Part one

How I came to life like that.

It so happened that my youth was not very stormy. But when I start to remember this fun time, the time of awakening the sensuality of the first thoughts about boys, awareness of their feminine essence of the first cigarette and the first meaningful masturbation, I think that this youth can not be called stormy in modern times, and then ... then it was more than allowed to a modest girl from a good full-fledged family.

In our tenth grade, we were mostly virgins (which is the kind of word), and by the end of the tenth grade I was no longer her.

Meaningful masturbation, or if you want self-gratification - in my mind it is the day when I first did this not just to feel hidden from my parents, and it seemed like a shameful moment of pleasure, accompanied by fantasies that are not connected with reality.

This day, however, came long before the first, somehow serious sexual contact with a member of the opposite sex.

On this day, my early mature physiology somehow united by itself, demanding to put your hand under a blanket, touch it between your legs, and psychology, mind, if you can say so about the thoughts and feelings of a seventh-grader.

Then suddenly this process became for me something real, having the right to exist, independent - just as important and joyful as sex. Well, about sex is already from the height of past years. And then it arose as a conscious part of my life, the same as everything else.

Now I did not do it anyhow, for example, locked in a bathroom and lying on the floor on a towel (unfortunately, we had a sedentary bath), or at night afraid to make an extra sound.

Not. I chose the time when no one interfered, I was preparing, I was anticipating. She took a shower before this, considered herself in the mirror. And, finally, she did it for a long time and with pleasure.

After the open window is warm after a hot day, Moscow night. The house is empty. Mom in the country. Father on a business trip.

Behind a wonderful day, such days are only at this age. I just came, in the afternoon there was a beach in silver forest, volleyball, ice cream, a hot trolleybus, girlfriends, Yurka from 7-b.

Down with the dress. Bare feet on the cool floor. Mirror. I am in white panties, under them shining pubic hair. Blonde - I'm a real blonde. Small breasts (well, why is she so small). Everything. I'm ready - I would have waited for this moment all day. Already stick nipples and want to quickly take up a.

But how nice it is to delay this moment - the excitement is as nice as the satisfaction. Now I belong only to myself. You can not rush.

How good - you can buzz with it (there). You know how nice it is after a long hot day to forcefully scratch yourself, it's cool when you can put your hand in there, touch your lips.

Everything. This again is almost the limit.

Enough Down with the panties, I'll just throw them on the floor next to the dress. As if someone is waiting for me in the bedroom, I can’t wait for him faster and do not care that my dirty panties will be lying around on the threshold. Night and love will write off everything.

But first shower. Under hot water, you can bend over, penetrating yourself with your fingers, stretch everything there. Then, standing, and looking at the lower abdomen, with two hands stretch the sponge to the sides. Faster on the bed. A towel with thighs flies into a corner.

For now, just on the back (I’ll then lie on my side before the orgasm, squeezing my hips with my hands held tightly), but for now ... You can lie, stroking yourself, changing the rhythm, relaxing, squeezing the thigh muscles, then frankly caressing the clitoris, then just touching it and dream, dream ... You can touch the chest, squeeze and pull the nipple.

At these moments, it seems that every touch on the nipple is given below, and everything in my head is clouded by fog. Nobody forbids loud breathing, moaning ... I can (oh, horror!) Raising and spreading my legs, moistening my finger, hold them down the hollow between the buttocks, stop at the anus, and when there, too, it becomes slippery, quietly insert it inside. Everything. Again the limit. Forces are no more.

Forward to the finish. It's simple, I don’t need much ...

The last thought, before falling asleep - tomorrow waking up and feeling sleepy, but already morning-agitated, I can stay in bed, dream and do it all again.

Like this. Why would I?

It’s just that all this, also simply, consciously, later led me to sex. I entered it completely finished, joyfully and with pleasure. Now everything can be different. And then!

We did not know, hear or see anything. The technique of sex, this mysterious process itself, seemed to be something awful and horribly indecent. Peers, for the most part, were for the first time simply frightened children. Girls - too.

Oral sex - "dick suck only fallen women, whores, blowjob and huesoski."

And I was ready - completely.

The first time I experienced an orgasm from the actions of a man, at the end of the ninth grade, at a party from a classmate. Perhaps this was the day of the "psychological" loss of virginity.

We danced, in the darkened room, clinging to him, I was excited more and more ... Even more - from the fact that through the pants I felt his embarrassed member. For the first time an excited male member touched the bottom of my stomach. (thanks to the “thoroughly” porn cards hidden from me by my dad - at least in general terms I understood what was happening).

How it was magical. I wanted that the music never ends and everyone all left the apartment immediately! (I don't know what I would do then!)

I wonder if he was shy or not? I never asked him about it. Probably shy. At some point he wanted to step back, but I only pressed myself closer to him.

Then from the excitement and the wine I poplohelo. We sat on the couch; my legs were covered with a rug or blanket, I don’t remember, and he secretly stroked them with his hands. The room was dim, a drunk classmate was sitting on the floor in front of the sofa and mumbling something.

He stroked his legs, and I, having made up my mind, quietly squeezed and unclenched my hips. I don't know, maybe he noticed something.

I imagined how his hand rises higher and higher and finally penetrates there and slowly and skillfully caresses me. And as it is not noticeable, I finished. Orgasm (physiologically) was so-so, for C grade.

But the rest is 100 points. Lord, in front of people, excited by the touch of a man and with his hand lying on my lap.

And then, as was the case then, he took me to the apartment. Kisses in the box near the elevator. My back is pressed against the wall and all that remains is that I press all forces into it.

I don’t know how it happened - but I really needed his hand to be between my legs. Between my slightly spread legs, there in the unbearably hot and burning wet me. How did I need it. At some point, I realized that if this did not happen, it seemed that not only would I fall asleep, but it would be impossible to continue living. It is impossible.

Then it was spit on his arms, his lips and all that. I just needed his hand there. (I wonder why the hand. Still, I, apparently, had not yet matured).

I took it myself and did everything. This day was the second defining day in my intimate life. Then I always did everything in sex myself. So it turned out easier. And me and the men. At the same time, it probably seemed to my men that only they decide and do everything.

Well, so I took my hands off his neck, took his hand, pushed her wet panties with her other hand and pressed his fingers to her crotch.

Touching, for the first time before this wet and hot, he wanted to pull back his hand (virgins! Well, what to take from them), but he had no chance. He tried to do something himself, but in general, I just pressed his fingers strongly where I needed and rubbed ... Well, the spectacle probably was.!

Sticking into his lips, I moved more palpably with my pelvis, lower abdomen ... And it already seemed to me ...