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Anyway, there was this one girl, Lauren was her name. I would have guessed sheôd be in her last year, maybe 16 years old. Well, she was dedicated in what she did, must have wanted to be a professional ballet dancer or some shit. Every spare lesson sheôd be there, right outside my window, stretching her slender legs, warming up her mussels, contorting her body into positions Iôd never dream of. Every lesson Iôd watch, her shoulder length hair tied into a tight bun, those leotard tight things they wear highlighting just how well she looked after her body. She was slim, but not unattractively so. I guess she was 5ô6", obviously athletic figure, about a standard handful of breast, although they were always squashed almost flat under her costumes. I often wondered what sheôd look like naked, wondered if her nipples were big or small, light or dark? She never wore much make up though, which I liked. I guess it would run or something when she worked into a sweat.
It wasnôt long until I spoke to her for the first time, maybe two or three days. You know, just teacher / student type shit. Maybe a week later, I was in early one morning, and there she was, sitting against the door to the hall, knees up to her chest. "Morning", I said, not quite hiding my surprise to see her in so early, "Kind of early for students isnôt it?"