“Tell me how you met your husband.” - I asked.

- Nothing special, - shrugged Vika, - I lived in a hostel then, returned to the city after the weekend. My parents gave me everything in my bag, meat, potatoes. She even threw a can of cucumbers - she laughed - if only her daughter would not starve. It was hard ... well, as it is now. I go from the tram to the side of our body, and he is catching up with me. Allow me to help, I am not burdened and all that. On the way we talked, he studied on the fourth, lived in the same building, only two floors above. He also joked that he now knows where to look for food.

Vika’s face had become a dreamy expression, it was clear that her memories were pleasant.

- Well, so he helped me. And the next day came to us, feed, asks. - Vika laughs again. - And what not to feed? I knew how to cook and loved. Yes, and now I love. Although, I confess, he was absolutely not in my taste. Brunette, tall. And then I was drying up blond women and really didn’t like to look up at young people.

- In general, he just was at the right time in the right place. - when Vika smiled on her cheeks, very lovely dimples were formed.

- Better tell me about yourself. - she tucked her legs under herself, taking a comfortable pose to listen.

It was the second day of our trip. Tomorrow morning we arrive in Moscow, and our paths with Vika will diverge forever. Her husband will meet her, no one will meet me, well, I don’t need it, I know the address, I’ll get there somehow. But it will be tomorrow, and now ... By this time, we already drank 100 grams of brandy, her eyes glittered from the glasses she had drunk, she probably drank a little and rarely.

- What to tell?

- Well, tell me who you study for, whom you will become when you get a diploma. - she paused and added between times. - Did you have a girlfriend?

Looking at the light blush that appeared in the girl, despite all her terry inexperience, I felt that the last question was not the last in priority.

I honestly admitted that there was no experience with girls until this evening.

- How interesting! - sincerely surprised Vika. “Is there nothing at all?” By the end of school it seemed to me that everyone had some kind of experience ... in this area. Here I am...

The girl thought. The conversation was becoming more and more intimate, it was obvious that there was a struggle in it: on the one hand, it was quite understandable embarrassment to a completely unfamiliar guy, and on the other, the desire awakened by alcohol to talk about taboo topics with the person you see first and, most likely, the last time. There are topics that you can’t talk to anyone about, but you want to. And here I am, like a stranger, and you already gave him breast to feed, and, moreover, jerked him off ...

As I could, I allowed Vicky's mental anguish by pouring her and myself a glass of brandy. We drank. Slightly noticeably frowned and bit her pre-unpacked candy.

“My first time was at graduation,” she continued. - I don’t know how you had it, in our school it was very, very romantic, everything was very beautiful, the teachers created the atmosphere of the holiday, thank you very much for that. Add here another drink, which the boys have stocked up with ... Well, in general, our mood, almost yesterday’s children, was something else. - laughed Vika.

- The boys must have divided us in advance, or maybe everything turned out spontaneously. I got - or did I get? - for a moment wondered Vika. - Well, it does not matter, in short, his name was Vitale. What I remember about him - he had everything average. Appearance, growth, evaluation. By this he remembered that he was completely unmemorable.

- Strange. - I interrupted Vika. - If they shared you, then why did you get such a mediocre character?

- Is that a compliment so thin? Thank. Only then I was outwardly like a teenager, struggling with acne with varying success, very complex about freckles.Then my figure only began to take shape. Breast - the first size with a slight stretch, well, for that ass nothing turned out. - laughed Vika. - We with Vitaly had a slow skin, so he, during the dance, so carefully put his five on it and put it down and let us understand. You know so gently-gently. Very nice. Before that I would never have thought that I could feel pleasure from the fact that the guy is feeling my fifth point. I still remember, then he got a little bolder and tried to climb through the dress between the buttocks. I could have climbed, only I wore panties, and then and now the most classic, I can not stand the thong at all ...

- Why?

- rubbed me. - Vick sighed. It was so funny that I smiled.

- You probably think now, with some kind of anxious faced? To the first comer I tell such things?

- Well, no, why. - I mixed up. To be honest, I was far from any assessments, the girl’s story naturally aroused me greatly, the riser caused me some discomfort, the head of the dick ached a little, I had to constantly correct it so that it touched my clothes as little as possible.

- I understand that I’m provoking you again, I’m probably arousing you, but I immediately warn you - there will be no ending, such as "finished at the same time" and "I smeared his sperm on my face". I did not give him. I was such a bitch.

- I liked his harassment, I liked that I excite him. After the dance, we retired to the toilet of the junior corps, where I kissed him. On the lips. With tongue. It was generally my first kiss with a boy and I will not say that that first experience seemed attractive to me. He already had the stale fumes of that cheap drink, which the boys constantly drank that evening, for me it was so sobering ... I also drank something then, but probably not in those quantities.

- But before prodinamit, I climbed into Vitale's pants, I really wanted to touch him there. What for? Well, interesting. When will there be a chance. - laughed Vika. - Well, he also gave to touch herself there. You know, too, not the most familiar feeling when a man's hand climbs between your legs, still trying to get further inside. I was a girl, seriously afraid that he would tear my finger off. Then broke away and ran to the girls in our building.

- And what is he? - I listened to the story, just opening my mouth, I would not be surprised if I let go of saliva.

“He didn’t try to come up later, but sometimes I caught his eye.” Now I understand that I could normally explain to him why I do not want to, but then ... I say, the children are still almost. Let's pour.

We drank, ate.

To say that I was shocked by the revelation that fell on me is to say nothing. I just touched the world of sex on the part of a woman, how she feels and about what she never tells anyone. Thoughts were confused, ran ahead of reason, and frankly, frankly prevented me from understanding the situation.

Frankly wanted to discharge, no matter how. To escape simply to the toilet was hampered by the thought that something might come to me again. On the one hand, it is quite possible that my fellow traveler specifically aroused me with her story and is now waiting for some action from me. Or does she just entertain herself? If I take the initiative now, will she just pull me down? I don’t have much confidence in communicating with girls, and if she laughs at me, I’ll flow around for a long time. Here he sits and winds his curl. I heard that it means a lot. Or does it mean, but not always? Bliin, how complicated everything is!

In the meantime, Vika was looking for something on her phone.

- Here, look, - she turned the phone screen to me - this is how I was then. Well, plus or minus six months probably.

I was watched by a pretty girl with a haircut, jeans — a T-shirt, sneakers on her feet, a bandana on her head. Neither freckles, nor any flaws in appearance, I did not notice.

- You described yourself that I expected to see just a scarecrow of some kind. Normal girl.

- Well, where is the normal, - Vika was indignant, - look at my figure, my knees stick out!

- Not ...