Love Times 2 - Pt 6

Love Times 2

Part 6 of 15

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The story of Kurt and Yvonne is about to change. Although the sweet young woman doesn't want to separate from her beloved Kurt, they both agree that she needs to experience college. They enjoy their dwindling time together in Chapter 6 of our 15-part story "Love Times 2."

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The rest of that summer was like a romantic paradise. Yvonne managed to see me almost every day, and most of our time and attention was devoted to loving, passionate sex. But we both were committed to the idea of her working for me long-term, so we also spent a lot of time teaching her how to be a professional photographer.

The thing I needed her to learn most was image processing. The plan was for her to be competent with Photoshop by the time she went to school; she planned to work remotely, processing image files I stored on our cloud account.

She learned quickly. I was especially happy to see that she mastered the skills well enough that she could finish each job quickly. Most of the photography I do isn't very artistic. I shoot a lot of weddings and family portraits - things like that. Those customers don't care if an image is less than perfect - most of them can't tell the difference. They care more about speedy delivery, so it's important that I'm able to quickly email the finished files to the lab that makes prints for me.

By mid-summer, Yvonne was good enough with Photoshop that I felt she could handle that part of the job. I started looking for opportunities to give her experience using the camera. I asked her to do a lot of the shooting we did in the studio, and toward the end of summer, I started teaching her how to shoot weddings and outdoor stuff - like sporting events. We both wanted to forge a good professional partnership before she went off to school and started working remotely. It was clear that we'd done that as well as possible in three short months.

But the thing we thought about most was our romantic relationship. I was crazy about Yvonne, and she seemed to feel the same way about me. It is no exaggeration to say that during that summer, I had sex more often than at any time in my life. Neither one of us could get enough.

I realized that there were several reasons we spent so much time in bed. I've always had warm, positive feelings about my lovers, but Yvonne was different. I started thinking about her every morning as soon as I woke up, and I didn't stop until after I fell asleep. Her enthusiasm for me was gratifying and inspirational. I loved pleasing her - especially in bed.

And I admit that part of the equation was that Yvonne was such a healthy, athletic young woman. She had a stronger sex drive than the women I'd been intimate with in the past. After all, she was still a teenager, and she'd been a virgin when we began hooking up.

It served as a constant reminder of the advice I'd gotten from Dad when he told me how to take care of my girlfriends. "To make a girl want to have sex with you, the most important thing you can do is keep finding new ways to please her. Make sure she understands that you think it's important that she feels satisfied every time you take her to bed. A lot of guys are so focused on their own pleasure that they don't think enough about their women. The woman should come first - literally and figuratively."

Yvonne's 19th birthday fell in August, about two weeks before she was scheduled to go off to school. I spent a lot of time thinking about the fact that we were going to be separated for the first time. It was impossible for me to avoid dwelling on memories of when I went off to college. Back then, I devoted a lot of effort to having as much sex with as many girls as I could manage. Lots of kids think of college as a time to drink, party, and fuck. I couldn't stop wondering what Yvonne would do when she was free of her parents (and me) for the first time. It wasn't a topic I enjoyed considering.

By the time of Yvonne's birthday in August, I was sure I wanted a permanent relationship with her. I knew it would be hard to convince such a young woman to be faithful to a distant boyfriend who was so much older, but I knew I wanted to try. By this time, I'd told Yvonne I had strong feelings for her, but neither one of us had used the word "love."

It was time for that to change.

On Yvonne's birthday, I arranged to take her to lunch at one of the fanciest restaurants in town. I wore a jacket and tie, and she wore a very pretty dress with enough cleavage to make it hard for me to concentrate on what I wanted to say. I tipped the hostess so she'd seat us in a nice booth located in a quiet corner of the dining room.

"This has been the most wonderful summer of my life," I said.

"Mine too," Yvonne said. "It's killing me that it's about to end. Kurt, I'm not sure I can go off to college. I can't bear the idea of being away from you that long."

She'd said similar words before. Each time, I'd told her I didn't want our relationship to keep her from enjoying her college years, but that didn't stop her from mentioning it. It was a manageable drive to her campus - about 90 minutes - and I promised I'd come spend weekends with her often. She promised to give it a try for at least one semester.

"I have a few little gifts for you," I said. The biggest gift was a state-of-the-art digital camera outfit packed up in a nice new camera bag. For obvious reasons, Yvonne decided to change her major from painting to photography, so I knew she would have lots of uses for quality digital equipment. The cameras and lenses I selected were designed to be especially light and compact, so she'd have no trouble schlepping them around campus.

I gave her a gift card to her favorite boutique. One thing I'd learned in our time together is that Yvonne likes wearing fashionable clothes - the sexier, the better. In high school, she was voted "Most Likely To Be A Covergirl." She has such a striking appearance that I knew giving her a way to buy more nice clothes would just call more attention to her as the hottest freshman on campus. I worried that a bunch of big, buff jocks would do their best to scoop her up the day she arrived. What could I do about that? Nothing.

The best I could do involved my third and final gift.

"Yvonne, I put a lot of thought into what's in this box," I said, putting a small, gift-wrapped package in front of her. "I'm happy for you. I enjoyed college, and I expect you'll enjoy it just as much. I spent a lot of time thinking about what I wanted to say before you left. This is what I decided.

"I love you," I said. I paused for a few seconds so those words could sink in.

"I have never said those words to a woman before. I have never felt the way I feel about you. When I think about my future, all I think about is you. There's nothing I want more than to have a future with you.

"I have mixed feelings about saying this. I worry that it's unreasonable to ask a woman your age to make any kind of commitment to someone like me. In some ways, I worry that saying 'I love you' is a kind of emotional blackmail that might prevent you from feeling as free as you should at this stage of your life.

"I've thought about it so much that it hurts to keep thinking about it. Maybe the best thing is to just be honest. I love you so much it hurts to imagine ever being without you. Please don't feel you need to make any kind of commitment to me. That's not my intention. But I feel compelled to admit that you are the reason I finally discovered what the word 'love' really means."

Things were quiet for a moment after that. I looked into Yvonne's eyes and saw tears welling up there.

"I love you so much! So much!" she said finally, grabbing my hands from across the table. "I've wanted to tell you that a thousand times! The only reason I didn't say it is that I didn't think you felt the same way! I didn't want you to feel pressured to say it back! Oh, God, Kurt, you just gave me the best present I've ever gotten!"

I'd hoped for a good reaction. I gave her a napkin so she could wipe her eyes. Although I realized that nothing we'd said changed the fact that our relationship was about to get a lot harder, I felt a bit more optimistic about our chances. I pushed her gift across the table and told her to open it.

Inside was a pretty necklace. It featured a large green gem called a peridot; it's Yvonne's birthstone, and it goes well with her blonde hair and pale complexion. I bought a gold chain that was a bit longer than usual. My thought was that having such a pretty stone hanging low in Yvonne's cleavage would remind her of how much I love looking at her womanly curves. No gem was ever be displayed in a more alluring setting.

"I hope you'll see the stone as a symbol of my enduring love," I said. "I bought you a necklace, knowing it's something you can wear forever. I expect to love you forever. It would please me if you think about that when you look at the necklace."

I had one more gift for her. It was a small one. Because she was only 19, Yvonne was not old enough to legally drink alcohol. I'd never offered her cocktails before, but I thought her birthday was a special occasion. I told her to order a soft drink, and I added a shot of vodka from a little flask. It wasn't enough to make her drunk, but she seemed to get an enjoyable buzz, and I think it made her feel more like an adult.

We went straight to my house after lunch. I wasn't surprised when Yvonne headed to the bedroom. She found another surprise laid out across the bed. It was a sexy white lace camisole. "Put it on," I said. "I want to get a picture of you wearing it."

I knew she'd love it. Yvonne loves pretty clothes, and she loves showing off her body. The camisole checked both those boxes. She had a sweet smile on her face as she changed into her new lingerie, and the smile got bigger when I picked up my camera.

For this photo, I planned to forego using flash. Instead, I wanted to use a form of natural illumination called "window light." It's pretty simple. All you need to do is place the model next to a window allowing indirect daylight to enter the room. It can't include direct sunlight; that creates harsh shadows and excessive contrast. Window light provides soft, even illumination that is brighter on the side toward the window; this adds a three-dimensional quality to the image. It's subtle. Nuanced. Artistic.

Yvonne realized immediately that I wanted pictures that showed her new necklace nestled between her lovely breasts. We took several portrait-style exposures. She used her arms to gently squeeze her breasts together, adding drama to her cleavage. The expression on her face was so sultry that I got an erection almost immediately.

After I took photos from all angles, Yvonne whipped off her top and looked at the camera expectantly. I hadn't planned to take topless photos that day, but Yvonne looked so appealing that I saw immediately that it was a good idea. Pretty soon, she removed her bottoms, posing while wearing nothing but high heels and her new jewelry.

"I want to do something else," I said. "Put the lingerie back on. I want to take some special pictures of you."

Yvonne saw that I'd cleared some space in the bedroom and that I had a camera on a tripod in there. "This is what I had in mind," I said. "I want to put on some music so you can dance for me. The camera on the tripod will make a video, and I'll use this handheld camera to take still images. After you dance for about a minute, I'll want you to remove your top. Dance for another minute, then remove your bottoms."

"Like a stripper?" she said.

"Exactly like a stripper," I said. "I'll take some photos of you doing a striptease. After that, I think we'll both be ready to have sex."

"From the looks of things, you're ready right now," Yvonne said, pointing to the lump in my pants.

"I'll try to restrain myself for the sake of art," I said. Yvonne laughed. "Art. Right. But I like this plan! I'm enthusiastic about it! I'm glad to be part of it. Let's do it right, Kurt. Take some hot pictures of me dancing like a slut!"

I showed Yvonne where I wanted her to dance, turned on a flood lamp I placed in one corner, switched on the video camera, and then started the music. I'd picked some slow electronic dance music that would work well as background for an exotic dancer. Yvonne is a terrific dancer, so she began moving in a sexy, swaying style that was perfect for what we were trying to do.

She danced for about a minute, then I gave her a signal that let her know it was time to start removing her clothes. Looking like a professional stripper, she slowly lifted the camisole over her head and threw it across the room. She turned around in a slow circle so the camera could see her from every angle.

Soon, she knew it was time to take off her bottoms. I kept snapping still photos that showed her lowering them to her ankles. Concentrating on the task at hand was difficult for me by this point. She looked so erotic that every part of me wanted to take her in my arms, throw her on the bed, and ravage her. I had to force myself to remember that part of what I was trying to do was allow Yvonne to enjoy her exhibitionist streak.

That's why I planned a shoot like this. I wanted her to remember what we did on the day I told her I loved her for the first time. I wanted the necklace to serve as a physical memento. I wanted the photos and video to give us a record of the day's events, and I wanted the sex we were about to have to be new and different in a memorable way. I thought Dad would approve of my effort to create a special day for Yvonne.

I moved my hands in a circle, letting her know I wanted her to turn around and around as she danced. While she did, I removed my clothes and turned down the music. I sat in a chair, motioned for Yvonne to come toward me, and then aimed the video camera in our direction.

"Suck my cock," I said softly. "Get down on your knees and suck my cock."

You need to know that Yvonne had never put her cock in my mouth before this. I'd eaten her pussy lots of times, and I was a bit disappointed that she hadn't decided on her own that she needed to return the favor. But I understood that Yvonne was a virgin just a few months ago. I hoped I hadn't overwhelmed her by exposing her to so many new types of eroticism during the short time since we became intimate.

For your information, I firmly believe that the women who sleep with me need to be willing to provide first-class blowjobs. That means swallowing. Enthusiastically. I don't have much patience for women who are squeamish about the taste of cum. I always spend lots of time eating pussy, and I'm perfectly willing to eat some creampie on special occasions. It's only fair that women reciprocate.

The best part of a blowjob is when the man is cumming, and the woman sucks the seed out of his balls. That! Feels!! Great!!! I am willing to do whatever a woman needs to be satisfied sexually, and I deserve the same treatment in return.

For weeks, I had planned to introduce Yvonne to blowjobs before she went off to school. But I wasn't going to ask her to swallow - not yet. For today, I just wanted her to spend a few minutes giving me pleasure with her mouth. I planned to ask for a full blowjob on the day before she left town. That would give her one more thing to remember about that day.

She looked a little frightened as she approached my hard cock. I put my hand behind her head and pulled her closer, guiding the tip between her lips. Yvonne didn't know how to give a proper blowjob, but that was alright. This was her first time. She'd learn. I'd teach her how to be a first-class cocksucker.

"That's it, baby. That's right," I said, aiming my voice toward the microphone. "That feels so good. I love what you're doing." I moved her hair away from the side of her face nearest the camera, making sure the video captured a good angle to show the way she looked the first time she sucked my cock. She realized what I was doing, and I suspect it stimulated her exhibitionism.

She began getting more enthusiastic, and it wasn't long before I saw that she was prepared to swallow my load. That was gratifying, but I didn't want to let her do that yet. We'd done enough new things for one day. We could save that experience for later.

"That's enough, Yvonne," I said, holding her head in my hands and pulling her away from my cock. She looked surprised when I stopped her. "I'm ready for more," I said. "I'm ready to have sex with the woman I love."

I guided Yvonne to the bed and aimed the camera tripod toward her. It had been an eventful day. In many ways, everything that happened was foreplay that led to this moment. Remembering Dad's advice, I decided that what happened next needed to be simple. This was no time for sexual gymnastics. We needed to have slow, gentle, loving sex, and we needed to record it for our future enjoyment.

That wasn't going to be easy for me. After experiencing Yvonne sucking my cock for the first time, I was so excited I felt ready to explode. Controlling myself would be challenging. If I'd been smarter, I would have masturbated earlier. Dad advised me to do that before a hot date, and I'd always thought it helped me be a better lover. But I'd forgotten. It was too late now.

I kissed Yvonne on the lips, then kissed her again. My hands began wandering across her body, touching her new necklace, and caressing her breasts. She seemed much more excited than usual. Every time I touched her, she seemed to shiver and shake. It was obvious that she didn't need or want more foreplay, so I climbed on top of her body and placed my cock between her legs.

The instant I pressed inside, Yvonne had an explosive climax. She shrieked with excitement, and every muscle in her body clenched. It reminded me of the magic moment when she gave me her virginity. She began wailing joyfully, and I was glad the camera was capturing the scene. This was a very special moment on a very special day. It was nice knowing that we'd have a hot video that helped us remember this forever.

Her throbbing pussy felt so good that it made me cum. I'd had a lot of stimulation by this time, and I wasn't able to postpone my climax, so I didn't even try. Yvonne cried out each time she felt my cock shoot another blast of warm wetness inside her. "Aaaaahhh! Aaaaaahhh! Aaaaahhh!!!" she said.

There was nothing I could do but hold on until it was over. My cock slipped wetly from inside Yvonne soon after her orgasm ended. Her body slowly went limp. We lay in each other's arms for a long moment, then I noticed she was crying.

"Baby! What's wrong!?" I asked.

"I'm so happy. So happy," she said, sobbing. "No one could ever make me happier than I am right now. Oh God, Kurt. I love you so much. I am so glad I can finally say that out loud."

I hoped the microphone picked up those words. It would provide a wonderful memory when we watched the video during the years ahead.

We made no attempt to move for a long time. There was no reason. Nothing could be more pleasurable than the way it felt to be wrapped in each other's arms. Yvonne finally said she wanted to get up, and I assumed she wanted to get out of bed. But I was wrong. She rolled me on my back and moved down so she could suck my cock again.

I was thrilled to see her do this on her own. There was no hesitation. She didn't seem the slightest bit squeamish about the fact that my cock was covered with our juices. She'd been hesitant when she sucked my cock earlier; all that uncertainty was gone as she went down on me like a fierce woman who'd been giving blowjobs for years.

We'd been together long enough that Yvonne knew I could get a second erection after a brief rest, and that this second erection usually lasted a lot longer than the first. She wasn't ready to quit having sex. She knew that if she resurrected my cock with her mouth, we could have a second romp in bed.

It worked, of course. Yvonne's inspired action with her tongue and lips made me hard again. As soon as she could, she straddled my torso so she could ride me cowgirl-style. She slammed down on my body, shoving my cock all the way inside her pussy, which was so wet I entered her easily.

"I'm going to make you cum so hard... so hard," she hissed through gritted teeth as she pounded up and down. I was surprised that she felt so ardent after having such a powerful orgasm, but the evidence of her arousal was everywhere I looked. The only explanation was that her successful introduction to the world of cocksucking must have excited her. Yvonne could probably tell that I was proud of the job she did on me. That might have inspired her to show off for the camera.

It wasn't going to be easy to make me climax again so soon. But Yvonne looked determined, and I did my best to help her succeed. I looked up at her beautiful form, caressing her with my hands and eyes. Her fierce resolve gave me a glimpse of a side of Yvonne I'd never seen. She didn't look like the innocent, virginal girl I'd known months earlier. The person riding me like a rodeo cowgirl was an experienced woman who was proud of her sexual prowess.

She had to work for it. Several minutes elapsed as Yvonne labored to get me off. Most women would have gotten too tired to continue. But she was a strong, athletic girl. She was able to keep having a kind of sex that was like an aerobic workout. I heard her taking deep breaths as time went on, and I hoped the microphone was capturing this evidence of her erotic exertion.

No one should be surprised to hear she succeeded. "You did it, baby," I told her. "I'm going to cum. I'm... I'm... cumming." I didn't have much seed because I'd climaxed earlier, but I felt good about the fact that the throbbing of my cock let Yvonne know she made me have another orgasm.

She seemed very proud of herself. Good! I was proud of her. Very proud. Dad had advised me to do my best to provide new sexual experiences for the women I took to bed. He said I should introduce new positions and techniques gradually, allowing girls to thoroughly enjoy one before adding another. Yvonne and I did this all summer, starting with vanilla sex in the missionary position and moving steadily to where we were that day, when we used a camera to create an amateur sex video that showed Yvonne performing the kind of sex acts that could get her a job as a porn actress. The former ingenue was now a fierce vixen. I couldn't have loved her more - or felt more pride.

We slowly got out of bed, put our clothes on, and drove back to the studio. Our summer was almost over.

As our time together diminished, we looked for every opportunity to be intimate. Increasingly, an element of desperation became part of our relationship. I made plans to introduce one more surprise before Yvonne left town. It happened on the morning of our last day together.

Yvonne knew I had something special in mind that day because I set up a video camera again. That only happened when I wanted her to try something new. Things started in a conventional way. We removed our clothes and enjoyed some extended foreplay before I got between Yvonne's legs and began eating her pussy. I drove her right to the edge of a climax, then stopped. She must have wondered why I didn't make her cum. I intended to get her as aroused as possible before what happened next.

I climbed off her body, then maneuvered her into a position where she was kneeling on the floor between my legs. "Suck my cock, baby," I said, speaking to the microphone. I put one hand behind her head and guided her gently toward my body. "Make my cock feel good."

Yvonne made eye contact and smiled. She'd sucked me a few times since her first attempt a week ago. She'd gotten used to the idea that sucking me was excellent foreplay, and that it was a particularly reliable way to resurrect my dick after I had my first orgasm. I'd done everything I could to let her know I enjoyed and appreciated her efforts. Today, I planned to ask her to take the obvious next step on her journey to becoming a champion cocksucker.

I cradled her head in my hands as she bobbed up and down. She'd learned to use one hand to stroke the part of my shaft that didn't fit in her mouth, and she'd become very proficient at taking my dick as deep as she could. I wasn't surprised that she hadn't made any attempt to deep-throat me; that seemed like something she wouldn't attempt for a long time.

One particularly delightful thing about Yvonne's technique was that she was so good at making eye contact. Like most guys, I love the way it looks when a woman does that. Yvonne had gotten into the habit of winking at me as she sucked me off; that never failed to send a surge of blood to my groin.

I held her head a little tighter than usual. Yvonne knew she could pull away if she wanted, but my grip was tight enough to let her know I wanted her to keep sucking without interruption. She honored my wishes, showing no sign of wanting to stop.

Since I hadn't climaxed yet that day, my balls contained a full load of my seed. It wasn't going to take much effort for Yvonne to make me have an orgasm. But I'd never climaxed in her mouth before.

That was about to change. It was the last day before we parted, and I'd decided it was the perfect time for Yvonne to give me a real blowjob. She never refused to do anything I asked, and I didn't expect her to resist. But lots of women don't like the idea of allowing a man to cum in their mouths; they don't like the taste, and they are firmly against swallowing. I might have been pushing Yvonne to do something she didn't want.

We were about to find out.

"Baby, you're going to make me cum," I said, speaking loud enough for the microphone to record the words. "You're doing so good. It feels so good." I tightened my grip as she bobbed her head. By then, she must have realized what I wanted. She'd surely done some thinking about how she felt about it, and whether she wanted to do it for me.

The climax was building inside me when I said, "I'm going to cum, Yvonne. When I cum, suck a little harder. Suck my cum out of my balls, baby. Suck it down to your belly, Yvonne. Please, baby. Suck me off."

Seconds later, I erupted into her mouth. She looked a bit uncertain at first, but she did exactly as I asked. She moved the head of my cock as far back into her mouth as she could and sucked a little harder as I came and came and came. Some of it leaked from around her lips, but she did her best to swallow every drop.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh... ohhhhhhhhh... ohhhhhhhh..." I said as waves of sensation moved through my cock and balls. "Baby... ahhhhhhh... this feels sooooooo good... so good," I said. The camera captured the sight of her throat contracting as she swallowed each gulp.

Yvonne did not stop until long after she'd sucked the last drop of seed from my dick. It was amazing. She could not have done better. I was glad that we had a video showing it. I realized that the recording would be a little better if I said something that mentioned the fact that it was Yvonne's first blowjob.

"Baby, that was fabulous," I said, aiming my voice toward the microphone. "How did it feel to give your first real blowjob?"

Yvonne looked as happy as a kid being praised for doing a perfect somersault. "I didn't know what to expect," she said. "I just knew I wanted to make you happy!"

"Everything you do makes me happy," I said, taking her by the shoulders and kissing her. "Thank you. It was great."

"I feel wonderful every time I'm with you," she said. "Kurt, I'll do anything you want. Anything. I love you, Kurt. I'll suck your cock whenever you want."

"I love you too, Yvonne," I said. "I'm going to miss you when you're gone. It's going to be hard to wait until I see you again."

Yvonne looked like she wanted to cry. "I don't think I'll be able to stand it!" she said. "Kurt, I don't want to leave! I want to stay here with you!"

"I know you do, baby. And I want you to stay," I replied. "But we've talked about this. You're going to do great things at college, Yvonne. It needs to happen. I'll visit soon. We'll survive."

With that, I maneuvered Yvonne into position so I could go down on her again. She hadn't climaxed yet, and I was going to make sure she had a particularly powerful orgasm on our last day together. I ate her pussy until she climaxed, and by that time my cock was hard enough for us to enjoy a long, slow, loving session of missionary-style sex.

That provided a nice conclusion for a particularly nice sex tape. I knew we'd watch it together sometime in the future. It would help us remember how we felt at the end of our first summer together.

Later that day, we sat down and looked at a calendar so we could plan the upcoming fall. Yvonne's college had a 15-week semester. We agreed that I'd make the drive to campus every three weeks so we could spend weekends together.

I'm sure that sounds like more than enough time to keep our relationship alive, but we expected it would be difficult. After all, we'd enjoyed sex virtually every day since Yvonne gave me her virginity. Most days, we had sex several times. I didn't relish the idea of so much enforced celibacy.

I was particularly concerned about Yvonne, because she was a healthy young woman with a sex drive even stronger than mine. It was unpleasant to think about the fact that she was about to be surrounded by thousands of horny young men who would recognize that she was one of the hottest co-eds on campus.

There was nothing I could do about it. The next morning, Yvonne's parents drove her to campus and helped her move into a dorm room she shared with another girl. Although we had video calls almost every single day, it was nothing like the intensely emotional contact we enjoyed in person.

As soon as Yvonne left town, I began slowly going crazy.

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Hmmm. Everything seemed to be going well until that last sentence. What, exactly, does Kurt mean when he says he "began slowly going crazy?" Find out in Part 7.