AF John: after class

"It's not for me, Robin. Looks like you owe me a text."
"I guess I do, I'm a woman of my word."
"Sure you are," replied John with a bit of vitriol, "What are the options?" asked John as he looked around the room at the exposed skin.
"I tend to keep in contact with folk pretty well, so not too many. There is my coworker Jerry, or is it Terry? My neighbor's neighbor Sheila. My ex John.."
"That one. Message him."
"I'd rather message Jerry."
"Look, you are a 'woman of your word'"
"I never said you get to choose the person, Cleo."
"Look Robin, I'll come to yoga class twice a week if you let me choose who and what is said," proposed John.
"...Deal. I'll message john. What do I message him?" asked Robin. John took a moment to think, and looked around. They were now alone.
"Text him a picture of your boobs," demanded John.
"What? No, that's crazy."
"You promised Robin."
Robin took a deep breath, "You're right. I did. This is insane, but I'll do it." She took her phone out of her locker and took off her top and sportsbra, allowing her breasts to sway fully as she turned a little away from her locker, but not fully to John. She took her phone and turned it to selfie mode. Turning her phone on its side, she took a picture of her boobs. Looking at it, she decided it was good enough, and did not show her face. She selected it to send to John. Robin hesitated for a few seconds before clicking send and saying, "I don't think that needs words with it. John deserves to be confused."
It was that moment when his phone buzzed in his locker. John gasped, realizing that the timing was suspicious, but Robin went to go shower. Of course she would ignore it. She thinks she is with another woman in the locker room thought John as he was reaching for his sweatpants. Then Robin came back, "You aren't going to shower?"
"Wasn't planning on it, Robin."
"I thought you'd want to wash off the boobsweat. You are pretty well endowed Cleo."
John did not want to think about boobsweat. He just wanted to go back to being himself, so he put his sweatpants and shirt back on over his workout clothing. He checked the locker again, looking for a bag, then running his hands over the space. By the time he was done, Robin was done getting ready and they left together.
"I'll see you in 2 days for the next class, " as she was getting out her phone, "What's your number? I want to remind you to come."