When we dragged her to the basement, she was still unconscious. Joy almost attacked her at the same moment, but I stopped him with a sharp blow. Joy, whimpering, rose to his feet, but did not dare to answer me: with my height of seven feet and weighing 240 pounds, I can still afford not such treatment.

The girl was extremely good. I spotted her about three weeks ago when I drove past the lyceum. A flock of schoolgirls, flinging out the door, immediately caught my attention. But she stood out among them not only the most sonorous voice, but also the most appetizing forms. Lolita - I called her so by association with Nabokov. Four days later I heard someone call her name: Pamela.

Together with Joey, we set up duty near the school. We knew not only the time of the beginning and end of classes, but even what lessons she skipped and which lasted a little longer.

Most of all she liked gymnastics. And not even the subject itself, but the teacher - a tall blue-eyed athlete, who easily performed the most intricate exercises on the bar. He especially loved when his pupils trained on the uneven bars: more than once Joy and I watched through the window, as he, taking on another flexible waist, helped his pupils.

Joey had blood on her eyes at such moments, and I am sure that it was then that a plan that we carried out afterwards matured in his head.

On Friday, I parked the car as close as possible to the school (previously we left it three blocks away from here, so as not to make people callous eyes), and at three o'clock in the afternoon I went to the building. Waiting until the girls came out of the door, I dialed Joey on my cell phone and told him to get ready.

We have run this script several times. Seven minutes later, Pamela says goodbye to her friends and turns along the path towards the house. It takes no more than three minutes for her to go through the grove, where Joy and a small portion of chloroform will meet her. When the girl turns off, Joy will hide her in the trunk of the car, take off her panties and carefully check the contents of the school bag.

I closely watched the front door. A gymnastics teacher came out of it ten minutes after the girls and went to his Volkswagen. Looking around, and making sure that we were not visible from the side of the garages, I silently approached him from behind and left him unconscious with a short chop.

Honestly, I was nervous. A man was he strong, and perhaps our idea could fail. But the karate skills I acquired while serving in the army helped to cope with the most difficult part of our plan.

Joy was waiting for me at the appointed place. I answered his questioning glance with a nod. Having transplanted the gymnast from the back seat behind the wheel of the Volkswagen, we poured half a bottle of whiskey in his throat, put his captive’s panties in his pocket and let the car go from the bridge into the river. The depth there was thirty feet. In the trunk of the car already lay a shovel, stained with fresh earth. For the police, the corpus delicti was evident, and we expected that the case would be quickly closed.

Bringing her home and leaving in the basement, we first thoroughly supported ourselves (such nervous overload, you know, whet the appetite), and then went downstairs.

- Well, who is the first? - Joey was shaking with excitement. Nervous he type. And dangerous. It will be necessary to follow him better.

- We pull matches? - I tried to make my voice as indifferent as possible.

Joy looked at me suspiciously, then shook his head.

- No, old fox, you will not deceive me. Throw a coin!

What is it predictable! An army bike told yesterday about how to cheat with matches did its job. I lazily pulled out of my pocket a cooked dollar with two “tails”. The coin flashed in the twilight of the basement and rolled quietly on the floor.

- Eagle! - Joy screamed, who never thought of "tails" by some stupid superstition.

Well done guy! You have just given me the right to be the first to master this delicate girlish body. With a malevolent sense of satisfaction, I watched with a sad look at his bilateral dollar. Snatching a coin out of his hands (it was not enough for him to turn it over), I began to push him out of the basement.

“But at least I want to see,” he whimpered.

“You’re still watching,” I reassured, closing the door.

I sat down on the floor and lit it. The cigarette had a special taste today. I was in no hurry to embark on my cherished dream, I wanted to extend the moment of this expectation.

Dokuhriv, I put Pamela on the couch and handcuffed her to the brackets in the wall. Then he took a knife and began to slowly cut into her clothes.

It was delicious. A sharp blade cut through her dress and cut the bra straps. Lying in front of me in some shoes, she seemed to emit a dull-matte radiance. It has always seemed to me that this is the aura of youth, not yet touched by the cynicism of adult life.

I'm starting to pry her pale pink nipple. The feeling that now I will deprive this little girl of virginity, turns me on all stronger. God, what a beauty she is! I don’t have enough words to describe this adorable oval of the face, those fluffy eyelashes, those lips that still don’t know the sweetness of a man’s kiss and other more forbidden caresses, this flat tummy with a neat crater of the navel, this slender figure surprisingly developed for a girl teenager:

But my view, in spite of will, continually returns to the most beautiful part of her naked body.

Here it is - the voluptuous dream of my youth and the madness of my mature age! How many times, tormenting myself with erotic dreams, I imagined how I tore off this bud of tenderness, bleeding with the first scarlet juice! How many nights he spent, tossing under the weight of a stuffy blanket, tormenting his nature with rough hands! My lust, my passion, my secret thoughts - all this now lies before me in the form of a naked maiden, who in a moment knows the sweetness of the first female pain.

My palms are getting coarser, feeling the coolness of her skin, squeezing her breasts, running her fingers along the edge of the forbidden fruit that no one has gotten to this day.

O heaven! She is already wet: The pungent smell from her spread legs is driving me crazy. I bend down and begin to lick her with wild greed, as if a traveler, exhausted by the heat of the desert, clinging to an ice spring in an oasis.

My tongue trembles in this crease of unearthly pleasures, I drive them more and more, without limiting myself to anything.

And then: I could expect anything, but this: She starts to moan! Yes, she groans from pleasure, not yet waking from the chloroform datura, but already ripe in order to take in the first man.

But no. I do not want to take her unconsciously. She should feel this first time when I invade her bosom by breaking the immunity lock. I caress her tougher and tougher ... Yes, I hurt her, but she becomes the cause of the waking of my charming captive.

Her eyelashes fluttered. She opens her eyes - and meets with my greedy eyes, in which you can see a lot. And even more than we would like.

I read genuine horror in her eyes. Still: to wake up naked, bound and helpless in front of an unfamiliar man: You guessed correctly, girl: your sex life will begin with rape, but not banal male voluptuousness, but the creative thought of two sophisticated minds.

- Not!

Oh, how she says that word! I feel like I’m holding back. What I said on the exhale, with a rising voice at the end, is a sexier word for me than the coolest pornographic films, revised in a stormy youth.

"Not". You could say that much later to the guy who would have brought you to the point where the denial sounds like yes. But that would be later. Not now. Future ...