Evan felt a rush of excitement, his heart pounding in his chest as he continued, "I want to fuck the teacher's pussy." The words tumbled out of his mouth, and he felt a sense of liberation wash over him.
He thought that there was probably no student in No. 3 Middle School who was more daring than himself, who dared to say such dirty words in front of the teacher.
It was a moment of unbridled honesty, and Jennifer was not mentally prepared for the raw, unfiltered words that spilled from Evan's lips.
Her face burned with a fiery heat, and she couldn't bear to look at him, but she knew she had to confront this uncharted territory head-on.
With a furrowed brow, she spoke, her voice laced with a mix of shock and concern, "Evan, you're a high school student, and those words are far too explicit. Are you suggesting you want to have sex with me? That's...coitus, or sexual intercourse."
Evan's face reddened as he scratched his head, his embarrassment palpable, "I'm sorry, Mrs. Jennifer. We often use those terms, and it comes naturally to us. I mean, I want to have sex with you."
In reality, Evan and his friends frequently employed such coarse language, and it seemed that only by speaking in this manner could they truly feel a spark of excitement.
Sometimes, when Evan masturbated, lost in thoughts of Jennifer, he would whisper crude phrases, his voice trembling with desire, "Jennifer, I'm going to fuck your slutty pussy, and so on."
This only served to heighten his arousal, but he never imagined that one day he would utter such words in the presence of his revered teacher.
Jennifer's expression softened, and her demeanor relaxed, "It's just a different way of saying it. It doesn't mean anything." She seemed to have taken the first step towards bridging the gap between them, and now, she could converse with Evan on any topic without hesitation.
"Evan, do you know what sex is?" Jennifer asked, her curiosity piqued. She wanted to gauge Evan's understanding of the subject so that she could determine where to begin guiding him.
Evan nodded, his eyes gleaming with a mix of knowledge and innocence, "I know a little." While having sex with Lindsay and exploring it with friends he had acquired a wealth of information from pornographic books and third-level movies.
However, this knowledge was incomplete, riddled with exaggerations and distortions.
"Then tell me what you know." Jennifer's voice was laced with a sense of discovery, and Evan began to recount his understanding of sex.
"Making love is the process of a man inserting his penis into a woman's vagina, rubbing it, and finally ejaculating, that is, sexual intercourse. Because it's usually carried out between two opposite sexes who like each other, it's called making love. There are many positions for making love, but the most common ones are the front and the back. Before making love, the man should caress the woman and touch the woman's sensitive parts. The sensitive parts of women are usually the earlobes, neck, armpits, nipples, labia, and toes. This is called foreplay. The role of foreplay is to create a harmonious atmosphere and allow the female vagina to secrete lubricating substances to avoid friction and pain during sexual intercourse. Afterwards, the man should also give the woman some caress."
Jennifer's eyes widened in surprise, her expression a mix of shock and admiration. She had expected Evan to know only basic terms, but he had revealed a depth of knowledge that even her husband might not possess. Moreover, Jennifer's husband had never bothered with foreplay, never considering her emotional well-being.
Evan's words were laced with a sense of nonchalance, "Mrs. Jennifer, these are all from the physiology and hygiene books."
He didn't think there was anything unusual about this, as all the students had once received a must-read book for couples, and they had passed it around, treating it like a pornographic book. It was an indirect way to disseminate knowledge about sex.
"So if you have the impulse, how will you deal with it?" Jennifer asked again, her voice tinged with concern. In reality, learning to channel one's sexual impulse was the most critical issue.
There were many perverts, sexual deviants, and nymphomaniacs in society, and they were all caused by the sexual impulse not being channeled in a timely manner.
"Masturbating," Evan replied honestly, but this was his previous way of coping with the problem. Now that he had Lindsay, he rarely masturbated anymore.
"Oh, how do you do it?" Jennifer blurted out, her words a mix of curiosity and regret.
She knew that asking this would likely lead to Evan misunderstanding her intentions.
In reality, she was genuinely curious, as she had always been a girl, and although she knew that boys would masturbate, she had no idea how to do it specifically. Her question was a desire to understand the unknown.
Evan was taken aback, his expression a mix of surprise and embarrassment. He hadn't expected Jennifer to ask this, and for a moment, he felt a pang of self-consciousness.
However, he remembered the time he had accidentally caught a glimpse of Jennifer's naked body and seen her private parts.
Now, it seemed only fair that Jennifer should see his penis. He stood up, pulled his pants down to his knees, grasped his somewhat limp penis in his hand, and began to stroke it up and down.
The motion was slow and deliberate, his fingers moving in a gentle, soothing rhythm.
Normally, it would have been a typical evening in Evan's life, filled with the usual routine of school and extracurricular activities.
But tonight was different.
Tonight, he had decided to take a risk and push the boundaries with his beautiful teacher, Jennifer.
He had been fantasizing about her for a long time, and the thought of being close to her was too enticing to resist.
As he stood in front of her, his heart racing with anticipation, he knew that this was a moment he would never forget.
Jennifer was about to explain the intricacies of human physiology, but Evan had other plans. He took a deep breath, and with a confident smile, he began to reveal himself to her.
His fingers danced across his body, and in a matter of seconds, his penis sprang to life, standing proud and unapologetic.
Jennifer's eyes widened in shock as she took in the sight of Evan's erect penis, its thick and long length glistening with a hint of moisture.
She had never seen anything like it before, and the sudden realization that she was witnessing a man's most intimate moment left her breathless.
Evan's penis was a masterpiece of human engineering, its red and black skin a testament to his youth and vitality.
As he moved, crystal clear prostate fluid flowed out of the urethra, a testament to his arousal.
Jennifer's eyes were fixed on the sight, her mind racing with a mix of shock, curiosity, and a hint of fascination.
She had never seen anything like this before, and the sudden urge to touch it with her hands was almost overwhelming.
But Jennifer was a woman of principle, and she knew that she had to maintain her composure.
She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart, and reminded herself that she was a teacher, not a temptress.