She replied “so you just like looking at me in the class and not talk to me”. I was stunned that I was caught staring at her in class by her a cou...le of times. I told her that I was a keen observer. She smiled and said “hahaha a little birdie told me that you like me quite a bit”. I blushed and tried to look down but she caught my eye. I told her that I thought she was pretty, that’s it. She blushed a bit too and her eyes glistened in the low light of the pub. That was the first time I noticed. He gripped the tops of my arms, not hard, and just manoeuvred me onto the mats that were all over the floor between a hot tub and a big TV on the wall.“Right then,” Lettie sounded in charge even of our muscle-bound thirty-something teacher, “sorry Vics but you’ll just have to do a bit so we can film it.” She didn’t sound sorry.“Clothes off,” she instructed. How she has the nerve to call ME bossy I don’t know.I just stood there. I FOR SURE was not going to strip on her say-so!“Here let me.”. “You came into our lives like a knight riding a white horse, helping my Mama, then you come into my life and make my panties wet just by touching me and looking me in the eyes. Now you have met my brother and he thinks you are the next president. I am standing here, scared to let you go inside, afraid that it will all be a dream tomorrow when I wake up.“I know you must think I am some kind of wild Latino slut because I can’t keep my hands off you and I tell you about my wet panties. I am not. My towel dropped to the floor and we pressed our bodies together in a warm, loving embrace. Angela reached down, clasped my hand and lifted to her chest, guiding my fingers over her erect nipples, with her other hand she stroked mine. My head swam with an intense pleasure, unlike anything I’d experienced before.Still holding my hand, she stepped back, turned and lead me out of the bathroom.When we reached the bed, she stopped and turned to face me. My heart was pounding.“Lie down on the bed”..