small round mirrors. The invention was a great success. And Sasha himself stuck. If anyone asked, what is it for? “So fashionable” was the answer. But the device had a purely practical purpose. You come close to the girl, you start a conversation about this and that. And you yourself look down at your toes, at the mirror. Everything is visible, not very good, but it is clear. Charming legs go up girlish legs. There, at the top, a mysterious, alluring darkness, but if you really want to, if the skirt is short enough, plus good lighting, it happens that you are lucky and you can see, guess what color the panties on this lovely creation, called classmate.

And what does the smart and inquisitive guy see?

So! Today Helen put on blue pants, and yesterday were yellow. And what on Tamara? To answer this question it was enough to approach Tamara. Only one thing was bad. The girls quickly got to the core of the invention and were complained about the class. The collapse of the enterprise was quick and terrible. All Stakhanovists were summoned to the director. Removing mirrors was like tearing away awards from gymnasts of degraded order bearers. With the only difference that the perpetrators themselves had to execute an execution of themselves.

But the defeat did not suppress progressive thought. And the boys came up with other ways to satisfy their natural interest. Although, of course, the highest degree of knowledge of the subject remained a desire, a dream, a hope that someday there will be a girl who will allow the boy to stroke it there, to stroke it so that this product excitedly rustled under his quivering fingers.

And Sasha lived to such happiness.

So, Sashkin's palm reached the edge of the girl's panties and froze. At the same moment Natasha's palm fell on his hand. Which meant: "above - no, no."

And Sasha obeyed. Today's success seemed to him an indescribable triumph. He even forgot the main postulate - to demand a little more than allow.

They continued to kiss, and his clumsy hand lay meekly in the conquered territory. I wanted air. And Sasha broke the kiss. Natasha also inhaled as if she had emerged from the depths of the sea.

Now I had to talk. But there were no words.

Her eyes, nose, lips - all this was very close.

Sasha began kissing her nose and cheeks with small, frequent kisses.

“Natasha, I love you,” he squeezed out of himself.

Wow!

“I know,” Natasha answered quietly.

Hello! All canons were crumbling. She should have answered “And I love you” or even better, “I love you too,” and here - “I know.” So what do you know? After all, not the news on TV watching! My head was all mixed up. I just wanted to ask: “Do you love me?” But for some reason Sasha was now shy.

He reached out again to her slightly swollen lips, and they began to kiss again.

If at that moment he was told: “Die for Natasha!” He would have died.

Chapter 3

From that day a new, wonderful page opened in their relationship. Now Sasha had the right to caress Natasha's legs under her skirt and even touch her there, higher. From these caresses was breathtaking. For some reason, there was a catastrophic lack of time. As soon as they sat down at the table, ostensibly to learn their lessons, they immediately began to hug. It seemed that quite a bit of time passed, and suddenly a polite knock on the door informed them that it was time ...

Oh god, it turns out, it's been three hours already!

But it seemed like thirty minutes, not more.

Maybe bro deliberately let the clock?

No, he, as it turned out, could not think of such a thing.

A few weeks passed and it turned out that hugging, sitting on chairs, is extremely uncomfortable. Sasha’s heart beat more and more often from the thought that here, very close, was a sofa, on which you could (in the long term!) Sit Natasha.For some reason, in the Petka bikes, all the girls themselves literally jumped into his bed the very first time, and here the usual creaky chairs were the ultimate dream.

Indeed, he could not say to Natasha: “Let's go to the sofa!”

One hundred percent that she will ask: “Why?”

And what to answer?

And Sasha understood. Needed a reason.

And the thought came.

He worked all evening. But Natasha did not seem to notice his works. She, as always, immediately sat down on her favorite chair. Sasha sat down beside him. The course of algebra turned out to be brief, as usual, since it was written in the textbook “The Short Course of Algebra”. Having worked, they began to kiss. But now Sasha had a problem, it was necessary to somehow draw her attention to his work. But Natasha did not look anywhere. Generally, kissing, she slightly covered her eyes. And Sasha decided.

“Look what pictures I have,” he said proudly.

- Where? - as if the girl woke up.

- Vaughn, - and Sasha showed with a look towards the sofa.

Natasha looked. All the space above the sofa was turned into a home wall newspaper. In order to get acquainted with it, it was necessary to come closer. This was Sashkin's erotic cunning. Like a rabbit, hypnotized by a boa, Natasha rose from her chair and went to the sofa. Sasha modestly became the back.

He was ready to give comments, like an artist in a personal exhibition.

What just was not on the wall! And Michael Jackson, and Pugachiha, and Apina, and “Na-na”, and Rastorguev, and Stallone, and Sasha himself in various years of life. The photos were big and small. Sasha has provided it. To better consider those that are smaller, you had to move very close, and even better get on the sofa. For example, stand on his knees. This was Sashkino know-how.

And the bait worked.

Natasha went to the sofa close. At first they looked at those photos that were bigger. Then Sashka decided to set a good example and got on his knees on the sofa and began to comment on a smaller photo. Natasha remained standing nearby. But she was already hard to see. And then Sasha began to poke a finger at very small photos.

“I can’t see anything, petty,” said Natasha whimsically.

- And you get here, - Sashka answered her.

So, easily. As if it was their common sofa.

At the same time, he gathered in his voice everything possible at the moment innocence.

And Natasha, slightly embarrassed, got into her knees on the sofa. Now they were close again, and Sasha’s heart almost jumped out of her chest. Slightly, almost in a friendly way, he hugged Natasha by the shoulders. At the same time, he continued to make his explanatory movements with his free hand. True, he already thought badly.

"Calm, calm!" - pounded in the left ear.

“Come on, well, what are you!”, Someone wheezed with Petka’s right voice.

"Do not hurry, do not rush!". - this is again in the left.

"Cover her, she is ready!". - heard the advice of the experienced in the right ear.

"Do not flush out girlish trust!" - edifying hissed in the left ear.

Sashka stretched out his hand a little and felt Natasha’s chest, cup of her bra under his fingers. He hugged her tight and pulled her close. Now he had no time for pictures, he kissed the girl on the cheek, then on the lips and began to carefully and carefully throw her on the sofa. To his great surprise, Natasha did not oppose at all, moreover, she laughed strangely. Small and quiet laugh. In the end, they went to bed. That is, not that absolutely, no, but somehow, half-lying, or something. But it was unthinkable! Natasha, his girlfriend, was lying on his couch! And he was next to her! Fantasy!

But, apparently, this day was marked in the celestial office by some special sign. Because after long and hot kisses, when Sashka again whispered in his ear to Natasha that he loved her, she suddenly kissed him and, stroking his head, quietly whispered: "I love you too, Sasha."

That's what she said! Well, class!

From these her words, Sasha seemed to explode. He became eagerly and hastily kissing Natasha, and his playful hands seemed to have healed their lives. It seemed that someone else was driving them, Sasha's hands. And, apparently, he exceeded his authority.At some point, Natasha firmly grabbed his hands (yes she is strong!), And he stopped her stormy, spontaneous ... Read more →