The student paused for a moment, leaning a little lower over the side of his desk as she peered at the notes he had made on the handout she had from an earlier science class. She slowly nodded but held her pose a moment longer to give him a view of cleavage that no other sixth grader in the school had. Aimee's generous body had plumped her tits out quite nicely.
Last night, Brian had felt those young breasts in his hands and in his mouth. Or at least he had done so in a dream so vivid that he had to dump his sheets in the washer before he left for school. Like quite a few of the girls in his Extended Period study hall after normal hours, Aimee liked to flirt. He wondered what she'd think of how he had used her in his dreamscape while she willingly took it and demanded more. At age eleven, it wasn't as if she had the sexual experience she pretended to in her playful conduct. Did she?
"Thanks, Mr. Chester," she replied as she stood straight.
As she turned to go back to her desk, she gave his desk the familiar brush with her soft hip. Noticing the extra bags by her desk, he called out.
"What's with all of the extra stuff?" he asked. "Did you beg for extra homework?"
"No," Aimee laughed. "It's Lacy's knapsack and the other bag is her clothes because she has her bike today."
"Bike? I thought one of your parents always drove you two?"
"Her mom did this morning. But she also brought her bike because she's doing this thing today - something for a junior triathalon they're going to do."
"That's running, biking, and swimming, right?"
"Uh huh," Aimee answered with a nod. "She said she's starting with one sport's practice a day. Here at school it's biking or running. On the weekends, it will be swimming at the junior college pool because we don't have a pool here. I wish we did."
Brian nodded, apparently in sympathy. Actually, he wouldn't mind seeing the athletic Lacey in a swimsuit.
"There would be, like, sooo much chlorine and stuff in it," opined Kayla as she dabbed polish on her fingernails, drawing nods from her two equally blonde friends.
"But running and biking, it's like, all sweaty and stuff," Taylor countered.
"Eww!" Marcie chimed in, adding her own intellectual spin to the discussion.
Brian didn't expect anything more - or less - from the "Buffy Triplets".
The classroom door opened, stalling any further commentary from the Buffies. A short girl in her usual hand-me-down attire nervously came in. Aimee gave her a friendly wave, which seemed to flummox the newcomer. The girl approached Brian's desk, her loose shirt a flopping as she moved. It made her look even smaller than she was.
"Mr. Chester," she said. "I, uh...this."
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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