SCLEROSIS IS NOT AN AGING AGAIN ... PART 2 RETURNING TO THE UNPRINTED ... Immediately make a reservation that the name is working and this story is a continuation of the story "Sclerosis is not old age." The first story did not lay out for the general public to read - hence the name of the second. And so, going back to that very young man, to the musician. It happened at the end of April 1976. Our ensemble rehearsed the May program in two versions: one for the dance evening at the school where we studied then, and the second for the concert in the sponsored workshop at the factory where our artistic director Anatoly worked. The room for rehearsals - the music - was located in the domestic building of the plant on the fourth floor, so that during the rehearsals no one interfered with us, not a passing place. But what is interesting is that on the third floor there was a WOMEN LATERING ROOM of the same workshop and from time to time there was some attention to the sounds we made. It was not only music and songs, we still managed to jab into microphones and then there you just wouldn’t hear: jokes, and rehearsals (of course with mother stuff) of famous songs are not boring in general. Somewhere about a week before the concert to us at the "light", to smoke, what would the fireman in the corridor did not find, two "butterflies" flew: girls rewind, workers of the shop.

It must be said that the girls were somewhat contrasting with each other. One - Tatiana - was a local, urban girl, eighteen years old, of medium height, plump, with a good figure - only a small chest. But the second, Svetlana, a girl coming from the village, although she had lived in the city for two years, seemed to get a little comfortable. So, she was inferior in physique to her friend - her legs were thin, her hips were narrow, her ass was boyish, flat, but here's the chest ... it was something! By today's standards - no less than the fourth, and by that time they called - “VO!” - and were not afraid to show with both hands how big their breasts were. In general, the girls liked us, and we, boys of seventeen, began to glue them slowly. Tanka quickly chose herself a gentleman who is most suitable for her in body size: a tall, big bass guitar player. And everything is bright with them, type-top, and in a day Vovk has already boasted of “a night spent with Tanka”. But to me, the aforementioned solo-guitarist, liked Sveta, it should be noted that it seemed to be mutual. But, firstly, she seems to be a bit like a village one, and she has conservative views on her “man-woman” relations, and secondly, I ... somehow could not look at her as another passing girlfriend and force events did not become. As they said, I began to meet with her. Well, in the locker room, we squeezed and kissed when she had a night shift, but it didn’t work further, somehow there was nowhere. And on the First of May Sveta invites me to "my own home." Why in quotes? Yes, because it was her grandmother's apartment, and Sveta herself lived in a dormitory. The grandmother went to Kuibyshev to her daughter for the holidays, asking Sveta, her granddaughter, to look after the apartment. Having collected refreshments, as far as the scholarship then allowed, I went to visit. Imagine my surprise when a completely unfamiliar girl opened the door to the address indicated! I was confused, and the girl — pretty little by the way — looked at me slyly and smilingly said: “Are you coming to Svetka? Well, come on, it will be now. ”I walk into the room, look around: a studio apartment, a table, a sofa, a bed, a bathroom, and a kitchen - the standard“ Khrushchev ”. In addition to the pretty girl, an additional character is discovered, quite familiar: another guitar player (that's divorced — that is) from another ensemble.It turned out that his girlfriend - also Sveta - was familiar with my Light, and they decided to spend the holiday together, and they invited us at the same time. Apparently having heard our voices, another one looked out of the bathroom, which is my Light, with wet hair to the waist and only a slightly worn robe. Seeing me pretended to be surprised by my arrival, embarrassed and hid back in the bathroom. From there, she asked her friend to bring her other "clothes", to which her friend gave her lingerie on a bed under her pillow. I tactfully pretended that I did not notice the difference between clothes and underwear, although something was already moving in my pants. In vain I was staring at this linen.

Light came out already dressed, combed (as soon as she managed to put wet hair?), And as a hospitable hostess began to bother about the table. I didn’t move away from it, since I also like the kitchen prepared by myself. Yes, my hands were not only snooping around the kitchen, I also managed to put on a rather frivolous time for Svetlana, but did not encounter any particular resistance. And here we are at the table: the first toast for May, the second of course for the ladies. Light hints, such as “for Dame, but not for you, but I will not give you ...” It was unconstrained that everything began, without promising anything supernatural. The holiday itself will probably not be described, nothing particularly unusual, except for the fact that the girls constantly ran away to secretly go to the kitchen. With Victor (it was with such an emphasis, then it was fashionable) we communicated before, so there was no constraint. We were hugging and kissing with our girls. And at some point, "not my Light" suddenly drooping his gaze asks me to go out into the corridor with her for a moment. Of course, I agree, this is where some surprises begin: the “alien” Light wraps me around in my arms and starts kissing me passionately! I, not understanding what was happening, at first began to repel her: “What are you! What if ...? ”To which she replied:“ Do not worry, I agreed with “yours” (!!!), I liked you more, and she’s not against Victor ... ”Yes ... say That surprised me is to say nothing. I was taken aback a little, but Svetka does not allow me to stand as a pillar, I’m fumbling in my hands over my pants and the reaction doesn’t keep myself waiting. What did you want: a young boy, a swarthy beautiful girl (Tatar, by the way), allows herself - and I, too, are things that I didn’t count on. However, in the corridor it is not very convenient to go for full contact, and at that time it was only a whisper in secret that you heard most of the fantasies about the blowjob. Slowly we move into the room and what we see: “My” Sveta and Viktora, just like we suffer with petting, did not have time to decompose. And as soon as they noticed us, everything ended at once, unlike us. Apparently, our excitement has reached the point after which it does not stop. Having ousted the second pair into the kitchen, we continued to squeeze furiously and slumped onto the sofa. I don’t even know who wanted more - to her or to me, but we split almost on a record! What are there forty-five seconds, in my five laid out. And here is another surprise: “You — Sveta tells me — do not hurry, otherwise I’m afraid for the first time!” Yes, it’s as if I’m not afraid, because there is no experience, either. What experience I had by this time is described in the first story. Somewhat discouraged, but fully armed, I caress Svetka's chest, which of course cannot be compared with that of the one that is no longer “my” Sveta. And she gets pleasure from my kisses of her excited nipples and with her hands gently corrects the disorderly movements of my crazed penis.

For the boy of that time, I got a lot of pleasure: the girl is new, she herself hands my device to her pussy, and she (pussy of course, not a girl))) is also shaved! It is generally a rarity at that time. Slowly, as far as possible, I try to squeeze into a narrow crack, and Sveta is trying to help me with all her strength ... We succeed with great difficulty. Sveta is moaning a little bit, but it doesn't seem like pain, just from effort. I also breathe, somehow whispering to her all sorts of nonsense like - be patient, now everything will pass ... And I myself understand that if it passes, then not now, and by no means all. But it turned out that it was at least that which was so carefully inserted ...