Kylie gets an eyeful

Kylie sat down and equipped herself with a fork and knife, intent on drowning out her embarrassment with a delicious breakfast. It was then that she noticed Emily's apparel. No longer wearing an apron, she was showing quite a bit of cleavage. In fact, her boobs were threatening to escape from her sinfully small top. Kylie could already feel her prick starting to rise, and could no longer tell if it was breakfast or her friend that had her salivating...

"...cakes? Hello, Earth to Kylie!" Emily called out. Kylie snapped out of her daze, looking up at her friend with a look of slight guilt. "Well, I was going to ask if you like my pancakes, but I think I've got your answer already." Emily purred, propping her breasts up with her arm. Kylie went beet red and turned away, unable to respond after being caught ogling her best friend. Why was Emily like this? She always showed off when they were alone together. Did she think it was funny? She had no idea how difficult it was to keep her dick a secret when she did that kind of stuff!

"Seriously though, you should eat! They're delicious, I promise!" Kylie's hunger finally won over her embarrassment, and she took a big bite of her friend's homemade meal. She was greeted by soft, fluffy goodness, and an unexpected pop of sweetness. "Mroomerryh?" Kylie asked through cheeks full of pancakes. Emily chuckled. "Yes, blueberries. Are they good?" Kylie nodded emphatically. "I knew you'd like them! Blueberries aren't the only trick up my sleeve though. Try some of mine, they have bananas!"

Emily stretched over the table with fork in hand, offering Kylie not only a bite of her food, but an exceptionally good look at her tits. Kylie could feel herself starting to strain against her shorts... With her gaze glued on her friend's rack, Kylie took a bite of the offered food, savoring the rich flavor, as well as the coincidental view.

"Geez, you just can't help yourself, can you?" Emily chided. Kylie felt like she'd need to invent a new shade of red to describe the color of her face, but Emily didn't let up. "Hey, wanna touch?" Without waiting for an answer, she took hold of Kylie's hand, slowly guiding it toward her pillowy chest. Kylie put up no resistance, too paralyzed by this sudden situation to act. When her hand finally landed, she gripped slightly, and a look of euphoria spread across her face. She spent a good minute or so enjoying this rare opportunity, completely oblivious to the danger posed by the tent she was pitching underneath the table.

"Somebody's enjoying themselves." Emily's words acted like a bucket of cold water, pulling Kylie back to reality. Suddenly aware of her predicament, Kylie knew she needed to excuse herself before things got any worse.

"Bathroom. Bathroom! I need to go to the bathroom!" Kylie dashed away from the table, praying that her friend hadn't noticed her erection. "Just let me know if you need a hand! I'll be happy to help!" Emily called back.