Boys and girls together (3)

I woke up the next morning really rested and pleased with the way yesterday went. My only misgiving was that Jennie was not the girl I thought she was. She was acting more like a horny young girl, then my friend, the tomboy. I guess I wanted her to behave more like my mom, faithful, until I proved to be unfaithful. I guess I am confused. Before this week Jennie and I never had sex or even thought about having sex. This really was confusing. Before this week, I was a virgin, sort of any way. I had masturbated before this week. I guess this is all part of growing up.

I went to school and met the guys and went to class. Miss Schmidt was full of smiles and very pleasant to everyone. She dressed a little differently today. She usually wore gray or dark blue. Today she had no jacket on and white blouse. You could see the outline of a white bra beneath her blouse. Her skirt was a little shorter then usual and her makeup were noticeable. You could see a slight pinkish color lipstick on her lips.

The intercom asked her to report to the office. “Ok children. Take your seats. I have to go to the office, I believe that the student teacher is going to be starting today. Please behave and read chapter seven in the reader book. I should not be gone long. Beth, please monitor the class.” Said Miss Schmidt.

Beth got up and went to the teacher’s desk and sat down. Beth wore her uniform about four inches above her knees. She liked for everyone to stare up her skirt. She pulled the crossed ankle and spread knee seating. But she would sit forward on the chair angling her legs down. So if you wanted to look you had to drop a pencil to look up her skirt. A lot of pencils dropped when she was up front. I was not that interested in peeking up her shirt. She was just a tease.
I started to read the assignment, cause I was bored.
After around five minutes, the door opened an in walked this beautiful, black-haired, blue eyed girl/woman. Her face could stop traffic. I was in love or at least lust. She looked to be around eighteen. She had 36b chest. I guessed 36-24-36. She wore a cotton print dress. She reminded me of an Italian peasant girl. She had full lips, high cheekbones and a small well-shaped nose. She was short I guess around 5′ 4″. Legs to die for. I guess everything about her was in sync with the rest of her. All of her parts belonged together.

“Class, this is Miss Petra Agostini. She will be spending the next three to six months with us as a TA. She is a undergraduate from the University of Alabama.”

“Greeting class. I hope that I can be of assistance to all of you and please feel free to ask me any questions. Thanks you.” Said Petra with a sexy southern drawl. You could hear a pin drop in the class. You could almost hear all of the males getting an erection at the sound of her voice.

“I was the first to recover. “Greeting Miss Agostini.”

The rest of the class joined in my greetings, halfway through the greeting.

“Thank you. ” Said Petra.

She smiled and had the whitest teeth that I have ever seen. Her complexion was either naturally dark or she had a great tan.
Miss Schmidt whispered to Miss Agostini and Petra took her seat in the corner, legs facing me. I thought to myself, this is going to be a tough day to get through with her legs facing me. I know I’m going to be checking her legs out for the slightest spread.
As I predicted, I spent most of the day trying to see up her dress. She must have noticed my gaze, because she adopted, a legs to the side, knees down seating arrangement.

I went to lunch at home with my six friends and my sister came in a little after us and joined us at the table. She sat between Mike and Frank. She had on her school uniform and had apparently removed her bra. I could see the pink outline of her nipples under her blouse. Every once in a while her hands would drop to one of the guys thighs as if their legs were part of the furniture. I laughed to myself as the guys broke out in a sweat. Of course her legs were crossed at the ankle and knees pressed out. Her thighs were pushed against the guy’s thighs. Benny dropped his fork at lease three times. It was so funny to watch, knowing she was teasing them. Maybe she was just setting them up for a session with her. I saw Frank reach over and touch her bare thigh. His hand rested there and started to move slowly up her thigh. She stopped it as it went under her skirt and removed it.

Smiling at him and giving him the naughty sign with her index finger. Like any normal boy, he kept trying and got the same admonishment.
The guys were talking about the new TA and were being careful as to what words they use, with Megan there.

Then Megan broke the ice. “Look guys, if you can’t talk with me here, then I wouldn’t eat lunch with you guys anymore. I know the words and use them myself. Don’t be shy. If you like her tits say so. It’s not her chest.”

Benny groaned.

Frank got brave then. “Well she had the perfect legs, feet on one end pussy on the other end.”

“Did you get to see her pussy?” Asked Megan.

“No, but not because I wasn’t trying.” I answered.

That did it everyone broke out into laughter.
Things loosened up after that. Everyone started to ignore the fact that Megan was a girl, at least in the way they talked. They were still trying to cop a feel or see her panties. She loved it. But all good thing must come to and end, and until tomorrow it did.

Megan got up and said. “Sorry guys, I have to leave see you tomorrow.”

After she left, Frank said. “Your sister is the greatest.”

“As long as you behave yourselves. If she lets you cope a feel, great.