Lena M.   view profile 

No, the world did not topple over. My relationships with Roman stayed a secret for everybody, it seemed. A month flew like a day, and came the night when I had to leave. Railway station again, the train again, aunt, Irka and Roman saw me off. The problem was to take the return gifts ? three boxes and a suitcase.

Roman was by my side all the time, supported me carefully. I felt a bit embarrassed because of the aunt?s presence, it seems she was suspecting something. Irka was happy and carefree however.
Roman pulled my things into the compartment. I stayed in the corridor. Roman whispered something I could not make it out. I was left in the car alone, I looked at them through the window and saw only Roman. I was thinking of all that happened, what I was supposed to do now, should I write to him, who he was to me now ? a boyfriend, a secret lover, should I keep everything secret?
The engine pulled and slowly we went.
I waved to them, I felt like crying.
The three figures became smaller and smaller until they disappeared obscured by trees.
Having stood for a minute, I opened the door to the compartment. Gosh! There were 2 of the 3 soldiers in the compartment I had met on my way here a month ago!
- Hi, baby, - said Tolik.
- Hello, - I made myself say, - Surprise, surprise.
- Old flame never dies, hello, hello, - smiled the red head.
- Where is your third? ? I asked.
The guys smiled, but did not say anything.
- See, we did meet after all, - Tolik smiled broadly.
- This is a small world, - I answered.
- Let?s celebrate the occasion? ? suggested the red.
- Sure, - said Tolik.
- No, guys, no, let?s have something to eat, but no alcohol.
- Come on. Just a little bit, - the red stood up and left the compartment.
Only then I realized that this time I was traveling in a closed compartment car that time, not the open type, I had come here in, and the situation with soldiers after they drank would be more difficult to handle this time.
- You have not forgotten me, have you, - Tolik moved closer.
- No I have not, have not developed sclerosis yet.
- I have not forgotten you either, - suddenly he kissed me on the lips.
- Hey, stop it, are you crazy or what? ? I broke free.
- I love you, you know, - he said.
- Since when? ? I asked catching my breath.
- You forgotten everything! Don?t you remember? On the platform?

Lena M.   view profile 

So, what am I now? How come it happened? For a few days I was depressed. Of course I could justify myself with the fact that the soldiers made me drunk, but I did not seem to mind anyway, to be honest. Have hot cooled down after Roman?s caress, I gave myself to a soldier I hardly knew. What difference does it make that I have his address and photo. Most important is not to become pregnant. The last night with Roman and also Tolik were actually pretty risky. Hope I did not get pregnant. Otherwise I am dead.

I hate school. School is boring. I want to get married. A joke. Same stuff at school, almost no changes. We have a new girl in the class, making eyes to the guys. She seems to take interest in Dimochka. Strange. Also we have a new physics teacher and German. Physicist is very young, nineteen, no more. He studies at the University still, by correspondence. And the German girl has just graduated. A pretty bitch. Guys are all dribbling when she walks around the classroom.
I set at the first desk. With Lidka. She is in mourning. Mishka ditched her. She almost does not talk to anyone. Changed a lot. Love is cruel.
A new physicist was by the blackboard once, bullshitting about some physical bullshit, writing on the board, there was less and less space left, so he started to bend down, even bent his knees slightly, tapping his chalk on the board, like a woodpecker, we all are also writing in our notebooks to catch up with him. Then I raise my head and see him looking straight under my desk, on my legs that is. I pressed my legs together instinctively ? bang!, recalling at the same time what panties I put on that morning. Yes, I should be alright, nothing to be embarrassed to display, let him watch, his interest is understandable. He went on knocking on the board, I threw a quick glance and saw that he was still looking sideways under my desk. Ok, here you go, I thought, and spread my legs slightly. He blushed like a boiled crawfish. Realized that he was caught.
What an impudent girl I am.
Surprisingly, physicist began to make passes on me, carefully.
Flattering, of course.
Why not? What if I marry him, it will be cool. He is an attractive guy, girls will be pissed with envy. But he probably has a girlfriend. Pity.
Physicist was not accepted by the class. He should have been more polite with Igor and Mishka, he barged at them, not having figured out that they were leaders in the class. He tried to make up then, but it was too late. Now he is having hard time with us.

Lena M.   view profile 

Mother went to Polina?s wedding. Came back in three days. Roman came with her. To stay for a while with us. So he was going to stay the last days of September with us. I felt weird. How should I behave with him. I knew for sure why he came. The way he looked at me, left no room for doubt. What about Tolik now? I wrote him a letter, he wrote to me. What about my dreams of the physics teacher? It was all still quite in the air, but?

I seem to be confused.
Mother cooked a sort of a special dinner as a tribute to Polina?s wedding. We drank to Polina and to her bridegroom., to my brother Volodia and to us. Eventually everybody had a bit too much. Roman who had been trying to touch my leg with his under the table, got drunk and was embarrassed by it.
- Show him to bed, - said my mother.
- Let me take him, - said father, having noticed my embarrassment.
They left with Roman.
Usually I wear nothing but a night shirt in bed. If it is cold, I?d rather take a warmer blanket, but never put pajamas on. Do not like too much clothes. That night I fell asleep fast.
I woke up because somebody set on my bed. I roused myself when somebody?s palm touched me. It took me a few seconds to understand it was Roman.
- Romashka, what? ? I whispered.
- Came to see you, I missed you so much.
- You are crazy. Go to bed!
- No, I want to be with you.
- Roma, you are drunk.
- No, I am fine.
- What time is it?
- Three in the morning, - he bent toward me, - Lenochka, have you forgotten me?
- No I have not. But you must go now.
- I do not have to, - and he lay by my side.
- Roman, we should not...
His hand was already on my breast.
- Let me under your blanket.
- No, Romashka, what are you doing. Parents will hear.
- They are fast asleep, Lena, please, let me in, I am cold.
- Roman, what are you doing, don?t, see how this bed squeaks.
- If you lay quiet, we?ll be alright.

Lena M.   view profile 

Winter is coming to its rights.
- Wear warm, - mother pissed me big time with her warm drawers.

If only she knew what us girls did with that ugly garment. We put that scary shit at home, but before we enter school we dart into the toilet that is outside the building nearby, take that crap off and put into the bag. For the whole day in school we go around like decent people. So if a skirt flings up, all is cool, legs are in nice stockings.
And those drawers we put back on in the same stinky shithouse. Guys call it shithouse, which is correct. After classes it must be hard to understand for everybody why we crowd by that toilet. There is a more civilized place with the similar destination inside the school. Important is not to forget to put them on going home.
New Year is coming soon. Time to hand in the diary! Let?s read it over. Holly shit! Quite a wild life I had. Let those who lived differently envy. But how would I be able to read it to everybody? This is unthinkable.
This is what I am going to say to Natashka.
And something else.
A great joy I have. Nearly forgot. I made a speech about it.
Ladies, gentlemen and comrades! Private boarding school girls and whorehouse tenants! Young pioneers and scouts! Christians and Catholics! Buddists and Jews! Princesses and beggars! Spacewomen! Russian and others!
I am addressing you!
What is the best, most longed for holiday?
New Year? No!
Birthday? No!
March the eighth? Close, but no cigar.
First of May? No!
Easter? No!
Christmas? No!
Independence day? No!

Lyuda J.   view profile 

I liked my first man and wanted him, but we did not actually live together and you could not call our relationships serious. It was casual sex ? once or twice a month, when we met and he was reminded of my existence.

He had many women, but I could not satisfy my needs as easily and often ? basically I lived from one our date to another. My second man did not last long either, it was same kind of relationships ? without love. Only my forth partner was the one I loved, with whom I experienced my first ?orgasm with a man?.
I do feel the longing for him once in a while. We do not live together anymore, but we meet and have sex occasionally, although I have a steady boyfriend now and another guy, Artem, or Tema, I met not long ago on a business trip.
I was in a very miserable mood leaving for that trip: just an hour before I had a fight with my boyfriend, he did not want me to go. Never mind, we will make up eventually ? I was telling myself, - but hardly would I be offered such an interesting job as this one.
My mission was to stay at the sports training base with sportsmen from different cities and write a series of articles about it for one of the newspapers (I am a journalist). The accommodation there could hardly be called luxurious: three people shared a room, a shower down the corridor, but not that it bothered me in the least ? I was used to modest conditions having spent all my youth in Young Pioneers camps. Besides, there was a gorgeous guy residing in the room next door ? Artem, a journalist from Bashkiria. Apparently, he was not such gorgeously built as the athletes guys, but, firstly, he was way more intelligent than most on them, and I like intelligent young men, secondly, he was not so confident in his masculine attraction and did not expect me to faint at his perfection and fall an easy prey to his charms, and do everything he would want me to, and I do like it when my opinion is taken into consideration.
It was obvious that Tema liked me too: in just three hours after we met, we were already sitting on the stand together, watching the footballers training and talked peacefully. Once more I confirmed to myself that Tema was exactly what I needed: attractive enough looking and an interesting company. To get a guy like this in bed is not just physiology, but a sort of intellectual game.

I felt terribly tired in the evening, but I had to yet spend the night at the press center, composing an article on what I had seen during the day. To buck up I went into the shower. Cold water cleared my head a bit, but I slipped on the wet floor and dropped my towel, so it became too wet to use. Feeling sorry for my being such a clumsy cow, I had nothing better than to put a long T-shirt on - a substitute for a robe ? right on the naked body. The T-shirt was white, so having become wet, it clang to my body and become translucent. Pretty sexy, of course, but damn cold. I went to my room to change. At the corridor I ran against Artem ? something does happen in this life in the right time.
- What?s up? ? he asked, although we have just parted about an hour ago, not more, - You coming to the press center?
I noticed that Tema was just asking me something for the same of making me stay there longer, while he stared at my breasts, clearly on display under the wet shirt, and my legs. That was what I wanted, actually. I turned at an angle so that a dim lamp at the ceiling cast a bit more light on me, and he could see me better.
- You know, I am a little bit cold, so I go get changed and we can continue our conversation, - I said.
- If you do not mind, I can warm you up, - smiled Tema embracing me with one arm and turning the light off with another.
For about twenty minutes we indulged in kissing in the dark. If it was not for the wet towel and a bottle of shower gel in my hand, it would have been just perfect. His hands roamed all over my back, making me arch my back, at I felt that if it was to end at that point, I would not be able to sleep until the end of my trip.
- Come to my room, - I said, having remembered that my roommates went to the bar secretly form their coaches and won?t be back in a couple more hours.

Having locked the door behind us, I threw my stuff on the windowsill and hung myself on Artem?s neck, he had already managed to take his shirt off by then. His neck was tense, veins were sticking out, and when I stroked it with my hand he uttered a sigh.
His hands were caressing my breasts, mine ? his belly.
His jeans became too tight for him, so we pulled them down, leaving only his white shorts on.
His cock pressed against my belly.
Redundant T-shirt was dropped on the bed, his lips and tongue were caressing my breasts.
- Wait, - he pulled back suddenly, - I left condoms in my room?
- Never mind, - I whispered, - I am on the pill.
Tema pulled the blanket off the bed and having lifted me in his hands, put me on the bed. He kneeled by me and put my legs on his shoulders. When he entered me, it even hurt a little: I had never had such a big cock before. But after the first friction, pain disappeared and I wished of only one thing ? that he never stopped.
The first orgasm span my head, I felt as if I got into another dimension. And Tema stopped for some reason. Not understanding what happened, I began moving my thighs more, impaling myself on his cock. He did a few more thrusts and stopped.
- What?
- I am tired, - Tema breathed out, - your pussy is so tight. Let?s change position?
Now I was on top of him. That felt good, but my lack of physical training was beginning to tell ? my legs hurt a little.
- Faster, - he whispered and began moving himself in and out stronger.
I began moving as fast as my tired muscles allowed me.
We came together, I had another great orgasm, just because my thighs were so tight.
Tema held my shoulders, turned me over to my side and we kissed facing each other.

I felt his cock pressing against my belly again. He turned me over to my belly and began kissing the back of my neck and my back. I basically flew away. Then he lifted my pelvis a little bit and began fucking me doggy style. The bed was not designed for two people apparently, its squeaking must have been heard all over the corridor.
In a short while I almost lost my mind with pleasure, so did Tema, it seemed. Then he was lying on top of me, breathing heavily. I did not mind ? it was nice to feel how big and strong he was.
Having caught our breath, we began putting our clothes on ? we had to go to the press center. To make sure nobody guessed about anything we decided to go there separately, but it hardly helped ? it was shown on our faces.
Until the very last day of my trip, every night we locked ourselves in the showroom with Tema (my roommates did not go to the bar anymore, so there was not other place available for us). There is another training session coming in a couple of months, he wrote to me he would try to go. I am not sure if I would, although. I made up with my boyfriend and he does not want me to go.

Elia A.   view profile 

The first erotic situation I can recall happened long time ago.
My sister must have been at her last school year then, and she had a boyfriend. I did not quite understand the essence of those relationships then.

They were believed to do home task, or get ready for exams together. My mother must have been apprehensive about their activities developing into something different (and she was damn right, I must say straight ahead). That was why when the guy came, she would send me to play in sister?s room, so that they ?study? ?under my care? :)
But sister was even cleverer than that and always had some sort of ?snickers? for me in store. The bribe was given to me on the occasions they got ?tired studying? and set down to have some ?rest?. I was sent to listen to the steps in the corridor, to watch and make sure nobody disturbed them. The guy would sit on the sofa and sister would put her head on his lap in strange position ? her face down. They ?rested? like this for about 15-20 minutes with my sister?s head moving rhythmically and the guy twitching and breathing nosily. While I stood on guard, guarding their peace.

Listening to the steps in the corridor, I would cast an occasional glance at them. And once, as they were settling down, I noticed a strange object, which sister was trying to hide from me clumsily. Immediately, she got me curious. I rushed to them and meticulously insisted they show me what they were doing. (How come they were hiding things from me!). sister was hesitant, the guy neighed bluntly.
Realizing that I could not be gotten rid off, sister finally came up with an explanation: ?We are making a little elephant?. That was a bad idea ? naturally that got me even more interested (imagine a little elephant!). After 20 minutes of my whining ? ?show me the little elephant? ? they gave up. I was told to stand by the door, sister brought up her boyfriend closer to me and pulled ?the trunk? out of his pants. Then she kneeled in front of him and took the tip of it with her lips. Soon I saw the ?trunk? grew in size.
Sister tore herself away from what she was doing and asked: ?So, are you happy now?? I nodded confused. I was not really impressed by the trick. Funny, for a long time I was confident that sister blew that thing up, just like a balloon. And compared to a real balloon, the result was wretched. They moved over to the sofa and went on with their business. I did not bother them since. The occupation seemed pretty weird to me, especially the secrecy surrounding it, but if people liked it? and, moreover, if they were willing to give a chocolate? let them be? After that they stopped hiding from me and did their ?little elephant? every time they met.

Elia A.   view profile 

First time I had sex? Shit, when was it?... I developed pretty fast, looked older than my age. They called me ?Einstein in a skirt? at school ? that was a slight exaggeration obviously :-), but it was true that the school program was just a breeze for me.

That was why the class teacher began entrusting me with ?pulling up? the backward students in math. That was an easy job ? you give a blockhead a sum about the navvies to do, sit back and watch TV? And you get a lot of privileges for that. ?Elechka is such a smart girl, blah, blah, blah?? I lived with my mother ? she divorced my father when I was only in project, sister lived at her boyfriend?s. Mother hardly had any sex ? not at home, anyway.
So, a new guy came to our class. Max. From day one it was clear to me that I would have to ?pull him up? for years to come. The guy could hardly add two and two. But I must admit, he was very handsome and, as I learned later, had a great muscular body : ).
Afternoons were dark ? winter, mother at work, we were alone with Max. I began to notice that he tried to sit closer to me, rubbing his shoulder against mine, I did not mind at all ? that was pleasant.

Once he came with flowers ? that was the beginning of our romance. Max was very hot, it was he who jumped at me usually. His caresses went far beyond decency and I understood pretty well where we were heading to.
It happened spontaneously and unexpectedly ? he did not expect me to become so horny, I did not expect him to be so persistent. We even did not make it to the bed ? ran out of clothes somewhere in the middle of the room :-), on the soft rug.
I must give him credit ? he had definitely consulted his older brother, and all that?:-) It hurt like hell though ? but then pleasant feelings won over bad ones. Loss of virginity ? definitely was a good experience in my live. We dated for almost two years, I was very proud of him being my boyfriend.
Max got married now, there have been other men in my life, but we are still good friends and see each other occasionally. Years ago he gave me a ring with a little emerald, I still have it. :)

Lidia A.   view profile 

I did not have a boyfriend until I was last years at school. I felt bad about it ? everyone of my friends had, they dated, boasted about it, but I had not? I was the most inconspicuous girl in the class, not very noticeable at all. I never considered myself really pretty, you know.

So it was on the 8th of March holiday. He called me on the phone. His name was Dima. We studied at the same school, only he was a year behind me. We had met, and it happened so that we began sort of dating. I dragged him into the entrance of my block of flats once, and that was where my first kiss happened. We had dated for almost a year, then we parted, but half a year later he began seeking my attention again. That was when our romance started.
Once I invited him to my place and it began there. At first he was shy, but I dragged him onto the bed myself. He began stroking me, unbuttoned my blouse slowly and took it off (I was wearing no bra). I was embarrassed when I saw him staring at my breasts, I felt like covering myself, besides I began to feel sexually aroused.

He looked me in the eyes and took my breast in his hand carefully. I shuddered. Then he squeezed it, but not too tight, just slightly, and I felt so horny, that I felt an urge to jump at him. He began kissing my neck, breasts, belly and began to move lower. I was scared and told him to stop. He did.
After I calmed down a little bit I began kissing him myself. I felt him aroused more and more as I was kissing him. I liked that. Wild ideas came up in my head and I did not notice myself how my hand appeared inside his pants. He did not mind and I squeezed Vasia (that was what we called his cock). He gasped and exhaled loudly. I suggested we try it with pants and underwear off. He agreed, I was very much excited and nervous and began to feel aroused sexually again.
I was embarrassed, but my lower belly was all burning and my hand was shaking. With my eyes closed, I felt his cock and took it in my hand, had a good grip of it and squeezed. Dima moaned very loudly and closed his eyes, I was afraid I hurt him. But it was the other way around! I squeezed again. He moaned again. The harder I squeezed, the louder he moaned. I felt enormous desire myself and was very aroused.

Lidia A.   view profile 

My first real boyfriend, I met after Dima, was a year older than me. We were seeing each other for about 3 months. We loved each other a lot! He looked very experienced in sex to me. I was a virgin still. We dated, but did not get really intimate. I wanted him, but could not make a decision.

Once I learned from my girlfriend, that he cheated on me with some slut he was seeing everyday after we part in the evening. But his being unfaithful did not really offend me, just on the contrary, got me inspired and exited.

So one night we were walking in the park. It was in summer. The park was empty ? only birds were singing, leaves rustling, fresh air and coolness, all that got me exited like crazy. We set on the bench, he (Igor) held me tightly and started to kiss me! I felt so nice.
He started caressing my breasts, and I felt a bit scared, because, first, I knew he wanted sex right now and doing it in the park was a kind of spooky. But it did not stop me for long. Longing for sex was burning me from inside! I wanted him and could hold back no longer.
I allowed him to touch me everywhere. Then got off the bench, kneeled in front of him, unzipped his jeans, took out his cock and started caressing it with my lips. His cock became hard and there was hardly enough room for it in my mouth. And then? He sharply grabbed me by the hands and made me lie on the bench, then spread my legs and started licking my pussy? Oh God, how pleasant it was!!! I made no mistake thinking him experienced! Then he entered me. It hurt and was pleasant at the same time! He came soon.
It was dark in the park, so I saw nothing except Igor. When I came home, I saw blood on my panties. That scared me a bit. But what was there to be scared about? Should have thought before! Nothing could be done then.

About that slut of his, I talked to him, and it turned out my friend was lying! We are not friends anymore. I dated Igor for quite a while. I think we loved each other and never cheated on each other. We had sex regularly, we practiced safe sex. I am not sorry it happed so early to me.

Mary D.   view profile 

I cannot say that my first orgasm happened under some special circumstances. It just came naturally as I began to have regular sex life.
I happened with my first man. We lived together and have sex regularly, every night at first, later, maybe not every night, but often enough.

At first sex for me was just one of the necessary elements of living with a guy. I did not have any special craving for sex at first, it was my boyfriend who needed it more. There were even times when I was not aroused enough, and it all happened in ?dry mode? ? and that was not very pleasant either.
But gradually things changed. We developed some kind of erotic hints, games, touches ? and I really began to feel myself more liberated sexually, and more sensuous.
One day I realized that I began to actively seek sex with him myself, I really got the hang of it. We tried a lot of things in bed and each time I liked it better and better.

Quite often my boyfriend made love to me more than once during one night ? two or even three times a night was not a very rare occasion. And I noticed that I got a very special sensation during the first time, when I felt that he was so hot with desire for me.
It even looked differently: his cock was hard, very tight and resilient, with its head swollen with tension and pressure. The scrotum was tense too, all ?pulled up?. In a word ? a predator, aggressor, wolf ? you name it. :)
I was always looking forward to the night to come, because the first wild seconds of sex I liked much better than the subsequent sex we had after the damping pause.
I wanted that first sex to last as long as possible, I felt something growing inside me, but, unfortunately, it all ended too soon.
Good thing, I was not shy and told my boyfriend about my feelings and asked him to prolong the sweetest first time. At first he did not understand what was wrong with the second of third times that lasted for 30-40 minutes sometime. But then he gave in to my persuasions and began to endure, even gritting his teeth, poor guy. :)

But that became a real revelation for me, because almost immediately, as soon as I was able stay in that state for a little bit longer, I got an orgasm. And my boyfriend understood and appreciated it. Probably he was even happier than me. It seemed he missed my orgasm to feel himself a real man.
After that we had a clear division: the first time was mine (no matter what, give it to me :) The rest was all his, do whatever you want to me ? I am all at your power). We were both happy with that.