Christina Goes for the Silver

“Very well. Take you jeans and shirt off and join me.” Mr. Doe motions her behind his desk.

Christina lifts the LA Galaxy shirt over her head, her size C breasts framed by a tight-fitting sports bra.

“Nice girls you got there.” Doe points at her.

“Thanks.” She smirks. “They came with the body.”

She slides out of her Levi’s, revealing a rather utilitarian mesh panty covering her valley. The teacher grins at the prospect of spearing the Aztec-Spanish descendents sex. The suppleness of her pine-colored skin, her deep almond eyes, that lilting accent…the thought is enough to cause goose bumps.

He motions her behind the desk.

“Take your underwear off and lie down.”

Christina slips her panties down and kicks them aside, coarse dark hair covering her jewel like a forest.

“Strange.” Mr. Doe rubs his chin. “I’ve never seen underwear like that before.”

“It’s designed to wick away moisture. You know, for playing games and stuff.”

“Cool.”

The soccer player lies prone on the carpet, the cool sensation of the A/C hardening her nipples as she waits for her instructor to begin his ‘lesson’. She teases them, rubbing them gently with her fingers. She sighs.

“What are you doing?” Doe asks.

“Just thought I’d get a head start on you.” Christina grins.”You know I hate to lose.”
She moans as her instructor straddles her, raining down kisses over her cheeks, her neck, and her breasts. He nibbles her nipples, sucking them as he strokes himself to erectness. Christina leans her head back and stares at the ceiling, enjoying the foreplay.

“For a horny guy, you like to take your time.” She laughs.

“Don’t judge a book by its cover.” Mr. Doe admonishes her as he rubs his shaft against her stomach.”

“Quit fooling around and fuck me like a real hombre.”

“Spread your legs and I’ll show you what a real hombre can do.”

He thrusts his shaft inside her, moving in and out in a steady motion as he times himself by her breaths. Christina grips his hips, supporting him even as he rocks back and forth with increasing regularity. She glances at his hairy chest, appreciating for the first time the teacher’s hirsute figure.

“What is it with you guys and chest hair?” She murmurs between moans of pleasure.

“You don’t like my hair?”

“That’s not what I said.” She clamps her thighs around his in a vise-like grip. The sensation of skin against skin sends shivers down Doe’s spine.

“That’s what you seem to be implying.”

“It’s just that most of the guys I know are bare.”

“How many guys you slept with?”

“Oh, one or two.” Christina rolls her eyes.

“What a baby.” Mr. Doe laughs. “You have a lot to learn, amiga.”

He increases his thrust, his piston-like grinding exciting his charge with each minute. Her moans become soft cries as droplets roll down her cheeks, tearing up from the fuck-fest.

“Ohgodohgodohgodohgod…”

Eventually the pressure becomes too much to bear for her instructor. He comes inside her, filling her with hot goo before going limp. She rolls over and collapses, panting heavily.

“Madre de dios. Good thing I’m on the pill.”

“Do your folks know that?”

“Hell, no. I practically have to hide the cartridge in my drawer. Thank God no one goes in my room, except my idiot brother. My family’s practically praying for me to have a litter. You think your life’s tough? Try explaining to a family of Latinas that you’re postponing kids to pursue a soccer career. That girl in Bend It Like Beckham had it easy if you ask me.”

Mr. Doe sighs.

“You have your B…for right now.”

“You’re saying this isn’t a one-time offer? Mierde.”

“One B alone isn’t going to lift your grades, Christina.”

“Crap on a hat.”

“The good news is there are only three other big reports this year. That’s three chances for you to make this right. 20 percent of your overall grade. If you cut back on the athletics and put in more time studying for those quizzes, I have absolutely no doubt you’ll succeed.”

“Thanks teach.”

A smile creeps along Christina’s face.

“Evie’s going to be so jealous.”