The lady in the pale blue lycra shorts frowned and stepped off the slowing treadmill as Molly Gregson quickly looked away. Blushing crimson red, Molly felt ashamed to have been caught ogling the woman. What is going on with me? she thought. Am I gay, bisexual or what?
Having had a handful of (for the most part) happy, fulfilling relationships with men, the last few years had seen Molly begin to seriously question her sexuality.
An extended period of single life had led Molly's self-pleasure sessions including an exploration of pornography. She increasingly found herself focusing on the female element of what she saw, which evolved into her actively searching for lesbian videos. Meanwhile she started to 'notice' attractive ladies in a very different way and many of her masturbatory fantasies were now filled with female friends and acquaintances. While she knew there was nothing wrong with these feelings, she still felt a sense of deep embarrassment, confusion and not a little shame.
Just as she was adjusting the weights on her machine, Molly felt a tap on her shoulder and a familiar voice say "Hey, Molls, you about ready to make a move?"
Hayley Banks had been in a similar situation to Molly when she joined the gym six months ago. Single for a couple of years and slipping into bad eating and drinking habits, Hayley and Molly had both decided to sign up to the fitness centre in the same week, and before long a firm friendship was formed.
Physically, they were rather different - Molly a short and stocky 5'4 with voluminous 36E breasts and Hayley, over six feet tall with narrow hips and struggling to fill an B-cup. Hayley was naturally pretty where Molly wasn't, a thick head of black hair framing her sharp, elegant features. Molly was chubby of cheek had always had a complex about her upturned nose, but her bubbly demeanour and kind heart meant she hit it off with Hayley almost immediately.
Their favourite haunt was the coffee shop across the road from the gym, where they'd assess their fitness targets, bitch about work and generally pass the time of day. As they lived only a few miles apart, it wasn't long before Molly and Hayley began car sharing to the gym, and tonight Hayley was driving.
"Yeah, I'll just do a few more reps on this one then I'm finished," said Molly, a film of sweat plastering her fringe to her forehead.
"Could I be a real pain and ask if we can get straight off tonight?" asked Hayley. "I'm going round to my brother's to help him with his CV and I don't want it to be a late night."
"No problems," said Molly, who felt a measure of relief. The changing area had become an increasing distraction of late, as she found her gaze lingering on breasts, bums, legs and loins rather more than was healthy. The chance to skip her shower here was welcome.
As Hayley drove, she noticed that Molly was unusually quiet.
"What's up, Molls?" she asked. "You're not saying much tonight."
"Nothing really, just a bit stressed at work," replied Molly.
Hayley left it at that, but when they arrived at Molly's place a few minutes later she asked again. Molly couldn't hold it in any longer and began to weep.
"Hey, hey, what's all this?" said Hayley.
