I won't forget the next day at school.
As she sat at the desk and listened to girls talking about some kind of nonsense. And I was bursting. I wanted to tell them: “Do you know what happened to me yesterday ?! Yesterday the teacher between my legs kissed me and ... ". From this mental dialogue, I began to blush. It was hard to believe that all this really happened.
Leaving home, I walked past the gym with my classmates. And then Sasha came out. My heart beat so fast.
- Hello! - started the girls vying.
- Hello, beauties! - He smiled warmly and walked past me.
Something inside has booze. He did not even look at me!
- Mira! - suddenly I heard and was afraid to turn around. - Today, training will not be. You can rest.
- Good. I said, and walked forward, moving my stiff legs. My body did not obey me at all.

That night I could not sleep for a long time. Everything turned from side to side, thinking about how I should conduct myself with the teacher. If I do not want everyone to know everything, I must pretend that there is nothing. I decided that I would be strong.
The next day was a gym class. Having decided that I can handle, I walk briskly along the corridor. Then I hear Sasha's voice and I feel how my legs became wadded. One word of it and in the chest so nice, my heart goes crazy. The more I try to calm myself down, the more I get nervous.
Barely reached the dressing room and sat on the bench. The girls notice that I am behaving strangely. I wave. I say that I feel bad, they say, my head is spinning, I have not had breakfast. While I remake, the bell rings. Classmates one by one out of the locker room. Stretch sports trousers and crawl out last.

Thinking that everything is already in the hall, I lose, as I go in there, say hello, get up in line. I am encouraging myself. Then they rudely grab my hand and pull me to the side. Still not really understanding what happened, I feel a warm hug and hear Sasha’s soft voice:
- How are you, baby?
I embrace him and freeze. I'm happy. I want this moment to last forever. But forever he, of course, did not last ...
Although, I felt better.

Days went by and nothing changed in our relationship. More precisely, I now understand that we were standing still, and then it was enough for me to meet our views on the school line, so that he would barely touch my hand, passing by or winked. I was happy if he just stood there. It even seems to me that I thought out half of all this to myself, ascribing coincidences to signs of attention.
Nevertheless, I became more self-confident and could talk to him with outsiders, sometimes in training we even argued, entering into a rage.

Once I forgot a jacket in the hall. And she noticed it only after going outside and leaving the school grounds. A cold wind blew, and it began to drizzle slightly. Hoping that someone was inside, I returned.
There was nobody in the coaching, so, taking the keys, I looked around the locker room. Even in the shower looked for some reason. But there was no jacket anywhere. Then I decided to hang the keys in place, but the coaching was closed. I knocked. Then another. No one answered.
“Strange,” I thought. And pulled the door to the gym. She was locked too. Then I pulled the outer door handle and (Oh, the horror!) She did not succumb!
I went back in panic and started knocking on the locked coaching doors, but no one opened it. I did not like the prospect of spending the night in the school locker room.

Then I heard some sound. And realizing that there are people somewhere nearby in the room, she began to call for help.
The key in the keyhole turned, and Sasha's head appeared in the doorway of the gym.
- What are you doing here?
- I was looking for a jacket, and I was locked! - I began to complain.
- Oh, that's me, I guess. Forgive me please. Did you find the jacket?
I shook my head.
- In the hall someone is lying. Maybe yours?
- I hope ..., - I was delighted, - And then the rain is gathering there, and I am without an umbrella.
- Let's go to the gym, take it. Scared?
- Yes. I do not want to spend the night here ... - I smiled.
- From what? - Sasha spoke playfully, - All the conditions are here!
He waved his hand toward the mats.

I laughed and thought I loved him. She went to the jacket, she really was mine. A teacher hit a volleyball on the floor, then jumped, threw it into the basketball ring, while hanging on this ring for a few seconds, swaying from side to side. I admired.
- And if you break? - he landed and looked back.
- I will say that the children broke. He shrugged with a serious face, and then smiled. - You think who spoils the inventory here ?! Of course, children!
- It's horrible! It is not fair to break everything and blame us!
He picked up the ball and, twisting it in his hands, approached me:
- Let's play?

I got angry. So wanted to punish this insolent. It began to rain outside the window.
- Yes! - I threw the backpack on the bench and pereobulsya.
“You think you can win?” - Sasha pulled the net.
- We'll see! - I screamed confidently and, taking the ball, went to the field.
“We haven’t played anyone yet ...,” he began to say, but I already filed and the ball hit the floor on his part.
- One zero!
- Oh, you are a little ..., - he was indignant, throwing the ball to me, - Well, hold on, I will not give you any mercy!
I filed again and this time, he fought off. The ball fell right near the field line, but still on my field. A little more and could be "out."
- One one! - He smiled predatory.

It was an unusual game. Inside, I was all gurgling. There was a kind of gloating when I scored goals. Such a pleasure that he can not smile. And behind all these jokes there was a completely different conversation ...
Sometimes we argued over the goal. I saw that he specifically shouted: “Out,” although I scored a clean goal. And when I began to resent, he smiled and recognized him.

At some point, the ball hit the middle of the net. A fraction of a second waiting in which direction it will fall. The teacher did not wait, he ran up and pushed the ball in my direction, hitting the net with his hand.

I was outraged. The ball would have definitely fallen on his side.

- There was a hand! - I cried, showing a finger.

- Which hand? - he made a surprised face.

- You touched the net with your hand!

- Nothing like this!

- I saw! This goal does not count!

- What is he not considered? - We came to the middle of the field, at arm's length and argued.

- Exactly! We write it to you. It was a touch!

- What? - he raised the grid.

- What you heard! Here! - I pointed to his hand. - Again you touch! You play unfairly!

He suddenly took a step towards me and grabbed my forearms.

- Will you shut up today?

- Not! I will not be silent! - I screamed. - Let me go!

He tilted me back, looming over me.

- sure?

“These are power techniques,” I was no longer sure of anything and spoke in a whisper, frightened by his behavior.

- Yes. - He stretched out and, bending down, inhaled the smell of my neck, then very gently kissed her and, without tearing off his lower lip, rose to his ear.

I often-often breathed. I was excited by what he was doing.

- You make me crazy. I can't take it anymore ..., - he pulled away and looked me straight in the eye.

For a split second, I bit my lower lip, and to myself it was spinning: “Kiss! Kiss me! ” And he kissed. So passionate. So welcome. His tongue immediately entered my mouth, I felt that the lower abdomen sweetly ached. He was so pushy. Our tongues touched, giving me indescribable pleasure. I mentally asked him to continue, asked him to become my first man, asked him to enter me. She invested these thoughts in every movement, hoping that he would understand. Suddenly, I felt my panties moisturized.

At one point, he put me on my feet and pulled away. I struggled to keep my balance, everything floated before my eyes.
- You look intoxicated. - I felt that he picked me up ...