Chapter 1687
Kevin and Evelyn sat on the couch, the age gap between them obvious, but their closeness undeniable. Neither wanted to break the tension. Kevin was torn, while Evelyn was sulking. The living room's atmosphere grew more awkward by the minute.
Kevin's fingers traced circles on Evelyn's upper thigh, her skin smooth and soft, not at all like that of a forty-year-old woman. He was getting hooked on the feel of her skin. Even if they didn't have sex, just holding Evelyn's naked body was enough to keep him entertained all day. After all, he had already had three rounds with Cynthia, Lucy, and Maurice that morning, so his desire wasn't as intense.
Evelyn, on the other hand, was struggling. Her body tingled with desire, her nerves on edge, her skin flushed. Her hips swayed, her breasts bounced, and her wet vagina, still slick from Kevin's earlier teasing, opened and closed, waiting for his touch to bring her to a shattering climax.
Why is he still just touching my thigh? Can't he go deeper? Evelyn bit her lip, looking at Kevin with longing. Today, she was determined to have Kevin make love to her. If not, she feared she might be consumed by the flames of her desire.
"Kevin, make love to me."
She finally said it. It wasn't as hard as she thought. Six months ago, she had said the same thing to him. Between a man and a woman, it was that simple. If you want it, just say it. There's nothing to be ashamed of.
"What? Evelyn, what did you say?" Kevin was taken aback by Evelyn's directness. His mind went blank; he hadn't fully made up his mind yet.
"I said, make love to me!" Evelyn said, pouting. She didn't care anymore. She was throwing caution to the wind. They had already had sex before. What was the point of being coy?
Kevin was stunned. He never expected the usually gentle and kind Evelyn to be so blunt. She must have been holding back for six months.
Evelyn suddenly pulled Kevin into her arms, her full breasts pressing against his chest, her legs wrapping around his waist like an octopus. "Make love to me," she panted.
Who said women are always reserved? When faced with someone they like, they can be frighteningly forward. Despite Kevin's frequent sexual encounters over the past six months, being embraced by Evelyn's hot body made him restless. His penis was hard, pressing against Evelyn's stomach, but he hesitated. Should they do this?
"Evelyn, but your leg injury..."
"Forget about it. Even if I die today, you have to make love to me!" Evelyn's tone was firm, a stark contrast to her earlier hesitation.
"Evelyn, maybe another day. Today isn't convenient. What if they come back?" Kevin was starting to back out.
"Then you need to hurry. I don't care about anything anymore." Evelyn looked at Kevin challengingly. "Are you scared? Or do you just not want to?"
"I want to, it's just..." Kevin hesitated, his mind a mess. This was the first time a woman had begged him for sex. Even Vanessa and Natalie had only ever seduced him, never been this direct. It felt like their roles were reversed.
"Just what? Stop stalling." The more Kevin hesitated, the more proactive Evelyn became. "Do you think I'm not pretty or that my body isn't good enough?"
"No." Kevin shook his head. To be fair, Evelyn's looks might not match the top beauties of Harmony County like Audrey, Daisy, Natalie, or Grace, but she was on par with Kimberly and Vanessa, ranking high in the second tier.
Her body was even better. Evelyn wasn't tall, but her proportions were perfect, with a slim waist, curvy hips, and perky breasts. Her gentle, motherly demeanor made her an ideal bed partner, the kind men dream of.
"Then you're just tired of me." Evelyn pouted. "What's the deal with those two girls? Don't think I haven't noticed. You've been ignoring me because of them, right? You're quite the player, aren't you? One isn't enough; you need two. They're younger than me, right?"
"No, Evelyn, you've got it wrong." Kevin was now fully pressed against Evelyn, feeling her smooth body writhing in his arms. His cock was painfully hard. "Lucy and I have nothing going on. She's close with Albert."
"So it's Laura you're involved with?" Evelyn's mind raced. "Albert and Lucy are dating?"
"Not really. They just get along well. It's not what you think," Kevin quickly clarified, realizing he had misspoken.
"What do I think?" Evelyn rolled her eyes, reaching down to grasp Kevin's hard penis. "Like us right now? Albert should be studying, not secretly dating. I'll deal with him later!"
The usually gentle Evelyn suddenly turned fierce, almost making Kevin lose his arousal. But he understood. If Bethany found out Kevin was dating, she wouldn't be calm either. However, when Laura and Bethany met once, Bethany didn't react strongly. Maybe it was because Laura was sweet and a good student, the kind of daughter-in-law any mother would like.
"Come on, Evelyn, let's talk about us," Kevin said, exasperated. Evelyn's thoughts shifted too quickly. One moment she was begging him to make love to her, the next she was jealous. If he stayed hard for too long, he might have prostate issues again, and he didn't want Violet treating him again.
"What's there to talk about?" Evelyn pouted, rubbing her wet vagina against Kevin's penis. "Kevin, you weren't like this before. Why are you so hesitant now? I begged you, and you still didn't respond. What woman wouldn't be angry?"
Seeing this forty-year-old woman act like a little girl, Kevin sighed. Women could be coquettish at any age. But many women never learn how to be coquettish with men, either being too stiff or too nauseating, unable to find the right balance.
Kevin felt trapped. He had finally gotten out of this situation, and now he was being pulled back in.
But seeing the passionate look in Evelyn's eyes fade and her hot body cool down, he felt guilty. She had been so open, and he was still dodging. It wasn't manly. Whatever the consequences, he would face them alone.
"Evelyn, I didn't mean to distance myself from you," Kevin said after a moment. "I have my reasons. You're Albert's mother. We shouldn't be doing this."
Evelyn's expression changed, her arms around Kevin's neck loosening. She felt a wave of bitterness. Kevin was still a kid. She, a woman in her forties, wasn't right for him. If she hadn't shamelessly taken advantage of his curiosity, they wouldn't have had a relationship. It was always one-sided. Kevin was always passive, unwilling. She was just an unwanted middle-aged woman.
It should all end. She had humiliated herself today. Stripping naked and offering herself, only to be rejected. She was so cheap.
"But..."
What did that mean?
Evelyn was confused, staring at Kevin, tears welling up like a wronged little girl.
"But since we've already had a relationship, there's no point in regretting it." Kevin looked into Evelyn's eyes. "Evelyn, I'm young, but I know a man shouldn't abandon a woman or break her heart. I want you to always be happy. I'll remember your kindness forever. We'll face everything together, okay?"
"Kevin, you..." Evelyn was both surprised and delighted, tears streaming down her face. She never expected a sixteen-year-old to say something so touching. Every word hit her heart. She hugged Kevin's neck again, overwhelmed with happiness. From now on, besides her son Albert, her world would only have this lovable and infuriating young lover.
Kevin kissed the tears from Evelyn's eyes, sighing inwardly. Right or wrong, he had to do this. He couldn't hurt this kind woman anymore or make her cry. Maybe at first, his feelings for Evelyn were just physical, but over time, their relationship had deepened beyond mere sex. As a student, he couldn't promise her much, but he had to say what needed to be said and not avoid it.
"Kevin, you're not lying to me, are you?" Evelyn sobbed. In a few seconds, she had gone from despair to joy, finding it hard to believe his words.
"Of course not." Kevin smiled, seeing Evelyn's tear-filled eyes. He cupped her face. "Evelyn, stop crying. If you keep crying, the room will flood. How come you have more tears than...?"
"You're so annoying."
Evelyn nodded like a little girl, wiping her tears with the back of her hand, her face flushed. "You're joking at a time like this. Do you think I want to cry? It's because of you. I begged you, and you didn't respond. What woman wouldn't be angry?"
Seeing this forty-year-old woman act like a little girl, Kevin sighed. Women could be coquettish at any age. But many women never learn how to be coquettish with men, either being too stiff or too nauseating, unable to find the right balance.
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