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I couldn't help smile back at her, probably reflecting the same mischievous grin she just flashed me. "Oh, I suspect that's something those two girls do whenever they get the opportunity."
As I headed back to my classroom to prepare for my Anatomy class, I wondered what Erika and Lisa would have in store for me today.
I had about an hour before it was time for my class to start and as I sat at my desk chewing on a granola bar and staring blindly out the window I started to consider how much my life had changed in the past two days. In ways I never could have imagined I no longer felt like someone who always struggled desperately to fit in. I felt that my life was starting to take on some sort of focus that finally seemed to make sense and, more importantly, I was actually happy for the first time ever; happy in all the areas that were critically important to me, my family, my job and most of all - my love life.
Oddly enough, however, in a role where I was supposed to be the teacher, it seemed as if I was the student who was doing all the learning. And although that was perfectly fine with me, I thought about it at great length and realized that maybe I could still have fun teaching someone a thing or two.
An idea began to take shape in my head. I became excited about it and anxious to perfect it further, but I knew that in order to pull it off I really needed some major league help. Then in a moment of utter clarity I suddenly knew who I was going to ask for that help.
As the sound of the bell shattered the silence in the hallway marking the end of class, the student traffic slowly began to increase and then gradually some familiar faces I recognized from yesterday started reappearing in my classroom. I decided to move out into the hallway so that I could intercept Erika and Lisa before they entered the room, which I suspected would also keep me from making another spectacle of myself, as I so gracefully did yesterday.
As I stood at the doorway gazing down the hall it suddenly occurred to me that this might not be the brightest idea I've had yet. I could still vividly recall what happened to me yesterday when I hadn't been mentally prepared when these two vixens first arrived at school. That erotic image damn near had me back-peddling the entire day. The entire day, that is, until Debbie finally put me right back into whack last night.
I'd seen both girls earlier today in the parking lot, but in all fairness I'd have to say that I was a bit distracted at the time. I was coping with a mild case of shock after just being caught with Debbie's tongue down my throat and her fingers half-way inside my pussy and my normal perceptive skills were far from where they usually might have been.
Although I was immediately relieved once I saw that it was Erika and Lisa instead of anyone else on the planet, I was simply not very observant at the time, so I couldn't remember a thing about what they were wearing. As I watched them heading down the hallway towards my classroom I now realized that was probably for the better, or I might have been a little too distracted today, as well.
As it seemed to be the custom in the school, every head turned to follow the two girls as they made their way down the hall, leaving a trail of fantasy stares and open mouths in their wake. I didn't blame any of the students or the teachers or even the Vice Principle who stopped and stared at these two beauties along the way. In many ways looking at a truly beautiful woman was like looking at a piece if artwork or a beautiful sunset, it just never gets old and it never becomes routine.
It was only my second day at school and I felt a real connection with these girls and I had to smile as I watched them heading towards me. As was the case yesterday, Erika looked like she was ready for a full fashion photo shoot for Cosmo, even after nearly a full day of attending classes. I don't know how she did it, but if she could bottle and sell it, she'd make a fortune.
Although Lisa surrendered nothing to her in the looks department, there was just something almost mystical about the way that Erika moved and acted that let you know that she had been doing the high fashion model gig for a long time. It was as if every step and every fluid movement she made was subliminally choreographed for the photographers who would usually be in attendance to memorialize every frame. What a dramatic difference it must be to grow up looking like that, I thought - envious as hell.
Today, as was the case yesterday, Erika was just stunning, but I was beginning to realize that was the rule and not the exception. She was dressed like a Victoria's Secret angel wearing all white, with a plain top that brandished the name of the rock group AC/DC across her chest in black glitter in the heavy metal group's trademark font. Of course, the top stopped a couple inches below her boobs revealing a stomach that was definitely no stranger to hours of physical exercise in the gym. Her dangling gold bauble that was hanging from her pierced navel bounced to and fro, reflecting the light from the recessed florescent ceiling fixtures above.
