Tiny Dancer In My Bed [MF] [long]

Time for an adventure from my undergrad years in NY! This one is long so skip down to the all caps bit if you dont care about the build up.

This all started because I needed to fulfill the Phys. Ed. requirements. I took advantage of the loophole in the theater department and enlisted myself in a dance class with a professor I had heard was pretty lenient.

And so began my semester of waking up at 7:55 AM and blearily blundering to the dance studio that occupied the floor below me. There were 15 gals in the room, 4 guys, 2 of whom were gay, 1 who was the professor, and me. I had recently freed myself from a pretty brutal relationship (with an on campus restraining order), and my depressed ass hadn’t even considered the plethora of attractive women in tight dance clothes that would be present.

I quickly realized I was the only non dancer in the class, and my joy at this wonderful situation quickly transformed into anxiety as I realized I was maybe out of my depth. Enter Emma. Emma was pale, freckled, raven haired, maybe 5’1, with perky b cups and an ass sculpted by over a decade of dancing. I think she saw the panicked look on my face as we were instructed to pair up, because she rejected partnering with her friend and siddled up next to me.

[M]e and [J]ulia down by the school yard (5 year reunion)(LONG)

Julia (her middle name, not her actual name) and I met our sophomore year of high school. She transferred from to our school in the middle of the year, from a midwestern state, and was assigned to sit next to me in English class. She was an undeniably cute blonde with grey blue eyes that sparkled behind her glasses, and this mischievous smirk that just constantly put the dirtiest thoughts in my mind.

The sparks between us were hard to miss. Mainly because they were sparks thrown between two furiously dueling swordsmen. We COULD NOT stand each other. We disagreed about EVERYTHING. No matter what the topic of conversation, it would always deteriorate into mindless arguments over the stupidest minutia. Our relationship continued like this until we finally graduated and went our separate ways.

5 YEARS LATER

[M]y cosplay [f]antasy becomes reality

Long time lurker, first time writing anything like this. This happened about 5 years ago when I was in college on the east coast.

I’m 5’6, fit, and packing an average 6inches. I had long admired cosplayers and comic con attendees but I’d never taken a step towards joining the ranks. But finally I found something I really wanted to do and cobbled it together in a fashion that actually didn’t look terrible and put it up on tumblr to see if my little circle of fellow nerds dug it. It ended up getting 30k+ notes, and resulted in a few cosplayers reaching out to me.

Enter Kitty (not her real name), a mid level popular cosplayer a few years older than me, she was about 5’4, pale, dark haired, fairly skinny, with perky B cups, and a frankly surprising amount of ass. She messaged me about how I put it together, the materials I used, etc. I responded with a pretty thorough response, expecting that to be that. She then messaged me again, telling me she’d been thinking about cosplaying a character often shipped with mine. I responded “its a shame you’re not in New York, we could have a pretty awesome photoshoot.” Almost immediately she messages me back asking if I’m going to an upcoming con in the area (I was). All I got was a simple “Maybe I’ll run into you there ;)” and then silence for weeks.