New school, new class...
By Absfan, johnsm00007@yahoo.com


Hello - my name is John. A normal name, a normal boy. I'm 19 
years old. But at the time when it all happened I was 16. A nice 
age. Living with my parents, no expences, no worries. I liked it 
in school, I had good grades. Everything was normal. 

I just finished the Norwegian kind of High School (ungdomsskole) 
and was about to start comprehensive school (videregÅende, 
"vgs") and I was really looking forward to it. I didn't really 
know much about the school, but one thing I knew, I had to move 
out from my parents in the week. Something I didn't mind. 

The good thing about moving out was that I didn't have to hide 
my fitness magazines and videos. I really liked muscles, not too 
big ones, but muscles that showed, and was being showed off. 

It was monday morning and I had spent my first night in my new 
flat. I was getting ready for my first day at school - exciting 
as allways. It was only a couple of minutes to walk there. The 
freshmen had to meet in the big sports hall for name calls and 
information. 

We were about 100 freshmen, and I didn't know anyone from before 
since I was from a small place. The other people there at my age 
went to different schools. I thaught that was a good thing, I 
could start my new life with no predictions.

The first thing I noticed was a couple of the tearchers. Two 
girls about 25 years old, probably just out of Uni. Most of the 
pupils were girls I noticed, that was a good thing. 

We got to know the classes. We were about 25 in my class, with a 
big overweight of girls. About 20 girls and 5 boys. Good. And 
the girls were not bad looking! And later I was to find out 
more. 

It turned out to be that our main teacher was Mari, one of the 
young goodlooking ones. I was too busy to look because of all 
the info, but at the end of the first (and only lesson) of the 
day she was putting the timetable on the wall, and as she did 
that, her sleeves fell down and show off her thick underarms. It 
was also an opening between her trousers and shirt, and it 
seemed like she had a thin waist. This was promissing.

First lesson next day was PE. I was early and I was done 
changing when the other people startet to come in. The first 
person was Malin, one of the girls. It was a little cold in the 
hall, so she was wearing a Adidas suit. She had half long hair, 
not very big breasts (that wasn't that important for me). Almost 
all the girls had suits covering the body, but not Barbro. She 
had a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. She had legs that would do 
any professional sport person jealous. She liftet her hands and 
did some streaching and her shirt slid up her belly. And I think 
I could see signs of a wash board stomach!

Five minutes later the teacher came in. It was the other young 
teacher. She said her name was Karin and that she was 24 years 
old. She was wearing the same as everybody else, but after the 
info she started to unzip her jacket as she said that we didn't 
need much clothes in theese lessions, we would keep warm anyway.

As she took the jacket off wearing just a kind of sports bra, 
she reviled a nice set of abs. You could see every litle 
movement and the six pack was so clear you could wash clothes on 
it. Her arms were also big, even unflexed. 

Also her legs were strong. And it was possible to see every 
impressive muscle.

The lesson started with her showing us what to do. The first 
thing was sit ups. She did them easely. Then we had to do push 
ups and other things. 

As we started doing the exercises we got very warm. Malin stood 
up and took off the jacket. At only 16 she was impressive! Her 
biceps were as big as a base ball. And her abs were as one of 
these aerobic instructers at TV. 

In the end of the lesson we were told that we would have a 
competition. We paired up two and two. I tried to pair up with 
Malin, but instead I had to pair up with this girl Lene. She had 
blond hair to her shoulders, a nice smile, but she didn't look 
like she was in shape. First we did sit ups. Another pair was 
holding our feet. We had five minutes. The first minute we were 
about equal, but then she speeded up to a speed I was not able 
to follow. 1-0 to her.

We got up and she called me a weakling. I was a little bit 
insulted and told her that I had beed working harder than her 
the whole lession. She lauged and said that we should settle the 
macth in a even contest. I was bigger than her and expected 
something like lifting weiths and then compare it with the body 
weight. But no. She wanted to do push ups with the other person 
sitting on the shoulders of the other. 

I was not gonna manage that I thaught, but I said yes, after 
all, she would sit on mine, I was bigger and would get less 
kilos on mine than she would get when I sat on hers.

I did one. I don't want to say more about that. 

I was about to place my butt on her shoulders when she asked to 
wait for a minute. She took off her long sleeved shirt (she said 
it was too hot). And she was not as big as I thaught. That 
means, she was bigger, more muscles, than I assumed, but not as 
fat as I "wanted" her to be. All the others were standing around 
looking at us. 

Then, she said, time to get going. She wasn't as defined as the 
others, but she sure had the strength. I sat down. She started 
and we were going up and down, I lost track, I was just staring 
at her triceps and back. I was amused, and didn't notice that 
things were growing in my pants...

When I finished I stood right up not thinking about what I had 
down stairs. A girl screamed 50 push ups (a little bit more then 
I could do with nobody on my back). Then I also noticed my 
boner. It had already been noticed of the others, and it was 
really embaressing. (If you ever have had a boner in PE, I'm 
sure you know what I'm trying to exspress.) She flexed her torso 
for me just to humiliate me even more. 

So what do you say wimp? she asked. I was speachless. But anyway 
it was not much to say.

The lesson was over for me. So was the rest of the day, I just 
went home to bed.

Some hours later my doorbell rang. I turned around in my bed and 
didn't want to open. I was sure it was my parents who came on a 
surprise thing. The bell rang another time and I got up. I went 
to the door in just my underwear (my parents were used to that). 
But when I opened the door it was Lene and Malin standing 
outside. I turned red. 

We're just bringing you the homework for tomorrow, can we come 
in? Before I answered they were already in the hallway. I had my 
magazines spread all over my apt., so I didn't really want to 
come in to see my secret, but on the other hand, it would be the 
perfect visitors. 

They took their shoes of. They were wearing normal clothes now. 
Malin had jeans and a pink shirt with buttons, the three upper 
buttons were open and I could see a small cleverage. 

Lene was also wearing jeans, but she had a baggy sweather on 
her. Her hail was in a pony tail and they both looked 
attractive. 

Sit down, I'll dress and find some juice to drink. I left and 
was gone for five minutes. 

We had a little look at the magazines when you were gone. Quite 
interessting. And we also saw how you reacted to Lene earlier, 
Malin said and they both laughed.

I blushed once again. Yeah, you know, I said, different people 
like different girls. I like them well shaped, and I don't see 
anything wrong in that. 

We sat down and talked about the homework. It wasn't much, so it 
didn't take long. After that we spoke about everything. Malin 
and Lene didn't know eachother from before of, but they had met 
in the weekend right before at a camp for people who don't do 
any particular sport, the people who like to hand out in the gym 
just to stay in shape. The camp was for the social part only and 
a little workout. 

It was getting late, and I felt that I really started to like 
theese girls. They were fun, intellegent and nice looking.

When they were about to go I said that if they wanted to spend 
the night, it was all right for me. Lene lived only two minutes 
away and said she would go home. But Malin didn't mind staying 
if she could use the shower and borrow some clothes the next 
day. She lived quite a while away. The innocent question was 
suddenly serious answered! But after all I didn't mind.

We said bye to Lene and Malin wanted to get ready for bed. 

She unbuttoned her shirt in the living room, but she didn't take 
it off. She just said, you really like girls like me, don't you? 
I said yes, and she walked over to the CD-player and put on some 
love ballads form the 80's. Then she turned to me. I could see 
the midriff on her stomack. She asked what I thaught about that. 
I blushed again. 

Then she slowly started to take her shirt off. She flexed her 
abdominals and smiled sexyly. She had a bra on, her breasts 
weren't big, but that was less important then the rest of the 
body. Come here and feel my abs, she said. I so did. I had never 
felt a girls skin before in that way. It was soft as baby skin. 
She was tanned and it didn't make her body worse.

Then she took her shirt off completly and flexed her biceps. It 
was so nice. She was still smiling. Then she started to undo her 
jeans. Slowly. But instead of taking them right off, she stood 
up on her hands so I could se the back also. Man, this was a 
impressive girl.

She took her jeans off and flexed her thighs. I couldn't 
understand how theese guns fitted in the jeans, but they did. 
Her  pants were small, so I could see her whole body almost.

Then she went to the bathroom as I made her a bed in the 
livingroom. She came back in a night dress she lend from me. I 
finished in the bathroom and went to bed. I couldn't stop 
thinking about my first two days in school. And after a while i 
made a tent on the middle of the cover. 

It was then I heard a voice. Can I come in, it was too cold in 
the livingroom. And you know how Lene got hot in PE today. I 
think I could do the same. I was sleepy, but a offer like that 
was unresistable. 

That night I fell asleep with the nicest girl sleeping next to 
me. And if you want to know how the rest of the schoolyear was, 
you would have to write me at johnsm00007@yahoo.com. My fake 
mail adress. If noone writes me there will be no other stories 
(I don't want to write if noone bothers to read).

johnsm00007@yahoo.com

Absfan