New School, new class continiues.
By Absfan


The next morning I woke up with Malin next to me. I felt good 
laying there with her muscular arms around me. But it was time 
to get up. I woke up five minutes before the alarm and I was 
standing on the floor as it rang.

Malin turned around, covered by the blanket on top of her. Her 
hair was in her face as she was about to realise where she was 
and what was going on. She sat halfway up in bed and displayed 
her torso for me.

Her face was pritty. Like the rest of her body it was tanned. 
She had nice blue eyes. And her morning smile shined brighter 
than the morning sun. Her hair was blond and she tickeled 
behind her ears. 

-Good morning, she said. Thank you for letting me sleep over 
tonight. 

The thing is that we didn't really sleep that much that night. 
She was for quite a while showing me what her muscles were able 
to do. It was just the most amazing things that I never had 
been able to do myself. 

But then again she also had muscles I could only dream about. 
Her best part was her abdominals. A true six pack. Her waist 
was narrow. But on the stomack she had six bircks standing 
straight out. In the middle there was a cleft going down. Her 
navel was cute with a piercing in it. The whole mid section was 
truly spectacular. She said she did 300 sit-ups a day with 
weight on her chest. 

One of her exercises was to hang with her feet from the ceiling 
(I had some things there because the one who lived there before 
me was a gymnast) holding my arms over her shoulders and liftet 
me off the floor just using her abdominal muscles.

It was only half an hour to the first lession. We got dressed 
and had breakfast. She borrowed a t-shirt from me, and since I 
was a little bigger than her it was baggy on her. But she 
didn't mind. 

It didn't take long to go to school. This was the third day. I 
had skipped most of yesterday and I had not done my homework. 
Not the perfect start on the new school year. But my social 
life had gone well so far. 

First lession was Norwegian with the head teacher of the class. 
Her name was Mari. And she was 25. We were about to start on 
some language history and Norwegian language is relatied to 
Islandic. After she did her absent-list she started to ask the 
pupils about homework. Everybody seemed to have done it. But 
me...

I got a question about the old alphabet (the futhark, or rune 
alphabet). I said what I knew from before of, and I thaught I 
was lucky. 

But, there's allways a but... -This is not what it was written 
about in the book. Have you read your homework?

I had to admit I hadn't. This was very embarissing - the boner 
yesterday and to day the homework. Not a flying start in my new 
school. But what about it? In Norway it's not usuall to punish 
pupils with detention or extra homework anyways.

-You know I'm not like other teachers, Mari said. (In a way I 
had some ideas about that from the first day at school.) You 
will get detention after school for 45 minutes. I have to show 
the class that not doing homework in my classes shall not be a 
good thing. 

The rest of the day went by without anything special happening. 
I spoke to Lene and Marlin. The introduced me to some other 
girls in the school who were a little older than us. 

After the rest of my classmates went home, I went to Mari's 
office. It was August and the weather today was quite ok. She 
sat behind her simple desk. It was my first time here so I 
didn't know what to do.

-Hello John. How nice to see that you came. I didn't expect it, 
but since you are here, I have some exercises to you. Sit here, 
she showed me to a desk a couple of meters from her desk. The 
chair was placed so that I saw in her direction. I got a book 
in Norwegian to read. The sun appeared through the window. We 
both sat down and started our businesses.

After an quarter of an hour the sun was shining hotly through 
the window. Mari went and closed the curtains. It helped a 
little, but it was still hot in the office. I was wearing jeans 
and a shirt. I took the shirt off and sat there in my t-shirt. 
I was sweating and the reading was going slowly.

Mari was wearing a black skirt and a sweater. Her hair was set 
up in a pony tail. Five minutes later she got up from her chair 
again and took off her sweater. The skirt turned out to be a 
sleevelessdress. It had a deep cut and I could see a cleverage. 
Only some straps hold the dress on her. I could see no bra-
straps! I didn't know what to think, my teacher was wearing no 
bra...

She sat  down and grabbed her book. I was not able to 
consentrate on the book I was reading. As she took her book I 
noticed her arms. Her biceps had a little bulge and I could see 
her muscles in the underarms moving every time she moved her 
arm.

She saw me staring at her arms and did a litle flex.

-Ok, John. You have been staring at my arms for two minutes 
now. Do you like them? I didn't know what to say. -You have 
another 15 minutes left of your detention. Let's say we arm 
wresle - if you win you can go home, if I win I'll check your 
homework every day till Christmas, and if I chach you once 
without you haven't your homework done, I'll tell the class 
that you lost in AW to your teacher. 

We got ready to arm wrestle on my desk. She made a flex with 
her right arm before we started. It was then I realized I had 
lost before even starting. It was impressive. I had never seen 
anything like that in my life before. Suddenly it just stood 
out of her skin. And as she flexed her biceps, I could also see 
her muscles in her shoulder and chest. I was just sitting there 
with an open mouth. 

-So your impressed, aren't you? I was speachless, and I don't 
think she needed an oral answer. 

We started to wrestle. She was just playing with me. For sure. 
Some secs after we started her right strap fell off her 
shoulder (we had agreed to keep the other hand on the table, 
the one who moved it would loose.) It was nothing she could do 
about it. The dress fell down and uncovered her right breast. 
It wasn't big, but not small eighter. 

I was trying to fight in the wrestling, but her breast moved 
all concentration there. She pinned me in two secs. She stood 
up and flexed both arms just to declare she was the champ. 

I tried to be a man and thanked her for the match. She didn't 
answer. Her strap was where it was suppose to be. 

It was time to go home. I took my sweater on. I thaught she 
would do the same, but she said she was sorry about that she 
made me go into an AW match. -This is my third day of teaching, 
she said. I don't allways know how to handle things. But now 
detention time is up. That means I'm not at work anymore. So 
just one more thing. I saw how impressed you were with my arms, 
I have to put on some other clotes because I'm not going 
straith home. If you don't mind, I have to change now. 

She put a tumb under each strap and took them off. Her dress 
fell to the floor. And what a sight! As I already knew, she was 
wearing no bra, and she had just tiny pants on. She was a true 
amazon. 

Her arms were huge. Her breasts not large, not small. Her abs 
weren't as rippled as Marlin's, but still nice. But it was her 
thighs that chaught my attention. They were enormous. They had 
a clear definition to them. I understood why she had to where a 
skirt, it must be hard to find jeans to fit thoose guns. It was 
like oversized cables were streached from her hip to her knees. 

She dressed in some workout outfit and we left the school. She 
drove me home (even though it was not long to walk.) See you 
tomorrow I said as I left the car. 

-Or before, she said, now I know where you live. I might stop 
by and help you with you homework...


Please feel free to write me what you think about the story. 
That will inspire me to write more.

Regards 
Absfan