New School 3
by Absfan (johnsm00007@yahoo.com)


After I came home from school I did my homework straight away. In 
one way I didn't wany to do it, cause that would include visiting 
my teacher, Mari, once more. Nor did I care much about her telling 
the rest of the class about my defeat in AW. They had seen it all 
in PE the second day that I was weaker then a girl. 

I did my homework every day that week. And I did well. Mari asked 
me, I answered, and we were both happy. 

On Friday there was a note on the wall in the school about a party 
Saturday evening for the whole school. The school (all three years 
in VidaregÅande skule - comprehensive school) had pupils from 16 to 
19 mainly, but also older guys. It was one of thoose get together 
and get to know each other partys. And since it was in the school 
it was alcohol free.

While waiting for Saturday I can shortly tell you what happend 
after Mari drove me home. At about seven o'clock she stopped by 
after her work out. She was still sweating and she looked great. I 
knew what she was looking like from detention time (read 
newschool2), but I still wanted to see more of her. But she didn't 
show off much. 

Since I had already done my homework, she sat down and chatted for 
a while. When she was about to leave I asked her to help me with a 
freezer that I had to move. It wasn't like a big one, but it was 
sure heavy as rocks. She said she would sure help me, so we went to 
the room with the freezer. 

She grabbed under it to feel how heavy it was. -This isn't really 
heavy, I can handle this by my self without problem. As she lifted 
it and started to carry her shirt ripped on a nail on the back. It 
was quite a rip and I could see much of her skin. And it won't 
surprise you if I tell you that she had no bra on now eighter!

She turned away from me, still holding the heavy freezer. Her back 
muscles were moving constantly as she navigated the freezer through 
the door. On the middle of the back I could see where the muscles 
made a cleft. She was tanned and her sweat came down her back in 
small drops. 

As she put the freezer down she turned to me and asked me if it was 
a big rip or not. I answered that it was quite big. Then she 
grabbed the bottom of the shirt and slowly started to lift it up. 
Her abs were great, and her breasts were not big, but not small 
eighter. 

She was standing there in just her work out trousers. Her nipples 
were nice, and I really wanted to feel that body of all my heart. 
But she was my teacher... She borrowed a t-shirt from me and left 
shortly after. But, man, what I had seen that day. 

But, back to Saturday. I was getting ready to go to the party. It 
started at eight o'clock. Noone had invited me to any vorspeil 
(norwegian for a party before the main party.) But I was later to 
find out that there had been none anyways. 

I arrived the party at a quarter past eight and there were already 
many people there. I didn't see anybody I knew right away, so I 
went inside where the dancing was going on. It was dark, but not so 
dark that I couldn't see well. 

One of the first people I met was a short dark haired girl, in a 
red dress, dancing
with a guy. She was from out of town and I had never seen her 
before. She wasn't really a babe, she had short hair and glasses 
(the glasses fitted her though), but she wasn't ugly at all, quite 
the opposite. Her face was very cute, but there was something about 
her that I just couldn't figure out.  

Her dress was tight, but it had those sewn in creases, so it didn't 
really look like a second skin, rather it made her front torso look 
very crumpled. It came down to just above her knees, and she had 
dark stockings on (this was mid 90's). The dress also went all the 
way down her arms and up to her neck.

She didn't look too interested in her dancing partner, so she was 
not standing close to him, and I could see her front all the time. 
I noticed that her small breasts looked very firm and caused the 
creases in the dress to stretch a bit and smooth out. Looking 
closer, I found that the same was happening in other places on her 
torso. 

Below her breasts, I could see the fabric was streched out in two 
rows down her tummy, and in three or four places there was a 
horizontal line going across them. The possibility that a girl who 
looked so small and ordinary could have such a defined six 
pack, was just not in my head, so I thought she had a fat tummy. 
But the more I looked, the more I had to admit that those were 
solid plates of muscle pushing her dress out in just the right 
places.  

When she danced, the lines twisted and became clearer and I found 
myself just watching for a long time. I was dying to go over and 
talk to her, but I didn't know if 
that guy was her boyfriend or what.  I should have gone to her, 
because to this day, I have images of her in my head and I kick 
myself every time for not doing anything 

She must have looked spectacular without that dress on, but now 
three years later it is nothing I can do about it. I don't even 
remember her name. Silly me.

I walked futher into the room, and if you write me on 
johnsm00007@yahoo.com and give me a little support, you might find 
out more about that party, a party I late will forget.

Regards 
Absfan.

johnsm00007@yahoo.com