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.