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End Part 5: Senior year was right around the corner. Summer was great, but was this just a fling? Would we be a couple that lasted through high school, or would we fail like so many others? “Harder, Chris. Harder! Ngh…I’m go…gonna…gonna CUM! HOLY FUCK CHRIS!” I unloaded my cum into Jamie’s tight cunt. This was the day before school started. It was our last fuck of the summer. I had brought her to the spot of our first date. Again, we picnicked, and then fucked. Four times. I lost count of how many times Jamie came, but I know it was a lot. Unfortunately the summer was over. Time to get back to school. I was scared shitless. Summer had very little stress, and I knew that Jamie and I would have no problems throughout the summer. Senior year scared me though. School stressed both of us out, as we were among the tops in our class (Jamie eventually graduated at number 3 and me at number 9). We were engaged in high level classes, and really had to work hard. Senior year was not a knock off year for us. If anything, it was more stressful than Junior year. But there we were on the first day, strolling into the halls hand in hand, ready to fight for our new relationship together. Despite the relatively few people from school that we saw over the summer it was obvious that everyone knew we were together. News travels fast in high school, no doubt helped out by facebook and other similar sites. Jamie and I had planned to take only a couple of classes together for the first semester. We would get to see each other, but not overwhelmingly. Although it went unsaid, we didn’t want the awkward running into each other if we happened to break up. But things were looking good for us. School started off relatively easy. The classes had yet to pick up in difficulty, and Jamie and I were getting together frequently. We would play the occasional tennis match before it got too cold, and afterwards catch a movie or grab some dinner. Every now and again we would drive up to the spot of our first date and enjoy the scenery, inevitably ending with us fucking like rabbits. We had quite a good sex life, peppered by the occasional threesome istanbul travesti with a family member. Every time, after I finished inside of her, I would tell her I loved her. She had still not said it back to me, but I wasn’t worried. I could tell she felt it, but was just not ready to say it. She was guarding her feelings, still making sure I wouldn’t hurt her. I was perplexed, however. I thought I had made it painfully clear to her that the last thing I wanted was to hurt her. I needed advice and so I went to my normal sounding board, Laura. She was away in college, but always made time for a phone call from her little cousin. Especially since she figured that it was usually a booty call. “Hey cuz! Thank god you called. I’ve been horny as hell.” “Sorry to hear that, but this is not a booty call, Laura. I need some advice.” “Ok, but I might have to charge you. I charge an orgasm per half hour session, plus additional fees if the details are juicy.” “A little steep, but I think I can handle it. I want to talk in person, can I meet you at your dorm in a few?” “Yea. Come on by.” Being a Sunday, I had no plans, and neither did Laura. I drove the 15 minutes to her school, and parked next to her dorm. As soon as I knocked, she answered the door, wearing nothing but a smile. “Laura, I told you I needed advice.” “I know. I figured I would charge you upfront. No sex, no advice.” I was happy to comply. I entered her room and picked her up. She wrapped her legs around my waist and interlocked her hands behind my head. I passionately kissed her. Although I never mad love to her, she was more affectionate than her sister. She preferred some foreplay, rather than just a hard rutting and a thank you. I lay her on her bed and began to climb on top of her. She stopped me. “Uh uh. This is a no clothing zone. Those who enter this zone with clothes get no sex.” I quickly disrobed, leaving me as naked as she was. Climbed on top of her, and kissed her passionately again. She responded beautifully, kissing me with a passion that only Jamie could outdo. I kissed down her body, ready to pay my debt of orgasms istanbul travestileri to my sexy therapist. I licked down to her heaving breasts, rosy with desire. I took her nipple in my mouth, kissing it tenderly. I licked the hardened nub, flicking it with my tongue. I began to suck it into my mouth, eliciting a moan from Laura. My hand shot out to her other breast, pinching and squeezing her other nipple. Her hands pushed down on my head, forcing me to her breasts. I had no problem with this arrangement. I bit down on her nipple, as she squealed in pleasure. The hand that was not caressing a breast moved south to my cousin’s shaved cunt. Rubbing it, I could feel the heat and moisture. I slipped a digit inside her, again rewarded with a moan. I began fingering her, thrusting my finger in and out of her clutching cunt. She began to buck up towards my finger. I added a second finger to her twitching twat (I’m trying out some alliteration). She began to buck up faster to my thrusting hand, and she crashed into an orgasm. I slipped my hard on into her pussy and began thrusting into her hard. Her orgasm had just ended, and now she was well on her way to another. I began fucking her relentlessly, driving myself to orgasm as well. I was worked up from being on top of her for a while with no release. I knew I wouldn’t last long. Lucky for me, she wasn’t going to either. She came, clenching and unclenching her cunt around my dick, forcing orgasm upon me. I unloaded, painting her insides white with my cum. “Did that qualify as payment?” “Oh god yes. Definitely. What’s the problem.” I always admired how she could go from insane pleasure to business in a matter of seconds. “Well, Jamie and I are doing great as a couple. We click in every way, and we are really good together. And the sex is fantastic.” “So what’s the problem?” “For weeks now, I’ve been telling her I love her, and she hasn’t said it back. I don’t know why, and although I think she feels it, I want her to say it.” “Have you told this to her?” “No, I don’t want her to think I’m doubting her affection towards me.” “Do travesti istanbul you know about her past relationships?” “Not really. I know she was with other people before me, but I don’t know what happened.” “Well, Jamie and Amy have always been friends, and Amy has confided in my what Jamie has told her. Jamie has been in a series of dead-end relationships. She was always the person who cared more about the relationship and the other person. On more than one occasion, she was hurt by this. Now that she has found someone who cares for her, she is happy, deliriously happy. She has told Amy that she loves you, but can’t say it. She doesn’t want to feel too strongly about you, then get hurt.” “I never knew. But I’ve tried to make it clear that I would never hurt her. That’s the last thing I want to do.” “She knows that, but she is still guarding herself. I don’t know what will prove to her that you won’t hurt her, but she will come around soon. I’ve seen the way you are around her. She’ll come around soon enough. Just don’t change.” “Thanks Laura.” “Oh and one more thing. You probably shouldn’t mention this visit. To Amy or Jamie. They tell each other everything.” “Consider it done.” After my conversation with Laura, I resigned myself to being the best boyfriend I could possibly be. I wanted her to be comfortable with me, finally trust me to know that I would never hurt her. I decided to call her when I got home. “Hey baby. Whatcha doin?” “Just thinking about you. Figured I would call.” “That’s sweet.” We talked for a while more. As always she said bye, then I ended the conversation with “I love you.” Again, I was met by a dial tone. Our relationship was as strong as ever. School was getting into full force, and Jamie was balancing everything amazingly. Friends, school work, me. Nobody felt neglected. She was even easing the transition for some new students. She had been nominated by classmates as the Senior Class Delegate. She was in charge of dealing with parents, faculty and new students. One of whom she really got along with. Her name was Jenna, and she was hanging around with Jamie almost at much as Amy and I were. Although a little shy, she was an absolute bombshell. Standing at five foot five inches tall, and weighing no more than 115 pounds (much of that in her bra), she, Amy, and my girlfriend were the object of many lustful stares in the halls. She had cute bouncy brown hair and matching brown eyes.

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