New school 6
by Absfan - johnsm00007@yahoo.com
An exchange student arrives.


Some weeks had passed at my new school. Days were passing by, things started
to settle down. Homework.

One day the class was in the classroom, the head of the school knocked on the
door. He came into the classroom and started to speak to us.

-Good morning pupils. I just got an phonecall from the school office, and they
told me that it's comming an exchange student to your class. He or she will be
here tomorrow, and I ask you to take good care of her.

The day after we were waiting in the classroom for out new classmate. Five
minutes into the lession the door opened and the headmaster came in together
with a girl out age (16). She was from Russia and she had long blond hair.

-This is Sasha, the headmaster said. She doesn't speak any Norwegian, so
please help her around, show yourself from your best side. Then he left.

The teacher, Mari, showed Sasha to her seat. It was in the front of the
classroom next to the windows. She put her backpack on her desk, and took her
coat off. She was wearing jeans and a light jacket for indoor use.

We all told her our names. Sasha didn't even know a word of English or German,
and she had a hard time understanding what was going on. One thing she
understood was the bell. We went outside, the sun was shining and it was much
hotter than in the morning.

We were walking around the schoolyard pointing at things, teaching her the
words in Norwegian. She seemed to be a very intellegent girl, cause she
learned all the words after hearing them only once.

In one part of the schoolyard some boys were arm wrestling. She stopped and
looked at them. She didn't seem very impressed, even though the boys were
quite fit. She left the group and went over to them, trying to make them
understand that she wanted to try.

One of the boys moved, and Sasha sat down right oposite the other boy. They
put their arms together and started to wrestle. The boy seemed to get an
advantage, but that was before Sasha started to put on some pressure. And in
two secs he was beaten.

The poor boy just sat there and looked at the girl who had just beat him. He
flexed his biceps and pointed at Sasha, trying to make her do the same. She
flexed her biceps too, but she was wearing a jumper, so noone could really see
it. The boy reached for her upper arm and touched it. It was much bigger and
harder than anyone he had seen before.

Then Sasha reached for the bottom of her jumper and took it off. She was
wearing a normal t-shirt and she flexed again. The bell rang again and it was
time to go back in. Sasha was still wearing only the t-shirt. It was hot in
the classroom, and after a while Malin took of her sweather and was sitting in
a small top, not covering more than only her breasts - her arms, the whole
back and har amazing abs were free. Full of muscles. Most impressiv was her
stomack, a six pack that were so ripped and clear that it was almost
unbeliveable.

Sasha looked at Malin - pointing at her abs and giving her a thumb up. Then
she took of her own t-shirt and was sitting in only a small bra. Her upper
arms were really big and strong looking. But what was really breathtaking were
her abs. It seemed like her cleverage kinda continiued futher down all the way
to the navel and a little bit longer.

And thoose crossing lines were just perfect. She stood up and made Malin stand
next to her. The rest of the class was amazed. The teacher didn't say
anything, she was as impressed as the rest.

I was just happy this girl was going to be in my class for the rest of the
school year.

The same evening Malin brought Sasha over to my flat. They had beed hanging
out together the whole day together. Sahsha spoke some Norwegian already.

Malin knew about my admirering of strong girls, and was wearing a small
t-shirt that she showed off with. I made some tee and we had a nice chat
together. It got really late - it was dark before they got up to leave.
Outside it had started to rain and it was a cold wind in the air.

We said goodbye, and they left. I was sitting on the bed when someone knocked
on my window. I opened it and the two girls were standing outside, asking if
they could come in.

I opened the door and they came in wet and cold. If you want to read about
what happened that day, you can write an e-mail to johnsm00007@yahoo.com and
tell me what you think of the story.

See'ya (maybe)