That time when I was a chubby closeted lesbian and got a breast fondle from a leggy, bubbly beauty

I was about 21. I was trying to get over my long time crush on a mutual friend (and co worker) of ours, and I was partly hiding in a women only environment like this gym because it was the only place I could be free from men (or so I thought, but that's another story) This friend had just met her future husband and was stoked to show me the pictures of them kissing and making out. I was beyond jealous (I still regret not telling her how I felt before she met him). I joined her at the gym and was walking around in my extra large shirt and leggings doing some yoga-ish stuff. I was also in the "I'm not gay; I just like the idea of being a lesbian" phase. I had a hardcore crush on another girl in the gym, and I told myself that it was just a stupid infatuation. Anyway, I was walking along the row of treadmills and I saw this beautiful girl working out on one of them, but she was so tall that she couldn't walk on it (it was one of those long ones where you could walk for like 10 feet before you hit the edge). She was all smiles and waves to people as they walked by, and I thought she was just a morning person. <br><br>About 4 or 5 times, I saw her glance over to me. Now, I'm a very shy person and I don't really like talking to people I don't know so I would just smile back and wave her off. It was weird because she would smile and walk faster on the treadmill, and then I would try to hurry off to another machine so I didn't have to keep looking at her, but she would hurry off the treadmill and try to work out next to me. I assumed she wanted to talk to me, so I tried to avoid her. I then went to the locker room to change in private. When I went to the bathroom stall, this girl was in the stall next to me, and I heard her talking to someone about how she was trying to hit on me and that she was completely smitten with me. I was so scared, irate, and confused. I remember thinking "I don't even talk to guys I like, how could she be talking to me like that?"<br><br>When I came out, she was waiting for me and introduced herself. I tried to play it cool and didn't let on that I knew she was crushing on me. A few minutes later, we were making out in the locker room. She told me that she was about to leave and asked if I wanted to leave with her. The next thing I remember, she had her hands all over me and we were making out in her car. I remember being so flustered when she told me she could see down my shirt (I was a DD at the time, so I was pretty self conscious about it). She lifted up my shirt and bra and started kissing and sucking my breasts and told me I was the prettiest girl she had ever seen. I think we might have fooled around for a bit more, but I don't know because I went back to the gym the next day and completely avoided her. I was terrified that someone had seen us and that I was going to get in trouble for hooking up with someone in the locker room.<br><br>I stopped going to that gym shortly after, and I never told anyone what happened. I'm not sure if I would have dated her if I wasn't so terrified; I just know I went back to the "not gay" thing until I came out a year later. I'm not sure what happened to her. I hope she's doing well.<br><br>EDIT: It's so weird re-reading this. I remember writing this, but I don't remember the details of what happened. It's definitely a fond memory, and I would do anything to go back to her.