Anechka D.   view profile 

Words

What to call it? I want something special. Just for the two of us. Cock, dick, rod? It won?t do.

A banana?

Tanya said that was what they call it with her husband. No, I want something of my own.

The matter was solved on its own.

He said: ?Give me your girl?. And everything fell into place. Now he says: ?My boy misses your girl?. And everything is clear.

One more. What to call what we do? ?Making love?? Everybody says so, apparently.

Then what?

?To take? or ?give myself to?. This would be too bookish. ?Would you mind taking me?? ?Give yourself to me?. Very funny.

Another extreme would be ?to fuck?. This is awful, I hate this word. Is ?copulate? much better then?

And again Sasha said once: ?Let?s play?. And I understood. It does not matter what you say, what matters is how. He could have said: ?Let?s jump?. And everything would have been clear anyway.

So, we ? play.

I like it. I like our games.

What would you call the end of the game? They say ?he came?, ?she came?. It probably applies to me well. I came. For himself he said differently. And I liked it better. I felt shamefully-sweet about the word. A little bit vulgar, maybe. He moaned in my ear: ?Anechka, ?ya spuskayu? (I am letting it out)?. And having plunged deep inside me, started moving differently ? in small, spasmodic thrusts, and I understood his word at once. He was letting it out in me. The low sounds he was making doing that, illustrated what he felt pretty well.

What should I call his parents? Supposedly I should call my mother-in-law ?mother? and father in law ?daddy?. But I cannot make myself call them so. I have my mother and daddy already.

I talked to Sasha about it. He seemed to have no problems with it. He was easily able to call my father ?dad?. And my mother even simpler ? ?ma?. Must be ok for a man, but I cannot call his parents so.

I decided to call them by their first name and patronymic. Tried it, mother-in-law seemed not to like it.

It worries me that she does not talk to me much. She must not like me. I swindled her son into loving me. Presumed guilty.

Like in a joke: ?Who spoiled the air??

?Daughter-in-law?

?But she is not here!?

?Well her coat is over there!?

Anechka D.   view profile 

Doubts.

My Sashenka is an Apollo. He is very hot. I am afraid that I am too cold for him. This morning, I felt he took me into his arms while I was still asleep. I opened my eyes, he was looking at me, his eyes shining, started stroking, caressing me.

Pressed his body against mine, I feel his boy, wow, how big we are. Next thing he is inside me, how can I describe his movements, his penetration, strong and tender, daring and deep? And what comes up in me in response to his passion, in response to his shameless caress. How can I describe all that?

I feel I can burst in tears because of my love to him. I love him, I love him, I love him.

And the sweet languor afterwards, when I could hardly catch my breath. We whisper for a while afterwards, then fall asleep. Usually he falls asleep first, then me. Although, sometimes it is the other way around.

When he is already asleep, I raise myself on an elbow and look at him for some time. What our life will be? Will we have children? Probably they will look like Sasha, my husband. As intelligent and persistent as he is. I feel like kissing him. And I kiss him gently.

Sometimes he wakes up, stares at me in surprise and takes me in his arms. ?Enough, enough? - I laugh, but he does not listen.

And we play one more time.

It was funny two days ago. I woke up, because I saw a dream that somebody was having me. Just somebody, do not know who it was. So, I opened my eyes and felt that I was being had indeed, very gently and carefully. I almost screamed out loud, but then, luckily, I figured out that my husband, balancing on the elbows, almost not touching me, entered my girl with his clever boy and was pushing it back and forth. And I felt good, I laughed.

I grabbed his back, pulled him to me, spread my legs wider, allowing his wonderful tool to go deeper inside me. Oh it was so good!

After we had a little rest I asked him why he did so. He laughed, he said he read a Hindu treatise that said: ?On the seventh night take her while she is asleep?.

It is amazing how harmonious human physiology is. Everything is just ideal. The movements we make, our caresses, sounds we make unintentionally.

We came together that time.

To tell the truth, for the first time I came at our wedding night. Or to be precise the very first time I brought myself to orgasm alone. At the ninth year at school. My friend told me she was doing it all the time and I felt good.

She explained everything in details to me.

I started doing it too after that, but I was worried that I was doing something shameful and embarrassing. But I must admit that saved me from falling. Now I need not worry about it anymore.

I love my husband. I love my husband.

At the highest point my heart beats so fast, that I am afraid it is going to break out of my chest. Our hearts beat in unison. What can be dearer?

Anechka D.   view profile 

New experience.

New sensations. We lay down after lunch, just to have some rest and my Sasha began to take interest in me. We kissed and caressed each other, I lay on my back and my legs spread, giving way to him.

Then he said: ?Get on top? I think I even blushed a little at his words. Of course I had seen it in the movies, but felt a little bit embarrassed anyway. A little confused. He lay on his back and pulled me over. I mounted him like a horse. He began stroking my breasts. I bent forward a bit; he raised his head and began kissing my nipples. Then he started to move wanting to enter me. Then he said; ?Put it in yourself? My face must have blushed, because he said: ?Come on, put it in, do not be shy?. I reached my hand down, between our hot bodies and came upon his little boy. What a boy it was. How come there is enough room in me for him! Cannot understand. It is so long and thick. And very hard. I pointed him inside me; Sasha was lying still, not moving. I thought he would thrust his boy inside me. But no. He was waiting for me. And I began putting myself down on him.

I did not expect that! It appeared that in this position his boy can reach much deeper inside me, than when Sasha is on top. And Sasha felt it too. He moaned in a constrained voice, when I set on him fully.

?What?? ? I asked quietly.

?I have touched your bottom.? ? he whispered and bit my lips with a kiss.

That was very true what he said. I felt the same. Exactly ? my bottom. Then he took my buttocks in his hands and started moving me up and down. That was a very unusual sensation. I was on the giving side. I began moving myself, he only holding me.

?Come on, play, play, my darling? ? he moaned.

What a miracle it is to be with the one you love!

I did not expect that. One night when we were already caressing each other and I was ready to take his boy inside me, he said?

At first I thought I misheard. He said: ?Kiss me down here.? At first I did not understand, but he took my hand and put it on his boy and repeated: ?Kiss him?. I withdrew my hand. Kiss there?

?No? ? I said.

?Why?? ? he asked.

?I can?t?

We lay in silence. I did not know what to do. My hand was resting on his big, hot and hard organ. My thoughts were all confused. No, I could not kiss him there. Is not it enough to kiss on the lips, on his chest? Why would I want to kiss him down there?

?Then let me kiss your girl? ? he whispered suddenly.

?No, why?? ? I pressed my legs together.

?You?re strange? ? said Sasha.

Then he got off the bed and walked to the window. I set down. He drew the curtains back. Dim evening city light filled the room. I saw his silhouette against the window. He looked out into the street. I stood up quietly and came up to him.

?Don?t be mad at me? ? I whispered and pressed my body against his bare back.

?No, not at all? ? he answered.

?You know, I am just not ready yet?.

?I understand. But I want to kiss you. Everywhere.?

?Well, give me time. Please. I am not used to it?.

?Ok, ok. I understand.?

Periods.

My periods came.

Sasha took me into his arms, I felt his desire, and whispered to him, that we could not. He looked at me attentively. I felt a bit embarrassed.

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Intimate.

Probably it does not look very pretty from the esthetic point. I was having a bath and he came in to rub my back. He indeed rubbed it at first, then began to stroke me. Then his hand reached down and he started touching me like he did when we were not married yet. Then he took off his clothes and got into the tub with me. His boy was sticking out upwards.

Then he stood up behind me and said: ?Get up, please.? I got up. He said: ?Bend over my love.? And helped me to bend over. And he was behind me.

I bent over, he took me by the sides, below my waist and started pointing his boy inside me. Then he entered me with a moan. Then started to move.

It was especially sweet that time. I came yelling at the top of my voice and he came right after me. He was ?letting out? longer than usual this time for some reason. Literary filled me up. Those whitish little streams kept running down my thighs. I was hardly able to stand on my feet. My whole body was shaking.

The next day we went to see Tanya, when we got back, I hardly managed to take my shoes off, when Sasha started pressing his body against mine, just like yesterday in the bathroom, right in the hallway. We even did not undress. He just lifted my dress over my back, pulled my panties down, and asked me to bend over in a coarse voice. He was in a little hurry, so he ?let out? sooner than I came. But he understood it and in a little while when I was sitting by the TV, came up to me, set on the rug by my side, took hold of my knees and pulled me down to the floor. I set on top of him. It was so good!

We have lived together for a month. What words we said to each other most often. Probably ?I love you?. In all kind of variations.

We are inventing names.

He started calling me ?Kisa? (Pussycat). ?Kiska?. Sounds ok, but I like my real name better. Anya, Anechka, Anyuta, does it sound bad? Told him about that. He hemmed. Said ?ok?, but I felt he wanted to call me his way.

Well, basically, I do call him ?Kotik? (Little tomcat) myself. It is ok with him.

On October, 1 we are moving to his parents. How I wish we had our own place to live!

Anechka D.   view profile 

Sensations.

Of all the new sensations I experienced in the last month one of the strongest is that more and more often I can feel now how he discharges in me. I feel the very climax of our love. That very moment when his sperm shoots inside me. The semen of my beloved man. My husband. This will make me pregnant some day.

What is it like, this feeling? It is not true what they write about in love stories. There are no ?tight and hot jets?. What is there? I thought a lot about it. The moment when my lover ?let it out? in me. The thing is, the moment itself can easily be determined by apparent signs. How he, my Sasha, shudders, moans. But I am talking of different things. Of what I feel in my pussy. So, what I feel? I think I found the right word.

I feel a gentle push of his semen. One, another one, and one more. The first one is the strongest. But, when I say ?strong? ? it is all relative. It is barely felt, others are even weaker. And no ?stormy streams?.

Other thing is that the sacred liquid somehow does not stay in me and pours out on my thighs. On the bed sheet. There is a lot of it ? sperm. More than I can take inside.

Another incredibly acute sensation is a feeling of the naked body. Totally naked. When it, the body of my beloved, a little bit cool at first, the very first moments of our embrace, I swear ? the rapture gives me creeps.

Me, to tell the truth, a little shy of my naked body, though I know, my body is not worth than any other woman?s of my age. Yet, I am shy. Sasha laughs at me, he always has to overcome my resistance to undress me. I resist rather playfully, though.

The first days at his parents? most of all I feared that they heard the noise when we played. I compressed my lips not to moan. Also, it turned out that our bad creaks awfully. The very first night Sasha took my hand and pulled me down to the floor. On the rug. At first I was under him. And in half an hour ? he was under me.

The next day we did it sitting on a chair. Sasha was sitting and I was on his lap. But he did not ?let it out? for some reason. Then he made me lean against the table and pressed himself against my body from behind. And finished it with just a few thrusts.

Anechka D.   view profile 

Jealousy.

I am jealous. Why was he late from work?

I saw some of his colleagues from work at our wedding, they came to congratulate us. There were a couple of young girls, they looked pretty enough. I tried to find out unobtrusively how he got alone with the opposite sex at work, he turned it into a joke. I do not like it.

I hate it when he is late from work.

I am jealous to his past.

He confessed he had been close with two women. First time in high school. Who was she, his first love? He would not tell. He says they only had it twice with her. Not sure I believe it.

Second time at the college. And they also parted soon.

Trying to convince myself that I am not jealous. As a result ? I become even more jealous.

I recall how he wanted me to kiss him? well? down there. Does it mean somebody had done so to him before and he must have liked it?

I am even jealous even of Tanya a little bit. I feel he finds talking to her interesting. They do not leave me out of their conversations of course, but I feel I am not up to their level. I am short of something. No, not the intelligence, but something inborn, maybe just sense of humor.

I would like Sasha be attracted to me not just sexually. Told him that, he laughed, said I was exaggerating, that I interest him in every respect. ?You, sweetheart, are just great in every respect!? But I burst into tears, I thought he was mocking at me.

We made up soon. In bed.

Two days ago we did it outdoors. Sasha said: ?Let?s go for a walk in the woods?, and whispered ?Bring the plaid along?. My heard missed a bit as if he was inviting me out to a secret date. As if we were not husband and wife. As if it was for the first time.

Beautiful autumn forest. We did not go deep into it. Endless sand shore. Pine trees and the noise of the wind blowing in their tops. We found a good spot quickly, so that we could not be seen from anywhere. Spread out our rug. I was a little afraid that somebody could pass by, when we were?

Then I noticed that the feeling of danger, the possibility of being caught gives a totally new acute sensation. Usual words. ?Do you love me?? ?I do?. He looks around to make sure there is nobody around. I am so tense that it is even hard for him to penetrate. ?Come on girl, come on, now, now? ? he whispers in a fervent voice.

I spread my legs thinking what if somebody watches us and sees me in such a position? Sasha kisses me continuously, and caresses me with his fingers down there, I close my eyes trying to forget about my worries and feel how he finally made his way inside me, he moans, I take him in, he is mine, mine, mine.

Amazing, but I take off unexpectedly soon, convulsions strike me, I scream, I feel so good, I want him, my husband, my man, my male to know that I on the top of my climax, I want him to reach me there, I want his semen inside me, I am just a female, an animal, come inside me, let it out inside me, my lover, I am dying for your semen, I am short of breath, I love you, see what you have done to me, I am yelling with passion, give it to me, give it, give it, give it, I am dying of love to you, shoot inside me? I love you!

And what a rapture when I hear his animal roar, his movements become different, I know what it means, my body quivers and unexpectedly for myself I bit him on the shoulder, I feel the sacrament inside me, I take his semen in, he is letting it our inside me, yes, more, more, yes my love, give it to me, give it to me. Oh! Oh! Oh God! Oh God! O-o-o-o-h!

And that is it?

I do not exist no more.

There is no Anechka.

?Anya, are you crying? Anechka!?

Where am I? I have no strength to open my eyes. He asked something? Well, yes, it seems to be true, tears are running down from my eyes. I recall reading somewhere that orgasm can be so strong that it makes a woman sob. Have I reached that stage?

Trying to open my eyes. Cannot. Feel he dries my face with a handkerchief. ?Are you alright, Anechka?? ? he sounds worried.

?I came so strongly? ? I whisper back. He kisses me.

Something falls on my arm. I open my eyes. First thing I see is a squirrel just a meter above us on a tree brunch, watching us with interest, trying to figure out what we have been doing. Probably dropped a little piece of a cone on my arm.

?I know what we will call our daughter? ? I whisper with dry lips.

?What?? ? Sasha asks.

?Bella? (sounds similar to Russian ?squirrel?) ? I say

?Why??

?Lie down beside me and you will see?.

?What if we have a boy?? ? he askes

?No, we will have a girl.? ? I say confidently. ? Bella. Belochka. (Squirrel)

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Sincerity.

I had strength in me to tell him I do not feel like doing it today. I was tired. He understood. But seemed to be upset. That awful city transport wore me out.

Routine.

The everyday routine became obvious. When we lived at Sasha?s brother, my young husband helped me in any way. But after we moved to his parents he stopped doing so. I think he does it, because he does not want his mother to see that he is doing so called ?women?s work? Like washing dishes, floors. Even to give me a hand doing it. After the meal, everybody would just stand up and go, and I stay in the kitchen like a Cinderella. I want to talk to him about it.

But he was the first to talk to me, and it was about different thing. Do not know how to say?

The thing is that there have been several times already when I come before he does, and if before he was able to come immediately after, on those last occasions it took him a while. He understood that and said to me:

?Anechka, you can help me to catch up with you.?

I help him? How?

?When you feel that you are about to come yourself, touch my balls. Only gently. Just stroke them. Let me show you how?.

He took my hand, pulled it downward, and showed me where I was supposed to touch. I did not say anything, not knowing what to say. Because I understood, that was what those ex-girlfriends of his did. Otherwise, how would he know? Second thing, I though I should go to the library and read something on the subject. I am so ignorant.

That very night when I was coming I heard him moaning plaintively ?touch me, touch me? I did and were amazed by the result. Swear to God, it was like pulling out a cork from a Champaign bottle. He began to come immediately, moaning and crying out loud.

How come I did not know anything about it? Tanya did not tell me anything, did not she have that weapon in her arsenal?

Parents must have been disturbed by our yells. Mother-in-law gave me that look of hers the morning after. I felt like saying: ?Mummy, I have learned how to really please your son?.

How I wish we had a place of our own.

Natalia Sh.   view profile 

I am Natasha. I invented this. I decided that I should start my record with the text of out agreement, otherwise it won?t be clear. This is how it all happened. It was our prom night at school, it was nothing special, should I not say boring. Bright light in the gym, converted into the dance floor, tape recorder and Mymra on duty.

Mymra is our form master, and that is their (from masters?) duty to guard our morals at the prom.
Mishka, passing by, whispered to me ?Come to the attic?. I pretended I did not hear, waited for him to be gone. In ten minutes I left the room stealthily. There was a crowd on the stairway, many were drunk. I went along the corridor to another stairway, there was nobody here, and having made sure that nobody saw me, went upstairs. The door to the attic was open and I felt cool draft coming out of it.
I took a step up, another one?
My heart sank, I did not know why I was going there. Honestly, I was hoping Mishka will be alone, so that we would gossip about things, sure he would try to kiss me, so what? I was sure I always would be able to stop him.
Somebody?s cool hands, one on the right another on the left, so he is not alone, I thought regretfully, they pulled me into the opening carefully, making sure I did not hurt myself.
There were five of them, drinking some sort of crappy drink. They made me sit on a bench, providently covered with a paper, and getting used to the moonlight gradually, coming from a roof window, I was able to make out the faces of my night drinking companions.
They were just a little tipsy, spoke loud, then becoming aware of their screams all of a sudden would go to whistling whisper.
All five were students from my class. Three guys and three girls. There had been two, I was the third.
They we telling jokes mostly.
They plashed something into a glass for me to drink, I swallowed and the hot warmth pored all over my body. We were sitting in couples, tight against each other and I was excited filling Mishka?s shoulder. Once in a while we would bend forward to reach something from an impromptu table, and touch my knee settling back.
At first I thought those touches to be just accidental, but when after another reaching out for something his hand remained on my knee, I smiled to myself and understood that there is nothing accidental in relations between the two sexes.
I did not push his hand away, besides other couples were sitting already holding each other. Mishka understood it as a go-ahead and moved his hand higher, and when I bent forward to grab a slice of sausage from the table, Mishka?s hand became clutched between my belly and thigh.
To tell the truth ? it was exciting and pleasant, as if I was touching something forbidden but sweet for the first time. I set like that for awhile, not moving back, then leaned backwards, took his hand off my knee, and put it behind my back saying ?I am cold, make me warm?. And here I spoke up. I suggested we make up and sign an agreement. I put it in the pocket of my skirt, only now I soothed it out and having reread it, copied carefully to my notebook.
I wonder if anybody but me would keep a diary?
The end of the night was not really interesting. We got down from the attic, the crowed cheered us up, Mymra tried to sniff alcohol, but me made a quick escape, or probably she just did not feel like making a row, basically she is not bad, and we love her in a way.
Mishka and Igor invited themselves to see me and Lenka home. We, girls, were holding each others hands, like stupid, the guys followed behind. We tried to sing, Lenka is a good singer, I have no voice at all, so our singing sucked. Intoxication was wearing out, Lenka and Igo

I remembered that it was there, in one of these pavilions, that we found a strange thing when we were little kids ? it looked very much like a balloon, only it was a long one. Boys must have known more about it, so they began to throw it in the air, picking it up with a stick, giggling and aiming at us, girls. Only years later, one of my friends explained to me what that thing was meant for, and then I recalled where I saw it for the first time. Now this memory hit me, because all of a sudden I was struck by the connection between that rubber, kindergarten pavilion, black night and us with Mishka, sneaking along the dark alley. I became a bit scared.
But, I went on, what made me do so, I do not know. I did not especially like Mishka, but went on, just resisting slightly. I snatched at the wooded frame of the entrance to the pavilion, tried to object.
- Let?s sit here ? said Mishka and set on the low table himself.
- I do not want to.
- Come on, sit down, why not?
He took me in his arms and pulled close to him. I would have been better off having set down.
My breasts were right opposite his face, unexpectedly he rose and kissed me on my neck. I blushed. Of course, I kissed with boys before, but never before situation was not so unpredictable and dangerous.
He was holding my waist tight with his left hand, his right arm I felt on my thigh, hot and soft palm, sliding upwards cautiously, dragging the hem of my skirt with it. I tried to break away, but he was holding me tight, whispering something at my neck, his hand was moving up and down, stroking my legs, and I could not do anything about it.
- Misha, Misha, let go, please don?t. ? I whispered.
- Let me stroke you a little, please, my girl.
- You will crumple my dress, - I babbled as if it was the most important thing.
- I?ll be careful, please.
His palm slid all over my panties, touched my belly over them, went below and stopper at the most intimate spot. I wriggled, I tried to break free, but that caress must have been stronger than me. He pressed his body against mine even harder, and having turned me around, made me sit on the table. His face was next to mine, he leaned and kissed me, slightly at first, very carefully, then having realized I did not struggle, bit into my lips passionately.
Nobody had kissed me like that before, besides his hot palm was caressing me down there, all that drove me into indescribable state.
When he stopped kissing me, I was able to gasp some air and managed to whisper: - God, what are you doing to me?
- Have not anyone caressed you before?
- Let go, you shameless? How about your Lidochka ? suddenly I remembered about the rumors that Mishka and Lidochka, had done it?
- Never mind Lidochka?
Here I broke free from his arms abruptly, jumped off the table and stepped aside. My face was burning, body shaking treacherously, but I gathered strength to gain control over the situation, he remembered about another girl, and that made my senses come back to me.
- Let?s go home ? I said.
- Come on, let?s stay some more.
- Already have.
- Let?s meet tomorrow. - You are not dating anyone, let?s be together.
- You are dating everyone instead.
- Why are you so mad? - Nothing, let?s go home.
He stood up, came up to me, embraced me carefully, but I was not scared anymore, we kissed, but that kiss was different from the one a minute ago.
Cautiously and quietly we went out of the pavilion, he was embracing my shoulders lightly, I breathed in full chest of air and felt myself a little bit older. We came to my house, the moon was full and I felt a little sad.
- So will I see you tomorrow?
- Not tomorrow.
- Then when?
- Someday, - I decided to torture him a bit
- Ok, see you around, - he pulled me over and grabbed my breast with his free hand.
- Let go, you?re crazy, - broke free and ran

Natalia Sh.   view profile 

Summer came. I love vacations, although I like school too. I met Igor yesterday, he was leaving for a Young Pioneers? camp to work a pioneer leader, he was funny, all worried and excited. He is a good guy, I would not mind going out with him, but he seems not to notice me.

Instead, there is Miska, who does not leave me alone, and honestly I feel I am getting used to dating him, we had 3 or 4 dates so far, I do not remember how many exactly, he is so pushy, but I stand firm, but analyzing each date I cannot say that I am happy with myself, unfortunately, I am letting him go further and further, although each time I swear to myself, that is it, Natashenka, enough, or you will be in trouble, same as Lidka, but, alas?
He called yesterday and invited me to the movies. 6 o?clock movie ? just designed for teenagers in love ? people are few, couples settle themselves at corners, further away from each other, you could feel love vibrations in the air, and give in to them. Seats are squeaking everywhere, racket everywhere, sounds of kisses, slaps on the face, that girls give to their presumptuous boyfriends, puffing of those who do not care anymore, screams from the rows in most secluded areas, there are seats on left and right, sort of boxes, difficult to get them, one can only guess what is going on there, you cannot see them, or more exactly, you can, when the show starts, but in five minutes the couple would disappear, although, they emerge again at the end of the show.
- Where are they gone? ? I asked Mishka once pointing at the box.
- They lay down ? he said quietly.
I was embarrassed, blushed, as if it was me who lay down on the floor in the movie theater.
- Not on the floor, - Mishka specified, - there are different seats there.
Oh, God, how did he guess what I thought.
An hour and a half fly by like ten minutes. At the beginning of the show, Mishka seats still, but then throws his hand on the back of the chair and hugs me. I look around cautiously, there are five empty chairs to the right, nobody on the left, two rows on the back are half empty, nobody in the three rows in front of us.
There have never been so few people in the theater. Going to 6 o?clock movies with a boy, means that he is your boyfriend, and many would already know about me and Mishka, Lidka in the first place.
I feel Mishka?s palm on my right knee, stroking me softly, it is very exciting, as if the first time. I did not push it away, I had been doing it throughout all movie the last time we were here. We made so much noise, that a babushka sitting behind us began to grumble.
Mishka?s fingers move upwards to the hem of my skirt and stop there.
I am looking at the screen as if nothing happens, Mishka became bolder, cautiously and uncertainly his hand slides under my skirt, I react, put a hand on top of his, but my hand is on the skirt, his is under it. He stops his movement.
- Look at the screen, - I whisper in his ear.

In return he takes advantage of my face being so close, kisses me on the lips, pulls me closer to him, so that I lose control over his paw under my skirt and shudder when I feel his burning fingers on my panties. Now he French kisses me, uninterruptedly, I have to breathe through my nose, but soon I am short of oxygen, I am trying to break free, stop the kiss, but Mishka holds me tight, I begin pushing him away with my hand, finally I break free, just, throw his hand away sharply, move away from him, I am mad at him, he does not say nothing.
Some time passes before he puts his hand on my shoulder again, he is calm, I look at him at the corner of my eye stealthily, I am thinking whether I love him or not, why have I been dating him for 2 weeks already, allow him all his liberties, his touch does excite me, he is so strong, he is rough, somewhat, he has only one thing on his mind, we do not speak to each other much, he is always trying to be alone with me, he is insolent, so difficult to control, he almost makes me cry, I have to push him away all the time, I am scared of his open pushing things forward, this is not the kind of love I want, but he has the initiative, I feel frustrated, I am afraid I won?t be able to love him.
I feel that in love affairs he is more experienced than any of our guys, he has been close with Lidka, this is for sure, was it with her alone?
Lidka is jealous, she does not say hello to me anymore. My mother also knows about our dates, but remains neutral, only once, when I was late for a date, she asked where I was going and who with, to the movies with a girlfriend, I said, that is a rare name your girlfriend has, mother smiled, what name I asked, same as Lermontov, she said. I did not say anything and sneaked out.
Mishka?s hand on my shoulders, all of a sudden becomes longer in an incomprehensible way and reaches my breast, I do not push him away, he leans forward and kisses me, I feel impatient movements of his tongue, my mouth opens on its own and here his tongue is already in my mouth, this kissing is new to me, it is unusual, but I get the hand of, we kiss, he moves his tongue back and forth, or god why is he doing it to me, I should not, oh God, what if they turn on the lights now.
And here the lights do go on.
It is hard to describe what is going on in the room, me and Mishka are basically innocent angels in comparison, although we look around with insane eyes, all it takes is to catch our breath, but for many couples it is much more difficult to assume decent looks. Those in the boxes on the sides are better off, they need not show up at all. I cannot take my eyes off the girl in our row further on the right, she was able to straighten out her skirt fast enough, but her rolled panties show up white below her knees, she can put them back on only when they turn down the lights again, and now the poor thing is trying to cover herself with a bag, pretends she is looking for something on the floor, thus attracting even more attention.
Guys began to whistle, swear, bedlam begins.
- I will kill him, - says Mishka suddenly and stands up.
- Where are you going? ? I do not understand.
- They turn the lights on on purpose, - he wants to go out. At last I understand what he means and grab his hand.
- No, do not go ? Mishka is mad, but sits down eventually.
I am happy because of my little victory over him.
But the mode is spoiled anyway, and when Mishka suggests we leave I agree.
We go out into the street, it is almost dark, and walk along slowly. Dark blue sky, intoxicating smell of acacia, beginning of summer, how I love this season. Mishka takes me by the hand, my heart beats in anticipation, I know where we are going.

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- Let go or I?ll scream
- Go ahead.
- Misha, let go.

- Open your legs.
- No.
- Do it.
- Misha, I will leave now.
- I am keeping your bra
- Will you wear it yourself, ah?
- Hey, are we being funny?
- Misha, off with your hand
- Natasha, I love you
- Please don?t
- Don?t you like it when I do it.
- No, I do not.
- So, you do not like me?
- I do.
- Then why?
- Do not bite my lips.
- Is it ok here?
- I am ticklish.
- So, you like it?
- You did it to Lidka too?
- Forget lidka, are you jealous?
- No, just want to know.
- We just kissed.
- Your are lying, you did it.
- Well, maybe a little bit, so what. It is all in the past.
- What does ?a little bit? mean?
- Like this.
- Was it all?
- All. Natasha, be my girl.
- How is that?
- Come to me.
- Come where?
- My place.
- Your place?
- Yes.
- What for?
- We will listen to some music.
- Will that be it?
- No not it.
- What else?
- Well, we will caress each other. Do not be afraid. I will do only what you allow me to.
- Same as today?
- What today?
- I asked you not to undo it, and you?
- So what? You are not cold, are you?
- What does being cold has to do with it? Give the item back to me.
- What item?
- The one in you pocket.
- I can only swap it.
- Swap for what?
- For this.
- You nuts? Hand off!
- Come on, open your legs, no need to press them that hard.
- No, Mish, please, don?t
- You do like it, don?t you, come on, don?t press so hard.
- Easy with your knee, it hurts.
- Please.
- You are crazy, mama, what do you do?!
- I will just stroke you here.
- Misha?
- That is it, I am not going further, I swear.
- Shame on you, take out your hand.
- No way.
- I will never go with you again.
- You will.
- Mishka, you?re crazy, what if somebody comes.
- Nobody will.
- Mish, please, don?t.
- Natashenka, just a little bit, please.
- I am ticklish.
- Now you touch me.
- Where?
- Here.
- You asshole.
- Just a little bit, please.
- Ok, enough.
- No, not like this.
- Then how?

- Take it in your hand. Stronger. You like it?
- Oh, god.
- God what?
- The way it is.
- What is it?
- It is hard.
- You know why?
- Why?
- Because I love you.
- My back hurts like this, the table is hard.
- Let me lay on my back you on top of me.
- Ok.
- Get astride.
- No way. Hey, what time is it?
- Half twelve.
- They will kill me at home! I promised to be back at 10.
- Stay.
- Are you nuts?
- Come on, stay a while.
- I have to run home. Give it back to me, quick.
- Give what?
- My bra, idiot.
- Is there a fire?
- Hook it up.
- How do you do it without me?
- Very funny. Come on, let?s run.
- Hold on, let me zip my pants.
- Oh, shit, you crumpled my skirt, my hair is a mess.
- Give me a kiss.
- Just one. - When will I see you?.
- Whenever. Come on, let?s go.