How I became a man...

This was the first woman I conquered from start to finish.

The first one isn't as interesting because she did everything herself,

We met in June 1984, when I, along with my university buddies—the birds—were happily wandering near the Proletarskaya metro station after celebrating (with some vodka) a successfully passed exam or just a test.

The birds are Sashka Voronov and Vityok Sorokin.

Unlike us, Vityok didn't live in the dorm on Fontanka but near the tram loop close to "Prolyotka" (as the Proletarskaya metro station is popularly called).

That's where we were drinking that time.

When

in the evening, he was seeing us off at the tram loop we were crossing, a tram driver rang her bell, warning of her dangerous vehicle's approach.

We stopped to let her pass, and I playfully saluted her, bringing my hand to the brim of the fashionable cap of those years.

The driver, a pretty girl, gave us a broad smile.

— Guys! I'll go explain to her that f...ing — no need to be afraid! F...ing — you should be happy!

With these words, I dashed to the stop where the tram we had let pass was slowing down.

Today, I no longer remember what I chatted about with the tram driver, to the displeasure of the other passengers, of whom there were few that evening. We rode with her until the end of her shift and arrived together at the 4th Tram Depot, where we said goodbye until tomorrow.

— Shall we go to the cafe at Frunzenskaya, Veronika? — I suggested after learning she had the next day off.

— I don't like being called Veronika. Call me Vera.

For some reason, it was very easy for me to talk to her. She was very easy to talk to, common topics for conversation were found effortlessly, and I was surprised that, usually shy in the presence of pretty girls, here I wasn't afraid of anything and chattered nonstop.

I'm 22, she's 21. I wasn't planning to marry her, but spending a few evenings together—why not? What if I actually manage to get to bed?

I didn't feel love for her, but as a sexual partner, she was very desirable to me. Her figure, smile, soft voice… I liked everything very much, but I wasn't planning a serious relationship. I even thought, well, if after visiting the cafe she doesn't give in, then I won't try anymore.

In the cafe, everything developed uncertainly.

I didn't really know what I would do after the cafe closed. I didn't have a place to take her, and I was already thinking about the next meeting when she asked me to walk her home.

We arrived at her dormitory, and I stayed until morning.

…

Well, I didn't just stay; I was offered to spend the night because transport could no longer get me to my place of residence. :)))

Glory to the drawbridges of St. Petersburg during the magnificent June white nights!!!

But in the room, I faced another significant obstacle. A girl was sleeping on one of the three dorm beds.

Vera whispered to me: "Quiet! My roommate has a morning shift tomorrow." and pointed to one of the beds: "Lie down there!"

Naturally, there could be no talk of any sex, and I, due to my shyness, didn't even try.

Besides, during the walk after the cafe, several of my attempts/urges to kiss were somehow not very confidently rebuffed. Veronika seemed to respond to my kisses but would quickly turn away, whisper: "Don't!" and we would wander on.

In short, tormented by erotic feelings, I undressed and went to bed.

Sleeping, as you understand, didn't happen right away.

When I woke up, the roommate was no longer in the room. Veronika was no longer asleep but hadn't gotten up yet. I moved to her bed as I was, in my underwear, and began the attack.

I freed her from her bra surprisingly quickly, but then things progressed very tensely and slowly.

After taking off Vera's bra, I began to knead and kiss her breasts, sucking-licking-nibbling her nipples for a long time, making her breathe heavily at times, but I didn't dare touch her panties with my hand. I kept hoping the girl would show some initiative herself.

Men should understand what was going on in my underwear. erotic stories The tension was such that it was already painful to touch my testicles. And I wasn't even lying with her yet, only sitting, having removed the blanket from her, and leaning over, trying to limit her ability to resist.

— What do you want to do? — Vera whispered, breathless from my caresses.

Oh! What I wanted to do!!! But I answered, also in a whisper:

— Nothing…

And I tried to slip my left palm under the elastic of her panties, simultaneously kissing her breast, and with my torso and right hand trying to prevent her hands from stopping this audacious maneuver.

Now I don't remember which attempt it was that succeeded, and I felt her slit, which was already so wet that even the hair on her pubic area was damp.

— Well, you want it too! — I whispered uncertainly. I wonder what I expected to hear in response then? "Yes! Yes! Take me! I'm yours!!"?

— Right now! — as they say in Odessa!

— No! No! Don't! No!

But nevertheless, I was already allowed to touch all the places I could reach.

The excitement was colossal. My poor friend was literally tearing at my underwear, begging to come out, but for some reason, it didn't come to the decisive act.

In the end, my penis helped me in a completely unexpected and anecdotal way.

I suddenly noticed that Veronika was glancing toward my crotch area. Looking there, I saw with horror that on my underwear, right in the center and closer to the waistband, a tiny hole had formed along the seam, and the head of my penis was sort of pressing against it, flesh red, but unable to get through.

I became very ashamed, and the erotic tension did its job.

— Enough! — I declared. — You've tormented me! I'm going back to my bed, and if you don't come to me in five minutes, I'm leaving!

I said it and realized that's exactly what I would do. After all, there was no love there, but the passionate desire to possess this appetizing girl was simply off the charts!

Of course, I didn't want to leave. But for some reason, I was sure I would have to gather my things and trudge home.

Veronika got up, wrapped herself in the blanket, and left the room. She returned a few minutes later and, smiling timidly, lay down next to me.

Already lying down, I continued my explorations. I pushed the blanket aside and, without stopping kissing Vera, began to pull down her panties with my hand.

First, I slipped my middle finger into her slit again, massaged her inside, and hooking my thumb under the elastic, pulled the panties down. This turned out to be convenient, and Vera helped me at a certain moment by lifting her butt.

Or rather, not lifting, but when my hand was pulling the panties off her right buttock, she sort of shifted to the left, helping me, and when I moved my palm to the left side, she, with the opposite movement, allowed me to take them off. I pulled them down as far as the length of my arm allowed. The further movement of Vera's panties was finished by my foot. I began pushing them down and away with my foot, simultaneously spreading her legs with my knee and pressing down on my partner with my whole body.

Was I thinking of her as a partner? I was very afraid that now she would stop everything with some movement, or just tears, or a cry for help. I was very afraid of that even at the moment when I lay between her spread legs. I was still in my underwear, and I had to get them off somehow!

It seems at that moment a completely logical thought occurred to me: since Veronika was already completely naked, lying under me with her legs spread, then probably I shouldn't fear that she would run away somewhere!

:)))

I rose on my knees and quickly pulled my underwear down to my knees. I did this without taking my eyes off Veronika, and she was also watching my actions. The moment my "little friend" broke free, she exhaled almost inaudibly: "Oh!" and closed her eyes.

My underwear was bothering me at the knees, and with some very quick movements, I took them off and threw them on the floor. At that moment, I saw that Vera's panties were still on her right ankle. There was no time to remove them now; fear that everything would be stopped, unrealized, didn't allow it.

It was later, in subsequent meetings, that I became more persistent and took them off completely, thinking it would be more comfortable for her without them. And during the bed games on our second meeting, in much more comfortable conditions, when I, no longer shy with her, reached for them, she asked impatiently:

— Are they bothering you?

Apparently, that was like her last bastion, proof that she doesn't give in to male advances right away…

I, pressing down on the girl again, began moving my hips to find the entrance to her vagina.

This is probably another mistake of an inexperienced man. What could be simpler than simply helping yourself with your hand? However, at the time, that seemed shameful to me. But the entrance was found surprisingly easily. I now understand it wasn't without Vera's help, but back then I was just very happy about this circumstance and, now with relief (IT WORKED!!!), I began rhythmic movements.

Vera made reciprocal movements, and this enhanced the delight.

Showing the girl that I had finished before her was also impossible, and I continued moving, observing her behavior.

But she also had no more experience than I did, as she didn't feel anything and continued performing the movements she had learned from my predecessors or from her girlfriends.

The delight and joy that Vera wasn't just lying under me but also participating in the process are beyond any description.

Suddenly, with a sharp movement, she twisted out from under me, and before I could comprehend anything, I was left between her legs but no longer inside her.

— Are you done? — she asked anxiously.

I had been "done" for a long time, but I couldn't admit that!

I mumbled something like: "don't worry, everything's under control!"

And after a few more movements, I finished with an orgasm, which I no longer hid from her, and again without pulling my member out of her.

— What have you done!?!?! — she was clearly frightened.

I grumbled that, well, there's nothing to fear, you just need to take a syringe and go wash up. I'd heard about that somewhere.

Vera, naturally, ran off to do it, and I, calmed and relaxed like a cat, lay in bed waiting for her.

When she returned, I suggested we consolidate the success and didn't meet much resistance.

Why did I describe all this in such detail?

I don't know.

I know that in life I'm strongly "fixated" on sex. I've earned many serious problems because of this weakness of mine. I want to remember, analyze, understand myself.

And, to be honest: — I remember all this with pleasure!