Rita's birthday
On an ordinary weekday, at school, in the ninth grade, during recess, I was talking with a couple of friends when Rita approached me. She was from my class.
"My birthday is on Thursday, will you guys come?" she asked.
"Where will you celebrate, who will be there?" asked my friend.
"At home. Yulia and Yaroslava are coming too... Also Vika."
"Maybe," said my other friend, but it was clear he was more likely to agree. Why not hang out with the girls.
I didn't answer and went to the window. I love looking out the window. Especially since it was spring, it was open, and the air was wonderful.
"And will you come?" asked Rita,
sneaking up from behind."Thursday, you say? Why not..."
Playfully and theatrically, she jumped up and pretended to be very happy. Girls love to play around like that. It didn't surprise me, as I had noticed for a long time that she had a thing for me. She often hangs around me and even invited me home a couple of times. However, I constantly didn't care.
"So what will we do?" I asked.
"Well, we'll have some tea... with cake," she said, hinting at alcohol.
"But I don't drink."
"Well then you really will drink tea and eat cake," she said with a slight smile.
Then I saw my good buddy Dima coming towards me and I decided to joke about both Rita and him.
"Will we have sex?" I asked Rita, so that he could hear.
Rita laughed and hesitated, but again, too theatrically.
"Maybe," she said, smiled, and left.
"What, you gonna fuck Rita?" he asked and laughed like a horse.
"Yeah, today—sure," I said, laughing, and we started talking about other topics. The joke remained just a joke.
However, later, sitting in class, I turned my head towards Rita and saw her whispering with Yaroslava, smiling at me while hiding her eyes. At that moment I remembered that she was probably in love with me.
During the next recess, I hadn't gone far from the classroom when Yaroslava jumped up to me, followed by Rita.
"Are you guys gonna have sex at the birthday party?" she asked with obvious mockery.
"Unbelievable!" I thought then. She really told Yara about it. Just had to joke and that's it...
"Yep," I said, so as not to look embarrassed.
This made Rita smile even more and, it seemed, this time she actually got a little embarrassed.
"And I'll film you on my mobile!" replied Yara.
"Good," I thought. Defused the situation. Maybe now no one will remember it.
On the night from Tuesday to Wednesday, I lay thinking about whether Rita was really ready to sleep with me just like that at her birthday. Maybe she is in love with me, but I'm not even her boyfriend. I'm 18, she's 15. Though on Thursday she'll be 16 too. I was perfectly aware that at that age girls get very aroused. And, perhaps, Rita is in that state too. Right now she's lying and thinking about what underwear to wear. This thought aroused me, and I spent several minutes fantasizing about sex with her. I loved fantasizing about sex with classmates. Both Yara and Vika had been in those fantasies. (By the way, I had real sex with some classmates, but that's in other stories.) Anyway, I'll go to the party, and then we'll see what happens.
The next day at school I saw Rita glowing with happiness. Maybe she wanted to impress me on the pre-holiday day, or maybe she was just in a good mood. She was dressed as usual. Jeans and a blue T-shirt. To speak of her appearance, she is very good-looking. Unlike Masha, whom I talked about in the previous story, Rita was more "innocent-looking." Looking at her, you couldn't tell she had had sex, many boyfriends. There was no sign that she looked like a slut. She wasn't a bitch, always sweet, sociable, radiant really. And of course her body was nice too (though now at 21 it's even more beautiful). Second-size breasts, height about 160 centimeters. Looking at her, I still couldn't believe that she desired me or something like that. However, I once again was convinced that she was a beauty.
The birthday party was fun. We played cards, some other game, drank, ate, well, as usual. Of course, her parents weren't home. Rita had sent them somewhere. Rita sat next to me and constantly snuggled up to me, but no intimacy. I didn't want to hit on her either, though she looked amazing. For her birthday, she finally wore a light summer dress, exposing her legs. Beautiful legs, nothing more to say. Plus, she got a perm, which I love so much, as if specially for me. Occasionally, my dick got hard when I lowered my gaze to her legs.
Closer to ten o'clock, everyone started to leave, heading for the exit. I wondered what I should do. Yaroslava, remembering the words about sex, also started watching me.
"Will you two stay alone?" she asked slyly.
Everyone stared at us. Seems no one expected this. Well, of course... Although, I guessed that as soon as they left the apartment, Yara would immediately tell them everything.
"He'll help me clean up," said Rita.
"Seems the problem solved itself," I thought. How good. Don't need to come up with anything at all. However, looking at the faces of my comrades, I understood the excuse didn't work. And even if I really just help her clean up, everyone will still think something like that...
They left. Rita and I were left alone. I didn't know what to do next. Not to pounce on her right away. Rita looked at me, smiling and, apparently, expecting some actions, but I didn't know where to start. To defuse the situation, I joked.
"I hope I don't have to wash the dishes?" I asked.
"No," she answered, then added. "Let's go, maybe watch a movie in the room?"
"Let's," I said.
At that moment I understood that she apparently really took my words said at school seriously. Damn! Unbelievable! Could she really give herself to me so easily. I was confused, but... you know, I was glad. I thought about how not everyone gets sex so easily, just by joking about it. Seriously, I might never have been able to say it to her. Now I had to do everything right and without embarrassment. However, I hadn't had sex for more than half a year before that, so I was afraid of messing it up.
"I'll go to the kitchen, bring something to drink," she said, turning on the DVD player.
When she passed by me, something made me stop her. I took her hand gently and turned her towards me.
"Sex?" I asked a bit clumsily. I don't know why, why my question consisted of just one word. Probably, I was just too nervous.
She turned away slightly, then said, "Wait." For me, that was a signal. If she didn't want to, she would have refused. But "wait" is something else. But I didn't want to wait. At that moment I needed to say something romantic and tender, and I said:
"You are beautiful today."
I had to start somewhere and I wanted to kiss her. I leaned in so she could see my intentions and began to approach her. She, as expected, met me halfway. At that moment, when we were kissing, I understood there would be sex today. The only thing that worried me was that I didn't know if she was a virgin or not, and if there was a condom in this apartment.
After half a minute of tender kisses, I laid her on the sofa and continued kissing, slipping my hand under her dress. Rita didn't want to take her lips off mine, even when I tried. As if she had been waiting for this moment all her life. I pulled her dress all the way up and felt her panties. I terribly wanted to see what they were like, but I couldn't free my mouth. After a while, she finally let me go and I saw them. White, snug boy shorts. (I love such panties). Then I raised my eyes to Rita's face and saw happiness. Because of that, my face lit up too. All doubts vanished and I craved sex, perhaps more than she did.
I took off my shirt and threw it aside. Then I abruptly pulled off her boy shorts, exposing her pussy, which had already become wet. Rita immediately covered it with her hands. At first, this surprised me, but then I understood I shouldn't have pulled her panties off so abruptly. After all, this was our first intimate encounter (jumping ahead, I'll say it wasn't the last). I started kissing her again, caressing her buttocks with my hands. Her hands stopped covering her pussy and again took to hugging me. After several minutes of tenderness, I got pretty bored with it and stopped kissing her. I got up from the sofa and started taking off my jeans. Rita watched intently, anticipation on her face.
"Should I undress too?" she asked. This question hinted that she was a virgin, because why ask for instructions.
"If you wish," I said, approaching her.
"Let's go to my parents' bed," she said.
"Okay."
She got up and led me. The room was dark. I walked behind and as soon as we entered, I grabbed her from behind and started pushing her onto the bed, not roughly, of course. Falling onto it, she lay on her back, and I on top of her. I still had my underwear on, but I quickly took it off. It was hard to believe Rita had had sex before, as she behaved very stiffly. But the time for sex had come. Enough waiting. I didn't take her dress off. There was no time.
I felt her pussy with my fingers. After teasing it a little, I heard a soft moan.
"I'm going in now," I said, myself not knowing why.
Hearing this, she grabbed my hands with hers, as if preparing for a plane crash.
"No condom," I thought, but didn't say anything out loud. To hell with it. I don't care about all that safe sex, and, unlikely, Rita has any diseases. I just won't cum inside her. I took my dick and aimed it straight into her vagina. Her lips clamped onto my head. Now we'll find out, virgin or not. I made a forward motion and, though with difficulty, inserted my dick more than halfway. Seems I'm not the first one here. I started making thrust after thrust, speeding up.
"Wait," she whispered. Apparently, I hurt her.
I slowed down a bit, but then started speeding up again. Rita began to moan softly. In response, I sped up even more. I really wanted to caress her breasts with my tongue, but I didn't want to stop to take her dress off. Rita moaned louder and louder, sometimes saying my name. But that wasn't enough for me. I lifted her pelvis and started fucking her hard, at the limit of my abilities. After a couple of minutes, I felt I was about to cum. I really didn't want to pull my dick out, but I still pulled it out and came on her dress.
"The dress... I stained it," I say, panting.
"It's okay," she says, smiling. "Is that all?"
Then I felt some shame. Only ten minutes. But of course, it won't end there.
"Take off the dress," I say.
Rita obeys and slowly takes off the dress, sitting in the dark on the bed. Then she takes off her white bra and I see her tits for the first time in my life. It takes me less than a minute for my dick to be ready for battle again. I go drink some water, then come back. Rita lies and waits for me to fuck her again.
I lie down beside her and lift her leg up. Insert my dick again and fuck my little one. At that moment I think, why didn't I reciprocate her feelings earlier. Such a cool chick. After a couple of minutes of silence, I understand this position doesn't give much pleasure to either her or me.
"Let's do it from behind," I say and see a smile on her face.
She gets on all fours but clenches her legs. I have to roughly spread them apart and I shove my tool into her womb. This position suits both of us. She moans louder and louder. I feel every cell of her vagina. I would like Rita to move her ass in circular motions, like in porn films, but I didn't ask. Rita starts moaning louder, and I put my fingers in her mouth. But despite that, she moans loudly. Her body gets goosebumps, as if she's cold. I grab her breast with my other hand, then caress the inside of her thigh, approaching her clitoris. Her arms buckle and she falls with her torso onto the bed. I hold her by the hips with my hands and don't let her fall.
That night, I had sex with Rita several more times, but I didn't stay until morning. Closer to two in the morning, I finally went home, though I really didn't want to. Great sex, I tell you. Half a year without sex for me and who knows how long for her did their job.
P.S. As it turned out, she wasn't a virgin. And in general, Rita and I had a lot of interesting things happen later.