~~Just a quick note, anything said from this point on his not meant to harm any Spanish speaking people. It is there for humor and is harmlessly said. If it offends you. . .sorry.~~

School was depressing enough but with a tentacle baby growing inside of her, Serena was even more depressed. Word had spread around the school that Serena was growing fat because of her little bulging tummy but none of the cheerleaders would understand what it was like carrying around a baby (. . .or. . .wait. . . ^.^;; )

Spanish class was a boring class in itself with its gorgeous Mexican teacher who was not at all Spanish looking at all. He claimed to have been born in Spain and yet he was blond haired, blue eyed and did not contain any slurred language. Everyone thought he lied like that just to keep his job which was fair enough because he was better to look at than the other old Spanish teachers.

He tried to impress the class by speaking fast in Spanish and loved to see the blank stares he would get. He also spent a week showing the students how Mexican and Spaniards were different and Spaniards were much better off. Even a test was handed out on this.

Serena held one opinion about this; it was simply a good example of how Spanish people were going to take over the United States. They were already in and taking over every one's minds with the Spanish language. She figured though she would at least live three years if that happened because she had taken three years of Spanish.

"Alright amigos, adios!" The teacher despedirse or to say goodbye.

Serena gathered her things up and leaned over to get a book off of the floor stretching her body and supporting herself with the chair. What she didn't realize was that her teacher now caught a glimpse of her pink underwear from under her blue pleated skirt. He smiled contently as she leaned further over.

"Damn you. . .idiotic book." Serena groaned reaching further seeing no point in going around the desk to pick it up.

"Can I help you Senorita?" The teacher asked coming up from behind her.

"Not unless you are elastic."

The teacher smiled to himself, "I think I can help." He then proceeded to put his pelvis right on her exposed behind and lay himself on her back reaching. . .but not for the book.

"Mr. Gonzales!" Serena cried in disbelief.

"Oh Serena every other girl in this school thinks I am hot, I know you don't mind this. Besides my real last name is Fidel and my name isn't Paco."

Serena scuffed, "I figured and so did everyone else."

"I watched you many hours chewing on your pencil during tests, flipping you hair during notes. . .oh Serena you drive me crazy and I am only 23." Mr. Fidel exposed leaning harder onto her back.

"Mr. Fidel this can be considered very wrong. . .but I do love how you run your fingers through your hair and laugh. . ." Serena admitted.

Visions of Darrien seemed to fade instantly as Serena ran back over things in her mind. She had only loved to talk about Mr. "Gonzales" every single day, how much of a man he was. Maybe this one man was the one for her.

"I thought it was just an infatuation but I started dreaming about you, staring at you. I can't stop thinking about you. I am ready to put my job on the line for you." Mr. Fidel admitted twisting Serena so she leaned back into his arms.

Serena looked into his blue eyes and smiled blushing profusely. "Oh Mr. Fidel."

"Hush darling. . .I just want to hold you." He whispered holding her close letting his hand slowly move down her back to her butt pretending to fix her blue pleated skirt.

Serena giggled loving the attention, finally someone seemed to love her passionately.

Mr. Fidel didn't stop there, he proceeded to kiss her neck softly letting his lips slowly detach themselves to create more of a sensation. His thumb poked into the side of her breast wandering somewhere along her bra line.

Serena was in such a rush of passion she lifted her blue pleated skirt on one side and wrapped her leg around the back of his leg and jutted out her chest for him to observe. Just as their lips touched for the very first kiss Serena remembered the tentacle baby as it started to twist in her stomach.

Serena pushed away from the teacher and replied, "I can't. . .do this. Not now."

"Sure you can Serena, I will write you a pass to your next class and no one will ever know."

"No you don't understand, maybe I will explain it to you one day." Serena promised looking into his eyes.

"I know you innocent and pure Serena but that isn't going to last forever, might as well get it done now on a desk rather than in a bed with some guy who will forget your name the next morning."

Serena blushed, "Ok, I will tell you tomorrow what it is and then we'll see if you still think that way."

Mr. Fidel put his hands in his pockets and watched Serena go, her blue skirt swooshed back and forth as her long slender legs strode her away.

~

The next day Serena went back to her Spanish classroom a little frightened of what Mr. Fidel would think. She had the mindset though that he loved her enough to not care about the tentacle baby and love her anyways.

Her shaky hand opened the brown door carefully as she peered inside only to find Mr. Fidel half naked sitting on top of his desk with his back turned to her. He stopped his howling moan and looked at Serena with huge eyes of guilt.

"Mr. Fidel. . .what are you doing?"

"I uh. . ."

"Starting with out me I see." Serena grinned but heard a loud crash from behind the desk. "What in the world."

"Sorry knocked over some books. Could you shut the door please?" Mr. Fidel seemed in a rut, he was frantically moving his arms behind the desk but kept his back and face steady to seem like he was doing nothing.

"I just wanted to tell you something Mr. Fidel." Serena started sitting down in one of the desk figuring he might want to dress. "Could you at least come over here and talk?"

"I can't. . .at the moment but maybe come back in an hour!" At this there was another loud crash and a all naked girl stood up from the desk.

"An hour! Starting with out me! You bastard!" She slapped him with her sweaty palm and threw on her clothing making little snotty sounds as she walked out fixing her hair.

"Who. . .was that?" Serena asked angrily.

"A friend. . . " Mr. Fidel smiled innocently.

"Oh yeah my friends and I get naked together all the time! What the hell is going on here?" Serena demanded.

"Ok so it's not what it looks."

"I think it is exactly what it looks like! I swear your worse than the ten. . ." Serena stopped suddenly and had a brilliant plan flash through her head.

"Than the what?"

"Never mind, I forgive you. . .now come over here and let me finish you off hottie."