Liz and Miguel (Patreon)

When Miguel transferred from Brazil to a new high school in America, his English was serviceable at best.  But he was able to communicate well enough with his new classmates, so long as they didn't speak with too much slang at once. 

One day after school he was approached by another student, a tall and attractive girl who introduced herself as Liz Bitoni. 

And passed the introduction, he didn't understand a single word she said. 

She was still speaking English, that much he was pretty sure of. But the words she was putting together made no sense at all. What the hell was "awesome-sauce" supposed to mean? Why did she keep calling him "broseph?"

He sat on the grass outside of school and dutifully listened to her incoherent talk for about half an hour before he'd had enough. He couldn't understand what she was saying, but he knew enough about body language to discern that she was interested in him. He decided if he was going to make a move, it may as well be now.  

He took her hand and led her to the now empty boys locker room, she picked up on his intentions quickly and was receptive to his kiss. He wasted no time sliding off her jeans and began licking her through her panties. She moaned and pressed his mouth into her pussy, thoroughly soaking his face and chest in minutes. By the time he worked her panties down to her ankles, she was already turning around and bending over for him. She didn't need to speak for him to understand that she wanted his cock.

Miguel was happy to oblige. He pushed into her slowly at first, but ramped up fast until he was racking her whole sweat-soaked body with every thrust. His firm grip on her wrists was all that was keeping her from falling to the floor. He would fill her tight little pussy up with his come, only to have her get down on her knees and suck every drop off of his dick before he'd fuck her again. After an hour of this she seemed to reach a particularly powerful orgasm, her legs wobbled and when he released her wrists she collapsed on the floor, exhausted. He decided she'd had enough for now.

Afterwards, Miguel considered his encounter with Liz to be an educational experience culturally. He spent more time with her over the next few days, and felt he was learning a lot about how Americans talk. But when he attempted to put his learnings into practice the results were hardly ideal. The other boys just laughed when he called them "homedogs," and his requests for high fives, both up top and down low, were met with odd looks in most cases. And the girls certainly didn't seem to appreciate "What up, sluts?" as a form of greeting. 

Liz had provided him with an amazing sexual encounter, and he hoped to repeat it sometime. But as far as learning about American vernacular was concerned, Miguel decided it best to look elsewhere.