That's it.

Solemn line ended and everyone rushed into the hall. A concert was promised.

- Natasha, wait a minute, - Sashka walked alongside and tried to speak calmly.

- What? - she was clearly agitated by being in the spotlight.

- Let's go to the river?

- Where? - she was amazed.

- To the river, see what the weather is like. Spring ends if you notice.

- And the concert?

- Have you ever seen a concert?

- Saw.

- Well, today will be the same as last year. Pyramids, poems, songs.

- what are the pyramids?

- Of the pioneers.

- Not good somehow.

- What's not good"?

- Well ... inconvenient.

- It is inconvenient to sleep on the ceiling. Let's go for a walk. It's so cool there now.

- I do not even know.

- Come on, I'll leave right away, and you come in about twenty minutes.

- Where?

- To the dunes. There, where three pines in a row. Do you remember?

He specifically asked so. Because she had only one thing to remember - how he untied the tapes of her swimsuit. And how they kissed.

Just think, a year has passed.

“I remember,” she blushed slightly.

Yeah, right on the bull's eye! I remembered! Fine.

“I'll be there waiting for you,” the voice was treacherously hoarse.

- Ok, come on. Just not long, okay?

- As much as you want, so much and we will be there.

At that moment, he thought something different - shameful. About how much they should be there.

"Why do I have such rude, base thoughts?" - reproached himself Sasha.

- So I went. I am waiting, - he said and, without turning around, began to leave the site.

To be honest, he was afraid that at the last moment she would say no.

But no, these terrible words in the back nobody told him.

He went to the river. Where she fell into the sea. It seemed that she, their quiet river, did not want to flow into the sea, and therefore made unbelievable loops already along the coast. As if she wanted to be even a little bit more river.

A magpie flew over Sasha's head. Cracked.

Here are three pines. And over there, behind those bushes, they embraced Natasha last year. Now there was almost no foliage and everything was looked through.

“Has nobody seen us then? - thought Sasha. - Lord, and now where to hide? ". - this question directly burned it.

Sasha came down from the terrace. I looked around. It seems that this place is not viewed from anywhere. Decided to stay here. Ran, brought a package with a veil.

She sat down nearby and pretended to be busy with her own affairs.

Sasha knew that now this cunning bird would not lag behind and would follow him.

Time passed and went, but Natasha was not and was not.

Half an hour.

Forty minutes.

Hour.

“Is it really deceived? Or something prevented her? - pondered Sasha.

A thin girlish figure in a blue dress flashed in the distance.

"Damn it. Anyway, and here someone is hustling - thought Sasha, and said to himself: - Well, Romeo, stomp home. ”

He realized that he was waiting in vain.

- Citizen, why are you hiding here?

Sasha almost jumped in surprise. He turned his head.

Behind him, on the very edge of the terrace, stood Natasha. In a blue dress.

So this is his figure he saw! And did not know. In, noodle! She, it turns out, has changed clothes! So she ran home, which is why she was so late. Well, doing!

She also had a small white handbag on her shoulder. Just like a lady!

“Hi,” he mumbled.

- Good morning, have not seen each other for a long time, - Natasha laughed.

- Get down to me, - said Sasha.

“We, it seemed, were going for a walk,” she answered.

- Go here. Then we will walk, ”Sasha said hoarsely, giving her his hand.

Natasha looked around and, leaning on Sasha's hand, slid down. Now they stood nearby. Sasha was holding her hand. So, what is next?

- I would say that you go to change clothes. Out of all, waiting for you.

- Yes, I myself did not think. Already went. Then I look at myself. Uniform, apron.

- Why? This is very erotic.

- What?

- Well, uniform, white apron, bows.

- Yeah. Like a fool.

“Not a fool at all,” Sasha pulled her close and kissed her lips.

- No, you fool.

- No, not a fool.

“What came to you is a fool.”

- I love you, Natasha.

- You're lying, probably?

- Not. It's true.

- True true?

- True true.

He carefully, as if for the first time, put his hand on her chest. Lightly squeezed.

The desire was unbearable. Sasha patted Natasha's back, then his hand slid lower, to the waist, even lower. He, choking with emotion, touched, crumpled, her elastic ass, he attracted the girl to him, tighter, even denser. Natasha's handbag interfered with hugging, and Sasha threw it over his shoulder.

The kiss was long, passionate.

“Come on,” he whispered hoarsely.

- Where? - her voice trembled.

“This way,” and he pulled her under the bush of the sucker.

“But it’s damp there,” Natasha said capriciously.

“But we have what we have,” said Sashka, and took a blanket from the bag.

“Wow, the piano is in the bushes,” said Natasha.

“Come on, spread out,” Sasha whispered.

But he spread the blanket himself. Natasha stood nearby and watched him do it. Sasha sat down and held out his hands to the girl. She did not come close.

“Come to me,” he said softly. And put her handbag next to him.

Natasha stepped towards him and sat on the edge of the bedspread.

- Come here, Natasha, come to me, - repeated Sasha.

“I have already arrived, I am here,” Natasha breathed.

And Sasha embraced her.

- And what if someone sees us? - whispered Natasha, looking around.

“No one will see us,” Sasha hastily unzipped the buttons on her chest.

He was wrong.

Soroka saw everything!

Because watching them!

She saw everything!

And the way they kissed.

And the way the young man slowly and carefully began to overwhelm the girl on the bedspread.

Then they kissed for a long time lying down.

And the hands of the boy did not know peace.

Especially right. Soroka saw everything.

Having slipped under the hem of the dress, she, this hand, remained there.

Then the young man knelt down. And I saw forty well.

The girl's legs were now completely naked. A dress crumpled on his stomach.

And he, the boy, began to pull off little white panties from her hips.

Then he fell again to his girlfriend.

Forty did not miss anything. And the fact that the boy's pants began to crawl down.

Then forty noticed a new movement, but did not attach much importance to this. Because it was, in her opinion, not dangerous for her or for her nest. She became agitated much later when they got up.

And what was happening now did not bother her.

She did not understand the words she had heard.

- Natasha, does it hurt you, Natasha? - Sasha whispered, choking with passion.

“Yes, it hurts me ..., it hurts,” her words came from far away, as if from a distance.

- Natasha, pretty, be patient, be patient, I am now, I am now.

He was pushing his tense hero, but something was hindering, Sasha clearly felt this. And this feeling, the understanding that he still achieved his goal, that he deprives Natasha of virginity, from this, it seemed, his blood was about to boil. His little experience with Katya told him that he was on the right track, that the tip of his organ had hit the right place and now only a decisive push was needed, and that’s what he couldn’t do. He wanted the girl not to be very painful, but she screamed loudly and jerked under him. It turned out that she was in pain, but he could not release her anymore.

From a distant memory area, Katya’s instructions suddenly surfaced.

How the guy should behave with virgins.

And deciding, he firmly pressed Natasha and pushed himself into her. Strong pushed.

And got into it. He overcame this coveted obstacle.

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