My name is John and I am a sophomore at a well known university in Phoenix Arizona. In the fall semester, I took a course in philosophy and met an attractive student in that class. Her name was Emma and she was from England. Most of the guys in classes were hot for her. She was tall with long legs and long black hair but her face was rather plain. I think it was her accent that excited us the most. Emma was very nice and sociable with everyone in class although she turned down most the guys offer to go out.
Emma and I seem to have some connection. Through discussing class topics, helping each other with papers, and having a common love for Jazz, we developed some sort of friendship.
There was an old Kansas City jazz musician playing for one night at a club near the university and Emma took up my offer to see him play. We spent the evening drinking and listening to great old jazz while finding out more about each other. I found out that Emma lived in a small studio apartment on Mill Avenue and taught dance at a local studio. It provided enough money to supplement her scholarship and pay her way back home for the summer. I was surprised to find out she was older than I was. Emma did not look like she was 25 and she was surprised to learn that I was 20. After the performance, Emma invited me to have a nightcap at her apartment. It turned out to be a very long and pleasant night between those long legs of hers.
Emma began to spend most of her time with me when she wasn't involved with college or teaching dance. I was in love with her and thought she was the most fascinating and complex person I had met. She seemed to have this rare quality for influencing and directing people without being overt or domineering about it. One weekend I invited Emma to my house for dinner.
I still lived at home with my mother, Sabrina. During the course of the evening, my mother grew very fond of this English girl I was seeing. My father had died the previous summer and while Sabrina was left financially well off, she had not made a new life for herself. Emma convinced her to take up dance as a way of getting out and meeting new people. Emma taught dance with all ages at the studio and there was a tap class for mainly women in their forties.
My mother joined and absolutely loved the class. She seemed so much happier and was starting to get over my father's death. Emma was very kind and exceptionally patient with her. Emma learned more about my family. I have two older brothers who are not at home. One is probably a career military person who is in the Middle East right now and the middle brother who was never a good person is having a career at the state penitentiary.I was the youngest of the brothers and my mother's favorite.
As Emma's trust in me grew, she confided some very personal items about herself to me. She loved to smoke pot which was really no big deal for this campus and that she was bi. It would turn out that Emma was more sexually liberated than I could imagine.
One day in class, she asked if I would stop by the studio that evening and see her home that evening. The studio was not far from the campus and her apartment. I didn't have that much to do that evening and I walked to the studio around seven. Emma was surprised to see me arrive so early but I asked if I could hang around and watch her teach the dance classes. She seemed pleased and I enjoyed watching the practices. My mother's class was first and they were not bad at the tap routines. Mom was surprised to see me and I talked with her for awhile after her class ended. We must have talked for a half hour while Emma was teaching a class of five to seven year olds.I kissed my mother goodbye and she left.
Before long, the group of giggling little dancers rushed around me to leave the studio as Emma began her last class of the evening. It was a group of teens from about 14 to 20 who did a variety of different dance styles. These were the kids who started dancing young and stayed with dance through high school. I could see that Emma enjoyed working with this group the most and they needed very little guidance. It was as though they danced with Emma rather than being instructed by her. The time flew by watching them and before long; they were putting on their sweats over their leotards and spandex tights and changing their shoes. Emma left the group and came over to me.
"Have a good time?" Emma smiled.
"I really enjoyed watching everyone dance" I said, "I had fun. All done for the evening?"
"Yes, just need to tidy up a few things and I'll be ready to go" she said.
I watched her walk away and admired her butt cheeks moving side to side inside her black dance leotards. As I watched her glide around the studio, speaking with students and then the studio owners, I still wondered why she wanted me here? Emma was speaking with one student as they both slipped on some sweats over their dance outfits and donned tennis shoes. They picked up their designer gym bags and walked over to me. The girl walking with Emma was a petite blonde with her hair in a pony tail.
"John, this is Linda," smiled Emma, "She is going to hang with us for awhile"
"Hi" say Linda rather shyly
"Hello" I said back, "I saw you dance tonight, you are very good."
"Thanks" was all she stammered back
"Linda's mother asked me to do her a favor" said Emma, "She has to work late tonight and asked if Linda can be with us until her mother can pick her up. That OK with you John?"
"Sure" I said as the three of us exited the studio and onto the street. Mill Avenue was getting busy as college students were visiting the shops and cafes. It was around nine and dark in the evening but the street lights
and neon shop signs gave the evening a cozy illuminated glow as we strolled towards Emma's apartment. Occasionally we stopped to look into a shop window or chat with a student we knew passing by. We walked about eight blocks and then turned onto a side street where her apartment was. It was an eight story building of apartments that mainly housed the college students. We entered the main lobby and took the elevator to the fifth floor.
Emma fished her keys out of her gym bag and unlocked the door. The three of us went in. Emma's apartment was small where one big living area was the living room, bedroom, small kitchen at one end, and off to the side was the loo (as Emma called it) with her toilet and shower. The girls dropped their bags by the door. Linda sat on the Emma's futon couch while I flopped
on one of the two bean bag chairs.
Emma paused to set her cell phone in the charging cradle then went to fridge for some drinks. She grabbed some cans of soda then gave us each one. We popped off the cans while Emma turned on her boom box, picked through some stations, and finally chose one. Emma slipped out of her sweats and shoes and sat next to Linda on the futon. I saw Emma whisper into Linda's ear and then Linda nodded her head yes. Linda started to remove her sweats and shoes while Emma returned to the fridge. Emma dimmed the lights and she returned to the futon with a small tin and a bong. I had smoked a few times with Emma but I was surprised that she was lighting up with company.
She placed some weed from the tin into the bong and grabbed a pack of matches from a side table. I watched Emma strike a match then place it next to the weed while she inhaled on the bong. The bong glowed on its' own as Emma exhaled a puff of smoke. Emma in her black leotards handed the bong to Linda in her black leotards who inhaled deeply. She slowly exhaled her smoke as she handed it to me. I took a hit and immediately started to relax. Emma had some very potent stuff! The bong was returned to Emma as comments about the potency were uttered by Linda and myself.
