- Let me go, I do not want!

- You want, just afraid to admit this to yourself!

“If you don't let me go right away, I'll scream.”

“Scream, nobody will come anyway,” Dimka sighed.

"I will come, I will come!". - Sasha almost shouted, but for some reason he kept silent.

- What are you, clinked, or what? - suddenly groaned Dima.

“I warned you,” said Natasha.

“What happened to them there?” Thought Sasha. And froze like a woodchuck.

Because Natasha stood up, and her head was almost flush with the eaves on which he sat. Actually, if she had turned in his direction, she could have seen it, but she was looking down at Dima.

Realizing that now Dimka too, most likely, will rise, Sasha even more bent down and slowly began to crawl back. And in time. Because Dimka rose. And where is Natasha? There she is! She quickly went to the side. Dimka frowned and followed her. Sasha took a breath.

He rose with difficulty, as his legs became very numb from the uncomfortable position.

At home, he pondered what had happened. And he came to a simple conclusion. He should try to master Natasha. That she began to belong only to him and to no one else. Like this. He consoled himself with the hope that she had nothing with Dima. At least today. And in the previous days?

No, it's better not to think about it.

The next day he did not go to their class. Until the very last lesson suffered. But Natasha caught up when she went home. Unfortunately, she was walking with a friend. And they went three together, talking about their lives. Finally, they came to the girlfriend's house. Sasha moved aside, waiting for them to talk.

- So let's go tomorrow to the river? - asked Sasha when they were alone.

- It's still cold.

“Was it cold yesterday?” He almost asked.

- Put on warmly. And then, we do not go swimming.

- I do not know.

- And if you are afraid to freeze - come to me. How is your algebra?

- OK, I'll come. Algebra, as always, she said suddenly.

Sasha almost jumped for joy.

- And what time are you waiting, madam? - he strained smile.

- After lunch, I guess.

Sasha's heart pounded with anxiety and joy. She will come. She will come!

Tomorrow is Sunday. Where to float bro? And mother? Here is the problem!

But in the morning it turned out that neither bro nor mother would go anywhere.

"What to do?"

Sasha thought.

“And what if to tell the mother that it’s like that, Natasha will come to visit. And sit like a human. She, Natasha, should like this. Like she's like my bride. And I'll be a good boy all day. Maybe it will be better?

And he decided. And said mother.

“Well,” said the mother, “otherwise I think that she is not visiting us?”

“Yes, here she was ill,” Sashka lied.

“You would visit her, it's not good to forget her friend,” said the mother.

What a warm word she used - “girlfriend”. “Bride” is something adult. This is something binding. And "girlfriend" is great. With her, with a friend you can kiss and all that ... And commitment - at least.

Natasha came in two. Probably, she was ready for the fact that Sasha was alone at home. Because a slight surprise was reflected on her face when he said:

- Come in, we are waiting for you.

She smiled. Sasha realized that she was really glad that he was not alone. Was she afraid of him? After all, they have already been so many times alone. Of course, Sasha was not an angel, but, on the other hand, he never did anything like that ... In a word, he did not rape.

- Good afternoon, something you haven't come to us for a long time, bride.

Sasha thought he misheard.

He felt his ears turn red.

He looked at his mother in surprise, then at Natasha.

He saw the girl instantly turn red.

- Mom, well, what are you saying ... - Sasha babbled.

- Why? I can quite call that my son's girlfriend, - smiled mother.

“Hello,” whispered Natasha.

- Do not be shy. And do not be offended. I'm in my own way. We are simple people.

“Hi,” grunted bro, leaning out of the kitchen.

“Hello,” answered Natasha.

- How is your health after an illness? - mother asked carefully.

- What disease? - Natasha was surprised and looked at Sasha.

He, standing behind his mother, frantically grimaced, showing that he needed to lie to salvation.

- Oh yes! There was a temperature. Now - fine, - muttered Natasha.

“Spring, everybody is sick now,” said the mother.

- Yes. Everything. Many, - Sashka put in a valuable thought.

- Well, let's go, lunch is ready!

- No, that you, I already ... - Natasha tried to argue.

“We are all“ already ”, the mother concluded philosophically and added. - Lead the guest.

- Come on, let's go, - Sasha took Natasha by the hand.

Then they sat at the table and ate soup with meatballs, Sasha loved him very much. And there were also meatballs with mashed potatoes. And here the mother tried, adding mashed slightly fried onions and some spices. It all ended with some coffee with small sandwiches.

“I’m not suggesting a fever,” said the mother, a little guiltily.

- Of course, that you, we do not ... - Natasha began.

- It is known that "not." Our guests drank everything, - smiled mother.

At the word "guests" Sasha remembered Katya. He furtively glanced at Natasha.

No, it seems that she did not react to the thought of the mother about the guests. Thank God.

After eating, they went to his room. As soon as the door was closed, Sasha embraced Natasha, she stood with his back to him, he buried his nose behind her ear, his hands gently squeezed both her breasts ... And at that very moment the door knocked politely.

- Can I be with you. I'm bored, - the brother stood guiltily at the door.

“Of course, come in,” said Natasha, glancing at Sasha merrily.

- Come on, sit with us, - added Sasha.

Strange, there was no evil for bro.

Not like before.

Chapter 16

On the ninth of May there was a big celebration. No wonder - Victory Day.

Invited veterans. The most beautiful girls of the school were entrusted with handing them flowers. Sasha was proud that Natasha was among those chosen.

Oh, what beautiful women they were!

Slender, graceful figures, clear, sparkling eyes, short, uniformed dresses, white aprons, bows on their heads — there was something childlike in all this, but high mounds of breasts and slender, strong, highly naked legs evoked perfect concrete, and, forgive god, sinful thoughts.

The girls handed veterans flowers and kissed them.

Sasha could not take his eyes off Natasha. Here she went to the gray-haired man, he was much taller than her, so she handed a bouquet, so she reached for the veteran to kiss him. He bent slightly. From the fact that Natasha rose on tiptoe, the lower edge of her uniform brown dress began to creep up. As if spellbound, Sasha watched Natasha's legs being exposed. Higher, higher, higher. Yes, how tall they are, these veterans!

It seemed like a couple of centimeters and the panties would be visible, but no, it was at that moment that the veteran released Natasha and she, turning easily, quickly returned to her seat.

"Today. I want today. - Sasha repeated like a spell to himself.

He was worried. But not at all as before. The experience gained with Katya gave him a certain confidence. After all, he planned everything. Everything. In the bushes, by the river, in a plastic bag, from yesterday, lay a blanket. The right pocket of the trousers seemed to be smoking from that amount of mental energy, from how many thoughts and hopes were sent to the small, cherished bag that wasted in it.

“She will be mine. My. - he thought, to the pain of clenching his fists.

Sasha looked to the right and caught Dimka’s gaze on himself.

Cold and alert. But Sasha did not look away. He endured.

For a minute they looked at each other like cats in March.

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