Turning to those distant years, when we were still children, it is difficult not to recall the first timid fantasies that arose at the sight of some attractive girl. At that time, however, as now, it was not easy to determine what excites them more — beauty or vulgarity of clothes. At least, even an ugly face was able to cause a stir in the pants, if I put on a skirt for the most I can not or something frankly translucent. I used to go home as if I had won a victory at the Olympics, when my omnipresent gaze was opened from under the cut of a blouse, a naked girl’s bosom of a stooped girl, or, even better, through the fit jeans, the entire anatomy of her vagina. Naturally, it was not possible to see such a thing every day, therefore such memories remained for a long time in memory. More often, one could contemplate slender legs tightly covered with stockings, covered with a more or less short skirt.

This time subsequently acquired a special meaning for me, since after its passing, life turned out to be completely different. It is difficult to say in which direction everything has changed. On the one hand, persons of the opposite sex, deprived of virginity, were now given right and left, and it turned out to be very easy to break virgins, but almost all these girls and women had no girlish charm and, especially badly, in their once slender body clothes began to be deposited fat, which formed ugly folds on the abdomen. Particularly unpleasant in such at first glance and not fat persons their saggy butts, from which protruding legs protrude. Therefore, it is unusually joyful to meet a girl who has retained the girlish charm.

How many times a day I wanted to fuck some girl! But constantly, even when such an opportunity was provided, there was not enough courage. In addition, everything seemed extremely difficult and I thought that sex was a pleasure for initiates. Daily disappointments drove me crazy, and even if I had a dream with a clear tendency to copulation at night, for some reason, it almost always ended at the very moment or just avoided it.

Nevertheless, I was just convinced that only my shyness was the cause of dissatisfaction, because once in a maths class, having a calculator at hand, I had no intention of counting how many sexual acts all people living and living in the world had. If we take into account only productive intercourse (with the birth of a child), the number of sexual acts over fifty years has already exceeded the ten-digit value of the calculator, but if we consider that in all his life, between fifteen and thirty or more hours she has a pure orgasm, it turns out that while I sat in the office and solved problems, thousands and thousands of couples made love. It means that there were at least a few girls in the world who right now shamelessly surrendered to boys. I was so stunned by this conclusion that I was overwhelmed with unprecedented excitement. And I'm worse?

The desire was so great that I decided to lose my virginity right that very day. After mathematics, our class had literature — the last lesson — and the literature teacher was our class teacher. During the break, I approached him and said that I couldn’t be on duty in the office all the coming days, because I would go to the hospital for procedures, and the only possibility I have is today, on Saturday. It should be noted that on this day the class had to be cleaned by two girlfriends, both beautiful and always very funny, so I thought that I would not lose, which one would not go home. As a result, she decided to be on duty with me, who recently had a birthday (she was fifteen years old, and she was only a month older than me).When the bell rang and everyone left, the teacher said that he needed to go to some conference, so he left the key with us so that after the duty we closed the class on our own. Teachers always go somewhere during the cleaning, and in any case I would lock the room to the lock. Half done.

I was not particularly surprised by the fact that when we were alone, my partner sat on a desk and, while I was going to fetch water, swept and mopped the floor, did not do anything useful. She sat and talked with her legs, telling me something, then said that she wanted to go to the toilet, and left the office at all. How long it was not, I do not know, but at least I have already finished cleaning a long time ago, but she never returned. However, the purse was here, and I knew for sure that she would come for her. And then it was as if I was struck with a current: no condoms! It is possible that I will be able to pick up my fish, but it is certainly less likely. On the hook with the bait, she bites much more willingly than naked. Then I began to frantically search for a solution. On the one hand, the kiosk, where condoms were supposed to be sold, is not very far away, but on the other hand, while I run after them, my girl can go back, pick up her purse and go home - and then all my crystal dreams will be broken on the pig-iron ass. reality. There has never been such a breakup in my life.

But in order to be sure of victory, I decided to buy condoms. I just locked the office and took it with me, hoping that if I was late, she would not go anywhere and wait. I went down the stairs and flew out into the street. The kiosk turned out to be open (I was very happy about this, because, while I was running towards it, I thought that for two reasons — Saturday and the law of meanness — it might not work). I handed money out the window and asked for a pack of condoms. The saleswoman looked at me and asked: "How old are you?" - "Seventeen". - "Something does not look like." And then I stuck my head in the window and blurted it out right in my eyes: “Listen, woman, a girl is waiting for me, and in fifteen minutes we will fuck with her, regardless of whether you sell me the damn gum or not. On TV every now and then they are hollowed up, that it is necessary to choose safe sex, I think so too, and you - you! - you will be guilty of the fact that in four months my lover will have an abortion, which often does not go without consequences! And if you do not care for someone else's grief, then I love her and I still live with her all my life, do you understand or not? ” After such an answer, she had to give me one hundred percent what I asked for. It was possible, of course, to say more softly, but when time is tight and in pants, there’s no room for persuasion and promises that I will pour water in them and throw it out of the window.

Having received a pack from the dumbfounded saleswoman, I ran to the school, hoping that my girl had not yet come to the office and was not scolding me for what the world was worth. However, I was wrong. She was leaning against the wall, already standing at the door with a tired expression on her face. Bad business, I think. But the main thing is that the fish here, besides, I lingered for quite a while.

- Where were you? I've been waiting for you here for a hundred years! - tells me. She calmed down noticeably, thinking that she would still get her purse out of the office.

- Yes, so nothing. For condoms went.

- For condoms? Joker, she laughed. - And with whom is your date?

“Tell me everything,” I tell her mysteriously, opening the door. - With one charming. She is the best in the world and I madly want her.

- Best of all, you say? Even better than me?

“Well, how can I tell you,” I thought up on the move, not even knowing what my next word would be, “she’s almost like you, only she has one visible advantage.”

- What? - Perhaps, my little girl first spoke on this burning topic, and she was very curious.

- She wants me. And she is brave. Real, you know, girl. Never shy of your desires, if you really want to. Do not press on trifles. And she has the perfect taste. Always chooses the best. Only such people succeed in life - I tried ...