I met my beloved girl when I was in 10th grade. When I saw her for the first time, she immediately became interested in something. Since then, I even went to school with pleasure - I watched her. Later I learned that she was from grade 9. I even managed to overhear her name - her name is Dasha. She finally conquered my heart with her appearance: her height was a little lower than mine (my height was 182 cm), dark golden silky hair, hazel eyes, a cute upturned nose, plump lips, skin soft and velvety. Her figure deserves special attention - it is absolutely proportionally folded. The chest is quite neat, of the second and a half size, each chest is like a big apple. Very beautiful athletic legs, smooth healthy calves, thighs are not thick or thin. Ass - elastic and pleasant to the touch. Dasha's weight is also proportionally distributed throughout her body - not an extra kilogram, and she also does not need to recover.

I clearly remember the day I met her. Then our class was on duty at the school. I was standing in the hallway on the first floor. Once I noticed that Dasha was being bullied by her classmates. They tried to take away her bag and in every way called her name. I did not keep myself waiting: I ran to them and shouted:

- What's going on here? Why are you touching her?

- We want and touch! We have such brutal games!

“They have been with me for the second day already,” Dasha complained. - Do something!

- Immediately walk away from her no less than twenty steps! What, in school a little interesting? In the dining room go eat, or something! - through my teeth I said, barely restraining anger.

Classmates left, snorting displeasure. I handed Dasha her bag.

“Nothing, don't worry,” I said. - Let them know that for you now there is someone to intercede.

“Thank you,” she answered, smiling.

- What is your name?

- Dasha.

- Very nice. I am Danil. I'm in the tenth grade in school.

- I'm in the ninth. We will have exams soon.

- Yes, understand. Are you preparing? What subjects?

- With math I have a hard time. And so I am preparing for computer science and history.

- Imagine, I also have mathematics - not my fad.

Then the bell to the lesson rang.

“Well, bye,” I said to Dasha. - It was nice to meet you.

Dasha also said goodbye, quietly smiling at me.

And so it began. We walked with Dasha after school. I talked to her on various topics - Dasha was very erudite, and we have a lot in common with her. We went to a cafe, pizzeria, cinema, park. I kissed Dasha passionately. A kiss with a girlfriend is indescribable. We touched tongues with each other, I caressed Dasha's neck with tender kisses.

So three years of our happy and mutual relations passed. By that time, I finished the first course at the university, and Dasha finished school. I was pleased to learn that Dasha will enroll in the same university where I study (although I studied law, and Dasha wants to enroll in the computer science department, since she did manage to learn to understand mathematics well), which meant that we will be together further. Then, after Dasha's prom, it was her birthday - they celebrated it at home, but very fun. I had Dasha’s birthday party, her friends and some of her former classmates. She was very happy on this day - no matter how, the beginning of adulthood. But the most interesting thing was to come.

In early July, my mother and grandmother, who just fanatically took care of me and rarely left me alone at home, left for a week in another city - to my grandmother's sister, who had not been seen for a long time. I barely asked for leave to stay at home - I had other plans.

I wanted to invite Dasha to my place for a few days.All these days I dreamed of having sex with her so that we could experience the fullness of the relationship. With my savings of ten thousand rubles, I bought a biscuit cake with roses from cream, fruit, expensive French champagne, and the equally expensive Italian wine Vigneto Garretti, for which half of my money was spent.

The next morning I decided to call Dasha. After a series of beeps, I heard her sweet voice:

- Danil?

- Yes. Hello, Dasha. Listen, I have some good news for you.

- What? - Dasha asked with interest.

- I invite you to my place. The apartment is free for a week minimum.

- Good. I'll think about it and call you back. Wait.

After five minutes of agonizing wait, I picked up the phone:

- Danil, I will be soon. Somewhere, in an hour or two.

Hooray! Everything goes according to plan! My heart rejoiced at the fact that everything happened this way. It was generally easy for Dasha to go somewhere - for example, for a girlfriend and girlfriend for two days, because Dasha's mother was at work in the office for days and did not particularly forbid her daughter to have fun. As she said: "You can do anything, but call your mother - I'm worried." Dasha was still an older brother, but he lived somewhere in the Urals and served as a sergeant in the army.

I put on my best clothes. Black tuxedo, ironed white shirt, red bow tie - all to impress your beloved.

On the table were fruit, cake and alcohol. Candles burned in gilded ceramic candlesticks. I sat and gasped for waiting for the doorbell, which did not take long. I got goose bumps along my hands. I opened the door, knowing in advance who was there and was amazed.

Dasha stood on the threshold. Beautiful to the extent that I did not even recognize her. She was wearing a burgundy evening dress to the knees. The make-up that adorned Dasha’s face was applied in a way no makeup artist from Milan could have done. Her curls were curled, and from them came a pleasant aroma - whether strawberries, or cherries, I did not understand. The legs were dressed in black velvet shoes. Pantyhose pale flesh-colored tightly covered her ankles.

“I am glad to see you more than ever,” I said, as if singing, “Come to me.”

“You, Danil, are also irresistible today,” Dasha whispered and went into the corridor.

I helped her take off her shoes. Then he took her hand and led her to the table.

- Danil, I do not know what to say. How much did you spend on all this? - Dasha asked, looking with sparkling eyes on all that splendor lying on the table.

- Trivia. Believe you are worth more, I said.

Having washed our hands, we finally started the meal: I was able to surprise Dasha with potatoes in French with pork and cheese - good, my mother's cookbook and my passion for cooking helped me to do it. After that we drank a glass of champagne.

“You know,” Dasha told me, eating grapes — I never expected such a reception.

“Everything is just for you, honey,” I replied, pouring myself some more champagne.

Then we drank tea with a cake and went into the room. I brought wine and two glasses. We drank on brotherhood. Wine justified its price: the perfect taste of Sicilian grapes. After drinking two more glasses, we relaxed. Alcohol warmed us from the inside.

“Dasha,” I said. - I want to tell you.

- What, darling?

- We have to consolidate our relationship. I think you can guess how. For all the time that we are together, we had everything except this one. What do you think about that?

- Fuck? I don't know, maybe not yet? On the other hand, I was a little tired of masturbation - Dasha answered me tentatively.

- It will mean complete trust between us. You love me, don't you?

“If so, then I want to,” courage appeared in her voice — I want you to insert your dick into me.

- So what are we waiting for?

We got up from the couch. With trembling hands, I unbuckled Dashino's dress. It fell easily from her young beautiful body. I pulled off her pantyhose, and Dasha remained in a black lace bra and black lace panties. In a fit of passion, I turned her back to me and slapped her ass.

- Danya, do not pull! Come on, come on! - languidly stretched Dasha.

While Dasha stood with her back, I, too, completely undressed, removed Dasha from the bottom ...