just a week. Spring was early and warm. Sasha completely gone crazy. It turned out that the kind of affection that they had agreed with Natasha only inflamed him more. He began to sleep badly. Every night he dreamed that he possessed Natasha, possessed for real, while he was so good, so wonderful that when he woke up, for a long time he could not come to his senses and realize that it was only a dream.

It also turned out that when Natasha was touching him down there, it turned out somehow not so rude, but somehow hard, his body demanded more gentle touches, but Sasha was embarrassed to say about this girl.

They began to go to the far corner of the park, in the evenings the aura of love was just there. Here and there, there were suspicious rustles and quiet whispers, which can not be confused with some other sound. It was a whisper of love. At first, Natasha did not want to go into this mysterious darkness, but Sasha led her, led, holding her hand tightly, and led almost by force. And Natasha was walking.

Once they almost stepped on a couple, which, located right on the young grass, apparently, they were lying on a raincoat, and despite the fact that it was very bad, Sasha froze from the sight of bare female legs, these legs were shamelessly spread out , half-bent at the knees, but the most terrible was in the other, between these bare legs the male ass moved strongly and rhythmically, the hot breath accompanied this whole scene. Sasha almost choked with excitement when he looked at it all. He pulled Natasha aside, he knew that she saw it all and he only wanted to throw her down on the grass and do it, do what the guy who was lying on his girlfriend was twenty steps away.

What if it was Petka?

Sasha embraced Natasha, for some time they kissed while standing. Then he bent her back, his hands continuously stroking her, he unbuttoned her raincoat, lifted her short skirt, touched her flat stomach, tightly covered with thin panties.

He wanted to take off her panties, but these damn gum for stockings interfered.

And he did, as usual. That is, panty pushed aside.

And completely lost my head. Whispering in a hoarse voice: “well, please, well, I beg you” he carefully laid her on his cloak and passionately pressed against her, he hastily, as if late, unzipped his pants and started poking into a hot place between her hips, he leaned on Natasha , just like the guy who was not far from his girlfriend, but he, Sasha, unlike the guy, didn’t work. He felt that he poked in her belly, in the thigh, then in the fabric of her panties.

His passion grew, and he was discharged, as always, that is, by.

But what is it!

For some time he lay on top, leaning on his elbows, so as not to push her hard. Then he leaned back and lay down on his back. Through the tree branches were visible bright stars. From somewhere far away came the sounds of city life.

Natasha sat down, began to straighten her clothes and wipe herself off with a handkerchief.

“Come to me tomorrow,” he said suddenly, in a hard and firm voice.

- Good. In what time? She asked quietly and meekly.

“Right after school,” Sashka answered, saying to himself: “That's it! Or or!"

Already in the morning he began to worry. What if the mother returns from work earlier than usual. Bro studied in the second shift, but he could tumble at the wrong time.

And a condom. Sasha never got hold of this thing. You could make an attempt to ask Petka. But how to make sure that he does not understand for what?

And Sashka decided to pull a condom from Petka.

Circumstances again were on his side. On this day there was physical education.And when all the boys, as frantic, ran around the gym, Sashka quietly jumped into the locker room, ran to the cabinet in which Petkina's clothes hung and deftly and unmistakably put his hand into the top pocket of his jacket. He almost jumped for joy - the cherished sachets were in place. Sasha grabbed two of them and, without stopping, rushed back into the gym, hiding the loot in the pocket of his sports pants as he went. It was probably the first theft in his life.

But for the holy cause!

He did not go home. He flew. Thank God, there was nobody. And the first thing he decided to learn to wear this product, because he remembered Petka’s stories about how someone was not so dressed.

No, everything seemed simple and understandable. He was thinking all the time about Natasha, his body defiantly stuck up. Sasha put the product to the tip and rolled it down.

Happened. And now what? So walk, waiting for Natasha?

So to say, "always ready!"

Well, do not shoot the same! Then, suddenly it breaks, when you start to shoot?

Sorry!

Another thought arose, is the product intact? But here he was worried for long.

Surely whole. The bag was not damaged. Sasha walked around the house.

The feeling was unusual. As if someone's hand holds tightly for the essence.

The bell rang, someone came. Sasha went to the door.

It was her.

Oh, she did not even go home! So came in school uniform.

“Hello, you, my love! And here I am, dressed up for your arrival! ”. - Of course, he thought so, but did not say.

She began to take off her shoes, and Sasha patted her on the back and whispered:

- How nice that you came.

“I did not go home,” whispered Natasha.

- And right.

- What is right? In an hour I have to be at home, otherwise they will start looking.

- Yah! Are you under such control?

And he thought: “Will we have time for an hour?”

And they went to his room. Natasha did not even ask where his mother and brother were.

Everything was clear.

Sasha pulled her to the couch. They sat down next to him, he hugged Natasha. How many times have they sat like that, how many times did they hug? But for the first time their hugs were supplemented by new sensations. Firstly, Sasha felt: “Natasha knows why she came,” and secondly, he had this thing on, which created such an unfamiliar sensation downstairs.

“Don't be afraid,” he whispered, throwing her on the sofa. She lay down meekly.

Hastily and somewhat vainly, he began to undress her. No, of course, not naked. Unzipped the dress on the chest. Next was the blue combination, white bra. He began to kiss her neck, and he began to stroke her legs above the knees.

She did not resist.

His heart pounded wildly. Is it really? Is it now?

“Lift up,” he whispered hoarsely, pulling off her white panties.

He carefully placed them on a chair and fell to her lips, caressing her hips with the hand.

Then, decisively, he himself was surprised how comparatively calm he did it, he unzipped his trousers and pushed them down along with his underpants. Natasha was breathing hot, sharply, Sasha clung to her.

“Sasha, Sasha, I'm afraid,” she whispered.

“Do not worry, I put it on,” he answered hoarsely.

To his surprise, Natasha squinted down, as if she wanted to make sure of what he said. But it turned out she saw something else.

- God, how huge it is, I'm afraid, Sasha!

- Do not be afraid, I will be careful, well, please, well, honey.

- No, no, what are you, he will not enter into me!

- Come in, you'll see, everything will be fine. Well, Natasha! Oh please! Well, you touched me, you know how he is. Natasha, well, Natasha.

He began to push her legs, which she tried to convulsively squeeze. She continued to babble something, about the impossibility of their intimacy, and Sasha suddenly decided that you just need to start kissing her, not letting her come to her senses.

And he fell to her lips. With his free hand, he stroked her breasts, trying to run his fingers under her bra, but the latter did not work well, and he moved his palm down to more familiar territory. And it worked.

Natasha no longer clutched her legs. And Sasha, hopping from a premonition, carefully and carefully spread her knees and lay on the girl. He lay down, leaning on his elbows, it seemed to him that it would be unpleasant for him if he fell upon her with all his weight. Madly only wanted one.It was impossible to tolerate.

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