Chapter 1317
Kevin, gazing at Natalie's radiant face, felt a complex mix of emotions. To guys his age, she was a total knockout. Every move, every smile, oozed sex appeal. But to adults, she was trouble, a temptress, a bad influence. Who would have thought that Harmony County's most notorious flirt would end up sleeping with him?
He noticed the distinct lack of a bra under her hospital gown. Is she going commando, too? he wondered, his throat tightening as he pictured the curves hidden beneath the thin fabric.
Although Kevin had been living with Natalie, Audrey, and Vanessa for days, but with Vanessa and Audrey recovering, he hadn't had a chance to be alone with Natalie. He'd been channeling his pent-up energy into video games. Now, with her so close, his desire surged.
Seeing the bulge in Kevin's pants, Natalie smiled seductively, placed her hand on it, and fondled his erect cock, saying flirtatiously, "Been a long few days, hasn't it? Let's have some fun before Audrey gets back."
Kevin's cock tingled from her touch, and he immediately felt aroused. He got up, wrapped his arms around Natalie's waist, and was about to head to the bedroom when he suddenly heard a thud coming from Vanessa's room.
Natalie frowned. "Poor Vanessa. That Quentin's a real piece of work. A teacher at Sunset Valley High, can you believe it? What a creep. You should check on her."
Natalie and Vanessa hadn't known each other before, but the shared ordeal had forged a bond between them.
"Right," Kevin said, his desire warring with concern. He reluctantly released Natalie. "I'll be right back."
"Forget it," Natalie said with a smile. "Audrey will be back any minute. I'll come to your room at midnight. Stay up."
Kevin then went to Vanessa's bedroom door and gently knocked, "Vanessa, are you okay?"
There was no response from inside. Kevin knocked a few more times but still got no answer. He braced himself and pushed the door open. The room was dark, with the curtains drawn, making it hard to see where Vanessa was.
Kevin had only taken a few steps when he suddenly saw a shadow flying towards him. He instinctively dodged, and the shadow hit the door and shattered. It was a water cup.
"Get out! Right now!" Vanessa's voice came from the depths of the room, sounding a bit hoarse.
Kevin quickly responded, "Hey, Vanessa, it's me, Kevin."
Silence again. Kevin flipped the light switch. Vanessa sat on the bed, staring blankly ahead. He sighed and approached her. "Vanessa, you feeling any better? Want some water?"
Vanessa looked up at him, her eyes cold and distant, then looked away without speaking.
Kevin felt a pang of helplessness. Vanessa's moods had been erratic, swinging from silent withdrawal to sudden, violent outbursts. She was clearly on edge. He kept thinking about what Quentin had done to her, how close Audrey had come to suffering the same fate. He wanted that bastard to rot in hell.
"Just go," Vanessa said flatly. "Leave me alone."
"Vanessa, I know you've been through a lot," Kevin said softly. "It might help to talk about it. And don't worry, I took care of Quentin. He's not getting out anytime soon."
"Don't mention his name!" Vanessa's voice rose sharply. "Get out! I don't want to hear a man's voice, especially yours, Kevin. Just get out!"
Kevin flushed crimson. His first time with Vanessa had been…complicated. She'd mistaken him for Quentin, only realizing her mistake after they'd started. She'd tried to stop him, but it was too late. He'd practically assaulted her. She'd admitted later that she'd actually enjoyed it, and she hadn't pressed charges, which was lucky for him. Otherwise, he'd be facing rape charges. Hearing her say it out loud like this, though…it stung.
He turned to leave, dejected, but then he stopped, looking at her thin frame. He couldn't just walk away. He turned back. "Vanessa, I'm not leaving. Take it out on me. Yell, hit me, whatever you need."
"I'm warning you, Kevin. Don't think I won't hit you." Vanessa whimpered, glaring at Kevin. Seeing that he wasn't leaving, she slapped him across the face.
Kevin's head spun from the slap, but he endured it. Vanessa continued slapping him again and again.
Suddenly, Vanessa started pounding on Kevin's chest, sobbing, "Why don't you dodge? Kevin."
Kevin quickly reached out to hold Vanessa, feeling that her once plump and full body had become light and almost weightless. He coughed, "Vanessa, it's all my fault. It's all because of me."
Vanessa wept for a full ten minutes, her sobs filled with sorrow and grief, moving anyone who heard. Kevin's hospital gown was soaked through at the chest. He held Vanessa's trembling shoulders, gently comforting her.
Finally, she calmed down, wiping her eyes. "Kevin, I'm hungry."
The sanatorium provided meals, but Vanessa had barely touched them. The kitchen would be closed by now. Kevin thought for a moment, then went to his room and rummaged through the cabinet stocked with snacks Mark had brought. He found a package of fried chicken, microwaved it, and brought it back to Vanessa. "Sorry, it's all I could find."
"Fried chicken's perfect," she said, devouring it, picking up every last crumb. "God, that was good. I haven't eaten anything decent in days. Kevin, let's go for a walk. I need some air."
"Sure," Kevin said, relieved to see a glimmer of her old self returning. They walked slowly to the small garden outside.
Vanessa jumped onto a large rock, spread her arms, took a deep breath, and then looked back at Kevin with a sweet smile, saying, "Carry me down."
Kevin's heart leaped. He stepped forward, and she jumped into his arms, her legs wrapping around his waist. She was surprisingly light, even more so after barely eating for days. She looped one arm around his neck and hooked a finger under his chin. "Kevin," she purred, "let's have sex."
Kevin's pulse quickened. He was thrilled to see her playful side again, but this was a sanatorium, full of retired officials, some of them pretty high-powered. Laura's grandfather was here, too. Getting caught would be a disaster.
"What's wrong?" Vanessa teased, her body wriggling against his. "Where's that boldness you had when you took advantage of me?" She nuzzled his ear. "What do you say, Kevin? Or do I have to find someone else? Mr. Foster seems pretty eager. Maybe I'll go see him."
Kevin's head throbbed. Mr. Foster, the sanatorium director, was a sleazy guy in his early forties. He'd been hovering around ever since they'd arrived, constantly bothering Audrey and Natalie with unwanted advice about "body care." Kevin had wanted to punch him, but Foster was the director, and he clearly had connections.
He felt Vanessa's breasts pressing against him, and his resolve began to crumble. It had been days, and he was aching for her. He felt his erection hardening against her.
"Come on, Kevin," she whispered, sensing his surrender. She ground her hips against him, nibbling his earlobe. "Right here. Okay?"
Kevin, lost in the moment, kissed her deeply, their tongues tangling. He cupped her firm buttocks, kneading them gently.
"Put me down," she breathed, her desire escalating. She slid down, leaned against the boulder, and pulled her pants down to her knees, her pale skin glowing in the moonlight. She wiggled her hips enticingly. "Come on. Hurry up."
Kevin glanced around. Tall bushes shielded them from view. It was late, and no one should be around. He stepped behind her, his hands tracing the curves of her backside. He remembered their first time, in a similar setting.
Back then, he'd been a virgin, emboldened by the thrill of discovery, reckless enough to impersonate Quentin. Now, after everything that had happened, he was less sure. Women were trouble, alright. If Audrey and Vanessa weren't so beautiful, maybe none of this would have happened.
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