Chapter 14: 14. Yoga session

Keira’s POV.

I did not have sessions with Clint for the next two days, and I used my free time to register for yoga as he had advised. This was a massive step for me, trying to curb my sexual appetite. Even Natasha was glad I had finally taken my therapy seriously.

That morning, I changed into my yoga clothes while Natasha was still fast asleep. It was a weekend which meant there were no classes for the day. I would catch up with the tons of assignments waiting for me later, but for now, I had a mission.

Natasha’s room door flew open the moment I grabbed my car keys from the kitchen table. She wore yoga clothes and struggled to wear her Converse shoes, limping on one leg.

"Oh, thank God," she said. "I thought you already left without me."

"Where are you going dressed like that?"

"What do you think? I am coming with you to do yoga." The shoes managed to fit into her legs, and she walked over to where I stood.

"Since when do you do yoga?"

"Since your genius therapist suggested it. You are not the only one who needs to channel their energy, and I have shit going on."

I could not help but feel guilt knowing she had stuff going on, and I had no clue. What a wonderful friend I am, and I had been too sucked into my sex-crazed life not to notice what was right under my nose.

"Okay. I am running late, so we need to hurry."

We drove together to the yoga class with Natasha in the passenger’s seat, complaining about how fast I was going. I rolled my eyes with a chuckle, pulling into the yoga class parking lot when we arrived.

The class had already begun when we walked into the room. Students sat atop yoga mats on the floor, with the instructor giving instructions during the session.

They demonstrated stretching poses while Natasha and I followed suit, almost falling on our butts at the complexity.

"Is it always this hard?" Natasha whispered beside me, panting and sweating buckets as I resisted the urge to laugh.

"It is not too late to leave, you know."

"I am not a quitter," she replied, changing poses when the instructor did. "I am proud of you for making progress with Dr Homer. This is the most I have seen you try to take anyone’s advice."

"That is not true. I take you and Brendon’s advice which is why I am receiving therapy?"

"You are doing this for yourself, not for us."

Honestly, I was also proud of myself for this much progress. Old me would have looked for ways to get the sexy instructor’s attention. But I had only checked him out twice so far. I mentally gave myself a pat on the back.

My eyes traveled to his figure again for another sneak peek, and he caught me staring this time. Then he winked in my direction.

Not today, Satan.

"Keira, I think the instructor is checking you out," Natasha informed me as if it was not obvious enough. "Are you not such a man magnet?"

"Focus, Natasha. We are here to get my mind off sex, not remind me about it."

"Right. Sorry."

I saw him walk towards us, helping students who fell over to gain balance.

"He is coming here, isn't he?" I heard Natasha whisper beside me, and her face was out of view, so I could only hear her soft breathing.

"I hope the fuck not."

Contrary to my wishes, he stopped before me, assessing if I got the pose right.

"You are doing a good job, Miss…."

He trailed off, waiting for me to provide my name. "Keira," I said.

"Yes, Keira. You have excellent balance. But if you could widen out your legs a bit more," I felt his hand placement on my inner thigh, slowly spreading out my legs the way he wanted. Good lord. "And bend over for more effect." His second hand slid up my waist and pushed it forward.

My pussy clenched at the feel of his bulge on my backside, rubbing itself over my black leggings. He was doing this on purpose. I craved holding his bulge in my hands, sliding my fingers up and down his length. It was huge, and I just knew it. Not huge enough to compete with Clint's little monster, though.

I shook my head immediately. Clint would be so proud of me for having sexual fantasies about my yoga instructor.

The instructor took a step back and smiled. "Now that is more like it."

I was bent over with my ass in the air, and he looked like he enjoyed the sight.

Natasha cleared her throat when he left. "That was something."

"These fucking men are testing me, I swear."

"So what now? He is still staring at you like he would fancy a quickie in the bathrooms."

I turned to look, and he really was staring at me that way, bringing out his tongue to wet his lips. They were long and pink and would feel good down my throat. "Do I want to ditch this and fuck his brains out? Yes. Yes, I do. Would I go against my therapist after we talked about sexual impulses? No. I would not."

We changed poses for the umpteenth time, and this time my ass was no longer in the air for his prying eyes to invade. We sat cross-legged on the floor, eyes closed and hands held up in meditation.

It was calming. Too calming.

"Keira."

"Shhh," I hushed Natasha, breathing in and out and letting go of everything disturbing my mind. The instructor's soothing voice added the cherry on top, and I just wanted to stay like this forever.

Everything around me gradually began to tune out. The instructor’s voice, Natasha’s loud breathing beside me. And for the first time, the world around me felt peaceful.