Oliver, however, had different thoughts on his mind. He didn't want to stop doing what he was doing. After all, why would he give up when things were going so well for him? Yes, he would have to work harder in order to stay in school, but that was still manageable. For him, there was no reason to quit sothing he loved just because soone else disapproved of it.
The thought of continuing to indulge in pleasure and experience the wonderful feeling of sex with the many willing partners that he had crossed paths with excited him, and Oliver wanted more. As a result, even if Rebecca's words might have sounded convincing and well-intentioned at first, that no longer mattered.
"Let ask you a question, Rebecca," Oliver said, looking into her eyes. "What is the point of life if we cannot have so fun with it? What good is it to live our lives on repeat and do the sa things day after day, year after year? Tell , what has beco of most people who graduated? They end up as wage slaves in so cubicle, typing away for money to support their families or pay for their bills. The happiest among them only get to go on vacation once every couple of years, but even then, their lives remain monotonous. So tell , is that what you would rather be doing? Slogging away at your job just so you can make a living?"
It was now Rebecca's turn to stand in stunned silence. He had asked a question that had caught her off guard. After a mont, she replied, "Why should I be worried about that when I can beco a professional who is valuable to society? I want to be a teacher, soone who can teach and share my knowledge with others. I don't think this is a waste of ti, and it will never be boring."
"I am sure that is what you want," Oliver said, but he wasn't convinced. "But is that what everyone wants? Do you think everyone gets to live their dreams? No, that isn't how it works. Everyone cannot have the perfect life. So have to suffer and do sothing they don't like just because that is what society expects of them. You must understand that it is not possible for us to all have a happy and fulfilling life."
"So will have to suffer through hardship while others enjoy the benefits of living a good life. I would rather not be part of the group that has to struggle. Instead, I want to live an interesting and fun life full of adventures. Of course, I am not going to neglect my studies, but I will never forget to have fun either."
Oliver knew that he had made a sound argunt, and he felt satisfied with what he had said. Still, even if he was right about his reasoning, there was no way he could change soone else's view. So would continue to think that he was doing sothing wrong, and so be it.
"I see what you an," Rebecca replied after she thought for a minute. She was seeing his point of view, and there was so sense in what he was saying. It was sothing that she couldn't ignore. "Then explain this to . Why are you doing all those naughty things at school? Wouldn't it make more sense to do that kind of stuff sowhere else? If you're so determined to focus on studying, why are you still fooling around here? Isn't that just a contradiction? Be honest—you're just making excuses, aren't you?"
Rebecca's words struck ho like a sledgehamr, and Oliver had to admit that she had a point there. It was indeed a bit contradictory for him to say that he would study hard while still engaging in naughty activities at school.
"I know what you an by that, but there are reasons for it," Oliver answered, trying to co up with an explanation, but Rebecca wasn't buying any of it.
"That is a la excuse. Your behavior is disgusting, and it makes you a bad example to everyone." She then shook her head. "This is why I can't stand people like you. You never take anything seriously and just play around with girls."
Oliver was not offended by her words, and instead, he stood up for himself. "Not so. I might ss around, but that does not make a bad person, does it? I am sure that you are exaggerating my flaws to paint an evil picture of . Also, I bet you have never done anything naughty in your life because you are a prude. Otherwise, how can you say that doing lewd things is disgusting?"
As soon as Oliver said that, Rebecca froze up. She then turned away from him, walking off. However, her footsteps stopped for a few monts, and Oliver heard her voice.
"You really think I am just so prude?" Rebecca asked with her back to him.
"Well, that is how it looks. I don't know you that well, so maybe it is not accurate, but that is the impression I got."
Rebecca turned to face him once more. Then she reached for the buttons of her shirt and started undoing them.
"Wait... Rebecca, what are you..." Oliver muttered. He was perplexed by her sudden change in deanor, but at the sa ti, there was a rush of excitent running through him as he watched her fingers slowly opening one button after another.
Once she had undone all the buttons, Rebecca's shirt fell wide open, revealing her magnificent breasts, clad in black lace. Her bra held them firmly, pressing them together. Her ample bosom looked like it could burst out of its restraints at any mont. The sight before Oliver's eyes caused him to gulp. Rebecca had a great rack. And with her stern attitude, she looked even sexier.
"Rebecca, what are you doing?" Oliver questioned again. The girl just smirked at him and walked toward the door of the storage room, where she closed and locked it, ensuring that no one could get in.
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