So, listen: I am 18 years old, as you already know;I am a virgin, I look at her, but where is it to me-firstly, in general opinion, she, if, is not the first coloring, then she has a powerful Sex Appeal-all men with their tongues run behind her. And secondly, she still has a guy, she walks with him and sleeps. Okay, I look at her, but I don’t especially open my feelings, because I see that my business is obviously giggled. And suddenly I find that she is! All of a sudden! He begins to give me certain signs of attention – well, there, sits next to him, his hand slides in his hand, and hold on this way, caress each other’s hands with your fingers. Here I, of course, fly off the brakes and fall in love with terrible force, drag after her, suffer, jealous and other attributes of love.
…They often visited each other at home, there I kissed her for the first time, we came to each other, and I was dying of love;Once in the summer we sat with me, she read something, I said something to her, then sat next to the armrest of the chair a little behind her, could not do anything with him, began to kiss her, curls of her hair near the ear,cheek – and I’m afraid of the lips, she does not show reactions, studies all this time in the book, I don’t know what she saw there at this time, only suddenly she turns to me, lifts her head and kisses me on the lips. This was my first real kiss, I froze with fear, surprise and pleasure, from the sensation of her warm and soft lips. And her eyes were open, this was she later, kissing me, she began to close them …At the same moment, the phone rang, the classmate was interested in what ticket I managed to learn to the exam, I wanted to kill him at that moment.
Further more. Once I gathered with the whole company, everything was ditting to sleep, I ended up with it on one ottoman, something we seemed to have spent affectionately, turned away from each other, under the blanket (all dressed, of course), and then I feel-the assit rests on mine, and it seems to be pressed stronger. Dipling, I stuck my hand, without turning, I didn’t dislocate my shoulder with my shoulder, I put my palm under its jeans, under the elastic band of her panties and almost cum from the sensation of the silky cool skin of her ass under the palm of my hand. I stroke, then slowly crosses the hip, dying with fear, I try to reach her pubis, and this is damn hard, lying to each other with my back, okay, I lie down on my back. And around the room the people walk back and forth-good, even dark. I reach my fingertips to the start of her mound, I sort out and twist hard hairs;Imagine, this was the first time with me, the most powerful sensations, I have still remembered …And then she suddenly also thrusts her hand and, stroking my thigh, quietly gets to my long-already reared brother and also touches it with claws and fingers a little, but it only does not concern, it does not wrap it, the flour is sweet and mortal. So they caressed each other for some time, then someone frightened us-we kissed gently, and she ran away somewhere …
Then I recognized her breasts, solid, small and affectionate with large solid nipples that I loved to iron and kiss, she was very excited from this, we also loved when I held a hand between her hips – sometimes in the cinema, sometimes at home, inthe time of different parties, when no one saw (or maybe we only thought we did not see us). She was pressed by a bosom to my hand, I pressed the palm between her warm hips, moved a little fingers …
She came to me, we drank tea and chatted, and I was dying with tenderness to her, looked, seeing nothing around her lips, caught his gaze of a shadow of undressing her breasts in a deep neckline, which she then wore on her naked body, caressedher eyes her tight rounded hips. I was missing for a long time, the tea was forgotten, I rumbled to her, ate her sweet poison of her half -open lips, she allowed me to caress her breasts and body under the blouse, responding to me with quiet kisses and infrequent response to the focus of my passion. I remembered and absorbed the feeling of fullness of my palms, gliding my fingers on delicate skin, its touch, bringing me to unconsciousness.
In general, we experienced almost everything with each other, except for the most important thing, I was afraid to still hint about it – and suddenly he would get angry? Or offend? And I never knew how she treated me and loved her until insanity. Once, sitting at my place, we aimed enough, with swollen lips, she began to look at her watch. Where are you in a hurry, I asked. He is waiting for me, she answered. Here it became empty in me and it hurts, you understand …I feel bad, I tell her, hugging and stroking her hair. Why, asks. Because I love you, and you are not me. I told her these words for the first time then. After we stood for a long time, silent. Go already, I said, he is waiting. Wait, she dismissed, then kissed me gratefully and left, dissolved in the darkness of the entrance.
A day later, she came again to surrender to me. We found some kind of trifling reason-some cherry compote that she loved madly. The night before, my heart was pounding so that I had to drink valerian, my mother was alarmed, and suggested that I tell me what excites me so, exams or something or something? – Well, I ran away to tell. We drank the promised compote, after that, unable to cope with my tenderness, I again began to hug her, kiss my hair – I repeat: I was incredibly pulled to her body, I just foolish. Burning her face in her hair and kissing the crown, I whispered to her, I want you. She didn’t answer, but she got up a minute later, and holding my hands, she went quietly – I hugged her and I had to back back, and she pushed me a little, until suddenly, with a crazy joy, I did not understand that she was pushing me towards my parentalbedrooms …
There I began to undress it, unbuttoned the buttons, took off the blouse and the bra, we did it before, but when I started to take off her skirt, she held my hands and, excitedly shiny with my eyes, began to quickly say in a whisper: « that we are weWe do? We went crazy … ». Yes, we went crazy, I answered her, kissing her breasts, well, let it be bad, go crazy, and so on in the same way, when it doesn’t matter what you say and what you hear. Suddenly it dawned on me, I remembered that my mother should soon come home from work, but could I stop then? Wait, I said, got up and went out into the corridor. There I removed her shoes from the hallway and snapped the door lock so that it was impossible to open it outside. Like half -hot, I returned to her. She sat in the same pose as I left her – resting with her hands on the bed, with naked breasts and with a half -hot skirt on strong hips covered with thin black tights. I took her by the shoulders and pulled her to me – she got up like a somnambula, and took off the rest herself, stepped over the panties and stopped in anticipation. Having undressed with lightning speed, I hugged it, pressing it with my whole body, and we gently sank down on the bed with which I prudently threw back the villous bedspread.
I began to caress her, trying to recall all my theoretical knowledge, I kissed and absorbed her nipples, crumpled and stroked her breasts, slightly diluting her hips to the sides, caressed and Ter her bosom, pushing her fingers with his fingers with the elastic rings of the hair of her triangle – I wanted to immediately cling toher lips, there, but she did not allow, instantly tightly squeezing her hips and, not letting go of my head, digging into the lips with a kiss. Very soon she said, without opening her eyes, hoarsely – we talked with lips movements – and how many times you had it, before me. Never, I answered just as soundless. She opened her eyes in amazement and joyfully, glancing at me in a new way, and began gratefully and gently stroking me with warm palms all over my body …
I’m ready, she said embarrassedly, clinging to me even more. And here, and maybe shortly before that, my bestial lust passed into a different plane-the plane of tenderness and affection, which immediately affected my combat capacity. I see, being a well -read young man, I was ready for this, which I reported. He is afraid, he needs to help, I said. I know, she smiled, grabbed my sluggish brother with a cool ring of fingers and honestly tried to help me. Alas, it is useless, here I realized that the will of will, even with the help of the magic of her fingers, I have nothing to achieve. Wait, I said, taking off her hand, let’s just lie down. I put it on myself, squeezed her with warm hips with my drooping pride and began to gently stroke her back, groping and counting the moles of the mole – her body was very dark to oddity – like an exotic poured fruit, accidentally falling into our cold edges …And this helped, unexpectedly I felt a new frantic surge of energy in me, I suddenly praised me and immediately, to itching, to dizziness – and I jerked her over her back and spread her hips with the palms of her hips.
The scratching of the key in the keyhole of the door stunned us like a gong blow over his ear. Instantly jumping up and rolled over me, she for a moment hung over me, her elastic breasts swayed right above my face. And despite the absurdity of the situation, I set my palms and for a second I felt their tender severity. Wait, freeze, I wanted to say, the door is closed, no one can enter here – but she already jumped up, grabbed crumpled clothes with one elusive movement and took off her room, showing me in a single movement a delightful sight of her frightened naked figure. Then, under a persistent knock on the door and gnashing the key in the castle, I got up myself. Thoughts were confused, like my stiff fingers, fussyly pushing naughty buttons into the loops of the shirt. Trying not to breathe, I silently covered the bed and removed traces of the mess. I only forgot about the curtains I have drawn, I remembered after …
I followed her. She was already dressed, and only expanded pupils, and often surrender breasts testified to her tension. What will we do, she asked in fright. I did not know. It was possible to hide and wait for mom to get tired of pounding the door, and she will leave, for example, to her friend. Okay, I said, I will open, I will say, sat on the loggia, did not hear. Namatically stepping, I went to the door and unlocked it, then there was a boring and confused lies, an explanation, an apology, then I returned to her.She sat quietly like a mouse, studying a look on the wallpaper with an invisible look;I came up, hugged her from behind, leaned against her cheek. Everything is in order, I said. Now I’m afraid to get out of here, she whispered. We looked at each other and suddenly burst out at the same time, discharging the tension of the situation. Suddenly she froze. I want to write, she said, but I’m afraid to pass by your mother. Yes, she won’t eat you, I affectionately convinced her, well, you want, write it in a bottle, I have a half-empty bottle of champagne. You went crazy, she giggled. So we sat for some time, hiding, and restraining the laughter, squinted at each other, sometimes her face was twitched by a grimace of impatience, and then she frantically squeezed her knees.
After that, we did not meet for two weeks, and then, when she came to me again, I, alas, could no longer boast of my innocence. My first woman was my classmate, and I was her first man. What to do, my circle of dating then was wide, and the desire to experience what always seemed to me the highest happiness in the world was too strong, as, however, with her. We did not need anything with her from a friend, except for sex. She was waiting for her boyfriend from the army and was virgin as soon as a hatching chick;Suddenly, we both felt ready for mutual intimacy and everything happened in a few meetings, easily and classically – without much pleasure, there was only our great relief that all this finally happened and we can now proudly consider ourselves a true man and a woman. There was a slight pain, a fussy random groping of the only right path, an indescribable sensation of compressing and covering hot flesh, the tightness of a narrow sofa, a light moan, its nails, digging into my shoulders, and a sheet thrown after me.
However, my beloved …I told her then about it. I don’t know what she felt, probably, I think, bitterness – even though she loved another and went beyond him, bitterness, probably, was still. We met after and we were close more than once, but my first, she, you see, never became.
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