Awareness of the inevitability.

Part 1: Reflections.

Yes that she stuck like a bath leaf. It does not give a passage at all. Yes, and her tongue is sharp, although on the other hand, it seems to be a normal woman. So I thought, going home from the institute. The mood was lousy. The thoughts spun around Christina again. These are her hints, talk about girlfriends. Yesterday, in general, as the tits fell and rubbed, so I almost finished in panties.

Someone decides that I think so about a girlfriend! And no. Better to start over.

We live with my mother together, in two-room. She works as a line engineer, I am a 2nd year student at the institute. And a week ago a friend came to visit my mother. Almost childhood, although it is unlikely, she Nurse 5 years younger. It turned out almost two weeks. Well, I pushed. I moved to my mother's room, and Aunt Christina was placed in mine. Three days later, she found my hiding place. Well, there are a couple of Playboy magazines and porn cards. And it began! She seems to be carrying out an educational program for me on sex education. On the harmfulness of onanism tells. And where to go, if the girls in the group are bastards, like in the movies or for a walk, so please, and under the skirt, so neither. There is still a mother, as she did not refuse, on a business trip sent. Will come back, well, if in a week. And they left me on Aunt Christina. As if I would not have disappeared without. And so you could roam, and there would be no problems with onanism!

First of all, Aunt Christina said to call her simply Christina or Christa. Began to establish their own orders, but so gradually. It is necessary to take a shower in the evening every day. Itself every evening and wash, for half an hour probably. The door to the bathroom does not close on the hook. We have a bathroom wall mirror on the floor, almost from floor to ceiling. So at the half-open door, everything is clear what is being done in it, and you should not drop in! I was here yesterday, “by chance” at spying how she washes. So I had to urgently go to the toilet to “get easier.” (Especially for eroticspace.info — sexitails.org) In the evening, eat, only together, and even during the parade. Pants, socks, shirt. While the rest of the time go at least "naked"! She walks! The first time I saw, so a little speechless not lost. Dressing gown, close-fitting. Decollete, almost to the waist. Himself short, if you bend, then melt out sticking out! Although it must be said that in spite of its age, it looks like it! Height is about 170 cm, Big breasts, mother has the third bra number, so they are much smaller. Pronounced waist and good ass. You can say 90-60-90, although probably more. But the proportion is met. Constantly, when I'm at home, spinning around me.

And then it hit me! Why, she "glues" me! But how to check? What just to approach her, hug, crawl under the robe, kiss and bed. But if this is not the case, then I will get a pipets, especially when the mother returns. This is how it is, almost according to Lermontov: “And it’s boring and sad ... And there’s nobody to fill your face with!” In general, sad.

Part 2: Wishes.

When Krista called me for dinner in the evening, I reluctantly changed my clothes. Too lazy to take off a tracksuit and get into the pants. Although not a tie to wear! Going into the kitchen, I was dumbfounded. On Christine was dressed awesome dress. Something that is not weighty, and almost transparent. Gentle cornflower blue. It was just above the knees. Hands are bare, legs are tightened in stockings, flesh-colored, with patterns. Why I decided that it was stockings, but not tights, I do not know. Probably so wanted. High-heeled shoes and this was complemented by skillfully applied makeup. Not painted and carried tons of powder and cream, but slightly shading and emphasizing the natural beauty of a WOMAN, and with a capital letter! She, how to say it, was all "shone" from the inside.She looked about 30 years old, but still she was a WOMAN! She looked cool! Under the dress, as if in a haze, without clear outlines, looked at the thong and not a big bra. He lifted her breasts and handed them forward. And they looked very appetizing from the neckline of the dress. Satisfied with the effect, Krista invited me to the table. The table did not look the same. Well, let's say table silver we do not have, but nickel silver and crystal were conspicuous. In the middle of the table stood a bottle of champagne. And then I remembered her birthday. Talking about it was a few days ago, but somehow in the routine of days and worries, it flew out of memory. Of course, I did not have a gift. I had to apologize and congratulate orally. The whole table was lined with small plates with a variety of snacks.

First I opened the champagne. As it should be with cotton and cork in the ceiling. Poured wine glasses and proclaimed a toast: "For the birthday girl," which finally became "adult, and she turned 18 years old." He was favorably heard, taken for granted and washed down with a glass of champagne, followed by the birthday girl's kiss on her cheeks and sponges. Then I began to lean on the treat, not forgetting to make toasts and pour champagne. I don’t know from champagne or anything else, but I was “carried”. Now I was attentive, and I hope a charming gentleman. Every now and then Christine laughed at my jokes, in conversations I was, well, “Soul of Society”. (If there were girls from the group at the table now, I think that I would have made an indelible impression on them, and maybe I ended the evening with one of them in bed!) Then we went to the balcony to smoke. And in the conversation, I offered to arrange a dance. Christina gladly accepted the offer, adding that she loves to dance very much, although she really doesn’t know how, and she is very pleased to spend her birthday with such a “GUY”! While she went to the kitchen and to “where the kings went on foot,” I picked up a few songs on a tape recorder. And when she returned, he gallantly invited her to dance. And he did it like in a movie about the White Guards, clicking his heels and nodding his head. She took my hand with a smile. She danced a lot better than me. At least I did not fail the waltz. Once upon a time, in childhood, mother took me to a dance club. True, there I managed to learn only one dance - a waltz. Now it is useful. Looks like I impressed her. And you know how to dance a waltz, only she said, but in what tone it was said, there was no doubt that she liked it.

I had to admit that this is how my education in classical dance ends. She laughed and offered another drink. Since the champagne was over, I brought a bottle of brandy, which I set aside for stock. He took a glass from a sideboard, cut a lemon, brought it and opened a bar of chocolate. We sat in the hall (mother's room). There was a sofa and a coffee table, which I set in front of the sofa. He placed a snack, glasses and brandy. We clinked glasses and drank, and I again said some kind of digestible toast. After dancing and drinking brandy, the room was hot. The muffled light of a floor lamp and quiet slow music created a cosiness. It smelled sweetly of a woman. And I, frankly. lost my head. I took her not a big hand in my palms, raised it to my face, as if considering, and suddenly ... Without even knowing why I began to cover it with kisses. First palm. Then the whole brush. She smelled like something special, homely, but a woman! She froze all over, and then she took my head and pulled me to kiss her lips. How many we kissed, I do not know. Time stopped. Her lips were soft and supple. Our languages ​​did something that was not imaginable ...

And suddenly I was clearly, it was understood that this woman would be mine, she would like it, and the same to me. But you can not rush. This evening, and then the night, they are ours! They will not end without our consent.If necessary, they will last forever! But she, Christine, should be given time to feel, there is no realizing that she is desired, they want her, and not just want, but sincerely desire, like a WOMAN! She should realize this, enjoy the attention of her partner, his caresses ... And in return, give all of herself, without thinking, without regret. To realize all my dreams and fantasies and do the same for me ....