Chapter 199 Pep Talk for a Buddy
Next morning, Kevin walked into school and spotted Albert looking like a wreck. Dude had some serious bags under his eyes—clearly, he hadn't slept a wink. Kevin felt bad for him. I mean, who wouldn't be bummed after getting a shot with a hot teacher and then totally blowing it?
"Hey, man, don't sweat it," Kevin said, trying to cheer him up. He gave Albert a pat on the shoulder. "It's just Vanessa."
"Easy for you to say. You got all the perks," Albert shot back, even more annoyed. The thought of Kevin being the one who ended up with Vanessa just made it worse. But he couldn't really blame Kevin . Kevin had set it up for him, and he just couldn't follow through. It was a golden opportunity, and he blew it.
If Albert had managed to hook up with Vanessa, the super-hot teacher, he'd have a story to tell forever. But nope, he messed it up big time.
"Kevin , can you talk to Ms. Jones again?" Albert pleaded, not ready to give up. "I was just too nervous last night. That's not how I usually perform. I can last at least thirty minutes when I jerk off."
"Alright, cut the crap. I gave you a shot, and you blew it," Kevin said, rolling his eyes. Albert always talked a big game about women, but when it came down to it, he choked. Jerking off was nothing like the real deal. Even if he hadn't finished so quickly, Vanessa's experienced moves would probably have made him pop the second he got in. That would've crushed his ego even more.
By lunchtime, Kevin made his way to the cafeteria. On the way, he bumped into a couple of boarding students from his class who looked surprised to see him.
"Kevin , what are you doing here?" they asked.
Kevin shrugged and came up with a quick excuse, "Mom's busy, can't cook, so I'm stuck eating here for a bit." He walked with them to the cafeteria, where two long lines snaked in front of the serving windows. Two middle-aged ladies in white coats were dishing out food at a snail's pace.
Just as Kevin was about to join the line, he heard someone call his name. He turned and saw Vanessa. She was rocking a red spaghetti-strap dress that hugged her curves in all the right places. Her full breasts looked like they were about to spill out, and her round, firm butt swayed as she walked, catching everyone's eye. The two boarding students next to Kevin were practically drooling, their eyes glued to Vanessa's chest. Kevin , though, was more puzzled than anything. What was she doing here?
Vanessa strutted over, her long, white legs and seductive hips swaying with each step. Ignoring the gawking students, she smiled and said, "Kevin , I thought you weren't a boarding student. Why are you eating here?"
"Mom's busy, can't cook, so I'm stuck here for now," Kevin replied, feeling a rush of excitement from Vanessa's intoxicating scent. Remembering how she had writhed beneath him in ecstasy the previous night, he felt a surge of satisfaction. This seductive teacher, who many coveted, had been his to enjoy.
"I'm home alone for lunch today, so I decided to eat here. Didn't expect to run into you," Vanessa said, then pulled Kevin aside and whispered, "Don't eat here. The food's terrible. Let me treat you to lunch today."
The school cafeteria food was notoriously bad—limited variety, low quality, and often some nasty surprises.
When Oliver became principal, he tried hard to fix the cafeteria. The place got cleaner and looked better, but the food still sucked because the contractor had deep ties with the education bureau. Oliver's hands were tied. The staff meals were better, though, because there was more money to be made there.
Kevin really didn't want to eat the student meals, and he was itching to spend more time with Vanessa. The boarding students had already noticed Vanessa calling him over, their faces a mix of surprise and jealousy. If Audrey Johnson found out he was eating with Vanessa, he'd be in deep trouble.
Thinking of Audrey's cold, stern face, Kevin shivered and shook his head. "Ms. Jones, no need. I'll just grab something simple. You go ahead."
Vanessa's face darkened. "What? You don't want to eat with me? Are you avoiding me? You didn't seem to mind last night when you were all over me."
"Ms. Jones, keep it down," Kevin pleaded, feeling overwhelmed. Vanessa was fearless, but he still had his reputation to think about. He regretted getting involved with such a bold woman.
"What's the matter? You had the guts to sleep with me, but you're scared of people finding out?" Vanessa laughed seductively, her eyes twinkling with mischief. Seeing Kevin 's nervousness, she added, "Worried your cousin will find out? Don't worry, I won't tell her—as long as you behave. Now, come on."
Kevin felt trapped. He was just a teenager, no match for Vanessa's boldness. Reluctantly, he followed her to the staff meal window.
The guy serving the food, in his thirties, lit up when he saw Vanessa. "Ms. Jones, what a surprise! Did you have a fight with your husband?"
Vanessa's face turned icy. "Less talk, more food. Keep yapping, and you'll be out of here tomorrow."
The guy quickly shut up and served her two portions, watching her leave with a mix of fear and resentment. "Damn, acting all high and mighty just because you slept with the principal. One day, I'll have my way with you, you little slut," he muttered under his breath.
Vanessa was well-known at the school, and the cafeteria staff had heard plenty about her. She rarely came to the cafeteria, so the guy had hoped to strike up a conversation and maybe get lucky. Instead, he got the cold shoulder.
He couldn't confront her directly, so he vented his frustration quietly. Rumor had it Vanessa was close with the principal and several vice-principals, and a chef had recently been fired for offending her.
Watching Vanessa lead a tall student to a table, the guy felt a pang of jealousy. Who was this boy to Vanessa? A relative, perhaps?
Vanessa and Kevin sat down, and she frowned at the sight of the fatty meat in her bowl. She had been watching her figure since giving birth and rarely ate such food. The server, trying to please her, had piled on the fatty meat, not realizing it was the wrong move.
Vanessa transferred the meat to Kevin 's bowl, her voice gentle. "Kevin , you're still growing, and you worked hard last night. Eat some meat to regain your strength. I worry about you. You need energy, you know. Last night, you only managed twice before you were done. I'm not satisfied with that..."
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