Extra Credit - Leticia - Sex Stories

Extra Credit - Leticia

******THIS IS PART TWO OF SERIES******* I was laying on my bed relaxing, half way between dozing and resting, my mind in a daze after jacking off. I had copied the flash drive to my desktop, laptop and even my tablet. It had been about three weeks since my encounter with Brianna, and I had watched the sadly not HD video from my wall camera about 40 times. It was amazing how fast the memory of that afternoon would flood my mind, where it was oh so vivid. These days I would often relive the experience but with what ever outfit Brianna had worn most recently. She was damn good at acting like nothing happened, except for the smile she would flash me or the wink she would send me as she walked by my desk. Granted her attendance was down to about two days a week, but if anyone ever checked, her attendance in my class would look damn near perfect. Yep I took the bait and yep, I was fudging the numbers for her, I wanted the Christmas present she offered, though I didn't know what she had in mind. I wanted to ask her to attend class more, but that was only because I wanted to see her more. She was hands down the most attractive woman I had ever been with and by far the most intense sexual experience of my somewhat pathetic life. Those breasts! Those trim, but muscular legs, those hips, and that angelic face. God I wanted her so bad! She was just so luscious; that chocolate milk skin, that jet black purple streaked hair, her sexy hood rat style make up. Suffice it to say, I spent ...

... more time than necessary trolling for message boards and websites featuring young ghetto latina pictures. I would run through those looking for a face somewhat similar to Brianna. Then I would start the video, my eyes bouncing from a facial picture to my video until I was rock hard. Then I would lie back, imagine Brianna in the most recent outfit, makeup and hairstyle I had scene and experience that magical afternoon all over again in my mind. I don't mind telling you, every orgasm I masturbated to thinking of her beat every orgasm I had in my life, save the very first one ever, and of course, my actual orgasm with her. We had just entered the second week of December and I couldn't help but be excited as I knew we were not long from Christmas break and the anticipation of my next encounter with Brianna weighed heavily on my mind. The late season sun was peaking through my blinds as the sun was setting. The clock read 7:30 on this Sunday night. Tomorrow was Monday, and boy did I look forward to Mondays. Monday was the day Brianna was most likely to show up. I was not disappointed as she strolled in before the bell for second period. She looked amazing, as always. She have her hair pulled back in a long braid, save some strands left free to drape the sides of her face. She had done purple eye shadow with glitter today and a dark colored lipstick, which I didn't care for, but couldn't help imagining a ring of it on my cock. I was going to push for a blowjob no matter what the next ...