Madison

Even with all these people here, Madison is still the hottest of them all. None of them can compare to those huge, succulent breasts, just waiting to be grabbed, or that ass that jiggled so perfectly firmly in her yoga pants. You can almost feel yourself drooling from the thought of that body on yours.

"-ayla? Did you hear what I said?"

You blush a deep beetroot red. "I'm sorry, I zoned out."

She gives you a knowing look that only makes you go more red. "Well, I was just saying that we need to get into partners for this exercise, so do you want to choose yours first?"

Oh. Before your mind has time to process the implications, your mouth blurts out, "Can I go with you?"

She looks surprised but she agrees. "Of course. So, what we're doing is a little warm up before we start, just some partner exercises. We'll start with a resistance band. Just pulling on it gently with your partner."

You stand shoulder to shoulder with Madison, pulling against what looks like a giant elastic band with your right hand, and her with her left. As she easily stretches it out, she leans over to whisper in your ear. "Anyone caught your eye yet?"

You almost freeze. "Y-yeah, just one," you stammer back.

"That's good." To the rest of the group she yells out 'rotate', and you all turn so now you're facing away from the centre of the circle. "You know, you don't have to go with me. I won't be offended."

"Yeah, I know."

"Oh. If you're worried about them judging you, don't be. Believe it or not, most of these guys were like you when they started out. They'll understand."

Curiousity piqued, you ask, "Were you like that too?"

"No, I always looked like this," she jokes, giving her spare arm a flex. "Yeah, I was a skinny little shrimp before I came here. Oh, we should move onto the next exercise."

Madison drops the resistance band and calls the group in. "So, our next warm up includes a medicine ball. We'll be passing it between partners as we do sit-ups together. Got it? Let's go."

Even though you can barely do a sit-up, she secretly pulls you half the way, pausing to talk when you pass the ball. "So, what do they look like?"

Your face grows red. "Well, they're tall."

"Go on."

"They're very fit."

"Still doesn't narrow it down."

"And they have blonde hair."

This catches her off-guard. She looked around the room. There is brown hair, black hair, even some bright colours in pink and blue. But not a single one of the heads in the group has blonde hair. "You've lost me."

Mustering all the courage you can, you reach out and tuck a strand of Madison's long, blonde locks behind her ear. Her face turns bright, beetroot red. "Play along," she whispers.

Then she turns to the group again. "Hey guys, we're going to have to cut this session short, Kayla's pulled a muscle."

Taking this as your cue, you double over, as if from pain, and groan loudly.

"I'm taking her to the masseuse." Carefully, Madison guides you to your feet, supporting you as you both hobble away into an empty massage room. She locks the door behind you.

"So. You have a crush on me?"

You nod. "Yeah. Totally. Maybe a bit of lust as well."

She sinks down onto the floor. "Kayla, I'd love to be your girlfriend, really I would. But, you don't know me yet."

"Well then let me get to know you! I want to be with you, Madison."

"You don't understand!" She drags a hand across her face. "I have driven every other girl I've been with away. You and me, it's not going to work out."

"Tell me what you're afraid of."

"I can't just-"

"You can," you say gently. "You can trust me. I won't run, I won't scream, I won't judge. No matter what it is you think will drive me away, I won't be mad. Just trust me."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive."

"Well then, here I go." She takes a deep breath.