... At home, I habitually locked myself in the bathroom and recalled how for the first time I had given a man to touch her body; and imagined our first wedding night with Azeri: how he unfastened a red belt (our people wear virgin brides), unties the corset on my dress, kisses my neck, lips, removes my bra, tickles my nipples with my tongue; and I see myself in the mirror - only in panties and stockings, and I get excited from it; as Azer says he loves me alone, comes down below, takes off her panties, touches the tongue of the entrance to my womb; like me, showing him: "do not hurry!" , clinging to him, and spreading the legs; and, of course, that moment: I claw my hands at his back; and he holds my ass, and I feel that I belong only to him ...

But first things first.

When I woke up in the morning after my birthday, which brought so much exciting news, I felt very sleepy, but the bliss flowed through my body. Drawing attention to the fact that the nipples are puffed up as much as at night, I ran my hand over them - and my stomach immediately became warmer. Eyes rolled. I squeezed the nipple with all my strength - and the body responded with an almost as strong desire as yesterday. Another palm quickly reached my cave of pleasure, and I was surprised to understand that it was already all wet. The finger easily went inside; I groaned a bit. The second - and I'm already somewhere not here ...

- Gunay, get up, you'll be late for school! “Despite the lust that took hold of me, the remnants of my mind suggested that my mother was right.

On shaky legs, I reached the bathroom and locked myself there. The smell of fingers excited, but it was necessary to wash. I opened the cold water to invigorate, rinsed my hands. Then she got into the bathroom: I didn’t have a dry place all night, I had to wash. But the touch of the cold finger to the hot flaps of my bosom made me flinch, barely holding back the still unaccustomed groan of pleasure - and I, crouching, continued my “morning exercises”. However, I didn’t have to continue for a long time: I, almost without constraining groans (the sound of water covered them), huddled in an orgasm from the third touch of the clitoris ...

So, on the day of my majority my father told me who he chose as my husband. I was outraged by such a dismissive attitude to my opinion, and the decision of my father caused a strong, unfamiliar to me, feeling of hopelessness and the inability to influence the situation. But — and this was the main discovery — that feeling excited me much more than my first love: I slept for 3-4 hours all week, and the rest of the time, being in sexual tension, I imagined how my husband would use me — and caressed I was feeling myself, as I then thought, of indescribable bliss: an orgasm after an orgasm, then so unusual, covered me, making me tremble in ecstasy and cry from bliss.

Mind, however, at that moment had not yet come to terms with the body, and I posted messages on the Internet: "I get married forcibly, help me!" (Porn stories) Most people did not believe that this was possible in Russia. Those who believed offered to escape. Yeah, run away here with your father's connections to the police and special services!

One person advised to talk with his father. I read this advice on the tram when I was traveling with my classmate Sveta to the mall to watch a movie, and suddenly remembered how about five years ago my father said: “A girl cannot choose her own destiny. When Gunay is eighteen, she will marry. By that time I will know for whom, and let her know ... A woman can not subjugate a man.On the contrary: she must obey him in everything ... "

For several days in a row I was in sexual tension: my nipples were constantly bristling, my pussy was flowing all the time. And then ... I, trying to sit straighter, just moved my ass closer to the back of the tram chair. The panty fabric only rubbed slightly, as always lately, tight lower lips; I, as if burnt by an electric discharge, exhaled: “A-ah!”. A friend looked at me:

- Gunay, are you all right?
“Yes, everything is in order,” I replied, taking myself in hand and closing the page with my question on the Internet. The fact is that many at school envied my future marriage, and I hid that nobody asked me at all.

However, it was necessary to do something: I was very excited and was afraid that the lubricant, leaking through the panties, would create a stain on the jeans in the crotch. Everyone will think that I described. Having ordered to eat at the cafe, Sveta remained sitting at the table so that it would not be occupied, and I ran to the toilet to "wash my hands." Having run into the booth and locked up, I quickly threw off my jeans and panties (the last ones pulled so that they broke), and, choking on her bra, which had bruised chest, I began to pull at the clitoris again. The atmosphere excited: a stinky outhouse, people walk around, and I, with a bare booty sitting on the toilet, tugging at my knoll of passion, squeezing it with my fingers more and more. And again, I barely kept a cry ...

Going to go out, at the last moment I guessed to wipe off the grease from my hips with toilet paper.

Going out, I discovered that I accidentally ran into the male. Well, that at the time of entry and exit, it was empty.

After eating with a friend, I offered to look at a lingerie store: my panties, as I said, were torn, and I needed to buy new ones. Seeing a torn rag on me, Sveta was amazed:

- Gunay, why are you walking in rags?
- I was in a hurry to walk, I could not find anything.

Sveta looked incredulous.

During the fitting, explaining why the bodice does not want to sit on my chest, as it should, she touched my nipple - and something was plugged inside me ...

- Gunay, wake up!

I stood the same way, the nipples excitedly rose above the level of the skin. By the sight of Sveta, I realized that the reasons for the torn panties and much more became clear to her, and much more ... She helped me to choose a set (simple, but stunning looking on my young body).

Having bought underwear, we left the store. We watched the movie - it was boring. Let's go home.

- Gunay, is he so cool?
- Who?
- Your fiance. You're in love with him and you always want him!

I could not admit that I had not seen him at all; and indeed, there was another guy in the class, Azer — I was in love with him. And, as it seemed to me, he liked me too - which did not prevent him from having fun with others, including once with Sveta. I was jealous, but could not influence.

Stop! Here it is - out of the situation!

“I don't know yet, Light, but you gave me an idea!” - I said, and kissed her friend on the lips, ran home.

Marry your beloved is not so difficult! As I did not think before! I call Azer:

- Azer, there is a deal. We must meet.
- when? Direct now?
- Yes!
- Are not you afraid that they will see us? I'm fine, but you get at home ...
- Then see you where there is no one!
- Okay, come on! Then in the forest park. I'll be waiting for you on the path at the lamppost with the switchboard. Do not greet. After I look into your eyes, follow me from a distance, as if walking by itself. I will lead you to a very secluded place.

Azer led me into the thickets.

- In general, Azer. I get married.
- K-how? - Already he faltered.
- Father decided. I myself can not contradict him.
- Yes, many of ours still follow traditions. But how can I help?
- Do you like me?
- Well ...
- Yes or no?
- Yes, Gyu, of course! You're cool!
- Well, the only chance is that you offer a hand and a heart!
- Hmm ... And the matchmakers have already come to you?
“They will come in four days.”
- Do you love me? The guy asked hotly.

I was brought up quite strictly in relation to men, and it was not easy to say “Yes”. But I did it.At the same time, Azer dug into my lips with a tongue. I do not know what happened to me, but I turned off and hugged his neck ...

Azer turned my back to me; his hand reached under my shirt and then under her bra, and turned out to be the same third size as my chest; with strong fingers, squeezing the nipple so that I was a little painful, with my other hand, unbuttoning my jeans, I dived into my panties and tugged at the tubercle of bliss. I, looking up from bliss, again watched only to be silent ...

But the sound of someone's steps interrupted us. We ran out of the undergrowth; I straightened my bra and fastened my jeans.

“Okay, I'll talk to my father,” said Azer in a voice that was filled with passionate desire.

It was not easier for me; at home I habitually locked myself in the bathroom and remembered how I had for the first time allowed a man to touch her body; and imagined our first wedding night with Azeri: how he unties a corset on my dress, kisses my neck, lips, removes my bra, tickles my nipple with my tongue; and I see myself in the mirror - only in panties and stockings, and I get excited from it; as Azer says he loves me alone, comes down below, takes off her panties, touches the tongue of the entrance to my womb; like me, showing him: "do not hurry!" after a few minutes of these games, again lying down, hugging him, hugging him, and spreading his legs; and, of course, that moment: I claw my hands at his back; and he holds my ass, and I feel that I belong only to him ...

I did not count how many times I finished, but my mother did not forget to count the time:

- Gunay, during this time you can wash the elephant! Get out of the bathroom!

I relaxed a little, because I went out and went to bed.

Azer kept his promise; two days later, my father said that his parents had come and asked for hands, claiming that I love him. He spoke at the same time a little annoyed.

- It's true? - Asked the father, strictly looking at me.
- Yes.
- And you want to marry him?
- Want.

Father, in thought:
- I'll think about it.
- Thank you dad! - I exclaimed, kissing him on the cheek, - you are the best!

The next day, the father gathered his sons to consult. And my brothers, aged 10, 13, and 16, decided the fate of their 18-year-old elder sister. Mom, Nilay and I stood outside the door, trying to eavesdrop. The heart was like a drum.

- Dad, well, you already promised! What will your reputation be after that? - said Timuchin.
“You will receive a little less money from Azerbaijan than from the Musaevs.” But Gunay would be pleased if you consider her opinion - it was the youngest, Mehman.
“What does she understand about family?” Get used to it! - The average, Aziz, generally treated girls like prostitutes.
- Gunay, hold on! - whispered nilay. We hugged. My hands were shaking.

There was a lot that was said, but not everything was audible. Trying to calm down, I leaned my back against a rather cold wall. Finally, the meeting ended. I was called. I stood in the middle; Timuchin sat on the left, Aziz and Mehman on the right, and my father, in the chair in front of me, gazed at me. I lowered my eyes: it was easier.

- Gunay! We consulted and decided that you would marry Latif.

There was a pause of ten seconds before I could say:

- But ... Dad!
- No “but”! Do you understand everything?
“Yes,” I replied, unable to resist anymore: tears came to my eyes.

- In two hours we will go shopping: pick up a dress for matchmaking. Go and get ready.

The men left the room. Nilay entered; we hugged and I wept ...