In one of my stories, I touched the theme of my school years, now I want to continue this direction and tell another interesting story.

The last quarter is the shortest by the number of training hours, but the longest in sensation. the street has long been hot, green grass, the sun and I want not to sit at the school desk, but to walk, have fun and relax. In general, live! And when this long-awaited moment comes, when the class teacher issues diaries with annual grades and says magic words: “Till September 1!”, A crazy and deafening wave of happiness falls on you like a tsunami.

Already a week before magic Friday, conspiracies, negotiations, movements, procurement and other actions aimed at preparing and implementing the plan “We are graduates of the next year!” Began.

At first, the dacha of one of the classmates was chosen, but then it turned out that his parents did not mind spending the weekend there, so I had to transfer everything to nature first (we live on the shores of the awesome lake and the evenings are warm) and then free from parents. Naturally, in connection with the change of the venue of the event, the original menu also changed, giving up salads and chicken, shashlik and sausages. But the main content, so to speak "wine list", remained unchanged.

Quickly after dressing up after the end of the school year of the classroom, we gathered to the whole class in a persuaded place and went for the hidden "magic liquid". I must say that in those days, a teenager could not safely move around the city, especially in the company, with alcoholic beverages in his hands. The cops then worked very quickly in this direction. So this time, we did not have time to go around the corner, as they were stopped by PPSM outfit. A cheerful foreman and a very formidable ensign required us to clarify the fact of our rally, and present our packages for inspection. Haha !. They found nothing except bottles of lemonade, meat, loaves of bread and vegetables in packages. No results and superficial inspection of our bodies. Without hiding their surprise and disappointment, the police officers plunged into the UAZ and left.

Having waited until the rumbling tin can disappears around the bend, we began to laugh loudly and praise each other for ingenuity. But the most important heroes of this incident were Igor and our girls. He was the one who had the idea to insure and hide the containers with the “magic liquid” under the long skirts of our classmates. The fact is that the last time he and two other guys got along with the police with bottles of port and was detained. Then the parents, the teachers' council and other nasty things. Not to mention that we were all left without supplements. Although the latter was for the better. Therefore, this time, Igor insisted on such security measures. The girls refused at first, but we all so cheerfully presented it and organized it, that everything began to look like a spy game and they agreed.

It was very interesting and very erotic to attach containers with vodka and wine between the legs of their classmates, when at the same time they lifted the hem of their skirts, terribly embarrassed and blushing. Squeaking and cursing when we “accidentally” touched the delicate skin of their adorable legs, supported by cheers, the girls humbly awaited the end of the procedure. When everything was ready and we left the apartment and headed down the road, everyone diligently joked and teased the girls, whose gait changed. Naturally jokes were very sexy. Everyone tried to say something witty and vulgar as possible. Laughter and fun instantly ended when we noticed a police squad. Everyone quickly became serious, especially our “smugglers”.It seemed that they would faint from fear. Their faces became so white and insensitive. When the police search ended, and the law enforcement officers got out with nothing, then there was twice as much laughter and laughter. “I almost pissed!”, Valya screamed, laughing, and her girlfriends echoed her. “I thought, now as they would say:“ What is it that you have there under your skirt? ”, And there I have it, and I’m kapets right away!” - the revelations of the girls began. "How terrible it was, horror!", - with tears in her eyes Natasha shared her impressions.

So, in discussions of what happened, we got to place X. Always a stressful situation brings people together. Even such a trifle as a police patrol has already made us all more dear to each other. We haven't even drunk the “magic liquid” yet, and already felt drunk and gay to the point of impossibility.

Then there were kebabs, then fried (or rather, burnt) sausages, port wine and vodka were drunk. Then there was just vodka. Everyone was very fun and good. When it got dark, and our faces and figures began to disappear in the night darkness, and it became somehow chilly, and IT was still in the reserve, then we planned to go to the apartment to Nikita. Laughing loudly, cheerfully discussing the events of our school and non-school life, we got to a warm and bright room. Here are just lost while a large half of the team. Someone went home, as the parents “would tear up if I did not come home,” someone was already against the continuation of the banquet, because he was tired and wanted to sleep, someone left in the form of a couple. As a result, we remained six: I, Stepan, Nikita, Natashka, Dashka and Olya. That, in principle, didn’t upset us a bit, as there wasn’t too much vodka, and we were mostly having fun with six of them.

Having risen into the apartment, we quickly, trying not to make much noise, set the table, laid out the remains of our dishes from nature, took something out of the refrigerator and continued to pour into ourselves strong drinks. Not that we really wanted to drink so much, but a walk in the fresh air, practically weathered alcohol from us, but we wanted to plunge into a state of unrestrained merriment again.

Thanks to alcohol, companionship between Nikita and Olya quickly turned into a sudden love, which they did not shame us showed in the form of kisses and hugs. Olya was always not very complexed girl and from the seventh grade there were rumors about her adventures, and therefore the male team of our class always considered her a girl of easy virtue, but now apparently for Nikita it didn’t matter. Judging by the protruding tubercle on his pants, he was interested more in the girl’s body than in her moral qualities. Olya, apparently, was not against such a development of events, so Nikita unconditionally allowed almost everything. The boy, not hesitating to paw her ass and, thinking that we do not see, or spit on what we see, crawled under the girl's skirt. Olya smiled blissfully and continued to kiss her boyfriend enthusiastically.

Stepan, who wanted no less than any young man's tenderness and caress, watching Nikita and Olya, decided to persevere with Natasha. Under some pretext, whispering something in her ear, he led the girl into the kitchen, where he disappeared with her. As a result, I was left almost alone with Dasha. Dasha, was Natasha's girlfriend, they spent all the time mostly together, so having lost a friendly shoulder, the girl began to feel a little sad. I sat closer to her, but without shamelessly reducing the distance, so as not to frighten her. “Why are you sad, Dashul? Did you miss school? ”I began to look for a topic of conversation. “Noooooo! I will never be sad and miss her! So glad that the holidays have begun! ”, The girl replied to me. Dasha always liked me. She was pretty enough, and very much a skater. She did not have a big breast, rather, only the designation of her presence, but I never attached great importance to this part of the female body. I liked how she smiles, how she speaks and how she moves.I liked her voice and laughter. I probably would have tried to “stir up” with her, but Natasha’s constant presence next to her both in school and on the street did not give me that opportunity. Now I finally got the chance to try my luck ....