Chapter 901: No Trace of a Spring Dream
"No, Kevin, I really can't take it anymore," Kimberly pleaded.
She had no idea how long Kevin had been at it. The young man's stamina seemed endless, switching from bending her over the sofa for a hard pounding, to having her ride him, to lifting her up and spinning around the living room while thrusting.
She couldn't fathom where he got all that energy. She had climaxed several times, feeling a mix of joy and despair. This prolonged sexual experience was unlike anything she had ever experienced.
While Grant could be vigorous, he lacked endurance, usually finishing in about ten minutes and taking a long time to recover. Kevin, on the other hand, had already ejaculated twice, each time bouncing back after just a few minutes, leaving her breathless and dazed.
She never imagined she would be ravished by a young man like this. Although she wasn't as stunning as Audrey or as curvaceous, she had a slim figure, a narrow waist, long legs, and fair skin, exuding the charm of a young married woman. She was considered a beauty in the English department, adored by the boys in her class, who often filled her desk with cards and gifts on Teacher's Day, much to the envy of other female teachers. No wonder Grant was so insecure, frequently causing scenes at school.
Despite her cheerful and outgoing personality, Kimberly was very serious about relationships. She had only dated one boyfriend in college, and even then, they only held hands. She married Grant soon after they met and had been cautious ever since, never meeting male colleagues alone. Yet here she was, acting like a wanton woman, letting a student use her body, and enjoying it. If her colleagues saw her now, their worldview would shatter.
Kevin, meanwhile, was ecstatic, holding Kimberly's white, plump buttocks as he moved around, seemingly taunting her husband. Eventually, he carried her into the bedroom, laying her on the bed, lifting her long legs, and thrusting into her wet slit. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room.
His penis, hot like a branding iron, plunged into her, stretching her vagina and rubbing her sensitive spots. Kimberly squirmed and moaned, her juices flowing. Kevin kept going for nearly half an hour before he couldn't hold back any longer. He thrust deep into her, his hips jerking as he filled her with hot semen, then collapsed on top of her soft, voluptuous body and fell asleep.
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In summer, the dawn comes early. By six o'clock, the government housing complex was waking up. Retired officials headed to the market with their baskets, chatting about vegetable prices.
In a second-floor bedroom, the air was thick with the scent of sex. A wedding photo hung on the wall, showing a beautiful bride with a radiant smile. Below it, the bed was a mess, two naked bodies entwined. The woman lay motionless, her buttocks raised, long legs stretched out, hair tousled around her face, her breasts flattened against the mattress.
Behind her, a handsome young man lay sprawled, also naked, his hairy legs tangled with her smooth ones, his hard penis nestled in her buttocks. His hand cupped one of her pale breasts as he snored softly.
Kevin had fucked Kimberly three times the previous night, not stopping until the early hours. Kimberly, under the influence of wine, had been barely conscious, responding instinctively to his movements.
The bedroom was quiet, save for Kevin's snores and the ticking clock. Suddenly, Kimberly groaned and slowly opened her eyes. She felt groggy and weak, remembering only that she had drunk a lot the night before. Everything after that was a blur, feeling like she was on a never-ending ride, unable to rest.
She regretted drinking so much, feeling parched. She tried to get up for a drink but felt someone pressing down on her, something foreign inside her.
Ah...!
Kimberly turned her head and saw the young man lying on her back. Her mind went blank as scenes from the previous night flashed before her eyes. She had actually had sex with Kevin. This wasn't a dream.
She instinctively wriggled her hips, trying to shake Kevin off, but even in his sleep, he held her tightly. Her movements caused his penis to slide in and out, making her body tremble. Finally, she kicked him off the bed.
"Kimberly, what's happening?" Kevin woke up groggily, rubbing his sore chest where she had kicked him. He had been so exhausted that he would have slept all morning if she hadn't woken him.
"What do you think happened?" Kimberly grabbed a towel to cover her naked body, leaning against the headboard with a furious expression. "Kevin, why are you in my bed? What did you do to me?"
Seeing the pale-faced English teacher, Kevin gradually woke up, remembering the wild events of the previous night. He was stunned. He had really slept with Kimberly. He thought it had been a dream. But now, what should he do? Kimberly looked like she was about to call the police. He had to calm her down.
"Kimberly, let me explain," Kevin said, looking innocent. "Yesterday, you invited me over to study English, but then you insisted we drink. I didn't want to, but you said if I didn't, you'd pretend not to know me. I accidentally drank too much."
As Kevin stammered through his explanation, the events of the previous night pieced together in Kimberly's mind. It turned out Kevin was the victim, and she was the aggressor. But she couldn't accept this reality. As a married woman and a teacher, she had drunkenly slept with her student multiple times. If this got out, how could she face her husband, colleagues, or students?
The thought of the consequences chilled her. But who could she blame? Her husband for installing surveillance cameras, making her drink alone in frustration? Herself for dragging Kevin into drinking with her? Kevin for taking advantage of her?
She bit her lip, looking at the dejected Kevin. Her emotions churned, her expression changing constantly. If it had been any other man, Kimberly wouldn't have let him off so easily. Anyone who defiled her would pay the price.
But it was Kevin, making her feel helpless. In her impression, Kevin was an outstanding student, with decent grades and favored by the class teacher, Alissa. His English was weak, but not for lack of trying. Many boys in the class had the same issue, while girls generally did better. With proper guidance and hard work, Kevin's English could improve quickly.
Kimberly also felt Kevin wasn't the type to take advantage of women. Otherwise, he wouldn't have stopped coming to her house for tutoring, clearly avoiding her. If she hadn't gone to his house and used reverse psychology, he might not have come last night.
Kimberly recalled the events of the previous night. She had indeed forced Kevin to drink a lot. They drank an entire bottle of red wine, which hit hard. She hadn't been intimate with her husband for a while, her desires strong. Faced with a young, virile man, it was no surprise she lost control.
Understanding the situation, Kimberly felt ashamed. She, the teacher, had been too indiscreet. But why had it come to this? She bit her lip, feeling a wave of sorrow. It was too late. She had slept with Kevin, and his penis had been inside her. She was no longer pure.
Kevin, initially anxious, feared Kimberly would accuse him of rape, cry hysterically, or call the police. At worst, she might inform his mother, causing a huge scandal.
But seeing Kimberly leaning weakly against the headboard, covering her face and trembling, then starting to sob, Kevin felt a heavy weight in his heart. Unlike Alissa, Evelyn, Vanessa, or Grace, who either seduced him or accepted what happened, Kimberly was reacting like a normal woman would to such a situation.
Seeing her cry harder, Kevin climbed onto the bed beside her, apologizing, "Kimberly, please don't cry. It's my fault. I wanted to leave, but I didn't want to leave you drinking alone. I thought I'd just have one drink, but we ended up drinking too much. Then we got undressed and... it just happened."
"Enough, stop talking," Kimberly suddenly stopped crying, glaring at Kevin with red eyes. Did he have to remind her of last night's events? She wiped her tears, took a deep breath, and said coldly, "Don't tell anyone about last night. Understand?"
Kevin nodded quickly, realizing Kimberly wanted to keep this a secret. He raised his hand and said, "I swear, Kimberly. If I say a word, may I turn into a dog."
"And what about last night? How will you explain it to your family?" Kimberly asked, worried. "Does your mother know you came here?"
Kevin shook his head, "No, my mom doesn't know. I'll just say I stayed at a friend's house."
Kimberly sighed in relief but still felt uneasy. "You better make sure they believe you. If this gets out..."
"It won't, Kimberly. I promise," Kevin assured her.
Kimberly nodded, still feeling conflicted. She had to trust Kevin, but the fear of this secret getting out would haunt her. She had to be more careful in the future and never let something like this happen again.
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