My Turn To Take Care Of You

Adira's kicking back on the couch when Kayla struts through the door, looking beat from her day slinging massages. They start gabbing about work, and Kayla gripes that her hands are throbbing like hell from all the kneading she's done. Adira's eyes light up—boom, she's got the perfect fix. 'Hey, let me rub those paws of yours. You've been working my kinks out for free forever; now I return the favor, babe.' Kayla chuckles and plops down, not catching the sly glint in Adira's eye or the way her fingers linger a tad too long on that first press. It's all innocent on the surface, but Adira's heart's pounding like a drum, her touch screaming more than just friendly relief. Adira works those magic fingers from Kayla's hands up her arms, easing into those tense shoulders with firm, teasing strokes. The air thickens quick—sparks flying, breaths quickening. Finally, Adira can't hold back; she leans in close, whispering that she's been crushing hard on Kayla forever. Kayla freezes, eyes wide, caught off guard. But then she smirks, admitting the feeling's mutual. Turns out, they've both been tiptoeing around it, scared shitless of wrecking their roommate vibe. Screw that noise now—they dive right in, hands roaming wild, exploring each other's curves with hungry mouths and grinding hips. What starts as a simple rub turns into a full-on fuck fest, bodies slick and tangled, chasing that sweet release together. Friendship? Yeah, that's evolving into something way hotter.