I passed the spring session and moved to the second year at the pedagogical institute. Throughout July, I talked in the city, and in August my father suggested that I work as a counselor in their departmental camp. There was always a lack of counselors, but I, as a future teacher, would not have been disturbed by my pedagogical experience.
The camp was located on the sea, in the Crimea. There it was necessary to go by train day, night and another day. Four additional wagons were hooked up to the train, each housed two detachments. The elders in each detachment were two adults - the leader and the tutor. I got a squad of high school students - adolescents who moved into the tenth grade. The tutor in our squad was Rosa Leonidovna, an elderly strict lady. She immediately took patronage over me, since outwardly I was hardly any different from the girls of the detachment, and one kid even managed to tug at my braid.
- You are like a senior treat! - Roza Leonidovna immediately pulled him up.
Upon learning that I was a counselor, the lad took off and mumbled an apology.
The car was a reserved seat. Rosa Leonidovna ordered that she take a place in the middle, where our first detachment bordered on the second, and I need to sit at the end of the car to observe order and report if suddenly I notice that they smoke in the vestibule. But I am not a snitch by nature and pretended that I did not notice anything, even if from the vestibule there was a smoke. And also, as directed by Rosa Leonidovna, I had to keep order in the toilet so that the children would not stay up long, especially the boys.
“And then,” she whispered in my ear, “some people not only smoke there, but also engage in outrages.”
What a disgrace, I did not specify.
I occupied the lower side, and Vova, a puny little bespectacled man, settled above me, and who apparently was destined to become a “whipping boy” and a scapegoat in the detachment. Because of this, I felt sorry for him in advance, and I decided to take care of him and not to give offense. And from the very first minutes, Vova began to look at me, and his eyes were intently attentive, I would say, to the desired ones.
I could not sleep at night. Stir knock of wheels, oncoming trains, flashing lights of the station. Already nodding off, I heard some sounds from above — rhythmic smacking sounds. What is it? Vova got hungry and sucks a finger in the middle of the night?
I have risen. In the car there was a twilight: a little light pushed through the glass door from the corner to the toilet. Vova was lying on his side, his back to the aisle, with a blanket over his head. And the champing sounds came not from his face, but from the middle of the body, and a blanket moved in the same place. A hunch struck me: Vova was engaged in “disgraces” not in the toilet, but here, under a blanket. This discovery struck and aroused me. I knew from the special literature that many boys are engaged in masturbation, and I do not know why, I felt a kind of exciting and attractive interest for such boys. I did not think onanists perverts, they just seemed to me to be shy, sophisticated and vulnerable people.
From that moment on I penetrated to Vova with even greater warmth, sincere tenderness and mutual understanding. The fact is that I myself sinned with masturbation, I was engaged in it for a long time and regularly and, naturally, terribly ashamed of it - God forbid, someone will find out. In order not to interfere with Vova, I quietly lay down in my seat, and even looked around - if there were any other awake nearby who could burn Vova. But everything was calm, the people slept, and from excitement my hand reached for the clitoris itself. I tried to do it quietly, almost without breathing ...
The detachment was seventeen people - eight girls and nine boys.
- If you count as a pioneer, then, just, equally, - Rosa Leonidovna joked.
The boys showed me a very unequivocal interest, especially Valera, the one who pulled me on the train by the braid. He even tried to hold me in a corner and peel me, but he got his face and did not repeat any more attempts. However, he continued fiercely gazing at me. On the one hand, I was flattered by the attention, on the other, I was strained and even awakened by the manifestation of such an undisguised animal attraction of the male to the female. This was especially noticeable on the beach while swimming - in Valera's swimming trunks, an excited member stood out with a hard roller, pressed against the stomach with elastic fabric. This roller did not go unnoticed by the girls. They were whispering among themselves and giggling, apparently, discussing whom Valera had a stand on.
Vova also constantly looked at me, but he did it timidly and blushed all the time. He especially blushed if I straightened his tie or shirt collar, or hitched girls who were always trying to tease him, and Vova did not know how to answer them.
Once Valera and Vova got into a fight. Perhaps the fight came out because of me, because I tried to pay more attention to Vova, and Valera chopped off. In short, Valera pummeled Vova and broke his glasses. Vova has severe myopia, without glasses, he, in the words of Rosa Leonidovna, will not bring a spoon to her mouth.
- And there is no spare? - I asked sympathetically, hugging the boy and rubbing his abrasion on his cheekbone with a humming handkerchief.
- Nah. They can only be made to order ...
I took him to the isolator, and the doctor gave us a referral to an optometrist. The next day after breakfast, we traveled by bus to the city. In the clinic, the optometrist wrote a prescription, we made an order in optics, they ordered to come in two or three hours.
We went for a walk around the city. Vova walked very carefully, afraid to stumble or stumble upon something. It annoyed me. And when he tripped on the curb and almost fell, I got angry and took his arm. Now we walked like a couple in love. I am a low girl, Vova was taller than me. His hand was cold and clammy — from shyness or from fear. Most likely, the boy for the first time walked arm in arm with the girl.
We went to the sea and wandered along the deserted shore. I took off my sandals and walked barefoot.
- Phew! - I wiped sweat from my forehead. - It's hot!
“Yeah,” my cavalier agreed. - Swim would ...
- What was the matter? The sea is near.
- I have no heats.
- So what? I, too, without a swimsuit. Never bathed naked?
Vova blushed like a pioneer tie. I laughed.
- Over that boulder near the shore, we will undress and naked in the water! I agree?
We are divided on opposite sides of the boulder. I entered the sea first. The coast was shallow, the waves are small. I ran, throwing up splashes, and with a run I splashed into the water. Turning, she saw Vova. He wandered knee-deep, shielding the causal place with his hands, and delicately did not look at me. In order not to embarrass the boy, I turned away and swam.
Vova swam away, trying not to get close to me. Very shy boy. Having gone up, we left the water in the reverse order. I was still splashing in the shallow water, and an asthenic figure, narrow shoulders, thin long legs, and a skinny white ass, was walking towards Vovina to the shore. He's like a girl, I thought. Vova reached the shore and turned around. See, grown bolder! I covered my chest with arms crossed, and what was below my belt was still under water.
- Hey! Do not pry!
A curious head turned away, Vova disappeared behind a boulder. However, that he can even see, without glasses, then! I got out of the water.
- I'll dry a little. I do not want to immediately put the dress on wet body. Only you do not peep!
“Yes, well,” agreed Vova.
I lay on a smooth, polished pebble of the surf and covered my face from the sun with a panama. I was exhausted, I even seemed to doze off. But the sixth sense worked, I opened my eyes. Vovka peeking from behind the stone. I immediately took a sitting posture, blocked my chest with my hand, and the rest of the shame - panama. Vovka recoiled to his disposition.
- Ay, how bad! - I shamed him.
My cheeks were already burning. The boy was looking at me! Fu, shame! But suddenly I felt sorry for Vova. The boy is bursting with curiosity. He is already offended by fate - a puny, bespectacled, girls do not like these. Who knows if he will have a girlfriend at all? And suddenly a little devil awoke in me - a desire for mischief arose. Even not just mischief, but something so nasty, dissolute, unauthorized. In the end, my body, to whom I want - and that I will show.
- Vov, have you ever seen a naked woman?
Silence for the stone as an affirmative answer.
- And what, really want?
Sniff in agreement.
- Go here.
On Vovka there were family cowards in flowers, like a wolf from “Well, wait a minute!” He came up bent, half-sitting, apparently embarrassed to show his strut.
- Well, look. What are you interested in? - I removed my hand from my chest. - here? Or there?
I lay on my back and slightly spread my knees. Vova squinted his myopic eyes and literally devoured me with them, but he did it timidly, trying to hide curiosity. However, curiosity prevailed over timidity. Vova brought his face close to my genitals so much that I even felt his hot breath on the pubis. And looked at the stop. From this I felt ashamed, I squeezed my hips, I wanted to hide behind myself at all, but the reviving little devil screamed at me: “Do not be shy!”
- And I have a beautiful ass? - I came out of awkwardness, turning on my stomach. - If you want, you can touch it.
I behaved like a cheeky slut, although in reality I was still a virgin.
Vova put his hand on my buttock, brushed off adhering small pebbles. Then he leaned over and kissed my "pie."
“You are ridiculous,” I turned to him. - Do you know how to kiss?
I myself kissed only once, at a student party with the same infantile glasses. I raised myself, hugged Vova by the neck and pulled her to me. Our lips are joined. A light down on his upper lip tickled slightly, and my tongue caught the salty taste of sea water. My pussy began to flow, and my hands itched - I wanted to start masturbating. And Vova suddenly grew bolder, laid me on his back and began to settle down from above.
- Hey Hey! What are you doing? So we did not agree!
I shoved him aside. He was already without panties, I did not notice when he managed to take them off. Pisyun him sticking up. He was thin and long as a pencil and slightly bent to the left. "Probably from onanism," flashed the thought. Small testicles were stuck to him like two walnut nuts. And the pubis is barely covered with sparse hair. Quite a jerk, boy, but there too ... Look, sniffles and wants me. And pussy sticking up, already trembling. Seeing my view, Vovka pulled up his knees and squeezed his household between his legs. He looked confused and slightly offended. And I, probably, completely lost my mind. Yes, I am a girl, but you need it once. Why not now? I lay on my back, spreading my knees, and beckoned him.
- Okay, come on!
The boy opened his eyes, not believing his happiness.
- Go before I think it over!
Vova hung over me and began to poke a member in the crotch.
- Wait, do not hurry - I stopped, I wanted to stretch the pleasure. - Kiss me first chest ...
I closed my eyes and felt how Vovka's lips were brushing my nipples. I was pleased, I even pushed her ass.
“Now, come on ...” I pulled him by the shoulders.
Vovka leaned on me with a hot body. He didn’t get anywhere, but I’ve already wrinkled my nose, expecting pain (everyone warns that the first time should be painful). I was running out of juices, and Vova kept poking, poking and could not get into it. I decided to help him, put my hand between our bodies, felt the member, squeezed it and sent the head into the hole. Yes, even shoved. Pisyun was firm, pleasant to the touch, I did not even want to let him go, and I still squeezed him several times. And, apparently, overzealous - he suddenly began to spew. He entered me quite a bit, for half a head and began to pour out. Right there. I still kept Vovkin pisyun in his fist and felt how he pulses, pushing the seed.
Vovka got scared, jumped to his knees and turned away, completely embarrassed.
- Vov, what are you doing? - I reassured him. - Well, do not worry. First time, huh? I, too, by the way ... I have never had this myself. They say the first pancake is lumpy.
“You really are not angry?”
- You're funny. After intimacy to the woman on you are turning. No, of course, what am I angry for?
Although, due to the absence of orgasm, it was uncomfortable, the body demanded satisfaction. My hands stretched to masturbate, but I was embarrassed to do this when Vovka. In the camp, we are almost two weeks, and the last time I finished there in the train. Here we slept in the same room with Rosa Leonidovna, and her sleep is tender, so I did not dare to go into onanism at night. And there everything was itching and demanded a discharge.
- Go, Vova, get dressed. I am now.
To finish it took only a few times to squeeze the palm of the hips and slightly rub the clitoris ...
Everything! I looked at my watch: legs in my hands and it’s time to go get my glasses. I wore only a dress, no panties. A warm breeze blew under the hem, tickledly moved pubic hair, cooled the lips of the lips, on which moisture had reappeared, because it was pleasant to go hand in hand with the boy who almost became my first man. With a young man. After all, the difference is that we have only two years. But I'm an adult, I'm a leader, and he is a pioneer ...
From that day on, Vovka became bolder, and even repulsed Valerka. But more intimacy we did not have with him. Here in the camp.
Change came to an end, we returned home. Classes began at the institute. But I was worried about one question - for some reason the “difficult days” do not come. By mid-September, I finally realized that I had flown. Vovka, though he did not dig a hole for me, but he let me go straight there, and the dates were the most expensive ones. So, there is a dilemma - to give birth or clean. To give birth, frankly, a bit early. The second course of the institute, and how to continue to live? A single mother? Or find Vovka and tell about everything? But Vova is generally a tenth grader, which of her husband-father? No, just an abortion. But what ridicule will I look like in a female consultation? Immaculate Conception! Haha
I heard that some girls are defloring themselves, but I didn’t want to put carrot cucumbers there, it’s better to let the natural male tool do it. But whose? I began to select candidates at the institute, but I could not make the final choice. And suddenly, I walked somehow from the lectures through the park and met Valera. He first recognized me, smiled. We decided to walk a little, walked along the alleys with him, chatted, remembered our shift. And then I felt like a demon: I carried him to the far back end of the park. When I was convinced that there wasn’t a soul, I asked a question on the forehead:
- Valera, do you like me?
“Well, yes,” he mumbled, not expecting such directness.
- It's good, you have to help me.
I put my hands under my skirt and began pulling off my pantyhose. Then the tights were of great value, I should remove them myself, for God forbid tearing. Valera was embarrassed and turned away. Apparently, decided that I was going to pee. I put my tights in my bag.
- Come on, Valera, bolder. After all, you wanted this.
I took his hands and leaned his palms against my thighs.
“You ... want me to ... so that we ...”
- Yes, yes, Valera. And let's hurry before I think it over.
I did not want to lie down in the grass in civilian clothes. It is necessary to do it standing. I turned my back on him, lifted my skirt (sorry for a rude word) and put his hands on the elastic of his underpants. He began to quietly them, and I flowed. Turned on the zest of the situation. Here, in the park, where we can be seen, in clothes, cancer, with a boy, almost a boy ... I am a whore!
He pulled my panties down to my knees, stroked my hips and buttocks. And he can be affectionate. And at first it seemed rude. Removed my hands, apparently, unbuttons his pants. And my hips touched member ...
- Where? - Valera asked in a whisper, often breathing. - In the ass?
- No no! There! - I stooped stronger.
Looks like Valera has already dealt with women. I do not know where I learned - with a street whore or with a slut from a thieves den. He confidently found where to insert, but his head rested against my virgin hole. Although I flowed abundantly, but he had to push himself to push through. I closed my eyes and bit my lip. The pain was sharp, but short. Then just the feeling of a foreign body inside. At first it was unpleasant, I even wanted to break free, but I understood that Valera could not be stopped. He firmly held me by the hips and made pushes, which became more and more pleasant.
I helped myself with my finger, rubbing the clitoris, and finished first. Valera was still working. The vagina was made drier, it became more difficult to move there. I again felt unpleasant and painful. I straightened up and said:
- Enough!
Valera pulled a member, do not hesitate to me, jerking him until the seed splashed on the withered September grass.
I first looked at my feet. She took off her panties, wiped away the drips of blood mixed with the vaginal juice, and put them in her purse.
- Are you a virgin? - Valera was surprised, buttoning his pants.
- Yes. Was.
- Did you like it?
- Valer! So it is. Forget what was here now, clear? Do not accompany me and do not look for meetings with me.
His eyes widened in surprise, and even his lips twitched.
“And we never again ...”
- No, Valer. Everything. Until.
I walked quickly, almost running, to the exit from the park. The second time in my life I went without panties. As an adult, of course. The September breeze does not compare with the southern, warm. Under the skirt began to freeze. Would not chill.
Well, that's all, now it's not a shame to see a gynecologist. Immaculate Conception ... Heh!
Near the entrance I met Vovka. He was holding a bunch of white chrysanthemums. Eh, Vova, where were you half an hour ago? I have no one at home, I would invite you to a glass of tea, we would go to bed, you see - and finish what we could not then. It's too late now. I don’t invite you for tea, I’m just ashamed to make you happy with a hole that has just been pierced. And just to sit like that ... I would now have to wash under the lukewarm water and be alone, feel sad about the lost virginity.
I took the bouquet, smacked Vovka on the cheek. Exchanged a few words. How did you know the address? So our dads, it turns out, work in one department. They didn’t talk for a long time, it’s very low under the skirt. She said that I was in a hurry, I can not take a walk, I don’t have time. Bye-bye, I ran.
Houses climbed into the shower. I indulged myself with another orgasm, remembering, for some reason, not Valerka, but Vovka. Recalled the lines of Yesenin:
And then not a girl you go home
Turn into a woman with sadness and longing,
And again you will not find dates with me ...
Three days later I got rid of pregnancy. And then Vova came again with a bouquet. And I invited him to the coffee shop. About Valera, of course, did not tell anything, but told about the pregnancy. And she blamed everything on the doctors, that they were picking me there while they were cleaning ...