So listen: I'm 18 years old, as you already know; I am a virgin, I look at her, but where I am - firstly, in the general opinion she is, if she’s not the first colormaker, then she’s the most powerful sex appeal, all men with their tongues sticking out run after her. And secondly, she still has a boyfriend, with him she walks and sleeps. Okay, I look at her, but I do not dissolve my feelings too much, because I see that my work is obviously perishable. And suddenly I find that she herself! suddenly! begins to give me certain signs of attention - well, there, he sits down next to me, hand in hand slips, and hold on to it, caress each other's palms with our fingers. Then I naturally fly off the brakes and fall in love with terrible force, dragging her, suffering, jealous and other attributes of love.

... At home each other often visited, there I kissed her 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 told her something, then sat next to the arm of the chair a little behind her, couldn't do anything with myself, started kissing her neck, curls of hair near the ear, cheek - but I'm afraid in the lips, she doesn’t show a reaction, she studies the lines in the book all this time, I don’t know what she saw there at that time, but suddenly she turns to me, lifts her head and kisses me on the lips. It was my first real kiss, I froze with fear, surprise and pleasure, the feeling of her warm and soft lips. And her eyes were open, she already later, kissing with me, began to close them ... At the same moment the phone rang, a classmate was interested in what I managed to learn a ticket for the exam, I wanted to kill him at that moment.

Further more. Once, the whole company gathered around me, everyone mixed up to sleep, I ended up with her on the same ottoman, something we kind of quarreled affectionately, turned away from each other, under the rug (all dressed, of course), and then I feel - ass it rests against mine, and it seems to be pressed more strongly. Slipping, I stuck my hand without turning, almost dislocated my shoulder, put my hand under her jeans, under her elastic band and almost finished feeling the silky cool skin of her ass under the palm. I stroke it, then slowly I get over my hip, dying of fear, everyone is trying to reach her pubis, and it is damn hard, lying back to each other, okay, I lay down on my back. And the people still walk around the room - well, at least dark. I reach with the tips of my fingers to the beginning of its knoll, I touch and twist tight hairs; Can you imagine, this was the first time with me, the strongest sensations, I still remember ... And then she suddenly shoved her hand too, stroking my thigh, quietly stepping up to my long rearing little brother and also a little bit touches claws and fingers, but only touches, does not wrap, flour is sweet and mortal. So they caressed each other for a while, then someone scared us off - we kissed tenderly, and she ran away somewhere ...

Then I recognized her breasts, hard, small and affectionate with large hard nipples, which I adored stroking and kissing, she was very excited by this, we also loved it when I held my hand between her thighs - sometimes in the movies, sometimes at home time of different parties, when no one saw (and maybe we just thought that we did not see us). She pressed her lap to my hand, I pressed the palm between her warm thighs, slightly moving my fingers ...

She came to me, we drank tea and chatted, and I froze from tenderness to her, looked, seeing nothing around, on her lips, caught sight with a glance the split of her breasts in the deep cut of the blouse, which she wore then on her naked body, caressed eyes her tight rounded thighs.I didn’t have enough for a long time, the tea was forgotten, I got down to her, fed on the sweet poison of her half-opened lips, she allowed me to caress her breast and body under her blouse, answering me with soft kisses and infrequent reciprocal touches to the center of my passion. I remembered and absorbed the feeling of fullness of the palms, the sliding of the fingers over the delicate skin, its touches, which brought me to unconsciousness.

In general, we experienced almost everything with each other, except for the most important thing, but I was afraid to even hint about it - and what if it gets angry? or offended? and I never knew how she treats me and loved her until she was crazy. Once, sitting at my house, we kissed 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. It was empty in me and it hurt, you understand ... I feel bad, I tell her, hugging and stroking her hair. Why, asks. Because I love you, and you do not have me. These words I told her the first time then. After we stood for a long time, silent. Go, I said, he is waiting. She would wait, she waved it away, 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 trifling reason - some cherry compote, which she madly loved. The night before my heart was pounding so hard that I had to drink valerian, my mother was alarmed, and asked me to tell me what I was so worried about, exams or what? - as, I ran up to tell. We drank the promised compote, after that, unable to cope with my tenderness, I again embraced her, kissed her hair - I repeat: I was inexpressibly drawn to her body, I simply became silly. Buried in her hair and kissing the top of her head, I whispered to her, I want you. She did not answer, but after a minute she got up, and holding my hands, quietly went - I hugged her and I had to move backwards, and she slightly pushed me, until suddenly, with insane joy, I did not understand that she was pushing me in the direction of the parent bedrooms ...

There I began to undress her, unbuttoned the buttons, took off my blouse and bra, this we have done before, but when I started to take off her skirt, she stopped my hands and, excitedly shining with eyes, began to speak quickly in a whisper: “What are we doing? We are crazy ... ". Yes, we are crazy, I answered her, kissing her breasts, so let it be, really, go crazy, and so on, when it doesn’t matter what you say or hear. Suddenly it dawned on me, I remembered that Mom should have come home from work soon, but could I stop then? Wait, I said, I got up and went out into the corridor. There, I removed her shoes from the hallway and snapped the door lock so that it could not be opened from the outside. As a half asleep, I returned to her. She sat in the same position that I left her - with her hands on the bed, with bare breasts and a half-skirt on her tight hips, covered with thin black tights. I took her by the shoulders and pulled her to her - she stood up like a sleepwalker, and took the rest herself, stepped over the panties and stopped waiting. Having undressed lightly, I hugged her, having nestled with my whole body, and we gently sank down on the bed, from which I prudently threw back the fleecy cover.

I started to caress her, trying to remember all my theoretical knowledge, I kissed and sucked her nipples, crumpled and stroked her breasts, spreading her hips slightly to the sides, caressing and rubbing her womb, pushing the elastic rings of her triangle's fingers with her fingers - I wanted to immediately move down to her lips, there, but she did not allow, instantly firmly squeezing her hips and, without releasing my head, biting her lips on a kiss. Very soon she said, without opening her eyes, hoarsely - we spoke with lip movements - and how many times did you have it, before me. Not even once, I answered just as silently. She opened her eyes in amazement and joy, looking 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 shyly, clinging even closer to me.And it was here, and maybe shortly before, that my bestial desire turned into another plane — the plane of tenderness and affection, which immediately affected my fighting ability. I, you see, being a well-read young man, ...