Yoga Instructor

Your lithe little bisexual redhead is a yoga instructor. You kept running into her at the gym and were surprised that she was still in high school after watching her bend and flex. She could teach your entire cheerleading squad a few things, that's for sure.

If that wasn't enough, every time you see her teach her class, her crotch is inevitably thrusted straight toward you when you walk past. Her yoga leotard left virtually nothing to the imagination; it looked like it was a year or two old and it was starting to wear thin at the crotch. Just thin enough, as a matter of fact, that you could see the barest hint of coppery fur through it in the proper light.

Watching her stretch and curl and lead the class full of nubile women always makes your pulse race and your cock twitch. She always sees you and smiles, and it's always more than a friendly smile. That smile is always amplified by her taut nipples hardening under her suit while she works and leads her class.

One day you notice she's not only grinning at you, but at a girl who walks past at about the same time you do. She occasionally licks her lips at the other girl and then tries to pass it off as licking the fine sheen of sweat from her skin during her class.