NTR: Mommy Will Help You! 279. Do You Know Where Rebecca Is?

Previously on NTR: Mommy Will Help You!...
Oliver arrived at the celebratory auditorium event arm-in-arm with Brenda, drawing murmurs from the crowd as they joined Ron and Sarah at a table. He casually explained his recent absence as family matters, revealing his inheritance of his grandfather's business, which explained his arrival in a luxurious Koenigsegg Gemera. The group chatted about the underwhelming festivities, but tension rose when Ron warned that his mother was furious over Oliver's prolonged disappearance, partying as if single, while Brenda added that her own mother was equally upset for his failure to follow through on intimate promises. As the principal's speech and student performances unfolded, their former teacher, Emma Dawson, approached Oliver with a warm smile, reminiscing about their last enjoyable encounter.

Brenda nearly sputtered her beverage at those words, barely managing to keep from spraying everything out of her mouth.

'This fellow is unbelievable...' she mused inwardly while observing the pair chatting away.

Emma seemed startled for an instant before she composed herself, adopting a calm look on her visage.

"Yes, those recollections from back then remain vivid in my thoughts..." Emma let out a soft sigh, a faint shadow of regret flickering across her face. "Still, it saddens me that you vanished afterward. And with your upcoming graduation, this could be our final opportunity to cross paths."

Oliver found himself at a loss for words. In truth, post-graduation, years might pass before they met again due to his packed schedule.

Yet, he wasn't ready to conclude matters this way, so he responded, "No need to fret, Ms. Dawson. Though we may not encounter each other every day as in the past, that doesn't mean our meetings end. We can always arrange to see one another whenever it suits."

"You're right...," Emma conceded, eyeing Oliver with a curious intensity. "In any case, make the most of the celebration."

Oliver gave a nod and started heading back to his spot when a sudden idea struck him, prompting his question, "By the way, any idea where Rebecca might be? I haven't spotted her around."

At the mention of that name, Emma halted and faced Oliver once more. Worry etched clearly across her expression.

"She won't be attending." Emma replied, her tone laced with unease.

"What's the reason?" Oliver inquired, caught off guard.

He was aware of Rebecca's deep investment in events like this, making her absence unexpected, particularly as the class president.

Emma shook her head gently. "It's rather private for her, so I won't delve deeply. Rest assured, she's okay, even if she can't pursue her education further."

Those words drew frowns not only from Oliver but from those nearby as well.

Evidently, Rebecca—the typically aloof and resolute young woman—was enduring a trial severe enough to impact her profoundly.

Oliver attempted to probe Emma further, but she declined with a head shake and a faint smile.

"It's wiser not to disturb her at present. Kindly honor her need for privacy; she's struggled enough." Emma stated, then pivoted away without awaiting his reply.

Still, Oliver wasn't about to release her so simply. He seized her hand, halting her in place.

As she turned to meet his eyes, he locked gazes with Emma and declared, "Could you share where she stays? I'd like to visit and check on her."

Emma nearly turned down Oliver's plea, but his earnest stare made her reconsider. "Alright, but only if I accompany you."

"I'm okay with that," Oliver answered, then glanced toward Brenda, Ron, and Sarah. "I'm off to visit Rebecca. You all should hang back for a ride home at the school entrance. Let's gather at our private bash instead. It'll outshine this gathering by far."

Ron's expression brightened at the suggestion. "Yeah, that really appeals to me."

Brenda nodded in agreement. "Absolutely. Plus, it's high time we ditch this dull school scene and dive into a night of wild revelry! Right?"

"Totally! Let's make it happen!" Sarah exclaimed with enthusiasm.

Noting their enthusiasm for the idea, Oliver grinned at them and added, "Catch you all shortly. And remember to bring Maya and Aunt Linda along."

With a casual wave, he set off alongside Emma, who guided him from the venue toward his parked vehicle.

Emma's eyes widened in awe upon spotting the sleek sports car stationed outside.

"Hold on, is that your ride?" she queried, clearly impressed.

"It is." Oliver flashed a grin and disengaged the locks, moving to hold the door open for Emma. "Ready to go?"

Emma laughed lightly and settled into the seat. "You've transformed quite a bit these last few months... I recall your shy awkwardness, yet here you are—every inch the suave gent."

"I can play the rogue as well..." Oliver murmured before sliding in and shifting to confront Emma, his eyes holding hers firmly.

A hush fell over them briefly, their stares locked in mutual intensity.

Their countenances inched nearer until at last, their lips met.

The instant their mouths connected, a surge of fervent warmth ignited between them. Oliver ventured his tongue into Emma's mouth, teasing hers playfully.

Initially, it involved gentle brushes and swirls, yet their embrace soon deepened in fervor as their forms pressed urgently together.

Parting at length, they panted heavily, bosoms rising and falling in sync.

"That felt... intense," Emma breathed out amid her heaves, then caught herself. "We won't get moving if we linger this way..."

Oliver's smirk returned. "True, let's pause for the moment. I've got to conserve some stamina for what's ahead."

Emma nibbled her lip, fully grasping his implication.

Thus, they sped away toward the residential complex housing Rebecca and her family.

The journey lasted scarcely twenty minutes, thanks to the light traffic prevailing then.

Oliver pulled up before the structure and assisted Emma out. Together, they ascended the steps to the third level, Rebecca's dwelling.

Emma rapped on the door, paused briefly with no answer, but as she prepared to knock anew, it swung open slowly, unveiling Rebecca in a simple black tank top and shorts.

Her normally neat locks appeared disheveled, eyes swollen and reddened from recent tears.

Spotting Emma at the threshold, she quickly looked aside, shunning any direct glance.

"Ms. Dawson, what brings you here?" She inquired, eyes fixed on the ground.

Rather than reply, Emma directed attention to Oliver, allowing him to speak.

Oliver cleared his voice and addressed her. "Hi, Rebecca..."

His voice prompted Rebecca to lift her head gradually, registering his presence. Shock washed over her features, swiftly yielding to mortification.

"Oliver... What are you doing here...?" She faltered, mortified at being seen so undone.

Sensing her deep embarrassment, Oliver offered a warm smile and explained, "Ms. Dawson mentioned your situation, and I came to see how you're holding up."

"I-I'm alright..." She turned her eyes away again, unable to sustain his gaze for more than a moment.

Witnessing her distress, Oliver stepped forward and encircled her in his embrace. "Won't you ask us inside?"

He held her firmly against himself, intending the comfort of his presence to ease her somewhat.

Yet, the gesture overwhelmed Rebecca, unleashing a torrent of tears from her eyes.

She pressed her face into his torso and clung to him, sobbing as a young child might.

Oliver rubbed her back and caressed her tresses, seeking to soothe her. Softly, he murmured reassurances near her ear, "Shh... Everything's alright... I'm with you... Just ease up... I'll help make things right for you."