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I won't make you read Spanish anymore. I'll just put the translation in like this: "
<translation>
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~~~ Wednesday ~~~
I walked into Spanish class with a hard-on. I was already looking forward to seeing what my sexy little seductress would be wearing to class. I wondered how many times she would accidentally touch me. Would I get a kiss today?
There was some blonde sitting in what was usually an empty seat on my left. She had dark sunglasses on and the hood on her pullover was covering all but the ends of her ragged hair.
I dropped into my seat and got my things out. Every time somebody walked through the door, I looked to see if it was Reina. At first, I was being all casual and shit. As it got closer to the start of class, I was just staring at the entryway, waiting.
The professor came in and she still hadn't arrived. Maybe she was sick. She was never this late. The bell rang, the professor stood at the whiteboard, and still her seat was empty. I swear I didn't hear a thing the professor said. I mean, it was no big deal anyway. Aunt Rosa had me doing shit that was way beyond this class. I was relearning some verb conjugations and stuff - and adding a few vocabulary words - but my aunt had me doing full-speed, conversational Spanish.
I thought about texting Reina. I was sure I'd get busted, though, so I didn't. I'd already pushed things the first day of class. Besides that, the teacher was all the time watching me - probably because I spent more time paying attention to the cute girl beside me than focusing on them.
When the bell rang, I waited for the rush to pass, pulled out my phone, and texted her, "You okay?"
A phone vibrated to my left and I looked over to see the blonde holding her phone between her legs. I looked up at her face and she peeled the glasses off. It was Reina.
"You fucker!" I scream-whispered.
She started laughing so hard she nearly fell out of her chair.
I'm not really sure why I was so upset. I guess just because she'd worried me. I mean, it was not like we were dating or anything but "Fuck!" I grabbed my things, stood up, and headed for the door. I went down the hall and out the exit. Once I was outside, I got two steps before I stopped, dazed. I couldn't remember where my next class was. My brain was a jumbled-up mess.
I was still standing there, confused, when she sprinted up, circled in front of me, and wrapped her arms around my middle. I was still pretty jacked. Anything she would have said would have been inflammatory. She didn't talk. She just kept squeezing. Finally, she must have decided that, since I hadn't hugged her back, she was still on thin ice.
She looked up, into my face, and said, "I'm sorry. Please forgive me."
I stared at the hot little succubus, with her cute little face. If she had tried puppy-dog eyes, I would've probably lit into her - but she looked serious. That was good, cuz I was seriously pissed.
"How 'bout I let you lick my pussy to make it up to you?" she asked, grinning evilly.
"Let me lick ...?" I started to ask.
"Fine. I'll suck your dick - but you can never tell my dad."
I couldn't resist her infectious bubbliness anymore; I wrapped my arms around her.
She rested her cheek against my chest. "I'm sorry," she said, once more. "I thought it would be a fun prank. I didn't realize you look forward to seeing me that much. I'm seriously wrecked right now. You're making me feel very special but you're scaring me a little with how serious you are."
I tried to clear a lump from my throat. "Look," I said, "I shouldn't have gotten pissed ..."
"Stop," she said, quietly. "We're good. Can we just start today over?"
"Are you still sucking my dick?" I asked, smiling.
"Would you settle for a really hot hand-job while we're making out?" she asked, smiling, looking into my eyes.
I looked down at her taut breasts, trapped in her skin-tight white tank-top.
"Fine," she said, sighing dramatically, "you can cum on my titties."
My cock immediately started swelling - and bumped against her tight abdomen.
"I'll take that as a 'yes'," she said, reaching down to tweak my cock-knob with her thumb & forefinger.
"Is it still okay for me to crash your salsa practice?" she asked.
"Yes," I said.
"Okay. I'll see you there. Can I have a 'You're forgiven' kiss?"
I thought about being evil - but decided that would just be doing what she had done. I leaned down, wrapped my arms around her, and kissed her hard.
"Wow," she said, when we parted, "I'll bet make-up sex with you is amazing!"
I couldn't help but laugh as she took off - and I headed for the used-car lot.
~~~
When Aunt Rosa and I arrived at the dance studio, Reina was waiting by the door. She had on a loose-fitting shirt and a pair of leggings. My uncle's wife grinned wickedly and I could already guess what was coming first.
At this point, Aunt Rosa had a permanent reservation for the practice room that we used. The studio owner had replaced the hand-scribbled note - from a couple weeks ago - with a semi-permanent placard. Sunday through Thursday, from five-thirty until eight-thirty, this was my torture chamber. Tonight I would be sharing that sanctuary of suffering with Reina.
Once we were in the room, I did a couple quick warm-ups & stretches and then stripped to my boxers. My gorgeous aunt stripped to her sports-bra and leggings and then did her warm-ups.
"
<Watch first,>
" she told Reina.
I was already at the spot on the floor that my internal GPS knew she wanted me to start at. I raised my arms & hands into position as she stepped up to me. We ran through the basic routine one time. She said, "
<Again>
" and we repeated it.
"Reina," she called, turning to my classmate - who hadn't moved. "
<Bra and leggings only>
" she told her.
My cute classmate didn't hesitate long. Aunt Rosa's eyes looked over at mine as my friend peeled the shirt off, over her head, and I got a good look at her mammaries. Her nipples were stiff. So were Aunt Rosa's. My dick was usually hard when we were practicing. Salsa is fairly sensual and, since we're lovers, we touch a little more than some couples.
"
<I'm not sure ...>
" Reina began to say. She was moving towards me - which was probably the only thing that prevented my aunt from getting after her. It was also good that she had answered in Spanish. That was the other rule for the practice room.
Aunt Rosa motioned towards me, waiting for her new student to move.
Reina stepped up and placed her hands on me. Neither was perfect and I waited to see if my aunt would fix it before she started the music. She did not move - so I quickly adjusted the hand on my shoulder and then changed the grip on the one in my hand ... and we were off.
She seemed to know the basics - or at least what they should be - but she was having a little trouble executing them. Aunt Rosa stepped up and I halted our movements. My aunt put her hands and body in the position I was in - which told me that I was out. I stepped out of the way.
Sure that my punisher didn't want me standing on the sidelines, watching, I stepped several feet away and went back to doing the routine as if my aunt was in my arms. I threw in the stuff we'd worked on the night before. I focused on what I was supposed to be learning but I heard Aunt Rosa give Reina several corrections. They stopped and started a couple times as well. It was probably very similar to what my first week had looked like.
When the music paused, my tormentor sent Reina to get a drink and then told her to watch and cool down for a bit. The salsa headmistress looked at me and I quickly stepped over to assume my position. As we spun around the room, I glanced at Reina. She was covered in sweat and breathing hard. My cock lurched at the thought that I would love to make her hot & sweaty and out of breath. Aunt Rosa tweaked the head of my cock and my attention was back on my lessons. I wondered if Reina had noticed.
We ran through our routine several times before she decided it was time to abuse Reina again. This time, she made my classmate take the male part. I went back to my solo-routine and tried to block out what they were doing. It would not be good for me to stand and watch two beautiful women as their bodies writhed against one another.
When Reina was, once more, exhausted, I was back in again. The little caramel cutie took a few swigs from her water bottle and watched us spin around the floor. We ran through our routine a few more times and then Aunt Rosa called for Reina to step back in, once more. Reina started to take the male position again but our instructor stepped back, away from me, and our new student realized that it was a pop-quiz.
We took our positions and began the dance. "
<How are you still going?>
" she asked me in a whisper. "
<I'm already sore and I'm sure I'll barely be able to move tomorrow.>
" I just laughed and kept dancing. I didn't want to be yelled at. Aunt Rosa's hands were already on her hips and I was just hoping that it wasn't me that was in trouble.
As we finished the routine, Aunt Rosa glanced at the clock and nodded. We had about ten minutes left. Enough time to hear about what I'd done wrong. I went to grab my towel and my water bottle. As I sipped my water, she told me what things I needed to work on, as well as what things she thought I did well. She turned to Reina. Aunt Rosa had been more verbose, than normal, with her descriptions of my failures and successes. I knew, as she had spoken, that she'd done that for Reina's benefit. She didn't want the girl to be self-conscious when she was trying to offer constructive criticism as well as compliments. Reina didn't speak - which was good. She nodded each time my lover explained something that she wanted to see improvement on the next time. Her last comment was that, when Reina was dancing with either of us, she needed to make sure our bodies were touching. She told her that this was not ballroom dancing, it was salsa. Reina nodded once more.
As we headed for the exit, Aunt Rosa warned her to take a couple pain-relievers before she went to bed - and again in the morning, telling her, "
<You worked hard tonight.>
"
Reina laughed like she wanted to say something but was afraid to. I was pretty sure that was how I had reacted the first few days Aunt Rosa had brought me here.
~~~
When we were in the car, Aunt Rosa reached over and rubbed my crotch. "
<She didn't complain. That's good. I thought she would be more expressive.>
"
"
<She's scared of you, I think.>
"
"
<She should be,>
" she laughed. "
<She's out to steal my lover.>
"
I told her about what had happened in Spanish class.
"
