Wonderful memories of youth
Our life episodes are most vividly remembered precisely in those moments when the pages of our personal history turn and we choose our new path. That's how I remember our life episodes from our youth and our coming of age, starting from the last year of school, when the guys from my 11th "B" class dreamed of their adult, independent lives. We considered ourselves completely grown-up back then, as many had already turned 18. And so, I had the brightest period of my turbulent youth.
We lived as a family in the city of Balakovo at the time, my dad was the head of construction for the cooling pond complex for
the Balakovo Nuclear Power Plant. The structure was large and complex, quite a lot of money was allocated, they said the future was in atomic energy, as we were assured, there were many jobs. Well, and my mom, being a rather pragmatic and practical person, unlike my carefree dad, managed to get us a fairly large apartment — dad was completely indifferent to comforts.She also dragged along her relatives — Uncle Kolya and Aunt Lida. And since my mom worked as a senior inspector in the personnel department at the time and was accordingly held in high esteem, she arranged for them to be called up and they received good money, the so-called "relocation allowance," and well-paid jobs. Uncle Kolya soon bought a house in a village and always invited my parents to visit, which I was very happy about. And since the apartment was free, I would call my childhood friend and partner in my turbulent youth, Vanya, and he would fly over to me with his sister — a free apartment and no parents, what more does youth need. Only "understanding" girls! And the girls for us were replaced by Vanya's sister, the appetizing Natasha, but clearly not a beauty, she didn't get much attention from guys, so we were her suitors and even just a light in the window.
And our story began on March 1st, on a bright sunny day at the beginning of spring. Everything was melting, accordingly there were problems on the power lines and after short circuits, three houses on the outskirts, old buildings and, naturally, with lousy wiring, caught fire. The houses inside were made of wood, and of course, having caught fire, they burned down very quickly. And the city party committee and the regional executive committee, which was natural for those times, took upon themselves the care of the fire victims, people were resettled wherever possible and a new five-story building with four entrances was hastily completed.
And for me and Ivan, young guys — what is 18 years, it's nothing! — it was hard to understand people's suffering. Although we worried for them, collected money to help right in class, but during that period, what excited and interested me and my best friend Vanya much more and very strongly was precisely that his sister Natasha or Natka, as we called her after Gaidar's books, decided to "help" us, seeing how her brother and I were suffering from sperm toxicity. We went to the movies with her, walked in the park, and gorged on ice cream at a cafe. And most importantly — Natashka last year, after celebrating the New Year at her technical school, successfully got rid of her virginity right in the classroom, which was very romantic, but not very pleasant for her, especially since there were three guys. At the same time, they also relieved a quite drunk classmate of her anal virginity — if you're going to party, party hard!
And since after that her hapless fiancé dumped Natasha and became infatuated with a beauty from a younger course, she, outraged and frustrated, decided to "get revenge" on him. Which Vanya and I were only happy about and even somewhat delighted, cursing this traitor and scoundrel with the worst words and nestling between Natalya's full thighs. And she allowed us to finish and even insisted — in her plump butt, being very afraid of "getting knocked up." And we did it with pleasure! Well, and when we sort of accidentally bumped into Natasha's ex-fiancé in the park and beat him up a little, then there was absolutely no refusal for us — Natasha even sometimes "took it in the cheek," as oral sex was called back then. That was just an out-of-this-world pleasure! Although "riding" between the thighs of Vanya's sister and, after finishing, lying on her, blissing out from her silky plump butt — that was also a sea of pleasure.
Well, and so that Vanya and I wouldn't get distracted and constantly crawl under her skirt and stroke her butt, Natasha made, as she joked, a commander's decision to "calm" me and her brother down. First, her dissolute brother settled between her thighs on my bed, soon finishing with moans and sweet cries of delight into her wonderful butt. And then, literally dragging Ivan off his sister's firm body and sending him to the kitchen, I quickly replaced him at the "combat post," as we constantly joked. And after, completely "calmed down," we started cooking, and Natasha with a very satisfied face and shining eyes helped. The aroma in the kitchen was amazing — a full tongue would swallow it!
And as soon as we finished and decided to try our culinary creation, my parents arrived, but they refused to eat. Dad was practically stomping his hooves — they were urgently going to the village to Uncle Kolya, he has several beehives there, he extracted a sea of honey. And most importantly — after the traditional "fishing," a wonderful Sabantuy is planned, naturally, in honor of the beautiful half of humanity in our country, which men are especially happy about, having the legal right to drink. And Uncle Kolya's mead is much better than all the "state-issued" drinks!
So I'm staying home alone and mom put a bunch of beefsteaks and cutlets, bought as semi-finished products in the store, in the fridge — so that her beloved little son wouldn't go hungry these three days. But here's a new problem — as soon as we sat back down at the table after their departure, to finally eat and have Natashka again, especially since she was clearly not against it, the phone rings!
The brother and sister's parents urgently call them home — they are going to a factory resort for these three days, the money is already paid. Well, and to their, albeit adult, but still young offspring, they need to leave some money and, most importantly — give a bunch of valuable instructions! And that's a long story — Vanyatka's mom loves to command and hold forth — she's the party bureau secretary! I even lost my appetite — such a "deal" is falling through! We kissed goodbye near the entrance and I was left to mope, lying on the bed and remembering Natashka's sweet lips, firm breasts, tender vagina, and lush, cool butt. How lucky we were with her, what can you say… And especially good, as Vanya always told me, that her fiancé dumped her. Mercenary, but that's how it is!
I'm lying there, dreaming, remembering, even dozed off for half an hour, and then a knock on the door, so quiet, modest, unsure. And why knock, there's a doorbell, such a cool one, a "frog," and its light bulb immediately blinks. Reluctantly, I got up and went to open it, even though I didn't want to — it was clearly not Vanya and his sister. And on the threshold stands a still young woman, very nice-looking, even one could say beautiful, but how she's dressed — in some kind of shabby long skirt and a man's jacket, just like in war movies. That's how many women dressed back then — husbands at the front, they don't need civilian clothes, and women's clothing wasn't made until the end of the war. As they say — everything for the front, everything for victory! Amazing, and what a hunted look she has, a little even frightened and from under her brows. But I've definitely seen her somewhere, such a familiar face…
— Excuse me, tell me, are you called Pavlik, are you from the fifth school, — she froze, hesitating.
And she hugged me and, putting her head on my shoulder, unexpectedly burst into tears. I had to, as a man and the master of the apartment, hug her and calm her down, at the same time brazenly stroking this gorgeous and very attractive, despite everything, cool woman on her round butt, and she didn't object. And when she calmed down, she told me that her family were those very fire victims, the whole house burned down and so quickly that she only managed to grab some things from the hanger and her husband's jacket with documents.
— Look for yourself, dear Pavlik, completely naked, Karolinka and I were freezing at the station. And everything got worn out or burned, or disappeared, got lost. And people are different, some give food, some are rude, some shove a ruble and push you out. And you know how offensive it is. And I didn't go to work, I can't go looking like this, it's shameful, you understand. And you so tenderly, "dear lady," my heart even skipped a beat. What kind of lady am I, — and she started crying again, my shoulder got all wet.
And having calmed down, she introduced herself — Veresova, Irina Anatolyevna. So you are the mommy of Karolinka Veresova, from class "A"? So that's why your face is familiar, I saw you at school, and you are also on the parent committee with my mommy. Well, everything is clear now! I handed her a clean handkerchief — to wipe her tears, and the jacket just opened again and I, being in a semi-stupor from what I saw, didn't understand myself how my hands ended up on her wonderful secondary female characteristics.Yes, this is not the young firm breasts of Natalka — tender, silky, hot, still firm and standing from the cold hills of her large breasts just drove me crazy!
And I brazenly, but very gently and tenderly kneaded them, quietly blissing out and enjoying such an unexpected pleasure. And Irina, as she asked me to call her, was either also in a stupor or simply didn't want to ruin my pleasure and the thin thread of mutual understanding that had been established between us. And I was almost in nirvana, how her breasts yielded under my impatient fingers, how wonderful it was for me.
A woman's breast is simply a work of art, one can enjoy it endlessly, and how this woman likes the caresses of her wonderful hills, and what sweetness from kissing the breast both often experience — both the man and the woman. But since Irina is silent and only holds the flaps of her jacket with her hands, then unexpectedly for myself I bent down and began to tenderly kiss her sweet breasts, putting her nipples in my mouth, Irina even quietly, but so sweetly moaned. And when the hot veil of incredible pleasure subsided a little, I began to feel something else — Irina hadn't washed for a long time, the sweetish smell of female sweat made my nostrils tremble.
And tearing myself away from these wonderful hills, by Irina's face I understood that she also felt pleased. That's when it dawned on me — since I am now the man and the master of the house, I must offer the lady to wash up and eat. And then to bathe — the water heater is full of hot water! She quietly gasped — I understood that the woman yearns for the caress of hot water, so tenderly and pleasantly flowing over the body along all its curves, and the gentle lather of toilet soap, making the skin so clean and smelling delicious. And then I finally remembered, having gotten carried away with the half-naked charms of this gorgeous woman: "And where is our Lina-Karolina?"
As it turned out, our shapely beauty-charming girl from class 11"A" is sitting on the steps and quietly crying — it's so humiliating to go around apartments and, burning with shame, ask for food. But having seen me seeing off Vanya and his sister, she recognized me and told her mom that it's Pasha Todorov from class "B," an excellent, polite guy. That's why Irina decided to come to us, to ask for food. Pardon, dear lady Irina, but you don't need to ask me, we are from the same school and I can simply invite Lina and her beautiful mommy to visit us. Simply invite you to visit, understand? After all, you understood me correctly now, it's not you and Lina asking, but I am inviting both of you! Irina nodded, blushed, and even smiled — realizing the situation like that is much more pleasant for her. My parents won't be back until Monday morning or late Sunday evening, so we will now take care of the most important thing!
Sending Irina to the toilet — look how she's fidgeting with her feet — and then to the bathroom, opening hot water for her to wash her hands and face for now, I rushed out to the staircase and, firmly grabbing Lina, who was stunned by my pressure and crying, threw her over my shoulder and carried this beauty to our apartment, she only managed to squeak. On the way, I, which was natural, slipped my hands under the hem of her school dress and with pleasure kneaded her firm butt — how her buttocks bounced! And putting the slightly frightened, but having stopped crying girl on the floor, I commanded in a voice, imitating my dad, barked:
— Everyone wash your hands and to the table! We won't wait for anyone! Imperialists all over the world are not sleeping. Therefore, we urgently need to eat. Death to world capital! Everyone to the table!
Lina was even more taken aback, not quite grasping the situation, and began to quickly carry out my orders, and Irina only quietly laughed, understanding my humor. A minute later they were eating hearty fish soup with appetite, trying of course slowly and carefully, but it was clear that both were hungry. I poured them a little — you can't eat a lot and to your fill right away after such a "diet," and you can't get completely full, otherwise your stomach will immediately hurt from the sudden load. Then a little glass of cognac for mom and half a glass for Lina — to relieve stress, as Uncle Kolya often loves to say, pouring of course a couple of full ones for himself and my dad right away.
And literally five minutes later, completely relaxed Lina was fast asleep on my bed, curled up in a ball. I brazenly pulled off her warm tights and panties underneath and, seeing Irina's stunned face, as she constantly asked me to call her, saying she's still a young woman, that she will bathe now, I will help her, at the same time she can wash Lina's underwear and her own. And after bathing I will dress her completely, like that! How completely? You'll find out soon — a hare doesn't like to chatter. Irina laughed and tenderly kissed me, saying that she trusts me and agrees to everything. Well, if that's the case, then soon we will proceed to water procedures! And especially since the lady agrees to everything! Let's remember that!