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.