Stretch Me Out

Danni Rivers sprawls on her bed, nose buried in that damn yoga book. She glances at a page, sets it aside, and gives the stretch a go—just like the diagram shows. Bends low, but mutters, 'I don't think that's it.' She double-checks the book, tries again, peeks at her reflection in the full-length mirror. Nope. Face scrunches up in pure frustration. 'I don't understand what I'm doing wrong.' She pops up, paces a bit, frets like crazy, then flops back down. Grabs her phone, dials up her classmate AJ Applegate. 'Hey, you having trouble with any of these poses?' Danni blurts. 'I just can't wrap my head around Figure 1 in chapter 6.' She listens, pauses as AJ chatters back. 'Oh really...? You'd come over and help? Oh my god, that's so sweet... Yeah, I'll still be here in an hour—come on over! ...Okay, see you then.' AJ shows up quick, and they dive right in, Danni's room turning into their personal stretch zone. AJ zeros in: 'What's bugging you exactly?' Danni bends forward, shoves her ass right in AJ's face like it's no big deal. 'My hamstrings are tighter than a drum today, and I swear I'm botching it.' AJ tells her to stand tall and redo it, but real slow this time. Danni obeys, bends over nice and easy. 'Ah, there it is—you're overextending, piling on extra tension. Let me fix that for you.' AJ drops to her knees behind her, face inches from that perky ass, and says, 'Repeat it slow now.' They go at it for ages, AJ coaxing Danni through a bunch of stretches. Sometimes she grabs her hips, guides those curves into perfect form with a firm nudge. Other times, AJ demos it herself—arching that tight yoga outfit over her own killer body—then Danni mirrors her, oblivious to how AJ's eyes are devouring every jiggle and flex. Those outfits hug every damn inch, putting their hot figures on shameless display. Finally, they wrap the last stretch. Danni moans, rubbing her legs. 'Ugh, still so tight. I worry I'm just not flexible—never gonna nail these on my own.' AJ stands tall, hands on hips like she owns the place. 'Why not let me massage you? We take that therapy class together—it'll loosen you up big time. Plus, you've got the table right here, babe.' Danni lights up, all in, figuring it's exactly what her body's craving. Danni hesitates, glancing around. 'How's this work? Pros make clients strip—do I gotta?' AJ shrugs, casual as hell. 'Nah, you don't have to, but clothes just get in the way.' 'Yeah, I guess that makes sense...' Danni peels off her gear, slides naked onto the table, ass up and ready. AJ works her magic for a solid stretch of time, all professional-like at first. But damn, she can't quit staring at her bare-assed friend—those smooth curves calling her name. Gets bolder, hands creeping up those inner thighs, teasing higher. 'You weren't kidding about the tightness... Feels like a ton right... here...' AJ plants a hand smack on Danni's pussy. Danni gasps, jerks back a little. 'What? My pussy's too tight?!' AJ smirks, cool as ice. 'Pussies need stretching just like legs, girl. You been working yours?' Danni blushes hard, shy as a kitten, but admits she's a total virgin. AJ jumps on it: 'Let me stretch that virgin pussy for you.' Danni's eyes go wide—'How are you so forward?'—but AJ grins. 'Isn't that why you called? To get stretched out? Plus, pussy stuff's coming up later in class anyway.' She fibs smooth. Danni chills, nods—'Fine, since I'll learn it eventually.' With the green light, AJ dives in, teasing Danni's pussy with one finger, then two. Slides her tongue over that slick heat, working in more fingers bit by bit. Pleasures the hell out of her classmate, stretching her wide till four fingers glide in easy as pie. Danni's lost in ecstasy, moaning like mad, begging, 'Show me more—let me try sex stuff myself!' AJ takes charge, schooling the teen in her first girl-on-girl romp—tons of hungry pussy eating, grinding tribbing that rubs them raw. If this doesn't melt Danni's tension away, nothing freakin' will!