Finally, the day came when the nudyatina called “School” ended. The exams passed, and only the grand prom remained in front. I was not aware of what was planned, but when I heard that parents at meetings choose between a restaurant and a final on the ship, it was clear to me ... Banalshchina just does not come out of their heads. Boredom, in short. However, there is nothing to do, there was no escape from it. He thoughtfully wondered how he would get the guys together for a real prom, after this masquerade. Cool music, plenty of booze ... The guy's thoughts flowed in a different direction. Maybe he will go to the head with his “girlfriend” (that she is his girlfriend, nobody knew him) in some other phase ...

Maybe she will let her hug, and even more. Much more. But then a sound train of thoughts returned to my head. You can't count on too much ... And a little scary, the guy admitted to himself. How it can pass, even he did not know. No, theoretically he was knowledgeable about what to do — he knew. But suddenly he gets into a fuss, or overpowers drinks ... This should be borne in mind, and not to use a lot of drinks. Sighing, he thought further, already about the details. Place, company, where and what to buy. Will buy it. The adults are almost everyone, and for some reason they believe in the word, only him.
So, in the thoughts and concerns, the days remaining until graduation.

At times, the guy was thinking about girls in his class. He liked many, each in his thoughts and more than once dragged into bed. He stripped, caressed, kissed ... But in reality, even though he behaved bravely, he never fell to. I didn’t even embrace with anyone, although his friend from the senior class last year told that he had fouled up with three, at different times, and one at the graduation. “This is a pickup truck, dude,” he said. But there was little confidence in that. Somehow his classmates do not look like those hot girls about whom a friend told him. He had so they almost hung themselves on him and moved his legs apart, but now, through the prism of time, the stories began to seem tales.
Each seemed to him an impregnable fortress. How to be? I want to ...
Of course, like many teenagers, the guy was obviously straining with himself. He wanted to do it, but every time after the “process” a sense of shame and irregularity came over with a new force. It seems that after having sex with a girl this should not be. But how to achieve this ...? So far, even on the horizon, such prospects have not loomed.

Finally, it's graduation day. Mom was busy choosing the best shirts, combing and generally, courting from all sides. It was hard, though parental care a little tired already, but it did not last long. At noon, he left the house and went to the school where the bus was waiting for them. Here the guy was waiting for the first wave of not amorous feelings at all. Girls from his class, attractive and in school conditions (and sometimes they put on light air skirts and transparent shirts, and once even was lucky to see the gum stockings) today looked like real princesses. Dresses and suits were filled with a variety of colors and styles. There were short dresses, and in the floor, and air, and tight. Eyes from the diversity ran. It was also impossible to stare too frankly, they would notice, and then you wouldn’t stand off, saying that they were not looking there.

Standing in the company of schoolmates, he kept glancing at the girls, who clustered together, sneaking at each other's outfits. Especially piquant was the moment when one of the girls, stepping aside for a tree (but the guy saw her), pulled the airy dress upstairs, and put a metal flask under the gum on the leg. Exposing the leg, she attracted attention with her perfectly smooth skin, enclosed in the airy fabric of the stocking. Mmm. Before restraining himself from vulgar thoughts, he swam, allowing the member to stand almost in plain view.In order not to be disclosed, he himself stepped aside. Looking at the girls like again and again.
Finally, it was time for departure, and the teachers began to pull up to the place. With them went three, middle-aged teacher of labor — broad-shouldered, pleasant-looking, and two teachers — Olga Grigorievna, their math teacher, and their classroom, Margarita Ivanovna. The first was remarkable for its appearance - a small, with small breasts, slim girl, which a graduate could take, not knowing anything about her, for the same age. This type of guy himself called "petit" - read in the book is ... Olga was blonde, with short hair, but curled hair.

Margarita Ivanovna was, in general, the usual appearance - but beautiful. Even black hair fell to the shoulders, the chest was rather wide (and at times he dreamed about it in the spring sultry lessons), rounded butt. Margarita Ivanovna was not as young as Olga G., but also not at all elderly. Her skin was smooth and smooth, her face was very pleasant, in addition to a good figure. Both teachers were dressed well - not so colorful and colorful as their pupils, but with taste. Olga had a short black dress with sequins hanging on thin straps, and on Margarita Ivanovna a cream-colored airy dress, condescending to the floor. Maxi. But she was going very well, considering her one small (or rather, no longer small) feature - he was already pregnant, and already in the sixth or seventh month (the guy didn’t understand this, his friends whispered). She was married, and she did not leave on maternity leave, waited for her class graduation — the class teacher had a warm and trusting relationship with him, and she could not leave them shortly before graduation.

She already had a big belly, folded in the folds of the dress already mentioned, and at her courage, she came in sandals on her heel - boldly, learning how they load her back. Olga was also in heels - in shoes. But considering her almost weightless body, and the lightness of nature - it also went her way and did not bother her at all.
So, here came the bus, and all together went. The plan was this - a restaurant on the outskirts of the park, dancing, a modest amount of wine or champagne, and until the evening. At 23 o'clock the bus collected those who wanted, and drove to the school.
In general, everything went well. The host was invited, in general, the holiday did not go as bad as the guy had originally thought. It was fun, and during the pair competitions he invited his passion, and they won. Of course, taking advantage of the situation, he modestly, but persistently touched her, stroked it there and there, and his mood became high. The end of the evening was approaching, it was already nine o'clock. All pretty drunk, although it quickly eroded in intense dancing to the disco music. It's time to act. He noticed that his lady's heart came out of the restaurant. He went to accompany her. When he hastily left the restaurant, she was still standing nearby, looking at the park.

- Hello! - he began.
- Yes, I saw - answered Diana. She was wearing a beautiful red dress, running in a rough incision, somewhere up to the knees, with shiny shoes on her legs. She looked amazing.
- Where are you going?
- And what is your interest? She asked.
- Yes, all of a sudden it is necessary to carry out, it is already dark, who is waiting in the bushes.
She laughed out loud.
“Besides you, Antipkin, there is no one to wait in the bushes!” Maniac is just you. She smiled broadly. You think I didn't notice how you pawed me? What do you want the body?
The guy blushed. Not that he was not ready for the fact that everything would be so noticeable, but still a little bit confused. The confusion quickly passed.

- You can and body. But I like you all.
- Wow, what confessions do we have at the very last moment! - exclaimed the girl - and how did you draw yourself this moment? I groan, throw into your arms, and together we go to the bushes, where do you poke something at me? Yes? Well, confess, as it is! - smiling, she continued.
The conversation went obviously not according to the scenario, which, indeed, drew itself in my head.
- Well no...
“Nooo,” she mocked him.She clearly felt power in the position of a guy. But the main ace was still to come. - I already have someone to do with it - winked ...