8.8 Date with Diane
This story is dedicated to all the incredibly beautiful girls of LycraWorld and FlexiGirls
I met Diane on campus last year through a happy accident. After struggling through a mind numbing lecture on quantum mechanics, I emerged bleary eyed from the classroom. I was not even fully aware of the people around me. You could say that I am not a morning person, and waking up at 8 AM for such a boring class made me shiver at the rest of the semester. Right before 9 AM, students from adjacent classrooms spill onto the narrow corridor. In my half-asleep state I did not notice that I was about to collide with someone whose back was turned towards me. I ran into her, not at any high speed, but with enough force to spill her books down to the floor. The incident brought me sharply back to my senses. I did not even notice her face and instinctively dropped to floor picking up her things and apologizing to her profusely. It was when I stood up that I noticed how remarkable she looked. The most remarkable clear blue gray eyes had me speechless. She broke the awkward silence saying that accidents happen and I should not be so dumbstruck. I smiled after recovering myself and told her that I will watch my step from now on. She smiled and nodded as she headed away from me. All my sense of boredom had vanished. I actually began to look forward to the rest of the semester, specially the boring lectures on quantum mechanics!
I met Diane casually after class break for several weeks. We enjoyed some light conversation while we both went to our respective classes. Sometimes I would meet her twice the same morning, right before the classes began and then right after they ended. These occasions were always special. I knew that I had to ask her out soon. But our conversation never drifted into anything personal which may have created an opening. Fortunately I remembered that one of her books that I had accidentally spilled on the floor was on modern dance. I struck up a conversation about dance. I told her that despite my clumsy movement the first day, I actually admire people with graceful movement. Diane smiled knowingly and asked what was it exactly about a dancer's movements that I like so much. I responded by saying that I liked the dancers' flexibility, physical control, timing, and freedom so apparent in their movements. She remarked that she was training to be a dancer and she could surprise me with her flexibility. This was an astonishing remark from her. I knew then that she had developed an interest in me somewhat beyond the casual. I had become bold from this revelation and said that I would love to be surprised by her flexibility. She took me up on the offer! A date was set for the next Saturday.
Saturday finally arrived not a moment too soon. I decided to dress in semi formal clothes and picked up a few things I always do on real dates. I climbed the stairs to her apartment full of expectations, full of images of her posing for me in the most sensual ways. But to my surprise, Diane greeted me at the door in her sweat shirt and jeans! I was a little embarrassed at being over-dressed for the occasion. I had made the mistake of thinking this was a real date when it appeared that Diane just wanted to meet as friends. Little did I know just how friendly the evening would finally become. Diane was absolutely natural in her demeanor and put me at ease immediately. She even complimented me on my clothes. Then she took my hand to lead me to the living room where she had setup the VCR for us to watch. I noticed something rather strange about Diane's clothes as she led me. She wore yellow spandex gloves and the same yellow socks stuck out from under her jeans! I smiled as I realized she had a dancer's costume underneath her sweat shirt and jeans.
We settled down on the couch and she turned on the VCR. Diane nudged me on the shoulder and said "I think you're going to enjoy this." Even though I was enjoying just sitting close to her, I was a bit disappointed. I wanted to see her live performance rather than a recording of some other dancer's performance. A title soon appeared on the screen -- "STRETCH" in big bold letters. I turned to Diane with a smile and said "this should be interesting!". When I turned my attention back to the video I was instantly captivated. There was a single dancer balled up and crouching on the floor. I could not make out the details clearly since the dancer's body was covered in a black catsuit. Details became clearer as the camera zoomed in closer. My heart began to pound steadily when I discerned the unmistakable shape of a woman. At first I could not see her head because the dancer had tucked it in between her knees. After a few motionless seconds the dancer began to straighten out her neck. To my complete surprise her head was encased in the same black spandex as the rest of her body. Then she began to stretch different areas of her body in a slow fluid motion. She was such a delight to watch that I completely forgot about Diane.
I came quickly back to reality when Diane suddenly said "let me guess, you like what you see." I fumbled for words in a nervous state and said that I did like it. It was one of the most unusual "dance" pieces I had ever seen. I hastened to add "but I would much rather see you perform than watch someone else on a tape." She grinned in the most knowing way and said "that was me taped by a friend. Right in my bedroom too." Again I was at a loss for words. I became so full of expectations that my heart must have risen to my mouth. I simply looked at Diane with complete adoration. She understood my desire. Her face softened to a whisper if whisper could be seen. She said "While you were watching the tape, I was watching you. You should've seen yourself! I am very flattered." Diane then leaned forward and whispered "would you like to see her come out of the screen?" I could not hold back my excitement and exclaimed "Yes!" She smiled deliciously "I hope you don't mind yellow. When she steps out of the screen tonight she will turn from black to yellow." Diane placed her yellow gloved hand in my hand, and I said "I love it!"
The color yellow had never looked this tempting before.
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