Kayla Makes it All Better

Kayla stared intently at Meryl's inflamed cheeks, while up top Meryl made distressed noises. They had absconded to a utility area, textbooks and classroom supplies piled high on shelves and in stacks on the floor all around them. Meryl sighed, the ache on her behind was unbelievable, she felt as if she'd just had sandpaper rubbed all over it, and from Kayla's perspective, it didn't look much better.

It was very, very red. The skin bright and blushing all over, from the space just below her tailbone, all the way down to the tight curve, where the underside of each cheek ended in that fold connecting them to her legs. Where Meryl had landed, flecks of stone and gravel had lodged themselves here and there just on the surface, creating the illusion of her buttocks being flecked with dark pockmarks. Kayla went to extract one, and Meryl yelped, jumping on the spot and causing her buns to jiggle right in Kayla's face. She sighed, and gingerly placed a hand on Meryl's right cheek. "Mer Bear, please. I can't concentrate when the junk's flying around in the trunk, ok?"

Meryl flushed a shade deeper, then nodded. Kayla plucked as many of the stones out as she could, then looked between Meryl and the wall, ordering her to bend over and stand with her hands pressed against it. "Kayla!" Meryl protester hotly, "Why do you want me to—"

"Because you can barely walk, genius. We can sit here for however long it takes you for your arse to calm down, or we can...speed it up." She ended the sentence on a choked bit of pronunciation, Kayla was really trying not to make this weird. Meryl harrumphed, then stood before the wall and put her palms flat against it, dropping into an unintentionally slutty-looking bend, her arse thrust out behind her. Her skirt lay on the floor, and she eyed it longingly as she stood there, naked below the waist and presenting to her best friend.

"Alright, so you know how Mum's a massage therapist?"

Meryl nodded. She remembered Paula giving her a very nice, professional-grade shoulder rub in the kitchen at Kayla's house once, but what did that have to do with anything?

"Well, I've learned a thing or two from watching her over the years, and I think I can help you out with your...back end problem."

"H—how so?" Meryl stammered out a reply, feeling incrrasingly exposed the longer she stood there.

"A, uh...massage. I can massage you, and it'll help, with the stinging and that."

Meryl was scandalised, she dropped out of the pose, turned and flattened herself against the wall, the rough brickwork making her wince as it made contact with her tender cheeks. Realising she was accidentally flashing Kayla, she pulled on the jumper Kayla had supplied her with to cover her ruined blouse, trying to cover her crotch with it. Kayla folded her arms and shook her head, "It won't take long, and it'll help. Besides, it's me, remember?"

Meryl looked away, settling for a demure cupping of her hands over her pubic mound. "I—I would feel weird about you touching me like that. It would be...wrong."

"It'd be a friend helping a friend out. That's all, you know me Mer Bear, I don't go in for all that." Despite her misgivings, Meryl could detect only sincerity in Kayla's expression. She stared at the corner, then, by degrees, slowly returned Kayla's gaze. There was a pause, and then she dropped her shoulders, nodded, and turned back round to reassume the position.

Kayla stepped forward, and, just before she went in and put a hand on each cheek, she said, warmly, "Thank you for trusting me, Mer Bear. It'll help, I promise." Without further ado, she started to massage Meryl's tender booty, and she braced herself a bit more firmly against the wall as the pain flared up again. As Kayla did her work, Meryl gradually went from gritting her teeth and letting out small grunts, to sighing in relief as the pain started to dull. Kayla recalled the techniques and movements her mother had employed, moving Meryl's twin, perky globes around in a clockwise motion. The gesture drew a hiss from Meryl, and she suddenly became hyper-aware of how ridiculous and suggestive this must look: her, up against the wall, her cherry-red rear thrust out invitingly, while Kayla might as well have been having her best go at fondling it, smooshing and manipulating the supple, bouncy cheeks this way and that, drawing intense vocalisations from Meryl with each new move. Kayla's hands were cool, and Meryl couldn't help but let out a quiet moan at how soothing they were, pressed into her tortured glutes while the massage continued in earnest.

"A—ahhhh...th—that's helping, it feels...better," Meryl exhaled, and Kayla raised an eyebrow, "Not a fan of those noises, Mer Bear."

Meryl placed her forehead against the wall and shuddered. The last thing she wanted was to make her friend uncomfortable, but her arse had hurt so much, and this was doing wonders for it. "I—I'm sorry," she said, sweetly, her voice suffused with vocal fry. "I just...the pain...it's helping so much with it." She bit her lip and closed her eyes, her legs shifting slightly, making her buttocks wobble cutely. A small bit of her knew this was rapidly approaching questionable territory, if this were being recorded, why, it might sound like something quite different. Yet the relief the massage was providing her was great enough that she didn't care. Her head drooped and she felt her hands and upper body sliding slowly down the wall, her legs sliding further apart, and her tush being pushed farther and farther out as she dipped into an ever-lower bend. Kayla looked away as Meryl's pussy lips came into clearer view, but she couldn't help but steal a glance, and did a double-take as she saw the beginnings of a glistening trail of liquid developing there between her friend's legs.

"Jesus Christ, Meryl!" she shouted, dancing backwards, hands leaving Meryl's bottom. Meryl's eyes opened, and she felt a pang of disappointment at the massage's abrupt end. She realised with a start how low down she'd slipped, and stood up straight, turning to Kayla to see what the problem was.

"W—why did you stop?"

Kayla didn't respond, she merely pointed down at Meryl's crotch. She followed the path of her finger, and felt a lurch in her stomach as she saw her sparse, blonde pubes, bristling with moisture, her shiny inner labia peeking out from between her drenched lower lips. Meryl snapped her legs shut, letting out a gasp and thrusting her hand down between the tiny, tight gap in her thighs in a bid to hide what she'd just bore witness to. "That...Kayla that's not...it's just..." she scrambled to find an acceptable excuse. "Discharge! I—I'm not wearing underwear and...the incident with the flag pole and everything else, all the excitement I just...I leaked and I'm sorry, it doesn't mean anything!"

Kayla scoffed. "Yeah, excitement's the right word for it, I think," she pointed an accusing finger. "You were turned on."

Meryl pursed her lips tightly together and shook her head vigorously from side to side. "No! No, I wasn't! That's not me, I don't get that way...not...n—not..." she trailed off, at a loss for words, her backside still stinging faintly. She felt something fall down her face, and brought her free hand up to wipe it. It came away wet, and she realised she was crying. "I—I don't know what's happening to me!" She squeaked, and Kayla's indignant expression softened at the sight. Meryl wiped at her eyes with the back of her hand, and Kayla took a few tentative steps over to her, before bringing her in for a hug. Meryl sniffed snottily, then leant into it, hand still stuck down at her own crotch to shield Kayla from the wetness behind it.

"We'll, uh...we'll figure it out, Mer Bear," Kayla promised. "We'll get you back on track." Though she hadn't the faintest idea how — something was changing in her friend, she was slipping from her pedestal, becoming more and more flawed, her natural inhibitions coming apart at the seams like—well, like a pair of overstretched panties, she supposed.