Chapter 22

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.”