He prizhal me and utknulsya nose in my neck. - Perhaps not - I replied, trying to discourage his hands. - This is why? - Because you are in the middle school and should not be. His hand lay on my chest. He slightly szhal them. Come on, prosheptala I do not stop, he said. Quite unexpectedly skolznuli his hands down, he stroked my stomach and suddenly began to raise upwards formennoe my dress. My God, what are you doing, stop! But he has not listened, I was closely szhala legs, his arm has been right on the panties. I sperlo breath. I felt that his fingers skolznuli under rezinku, no, not this, we have already learned this well-Lascoux, I know that the stop to control himself.

I uperlas hands in the table, I did not push off, felt his finger, my God, at least would not fall. I tried to protest when he pulled down my panties, there is no need, no need. Sweet love song. Suddenly he let me go, but only for a moment. Nervous and he began feverishly unbutton pants and after a moment again Pull back. He had not even kissed me, I thought. Hot and hard he tried protolknutsya between my thighs, razdvin legs, I heard. But I have heard both. Someone shivering in the door of the library. Tap, as salvation. Sounds like deliverance. I emerged from his embrace. Knocking did not hear that right? For the first time I saw him naked.

Large, vertically protruding member, thick bush of hair around, all I had time to notice. Awful. Is it possible to take themselves without pain and suffering? Yes, he turns it all. Mishka remarkably quickly poddernul pants and fasten them already. Dress, what do you prosheptal it to me. Go to open up, I said. And he left. I immediately brought up his clothes. Cheeks my ablaze. I approached the book shelf, grabbed the first book and was caught ostervenelo rub her cloth. - That you do not hear that right? - Zavuchka looked at me closely and angrily. - Not Heard, Catherine F. - prolepetala me. - A call should be placed on the door - Mishka added.

- Good idea, converges to the Building Superintendent, say that I am told to call here. - Okay, I'll say. - Now go and tell. Mishka left. Zavuchka utknulas some Talmud, it turns out she came with the test. It has long grunt, vypisyvaya himself in the book some priceless figures. Already back Mishka came razbuzhenny them Building Superintendent and the quietest materkami became the bridge on the door lock, but she murmured and murmured their spells. Projectvoyeur - ta, on which all my dreams:. We Mishka crossed to the far end of the library, the hated Soviet classics. Having realized that zavuchka us can see Mishka embraced me, was a stroke, it was a very different love, I almost laughed recalling how in the past one year, my class in response to the proposal to go into the forest with the boys, made a saucer eyes zashipela and how you can go into the forest with the boys without a teacher! Now the teacher has been with us for seven meters away from us.

It is our guardian angel, and all that we have Silently, trying not to issue a word, do under the shadow of the grace, all of which he approved it, the old and strong woman, manners are met, all the buttons fastened, collar Belenky, a form of naglazhena in fartuchke net platochek, it will take a little while, that's just dress a little

crushed at the front, that's just the hand to slide on naked thighs up and down, and the so sweet and gentle, that vporu zastonat to vote, but we are silent, and now it is my hand and pulls you, and she obediently followed his hand, oh, here it is that, under my fingers is a miracle that I have seen today what it was hot and strong, like a living, oh, here's how to, up, then down here as I move his hand as he wants, but he makes his shameless finger as I want, want, but I'm afraid to admit even itself, I like fever, like electric discharge, I am a sweet and continue to shiver involuntarily moving his hand as he testified, and suddenly, the horror, he twitch and my hand is filled with dense, hot liquid, my God, why are so many, I used to think it is quite drop, but there so much, where my platochek, he now We need pozarez, and we come in peace, which left where our nadsmotrschitsa where our time where our deaf genius, it also bubnit their numbers, it never will know that we fly away from its all-seeing eye, it is not long, the short eternity, in the long tale, to Adam and Eve, their first sinners, to them, our first teachers, that they blessed us, their timid uchenikov.

Tetrad Igor / End of season went unnoticed. Closing the camp was sad. As in the early days of rain. Only now he was cold and small. Autumn on the nose. Pioneers, aggravated bags and backpacks with souvenirs in the form of stones, shells, dried crabs and miserable, fun galdya, to settle on the buses and left. Camp orphaned in one hour. After stories with Tamara I did not have anything that would merit attention.

As a result, a physicist angry and drove Igor with a lesson. But German us - all at zaglyadene. Very young, it was only last year finished school (not ours, right), failed to contest for inyaz, and it set us teachers. She is trying, but there is a problem, Pacany so avidly its view that it is, ultimately, confused, but they have more nagleyut. It is, of course, very beautiful, but in addition, it is still cool and dresses. All well thought, so fashionable, but her short skirts heavily smuschayut our boys. They are our boys for the summer so grown up, especially Igor, Mishka, Leshka. Even Dimochka grew, but in order, to physical education, it is still last. We had a brand new, and mymra put it Dimkoy.

He is satisfied as an elephant. Girls, too much has changed. Lenka has been generally, as an adult. Lidka with me not talking. Fine. I did it should not. After the unfortunate visit, when some kind of frightened us, we Mishka no longer met. He left and returned with her aunt, almost missed the first of September. The first day is very important. Determine who will sit with whom. Klassuha trying to influence this process, but it produced its zhidkovato. Dimochku and stronger than it was brand new. The rest sat down - who both wanted. Mishka sat behind me. I sat with Toney. Dimka with a brand new in the last shipment. Igor with Vovkoy opposite me in another row.

- Tomorrow, you need three people to the library to systematize the books. Postyourgirls - gun power. Shishkin, Osipov, who have yet beautifully written, let you Stepko, get there after the second lesson. Osipov, you Senior outside, here's your key. Klassuha likes to command. She never asks, and wants whether Shishkina travel books, whether she wants to do it together with Osipov. Chapaev in the skirt. It did not give us peace of school uniforms. In other classes simpler. We walk in uniform and apron dresses, as the pre-revolutionary gimnazistki. But with long skirts she can not cope. Such bought, we answer in response to its demands to extendand expand.

Nothing stretch, now, look, stayed the whole centimeter, only to the edge and missing. This now marasmus. And it grow stronger. At least not check the color of our shorts. - What will go? - Mishka said. - And where devat'sja? - How do you live? - He asked carefully. - Quietly and unnoticed. He laughed and went to the side. I felt myself at someone's opinion, raised the head - with the other end of the class looked at me closely Lidka. Our views met. Second, another in the air streak electricity jealousy, then we are almost at the same time took its eyes to the side. - Odensya poteplee night it rained - told my mom morning. - So warm yet. - No, after rain cool oden stockings.

Father say. - Mamochka, do not use dad as a scarecrow. This is unfair. - Do not show off one. Oden, albeit subtle. - Mammy, szhalsya at the yard fifth of September, which may be stockings. - Zaboleesh, you know - reluctantly retreated mom. - I should know, I will know - glad I did. The library in our podvalchike. After the second lesson Mishka, Katja Stepko and I went to the case. Systematization - this placement of books on topics and alphabetically. Or, they need to wipe. We vozilis longer hours, but only just picked up by Pushkin. Katka worked, standing on the stairs, ladder, and this is my annoying. Indeed, other annoyances, removing the book, she demanded that Mishka took it from her.

And Mishka fit, and I saw that he watches it under the skirt. With interest. - Brattsy - suddenly turned to us Katka - and I can be a bit sachkanu? I have carefully looked at Mishka. - Sachkani, why not sachkanut - said Mishka. - Here's ladushki, ladushki here, so I must be home, can not imagine! - You may think we do not have to - I proburchala. - Natashenka, the next time you sachkanesh, ladushki, huh? - Katis you - I am not fond of treacle. It has come down. Hold me, capricious zaskulila it. Mishka jumped and hold it. Hold so that vporu was given to face, but it only zahihikala. Here is a bitch! Yes , and it is good, Djigit. Mishka took the key and Katku led to the withdrawal. After a minute he returned. My heart zabilos in distress. Like institutions, I continued to polish the cover with a light read classics. Mishka came and stood behind. It is, and silent. And I silently. - Natasha. - What? - Nothing. Just - Natasha. - Sixteenth year Natasha, now? - Now? Now here yet and I do. He put his hand on my waist. - More and you? Why so much? More and Katya. - Quite a bit. You can, if a bit? He became attract me to imagine.