Sasha was not like her peers: tall, with well -developed muscles, strong and hardy. She was not at all interested in student parties, the girl spent most of her free time in the gym. I liked to watch her when she played basketball: the already long body was stretched even more, mobile strong muscles “ran” under fresh, brilliant skin.
She was friends with everyone and no one at the same time. All her communication in the group was limited to universal phrases about study and the like. She never even addressed anyone exactly. I always wanted to get to know her better, to recognize her better, but for this, alas, there was no reason at all. We did not have any points of contact. How I liked her pressure, determination, screams during the game, gaze, gait, style in clothes.
She was incredibly walked by plain black or white t -shirts with a sleeve, jeans without any rhinestones and other “shapito”. Her skin has always been clean, fresh (as I always torn off the curiosity of recognizing her smell), and my nails were like naked, without varnish. So naked that about her nails, fingers in my head were born the most indecent fantasies. In it I even liked its large leg size, I adored when it was in white sneakers, and when walking, a small area of the skin was exposed between jeans and lining, it was so sexy and promising, much more exciting than deep neckline and shortDresses of girls.
I was her complete opposite. Low, with a small foot, far from sports and everything related to struggle, pressure, competition.
At the end of the course, most of the group agreed to get together and go to the sea by “savages”. What was my surprise when Sasha was always removed from the company herself showed an active desire to go. In my soul, I was very happy that it became possible to find out this mysterious girl closer. We shared in advance with the guys into groups, having agreed who will sleep with whom in the same tent. I chose the light. We were not good friends with her (such narcous bitch does not have friends at all), but she was very cheerful, witty and she was never bored. For relaxation by the sea – the perfect company. Sasha, oddly enough, decided that she would live in a tent alone.
And now we are by the sea. All overflows fun, joy, smells of recklessness and brewing pleasures in the air. Boys, between the installation of tents and the incitement of bonfires, drink beer and pierce the sides of the busty classmates who boldly tear their simple swimsuits and almost naked jumping to the sea, which is more and more noise and foams, as if dissatisfied with the behavior of noisy stupid teenagers. I don’t like them: with small tummy, poorly shaved pubis, skin defects and acrylic nails. Brrrr.
I observe what is happening with indifference, as if all these people have absolutely nothing to do with me. Suddenly shudder from the fact that someone’s hand squeezes my buttocks heavily. I turn. Slavik. A vile pimple Slavik, as I hate him, a cunning, slippery hut, from which he always carries later, expired hot dogs and energy. I try to move away from him, but he is still stronger than me, so he quickly starts his hand right under the panties and begins to rub it vigorously. The skin of his hands is rough, my hair is hard, I feel how they tingle the anus between the buns. His finger is already on my hole and is about to penetrate it. I feel my eyes on me and turn sharply. Sasha looks at me, not with disgust, not with condemnation. Seeing my gaze, she turns away and continues to kindle the fire. Her gaze, full of contempt, gives me the strength to break out, and I run away from the die of fame to die.
I feel so ashamed. Cheeks are burning and I want to cry. I am inconvenient for Sasha, ashamed of my weakness, for the fact that I could not stand up for myself. Although Slavik is disgusting to me, what he began to do with my booty did not cause me disgust at all, but on the contrary excited. Therefore, trying not to think more about how I fell in the Sasha’s eyes, I quickly pull off my short-haired panties and begin to caress my pussy, I like it: smooth, with a large brilliant bright pink clitoris, inner lips, strongly protruding for external.
I actively, even aggressively labor and pull my clitoris, sometimes so that even a little bakes, my hand begins to get sick a little. But I’m too close to orgasm to stop. The ass irritant by Slavik so wants it to be caressed, crumpled, plucked, shocked, it should have spat out, divorced, spread out, stretching out the anus, and again brought down, and so many, many times, accelerating the pace. I introduce two fingers to my ass and begin to move them quickly until I end a small, transparent stretching stream.
For the rest of the day, I sternly watching Sasha. And I can’t help but note how much it surpasses many guys: it plays volleyball much better, runs faster, lifts weights easily. In a swimsuit, it is even more beautiful than in clothes: strong legs, a perfectly flat pumped press with swollen veins without a gram of fat, flat breasts, narrow hips and a very small, almost flat neat ass. I will never have one.
In the evening, everyone is going to the fire, there are barbecue. My “cohabitant” along the tent of the light is suitable with an unfamiliar white -toothed tanned blonde.
_ Hi all! _ Shouts Sveta, bursting with hoarse laughter. _ This is my new boyfriend! Meet his name. We are already meeting … _ Girl with a serious look looks for a while on a mobile. _ Wow! Already three hours! He will live with me in a tent while resting.
I’m shocked by what I heard. So we did not agree. I was so taken aback that I was sitting with a half -open mouth and I can not even say anything.
Sveta looks at me:
_ Ritik, don’t worry, baby! I have already agreed on everything! The priest of the light spared everything. Cross in a tent among the sisters of the Volnovs. They do not mind. I’m sorry dear, but you know that my policy is the third extra.
Yeah….Maybe the sisters are free, of course, and I do not against my society, but I definitely are not enthusiastic about this venture. Yellow -tooth sectarians, which they generally suffered to the sea?
Max is more persistent and emancipated more and more marshmallows. It can be seen that all the guys are excited from this, but try not to show the view. Exercise the male is not at all embarrassed from what is happening. He deliberately in a loud, careless tone, he gives out:
_ I am satisfied with the trep. Went. It’s time to suck.
And the eager, pathos, bitchy light dutifully woven for a very unfamiliar guy in a tent. Suck.
Being shocked by what is happening, I don’t even notice how Sasha comes up to me and puts my hand not with my shoulder:
_ Everything is fine, rit, do not worry, you will live in a tent with me.
From the joy that arises inside me from the fact that I can better know her, that I will be close to her as much as I could not dream before, I am silent and look at her with huge frightened eyes.
Meanwhile, Rita with confidence, care and firmness in her voice adds:
_ I will take care of you. And all sorts of assholes will no longer pester you … only if you yourself do not want it. _ Thinking a little, she adds.
_ Thank you. _ With gratitude and fear in my eyes I answer her I.
This is all that I can squeeze out of myself at the sight of her when she is so close. Although a real volcano of emotions boils in me.
Until the end of the evening gatherings by the fire, we do not even talk, we sit far from each other. She doesn’t even look in my direction. Maybe I changed my mind at all? I called to the tent out of pity, and now it regrets and makes it clear that there is nothing to catch?
And I, as a fascinated, cannot take my eyes off her. How delicious she eats meat, how she bites into it, how her face is a little distorted. Girls do not eat meat at all. No small neat pieces and long chewing. How quickly her teeth move, jaw, how even more cheekbones stand out from this. Mmmmm ….Sexy Sasha ……
And I no longer see meat in her hands. I do not see meat near her lips and teeth. I see there …my pussy, I see how she bites into my clitoris swollen from excitement and labia lips that opened from desire. Darker in the eyes, and I’m crazy. And, like a dog, after a font, I squeeze my head in different directions, driveing out an obsession from me, shaking it off.
_ Let’s go sleep. _ I hear Sashin’s voice behind my back.
I quickly rise and, silently, follow her. The sea is noisy. And I have noise in my ears, from what I see ahead: broad shoulders, trained back, embossed caviar. Sasha….Sasha …
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