(The) New Girl pokes your shoulder

You're mesmerized staring at ms. Wilson's butt jiggling enticingly to the scribbling of her hand on the blackboard. Her miniskirt barely covering her flushed cheeks. Sometimes she'd bend over just a little bit more, her string panties momentarily revealing their existence if you paid attention.

You feel a finger poking your shoulder and you distractedly turn around to look at your new classmate.

"Is this how the teacher dresses every day?" she whispered with a disbelieving smirk, but you don't really know if she's insulted by it.

"Not every day," you whisper back, then you pause. "Well, almost every day. She likes showing off what she's got. You don't approve?"

"Hmm. I think people should flaunt it if they got it," she replied after thinking for a moment. "But they have to walk the walk as well."

"I guess," you reply after pondering at New Girl's words, momentarily distracted as ms Wilson turned around and unceremoniously stuck a freshly licked finger into her cleavage to rub around an erect but irritated nipple. Not only did she have massive but perky cantaloupe sized breasts, her nipples reminiscent of soft boiled egg yolks tenting her satin top. If she ever had worn a bra, none of you or your friends had ever heard of that happening.

"I'd say Wilson walks the walk," you whisper back, glancing around yourself to see if any of your classmates are getting annoyed at you and New Girl not paying attention to Wilson's lecture. However, you find they all seem mesmerized and not even responding to your inquiring body language like they'd normally do.

"That she does... that she does," New Girl smiles and giggles before a more curious and scrutinizing look crosses her face. "What's your name?"

"Erm, John, John Doe," you reply, giving her a wary look as her demeanor seems a bit more serious "And you?"

"Oh silly me. Yes, my name, my name, my name... New Girl works, or N.G... Angie? Angie works too," she says.

"You just invented a name, didn't you?" you retort with a chuckle.

"Nothing gets past you, does it," Angie says with a giggle as she picks up and cracks open a book from her desk. A book with Larry's, no, Larie's ugly face wrapped around it, her distracted eyes rolling with pleasure and her mouth stuffed with a ball gag integrated into the book cover.

Yuk! At least her face isn't as cratered and infested with pimples as it used to be, and her big stupid mouth and lips really looked good around that gag. Nail the book to a bathroom stall wall, pull out the gag and sell tickets, that's what you'd do if you owned Larie.

"Want to join me in an experiment, John?" Angie asked with a smile as she found a pen behind her ear and wrote something in Larie.

"What sort of experiment?" you asked, raising an eyebrow at the question.

Angie shrugged her shoulders. "The life-changing kind, of course."

You ponder if she's asking you out on a date, or if she wants you to help her catch frogs in the swamps for a science project.