Chapter 1710
Audrey was contemplating her plans for the winter break when suddenly the bedroom door was pushed open and Kevin walked in, wrapped in a towel. He went straight to the bed, sat cross-legged next to Audrey, and with a grin said, "Audrey, I've figured out my reward."
"Really?" Audrey sat up, mirroring Kevin by crossing her legs and propping her feet up, looking alluring in her tight camisole. She raised a brow cautiously and said, "Go on, as long as it's not too much."
"Don't worry," Kevin said, "I've always given you massages, how about you give me one today? How does that sound?"
"Just that?" Audrey looked surprised, not because Kevin's request was too much, but because it was too simple. Could this really be considered a reward?
"Of course not," Kevin chuckled. "You have to change into a different outfit. Put on a shirt, a skirt, and stockings. No bra, no panties."
"I knew you'd have more requests," Audrey huffed, cheeks slightly flushed. She realized Kevin wanted to play out a uniform seduction scenario, which they had dabbled in before. It wasn't too extreme of a request. "Any other requirements?"
"None," Kevin shook his head, watching as Audrey got up to rummage through the closet for a shirt, skirt, and stockings. He then turned away, blushing, and said, "Don't look at me, turn around and close your eyes."
"Okay." Kevin quickly turned around, closed his eyes, and listened to the rustling sounds of Audrey undressing behind him. He imagined Audrey's tall, naked body, reigniting the desire that had been building up all night.
Audrey took off her thermal underwear, bra, and panties, revealing her sensual body. Her ample breasts stood proudly like ripe fruits, causing Audrey endless frustration from the attention they attracted.
She put on a white cotton shirt directly over her skin. Without a bra, her nipples rubbed against the fabric, creating a strange sensation. The shirt, lacking the elasticity of her thermal wear, stretched tightly over her large breasts, forming wrinkles and revealing cleavage, even more provocative than being completely naked.
Audrey initially tried to button up the shirt completely, but the last button wouldn't cooperate, so she reluctantly left it undone. Looking at herself in the mirror, wearing only the shirt, showcasing her long legs and partially covered buttocks, she felt a tinge of embarrassment, realizing she was crossing a line.
"Audrey, are you ready?" Kevin, growing impatient, urged from behind.
"Almost." Audrey found a pair of stockings. She rarely wore stockings at school, usually opting for dresses or jeans. Her stockings were usually nude-colored, as she felt black stockings gave off a promiscuous vibe, associated with certain professions. This bias aside, she couldn't deny the different allure black stockings exuded, seemingly signaling to passersby a message of seduction.
Audrey skipped wearing panties and slid on the stockings, feeling the emptiness where the crotch should be. She then put on a black skirt and softly said, "Done."
Kevin opened his eyes, turning to see Audrey in the white shirt, her naked breasts clearly visible, nipples erect. Below the skirt were her shapely, long legs, concealing her mons pubis. The tight fabric outlined her curvy buttocks, showcasing her mature and enticing body, causing Kevin's excitement to rise.
"Audrey, you look amazing in this outfit," Kevin swallowed, mesmerized by Audrey's seductive figure. Even if she were draped in a sack, she could still provoke desire. The main attraction, however, was her G-cup breasts, disrupting the proportions of her body. If they were just C or D cups, the effect wouldn't be as exaggerated. Perhaps only in cartoons would such disproportionate body shapes exist; in reality, it was rare to find an hourglass figure like Grace's, which was considered normal.
"It's only good because you think so. All you ever think about is these lewd things," Audrey scolded. She knew that boys of this age probably had their minds filled with thoughts of women. Just this semester, she had confiscated dozens of erotic comics and novels, and that was just from Alissa's class. The situation was probably worse in other classes.
However, Audrey also understood that expecting boys not to think about these things at all was unrealistic. Men are naturally attracted to beauty and pleasure. If this were ancient times, boys of fifteen or sixteen could already be fathers. It was better to guide than to suppress, but finding a reasonable way to channel these desires was a tricky task.She had attended several training sessions, but the experts didn't offer any groundbreaking solutions. It was all about the same old advice: distract yourself, engage in extracurricular activities, cultivate more interests. In some countries, high school students engaging in sexual activities were common, even discussing sex openly with their parents. In her own country, schools frowned upon even teenage romance, let alone sexual activities.
Her ambiguous relationship with Kevin was also not tolerated by society.
"Alright, lie down, I'll give you a massage," Audrey walked to the bed, gazing at Kevin's large penis, feeling how much she had changed since being with him.
"Audrey, could you leave first, then knock and come in, asking if I need service?" Kevin chuckled, "It'll make it more authentic."
"You have so many requests," Audrey rolled her eyes at Kevin, swaying her hips as she left the bedroom, closing the door behind her. She knocked on the door, mimicking the tone of a massage therapist, "Hello, would you like a massage service?"
"Come in," Kevin's voice came from the bedroom.
Audrey entered, seeing Kevin lying on the bed, the towel gone, completely naked. His erect penis stood tall, like a flagpole, the flushed glans swaying. She couldn't help but blush and scoff, "What kind of client are you? Cover up a bit, it's unsightly."
"I'm the client, I can dress however I want. What's your therapist number? Hurry up and serve me, or I won't tip," Kevin said playfully, eyeing Audrey from head to toe. The shirt, skirt, and stockings gave her a massage therapist vibe.
Seeing Kevin fully embracing his role as a client, Audrey couldn't help but find it amusing. She smiled and sat by the bed, pretending to massage Kevin's arm.
"Beautiful, what's your name? How old are you?" Kevin asked with a grin. "I've never seen you before, are you new here?"
Audrey chuckled inwardly at Kevin's smooth talk. If she didn't see him every day, she might have believed he had been to a massage parlor. Suppressing a smile, she said, "Sorry, we can't disclose personal information. Sir, please refrain from talking; it affects the quality of the massage."
Kevin reluctantly fell silent, watching Audrey massage his arm. Her ample breasts jiggled as she worked, almost popping the buttons. Unable to resist, he reached out to touch her smooth black stocking-clad legs, saying, "So smooth."
Audrey rolled her eyes at Kevin, continuing the massage. His touch on her thighs made her slightly ticklish, and she couldn't help but say, "Can you behave? Are you giving me a massage or am I giving you one?"
"It doesn't matter who's giving whom a massage," Kevin said, caressing Audrey's silky stockings-clad legs. His fingers slowly moved under her skirt, reaching the base of her thigh. Through the stockings, he teased her plump mons pubis.
"Don't touch randomly," Audrey, feeling the tingling sensation in her vagina, lightly tapped Kevin's penis. The towel shook violently, and Kevin withdrew his fingers, a glistening droplet on his fingertip, reflecting a lewd shine under the light. Licking his dry lips, he said, "Ms. Johnson, you're wet."
Kevin's teasing made Audrey feel embarrassed. Despite their countless intimate encounters, their identities were clear. Being teased by a boy ten years her junior would make any normal adult woman feel ashamed. Of course, women like Vanessa and Natalie could adapt to men of any age.
"Alright, massage done," Audrey released her hands, feeling a bit tired even though it was just a formality. Sweat beaded on her forehead.
"No, you haven't massaged my back yet," Kevin protested, dissatisfied. "This service is unacceptable; I'll file a complaint."
"I'm too tired for a full service," Audrey rubbed her wrist, resigned. "I'm not a real therapist."
"No need for hands," Kevin smirked, eyeing Audrey's bulging breasts under the shirt, licking his lips. "Use your chest for the massage."
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