Chapter 183 Playing the Game
"I told her I'm one of her students and that I've had a crush on her for ages," Albert said, grinning like a Cheshire cat. "Vanessa won't suspect a thing. Plus, she sent me another explicit pic, which, not gonna lie, made me jerk off twice."
Vanessa was clearly loving this game. Kevin realized he had seriously underestimated her. Most people would freak out if they knew they were being watched, but Vanessa? It just seemed to turn her on even more.
Kevin decided to let Albert keep chatting with her. He needed to step back; Vanessa knew him too well and might catch on if he got too involved.
After a bit more chatting, Albert left the classroom. Kevin noticed it was empty now, so he packed up his stuff and headed out. The campus was pretty much a ghost town, just a few office lights still on in the school building. Alissa's office was dark, so she must've already left.
Kevin walked down a small path by the school building, heading towards the little garden in the back. The sky was getting dark, and he could just make out a shadow moving in the pavilion. Looked like Vanessa was already there. This seductive teacher was really eager; maybe she was craving another round with his big cock.
Steeling himself, Kevin strode towards the pavilion. If he couldn't outsmart Vanessa, he might as well use his physical prowess. If he could totally dominate her, it would also send a message to Quentin to back off from Audrey.
As Kevin got closer to the pavilion, he noticed there were two figures locked in a passionate embrace, not just one. He stopped and hid, confused. Vanessa had set up this meeting, so who was she with? Quentin? Someone else?
Just as Kevin was trying to figure it out, the couple started talking. The boy chuckled, "Baby, your tits have gotten bigger. They must be a B cup now, thanks to me. If only they could get even bigger."
Kevin noted the boy's voice sounded young, definitely not an adult, which ruled out Quentin. Plus, the conversation made it clear the girl wasn't Vanessa. Vanessa's breasts were definitely larger than a B cup, at least a C cup, second only to Alissa.
The girl huffed, "If you think mine are too small, don't touch them. Why don't you go after Audrey? Hers are bigger, but she probably wouldn't even look at you."
The boy laughed awkwardly, "You're too sensitive. Audrey's a teacher; how could a student like me approach her? Besides, her big tits have probably been fondled by the principal. If I keep working on it, you'll catch up to her one day. No, you'll surpass her."
Kevin 's guess was confirmed; they were students, though he couldn't tell which grade. They were sneaking around in the garden, having a secret affair. In the dim light, he could see they were both wearing school uniforms but couldn't make out their faces.
The girl smirked, "You always know how to make me happy. But I don't want breasts that big. It would be awkward with everyone staring at me. Hey, do all the boys want to touch Audrey's boobs?"
The boy chuckled, "Of course. You have no idea how tempting Audrey's big tits are, swaying around the school every day. It's not just the boys; even the male teachers can't resist. But only the principal gets to touch them. Who knows how many teachers Oliver has played with."
The girl said, "If you're so envious, why don't you become a principal? Then you could play with female teachers and students."
The boy replied, "If I become a principal, I'll make you my secretary. How about that?"
"In your dreams. I wouldn't be your secretary," the girl retorted. "With your skills, if you become a principal, I could be the superintendent."
Hearing them badmouth Audrey Johnson made Kevin unhappy. He also worried that Vanessa might show up and catch them. He picked up a stone and tossed it into the pavilion, startling the couple.
"What was that?" the girl asked nervously, hiding behind the boy.
"No idea. Maybe a stray cat," the boy replied, trying to sound nonchalant despite his fear.
"Let's just go. You always choose these creepy places. Can't we find somewhere nicer?" the girl complained.
"Alright, let's go see a movie," the boy suggested, eager to appease her. They left the garden hand in hand.
Kevin waited until they were gone before entering the pavilion to wait for Vanessa. But after a long time, she still hadn't shown up. He wondered if she was playing a trick on him, retaliating for the time he had stood her up. After waiting for another half hour with no sign of her and his stomach starting to growl, he decided to leave.
Ten minutes later, a stunning figure hurried into the garden. Seeing the empty pavilion, she looked disappointed. It was Vanessa. She had been on her way to meet Kevin when Quentin intercepted her.
"Ms. Wood, where are you headed?" Quentin asked, eyeing her up and down. Vanessa looked even more voluptuous than before, wearing a light purple dress that hugged her curves. Her long, shapely legs were clad in flesh-colored stockings, and her dress's neckline revealed a deep cleavage. Her breasts swayed slightly, emitting a faint, alluring scent. Her eyes sparkled seductively, making Quentin feel hot under the collar.
"Where I'm going is none of your business," Vanessa snapped, rolling her eyes at him. Since the scandal involving her explicit photos, she had avoided contacting Quentin. She knew his hopes of becoming the head of the teaching and research office were dashed and saw no further use for him. Her husband had also heard rumors and was suspicious of her relationship with Quentin, so she planned to distance herself from him.
"It's been a while, and your temper has grown," Quentin said with a smirk. "Come on, I need to talk to you." Sensing Vanessa's coldness, Quentin sneered inwardly. This woman thought she could shake him off now that he was in trouble. But it wasn't that simple. He had spent a lot on her over the years, more than he would have on a prostitute.
Vanessa hesitated, thinking she might as well clarify things with Quentin. She followed him to his car, deciding to let Kevin wait a bit longer in the garden. After all, he had stood her up before.
Quentin drove out of the school gates, noticing Vanessa's disinterest as she stared out the window. He reached over and touched her thigh, feeling the smoothness of her stockings and the firmness of her leg. His hand moved higher, but Vanessa swatted it away, glaring at him. Undeterred, Quentin's hand crept back, sparking a silent battle of wills as the tension in the car grew.
"Cut it out, Quentin," Vanessa said sharply. "I'm not in the mood for your games."
Quentin chuckled, "Oh, come on, Vanessa. Don't act like you don't miss our little rendezvous."
Vanessa's eyes narrowed. "Those days are over. You need to get that through your thick skull."
Quentin's smirk faded, replaced by a cold, calculating look. "You think you can just walk away? After everything I've done for you?"
Vanessa crossed her arms, her voice icy. "I don't owe you anything. You got what you wanted, and now it's over."
Quentin's grip on the steering wheel tightened. "We'll see about that," he muttered under his breath, driving faster as the tension between them reached a boiling point.
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