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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.
The hem of her white skirt hit her about mid-thigh, maybe even a bit higher I would guess if I had to bet. It had two support straps that were buttoned at the waist. The buttons were made of some large silver coins that I didn't recognize and I guessed their origin was either Icelandic or they might have even been Euros, which I'd never seen before. They weren't overly showy but up close they really caught your attention, as if the rest of the package wouldn't.
The straps rode up and over her shoulders, then crisscrossed and retreated down her back before being attached to the backside of her skirt by a second matching pair of silver coins. It created a sort of an overalls' effect and it looked simply adorable on her. Then it struck me that the outfit appeared to mimic something that a much younger school girl might wear and maybe that was why Erika just looked naughty as hell wearing it while she was in her towering stiletto heels and hose. As if all that wasn't enough, the straps were forced off to the sides because of the fullness of her incredible breasts.
I could see that Erika was wearing matching white thigh highs that were secured by a pair of white suspender garters that were also visible at least an inch below the hem of her skirt. I thought the entire effort looked sexy as hell and I felt that now familiar itch begin to appear in my loins that could only signal one thing. God, how I really envied her and I knew that I would have sold my soul a dozen times over to look half that incredible on my best day.
From where I was standing it appeared as if Erika was wearing white seven inch strapless platform high heels. Just like yesterday I couldn't help but notice that in those towering heels she moved with the grace of a gazelle. I had only been wearing really high heels, which I classify as four inches or higher, for about three years now but I remember how tough it was for me to feel comfortable in them and move about as if it were perfectly natural.
Actually, I'm not sure I'm there yet. I even have a pair of clear acrylic eight inch fuck-me platform heels similar to the ones Erika was wearing yesterday that I've never even worn out, mainly because there had been no one in the past who I cared enough about to send such a signal. Actually, the only time I wore them was to practice strutting around in my apartment in Austin, but I remember that I didn't look anything like Erika does when I walked around in them. I guess I'd have to work on that too.
As beautiful as Erika looked, perhaps the most noticeable thing about her appearance was the slight splash of color. Her lipstick and her finger nails and toe nails were done in a deep red shade, which made for an incredible contrast against the white background, even from a good distance away. Red was always considered a bit of a naughty color and it wasn't at all out of place on her, I thought with a smile.
Lisa was wearing a pair of red satin shorts that must have been at least one or maybe even two sizes too small. I strongly suspected that what those shorts did to her ass would probably be considered obscene in a handful of states, including Wyoming. From where I was standing it looked as if I could even see the cleft of her vagina in those shorts and I thought she just looked incredible.
Her short-sleeve pullover top was white, with a detailed silk-screen print of Viggo Mortensen in his Aragorn attire adorning the front. I hadn't gotten to know too much about either Lisa or Erika yet, but I had to admit that I already liked Lisa's taste in movies and I absolutely loved Erika's taste in music. Yes, my daddy did get me hooked on heavy metal music years ago, but I also love Texas' own LeAnn Rimes and I love to listen to country music, as well.
Lisa was also wearing a regular pair of four inch red heels and without the high platforms she appeared to be more than a full foot shorter than Erika. She was also wearing white anklets with the tops neatly folded over and the image lent just enough innocence to her appearance that made you just want to run out to the car with her to do every obscene thing you could ever imagine.
