- What are you doing here ?! - I almost shout outraged when I saw Slava in the room - out!

In each of us, there is something thermonuclear, as long as there is no reason, there is no chain reaction, but now there was a reason, irritant, anger, hatred, and all this taken together instantly, in a split second splashed into hyperagression, a second ago I stroked my tummy and now it burned in anger radiating all the rage.

“Juvenile maniac”, flashed through my head, jumping up and shaking tits looking for something to throw at him, I found some kind of cube, but he was no longer there. It is bad at heart, as if spat on her, this is mine and no one has the right to be a witness, much less a participant in my fantasy. "I'll kill him," I growled and plopped back onto the bed, the desire was to tear everything down my path, but to get to this insolent. My heart felt sad, so depressing, I wanted to cry, I threw it on the pillow and slowly pulled the blanket over myself.

I knew and I know that it’s impossible to immediately throw out my grievance, this is stupid and not true, the mind should be behind the emotions, so I lay and struggled with myself. I wanted to become and find him and express everything that I think about him, but at the same time she forced herself to simply lie and wait until I calmed down. I managed to hold out for a minute, then another, then five minutes, ten and fifteen had already passed, and I was still lying and staring at the ceiling. Surprisingly, it was not so bad, I was not even offended by him, and after another fifteen minutes, I was even ready to laugh, which I looked interesting in his eyes when he roared so much, that’s horror.

Everything was better, I was able to relax, chuckled a little over myself and over the sight of Slavka, poor thing, I scared him, I myself had nothing to blame for dismissing the bathroom, but he was a nice boy, he would have bitten, but he was only a boy, but nice . Grabbing courage, creaking stretched swimming trunks, then shorts and a T-shirt and quietly, so as not to wake her daughter slipped into the corridor.

Clearly, he was not there, still, I myself would probably have crouched under the bed after that. In his chest, something was nasty, he remembered again how he was looking at me, I wondered if he was looking for a long time or not, he whined in his heart, sadness, languor, his stomach rumbled, and his groin, something pulsed like a wreath pulsing, only the feeling was a little different, it came from the depths and was pleasant. I froze, trying to understand what it was, I was afraid even to move, so as not to lose this barely perceptible ripple thread. And again I felt this excitement when I lay on the bed and began to stroke myself. “What is this?” I was surprised, “can not be?” For a minute I stood and tried to understand what I felt, “but I like it,” but what I then thought about was what I liked.

I went to his room and knocked, so little that he would still hear me and understand my peaceful intentions.

- Can? - asked almost guilty voice, what is it with me.

No reply followed, turned the knob, opened the door ajar, and cautiously entered the room. He lay on the couch and looked at me, terrified, "what I had done," walked over and sat on the floor near his head. He looked timidly, expecting a trick, an attack, but he waited, did not move, and then I did what I didn’t even have time to think, I just leaned over and kissed him, first on the cheek, but the next moment was on the lips. They were firm, tough, like a partisan, that they brought in for questioning.

“Relax, I'll bite you,” she whispered in his ear and immediately kissed him again on the lips.

Now they were soft, tender, sweet and so intoxicating that I could not tear myself away from them for a minute, but forced myself to do it and while I kissed him I thought of nothing, but only of my kisses that I gave him, confess honestly, then gave it to myself.For some reason, my soul sang, it happens very rarely, she sang, melted, hovered, and for some reason I was very happy about it. As the first kiss, so squeezes the chest, and the heart is treacherously pounding, but I am stupid and naive, I recoiled from him, and again everything got sore. Now his eyes were full, some kind of hope, fear, fear, lack of self-confidence, everything was gone, he stretched out his hand and touched his chest, touched it just like that, and I didn’t even flinch, curled up and didn’t squint on his palm , but only strange, somehow too strange smiled at him.

Slava sat down. "He's a cute boy," sat and looked at his face, he put his hand away and hid his hands under himself, pressed them, so as not to touch me anymore, but sorry, I don’t mind who he is, nor who, distant relative of my husband with whom I still divorced. For some reason, I really didn’t care what happened there in the future and even more so now, I was just pleased to look at him, his eyes and that slightly strained smile, and he hadn’t noticed his mustache before.

- Do you want me to take off? - A naive question, and she slightly pulled the T-shirt by the sleeve, thereby revealing that I would take it off.

- You're lying! - as a reproach to me.

- Not! - I was indignant, but what else did he have to tell me.

I leaned my body back a little and, without giving myself a chance to come to my senses, quickly picked up a T-shirt from my belt and quickly pulled it off, my chest jumped a little and then sank. “This is stupid,” why did I do it, but in my chest it all jumped for joy. I do not even know that I wanted to show by this that I was not angry or that I was beautiful, that I was playing by the rules or you told me I told you, I had no idea what I wanted to say with this act, but I did not experience shame, although I expected no on the contrary, I experienced the joy that he was looking at me and that his eyes literally danced over me like a sunbeam, tickling my whole body.

Probably a minute passed, the pause was delayed and it became somehow awkward, lowered her eyes, her nipples stuck out, brazenly somehow perversely protruded. I felt them, how they itch, disgusting, it sounds like a mosquito bite and I want to scratch, remove this annoying sensation, I could not stand it and pressed my hand to my chest, they became flattened under her fingers, for a moment it became easy, sighed and looked at Glory.

- Do you want me to take off? - repeated the question and snapped her finger on the pocket of his shorts.

“Yes,” he had no doubt this time.

I laughed, literally laughed, it became so merry, that's just what, but now I did not experience some hidden feeling of doubt or stupid position that I sit and show off in front of him, no, and no, I wanted, really wanted undress, just like that, just take and undress in front of him and feel again that tickling sensation of his gaze.

- Then mutually, take off your clothes! - literally ordered him - I can not be alone.

My beaming smile never left my face, she infected him, and he just as merrily jumped off and did not have time to look back as he had already pulled everything off himself and sat down again on the sofa. “Here is a fool and that I am doing this” only I thought, but reluctantly, but slouched my already naively protruding member. Now I could look at him more calmly, almost point-blank, he was thin, inconspicuous, unbroken, without male power at all, which would allow him to look at him and say h-th, he was almost childish. Once, when I was a child, at ten years old, when I became overwhelmed by great curiosity about the boys, I asked Igor, we at my mother’s country house played off our underpants and showed what was under them, promised to take off ours. He agreed and took off, I was just curious, but his boy, if you can only say so, was small, smaller than my little finger, I was even disappointed with what he saw, but I remembered all my life and remembered him many times while lying in bed and stroking his tummy. But now that memory has flooded, as if I’m the very stupid girl and now for the first time I’m looking at the male member, who unwittingly stuck up.

As if hypnotized, I didn’t look away from him, I unzipped the shorts and slowly pulled ... Read more →