Eh, girls, it’s a pity that we are so rarely gathering together! And so it’s great to sit to be worn out without men. Although, here is a paradox: we are talking about them all the time…
anyway. Do not pay attention, if I went through, then the little. Whose turn to tell today? My? Wow… No, I have something to tell. Now I’ll just think about which story you will be most interesting.
This happened ten years ago in one of the pioneer camps on the Black Sea coast, where I was resting. The shift got what was needed: the ratio of girls and guys – about one to five, so we were there. True, the counselors came across strict ones: further dancing at discos and kisses in the bushes did not enter. And in our detachment, as luck would have it, the most beautiful girls got. I was one of the oldest, I was already seventeen, I was looking for a way to come off properly. And now she came off…
Remember, there was such a glorious custom at night to smear each other with toothpaste? I don’t know how it is now, and then everyone suffered from this. I knocked out two more girls, and late at night, armed with tubes with paste, we got out of our room through the window and, trying not to make noise, began to make our way to the neighboring corps, where the guys from the first detachment lived. At night they left the windows open, and it was easier to climb to them. True, we were not going to climb them. We knew that one of them, Sasha, is a strong muscular guy, either a boxer, or a wrestler, sleeps under the window. Get on the windowsill, smear his face (or maybe something else) – and back with a feeling of a duty.
Yulka and Lariska, who were caused by coming with me, turned out to be cowards – they refused to climb the windowsill, they said that I would climb, and they would give me a pasta. A little bit of them with them, I agreed. The boys’ room was quiet, and I climbed onto the windowsill without any problems. In the dark room, the outlines of four beds with obscure silhouettes lying on them were guessed. One bed was really right under me. Complete silence reigned, but then I did not attach any importance to this.
They gave me a tube outside. Holding with one hand by the frame, I held out the other and at that moment lost balance. I was led back, I tried to grab it for something, but to no avail, and from the windowsill I fell right on the bed under the window. Judging by the fact that I felt my side, it really was Sasha and he actually played sports and supported himself in good shape. He shouted with good obscenities and tried to drop me. He succeeded, and I crashed to the floor with a roar. The light flashed, and I turned out to be surrounded by semi -dressed guys. Although “half -dressed” – perhaps too exaggerated. Nights were very warm, and they preferred to sleep in their underpants. I managed to notice only this detail, because I immediately covered my eyes, blinded by bright light.
They knocked on the door, and someone’s hands immediately clasped my mouth.
– Boys, what is happening there? – The counselor’s voice came – open immediately!
– Yes, this was a nightmare Sasha dreamed, ”someone answered,“ raised everyone! Everything is in order, Olga Stanislavovna!
There was a displeased grunt and removing steps. The door slammed. I felt someone’s lips touched my ear, and a quiet whisper insinuatingly, but clearly said:
– Now I will remove my hand, but don’t try to scream. If you scream, we will have to let the counselor, which we will tell you how you came here. I got it?
I nodded, not recovering from shock to the end. In addition, my right side was simply split from wild pain from contact with solid Sashkin ribs.
Gradually, all the piquancy and unambiguity of the situation began to reach me. I sat on the floor in a short translucent sundress, surrounded by four almost completely striped guys. Judging by their carnivorous views, they were not inclined to just let me go. I tried to cover my bare legs at least a little, but the fabric stubbornly did not give in until I realized that I was sitting on it. Outside the window, I heard the stomp of rapidly removing steps and the rustle of branches – my voluntary assistants, as expected, quickly “made their legs”.
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