Farm Girl Amy Pt 02

At school today I learned I had 5 classes, 1 PE class, and was a teacher assistant for another class. My schedule was ideal. I could have PE before lunch. Each lunch which was an hour long and then attend my TA class. It was with Ms. Willows. She was the hottest teacher in school (maybe the world), she loved me and was always fawning over me, complementing me, and I always got away with anything. After her class I had one more class than it was time to head to the truck and drive home.

None of the sports teams were meeting yet to train or try out for. I usually did football, wrestling, soccer and basketball. I had thought about doing track and swimming but that made my schedule extra full, and I was still busy working on the farm.

Our farm was made up of 5 medium sized farms. For South Dakota, it made us one of the largest landowners in the state and region. This meant we had 6 large houses. 6 large staging areas, dozens of large barns, dozens of large sheds, and hundreds of pieces of equipment scattered over 125,000 acres. Due to this we had over 30 employees living in the extra houses. Except one house- Mason house.

As I said there had been 5 medium farms. My father bought them as each were having trouble's staying afloat. The main issue is water. We do not have that problem. Our property has a 50 acre abandoned rock quarry and water rights to drill wells from over 100 years ago. Our fields don't depend on rain. We get 4-5 times the yields per acre than that of every other farm.

The quarry is always flowing. The extra water flows through the creek and into a river 40 miles away.

I sat in my first class thinking about Mason house. Why? It was the largest house I had ever seen. It was sitting empty. It was a mansion and my dad said it was too large for the family. It sat in the wrong spot near the quarry and at the edge of the 5 farms. It was difficult to get to anywhere on the farm quickly. So, it sat empty.

But why was it on my mind. My boner answered the question. It was a great place to take Amy to, impress her with the house, and maybe get a kiss... or more. Being 18 years old I was now having more and more daydreams and fantasies running through my head. Before I knew it three classes had gone by. It was time for PE.

I walked the long way to the gym and locker rooms. Because I had been a football player, we were issued special lockers and in a segmented area. We had lots of gear to store, a large storage area with keys, and access to the sports medicine office in the locker room. Everyone else had a small locker in the main area.

As I walked up I saw Amy walking ahead of me. She was still sauntering around and wiggling that ass as she walked. I whistled and she turned around as though she was going to slap me. As she turned and realized it was me, she had a big smile on her face, and held off on slapping me. Amy and I had never gotten along this well.

I noticed her face got red and we talked for a short time. As we approached the doors to the locker rooms she stopped. The girl's locker room was on the left and the boys on the right. Then there was an even larger locker room past the boy's marked "Guests". It was for the away teams and could be used for boys or girls depending on the need.

I asked Amy why she stopped. She quietly stated, "I owe you a picture."

I replied, 'Oh I know.'

Amy stated, "Well I was going to not do it, but I am worried you would get upset."

I was surprised and stated 'You promised. It's not like you to break a promise.'

Amy replied, "I don't have a cell phone."

I had never imagined a 18-year-old girl in this day and age did not have a cell phone. Without hesitation I handed her my phone and told her the password code was 80085. I was kind of embarrassed hoping she did not realize it spelled "boobs" in "nerd language."

She took the phone and was very red in the face. I watched her disappear into the locker room.

5 minutes later I was in the gym. My class was weightlifting. It was easy and if you completed the assigned workouts, it did not matter if you were a world class athlete or a wimp. Everyone who tried got an A. My class was for boys. Amy's class was for girls. Their class was composed of running, gymnastics, stretching, yoga and some sports.

Although, if this year in PE was like last year, we always had one month of swimming where we joined classes. Unlike most schools where they had uniforms, or you had to buy your gym clothes from school. We did not. Many girls wore two-piece bathing suits that were sometimes small. Others wore one-piece suits. Amy always wore a one-piece suit. Trust me. I kept track.

As the boys lined up to enter the weightroom I saw Amy walk out of the hall and into the gym. God, she looked great. Short blue shorts and a white t-shirt. Both were tight and stuck to her skin. I had a quick look as I entered the weightroom.

The PE class felt like a million years. We finally finished, we returned to shower, and I left the locker room. Amy was nowhere to be found in the hallway. Not worried I went to Ms. Willows class.

As I entered Ms. Willows showed me a big smile followed by a big hug. Ms. Willows is a stunning 30-year-old teacher. Tall, slim, with long golden blonde hair and the biggest set of tits I had ever seen in real life. She always wore a tight short skirt with high heels that made her shuffle and wiggle around (not typical teacher attire). The big hug lasted for a second, but I wished for a longer one.

Ms. Willows advised she asked for me "specifically" to be her Teacher Assistant. She advised I would be grading papers, running errands, making copies, and other things as she gave me a wink. The boner was back.

Today, she asked that I go make copies in the teacher's workshop area. Ms. Willows tried to hand me her set of keys, but I informed her I had my own set from last year as I jingled them in front of her. She smiled and stated "Excellent. These should only take you a couple minutes."

The teachers workshop area is a large room with copiers, supplies, and a lunch/break room for teachers. It is an area off limits to anyone but TA's and teachers.

I unlocked the door and was very happy to find Amy inside making coffee.

I whistled again and she turned with a smile. No slap this time. She was evidentially warming up to me. She handed me my phone and stated "Enjoy." Two teachers entered the workshop. I was in hell. Amy had taken a naked picture on my phone. I had my phone. But I could not look at it. My boner was there and harder than ever...

After making the copies I trudged back to Ms. Willows class. I handed her the copies and tried to sit. My chair was next to Ms. Willows desk at the front of the class. There was no way she or anyone else would not notice me pulling out my phone and looking at a naked woman on the screen.

After the class had ended the students walked towards the door and Ms. Willows followed. Now, I estimated I had 15 seconds to look at the picture. I hid the phone under the desk, unlocked it, and began to look through the photographs. Amy had taken not one picture but dozens in various poses. Each showed her whole naked body and face. I was stunned. I immediately wanted to ingrain them in my brain forever. The last thing I saw was 5 videos had also been made... Oh my god.

I was in another world and did not see Ms. Willows walk up next to me. She stated "Mark?..." In a very sheepish tone. I was dead. Stupid dead. Ms. Willows stated "Porn. Really? Boys..." I laughed, put away the phone, and Ms. Willows stated as she walked me to the door "I always thought you liked older women." I had stumbled out the door as Ms. Willows squished her huge tits together with a giggle and then closed the door.

The last 60 seconds had changed everything. Amy and Ms. Willows?... Surely not.

I walked to my last class in a fog. And of course, in the class was Amy. I sat in the back row. She sat in the front row. Amy saw me enter but did not speak to me or any friends nearby. I was curious if she told anyone about the car ride, the nude selfies, or anything about me.

As I sat down a large amount of red hair engulfed me. It was Brie. She had long red hair that went down to her waist. As I was seated in my desk/chair she gave me a huge hug. Big white boob cleavage right in the face as she stated "Hello there Mark. I have not seen you all summer." To imagine a boner getting any bigger or any harder was impossible to tell. I fully expected my dick to puncture by jeans. I had two huge pale white boobs squished in my face. All I could do was speak in mumbles.

Brie stepped back. Sat in a desk next to me and laughed. I was stunned. Brie was the outgoing cheerleader every school needed. She wore see-through shirts, short skirts, amazing dresses and always acted like everyone's favorite bimbo type. I was never sure if it was an act or her real self. The best thing was she laughed off most "accidents, incidents, or oopsies" as she called them.

Today Brie was wearing a flowing sundress made of light nearly see-through material that ended well above the knee.

Class started but Brie talked the entire class. It was History, we were in the back, and the teacher droned on without even paying Brie any attention. Brie talked about her summer, traveling, and other stuff. I paid no attention as I was still stunned by the day. Class was over in seconds.

I walked to my truck and Brie followed me like a puppy still jabbering away. I made it to my truck and Brie commented on it, "LOVED" everything about it, and told me quietly how much she would "love to break it in with me."

Okay. I was stunned more times today than ever in my whole life up to this day.

As I stood there bewildered, I saw Amy walking towards us from the quad. As I said it was a more than 100-yard walk. But I realized she was walking in the opposite direction from the bus pick up area. Super boner was now on. I watched Amy over Brie's shoulder as she talked. I had no idea what Brie said during this time. I watched Amy strut towards us, she let her backpack sling low in her right hand, followed by the blue vest in her left hand, and continue to strut towards us.

The scene will be locked in my memory forever. Her breasts bouncing, her long tan legs moving, and the large smile on her face as she got closer. Brie never noticed my checked-out look.

Amy loudly stated "Oh hi Brie. Ready for Cheerleading again this year?!" Brie was surprised to see Amy anywhere near me and stated "Yeah". Amy asked loudly if I could take a picture of them together. I pulled out my phone and took a picture of them standing together. They then turned to hug. Amy was facing me and mouthed "One more" as Brie turned to hug Amy with her back to me.

Amy had her hands on Brie's waist but moved them down to the bottom of her dress. I raised my cell phone up, activated the video recording mode instead of the photo function, and began to record. I was amazed by what was about to occur. Amy lifted up the back of Brie's dress so high that I had a full view of her big white bare ass. It was tight, it was firm, and best of all. No panties. I recorded Amy smiling over Brie's shoulder as she let the dress fall back down. I recorded for approximately 10 seconds. It was awesome.

Brie was completely unaware and stated "Anyway. Goodbye." in her bimbo type voice and walked away.

Amy and I stood there for a moment giggling like idiots.