It was a Friday in early spring in 1986 and Madonna was blasting from the video screens that were everywhere in the Covent Garden Gym in the heart of London. The gym was considered by some to be intimidating, as the walls were covered in mirrors, providing no hiding place for any extra pounds or inches. Sarah didn't really care, as she was addicted to the gym, coming here whenever she could. Her straight shoulder length brown hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail and with sweat dripping from her body, she pounded the track on the treadmill, having already covered 5km, but she still pushed on at a steady pace.
At 5'1" Sarah was small and compact and kept herself in good condition spending most evenings in the gym, as she didn't really have much else to do in London. She was in the UK for a year's attachment to the company's English branch to learn corporate & labour law from a different perspective. Sarah was not really a mixer and didn't really understand the local culture, so she had become a bit of a 'gym rat.' The exercise gave her a chance to reflect on her work, and heading to the gym immediately after work let her avoid rush hour, before she headed back to her rented flat in North London.
Glancing at the girl running on the treadmill next to her, Sarah smiled to herself, thinking the 20-something year old looked like a large cat as she glided along gracefully. Sarah could see that the girl had already covered 10km, but had barely broken a sweat, only a small dampening under her arms as evidence that she was exercising. The girl must have been 5'8" tall and ran with such poise and demeanour, she was obviously someone in total control of her body.
The girl returned Sarah's smile, and then pressed the button to raise the platform to a steep incline, and Sarah was amazed and admired the way the she just gritted her teeth and drove herself onwards, not breaking the pace for several minutes, until she finally moved the platform back to the level and stepped off the machine.
As they cooled down and stretched in the same general area, Sarah turned and smiled at the woman and introduced herself, "Hi! I'm Sarah. That was some punishment you gave yourself on that run."
The girl looked at Sarah with a wary look on her face, studying her intently before saying, "You're American."
"Wow! They breed them bright over here," Sarah laughed, humour and sarcasm her natural defence mechanism when feeling challenged. "What gave it away, the accent or THIS?" she said, thrusting out her small chest dramatically, displaying the tee shirt emblazoned with the stars & stripes.
The girl laughed and then replied, "Sorry, love, I'm Julie. It's just that I am always a bit wary when someone tries to pick me up."
Taken aback by her assumption, Sarah stammered, "Pick you up?" then added, "I'm not a lesbian... um not that I have anything against lesbians... I'm sure they are nice... as I am sure you are nice... even if you are a lesbian, I mean." Her voice trailed off as her cheeks reddened, and she realised she was digging herself a larger hole with each word.
"How do you know you aren't one?" Julie laughed and queried, "Have you ever tried?" She then roared as she watched Sarah blush, and offered, "C'mon let me lust over you in the shower then you can buy me a drink and see if you can charm me into bed."
Sarah followed her into the changing room thinking it would be strange to undress and shower with a woman who she knew would be looking at her as a sex object, but in reality, she felt totally natural and at ease with Julie. They chattered about various mundane matters like the cost of the gym, the price of a decent meal, and the state of the transport system, while washing away the effects of the workout under the warm spray of the club shower.
Sarah couldn't help glancing at Julie's body and found herself wondering what it might be like to be with another woman. At 26, she had only ever dated guys, and although there were a few lesbians, or rumoured to be lesbians in her home town, it was still something that was frowned upon in sleepy suburb of New Hartford, in upstate New York. Sarah couldn't help giggling out loud when she thought of what her father's reaction would be, if she ever told him she was showering with a lesbian. He would probably have a heart attack, but not before she was declared the spawn of Satan.
"What are you laughing at?" Julie said with a smile as she soaped her body, looking deeply into Sarah's eyes as she did.
"I was just thinking about how my Dad would have a fit if he knew I was showering with a lesbian," Sarah said in reply.