Anonymously! Attention! This is not a throw-in! This September I turned 15 years old.

[Anonymous]

Anonymously! Attention! This is not a throw-in! This September I turned 15 years old. My dad and I went to celebrate my birthday at the dacha. There I met my father’s 35-year-old friend Zhenya. We drank champagne, ate red caviar and sent me to bed. Uncle Zhenya came into my room and gave me wireless headphones. No one I know has anything like this and I was very happy about the gift. His bright green eyes froze on my hands, which were greedily clutching the box with headphones. I didn’t understand that I was experiencing such a strange thing at that moment, but these were the first feelings that I experienced. When dad and Uncle Zhenya played volleyball in the morning, I couldn’t think about anything else but how quickly Uncle Zhenya’s hairy chest sweats and how strong his shoulders are. When we were shaking bidkom in a cramped village bus, I felt like my dad’s friend was slightly pressing his torso against me and I had butterflies in my lower stomach. The last night before leaving, I stood in the yard in only shorts and a T-shirt and pointed at the phone, behind me I felt uneven breathing - it was a drunk Zhenya. He hugged me from behind and said that he couldn’t sleep and wasn’t feeling well. He ran his fingers over my bare shoulders and I almost went crazy with pleasure. His hand slid from my neck down to my panties and I moaned. He covered my mouth with his other hand. The body screamed, take all of me, I’m yours. And the mind said that you are just a family friend. He pulled his hand out of my panties and grabbed my lips. This was my first kiss. My nipples became erect and my clitoris became wet. For the first time I felt excited. I felt like a girl. He said: I want to move inside you. Then my father’s steps were heard and Zhenya asked me to forget everything that happened between us, making excuses by saying that he was too drunk and didn’t understand much. He went to bed and I looked after him and didn’t dare say a word. A couple of days later, my dad and I were going home to the city and Uncle Zhenya said come next summer, he hugged me tightly and I almost groaned from the goosebumps running all over my body at that moment. I couldn’t even believe that we wouldn’t see my dad’s friend again. I fell in love with him and didn’t want to leave him. I was ready to run away with him to the ends of the earth. Now I have a boyfriend, Dima. We walk, hug, and when I kissed Dima, I saw Zhenya in my eyes. I broke the kiss and asked for time to think. Dima said he would wait. And with the first sex he also said he would wait. That same night I asked my father how to find Zhenya on VKontakte. I wrote to him to see if he remembers me. Ultimately, I plucked up the courage and admitted my sympathy. I didn’t know his reaction, but I swore to myself that I would confess, no matter what the final outcome of this confession was, he should know about my feelings. What a shock I came to when I found out that my first love was mutual. As a result, we have been communicating for three weeks and we have already had virtual sex. I sent him pictures of my pussy, swearing that I was still a girl, and he sent pictures of his friend. I swore that I would wait for him since he was working shifts. I haven’t gone out for a walk for three weeks now because Zhenya won’t let me. I love him very much and want to live together. He said that it would be a matter of time before he took me to another city and rented an apartment. The other day I went to the store and Dima caught me and started pestering me, almost raped me. I told everything to Zhenya and he said that after tomorrow Dima would come too, dead. After tomorrow we will have our first meeting in a long time of separation. Then Zhenya will leave again and I will wait for him. He asked dad not to say anything about our meeting
I truly love him. Please tell me the first time is very painful or will it be more pleasant with your loved one? I don’t know how to tell dad. I hope he will understand me. He was always understanding and supportive. It’s not Zhenya’s or my fault that we fell in love!

[Absolute]

so no one answered you...

[Alpine9000]

better tell us the continuation of your novel. As for whether it hurts or not, I’ll say this: if you bring the girl well, with tongue, kisses, so that everything flows straight there, and enter smoothly, then everything will be fine.

[STI]

How many letters.
And can you briefly retell it?

Of course I’m at work and I don’t have anything to do, but there’s a lot written

[SR0]

I wonder if Uncle Zhenya ended up sticking it or not

[wizard13]

Eh, a story without continuation.

Although, judging by Uncle Zhenya’s jealousy, the fact that he has unhealthy inclinations that he does not know how to cope with, the girl will face serious disappointments.

And it’s good if only disappointments, and not a broken fate.

If I were her dad, I would beat Uncle Zhenya off with something, at least similar wishes, well, I would send it by stage. There, specially trained people will explain to him why he is wrong))

[Sabrina Schwaltz]

Ehh, dreamers.. Real stories don’t describe things like that.

[racer]

Ehh, dreamers.. Real stories are not described this way.

As always, the author of an unknown age is a man, it’s a pity