Chapter 1372
Andy was practically buzzing with excitement. Yara had never shown him this much attention before, and he was determined to impress her. He decided to go for a three-pointer, but his enthusiasm got the better of him. The ball sailed over the fence and landed with a thud in someone's backyard. Mortified, Andy jogged off to retrieve it.
Kevin took the opportunity to call it a day. "Alright, that's enough practice for now. We'll pick it up again later," he announced, already turning to leave.
But before he could escape, Yara closed the distance between them. She rose up on her tiptoes, her arms circling his neck, and pressed her lips against his. Her lips were soft and inviting, and the feel of her firm breasts against his chest sent a jolt of electricity through him. Kevin's resolve crumbled. He felt himself hardening, his erection pressing against the soft curve of Yara's belly.
A soft moan escaped Yara's lips, and she swayed against him, her hand instinctively reaching down to touch him. The feel of her fingers brushing against his cock snapped Kevin back to reality. He gently pushed her away, his voice barely a whisper. "Yara, we can't. I have a girlfriend."
He hadn't told her before, wanting to keep his relationship with Laura under wraps. Dating the principal's daughter could be tricky, and he didn't want to invite unnecessary scrutiny. Besides, Yara hadn't explicitly expressed any romantic interest in him, so he hadn't felt the need to bring it up. But now, after that kiss, he couldn't pretend any longer.
"You're kidding, right? Who?" Yara's face was flushed, her chest heaving, her eyes clouded with a mixture of desire and confusion. She bit her lip, her voice laced with insecurity. "If you can't tell me, you're lying. What's wrong with me? Why don't you like me?"
Kevin sighed. "My girlfriend is Laura. We've been together for a while, but we're keeping it quiet. The school doesn't allow dating."
"Laura?" Yara was stunned. Laura was number two on Sunset Valley High's beauty ranking, five spots above her, almost on par with Fiona. A wave of discouragement washed over her. How could she compete with that? But then she remembered Laura's less-than-ample chest, and a spark of defiance reignited within her. She grabbed Kevin's hand and placed it on her breast, her voice trembling with a strange mixture of boldness and vulnerability. "Kevin, my breasts are bigger than Laura's. Don't guys like… big breasts? Touch them."
Kevin was taken aback. His fingers instinctively tightened around the soft flesh of her breast. It felt incredibly good, the skin smooth and warm, the weight surprisingly substantial. But the impropriety of the situation quickly registered, and he pulled his hand away, stammering. "Yara… you're still young. This isn't right."
"Don't treat me like a kid," Yara retorted, puffing out her chest. "My breasts are plenty big, aren't they?"
"That's not what I meant," Kevin said, his gaze involuntarily drawn to the gentle sway of her breasts. They were indeed impressive, larger than Lucy's, though not quite as large as Audrey's. "I mean… we're too young for this. We should be focusing on school, on getting into college, making our parents proud."
"I don't care about any of that," Yara insisted, her voice laced with desperation. "Kevin, I really like you. I wouldn't mind… if we were both your girlfriends."
"That's not how it works," Kevin said firmly, shaking his head. Even if Yara didn't mind, Laura certainly would. He didn't want to risk their relationship.
"Coward. You'll regret this," Yara spat, her eyes flashing with anger. She turned and stormed away, leaving Kevin standing there, bewildered.
He wiped his brow, watching her retreating figure. Girls these days, he thought, shaking his head. So forward.
Just then, Andy returned, basketball in hand, his face falling when he saw Yara was gone. "Where'd she go?" he asked.
"Something came up," Kevin said vaguely. He looked at Andy's dejected expression and sighed. "Look, Andy, chasing girls takes time. You can't be too pushy. Play it cool."
"Right," Andy mumbled, clearly disappointed. He knew Kevin was trying to help him. He wouldn't have even had this much time with Yara otherwise. She was popular, pursued by plenty of guys in their class.
Kevin knew Andy's chances were slim. He was too ordinary, too shy. He lacked the confidence and charisma that attracted girls. He was destined for heartbreak, but Kevin couldn't bring himself to say it. It would be too cruel.
It was getting dark as they walked out of the school gates. "Kevin, why don't you come over for dinner?" Andy suggested suddenly. "Mom's been asking about you. Said it's been a while since you've had dinner with us."
Kevin hesitated. Daisy wasn't an option tonight, and Audrey was probably working late. He'd be alone at home. He hadn't seen Grace in a while. "Sure," he said. "Sounds good."
They walked to Andy's house together.
"Andy, get your shoes off!" Grace called from the doorway, a spatula in her hand. She hadn't noticed Kevin yet. She was wearing a gray loungewear set that clung to her curves, the hem riding up her thighs, revealing long, smooth legs. Her hips were full and round, undeniably alluring.
"Grace," Kevin greeted her with a grin. It had only been a few days, but she seemed even more vibrant, her figure even more captivating.
"Kevin! So good to see you!" Grace's face lit up as she finally noticed him. She bent down to retrieve a pair of slippers for him, her ample backside presented in full view. Both Andy and Kevin averted their gazes, their faces flushing. The curve of her hips was mesmerizing, and the thought of how good she must feel during sex flashed through Kevin's mind.
Andy and Kevin exchanged awkward glances. Kevin felt a pang of sympathy for Andy. Living with such a desirable mother must be both a blessing and a curse. He wondered if Andy ever fantasized about her. Knowing Grace's fiery personality, he doubted Andy would ever dare to act on those fantasies, even if he had them. Maybe a peek while she was showering, or using her underwear for… inspiration.
They slipped their shoes off and followed her into the living room. "Make yourselves comfortable. Dinner will be ready soon," Grace said with a warm smile, her hips swaying enticingly as she disappeared into the kitchen.
Kevin and Andy sat on the couch, pretending to watch TV, but their minds were elsewhere. After a few minutes, Kevin stretched and said, "I'll go see if Grace needs any help." He got up and headed for the kitchen.
Andy knew exactly what Kevin was doing. A strange mix of anticipation and resentment churned within him. He felt like Grace's allure should be his to enjoy, yet he could only watch as Kevin basked in her attention. Still, there was a perverse comfort in knowing it was Kevin, his friend.
He turned up the volume on the TV, then crept to the kitchen door, peeking through the crack. He watched as Grace cooked, chatting with Kevin.
"Kevin, you should have called! I would have made more. Byron's not home for dinner tonight, so it's just me and Andy. I just threw together a few simple things. You eat so much, I don't know if there'll be enough. Maybe I should run down to the convenience store and grab some steaks?" Grace fussed.
"Don't worry about it, Grace. It's fine," Kevin said with a smile. "I'm trying to watch what I eat anyway."
"Don't be silly. You're still growing," Grace said, rolling her eyes playfully. "You seem taller, though. I wish Andy would take after you. He's all his father – short, not the brightest crayon in the box, and painfully shy. I heard you're head of the student council's publicity department now. Andy doesn't even have a position. It's enough to drive a mother crazy."
Andy cringed, shame washing over him as he listened to Grace's criticisms. He wished he could be more like Kevin.
"Don't be too hard on him, Grace. Andy will find his niche," Kevin said kindly.
"I know, I know," Grace sighed. "I just can't help myself sometimes. Then I feel guilty for hours afterward. If he wasn't my son, I wouldn't even bother."
Andy's eyes welled up. Any resentment he felt towards Grace evaporated, replaced by a surge of gratitude for Kevin. He was a true friend.
"Kevin, can you hand me that plate?" Grace asked, turning off the burner and preparing to serve the food.
As Kevin reached for the plate, his eyes lingered on the curve of Grace's hips. He felt a surge of desire and, unable to resist, placed his hand on her waist, pressing his hardening cock against the round firmness of her ass.
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