And then came the long-awaited Saturday, which she had so expected. And she was afraid, of course, to go to him, but there was nothing to be done ... so, calm. He really taught her to solve problems under the number "A-twenty-eight", and not as her conscience supposed ... and now it was evening, about eight o'clock. And he sat next to her at the desk and watched her silently solve the equation. Recently, they have become too close to each other, and both of them understood this. And he wanted more ... much more.

More than just a kiss, even the longest, more than the most strong embrace, more than just sex through clothes ... well, she does not know about his thoughts and calmly solves the equation. He smiled a little, leaning his head on his hand, and the girl stuck out the tip of the tender little tongue from thoughtfulness, writing down the answer in the equation. Pulling away, she silently stretched a notebook to him, lifting long eyelashes and casting a short glance at his beautiful face. And she always admired his beauty, even if so accustomed to it. And yet ... she feels so good when he is with her. And a pleasant languor immediately spreads in the body, hardly it touches her, or she begins to whisper something pleasant in her ear, while hugging the girl with tenderness. And it seems to her that she is the happiest man on earth. But for him ... for him she is a child. Girl. Not even a girl, but a girl. What to take with her when she behaves herself, literally forcing him to think so.

He began to check the equation she had written, continually frowning thoughtfully with thin black eyebrows. And she was immediately afraid for the right answer. Probably not, since he sighed heavily and tiredly rubbed his beautiful face with his wide palm, lowered his long black eyelashes low, and it seemed to her that he closed his eyes so as not to see this nonsense. But no, he just looks at the graph with the answer again, suddenly looking up at her black eyes. She is afraid to look at them ... for some reason now. God, how many emotions and feelings in his eyes ... read them with a short look, blushing instantly: love for her, some share of tenderness and tenderness, a drop of lust and passion, which, after all, seeps through the deep color of his eyes like a pair of grains of sand pouring through your fingers. He returned her notebook, carefully circling something in her, apparently indicating where to pay attention. The girl, frowning, leaned toward the notebook.

“Here,” he showed with a long, thin finger on the spot marked with a pencil. “You have a little wrong here.”
And he immediately began to explain to her what she did not understand. And she just listened to him, like a cat that does not understand the words, but judges the character and the temper of the “interlocutor” by his voice. The girl did not particularly listen to the essence of the words ... she just liked his voice. She is ready to listen to him for hours, even for ages. If only he would say anything to her, and she would just listen. Just as she loves to listen to the measured beat of his heart, just as she loves to listen to his quiet and calm breathing ... how can she live without him? She cannot do without all this ... no one can replace the beat of his heart, she is so used to him ...

The girl did not even notice his loving look on his beautiful face. And he explained everything to her, said something about equations, functions, roots, algorithms ... he spoke for a long time. Then, evidently, she noticed her gaze, and his pale cheeks immediately filled with a blush, which, of course, was rare for him. She smiled slightly, sighing, and he also insinuatingly asked:
- What?
The girl blushed more than him, immediately dropping her long thick eyelashes and taking up the habit of winding a strand of long hair on the tip of a small thin finger.
“Nothing ... you are just so beautiful,” she said, flushing even thicker. He could not help smiling at these words - that’s a stupid little girl ...
“You're very beautiful too,” he grinned.

Maybe it sounds silly, but he really considers her the most beautiful girl he has ever seen. Take at least these wonderful long hair ... and eyes? Lord, you gave her such beautiful eyes! And those freckles on pale cheeks, fragile shoulders and neat chest? God, they are just wonderful. Give it such a naive and childlike look ... and e
he liked it. I liked it so much that in the lower abdomen something began to tremble and fill with warmth. He knew that it was ... but he never thought that such a young girl would excite him. And he leaned toward her, as if talking about it. The girl only covered her long eyelashes from the pleasant smell that began to penetrate her lungs. Come on ... closer, stronger ...
“God hold me ... I want into your strong hands. I want to cuddle with you for a long time. So long that you can not stand it. I want you. And you me? Probably yes ... so do not wait, please. Take me"...
He ran the tip of the straight nose down the girl’s tender cheek, drawing the smell of vanilla in with his nose. Filled lungs. And she was breathing heavily, never daring to look at him. He just exhaled quietly - she sat in front of him, unable to move. And what could he give her? Only pleasure and unlimited pleasure ...

“Today I will do it with you, if you allow ... and you will no longer be a girl. But you will be happy ... very happy. I will make you happier than before. I am ready to tell you this forever, do you want? "...
He tenderly kissed her reddened cheek. She exhaled quietly, stretching out her arms to him and putting her small palms on her broad shoulders, leaning closer to herself. God, it smells good ... musk, which produces his pale skin - the first sign of his excitement. The girl opened her pale red lips in the hope that he would at least touch them with his own ... but no, he suddenly cautiously, barely clenching his even white teeth, bit down the sensitive earlobe of her ear, catching her convulsive exhalation — a clear permission to continue. And it is so nice ... nice when he began to gently rub the tip of his straight nose behind her neat ear. She bit her lower lip in the hope of not making a moan that breaks from her sensual parted lips.
“Emily ...” he said softly.

As if he enjoyed only the very first sounds of his beloved name, as if he had tasted it ... it is so sweet for him, this name ... and so forbidden. And then she suddenly pulled away, as if coming out of this sweet languor just because she opened her eyes. The girl jumped up, deeply flushing. No, it is impossible, it is impossible! Why is she so drawn to losing her virginity with him? God, do they really pull each other so much that they simply can't do without it? Why? ... why is she pulling in on an adult man? He is already an adult ... older than her. And this forbidden connection ... all this only added fuel to the fire. And from this fire she can not get anywhere else. Now she felt like a little moth, which pulls, attracts the bright light of a hot flame. And this little mound will surely scorch its delicate, thin wings ... so why shouldn't it do the same? Rush to this fire so that it burns it to the ground. She now wanted ... pull over to him. Do not let go for a long, long time ... tell him. To say how good he is and how much she loves him ... to kiss him. Kissing without stopping, whispering something pleasant through a kiss ... stroking his body. Starting with a beautiful face and ending with dice press and the inner side of the thigh ...
"I find it difficult. And I wish that I could not so quickly take and decide that you did what you wanted ... forgive me. It's really hard for me ... ”

God, why can't she decide? It's so easy. Just come to him and hug, saying that she is ready, that's all. Nothing complicated, but ... but why is it so difficult?
He had already lowered his head, looking at the surface of the table. What's the matter? His little tender moth flew away from him, frightened by the flaming fire? Hmm, how strange ... and so ... Read more →