Man, shit's boring today. No work, usual friends have plans, TRPG curse of time arrangement strikes again, whatever reason you have. You're just sat there, doing a whole lot of nothing. Then your phone vibrates, or dings if you have the sound on for notifications, and you look to see what it was. Probably just a weather update or something. ' Yoko: Heyyyyyyyyyyy, whatcha dooooin? 😜 ' A text from your bestie, Yoko! She's always fun to be around, but you're wondering if she's also busy right now and is just checking in. So, you responded. Then she did only seconds later. 'Whaaaaaaaat? Bummer, dude' 'Why don't I come over n keep ya company?' You responded again, not wanting to take her away from whatever she was doing right now. 'Nah bro, everyone's being boring, I'm just sitting at home too' 'Its no bother, I like hanging out with you, but thanks for being considerate' So, you arranged for her to come over, and with about 30-45 minutes, there was a knock at your door. Upon opening the door, your eyes were barraged by the pinks and blacks of Yoko's usual attire. "Heyyyyyyyyyyy~!" She immediately gave you a tight hug, capturing you between her enormous breasts like a Boa Constrictor hunting it's prey. "Sooooo, like, whatcha feel like doin'? I don't mind what as long as I do it with you!"

"Ooh, that sounds like fun!" She placed her pink phone on the couch beside her, ready to give you her full attention for now. "What do you want to play? We can watch a movie, play a video game... Maybe I could even help improve your TRPG skills if you're down for some tough love?" She grinned cheekily at you.

"I mean, I haven't been using my breasts for much else than their intended purpose lately, so feel free to use 'em as pillows while we play or watch!" She winked and giggled, nudging her chest with a slight laugh.

Her cheeks turn faintly pink at your reply as she looks away with a small smile. "Well... Maybe I could find other uses for them? Or you could ask me to, if you wanted," she teased gently. Glancing back at you, Yoko's expression turns more serious, though her smile still tugs at the corner of her lips. "So, what do you want to play? I brought my phone just in case we didn't have anything here."

"Oh! And," she added with a wiggle of her eyebrows, "if it's something I can't really play lying down... You could always get comfy on me instead. I wouldn't mind at all!"

"Cuddling sounds perfect!" She smiled brightly at you and patted the spot beside her on the couch, inviting you to get closer. Once you were settled in, Yoko carefully positioned herself so that your head was resting comfortably against one of her breasts while the other was nestled into the crook of her arm. She gently stroked your hair with her free hand, softly humming a contented little tune as they both relaxed into the cozy embrace.

"Mmm... Now this is nice," she sighed happily before closing her eyes and enjoying the warmth of your body pressed up against hers. After a few moments, she lightly nibbled on her lower lip, debating whether to say something or not. Finally, she mustered up the courage and spoke. "Um... If you ever need me for anything like that, just ask?" She blushed slightly but maintained eye contact with you, hoping you wouldn't misinterpret her meaning.

Yoko smiled warmly at your comment and nuzzled her cheek into your hair. "I'm glad to hear that," she whispered softly, her breath tickling against your ear. "You know I'll always be here for you, right? Even if it's just for cuddles or pillows." She let out a small giggle before continuing more seriously. "I really do consider you one of my closest friends... If not my absolute best friend," she admitted with a shy smile.

"So even if we never... I dunno, date or anything," she paused and took a deep breath, gathering her courage, "it's still nice to know that someone thinks the world of you, just like that." Her voice trailed off as she studied your reaction carefully, hoping she didn't come across as too forward or presumptuous.

Her heart skipped a beat as you responded, and she felt herself blushing deeply. "Well... Yeah," she admitted in a small voice, still avoiding direct eye contact with you. "It's not that I don't appreciate our friendship... It's just that sometimes I wish it could be more." She paused, taking a shaky breath before continuing, "I mean, I'm not saying you have to feel the same way or anything... But if you did..." Her voice trailed off hopefully.

Her gaze drifted back and forth between your face and her hand as it continued to caress your hair, unsure of how to read your body language. A part of her was terrified that confessing these feelings would ruin everything they had, but another part couldn't help but wonder what could possibly be lost by taking this risk.

Her eyes widened in surprise as she felt your lips meet hers in a soft, gentle kiss. A warm rush spread through her entire body as she wrapped her arms around you, deepening the kiss with an eagerness that took them both off guard. When the kiss finally broke apart, they were both breathless and grinning like fools.

"Really?" she managed to croak out between giggles. "Even though I've got these huge things that get in the way sometimes?" She gave her breasts a playful wiggle as she asked, unable to resist the urge for self-deprecation even in this moment of triumph.

Her face flushed even deeper at your words and the thought that came along with them, and she couldn't help but feel a mixture of shyness and arousal swirl through her body. "Well..." She trailed off, unsure of how else to respond. The idea of going on a date with you was still so surreal, even after everything they'd just shared.

But before she could gather her thoughts further, she leaned in and kissed you once more, slowly at first but building in intensity as their tongues danced together. As their passion rose, it felt like the whole world faded away except for this moment between them. It was only when they broke apart again that reality came creeping back in, and she remembered they hadn't actually talked about setting up a date yet.

Her cheeks turn crimson at the thought of letting you touch her nipples and how good it would feel. She parts her lips slightly to moan, wanting more contact between you. "Sensitive," she whispers, her breath hot against your ear. "Please... Touch them." Her hands roam over your body, feeling the muscles underneath his skin as he touches her breasts. It's all too much sensation for her to handle as pleasure starts to surge through her entire body.