Chapter 969 Reliving Old Dreams
“Oh, I can't stand it, it feels so good…” The sultry bar owner moaned in ecstasy, her half-naked mature body writhing beneath the young man. Her ample breasts undulated with mesmerizing waves, and her creamy white buttocks twisted seductively.
Kevin was most vulnerable to Natalie's lewd allure. He thrust his cock deep into her vagina, pressing his glans against her cervix. The warm, tight, and slick walls of her canal gripped his shaft firmly, creating intense pleasure with every friction. Unable to hold back, he began to thrust vigorously, seeking an even more intoxicating sexual experience. His hands grasped her plump, rounded buttocks, his hips slamming forward, making her buttocks jiggle and her wet pussy overflow with fluids.
“Fuck me harder, it feels so good, yes, faster, harder,” Natalie urged, her eyes filled with lust. Her hands braced against the back of the sofa as she endured the young man's fierce assault, her mouth spewing dirty words. She reveled in the sensation of his big cock. Despite her past promiscuity, after being with Jasper, no other man dared to pursue her, and she wasn't interested in them either.
Jasper was usually occupied with gang affairs and only visited every ten days or so. Even then, he would leave right after sex. At the peak of her sexual prime, Natalie often found herself unsatisfied, even with the aid of vibrators. Encountering Kevin, with his youthful vigor and sizable member, felt like finding a precious gem. She wanted nothing more than to fuck him around the clock. That one week spent with Kevin was the most gratifying period for her. Every day was filled with passionate lovemaking. Missing him for the past few days felt like withdrawal, an insatiable craving that only subsided when Kevin's thick rod entered her once more, bringing her to the brink of ecstasy.
“Ah, sis, your pussy is so tight, squeezing me so good,” Kevin panted, his strokes doubling in speed due to the fear of Albert's potential return. The mutual friction of their genitals created a magical chemical reaction in both their bodies and minds, reaffirming that sex was indeed a wondrous exercise. Unfortunately, not everyone, especially a high schooler like Kevin, had the chance to partake in such delightful activities. Most boys around him could only fantasize about classmates or teachers while masturbating, with no real opportunity for intercourse.
“Oh, yes, it feels so good. Yes, Kevin, fuck me harder,” Natalie moaned, shedding her dominant bar owner demeanor. She was now a woman in dire need, kneeling on the sofa, her legs spread wide, letting the young man pound her from behind. Her plump, white buttocks clasped around Kevin's thick cock. He thrust haphazardly into her vagina, his glans probing deep into her cervix. Grabbing Natalie's buttocks, Kevin fucked her mercilessly while pinching her firm breasts, making her moan and arch her back like a bitch in heat.
At such a fast pace, Kevin could only last three minutes before he came. Panting, he withdrew his cock, leaving Natalie slumped over the sofa, her ample breasts nearly flattened. Her face flushed, eyes brimming with lust, hair disheveled. Her upper body still clad in her blouse, while her skirt and stockings hung around her knees. Her round, white buttocks were exposed, revealing dark pubic hair between her thighs. Semen dripped from her pussy, a scene etched forever in Kevin's memory.
Just as the two finished dressing, Albert returned, rubbing his belly, and complained, "This beer is too cold. It's upset my stomach."
“Your constitution is just weak,” Kevin remarked with a grin. “You probably haven’t been playing basketball regularly.”
“Alright, you two can keep singing,” Natalie announced, standing up and walking to the door, her legs encased in sexy black stockings. She shot them a bewitching smile, “I have something to attend to. Goodbye.”
“Take care, sis,” Albert saluted, practically melting at her departure. Once she was gone, he turned to Kevin, “Natalie is even hotter than Vanessa. If I could fuck her just once… With that ass, those tits, I’d gladly give up ten years of my life.”
“Stop daydreaming,” Kevin scoffed. “Natalie’s way out of your league. Getting to drink with her was already a privilege.”
“Better focus on your situation with Lucy. What’s your next move?” Kevin asked.
“I don’t know, she won’t let me touch her. What can I do?” Albert replied dejectedly. Despite his extensive knowledge from watching porn, he was clueless when it came to handling Lucy.
“Don’t rush it. You’re too impatient. Impatience gets you nowhere,” Kevin advised with a chuckle. “Lucy wants you to study hard, right? Show her that you’re serious. Make her see that you care. Women like Lucy need to be approached slowly. If she sees that you value her, everything will fall into place naturally.”
“Alright,” Albert conceded reluctantly. After a moment, he brightened up and added, “Kevin, since school is starting soon, how about we invite Laura and Lucy out tomorrow night? The more, the merrier.”
“Sure, whatever you prefer,” Kevin agreed, thinking it had been a while since he last saw Laura and she might be upset with him. He agreed to meet at the bar the next evening for karaoke.
They finished the remaining beer and left the bar. Albert went off on his own, leaving Kevin to enjoy the refreshing breeze that invigorated his spirits. As he gazed up at the starry night sky, he realized he felt strangely empty. Despite the recent passionate encounter with the town's most seductive woman, it lacked the profound intimacy he felt with his cousin. It was akin to eating fast food when hungry - momentarily satisfying but soon forgotten.
Wondering what his cousin was up to, Kevin pulled out his phone to call Audrey, but was interrupted by a commotion behind him. Turning, he saw two men and a woman exiting the bar. The woman, tall and striking, was none other than his English teacher, Kimberly. Flanking her were her husband Grant and a portly middle-aged man Kevin didn't recognize - likely some Youth official. Kimberly and Grant were fawning over this man, their demeanor exceptionally respectful.
“Director Chen, I must trouble you with my situation,” Grant said obsequiously, slipping a shopping card into the man's pocket.
“Not a problem at all. I will look into it,” the man responded, visibly pleased. Turning to Kimberly, he added, “Kimberly, if Li Jun goes to the rural area for poverty alleviation, he won't be back for a while. You'll need to support his work in his absence.”
Kimberly felt the man's scorching gaze on her chest and felt a wave of disgust. The man was her husband’s superior, Jordan, the county government office director. Tonight, Grant had purposefully invited him to the bar to secure a spot in the Clearbrook rural aid program. According to county protocols, three years in a rural assignment often led to a promotion, a coveted opportunity for someone like Grant with no connections. However, it required Jordan’s approval.
“Director Chen, Li Jun has been diligent these past years. If you can help him, I'd be immensely grateful,” Kimberly reluctantly pleaded, suppressing her revulsion for the sake of her husband's future.
“I really want to help him, but there's a lot of competition for the spot. I'll do my best,” Jordan replied, his eyes fixated on Kimberly’s chest. She wore a green plaid dress with a modest neckline, but the fullness of her curves remained tantalizingly evident. His gaze wandered down to her shapely white legs, admiring her silently. Grant's wife was quite a catch; Jordan thought if only he could…
Seeing Jordan's unapologetic leering at his wife, Grant felt a pang of frustration. He knew his boss's weakness: a voracious appetite for other men's wives. Rumor had it, several colleagues had offered their wives for Jordan’s pleasure, even engaging in group sex. It was a disturbing thought.
Initially, Grant hadn't planned to bring Kimberly to dinner, but Jordan insisted, otherwise it would be seen as disrespectful. Left with no choice, Grant had Kimberly accompany them. Throughout the evening, Jordan had been unabashedly flirtatious, especially in the private room, pressing against Kimberly under the pretext of drunkenness, while Grant pretended not to notice.
Though Grant wanted to curry favor with Jordan, he wasn't willing to go so far as to offer his wife. He had previously encouraged Kimberly to flirt with Kevin, a high schooler who might push boundaries but was ultimately harmless. However, Jordan was a different matter entirely; he wouldn't leave a shred untouched.
Even if he were willing to consider it, Kimberly would never agree. Tonight's dinner had already taken much persuasion. But now, with Jordan clearly interested in Kimberly and yet evasive about his support, Grant felt he was being asked to pay an unbearable price. Missing this chance meant giving up on his promotion altogether.
Enduring Jordan's blatant ogling, Kimberly felt even more disillusioned with her husband’s cowardice. Despite his constant jealousy and accusations at home, he remained silent when Jordan harassed her. For the sake of Grant's career, Kimberly suppressed her anger and stayed.
Not far away, Kevin observed the scene with a mix of pity and fury. How unfortunate Kimberly was, saddled with such a worthless husband. Seeing Jordan continue to pester Kimberly, Kevin decided to intervene. Approaching them with a feigned cheerfulness, he exclaimed, “Kimberly, why are you here?”
“Kevin?” Kimberly looked at the tall young man before her, nervously glancing at Grant. “It’s so late, why haven’t you gone home?”
“Oh, I was singing with Albert. By the way, Mrs. Maurice asked when you might come over,” Kevin smiled, speaking loudly.
“Mrs. Maurice? Which Mrs. Maurice?” Kimberly looked confused.
“Armando’s wife,” Kevin replied, raising his voice intentionally. “I recently visited her. She knows how much you care about my studies and wants to meet you. Oh, and Armando was there too, asking about your husband.”
“Armando remembers me?” Grant was overjoyed. He knew Kevin was in Armando’s good graces after saving Mrs. Maurice during a health scare - an event the influential figure wouldn’t forget.
“Indeed,” Kevin grinned. “Armando remarked, ‘I know that comrade Li Jun. He’s diligent but needs more grassroots experience. A stint in the countryside would hasten his development.’”
Jordan's expression shifted slightly. He certainly recognized Kevin and hadn't expected Grant to hold such weight in Armando's opinion. With such a connection, he couldn't afford to hinder Grant and would need to swiftly implement Armando's directive. With this in mind, he promptly turned to Grant with a broad smile, “Grant, my earlier words were merely to test your resolve. Armando has indeed instructed me to arrange for you to gain experience in Clearbrook. Come to my office tomorrow with your resume, and I’ll immediately forward my recommendation to the Personnel Department.”
“Thank you, Director! Thank you so much,” Grant stammered in a flurry of gratitude, overwhelmed by Jordan’s sudden change in demeanor.
“There’s no need to thank me; you should thank Armando,” Jordan said pointedly, casting a significant glance at Kevin. He couldn’t be sure if Kevin’s words were entirely truthful, but in politics, it was always better to err on the side of caution. If Armando genuinely intended to look out for Grant, then Jordan couldn't afford to mishandle the situation—especially not at the cost of the potential fallout. Regretfully, he realized that the alluring Kimberly would now remain out of reach.
Grant was eager to personally escort Jordan home, and he asked Kimberly to stay behind to look after Kevin. After all, without Kevin’s intervention, Jordan wouldn’t have committed so quickly. Kevin was his benefactor now, and he felt truly fortunate to have enlisted Kimberly to tutor Kevin.
Once Grant and Jordan departed, Kimberly turned to the grinning student before her, blushing slightly as she softly said, “Let me walk you home.”
“Sure,” Kevin nodded quickly, and they started walking side by side towards his house. Kimberly remained silent the entire way, and Kevin, sensing her tension, refrained from speaking as well. Kimberly’s personality was similar to his cousin’s—outwardly soft but inwardly strong. Despite their past, Kevin still felt a certain respect and wariness towards his English teacher, finding it difficult to gauge her thoughts.
As they reached Kevin’s doorstep, Kimberly bit her lip and said, “Kevin, thank you.”
Her feelings toward Kevin were complicated. He had once taken her virtue, a fact she should despise him for, and yet she had been the one to seduce him that night. The affair between a teacher and a student was disgraceful. Adding to her turmoil was the uncomfortable realization that physical intimacy with Kevin had been more satisfying than with her husband.
She often dreamt about their encounter at night, waking up to find herself embarrassingly aroused. The vivid memories of their lovemaking, especially the sensation of Kevin’s passionate thrusts, filled her with shame yet undeniable longing.
“It’s nothing, Kimberly. It’s what I should do,” Kevin replied, gazing at her pretty, pale face. Although not as stunning as his cousin, Kimberly was still one of the school's beauties, on par with Vanessa and Evelyn. Her long, shapely legs were especially captivating, and her tightness during intercourse made her stand out among the women Kevin had been with.
Recalling the ecstasy of being enveloped by his English teacher's intimate warmth, Kevin felt his mouth dry out. Unfortunately, Kimberly wasn’t like Alissa or Evelyn, who became more yielding post-conquest; she had been avoiding him ever since.
Perhaps most women reacted this way, Kevin mused. He had been lucky to meet those desperate for affection, who became fiercely passionate once the barrier was broken.
Kimberly, looking at the tall, beaming boy before her, felt a tumult of emotions. She wished she could pretend nothing had happened, but Kevin, after all, had shared her bed. It was impossible to see him merely as a student anymore, especially after he had just helped her significantly tonight. How should she interact with him in the future?
Standing in silence, they resembled a squabbling couple, until a cold wind prompted Kimberly to shiver. She instinctively wrapped her white arms around herself, looking so delicate that Kevin couldn’t resist stepping forward to embrace her.
Kimberly’s body was soft and warm, emitting a faint fragrance. Her firm, full breasts pressed against Kevin’s chest, thrilling him instantly. He felt himself harden, pressing against her through the thin fabric of her dress. His excitement palpable, he could feel the moist heat from her intimate area.
“Ah…!” Kimberly’s body trembled as she quickly pushed Kevin away, retreating two steps, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her face flushed. She shot him a furious glance, then turned and fled into the night, leaving Kevin standing there, feeling both thrilled and abandoned.
Kevin scolded himself for his impulsiveness. His relationship with his cousin was just beginning to deepen, and he couldn’t afford to get distracted. Managing his affairs with Evelyn, Grace, and Natalie was manageable since they weren’t at school, and he already maintained physical relationships with teachers Audrey, Alissa, and Vanessa. Adding Kimberly to the mix might stretch him too thin and risk alerting Audrey, jeopardizing everything.
He hadn’t intervened for Grant’s sake earlier; feeling guilty about his unintentional tryst with Kimberly, he wanted to make amends. Additionally, he found Grant detestable and thought it best for him to leave town. Hearing that rural assignments often lasted years, Kevin figured it would give Kimberly some much-needed peace, away from that scoundrel of a husband.
Kevin entered the house and saw his mother sitting on the sofa, animatedly chatting on the phone, evidently in high spirits. Having had a long evening at the bar with Natalie and consuming quite a few beers, he felt parched. He went into the kitchen, poured himself a large glass of cold water, and gulped it down, feeling immediate relief. Returning to the living room, he saw his mother had finished her call. Grinning, he asked, “Mom, who were you talking to just now? You seemed so happy.”
“Oh, I was just checking in with Dolores about the business at the store today,” Bethany replied, her face alight with joy. “The sales in the city are incredible! Every day, the store's revenue surpasses ten thousand dollars—it's more than ten times our branch back home.”
“That much?” Kevin exclaimed in astonishment. Quickly doing the math, he realized that with daily sales of ten thousand dollars, the annual revenue would approach four million. He grinned and said, “Mom, since the store is doing so well, can I get a raise in my allowance? It's really not enough for me now.”
Although Bethany had previously increased Kevin's allowance, it was only three hundred dollars a month. While that had been sufficient for his own expenses in the past, he now had a girlfriend, Laura, with whom he often went out for meals and shopping—it wouldn't do to have her pay every time. Moreover, with the start of the school year approaching and Teacher's Day on the horizon, he needed to buy decent gifts for Alissa, Audrey, Vanessa, Kimberly, and Grace. His current allowance simply wouldn't cover it all. When his family's financial situation had been tight, he hadn't dared to ask his mother for more. Even the last time he had gone to the city and booked a hotel room with his cousin, Audrey had footed the bill, and Kevin still felt humiliated by the disdainful look from the male receptionist.
“I just gave you a raise, didn't I? Isn't three hundred dollars a month enough?” Bethany glared at her son and sighed. “The store is doing well because we're currently running a promotional 20% off sale; naturally, it draws in many customers, but the profit margins aren't that high. I expect we'll settle down to three or four thousand dollars in daily revenue. Plus, that's the gross profit—we still have to account for rent, utilities, employee wages, inventory costs, management fees, administrative costs, fire safety, and taxes. Don't forget our house is still mortgaged; it will take at least four or five years to pay off that loan.”
Kevin felt a pang of disappointment. He had hoped his days of being a money-squeezed student were over and that he was about to become a wealthy heir. It seemed he'd have to come up with his own solutions. Among the women he knew, only Natalie was well-off, worth millions. Asking her for a few thousand dollars might be easy, but Kevin had too much pride to become dependent on her, not wanting to be seen as a kept man.
“By the way, I need to make a trip to Starhaven tomorrow and may be gone for about a week. Your cousin won’t be around either, so take care of yourself and don’t get into trouble,” Bethany said, handing Kevin five hundred dollars. “Here’s some living expenses. Spend it wisely, and if you need more, go to your godmother.”
“Yes, Mom. Take care and stay safe on your trip to Starhaven,” Kevin replied, feeling a rush of relief. With his mother gone, he could save some money over the next few days. He calculated that twenty dollars a day would cover his meals, leaving a good portion of the five hundred dollars untouched. Combined with his saved allowance, he had just enough to buy gifts for Laura and his five teachers.
“I’m not going to Libya; there’s nothing dangerous about this trip,” Bethany remarked, rolling her eyes. “I bet you can't wait for me to leave so you can have some freedom.”
“Mom, you’ve got me all wrong,” Kevin quickly moved behind his mother, placing his hands on her shoulders and beginning to massage them diligently. “I’ll really miss you. How about I come with you?”
“No need for that. School is starting soon, so stay home and hit the books,” Bethany said, closing her eyes as she enjoyed her son’s expert massage. Leaning lazily on the sofa, her full, firm breasts rose and fell with her breaths, and her smooth, white legs pressed tightly together. Since becoming the director of the clothing company, Bethany had transformed into a confident businesswoman, exuding an air of authority that even the distinguished Dolores couldn’t match when standing beside her.
Kevin marveled at his mother's dramatic transformation, finding it hard to believe that this elegant and dignified woman was the same person who had raised him. She now possessed a commanding presence similar to Daisy’s, making Kevin feel a bit intimidated whenever she looked at him sternly, much like how he felt around Daisy or Maurice, stopping him from joking around with her.
After a while, Bethany stood up and said, “Alright, it's getting late. Get some rest.” She walked back to her bedroom, her steps slightly unsteady. Kevin looked down instinctively and was shocked to see a damp spot on the sofa where his mother had been sitting.
The next morning, Bethany left early. Before departing, she reiterated her instructions to Kevin. Once she was out the door, Kevin finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Kevin was doing his homework when thoughts of Audrey made him feel empty inside. He picked up his phone and called her. On the other end, a cacophony of voices and noise made him frown.
“Hello? Sis, where are you? It's so noisy.”
“Kevin, I've been kidnapped! Please, come save me!” Audrey's voice, tinged with tears, came through the phone.
What? Audrey kidnapped?!
Kevin's mind went blank as he jumped to his feet, only to have his legs buckle and send him crashing to the floor, his phone flying out of his hand. Fighting through the pain, he crawled to retrieve it and stammered, “Sis, where are you? I'll come right away! Don’t worry!”
Suddenly, a burst of female laughter filled his ear, leaving Kevin utterly bewildered.
Audrey's voice returned, calmer now, “Kevin, are you alright? It was just a joke by my friends. They took my phone when I wasn’t looking. Did you need something?”
Realization dawned on Kevin. The voice earlier had sounded similar to his cousin's, and spoken so quickly in his panic he hadn't discerned the difference.
“Nothing much, I just missed you. Sis, I was really scared for a moment. I couldn’t bear the thought of anything happening to you,” Kevin said, choking up, realizing just how crucial Audrey had become in his life.
“There, there, I’m fine," Audrey soothed, hearing Kevin's sniffles. Her heart swelled with guilt, knowing he cared so deeply. She shot a furious glare at her mischievous friends, who had gone too far this time.
Audrey comforted Kevin, assuring him she'd be back in a few days. After exchanging some sweet words, Kevin hung up, reluctantly, and realized it was nearly 11 AM. He decided a couple of warmed-up bread rolls would suffice for lunch.
Kevin walked into the kitchen with two eggs, cracking them into a bowl and whisking them deftly with chopsticks. His phone rang again, Kimberly’s name lighting up the screen. Hastily setting the bowl down, he answered with a cheerful, “Kimberly, what can I do for you?”
“Kevin, come over to our place for lunch,” Kimberly invited. “My husband just got a call from his boss. He’s going to Clearbrook for training, and he’d like to thank you personally.”
“Kimberly, that’s not necessary,” Kevin hesitated, not eager to see Grant. “It was just a word in passing, nothing more.”
“What seemed easy for you was monumental for us. Kevin, I’ll be waiting at home. If you don’t come, I’ll keep waiting,” Kimberly insisted. She reflected on how, despite her husband’s years of groveling to Jordan, Kevin’s brief intervention had proven far more effective. Kevin's influence, whether due to his own merit or borrowed power, was undeniable.
“Alright, Kimberly.” Kevin conceded, putting the egg mixture in the fridge. He’d save it for dinner.
Half an hour later, Kevin arrived at the leadership compound and knocked on Kimberly’s door. Grant answered, effusively welcoming him in—a far cry from his earlier skepticism. The unexpected rewards from his wife’s involvement with Kevin had paid off handsomely. The previous night, as he drove Jordan home, Grant could see the legitimate curiosity and unease in Jordan’s demeanor, a clear testament to Kevin's sway.
Inside, Grant pulled Kevin onto the sofa, beaming. “Kevin, thanks a million for what you did last night.”
“It’s nothing, really. Kimberly’s been so kind to me, helping her is the least I could do,” Kevin smiled modestly, though he knew it was his personal relationship with Kimberly that had spurred him to act.
Kimberly emerged from the kitchen, placing a plate of garlic prawns on the dining table. She joined them at the sofa, greeting Kevin with a smile. She wore a light grey silk nightgown, snugly fitting her hips and accentuating her chest, though the neckline was demure. Her shapely, milky-white legs were exposed, and pink slippers adorned her delicate feet.
As he chatted casually with Grant, Kevin couldn’t help but steal glances at Kimberly’s enticing legs. They were long, straight, and well-toned—every bit as alluring as those of Audrey or Grace.
Damn, Grant’s one lucky bastard. He has such a sexy wife and doesn’t appreciate her. He deserves to be cuckolded.
The three sat at the dining table, with Grant on one side and Kevin and Kimberly on the other. The table was laden with dishes, eight in total, along with a bottle of local specialty liquor.
Grant poured himself a hefty glass of white liquor, nearly filling a cup, and then did the same for Kevin. “Here, Kevin, let’s skip the formalities. You’re like a younger brother to me. If you ever need anything, just say the word and I’ll take care of it. And Kimberly, make sure you give Kevin some extra help at school.”
“Do you even need to say that? Kevin is my student, of course I’m responsible for him,” Kimberly retorted, rolling her eyes at her husband. She then turned to Kevin with a concerned look, “Kevin, you shouldn’t drink. Have some juice instead.” She handed him a cold can of ....
“Men drinking juice? How boring!” Grant laughed. “How about this, Kevin? I’ll drink the hard stuff, and you drink beer. Today we drink till we drop, okay?”
Kevin wasn’t much of a drinker, but he didn't want to appear weak in front of Kimberly, so he accepted the beer and started drinking with Grant. After a while, Kevin had downed two bottles of beer, and Grant had drunk nearly half a liter of white liquor, slurring his words.
“Kevin, I’m not good with fancy words, but from now on, we’re family,” Grant said, patting Kevin on the shoulder and reeking of alcohol. “My house is your house, come by anytime you want. Oh, and call Kimberly ‘Elder Sister-in-law’ from now on!”
“Grant, you’ve had too much to drink,” Kimberly chastised with a glare, “Stop making a fool of yourself in front of Kevin.”
“What’s the big deal? I’m just being honest, Kevin, you’re like a brother to me,” Grant declared, thumping his chest. “I’m going to be away for training in a few days and will only be home once a month. I’m a bit worried about leaving my wife alone. You could come over and keep her company. No one else makes me feel at ease.”
“Don’t worry, Grant. I’ll take good care of my Elder Sister-in-law,” Kevin responded, his inhibitions lowered by the alcohol. “I’ll come over every night to keep her safe.” Mid-sentence, he felt a sudden sharp pain on his foot. He looked down to see a dainty, white foot quickly retract.
Kevin’s heart raced as he recalled the sensation of Kimberly’s foot brushing against his. Unable to resist, he slipped off his sandal and extended his leg under the table, soon finding Kimberly’s smooth calf with his toes, rubbing it gently.
Kimberly shifted in her seat, trying to pull her leg away, but Kevin’s foot chased after hers. She dared not retreat further, fearing Grant would notice. The boy’s toes continued to caress her calf, and she shot him a warning glance, trying to maintain her composure.
Flirting with a beautiful wife right under her husband’s nose—a scene straight out of an adult film. Kevin was ecstatic, especially with the alcohol emboldening him. Ignoring Kimberly’s pleading eyes, he continued to tease her leg with his toes, reveling in the thrill.
Grant, oblivious to Kevin’s antics, continued drinking and boasting about his career aspirations, confident he’d climb the ranks within a few years, unaware that Kevin was fondling his wife under the table.
Grant eventually drank an entire bottle , still clamoring for more. Kimberly frowned, “That’s enough, Grant. Don’t you have to go to the office this afternoon?”
“It’s fine. This much won't affect me,” Grant replied, though his speech was now slurred. Kimberly had to half-drag, half-carry him to the bedroom.
When Kimberly returned to the dining room, she found Kevin slumped over the table, fast asleep. She sighed, bent down, and gently whispered in his ear, “Kevin, wake up. If you want to sleep, head to the sofa.”
Kevin raised his head groggily, mumbling, “I’m fine, Kimberly. Don’t worry about me.” He tried to stand but stumbled and leaned heavily against Kimberly.
Caught off guard, Kimberly instinctively supported him, struggling to guide him toward the sofa. Her ample bosom brushed against his arm, making her feel hot and flustered. She suppressed her urges and gently laid him down on the sofa. Just as she was about to step away, Kevin’s arm snaked around her waist, pulling her down onto his chest, their bodies pressed intimately together. The firmness of Kevin’s arousal was unmistakable against her.
“Kevin, let go. I’m Kimberly; we can’t do this,” Kimberly whispered, her voice trembling. She braced her hands on his chest, attempting to push away, but Kevin’s grip on her waist was unyielding.
“I like you, Kimberly,” Kevin declared, his vision hazy but his intentions clear. He breathed in her scent, his head spinning, and leaned in to kiss her passionately on the lips.
“Mmm… we really shouldn’t…” Kimberly moaned, her voice muffled against his lips. She tried to resist, her hands pushing at his arms in a last-ditch effort to uphold her dignity and professionalism as a teacher. But as Kevin’s hand slipped under her nightgown, caressing her smooth thighs and buttocks, she felt her resolve crumble. The sensations were too overwhelming, and she soon gave in, her body relaxing, her lips parting to welcome his, even reciprocating his kiss.
Kevin held the flaming hot body of his young English teacher, kissing her passionately, his hands roaming her back and buttocks. He felt Kimberly's breath quickening, her ample, soft breasts pressing against his chest, generating a fervent heat through his body. A wave of arousal surged from his chest to his lower regions, causing his manhood to swell and press hard against her voluptuous form. He lifted Kimberly's nightgown, kneading her firm, rounded buttocks, reveling in the intoxicating sensation.
The thought of Kimberly's husband Grant lying just in the next room heightened Kevin's thrill, driving him to slip his hand to the teacher’s private area. He fondled her through her panties, soon feeling them grow moist, a sign of her rising arousal. His fingers teased the outer folds, while his mouth met Kimberly's, his tongue prying her lips open to explore inside. Kimberly, though hesitant, began to respond, her legs instinctively clamping together to prevent his fingers from delving deeper.
Kevin knew he had to act decisively; there was no room for hesitation. While kissing Kimberly, he tugged at her panties, soon pulling the black lacy garment down to her knees. His hand made direct contact with her alluring sex, feeling the plump lips, soft pubic hair, and the delicate, warm skin. He was spellbound by the sultry sensation, his fingers parting the tender folds to reveal a pink entrance from which crystalline arousal seeped. Unable to resist, he slipped his middle finger inside.
“Ah… Kevin, not here…,” Kimberly pleaded, her body trembling. “He might hear us. Wait until he leaves, okay?”
“Kimberly, it'll be fine. We’ll just be quiet,” Kevin reassured her, now ablaze with desire, unable to hold back. He thrust his finger inside her a dozen times, feeling the wetness increase. Retracting his hand, he hastily undressed, his reddened erection standing firm and close to his abdomen.
Kimberly bit her lip, conflicted. She knew she shouldn't be doing this, especially with her husband so near, but her body craved it. The sheer force of her burgeoning desire overw
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