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It was weird. I mean, I didn't even like women. Well, I liked them fine as friends, coworkers and so on, but the thought of actually sleeping with someone of my own sex never actually crossed my mind until I saw Silver. Silver was a tae bo trainer. Well, she taught all sort of aerobics classes, but tae bo was what I signed up for, so that's where I saw her. Her hair was black. She had big, blue eyes and very kissable lips. Her body was very fit and it was a real treat to be forced to watch her every move as she led us through our workout. Silver had shapely legs that went up for miles, a tiny little butt that seemed rock-hard and a wonderful pair of breasts that bounced slightly despite the supportive tops she wore. And it was clear she was enjoying the attention she was getting from a whole class of girls. She always wore two-pieces outfits with booty shorts and plenty of cleavage. On the very first class, when I got to the dance studio, I detailed her from head to toe while she was shuffling through CDs and felt the usual jealousy a girl feels when she sees someone that's cuter than she. I mean I have nothing to be ashamed of myself. I'm a spectacular 31-year-young redhead with a body that rivals the one I had at 18, thanks to rigorous classes like this one and long hours at the gym. But, you know, she was competition. I saw the long glances my husband gave her as he was passing by on his way to the weight room. But as I was watching her muscles roll under her skin, I felt a very unfamiliar, warm tingle in my pussy. Maybe it was because she looked very strong and confident as she demonstrated different punches. I remember feeling a little intimidated as she threw powerful blows at an imaginary opponent. For a second, I imagined what it would be like to be on the receiving end and that's what got me going, I think. Anyway, I was completely overwhelmed by panic but managed to hide my embarrassment. At least I thought I did. There was this girl in the class, a blonde who looked like a stripper, mid-twenties. I hadn't noticed her before, but when my eyes caught hers through our reflection in the big mirror on the wall, she gave me a faint, smug smile that made it clear she saw right through me. My face turned crimson red and I almost got kicked in the butt as I really messed up the routine. I stopped and went for a sip of water as an excuse to clear my head, but when I saw Silver looking at me, obviously thinking I was too tired to keep going, I felt humiliated. Things got worst when Silver signaled me to stay after class. I couldn't help feeling very nervous, "like a virgin touched for the very first time", a popular singer would say. I took a sip of water to cool me down before I joined her next to the sound system. She was talking to the blonde girl in a very friendly and familiar matter, and I deduced it wasn't her first session in Silver's class. A little sting pang of jealousy caught me by surprise as the blonde kissed Silver on the cheek and their breasts brushed together. "What's your name?" It took me a second or two to realize Silver was talking to me. I blushed again and swallowed hard before I answered. "Cecilia." Why didn't the damned blonde leave? "Hi. You know, I wanted to tell you it's OK to take brakes if you feel too tired. This is an advanced class and it may take you a few weeks to get up to speed. No shame in that." I wanted to protest but I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and saw how flushed my face was, and how exhausted it made me look. Then I caught the same faint, smug smile on the blonde's lips and I felt an overwhelming urge to try one of those punches on her face. "This is Mallory," Silver added, putting her hand on the blonde's sweaty shoulder. "It's her third session with me, so feel free to ask her for help if you have trouble catching up." Mallory shook my hand, and there was that faint, smug smile again. I had to make a conscious effort not to run out of the class as I left. My husband was waiting for me outside, on the other side of the windows that separated the dance studio from the street, his eyes glued on Silver and Mallory. All week, I thought about never going back to the tae bo class. I was mortified about the first impression I made on Silver, and I was humiliated by Mallory's smug attitude. But I was also extremely curious about the strange desire that was awaking in me and couldn't wait to experience it again. All week, I looked at women differently. I couldn't help staring at a leg that stuck out of a dress or at a cleavage as the waitress brought my martini at a local bar. I felt like a bomb waiting for the slightest bump to explode. One night, I even went to a strip club. I don't know what I was expecting. I tried hard to recapture that tingle, but although gorgeous, the women were just too obvious. I liked Silver's strength, her confidence as she lead us, her sexy outfits that left so much and yet so little to the imagination… This was just too much to be ignored or swept under the proverbial rug. So I decided I'd go back and prove to Silver and that bitch Mallory I was good enough.