Stacie was surprised at how easy Miss Cho was to talk to – she wouldn’t have thought she’d have anything in common with a Latin teacher. She’d always figured people who went into Latin were stuck in the past, while she always looked to the future – she hoped to be a research chemist one day (after captaining the US women’s volleyball team to an Olympic gold medal or two – Stacie had never lacked for optimism). She got so engrossed in the conversation that she didn’t even realize they’d reached her house until Miss Cho stopped the car. “Thanks again for the ride,” she said. As she turned to grab her bag from the back seat she winced in pain.
“What’s wrong?” asked Miss Cho.
“A little stiff from practice is all,” replied Stacie. “Between the weight training and regular drills I guess it took more out of me than I thought.”
“Running around in that wet shirt can’t be helping either,” added the Latin teacher, looking at the way Stacie’s nipples poked through the thin translucent fabric of her sister’s t-shirt. “I can tell from here you’re freezing, and after a workout that’ll play hell with your muscles. You’re gonna be miserable in the morning.” Miss Cho nodded firmly, as if she’d just settled some sort of internal argument. “Let’s go inside and get you out of those wet clothes, then I’m going to fix you up.” She stepped out of the car and hurried to the front door. “Come on, you’re not getting any warmer that way.” Stacie scrambled to follow the older woman and fumbled with her keys as the Latin teacher stood with her arms crossed, waiting impatiently. Finally she got the door unlocked and they hurried inside.
Miss Cho instructed Stacie to towel off and get out of those wet clothes immediately. “What are you gonna do?” Stacie asked a bit nervously.
“Give you a massage, of course,” replied the teacher. “I did this all the time for my teammates when I played volleyball in college.”
“You played volleyball?” Stacie gaped. Of course now that she thought about it it made sense. At 5’10” Miss Cho defied the stereotype of Asian women as tiny, and she had the athletic build of a first-rate spiker.
“All-American my Junior and Senior years,” Miss Cho replied. “Now, let’s find some place for you to stretch out so I can loosen up those muscles.” And so Stacie found herself stripped down to her panties, lying prone on her bed as the Latin teacher straddled her, strong hands working the knots out of Stacie’s back and shoulders. Soon Stacie was groaning in pleasure as the tension melted away. Miss Cho’s hands worked lower and lower…
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