"I bet you can't get him to bar up while he's exercising," Emma said to her friend Mandy.
"Oh yeah? I reckon that I could," Mandy replied. She and Emma had been watching the new guy in the gym. He was well toned, tall, had dark hair and eething grey eyes that they'd both admitted seemed to pierce their souls at the merest glance.
"I dare you to," Emma replied. They'd been watching him for half an hour now and she was starting to get horny thinking about all the things that she'd like to do to him if she could get him naked and alone. He'd been coming to the gym for a week or so now and the more that the watched, the more Emma wanted something more to happen.
"What do I get if I do it though? There's got to be some sort of reward."
"I'll buy you coffee," Emma said, grinning.
"Coffee? That's not a bet, that's nothing! It's got to be worth my while honey."
"Dinner then, I'll buy you dinner, she suggested.
"Nu uh, make it really worth my time," Mandy said, her eyes alive with challenge. Emma thought for a few moments. "You get me. You can have me any way you want," she said quietly, blushing.
"Are you serious?" Mandy asked, her green eyes alight.
"Yes," Emma replied, her own blue eyes meeting Mandy's for a few moments before turning downward in embarrassment. Mandy clapped her hands with delight. She'd all but given up on ever getting to do anything with Emma. Mandy was openly bi-sexual, but Emma had steadfastly refused to show any interest in hooking up in any sort of romantic or sexual way, despite several attempts to seduce her. She claimed to be entirely heterosexual even in the face of Mandy's insistence that everyone was at least a little bit bi.
Mandy checked herself out in the mirror. She was wearing tight black leggings that hugged her hips nicely and a white lycra exercise top over her sports bra, her taught mid drift exposed. "Hmm," she thought to herself, "this is going to take a little more than just the everyday." She walked off towards the change rooms, Emma following her.
In the change rooms, Mandy took off her lycra top, followed by her sports bra. Emma watched, wondering what her friend was up to.
Mandy turned towards Emma and started to pull on her nipples. Emma continued to take in the view of her friend, standing with her firm breasts exposed and now, with the attention that they were receiving, her nipples hard and erect.
"I can't very well just go out there and look like everyone else if he has to get a boner, can I?" Mandy said to Emma grinning.
"I guess not," Emma replied, her eyes still glued to the vision of Mandy's hands teasing her breasts. She was surprised to find that it was turning her on. She was conscious of the fact that she'd essentially just agreed to let her friend have sex with her if she was able to get this stud to bar up in the exercise room.
She knew that Mandy wanted her. She'd never failed to take advantage to press her desires on Emma, but Emma had always laughed it off and Mandy had always respected her choice. Lately though, she'd caught herself wondering. She'd even read some lesbian stories on the net and they had done nothing to dampen the curiosity that was budding within her.
Mandy was now pulling her lycra top back on, notably without having donned the bra first. Her nipples stood out like diamonds against the tightly stretched fabric and the colour of her light brown areola was visible through the thin material. Then she pulled the front down further and the edge of her areola was suddenly exposed in the scooped neck of the top, the nipple itself jutting out just below the seam.
"There, feeling confident about your bet now?" Mandy asked, grinning at Emma.
"I think there's a small chance that I might be in trouble," Emma laughed in return. Mandy walked past her friend, allowing her hand to glide over her slim hip as she did so, commenting, "I can't wait to have you Emma."
Emma blushed again as she turned to follow Mandy, surprised at just how much that simple touch on her hip turned her on. She admitted to herself that when she got right down to the core of it, she wanted to lose the bet. She wanted Mandy to lie naked with her, to touch her and taste her and that this was simply the means by which she gave herself an out, a way to claim that it was just a bit of fun ... but really, she wanted it.
Mandy strode out to the weights area where the new guy was exercising. Emma watched the sway of her hips as she strode out, one foot crossing slightly in front of the path of the other, a trick she'd seen Mandy use many times to accentuate the sway of her tight buttocks as she walked. Emma had to admit that it worked very well. Mandy had one of the best butts to watch out of anyone that Emma knew.
Just as she was about to enter the room, Emma saw her turn back towards her and pull her nipples again, making sure that they stayed erect and noticeable as she sat down on the exercise machine directly opposite the new guy.
Emma checked him out. He was wearing a pair of lycra shorts himself. She admired again the tone of his body. He wasn't overly developed like a lot of the gym junkies that hung around this place, he was almost sculpted in his perfection. Emma found herself wondering just what he had packed away in those lycra shorts.
She noted that his eyes followed Mandy as she entered the room and took up her position. Mandy sat forward on the seat of the machine and thrust her chest out as she grasped the handles and turned them inward and outward, exercising her arms.
Emma walked into the room and sat down on an exercise bike close enough to see what was going on, but not in the line of sight of the new guy. She didn't want to have Mandy accuse her of sabotaging the attempt. She could see Mandy's breasts from here, especially the way her nipples sat out so nicely, but she couldn't make out the colour of her areolae like she'd been able to in the change rooms. She wondered if the new guy could from where he was sitting.
She noted that he was certainly taking some time to admire Mandy and then she shifted her gaze to his cock to see if there was anyway that it could be determined that Mandy was having the affect that she wanted to.
After a few minutes on the machine, Mandy moved to a treadmill not far away, certainly close enough that she could be readily seen by the new guy. Emma noted that whenever she could see that she wasn't being watched by him, Mandy would give either one or both of her nipples a quick tweak or pull her top back down until they were almost popping out.
She started out at a walk, but quickly shifted the machine to a quicker pace, setting up a slow jog. Even Emma couldn't tear her gaze away from her breasts when she started jogging. Mandy had c-cup sized breasts and at a slow jog without the restraint of her sports bra, they moved significantly as she ran.
