Natasha: My dear Natasha: A unique student time: How long ago it was!

We studied in the same group, she and me. She was from girls who can not be called beautiful, but who at the same time manage to be surprisingly cute. A short haircut, huge radiant eyes hidden behind wide lenses of glasses, a spout with a button, a small gentle mouth, just a rounded angular figure of a teenager: in her appearance there was nothing unusual, a girl like a girl, but at the same time she wanted - you do not want and attracted her eyes. Her whole being radiated some kind of touching naivety and helplessness, before which it was impossible to resist. I stared at her for a long time, but I had no idea in my mind to try to get closer with her or, worse, have a vulgar romance. Her half-childish appearance was so bright and pure that the usual carnal love towards her looked almost like blasphemy.

It all started with the fact that after one not very beautiful story, a “cart” came to me at the institute. The proceedings dragged on: In the end, the Komsomol, who was playing with high ideas, raised the question of whether a person like me could be a member of the Komsomol. This I did not expect. The punishment in those times was obviously too harsh, but, to my great surprise, the group voted in favor. Raised her hand and Natasha:

For several days I could not come to my senses, but even then, after cooling down, I did not walk for a long time myself, tried to keep apart, did not approach anyone, did not talk to anyone. It is not known how long this would last if it were not for Natasha. One day, walking home after class, I ran into her nose to nose. Usually in such situations I simply added a step. I wanted to do it this time, but, having already overtaken her, I suddenly heard:

- Wait for me please.

It was like a bolt from the blue. She had not often addressed me before, and now: I slowed down and silently, without looking at her, walked beside me.

- Are you in a hurry somewhere? - Natasha asked hesitantly.

- Well no.

- In general, are you busy today? - after some pause she continued timidly.

- Yes, sort of, nothing special.

- Are you home now?

- Where else? - I smiled, quite puzzled by such a hail of questions.

- Can I go: with you?

- To me?! - by surprise, I stopped. Natasha too.

“Yes,” she blushed deeply and trying not to look me in the eyes, she squeezed out of herself.

We stood in the middle of a narrow path, along which students were hurrying along a dense stream, who was going home, who was at college. Every now and then someone came across. Heard the "useful" advice and cries of righteous indignation.

“Well: if you want,” I muttered in complete dismay. - Only my parents are at home.

- Come to me. I now have no one - having finally turned her eyes away from the asphalt, Natashka looked at me imploringly.

Little by little I came to my senses and now looked at her curiously. At that moment she looked like a naughty child. I wonder what she thought? I could not ask about this, of course.

- Well, let's go, if you so want, - I smiled tightly, I walked along the path. Natasha silently went near.

Feeling awkward, we tried not to look at each other all the way and did not speak. Upon arrival, Natasha immediately took me to one of the rooms and, apologizing, disappeared somewhere. While waiting for her, I flopped into one of the chairs and began to look at the poster with Ornella Muti hanging on the wall:

Suddenly my girlfriend's hands were wrapped around my neck. I turned and froze, amazed. Really, it was from what. Natashka stood in front of me only in panties and a bra, there was nothing else on her! She was trembling all over, her breasts heaving rapidly, her puffy cheeks flamed.Stunned and already absolutely unaware of anything, I stupidly fixed my eyes on the place where, from under the thin silk of the panties, a lush bale of dark-blond hair peeped out, as if this piquant spectacle was able to clarify anything.

Natasha, my stupid look was clearly beaten on the spot, but nevertheless she resolutely continued what she had begun. The clasp of her bra clicked, and in a second he was already lying on the floor, revealing his trembling chest. Another moment - and Natasha froze in front of me already completely naked. Her cheeks were burning more than ever, her eyes were burning.

“Listen,” without inventing anything smarter, I began in the tone of a mentor, “you are aware:

I wanted to say something else in the same vein, but Natashka interrupted me.

“No,” she whispered faintly. - I beg you, do not be like this:

Our hugs were passionate and chaste. My hands slid along her young body covered with golden fluff, my lips gently and gently intertwined with her lips. These were wonderful moments, we were as good as ever. Fully putting themselves at my disposal, Natashka, having closed her eyes, silently listened to my caresses:

Time passed, but I still could not decide on the main thing, hesitated, delayed. It may seem ridiculous, but I was overcome with remorse. In the end, Natasha took the initiative in her hands. Her palm closed around my cock. A moment later, leaning to my lips, as if to a healing spring, with one jerk she drove him into the tight opening of her virginal womb. At the same time, Natasha did not even cry out, although by the way her body involuntarily shuddered, I realized that it was very painful:

Unfortunately, I was not up to par and, having failed to cope with myself, I immediately finished, completely forgetting about Natasha. But she nevertheless simply glowed with happiness, and the tears that froze on her cheeks gleamed, lit up with a smile, just like puddles in the rays of the rising sun:

Our connection did not last long. Very soon, she realized that my feeling for her was completely different from her to me, but continued to hope for something until she found me once in the arms of her best friend. Since then, I have not seen her again. She did not appear at the institute, did not answer calls. Several times I went to her house, but I was invariably told that she was not. And soon I learned that she married some idiot, about ten years older than her. After seven months, she had a son. Healthy such peanut. His name is also like me. May - June 1984 Edit: August 1985 - October 1990