Diana Love Story (PT. 4). We go to work, and our bond becomes stronger. E-Book

Tina Scott

• Herausgeber: Youcanprint
• Kategorie: Ratgeber
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2022

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DIANA 4 Now they are no longer in High school; they have grown and advanced in their studies. Now they're in college. The relationship grows stronger, and after they overcame the summer separation, the two love birds are now together. The sex was awesome and explosive. They have constant sex, and it was so awesome. They would have sex at Jon's place, and after the long and explosive sex, Diana would have to wash the semen off her body; the bond was as strong as that. Now they have to go to college, but college could not stop their love from waxing stronger.

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Diana Love Story (PT. 4)

Diana Love Story (PT. 4)

We go to work, and our bond becomes stronger.

Tina Scott

Diana bounded awake when the alarm went off at 9, but I failed to get there. I'd had a lot less sleep, and it was showing. We produced the little free pot of coffee in the room and sipped it while sitting in bed after taking turns in the shower. "You don't look like you got much sleep, sweetheart," she noted. "I'm pretty sure I knew why."

"Yes, something came back to us when we were lying here. What am I going to do with my father? What about my family? My mother will be crushed if she finds out. Camilla would be crushed as a result. I'm at a loss as to how to cope with this. I honestly don't."

"I'm going to suggest Bear. And bear with me. What do you think of spending the remainder of the summer with me at camp? It can hold you away from your home until your emotions have calmed down. Even with nearly five weeks to go, they could still use a few counselors, especially for two of the boy's classes. I believe it would be better for you."

"What about my responsibilities to Sy and Marilyn? What about Camilla and my mother? Cammy will think something is wrong, and Mom will suspect something is wrong. I told her that I would do stuff for her. She'll be seriously injured. I'd consider it if we weren't starting school a week after camp ended. I'm most concerned with Cammy. If it should fall out, she'll be right in the center of it."

"I'm still concerned for you, Jon. If it doesn't fall out, you and your father will be arguing before you leave for kindergarten. You will be enraged because it will poison you. And it can contaminate all of the marriages, including ours. Whatever you decide, I'll be there for you. But, please, think about it. And I've got an idea. We clean up, sign out, get a bite to eat, and head back to camp. You could try out one of the groups for the day and see if you like it. If you wish to do so, they will enable you to begin next week to end the week at the printers. I believe you need this, sweetheart. Home isn't going to save you right now."

I considered it. It seemed like just what I was looking for. Mom would understand, but she would be disappointed. Camilla, on the other hand, will be wounded. That isn't good. Still, I had to prioritize my desires. I thought I'd give it a shot. Maybe I won't like it, and the point is moot. "OK, I'll give it a shot. We should probably have some cleaning done."

We also took a shower at the same time. We took turns soaping each other up after shampooing my hair (we didn't have time to do Diana's long hair), and touching leads to hugging, and kissing led to more touching and more aggressiveness. Meanwhile, I steered her, so she was sitting against the white tiles, and we kissed under the steaming hot water.

"My sexy Angel," I exclaimed as Diana moved her hand quicker, then slower, alternating her grasp and action in no discernible pattern. It was both exhilarating and stressful because I couldn't fall into a groove. "Do you realize you're making me insane?"

"Maybe I might focus more if your fingertips weren't doing magical stuff to my body. But don't even think about doing what you're doing!" Diana's hips pressed down tightly on my fingertips a minute later, and I pinched her clit as she approached, her lips caressing mine. "That was intense! You have such potential! "With a chuckle, she said. "It's now your time. Let's get you out of here." "You're so sweet to me," I exclaimed, catching my breath. Diana had her hair in a shower cap, but she always looked stunning to me, and I promised myself that if we lived the next 70 years together, she would remain so.

We dried off and did the stuff we needed to do to prepare for the day after some more soaping up to wash my sperm off Diana. We checked out, retrieved my car from the ridiculously overpriced parking space, and drove through Manhattan traffic into Queens. We stopped at a diner for breakfast (including REAL bacon!) before heading back to the camp.

We were relatively silent on the way upstate. We listened to music on my eight-track and sang along a bit, but my mind was elsewhere. The loss to my family was something I kept circling in my mind. I understood what I wanted to do when we came within a few miles of the camp. I wanted to get home. I wanted to be truthful with Diana. Diana didn't say anything when I sped by the center; I looked at her and saw she understood what was coming. We stopped at a nearby deli for a drink and relaxed in the same park where we had lunch a few weeks before.

"That's fine, Jon. Tell me what I already remember."

"I have to go home, honey; it has nothing to do with my career. It's a member of my kin. I know my father, and I may have difficult times, but I can't leave them like this. Mom and Cammy have no idea what's going on, and I realize my issue with my father would make it difficult, and they'll ask what's going on. So they'd be suspicious if I just left my work and flew to here. Because if anything falls out when I'm gone, they'll be devastated because I won't be around to assist them. What if I make this work and my mother finds out after two weeks? I'd have to quit right after I got started. This whole thing is totally messed up."

"I suppose there's nothing I can suggest to persuade you otherwise, is there?" No, I said, shaking my head. There wasn't any. Diana let out a deep breath of sorrow and disappointment. "I don't want you to get hurt. Or your loved ones. Or it might be us. I wish you could all forget what we saw and go on about your life as if nothing had changed, but that's not true."

"No, Angel. It isn't. I don't believe anybody would ever forget it. It's pretty much ingrained in my mind." Diana slid closer to me on the park bench, and we hugged closely. We were silent for a moment, and a couple of her campmates came nearby, even on their day off. They began to approach, but Diana shook her head back and forth, signaling them to stay clear. "Thank you for having them feel it wasn't a nice time, honey."

"That's not a challenge, Bear. It's a very bad moment right now. If you're curious, I'm terrified shit. We're worried about how much this would cost us. The last thing I expect to happen is for you to leave me. I'm sure you'll be so hurt that it would affect those around you."

"I think I can't promise that won't happen. What I can claim is that I adore you and require your presence in my life. You might be the thing that saves my season. I'll see you once a week. And though it's just to drive in my car all day and hold each other. Next week, I'll be here."

She was shedding a few tears, nothing major, but Diana was sad, sad for me. Hell, I was down as well. She said, "Why don't you join me at camp for the rest of the day? Sheryl, the camp owner, will let you spend the rest of the day with us and linger for dinner. So long as we don't get too sentimental." Her grin melted my aching heart as she looked back at me.

"Sure, if you're sure, let's go. I'll look at how my girlfriend spends her time away from me." We kissed a couple of times before walking to my car and driving to camp.

Sure enough, the owner, a lovely lady called Sheryl, permitted me to remain until 9 p.m. as long as I remained with Diana's party. It was about 2 p.m., so there was plenty of time, particularly because dinner was served at 6 p.m. Since I didn't have a bathing suit, the one thing I couldn't do was float.

It was a great pleasure. Her party was delighted to see Diana return early, and the girls were overjoyed to have a 'child' counselor for a few hours. We played softball (some of those kids were very good), I remained with the senior workers while the rest of the camp went swimming in the afternoon, and then I entered the squad for an Arts & Crafts activity before dinner. I stuck with Diana and her friends the whole time, resisting the temptation to embrace her and sneaking in a couple of moments of hand-holding. Aside from Diana, the girls argued for who will sit next to me. They were lovely children. They made me think of my sister, who reminded me why I wanted to be at home. Cammy might need my assistance.

Following dinner, there was a large fire, chanting, and toasting marshmallows about what you'd find at a campfire at night. Diana instructed her girls to say farewell to me at 8 p.m. and told her assistants she'd be back in an hour. Cynthia grinned knowingly, recognizing that because it was officially her day off, she might take an hour. I said goodnight to everybody, and they all said it back, with a few staff members blowing whistles and creating other noises.

Diana said as we walked to my vehicle, "Drive around a quarter-mile to the side road on the right. We'll get some peace for a bit." I understood what she was thinking, and it succeeded for me as well. I exited the main road and entered a side road, where I discovered a tiny clearing. It's fine. "We don't have much time, so hurry up. Let's take the back seat."

"Yes, ma'am," I replied, mock saluting her. We dashed into the back room and were embracing and touching each other in no time. My hand slipped under Diana's top and bra, cupping her right breast and lightly pulling on her nipple. She moaned in my mouth while rubbing my chest beneath my sweater, her slender fingers raking through my hairs. Our shirts and bras were then off, and I assisted her in lying back on the seat as I sucked her left nipple with hunger.

"It feels so sweet, Bear," she said as I helped her out of her cut-off shorts and pantyhose. After that, Diana caught my head and pulled my lips to hers for a slew of hot, smoking-hot kisses. "Jon, I need you to fuck me. Don't want to make love to me. Fuck me like it's our last night alive. Do it ferociously, like my Dirty Bear."

"Honey, don't worry, we're not breaking..."

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes This is what I want of you tonight. I want you to cum me over and over again. So I'll make certain you blow up for me. But, please, take me seriously tonight!" Her voice almost begged me, and to be fair, I wanted her just as much.

"If that's what you're looking for, my Naughty Devil." I kissed her passionately. Diana gasped out, her back arched, and she put her feet down on the seat to reach me halfway, a great match. Her legs wrapped around my waist, her arms wrapped around my upper back, and we repeatedly kissed as I thrust deep and heavy. And, through Diana's tightness, I was able to shift freely inside her with a perfectly normal motion. We were so in sync with each other by then.

Our gestures were similar to those of skilled performers at the time.

Our moves, though, were far from the elegance synonymous with experienced performers. We were fucking each other like beasts, with grunts and cries that can be associated with raw physical touch. Diana scraped her nails down my back, and my balls slapped loudly against her rear. I pulled firmly and ground my pubic bone on her clit every five to six strokes, and she would scream out and shudder, even to a full orgasm. Then we began again, fucking a little faster, and then she came back, maybe ten minutes later.

"Do you think you'll be able to cum with me the next time, Bear?" Diana inquired, smiling up at me and exhaling heavily.

"I'll give it a shot, honey. I'd be delighted to." I kissed her softer, then let myself go, figuring out my own pace for orgasm. We were thrusting with each other, raping each other with the intention of a mutual orgasm. Her hands squeezed my butt cheeks, her nails digging in slightly, exhilarating me evermore. We were sweaty, we were out of steam, and we were ecstatic for each other. Our tongues keep meeting each other, kissing all over our mouths, necks, and backs.

We wished we could spend the night together, even though it meant sleeping in the back seat of my vehicle. But it couldn't happen; she needed to go back to her campers, and I needed to get home, no matter how exhausted I was. The very last thing I needed to do was confront my father. Not that night, and certainly not anytime soon. So I didn't have a say. I needed to get to work the following day.

Diana and I hugged each other, unable to bear the thought of the night coming to an end. "I have to get ready, Bear. I have to go. I'm sorry I did. Furthermore, you must get on the path before it is too late. And do me a favor and get a Coke or Pepsi from the grocery shop. Anything caffeinated to get you home."

"Yes, I'll be up all night. Don't be concerned for me, Angel. I'm going to be great. I'll listen to the radio or a cassette and sing along. Besides, if I don't make the music, I'll have a lot on my mind. I'm not going to doze off while driving. Can you contact me on Thursday night?"

"As is customary. You couldn't put an end to me." We'd moved to the front so I could drop her off at the office. I arrived a few minutes before 9 a.m., and we kept hands every second before the clock struck 9 a.m. "My tall, precious Bear, I adore you. Please drive with caution. Make me a promise!"

"Angel, I swear. I'm going to be great. And I adore you as well. Thank you so much, my love. For becoming the most devoted girlfriend imaginable."

"Thank you for a wonderful experience. And if you're having problems, if you're mad, and you're not sure what to do, call here. If it's an emergency, they'll come for me. You mean something to me." Diana had to leave after we embraced the more time. She grinned as she walked through the office to the grounds, and I turned around and returned home with a significant burden on my back.

I didn't listen to music on the drive home because I tried to find out how to confront my father without entering into a big argument or informing my mother that something bad was wrong. So I couldn't make out what was going on. I thought that if I could only fake it, I'd be able to get through it. I'd never been such a fine liar. I was about to discover the reality.