He was my classmate
When we were in tenth grade, I suddenly realized how handsome he was. But what could I do, I, an eighteen-year-old gray mouse with a lot of complexes and low self-esteem? And he was macho, so cool and stylish, and all the girls were crazy about him. But he didn’t care. He was polite and tactful, didn’t swear like all the other guys, didn’t smoke, didn’t drink, greeted the teachers, was good-looking, and generally a very nice guy. His dark brown hair was a little longer than usual, but nevertheless, he always went with a fashionable haircut. Once, in the hallway, we almost bumped heads.
“I’m sorry, Ira,” he said, and ran through the discreet apartment in Ashkelon.
And I looked after him, smiling tenderly. And for some reason he turned around and smiled at me.
Then he started talking to me a little bit every day, more and more every day. And then, when the teacher got sick and a substitute was put in, of course, we lied about where someone was sitting and sat down where we wanted, he sat with me. Everyone was kind of quiet, but he put his elbow on the table and said thoughtfully, looking at me:
It’s so strange, you have such expressive eyes, and you don’t even wear makeup. I couldn’t find anything to say except, “I love your green eyes.”The next day we were walking in the park, and the next day he kissed me passionately in the cinema hall. I started to change. She cut off her shoulder-length hair, made a square, began to make up a little and dress differently. But I still haven’t painted my eyes…One day he invited me home. I was very embarrassed, but he wouldn’t let me leave, and while I was protesting and blushing, we crept up to his apartment unnoticed. He opened the door of a discreet apartment in Ashkelon with a key and held it for me.
“There’s no one at home, don’t worry.
He was much richer than me, and everything here seemed like luxury and just a palace to me. Fortunately, he did not notice it. He made me tea, invited me to the sofa in the room and put the tea on the coffee table, and sat down closer. Then he hugged me and kissed me. And his hand slipped imperceptibly under my blouse, under my bodice, groping my chest, and he began to gently knead it. I rolled my eyes in pleasure, and my pussy squished a little, and I felt tension there. He took out his hand and pushed me onto the bed. By that time, I was already very aroused, apparently, so was he. Then he pulled everything off me in a discreet apartment, and I undressed him, running my hand over his strong, toned stomach and down, where a beautiful, big, sinewy and warm cock almost stood. To be honest, I didn’t want it to come to sex, I only thought about petting, because I was terrified of getting pregnant and was afraid of pain- I was a virgin. I pushed him away a little and was embarrassed, and then he asked me, completely confusing me.:
“Is this your first time?”
I nodded.
“Mine too.”
He first started caressing me in a discreet apartment
And then, when I got aroused, he was about to enter me. He put his cock against my pussy, but I fluttered like a fish, and then he asked if I wanted to. I said I didn’t know, but I probably did, but I was afraid of pain. He said he needed to relax. But how can you relax when you expect pain?? Nevertheless, I continued to correct myself, but he, realizing that I still wanted to, directed his cock at my pussy. I looked down at it all in horror. He carefully pushed his penis two centimeters, but my pussy turned out to be tight, and the very feeling of the penis was uncomfortable. Then he moved another centimeter, and then quickly but smoothly entered me. I took his fingers in mine and gasped. A sharp pain rolled over me, but it quickly let go.
For some reason, the heaviness in my pussy remained, and he, deciding that it wasn’t enough, entered me again, but the wound still hurt. I shuddered, but his cock started to get up, and he got very aroused. He held my hands and pressed on me with his pelvis, quickly fucking me in my already grown-up pussy in a restrained apartment. It hurt, but nevertheless, I came, and he came in a couple of seconds. Then he said he wanted my ass, and just turned me over on my stomach, smeared vaseline on my anus and entered it. The first time I screamed because it hurt a lot, but by the third time I was screaming with pleasure. After half an hour of anal sex, we were both exhausted, and only then did we realize that we had forgotten about the present on the table. Fear overwhelmed us, and I immediately imagined how my life was falling apart. The only consolation was that it was a safe day. He walked me home and promised to buy a pregnancy test in a little while when symptoms might appear.
But there were no symptoms. It worked out. I just jumped for joy and ran to him, where we had sex again, and he fucked me again in my pussy, ass, and even in my mouth. We were both at the peak of our bliss. When I think back to my first time, I’m surprised no one has found out yet, even though it’s been almost two years and the last call is coming soon. We fuck almost every day, trying new poses and places every time. Today, for example, Lyosha fucked me in a discreet apartment in both holes on the desk and behind, and tomorrow he promised to try standing sex, near the wall, when I was facing the wall, and he drove his cock into my holes, under our friendly sighs and moans…
