Lesbian Workout Stories: Yoga Camp

Cassidy Klein's cockblocked by one obsessional crush: her yoga instructor, Kendra James, all hard thighs and lats that shouldn't belong on someone who teaches for a living. Vanessa Veracruz and Alix Lynx spot the sick little grin and offer the cure: acro yoga. Tight shorts ride up every ass, hips pointed like weapons, tongues loose in Cassidy's ear as they sell it. Breathe with her. Stretch with her. Climb her like scaffolding and let gravity do the rest. Cassidy books the slot, three bodies, one trap, Wednesday at six. She goes home and googles the positions; head down, legs split, one spot that looks more like a lap-dance than a stretch. Heat pools low. The night-gown hits the floor. She spreads on the rug, rubbing until she’s swollen and shining, then stops short; won't waste the real thing on her own hand. Wednesday she's ready to scream. Vanessa swears the routine will crack the straight-girl code: peel the tops, flash the tits, make the teacher think undressing is her idea. It works. Tops vanish, pants follow, a wet slit framed by each girl’s thighs, until even the prim instructor is bare. Cassidy folds first, mouth hard over Kendra’s, teeth clicking, hands grabbing. Somebody kicks the door shut. Now they wrestle in a naked knot. Vanessa and Alix suck at each other’s tongues, tasting straps of sweat. Cassidy sits on Kendra’s face while Alix tongues her from behind, then they spin. Cassidy licks Kendra’s cunt open, twisting two fingers in until the instructor’s thighs lock around her wrist. Alix rims Vanessa, forehead pressed against pale cheeks, jaw flexing like she can’t get enough spit inside her. 69 turns into 96; every girl cycling, tongues slick and greedy, bodies stamping heat into the mat. When they finally stand, the studio air stinks like sex and eucalyptus. That won’t be the last class they wreck.