Love Times 2 - Pt 4

Love Times 2

Part 4 of 15

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In Chapter 4, Kurt Jr. uses the same seduction strategy on Yvonne that his father Kurt Sr. used to pursue his mother. Does it work? Watch and learn.

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As I reviewed the ways Dad seduced Mom, I saw that the crucial step involved convincing her to pose for an erotic photography contest. He and Mom created a set of sizzling hot pictures. It was a little weird looking at erotic photos of my Mom. I don't know if they won anything, but the entry prints were so hot that they should have gotten first place.

Yvonne and I had already discussed the idea of her posing nude. Like most 18-year-old girls, she loved being reminded of the fact that she had become a beautiful, desirable woman. It was obvious that she enjoyed modeling for me in lingerie. I'd asked her to do the image processing necessary to create her entry for the lingerie contest; she spent hours closely examining the pictures of her in sexy attire. It gave her plenty of time to think about taking the next step and posing nude.

When I felt she'd had enough time to reflect, I found a contest that looked interesting. I used our computer browser to bookmark the web page describing the competition, then I made sure to leave that page on the screen at the end of the day. That way, when Yvonne signed on the next morning, the page that popped up on her computer was for the contest.

I watched as Yvonne looked at the page. She seemed intrigued by what she saw. "Kurt? Did you see this?" she asked, pointing to the screen.

"Sure," I said. "That's a contest I've always wanted to enter. I just learned that the deadline for entries is next month. Every year I wish I could enter, and I never have."

"Why not?" she asked.

"I've never had a model photogenic enough," I said. "Winning that contest isn't easy. I've got the technical skills to submit a competitive entry, but the important thing is having the right model. I'm pretty sure you know that I consider you to be extremely photogenic. The lingerie photos we took make that pretty clear. I figured I'd ask if you'd be interested in submitting an entry with me."

"Why wouldn't I, Kurt? That sounds like fun," she said.

This was turning into a wonderful day.

"Yvonne, I think it's a good idea," I said. "From my perspective, there's no reason not to. But nude modeling is pretty bold. We both know your parents would oppose it. I'm not crazy about the idea of asking you to do something that could cause friction with your family."

"Doesn't that just mean we'd have to keep it quiet? Just between us?" she said.

"That would be fine, if you're comfortable keeping secrets. I am reluctant to ask you to do something like that," I said.

"I'm not reluctant at all, Kurt," Yvonne said. "I'd be thrilled to enter the contest. Every time you take pictures of me, I love the way they turn out. How do we start?"

Mission accomplished!

Yvonne had an expression of girlish joy on her face as we talked about the way to proceed. "I think it would be best if you took the lead in deciding the approach we should take when we shoot the pictures," I told Yvonne. "Erotic photography is special. There is a line that separates the artistic from the pornographic. Erotica straddles that line."

I told Yvonne that I wanted her to review some erotic pictures posted online - as everyone knows, there's a vast amount of that - so she could see which photographs appeal to her. "You'll see that most of them are simple," I said. "You'll find some photos taken in outdoor settings, but most are done in the studio. The best pictures feature creative choices of lighting and backgrounds. The photographers find ways to focus 100 percent of the camera's attention on the model's feminine beauty. Everything else is extraneous.

"It will be a good experience for you to look at the work of the best erotic photographers you can find. See how they do it, and then we can discuss a plan for your pictures," I said.

What I told Yvonne was completely true. Although I could have made all the creative decisions about the kind of pictures we'd make, I genuinely wanted Yvonne involved in that process. I wanted her to know I respected her judgment as an artist, and I considered her to be a full partner.

But I had a hidden agenda. I wanted Yvonne to spend a few hours looking at sexy pictures of hot babes. I wanted her to imagine modeling like that for me. In my experience, the women who pose for my camera get turned on by it. Since my ultimate goal was to get Yvonne so aroused that she wanted to have sex, letting her fantasize about getting naked in my studio was a form of mental foreplay.

It didn't take long for Yvonne to complete the task I gave her. She went home that night and spent a few hours examining a trove of erotic photographs online. She found several that appealed to her.

"I picked out some pictures that we could recreate, Kurt," she said the next morning. She bookmarked sites that had models who were sexy, but not pornographic. Yvonne gravitated toward artistic photos that were also very explicit.

Yvonne wants to reveal every part of her body. Good to know! I thought to myself. In my studio, I had a large brown leather sofa that I regularly used for family photos or other groups. "In almost every photo I like, the photographer poses the model on some piece of furniture. Something simple that doesn't detract from the model. Your sofa would be perfect for that, Kurt," Yvonne said.

By this time, Yvonne was beginning to understand different ways to set up the studio lights to get different effects. She showed me diagrams of arrangements that would create dramatic lighting and highlight all the curves and clefts in her nude body. I was impressed; she worked hard to figure it out. It was obvious that the project excited her.

"Do you want to use any props?" I asked.

"I don't think so," she said. "I notice that a lot of photos use things like feather boas, pearl necklaces, or sheer fabrics. That kind of stuff. Those pictures strike me as gimmicky." She noted that a lot of nude photo sets feature a model who is clothed at first, and is shown disrobing in a series of pictures. "I think it would be best to start with some elegant undergarments, like a matching set of white bra and panties."

"Why white?" I asked.

"If we use a black background, and white lingerie, the only color in the frame will come from me," Yvonne said. "My skin. Hair. Eyes. Lots of the pictures I saw used that idea to make the model a more dominant part of the image. I brought in a set that should work." With that, Yvonne reached into her purse and pulled out a classy set of bra and panties. They were made from elegant white lace, and they were extremely revealing. I thought it was a good sign that Yvonne wanted to pose in garments that were so sexy.

"I brought along some matching shoes," Yvonne said, showing me a pair of white pumps with stiletto heels. "But I'm not sure I like the idea of wearing shoes. This is supposed to be nude. I notice that a lot of erotic photography features nude models wearing high heels, but that seems like a visual cliché. If I went without shoes, we could add a splash of color with nail polish." Yvonne took off her shoes and showed me that she'd applied bright red toenail polish that matched her fingernails. "I prefer the way this looks," she said.

"So do I," I replied. "Yvonne, I'm impressed with the work you've put into this. I have no trouble imagining what these photos would look like. Elegant, but sensual. Artistic, but erotic. I'm anxious to see the result."

"I am too!" Yvonne said. She seemed happy to hear me praise her work. "Can we shoot it today?"

"So soon?" I asked.

"Why not!?" she replied. "Give me 15 minutes to work on my hair and makeup! I can be ready after that!" She acted so anxious. It was adorable.

"Well... sure. We could do it now. We don't have any appointments scheduled. Why don't you get ready? I'll set up the studio," I said. Yvonne rushed back to the restroom while I locked the front door and hung the CLOSED sign. I set up the studio lights using the arrangement Yvonne suggested, then put some lenses and camera bodies where I could reach them. The standard choice for studio shots like this is a short telephoto lens, but I selected some other options in case we decided we wanted an unconventional look.

The whole thing made me very nervous. When Dad finally persuaded Mom to pose nude, the session ended with them having sex. Based on the photos they took in the coming months, they had a steamy affair that must have excited them both. It led to a passionate marriage. By this time, I'd spent so much time thinking about sex with Yvonne that I'd begun feeling desperate. I knew I'd feel defeated if Dad's seduction strategy failed.

But things seemed to be going perfectly. Yvonne was so excited about posing nude that I was sure it aroused her. I'd done a good job letting her know I liked her as a person. She knew that I saw her as an adult, not a kid. She'd been finding reasons to get close to me, touch me, and give me those meaningful glances that women use to let men know they're interested in a relationship. It seemed unlikely that I misread so many signs.

"Are you ready?" Yvonne asked as she returned to the studio. I'd just placed the sofa in the middle of the floor and lowered the black background into position. She was wearing the white lace bra and panties, and she looked sexier than I'd ever seen her before.

"Wow. Yvonne, you look fantastic. Just... I mean... wow," I said.

"Thank you, Kurt. That means a lot," she said, looking shy. "I hope I'm not about to humiliate myself."

"There's no chance of that," I said. "As I look at you right now, I'm pretty sure we're about to create the finest photographs we've taken together."

"You always say the nicest things," she said.

"All I'm doing is stating the obvious. Yvonne, you look incredible. This is a great idea," I said.

With that, we went straight to work. "Let's take a few exposures of you wearing the undergarments," I said, raising the camera. "Look away from the lens. Try to imagine that you're waiting for your boyfriend to enter the room. Try to look anxious. Expectant. OK?"

Yvonne's expression was perfect. She leaned against the edge of the sofa, assuming a posture that revealed all her curves. The telephoto lens had a focal length that was long enough to help me ensure that the background was slightly out of focus. My goal was to put the outline of Yvonne in sharp focus, making her image more prominent in the frame. I could tell that she'd spent a lot of time studying the erotic photos she'd examined to get ideas for this shoot. Her postures and facial expressions kept changing in ways that were ideal for what we were trying to achieve. She looked sexy, but not slutty. Evocative, not pornographic.

"OK, I think that worked perfectly," I said. "Now, imagine your boyfriend just entered the room. Look directly into the lens, and give me an expression that shows you're happy he's here. Think about the fact that you're about to have sex with him. Show the camera what you think about that."

What happened next was magical. Is it possible to take a photograph of joy? Excitement? Love? Lust? The next frames showed a side of Yvonne's personality that I'd never seen before. She'd learned a lot about modeling during the time we'd worked together. I stepped nearer and got close-ups showing some of the most bewitching facial expressions I have ever seen.

It was time to move to the next step. "OK, Yvonne. Imagine that the camera is your boyfriend. He wants you to remove your clothes," I said. "He wants to watch as you disrobe for him. He asks you to put on a little show for his eyes only. Do that for him. Take it off slowly. Step by step. I'll take pictures as you show him what he wants to see."

You need to remember that I'd never seen Yvonne naked before. She'd posed in very revealing garments, but full nudity wasn't something we'd experienced together. My hands were shaking as Yvonne pushed one bra strap off her shoulder, then reached behind her back and undid the clasp. She held the bra to her chest, then slowly lowered it.

I couldn't help noticing that Yvonne's nipples were hard as little stones. She seemed to be enjoying the reveal as much as I. She looked at the lens, then looked away. Looked at the lens, then looked away. Yvonne finally lowered the bra all the way, then turned to look coyly at the camera. It wasn't easy to keep taking photos, but I somehow managed to press the shutter over and over, capturing her unveiling.

"Turn around. Let me see you from the back," I said. She posed with her back to the camera, then turned her head until she was looking in my direction. It was hard to concentrate, but I saw that the pictures provided extraordinarily flattering views of Yvonne's curves. The composition was stunning.

"Are you ready for the rest?" she asked.

"Yes. Go ahead," I said.

Yvonne turned to face me, put her thumbs in the waistband of her panties, then removed them slowly. She lowered one side, then the other, pausing regularly so I had time to capture the removal of her last item of clothing.

"Ok, stop there," I said when she reached her knees. "Pull them up to your waist, then turn around and lower them again. I want pictures that show this from the back."

She did as I asked. Watching her unveil her beautiful butt caused my heart to pound. Yvonne looked like a sculpture by a Renaissance master. I knew our photos would be spectacular. I watched as she lowered the panties to her ankles, removed them, then stood up and looked into the lens.

After I took several exposures, I saw that Yvonne had a strange expression on her face. She stopped looking into the lens and cast her eyes downward. She looked surprised. Startled, even. It took me a moment to realize what was happening.

Yvonne saw that I had an erection. I'd taken many sexy photographs of her before, but this was the first time it made me hard. I felt embarrassed. This was not the way I'd planned Yvonne's seduction. My goal had been to get her so aroused that she'd surrender to me. Instead, I was reacting like an over-excited teenage boy.

I didn't know what to do. "I'm sorry," I said finally. "I didn't realize that was happening."

Yvonne walked slowly in my direction, keeping her gaze aimed at the bulge in my pants. "I'm not sorry," she said. "I'm glad you feel that way about me, Kurt. That's how I feel about you."

She wrapped me in her arms and gave me a gentle kiss on the lips. It was the first time we'd touched. Her skin was soft, smooth, and warm. Yvonne was athletic, participating in several high school sports; she was a star on the girls' basketball team. Her body felt like firm muscle wrapped in skin soft as velvet. She kissed me again. And again. Each kiss was more passionate. I finally felt her tongue begin to explore the space between my lips.

It was surprising that Yvonne was taking so much initiative, but I didn't feel like complaining. I'd hoped that by taking sexy photos of Yvonne, I'd get her to think of me as a possible boyfriend. I could see that my strategy - Dad's strategy - had worked better than I'd expected. When I pulled her close, she rubbed her belly against my hard cock. I was surprised to see such bold action from an 18-year-old girl.

In the weeks since I'd begun working to seduce Yvonne, I'd spent a lot of time wondering if she was a virgin. She'd never mentioned having a boyfriend. Her social media had lots of pictures of relatives and girlfriends, but nothing involving boys. I realize this sounds sexist as hell, but I'd begun to hope there was a chance I could be the one who took Yvonne's virginity. Her overall innocence appealed to me - she was still a teenager, after all - but I felt it would be special if I could be her first.

At that moment, it seemed unlikely. Yvonne was acting too boldly to be a virgin. Her kisses. Her body language. She acted more experienced than I expected. If she'd been older, I'd have felt certain that she was acting like a woman who wanted to have sex. Immediately. But I remember what it was like when my high school girlfriend and I made out in the back seat of my car. We did that for months before finally having sex. I wondered if Yvonne was as anxious to proceed as she acted.

That's when she said something that answered my question.

"Do you have a condom?" she asked.

Did I have a condom!? OF COURSE I had a condom! I'd been planning this moment for weeks! There was a fresh box in my desk drawer. I gave her one more kiss, then removed one of the condoms from the package.

"Can I do it?" she asked.

I've been with a lot of women, but this was the first time in my life that one of them asked if they could unroll a condom over my cock. I handed it to Yvonne. She unbuckled my belt, unzipped my pants, and lowered everything to the floor. As soon as she saw my erection, she wrapped her hand around it.

Kneeling on the floor, Yvonne put the condom on my dick. She did it perfectly - as though she'd done it dozens of times. "Take off your clothes," she said, rising to her feet. When I was naked, she took my hand and led me to the sofa.

I ran my hands over every inch of her body. She was the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen. "I can't stop looking at you. Touching you," I said.

"I hope you never stop," she said.

Eventually, my hand wandered down and began exploring between her legs. I wasn't surprised to discover that she was very wet down there. I gently probed between her lips, touching her inner folds, and pressing one finger into her passage.

She was tight - tighter than I expected. Yvonne let out a satisfied sigh when I began moving that finger in and out of her pussy. But there was something strange. I couldn't go very deep. As I probed more, I gradually realized that Yvonne was a virgin after all. The fact that she acted like an experienced, mature woman had misled me.

"I've never done this before," she said, confirming what I'd just discovered.

"Don't worry. I'll be careful," I said. "Try to relax. Everything will feel better if you can relax."

It had been years since I'd had sex with a virgin. My performance had been mixed. My high school girlfriend and I were both virgins when we had sex for the first time. We did everything wrong. It was awkward and painful. But things got better over the next several months. We were practiced, experienced sex partners by the time we split up and went to separate colleges.

I had sex with two virgins in college. That went much better. My memory of those experiences told me that I needed to give Yvonne a lot of foreplay, get her as relaxed as possible, then push my cock inside her pussy in one swift stroke. Going too slow would just prolong the painful moment when her maidenhead tore open. But it had been years since I'd done it. I wasn't sure how well I remembered it.

How complicated could it be?

I kissed Yvonne passionately as I felt between her legs. She seemed to love it when I caressed her clit. I got the feeling that it made her nervous each time I pushed my finger into her tight passage. She acted as though she expected it to hurt. I was as gentle as possible, doing my best to loosen her up. I finally added a second finger, causing her to gasp in surprise. I felt her heart pounding in her chest.

I'd done everything I could to prepare Yvonne. Delaying the moment was just making her more nervous. I spread her legs, climbed on top, then placed the head of my cock at the entrance to her passage. Without another word, I pushed inside.

Yvonne cried out in pain. I saw an anguished expression on her face.

"Are you OK, baby?" I whispered. "Does it hurt?"

"I'm fine," she said in a tone that did NOT sound fine. "It only hurt a little. It mainly feels good." I slowly moved in and out, seeing Yvonne wince each time. But she eventually began acting as if she enjoyed it. Soon, I felt her body relax.

"Oh... Kurt... you feel wonderful," she said finally.

"I'm glad," I replied.

Her hands ran up and down my back as I moved in and out. I felt her leg muscles open as her thighs spread farther apart. It wasn't long before she started moving her hips in response to mine, doing the erotic dance that loving couples have always done. She began to sigh, and moan, and make other contented sounds.

I was overjoyed. I couldn't remember ever being so anxious to be intimate. Throughout my life, I've had sex with a lot of sexy women. Although I've been very fond of all of them, I never considered any of them to be essential to my happiness. If a woman didn't want to be intimate with me, I had no trouble finding others who did.

It wasn't like that with Yvonne. For some reason, my happiness had come to depend on her thoughts. The changing expressions on her face. Her sly little comments.

It started with me seeing her as an unusually desirable woman - the fact that she was so young, innocent, and beautiful was the reason she appealed to me so much. But in the weeks since I began following Dad's strategy for luring women to bed, Yvonne had become more important than any woman from my past. If she hadn't wanted to have sex, I'm sure it would have devastated me.

I did my best to make her first experience rewarding. I proceeded slowly. Gently. Lovingly. In time, I realized that a climax was growing inside her. That was encouraging. I hadn't touched her clit since we began having sex, so I wanted to see if she could have an orgasm just from being penetrated by my cock. Many women aren't that responsive. They need more direct stimulation.

Soon, I felt Yvonne's body tense up as her climax began. She cried out joyfully as her pussy began to throb. There was an expression of pure ecstasy on her face as the orgasm continued. I'd never felt happier to see a woman climax. I'd never seen anything more beautiful.

She laughed softly when it was over. By this time, I was so aroused that I began thrusting harder. Faster. Deeper. I'm usually able to restrain myself in bed, but something about being with Yvonne undermined my usual restraint. She could tell that I was losing control. Yvonne began to whisper in my ear. "Yes... yes... yes..." she said over and over.

Hearing those sexy syllables demolished my remaining resolution. I began to cum, and cum, and cum. The condom caught every drop, but Yvonne had no trouble feeling my cock blasting away inside her. She had another climax just after mine was over. It wasn't nearly as powerful as her first orgasm, but it made her smile.

I was drained. Yvonne and I embraced so forcefully that we could tell neither one of us ever wanted to let go.

"Wow!" she said at last. "I'm so glad that happened."

"You were wonderful," I told her. "I hope you can tell that I've been catching feelings for you for a long time. I hope this is the start of something good."

"Same," she said.

Several minutes went by before I felt my cock start to get soft. "I need to take care of this," I said, reaching down and pinching the base of my dick so I could pull out of Yvonne while keeping the condom in place. There was a tiny amount of blood on the condom. It seemed to me that Yvonne had given up her virginity in a way that was as pleasant and pain-free as possible.

We sat arm-in-arm on the sofa, kissing, touching, and enjoying the memory of what we'd just done. "I want you to know that I think about you all the time, Yvonne," I said. "Nothing like this has ever happened to me. You are always on my mind."

"I was afraid I was the only one having thoughts like that," Yvonne said. "I was afraid that you could never be interested in someone my age."

"Baby, I've been worried that I've become obsessed with you," I said. "I can't stop thinking of how you look. How you sound. How you think. I feel like everything got better the day you became part of my life. I never want this to end."

"Would you like to know what I'd like?" she asked.

"Of course," I said.

"I'd like to do this again. In a bed," Yvonne said.

"That's easily arranged," I said.

We got up and began putting on our clothes. "We never finished the nude modeling shoot," she said. "I want to finish that sometime."

"So do I," I replied. "We got some very nice photos before I lost control of myself."

"I'm glad you lost control," she said. "You should feel free to lose control as often as you wish."

We closed the studio and drove to my place. By then, I was ready to have sex again.

"My God, Kurt. Do you have another boner already!?" Yvonne asked when we got out of the car.

"Maybe," I said. "Let's go to the bedroom and find out."

It turned out that I did, indeed, have another erection. Yvonne got another condom and rolled it on my cock.

"You do that very well," I said.

"They taught us how in sex ed class," she said. "They gave us bananas and had us practice until we got it right."

I helped Yvonne remove her clothes, and then guided her to bed. When I saw her on her back, naked, I began admiring and touching every part of her body. I'd been too excited to do that earlier, but the fact that we'd both had sex - and climaxed - meant that we both felt less urgency to do it again. There was no need to rush. I was able to restrain myself long enough to savor the experience.

"I want to touch you everywhere," I said, kissing Yvonne's neck and working down to her breasts. She put one hand on the back of my head as I kissed, licked, and nibbled her soft skin. She made soft, sexy sounds that let me know she liked what I was doing.

My hands wandered south as I lavished attention on her boobs and nipples. I noticed that Yvonne had shaved (or waxed) her pussy. Maybe she did it when she looked at photographs of other nude models, who almost always have bare pussies.

Her pussy looked like a work of art. I wanted to taste it so much that my mouth began to water. It was almost irresistible. But my Dad gave me some advice once, and I intended to follow it with Yvonne.

"Son, don't go overboard the first time you have sex with a woman," Dad told me. He explained that it's a big step for some girls to decide to have sex. They don't want to immediately have oral sex, or try different positions, or do anything kinky. "Stick to the missionary position," Dad said. "Save the gymnastics for later."

That makes sense to me. Yvonne had just given me her virginity. That was enough adventure for one day. I hoped and expected that we'd be having sex regularly for a long time. There would be plenty of opportunities for more exploration. Maybe it would give her something to look forward to.

It seemed to me that the occasion called for lots of foreplay, followed by more missionary sex. My hand began massaging Yvonne's pussy lips as I kissed her sweet mouth. Everything about her reaction encouraged me to keep going. Her hips began to rise and fall as I worked one finger into her slit and discovered her inner folds were warm and wet.

"Mmmmmm..." she said softly as I touched her most private places. I slipped one finger into her passage, moving in and out. She was still tight, but I didn't encounter nearly as much resistance as when her hymen was intact. Yvonne seemed to love how it felt. She loved it even more when I began stroking her clit with my thumb.

I was surprised when she climaxed. It happened so quickly. The contractions in her vagina squeezed my finger as I paused, waiting for her orgasm to subside. I know that some women become very sensitive after an orgasm, so I stopped stimulating Yvonne until after I felt sure she was ready to continue. When she calmed down, I slipped a second finger into her passage and resumed rubbing her clit with my thumb.

She looked so happy, with a big smile on her face as I played with her pussy. She spread her legs a little wider, and she was so wet she made little squelching noises as my fingers moved in, out, and around.

"Oh... God... Kurt... That feels so good," she moaned.

"You are the sexiest girl in the world, Yvonne," I said. We both knew that had to be an exaggeration, but Yvonne was the sexiest woman I'd encountered recently. She writhed on the bed as I touched her, and soon I felt her little hand wrap around my hard cock. Once again, Yvonne asked if she could unroll the condom.

Yvonne was letting me know she'd had enough foreplay. She wanted more. Seeing her looking so excited made me anxious to get between her legs and line my cock up with her pussy. I didn't give it to her immediately because I thought she'd enjoy it more if I made her wait.

"Kurt... I want it," she said.

With that, I gave it to her, slipping the head of my cock inside her pussy. She gasped when she felt me enter. I paused, withdrew, and then pushed back inside, going slightly deeper. I didn't want Yvonne to think I was the kind of guy who'd pound into her body like a jackhammer. She deserved better, gentler treatment, and I was determined to give it to her.

"Ohhhh... ohhhhh... ohhhhhh..." she moaned as I continued. I was glad that I'd climaxed earlier because I felt as though I could control myself for as long as needed. It was impossible to forget that I'd just taken Yvonne's virginity. It made me feel a special responsibility to make sure she had the most satisfying experience possible. To me, that meant I needed to give her powerful climaxes - lots of them.

We had barely gotten started when Yvonne had another orgasm. My cock was less than halfway inside her. I paused again, giving her time to recover. "Oh, baby... this is so nice," she said.

"I'm glad," I replied, slowly resuming the in-and-out motion she seemed to enjoy so much. I went deeper. Moved faster. In time, I was balls-deep in Yvonne's tight little pussy, which could barely accommodate my whole dick. Every time I pushed in all the way, Yvonne made little noises that made it sound as though she was in pain. But she didn't complain, so I assumed that she wasn't experiencing too much discomfort.

It wasn't long before Yvonne became excited again. Another orgasm was growing inside her, and this was a big one. I watched the expression on her face as her arousal grew, and I loved seeing her smile joyfully as she began to cum.

This climax went on and on and on. Yvonne moaned continuously as waves of pleasure spread through her body. It was so exciting that my climax began before hers was complete. I was glad that an experience that began so joyfully ended so well. It gave me a lot of pride to know I'd satisfied her on the day she gave me her virginity.

We held each other for a long time, kissing and hugging without saying a word. I finally realized I had to retrieve the condom before my cock became so soft that I slipped out. Sometime soon, we'd have a conversation about using a better form of birth control. But not today. Today was about nothing except making Yvonne happy.

We eventually decided it was time to get out of bed. Yvonne reached for her clothes, and I asked her not to put them on. "Please, I like seeing you naked," I said. "Let's go out to the pool."

Yvonne stepped outside and tried to cover herself with her arms and hands. My entire backyard is enclosed by a privacy fence, but I guess being in the open air and sunshine made her feel shy. I didn't say anything because I figured that she'd gradually get comfortable with the idea of being naked outdoors.

"This is nice," she said as she got into the pool. "I like the way it feels, swimming naked."

"I like the way it looks," I said. "I can't take my eyes off you."

She smiled. "I love the way you look at me," she said.

When we embraced, I ran my hands over her smooth, wet body. We kissed passionately for such a long time that we finally realized the cool water left us chilled. I suggested we warm up in my whirlpool. When we slipped into the warm, bubbly water, Yvonne sat on my lap and wrapped her arms around my neck.

"I'm worried," Yvonne said.

"Tell me why," I replied.

"I'm worried you won't want to do this again," she said.

"Yvonne, I've already told you that I have feelings for you," I said. "Of course I'm going to want this to happen again. And again. And again. I've never had feelings like this before. I guess I should say that I'm worried too, but for a completely different reason."

"Why? Why would you be worried?" she asked.

"I'm worried that you're going to wake up tomorrow and realize that you'd rather be with a man who's closer to your age," I said. "I've never felt like this, and I don't want it to end. I'm afraid you're going to meet someone you'll like more than me."

Yvonne squeezed me tighter. "Kurt! That will never happen!" she said.

"I think that's easy to say. I appreciate the sentiment. But in a few months, you're going off to college, and you're going to meet all kinds of guys," I said. "You'll start thinking of me as a summer romance."

She looked alarmed.

"I'm not going to college," she said after a long pause.

"What!? When did you decide this!?" I asked.

"Just now," she answered. "Being with you is more important than going to school. I want to stay here. I'll move in with you. We can work together during the day, and sleep together during the night."

It sounded nice. But it made no sense.

"What will your parents say when you tell them?" I asked.

"Wow. They will not like it," she said. "The idea that I'm having sex with my boss will make them explode. But I don't care! They'll just have to get used to the idea."

I didn't like the sound of that. Yvonne had told me that her parents were very happy about her decision to work for me. They'd been worried that her decision to major in art meant she'd be chronically unemployed; the fact that she was earning a good salary as my assistant made them feel better about her choices. If they found out I'd seduced their innocent young daughter, it might cause a family rift that would never heal.

"That's not going to happen, Yvonne," I said. "I want a relationship with you. A permanent relationship. But I don't want to drive a wedge between you and your family. No matter what else we do, you are going off to college this fall.

"Look, the campus is a 90-minute drive from here. Maybe I could visit sometimes on weekends. We could see each other on breaks. During the summer. I am NOT okay with the idea of you missing out on college because of me."

Yvonne was quiet for a long time. "That might work," she said. "But you know what it means, don't you? It means we have to keep our relationship a secret. Maybe we'd have to keep it a secret for a long time. That's not going to be easy. Kurt, I'm crazy about you.

"My family has noticed that I'm distracted by something. They keep asking what's on my mind. It's been difficult to keep from blurting it out. I can't imagine what's going to happen tonight, when I go home and have to avoid letting them know I'm not a virgin anymore."

"Yeah. I can see how that would make dinner conversation very uncomfortable," I said.

That got Yvonne to laugh. It was nice to hear after so much heavy discussion.

"Look, maybe we're overthinking this," I said. "Today has been a good day. I'm just thrilled to be sitting in this whirlpool with my arms around you. We can talk about all this other stuff some other time. For right now, let's just celebrate the fact that we're together today. Let's just assume we'll figure out the right thing to do tomorrow."

That sounded good to Yvonne. She began kissing me again, and we spent several minutes locked in a passionate embrace. When it was over, I decided to show her that the whirlpool had little jets that were perfectly positioned to direct pulses of warm water against her pussy.

"Oh!!!!" she said the first time she felt it. "That feels... interesting."

"I'll bet it does," I said.

"It's very soothing," she said. "Things are a little ouchy down there. It feels tender from you popping my cherry."

"I'm sorry for hurting you," I said.

"Don't be sorry! It only hurt for a second. I feel like you relieved me of a burden, Kurt. I wanted to get rid of my virginity ages ago. I just didn't know anyone to do the job. I considered having sex with a boy I used to date. But I didn't have any feelings for him, and I wanted my first time to be special," she said. "You made today special, Kurt. Please promise me you'll try to make sure this never ends."

"I promise," I said. "We'll figure it out. Somehow."

Yvonne gave me such a romantic look that I felt happy inside. Maybe that was why she reached over and wrapped her hand around my cock. Or maybe it was because there was a soothing jet of bubbly water stimulating her clit. For whatever reason, she began stroking my dick slowly, and soon I was hard again. Without saying a word, we got out of the whirlpool, toweled off, and made our way back to the bedroom.

Somewhere deep in my memory, I thought about the other women in my life. Taylor had been visiting me often, and Cyndi made it clear she wanted to resume having sex as often as possible. Yvonne was more important to me than those other women, but I'd never been in an exclusive relationship before. I wasn't sure I could do it now.

But that was another topic that didn't need to be resolved immediately. Tomorrow was soon enough.

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When Yvonne gave Kurt her virginity, it was the biggest compliment a woman can give a man. See how their relationship progresses in Part 5.