analyze the following story, tell what is happening and why. Examine in detail Nivor’s and Emmanuelle’s sexuality and if they’re taking advantage of what’s happening and for what purpose. Analyze in detail the level of maturity and sexual awareness of the boy. indicate what the situation is leading to and whether there is a possibility of a sexual encounter. Tell what might be the possibile ending of this story and if Nivor is doing what he is doing by his free will or if Emmanuelle is pushing him. Eventually tell if is likely he keep that experience as a secret or there is a possibility that he report Emmanuelle

The story takes place in a hotel during a school trip, where Nivor, a 14-year-old boy, shares a room with his 44-year-old teacher. He regained consciousness around eleven. There was no one around except for him and the boy he gave the joint to, who was blissfully listening to music. He gathered his strength and headed in the direction of the labyrinthine hallway. He didn’t hear much noise except for the sound of his footsteps. Once he found the right door, he turned the wooden doorknob and found himself in front of a scene he never imagined.

Emmanuelle was lying spread-eagle on her bed. Naked. The image of two fingers in between her legs, on her vagina, was something his unconscious mind perceived first. He was so surprised that his heart dropped, causing him to turn white in the face and feel his legs give way. As soon as he heard the noise, the woman immediately turned her gaze towards him: Nivor was standing there, immobile, without moving a muscle. The few seconds this lasted were just enough for him to memorize every detail. He had an excellent photographic memory, and it didn’t deteriorate quickly. Almost immediately after, Nivor closed the door.

Emmanuelle tried to cover her privates with the blanket, but the door closed with a bang, rendering the gesture useless. A tachycardic sensation mixed with panic and anxiety could be read on her face. “I traumatized him” she thought. She had also observed him closely. She noticed how pale he had become. An expression for which terrifying was an understatement. The laws of the State regarding rape and child abuse came to her mind, and they were, of course, dreadfully severe.

She had been masturbating for about ten minutes. She was still a woman, and not feeling the boy coming, the only thing that would have stopped her, she concluded that he was playing or exploring the place. But she was wrong. When she was interrupted, she was already weakly wet with fluids and had directed her hips upwards to make her hands do the best job possible. She tried to imagine for a moment what Nivor might have seen, and there weren’t many ways to interpret it.

As she was Nivor’s instructor, she knew his strengths and weaknesses, but in her role, she was aware of how these things could provoke unpredictable reactions in some people. She didn’t have much choice; she was morally obligated to talk to him, and even if she weren’t, if she didn’t, she would only worsen her situation.

The truth was, of course, very different from everything Emmanuelle assumed. Nivor had returned to the tents behind the garden, and this time he was totally alone, thinking about what he had seen. He was probably a little impressed by those seconds, but nothing that wouldn’t persist with a cup of hot tea. The decision to leave was not so much a flight for him, but since he was still sexually developing, he found it polite to leave her alone to finish what she started.

Because doing such a thing was soon said: for starters, under her clothes, Emmanuelle wasn’t as pale as she appeared, but she had a vibrant reddish color. She knew girls’ privacy very well, but she would never have said that an adult woman’s was so different.

The “thing” he had seen was fleshy and slightly open, with small folds of light pink flesh emerging from the center. There were a few black hairs around the thing that were certainly only a few millimeters long.

He didn’t consider himself a pervert, but he had a certain curiosity given his young age and learned to appreciate what he had seen. One thing was for sure; he wasn’t in shock or anything like that. 

After a few minutes, he was joined by Emmanuelle. She had put on a light green pajamas and a pair of pink slippers that looked terrible on her. She had a dead and sad look.

“I finally found you,” she said.

“Hi,” he replied coldly. Silently, he sat down next to him, never making eye contact.

“How are you?”

“I miss Atlanta,” he muttered.

She sighed. “You know, sometimes when you see things from a certain distance, it’s easy to get confused and deceive oneself.”

The boy on her left had an emotionless expression.

“I know what I saw,” he replied coldly and convinced.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

There was no reaction.

“You know, you’ve become a big, giant boy, and much more than 14 years old, you look like 20. You’re even much taller than me,” she hinted at some expressiveness.

“Do you need psychological support?”

Nivor assumed the face of someone who had seen a chicken solve a quadratic equation. “I wonder if you’re making fun of me…” he hissed.

“Or are you simply stupid?”

She didn’t feel like continuing the conversation outside. It was true; there was nobody around, but in their room, she would feel more at ease.

“Do you want to go back to the room, Nivor?”

He nodded.

In the distance between the two rooms, they were close yet still far enough to perceive a total detachment. Who between the two was more scared was quite evident: Nivor sank into his bed while she was the first to enter and close the door.
Emmanuelle considered the discussion closed and went to bed, while Nivor undressed to put on his pajamas. He took off his pants to put on a long, elastic woolen pajama that reached his feet, then he threw himself on his bed like a sack of potatoes.
Emmanuelle and Nivor slept in separate beds and there were about 8 feet between them. The boy stretched and played with his foot under the covers.
“I think it’s time to sleep,” Emmanuelle said, clearly addressing him.
With that, she headed towards the light switch and turned it off. The two found themselves in darkness and the only illumination came from the headlights of cars filtering through the window.
“Goodnight Nivor,” she said.
“Goodnight Miss Emmanuelle.”
There was a silence for a few seconds, but it hinted at an imminent speech.
“I would thank you from the bottom of my heart if you could keep your mouth shut about what just happened. I’d get into big trouble and probably be fired from the ministry. I wouldn’t be able to be an educator anymore,” Emmanuelle said.
Nivor had already closed his eyes and was lying on his side. He answered absent-mindedly.
“You don’t have to worry,” he said. “I’ll behave as if nothing happened.”
The woman remained motionless and even in the dark, she stared at the teenager.
“Thank you, tiger.”
They didn’t say anything else and after a while Nivor lost consciousness.

It had been about two hours. Nivor immediately found himself thrust from the world of dreams to the real one. He had been awaken by a female voice, like a long sighing vowel.
He opened his eyes. There was nothing, everything was dark.
He heard a whisper, said in a very low and gentle voice.
“Are you awake?”
Nivor nodded, although the woman in her bed obviously couldn’t see him.
“Are you doing that thing again?” he asked.
There was a long pause.
“If I told you yes, would it bother you?”
Nivor swallowed, then felt his underwear tighten between his legs.
“No,” he said emotionlessly. “No bother.”
In reality, he was getting excited.
“Good,” said Emmanuelle. Her voice was sweet and affectionate.
“Can you come here for a moment?” she asked him.
Nivor sighed, then slipped out of the covers, pulled his thighs and bare feet out. He leaned against the ground, took two steps that echoed throughout the room and headed towards Emmanuelle’s bed, who had placed herself in the left corner to make room for him.
The boy sighed again. He had predicted, mentally, a long sermon like the ones the woman had already given him.
“Don’t worry tiger, the long and boring speeches are over,” she said.
“I just want you to keep me company, that’s all.”
The woman was under the covers and only her head emerged from there. While Nivor was above, turned sideways towards her, holding his head with his arm.
“I guess,” he said, “you thought I fell asleep, so I wouldn’t have noticed if you touched yourself again.”
Emmanuelle seemed impressed.
“How smart you are,” she whispered with a hint of voice.
Nivor lowered his eyes.
“Forgive me for asking… but… ehm…” he hesitated from embarrassment.
“You’re not…” he hesitated again, “…coming… first?”
Emmanuelle turned the gesture towards the boy next to her.
“How do you know these things about women?” then without waiting for Nivor’s answer, she continued. “No, I didn’t come. I got dressed and rushed to talk to you. I thought you were in shock. I still feel aroused.”
She stopped looking at Nivor’s young face.
“To put it in a way you can understand, I need to finish.”
Nivor felt his penis slowly moving beneath him. He didn’t pay much attention to it, because a few moments later, he saw the blankets shake: Emmanuelle was moving her hands and fingers below her, but Nivor couldn’t see her.
His penis, which was already large for a 14-year-old, had now become a block that protruded noticeably from his pajamas, between his legs, both in length and width. It was something that pointed upwards with great rigidity, to the point of straining the pajamas.
“But what…” was the woman’s expression as soon as she saw it. Even in the dim light, the edges of something large could be seen rising the pajamas. “Did I make you horny?” she would have wanted to ask him. But considering his young age, she used more childish words to say it.
“Did it get hard?” she finally said.
“Well…” he said timidly. “I put together what I think is happening down there to what I saw earlier.”