Meditation Class

Chanell Heart stood at the front of the room, watching her meditation class sink into their breathing. She felt that itch, that troublemaker urge, and started her rounds. Walking slow between the bodies, she stopped behind each one, hands sliding across shoulders like she meant it, fingers digging in where tension lived. No one stirred. They kept their eyes shut, lungs moving even. She tried again, palms pressing lower, grazing across thighs, hips, the edge of breasts through thin cotton. Still nothing. Frustration twisted inside her chest. Then she reached Sabina. The redhead sat perfectly still until Chanell's touch grazed her ribs, and suddenly her breathing cracked. Heat flushed up her neck. Chanell caught it, grinned, and stayed. She spoke the next cue for the class while her hands roamed beneath Sabina's shirt, palms hot over bare skin, thumbs circling sensitive spots. Sabina's thighs pressed together. She bit her lip but didn't move away. "You're holding onto tension," Chanell whispered close, lips nearly brushing her ear. "Needs special work. Lie back for me." Sabina obeyed, stretching out on the mat. The guided words kept coming, softer now, less steady, while Chanell straddled her hips and started working oil across her skin. Slow circles over her breasts, thumbs flicking hardened nipples. Long strokes down her belly. Sabina tried to stay quiet, breath hissing through clenched teeth whenever fingers slipped lower. She arched but kept her moans small. Chanell's instructions faltered. Her voice cracked on the next inhale-exhale count. One hand stayed busy between Sabina's legs, the other gripping the mat for balance. The wet sound of fingers moving in and out cut through the room. Sabina's back bowed hard. She came with a choked gasp she couldn't swallow back. Two heads lifted. Eyes opened. One student gathered her bag fast and walked out without a word. The other two stayed seated, watching. Their chests rose faster. They didn't look away.