The Big Tits Club Pt. 02 Ch. 11-12

Sam sighed, got out of her chair and walked out of the canopy. She grabbed one of the other chairs that was parked out in the sun and brought it over next to ours. And then she planted it in the sand while staring at Eva expectantly, her expression clearly ordering, 'Sit. Now.'

But rather than capitulate, Eva turned her head and peered out across the bay again. A little smile crossed her features for a moment, followed by something more... melancholy... before tearing herself away from the view to look back at Sam and then over to me. Her gaze lingered on me in particular as I tried to convey safety and openness as best I could from where I sat. Something must have worked, or perhaps she thought she owed us, because she nodded and cracked open her pursed lips.

"I really should thank you for bringing me here," she told us in her raspy voice's lowest timber.

We waited for her to continue, but Eva had apparently said all she was ready to share. Instead, she lifted her arm to give us one of her dismissive waves that silently said that a verbal reply wasn't worth her time or effort, but she instead just let it drop and walked over to the waterline, letting the waves wash over her feet.

I'm still not entirely sure why I did what I did next. Some part of me just... instinctively decided what to do. I'd like to think I sensed what Eva needed in that moment, and so I gave it to her.

I stood up from my chair. I walked over to Eva, stood straight in front of her, and then gently tilted her chin up so that I could meet her eyes. She looked up at me in surprise, but I simply smiled a warm smile and then leaned in to give her a hug. She didn't hug me back, at least not at first, holding her hands out to the sides while she stiffened up a bit. I was certain my intimate touch, even if not sexual, was coming as a complete shock to her. And yet I felt even more certain that the intimacy of a warm hug was exactly what Eva needed.

So I relaxed, closed my eyes, and imagined I could let calming energy flow out of my body into hers.

Eva's arms eventually circled around my torso. They didn't tighten, but merely... remained. I took deep breaths and exhaled slowly, continuing my hug. My arms were crossed with my hands holding her shoulders rather than stroking her spine. I kept my chin just past her left ear, making no attempt to bring us face-to-face. We were friends - just friends - and I didn't want there to be any ambiguity about my intentions despite the fact that we were members of the opposite sex. And although it took a little while, eventually Eva started hugging me back.

And then she started crying.

Her chin dipped down as she buried her face into my shoulder and then tilted it ever so slightly to push into the crook of my neck. Her arms tightened their grip, to the point at which she was clutching me as if for dear life. She shuddered, at first just small tremors before they grew and grew in both frequency and magnitude.

A minute later she was having a full-blown breakdown, absolutely sobbing. She wailed, a forlorn cry of anguish muffled by her mouth and nose pressed into my suddenly wet chest. Her fingers hooked and I could feel her nails digging into my shirtless back, perhaps hard enough to draw blood. Eva sobbed and shuddered and cried her poor little heart out while I simply kept my arms around her, squeezing her tight. And when Sam stepped into my field of view, I glanced up at my girlfriend with a helpless look, unable to answer her unspoken question of, 'What the hell is going on?'

But then all of a sudden my arms were empty as Eva tore herself out of my grasp and started running away, leaving little divots filling with water in her wake. I could see that her eyes were red just before she turned, wiping her runny nose with the sleeve on her forearm and then raising both hands to scrape away the tears in her eyes. And I felt so surprised by the whiplash nature of what had just happened that I stood stock-still in shock, my jaw hanging open and my eyes wide.

And then it was my turn to gawk at Sam with a bewildered expression.

"What just happened?"