Chapter 1501
Kevin saw Kimberly with her eyes closed, silent, and felt a pang of fear. He whispered, "Kimberly, I'm sorry. I got carried away earlier. You can yell at me or even hit me if you want."
Kimberly shook her head helplessly, realizing there was no point in getting angry now; what was done was done. She stared into Kevin's eyes, making him feel uneasy, and then said calmly, "Kevin, I mean what I say. Today, you can do whatever you want, but starting tomorrow, we are just a regular teacher and student. If this happens again, I will leave Sunset Valley High School. Do you understand?"
"Well, this..." Kevin stammered, lost for words. He had expected Kimberly to be furious, to lash out, but he never imagined she would be so resolute. She was different from any woman he had met before. Even after they had been intimate, Kimberly still would not accept him. He felt incredibly frustrated. Audrey had strong principles, but Kimberly's were even stronger. Was Grant really that great, worth her steadfast loyalty?
"Alright, think it over. I'm going to take a shower." Kimberly got out of bed, her breasts still slightly swaying. She was still wearing the torn flesh-colored stockings that Kevin had ripped, now in tatters from repeated rough handling.
Kevin sat on the bed, dazed. Kimberly's decision wasn't surprising. He was just a powerless high school student who couldn't offer her any support. Kimberly had only been married for a few years, and although she had some disputes with Grant, their relationship hadn't reached a breaking point. It was unrealistic to expect her to cheat on her husband with him like other women had.
He realized that the women he had encountered before were too easy to win over. Starting with Alissa, then Evelyn, Grace, Vanessa, Audrey, Natalie, Caroline, Hazel, Elizabeth, Daisy, Willow, Jillie, Maddy, and Mica—except for a slight setback with Audrey, he had quickly conquered the others. They had all been enthusiastic and willing to maintain a physical relationship with him, giving him the illusion that as long as he was intimate with a woman, she would submit to him.
Kimberly's attitude snapped Kevin back to reality. He wasn't the protagonist of some novel. Even though he had made Kimberly feel good, she still wanted to maintain her distance. Perhaps this was the natural reaction of a decent woman after such an experience.
Well, since there wouldn't be another chance, he might as well savor the moment. Kevin leapt off the bed and swiftly approached the bathroom door. Hearing the sound of running water inside, he pushed the door open and grinned, "Kimberly, let me help you wash your back."
"No, you don’t need to. Please leave," Kimberly's voice sounded a bit panicked from inside.
"What's there to be afraid of, Kimberly? You promised me you'd fulfill my wishes today."
Soon, the bathroom was filled with Kimberly’s soft moans and Kevin’s teasing laughter, and the sound of water became intermittent, leaving one to wonder what was happening inside.
Kevin and Kimberly spent the rest of the day indulging in their rare time together. Apart from eating, using the bathroom, and resting, they were constantly kissing, touching, and making love, from morning until night, from the bedroom to the living room, on the bed, in the bathroom, on the couch, and even on the balcony. Their passionate moments left traces everywhere.
Kimberly felt like she had lost her mind. She had never been a promiscuous woman, remaining chaste until her wedding night. But now, just a few years into her marriage, she had cheated, and with a teenage student no less.
Yet, this forbidden teacher-student relationship brought her intense excitement and pleasure. Kevin had boundless energy, and every time he finished, he would rest briefly before becoming vigorous again. Each time his thick, hot dick entered her, she lost her mind, spreading her long legs to let Kevin's desire deeply penetrate her, releasing his youthful fervor and filling her with his hot, sticky semen.
Knowing they would return to a normal teacher-student relationship tomorrow, Kimberly decided to indulge herself today. She reassured herself that Grant hadn't exactly been faithful either, so why should she suffer for him? With that thought, her guilt seemed to lessen.
Kevin also cherished his last moments with Kimberly. After each round, he held her sweaty body, caressed and kissed her, massaged her sore legs and waist, and even carried her to the bathroom to bathe, making Kimberly feel shy. She had never been treated like a princess before.
Kevin also took charge of lunch and dinner. Although the food was mediocre, Kimberly was deeply moved. She willingly put on black stockings, bent over the dining table with her plump buttocks raised, and let Kevin enter her from behind, almost breaking the table with his vigorous thrusts.
During this time, Kimberly received a call from Grant, who said he would take a week off to come home for New Year’s. But Kimberly felt no joy, only responding softly. Meanwhile, behind her, the tall Kevin was holding her bare hips, thrusting into her, relishing the thrill of having an affair with a married woman.
But good times always end too soon. By Sunday night at nine, they sat on the living room couch, the atmosphere heavy and somber. Kimberly looked at Kevin, her emotions in turmoil. The day and night of lovemaking had been more thrilling than her years with Grant, making it unforgettable.
She knew she could never go back to the way things were. Her body bore the marks of her time with Kevin, and they had used positions she had never tried with Grant. She had ruined three or four pairs of stockings, but she didn't feel as guilty as before. She even enjoyed the complete abandon and indulgence.
Since becoming a teacher at Sunset Valley High, she had always maintained a strict image, leading a monotonous life with her only hobby being watching movies at home.
Sometimes she envied others’ carefree lifestyles, where men and women could interact without regard to identity, age, or race, just as two individuals. Now, she had experienced that—spending a whole day with Kevin like two primal beings, shedding all inhibitions. Perhaps those who were usually strict fall harder and faster when they did fall.
"Alright, Kevin, it's time for you to go," Kimberly said, taking a deep breath as she prepared to say goodbye. Tomorrow was Monday, and she couldn’t risk Kevin staying another night. If someone saw them, it would be disastrous.
"Ms. Rivera, I don’t want to leave you. Can I stay a little longer?" Kevin asked, his heart heavy. He gazed at the beautiful Kimberly, her usual cold demeanor now softened with a hint of allure. Her long, shapely legs still encased in flesh-colored stockings made her look even more mature and enticing.
"Kevin, we had an agreement. I keep my word, and I expect you to do the same," Kimberly replied, striving for firmness despite feeling a pang of reluctance. Besides her husband Grant, Kevin was the only other man she’d been intimate with. This brief day and night had given her unforgettable memories, but she knew this relationship was wrong and had to end.
"Alright then," Kevin conceded, hearing the resoluteness in Kimberly's voice. He knew she wasn’t like the indecisive Audrey; he couldn’t stay tonight. He got up and walked to the door.
Kimberly kept a calm facade as she watched Kevin change his shoes and leave. He glanced back at her longingly, but she showed no reaction, closing the door behind him. As the door shut, she suddenly lost control, collapsing on the entryway rug. She buried her head in her knees and silently sobbed, her shoulders shaking with the weight of her tears, which fell like broken pearls.
Why? Why was she so sad? Everything was back to normal. Wasn't this what she wanted? She could return to teaching, preparing lessons, shopping, cooking, and watching movies. Nothing had changed, and Grant would never know what happened today. Yet, she still felt utterly miserable. Initially, Kimberly cried silently, but soon, she couldn't help but sob softly.
Outside the door, Kevin stood, listening to Kimberly's tears. He wanted to comfort her, but the cold iron door separated them into two different worlds. He felt as desolate as she did. The joy of the day now morphed into pain.
He didn’t know how long he stood there until his legs went numb. He sighed, picked up his backpack, and trudged down the stairs, his steps heavy, unsure if it was from the day's exertion or a deeper sense of loss.
Kevin walked out of the building and looked up at Kimberly's lit balcony. In the dark night, it seemed especially warm, but that light wasn’t meant for him. He had no place in that home. He was merely a shameful thief, stealing moments with the lady of the house while the man was away. But now, the dream was over.
He lingered a bit longer, the night air chilling him. Dressed lightly, Kevin sneezed and, seeing no sign of Kimberly on the balcony, turned away in disappointment.
In the corner of the balcony, Kimberly leaned against the wall, biting her lip and crying. She wanted to call Kevin back. He had given her long-lost satisfaction and joy, but she couldn't accept his intense feelings. After all, she was a respected teacher.
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