The next day, he kissed her again in the passage. Zhenka did not resist, but her lips were closed and indifferent. Olezhka quickly got tired of it, and they moved yesterday. Again, he gazed at the flickering calves and shims appearing through the thin sundress, walking behind the princess. Only in the boat, he suddenly asked:

- Have you ever kissed?

“I, too, dance teacher,” she replied strangely, stroking the murmuring water along the smoln board. The theme did not receive development because its passenger dropped the sundress and fell overboard and swam to the shore. Having dug in after a swim in the hot sand, he covered his face with a magazine. I did not want to read.

- Zhen, and Zhen ... He turned to the wide, old rug and was stunned. She was lying on her back, demonstratively with her hands behind her head, whitening her unburned breast tubercles. Dark nipples defiantly bristling on white triangles of skin. He thought that she was probably watching him through half-closed shaggy eyelashes and, turning over on her stomach, began to shamelessly examine her small breasts. Finally, she instructively, said that the tan should be everywhere and even, and then asked for a bottle of soda. When he returned with cold lemonade, there was nothing else to look at.

- Want to get drunk without wine? - Eugene suddenly asked, with a fox smile looking into his face.

- Come on. But as? She jumped up from the rug and beckoned him to the edge of a tiny forest. They fled between the trees, jumping over mossy stumps, dodging the overhanging branches. He saw only a narrow back in a calico dress and strong, slender legs gleaming with tanned calves from under a short hem. A couple of times he stumbled over thick knobby tree roots crossing the path, and flew, waving his hands desperately to the ground, but then managed to throw his leg forward, and again rushed forward, seeing only that back in front of him and flashing in sunny stripes of caviar. Zhenka abruptly turned into the bushes of hazel and instantly sat down, so quickly that he almost jumped over her in surprise.

- Here! - she blurted out.

The ant city was seething with the usual midday life. Judging by how many of their highways were filled, the weather was beautiful and everything was fine. Olezhka calmed down, squatting next to Zhenka, and plunged into the contemplation of ant life, sneaking on Eugene's bare knees. She spent a minute studying the movement of the ant family, occasionally shaking off especially curious individuals who had climbed onto her legs, and then resolutely laid her palm on the ant heap.

- Are you afraid? And he resolutely followed her example. Shaking off the ants, they held the palms of their hands, and inhaled the acrid-sour smell, which was really dizzy. Oleka suddenly sneezed, then also jumped to his feet, shaking his head. Zhenka also rose and, laughing, put her palms to his face. Again the smell of the ground of grass and ants poured into his nostrils and stopped breathing. He even swayed and, taking her palms, pressed to flaming cheeks ... Her face moved closer, and he saw an inadvertently, uniquely close, small scarlet mouth. With shaking hands, he pulled her hands away from her face, slowly shifted it from his shoulders and, embracing her head, began to kiss her mouth half open. He was afraid that his girlfriend would turn out of his immodest embraces and rush to run as she rushed into this hidden corner of the forest, but she meekly responded to his kisses with movements of supple lips and tongue. How long did they stand like that, kissing, hugging young, quivering bodies, getting to know each other in close embraces? Unknown. The time stopped.

But now, as if Zhenka had come to her senses, she sank, fluttered, slipped out of Olezhka's hands, and, bouncing a step three, like a bluff caught off guard, ready to rush off. Her lips seemed rumpled and from that even more pale. She could not stand it and quickly squeezed the fabric of the dress, somewhere in the lower abdomen and meowed guiltily:

“Devils bite,” then she broke down and gave a quiet, kindly laugh.

- Turn away, turn away ... And Olezhka conscientiously turned around, listening attentively to the rustling behind his back and fantasizing about what is being removed now and where the shameless ants had time to climb in such a short time. He felt her finish the war with the ants, sneaking up on him and ...

“Oh, you are a bug, giving up is a goat,” he shouted, feeling how the ant dropped by the collar was cheerfully preparing for an attack, choosing a place softer with the obvious intention to use its jaws! Zhenka, without waiting for retribution, was already ulepetevala, bursting like a bell.

Now they sunbathed side by side on a huge prehistoric rug and, turning over, they tried, as if by chance, to touch each other more often in order to feel again and again the hot skin of a no longer alien, alluring body. It is not known what feelings his girlfriend felt at the same time, but occasional contact gave birth to such waves in the flaming body of Olezhka, even shafts of desire, that he had to turn over on his stomach or escape from surging lust in the cool water!

He knew how it would all end. And the strange thing was not trying to force things forward, as if there was a whole summer ahead, a whole life, no, ten lives: He thrilled with pleasure noting how, each time, she tries to go away in their “pranks”.

Now they began to kiss barely sailed to the island. Kissing, rolling on the blanket, on the sand and in the water. Then they climbed onto the shore and to warm up again they kissed again. Yulenka's lips swelled, became skillful and pliable and playfully responded to every touch of his lips and tongue.

It ended with the fact that once they were great late for dinner and the next day the aunt, going to the city to do the strawberry business, shook his finger at her, hid the keys to the boat.

Spending her on the bus, Olezhka trudged over to a girlfriend, and for an hour they were splashing around the village listening to the deafening screech of babies coming from the shallows. I didn't want to sunbathe.

The heat pressed like a hydraulic press, wide and mercilessly. He found them in the sun and in the shadows, driving them from place to place. Having no idea what to do, they decided to look through old magazines in the attic.

There was a huge bed in the attic; there were piles of old things, magazines and a chest with loose dust from the times of the Flood. Zhenka, with admiration, looked at the unknown objects of the departed life and even tried to try on something from the chest, but the heat was leaking into the attic through every crevice and soon melting became their only clothing.

Leafing through old magazines is best without a sarafan and no pants, of course. Soon they, comfortably seated on a huge iron bed, again began yesterday. Instead of springs, planks were placed on the bed, a pair of patchwork quilts on top and therefore the bed did not creak when they floundered, amusing themselves with an exciting game. Zhenka kissed her selflessly, brushing off the erect Oleans' fingers with her free hand from the gum of plain white panties. Fingers climbed under the gum somewhere near the ass, and each time moved to the thigh, lowering it down, but the girl’s hand grabbed them in time, expelling them in disgrace and returning her panties to the starting position. Then Zhenka was fond of kisses, and repeated all over again. It was terribly hot in the attic, and drops of sweat made kisses hotter and more salty.

- Olezhka, and you already had it, when either?

- Yes ... Lying to Zhenka was beyond his strength.

- And this is not ... Olezhka, I, probably, not everything is in order. Probably, not everything has developed yet ... And the chest ... It may be too early to do this.

- Olezhka, I want a little bit, but ... Oh!

His hand goes deep into the panties, but this time from the front and slipping ... Read more →