The story is dedicated to my girlfriends Irishka and Anya.

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- And who are you? - the stunted young man was very surprised when he came to his room.

In the middle of his room stood a thin tall girl. She wore only translucent silver panties from an unknown material and to top it off the ensemble - a small bust through which cute little nipples peeped. Her lips and cheeks were heavily smeared with strawberry jam. The girl lowered a huge spoon into an almost empty can, dragged off, probably, from the kitchen, and continued not to say a word, to absorb the jam. The bank was a three-liter. But it didn't seem to stop her. "How did you get into it so much?" After all, she did not hesitate.

Pretty woman finished the jam, carefully licked her lips and fingers and said:

- My name is Carlitt, let us know, baby.

It should be noted that Baby has long crossed the line of adult age, but its growth left much to be desired. Even on high heels, he did not reach one hundred and sixty centimeters. And his round childish face did not allow him to be given more than thirteen years.

Of course, all his friends and acquaintances, as well as their parents, called him none other than Baby. That's right, softening the "sh" at the end. The most interesting thing is that the Kid, in order to step on the throat of his complex, when asked for a passport, asked to enter this name. He did not even remember his present. At the registry office they met him and now the young man was the only owner of such a name. Perhaps the only one in the world. He spoiled all this with his new sign, which he held by the hand for a handshake.

- How did you get here? - asked the owner of the room.

“Through the window,” Carlitt replied, smiling sweetly.

- To go nuts! - afigel Baby, - the twelfth floor. Are you a spiderman? Can you climb walls?

“No,” the thin girl replied, “I am a fairy and flew into the window.”

- Fairy? - shook the guy - and where are your wings, Carly.

“I have no wings,” said the fairy, “I use a natural propeller, and a high-sugar product serves to feed it.” Strawberry jam, for example. Are you not angry with me? - Looking at the empty bank, she asked. “And by the way, my name is Carlitt, but if you want to call me Carly.” I like.

Then Carly spun around to show her propeller. It was folded and invisible in front. She tried to deploy all eight brilliant blades like dragonfly wings. But she failed. The size of the room was too small for them.

- To go nuts! - again ofigel Baby, - with such a propeller you can probably fly far away? And where do you live?

“On the roof,” Carly replied briefly.

- Like Carlson, who lived on the roof? - recalled the old cartoon kid.

“Not really,” said the fairy, “Carlson is the fruit of the imagination of the writer of your World, Astrid Lindgren.” Well, judge for yourself how he could fly with such a small propeller despite the aerodynamic properties of air?

“But this is a fairy tale,” said the Baby. “Everything is possible there.”

“True,” the flying woman confirmed, “and by the way, the main character of the book was also called Tiny, just like you.” So this is fate.

- What fate? - I did not understand the real Baby.

“You will soon find out,” the girl smiled sweetly.

Suddenly she bent over and kissed the young man on the cheek. The young man was a modest guy and, unlike his peers, kisses did not fall to him often. To be honest, this innocent kiss of a stranger was the only one and the first in his life. If you do not count the case in kindergarten. There he once kissed with his odnogruppnitsey. For what she called him "byakoy" and burst into tears. Yes, it does not.But this innocent kiss, which rewarded him to Carly, roused the soul of the Kid. The guy even turned a little red with pleasure. In order to somehow defuse the situation, Carly suddenly offered Tiny to fly.

“But we won't get through the window together,” pointing to the open window, explained the fairy, “we’ll have to open it completely.”

- The twelfth floor after all, - a little scared guy - And what if you do not pull us out and then we fall.

- Nonsense! - laughed laughingly girl, - my carrying capacity is up to seventy kilograms, and in you there is not even fifty.

“Forty-eight, to be exact,” the load confirmed.

“So you can take the fuel in the appendage,” Carlitt suggested slyly with her laughing eyes, “two jars will be the thing.”

“Good,” the future flyer agreed, and ran off to the kitchen to get some jam.

Having loaded it in a backpack, he embraced Carly in front, having previously tied both bodies behind the waist with a wide father's belt. The head of the guy was just at the level of the chest of the girl, and his legs hung in the air. He was uncomfortable, he was afraid to touch the forbidden fruit with his face, what if the girl was offended? But the girl was deprived of these complexes. There was nothing like that in her world, and she judged this from books on television and the Internet. Therefore, she simply pressed the head of the Kid to her chest and asked:

- You do not like my boobs? Or are you just shy?

“I'm embarrassed,” admitted Tiny, plunging into the soft divinity of the feminine nature.

Of course with him there was an incident.

- OU! - exclaimed the girl without complexes - you got on me? Do you like me. Do you want to lose with me?

The kid just confused by such revelations. Suddenly, he committed a male act: the young man kissed the fairies' chest with all the passion he was capable of.

“Of course I want,” he said, marveling at his impudence, “I wanted you as soon as I saw you.”

- Perfectly! I'm at home on the roof. Flew?

- Fly, my fairy! - he said solemnly and ...

They fell out of the open window. The fairy released her propeller a little less than the helicopter and gaining height, quickly carried the Kid to her home on the roof.

Fairy flew very high, but the essence was not at all in this. The beauty of flying landscapes were not available to the guy. After all, his face was almost buried in the chest of his new girlfriend, from which came the honeyed scent of a magical country from which she flew. The kid tried to turn his head to the side in order to at least see something out of the corner of his eye. Of course, his movement was similar to the fact that he rubbed his face against the chest of his new sign. Acquaintance immediately responded as she liked it. Carly stroked his hair and shouted, blocking the sound of dragonfly wings:

- I am pleased, Baby! Do more like this ...

The baby did not need to beg. He forgot that he wanted to look around the neighborhood and, having imagined himself a cat or a small puppy, rubbed his face on the chest of a flying girl. It was a new feeling, which he had never experienced before. It was not comparable with anything and simply indescribably words. It was as if the flame had ignited in his brain, but the flame was not raging, but calm, sweetly burning.

Carlitt experienced similar feelings, because this also happened to her for the first time. Of course, she felt a hard object resting on her tummy and a little lower. This brought her in awe. And when her baby began to gently take her nipples in the lips and gently suck like a calf their mother-cow, her head began to spin. It was so nice that she flowed from the pleasure that enveloped her fairy mind. The guy's hands also got an interesting thing. They gently stroked the fairy's sweet back, sometimes touching the silk of her hair. All this together brought new love sensations, but it was dangerous for the winged creature. She was afraid to turn up from a great height, losing her head from the pleasure that engulfed her.

- Baby, stop, please, - she cooed gently, - I am pleased, but we fly up. I have to do a maneuver. I'm afraid we'll break. Hug ...