She looked away, trying to focus on the lesson at hand, but her eyes kept drifting back to Evan's penis, its size and shape etched into her mind like a permanent scar.
Evan, on the other hand, was in a state of pure ecstasy.
He had never felt so alive, so connected to another human being.
He was aware of Jennifer's gaze, but he didn't care.
He was too caught up in the moment, too consumed by his own desires. He began to move his body, his hips swaying to an unheard rhythm, his penis throbbing with a life of its own.
"Why do you take so long?" Jennifer asked, her voice barely above a whisper. She knew that long-term erection without ejaculation was bad for the body, and she was worried about Evan's well-being.
But Evan just shook his head, his eyes closed in rapture.
He didn't know what was going on, but he knew that he was on the verge of something incredible.
And then, in a moment of pure madness, Evan asked Jennifer to help him. He looked up at her, his eyes pleading, and asked if she would join him in this moment of pure intimacy. Jennifer's face turned red with anger, but she knew that she had to maintain her composure.
She shook her head, her voice firm, and told Evan that he was still a freshman in high school, and that he needed to focus on his studies, not indulge in fantasies of a grown woman.
Evan was taken aback by Jennifer's words, but he knew that she was right. He was still a student, and he needed to focus on his education, not get caught up in his own desires.
He looked down at his penis, its size and shape still etched into his mind, and knew that he had to make a change.
He took a deep breath, and with a newfound sense of determination, he began to walk away from Jennifer, leaving behind the moment of pure intimacy that had almost consumed him.
As he walked out of the alley, Evan felt a sense of relief wash over him.
He knew that he had come close to crossing a line, but he was grateful that Jennifer had been there to stop him.
He thought about his mother, and how she would be devastated if she knew about his desires.
He thought about his studies, and how he needed to focus on his education, not indulge in fantasies of a grown woman.
And as he walked home, Evan knew that he had learned a valuable lesson. He had come close to losing himself in his own desires, but Jennifer had been there to stop him.
He knew that he needed to be more careful, more mindful of his actions, and more focused on his education.
He took a deep breath, and with a newfound sense of determination, he began to walk towards a brighter future, one where he would be a man of principle, with a strong sense of self and a clear direction in life.
It was a quiet evening at Jennifer's home, the stillness of the night broken only by the distant hum of crickets. She had finally solved Evan's problem and sent him away, feeling a sense of relief wash over her.
As she stood in her bathroom, the warm water of the shower cascading down her skin, she felt a sense of calm wash over her.
It was almost nine o'clock, and she was ready to take a shower and slip into bed. But as she stood under the water, she suddenly heard the sound of someone knocking at the door.
She wondered who it could be, so late in the night.
Could it be Evan, returning again so soon?
Jennifer quickly dried herself, wrapping herself in a snow-white bath towel, and made her way to the door.
As she opened it, a tall, skinny man in his thirties stood before her, his mustache and shiny hair a stark contrast to his triangular eyes, which seemed to be drinking in every detail of her appearance.
A dirty beer bottle dangled from his hand, and the smell of alcohol wafted up to her, making her frown in annoyance. This was Dokko Jin, her next-door neighbor, a man who had always been a bit of a mystery to her. He was a state cadre, or so he claimed, and was always talking big, but in reality, he was as timid as a mouse.
Jennifer had always been wary of Jin, especially since her husband had gone on a business trip. He would often come to visit her under the influence of alcohol, chatting with her for hours and refusing to leave, even when she tried to shoo him away.
It was all very annoying, but she couldn't get angry with him, not when they were neighbors and she had a good relationship with his wife.
But as she looked at Jin standing before her, she felt a pang of disappointment. She had been thinking about Evan, and how nice it was to have someone to talk to at night.
She had invited him over, and they had spent hours chatting, laughing and joking together.
Suddenly, she felt a little lost, a little lonely. Jin's presence was a reminder that she was still alone, and that her life was still monotonous and dull.
Jennifer hid her disappointment behind a mask of politeness, her voice firm but friendly. "Jin, it's so late. Is there something wrong?"
She tried to sound nonchalant, but she couldn't help but notice the way he was looking at her, his eyes drinking in every detail of her appearance.
His gaze lingered on her wet hair, her snow-white bath towel, and the plump breasts that were barely concealed beneath it.
She felt a shiver run down her spine as she realized that he was staring at her, really staring at her, and she felt a surge of discomfort.
Jin's smile was a little too wide, a little too forced, as he replied, "Don't be so polite, big sister. Just call me Brother Jin. Your sister-in-law is on night shift, and I cooked some quick-frozen dumplings. I'm out of vinegar, so I'll borrow some from you."
He shook the beer bottle in his hand, his eyes never leaving hers, and Jennifer felt a sense of unease wash over her.
She took a step back, her hands instinctively covering her chest, as she tried to process what was happening.
But Jin was relentless, his eyes fixed on her as he continued to chat, his words flowing easily as he talked about his wife's work, his cooking, and his life.
Jennifer listened politely, her mind racing with thoughts of Evan, and how much she missed his company. She felt a pang of guilt, knowing that she was being unfair to Jin, but she couldn't help but feel a sense of relief when he finally said, "Oh, okay, okay. I'll leave now."
As she watched him walk out of the door, Jennifer felt a sense of relief wash over her.
She was glad to be alone again, to be able to think about Evan without the distraction of Jin's presence.
But as she stood there, she couldn't shake the feeling that Jin's eyes had left her with, a sense of being seen, of being desired.