Passion desire Lust

“Welcome, Natasha. You must be Vanessa? I’m John Morris, the math teacher. Have a seat.”

Vanessa followed Natasha and sat down right behind her. During the class, she took notes and smiled as she could follow along with the teacher without any problems. Sometimes she would catch Natasha sending messages from her phone and smile or giggle as the answer came back. At one moment she caught a glimpse of the screen the blonde was holding under the table and Vanessa quickly looked away as she realized it was a girl lying naked on a bed. She had only seen her for a split second but that was enough for her to go beet red in the face.

“Are you okay, Vanessa?” called the teacher.

“Yeah, just fine, thank you.”

“You look feverish, are you sure?”

“Yep, no problem.”

John Morris went on to explain a few more calculations before the bell rang and the students moved on to the next class. Vanessa followed Natasha in silence as she kept on typing on her phone. Was she watching porn? Vanessa wondered who knew about it but had never seen it.

By lunchtime Vanessa’s mind couldn’t take any more English and she dragged her feet as Natasha hurried off to the cafeteria for lunch. There they took a tray each and piled on food as they shuffled along the line of other students. After paying Natasha looked around and spotted a girl sitting by herself by the window and went over to her.

“Hey, slut. How were your morning classes?” asked Natasha.

“Fine, whore, and yours?”

Vanessa knew what the words meant, and she was sure a fight would break out since no one should make such horrible accusations, but the two girls just laughed.

“Oh, Jenny, this is Vanessa, she is new and from Belize. Be nice to her.”

Vanessa shook Jenny’s hand which was warm and very soft. When she stood up Vanessa noted that her skirt was so short, she could see an inch of her ass cheeks when she bent over to pick up her bag.

“Later, bitches’, I’m off to see Mrs. Hardy about that extra credit.”

Natasha waved her goodbye and when she was gone Vanessa leaned closer. “Do you always talk to each other like that?”

“Yeah, don’t you with your friends back home?”

“Never, we use our names and not those nasty words.”

Natasha laughed. “Don’t worry about it, it’s just playing and for laughs, we don’t mean it. I guess it’s a part of the culture. You will get used to it. Now tell me, do you have a hot boyfriend back home? I hear those Latin guys can both dance and fuck.”

Vanessa blushed and pushed her plate away. “Sure, they can dance, but the other I don’t know anything about and no, I don’t have a boyfriend. My parents are quite strict.”

“Holy shit, you mean you are a real virgin?”

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“That’s so cute. Don’t worry, by the time school ends for the year we will have taken care of that.”

Vanessa collected her things and got up. “Thanks, but I will marry a man and I will be a virgin until that day.”

Natasha also got up and they walked to the bins to get rid of their trays. “You can’t be serious. You are going to hold out for a man you might marry at some point in the future and that might not be good in bed. That’s just crazy.”

Vanessa held her head high. “It’s important to me and my family.”

“Whatever.” That night after dinner Vanessa lay in her bed taking stock on her first day at school. Natasha was nice and so seemed Jenny but they were very different from Vanessa. Not only the way they had spoken to each other but Natasha’s outlook on sex was just not what Vanessa thought or believed in. She had only kissed one boy and that was Carlos on her 15th birthday after their dance. It was a peck on the lips, nothing else. Then her mind drifted to Jenny’s skirt and the short halter top she wore without a bra. Why did she do that? It was to catch the attention of the boys but to what point, for them to ogle her and make catcalls? Then there was Natasha who swooped in as a Valkyrie and made the rooms quiet as she entered. Her mannerism was as if she owned the space she was in and everything else was unimportant, she was the center of attention. Vanessa took a few minutes to realize what it was. Natasha’s sexuality was so natural, so perfect. She didn’t have to dress like Jenny for it to shine through, it just did.

Vanessa turned over on her side and closed her eyes. Having sex before marriage, never. That was just not something a good Catholic girl did in Belize.