She was transferred to our 11th grade somewhere in the middle of autumn. I immediately fell in love with her. Although it is necessary to recognize that many of the class fell in love with her. Short red hair, fucking, divinely beautiful face, and this is all against the background of a sports ass, which stood out noticeably against the background of a narrow waist. Her name was Eugene.

I met her not immediately, only half a year after I first saw her. And I wouldn’t have met at all ... The barrier was to blame for everything, which, according to incomprehensible ebanistic laws of nature, appears exactly when a person you really like.

I was afraid to even look at her. And when she passed, I looked away and held my breath because it became obscenely frequent. But still tried to be closer to her. Closer as I could, I tried to move from class to class, following her shadow. In the school cafeteria, I would definitely sit down so that I could see her, but that she would not see me. Even when she was not around, I imagined that she was beside me. And my masturbation classes turned into voluptuous daily torture, but so desired ... I imagined her lying next to me in the bathroom or sleeping next to or the girl who found me unconscious, brought the naked section to her home, put me to bed and looked after me.

In our “house of culture” there were different circles, performances were staged and mini-discos and concerts were organized. I'm not a big fan at all. I like to sit at home, watch TV or play computer (then I had “super nintendo”), but one day my friend Denis, who loved such events, invited me. Even not, he did not invite, but knowing my character, tearfully begged to go with him to the disco. His friend hang out and "hook up" the girls this evening, dumped somewhere in another place. Of course, I refused, because I did not feel any pleasure in this undertaking. Well, I do not like these hang out. After half an hour ulamyvaniya and one hundred first time uttered the phrase "so enough to break as the virgin, let's go, EPT" in my head something clicked, and began to spit on everything.

- Come on. - I said indifferently.
- Andryukha, you'll like it. - He answered enthusiastically. - And then you sit all day at home.
- We are for a long time? I asked hopefully.
- You yourself still do not want to leave. - He grinned.

And here we finally came to the "house of culture". Although nothing cultural in this house I have not seen. If it was called "cultural", then it was so necessary for someone.

Despite the fact that the action itself took place on the first floor, we began to rise on the third floor, so that he would see if there were any acquaintances there. They had a gathering place there, “their own corner” between the floors where they could smoke, drink, laugh, etc.
While we were climbing, I could see the staircase in the dim light: the shabby walls, which were about a meter and a half up, were painted with green oil paint, after which whitewashing began. The steps seemed very old. For many years, they were very worn and polished grooves formed in places where people most often walked. In the corners of the steps, here and there, there were cigarette butts. Only railings could still provide aesthetic pleasure to the eye. They were forged, carved and painted with black oil paint. The railings themselves were wooden, the rubbed profile of which fit comfortably into my hand.
When we rose, in the twilight there was already a company of about 10 people. There were only two girls standing there, and the rest of the square was occupied by guys.

There was almost no light, the lighting was only from the window. Outside, just at the window level, a lantern burned brightly. Now I will introduce you to "our". - Denis said.

We approached. Denis introduced me to the center and said in a solemn voice:
- Get to know this - Andrew.

Then he began to represent the other side accordingly. I do not remember the names.In general, I rarely remember the first name of anyone, especially if the company had many identical names.

- Well, if I communicate with someone, I will ask again. - I thought.

At the very end, Denis introduced me to the girls. The first name seems Sveta, and the second Zhenya. And only then did I realize what it was for Zhenya. My classmate, my girl from fantasy, my secret school love. I could not make out the faces, due to backlighting, but now I had no doubt - it was her. Now she is especially sexy: a very short denim mini-skirt, tight jacket, hair tucked into tails. I was wearing pink and white sports sneakers.

I was sweating and fell into a kind of stupor. The love barrier fell on me again, but damn it, it was a chance to get to know her better. It is now and here that same situation I dreamed of. I was very quickly brought out of a stupor by a man who was stretching a plastic cup with vodka to me.

- Drink it. - My newly-made companion drunk with good humor. It seems that it was Sasha, I do not remember. I did not hesitate to go nuts with him, drank it, washed down the whole thing with the tomato juice standing on the windowsill and looked at my newly made friend thankfully. What was my indignation when this drunken skate came up to Eugene, took her with one hand around the waist and began to kiss in a hickey! This action lasted about five seconds, after which she pushed him away and approached me.

- And I did not know that you go to such parties. - she smiled at me. - How many have not been here, you have never seen. It seems that there is no one from our class at all.

- And I, and so here for the first time. - I lowered my eyes mumbled. - No, of course I have been here before, but for quite another reason.

- Well, that's great! - She was delighted. - You will like it here. I come here not because of the disco, but precisely because it is fun.

- Yes, I know. Denis has already reported to me about the fun. Is this your boyfriend? - I nodded in the direction of a recent companion?

- No, that you. - She replied and lowered her eyes. “He’s just a friend, like everyone here.” So, let's drink to the meeting?

- With pleasure. - I nodded.

At that moment, the very drinking companion, Sasha, emerged from the depths, embraced Zhenya, and whispered something in his ear. I felt that what he said to her excited her greatly. Her legs lightly buckled, and she went to the window sill and began to rummage in her purse.

- Sorry, I will leave shortly? - She told me. - I'll be back and have a drink. OK?

- And where are you going? - I asked? - For a long time?

- No, I need to do something. I quickly.

- Do not look for them, fucking. - Sasha said. - We will not be in you.

He said it quite quietly, but I was able to make out the words, since I was pretty close to Eugene.

- Can not be. - I thought. - This is what it turns out that now Eugene will fuck? - You will not believe it, but I was so excited by this that I rang in my ears. By the way, I was still a virgin then and I was even excited by pictures of sex on the phone. And here you are not pictures. Here, the most beautiful, even the most beloved girl in the world, now want to fuck. Well, what else could the phrase “we are not in you” mean? Of course, maybe all this is a play on words and he meant something else, but intuition told me that Zhenya would be fucked now.

Zhenya went to another guy with razhi hair and whispered something to him. After that, she was taken by the hand of another guy in a windbreaker and they began to descend. Following them, Sasha also left. And the guy in the windbreaker and Sasha looked like he was 25 years old (I didn’t understand at the age of 17), but the guy with the red hair, who turned out to be Vova, seemed to be my age. The Trinity disappeared on the second floor and I began to think what to occupy myself. This problem was solved by the red-haired guy Vova, who came up to me and offered to poison my weak body a little more. I agreed that I still had. He poured into the glass quite a bit, but because of his perfect lack of preparation, I was usually carried away with a small amount of alcohol.

We talked with him. He said...