You strain to heave the weighted barbell above your chest, grimacing as the heavy slab of iron begins to overtake you. "That all you got? Where's that fire inside in your heart? Show it to me!" As usual, Xinyan is looming over you like a no-nonsense coach; amber eyes burning with passion and warmth. The rocker's words seem to do the trick, revving up your engines like a decked out Harley-Davidson. With a sputtering groan you rack the barbell and slowly rising from the benchpress; that was intense!
"Damn, that was good, right?" You look to Xinyan for approval and she gives it openly; never known to be shy. "Hell yeah! Your best set yet; now if only you could put that much effort into learning bass!" Forever a tease, she gives you a playful punch to an already aching shoulder.
Xinyan's been pushing for you to join her on stage for some months now, despite your musical ineptitude; perhaps the brown-skinned bombshell sees something in you? A weak chuckle slips past your lips while you recover, "Oh shut up." There is a brief moment of hesitation as your eyes linger on Xinyan's toned, tan figure, admiring the form-fitting nature of her revealing workout apparel; a crimson and black sports bra with tight, short spats of the same color to match. Her taut tummy is calling to you, and no slacker herself, it's impossible not to notice the thin layer of glistening sweat that clings to her milk chocolate skin.
Wait, this is your friend, dammit!
"Come on, smelly," she blushes slightly, noticing your gaze. She finishes with a toss of a small towel, "Let's get cleaned up." The showers at your gym are completely separated from the changing area and a bit isolated. The warm water of the shower soothes your aching body and relaxes tight muscles; you to release a long, gentle sigh in response. You hear the pitter patter of bare feet on tile. "Hello?"
You spin to face Xinyan, who surprised, slips on the watery floor to collide with your naked body!