contact me. - About the past - not a word. Don't be mad, you helped me. And do not worry. These "chicks" you will have thousands.

I just nodded back.

Waha stayed, and I and the others went to the bridge. Cross the bridge after leaving the Island. They moved along the central avenue, and I decided to turn left on the path.

“I feel so close,” I explained. - Bye guys.

“Remember what you promised,” Aslan said at parting. He seemed to be thinking, let me go or take me home.

- Of course I remember. Everything is fine, Aslan.

And he went along the path to the park. They moved the other way. I saw from behind the tree that their figures had disappeared from sight, and in a flash literally rushed back to the Island.

... Catching up to the shooting gallery, I looked down. There was a light created by a single lamp. So, Waha is still there. Quietly, on the tiptoes snuck down. Inspected the stairs, corners. I found what I needed, carefully picked it up from the floor and put it in my belt, behind my back. Passed into the hall.

The picture that opened up to me was next. Waha was standing next to Marina. She was again tied with her hands behind her back to the pipe. What appeared to be the view has put me in a daze.

I have not seen her face. Marina had a tight plastic bag on her head! He was shaking from her breath. I'm not late. But my legs trembled. “Come on,” I ordered myself, “pull yourself together, no panic.”

Waha turned around. Not even surprised to see me.

“It's me,” I say. - Waha, I'm back.

- What for? He asked quietly. It was impossible to frighten him.

The thought that was sitting inside, but the only correct one, spoke out. The most important was to divert his attention.

- I want to try the same.

- Well, I told you that you are the same as me. - smiled contentedly Waha. He sharply tore off the bag with Marinkina's head. She gulped air. Like a stone fell from my shoulders. I returned on time.

He came very close, standing between them - Marina and Waha. I looked at the girl. Marina was unconscious and breathed smoothly, calming me with her breath. Alive ... Hope that everything will turn out, gave me strength. And Marinka was so beautiful.

- What to do, got it? - asked Vakhanenko. Lustfully bared his teeth, anticipating another picture of violent sex.

“Yes,” I replied coldly. - Got it. After these words, I quickly snatched away the hidden from behind. A metal pipe, whistling in the air, dug Vahe into the temple. All the pain experienced - mine and Marinki, I put in this blow. He did not expect such speed from me. Swaying, fell backwards.

I tied his hands behind his back with a belt while he lay unconscious. On this night, the activity of authority was over.

Marina, exhausted, was also unconscious. Grabbing the girl, he groped the rope behind her back and tried to untie it. Tightly tied, the rope did not obey my fingers, or the fingers did not obey me - I could not make out in a state of excitement that had caught me up. I felt a naked girl's chest, my face buried in Marinina's hair while I was fiddling with the knot. She was close again. Her amazing smell agitated my feelings, I froze, tore off my hands from the naughty rope, and leaned my face against her cheek. Fear, Waha and experienced stress suddenly disappeared, disappeared into the past, leaving me alone with HER. My lips touched her cheeks, then moved to her lips, creating a trace of my feelings. I felt more amazing relaxation, and below - a surge of desire. The member was filled with hardness and strength, as if Marina's proximity was stretching at length ... I was losing control of myself. But I didn’t want to fight it.

The body itself has found the actions it needs. The member was behind the line of the fly - bare and elastic. A hand stroked the feet of an insensitive girl, smoothly spreading them apart. I penetrated her tongue into her lips, gently pressing the figure of a girl to me. I could not restrain myself. He groped her small hole from below, stroked his fingers, slightly introducing them inside. The member rested in the soft flesh of Marina and slowly, as if fearing to wake her, went inside. The relaxed vagina of the girl did not create barriers. Tight warmth wrapped around his dick, I pressed deeper, went out and entered again ...Sweet sensations goose bumps ran down my back, everything burned at the bottom, and I started to jog slowly. (Porn stories) Only my own moans defused the silence of the basement when I performed the first sexual intercourse in my life. I could not give any assessment of the morality of my actions at that moment. I was crazy good. I looked at the closed eyes of Marina, while the hands held her ass, and was afraid that she would come to her senses - right now. But Marina seemed to decide to leave my passion with each other. Finally, the excitement reached its highest point, as if electric current passed through the body, and I, having suppressed a cry in myself, was discharged into its depth by a stream of sperm ...

... In the future, I tried not to remember this for the first time, driving away the picture of perfect sexual contact and orgasm. He then had no witnesses. It was necessary to condemn myself for an act, when, using the helpless state of a girl, I ... then there were phrases from comments to the criminal code, and so on. But this is the first time - part of my male self, which was impossible to throw away. And this part remained with me, no matter how immoral it was.

... I adjusted clothes on Marinka and, surprisingly, easily untied the rope knot. He freed her, lifted her in his arms and carried her upstairs from the basement. He put it on the grass and went back to the door. Waha stayed downstairs, and I was not going to give him the opportunity to leave from there myself. He closed the door and propped it with a heavy log. It was already light, and the dawn ended the events of this restless night.

The last look took the shooting gallery, where I finally became an adult.

I carried Marina, first through the park, then through the city, heading for her home. No one met me on the way at this early time. All further happened, as in a short movie. Ognev Pavel Sergeevich opened the door for me, literally running towards her, hearing the bell. He looked miserable, trembling for the fate of his daughter, who had not come to sleep for the first time.

- Where did you find her? He asked in a shaky voice, wresting his daughter from me. By the look of the girl, the school principal understood everything that had happened. Marina was still unconscious, and her mother, laying on the sofa, crying, brought her to her senses.

“In the old dash,” I replied gloomily. And left. Going to his porch, he noticed the phrase, unfinished boy. "Baby + Marinka = ...". He picked up a rusty nail from the ground and dashed off the last, missing word. The most important thing for me:

... Love. " All thoughts need to be completed. I went up to my apartment.

I will not describe my explanations with my parents about the night absence and about the arguments not to go to school the next day. I can only say that I lied about everything. In the evening I learned from my acquaintances that Marinka had returned home from the hospital. Aslan phoned and something wove about the fact that "we are friends and everyone is silent," and the like - I just sent it. I was not going to be silent. And a day later, in the morning, when I did get dressed in the school, two policemen came after me and asked me to “take a ride, talk”. Mom would not let me alone, stating that I was a minor and I do not have the right to interrogate me without parents, but I firmly answered her:

- Mom, I'll figure it out myself.

I was ready for the fact that I would have to answer for complicity in rape.

In the city department I told the investigator everything as it was. I omitted only the last thing I did with Marina. The police captain wrote everything down. He clarified whether I was sure that there was a plastic bag on the victim's head.

“Yes,” I said with conviction. And added. - Put me in jail.

- For what? - grinning, asked the captain.

“For failing to protect HER,” I replied seriously.

The investigator nodded at the sheet with my testimony.

- Judging by what you said, man, you still SMOG her to protect.

He scribbled a pass, and announced that I could go.

- Where is Waha now? - I asked at last about exciting me.

“Where it will be for a long time,” replied the investigator.“We then took Vakhanenko in the dash in the morning, where you safely locked him.” In general, you - well done. It could have ended much worse.

... The sun was shining outside and the spring smelled. A great day met my first exit outside the walls of the police department. Soon exams, and I have to show everything that Marinka taught me. And I could not let her down a bad mark. I became stronger.

- Sasha! ... - I turned around. She stood aside, in a summer dress, insanely bright and the most beautiful in the world. Slightly changed after that night, became adult, but this is understandable. Young girls grow up quickly, especially when in love with them.

- Marina ... - I said. She came close. - Did you wait for me?

Her blue eyes looked, glowing with genuine joy. She extended her hand, touching my palm. I squeezed it with my fingers, so close and loved.

“I'm glad you let go!” - she said...

******

“I'm glad you let go!” - she said. Marina met me at the door of our house when I returned from work. Today is the beginning of my vacation, and the thought that I would not wear a police uniform for three weeks, and I would spend my holidays with my family under the summer Crimean sun, warmed me. But the warmth of all was the embrace of his beloved wife.

We have lived with Marina for nine years, and have never remembered the events of that night, nor Vakhanenko, whose fate was lost behind a high line of correctional facilities.

“Let go to you,” I replied, gently kissing her on the lips. He answered with his mouth, and it was, as always, like our first kiss in life ...