At one point Slavik was close to her. Now they have been sheltered, muffled one blanket, and I suddenly felt strongly, as he is, under the blanket should be good, and I sorely wanted the same. I interrogative looked at Marina and nearly zadohnulsya for joy when they heard her quiet words: - Do you want, how they? Zalaz.Ya quickly became a shelter, belatedly considerations, and so what all have blankets, I had to look around and defeated - all have been muffled, but most importantly, it was another: it is not clear in the light of the TV I had to consider that the screen Almost no one is watching! Most parochek without conscience zazreniya kissed napropaluyu. Chubbyland - adolescents. After a minute Katya completely turned to Slavik, and I saw that he embraced her and began to kiss in the neck.

Goddamn it, do not sit me istukanom! Pretending that I wanted to raspryamit zatekshuyu hand, I extended it to the Marina and once it is embraced it. I feared her reaction, suddenly rasserditsya, but no, she did not rasserdilas, and moreover, murknuv like a cat, she pouyutnee prizhalas to me so that my hugging her hand touched her breast. On this, and I could not dream of. My jaw almost covered her cheeks, I felt faint smell of drugs and cheap spirits, kill me - do not remember what happened on the screen, but I well remember that in the room heard the sound of quiet kissing, that only a few minutes so I osmelel that began its free hand oglazhivat her knees, her flannel gown rapidly smyalsya upward, and my warm fingers gently, as if touching something sacred, steel caress her feet there in the no-height, her skin was so smooth, I really wanted to move the hand higher, but I am so afraid that she resentment.

I looked at her face, I saw her eyes shine, I also saw that her mouth was priotkryt, she looked straight at me and suddenly sglotnula. I do not know why but I suddenly leaned to kiss and vpilsya, in its semi-Bay. The heart of my stuchalo somewhere here, the output of the throat. Never before have I do not kiss.

The most wonderful was that I not only kissed her, but it was me. Before, I could not and think that this is such a big difference. Now, nothing could restrain my waggish leg, I boldly went ahead with its wild, inexpressible delight felt by the fingers edge of her lacy trusikov. But it was not all. We have continued to osculate, I moved a hand to her knees, then back up to the cherished lace, and I would hardly dare to something more (and what could be more, but it turns out to), like all of a sudden I felt that its closely razdvinulis short legs a bit, quite a bit, but that was enough, that my hand skolznula between her thighs, hot, and I am not stopping, moved his fingers up and nearly choknulsya.

It was what. First, we continued our eternal kiss. But it was another. My fingers were lying on her panties. Yes, yes, there. Through the thin fabric of her, I felt a small knoll, I gently move your hands, trying not to leave his or her magic conquest. Sexape - thirteen wildness of passion. I was in the seventh heaven. I loved Marina. I worship her. The sudden sound of biting poschechiny interrupted idyll. - Are you, crazy or something? - Katia cut Slaviku fast, very warmly. - Are you what, just svihnulas? - Mumble, he is guilty. - And you? - Proshipela it. Most parochek zashevelilis suddenly, as if they woke. Steel talk. We Decompress hug. I have great regret removed his hand from a girl's tela.

Tetrad Natasha / notebooks, book. What you do? Why do I have you invented? If you write the truth, so if someone reads, here is a scandal. Exclude from school, at a minimum. Although I have not stolen, not Bill anyone on the head, no reason for the brothers, brothers or less. Well criminal in my records? My truth, my frankness, but can they and do not need anyone? Break, so throw. But what about the contract? Samah all brought in the bushes. No, sugar, tyani its vozok. My vozok? My vozok - meter long and seventy-three, weighing sixty-two. Chernenky. Brown eyes, all the time, slightly wetted. Sponges fat. Handles naughty.

Voice type; Bu-bu-bu;. Good mental capacities. For the week, we engaged in a photograph with him. Okay, that his mother was at home. Otherwise, one girl would be lower. And both types of phrases; Zakrichu; managed to keep him in the distance. Hot. Hot. Touch, what I touch, whisper it, and his teeth are fine stuchali. Solved. Touch. One word. Wow. You see, you see, this is it for you so worth it. I can see. The horror. It is not for that I am not instead. Will, as in the anekdote about a monkey and an elephant. Of course, I told him this. And I have not been so calm, as now, when all of this writing. Lord, what shall I do? I feel even a little bit, and I am assigned.

Published in the chair, with the consent of avtora.Kopirovanie and distribution without permission is prohibited! / 1Glava 6. / / Tetrad Dimy / nepruha Here, I got sick. Mother excuse me for the doctors and found that the entire two weeks I will have to be held in a hospital in the neighboring town, close, but still. And here I am in the hospital. The Office for teens at the third, the highest floor. In the House of us ten souls. Diseases of the most different about this uninteresting.

The age of thirteen to sixteen. The most senior Sergey. His low voice, it is for the president, his every listen. On the first evening he sat down with me on the bed and began rassprashivat who I am and where. He said a low voice, but his voice, as I said, was a special, it was far heard, even when he spoke very quietly. - Saw what we have here girls? - He said. - Do not seen it. - How so? - Serge, he was still in the dining room was not - zableyal boy out of bed by the window. -A's - extended Serge - Well, now let us go to dinner, vyberesh himself.

He said, as if it was about choosing toys. In response to my puzzled look, he explained guilelessly: - Devok we have twice as many as patsanov, working long, every male in the account. I burst out laughing. - Yes you are hilarious, it was good - Sergei concluded. - At dinner, muzhiche in time for dinner - zavereschala nurse. Muzhiche from thirteen to sixteen zasuetilos, potyanulos in the dining room. - Come on -Sergei carefully pushed me forward.

Dining room was small but cozy. Each table sat four knife and fork. - O, fresh - was a thin girlish voice. - Take replenishment, his name is Dima, - said Sergey. - To us, to us - poslyshalos from distant table. - Topay there, every name, and not robey - blessed me Sergei. And I went, feeling like dozens of eyes regarded me appreciate. - Sit down to us, Dimochka - I watched two beautiful girls. They sat boy, my years, and one seat was free. His I took, and, finally, inspected.

Women and the truth was less, but not twice. For a complete couple lacked, I thought two. Sosedok my name was Marina and Katya, the boy called Slavik. Shifts of patients raznesli dinner and a meal started. We quickly call. Find out who from where. - TV come to see? - Asked Marina. - Come - I said, and the heart of why some disturbing zabilos. - Blanket Let's not forget - said Katya. - Why? - Naively I asked. - Well, there is usually cold - extended a Marina, obkusyvaya chicken leg.

- Yes, Yes to get warm - poddaknula her Katya. Frenchcum - adolescents. - Do you have long here? - I asked, that as a support call. Searchgals - thirteen wildness of passion. - I week, Katia - two, but Slavik, how are you doing here, Slavik? - Eternity - Slavik said. - Here, Slavik is eternity, God, how many years lived this chicken? - Perhaps, too, eternity - I joked. The girls laughed, and Slavik nadulsya seems obidelsya. Dinner quickly. From the dining room, I walked next to the Marina. - Look not forget, come in the red corner - whispered Marina.

I happily nodded her. In the House began the distribution of injections and medication. Nurse young, but us, it does not hesitate. Every two and ready. To under shovels, who in the ass. It was found that among us there are those who have to sit hurt. In like. In the window stemnelo. Sergei looked at his watch. Throughout the day the House was only him and me. - It's time Bratva, - he said quietly and began to withdraw from his bed quilt. Bratva silently followed his example.

I, too, gently lifted the blanket, roll a roll, get, just like the soldiers in the film. Red Corner - a separate room at the end of the floor. Much to my surprise it was not the traditional wooden chairs and several soft sofas, I think, five pieces, now do not remember, even had three seats, but what! These were old, deep, leather chairs, they could drown. Seats stood behind the sofa. A wall stood a table, it was a big TV set. He was included. Sit as if tickets were purchased in advance.

Sergey with a beautiful brunette - sponges bantikom, sat down together in a chair, behind all the remaining two seats took two more couple. On couches sit on four people. One observed strictly. Among the quartet each had two girls and two patsanaYa sat on the sofa, almost from the very walls, sat next to me, Marina, Katya and Slavik lights-Carcasses, Gus - delivered a low voice, Sergei. The same lad that six to Sergei in the House, rvanulsya to the light switch and deactivated.

I kept a blanket, not knowing what to do with it, the room was nice and warm in summer yet. Next to me sat a little crowded and unto me, Marina, I tried to look at the screen, but my eyes involuntarily slope down, and I saw the front of her knee, half covered short hospital bathrobe naked thighs, her shoulder, her side - all of which concerned me And I felt like I was covering Sweet love vexation. - Where is your blanket? - Asked Marina. - Yes, yes, let's ukroems ya - prochirikala Katya. I filed a Marine Region blankets, on the other hand Slavik filed his. The girls excitedly began to harbor their legs, as if it was really cold. In the end, they both have been muffled, like a doll. - I? - Whisper Slavik said. - Zalaz - genially replied Katia and raspahnula blanket.

I caught hold of her knee and divorced her legs. I Pull over to her and felt that the coast is clear. My experience with Zheney and Lidkoy affected, I confidently sent to a cherished goal. - I hurt, I hurt - zaprichitala it, sensing my head. I also felt. Barrier virginity with nothing is not confused. I retreated a little bit more accurately, left, which was directly at the entrance cherished. - Now, honey, now that hurt only at the very beginning - I prosheptal. - And in the end, too! Pupils and students use a condom! It is almost a month, but I still can not understand why I have this minute but died of heart break.

Who he was, the cattle, podslushavshy us and ryavknuvshy because of the wall that phrase is in this culminating moment of our embrace? If I could I would kill him, whoever he may be. And then, and afterward. And always. Trice all over. We are frozen on each other, like a mouse, but only momentarily. In the next minute for the wall of the house poslyshalis steps, I jumped podtyanul trousers and with words; Ubyu; jumped from pergolas. There is, of course, no one was.

I Kinula back in the pavilion. Natasha sat on the table, her robes was button up. Come! Vzdohnuv, I sat side by side. I embraced it. Kissed. I saw that she was crying. - Come on - I stroked her shoulders. - Never again leads me here, you hear? - Whisper it through the tears. - Well, well - I was responsible, although the thought, and where did you lead? - Come home - she said. - Come on. - Give me. - What? - What is taken away. - What do you mean? - Konchay sham. And then I realized. Nagnuvshis, I found a table under her panties. She thought that I took them myself.

- For, behold. She put them in the pocket robes. - You do not odenesh? - On the floor? I pristyzheno silent. Here's what it means girl-chistyulya, I smiled to myself. It will be better for the town without cowards than put on them after they went on the floor pergolas. We came out of the house, never became the shelter of our love. The night was dark, more than ever, loudly singing crickets - our night minstrelsy, densely smelled of night-violet. Carefully we went to the break, we walked past the other arbors, which were other lovers.

Mysterious, with nothing comparable romp not heard of these small budochek, where lessons were first love, many Pacany and girls in our town. We are, to me, it - no luck. Maybe lucky, who knows? Tetrad Ani / My Life, alas, is one scenario. All day I vozhus in the household, helping the mother, the father of the evening comes, the ancestors of almost immediately begin to stink, and I'm on the street. - walk again? - Sashka smiles through large crack in the fence. - Gulyaem, Uncle Sasha. - Anjuta, I have asked the last time you did not call me uncle.

- Okay, Uncle Sasha. - Here's why you ride? I am not humiliated. Last time we were sitting with him almost up to twelve. He was telling me about his unfortunate life, about his wife escaped. Sympathized with, that my ancestors scandals. Then he asked, so I called him Sasha. I tried a couple of times, but today again as the inconvenient. My problem, I can not pass him. Parents skubutsya - this is one trouble, but Andrew became my reason to avoid it, here it is not clear. In meetings gives the eye does not come to visit.

Already twice. And even if it were not for fibber that will come. All would have been easier. Here is impossible to talk about Andrew. And the rest - who have a cry. Sashka both Sashka. He will hear me, I have it, and we both easier. Kindgirls - thirteen wildness of passion. - Well, go, Anjuta. From priotkryvaet gate, and I slip inside. We go to where sat last time. This is a small bench under the most windows of his house by a garden. We sadimsya. - See how fast dark - I say. - Coming soon fall, Anjuta. I like that because he calls me. Anjuta. Even Andrew was not my calling.

After singing crickets at night. So on one tree, then another. Very nice. We listen in silence them. - How do they do? - Ask me. - Trut foot on the abdomen, where they have a special cavity. - Resonator, so what? - Well, it is a cavity, which enhances the sound. Both the phonograph. - How do you know everything? - Because I older than you. Much. - Too much. - Of course, much more. I remember how you are born and your mother showed me you over the fence. Spelenatuyu. Only lichiko vidnelos. - And how much were you then? - Sixteen. - Have probably led girls here? - No.

Do not lead. - You fool, lead, lead! - Here - do not lead. This bench has not yet been made. - And where did lead? - By the river, went to the sea. Actually, I loser in these cases. - Why? - Well, if only because my first woman to become my future wife. - This is wonderful. - But I am certain it was not the first. - So what? - I do not second. - Lord, why men attach to this is of great importance? - Natural selfishness. The sense of ownership. Here, it can not be helped. He lightly embraced my waist. His hand washeavy and warm.

- What are your boys? Now all are starting so early. - What are the boys? - Well, I do not know. Classmates or postarshe. You meet someone? - A single, yes splyl. - Why so? - Do not uvazhila on demand. - Well, it is not right. You loved him? - Love was. - And he loved you? - Now I do not know. He had just one thought. - As you can not vlyubitsya. - Do not exaggerated. - No, you are such a beautiful and sweet that I have and love. His hand comes alive, he gently ironing me, and I hesitate to alienate him. - Anjuta, I'm so lonely.

Be my angel-keeper. - What is it? - Do not know. Let me admire you. Come with me. Though at times. - Here I come. - Thank you. - How was dark. How many have time? - Ten. - Wow. I'll go, I will settle down already. - But you do not want to leave? - I do not want. - Here and encourage me. - Search will begin. - Then go. I transplanted you over the fence. - No, I seriously. - Now check. It arose from the shops. Then nagnulsya and easily lifted up my arm. - Sasha, though. What! I am heavy. - Not at all heavy. That is how I will take, and claimed.

- Where? - In the dark forest. - And a dark wood uvolok lamb? - Uvolok. He ran up shop, but I did not let go. Turned out that I was sitting on his lap. But! - Now what? - I asked quietly. Snakesworld - adolescents. My lips were straight from his cheeks. - Now? - Now. - I now you kiss. And he kissed me. Easily so, touched his lips and all. - Your boy so you kissed? - No. - What? - On Grizes me - I laughed, recalling how Andrew kissed me. - You like it? - To enjoy, if it gryzut? - And do you like? - He kissed me again, and I felt his hand on his chest. - You makeprogress, maestro - I carefully tried to move his arm.

- You nravish'sja me, Anjuta - he again began to kiss me, and not removed the hand. - There is no need, Sasha - I prosheptala. - Why? Is your boy you do not allow themselves well to touch? - But you do not, my boy. - What if I want that? - What? - I slap mosquito at its foot. Zamuchili, cursed. - Be your boy. - Do not vgonyay me in the paint. - So dark the same, and I still do not see anything. Although would like to. - What would? - See how you krasneesh. - Do you have everything in fro nt. Wow, what a hint, I do it. Even by itself is not expected. He responded to my words and then kissed me, just now, and his hand on my knee, I discourage it, but so lightly. Our exciting race ends that I ask a mundane question: - And what time? Time is already so much that I could save only one. What are my ancestors, one's heart's content narugavshis, fell asleep. More stories Oleg Boltogaeva you can find.