which the girl herself substituted with her eyes closed. He kissed the hips, knees, legs, dropping to the very feet and gently kissing cool soles and fingers. Ayana moaned quietly and often breathed from my caresses. I did not want to hurry, I wanted to prepare the girl for the first penetration, dispel her fear and excitement, kindle passion in her. I lay down beside her, drowning her in my arms, and our lips again gave way to meet each other. Kissing, I ran my fingers through the Yakut's long hair, stroked their sleek vines, and stroked my young face with my hands, with white skin, embers, and scarlet lips. Gliding my lips over the alabaster skin, I rushed down: my neck, collarbone, breasts, stomach, and reaching my destination again rubbed my lips against a gentle pubic fluff, then looked up at Ayyanu. The girl looked at me, raising her elbows and biting her lip, her eyes expressed excitement and uncertainty. Still looking into her face with a gentle look, I pressed my hands on the inner thighs of the hips a little bit, and the girl gave in to me, with her head thrown back onto the pillow and her legs wide apart. Instinctively, Ayyana covered her secret with her narrow palms, and my lips began to cover with thin kisses trembling fingers, until the girl pulled her hands to the side. My face was a couple of centimeters from the open female (though still a girl's) womb. I felt the heat emanating from him, the sweetish smell, could touch the sparse hairs covered with the edges of the vulva. I gently kissed the soft flesh and the girl shuddered. I ran my tongue between smooth lips and trembled Ayyan lowered in the back and leaned toward me, something moaned in the pillow. I caressed the girl TAM, with my tongue touching either the clitoris or my lips, and she fidgeted under me from passion, becoming more and more angry. From the caresses and desires of the young petals and the bud itself became very wet. That is what I wanted. Continuing to caress the flesh of the girl with my fingers, I raised myself up and lay down next to the pillow. Her eyes were covered, the black villas of her eyelashes trembled, and breathing and soft moans escaped her parted lips. Turning, I settled over Ayayan, pushing my legs between her thighs, and touched the head of slippery hot lips. A little pushing, I plunged into it, until I rested against the barrier. The girl shuddered and froze. I put my palms under my buttocks, slightly raising my pelvis and pressing a little harder, and Ayana leaned forward to meet me. The barrier broke, and I plunged into the feminine bosom, which took me in, with the heat and trembling of the flesh. At that, Aya gasped, her hands clutched at the sheet, but the pain quickly passed, replaced by growing excitement from my movements. Aiyana was coming to meet me when I plunged into it, and seemed not to let go of myself when I was moving in the opposite direction. Her thin fingers then scratched my back, then gently stroked the old scar on the scapula, then plunged into my short hair. Our bodies merged into a single organism, moving in a synchronized dance. I think I caught that moment when an orgasm struck her: she, like that, all trembled, convulsively shuddering and relaxing, went limp, leaning back on a wet pillow. Sweat appeared on her forehead, and thin black hair stuck to the wet skin with intricate spirals. Aya wrapped her neck around her, and clinging tightly to me with her fragile young body, plunged into a fleeting nervous sleep. Already later, when the dream became more deep and her arms loosened, one hand fell over the blanket and the other continued to lie on her back. I carefully got out of her arms and went into the shower. Having washed myself quickly, I put warm water in a basin and took a small towel and entered the bedroom. Throwing back the blanket, I examined the consequences of what turns a girl into a woman. There was a little blood: a couple of droplets on the sheet and small drips on the perineum and skin of the hips.I soaked one edge of the towel and carefully, so as not to wake my girlfriend, soaked these places with a cloth, then wetted it with a dry end. Putting everything in the bathroom, I lay down next. Ayyana turned on her side, and I pressed against her bare, still wet back, lower abdomen resting against the gentle buttocks and inhaling the juniper smell emanating from the hair. I could not fall asleep for a long time, scrolling through the events that took place that day, and various other thoughts. Sleep overcame me already well past midnight ...

We woke up together almost simultaneously and lingered in bed for a long time, since it was Sunday and there was no need to hurry anywhere. We talked, kissed, caressed each other and again chatted about this and that. When I finally left the bed to cook something for breakfast, I realized that by the time it would be more like lunch! We ate right in bed and stayed there until the early evening. Then we went to the hostel, where Ayyana took the necessary things, and on the way back we stopped at a restaurant and modestly, but with taste celebrated the birthday of my companion. And I gave her a small pendant on a thin chain of white gold and a new lens for her camera.

By early December, Ayyana finally moved to me ...

7.

May 2011, St. Petersburg

- Nick, you understand that it is damn dangerous! That territory is not controlled by our forces. If something happens and ... I can not scatter my best shots.

At the end of May, late in the evening, we sat in the office of the editor-in-chief of the magazine for a glass of cognac and discussed a brewing business trip to a nearby country where a military coup occurred.

- I'll go, Jura! This is not discussed. That's because I, as you say, is the best, which is why I should be there!

- No, no, Shevchenko won this - an ardent, young, let him go, the combat experience is gained. Kolya and I have sniffed the powder!

I just shook my head, disagreeing with my boss and old friend, and sipped a tart grape drink.

- Do you seem to have any progress in your personal life, huh? - Yura suddenly turned the conversation over and winked at me, smiling slyly. - Heard, heard, you old bastard!

- Yes, damn it, you know ..., - I looked away to the side, I still somehow embarrassed in front of colleagues for our relationship with a young student, but remembering the sparkling look and sincere smile of Ayyana, I myself involuntarily smiled. They look and smile like that only when they love, sincerely, with their soul, with their heart. - ... you know, yes, I fell in love. And I feel happy, maybe even for the first time in my life, having lived for so many years, I am happy! And I do not know, maybe this is an obsession, maybe everything is fleeting, and how long it will last, I don’t know, but while I am, while I love and feel that I am answered with sincerity and reciprocity, then every day is mine! Since God decided there, in heaven, that I am worthy of happiness, so I will drink it to the bottom, how much is measured, even if I have to pay a big price for it ... You know, Yura, it's worth it!

When I mentioned God, Yura (an unbeliever, like me) even raised his eyes to the ceiling, as if there really was a god hanging down instead of a chandelier and nodding, confirming my words.

- That's not fucking Kolya you go anywhere. Here you have happiness over the edge, eyes like a boy shine when you talk about it, and you are going to war. Durrrak! - innocuously replied Yura. - It was decided, I will send Shevchenko!

- No, Yura, let's not swear. I need this report. If you want - send me Shevchenko, if you want - separate from me. But I will go. Not from the editors, so in itself, a free reporter.

The editor-in-chief only wearily shrugged his shoulders, knowing that it was useless to argue with me, finished the cognac, putting the bottle and empty glasses in the drawer.

- Let's go home, Kolya!

8.

Ayana pressed her fragile body against me, as if she wanted to warm up, or was looking for protection. But from whom? From what?

Her thin fingers mechanically played with hairs on my chest, she touched my shoulder with her cheek, blowing her neck with her breath. I stroked the smooth, like marble, skin of her bare back, running her fingers along the ribbing waves of her slim body.Ayana lay, throwing her back on me and my thigh touched the silky fluff of her pubis.

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