The New Girl
By the Elder Barry erctwo@aol.com
Shit Happens


THE NEW GIRL

(Shit happens)

Amanda Wright, not wanting to be late on her first day at the new school raced
up the steps of Jefferson High School two at a time skipping through and
around the other students all of whom were impressed and mesmerized by the
sight of the new girl's outrageously muscular legs and her pert little ass.

The athletic looking 125-pound new girl stood five-foot-six-inches tall. She
was wearing a pair of cut-of white colored jeans and a loose-fitting matching
jean jacket covering a pink and white sports-bra. She continued down the hall
in search of Room #227; indoctrination and orientation, when her way forward
was blocked by a commotion in the hallway.

Dozens and dozens and dozens of rambunctious students were gathered together
watching whatever it is rambunctious students gather together to watch. She
could see a mountain of a man towering over the other students simultaneously
receiving raucous cheers and boos and hisses from the onlookers.

Never a shy one Amanda pushed her way to the front where she witnessed Andre
Gallaraga the seven-foot-three hundred thirty-three-pound all-state varsity
center wearing a Letterman jacket mercilessly teasing a terrified blubbering
rail thin five-foot-tall nebbish of a boy. Apparently, the kid hadn't finished
the giant's homework yet.

"Grow up asshole." Amanda had promised herself and her mom she would maintain
a low profile. However, this was something with which she could not abide. She
stepped between the two of them and struck her index finger into the middle of
the giant's chest surprising everyone watching by sending the startled and
angry bully reeling back on his heels.

"Fair is fair." The now grinning almost salivating giant of a boy attempted to
press his whole hand against her impressive chest but was surprised when
Amanda stopped him cold by grabbing his wrist holding it in place. Neither
Amanda nor anyone else watching could believe what just happened nor what was
about to happen; well actually Amanda was less surprised than the others.

"Does this hurt?" Amanda had slipped out of her jacket revealing a pink and
white colored over-tax sports bra straining to contain what had to be a pair
of well-tanned 40" DD gravity defying breasts. Her erect nipples decided it
was time for them to peak out over the top of the bra to witness the goings on
for themselves.

She proceeded to twist Andre's wrist squeezing his hand really hard exerting
enough pressure to cause the shocked jock real pain. He dropped down onto his
knees peering up at her. She continued to squeeze and twist, squeeze and twist
pushing his hand backwards forcing Andre the Giant to roll over on his back
otherwise risk broken bones and the remainder of his high school basketball
career.

"Now I want you to say uncle." Amanda hadn't needed to repeat herself; she
only needed to wait a second or two to hear Andre moaning ... 'uncle, uncle'.

"Good boy." Amanda gently patted him on the head mussing his hair in the
process. "Now I want you to apologize to ..." She nodded at the boy and asked
for a name.

"Okay, Leonard it is." She twisted Andre's hand even more. "Apologize to
Lenard and promise to never accost him again."

"Yeah, okay." He lowered his eyes. "Leonard, I apologize to you and I promise
to leave you alone."

"Atta a boy." She released her hold on Andre and bid him a less than fond
farewell. "Farewell, asshole."

The crowd of students roared their collective approval, stomping their feet,
while whistling in unison only to be interrupted by a couple of arriving
teachers and a security guard who escorted the new girl to the office of the
principal; Dean Martin Short.

"Ms. Wright, I want to welcome you to Jefferson High School." Dean Short, who
was aptly named, was unconsciously leering at the new girl's leer worthy
breasts. "But I must tell you that your outfit is inappropriate and an afront
to our dress code."

"Really?" Amanda placed her elbows on the edge of her side of the big desk.
She leaned herself way forward affording the Dean a perfect view of her deep
decolletage. "Most people seem to like them; I mean my outfit." She stretched
her arms up over her head and leaned back.

"Maybe my tits are just too big." She breathed deeply. "Could that be it Dean
Short?"

Dean Short was at a loss for words so he remained silent even as he furtively
continued to peak at her chest.

"Does your dress code discriminate against girls with big tits?" She giggled
like the school girl she was.

"How about muscles and biceps? Does your dress code object to these?" Amanda
stood tall flexing her fourteen-inch throbbing biceps.

"Mr. Short, call me or better yet when you get a clue you can call my lawyer."
Amanda cupped her breasts in her hands emphasizing the size of her boobs;
these days women have rights." She waltzed herself out of the office turning
her head speaking over her shoulder.

"Deal with it ... Deal with me ... Deal with these." She turned back to him
flexed her pecs causing her glorious breasts to independently dance about each
seemingly competing with the other for the man's attention and as if that
wasn't a good enough show she effected a double-bicep pose flexing every
muscle in her body."

The moment the new girl left his office Short ducked into his private bathroom
to do who knows what.

Amanda knocked softly before entering room #227 apologizing for being late for
her appointment. She was greeted warmly by the commanding presence of Minka
Kelli Greene, the Dean of Girls and the coach of the women's wrestling team.

"I apologize for being late." Amanda managed to look contrite. "I was ..."

"Amanda, there is no need to apologize. I watched your confrontation with
Andre that was captured on the security camera monitor." She pointed to a T.V.
screen on the far wall. "I so enjoyed watching you kick that jerk's ass." Ms.
Greene leaned forward and high-fived the still seated Amanda Wright.

"Amanda, you were amazing." The lady dean tilted her head to the side and
asked quizzically. "How were you able to do that to him, he's a fucking giant.
The coach of the girl's wrestling team was envisioning a state championship.
"Are you that strong?"

"Well, yes ... I'm pretty damn strong." Amanda wanted to pump up her guns and
show off her 14" biceps for the comely teacher but she was still wearing her
jacket. "Today I subdued the big guy using Kyusho Jitsu the middle-eastern
technique of pressure point fighting. I manipulated his exposed and vulnerable
nerves applying pressure causing him to experience extreme levels of pain."

'And of course, I used these babies." Amanda decided to show off for the
lovely lady. She removed her jacket and began to pump her muscular arms
causing her biceps to rise higher and higher easily exceeding 14 1/2 inches of
pulsating feminine grandeur the girth of which astounded the girl's wrestling
coach.

Minka approached the still flexing Amanda Wright grasped her biceps with both
of her hands trembling as she dd so. The administrator understood the possible
ramifications of her in appropriate actions nonetheless she caressed the
student's biceps amazed by the steel like composition. No matter how hard she
squeezed them she was incapable of causing even the slightest indentation; in
addition to being gargantuan the teenaged girl's biceps were impenetrable.

"May I." Minka was overwhelmed with passion, desire and lust gently caressed
the sides of Amanda's stunningly beautiful face, pulled her forward, placed
her lips on those of the student's. Ms. Greens used her probing tongue to part
Amada's lips engaging in a passionate long-lasing French kiss.

"You know what to do." Amanda Wright stripped herself naked allowing her
perfect teen breasts and her hairless nether regions to tease the lusting Mika
Kelli Greene to her breaking point. She fondled her large teen breasts and
licked her pussy shocked and delighted when Amanda reciprocated in kind.

"Oh my ... I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" The only adult in the room exploded in
unequaled orgasmic extasy, twice. She was sated to the nth degree, unable to
move and barely able to speak. "Thank you, Amanda, thank you."

"No, thank you." She tweaked her own nipples. "That was hell-a-fun." She
sashayed herself out the door where she immediately encountered Andre "the
giant" Gallaraga and his two Asian black-belt Karate friends; the Wong
brothers; Kolton and Kailee.

"Payback is a bitch, bitch." Andre turned to his new friends, friends he had
just paid $100 each. "Sick her Wong brothers; bring the pain." He laughed
manically.

"Andre you're an idiot." Amanda Wright was immediately up in the face of the
giant boy; she karate chopped him across his Adam's apple sending Andre
dropped to the ground once again gasping for air.

She turned to face the Asian kids.

"Come on people ... Everyone knows two Wongs don't take a Wright."

Before the Wongs could react, Amanda leaped into the air and double kicked
each of karate kids in the face. They were each well-trained fighting
athletes. They absorbed the kicks ready and able to fight.

They quickly assumed classic karate stances and cautiously approached the
American girl from opposite sides and began to kick at her, chop at her, and
sweep kick at her legs. Amanda easily avoided their skilled forays with her
hands, her arms, and her legs and most importantly with her quickness.

She grabbed the karate kids by their respective necks, easily lifting them a
couple of inches off the ground, and proceeded to smash their respective heads
together leaving the crazy newly rich Asians leaving them nearly comatose
lying on the floor observing cartoon birds and bees buzzing and flying around
their heads.

"Someone needs to contact the nurse's office." She ordered the gathering crowd
of awe struck students to get a move on. "Check them for concussions."

The school was abuzz. Everyone was talking about the new girl; students,
administrators, teachers, and maintenance personnel alike didn't know what to
make of her.

Amanda had already missed most of her assigned classes for the day so she
dropped by an in-session girl's gym class just for fun. The entire class
ceased what they were doing and silently ogled the new girl.

"Hi I'm Amanda ... Can I play?" In unison the entire class responded with Hi
Amanda.

"Yeah, sure." Curly Muncher, the lady gym teacher was almost six-feet-tall
with close cropped blondish hair. She pointed at a 12' thick weaved rope
hanging from the gymnasium ceiling. "I'll time you. You know what to do,
right".

"I do." Amanda thought back recalling that was the same question she had posed
to Minka Kelli Greene wondering if she had shared the details of their sexual
encounter.

"Here goes." Amanda sauntered her way over to the rope, kicked off her shoes,
grabbed the rope with her right hand, eschewing the use of her feet
altogether. The new girl proceeded to climb the rope hand over hand. Once
reaching the top she released her grip allowed gravity to do its thing, she
landed on her feet with the flourish of a preening ballerina.

"Damn, you startled me. I forgot to stop the clock." The class was quiet and
Curly offered her another opportunity. "Want to go again?"

"No thanks ... Maybe with Minka." She whispered under her breath.

For Amanda her first day at her new school was more than just interesting but
now it was essentially over. She headed for home on foot through the Jefferson
City Park when her way forward was blocked by a very large man in an oversized
trench coat bent no doubt on nefarious and mischievous deeds.

"Really?" She shook her head in disgust. "Tell me your name isn't Chester."

"No dear, but you're close." He opened his coat revealing his naked self to
her and waved a rather impressive erection her way. "You can call me daddy."

"Okay daddy." Amanda removed her jeans jacket, folded it neatly, and placed it
on the ground. "Promise to be gentle."

"I promise. I won't hurt you ..." When he saw her muscle packed body and her
bulging biceps he suddenly went mute.

Amanda wasted no time with the fast retreating 'call me daddy guy' quickly
disposing of the creep in a nano-second. She crushed his larynx with a
backhanded karate chop dropping the near naked man onto his back.

Never again, asshole. Never again."

Wishing to ensure that the 'Chester wanna be' never again molested another
woman. Amanda placed her foot in the middle of his hairy chest. Mostly to gain
leverage she pushed her foot down denying him the ability to breath.

"Get ready, this is likely to hurt a bit." She grasped and squeezed his
erection. She continued to push down with her foot and yanked hard on his
penis. She loved hearing his mournful screams as she finally managed to wrest
his penis completely free of his torso. She shoved his bloody appendage into
daddy's mouth effectively silencing the molester, at least for a while.

"Cheer up asshole." Amanda joked at his expense. "With any luck you might get
a job as a "Ken Doll".

"Mom." She announced herself succinctly. "I'm home."

"Hi dear. How did your day go?" Mama Wright asked apprehensively. "Did you
keep a low profile as we agreed you would?"

"Wellllll, not so much." Amada described the utterly indescribable events of
her day to her mom leaving nothing out.

"Again, with a teacher?"

"I couldn't help it mom. You know how it is, shit happens." She blushed.
"Besides she was fucking hot."

"All right dear." Mom kissed her daughter on the cheek. "Let's pack up our
things. We can leave in the morning before the cops pay us a visit." She
smiled a forced smile. "I've already found a nice two-bedroom apartment in the
San Francisco Bay Area; only $4,000 a month. We'll decide on a school when we
get there."

"Mom, you're the greatest." Amanda headed directly for the kitchen. "Let me
cook dinner tonight."

The New Girl ... by the Elder Barry ... 2,350 words