The next day, I managed to overhear the conversation of two brothers. I saw them yesterday at Uncle Misha. At first they talked about some affairs, but then, to my delight, they began to talk about what was happening on the second floor.

- Yes. Normally yesterday fucked up.

- Yeah. I would have blown it today.

- And what is the pressure on the sides?

- That I know his dick. They say that she is for her husband. Fuck the type of cards a woman.

- From the dickhead. Now his little wife is a nurse and slut, everyone will feel like a fuck.

- At the weekend we go to the cottage to the boar. Maybe through patsanchikov probyёm ​​address knots, take them with you. Let's go.

- And fuck. Try it out. Let's go.

Having come to this conclusion, they switched the conversation to another topic, and they did not remember about this woman anymore. Later, remembering the conversation, it became quite obvious to me that she was not a prostitute. On the one hand, it pleased me, but on the other hand, the ordinary whore was easier to find. Later, I learned that the "playbird" can not refuse a normal kid if he wants to fuck her. That is, having met her on the street, one could get somewhere around the corner, and there to tear off the full program. And I decided that sooner or later I would do it. That just turns up the moment.

But, unfortunately, the moment did not turn up, and it turned out that it was not so easy to punch the address. Besides fucking exams. Father strained so that it was not always possible to just get out into the street for a walk. So, little by little, I began to forget about her.

Three weeks later, I successfully passed the exams, and the long-awaited vacation came. And a week later, my father and I were going to go to my grandmother, to the village. A trip to the store was timed for this event. We went to a clothing store. It was necessary to buy some things. I dragged my father sadly between rows of goods. And suddenly, he saw right, in front of himself, that very woman. She stood at the counter, and there was looking at something. My father and I went straight to her! How I wanted to stay here under some pretext and follow her. Passing by, and staring at her ass, I went through all sorts of options in my head, but nothing sensible was found in it. We had already gone to another room, and we were there for five minutes, as a brilliant idea occurred to me.

- Bat, I have to go to the toilet.

- Be patient.

“But my stomach hurts, I can't stand it anymore.”

- Okay. Run. See you at home.

And I ran. First to the counter where she stood. But she was not there already. Without losing hope, I ran through the rest of the departments, but it was nowhere to be found. Cursing my head that did not generate the idea in time, I ran out into the street, hoping to see it, and fall to the tail. I looked in vain among the flashed people, ran from side to side, and across the road, even ran into the bread shop. Alas, it was not possible to detect it.

However, if I could meet her in the city once, it means meeting again. This inspired optimism. The next day, Batey and I left to see my grandmother. And I, in the village, proturbed a month and a half, like a fool. True, it was a couple of pleasant adventures. I begged my father for money, which was enough for several times to remove the local whore. She was terrible, of course. But almost for nothing. Just think - mossy pubis and not a pleasant smell of sweat. I was looking forward to returning home, and meeting with a stranger. Therefore, this issue is rational. Needed was practice. And in the village I got it in full.

A month and a half later, we returned home. There was not much time left to school, and basically I spent it with friends. In particular, with his chum Kolya.We sat together in the back row, and lived not far from each other. Kolyan was a good friend. Though nature cheated him with his mind, but rewarded with strength and courage. But I appreciated his friendship, primarily because he was a devoted friend. I never threw me, and you could count on him in difficult situations. Yes, and we began to be friends after the Gopnik attacked me. There were three of them. I was alone, of course. And suddenly, Kolya walks down the street. He did not run away in a panic and did not pass by, but stood by my side. And do not care that we both, that day, got roughly in the face. The main thing is that on that day we became real friends.

So quietly, the summer is over. Autumn has come and school time. The first week of the school year, as always, was sad and sad. I sat in a geography lesson. The teacher crucified at the blackboard, talking about something, and I, out of boredom, painted a textbook on geography. And something I was just dreaming and did not notice how the geography approached me. I thought she would eat me right at the desk. But I was wrong. The teacher calmly sent me to the library so that I could change the book and pay the fine. It was pointless to object. I got up and went to the exit. “From the bitch. “I thought, closing the doors behind me. And the teacher really was wow. Young, about thirty years old. Among the school teachers was the most attractive. Once Kolya swore to me that after he finished school, she would definitely fuck her. In principle, I was also visited by such thoughts. But now I was going to the library, where, in theory, I was not waiting for the most pleasant conversation with the librarian. We worked in the library of the old mymra - Antonina Pavlovna. The wicked aunt is the one who loved the books very much, but even more hated those who spoiled these books. That is us, the students. I repeatedly had to cross swords with her in verbal fights. And every time I suffered a fiasco. And now my mood was not optimistic.

He went to the door, pulled the handle towards himself, and went into the library. On the way, I looked at the stupid poster that hung right along the corridor. Turned left. There was a room right there, covered with a curtain, there were books there. To the right was the main hall. Actually, there was a librarian sitting at the table. To my surprise, it was not Antonira Pavlovna. I immediately greeted me from the doorway:

- Good day.

- Good day. - the librarian answered, without taking off her hand, she wrote something in a journal. - I listen to what you need?

She lifted her head and looked at me. When I saw her face, I immediately recognized. I was literally speechless, and did not know what to say. My mouth was dry and my heart beat twice as fast.

“Well, tell me,” said the new librarian, so gently that I calmed down a little by the will.

- I need this ... well, here, a textbook on geography. The teacher told me to pass it to you and ...

- And paid the fine. Put it on the table, here - again, she said tenderly, holding out her hand, indicating the place.

I stared like a sheep at her beautiful, well-groomed fingers. He came close to the table, looking into the cut blouse, put the book where she pointed. When I returned to the starting position, she had already continued to write something in the journal. Having added, she looked at me again and asked what class I was studying at. What is my last name, and who is my class teacher. Filling in all the fields, she handed the coupon to me. I tenderly accepted it, and put it in my back pocket.

- Everything. You can go to class. She said, still smiling sweetly.

But I did not want to leave. The excitement remained, but it seems that it began to grow into excitement. For some reason, I remembered how she was some kind of brother, fucked hard on the second floor by Uncle Misha. And then, as she kneeling in front of Crut, she was sucking dick. Desire grew. I remembered the smell of her panties. Heart beat again, but not the same as the first time. I felt the dick in jeans start to get up. I knew what I wanted, but did not know where to start. The course of my thoughts interrupted her voice.

- Something else?

Her question brought me back to reality. I quickly realized that I supposedly needed a book.

- I wanted to take a book, read it.

- Well, then choose.

Going to the shelves, I began to pretend that I was looking for a book. In fact, I was staring at the librarian. I walked around her side, and she was in front of me, a little to the left. I considered her gorgeous figure. The librarian did not lean on the chair, thanks to which her butt slightly bulged, and the lock on her beige skirt added piquancy. I thought what to say to her, not even what to say, but how to do it. In the end, I decided to take the book and think about everything at home. She wrote me down and went to class.