Don't Stand So Close (completed)

Chapter 12*

After hearing Harry tell me he loved me and that he saw us together til we were old I felt different about everything with our relationship. He really wanted me, all of me, forever. Just like I wanted him. What we were doing wasn't really wrong. The issue of our age difference was society's problem. What we had was real and we were in love. Some people wouldn't like it but they would come around when they saw how we loved one another, how pure it and good it was. They had to.

We made love over and over again into the following day. I had never felt such happiness from another person before. Harry was like my best friend and lover all rolled into one. He couldn't replace Starla but Harry was also irreplaceable.

And when I say we made love over and over again, there isn't a single part of me that's exaggerating. We finished his box of condoms and had to open up the pack that I had in my purse. Well, one of the condoms snapped when we were in his tub and I was riding him. I felt it kind of pop inside of me so I slid off of him and the tip had busted. Harry was already stretching those fuckers out to the max and that combined with the water we were submerged in made the condom too weak to hold up. So, we quickly moved to his bed, our wet bodies colliding over his blankets and we continued our love making.

It's also interesting having sex with someone who is experienced and not ashamed of anything to do with sex when it means good sex. One example is that Harry has a bunch of lube. I've never slept with a guy who ever considered buying lube because they probably thought it was for 'older' women. Well, Harry likes to use it on himself when he masturbates (he told me) because it's much nicer feeling than lotion or cream, closer to the natural lubrication of a woman, and he also used it when he'd sleep with women and especially with anal because you can't just get the penis in there without something to help. And to think, all those times that I'd hear guys talking about anal sex but they were too embarrassed or dumb to buy lube – so either they were lying, or they were hurting their partner by not using any lubrication to enter them (they were probably lying).

I can't stop thinking of all the surfaces he fucked me on. Right after we confessed our love we began a very heated make out session. I wasn't wearing panties (I could never find them) and Harry just pulled his cock out of the front opening in his boxer briefs and he entered me slowly. We kept our lips together kissing slowly as I ground over him. Every now and then he'd back up and tell me he loved me and I'd tell him the same. It was slow and so full of emotion. Then I came and he had to pull out because, yes, we were too in the moment to get a condom. What?! We had just admitted to loving one another and getting up to grab a condom in that very moment wasn't going to work for us. It just wasn't, okay? So, he did pull out and I quickly crawled off of him, got onto my knees and took him in my mouth so that we'd make less of a mess. He jerked his dick off into my open mouth and then came after only about 30 seconds (he was so close by the time he pulled out anyway). I swallowed all of him and then climbed right back up into his lap and nuzzled into him. He held me in his arms and told me how happy he was.

Then he fucked me on his couch. Bent me over the plush arm, ate me out from behind, and made me cum then he fucked me. We got the arm of his couch a little wet because I squirted a bit. Again. I was surprised I squirted. I think I'm just so into Harry and so turned on that it's kind of activating something in me and I squirt sometimes now. Harry seems to not mind one bit.

Then we made love on one of his outdoor beds near the pool. The high walls covered in vines surrounding his backyard means we have total privacy. Except of course when I'm crying for him and saying quite loudly, fuck yes! right there! I'm coming, daddy! I'm sure the neighbors enjoyed that. Maybe they didn't hear it but I couldn't keep quiet and Harry told me not to. So...

Then he fucked into me on his bathroom vanity. He lifted me up so my back was to the mirror, ate me out gently and then rammed into me until we were both coming and all the products next to the sink had been pushed and fallen over from the ruckus.