The notebook you are reading now came to me as follows.

On a gloomy autumn day last year, I was at the cemetery where my wife was buried two years ago. Having grieved at the grave, I headed for the exit and saw a girl about 23x-24x nearby. She stood at the tumbledown grave, on which she had just laid a modest bouquet. I hardly read the faded inscription: last name, first name, patronymic, date of birth, death. The woman buried here died 22x years. I asked the girl who she was dead and why she died so early.

“This is my friend,” the girl replied, “and the circumstances of her death are so unusual that you cannot tell them briefly.”

Extremely interested, I asked if it's not hard to tell. We said good-bye to the evening and I was already headed for the exit, when suddenly I heard her voice:

- One minute!

I returned.

“Take this letter here,” she said, handing me a notebook, “this is what she wrote to me shortly before her death.”

I thanked and left.

When I got home, I sat down on the sofa and in one gulp, without stopping, read these notes. They could not help but worry. Judge for yourself.

... "'You write that you are very concerned about the issue of intimate relationships with men. At twenty years old it is quite natural. I do not know what to advise you. I'd better tell you how it all happened to me, and you draw conclusions.

It happened two years ago. Remember, when my birthday was celebrated? ... Arkady Ilyich - yes, yes, - our physics teacher congratulated me, made several compliments and invited me to go to the theater with him. Can you imagine how flattering I was! I wanted everyone to know about it, but I had to be silent: he has a wife and two children.

In the theater, at first I felt very embarrassed, but he was so attentive, simple, that I soon became comfortable.

After the performance, he walked me home. And when they said goodbye, he asked me to kiss him. I kissed him. He hugged me so that I almost choked, and he began to kiss my hands, lips, eyes and a few more times. With great difficulty, we parted.

After this evening we began to meet. We went to the theater and the cinema together. We kissed a lot. He knew how to kiss somehow, so that I became limp. Once he invited me to a friend. His name was Boris. We drank. We talked about our relationship and did not notice how the evening was. Boris offered to spend the night at his place. Arkady Ilyich asked if I could stay. And although it was both embarrassing and scary, I could not leave. Boris gave us his bed with Arkady, and he went to sleep in the kitchen.

As soon as he came out, Arkady clasped me with both hands and literally dug into my lips. We stood for a long time without moving. He squeezed my chest painfully and kissed me so that I could not stand on my feet. Arkady let me go and turned off the light.

“Get undressed,” he said, and began taking off his suit. I began to stretch the dress, but my hands would not obey me and I could barely take it off. Then I also, without thinking, took off their shoes. Arkady had already undressed and approached me. He stroked my bare back, lowering his arms lower and lower.

“Take off the combination,” he said.

I began to shoot. He impatiently pulled her off and I stayed in shorts and a bra. Instantly, I felt his hand between my legs. The other he feverishly stretched the bra. The blood rushed to the heart. I felt how everything inside was literally eager to spill over into something unimaginable. I tried frantically to sigh and could not.

“Down,” he asked. I laid down meekly, he sat down next to me, took both breasts and began to kiss them alternately. Then he dug his lips into his left breast and began to irritate the nipple with his tongue.

His every touch was extraordinarily pleasant. I wanted to kiss him for the joy he gives me. We merged into a kiss. His chest groaned under his fingers. Looking up, he took my right hand and kissed it for a long time.

Then he pulled her down and I felt his dick in my hand.Arkady squeezed my fingers around his penis and held up and down several times.

- I do not know what to do? - he said, - you are a girl and you better stay with her ... but I am a man! ... What do you think?

“I don’t know,” I replied, “in your hands all my future ...”

Again, he ran my hand over my penis several times ...

“Okay, I'll try it on the edge,” he said. - Do not worry, take off your pants.

I froze. His hands went cold and leaden.

“Don't be afraid,” he repeated.

And I felt his hand cautiously, centimeter by centimeter, pushing my last defense back. Second! ... And I'm completely naked lying in front of him.

He lay down on me, pressed his lips to my lips, but I no longer felt his kisses. All my thoughts were there. I waited for this terrible moment - pain, passion, delight. I was shaking.

He easily parted my legs and lay down between them. I was all tense. Here is the very corner of the big lips, I felt the head, which gently pushed them to the side and sought further and further. It was so nice that I leaned forward and ... instantly felt a sharp pain. The pain made me lie back. Arkady immediately pulled away and asked:

- Painfully?

“It hurts,” I replied.

- Well, I will not, I quietly, - he promised, and again spread my legs.

Again, I felt his dick penetrate into my interiors. I wanted to wrap him around, but barely losing sensitive parts of the body, he slipped out, it was like a tub of cold water. True, he immediately again entered this place. The touch of him every time it became more and more pleasant. But Arkady got carried away and again I felt a sharp pain. Again he pulled away. And so several times. I was pleased and hurt. I'm tired of unpleasant annoyance. I wanted all this to be resolved soon. Arkady exhausted me and exhausted himself.

- I can not! - ... he moaned - sorry for you. Better stay a girl ...

“Of course,” I whispered.

“This is what we are following,” he suggested. - Anoint the saliva chest from the inside. Here, here, lower and to the stomach, and from above ... So, - with these words he easily sat on my stomach, clasping his legs and put the member between the breasts.

“Now squeeze it with both hands,” he showed how to squeeze. - So ... do not be afraid, press more.

And he began to drive a member between the breasts. It was all very interesting to me. A few minutes later he suddenly gritted his teeth, jerked and splashed out of his penis a white, milk-like stream. So for the first time I saw how this act ends in men.

A few days later, Arkady sent the family to the dacha and we met at his apartment. This time I felt freer: we were already bound by something intimate, ours.

Arkady set the table down to the sofa. We drank and began to kiss. I again felt his hand under the skirt.

- Undress, - he asked.

I undressed, he also took everything off himself. Immediately I felt his dick at my feet. Arkady laid me across the bed while he remained standing beside the bed. Stroking my legs, he lifted them on his shoulders and, clasping my hips, began to slowly introduce a member between them. Again it was pleasant and painful, I trembled. He barely restrained himself. Having brought me to an unconscious state, he leaned forward and took my chest in hand, my knees were almost pressed to my chest. In this position, he continued to move the member further and further. The head more often rested against the barrier. It was painful, but I tried not to moan, because after every cry of mine, Arkady immediately moved back and it was the worst thing. Not hearing my exclamations, he apparently got carried away, I felt the head burst ...