Take off her panties

I needed this. It was so close now. She was so close now.

I took my hand away from her legs and rested them by the outside of her legs. She looked at me confused, and maybe a slight hint of disappointment.

"What's wrong, Christy?" she asked.

I didn't answer at first. This had to be done exactly right. I looked her in the eyes. "Hey Monica," I asked. "You trust me, right?"

She hesitated too, knowing that that kind of question precedes something serious or uncomfortable. "Of course," she finally said.

"Okay." And I paused again. "Then I think we need to take these off, and I tugged at the sides of her dark blue panties."

She eyes got wide as saucers, and she reflexively covered herself with her hands. I continued before she could protest. "They're really cute, but they're also restricting the blood flow. And the worst thing you can do if something swells is to try to compress it."

She thought carefully about it. Obviously her injury wasn't nearly as bad as I made it out to be. She'd be fine in a couple hours. But I've taken biology, and she didn't have to, so I prayed that this worked.