Evan quickly thought of a reason, "Ah... Mrs. Lindsay?" "She is good in everything, but sometimes she is too strict with us. I am actually afraid to ask her questions, because she is not as patient as you, Mrs. Jennifer."
Jennifer chuckled and said, "That's because you are not a student in our class. I have no responsibility for you. If you were in our class, do you think I would be patient with you? But you can come to me if you want, but it's best not to let Mrs. Lindsay know."
Seeing that Jennifer agreed, Evan was overjoyed. He finally took the first step to get close to Jennifer, and he knew that he could now go to her openly, without having to worry about Lindsay finding out.
It was a calculated move on Jennifer's part when she agreed to let Evan come to see her. Her motivations were twofold. Firstly, she genuinely believed that Evan possessed a remarkable talent, and his passion for learning was something she wanted to nurture, regardless of whether he was her student or not.
Secondly, she hoped to divert Evan's attention away from Lindsay, a friend she cherished, whom she had observed was the object of Evan's affections.
These observations had led her to believe that Evan's thoughts about Lindsay were perhaps more intimate than they should be.
As someone who valued Lindsay's well-being, Jennifer wanted to discreetly address the situation before it escalated into a scandal.
However, unbeknownst to Jennifer, Lindsay and Evan had already begun secretly meeting in the evenings, and Evan's sights were now set on her.
Jennifer's actions inadvertently made it easier for Evan to approach her, a move that could be seen as self-defeating.
As the shoes were repaired, Jennifer handed the master two dollars, a token of appreciation for his work. The master, with a knowing smile, cautioned her that the shoes were still fragile and needed some time to dry the glue.
He offered her a discount of fifty cents for any future repairs, a gesture that Evan found amusing, given the master's lingering gaze at Jennifer's thighs.
Evan's thoughts were a mix of amusement and annoyance, wondering why the master couldn't see that he had already given him a generous opportunity to admire Jennifer's figure.
Upon hearing the master's words, Jennifer hesitated, weighing her options. Although her home was just a short distance away, she was worried about the heel of her shoe falling off again on the way.
However, she couldn't afford to wait for several hours.
Evan, quick to offer assistance, suggested that Jennifer should go with him on the bike, citing the risk of her heel falling off again.
His words were laced with a hint of reassurance, and Jennifer, without much thought, accepted his offer.
As she sat behind Evan, her arms wrapped around his waist, and her plump, soft body pressed against his back, they presented a picture of a young couple returning home from work. The intimacy of the moment was palpable, and Evan couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement.
As they navigated the bumpy road, Jennifer's buttocks ached from the rough terrain, but Evan reveled in the sensation.
He enjoyed the gentle pressure of Jennifer's big breasts against his back and wished that the road ahead would be just as challenging.
With a surge of strength, Evan rode up a slope, and they finally arrived at Jennifer's alley.
The darkness of the alley was oppressive, with no streetlights to illuminate the way.
Evan's frown deepened as he wondered what dangers might lurk in the shadows.
Jennifer, too, was helpless, and every time she returned home to see the dark entrance to the alley, she felt a shiver run down her spine.
"Why is there no light?" Evan asked, his voice laced with concern.
"There used to be a lamp, but it was smashed by some kid, and no one has repaired it since," Jennifer replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
Evan's expression turned determined. "Mrs. Jennifer, let me take you in," he said, his voice firm. With Jennifer sitting on the bike, Evan carefully guided the it to the door of her house, his eyes scanning the darkness of the alley for any signs of danger.
It was a warm summer evening, and the moon cast an ethereal glow over the quiet neighborhood.
Jennifer stepped down and gazed at Evan, who stood before her, his chest heaving with exertion in the moonlight.
She hesitated for a moment, her eyes locked on his sweaty form, before speaking in a gentle tone, "You look so flushed. Why don't you come in and rest for a while before leaving?" The words slipped from her lips, a genuine concern etched on her face.
As she stood there, memories of her husband's recent departure on a business trip flooded her mind. Jennifer was now alone in the house, a feeling that had become all too familiar.
She had grown accustomed to the solitude, but it also meant she had to be extra cautious about who she let into her home.
On one hand, she wanted to protect herself from potential harm, and on the other, she was acutely aware of the gossip that could spread like wildfire among the neighbors.
Despite her initial reservations, Jennifer had felt an unexpected connection with Evan during their brief encounter.
His kind nature and willingness to help her had left a lasting impression. Moreover, Evan's age was a significant factor in her decision-making – he was just a young boy, barely eighteen or nineteen, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of responsibility towards him.
Evan, for his part, was thrilled at the prospect of entering Jennifer's home. He had never expected such an opportunity to arise, and his excitement was palpable as he followed her into the yard.
The air was thick with anticipation, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at having accomplished something he had never thought possible.
As they stepped into the house, Jennifer led Evan to the cozy living room, where he collapsed onto the plush sofa, his eyes scanning the space with a mix of curiosity and relief. Jennifer poured him a glass of water and asked him to rest for a while, before disappearing into the bedroom to change her clothes.
The bedroom was a serene oasis, with a Simmons double bed at its center, adorned with a beautiful wedding photo of Jennifer and her husband on the headboard.
A large wardrobe and a dressing table stood nearby, their surfaces polished to a warm sheen. Jennifer changed into a pair of slippers and carefully placed her high heels at the door, a habit she had developed over the years.
She then made her way to the wardrobe, intent on retrieving a set of pajamas, but her hands hesitated as she reached for the door handle.
A sudden memory flashed in her mind – the unwanted touch in the supermarket, the feeling of unease that lingered long after the encounter.
She had always changed her clothes as soon as she got home, a ritual that brought her a sense of comfort and security.
But now, with Evan waiting in the living room, she felt a pang of uncertainty. What if he were to burst in on her, uninvited? The thought sent a shiver down her spine.
As she stood there, frozen in indecision, Jennifer's mind began to wander.
Was she being overly cautious?
Evan was just a young boy, after all, and she had taken the initiative to invite him into her home. Yet, a nagging voice whispered in her ear, warning her of the potential consequences of her actions.
It was a moment of quiet contemplation for Jennifer as she pondered her next move. She decided to change her clothes, a task that would only take a few minutes of her time. By the time she finished, Evan would have almost rested, and she could send him out with ease.
Lost in thought, Jennifer made her way to the door, closing it just ajar. The latch, once a reliable means of securing the door, had long since been broken by her husband. Given the infrequent visits they received, Jennifer had never seen the need to replace it.
With a gentle touch, Jennifer walked over to the dressing mirror, her eyes fixed on her reflection. She slipped off her sweatshirt, revealing the smooth, unblemished expanse of her upper body.
Her breasts, two perfectly rounded orbs, were encased in a delicate lace bra. As she reached behind her back to unfasten the bra, the lacy fabric fell away, freeing her breasts from their confinement.
Jennifer's gaze lingered on her reflection, a hint of pride dancing in her eyes. She twisted her body, the movement causing her breasts to shift and tremble. The two bright red nipples, like tiny rose petals, seemed to beckon her attention. For a moment, she forgot that she was alone in the room.
The world outside seemed to fade away as Jennifer stood before the mirror, lost in admiration of her own reflection. Her breasts, two plump and tantalizing orbs, seemed to defy gravity, their very presence a testament to her femininity. It was a sight that had been witnessed by only one person in her life – her husband – and even that had been a fleeting glance.
A sudden memory flashed into her mind, and Jennifer's expression turned thoughtful. She recalled the time she had visited Lindsay, her friend, to check on her breasts. Lindsay had seemed flustered and distracted, and Jennifer couldn't help but wonder if she had examined her properly.