The Incident At School

Marissa and I were dining in the living room in front of the TV when we heard that the police reported that the bomb threat was considered over and that the school was to reopen tomorrow. We both were both glad and disappointed after the afternoon we shared at the pool and in the shower. But we both looked forward to return to class tomorrow, well at least Marissa was! If i knew the major blunder i was going to cause us both then I would have stayed home for good.

So when morning came we took separate ways to school, so know one would learn that she was my stepmom and believe that I was getting preferential treatment from Mrs. Santos. I had Spanish in the second period so it wasn’t like I had her first thing in the morning, maybe that was what caused the incident to happen.

I entered the class and took my seat, of course the girls ignored me and most of the guys derided my ability to speak Spanish. The class was underway when the incident happened, Mrs. Santos was talking about Melons and of course my attention was on the melons she had hidden in her blouse. That was when it happened!

I heard my name said then, “¿Cómo se pide ver los melones?”

She caught me unaware and my reply sure wasn’t what should be said anywhere! “Que le den a los melones, enséñame esas tetas!”

Mrs Santos went pale as she stood at the head of the class. Most of the girls figured out what I said based on Mrs. Santos’ expression and her action. She sputtered and then clearly said to me in English, “Get out of my classroom until you can conduct yourself as a gentleman!”

I knew that I not only embarrassed her but almost blew any chance I had of getting to be naked with me ever again. I gathered everything and made my way to the door when Mrs. Santos hollered for the class to come to order and turned to me, “As for you maybe Principal Meyers will have a better view of what you just did young man!” Basically her way of saying “Go to the principal’s office!”

I sat there most of the afternoon, my phone going off with notices of text messages, most;y from the guys in the class. Pretty well the standard, “Shit I’m glad I’m not the one to say that to Mrs. Santos but I wholeheartedly agree, she should show us those tits!” and one from Brian Watson, who usually derided me every chance he got sent me a text message congratulating me on what I said and asked me was it worth losing my balls when old man Meyers told my dad what I said to Mrs. Santos!" Other just tet that I was a god to them!

Fuck I never even thought of Meyers telling dad. I didn’t care what he did to me but I had to try to keep Marissa out of it! For the next two hours I was made to sit and wait for Principal Meyers to call for me. When he did I heard all about it, hell i even got to hear what it sounded like coming out of my mouth thanks to Paula “Nevergoingtogetlaid” Dobson recording everything said in class so she would have proper enunciation. Meyers the prick played it three times to me before he exploded about how I single handedly destroyed the reputation of Herbert Wilson High School Language department.

He yelled at me for two more hours before he said it, “I’ll be giving your father a call and play the tape for Him and I’ll let him deal with your punishment. Until he says that you have been punished, you are suspended from here!”

I was told to get off the school property and felt so fucking low about what I’ve caused Marissa the going home was the last thing on my mind. So I went to our version of Central Park, found a bush with space underneath it and hid away until the sun started to sink and the temperature with it! With **** left I checked my watch and saw that it was just a little after eight, so I went home praying to god that Marissa had barricaded herself in their room.

As it was I snuck in, via the door in the garage and found a note on the fridge telling me to come down to the gym, ready to be worked out! I went to my room and changed into a blue t-shirt and a pair of black shorts, hung my head down and made my way to the gym.

I actually knocked before entering, watching in silence as Marissa was stretching in her white t-shirt that just covered her upper stomach and a pair of form fitting pink tights. Fuck she lok so fucking hot. She just finished stretching her arms over her head when she spotted me. As she came to within a foot of me, I thought she considered herself close enough to slap me across the face or to kick my balls up into my skull!

Either option was fine by me! But what she did was something I was so unprepared for. Marissa just stopped and started speaking to me in Spanish!

“Así que quieres ver mis tetas, ¿verdad?” (So you want to see me tits do you?”)

Then Marissa leaned over slightly and grabbed the front of her top and began stretching it out so that her breast. I couldn’t take my eyes off them. So perfectly coloured and round.

Then back in English, “I certainly hope that you can figure out a way to apologize to me!”

Fuck was Marissa asking me to physically apologize to her? Did this mean I still had a chance to fuck her agan before dad was told about us? The look Marissa was giving me, told me everything and made damn sure that she expected that apology immediately if not sooner!

“Well, Graham?”