The classes went by quickly. I walked down to PE and did not see Amy anywhere. I did however run into BJ. She bumped into me with her hip and stated "Good morning stud. How's it hangin'?" I had not predicted or planned on how I was going to react the next time I had seen BJ. We were not that friendly, close in any way, or on much speaking terms. We travelled in different packs; I was a member of the nerd pack, jock pack, and farmer pack.
I would describe BJ as a member of the "hot, easy, high school cheerleader" pack.
Either way she seemed in a good mood, and I responded to her "hangin" comment with 'thick and long.' testing the waters of rude, crude, and guy type talk. BJ was not moved or affected by my comment but just continued walking down the hallway smiling.
I say BJ walked. But in reality, she wiggled, sauntered, or traipsed down the hall. She moved more like a sexy cat on the runway or like a very happy stripper walking away from a man after receiving a huge cash tip. BJ always walked like that. Other girls did not. The crowds parted while we went. Many guys and girls looked at BJ either with a look of sex or jealousy in their eyes.
As we walked to our locker rooms she commented "let me know if you want any more pictures. 5 bucks a piece and 20 for 1 minute of video." The first one was a freebie. She nonchalantly disappeared inside the locker room. I now realized at least some of what I had heard about BJ was true. I remembered back to the video she took with Amy. I had been too focused on Amy, but BJ was a stunner herself. Long chestnut hair, a very mature model like face, puffy lips, and nice C-cup tits. The most memorable part was she had large brown nipples. Each one long enough to hang a pretzel on. I guessed nearly an inch long and 1/2 inch thick.
Her ass and legs were nice, but she was much shorter than Amy.
I changed clothes and ran to weightlifting class. Class flew by and I walked to lunch. Still no sign of Amy. It wasn't that odd to not see her. She had different morning classes than me and maybe I would see her in the halls from time to time.
After lunch I walked to Ms. Willows' room. At the door I saw Amy standing and waiting for me talking with Ms. Willows. Ms. Willows was a vision today. She was wearing the tightest black pencil skirt I had ever seen. Her knees were permanently banded together, her nylons were black, and she had on impossibly tall high heel shoes of 5 inches or more. When she turned, I saw her cream-colored blouse was showing a large deep "V" and her boobs were nearly spilling out.
I'm not sure if I have ever described Ms. Willows. She has long golden blonde hair. She usually keeps it rolled or tucked up in very fancy beehive hair styles or large victory rolls reminiscent of the 40's type pin up model. She has a very pleasant librarian type face with a brown mole like Cindy Crawford over the corner of her lip. Ms. Willows is thin with a medium-sized butt that sticks out due to always wearing the tights skirts. She is about 5-6 and 130 lbs but she is always towering over everyone in those tall thin high heeled shoes.
But the most prominent and amazing feature for Ms. Willows are her huge tits. I can only imagine what each one weighs. 10lbs a tit? 15lbs a tit? 20? 40? God only knows as they there are massive. Her braziers must be made of high tensile cable and custom made by a team of legendary dwarves to keep from braking. But her tits are huge and stick straight out like massive Zeppelins with almost no hint of sag. I finally settled on J-cups.
I'm not sure how. But a walking boner jabbed at me. If Amy and Ms. Willows, saw my hidden salute they did not let on. Amy handed me her new phone and told me I never told her the code. Like an idiot I loudly explained I had set her new phone code to the same as my phone and I responded '80085'. I also showed her how to set up her face ID to unlock her phone. I told her she could change her code to any number she liked. But she should not write it down or forget it.
Ms. Willows walked away slowly into class. After I helped Amy, she left staring at her new phone. I went to the desk area I shared with Ms. Willows and set my things down. Class went by as normal. I ran errands, made copies, and other things. As class ended, I could not find my phone. Odd. It's not like me to lose things. I checked everywhere I had been to make copies and errands but no phone.
I knew I could use Amy's phone to track mine. In my last class I asked Amy to use her phone to track mine. I looked and looked. The phone was turned off. No luck. Very odd I thought. I never turn my phone off. Maybe it was broken beyond repair like I dropped it in a shredder, or it was run over by a car. Neither were very likely.
Either way I took my seat in the back of the class and Amy walked to her seat at the front.
A moment of red hair blinded me again as Brie's pale white tit cleavage engulfed my face with another big hug. Brie was happy to see me again. Today, she was wearing a wrap around style dress with a leather waist corset. Her tits were pushed up, her waist was pulled thin, and her ass was stuck out. The dress had an opening at the side above her left thigh. As she pulled away talking about how much she missed me I caught a glimpse of more than thigh meat. A bare white porcelain set of pussy lips. She slid into her seat and turned slightly towards me. With her knees pointed at me all class it was very difficult to focus on the history lesson the teacher was droning on about. I instead was trying to look up her dress and see lips.
Brie talked to me the entire class. The teacher either knew not to interrupt her or cared so little he ignored her. I saw several other students were texting, shooting spit balls, or sleeping. Amy was the front taking notes. I never saw her look back at me a single time during class.
As class ended Brie caught me looking up her dress for the first time. She looked at my face knowingly and smiled. I looked away quickly. Brie stood up, grabbed my chin, and pulled it towards her face to face. Brie stated "Don't be ashamed. You can look as much as you want. You can touch too." As we walked outside wiggling her ass as she walked towards the parking lot.
Amy met up with some cheerleaders and followed behind at a distance. I was worried Amy would be jealous that I was walking and talking with Brie. But Amy provided no visible cues to her thoughts or feelings.
