Already autumn. The prolonged slush does not allow to remove potatoes. People, fearing the onset of cold weather, chose potatoes from the crossed earth and stacked, where they could, under the roofs, so that they were already cleansed from adhering mud and put on winter storage.
We have few land, therefore, almost all autumn work has been completed. I am finishing the cutting of the stems of future brooms and talk with a number of working rhythm. Two years older than me, a little not folding and not beautiful, but with large boobs protruding from dresses, neighboring girl. I am more than once, in the speed « tags »or hiding in a secluded corner, playing in « hide and seek »felt them, enjoying their forbidden elasticity. Although she pushed my hands, but gave an opportunity, for a few seconds, to pursue them. We have confidential, not passing, however, into outright familiarity, relationship. We know about each other, something is that it is better not to chat. I’m about the circumstances of her lost virginity, she about my embarrassment with her friend Galka.
Ritka sorts and cleans a decent pile, already dry potatoes. She, seeing that I am finishing my work, asks for help.
« Sashka, help me? Already the back hurts ». Why not help in the usual work for all work, but it is necessary, just in case, to bargain.
«?». Explain what exactly is not necessary, this is known to all girls and boys.
« fool. So help?»
« okay. Now I will bring brooms to the attic and come ». Ritka does not believe my words, persuades.
« yes then bring. Help ». She is right. Let them dry for now. I squat down opposite her and start to work.
We, mostly, are talking about « near », by hints and allegories, discussing the eternal theme of the attitude of the sexes. Ritka is not a Puritan, but you can’t call her a cheeky, the conversation turns to the well -established level that arranges both sides. Clear and not offensive. In the process of work, I observe, quietly, then behind her breasts an accidentally sparkling nipple in the neckline of the dress, with its inclination, then behind the flickering, in a squat, a strip of panties. It excites. The work does not seem tedious and hard. Time goes fast. We entered the peeled potatoes in the cellar and sit on empty buckets, we rest with an osir, I smoke a chinarik « Machoric », and Ritka, purely in a woman, the back of the palm, removing my hair, sincerely thanks me forhelp.
« thanks for helping. She herself would have picked » until the evening;.
« what is yours – thanks. You agreed to give.»
« fool! I agreed?».
« Of course, agreed. I asked – you said nothing. Silence is a sign of consent ».
Ritka looks at me, not quite understanding how far my intentions are and what lies behind my trepid. She is indecisive. To agree is bad, and disagree is bad. She is not opposed, but she has already crossed the line that we need to watch and watch so that the retreat boyfriend does not spoil the waist. I « offended ».
« I would know that you would not give it, I would not help »
Ritkina’s internal struggle ended in my favor.
« you still bring brooms to the attic. I will wash myself and rise there ». The plan is accepted. Our attic is a common, not having a partition of a dividing ownership. In the attic every old, but still necessary (why?) trash, prepared grass and brooms for goats, brooms for baths, skis and much more. But the main affiliation of all attics is the bed. Improvised, covered with old coat and other soft junk, a bed on which, in the summer, youth sleeps so as not to bring parental anger, returning late from a party. I have a bed like a swing. Knocked from boards, wide, with a mattress, tied on long ropes to the rafters, turned into a space simulator, smoothly swaying during any movement. Ritka left.
Slowly, in a barrel of rainwater, I wash myself to the waist. Splash from the barrel, wash my bare feet all summer legs. Wiped my shirt. Tied the sheaf, carried it to the attic. Ritka in the attic is not yet. Hanging, torn stems, on a wire stretched between the rafters, I hear a warning creak of the stairs from their side. With the dexterity of the rat, I wrap up in long – hanging stems, which, with a camouflage network, make me not visible. Not seeing me, Ritka passes to our half. She swept my bed appraisingly, went to the attic door, she looks down with interest through the gap. Here, like a devil from a snuffbox, I jump out with a noise from my hiding place. Ritka screams scary, calls a fool and crazy, but, relaxed by fright, allows himself to push himself to a close bed. Touching the swinging boards, she no longer has a way to retreat. Either on the bed, or the fight with me. Selects the first. She sits on my wide bed, but I continue to push and, Ritka is lying across the swing leaving me. The hands themselves find themselves under the dress and begin to pull off her panties, from which the swing, not wanting to part with them, move on me. Ritka, helping me, rises a little and bends her legs, from which her last barrier instantly finds herself under the mattress. The knees and hands are shaking from excitement, which feverishly free tense, trembling with impatience, already knowing that he is waiting for a member. Liberated, he comes close to the name of Ritkina, she is just below my groin and I break into it, catching up with the leaving swing. Ritka blurts out from my hungry agility. This scream instantly cooled my ardor. I remembered how embarrassment my agility ended at my first, a real immersion in mystery, when in excited half -time he was twitched and instantly poured onto the stomach and legs, which was confused at the last moment a more experienced partner. No, not calming down, but already soberly realizing what I was doing, wanting to endlessly extend the shock of feelings, covering with close and soft warmth, I sweded a swing with slow shocks. Push – swing leaves a little from me, taking away bliss, hands not wanting to part with him, easily pull him to him and it envelops me with soft captivity, quietly touching her pubis. This music of smooth movements made me freeze, from pleasure, heart. From her, Ritkina, the secret became wet, allowing him to penetrate the previously unknown, squeezing a dense ring, hot, trembling depth. Not wanting to frighten off this all-consuming bliss, I slowly continued and continued the dance, but at some point, in addition to my will, new, independent and demanding, notes began to weave into it. Ritka, having wrapped my legs around me, began to dictate the rhythm of the dance, then, clinging, it was substituted so that further rapprochement was no longer possible that the trembling bottom of the pleasure was felt, it was slightly pulled away to come back again.
She, already ill of, repeated everything again and again, everything in an accelerated and accelerated pace. Suddenly, throwing his head back, with a tense face, closed eyes, exhaling some indescribable sound, began to shudder, scratching, collecting the old mattress fabric in a fist. And to the beat of these convulsions, its already dense depth, began to squeeze significantly, to give out a flesh alien to her. Shocked by these hugs, at the beat of them, I was approaching the explosion that I was afraid and at the same time brought in strong tremors, I already managed to hear in half -will be heard: « do not let me go into me ».hut in the convulsions of the eruption, which flooded the mother -of -pearl lava ritkin stomach. Devastated, I fell on the moving swings. Ritka, with her arms spread, with pearls, collapsed consciousness, on a bare stomach, with still closed eyes he half -hea – half an expulsion: « I finished!»
As if it were her, only her, the biggest merit in life. Who knows.
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