Alex's left eyelid twitched slightly with frustration as, for what felt like the hundredth time, Winter said: "Could you just show me that one more time?"
She'd never imagined she'd wind up feeling frustrated when she'd received a message from Winter, her long-time crush and new friend - thinking of her that way still gave Alex butterflies in her stomach - asking her to come visit her apartment one afternoon and give her some workout advice. Alex had jumped at the chance to meet up with Winter, especially since the goth girl had promised it would just be the two of them.
Alex had arrived at Winter's apartment about fifteen minutes early because she was so eager not to be late, but Winter was thankfully untroubled by her early arrival and had invited her in straight away. Alex had been immensely pleased to finally satisfy her curiosity about the kind of place a girl like Winter would live. She lived alone in her remarkably spacious apartment a short distance from campus, and everything about her place was clean, tasteful and expensive-looking. Winter must have rich parents, Alex figured. The decor was entirely in keeping with Winter's goth aesthetic, with incense burners, candles, morbid black-and-white paintings scattered all over the place. The living room had a huge tapestry hung on one wall, covered with dizzying array of occult-looking symbols, the meanings of which Alex couldn't fathom.
"You really need to see it again?" Alex asked, her voice slightly strained.
"If you wouldn't mind," Winter replied, sounding entirely untroubled as she sipped at her cup of tea and regarded Alex with shining eyes. Alex took a couple of deep breaths and prepared to stretch again, just as she had been doing all afternoon.
Winter had told Alex that she wanted to start working out more - which had surprised Alex, since Winter seemed to have a perfectly trim physique already - and had asked Alex to come over and teach her some basic workout routines. It made sense to ask her, Winter had said, given how much time she spent working out. Alex couldn't argue with that. She practically lived in the gym. She was there every day, morning and night, pushing herself harder and harder each time. When she wasn't there, she was out jogging. Alex had lost more than enough weight to satisfy her initial goals, but she'd found her regular workout schedule impossible to break and the practice of pushing her limits more and more to enhance her body almost addictive. It was thrilling and viscerally satisfying like nothing she'd ever felt before. It had taken over her life, she had to admit. All her meals were based around a carefully-researched meal plan to maximize energy and muscle gain, and she'd traded coffee and wine for protein shakes and electrolyte drinks. She was making only the barest effort with her schoolwork, and was struggling to care about all the angry emails she received from her professors, piling up unread in her inbox. Alex spent more time researching exercise techniques than anything academic. Besides working out, she only had one other hobby: masturbating. Every time she left the gym, exhausted, she staggered home, collapsed on her bed and fucked herself silly. It just felt so good. Alex loved how in-tune with her body she felt, and if that manifested as a higher sex drive, that was far from the unhappiest thing she could imagine. She masturbated as many as a dozen times every day - at least, when she couldn't find someone else to scratch that particular itch for her. Sometimes it was Sierra, and sometimes it was a random stranger she ran into whilst jogging or at the gym. That had happened more than once now, and Alex had long since stopped feeling any shame about it.
Alex turned to face Winter sideways on and then extended her left leg forward and bent her knees, demonstrating a basic lunge stretch. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Winter watching her keenly, but she couldn't shake the feeling that none of this was really about teaching Winter anything. Alex had tried suggesting Winter give the exercises a shot, but the goth girl had demurred. She said she'd attempt them and let Alex appraise her efforts, but only after she felt she understood all the exercises well enough. Strangely, though, Winter wasn't dressed appropriate for exercise at all. She was wearing a long, flowing black dress and had been sipping tea out of an elegant china teacup all afternoon, and the way she'd been studying Alex had made her feel more like prize poodle on display than an exercise coach. If she hadn't known better, she would have sworn Winter was more interested in her body than in what she was doing with it. Her eyes constantly traced and re-traced the curvature of Alex's muscles as she exerted herself herself, her gaze so intent that she was practically leering at her. To an extent, Alex couldn't blame her. Her muscles were becoming increasingly large and well-defined, to the point they attracted looks and comments from passersby. But there was something else in Winter's eyes too. An eagerness and a possessiveness that reminded Alex more than anything of the way a master sculptor might appraise a half-carved piece of marble, hungry to press on with their work. It didn't strike Alex as the way someone would look at their exercise coach or their friend, or even another human being.
"May I...?" Winter asked, raising the small remote control she had in her hand.
"Oh... sure," Alex answered, blushing. Winter pressed one of the buttons on the remote and a set of vibrators attached across her body purred into life. Alex gasped, and had to fight to keep her body in proper form. She used vibrators as much as possible when she exercised, even though the constant, insistent pleasure made it hard to concentrate. How could she not use them? It was common sense, although feeling such pleasure at something so normal made her deeply embarrassed.
She was so glad Winter had told her it was common sense. She must have been making such a fool of herself at first, working out with at least one vibrator against her pussy. Winter had even been so nice as to buy her a new set, one that could be controlled remotely and that included a small, vibrating butt plug, which was now humming away inside Alex's ass. For a while, after Ashe had questioned it, Alex had been struggling to figure out why exactly it would be common sense. Fortunately, Winter had been kind enough to remind her: vibrations running through the body, especially through sensitive areas, stimulated weight loss and muscle growth. It was obvious really, Alex realized. She couldn't imagine why she'd needed Winter to tell her. It was common sense.
Her body throbbing and thrumming with heat and pleasure, Alex struggled to make her way through the series of exercises she was meant to be teaching Winter. She was already tired from demonstrating them repeatedly; her breath was ragged and her muscles were screaming at her for relief, and every time she thought she was getting into a good rhythm, the vibrations against her pussy and her tits would seem to redouble, sending little lightning shocks of pleasure coursing through her and making her twitch and heave, threatening to send her off-balance. All the while, she was conscious of the way Winter was looking at her. She was staring at her intently, leaning forward as she sipped her tea, eyes shining.
"Wait a minute," Winter spoke up. "Could you just hold that position for me?"
Alex froze. She was mid-stretch, with her arms and legs tensed. Holding the position was almost painful, but she couldn't bring herself to do anything that might displease Winter. Winter rose to her feet and walked a languid circuit around the coffee table until she was standing right beside Alex.
"I think it'll be easier for me to understand if I just..." Without saying anything, Winter reached out and rested her fingertips on Alex's upper arm. Alex's breathing caught in her throat. Winter started moving her hand, slowly drawing her fingers up over Alex's shoulder and then down her side. Alex couldn't move, of even speak. All she could do was hold her pose, her body straining, panting hard, as Winter examined her. Somehow, Winter's touch was more powerful and felt more electric than all the vibrators on her body put together. As Winter's hand traveled across to her abs and then down over her hips to her thighs, Alex noticed that she seemed to be tracing the outlines of her muscles, applying just barely enough pressure to test their definition and firmness. Alex had to fight to suppress a moan.
"Oh yes, you're coming along wonderfully," Winter purred. Alex frowned. What did that mean? Winter removed her hand, and slowly walked back around to retake her seat. She picked up the vibrator remote and switched off the vibrators. Alex was grateful for the relief, but a little confused too. "Come, sit at here at the table with me."
"OK," Alex replied, her confusion deepening. Wasn't she supposed to be teaching Winter how to work out? She made to sit down, but then noticed that there was only one chair: the one Winter was occupying. She looked at Winter.
