Surprise Sapphic Shower
- 2 days ago
- 12 min read
A short story by Lauren Emily
This story contains: her and her, queer, contemporary romance, strangers, public place, shower/bath, cunnilingus, quickie
This Pilates class was a mistake.
The “hundred” may kill me—elevated legs, flapping arms, ten sets of ten-counts. And this is just the warm-up.
I want the confidence of the weekend warriors around me, in their skintight earth tones and rippling abs. I have an audition later this week that feels way out of my league. Last night, I decided that if I can conquer this intimidating AF class, the audition will feel like cake.
But conquer may be optimistic.
Then I see her.
Red hair curls out of the poofball on top of her head. Her heart-shaped face is sweating as she flaps her arms around her outstretched legs, with very nicely defined calf muscles underneath her hot pink seven-eighth leggings. Her feet are bare, with chipping purple polish on the toes. When we’re instructed to roll up into a crisscross-applesauce to preview the next exercise, I see her chest straining against her sports bra, then quickly look away before she clocks me staring.
Aaand we just made eye contact.
Is she checking me out? Our eyes meet across the room—hers are the blue-green of Lake Michigan on a spring day. Her pouty pink lips curl up in a smile.
Maybe it’s the adrenaline from her pretty eyes meeting mine, but the rest of class passes in a sweat-soaked blur.
We clap for the peppy instructor. Scramble to our feet. Grab our black foam mats and line up to put our rapidly deflating rubber balls in a wire basket.
“Hi,” she says from behind me.
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