Do as she says

There wasn't a choice. This was going to be awkward, but Monica's in pain. I'm sure she'd forgive me in the end. Right now, though, I decided to move closer towards her, to get closer to the spot where it hurt.

Of course, I knew there was nothing I could really do for her. We'd have to just let it heal on its own, and get Monica as comfortable as possible until then.

I looked up at her and said, "Okay I'm going to move my hands."

She looked scared, but nodded. It suddenly occurred to me the compromising position I was in. I was on my knees, Monica was on the couch, in just her panties and a sports bra, and her legs were wide open. We were seriously fucked if someone walked in on us.

I couldn't think about that now though. My hands were currently resting on her inner thighs, and I had to get closer towards her center, dangerously close to her pussy.

Cautiously, I moved my hands closer, until I was just touching the sides of her panties. Then I started massaging, pushing into her soft skin with my fingertips. Gliding them around, adjusting the pressure to stimulate the blood flow.

Monica gasped slightly when I started, and her breathing changed. It was deeper. A soft purr escaped her lips. "Are you okay, Monica?" I asked.

She nodded. "Uhuh. It feels uh, odd, but good."

"okay," I told her.

She was blushing still. "Um, isn't this a little, uh, weird though?"

I expected her to say something like that. "Don't worry about it," I told her. "Remember, we're both girls, and we're friends. Plus, it feels better right?"

She nodded. "I suppose so."

I replied. "Okay. So we should keep going then. We wouldn't want the pain to come back, right?"

She nodded again. She was so adorable. "Okay. I trust you, Christy."

"Thank you," I told her. But truthfully, she shouldn't. She's so close to me. I can feel the warmth of her pussy. I just want to taste it. I need her. I've needed this for so long.

I was losing the ability to control myself. I wanted to ravage her. I wanted to bury my face between her legs. That would help the pain. She wouldn't be able to feel anything else.

I could feel my willpower slipping. I just need to get it under control, or else I'd lose Monica and she'd hate me forever.