Unsure For Now.

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Title: The Underage Student/Teacher Bar Fuck Complication Affair (Pepsi Style!!!)   (Mmm_kekse and Mounstro came up with that title. :) ) or Scronking Pepa (Lovelyafterglow suggestion :))
Rating: NC-17
Show: LHDP
Pairing: PepSi
Disclaimers: Do I really need one? Everyone knows they're not mine and all that other blah blah blah.

Warnings: Ummm... I guess angst, uh, some violence and a shit ton o' swearin' and... what else? Oh, right, Sex! There's probably more sex than anything else, so if it's not your cuppa... you really wouldn't bother with this or any of my other stuff, really.

Spoilers:  So totally none

Summary: Pepa and Silvia meet at a bar and without really knowing anything about the other, have 'relations'. At that moment they silently agree that it's a one off. But they meet again. The next time they meet is at the local high school, Silvia the teacher and Pepa the student. So much for their plans of never seeing each other again.

AN: So, it's been a while, huh? Uh, so you might have to reread the previous parts, especially the second part I think, because the ending of this one sort of flows with the beginning of that one. Yup, anyway, hope ya'll are doing awesome, anyone want a balloon? :)

Part 1
Part 2
Part 3a
Part 3b
Part 4


Perturbed, frustrated and a little confused, Pepa hung up her cell phone, washed up in the bathroom, then headed towards her locker where her afro headed puppy dog awaited her. As she got closer to him and saw the smile on his face all she felt like doing was kicking him, mostly in the testicles, for what he had interrupted.

But what exactly did Curtis interrupt?

Yes, Pepa had had her teacher in a position that she had wanted her in a very long time. She had Silvia on her desk ready to do whatever it was that the brunette girl wanted to do. But then what? What would have happened?

The teenager didn’t mean for their discussion in the classroom to go the way it had in the first place. She hadn’t meant for she and her Spanish teacher to be in that position, she truly just wanted to talk. She wanted to put to rest the awkwardness that the kiss in the park had put on their budding friendship. Okay, seedling of a friendship, if she were to be honest with herself. She had a speech prepared in her mind and everything! How she only meant the kiss to be a kiss of comfort and that the sucking of Silvia’s lower lip had really only been because she was opening her mouth to breathe… or something. It wasn’t perfect, but it could be considered a decent excuse. Maybe.

But then she had let her libido take over her thoughts of reconciliatory words once she had seen the heat in the redhead’s eyes. Damn her libido and damn Silvia’s heated eyes!

Damn her weakness and damn Silvia’s as well! Yes, she could definitely place blame on Silvia. Pepa herself was only a teenager, Silvia the adult. If the tall girl wanted to spin it to fit who she wanted to blame she could definitely place it all on the Spanish teacher.

Urge to kick her friend’s genitals gone, yet still angry at herself and the world, she smiled as sweetly as she could. With her teen angst it wasn’t all that sweet and looked more like a sneer, but to Curtis any upward lift of the corner of Pepa’s lips looked sugary and he beamed a grin back.

“You okay?”

The tall girl shrugged her shoulders, blowing off the love struck boy’s question as she opened her locker. Not really knowing why she opened her locker, seeing as how she had left her shit in Silvia’s class. She pondered going back to the classroom for her stuff, her backpack mostly; she could give a shit about her Spanish book. Her backpack had her wallet; she sort of needed that what with her I.D. and everything being in it.

Curtis, noticing her empty hands, questioned the whereabouts of the missing items. His only response to that was another shrug and the slamming of the recently opened locker. He winced slightly at the sound then sighed. His friend was in another one of her moods again.

She’d always been moody, even when they first met all those years ago, he was used to it and knew exactly what kind of company he’d be having if he didn’t try to make her feel better. She would end up not talking for long periods of time and if she did it wouldn’t be anything nice. Pepa had had these fits many times, but this year, this school year to be more precise, it had become more frequent. So much so, actually, that a lot of their friends had stopped asking them both to hang out or go out or whatever it was the cool kids called it nowadays.

They had stopped asking Pepa if she wanted to go out because, well, a brooding Pepa and fun isn’t exactly a match made in heaven. And Curtis they had stopped inviting because he’d always drag along a reluctant brooding Pepa, which is much worse a thing than just a brooding Pepa.

Pepa’s moods had practically ostracized them from their group of friends and Curtis was more than okay with that. He’d put up with her cranky self because it was still Pepa. And one that was all to himself. Luckily for the boy he did know how to make his tall friend feel better. He has been, after all, with her through many a mood swings over the years, he should know how to help brighten her moods.

Curtis cleared his throat and placed his hand on the girl’s shoulder.

“Look, Guapa, I have a fucking brilliant idea,”

Of course she was skeptical and cocked a brow at him in reply.

“First, we get your shit from Spanish class, then we go to my place, yes? Get plastered out of our minds and watch some poor helpless girl get slaughtered while she screams bloody murder on my fifty-two inch flat screen.”

That did sound like a brilliant beyond brilliant idea to Pepa and one that she would usually readily agree wholeheartedly upon. Of course, she’d first pretend to think it over because you can’t seem too eager, that’s uncool. But tonight she wasn’t looking for company, at least not Curtis’ company. The only person she wanted company with was Silvia and since that obviously wasn’t going to happen; she’d rather sulk and be alone. She decided to blow off the only teenaged friend she had left.

“I have plans, Curtis.”

An expression of disbelief crossed over his mustached face before a look of hurt and rejection took over, which he had quickly tried to mask. It wasn’t masked quickly enough and Pepa saw it, immediately feeling bad for causing the look on his face. She hadn’t wanted to hurt his feelings and he was a good friend and better, a good guy. She inwardly sighed.

“But… I guess my plans can be postponed.”

They really could, her plans. She did have all weekend anyhow to get plastered by herself after all. The big smile she received from Curtis made her a little bit happier; solitude could wait for an evening.

Curtis kept smiling as they walked toward the classroom only to find that the door was locked.

“Fuck.” Pepa sighed upon realizing she wouldn’t be able to retrieve her things. But, at least the door was locked, if her stuff was still there, it wouldn’t get stolen. She hoped that the rest of Curtis’ plans would go better than this.

The movie was pretty gruesome, what with plastic surgery and gore being the main idea to the film. Well, that and opera, and Pepa was enjoying it immensely. She was having a grand time reclined on the sofa, tossing back a few tall boys while having her socked feet that she had placed in Curtis’ lap massaged. This turned out to be a hell of a lot better than sulking in her room. A hell of a lot better, but she wanted more beer and nudged Curtis with a foot to get his attention.

“What?” he responded as he dutifully worked his fingers into her beautiful feet. God, he loved it when she let him touch her, he loved touching her. It didn’t matter that it wasn’t in a sexual way… yet. A massage could always be a good leader to sex. At least, that’s what his porn collection suggested.

The lanky laid back girl replied, “Do you have any more of these?” as she shook her aluminum can at him, only hearing a tiny sloshing sound which indicated that about a drop or so of her beverage was left.

His response was a shake of the head and a shrug as he continued to knead. She groaned when he hit the right spot which made him have to hold back a groan of his own. Not to mention have him think about baseball or dead kittens or… something so that little Curtis didn’t make an embarrassing appearance.

It felt nice, what the boy was doing to her feet, but it couldn’t do for her what alcohol could.

“Well, do you have any kind of alcohol left?”

“Mouthwash,”

Pepa shivered at that. Never again would she be desperate enough to do that! They had both learned their lesson when they threw up minty shit at the age of fifteen. She couldn’t look at mouthwash, let alone use it, for a few months or so after that. She contented herself with brushing for an extra long amount of time.

She wanted more beer. Curtis had offered to get her plastered, not buzzed. She could have stayed at home in her room drinking a shit load of pilfered wine from her mother’s secret stash that mother dearest claimed was nonexistent. But, then again, it would have been a wine induced drunk which she always sorely regretted the morning after. Not to mention the argument she’d undoubtedly end up getting into with her mother. Not over the fact that Pepa was drinking, but over the fact that Pepa was drinking her shit.

Plus, she wouldn’t have been getting a delightful foot massage. But a foot massage does not a drunk Pepa make.

“I want more, Curtis.” She whimpered and pouted, which if she wasn’t buzzed she probably wouldn’t have done.

His ears heard the words and he almost choked on his own spit, taking the words completely wrong. God, if that wasn’t an invitation to move his touch further up her leg he didn’t know what was! Just about to make his way to her knee she turned and stood, stretching. Baffled, not only by her position but also because the alcohol he consumed pickled his brain a bit, he asked her where she was going and what she was doing.

“Getting my phone. Wanna get shit faced.”

Curtis sighed then put his hands back in his lap. He’d rather his hands be in Pepa’s lap, but that wasn’t going to happen now that she was up and out of her seat, ready to call someone Curtis really disliked. Disliked because Pepa loved the guy she was going to call. Okay, maybe not sexually loved; he knew this because she’d told him once when he had asked what the deal was with her and Lucas, but she had still said that she loved him. Curtis had been in her life longer, had been her friend longer than Lucas had, but Pepa never once told Curtis that she loved him. Life sucked. And it continued sucking as he tried to tune the girl out.

“Hey Lucas,” the tall brunette uttered as she walked into the hallway, away from the operatic voice of Sarah Brightman.

“Que pasa, Mujer?” he replied, somewhat distracted as he studied his face in the mirror, looking for any spots he missed while grooming himself.

“I want beer.” No need to beat around the bush, no pleasantries, no “How’s your day been, how are you?” Nope. Just straightforward and to the point of what she wanted and why she had called. That’s how all their phone conversations worked. And it worked both ways, when Lucas wanted something that Pepa would be able to provide for him, he asked as soon as the call connected.

“And why are you telling me this?” he queried casually as he continued to study his handsome face in the mirror.

“Because I want you to get it, Fucker. Why else?”

He chuckled away from the phone. Only Pepa would think to ask him, a police officer, to buy her, a minor, alcohol which was illegal and still call him a vulgar name while asking it of him. He did love her, and he normally would say yes, but he couldn’t tonight. Plus, why couldn’t she? He could hear a slight slur, very slight, on some of her words.

“Are you so drunk that you can’t go and buy it yourself?” He countered.

She sighed. “Paco found my fake I.D. and took it away.” The very fake I.D. she used to get into that bar where she first met the redhead.

” Scolded the hell out of me, too, when it happened.” She ran her fingers through her hair and sighed again when that memory resurfaced. She loved Paco with all her heart, but hated when he spoke to her with disappointment in his voice. She hated when she disappointed him.

Lucas chuckled again upon hearing that. He’d been on the other side of Paco’s scoldings once or twice. Hated them, too. He wasn’t completely fond of the guy, but did love him and therefore stood and took the verbal down-sizing from Paco and took it in stride.

“Look, Chiquita, I can’t. I have a date tonight and I’m leaving in a few to get her.” he said as he checked himself once more in the mirror to be sure he looked as great as he only seconds ago remembered then sprayed himself with his cologne.

“Ooh, a date, huh? What self-loathing bitch agreed to go out with you?” she joked. Pepa had always made fun of Lucas’ dates, but only as a way to make fun of Lucas himself. The man would usually counter with a dig at her or simply calling her a slut or something equally rude. They always did like making fun of each other and this time was no different.

But it was different.

Different because Lucas knew that Pepa had some sort of tiny crush on Silvia. He was one of only two people that knew of Pepa’s inclinations to the fairer sex, having caught her in the act with a girl that he had hit on earlier the same night. Though not knowing quite how ‘tiny’ Pepa’s crush was- he had had harmless crushes on his hot teachers while in school, too- he wanted to rub Silvia in her face. A bragging contest being another normal thing in his and the girl’s relationship.

“Well, you know this one.” He began as he pulled his shirt, one that he had painstakingly decided upon, on.

“The only person I know who’s desperate enough to go out with you is Lunch Lady Laura.” Who, indeed, did want Lucas, but unfortunately for her she was too old, too ugly and too hefty a woman for Lucas’ tastes. Her sentence was a lie though, she knew. She knew lots of girls who had crushes on Lucas, most of whom were Pepa’s own friends. He was an attractive guy after all.

The thought that it could be one of her high school friends made her a little disgusted, but who was she to judge him for dating girls that she went to school with when she wanted a teacher of the school to do the same thing with her.

Lucas smirked and pulled on his pants. He was so going to enjoy putting the annoying little girl in her place. “Silvia is anything but desperate, but I’m sure that by the end of the night, I can have her begging.” He laughed and hung up, finishing the dressing process while letting Pepa ruminate on his words.

Pepa didn’t laugh. She couldn’t find it funny. She gave it a few seconds to let the man’s words bounce around in her head, let them sink in.

Dressed to impress.

Not exactly what Silvia was going for. Honestly, she was dressed to go out, nothing more. She hadn’t wanted this date to begin with, but had agreed to it by accident and she wasn’t going to try to impress her accidental date.

She had a simple skirt and a simple shirt with simple heels and a simple purse. Her hair done the way it always was, down, curly. She didn’t want Lucas to think that she put any thought or effort into her outfit. No thought, unimpressive attire, but still good enough to be seen in public with? It wasn't entirely difficult; her daily school-wear was pretty much that.

The redhead sat on her couch in the living room of her one-bedroom apartment and sat staring at the backpack on the floor in front of her. Pepa’s backpack, she had noticed it before leaving her classroom and didn’t want to leave it there. Why she took it home she didn’t know, probably figured it’d be safer with her than at school.

God, what was she going to do about Pepa? Everything about the way she and Pepa interacted was wrong. Everything. Silvia sighed. She needed to put Pepa out of her mind for now, think of something else.

Thoughts turned quickly to her date tonight. Then another sigh slipped out of her, she needed to think of a good excuse on as to why she could cut the date short, or if she was really lucky, think of a way to cancel as soon as Lucas came to her door. Without making him think that she was a complete bitch or something.

While contemplating Lola being in the E.R. for some allergic reaction a fitting excuse her phone chirped its presence and took her out of the thoughts of having her sister’s face being ten times bigger than normal. She picked up her phone and checked the number, then rechecked it to make sure she wasn’t hallucinating.

What the hell? She thought to herself as the phone continued to ring until the voicemail picked it up. It was probably only about five seconds before the cell burst to life once more, the same number appearing once again. Silvia wasn’t hallucinating, it was real. She bit her lip and contemplated just answering it. She really wanted to, but, God, she shouldn’t. She should just let it ring or she should just turn it off. Should just…

“Hello?”

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

That wasn’t exactly what she expected to hear. Definitely not what the redhead expected at all, actually. She had, for some odd reason, thought that maybe Pepa had called to apologize for what she deemed 'The Classroom Incident' though why she thought that, she’d never really know. Like the brunette girl would ever apologize for that! That was what she wanted and for damn sure what Silvia’s own body had wanted. But Silvia was too damn confused to think about that any more. She was too damn confused to think let alone ask a question back at Pepa so what she did get out was a, “Huh?”

She was an English major, damn it! What was that?

“How could you go out with him!”

Pepa was admittedly livid. As soon as Lucas’ words penetrated her buzzed mind she freaked! She contemplated beating the shit out of Curtis’ walls but knew for sure that his parents wouldn’t appreciate that. Then she thought about throwing her phone and smashing it into a million little pieces, but thought better of that, too. Instead of becoming violent she told Curtis calmly, or what she believed was calmly, that she would be leaving and without waiting for a reply she bolted out of his house and huffed her way to her own home, about three blocks from Curtis’, smoking and cursing all the while. The cigarette and walk didn’t tranquilize her anger or help at all, hence the phone call to the redhead.

Said redhead didn’t quite care for Pepa’s tone or words. In fact, Pepa’s tone and words only served to anger her, aggravate her, piss her the fuck off! So much so that she didn't question how Pepa would know about her date. And it showed in her reply.

“Who the fuck are you to question what or who I do?”

That had come out all wrong. It made it sound like she was planning on sleeping, or had already slept, with Lucas. Even though if she was it would not be any of Pepa’s business, it still came out wrong and she felt like she needed to reword it. She did always jumble her thoughts and words when infuriated and infused with adrenaline. That’s why she hated verbally sparring with someone. That someone being the tall brunette only seemed to make matters worse.

Silvia’s rebuttal had butted Pepa’s common sense right out the window and replaced it with a burning fury. And that is why what had flown out of Pepa’s mouth was what it was.

“God, you’re nothing but a whore!”

Well, that made her want to throttle her student. That made Silvia Castro want to lash out at Pepa Miranda. She had had some disrespectful things said to her before, but that, that was over the line for her. Without thinking she hung up her phone then turned it off. Grabbing some of Pepa’s belongings, the one’s the brunette had left in her classroom earlier that day, she went through it, looking for something that had the girl’s address on it.

Finding what she was searching for in a wallet inside the backpack, she dropped the crap back to the ground, grabbed her keys and headed for her door. Opening it she found Lucas already there, preparing to knock.

She stared at him for a few seconds, muttered a crappy apology, then said, “Family emergency,” before brushing past the stunned man who had a bouquet of flowers in his grip.

Speeding down roads at twenty miles per hour over the speed limit, fueled by rage and indignation at Pepa’s rant, gave Silvia absolutely no time to think about her actions. She reached the girl’s home in under five minutes and it wasn’t until she had arrived in the driveway that she suddenly thought what she was doing was probably insane.

What the hell had she been thinking? Driving like a bat out of hell to her student’s home, not knowing if said student was even home or not, to do what exactly? Scream at her? Tell her that what she said was rude? Actually do what she thought when she first heard Pepa call her a whore and throttle her? That all sounded a little… crazy.

The redhead sat and tapped her fingers against her steering wheel, thinking. She was already at the brunette’s home and Pepa needed to know that what she had said was not okay.

She sighed. This was crazy.

And yet, she stepped out of her car anyway, shut her door and walked up to house before ringing the bell.

It was a pretty comical sight when Pepa opened the door and saw the woman she had just yelled at on the other side of it. The brunette obviously wasn’t expecting that and it showed in her facial features, her eyebrows raised to her hairline, her eyes wide and jaw somewhat dropped. She tried to cover up her surprise and replace it with complacency.

“What the hell do you want?” the girl asked before walking away from the entryway.

Silvia took that as a sign to come in, whether it was an invitation or not, and stepped inside the house before shutting the door behind her. Being inside her student’s home was… awkward. It was a rather large house and felt quite empty, which prompted her next question instead of an answer to the girl’s question.

“Is it just you in this huge place?”

Pepa merely nodded while eying Silvia suspiciously.

“My mom’s gone. Dunno when she’s coming home, don’t quite give a fuck. Now, what the hell do you want?”

The nasty glare the taller of the two was sending towards Silvia was enough to bring back some of the fire that had fueled her to this place. To yell at Pepa.

“I came to ask you what the hell your problem is, Pepa.”

“Besides the fact that you’re a whore, I have no problem.” The student responded plainly.

“Fuck you.” Witty. Oh god, she could feel the adrenaline start to pump through her again. This wasn’t going to be very pretty.

Pepa scoffed, “Why, Lucas not enough for you?”

“God, you know what your problem is, Pepa?”

“Yeah, that you’re a whore.”

“Stop fucking calling me that, damn it!” there was a vein on the side of Silvia’s head that had started to pulse, her face turning red. The brunette was pushing her buttons, Silvia felt like she was going to explode.

Pepa was becoming obnoxious and doing it on purpose, getting the redhead up in arms was kind of thrilling for her. Hence her completely mature response of: “Whore, whore, whore, whore, whore, whore, whore.” with each word she would get inches closer to the redhead.

The sound of skin hitting skin reverberated throughout the lanky girl’s living room, the one who initiated the hit stood for a split second, stunned by her actions. That split second ended and she who slapped was stunned for a completely different reason; her hands slammed against the door and trapped above her head.

Pepa was unsure what to do at that moment. She was pissed beyond sensible reason at the redhead she had pinned up against the entryway for almost everything Silvia had done, the not talking to her for weeks, the ignoring, the challenging her in class, dating Lucas, coming over to her house looking hot as hell like always… then Silvia slapped her. The slap pushed what little control Pepa had of her temper, and they ended up with the redhead trapped.

And with the redhead trapped all Pepa wanted to do was kiss her. Kiss the one who angered and confused her.

So she did.

It wasn’t gentle, the kiss. It wasn’t loving, not from her heart, nor from her soul. The kiss was animalistic, rough, all-consuming and devouring and it was returned to her in the same fashion until the need for air separated them.

At the time of the kiss, somehow, neither of them knew, Pepa’s body had moved flush against Silvia’s. If the teacher had thought that she could get away she was sorely mistaken. But, determined, she tried anyway with a bit of squirming and use of her words.

“Get off me, Pepa! Let me go.” she said breathless and had meant it. She needed Pepa to release her before she did anything stupid… well, stupider; like lose her mind in the haze of lust that her body was already in. The animalistic and rough and all-consuming and devouring kiss spiked her libido, sent her body temperature soaring to an all time high.

Pepa, much in the same boat as far as body temperature and libido as Silvia, could not, would not, did not want to, move or listen. She placed her forehead against the redhead’s, (too sensuous an act under the circumstances, one would assume), and let out a shaky breath before speaking.

“Are you gonna smack me again?”

The tickling feeling on Silvia’s lips from Pepa’s near breaths caused the teacher to close her eyes, it tingled; it felt good. She couldn’t let it feel good. She was supposed to be angry. She was supposed to be the adult. It felt too good, but she was still supposed to be angry.

“Are you gonna call me a whore again?” she tried to make it as seething as she possibly could, but it didn’t quite have that effect. It actually sounded more like an affectionate whisper.

The brunette was going to reply with a steady no. Why would she do that? She hadn’t meant to on the phone, but she just says idiotic things sometimes, even more so when she’s infuriated. And when she’s infuriated she tends to want others, especially the one who got her so upset in the first place, to be in the same state as she is. Hence the very mature whore calling she had done just minutes ago. And she was going to explain that to Silvia.

But when the redhead opened her eyes Pepa could see just how much Silvia wanted her, desired her, at that very moment. She saw the need in the chocolate orbs so close to her. She felt the want directed toward her from the shaking body trapped between hers and the door. So instead of a steady no, she responded mischievously.

“Only if you ask me to.”

The answer was unexpected. Unexpected yet readily accepted by the older woman, who at that point was already far passed aroused to care who she was lusting after, and she made a move quickly forward capturing the brunette’s lips in a searing embrace. She sucked on Pepa’s bottom lip before forcing her tongue inside, allowing herself to taste what she had denied but craved for the past few months.

Pepa allowed the dominance of her mouth, enjoying the expertise of Silvia’s tongue for long, wondrous minutes, before taking back the reins. She gripped both wrists with one hand, the other flew into auburn hair, grasped before pulling away from the very warm mouth. She heard a whimper escape from the smaller woman and grinned.

The brunette's hand moved from red locks to travel downwards, whispering touches against available fair skin. Silvia's neck the first to feel the gentle act, back upward to her ear, then back down again. Wandering fingers touched a collar bone, sliding lower to the button of the redhead's blouse.

Undoing the smaller woman's shirt from top to bottom, Pepa kissed Silvia once more. This kiss, this kiss was gentle and, had she taken the time to ponder it, was also loving. Before pulling back, the brunette lightly pecked the teacher's lips and smoothed her hand across a recently exposed smooth abdomen, eliciting a tiny little moan.

“I'm going to let go,” Pepa looked up quickly to where Silvia's wrists were still trapped, “Promise not to smack me?”

A little smirk appeared on the teacher's face, “Only if you ask me to.”

A small, almost inaudible, growl escaped the brunette's throat and she released the captured hands, capturing instead ruby soft lips with her own lips in exchange and wrapping both arms around her lover's waist, pulling her toward her room.

Silvia, if she wasn't in such an aroused state and her brain wasn't shrouded by the want of sexual release, would have said and meant to say no. But her mouth was covered and her legs were powerless to do anything but head in the direction its body wanted to go.

In the short journey from the living room door to the bedroom that was located behind the third door on the right of the upper level of the home exactly two shirts, two bras and one high-heeled shoe had been carelessly discarded. The frenetic pace only picked up once the back of Silvia's knees bumped into Pepa's mattress and soon another high-heeled shoe and a belt joined the trail of clothes.

Pepa's mouth was on Silvia's neck, sucking, biting, tasting. Her hands worked to relinquish the redhead's hips of her skirt. Silvia's hands weren't idle during this, nope, Silvia's hands had already trailed a path across the small of the brunette's back, up to her shoulders, then around to cup and fondle and massage a pair of very willing breasts.

Pinches to those willing breasts' perky nipples caused a delicious moan. A tweak caused a groan. A light tug caused a growl. Kneading and it was back to a moan. Those varying sounds drove the redhead crazy and she worked hard to keep them coming.

Pepa, what with the pinching and the tweaking and the tugging and the kneading all sending signals to her clit, was more than ready. She broke away from Silvia, pushing her to the bed none too gently and stripped the rest of her own clothes off.

Silvia watched hungrily, biting her lower lip as Pepa stood before her in all her naked glory. She was sexier than the Spanish teacher had ever imagined... before she had scolded herself for imagining her Spanish student in such a state of undress of course. She wanted Pepa on top of her, touching her, caressing her, fucking her, and she didn't have to wait long for the first three to come to fruition.

Above Silvia the brunette devoured soft and fair skin. Again biting and sucking and tasting, except this time on Silvia's erect nipples instead of her neck.

The noises that flew out of the writhing person beneath Pepa and the wetness the brunette had felt through Silvia's drenched panties heightened her want to devour all of Silvia into a devouring need. She licked her way up along a collarbone, to a throat, over lips and to an ear, her hands quickly taking over where her mouth had formally been. She nibbled an earlobe before whispering words that made Silvia squirm even more.

“I'm going to make you cum,” this was said and punctuated with a nibble to a willing ear. “the way I wanted to make you cum in the bar,” Another nibble and a nip, “and every minute afterward.” A pinched nipple earned a loud moan, “My face buried between your legs,” a lick, “my tongue deep inside you,” a pinch and a growl, “'til you can't take anymore,” a kiss to lips, “and all your sweet juices flow into my mouth.”

With each spoken word Silvia felt her inner thighs getting wetter. Her moans had gotten louder. Her body arched higher to feel more of the taller woman. Her hands were on Pepa's shoulders as soon as Pepa had stopped speaking, pushing the girl, urging the girl to do exactly as she said she would.

“God, then do it.” was said breathlessly which made Pepa smirk before she accommodated Silvia's guiding hands.

The brunette licked her way down, stopping every so often to nibble at a certain body part or two. Her hands kept up their groping ways as she reached her destination. She practically tore the last piece of clothing between the two of them off from the redhead before positioning herself, ready to begin.

Pepa ran her hands up and down creamy thighs, her mouth so close to Silvia's sex that the redhead could feel each labored breath that escaped the brunette's lips. And the brunette stayed in the position momentarily, inhaling, reveling, before hooking her arms up and under the redhead's thighs, spreading Silvia open to her.

Pepa glanced up to meet Silvia's eyes while she blew hot air across her lover's warmth. Silvia couldn't take it, she wanted to, nay, needed to cum and she wanted to do so in Pepa's mouth. In desperation she moved her hands from her student's shoulders to the back of Pepa's head, trying to bring lips and teeth and tongue to her ready and waiting sex.

The student, unable to resist tasting what her teacher had to offer, followed the gesture and dove right in. She licked first bottom to top, bottom to top, flicking Silvia's clit before taking it into her mouth and sucking. More flicking with suckling along with talented fingers pinching erect nipples had Silvia fall over far too fast for either of them to be finished.

Pepa didn't give Silvia more than a second to recover from the too quick of an orgasm before she slammed her tongue as deep inside of the redhead as she possibly could. The act of which earned her a cry to god and a hand clenched tightly in her hair. The cry and the grip only made Pepa work harder, her muscle thrusting in and out, in and out, in and a little twirl then out again, a rhythm that Silvia's hips had picked up on.

“Oh... fuck! Pe-Oh fuck! Fuck yeah!”

Silvia's grip in raven hair tightened, her screams of profanity had started to get replaced by unintelligible mumbles or squeaks. Her legs began to quiver, her back arched off the bed, her body stiffened, her mouth dropped open. Her entire form trembled as she held the brunette in place while her orgasm crashed through her in waves, waves that flowed through her cunt and into Pepa's attached mouth. A strip of white light lit behind her eyelids as her body fell back to the mattress, disoriented and in need of deep, long breaths.

Pepa allowed the breather before she started to pick up again. Silvia tried to stop her, she didn't know if she could handle anymore, but Pepa was hungry and she consumed the redhead until she begged for more. Begs for more soon turned to pleas to stop,

“Too much.” was all Silvia was able to choke out before Pepa finally relented.

The teacher lay limp on the bed and the student took that as a cue to come up, her breasts tickling Silvia's still quivering form on her ascent. She licked the redhead's parted lips and smiled.

“You taste too fucking good.” She licked again, “I never want to stop.”

The redhead, still trying to get her mind to start working, pulled the younger girl down for a searing kiss, tasting her own essence mixed with Pepa's lips. Her entire being still shaking, her hands tangled in strands of raven, delighted with the feel of the younger woman's weight on top of her.

“Jesus, Pepa.” she whispered as their lips separated, barely two centimeters away from the others.

The brunette liked that response, she liked it very much and smiled a small smile before burying her face in the crook of Silvia's neck, inhaling and placing a light kiss there. God she wanted this, she had wanted this the night at the bar, but was too ashamed after their shy little glances that they had given each other after exiting the bar bathroom stall. And she wanted it even more once she had gotten to know Silvia better, and she finally got it. It was heavenly.

Silvia glided her hands up and down Pepa's back. She loved the feeling of the brunette's slicked skin under her palms, their naked breasts and stomachs pressed against each other, the moist air Pepa expelled across her neck and chin and ear and lips. She had wanted this, too. The first time, in the stall, she had wanted to ask Pepa to come back to her place, to continue what they had started, to reciprocate and touch and taste and feel the girl she had just met at the bar. But she couldn't evern look the brunette in the eye, then.

But now she was feeling what she had craved then, had wanted then, and if she were to be truthful, what she had wanted to feel since then. Pepa was making her entire body shiver with the small breaths and just the feel of how soft yet firm Pepa's body was was divine. She loved it all and didn't want any of it to cease.

But it must. She thought to herself now that her brain, unmuddled by her release, was functioning properly. She didn't want it to stop, but she knew she needed it to. She was in the bed of one of her Spanish students, underneath that Spanish student, both naked. How wrong was it that she was even in that position!

Morally it's wrong, she knew, but physically? Physically it felt so right, so damn right! She was fucking confused, she needed to leave.

Pepa, knowing what Silvia was thinking simply because the woman underneath her body stiffened, passionately kissed the redhead to try and derail the track the older woman's mind was clearly on.

It worked.

Silvia kissed her back. She even moaned softly into the kiss, her mind muddled again by Pepa's tongue. The amazing tongue that made her recount what that tongue had just done to her and she was lost again. Her thoughts no longer on how wrong the situation was, nor was it adamant about leaving the brunette. Her mind was, however, wondering how wonderful it would feel to be inside of the person above her; how wonderful it would be to bring that same person to orgasm.

How easily the redhead gets distracted by the brunette's tongue.

The easily distracted redhead flipped their positions, the brunette's back on the bed, the redhead above, their lips never disconnecting from the other. One of Silvia's hands planted itself on one side of Pepa's head, supporting some of her weight, while the other slid down the younger woman's body, loving every inch of velvety soft skin on its journey to the center of Pepa.

As her hand descended to its destination, the teenager's hands ascended the smaller woman's back, to her neck and finally into her hair where they gripped lightly, tightening when Silvia's fingers glided through wetness.

They both let out a languid moan; one from the feel of delicate fingers and the other from the abundance of arousal that coated her fingers.

“God, you're so wet.” was whispered into the brunette's ear as the redhead ran her pointer up and down swollen lips.

Pepa removed a hand from auburn locks to grasp at her teacher's forearm, sliding to her wrist. “Because of you.” she panted, “You turn me on so fucking much, Princesa” she husked as she guided Silvia into her. Another moan in unison from the two lovers, this time their reason was the same as the other; they both couldn't believe how incredible it felt.

Two fingers pumped in and out, slowly at first, enjoying the warmth of the surrounding walls clenching around them. A little faster pace began as the brunette's hips moved to heighten her own pleasure. Silvia lowered her body closer to Pepa's and rested her weight on her forearm as she kissed and sucked and licked along an available neck or ear or chin or lips, whatever bit of the girl she could get her mouth on.

“Faster, God Baby, faster.” Pepa nearly plead, bucking against Silvia's hand.

The redhead could do nothing but oblige, quickening her hand and using her hips to push harder into the brunette who let out a loud cry of the teacher's name. The student wrapped her long legs around Silvia as Silvia fucked her, deeper and deeper into Pepa's heat, curling her fingers to hit exactly where Pepa needed.

“Yes! Fuck, just like that...mmm, just like that.” the brunette groaned out loud as she clenched on to Silvia's bare and sweating back with her left hand and the back of Silvia's head with her right. Her legs clung tighter to the redhead's waist with every talented thrust into her and she cried to the heaven's when a thumb joined the rhythmic dance, a thumb placed perfectly on her clit.

Watching the woman beneath her, Silvia couldn't help but notice how beautiful she was. The way she moved with her, the way her face contorted when Silvia hit the right spot. The way she moaned and groaned and squeaked just so. The way her chest rose and fell with every quick breath she took. It was all so... not just beautiful but completely erotic, as well. It was almost enough to push Silvia over again.

“I'm gonna cum, Princesa.” Pepa announced and Silvia, not wanting to miss the look of euphoria cross the brunette's face, stopped kissing and licking and her biting to watch Pepa fall over her precipice.

“Cum, Pepa, cum for me.”

And she did. Back arching off the bed, toes curling, fists clenching at the redhead, mouth open, eyes shut tightly, and an expression of complete rapture crossing her face. It was glorious and enough for Silvia, too.

Silvia had never had that happen to her before. Gotten off with a visual and no stimulation to her sex. Not ever. She was amazed and a bit embarrassed, but too sated to care about her embarrassment.

It was minutes later that Pepa had stopped trembling and became focused enough to let out a sentence of some sort.

“That was fucking amazing.” she blinked open her eyes and caught Silvia's eyes on her. She brought the smaller woman in for a long and searing kiss which was returned in kind. A little nibble here, a slight sucking there and a touch of tongue reigniting the previously dwindling fire between them before Pepa pulled back and buried her face in Silvia's neck.

Between a playful nip and caressing hands Pepa uttered, “God, I've been dying for you to fuck me like that, Silvia.”

That utterance stopped the redhead cold. For some reason it, whether the wording or the sentence in general, smacked some sort of sense into her happily clouded brain that was none too happy after the smack. She fucked Pepa. She fucked her student. She fucked up.

If she were to be honest with herself she had fucked up royally before this. She fucked up when she was baited into sparring with Pepa in her classroom. She fucked up when she left to take a walk in the park with Pepa. She fucked up when she let Pepa ice her cheek in the gym. She fucked up when she drove like a bat out of hell to get to the brunette's residence. She fucked up by doing all of those seemingly innocent things when she knew, she fucking knew, that she was attracted to the gorgeous girl. All those seemingly innocent acts had led up to one gigantic fuck up. This night was a fuck up that wasn't so innocent.

Faster than either of them thought possible Silvia was up, practically tossing Pepa off of her, and frantically looking for her clothes, mumbling obscenities and cursing her stupidity.

Pepa, momentarily stunned by the reaction her words caused in the redhead, sat back in her bed and stared as Silvia threw her blouse on, buttoning it, wrong of course, in haste. When she at least got her mouth to work she called out to the determined to get dressed woman. And when that didn't work she asked what was wrong.

“What's wrong?” the teacher asked in disbelief. How the hell could Pepa think that any of this was right? “Everything, Pepa! Every-fucking-thing! You, baiting me over here, was wrong!” she nearly screamed and picked her skirt up off the floor. “Me letting you kiss me was wrong. You kissing me was wrong! You-”

The brunette, realizing the defensive stance and defensive and accusing tone, interrupted Silvia's little rant.

“You're blaming this on me?” she said as she stood in front of the older and supposedly more responsible woman. “Correct me if I'm wrong, but didn't you choose to come over here?” she poked Silvia in the chest. “Didn't you kiss me back?” She crossed her arms and tried to mentally prepare herself for an explosive comeback.

But she didn't need to prepare because Silvia agreed with her. Of course she too was at fault. Silvia could only agree and whisper weakly, “Yes.” before backing up and away from Pepa as she slipped into her skirt.

“I won't let this happen again. This can and never will happen again.” she stated resolutely and walked to the door. “Ever.”

Pepa, unwilling and unconvinced, walked up right behind the redhead.

“Ever?” she whispered into an available ear and felt the shiver that act produced.

Silvia half turned before she placed her hand on the doorknob, “Never again.”

The taller woman's hands flew to the waist of the smaller of the two, successfully stopping the woman from leaving. She slipped one hand under the recently put on skirt and said, “I call bullshit.”

“Well, you're sadly mistaken, then.” was the breathless reply.

Pepa's traveling hand trailed up to cup a drenched and still naked mound, “Am I?” she whispered before licking a convenient ear. “How many times did you cum in my mouth, Princesa?” she glided her index finger through swollen lips. “How many, hmm?” she asked as she slipped that index finger into Silvia. “And still your pussy begs for my touch.” Pepa nibbled the same convenient ear then chuckled, “You claim 'Never again,” but your body is already crying, 'Right now.'”

The brunette withdrew her hands from the redhead's body and sucked on her coated fingers.

“I call bullshit.”

While Pepa's fingers ran up and down Silvia's slit teasingly, Silvia was caught up in the sensations and could only swallow and agree with what the brunette was saying. But with distracting as hell fingers away from her she got her mind right and opened the door.

“I mean it, Pepa. Never again.”

And that was what had made them both sit, one in her car and the other in her bed.

Once in her car, the redhead couldn't move. She wouldn't move. She just... sat there. Sat there in the dark of the night in the driver's seat of her little black car, fingers wrapped tightly around the steering wheel. She sighed.

“What the fuck did I just do?” was voiced in a whispering tone.

The thing that bothered Silvia more than what she just did, though, was what she still wanted to do. She could still smell Pepa on her fingers that were tightly wrapped around her steering wheel. And it was that smell that drove her closer to what she wanted to do.

She wanted to go back inside the house of the driveway she and her car were sitting in. She wanted to head back inside and repeat what she had been scolding herself for for over the past fifteen minutes. She wanted Pepa again. She wanted to fuck Pepa again. She wanted to be fucked by Pepa again.

And much like the redhead, the brunette sat thinking, though she wasn't in a little black car but in her bed, back against the headboard, fingers running through her hair. She wanted Silvia to forget about what she had told her when she walked out of the room. She wanted Silvia to come back. She wanted her. She wanted Silvia again. She wanted to fuck Silvia again. She wanted, god how she wanted, to be fucked by Silvia again.

Never again. Was repeating in both of their minds.