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with his hand, being possessive like he always was, Henry wanted to stab his eyes out. “I’m more than sure.”

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    Henry went by the bookstore and exchanged his books, getting the right ones. This time he asked for the worker to point him in the right direction. Clearly, he couldn’t figure it out on his own.
    When he went home, he locked himself in his room and worked on his homework. There wasn’t much the first day, but he went through the assignments in his syllabus, getting an early start. He desperately wanted to get his mind off Sydney, the woman who held his heart in her palm. She seemed upset that he ’d changed his major, but he knew it was the right decision. Now that he would only see her for an hour a day, he might be able to move on.
    He knew Cory was home when the front door slammed. He always threw the door closed, practically ripping it off its hinges. It was annoying when it happened late at night when Henry was sleeping. He used to stay at Sydney’s on the weekend to avoid the drama of the house, but even then it was just an excuse to see her. He had other friends and other places he could go.
    When the headboard started to slam into his wall, he sighed. Cory always juggled a handful of girls, bringing them back to his place to be loud and infuriating. The girl started to moan. He recognized her voice. It was Emily.
    The board knocked into the wall harder as Cory did his thing. Her moans turned into screams. Henry ignored them and tried to finish his essay, but the sound was distracting. He grabbed his headphones, but he still felt the headboard thump into his wall. When he thought about sex, he always thought about the same person; Sydney.
    He started to daydream about her. Whenever she wore her white swimsuit, he always felt a boner form in his trunks. That was usually why he jumped in the water first, hoping the cold water would keep him limp. She probably wouldn’t notice anyway.
    The thought of her in a swimsuit made his cock spring to life. When he was hard, he became obsessed with the idea of Sydney. Her nipples always got pointy when she swam in the water. The thin fabric stuck to her round tits, perfectly forming to the contours of her body. He swallowed the lump in this throat when he thought about it, feeling more aroused by the second.
    Her string bikini was always a little loose. There were too many times when he wanted to pull the string, letting it fall fr om her hips. Her ass was round and lifted, showing her slender thighs underneath. When Henry imagined kissing her, his dick twitched. He glanced at his nightstand, knowing he kept a bottle of Vaseline and a roll of toilet paper inside. The headboard continued to slam against the wall. Music played in his ears, but he didn’t hear it. Instead, he imagined Sydney moaning, whispering his name.
    His breathing increased as his arousal took over his mind. Ashamed of his actions, he opened the drawer and pulled out the bottle. He felt his cheeks redden when he knew what he was about to do, but he was so horny he didn’t care. He opened the picture folder on his laptop and found a picture of Sydney in her swimsuit, the white one he loved so much. She was standing next to Nancy as they smiled at the camera, a full-body photo. Henry didn’t even notice Nancy in the picture. As he rubbed the lubricant onto his cock, he only stared at Sydney. His thumb caressed the tip before he rubbed it down his shaft to his balls. His breathing hitched as he felt the pleasure run through him. He stared at Sydney as he started to jerk himself hard.
    His thoughts turned to his fantasies. Sydney was his. She was lying underneath him, her slender legs wrapped around his waist. Her nails dug into his back, rocking him from below. Her voluptuous tits shook as he fucked her, her green eyes shining bright as he moved deeper inside her.
    “Sydney.” He jerked himself harder, squeezing tightly as he moved all the way down his shaft. His tip was tender when he