To Capture A Heart

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Lisa's first kiss was rushed and sloppy, hidden in the shadows of the girls locker room at Wayside High. Seulgi had stripped down her defenses and convinced her that it was ok, because they were attracted to each other - that she wanted her for some unknown reason. The rational side of Lisa's young brain knew that the girl was lying as she pulled her close and their lips met. She didn't see stars...if anything she was too nervous that Seulgi was playing some sick joke to embarrass her. Lisa would just die if anyone ever found out about them...Any kisses Lisa was lucky to have after that were more mechanical, something she did for the sake of intimacy.  

Nothing would ever compare to the way Jennie kissed her the other night. The way she held her - so sure and confident in what she felt about her. When Jennie kissed it was more than just with her lips. She consumed Lisa with her touch, the way she pressed their bodies together. The way her tongue confidently invaded Lisa's mouth and took what she wanted. She knew that if things ever progressed between them, Jennie would be a fantastic lover.    

Lisa's thoughts were so consumed with it as the days passed. Another Thursday was upon them and the butterflies remained like little persistent reminders that it happened, and would hopefully happen again very soon. They'd made plans to meet at the gym per usual. Lisa had a doctor's appointment so she left work early. She wanted to attend one of the yoga classes and invited Jennie on a whim, never thinking she would agree. Jennie wasn't much of a yoga girl. Lisa didn't beg her, however she did hint that she could spend an hour looking at her bending over in her leggings. Jennie agreed right away.

When Lisa pulled into the parking lot, Jennie was waiting for her by the entrance. 

"Hey beautiful." Jennie purred. Her devious smile was so infectious it made Lisa blush.

"Hey yourself." Lisa looked her over, lifting an eyebrow at the tight shorts and tank Jennie wore. Her hair was pulled back as she usually wore it, but something about her looked different. "I see you came prepared." Lisa pointed to Jennie's yoga mat under her arm.

"We're yoga-ing today right?"

Lisa laughed, "Yes, we're yoga-ing." 

The space they used doubled as a dance studio, with blonde wood flooring, plain white walls on three sides with large mirrors lining the fourth wall. Lisa and Jennie walked in and unrolled their mats near the back. Kimberly, the instructor, smiled and greeted them with Namaste as others filed past in two's and three's, chatting as they also unrolled their mats and did some preliminary stretching, some of them rolling their necks or stretching out their hamstrings. It was quite a small intermediate class, maybe a dozen women with ages ranging from around twenty to fifty.

Once everyone had settled, Kimberly lead them through some warm-up stretches, then moved onto some basic positions: the cow pose, Bikram triangle, child pose, easy boat pose. Jennie moved pretty well through each pose seeing as she was technically a beginner, and even though she was enjoying the stretching her muscles truly needed, her eyes kept straying to her partner. Lisa wasn't lying when she told Jennie that she could watch her bending over. All she could see was that ass! She hoped nobody noticed her flushed face as she turned her attention back to the instructor. As they moved onto more demanding poses, Kimberly demonstrated each position carefully herself before moving around the class, offering words of encouragement and advice, helping them replicate her body shape. 

Lisa looked over a couple times asking if she was ok. Jennie was more than ok, she was turned on. Lisa knew what she was doing in those fucking leggings and sports bra. Her body was just...Jennie wanted to lick the sweat off of it.