The Yoga Excuse

Alyce Anderson and Arya Fae finished class. Arya walked to her car when someone called her name. She turned and saw the girl but couldn't place her. Alyce introduced herself—same class. Arya remembered. She was heading home to stretch. Alyce wanted in and asked to join. They drove back together. Arya laid out two mats in the living room and pulled off her clothes. Alyce watched. “What are you doing?” she asked. “I always do it naked,” Arya said. She told Alyce to slip off her dress if she felt uneasy. Alyce kept the dress. Arya watched her posture, then moved in to correct it—her fingers brushed close, then over Alyce’s breast. They sat. Breathwork. When they stretched again, Alyce faltered. Arya explained the bra blocked the flow. Alyce removed it. Legs next. Arya adjusted her hips, letting her hand linger. She said the underwear did the same. Alyce hesitated, then stepped out of them. She was naked now. Arya asked if she knew tantra. Alyce shook her head. “It channels sexual energy to shape your future.” Alyce’s pulse jumped. “Want to learn?” Arya asked. “As long as you keep an open mind.” Alyce nodded. Arya kissed her first, slow and sure, guiding her toward something hotter than yoga.