Mia's hand gripped the doorknob. She felt an urge to go to Kevin and tell him she liked him too, asking him to stay the night with her. But only for one night. Tomorrow, they would forget everything and return to being teacher and student.

However, Mia couldn't bring herself to open the door, her face showing a struggle. Finally, she let go of the handle, leaning weakly against the door. The idea was too crazy, too naive. Once Pandora's box was opened, it would be hard to close. Look at Kevin and Camila Cortez. Even if Camila wanted to keep her distance, could she? Once a woman fell in love, the result was always the same—like a moth to a flame, burning until nothing was left.

Just then, Mia heard footsteps outside the door, stopping behind her. It was Kevin. Her heart pounded. Had he come to stay the night with her, just as she had imagined?

A Different Outcome

Mia Wilson could still hear Kevin's heavy breathing through the thick door. She knew he was struggling, just like she was. Mia held her breath, hoping Kevin wouldn't notice her. She thought, if he had the guts to knock, it would be a sign, and she wouldn't resist. She'd open the door and agree to whatever he wanted.

But Kevin didn't knock. Instead, he said softly, "Ms. Wilson, I finished the reciting you asked for, a hundred times. I didn't slack off. I always keep my promises. I'm heading home now. Goodbye. And, Ms. Wilson. I love you. I always will."

With that, he turned and left. Behind the door, Mia felt a pang of loss, but soon a sweet smile spread across her face, warmth filling her heart. "Kevin, I love you too, truly."

Midterm Rewards

Friday noon was overcast, with gusts of wind hinting at a storm. The streets were nearly empty, and a group of girls in short skirts huddled together, shivering in the sudden chill that replaced the morning's sunny warmth.

But inside an office on the second floor of the school's building, things were heating up. On a clean bed lay a voluptuous middle-aged woman, completely naked, her fair, plump body exposed. Her large, white breasts bounced with her movements, creating waves of flesh, and she let out seductive groans.

In front of her knelt a young man, also naked. He had her thick thighs over his shoulders, lifting her ample buttocks, thrusting his large cock in and out of her plump, fair pussy, creating a rhythmic slapping sound. Suddenly, the woman's body began to convulse violently.

Her legs tensed, her large buttocks shook, and she gripped the iron bars of the bedhead tightly. The young man picked up the pace, thrusting deeply into her, their combined fluids soaking the sheets. Soon, he let out a shout, collapsing onto her fair, plump body, breathing heavily, a look of bliss on his face.

The middle-aged woman sighed contentedly, looking at the boy lying on her ample breasts with affection. She picked up a towel and wiped the sweat from his forehead, scolding gently, "Look at you sweating so much. You must be tired. You've been studying so hard these days. I told you to wait until evening, but you insisted on now. You're still growing: you need to learn moderation, understand?"

The boy buried his face between her breasts, playing with one of them absentmindedly. "I know, Ms. Cortez. You've said it dozens of times. I was just happy. Besides, you promised to reward me if I did well on my midterm."

These two were, of course, Kevin and Camila Cortez. That morning, the midterm results were announced. Kevin ranked eighth in the class, keeping his top ten spot, with the highest English score in the class and second in the grade. He hadn't let Camila down, but his performance was overshadowed by Zoey Jackson, who ranked first in the class and the grade, with top scores in all subjects except English. Her reputation as a top student was spreading, overshadowing her previous title as the most beautiful girl in the class.

Ivan Simmons placed twentieth, a decent performance, while Mike Adams made a surprising leap from fortieth to eleventh, almost breaking into the top group. He was the dark horse of the 57th class, and his friends took him out to celebrate. Kevin, seizing the opportunity, sneaked into Camila's office to claim his reward. Camila, with no other choice, undressed and indulged in a passionate session with him.

Camila's Rules and Affection

But Camila wasn't always so indulgent. Kevin had indeed performed well this week—paying attention in class, finishing homework on time, and behaving during her tutoring sessions. She felt he deserved a little reward to keep him motivated.

To avoid affecting his studies and protect his health, Camila had set a rule after several heated arguments and near-falling-outs: they could only make love three times a week, with an extra session as a reward for good behavior and a reduction for bad behavior.

One night, eager for more, Kevin ejaculated four times in a row, leaving him too weak to get out of bed. Camila had to add another rule: no more than two ejaculations per session. Fortunately, Kevin's stamina usually limited their sessions to about eighteen minutes each, or she might have had to impose a time limit as well.

Reflecting on her twenty-plus years of teaching and the countless strict class rules she had enforced, Camila found it ironic that she now had such intimate and embarrassing rules with a student. Hugging Kevin, she asked, "Kevin, do you regret giving your first time to me? I'm an older woman who's had a child, not like those young teachers. Do you feel cheated?"

"Ms. Cortez, you're not old at all. I think you're getting younger. Your skin is getting softer, and your breasts are getting firmer. I can hardly hold them." Kevin said with a cheeky grin. He had learned to read Camila's moods better. Compared to Mia, Camila was easier to gauge—her anger was evident, and her heart was warm. A few sweet words usually calmed her down. Besides, he didn't regret it. If it weren't for Camila, he wouldn't have lost his virginity so early or enjoyed such a fulfilling sex life. Plus, she was dedicated to his education. Kevin felt only gratitude towards her.

"You sweet talker, you know how to make me happy," Camila smiled, her heart melting. Despite being in her thirties, having a young man so infatuated with her was the greatest compliment. Looking at Kevin with deep affection, she said, "I don't care if you're sincere or not, Kevin. I'm truly content now. I don't expect to be with you forever. I just want to spend these three years with you. When you go to college, you'll meet many young girls. Then, you should forget about me."

As she spoke, her eyes grew moist, and she felt a pang of sadness. "Ms. Cortez, please don't cry. I'll never forget you." Kevin said, trying to comfort Camila Cortez. "No matter where I go, you'll always be my favorite teacher. How could I ever forget you?"

"Kevin, that means a lot to me," Camila said, tears in her eyes as she kissed him. Her smooth, fair thighs intertwined with Kevin's, savoring the skin-to-skin contact. Before long, Kevin's cock, still inside Camila, got hard again.

A Final Session and Suspicion

"You naughty boy, can't you behave?" Camila scolded, feeling the change. "Get out. You have classes this afternoon, or you'll be too tired."

"Come on, Camila, just one more time. I'll be quick," Kevin grinned, already thrusting into her. He felt her tightness around him, sending waves of pleasure through his body.

Camila, caught up in the moment, raised her hips to meet his thrusts, letting him go deeper. The room filled with her muffled moans.

Kevin picked up the pace, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, his hips smacking against her. After fifty or sixty thrusts, he couldn't hold back and came again, though this time it was less intense.

Since Camila had already climaxed twice earlier, she didn't reach orgasm this time. She was just satisfying Kevin's needs. Seeing him panting on top of her, she said, "Look at you, exhausted again. You always insist on going twice. If you keep this up, we'll have to cut down to twice a week."

"Ms. Cortez, don't be so harsh." Kevin said, climbing off and pulling out his limp cock, waving it in front of her with a grin. "If you don't satisfy it, what if it goes looking elsewhere?"

"You've grown bold. Tell me honestly, have you been fooling around with Mia Wilson?" Camila's face darkened as she grabbed Kevin's cock, sneering. "No wonder Mia's been coming around less. She's too guilty to face me."

"Injustice, Camila! We didn't do anything." Kevin said, not daring to move as she held his sensitive organ. He explained with a pained expression, "I was just joking. I'd love to, but Ms. Wilson won't let me. You know her temper—she's not as easygoing as you."

Kevin had initially thought Camila was strict and Mia was gentle, but over time, he realized Mia had quite a temper too. She just hid it well, creating a false impression. One wrong word from him would set her off. On the other hand, Camila, despite her stern appearance, was the one who always gave in when he wanted something.

Camila knew Kevin wasn't lying. She understood Mia's ambivalence, wanting to take that step but unable to overcome her own barriers. Mia was too proud to let go of her dignity. Camila remembered how she had shamelessly seduced Kevin and sighed. Sometimes, a woman needed to be a bit shameless to find happiness. Hesitation and pride only led to self-torment.

Maybe someone needed to give Mia a push, but that person couldn't be Camila. Even though she and Mia were close, this was something she could only watch from the sidelines. Mia was married, and dragging her into an affair was wrong. Camila's own relationship with Kevin was already scandalous enough. Helping Kevin seduce another teacher would be too much.

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