Story _8_ Or how hard it is to have SEX in winter

[Christmas_Christmas]

During my school years, I didn’t really like the cold season. Not because I didn’t like winter. On the contrary, I really love it when there is snow outside, especially when there is a lot of it and my town turns into a fairy tale. The trees, instead of green foliage, are covered with fluffy flakes of snow, even the lampposts and those in the snow, which also adds to their fabulousness, especially at night, when the lanterns are lit on the posts and the snow simply sparkles and shimmers. I liked it when the roofs of houses and sidewalks were covered in snow. Somewhere, they were already cleared, and somewhere the snow lay in its “untouched virgin soil”, and I was the first to step on it, leaving my footprints on a smooth, clean, white veil, or “measured the depth”, choosing places where there was snow There was especially a lot of snow, and the snowdrifts there were “wow.” I really liked doing this when I woke up in the morning, looked out the window, and saw how much snow had accumulated overnight. On such days, I myself was the first to sit down at the table to have breakfast, because otherwise my mother simply wouldn’t let me into the street and after eating, I immediately ran out into the yard to play in the snow....

nIf it started to snow in the evening, then before going to bed, I really liked to sit for a long time by the window and look at this fairy tale. I even started to dream like a fairy tale. When there was no wind at all, and white flakes, falling from above, “sparkled” in the light of the yard lamps, or when it was cold outside and under gusts of wind, the snow covered absolutely everything on the street, at such moments I always imagined myself as some kind of princess , which in the castle, from its tower, “looks out” its prince through the window.
But this is how I perceived winter, according to a fairy tale, in elementary school, but already in the ninth or tenth grade, I had to face the harsh reality. The fact is that in winter, it was very difficult to find a “place” where you could normally “play” without fear that someone might interfere or simply notice.

Sami you see, by the word “play”, I don’t mean “measuring snow depths”; in the 10th grade I already had completely different games.
And if in early autumn, it was still possible to play even “in nature”, more precisely just on the city streets. In my yard, on the farthest bench, in the gazebo of a neighboring house, or somewhere in an “abandoned building”, if I came across one when I and my friends were “scouring the city in search of adventure...

nIn the winter, it was so cold that playing in the fresh air stopped by itself.
And you might think, what a trifle. You can always go “to visit” one of your girlfriends and “play” there as much as you want. Yes, that’s what my girlfriends and I did.
But what were we supposed to do with “my” Artem in winter? Where to “play”, in what places to meet? I’ll say right away that I never invited Artem to my home. I don’t know why, but he himself didn’t particularly insist on coming to “visit” me…. A boy friend, this is no longer the same as girlfriends, and my mother would no longer leave Artem alone in the room with me for a long time, but I think that I would still have time to “come up with something”...
n
The most important thing is that Artem never invited me to his home. And there was only one reason - his parents were against it. Moreover, they objected not because their son was already dating a girl in the 11th grade, they were against me. I don’t know why I didn’t suit them, but I know for sure that they forbade Artem to be friends with me. I even know that they “introduced” him to one girl, a 10th grade student like me, who lived somewhere in the courtyards adjacent to their house and went to another school.

But what is generally "most important" of all is that I did not "have a complex" at all because of such a trifle. The fact is that I came to Artem only for sex and never considered it as my “future destiny”. Yes, I liked him, even very much, and most likely I even “loved” him in my own way, especially his “tasty” penis, so I “met” him only for sex and did not see him as my future husband.

And yes, I was unpleasant, even offended in my own way, that “my” Artem had a new “acquaintance”, but it was not jealousy. There wasn’t even any rivalry. To be honest, I didn’t care at all how his parents treated me, whether he loved “his” Olya or was just pretending... The main thing was that there was still sex between me and Artem, and nothing else interested me.
nI’ll tell you more that I even knew this Olya, I clearly knew her. She studied at a different school and “academically” I did not intersect with her at all. But sometimes, in Artyom’s yard, I met her. She didn’t come to fight me, just as I didn’t come to her, but “arguments” sometimes happened between us. It’s just that if I came to terms with the fact that Artem had a new girl, then Olya herself, I think, was very angry that “her” Artem continues to date “his ex.” Moreover, Olya knew that I was taking Artem into my mouth, I think he himself told her about it. They probably had a “conversation” because of me, and Artem, in order to justify himself, couldn’t find anything better than to tell her that there was nothing “between us”, and that I was only sucking him off... Damn... that’s another excuse...
n
And how do I know this? Olya herself told me this, or rather reproached me. At our next “meeting”, she could not restrain herself and in response to my remark addressed to her, she answered me that “even though she is like that, she doesn’t grab her by the cheek like I do”...

Some people will probably judge me now, they will say that I am a “go-getter” if I continued to suck off a guy who has a new girl. Others will say that I needed this Olya to arrange a “dark” one, catching her “with my whole mafia”…. Only I didn’t need all this... Moreover, I could beat her myself, and not because I was physically stronger than her. I completely suppressed her even psychologically. I “saw and tried” more than she did, starting from my “games” with my girlfriends and ending with what I already saw and sucked dick...

I don’t know what Olya saw or sucked there, but even the fact that I myself easily wandered around the whole city, rode a bicycle to the “village” and was not afraid of anyone or anything speaks volumes... But Olya was just “my mother’s girl” and nothing more. I’m not saying she was a "barbie" or just intimidated. She was simply at home, and in terms of “argument”, she was not my rival.
Of course, it was unpleasant for me that Artem took and told her such an intimate detail, and of course I could “catch” Olya with my friends , and “talk to her about life” so that she “knows her place”…. But what stopped me was not even the fact that my friends would immediately find out what I put in my mouth, and in secret from them... I just didn’t aggravate the conflict, leaving the solution to the problem for later...

By the way, about “catch”..... It soon turned out that I didn’t have to catch that Olya. Saturday, around 9 pm, it’s already full night on the streets, and my friends and I are returning home from the festivities. “City Day” happens once a year, so we had every right to take a walk on this day.
It turns out that Olya also “went” to City Day, but I just don’t understand how she ended up alone at the bus stop. Most likely, she and her group stopped to wait for the bus, and after standing for some time, her friends went on foot, and she, out of stubbornness, remained waiting for the bus at the stop.
Why do I think so, well, -First, she will tell me all this herself, only then. And secondly, my friends and I were also waiting for a trolleybus at a stop in the next block and without waiting, and for some reason the city transport was running intermittently that day, we, through the courtyards, went out onto the street along which we walked... well, there, at the stop I saw Olya.

I won’t say that I immediately noticed some kind of “halo of danger” or “black cloud” hanging over her and visible only to me, but that the girl to put it mildly, she was “worried” that she was alone in the city, I understood immediately. Moreover, when she saw me in the “crowd” of girls, she was completely frightened, because I could just see the fear in her eyes...

Having caught up with her, I nodded to her, and she nodded to me answer…. And damn... it’s not that I felt sorry for her.. It’s just that a lonely girl, such a sweetie, stands at the bus stop alone and just by her appearance “attracts trouble to herself. I stopped. I asked her, “Are you going home?” Are you waiting for the bus?”... She nodded silently..... and I invited her to come with us...

Svetka, in her “through her lip” manner, asked “- Do you know her? ”, and I almost blurted out, in response - “Yes, this is my girl....”, I almost said “my boy”, and ended with “my friend”...
Damn... Olya walked next to us like a mouse , probably expecting “trouble” from me... But we walked around the city on foot, cheerfully and loudly discussing everything that we saw today and Olya gradually thawed out... Well, when we, on the way, went to the supermarket and bought ourselves various goodies and I treated her , Olya actually took my hand... So I “handed” and led her home, and at first we “in a crowd”, went through her yard, and then we went to our place...

nDamn, I got distracted, but that’s okay. I’ll go back to “my Artem.” With the onset of cold weather, there was simply no place for us to meet, so we started doing it in the entrances. First, in the entrances of houses, his own yard. And although it was uncomfortable to “meet” in the entrance, we managed to play.
We could start on the street, well, kiss, in the yard, and only then went inside. Already there, Artem “pounced” on me and started groping me. Through clothes, and not only. Everything that he could expose in me was immediately freed from clothing. Without looking away from my mouth and continuing to kiss me, Artem unbuttoned my jacket, kneaded my breasts, first through the sweater, and then put his hands under it and kneaded my bare tits. Very often, right at the entrance, he could lift my sweater up to my chin and kiss my completely bare chest and stomach, groping me all over with his hands.

My jeans with panties, still in the entrance, he pulled down to my knees and touched and kneaded my naked butt... Artyom really liked my smell, and he always knelt down in front of me, and burying his face between my legs, greedily inhaled me.

It was in In this half-naked state, he led me into the “bunker”, a small room on the first floor, where there was a separate passage under the stairs and where the “switchboard” was located or whatever it’s called, but there was all the “stuffing” connected with light...
Here, I was already completely undressed, well, as far as I could. I completely took off my jacket, sweater and T-shirt, but Artem pulled my jeans and panties down to my ankles.
Hugs, kisses, paws. The thing is that there wasn’t much space in that “bunker,” so Artyom couldn’t put me on the floor and lie on top of me. But we could have done without it.

We closed the door from the inside and Artyom either pressed my back to the door, greedily pounced on me, showering me all over with kisses, or turned my back to him , and I pressed my boobs to the surface of the door, stuck my butt out back and Artem touched me all over and kissed me.
There was no sexual intercourse between us, as such. I either sucked him, and he was in the bunker, he always came in my mouth and I swallowed everything, or I squeezed his penis between my thighs. And it didn’t matter whether I was facing Artem at that moment, or whether he turned my back to him. He pushed his penis between my legs and I squeezed it tightly with my thighs, and so he “began”...

In principle, everything was very good and fun, especially when we heard how the entrance was coming in, or coming out, one of the neighbors and Artem had to “freeze” so that we wouldn’t be discovered because of the noise…. There was only one inconvenience: Artem, having finished, always “let” me lick his penis, which I did with pleasure, and only then “hid it back in his jeans. For me, with his sperm on my thighs, it was more difficult and I always had to have something at hand to wipe myself off. And the most unpleasant thing is that no matter how well I wiped myself, it was still sticky between my legs. Why am I clarifying this particular detail now, because when I returned home, I had a persistent feeling of “stickiness and dirtyness” between my legs. It even seemed to me that my panties were sticking to my body because of this. And when I entered the apartment, the first thing I did was take off my jeans and run to the bathroom to quickly “wash” my panties, and only then washed myself...

But we didn’t “get high” in this way for long . No more than a week. One of the adults noticed that the door of the “bunker” was not locked, and one “fine” day, a lock appeared on the door, and we again had to look for a place.
And we found it. They simply went up to the top floor, and there they began to make love. And I liked “up there” even more than in the bunker. It was more spacious here, and there was no need to worry about getting caught in some of the wires or switches, and most importantly, it was much warmer here, and I was even able to undress completely... literally.

Artem I knew very well which of the entrances was the safest, from the point of view of whether neighbors or uninvited guests might suddenly appear there, and we began to “play” there.
Damn... right here, on the very top floor, Artem was already lying on top of me and putting me in various positions. He especially liked to put me on my paws, well, on all fours, and he positioned himself behind me and began to “fuck” me. No, he still didn’t enter me, I, as before, tightly squeezed his penis with my thighs and he, just like that, having me between his thighs, always achieved orgasm.

He also liked it "fuck" me in the mouth. I mean, it’s not like when I sucked him, he really loved that too…. And he was the one who “fucked” me.
Usually I stood in front of him on all fours or on my knees and he simply inserted his penis into my mouth and firmly grabbed my hair and even my ears with his hands, very strongly, hard, and most importantly deep, well, as far as possible, he gave it to my mouth.
And here he no longer necessarily came in my mouth. Now he could cum on my face, lips or chest, or cum on my ass and even my back. He almost always did this when I was standing on my paws, and he “had” me from behind....

But somewhere towards the end of winter, we were deprived of this meeting place. The fact is that his friends began to join us. Not in the sense that Artem began to share me with his comrades, they just somehow “magically” often found themselves next to us and on such days, of course, there was no sex at all. We didn’t even kiss.

It got to the point that sometimes it was completely impossible to be alone and then I, bored, simply called him and told him that in 15-20 minutes I’d be at his place the door so he could go out. He came out….. And we didn’t even kiss at such moments, I just knelt in front of him and sucked him off. We didn’t even go anywhere, and I took it into his mouth right in front of the door....
I admit to myself and to you that it was at these moments that I felt incredibly ashamed and at the same time very good. I was ashamed, because I understood perfectly well that now I looked just like some whore who herself persuaded the guy to give it to her mouth.

There was also a feeling of danger, and of fear. The fact is that when I was sucking Artyom, sometimes, especially on the floors below, we heard the door in the apartment opening or closing, we heard one of the neighbors starting to go up, or down, the stairs.....
And although we were never “caught,” the feeling of danger was always present. And precisely because of this, I really liked everything that was happening. I was excited to such an extent that I unbuttoned my jeans, sometimes even lowered them, and “made myself with my hand,” bringing myself to orgasm... Sometimes I didn’t manage to cum, or rather, I “didn’t have time,” for example, when a voice was heard outside the apartment door Artem’s mother, who, turning to his father, said, “That Artem came out into the entrance undressed, if only he had thrown on a jacket”…. So, when I heard the voice of Artem’s mother in the corridor, I ran away from his door in a matter of seconds... But I admit that if it had not been his mother, but let’s say I heard the voice of a neighbor behind the “strange” door, then I would have gone nowhere did not run away, but continued to suck. The very thought that I could be “burned” for such a shameful activity made this “activity” much more desirable and exciting for me.

And then our meetings stopped completely. The fact is that Artem was a year older than me and was finishing 11th grade, so in the summer, he supposedly would go to his aunt in a neighboring town for a “week”. And it will remain there for the entire duration of my studies. Well, I myself, in a year, next summer, will also go to another city, only to the “metropolitan” one, to study at the university...
I never met Artem again. I only know that he got married and has his own family, he has children. By the way, he tied his fate not with Olya at all, but with one of his “fellow students” at the institute..
I see Olya very rarely, but I see each other during those periods when I return to my hometown . By the way, she is a doctor by training, and just last year, when my mother was in poor health, and my husband and I went to my parents’ home, it was Olya who helped me get some medicines, the “originals” of which at that time wasn’t in the pharmacy...

Something like this.... And I again apologize to the readers for the fact that there is practically no sex in this Story.

[Eustace]

Well, when we, on the way, went to the supermarket and bought ourselves various goodies

I hope, Beer and Cigarettes!!!

[Christmas_Christmas]

damn... The stories are getting longer and longer and soon it will become uninteresting to read them at all(((
okay, I’ll figure something out. I’ll change the format\size, or in general, as they say. "Maybe that’s enough already....."

[Christmas_Christmas]

Well, when we, on the way, went to the supermarket and bought ourselves various goodies

I hope, Beer and Cigarettes!!!

what else was damn missing... who do you take us for? We took some vodka and "snack")))
just kidding...
but seriously, when did you manage to change your "Nickname"? And most importantly, why?

[Eustace]

Who do you take us for? we took some vodka and "snack")))

Respect, Respect!!!! Our Girl!!!

seriously, when did you manage to change your Nickname? And most importantly, why?

Alexov Divorced like G...na!!, and it seems like he didn’t replace Eustace-Alexa (I saw the movie) :crazy :

[Christmas_Christmas]

Alexov Divorced like G...na!!, and it seems like he didn’t replace Eustace-Alexa (I saw the movie)

damn... how self-critical you are))))... just kidding...
and I didn’t understand you... in the movies they show that Alexov got divorced like...?

[Eustace]

in the movies they show that Alexov got divorced like...

yeah, in the movie, The Extermination of Alexov!

[Eustace]

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Natali_Natali, well, what should the main character do in the second episode? She sucks like mad!!!, and in this one she also drinks Vodka, and sucks again!!! that’s all and Eustace will be fired from the Project!))) I thought "STEAM" would save my fate in this series, no idea!!!

[Gourmet]

I don’t know about winter...I remember summer...the cold summer of 1985. I was never able to fuck (I don’t recognize any other words) the wife of the chief agronomist... I liked her so much. I was a mechanic...she was an accountant. I thought through everything and organized it. The car... in which we will go to the regional center... I found the reason why we will go to the regional center together... the route along which we will go to the regional center... the place where I will fuck her. I determined the place in the middle of a field on a road that few people drive on... but in the middle of a field so that no one would catch it. We kissed... I laid her out on the seats... she was wearing a light dress... so I just pulled off her panties... but I couldn’t fuck her... my bare ass was attacked by mosquitoes... I retreated... .they were so evil it was terrifying. I was only twenty years old... I knew only one position... it was a little more... this was over time... with gaining experience, I realized that I could fuck while sitting))) Ignorance of the basic fundamentals and so many missed opportunities...a nightmare...as soon as I remember, I shudder))

[Eustace]

could have fucked her while sitting)))

right, let them bite her Ass!

[Christmas_Christmas]

I don’t know about winter...I remember summer...the cold summer of 1985. I was never able to fuck (I don’t recognize any other words) the wife of the chief agronomist... I liked her so much. I was a mechanic...she was an accountant. I thought through everything and organized it. The car... in which we will go to the regional center... I found the reason why we will go to the regional center together... the route along which we will go to the regional center... the place where I will fuck her. I determined the place in the middle of a field on a road that few people drive on... but in the middle of a field so that no one would catch it. We kissed... I laid her out on the seats... she was wearing a light dress... so I just pulled off her panties... but I couldn’t fuck her... my bare ass was attacked by mosquitoes... I retreated... .they were so evil it was terrifying. I was only twenty years old... I knew only one position... it was a little more... this was over time... with gaining experience, I realized that I could fuck while sitting))) Ignorance of the basic fundamentals and so many missed opportunities... a nightmare... as soon as I remember, I shudder))

damn... a cool story happened to you)))

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Natali_Natali, well, what should the main character do in the second episode? She sucks like crazy!!!, and in this one she also drinks Vodka, and again sucks!!! that’s all and Eustace will be fired from the Project!))) I thought "STEAM" would save my fate in this series, no idea!!!

here you are with your, or rather my, "steam".... given to you that steam....
but seriously, there are too many stories, or too often....this is also "not good"...
what do I mean, I’ll tell you about “steams” closer to summer, and only if I tell you more...

[Eustace]

Natali_Natali, while reading everything I was waiting for the moment when Artyom at some point he will penetrate you to the full length of his shaft, you will let out a loud, drawn-out groan throughout the entire entrance, the locks will click, and the menacing Aunties in dirty dressing gowns, with their Men with huge bellies, will shout something while hanging over you, and you will Fuck it all....., breathing heavily and hearing nothing with Fog in your eyes, slowly coming to your senses, you will collect your clothes scattered around the entrance..... : -Dp.s Well, it wouldn’t hurt to add Winter after all!

[Eustace]

I’ll tell you closer to summer, and only if I tell you again.

[Christmas_Christmas]

Natali_Natali, I was waiting for everything while reading the moment when Artyom at some point penetrates the entire length of his shaft into you, you will let out a loud, drawn-out groan throughout the entire entrance, the locks will click, and the menacing Aunties in dirty dressing gowns, with their Men with huge bellies, will shout something while hanging over you , and you won’t give a fuck..., breathing heavily and hearing nothing with Fog in your eyes, slowly coming to your senses, you will collect your clothes scattered around the entrance..... p.s Well, it wouldn’t hurt to add Winter after all!

damn... it would probably be very "Interesting" if that’s exactly how it all turned out. Maybe I would have turned out differently in the end... Maybe there would have been less "corruption"...
but none of this happened, unfortunately or fortunately... I told you how it happened and nothing more..
Many, very many things will begin in the summer, when I finish 10th grade and move on to 11th grade)))..
but I say it again, I’ll tell you in the summer.. I got so carried away by my stories...

something like this...

[Bully Carrie]

Something like this…. And I again apologize to the readers for the fact that there is practically no sex in this Story.

This story is very sexy, literally electrifying and even sparkling)) Thank you , what are you writing

[Christmas_Christmas]

Something like this…. And I again apologize to the readers for the fact that there is practically no sex in this Story.

This story is very sexy, literally electrifying and even sparkling)) Thank you , what are you writing

thank you so much for your feedback

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Although I think "details" I could add more

[Flowers]

I have the most pleasant memories of sex and cold in the literal, thermobaric sense. When a woman pulls your frozen, microscopic penis out of the bag and puts it in her warm mouth. Stupid! And then she allows me to kneel in front of her womb!

[Canis91]

Natali_Natali,

[Barsuk70]

- Well, Vovochka, read your essay about winter?
- North, winter.
- Okay, Vovochka, next?
- There are snowdrifts.
n - So, you put it beautifully.
- And on one ice snowdrift wolves are fucking...
- Ugh, Vovochka, well, this is somehow not beautiful, somehow not convenient!
- Of course it’s uncomfortable, your legs are moving apart!

[Gourmet]

damn... a cool story happened to you)))

What a story there is... a life tragedy. I still fucked her. They had a separate enterprise with their own office. And in this office I fucked her (I remember her name was Lyuba). In the midst of intercourse, her boss came in (he had his own key). The guy turned out to be a guy... he didn’t call. As a result, I had to leave with my family earlier than planned. The chief agronomist and Lyuba subsequently also left. Now this is history...then it was a tragedy and I didn’t know what to do.

[Eustace]

This is now a story...then it was a tragedy and I didn’t know what to do.

and how it ended, in the end!

[Eustace]

Although I think "details" I could add more

[Gourmet]

and how it ended, in the Bottom Line!

In my Bottom Line, she remained in my memory... in their family bottom line, I don’t know what happened. In general...I looked for her later

[Eustace]

I looked for it later

didn’t find it?

[Christmas_Christmas]

Although I think I could have added more "details

flowers, as I understand it, in exchange for ""details"?

[Eustace]

flowers, as I understand it, in exchange for ""details"?

from the heart! Darling!!!

[Christmas_Christmas]

from the heart! Darling!!!

damn.... thanks))))

[Gourmet]

Gourmet: ↑32 minutes ago
I looked for it later
didn’t find it? c

Found it. The area is small...just three Frances. I was not looking for a meeting with her. After that, it started... fuck everything that moves.

[Eustace]

fucking everything that moves.

respect and respect

[Christmas_Christmas]

In my Result, she remained in my memory...

Yes, we still have a lot in our memory... both good and bad

[Eustace]

Yes, we retain a lot in our memory... both good and bad

I have a Lighter!

[Christmas_Christmas]

Yes, we retain a lot in our memory... both good and bad

I have a Lighter!

damn you with that lighter... I can tell you in detail how it all happened then..
only...later..otherwise I’m like a “general storyteller.”.... I’m telling the damn story and telling it.... I just can’t calm down

[Eustace]

you

will turn it off again. I’ll tell everyone that you’re a bot.

[Eustace]

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otherwise I’m like a "general storyteller".

with X (dots here) or General!

[Christmas_Christmas]

you

will turn it off again. I’ll tell everyone that you’re a bot.

yes, I forget that we switched to "you"))))...
what about "play Bot".... damn, I’ve never "played "Bot".

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otherwise I’m like a “general storyteller.”

with X (here dots) General!

here you are with big eyes))))... and the truth is.. "general". . I’m like a women’s restroom, to be shared,,, Nobody’s - that’s more correct)))
Damn... "Whoever understands me, I will be someone’s"

[Eustace]

what about "play Bot".... damn, I’ve never "played "Bot".

this is crazy cool, and how nice it is!!!

[Eustace]

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"Whoever understands me, I will be whose" n

after reading the word "lighter" I understood!!

[Christmas_Christmas]

after reading the word "lighter" I understood!!

what?

[Tapkin]

Well, when we, on the way, went to the supermarket and bought ourselves various goodies

I hope, Beer and Cigarettes!!!

I haven’t read it yet, what do you think..WILL IT WORK TODAY?)))) :smile103 :

[Christmas_Christmas]

Well, on the way, we stopped at the supermarket and bought ourselves various goodies

I hope, Beer and Cigarettes! !!

I haven’t read it yet, what do you think..WILL IT WORK TODAY?)))) :smile103 :

Who are you asking? from me or from dear Alex... damn, Eustace?

[Tapkin]

During my school years, I didn’t really like the cold season. Not because I didn’t like winter. On the contrary, I really love it when there is snow outside, especially when there is a lot of it and my town turns into a fairy tale. The trees, instead of green foliage, are covered with fluffy flakes of snow, even the lampposts and those in the snow, which also adds to their fabulousness, especially at night, when the lanterns are lit on the posts and the snow simply sparkles and shimmers. I liked it when the roofs of houses and sidewalks were covered in snow. Somewhere, they were already cleared, and somewhere the snow lay in its “untouched virgin soil”, and I was the first to step on it, leaving my footprints on a smooth, clean, white veil, or “measured the depth”, choosing places where there was snow There was especially a lot of snow, and the snowdrifts there were “wow.” I really liked doing this when I woke up in the morning, looked out the window, and saw how much snow had accumulated overnight. On such days, I myself was the first to sit down at the table to have breakfast, because otherwise my mother simply wouldn’t let me into the street and after eating, I immediately ran out into the yard to play in the snow....

nIf it started to snow in the evening, then before going to bed, I really liked to sit for a long time by the window and look at this fairy tale. I even started to dream like a fairy tale. When there was no wind at all, and white flakes, falling from above, “sparkled” in the light of the yard lamps, or when it was cold outside and under gusts of wind, the snow covered absolutely everything on the street, at such moments I always imagined myself as some kind of princess , which in the castle, from its tower, “looks out” its prince through the window.
But this is how I perceived winter, according to a fairy tale, in elementary school, but already in the ninth or tenth grade, I had to face the harsh reality. The fact is that in winter, it was very difficult to find a “place” where you could normally “play” without fear that someone might interfere or simply notice.

Sami you see, by the word “play”, I don’t mean “measuring snow depths”; in the 10th grade I already had completely different games.
And if in early autumn, it was still possible to play even “in nature”, more precisely just on the city streets. In my yard, on the farthest bench, in the gazebo of a neighboring house, or somewhere in an “abandoned building”, if I came across one when I and my friends were “scouring the city in search of adventure...

nIn the winter, it was so cold that playing in the fresh air stopped by itself.
And you might think, what a trifle. You can always go “to visit” one of your girlfriends and “play” there as much as you want. Yes, that’s what my girlfriends and I did.
But what were we supposed to do with “my” Artem in winter? Where to “play”, in what places to meet? I’ll say right away that I never invited Artem to my home. I don’t know why, but he himself didn’t particularly insist on coming to “visit” me…. A boy friend, this is no longer the same as girlfriends, and my mother would no longer leave Artem alone in the room with me for a long time, but I think that I would still have time to “come up with something”...
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The most important thing is that Artem never invited me to his home. And there was only one reason - his parents were against it. Moreover, they objected not because their son was already dating a girl in the 11th grade, they were against me. I don’t know why I didn’t suit them, but I know for sure that they forbade Artem to be friends with me. I even know that they “introduced” him to one girl, a 10th grade student like me, who lived somewhere in the courtyards adjacent to their house and went to another school.

But what is generally "most important" of all is that I did not "have a complex" at all because of such a trifle. The fact is that I came to Artem only for sex and never considered it as my “future destiny”. Yes, I liked him, even very much, and most likely I even “loved” him in my own way, especially his “tasty” penis, so I “met” him only for sex and did not see him as my future husband.

And yes, I was unpleasant, even offended in my own way, that “my” Artem had a new “acquaintance”, but it was not jealousy. There wasn’t even any rivalry. To be honest, I didn’t care at all how his parents treated me, whether he loved “his” Olya or was just pretending... The main thing was that there was still sex between me and Artem, and nothing else interested me.
nI’ll tell you more that I even knew this Olya, I clearly knew her. She studied at a different school and “academically” I did not intersect with her at all. But sometimes, in Artyom’s yard, I met her. She didn’t come to fight me, just as I didn’t come to her, but “arguments” sometimes happened between us. It’s just that if I came to terms with the fact that Artem had a new girl, then Olya herself, I think, was very angry that “her” Artem continues to date “his ex.” Moreover, Olya knew that I was taking Artem into my mouth, I think he himself told her about it. They probably had a “conversation” because of me, and Artem, in order to justify himself, couldn’t find anything better than to tell her that there was nothing “between us”, and that I was only sucking him off... Damn... that’s another excuse...
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And how do I know this? Olya herself told me this, or rather reproached me. At our next “meeting”, she could not restrain herself and in response to my remark addressed to her, she answered me that “even though she is like that, she doesn’t grab her by the cheek like I do”...

Some people will probably judge me now, they will say that I am a “go-getter” if I continued to suck off a guy who has a new girl. Others will say that I needed this Olya to arrange a “dark” one, catching her “with my whole mafia”…. Only I didn’t need all this... Moreover, I could beat her myself, and not because I was physically stronger than her. I completely suppressed her even psychologically. I “saw and tried” more than she did, starting from my “games” with my girlfriends and ending with what I already saw and sucked dick...

I don’t know what Olya saw or sucked there, but even the fact that I myself easily wandered around the whole city, rode a bicycle to the “village” and was not afraid of anyone or anything speaks volumes... But Olya was just “my mother’s girl” and nothing more. I’m not saying she was a "barbie" or just intimidated. She was simply at home, and in terms of “argument”, she was not my rival.
Of course, it was unpleasant for me that Artem took and told her such an intimate detail, and of course I could “catch” Olya with my friends , and “talk to her about life” so that she “knows her place”…. But what stopped me was not even the fact that my friends would immediately find out what I put in my mouth, and in secret from them... I just didn’t aggravate the conflict, leaving the solution to the problem for later...

By the way, about “catch”..... It soon turned out that I didn’t have to catch that Olya. Saturday, around 9 pm, it’s already full night on the streets, and my friends and I are returning home from the festivities. “City Day” happens once a year, so we had every right to take a walk on this day.
It turns out that Olya also “went” to City Day, but I just don’t understand how she ended up alone at the bus stop. Most likely, she and her group stopped to wait for the bus, and after standing for some time, her friends went on foot, and she, out of stubbornness, remained waiting for the bus at the stop.
Why do I think so, well, -First, she will tell me all this herself, only then. And secondly, my friends and I were also waiting for a trolleybus at a stop in the next block and without waiting, and for some reason the city transport was running intermittently that day, we, through the courtyards, went out onto the street along which we walked... well, there, at the stop I saw Olya.

I won’t say that I immediately noticed some kind of “halo of danger” or “black cloud” hanging over her and visible only to me, but that the girl to put it mildly, she was “worried” that she was alone in the city, I understood immediately. Moreover, when she saw me in the “crowd” of girls, she was completely frightened, because I could just see the fear in her eyes...

Having caught up with her, I nodded to her, and she nodded to me answer…. And damn... it’s not that I felt sorry for her.. It’s just that a lonely girl, such a sweetie, stands at the bus stop alone and just by her appearance “attracts trouble to herself. I stopped. I asked her, “Are you going home?” Are you waiting for the bus?”... She nodded silently..... and I invited her to come with us...

Svetka, in her “through her lip” manner, asked “- Do you know her? ”, and I almost blurted out, in response - “Yes, this is my girl....”, I almost said “my boy”, and ended with “my friend”...
Damn... Olya walked next to us like a mouse , probably expecting “trouble” from me... But we walked around the city on foot, cheerfully and loudly discussing everything that we saw today and Olya gradually thawed out... Well, when we, on the way, went to the supermarket and bought ourselves various goodies and I treated her , Olya actually took my hand... So I “handed” and led her home, and at first we “in a crowd”, went through her yard, and then we went to our place...

nDamn, I got distracted, but that’s okay. I’ll go back to “my Artem.” With the onset of cold weather, there was simply no place for us to meet, so we started doing it in the entrances. First, in the entrances of houses, his own yard. And although it was uncomfortable to “meet” in the entrance, we managed to play.
We could start on the street, well, kiss, in the yard, and only then went inside. Already there, Artem “pounced” on me and started groping me. Through clothes, and not only. Everything that he could expose in me was immediately freed from clothing. Without looking away from my mouth and continuing to kiss me, Artem unbuttoned my jacket, kneaded my breasts, first through the sweater, and then put his hands under it and kneaded my bare tits. Very often, right at the entrance, he could lift my sweater up to my chin and kiss my completely bare chest and stomach, groping me all over with his hands.

My jeans with panties, still in the entrance, he pulled down to my knees and touched and kneaded my naked butt... Artyom really liked my smell, and he always knelt down in front of me, and burying his face between my legs, greedily inhaled me.

It was in In this half-naked state, he led me into the “bunker”, a small room on the first floor, where there was a separate passage under the stairs and where the “switchboard” was located or whatever it’s called, but there was all the “stuffing” connected with light...
Here, I was already completely undressed, well, as far as I could. I completely took off my jacket, sweater and T-shirt, but Artem pulled my jeans and panties down to my ankles.
Hugs, kisses, paws. The thing is that there wasn’t much space in that “bunker,” so Artyom couldn’t put me on the floor and lie on top of me. But we could have done without it.

We closed the door from the inside and Artyom either pressed my back to the door, greedily pounced on me, showering me all over with kisses, or turned my back to him , and I pressed my boobs to the surface of the door, stuck my butt out back and Artem touched me all over and kissed me.
There was no sexual intercourse between us, as such. I either sucked him, and he was in the bunker, he always came in my mouth and I swallowed everything, or I squeezed his penis between my thighs. And it didn’t matter whether I was facing Artem at that moment, or whether he turned my back to him. He pushed his penis between my legs and I squeezed it tightly with my thighs, and so he “began”...

In principle, everything was very good and fun, especially when we heard how the entrance was coming in, or coming out, one of the neighbors and Artem had to “freeze” so that we wouldn’t be discovered because of the noise…. There was only one inconvenience: Artem, having finished, always “let” me lick his penis, which I did with pleasure, and only then “hid it back in his jeans. For me, with his sperm on my thighs, it was more difficult and I always had to have something at hand to wipe myself off. And the most unpleasant thing is that no matter how well I wiped myself, it was still sticky between my legs. Why am I clarifying this particular detail now, because when I returned home, I had a persistent feeling of “stickiness and dirtyness” between my legs. It even seemed to me that my panties were sticking to my body because of this. And when I entered the apartment, the first thing I did was take off my jeans and run to the bathroom to quickly “wash” my panties, and only then washed myself...

But we didn’t “get high” in this way for long . No more than a week. One of the adults noticed that the door of the “bunker” was not locked, and one “fine” day, a lock appeared on the door, and we again had to look for a place.
And we found it. They simply went up to the top floor, and there they began to make love. And I liked “up there” even more than in the bunker. It was more spacious here, and there was no need to worry about getting caught in some of the wires or switches, and most importantly, it was much warmer here, and I was even able to undress completely... literally.

Artem I knew very well which of the entrances was the safest, from the point of view of whether neighbors or uninvited guests might suddenly appear there, and we began to “play” there.
Damn... right here, on the very top floor, Artem was already lying on top of me and putting me in various positions. He especially liked to put me on my paws, well, on all fours, and he positioned himself behind me and began to “fuck” me. No, he still didn’t enter me, I, as before, tightly squeezed his penis with my thighs and he, just like that, having me between his thighs, always achieved orgasm.

He also liked it "fuck" me in the mouth. I mean, it’s not like when I sucked him, he really loved that too…. And he was the one who “fucked” me.
Usually I stood in front of him on all fours or on my knees and he simply inserted his penis into my mouth and firmly grabbed my hair and even my ears with his hands, very strongly, hard, and most importantly deep, well, as far as possible, he gave it to my mouth.
And here he no longer necessarily came in my mouth. Now he could cum on my face, lips or chest, or cum on my ass and even my back. He almost always did this when I was standing on my paws, and he “had” me from behind....

But somewhere towards the end of winter, we were deprived of this meeting place. The fact is that his friends began to join us. Not in the sense that Artem began to share me with his comrades, they just somehow “magically” often found themselves next to us and on such days, of course, there was no sex at all. We didn’t even kiss.

It got to the point that sometimes it was completely impossible to be alone and then I, bored, simply called him and told him that in 15-20 minutes I’d be at his place the door so he could go out. He came out….. And we didn’t even kiss at such moments, I just knelt in front of him and sucked him off. We didn’t even go anywhere, and I took it into his mouth right in front of the door....
I admit to myself and to you that it was at these moments that I felt incredibly ashamed and at the same time very good. I was ashamed, because I understood perfectly well that now I looked just like some whore who herself persuaded the guy to give it to her mouth.

There was also a feeling of danger, and of fear. The fact is that when I was sucking Artyom, sometimes, especially on the floors below, we heard the door in the apartment opening or closing, we heard one of the neighbors starting to go up, or down, the stairs.....
And although we were never “caught,” the feeling of danger was always present. And precisely because of this, I really liked everything that was happening. I was excited to such an extent that I unbuttoned my jeans, sometimes even lowered them, and “made myself with my hand,” bringing myself to orgasm... Sometimes I didn’t manage to cum, or rather, I “didn’t have time,” for example, when a voice was heard outside the apartment door Artem’s mother, who, turning to his father, said, “That Artem came out into the entrance undressed, if only he had thrown on a jacket”…. So, when I heard the voice of Artem’s mother in the corridor, I ran away from his door in a matter of seconds... But I admit that if it had not been his mother, but let’s say I heard the voice of a neighbor behind the “strange” door, then I would have gone nowhere did not run away, but continued to suck. The very thought that I could be “burned” for such a shameful activity made this “activity” much more desirable and exciting for me.

And then our meetings stopped completely. The fact is that Artem was a year older than me and was finishing 11th grade, so in the summer, he supposedly would go to his aunt in a neighboring town for a “week”. And it will remain there for the entire duration of my studies. Well, I myself, in a year, next summer, will also go to another city, only to the “metropolitan” one, to study at the university...
I never met Artem again. I only know that he got married and has his own family, he has children. By the way, he tied his fate not with Olya at all, but with one of his “fellow students” at the institute..
I see Olya very rarely, but I see each other during those periods when I return to my hometown . By the way, she is a doctor by training, and just last year, when my mother was in poor health, and my husband and I went to my parents’ home, it was Olya who helped me get some medicines, the “originals” of which at that time wasn’t in the pharmacy...

Something like this.... And I again apologize to the readers for the fact that there is practically no sex in this Story.

..what a bad idea!
It feels like we were somewhere "deceived" by understatement, as if a couple of chapters were torn out of the novel for sure!(((

and of course, thanks to the author for his sincerity!)))

[Christmas_Christmas]

what a feeling that we were somewhere "deceived" by understatement, as if a couple of chapters were torn out of the novel for sure!(((

and of course, thanks to the author for his sincerity!)))

thanks for the feedback...
and about the understatement.. she there is, of course... It’s just that Aretm was my first... that’s why I wrote his name that way.. more precisely, that’s exactly how I remember him...
and I already told about my first blowjob.. about how it was the first time for him I did it... my first dick in my life))))

[Eustace]

It feels like we were somewhere "deceived" by an understatement, as if a couple of chapters were torn out of the novel for sure!(((

you also noticed ? It seems to me that there was no penetration, well, at least half a bump

[Christmas_Christmas]

It seems to me that there was no penetration, well, at least half a bump!

Well, I give the girl my word that there was no penetration.... neither half a bump nor deeper.. .. when Irka hit me on the nail.... I wrote about it.. but with Artem there was no penetration..

[Eustace]

but with Artem there was no penetration..

yes, we believe, we believe!

[Christmas_Christmas]

yes, we believe, we believe!

damn... really?

[Eustace]

Well, in any case, Let’s pretend!

[Tanya]

....…. But what stopped me was not even the fact that my friends would immediately find out what I was putting in my mouth, and secretly from them... .....

n Well noticed....it is precisely moments like these that very often stop when making a decision to somehow cut the Gordian knot in a life situation.
And I am also very familiar with the situation when the parents, or rather the mother of my chosen one, really did not want him to I met him. and this was passed on for life, including to our daughter. Which my husband’s mother doesn’t like as much as she does me. I cannot explain this phenomenon to this day.
Written very well, read in one sitting

[The wall]

Really well written! Thank you!

[Andrey-37]

Why didn’t you have sex?