Tribbing Tension

Keisha Grey called in a panic, thigh on fire after pulling something in her groin. Angela White took the call—physio, she said, though the way she said it carried weight. "This will be hands-on," Angela warned her. "Very hands-on." She turned up at the house in a clinging top and tight yoga pants. Keisha lay on her own bed while Angela climbed over, grabbed one of the girl's legs and eased it high until the tendon behind her knee protested and then gave. Keisha groaned. Her friend just smiled. Then she set her elbow into Keisha's ass and leaned every ounce of her weight down, dragging across the knotted muscle beneath. Keisha's breath caught every time Angela passed over a tender spot. When it was time for the special work, Angela slipped between her open legs. Hips locked, crotches pressed, she rocked once—slow, deliberate—testing. The pressure settled right where Keisha hurt and where she didn't. Breathing together, they made one slow pass, then another. Keisha's chest rose and fell against Angela's. Her lips parted; she whispered that it felt good. Angela kept going. "You sure you're okay?" Angela asked, checking her face. "Just never had therapy like this," Keisha said. "Stick with me," Angela promised. "You'll get the release you're after." Angela stripped her own pants first, letting both women feel skin on skin. She pinned Keisha's thighs open, one at a time, weight and friction sliding hot between them. Keisha tried to be still, but the grind reached deeper with every stroke. She froze. "This is getting me horny," she confessed, embarrassed. Angela's smile stayed easy. "That's all right," she said. "I'm good at fixing that too." She grabbed Keisha's ass with both hands and drove her pussy straight against the girl's, rocking hard and steady until Keisha stiffened, shuddered, and came in one wet rush. Angela didn't stop. She kept Keisha open, kept her coming, lips meeting lips, sweat-slick bodies slapping until neither of them could tell where treatment ended and desire began.