Well, dear reader. I decided to share with you a story about how I was deprived of virginity and what events preceded it. For me personally, this series of events was remembered for the rest of my life, and each memory of what happened causes pleasant memories of past days.

In my opinion, this happened unusual and, most importantly, unexpectedly. Not so long ago, I saw the same one, memories came flooding back, the old times came to mind, so I decided to share it with the people, so to speak.

As they say in such situations, the distant year of 1996, the month of December, was already in the yard, I was studying ... No, not so. Let's say a little differently - I was very young and not at all experienced.

We lived in family, me, father and mother in central Russia. At the same time, almost all the relatives were in the south, in one of the regions that stands on the Volga.

We went to relatives not often, more and more often they came to us. However, on special occasions, we also went to the south. Rodney had so much that sometimes I just did not know or remember who was who. As it happens, especially among teenagers, they came as a family to visit some uncle with an aunt, I see them, as it seems, for the first time, and they are hugging you, squeezing, saying: healthy, which one, and you once were in such and such a shaggy year, so you also ran under the table ”and so on and so forth. In general, relatives had a lot of distant, close, close friends families, not particularly close, in short, I could not even remember them all.

That same December, my family and I gathered for the wedding of my second cousin in the southern Volga region. I don’t know why such a not so suitable month was chosen for this celebration, they had their own thoughts on this matter. In winter, although it is south, it is not particularly pleasant: either knee-deep dirt or extreme cold, but the wind is an indispensable part of the “program”. So the winter for me was not the most comfortable time of the trip. And I, what am I? They said, we eat, so we go. Firstly, for almost two weeks it’s not necessary to go to school for the hated walk, and secondly, at least some diversity from changing the picture, plus the opportunity to meet girls.

To get acquainted with the girls, and not only, really wanted. I had no relationship to my years, either platonic or physical. So, there were modest hugs, innocent kisses and ..., actually, everything. It is now, as I see, in adolescence, sex life is in full swing. I think not one I did not develop. Some friends said something, boasted, but you know, almost 99% I was sure that just comrades wishful thinking. But I wanted to fuck, I really wanted to, but I would say, a nightmare as I wanted. Anytime and anywhere. Every older person or female is considered as a sexual partner. So you stare at it, take a picture of it from all sides in your memory, you come home, there is nobody there but you and ... you know what. All men remember well what was going on with them at a young age, it is not necessary to describe in detail here and everything is clear. At this age and guys hands are always trained.

At that time I was almost of my current height, I scored 180 cm accurately so as not to be drunk, I was hard at sports, decent weight, in my opinion, lifted, was engaged in martial arts, intensively ate sour cream and other fat-containing products. In general, for my age there was growth, muscle and relief, there were, and I hope, there were brains left, but with my peers it didn’t take shape and that’s it. He paid attention to how occasionally older girls looked at me with interest, and even women, but I slowed down the roofing felts, being not experienced, they simply limited themselves to looks.In short, I’ll summarize as a summary - I wanted to fuck, but there was no one with it, but maybe there were some ghostly chances, but due to inexperience I didn’t catch luck by the tail, so to speak.

Well, I thought, if at the place of residence it is not possible to realize myself sexually, then in the new territory I will find myself a girlfriend given the fact that the wedding event promises to be crowded, with abundant consumption of green-snake-containing drinks. These are the teenage hopes.

We arrived at the same village, settled with relatives, the next day was the very solemn day of my brother's marriage. The wedding by the village standards and the times was gorgeous - about 200 guests, were celebrated in the local recreation center (this was the name of the culture centers in the villages and villages - the houses of culture). Restaurants in those times were not as common as they are now, in the village they simply didn’t look for them. Relatives did not live in misery. Tables were bursting with everything that could be eaten: there was caviar, and sturgeon, and alcohol by the river (and it was in those times, as they say in official languages, in such cases when our country was experiencing not its best years).

Everything would be fine, but this celebration was not very merry for me, although I would be from 30 years old to infinity, I would have had a lot of fun. Parents, and those less adult with whom I spoke, sat at a separate table. Young people, who still seem to be not supposed to drink, including I was seated at a separate table away from all this festive quarrel. The “non-drinking” young people, of course, from time to time piled themselves together and walked in an unknown direction in order to accept what they were not officially given. At the table, I became friends with 17-year-old Artem, a student at a local vocational school, talked on all sorts of mundane topics, with calmly persons got up from the table separately (went out after each other, how else - conspiracy above all) an assembly hall where a bubble of the capital was hidden and soda with the intricate name “Bee” and a very nasty synthetic taste of honey. Later, two more guys joined us in the “secret society” (I didn’t even remember the names), they brought a bottle of moonshine and mineral water. Moonshine way nothing happened.

So it went. We sat at the table, ate, ran to drink, smoke, talked. By the way, I didn’t really want to talk to him. Not only that these people did not shine with intelligence (do not think that I consider myself very intelligent), even after a fair drunk, some sort of “boy graters” began among themselves. At the same time, they constantly baked me with questions like: “Well, here you are, judge, I’m talking about concepts, but Artem keeps a rotten bazaar.” And all in the same vein. I didn’t want to drink it anymore, I myself don’t like it, new friends already got me to the intestines, I didn’t want to go dancing to me. Once again, I got up from the table, bummed at some puzaty, flushed and sweaty, but very solid uncle, a long Rothmans cigarette, threw on my jacket and left the DK to smoke. I also didn’t really want to smoke, and I practically didn’t smoke, I just had to do something and go somewhere. I was already thinking how to get out of here, but there was no place to go especially, the relatives who sheltered us were not going to go home.

It was cool outside, there was no frost, it was drizzling fine nasty rain. The site in front of the Palace of Culture was lit with a lantern and windows of the second floor where this holiday was going. At the site, here and there, guests stood smoking, talking, having fun, everything as usual. Looked around, parents are not visible. I decided to walk away from the corner behind the corner, into the shadow, so that they would not burn. There were two people around the corner: some short round girl about 30 years old in an artificial fur coat and my relative Lenka.

About Lenka need to tell more. Who is Lenka. My father had a younger brother, 9 years younger. He lived in this village and was engaged in fish and caviar, was a broomstick, in other words, a poacher - they illegally installed tackles, took red fish, black caviar.The organization was semi-gangster and he was not the last in it. Six months ago, from the described events, he went out onto a canoe (boat) onto a river and was never seen again. The boat engine was not found, and his body a week later with a firearm found downstream. Naturally, who and for what, did not find out ....