Meredith was a cheerleader and quite a good one. She was eighteen, dark hair, brown eyes and a sensational figure. She was quite the draw at the games. She was known as Merry to all and sundry, and the name fitted her well. She always seemed to be in a happy mood.
What puzzled me, and most other people, was how a girl so pretty and so popular also be so naïve and innocent. It wasn't an act. She was genuinely naïve and innocent. I've seen boys trying to come on to her. Subtle innuendo flies straight past her without registering. Those boys who have persevered and gone on to more blatant innuendo found that the smuttiest of hints just left her confused, not fully understanding what they were getting at.
Some boys took this as a challenge and kept trying, but even the horniest man yields when he finds himself faced with invincible ignorance. For some reason Merry had never made the connection that sex applied to her as well as to others. Nowadays she tended to go her way undisturbed. This doesn't mean that she's dateless. It just means that the guys she dates know that they are automatically friend-zoned.
The cheerleaders were currently running a practice session. I was casually watching them from the first aid room. I wasn't exactly perving on them, just enjoying watching nubile young ladies go through their routines. They were the only reason I was there. I was the current first aid attendant if anything went wrong.
I winced when something did go rather spectacularly wrong. The girls were doing a pyramid and it collapsed. It actually collapsed a couple of times but this collapse was something special. Merry was at the top of the pyramid and when she came down she came down hard, straddling someone's knee. A boot to the balls is instant agony for any man. Women aren't that different. The genitals are a very sensitive area and that knee appeared to crush Merry's genitals quite nicely. She was definitely in some pain.
A couple of the girls helped Merry inside and brought her to the little clinic. They were giggling their heads off at what had happened. I asked them to stay while I checked out Merry but they wouldn't be in it, wanting to get back to the practice.
"She'll be fine," one of the girls said. "She was just winded. We only brought her in here because that's what the rules say. She just needs to rest for a while."
With that the two girls bolted.
Now it should be obvious to blind Freddy that I couldn't do an examination of a young lady's genitals to see if they've been damaged or not. I needed a nurse or a qualified doctor to do that. Not a first aid attendant who's good for patching scrapes, and knows how to yell for help if it's anything more than that.
Merry wasn't as smart as blind Freddy, and a lot more innocent.
"It hurts," she told me, waving a hand in the general area of her pussy. "Can't you do something?"
"Not without checking out the injury," I pointed out. "Would you like me to take you to see the doctor?"
"I don't think it's that bad," she protested. "I'm sure I'm only bruised. Can't you check it out?"
"It's not considered proper for me to be checking more personal injuries," I told her. "You really need to see the doctor for that."
"Why isn't it proper? You've had first aid training. That's why you're here. Just check it out and see if I'm hurt."
This is Merry, I told myself. She is a naïve idiot. Don't do this.
Merry was currently lying on the examination couch with me standing next to her. I shrugged and lifted up her short skirt.
"I have your permission to take these down?" I asked, hooking a finger under the waist of her panties.
"Yes, yes, whatever," she grumbled, waving at me to stop stalling and get on with it.
Telling myself that, of the two of us, I was the bigger idiot, I lowered her panties. Merry didn't bat an eye, just lay there, waiting for me to check her out. I was checking her out all right. Two things I noticed right away. The first was that she shaved, which rather surprised me. The second thing was a clearly defined red mark where that knee had landed. Not on her genitals, as I feared, but high up on her inside thigh. She was going to have a very nice bruise there.
You might think that, with the mark being on her inner thigh, I should have noticed that without the removal of panties. I had. I wasn't blind. I still had to check that there was no damage higher up, thus the panty removal. One must be thorough in one's examination.
So, with the only damage appearing to be a bruise to the inner thigh all I had to do was give Merry a slap on the bottom and send her on her way.
"You've got some light bruising here," I told her, placing my hand on her pussy. "It's not dangerous and should fade away without any problems. If it's currently painful, I can give you a minor massage to help ease it."
I had no doubt that the bruise was rather painful. I also had no doubt that the proper massage would stop her thinking about it. Still, I really expected her to reject the offered massage.
"Um, I think I'd like the massage if it's not too much trouble," Merry said, looking at me with wide innocent eyes.
She couldn't be that naïve, I told myself. No-one could be. I started massaging anyway, rubbing her pussy firmly, going across her mons and around, rubbing along her labia. From the startled look on Merry's face I had to admit that, yes, someone could be that naïve.
I rubbed her firmly, getting a reaction from her pussy. I could see her lips fattening, spreading slightly, enjoying the attention. Her breathing deepened as the massage continued. From the nubs that appeared on her top, her nipples were erect.
"Does that feel better," I asked, "or would you prefer me to stop?"
"No," she muttered, "that feels fine. It makes me feel, um, relaxed."
Somehow, I don't think it was relaxed that she was feeling. I know it wasn't relaxed that I was feeling. Still, never let it be said that I disappointed a patient. I continued my massage, and Merry continued breathing hard, while her lips puffed up a little more, spreading, her external lips starting to beckon to me.
"Meredith," I said softly, "If you're going to get any more benefit from this massage I'm going to have to change the way it is being done. Stand on the floor and lean over the table."
She seemed slight bemused and bewildered as she did as she was told, bending forward over the table, presenting herself to me.
"Now, Meredith," I said, starting to rub her labia again, coaxing them further apart. "To do this properly I'm going to have to rub slightly deeper. It will be a lot nearer the bruised area so it may hurt a little at the start. Just bear with it and you'll find it gets better. OK?"
She nodded. Was she a totally naïve idiot or a cunning seductress? Did I care? In all honesty, no. My erection was almost tearing a hole in my trousers, it was that ready.
I eased her lips apart and lined myself up. A gentle push and I was moving into her. She didn't even tense up, meekly accepting what was happening. A slightly harder push and she gave a small squeak of pain.
"Sorry," I murmured. "I did warn you it might hurt a little. It should start to feel better now."
I continued to press forward. She was nicely primed, her passage, while tight, was hot and wet and willing to yield, clinging to me as I passed. Firmly inside her, I started to take her.
I pulled back and thrust gently back into place, a nice easy massage to start with. After a few moments I could feel her responding, pushing back to meet me.
"Does that feel good?" I asked.
