My breath quickened and trembled in time with my body. The pressure from the inside dismissed timidity and gave the hands absolute freedom. It was as if I broke out of a cage, and my hands were below Alenka under the dress. She breathes back to me - warm, intermittently, gently, like the light sound of a spring breeze. She wrapped her arms around me, as if she wove a net, and I know that I got entangled in it completely. I tear my lips from her neck and look down. Her bare legs — the girl’s most dangerous place — opened a little, filling me with desire, and Alenka with shame. Fingers have already felt her panties. I see out of the corner of my eye how the redness has splashed an amazingly beautiful face. Alenka's eyes are closed, she herself is open and accessible. For me.

“Well, don’t, Vladik ...” she whispers, but she doubts that this request, ashamed of the girl’s first sex, is hers. I can't turn myself off. We are alone, on the sofa in her apartment, and the world around has disappeared, leaving us a buzz from the chance to be together. No one interferes with our desires - my - to reach the end, and her - to accept me. Again, the sight of her naked chest and slender legs, which had opened from the dropped strap, squeezed some spring in me, which is about to pop up. Everything hardened downstairs - as usual, when Alenka is near, alone, and when she does not let me go any further. I kiss her breast, tongue around a brownish nipple - firm and sharp as a small rock. She allowed me to do this before, but her disobedient fingers pull her panties down. Panties red, in some magazine tests it is written that the woman is looking for intimacy in them. I want to take them off and see, finally, her bare womb. I never touched her there ...

“Vlad, well, I said no,” Alenka repeated aggressively. Her pens drew the net in which I floundered a second ago, and push me away. Everything as usual. She showed me to stop again. Border point - removed panties, and a new territory - Alenka’s bare crotch, I’ve not overcome again. About sex with her, I generally keep quiet. Although admit, it was precisely him who counted.

- But why? - no other words my "I" is not able to say. Dumb question asked by a girl who has her own principles. Dumb, because the answer is known. I am again broken, rejected, and a glance that slides over Alenka’s chest and legs that closes the dress confirms the verdict - nothing will happen again today. She straightens her dress, her flowing hair covering her blue eyes. The member in trousers was frustrated.

And yet I love her. Like anyone in the world. Long ago, since the fifth grade, I grew up and grew up with this love. I closed my eyes before bed and called her image to me. Like a fairy from a fairy tale, she helped me sleep and wake up to see her again at school. I was patient, and watched how the pigtails changed their long, luxurious hair, and her heels grew on her shoes and her legs grew, on which the boys from the yard were already staring. But what can I say, adult men slowed down their cars when she was walking down the street. Maybe even clinging about what she, knowing me, did not want to admit. Even in the technical school I enrolled in the same as she. At first he was her friend, courted, guarding her girlish freedom. The goal is achieved when you deserve this goal, so said my dad. And already half a year, as we are meeting with Alenka. She reciprocated, in any case, soulful. I was happy. But really wanted more. I have not had sex, although most of the boys from the yard and the technical school with someone had time to sleep, and someone did it regularly. I was constantly clinging to listening to their “exploits”, when in the evening a little boy hanged out in the yard. The girls liked me, and if there were no Alena in my life, some kind of sympathetic and compliant one would already be found. The other.

But I did not need another.

- But why?

- I'm not ready, Vladik ... Not yet ready.

She held my hand in her, looking into my eyes, read the insult in them and smiled, as if in mockery, over men's disappointment. I guess I really caused sympathy.

“You look like a cat who was given a sniff of a fish and didn’t feed him,” she said cheerfully. Here is a comparison rubanulo me completely.

- How much can you play with me? - I say, splashing badly hidden anger and impatience. - Alain, you said you love me.

“And now I can repeat it,” my fairy replies, hugging me again. The warmth of her body near warms, drives away the cold and melancholy. I am again in her power, but so beloved and long-awaited. And how much is she in mine?

“You’ll get it all,” she whispers in my ear again. Sounds like a quiet, pleasant song, encouraging, giving the will to wait. I feel like a little boy who is promised a “Kinder Surprise” in exchange for good behavior. I really behave well with Alenka. But small, in the role of a petitioner of a treat, to be already oh so tired. A man was raging in me - an adult, ready to take responsibility. Anyway, I wanted to seem that way.

- I promise. Feed you my kitty? - laughs Alenka.

“Yeah, like that,” I agree, and run my tongue into her mouth. She responds with a tender, passionate kiss, her phlegm pleasantly merges with mine. Alena's legs are moving apart again, and I lean on her with a sticking end. Let it be through the pants, but it will touch her ...

We hear the sound of an opening door. Alenkina mother came from work. In a mutual dash, push off from each other.

Irina Sergeevna Somova politely greets me. She treats me well, probably believing that a strong and well-trained boyfriend will be able to protect her daughter from punks and positively influence her academic results. She and Alenka live alone, her mother has long divorced her husband - the father of my girlfriend. Irina Sergeyevna preferred to lead her relations with men on the side, without bringing anyone into their small apartment, and Alenka admitted to me how much she appreciated such behavior of the mother. I was the only man to whom the entrance to their female dwelling was open.

- Vlad, will you have lunch with us? - mom clarified benevolently.

She looked young, really younger than her age, although Irina Sergeyevna was not even forty. I often caught myself thinking, watching her, that I saw a copy that had matured to Alenkin. If you put them together, one would assume that this is her older sister, but not the mother. A slender figure, honed by everyone there (Alenka told) with new-fashioned diets, a tightened chest, a beautiful face like Alenka without a single wrinkle with fine features, framed by long well-groomed hair. Only the eyes, as blue as those of my beloved, glittered with some kind of cold blue. Once again noted this difference - warm Alenkin glance against the cold Irina Sergeyevna. What was missing in her life, because of what those beautiful eyes froze, I thought once again? Also, assessing her external form, I mentally note that Irina Sergeyevna is being discussed by the boys from my company, trying to do it correctly - as a sign of my relationship with her daughter. Discussed, of course, as a woman.

Irina Sergeevna plans that after graduating from the technical school Alena will go to study in Moscow, at MGIMO, where, according to Alenka, she had some sort of strings. She constantly made plans for the future of her daughter, there were trips abroad, and the brilliant career of a diplomat, and anything. Listening to it, I poured myself in quiet indignation. I liked everything in Irina Sergeyevna, as in my beloved mother, except for these conversations about plans.

Because I was not in these plans!

She knew that I would stay here and work with my father. I was worried if Alenka would leave, we would rarely see each other, tried one day even to argue with Irina Sergeyevna, convincing her that in our town the prospects are not worse. Besides the mockery of her mother, my position did not cause a reaction. Alenka, on the other hand, reacted smoothly, telling me once, as though a sedative bay:

- Do not worry, I myself do not want to go to this Moscow. I still dissuade her.I will not do it anyway, and adding what I most wanted to hear. - We will be together.

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