For Carter Jones, Dana McDonough has always been an exotic, forbidden fruit. The two women share a yoga class. But Carter, as an out of the closet lesbian, has always repressed her deep desire for what she thinks is her straight friend. When their yoga class gets cancelled, Dana invites her into her home so that they can still exercise together. In the process, Dana reveals she's been going through an identity crisis. For Carter, what was once a forbidden fruit may not be forbidden anymore.

WARNING! This short story contains graphic and explicit depictions of sex between consenting adults. It is meant only for mature readers of legal age. Here is an excerpt....

We began our routine facing each other by bending over placing our palms flat against the floor. From there, we transitioned into downward facing dog. That changed into the push-up-like plank position. Here is where we made true eye contact. At the time, I didn’t know if it was wishful thinking on my part at that point, but there was a bit of intimacy in how she looked at me. Back at the studio, Dana wasn’t really much of a distraction because we were side by side. There was no looking at her lithe, shapely body, and I realized that made it much easier to concentrate. I tried to put how attractive she was out of my mind. From there, we put our pelvises to the floor and arched our backs into a cobra pose. Things got extremely interesting once were sitting cross-legged and facing each other.

It eventually led to use holding the soles of our feet in an upward facing wide-angle seated position. Basically, our legs were spread eagle at each other, and both of us were wearing tights. It was really hard not to look down, directly at the spandex between her legs and how it curved over her pubic mound. If this was a staring contest, I wasn’t about to lose. I mean, I genuinely liked Dana as a person and didn’t want to offend her. Turns out, I didn’t have to bother. Dana was actually the first to look down. I dreaded having a severe camel toe or something like that. Then, her gaze came back hotly and directly into my eyes.

“Carter,” she said. “Can I ask you a very personal question?”

I had no idea where this was going. “Shoot.” I said.

“Do you currently have a girlfriend?” She stopped the pose and broke the routine.

I did the same. “No. I’m single. Why do you ask?”

She awkwardly blushed. “I don’t know. I…” She paused for a long moment. “I’m just curious.” She paused again. “When did you know you were…”