After graduating from school, I could not go to college for the full-time department, I did not have enough points, and I had to retake one exam and apply for the evening department. After enrollment, I, like other comrades in misfortune, had to look for work. It seemed to me that in our time, finding a job is easier than ever. But how to find it, if for ten years I did not hold anything except a writing pen in my hands. And the fact that something to do with their own hands, nothing to say. Having pushed around the enterprises of my native city and not finding anything suitable, I turned to parents for help. Having scoffed at my self-confidence, having read a lot of notations, I still got a job at one of the plant laboratories, where I had to work as a junior laboratory technician, or rather as an electrician of the second level, for a whole year.

It was the end of August. On the first day of my work, the chief called me.

“So,” he began, looking over his glasses, since you are among the youngest in the collective farm tomorrow.

In those days, brigades of young stock were made up in the workshops and for two or three weeks they were sent to the collective farm to help with the harvest. Home came only at the weekend, and even then not always.

- And what about the work? I will start classes soon. I would not like to miss classes from day one.

- Do not worry. Classes will begin not earlier than the end of September, by this time, I hope you will come back.

I stood and did not know what to say. I was somehow uncomfortable. Just came and immediately to the farm, even without having been in the workplace. I was not very happy with the prospect of spending the rest of the summer in Kolkho-ze. Doomed, head down, I walked to the door.

“Do not worry you much,” the boss said good-naturedly, “the collective farm is great.” I myself would go, but whoever needs me there. You'll see, great there. You will work during the day, and in the evening you will drink vodka, girls fuck.

With these words, I was thrown into the sweat. At seventeen, I have never had to be so close with the opposite sex, but I really wanted to. True, several times, holding a neighbor on the court in the corner, he climbed into her panties, but this does not count. It never came to a bigger deal. Hearing the promising words of my boss, I cheered up, suddenly lucky.

The next day, a convoy of seven buses drove us to the collective farm. It was a clear morning. The joyful guys, who had been on collective farms more than once, jokes and laughter, somehow drove away my foul mood. Immediately I entered into a conversation. The girls were full, much more than guys, and this instilled confidence. The age did not exceed twenty years old, and only the oldest group was about sixty.

They resettled us in special trailers on the edge of the village near the lake itself. Each trailer consisted of three sections, in the center there is a hall with a stove, and on the sides, a male and a female section. In general, it was possible to live. The management of the collective farm took care of the life and leisure of the city helpers well enough. The town turned out quite crowded, and most importantly, the girls are full. But in the evening, the illusion of a wide choice, quickly dissipated. The village guys, like flies on honey, stuck to our town. All day we worked on cleaning carrots, and in the evening, we made a big bonfire, next to the carriages, baked a large bucket of potatoes, and after that we danced to the music of an accredited tape recorder. I was funny to watch the girls. For a whole hour they sat in front of a mirror with a cosmetic bag, diligently putting on make-up, then half an hour by the fire, until the shadows walked along the cheeks and in a moment under the shower.

Imperceptibly, the dancing turned into a conversation by the fire, which always ended with a conversation about sex. Gradually, in pairs, the people left the town, and only I, and free girls, remained bored around the fire. I do not remember who, but once one of our windmills offered to organize a small sa-bantuy.Since alcohol was not sold to the harvest in the villages, I had to go to the city for him. The lot fell on Natasha and me, a pretty pretty shorochka. Small in stature, with a beautiful figure, on the field, she often loomed before her eyes, rousing me to the limit. What struck me most was the face. She was not at all like a shork. Nice smile, funny eyes, rosy cheeks, flirty look. And only wavy, black hair, but a dark face, vaguely talked about its origin. She is two years older than me.

By passing car, we got to the city without any problems. The road back is a nightmare. The overfilled regular bus took us to a fork, which is ten kilometers straight, through the forest. Heavy bags, fragile packaging, brought us a lot of problems. Yes, and the partner did not differ a lot of power, most had to bear himself. And what Sergey was just thinking about, sending her with me. Slowly, with frequent stops, we approached the village. Natasha was very tired and begged for rest. I was glad in my heart, because I was tired too, but I was ashamed to admit to a fragile girl. We settled under the pine by the stream. Getting up on all fours, she leaned over to the water. My heart sank. I looked, not blinking and, apparently, did not breathe. Having quenched her thirst, she got up, smiled at me and fell beside me, on a soft carpet of pine needles, inadvertently dropping my head on my knees.

“Let's not go anywhere, stay here,” she said blissfully, trying to get up, “how nice it is here!”

I don't know why, but I just bent down and kissed her on the lips. Opening her mouth in amazement, dazed eyes, she looked at me and did not know what to do - either slap me in the face, or ask for more. And I took, but kissed her again. She broke away and ran away to the side, sat down on a log lying near the water and thought about something. I do not know what happened to me, but I am bold. I came up behind me and hugged her shoulders. Natasha stiffened like a spring. I felt her intermittent breathing, my kiss took her. I did not know that she is still, still a virgin. This thought worried me the least. Not receiving a rebuff, I hugged her harder, pressing my gorgeous breasts with my palms and, pressing against her head, with my lips began to gently pull at her hair. I felt her breathing stopped altogether, and under my left palm, a restless heart. The proximity of the tender body quickly aroused me. I felt a pleasant languor seize my body, making him tremble. This went on for a while.

My caresses were not so energetic, but this was more than enough for her. With intermittent breathing, she turned sharply and pressed herself against her chest. I fell on my back, she looked at me. Pulling her higher, I hugged her waist, and a moment later our lips merged. I really didn’t know how to aim, like her, because there was no school. But even as we could, we had plenty of excess. Bad business is not tricky, and we have improved our skills in front of our eyes. Ten minutes later, we could envy any couple in the world. I will not say that I was in heaven with happiness, I wanted more and I carefully tried to get under the jeans.

- Sasha, do not go there. Please, ”in a trembling voice, she said confusedly. Breathing became more frequent, it seemed she was suffocating from the seized languor, and maybe just from fear.

Impudent, I did not. A moment later, Natasha was down on the needles. And, after a short while, my lips touched my breasts. The taste of the fabric made it difficult to fully understand the taste of the female body and I, as if inadvertently having hooked my hand, lifted her shirt up, exposing her beautiful breasts. It was like a dream dream. Half surrendering, gasping from the seizing languor, holding my head tightly against my chest, she whispered something, but what, I could not make out.

After this incident, I became the full owner of the upper half of her gorgeous body. In the evening, when everyone gathered around the fire, went to the female half, sat down next to Natasha, and without losing a minute, we continued the long-running love game together. She just beamed with pleasure. ...