1. The Dance


    Date: 8/23/2017, Categories: Interracial, Author: BethanyFrasier, Rating: 15, Source: LushStories

    Jon and I met, we recognized each other, because we'd passed one another going to and from classes in the same buildings every day, but our first introduction was more than a little awkward. He came to meet me in the art department to pick up my tutorial syllabus, and someone directed him to the classroom where I was sitting in a life-drawing class, in the center of a group of art students, posing stark naked. I saw him looking through the window in the door, staring at me, and I motioned for him to come in. I had to excuse myself, while I padded barefoot across the cold studio floor, slipping my robe on along the way to the door. He was a bit nonplussed, and apologized for interrupting the class, but I figured it would be less embarrassing to get him on his way, rather than just make him stand there and watch me pose naked for another twenty minutes. He said he was surprised to discover I was his tutor, as he'd seen me around campus and figured I was just another one of the pretty girls on campus that the football team banged, not the academic type. I smiled, and joked that I banged the chess-team instead, then told him where and when to meet me at the history department offices, and sent him on his way with his study materials. As strange as our initial meeting had been, our first tutorial session together went better than I expected, but we mostly just spent the first hour getting acquainted, as I was interested in learning about his life growing up in Africa. After he ...
    got used to the idea that I was a nude model, as well as a history prodigy, I found out Mr. Tinaye Malembwe preferred going by an Americanized version of his name while he was here studying in the states. It was a close translation of his African name, and here on campus, people knew him as Jon Garden. What seemed to interest him most about me from our conversation, was my Native American background, which led us to a discussion about his love of African dance, for many of the elements of the native dances from both our cultures were similar, in as far as their atavistic symbolism. Because his father wanted Jon to follow him into political aspirations in his country, he had been under pressure from his family to learn as much about history and politics as an American education could bring him, but I was much more enthusiastic to learn what Jon could teach me about dance, than he was in learning world history and politics. I tried to make the subject matter as interesting for him as possible, even if his interest seemed to be centered around our budding friendship, more than his studies. He was gratified to have someone teaching him who understood and supported his preference for the arts, even at the expense of his father's plans. He certainly reciprocated, as far as teaching dance was concerned. It was his greatest passion, and he was a gifted interpretive artist and choreographer. It seemed a waste to try to force him down another path, but parents were parents. Dance soon ...
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