explanation winded down. She laughed softly, and wordlessly moved to sit in Jenson's lap, leaning back against his chest.

"I have no objections.. unless you do?" Danielle asked innocently, then she scooted back a bit. "Oops. That doesn't feel like an objection."

"You tease." Jenson grunted, his cock pulsing against the curvy ass now sitting in his lap. His arms lifted to wrap around the blonde MILF in his lap (his best friend's wife, he reminded himself), and Danielle melted back against him, giving a relaxed sigh of enjoyment while Jenson was anything but relaxed, his cock hard and aching against Danielle, which she absolutely must feel.

"Me?" Danielle gasped. "A tease?"

Jenson smirked and lifted his hand, running it up her side. His fingers trailed up her ribs, then slipped beneath her sports bra and kept going. He adjusted his other arm to cover where his hand had vanished to, and he enjoyed hearing Danielle's breathy little gasp as his fingers closed around her nipple. He tweaked it with a grin, enjoying the way she writhed in his lap from the feeling. He tugged and pinched on it a little more, leaning down to kiss Danielle right below her ear, then lifting his head to whisper in her ear.

"I can feel just how turned on you are... just imagine what your husband would think." Jenson clicked his tongue, making Danielle laugh, a husky, aroused noise.

"You're being very bold today, Jenson... surprised it took you this long. I thought you'd break and fuck me years ago. Must be losing my touch." Danielle smirked,

"I assure you... you're not." Jenson grunted, cock so hard he could hardly think. Danielle giggled, wiggling purposefully in his lap.

"Mmm, feels like you're telling the truth." Danielle said, bouncing just slightly in his lap.

Jenson grunted. This woman was going to kill him, he already could feel it.

She glanced over her shoulder, her teal eyes filled with so much want it had him twitching against her ample ass. "Oh, and by the way... who cares what my husband thinks?"