A hands-on approach

"Come on papi just try eet. Miralo, like dees." Kaya took my hands in hers, closing the distance between us till our bodies were rubbing on one another. The 22 year-old baller rested her head on my shoulder, taking a beat to catch her breath. Interlocking our fingers, Kaya looked at me with a sloppy smile spread across her face, a faint twinkle in her eyes despite the ****-induced glaze.

It was rough at first, Kaya literally dragging my body from point 'A' to point 'B' till I got more comfortable. I wouldn't have blamed her for giving in and calling it quits like most other girls who tried to get me to dance. But something was different about her, not only accepting my advances but rebuking with some of her own. "You're a great teacher, Kaya. You have a gift. Many women before you have tried to get me to dance, but they all failed. Except you." I said, pressing our foreheads together, meeting the gaze of her deep brown eyes. "I guess I'm jus, how you say, one-of-a-a-kind."

"Of course you're special, can't you tell?" I asked Kaya, taking her left hand along with my right to the steep tent in my pants. Her eyes went wide, mouth forming a small 'o' before morphing into another slick smile. "¡Dios mio!" gasped the Latina, clasping her hands around my cock, twisting it back and forth while nuzzled up on my chest.

Grabbing her by the hips, I swayed back and forth, purposely poking the head of my dick against her pussy through her dress. "See, you get it. Now, how’s about we go somewhere a little less crowded? I know a perfect little spot not far from here..." I told her, awaiting the rejection coming my way. "Why wai dat long? Dees is calling my name..." Kaya tightening her grip around my hard-on while she still had control of a few brain cells. When I felt her fingers dancing upwards to my zipper, I knew I had to put an end to this before she started sucking me off right in the middle of the dance floor. Hot as it would have been, it would be in poor taste for the new basketball player to be caught like this on the first day.

"Hey hey hey, slow down. Not here. Follow me." I proclaimed, leading the horned-up Latina down the halls much like she had me earlier in the night. She struggled to keep up in her drunken state, slowly falling further and further behind. In my excitement to finally hook up with a student from the bar, I didn't realize how far back Kaya was until it was too late. Reaching the door to to the men's bathroom, I turned around, meeting eyes with a coked out white kid instead of the beautiful Kaya Galvan. I threw the stupid brat out of the way, searching for her as I retraced my steps down the crowded halls.

"Fuck!" I shouted, unable to find Kaya anywhere inside the cramped bar. Soon after, I left and went home in defeat, resigned to jerking off to the girl that got away once again.