This story happened in college, after school, we still young students went to college, and there was a girl among us, her name was Angela, who was not quite full-fledged, mentally deficient, but insanely beautiful, skater, and diligent ... she is true tried, and outwardly did not manifest itself - only by conversation it was clear that she was not healthy ... she was silent for now - she looked like an angel. Her mom was the owner of a beauty salon, and the daughter herself, or with the help of mom, but every morning she came in with excellent makeup and looked amazing.

It so happened that we were a fairly close-knit group, and in principle did not allow her to be offended, and did not offend themselves, helped but still treated her condescendingly — beautiful but ... you understand.

We have spent the winter, met the new year, and again to learn ... many girls prettier, as if winter was for this period, and Angela was no longer so distinguished among them, although she was undoubtedly a beauty, with milky-ruddy skin, long and fluffy cilia and a figure like a goddess.

Spring came ... and summer followed her - we passed light exams at the 1st year, switched everything to 2, Angela handed over with us - but the teachers treated her more easily ... they understood that a lot could not be done.

I talked to her like everyone else - hello for now ... not much, not a little, but since I sat in front of her, I occasionally helped and suggested, perhaps in this connection, she treated me more kindly and stretched out than for the rest, it was pride to walk with her - many turned around, and only when she spoke ... with difficulty and often little understandable things ... nonsense made you blush.

But spring is spring ... summer is summer, the holidays are ahead, and from school we went side by side, this was already more than once, oddly enough, but she was more silent, blushing, and took my hand a couple of times - when crossing the road - well ... I don’t feel sorry for this; besides, the envious glances of the guys were visible - who saw only her appearance, 3-3.5 breast size, thin waist and rounded hips, curly-wavy blonde hair, full lips, huge eyes, porcelain skin, as well as extended nails and eyelashes - all attributes of Barbie dolls. Her mother, realizing that she was inferior to her peers in her mind and development, managed to take care of her daughter in such a way that she gave odds to many women, and she was fit for a beauty contest ... taking her to a stop, embraced and I put her in the tram - you can see was that she wanted to say something.

"Angel ..."

she startled and stopped looking at me with her eyes framed by long eyelashes

“Can we go for a walk?”

She nodded happily and confusedly said that we would write in contact. from which many people immediately turned into her confused and incomprehensible speech.

Well, the social network has a social network, it was written off ... it communicated via the Internet quite well, and if not some nonsense was perfect, it would be normal, but it tense up children's jokes or frank brakes ... we agreed that in a week we would go for a walk - me and the parents were leaving for the weekend, so curious parents would not ask who I walked with (and they are very curious and this irritated me), ... they would not even know that I went for a walk with someone.

It is day X

We met not far from me - Angela wore a summer-girly - shoes with pantyhose (which later turned out to be stockings), a skirt, a blouse and a summer short jacket, well, and an indispensable handbag ... everything was mom, and she also dressed up and taught. .. something so learned.

She was stunning, and I realized that ... if I was going for a walk, then she was going on a date.

Walked, sat in the courtyard, it turned out that if Angela is not in a hurry, then in a whisper - in a quiet voice she speaks quite well, and I understood her ... but still she preferred to be silent, nodding yes or no, or shrugging her shoulders ... she thought she knew what reaction does her speech and grimace cause when she tries to say

already.

Having walked this way for an hour and a half, I realized that I wanted to eat ... and after all, Angela could not be sent home.

She had to take her with herself - she reacted quite positively, and we went to visit me, I looked at her every minute from a different perspective ... yes ... if not clever, stupid ... but skater ... under the skirt rolled hips, and heels on shoes loudly clinked.

When we reached the house, we went up to me, took off our shoes and went to the kitchen, I was still warming up to eat, made tea for her and myself, and calmly had a bite - she was silent, looking around, and my eyes more and more often fell on her chest, which was covered with a shirt, look a couple of times she intercepted, and at one point I choked — nipples were clearly visible through the fabric, ... or from the cold, or something else from my eyes, but ... the nipples began to come out clearly, pulling the already tight blouse , in the jacket was not visible, but now it is obvious - she did not wear a bra!

clearing my throat, I clearly noticed that she was embarrassed and did not know how to behave, so I offered her something for tea, and translated the topic ...

Yes, Angela now looked in my eyes not as a simple but beautiful girl from my group, but as a sex - a doll ...

I walked into the room, and I collected wallowing socks and shorts, knocking them into a heap, and generally raking up the heaps around, before Angela came in - and sat down on the bed (I didn't have a sofa) and tucked her skirt between my legs

Not knowing what to do next, and in general that I turned on the film on the computer - from the latest novelties and grabbing a piece of advertising rolls and pizza jumped right next to the bed ... "do you want something?" - she vaguely shrugged her shoulders and then nodded a little ...

Having opened the advertising booklet - I ordered a small set, they promised to bring it in half an hour, - and I was happy ... because this is the reason for her to stay with me.

He himself sat down beside her, and Angela sighed, leaned back on my shoulder

“Wow - the thought flashed through” - it smelled pleasantly of fruit and some unusual perfume, but all attention was focused on the monitor.

He himself became interested in the film, but sitting down more comfortably - leaned his back against the wall, put a pillow in the form of an interlayer and pulled Angela in - she had already put her back on the pillow ...

I forgot about the film literally in about 10 minutes, and hesitantly touched my hair ... Angela turned her head, and looked into my eyes and smiled and nodded - she was pleased! ... and it was a kind of approval, almost purred I stroked, but he himself enjoyed no less from this ... very soft hair was.

“Why, not a single man has ever touched her” - this guess has lit up me — the boys and girls from the group are meeting and kissing, hugging ... someone can do more, but she is as old as no one has shown any interest! ... and she saw everything beautifully.

I ran my hand from shoulder-length hair and pulled out a pillow, thus she put her back to my chest and threw back my head, allowing me to stroke my shoulders and neck.

The silent game, in silence without words, but to the voiced voices of the film’s actors, and I didn’t know where to stroke it, and where it wasn’t, so I was careful ... but the feeling of a beautiful swan in my hands didn't leave me, and I emboldened to kiss on the cheek.

Angela did not pull away; on the contrary, she turned her head more comfortably for me and I kissed my cheek again and again, stroking my hair.

“Teo will be our secret, okay?” I whispered in her ear and in response she nodded ... then I emboldened, took my hand over my chin and turned my head harder to her, kissed my lips.

She did not kiss skillfully, and I didn’t particularly know how ... but we tried.

Her nipples just pulled on her jacket and Angela took my hands in hers and put them on her chest.

A member clearly through his pants rested against her back, his hands crushed his tight and elastic breasts through his jacket, constantly slipping to the navel and waist and rising higher. so I gradually lifted her blouse, and when the porcelain skin gleam appeared, I put my hand on my waist, without hesitation, and stuck it ...