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Adventures of the Young Photographer [Finale] (18+)

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Adventures of the Young Photographer [Finale] (18+)

Then she sucked my softening cock dry and licked it clean. She swallowed every drop. Then, much to my surprise, and against all the laws of science, I started getting hard again. Her eyes opened wide.

She held my cock in her hand and watched it get larger and harder. “Edwin!” I loved the way she said my name this time as if with those two syllables she wanted to tell me that she had never seen a cock as responsive as mine. That I was a better lover than any of the golden boys she had blown before. That she wanted me to fuck her again, right now.

I heard the automatic garage door opening.

“Shit! They’re home!” I said.

“Wow, our timing was perfect!” she said, giggling gleefully. We dressed quickly. She didn’t even bother to clean the smeared cum off her tits but just threw her shirt over it without the bra, causing it to get dark with my wetness.

When she was dressed, she smiled at me and said, “How do I look?”

She was joking. She knew that her face was still striped with my cum. I got the wet towel and wiped her face clean while she giggled. When I was done I had the urge to kiss her… but before I got the chance, she turned around and took the second flashcard from the camera and put it in her breast pocket.

She also took the tape from the camcorder. “I’ll get these back to you, erased of course. I don’t mean to be all “blackmaily” with you, but if you show any of those photos to anyone at all, or even so much as tell a soul about any of this, I’ll plaster naked pictures of you all over the school. So don’t fuck this up, okay?”

I nodded.

“Can I trust you Edwin?” she asked, smiling. Her beautiful eyes stared at me unwavering.

I nodded. I was stiff. Shocked somehow. It was over. Tomorrow we’d be back at school, and I’d be a nobody again, and she’d go right back to ignoring me as always. It was sad. I took her out the back hallway so we could avoid running into my parents.

I walked her to the road. After she was buckled in she said to me, almost as an afterthought,

“See you tomorrow.” I wanted to kiss her goodbye, but… I knew it would be crossing a line. She wasn’t my girlfriend. We had some fun, but now it was over.

That’s the nature of great experiences. They all come to an end, and all you have left of them are the memories. Well, at least I had the photos of her in the fur wrap to remember her by.

That night I lay in stunned silence, unable to sleep, thinking about Dara and what we’d done. Not wanting to forget a single detail, I got up in the middle of the night and wrote down everything that had happened.

And I made an emergency backup DVD of the photos and hid it away so even if my computer crashed, I wouldn’t lose those priceless pictures of Dara Johnson. But I also encrypted it so nobody could share our secret.

I anticipated that I would be masturbating to these photos for years to come. I would probably be looking at them when I was old and gray, looking back fondly on the greatest night of my life.

The next day at school I didn’t cross paths with Dara all morning. I was pretty sure she was ignoring me as usual. At lunch, I sat with my regular friends and looked at Dara over at the popularity table. She was laughing with her beautiful friends.

But I didn’t mind so much. She had given me the greatest gift I could have ever asked for. It would be greedy to expect more.

At the end of lunch, however, Dara walked up to my table.

“There you are! I forgot you sat over here! I’ve been looking everywhere for you!” My friends looked on in stunned silence.

“So, Edwin. Can you come over after school? I wanted to show some pictures I took recently. I want to get your artistic opinion on them.

Give me pointers on how maybe I can improve. And there’s this little movie project I’m working on. Maybe you can help me edit it. Whattaya think?”

I didn’t know what to say for a few moments. Then I said, “Sure!”

“Cool,” she said, “See you after assembly.”

“Cool,” I replied. She kissed me on the cheek and sauntered off back to her friends.

I looked around at the rest of the nerds and they looked at me in amazement.

“What was that?” asked Kunle.

“She just likes photography… it turns out.”

“Dude,” said Kunle, “Dara Johnson’s your girlfriend!”

“No,” I said. I looked at her walking away. She looked back over her shoulder at me and smiled. Fuck. He was right!


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