Marissa, Spanish Teacher

I turned eighteen when Dad disappeared for two months and when he came back he was remarried to the girl who would become my Spanish teacher for my final year of high school. Too bad I was failing like a submarine with a leak!

I was just about to tell dad when once again he spoke up at Sunday night dinner and said he was going back on the road for a week to revisit his best sales areas, so it would just be me and my stepmom teacher- what a fucking joy that would be!

Hell she was already correcting my ass over every fuck up I handed in for class. The worst part was she dressed like a man in class but like your typical Latin Milf around home. And damn i try my best not to stare but Marissa had a great set of tits on her and from what I saw a damn curvy ass. So you can guess what my day was like going from “yes Mrs Santos!” to “Marissa, I’m doing my best, Spanish is hard!”

So here I was just home from school, with the place to myself, my Spanish homework open on the coffee table in the living room in front of me, the stereo blasting eighties hard rock tunes until the walls were vibrating. A big reason why I didn’t hear the front door open and Marissa come in.

“Really Graham! Do you think this is going to help you pass?” She walked in and tossed her briefcase on the chair and came over to see what I was doing! The look on her face as she took off her suit jacket and undid the top two buttons of her white blouse, told me she had a trying day.

And I could understand since there wasn’t a guy in school that did pray to every god above that her buttons wouldn’t just pop off.

“Turn that noise down and concentrate on what you're doing while I go in and make something for dinner!”

Well if nothing else I’m going to get something to eat before going to bed!