I returned from the movie in a thoughtful mood. The dashing turns of the plot were still fresh in memory, which somehow remembered in the intervals between kisses with Sveta. I, as always, spent the light to the entrance, where we again kissed for a long time, and now I was driving home.
There were a lot of people on the bus, and then from one or from the other side someone constantly pushed me, crushed, ter, etc.D. I especially did not like that someone was holding a briefcase in front of me, or the bag so that she constantly touched my trousers in the most interesting place. Only this was not enough for me yet!
I tried to turn around to this stupid bag sideways, somehow push it away with my foot, but nothing helped. And then it suddenly seemed to me that this was not a bag.
Something moved in my trousers somehow unusual, regardless of pitching on the bus. No matter how I was afraid to confess this to myself, but there was no doubt – it was not a bag, but someone’s hand…
I must say that actually I did not have a girl. That is, of course, she was Sveta, but we never went further than kisses and hugs. And now someone fumbles in my trousers. The erection appeared instantly, it became hot, the ears were blushed with shame. I could not move. I was haunted by the thought that I was confused with someone in this tidy, and I was afraid to frighten the mistress of this hand. Or the owner? Ugh, damn it, but anything happens. I began to think only about whose hand it is, male or female. Rather, of course, female – probability above. But interesting, she is beautiful or ugly? Why is she doing all this? A lot of questions overcame me, but still I was very pleased. The whole back and back of the head were covered with some unknown sensation of warmth, softness and tickling at the same time…
There were only two stops left to my house. I wondered which of us to go out before. If she, then I may see her at the exit, and if she is alone, then… What then, I did not know yet. I would like to, of course, follow her, meet her. What if she says that I am crazy and that she does not want to know me?
The doors opened and closed. The hand continued its job. The next stop is my. I decided not to go out and go further to extend pleasure. But then I felt that something would happen now, that something would result from me. I sharply began to make my way out, inspiring myself that it was a portfolio, that it was time to go home, that tomorrow to school and so on. The hand remained somewhere there, in the middle of the bus, I gradually began to calm down.
When the doors opened, I got out of the bus and went to the house, forcing myself not to turn around. Everything that happened now seemed to be some kind of obsession, sleep.
Probably aimed with Sveta, so all sorts of hallucinations climbed…
– Wait! – I heard a female voice behind my back and stopped like a dug.
To turn out no longer enough courage.
The steps approached, she took my sleeve and stood right in front of me. I tried to take a serious look, as if they wanted to ask me about time, and looked at her face. She was very beautiful. It was some kind of calm, not screaming beauty. Expressive eyes, a neat nose, slightly chubby lips in a barely noticeable smile, inquiringly raised eyebrows. It seemed to me that she was a little older than me. Rather, I did not know whether she was older or not, but she was dressed not at all like the girls of my age dressed, but somehow in an adult way. Her light dress sat on her somehow inexplicably elegant. Even a handbag strap, shining on her shoulder, was very natural and expressive. There was not a drop of vulgarity or aboliability in it. She did not look like a girl who could pester a stranger on a bus.
Everything inside me trembled inside. I did not know what to say and what to do.
– Well, what are you standing? Let’s go to! – Her voice was pleasant and calm. She took me by the arm and led me to my house. And she did it as if we have known her for a long time.
We walked a few steps, and then for some reason I escaped from her, ran forward, without looking back and without analyzing the road.
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