1996
Ohio
"No shenanigans this time!" The ash-brown haired Marie declared. "We'll work in the dinning room."
"Uh, yeah, sure." Darterrius replied confused. "You ain't a fan of my choice of channels?"
At six-foot the light brown Darterrius towered over the nearly post white five foot one Marie. At his words her face had turned red.
"You know why!" She stated teasingly. "Now let's get down to business!"
"Aight!" He replied opening his text book. "I don't understand how we won the War of 1812 if the Brits and Cunucks burned down the White House, and handed us our asses at land and sea!"
"That's a very good question..." Marie replied getting into their work.
While they studied, Darterrius noticed that Marie tried to touch him as much as possible, be it on the arm, his hand and even his upper leg a few times. Somehow when ever she turned to talk to him, she'd brush her tits against him.
After an hour of studying Marie took off her faded plaid shirt to hang it on the chair behind her to reveal her white V-neck T-shirt. Darterrius could not blink as he admired her pale white cleavage!
Although Marie wanted nothing more than to get fucked by Darterrius' giant meaty penis, she was determined to put some smarts into him.
Standing to stretch, she knocked over her pencil onto the floor which then rolled under the dinning room table.
"From heavens to mergetroids!!" She said exasperated.
"If you go down there, I'm gunna follow!" Declared the taller muscular man. "That table cloth is big enough to hide us good!"
If Marie were Catholic she'd do the sign of the cross to give herself strength. As it was, she knew she needed to change her panties which were soaking wet from just sitting next to Darterrius!
"No nonsense tonight!" Marie said wagging a finger at him. "You need to finish up your Latin."
Looking up at the clock on the wall she added. "My father will be home with the Bishop too, he's coming for dinner."
Darterrius was about to crack a joke, but he knew that she was dead serious. The last time he made fun of Mormonism she gave him one hell of a purple-nurple!
"Maybe you drive me home after we done?" He asked.
"I doubt it, my father wants to talk to you about tomorrow's game, so he'll drive you." Marie replied frowning.
Marie got down on all fours and proceeded to crawl under the table, Darterrius had no qualms about leering at her great child-bearing hips.
Darterrius could hear her father entering the backdoor, he could also hear Marie stumbling around in the dark. His boxer instincts kicked in long before his mind could catch up to realize what he was doing.
Quick as Sugar Ray Robinson Darterrius pushed in Marie's chair and sat down in his own. Under the table Marie was oblivious to what was happening.
"Marie?" Asked her father entering the dinning room. "Oh Darterrius, this is Bishop Smyth, have you seen Marie?"
Without rising Darterrius managed to greet both men.
"Sir," He finally said loud enough for Marie to hear. "I believe she went to her room to powder her nose... she might be a few moments."
Darterrius heard a faint 'What?' from under the table. He moved his papers about to cover up the sound.
"My child, what are you trying to say?" Asked Bishop Smyth.
"I uh... um... it's just this Latin." Darterrius stammered out.
'You asshole!' Muffled out from under the table.
"You wouldn't believe how challenging Caesar's Discourses are to translate." He replied.
"Oh yes, I do recall the same problems back in my youth." Replied the Bishop as he nodded to Marie's father.