Chapter 1785
"Let's wait for Daisy to come back," Kevin said impatiently.
The couple was too naive to think that a meal would make him help them.
He had helped Grant before because he had a relationship with Kimberly. Cynthia had only given him a few blow jobs, no real commitment. She was treating him like a fool.
Edgar wanted to say something, but Cynthia tugged at his arm, stopping him from continuing. She smiled and raised her glass, saying, "Alright, let's not talk about this. Kevin, come, I'll have a drink with you. I hope you have a successful new semester and can go to your dream college in a year and a half."
"Thank you, and I wish Cynthia a prosperous business and eternal youth," Kevin clinked glasses with Cynthia. He thought that if Cynthia invited him to dinner again, he would have to come up with an excuse to decline. These adult dinner parties were utterly boring. It would be better to go have a barbecue with Albert and the others.
Meanwhile, at a barbecue restaurant across from the Dawnridge pool hall, Albert, Samuel, and Carl were eating hot barbecue and drinking beer.
"Check this out, it's exciting," Carl, with a flushed face, showed Albert and Samuel a photo on his phone. It seemed to be a hotel room, with a woman lying naked on the bed, spreading her buttocks apart, revealing a dark anus and a hairy mons pubis.
"Damn!" Albert was speechless, feeling aroused. He hurriedly asked, "Who's this woman?"
"I met her online. She's under forty, her husband is a driver, and she was bored at home. After chatting a couple of times, she came out to have sex," Carl proudly said. "She's great at blow jobs, and she gets wet. I barely touched her, and it was like a fountain. I've never met such a horny woman."
Albert, jealous, asked, "Have you slept with all the women in Harmony County? How many is this?"
"Not many, just the sixth one," Carl chuckled. "Compared to some pros, I'm far behind. I saw a guy on a forum claiming to have sex with five or six women a month on average. But looking at his quality, he's just sleeping with anyone, even women in their fifties. I stick to women under forty, not necessarily pretty but with good bodies."
"Of course, good-looking women with good bodies don't need to resort to hookups," Samuel, pushing his glasses, said slowly. "Carl, aren't you afraid of running into someone you know? What if you meet a parent of a student from our school?"
"Wouldn't that be more exciting?" Carl, looking around at the other diners, lowered his voice. "Actually, I want to screw Ivan's mom."
"You're asking for trouble," Albert exclaimed. "If Ivan finds out, he'll go after you." "I'm just fantasizing. Remember last summer before the break, we had a parent-teacher meeting? Ivan's mom came, wearing a dress with a high slit. Her thighs were beautiful, and I could even see her black panties," Carl reminisced, lost in the memory.
"Stop daydreaming. She's the County Treasurer's wife. Even if she wanted a fling, she wouldn't look twice at someone like you," Albert remarked.
"Why not? She's not your mom. What's your rush?" Carl retorted. "If you're so capable, find someone yourself. Why compete with me?" Albert's face turned red and white alternately. Suddenly, he gritted his teeth, took out his phone, and showed them a photo. "Who says I haven't? Look at this."
The photo he opened was the one where he had Sean sneakily take a picture of his mother, Cynthia, sleeping. Cynthia was in a nightgown, her curvaceous figure tantalizingly visible. "She has a nice body, and her butt is perky."
Samuel marveled, "Albert, you've been hiding this well. Who is she? Do we know her?"
"You guys will never guess who it is," Albert teased, showing them more sneakily taken photos of Cynthia. "She doesn't even show her face. She might be an ugly duckling." Carl sneered, "I bet you stole these photos from the internet." "Carl, you're just jealous."
Albert then showed them another photo of a woman in a bikini standing by a pool. Her mature and sexy body was alluring, her breasts perky, her skin smooth. Most importantly, the woman's face was revealed, and it turned out to be Cynthia. Carl was stunned, pointing at the phone, "Isn't this Sean's mom? How did you get her photos?"
"It is Sean's mom. I think her name is Cynthia, and she runs a cosmetics business."
Samuel was also astonished, "Albert, you don't know Sean's mom, do you?"
"Knowing her means nothing," Albert said with great satisfaction, seeing the shocked expressions of the two. He calmly put his phone back, picked up a piece of lamb with his utensils, dipped it in sesame sauce, rolled it with his tongue, and casually said, "I've already been intimate with her."
"No way!" Carl stood up abruptly. Although his primary target was Ivan's mother, Willow, Cynthia was also within his hunting range. He had been with many mature women before, and he could tell if a woman was decent or not just by looking at her. After observing Cynthia for a long time, he realized she wasn't that kind of promiscuous woman. He couldn't believe that Albert, with his limited skills, could have a relationship with Cynthia.
Albert chuckled, "Carl, if you don't believe me, there's nothing I can do. Look at the quality of the women you're with. None of them can compare to Cynthia. It's not about quantity; it's about quality." Carl was frustrated. Among this group of friends, he always thought he was the best, with the most women. To surpass Albert, he would have to conquer Willow, but Willow was not someone just anyone could handle.
Seeing the tension, Samuel quickly intervened, "Alright, stop arguing. Let's just eat meat, drink, and go home."
"No way," Carl, after taking a few sips of wine, insisted, "I can call the woman I just had relations with to come out for a drink right now. Do you believe me?" Albert and Samuel were both stunned. Carl didn't say much and dialed a number on his phone. Ten minutes later, a woman arrived at the barbecue restaurant. She was average-looking, but had a good figure. After taking off her down jacket, her breasts stood high under a wool sweater. She sat next to Carl and coquettishly said, "Carl, introduce your friends to me."
"This is Albert, and this is Samuel, both good friends of mine," Carl grinned, putting his arm around the woman's soft waist. "Come on, have a drink with them for me." The woman held her glass, charmingly saying, "Albert, Samuel, just call me Lily. Let's have a drink." Albert and Samuel were dumbfounded, clinking glasses with her in a daze. They never expected Carl to bring this woman out. Remembering the woman's big buttocks in the photo, they found it even more thrilling. Lily was indeed quite promiscuous.
Carl, with a mischievous smile, said, "Albert, why don't you call Cynthia too and invite her out for a drink? Not that we don't trust you, but let's have some fun together." Albert blushed instantly. He had been boasting, and in Celestial Haven, he had only held hands and touched Cynthia's butt. He didn't dare call Cynthia. But if he didn't make that call, his bluff would be exposed.
Seeing the situation, Samuel quickly tried to defuse the tension, smiling and saying, "Forget it, Carl, don't embarrass Albert. There's a limit to joking around. We're all good friends; let's not ruin the mood." Albert, having had quite a bit to drink, saw Carl cozying up to Lily provocatively. Gritting his teeth, fueled by alcohol, he sent a message to Cynthia, asking her out for dinner. He still held a glimmer of hope that Cynthia might give him face. Even if she just showed up and left, he could continue boasting. Carl wouldn't dare to ask Cynthia directly if she had been intimate with him.
At Cynthia's home, Edgar's bottle of whiskey was almost empty, while Cynthia and Kevin had finished about half of the red wine in front of them. However, most of it was consumed by Cynthia.
Kevin glanced at the time, nearly eight o'clock, and thought of Audrey. He said to Cynthia, "Cynthia, it's getting late. Let's call it a night." Before Cynthia could respond, Edgar, in a drunken stupor, patted Kevin's shoulder and said, "We haven't had a good drink yet. If you don't drink, it means you look down on me."
"Edgar, you've had too much to drink," Cynthia frowned as Edgar started talking nonsense. She then explained to Kevin, "Kevin, don't mind him. That's just how he is when he's had a few drinks. He can't control his mouth, offends people without realizing it, or else he would have been promoted long ago."
"Who says I can't control my mouth?" Edgar retorted, looking at Cynthia askance. Suddenly, he leaned in and kissed Cynthia on the face, grinning, "Let's see if I can control myself."
"What are you doing?" Cynthia pushed her husband away, blushing, scolding, "Kevin is right here. You're being foolish."
"Heh, it's fine. Kevin's not a stranger. What's there to be afraid of?" Edgar grinned mischievously, looking at Kevin. "Kevin, I'm going to kiss Cynthia. You don't mind, do you?"
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