Elena's story

You're gasping, hardly able to believe that an eighteen year old girl could perform with such sexual expertise. Elena strokes your chest and bends to kiss your nipple, teasing it with her tongue for a moment before sliding off the bed and reaching for her panties.

"You're incredible," you tell her, as your breathing finally slows. "Just fucking incredible."

"I tol' you," she laughs, pulling her panties up. "You want good fucking, you got to come to a latina. Those rich white girls may put out, but they don't know what real fucking is. Tha's why some of the boys here do so well. Lot's of dumb rich gringa pussy going begging for brown cock. You'll get your share too, you and the other vatos. That coach, he's gonna be fighting them off with a bat, he's so pretty. I might do him myself." She laughs with the blunt sexuality of a healthy young animal. She has none of the emotional turmoil or angst of the students you've fucked, and you find yourself feeling content and comfortable around her.

"So why did you pick me, Elena? Why not the 'pretty young coach?'"

"'Cause he's young, and maybe not as smart as you. And that other one, in the cottage all on his own, I don' trust him. An' that Dean, I don't clean his room, so it's not so easy, and besides he's scary. An' a soldier, so maybe he's not so good about helping an illegal."

"And you thought I would be?"

"You been aroun'. Had some ups and downs. Know that life isn't so simple all the time. Maybe not so judgemental. An' I knew you had some secrets, so we could trade," she grins as she slips her smock on, starting to button it up.

"Are you illegal?" you ask as you get up and start to dress.

"Me? No. I'm one of them anchor babies you read about. My Momma came here when there was trouble back home, and I was born here."

"So tell me when you want this to happen. Getting your mother to Canada, I mean."

"This weekend. I'll hook you up with my brother, and he'll tell you the route and how to get there. We worked out a plan, but we needed someone to do the driving."

"Your brother?" you say, surprised.

"Yeah. I'll tell you more tomorrow," she suddenly curls into your body, wrapping one leg around you and pulling your head down for a hot electric kiss. "You remember how Elena can make you feel, vato," she says as she breaks the kiss and steps away. "Remember how much of her you can get if you keep your promise."

With a last grin she turns away and picks up her bucket, stepping out the door and down the stairs before you can think of a response.