“How soft you are,” Igor whispered, settling between the divorced legs.

Oksana wrapped her arms around her legs, threw her arms around her neck and froze.

“Sweetie, relax your legs a little,” Igor spread her knees wider. - So, do not pinch. It may be a little painful, but I will try to be very careful.

“Good,” squealed Oksana, whose head was spinning with fear. It seemed that she was doing something bad, even shameful, but could not stop.

Igor gently caressed her hand, turning over the delicate petals, then, making sure that the girl was wet enough, with two fingers sent the head of the penis in the right direction.

The flesh met the flesh, the male nature increased the pressure. Oksana felt a slight pain, fear, shame and ...

“What a fine fellow you are,” Igor caressed her hands, kissed her, whispered some nonsense and did everything to calm her down.

Oksana began to get used to the new sensations, to the feeling of fullness, to the hot male body. Igor moved slowly, letting the girl relax.

It was not at all like in porn movies that Anton loved to rock, thinking that she did not know. There were no slaps, there was no mad swotting. It was warm and gentle. Oksana hugged the guy tightly, feeling that a strong wave of pleasure rolled on her. The body bent, and the nails dug into the guy's broad back.

Igor did not torture her, he moved a little more and lay down beside him, removing the condom.

- Fine? - the guy stroked the girl on the thigh.

- Yeah, - Oksana was so calm that she fell asleep. Affected excitement, wine and general fatigue. The girl fell fast asleep on the parent's bed, which was supposed to protect against encroachment.

- We were chasing, and she herself is sleeping here! - brother's stinging voice woke Oksana when the sun had already risen.

The girl frightenedly pulled the blanket to her chin and looked around. Igor was not anywhere, her clothes were neatly folded.

- Listen, Ksan, - Anton embarrassed hesitated. - Sorry about yesterday ... Katka and I are in your room ... Well, well, you understand. I owe you! Just do not tell the Rods.

Apparently, Anton has no idea what happened between her and the bully yesterday.

- Ok, - answered Oksana. - So be it ... Listen, where is Igor?

- Igor? - Anton was surprised. - Did he not leave yesterday with everyone?

“Yes, exactly,” the girl smiled languidly. - Probably, the wine went over ... So I forgot.

“It happens,” Anton nodded with a look of an expert. - Katka has already left, let's get up, take a shower and we will put things in order in the apartment ... And prepare something to eat!

“I’m completely insolent,” muttered Oksana, her eyes caught on the black man’s sock, which had fallen down over the bed.

***

The next few days, Oksana was kept a little fever, referring to the illness the girl had lain in bed all this time.

She desperately worried that Igor trumpeted what had happened. It seemed to her that idiotic jokes from her brother were about to begin, then the stern looks of the mother and the scandal with the father. And already in school ...

But nothing happened. Igor came twice, but she did not come to him. At school, everything was, as usual, except that I had to catch up with the topics because of the missed days.

- There is a guy came to someone! - enthusiastically whispered classmates. A flock of brisk girls clung to the window on the second floor and gazed at the schoolyard.

- Why then just a guy!? Maybe just a friend ... Few people come to school.

- Aha, of course! I'm telling you exactly ...

“Is that on that bike?” Where did he go?

- On the first floor talking to the director!

- So let's go, we'll see!

- Let's go to!

Oksana, in proud solitude, washed the board, arranged the desks and wiped the floor with a damp cloth. Now you can go home.She did not hurry, anyway, her parents and her brother drove off to the countryside and will only be tomorrow.

With some surprise, Oksana noted that part of her classmates did not go home, but crowded on the ground floor, next to the dressing room. Judging by the enthusiastic whispers someone caught their attention.

The girl began to toe to see better and gasped. Right at the door Igor talked with the director at ease. The guy was dressed in his usual dark clothes, smiled friendly and told something to the director, who nodded approvingly.

Several, the most daring, girls were spinning alongside, making eyes and trying to participate in the conversation.

- ABOUT! Oksanka, and I was already tired of waiting for you on the street, came here to look, - Igor noticed the girl when she tried to slip out into the street without being noticed.

Silent shy pupil instantly became the center of attention. A variety of views, from evaluating to envious, converged on it.

- What for? - Oksana wanted to fall through the ground.

“I'll take you home,” Igor smiled broadly.

- I myself can ...

“You can do anything,” the guy agreed. “But I promised Anton and your parents that I would look after you.”

- I'm not small! - Oksana was indignant.

In response, Igor came up tight, put her hand on her head and drew a line through the air to his shoulder:

- Small!

Oksana had nothing to answer to this.

Under the envious glances of classmates, the girl sat on a motorcycle, hugging a guy.

- Hold on?

- Yeah.

Having kept silent all the way home, Oksana wanted to quickly disappear into the entrance, but Igor held her hand:

- Wait, hurry. What are you running from me, again offended?

- I just want to go home, - Oksana was shy to look into his eyes.

- Maybe tea you treat?

- Not. Parents said not to drive anyone. All goodbye.

Oksana took off like a bullet to her floor, ignoring the elevator. Through the dirty glass she clearly saw Igor, who was still sitting on a motorcycle in front of the entrance. The girl watched him for a while, until the stubborn bully finally left.

The mood was crumpled. Meeting with Igor was exciting, frightening and incomprehensible. First of all, Oksana did not understand what she wanted herself.

The girl dressed in her usual pajamas, put her feet in her favorite kitty-shaped slippers and settled herself in front of the TV. It's good when nobody's home ... Quiet.

Indistinct cotton in the hallway alerted her. What could it be?

Armed with a fly swatter, Oksana decidedly went into reconnaissance. True, in small steps and with shaking knees.

Finding nothing, the girl looked out into the corridor. Too quiet To make sure, she climbed up and listened. Everything is quiet. Oksana mentally scolded herself for cowardice and hurried to the apartment.

And here she was waiting for an unpleasant surprise. The door slammed shut! A few months ago, my father punched a new castle and she was not used to it yet. What to do?

You can't get far in pajamas and slippers.

Oksana felt sad, Oksana felt scared, Oksana felt ashamed.

The girl did not come up with anything smarter than how to go down to the flight below and hide in the corner of the garbage bin. It smelled of mud, it was dirty. Time passed, Oksana sobbed softly and really wanted to go home. And then to her horror, someone stepped out of the elevator.

Oksana lurking, listening to the steps. Someone trampled on the court, rang the bell several times. Hey, that's their tune!

The girl carefully looked out and met his eyes with Igor.

- Oksana !? - the guy in two jumps overcame the distance separating them. - What are you doing here? Something happened!?

Here the girl burst, she wanted comfort and pity. Choking with tears, she told about the fate of the villain, about the insidious door and stinking trash.

Igor laughed like crazy:

- Wow. All right, sweet, let's go to me.

- What about ... home? - Oksana was confused.

- Is there a key?

- Not.

- Do the neighbors have a spare?

- Not.... Read more →