We need to massage the area

I've pulled a lot of muscles in my time playing soccer and volleyball, and I know it's crucial to keep a steady supply of blood to the area. I told her this, and she nodded.

"Okay," Monica said. "I can do it then." But as soon as she started pushing on her thighs she winced in pain.

I told her, "Let me do it, Monica. I have experience with this kinds of thing. You just let me know if you feel any more pain."

Monica blushed. "No, it's okay I-"

I cut her off. "Monica it's fine. We're both girls, right?"

She smiled weakly and nodded. "Okay," she acquiesced.

I returned the smile. "Okay. But we're also going to need to remove the yoga pants."

She looked horrified at the thought. "Wha?" she barely managed to spit out. "What if Juliet comes home? Or if she brings Mike?" She looked away nervously.

I tried to calm her down. "No, don't worry. Juliet is at home for the weekend, and Mike is on a trip with his poly Sci class or something."

"Okay you're sure?" Monica asked, still distressed and in pain.

I nodded. "I'm sure. We got to get the blood to the area so it can heal quicker."

Very quietly, almost inaudibly, Monica said, "Okay."

Even though her legs had to be kept apart for her injury, we managed to pull them together just enough to slide her yoga pants off her legs and toss them on the floor. Monica's legs were even more gorgeous up close. Toned and slender. With cute little feet. I'd love to kiss her toes and then kiss up her leg all the way to her...

Then I saw that Monica was wearing a cute pair of dark blue lacy cheeky panties. They matched perfectly with her skin tone, and they were perfect for a seduction attempt, but not so great for working out.

"Wow," I couldn't help myself. She was so pure and sexy and helpless here. I could feel myself getting wet again. Realizing what I'd said aloud, I quickly covered with, "These are so cute, Monica."

Monica was clearly very embarrassed at the situation, and barely managed a "Th-thanks. I wanted to feel sexy today."

I complimented her, "Well you certainly picked good panties for that. Um, anyway we can talk about this later. Now let's get the blood flowing."

As I started rubbing and massaging her inner thighs, I could my own blood rushing. My heart beat faster, she was so warm, and slightly sweaty. Gorgeous. I tried to stimulate all the parts I knew of her blood vessels, but at times I came dangerously close to her panties and what was underneath. With the the strongest willpower I could muster, I kept myself from touching her sacred place. But God, did I want to.

"How's that?" I asked her.

She seemed to relax a little. "It feels a little better."

"Good," I said cheerfully.

"Um," Monica stammered. "I don't think you're quite getting where it hurts though. Can you move towards the middle?"

I swallowed. I was worried this might be the case. My hands were already on the border of her legs and her sex. Any further could lead to some awkward situations. Should I tell her to remove her panties? Should we try something else entirely?