45. Spanish Class

**Rose Damison**

"Ahh, that's a little better." I discard the tee where my hoodie is lying depressingly, in the corner of the room.
I let my hair fall loosely out of the ponytail and shake my head. I risk looking at Ethan and smirk at his wide-eyed look. I bite my lips as his eyes stay static at the pink strap of my bra. It is brand new and deep pink.
I mean, I did not buy these not so innocent Victoria's pink bra and matching panties to be worn inside only. In fact, I had only one face and goal in my mind while buying them.
"Look Ethan, we will make a little deal. The more correct answers I get from you, the more clothes you will get to see off." I hear Ethan gulping as he rubs the invisible sweat on his forehead.
"Get any answer wrong, you can expect the opposite." I never thought I would use this trick for a learning advantage.
I move my fingers towards the strap of my bra, playing with it, "Are you listening now, baby?" Ethan nods dumbly. His eyes flicker from my bra straps to the vague cleavage that is visible from the thin camisole.
*Cough*
I had to fake a cough to control my laugh. I drag my tongue over my lips and lock my gaze with him as I speak, "Good. Now, how do you say, 'My girlfriend is so hot’?”
"My girlfriend is so hot." Ethan blankly repeats after me, his brown eyes are still glued to my body. I shake my head and grab the end of my thin camisole, moving it a little up to my belly button and try asking him again, "In Spanish, Ethan. Spanish."
Ethan licks his lips under tension, his curious fingers slowly proceed towards my camisole. I slap his hand away and place my top down in disappointment. "Where is my tee?" I look around as I shift to get off the bed.
"Wait! Uhh, mi... mi amiga es tan... calida." *{My friend is so warm}*
I look back at him in surprise. Ethan pats the spot beside him where I was sitting a few seconds ago. I smile at him, "Wrong. Not the correct use of words." I walk across the room to wear my t-shirt back.
"Wait, Rose! I know. I know." I pause as I look back at him with a raised eyebrow. "Mi nina amiga es maldito cali... ente." *{My girl-friend is damn hot}*
"Well, not 100% correct but I'll accept it." I leave my tee on the floor and walk back towards the bed. Ethan smiles with a pleading look in his eyes. "Next, how do you say, 'I think about you a lot'?" I ask him playfully.
"Pienso en ti todo el tiempo." Ethan instantly replies. *{I think about you all the time}*
Weird, how suddenly he knew so much Spanish out of nowhere. I smile, still surprised. "Right, then how do you say-" Ethan instantly cuts me off, "Oh, no-no. Off with that top first." His face itched with seriousness.
I sweetly smile back in return, "You were supposed to say 'pienso mucho en ti' not 'todo el tiempo'." He whimpers slightly, his eyes pleading again, "C'mon! I thought I'll get extra credit and maybe more clothes off."
I shake my head at his smart reply, "You won't get extra credit in the exam. Now, how do you say, 'I like the color pink'?" I ask him playfully.
A fierce look of determination crosses over Ethan's features as he obediently replies, "Me gusta el color rosa."
I nod and slowly peel the camisole off my skin. Ethan gawks at the flimsy piece of cloth that women call it bra. He is almost drooling at the sight of them. Swallowing, he looks back at me as if he saw a woman's breast for the first time. [Author- Yeah!]
"So Ethan," I continue my Spanish lessons, "How do you say-" I pause as I feel his fingers playing with the strap of my bra, hinting as to what he wants next.
Ethan slowly draws his hand and pushes away all the hair from my neck as he huskily whispers in my ear, "Realmente me gusta el rosa en ti. Me gusta mucho... Que lo odio. Lo quiero fuera." *{I really like the pink on you. I like it so much... That I hate it. I want it off}*
I pant like a scared rabbit, not sure how and when I entered the den. My breath hikes as I feel his fingers playing with the hook of my bra while his lips leave his essence on my neck. "You-u knew?" I stutter. *Of course, he knew!*
Ethan chuckles, his hot breath fans on my shoulder as he whispers, "Hmm. Eres tan suave. No puedo dejar de tocarte." *{You are so cute. I can't stop touching you}*
I moan as his warm hand cups my breast and his lips cover mine. He squeezes and molds the flesh softly in his large hands.
I realised it too late that the little game I was playing is ended when Ethan eagerly pushes all the papers and pencils off his bed and crushes me with his weight. I never knew a guy's weight could feel this good. I dig my fingers in his hair, pulling him over me as our lips begin the tango dance.
Ethan's hands traces every inch of my body like a suspected officer. His hands move from one breast to another, from waist to thighs, then back to my breast, massaging them roughly. Desperately gulping for air, I let out a soft moan at his touch of lips, teeth, and tongue on my neck, slowly going south.
He pulls down the straps of my bra violently, as if he hates it more than Ryan. "Ethan!" I moan as I feel his teeth on my sensitive buds, sucking them lightly and licking afterwords. He slowly takes his time in feeling and tasting my sensitive nipples.
Suddenly I don't feel so brave anymore as he gets up and pulls over his t-shirt. He tosses his tee on the bed and smirks while looking at me. "Te ves tan roja." {You look so red}
I instantly cover up my breast from his direct vision. I feel like I am thrown in a pool of shyness with eyes wandering on my naked body. "No apartes la mirada."* {Don't look away}*
Ethan amusingly looks at me as he bends down to kiss my lips. Shy at first, I kiss him back. He swallows all my moans as he slowly lies on me, skin on skin. My breast is now almost flattened against his hard chest. His strong arms envelop me in a way that is neither playful nor flirty, but loving and almost possessive.
The shy, uncertain boy I toyed with turned out to be an overpowering man. It is like hugging a marble statue.
I feel hazy. I am not sure whether it is the intense sensations running through my body that are making me feel this way or it is the lack of oxygen my lungs are receiving due to Ethan's weight. "Stop! I can't." I yell as the suffocation makes me feel dizzy.
Ethan looks up at me confusingly and stands up. I pull on my bra straps and breathe laboriously. My body is sweating heavily and heartbeats are racing wildly. "Are you okay?" Ethan asks me gently, passing a bottle of water. I nod, taking deep breaths and sips.
Ethan lowers the temperature of the air conditioner and offers me his t-shirt. With shy eyes, I take his tee and wear it. All this time I wanted this but when I almost get it, I quit like a chicken.
"Rose, I am sorry. Maybe we went further under our feelings." He pulls out a shirt from his cupboard as he insists, "Come, I'll drop you."
My heart sinks to my bladder thinking about the departure after a hot make out session. I already feel like a stupid for stopping him. But I got so nervous that I freaked out.
"Ethan!" I look up, grabbing the hem of his tee in my fist as I ask him, "Can I stay here tonight?" As I already today Ryan that I am having a study night at Rita and he normally wakes up by noon. So I have enough time to get back home tomorrow.
Ethan scratches the back of his head as he innocently says, "I have no problem if your brother has no problem." We both look at each other and laugh.
I am pretty sure Ryan has no problem, because he doesn't even know I am here.
*LOL.*