Chapter 71 Beauty's Help
Kevin clenched his fists, then let go, his face pale and eyes glaring coldly at Ivan Simmons. If looks could kill, Ivan would be dead. Kevin knew all too well how much his father's death had affected him and his mom. His dad had worked in the government and was highly regarded by his superiors for his skills. Tragically, he died in a car accident while on a business trip. If he were still alive, he'd probably be a top official by now, and life for Kevin and his mom would be so much easier.
"Ivan Simmons, you're crossing the line. Is that any way to talk?" Just as the tension between Ivan and Kevin was peaking, a girl suddenly stood up and angrily shouted at Ivan, "Apologize to Kevin right now, or I'll tell Mrs. Garcia everything you just said. You won't get away with it."
Both Kevin and Ivan were stunned. The girl who spoke was Laura Jones, the class monitor of Class 57. Known for her gentle demeanor and elegant manners, much like her mother Daisy, Laura rarely got involved in such matters. But today, she stood up for Kevin , surprising everyone. Those who had been jeering quickly fell silent, not wanting to get caught in the crossfire.
"Laura, you misunderstood. Kevin and I were just joking," Ivan said, his face darkening before quickly forcing a smile. He wasn't really scared of Laura tattling to Mrs. Garcia, their homeroom teacher. But Laura was the principal's daughter, and if she made a big deal out of it, things could go south for him. So, he decided to back down and let Kevin off the hook for now.
"No, apologize to Kevin ," Laura insisted, ignoring Ivan's excuse. She was determined to get justice for Kevin . She had always disliked Ivan's bullying and couldn't stand by while he humiliated Kevin .
Ivan's face soured. He didn’t expect Laura to give him no leeway. His eyes roved over her tall, graceful figure. At the start of the school year, he had his eyes on Laura and wanted to win her over. But she had always been indifferent to him, and he didn't dare push her. Eventually, he shifted his attention to other girls. Seeing Laura stand up for Kevin made him uncomfortable. If she wasn’t the principal's daughter, he would have already used his usual tactics to get her into bed. He was good with women.
Ivan lost his virginity to his family's maid, Claire Howard. His parents were often busy with work, so they hired Claire, who was about seven or eight years older than Ivan. She looked ordinary, a plump woman with rosy cheeks and large braids. She was diligent and knew how to please people. Due to family issues, she didn't continue her education after high school and got married early. Her husband's gambling debts forced her to work as a maid in the city.
One evening, Ivan came home from school to an empty house and called out, "Claire, I'm home. Is dinner ready? I'm starving."
"Yes, it's coming," Claire responded, walking out of the bathroom, removing her rubber gloves, and smiling at Ivan. "Dinner's ready. I was just washing your clothes from last night. I'll get your food now."
Ivan noticed Claire wearing a white cotton T-shirt, her ample breasts pushing the fabric taut. The shirt had gotten wet while she was washing clothes, turning semi-transparent and revealing her bra and pale skin underneath. His heart raced, and he felt a bulge forming in his sweatpants.
Unaware of Ivan's reaction, Claire swayed her hips as she walked into the kitchen. She wore black shorts that accentuated her round, firm booty and smooth, pale thighs, making her look very sexy.
Ivan's heated gaze followed Claire's voluptuous figure. When she brought the food to the table, he snapped out of his daze and devoured his meal, letting out a satisfied burp. Claire came over to clear the dishes and returned to the kitchen to clean up.
While Claire worked, Ivan lounged on the living room sofa, distractedly watching TV and occasionally glancing at her busy in the kitchen. Feeling restless, he called out, "Claire, you can stop and come watch TV with me."
"I'm almost done," Claire replied. Soon, she came out of the kitchen with a glass of milk for Ivan. She sat on the sofa, engrossed in the TV show, laughing heartily at the funny parts, which caused her chest to heave.
Ivan drank his milk, his eyes stealing glances at Claire's breasts. Noticing his actions, Claire shyly turned away, but her movement only spurred Ivan on. Overcome with lust, he pounced on her and grabbed her ample breasts through her T-shirt.
"Ivan, what are you doing? Let me go; your parents will be back soon," Claire pleaded softly, frightened and unsure of what to do.
Her weak protests didn’t work. Ivan, experiencing such close contact with a woman for the first time, was exhilarated. He continued to rub and kiss Claire, eventually stripping off her T-shirt and bra, revealing her large, white breasts.
Ivan's breathing became heavy as he grasped her breasts, the sensation making him feel ecstatic. His erection throbbed, nearly making him climax in his pants. He then bent down to suck on Claire's pink nipples, savoring every moment.
Claire's mind went blank when Ivan pounced on her. She felt it was wrong but couldn't muster the strength to resist. When Ivan started sucking her nipples, her body went weak, and she could only gasp and beg, "Ivan, stop please. If your parents find out, we're done for."
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