A smother invitation (open RP)

Katrina opened the door to the always open AFW gym at 4:00 pm. She hadn't been to the gym in a while. Taking a quick inspection, she saw that she was alone, sighing, the blond would set her bag down on the padded floor. As of now she wore a pair of black yoga pants that showed off her own wide bum nicely, especially when she was bending over to touch her toes, in addition to that was a blue sports bra that was trying its best to hold back her awesome chest. After a couple minutes she stopped, thinking out loud "I sure wish some OTHER girl could show up"

"Oo, what's going on in here?" Nicole poked her head in the door, looking around curiously. She wore a bright blue t-shirt with a hot pink sports bra underneath. In deference to her abundant assets, she was wearing a pair of matching pink booty short. Jamie walked right past, ignoring it, "Don't bother, it's nothing interesting." Nicole grabbed her, bringing Jamie to a juddering stop and began to pull her inside. "Hey what's happening? Are you teaching a class or something?" Nicole smiled cheerfully at Katrina.

Jamie rolled her eyes as she pulled her hand free. She'd forgone the t-shirt, instead wearing just a green and yellow sports bra and booty shorts. While her ass wasn't nearly as expansive as Nicole's, she was dressed more to accentuate what wasn't covered as opposed to what was, namely her rigid abs, lithe biceps, toned thighs, and sculpted calves, "Listen, we're not supposed to get roped into matches like you're doing now."

Again, Nicole ignored her but didn't bother to keep her twin in tow. "It's not a match. It's like an aerobics class," she turned to Katrina, "Right?"

As Katrina stretched, she turned and saw the the two. Raising an eyebrow and licking her lips, her eyes scanning the two girls before her, the much thicker-looking girl took most of her attention. "Well howdy! Nice to see some more gals here. And yeah I want to pair up with another girl. Practice some wrestling holds, fun stuff like that. I am Katrina by the way." she stood up and walked over, wanting to give them both a friendly hug.

Crossing her arms over her tight bust, Jamie turned away, clearly having better places to be, but Nicole happily reciprocated the hug, wrapping her arms around Katrina's waist and nearly enveloping the girl in her own enormous bosom before letting her go with a grin. "Hey there, I'm Nicole and this is my sister Jamie." She gestured to Jamie who gave Katrina a glare on general principles and continued to keep her arms crossed, staring down any attempts at friendliness. "Yes, well we have places to be, don't we Nicole." It wasn't a question, but Nicole ignored it anyway, "That's alright, we can be late." She turned back to Katrina, "So what sort of stuff were you planning on doing?"

"I want to try a couple submission holds and learn how to better improve using my breasts and booty to take out an opponet" Kat gave her yet another friendly hug, nuzzling cheek to cheek against her. "I bet you are REAL good at wrestling Nicky, I can call ya that right? I mean if ya don't mind" she would ask, cute and polietely.

Jamie raised an eyebrow at this nickname but said nothing as Nicole replied, "Mmm, that's fine. And is it alright if I call you Kat?" She rubbed her pudgy cheek back against Katrina. "Well if you want to learn how to use your breasts and booty...?" She smiled as she tried to cup one of her huge breasts in her hand. Jamie rolled her eyes, "I think I'll just head on without you, catch up whenever you get done playing."

Katrina grinned at her. "Do you think you could take off that shirt? You are welcome to keep the bra on" she said with a smile, her hands reaching out to squeeze that chubby belly.

Nicole grinned back, and giggle some as Katrina grabbed her stomach, "Sure thing," she said still laughing some, "Just no tickling while I take it off." As Nicole began to take off her T-shirt, Jamie gave another eyeroll, "Whatever, you two have fun. Nicole? I'll see you later." Perhaps Katrina caught the little barb on the end of Jamie's statement, or perhaps not, especially as Nicole pulled her top over her head in one fluid movement.

With the T-shirt off, Nicole's breasts looked even bigger. It was clear that the sports bra, even with all its elastics, was having significant trouble restraining her bountiful breasts. Free, Nicole shook her short braids, and smiled down at Katrina, "There we go, so how's that?"

Katrina paid no attention as she watched Nicole pull off the t-shirt. Smirking, she would reach up and push her fingers up into her armpits. Hoping that would be a ticklish spot. If it would work, she would attempt to tickle her down onto her back. Forcing her into a kiss to seal the deal.