Kevin was indeed very disappointed and also a bit terrified. After his affair with Alissa, he had been lost in the pleasures of sex and nothing else to think about. However, his encounter with Audrey made him realize that he was doing something incredibly ridiculous. If his illicit relationship with Alissa were to be found out, the consequences would be unimaginable.
If their sexual relationship were discovered, the school would likely expel him. In that case, he couldn't bear to imagine how his mother would react.
Alissa would end up even worse. She would surely lose her job, and her husband would never tolerate such a disgrace, undoubtedly throwing her out. Alissa would then be labeled as a promiscuous woman, scorned by everyone.
The more Kevin thought about it, the more scared he felt. This was different from the porn he and Albert Williams had watched, where the affairs were never discovered. This city was so open that it would accept their behavior; however, a student having an affair with a teacher would never be considered ethical.This was so open a city that would accept their behaviour; a student having an affair with a teacher would never be considered ethical.
Thinking about this, Kevin broke out in a cold sweat. He hurried back to the classroom to put down his homework. Glancing back at the second floor where Alissa's office light was still on, he felt anxious and uncertain about how Alissa would cover it up. He hoped Audrey wouldn't discover their secret.
Kevin walked out of the school gate, feeling his anxiety slowly subside. Things might go better than he thought. First, he had only called Alissa by her name, which, though inappropriate, didn't directly indicate an affair between them. Secondly, it was normal for him, as the English class representative, to visit Alissa. Since they were not caught when they were doing it, Audrey could only suspect without any proof.
Moreover, Kevin didn't think Audrey was the type who loved to meddle. She was often seen walking alone around the school and considered somewhat solitary and not very sociable. Even if she discovered his and Alissa's scandalous relationship, she would likely despise them in her heart rather than report it to the school.
However, this incident would definitely tarnish Audrey's impression of him. She may view him as a bad student who wasn’t devoted to his study. He would lose any chance of getting close to her, let alone dreaming of having her body.
Thinking about how he would never have the chance to touch Audrey's snow-white, full breasts again, Kevin felt a pang of melancholy. From now on, he could only make love to Audrey in his dreams.
As for his relationship with Alissa, he was curious if it should continue. Kevin worried that the longer it went on, the more likely it would be discovered. But the thought of not seeing Alissa again was unbearable. She was his first woman and had given him unparalleled physical pleasure. Now, when he dreamed at night, it wasn't just Audrey he saw, but Alissa as well.
‘Oh well, I'll take it one step at a time.’ Kevin thought to himself.
Kevin shook his head and walked briskly forward. At an intersection, he suddenly heard laughter not far away. Turning his head, he saw a group of fifteen or sixteen-year-old hooligans surrounding a girl, spewing dirty words and occasionally pinching her fair cheeks. The girl, terrified, tried to escape but was blocked, tears streaming down her face.
‘Isn't that Laura Jones? Why hasn't she gone home yet?’ Kevin pondered.
Kevin quickly ran over and shouted, "What are you doing? Let her go!"
The hooligans were stunned by Kevin 's burly figure. Knowing they couldn't win and feeling a bit guilty, they hurried away.
Kevin watched them run off before turning to Laura Jones and asking with concern, "Laura, are you okay?"
Laura, with tears in her eyes and a pale face, was clearly frightened. She instinctively shook her head and said, "Kevin , thank you."
"As long as you're okay." Kevin looked her over, seeing that her school uniform was intact. He guessed the hooligans hadn't dared to do anything more than talk dirty.
"Let's go. I'll walk you home." Laura Jones nodded and took a few steps with Kevin before stopping and bursting into tears. She had twisted her ankle during the struggle so she couldn't walk.
"What should we do? I don't have a bike to carry you." Kevin appeared troubled as he looked around but found no one else. After a moment of hesitation, he said, "How about I carry you on my back?" Kevin wasn't trying to take advantage of Laura Jones; he just wanted to get her home quickly. Who knew if those hooligans would come back? Kevin didn't fear them but didn't want unnecessary complications.
Laura Jones blushed, looking at Kevin with some embarrassment before shyly nodding.
Kevin squatted down to let Laura Jones climb onto his back. He strode forward, her hands gripping his shoulders while he held her legs.
Though Laura Jones was tall, she was slender, which made her light to carry. Kevin thought that if one day, Alissa ever asked him to carry her on his back, he might not be able to manage. Her large buttocks and full breasts added several pounds to her, but what man would refuse such a favor? It would be too easy to take advantage of her in that situation.
Kevin was unavoidably taking advantaging now. Although he had no intention, his hands, holding her legs through her school uniform, couldn't help but slide upwards due to her slippery legs. So he had no choice but to support her buttocks.
Laura Jones's buttocks, though not as fleshy as Alissa's, were soft and had their charm. Kevin worried she might misunderstand him, so he coughed and said, "Hold on tighter, or you'll keep slipping."
Laura Jones murmured in agreement, her face flushed with nervous. This was her first time to be so close to a boy. Lying on Kevin 's back, she didn't dare lean fully against him, knowing her breasts would press against him. She tried to keep her body up, holding onto Kevin 's collar for balance.
But this put her full weight on Kevin 's hands and made her slip. When Kevin 's hand touched her buttocks, Laura Jones's breath almost stopped. For a girl, the buttocks were as sensitive as the breasts. Allowing a boy to touch her buttocks was almost as intimate as letting him touch her breasts.