Teach Me To Be Good For You

Chapter 1

Alexa's P.O.V

"Come on Alexa! I know you can do better!" my gym coach, Vanessa, sighs. I sigh too, clenching my jaw in frustration. This isn't even a particularly difficult exercise. The rest of the students in the class, Hailey, Emma, and Britney stand to the side as I try to master the floor move they've all perfected. I can get through it until the forward pike roll, which is a basic movement but puts a lot of strain on my left knee, which I've had surgery on a couple of months ago. 

"Lexi, stop, stop, stop. Okay, come here." I cast my eyes downward, ashamed, as I make my way over to Vanessa. 

"This isn't a hard exercise, Alexa." I wish she'd stop moving from my full name to my nickname, it's confusing. I can't tell if she's mad at me or not now. 

"I know, I know, I'm sorry." I sigh, shifting my weight off my knee and extending it slightly. 

"Oh Lexi, you idiot." Vanessa groans. "Your knee is giving you shit again, isn't it?"

"Yeah, kind of." I lie. 

"Tell me the truth." she pushes. 

"it hurts like a bitch and I've wanted to stop since the first half hour." I tell her. She bites her lip in concern and leads me over to a seat on the wall of the gymnasium, handing me a water bottle. 

"Here, you're done. Just come back down for the cool down stretches." she says. Something about her, whether it be her caring tone or concerned face, makes me bite my own lip in frustration. 

No, not the annoyed kind of frustration. 

Sexual frustration. 

Some people might be shocked, but when I told my friend Kayla, who works here at the gym, she just shrugged and returned to gathering towels from the bathroom (not without reminding me that Vanessa's married, of course). Sometimes I can be a bit obvious, but hopefully nothing Vanessa can see. Yet.

I watch her supple, smooth movements as she demonstrates a new movement and instructs the rest of the girls to do it. 

Unlike Emma and Hailey, Brit and I aren't naturals at gymnastics. We do it because we love it, just like the other girls, but we have to work twice as hard to keep up. Burning with jealously, I don't take my eyes off Vanessa as she shows Brit exactly what to do with her legs- which involves her touching her pretty much everywhere. Gymnastics is kind of touchy, especially when you're doing new things. 

"Lexi, wanna come over now?" Vanessa calls. Surprised, I nod and make my way over to the group, sliding down onto the mat and following Vanessa in the cool down stretches.

"You were really good." I say to Brit. She smiles, happiness cracking through the tiredness her face is showing. 

"Thanks Lexi. I'm sorry your knee was stuffing up today." she replies, pouting in sympathy. I shrug and glance over at Vanessa for the next stretch, copying her as I admire the curves of her body. She's so beautiful, the way her back arches into her stretches and her eyebrows furrow in concentration as she holds her position. Because of old injuries from her competing days, she finds it difficult to stretch in certain ways.