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arms around me and I laugh at her size. She knees me in the butt and we both start to laugh at the situation. I shoulda shared the joint with her to loosen her up.
    “You’re gonna bend your knees fast and twist out of it. He’s not expecting you to go down, so his grip is centered on you breaking free from the front.” I show her a couple of times. “Get it? Now you try.”
    Belén slips around front and her ass brushes my groin. I fight with everything inside me to ignore it and move on. She slips through my arms easily the next couple of rounds. I’m letting her win, because it’s all I can do to keep my dick from getting hard.
    “It’s hot in here,” Belén says, brushing a stray bit of hair from her cheek.
    “Yeah,” I say, looking at her flushed face and thinking about how pretty she is.
    I teach her the same surprise technique to roll your arms in and under when someone grabs both of your forearms. She gets that one quick and giggles at her own ability. I smile as I watch her confidence rise.
    “How’s it going in here?” Tía Betty asks, coming in to observe.
    “Belén’s a natural. They gonna be sorry they ever laid hands on her.”
    “God forbid!” Betty says. “Well, she’s got a great teacher.” My aunt nods her head, looking at me affectionately. Her compliment makes me feel good, like I’m useful to them. Belén’s a goddamned natural at everything. Sometimes I feel like a loser in comparison.
    “The last thing I’m gonna show you is how to get out from under a straddle. I know it sounds impossible, especially when you’re small, but there’s a trick to it.”
    Belén looks nervous and casts her eyes to the floor. She doesn’t want me to straddle her. I don’t want to straddle her either and at the same time, alls I want to do is fucking straddle her.
    “Lie down on the floor,” I tell her. She does as I ask. She looks scared stiff. I stand over her, one foot on each side of her waist. She’s playing with her fingers nervously. I kinda want to say something to get her to calm down, but at the same time her nerves are adorable. I know she’s thinking about the kiss right now, but I can’t let my head go there.
    “Belén!” I say, and she looks up to my face. “I won’t hurt you, I promise.”
    “I know,” she says, so quietly it’s almost a whisper.
    I kneel over her hips and then lower my weight onto her. I grab both of her arms and lift them above her head. I put pressure on her wrists and stare into her face. Jesus Fucking Christ I want to kiss her!
    “Try to throw me off,” I say. Belén struggles pathetically. She doesn’t move an inch. It’s not that she’s not trying but it’s the most vulnerable possible position to be in. I learned this in wrestling and I know you can throw someone twice your size if you use the right leverage.
    I try not to feel the area where our thighs come together. I try hard not to notice the heat that radiates out from her center. I try even harder not to notice that my dick is twitching. She’s trying too, pretending that she doesn’t feel it either.
    “Move your feet in, up closer to your butt,” I command. Belén’s face is flushed and her eyes tell me she’s somewhere else. But she still responds to the call of my voice. She lifts her feet and I pretend I don’t notice the roll of her hips under mine and how innocent and sweet she feels trapped underneath me.
    “Now you got stronger leverage, so you’re going to thrust with your hips up and to the side; at the same time use the force of your arms together to bring your whole body up. Understand?”
    She nods and our eyes catch. She doesn’t want out of this position. I don’t either. My cock starts to grow just from making eye contact with her.
    “Push me off,” I say and Belén does her damnedest. She follows the directions and she does have a little bit of power. But for some asshole reason I can’t let her win this one. I stay right the fuck on top of her.
    Her