Part 1
"You really don't think I could use a bit of slimming up? I don't know, I think I could use a little work. This ass is far from perfect!" Jessie exclaims, her hips cocked to a side as she looks over her shoulder to me. She even groped one of her own cheeks as she inspected herself. I just don't know some days. At times, I think it would be impossible for Jessie to do anything intentionally cruel. Yet days like this, I wonder if she understands how much she tortures me.
I bit my lip and looked away. I fought back saying something too obvious like "it's the most perfect butt I've ever seen." It's how I felt, and I wish I could stare more. Yet I had to at least pretend to be nonchalant. My tongue was tied entirely, not sure what to do. Why was she standing around in JUST her pink bra anyways? Why did she come to the gym without wearing panties?
Though she was very fit, Jessie tried to convince me she needed to make coming to a gym a regular thing. She enlisted my help in this task. She hoped someone as punctual as me could keep make it a habit. I will admit, she can have problems keeping to a schedule.
I tried telling her it wasn't all that necessary. That's how I've ended up with her flashing her gorgeous charms at me I guess. I wish I could comfortably point out how she was discrediting her own argument with all the sexy posing, that she was perfect, but there was no way I could. I really didn't want our relationship to become weird because she found out how much I was into her.
Ever try not looking at your crush's butt when she was showing it off though? It's not easy! I tried to change the subject a bit, "I really don't think you need it as much as you say, but I do think you could do with some underwear! You wouldn't even wear panties here?"
"Gotta keep cool when exercising Megan! When I do some at home, I usually stretch, do my yoga, and all that naked!" That was too much info for me! My face was getting redder by the second as images crossed my mind of her doing that! "Wouldn't wear anything here if I could!" she added.
"Jessie, please, control yourself at least a little?" I begged. There really was a risk she wouldn't put her clothes on if she thought she could get away with it! I closed my locker. I again looked at Jessie, seeing her in just that bra of hers. It was probably too small for her. Maybe she wouldn't want to get undressed so often if she wore clothes that were comfortable!! Or maybe she just filled it out too well. Maybe I had to control myself instead!
Jessie did finally put her shorts on. She was staring at her shirt. "Jessie, come on. Hurry it along already!" I urged her. With a gruff, she put it on. She started to pout, and part of me wished I could let her keep it off, but I didn't want to see her get in trouble!
We left the little locker room, and we made our way to the yoga room. I was hoping I'd be able to keep up with Jessie today. She really was better than me at the physical type stuff; last thing I needed was to make myself look foolish in front of her. I know it's silly to hope that she'll somehow notice me, but perhaps if I used these little exercise days to get a bit more fit ... well maybe in my dreams at least she'd be into me!
A blonde woman was working away at some stretches when we got to the yoga room. She seemed focused, so I didn't want to bother her. Jessie was already limbering up as I set some of our stuff down. I joined Jessie in her warm ups.
After a bit, I noticed something had caught Jessie's attention. She was staring at the blonde a lot. I was actually sort of worried, as the blonde was pretty. I really didn't want to be jealous. "Megan... she's not wearing a shirt," Jessie remarked, revealing the real reason for her staring!
I looked too. It really hadn't clicked before, but the girl didn't have a proper shirt on. Yet the sports bra was plenty decent. I knew what Jessie was angling at.
"Look, I know, but it's a bit different, ok?" I tried to argue. Again, Jessie was pouting! "Seriously, it's different."
"How so?" She asked. She tapped her foot. I can't believe I was having this argument! I got plenty good of a look at her bra... the pink fabric was too revealing. How do I explain that to her though? I can't just out myself and tell her that her cleavage was too noticeable in it; that would be admitting I'd been looking!
Trying not to blurt out something like, "You're too sexy," I calmly tried to make my case. "You'll just look suspicious if you take it off now."
"But I'm so hot Megan! I need a bit of relief!" I quickly looked away, trying to hide my red face. She was so bad with her words! Either I couldn't think what to say, or she was saying the wrong thing!
"Be sure to not work too hard ladies!" we both heard. The blonde had gotten up, and was set to leave.
"You too! Best of luck," Jessie responded. Jessie gave me some sort of sly smile once the woman was gone. My excuse of looking suspicious was gone! Jessie didn't even wait for the door to close to whip her shirt off and toss it to the side!
I put my palm to my face, sighing heavily. I wanted to get her to put it back on, but it was no use. It didn't help that she looked great dressing in those tiny shorts and bra! I just had to hope she didn't look too out of place; the last thing I wanted was for her to get in trouble or someone to think less of her!
"Now, come help me out," she requested. She sat down. "Hold onto my feet, would you?" I obliged, ok with taking a break from stretching anyways. I kneeled in front of her, grabbing her feet and holding them to the ground. I watched as she did a sit up; bring herself up to her raised knees.
Up and down Jessie went. My eyes followed her each time, her beauty and swaying was practically hypnotizing me. I leaned in a smidge, hoping her to not notice. I started to have odd thoughts, picturing her kissing me on her up rise. I watched the way her bra clad breasts pressed to her legs too.
I wondered how it would look if she was naked, like she claimed she did. How would her bare breasts look, pressed and squishing against her legs? Even now I could see a lot of the bare thigh up the legs of her shorts. How sweet a sight it could be to see between her knees and thighs at her little treasure...
"You know, I'm still a bit hot and bothered," Jessie lamented. I nearly fainted. I had to assume she didn't mean it the way I heard it. How does a girl who wants to take her clothes off so often be this innocent?
I had to put a stop to her doing anything illegal of course, "You can't go stripping naked at the gym you know." I wished she could though.
She kept doing her sit-ups as she continued her thought, "yeah, but I guess I just worry a bit. It's easier to move around without normally. I think it would be a bit of a turn off too for a girl to be dressed in gross and sweaty clothes. Doing it naked would avoid that!"
I wanted to tell her she could never smell bad, but that's probably a quick way to make your best friend think you're a total creep! I was a bit worried though... did she really think sweaty gym clothes was a turn off? I hadn't worked out too hard yet, but what if I did get to that point?
"Your turn. You sure you don't want to take a bit off first though? I really do think you'll have an easier time with a bit less on!"
I couldn't undress too... but what if I did end up gross because of my modesty? The other girl did get away with a bra showing, and mine was more decent than Jessie's. I gripped the hem of my shirt. Could I do it?
I gulped... then started to lift my shirt. I had my eyes closed, but as I got the shirt towards my bra, I peeked. I saw Jessie staring right at my chest! I was glad to hide my face with my shirt, cause my cheeks were turning bright red! I get so self conscious when she looks at me!
"Much better!" Jessie said. She was staring right at my navy blue sports bra as I held my top to my side. I went and picked up her shirt, bothered by it sitting around messily. That's when she commented "Keeping the shorts on too? Come on, you don't need to double layer when working out!"
"I can't take them off Jessie! People don't work out in only underwear," I babbled back! What was she even suggesting?
She seemed genuine confused. "They look enough like shorts. What's the big deal?" Was Jessie looking at me when I changed before?! I was too caught off guard, realizing she took note of what underwear I chose. She was able to somehow get up right next to me, and her hands on the waistband of my shorts!
"What are... are you... doing?" I asked in a stutter. Jessie pushes my shorts down a bit, revealing part of my navy blue boyshorts. I took a few steps backwards, unable to say more. My breathing turned sharp. I've had some dreams like this...
The shorts got lowered. I don't know if I could keep resisting her. "They look good on you Megan! Don't be shy!" She maybe didn't know it, but she was too good at making me practically melt. She got the shorts to my thighs, and after another step back, she helped them the rest of the way. I don't' think I was thinking straight. We felt alone enough, but maybe I was trusting Jessie too much.
I took the discarded clothing, and set it on a nearby pile of towels. I crossed my arms in front of my body, feeling basfhul. Not only was Jessie staring at me in my underwear, but I was starting to worry my need for the gym was showing. That's when she said the sweetest thing, "See, you're the one who doesn't need to tone much! You're just cute as you are I think. Surprised you bothered to come with me."
"Jessie! I... I mean... no... I'm not... you are..." I couldn't get my words out again.
